#some light shawn mendes x reader

[lnfours]

summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au:  based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ warnings: swearing, some angst, fluffy as hell towards the end, some light drinking (nothing crazy), SHAWN BEING THE BEST BF EVER!!!!!!! but also tom being jealous AF, oh and shirtless tom, poor baby sam swooning but having no balls to say anything :(

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader 

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tom was losing his absolute mind. 

sure, it was no secret that tom was in love with you. anyone with eyes and brain cells would be able to tell just by spending 2 minutes in a room with the two of you.

however, he felt as though he wasn’t good enough. like there was someone who would be way better for you. someone who could be your knight in shining armor, show you their vulnerable side, be everything you desperately wanted tom to be.

so, when he found out that you had went to shawn’s gig, part of him was relieved that you had moved on from his chaos, the way he pulled you in one minute and the next he was pushing you away in fear of letting someone get close to him again. but, he couldn’t deny that part of him ached, part of him broke at the sight of shawn walking you to the front door. 

and what really sealed the deal was when you leaned in with a smile on your face as you kissed shawn on the lips. 

that’s when he knew for sure that he was just a thought all the way in the back of your head. 

the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen while eating breakfast, making small talk. everyone mostly asking about how your date went, which caused a the heat to creep onto your cheeks. however, it made his blood boil at the fact that shawn was everything you wanted. everything you tom wanted to be for you, but couldn’t. 

“it was good,” you smiled, poking at the eggs on your plate that sam had made for you, “he’s really sweet. i think you guys would like him.”

“we should have him for dinner tonight,” nikki smiled, “i know the mendes family pretty well, all of them are lovely.”

“yeah, sounds like a great idea.” your mom agreed.

“meeting the guy that my sister made out with on the front porch, no thanks.” austin joked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

“gonna have to agree with austin on that one,” harry joked, “they’re gonna make kissy-faces at each other the whole time.”

you flung a piece of pancake at the boy, hitting him right in the center of his forehead. paddy giggled next to you, giving you a high five, “nice aim!”

“listen, let’s just give him a shot, yeah?” sam said, “if he makes y/n happy, then it’s worth meeting him.”

tom hadn’t said a word, eyes suddenly interested in his plate. your eyes fell onto his figure, your lips meeting the edge of the mug, speaking before taking a sip of coffee. 

“what do you think, tom?”

you watched as he looked up at you, his normally warm, brown eyes suddenly cold. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him put down his fork.

“doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugged, getting up from the table as he cleared his plate. you turned to look at him.

“maybe alicia can come too, might as well make it a whole thing.” you said, smirking into your mug as he gave you ‘shut the fuck up’ look. 

“who’s alicia?” nikki asked, turning to the oldest boy.

“no one.”

“mhm, she’s no one alright.” harry chuckled.

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

“since when?” it was paddy’s turn to look confused.

“you know she’s kind of a whore, right?” 

tom rolled his eyes at your brothers words, you turning around and smacking him in the forehead, “ow!”

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

“well, you don’t have to call her a whore.”

“i mean, she’s slept with half the town.”

you rolled your eyes, letting nikki take the floor, “if you’d like to invite her, you can. i’d like to meet her, you know.”

“me too,” your mom smiled, “and who’s to say she isn’t what everyone thinks she is.”

she eyed your brother and he raised his hands in fake surrender, “i’m just telling you what i’ve heard.”

“yeah, well, we don’t need to hear about it.” you mumbled.

tom nodded, sighing, “alright, alright, i’ll see if she wants to come.”

you cleared your plate, putting the dishes in the sink before making your way upstairs. you squeaked as someone grabbed your arm, pulling you into a bedroom before the door shut behind you. 

“are you proud of yourself or something?” it was tom’s voice.

you crossed your arms, “why would it matter if she’s more than just a fuck buddy to you?”

he groaned, “because… i don’t know how i feel about her yet.”

“guess you better figure it out.” you shrugged, going to reach for the door handle but tom stepped in front of you,

“can i go? i have to make sure kat can come in this weekend.”

“not until you talk to me about what’s going on.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in complete annoyance, “nothing’s going on, tom.”

“you sure?”

you huffed, “look, you’re the one who tried to kiss me on the beach just to move on the next day. i’m sorry, but whatever kind of emotional rollercoaster this is,” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “i don’t want it. i’ve got a guy who’s sweet, treats me like a fucking princess, and is actually clear with what he wants, which is me. if you can’t accept the fact that i moved on from you and your bullshit, that sounds like a personal issue.”

he stared at you blankly as you pushed past him, reaching for the door, “until then, worry about your own relationship and i’ll worry about mine.”

he flinched as his door slammed shut behind him, making him groan as he plopped down onto the bed. he knew you were right, you had every reason in the book to hate him right now. he knew he played with your emotions, he knew that he fucked up big time, but he didn’t know how to make it right. he didn’t know how to get you back. 

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates? 

y/n nothing much other than tom’s an asshole and i think i really like shawn

kat good. if tom can’t get his priorities straight and realize that it’s been you this entire time, then you shouldn’t have to wait around for him.  also shawn’s a cutie, who wouldn’t like him 😉

you looked up as there was a soft knock on your door, meeting sam’s eyes as he softly smiled, “up for the beach?”

you nodded, “yeah, just give me a second.”

he nodded back at you, walking out of the door and leaving it cracked open the tiniest bit. 

y/n you’re right.  i’ll check in with you later after shawn comes for dinner, gonna go catch some waves with sam. 

kat sam 😏 ya know, i’ve always been team sam

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

you locked your phone and threw it down on the bed before picking out a bathing suit. you grabbed a bathing suit from your bag, throwing on a big t-shirt overtop. you met sam downstairs, the two of you heading out to the beach. 

you two talked amongst yourselves, giggling and having a good time. sam always knew how to get your mind off of things.

“you excited for everyone to meet shawn?” he asked and you shrugged. 

“i don’t know,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “i just don’t know how tom’s going to react.”

“yeah, didn’t seem too happy about it earlier.”

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

you shot him a confused look, an eyebrow raised, “not that i don’t disagree, but what do you mean?”

“please, it’s not like we all don’t know he’s had a thing for you for years,” he laughed, “plus, mom did say that you were destined for one of us, minus paddy.”

you smiled, remembering when nikki told you that, “yeah, well, i guess destiny isn’t mine and tom’s thing.”

he chuckled again, “doesn’t really seem like it, huh?”

“whatever, it’s his loss,” you shrugged, “if he can’t tell me what he wants then why should i wait around for him to tell me? i deserve better than that.”

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, looking towards the house as the sun shone down on you. your hair was falling perfectly around your face, your eyes glistening in the sunlight. the way the water droplets fell from your skin was mesmerizing. 

he was in awe. 

“i guess i should head back soon, i gotta get ready for dinner and make sure shawn’s still coming.”

he nodded, “yeah, sure thing. i’ll probably be out here for a little while longer and then head in.”

you smiled before paddling to shore on your board, “see you back at the house!”

you made your way inside, running up the steps. you gathered your things to take a shower, walking into the hallway only to bump into someone who was shirtless and dripping wet. 

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom. 

“sorry,” he apologized, moving around you, “didn’t mean to bump into you.”

you couldn’t help it, your eyes followed the way his abs dipped and curved, the way the towel sat lowly on his hips, his dripping wet curls hanging over his forehead. he smirked as your eyes traveled his body, watching you contently. 

“just watch where you’re going next time.” your voice was laced with sarcasm. 

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him believe that you were still somewhat into him. yeah, shawn was great and everything you wanted, but tom was always going to be in the back of your mind. like an annoying, nagging feeling that won’t leave you alone no matter how hard you try. 

after your shower, you made your way back to your room. you decided to facetime shawn, just to make sure he was still able to come tonight. 

he picked up after a few rings, smiling into the camera as he laid in bed, “hey,”

“hi,” you smiled back, “sorry if i interrupted anything.”

he shook his head, rustling coming from his side of the call as he situated himself to sit up, “‘s okay, everything alright?” 

you nodded, “just wanted to make sure you were still coming tonight.”

“of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks, “nikki wants to know if you like seafood.”

he nodded, “not my favorite, but i’ll eat it,” he smiled, “i’m sure anything she cooks is good.”

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

“sounds great,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “should i bring anything?”

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

“i do, i refuse to come empty handed, my mom taught me better than that,” he smiled back at you, “also, what’s nikki and your moms favorite flowers?”

you scrunched your nose, thinking about it, “for nikki it’s probably daisies and my mom is simple, she likes white roses.”

he nodded, “alright, i got a few stops to make in town and then i’ll be over.”

you watched as he slipped a shirt over his head, his keys jingling in the microphone shortly after, “take your time.”

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

he smirked down into the camera, “i’ll remember this.”

you laughed, “drive safe, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, beautiful.”

you smiled before ending the call, squealing quietly to yourself before quickly clicking onto kat’s contact. she picked up almost right away.

“long time no see,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“it’s confirmed,” you smiled, “i really like shawn.”

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the doorbell rang as you ran down the steps, “i’ll get it!”

you opened the door and smiled as shawn held up three bouquets of flowers and a bottle of rosé. you smiled, taking the bottle from him to help him carry things inside, “what’s all this?”

“a good first impression,” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly, “these are for your mom and nikki.”

you smiled, your heart beating quickly as you closed the door behind him, “you’re so sweet. c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

he followed you into the kitchen where nikki, your mom, austin, paddy and harry were sitting. everyone was quick to say hello, shawn shaking hands with the boys and offering the flowers to the moms. they both smiled and accepted them, also mentioning how it was a sweet gesture. you left the boys to talk as you followed your mom and nikki into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine. 

“he’s handsome,” your mom smirked, rubbing her shoulder against yours, giggling, “and respectful.”

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

you laughed at both of the women in front of you, shaking your head as you grabbed two wine glasses, “you two are insufferable.”

“c’mon! if i were you, i'd be all over that.” your mom laughed and you scrunched your nose, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head. 

“gross, don’t ever say that again,” you laughed with the other two, walking back into the dining room with the two wine glasses. you handed one to shawn, him smiling and thanking you as you sat down in the chair next to him. 

“so, you’ve played guitar your whole life?” harry asked. shawn nodded. 

“yeah, pretty much,” he smiled, “i learned from watching youtube videos on how to play ed sheeran songs.”

“i wish i was good at playing an instrument,” paddy sighed, “i tried piano, but i wasn’t good so i gave up.”

“that’s what practice is for,” shawn said, pulling the glass away from his lips, “if you want, i could teach you how to play, show you a few pointers.”

“really?” paddy’s face lit up, “that’s awesome! thanks, mate.”

shawn nodded and smiled back. you smiled at him as he made eye contact. 

“so, is the infamous katarina coming next weekend?” he asked. 

“yeah, she is,” you smiled, “and she’s really excited to meet you.”

he widened his eyes a little, “guess i gotta make a really good impression.”

“shouldn’t be too hard.” you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip to try to contain it. 

“i don’t know, seems like a big deal.”

“please, if you can make it through this dinner, you should be able to handle kat.”

you heard sam as he entered the room, “that’s a lie, kat is like a hurricane. she’s kinda crazy.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at sam, “she’s not crazy, she’s just… a concerned friend.”

sam scoffed, “yeah, we can say that,” he smiled as he shook shawn’s hand, “sam, by the way. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too.” shawn smiled. you watched as tom was the last one to sit down at the table, nodding his head towards shawn.

“hey, mate.”

“hey, man. what’s up,” he greeted back, reaching to shake tom’s hand, “shawn.”

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

you watched as tom’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, the warm brown eyes once again cold as he saw you with shawn. he clenched his jaw as he sat down, not wanting to sit across from you and the guy who was everything he couldn’t be for you. 

nikki and your mom, thankfully, came out with the food in their hands as they placed everything down on the table, “who’s hungry.”

you felt shawn’s nerves from his seat next to you, giving his hand a squeeze under the table. he squeezed back, smiling as you made eye contact. 

the dinner talk consisted of everyone getting to know shawn a little better and talking about everyone’s favorite summer activities. but, of course, austin had to ruin the moment with an embarrassing story from when you were younger. 

that’s when you grabbed shawn’s hand, leaving the table as you led him up the stairs, “okay, i’m done with this conversation. you all have fun.”

everyone laughed as harry called out to you, “oh, come on! at least leave shawn!” 

you two laughed, “over my dead body, holland.”

you made your way into your room, closing the door behind you, “sorry, they get to be a little much.”

he waved you off, “it’s alright, i get it.”

you sat down on the bed, gesturing to the room, “this is me. not much, but that’s what i like about it.”

“that and this view,” shawn said as he looked out the large window, “i’d never leave this room.” 

you smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back, “that’s another favorite part.”

he smiled, turning around as his arms wrapped around your torso this time, “i can’t deny a great view when i see one.”

you blushed softly, “me either.”

he smiled as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek into his hand softly, leaning down slowly as his nose pressed up against yours, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, biting down softly on your lower lip as he continued, “i know it hasn’t been very long, but i really really like you and i was just wondering if you’d wanna be official, like be my… girlfriend?”

you smiled, “i really like you, too. and yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

he smiled, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to yours. you both smiled into the kiss, breaking apart after a little while. you led him to bed bed, the both of you laying down. he grabbed the stuffed bear from under his back, laughing softly as you grabbed your tv remote from the nightstand. 

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

“beary? you couldn’t have come up with a better name?” he joked and you laughed, snatching the brown stuffed bear from his hands. 

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

he laughed, pulling you so you were laying on top of him, both legs on either side of his hips. you smiled as you braced yourself, hands resting against his chest as his landed on your hips. 

he giggled, “poor beary. he’s stuck dealing with the worst name in history.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you smacked him playfully with the pillow, “shut up!”

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[greynatomy]

cindy lou who

alexia putellas x reader

social media + real life (no part two)

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yourinstagram made a little something special for the holidays

‘fruitcake’ is out now 🤍

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user AHHHH a christmas album!!!!

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Alexia was at training when she received a notification on her phone. Pulling it out, she sees a familiar notification. ‘yourinstagram posted a photo’

Clicking on it, she sees your new post. A new album.

“Hey, baby.”

Alexia quickly clots out of the app, putting her phone in her pocket.

“Hey.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Oh, you know.” Alexia shrugs her shoulders. “Just going through the socials, emails.”

“Oh, okay. Well, you wanna go to this restaurant I’ve always wanted to try?”

“Sure.”

At dinner, Alexia gets another notification. Seeing it, she acts like it was from her manager, excusing herself from the table.

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yourinstagram since you guys have blown up ‘fruitcake’ i give to you ‘santa doesn’t know you like i do’ music video! enjoy <3

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Alexia hasn’t had the chance to listen to the album, but from the looks of it, it’s become a hit in just a few hours.

Returning to the table, she sees that the desserts have been brought out.

“What did your manager want?”

“Oh, you know, just some football talk about the game soon.”

All her girlfriend does is nod, going back on her phone.

It’s been a year since Alexia broke up with you, but she couldn’t seem to stop thinking of you. Everywhere she looked, you were there, whether it was your songs or in posters and magazines.

You were everywhere.

You looked so beautiful in the pictures you posted, but she couldn’t help but wonder about that Shawn guy. Who is he to you? Alexia knew she had no right to be jealous, but she couldn’t help it.

Getting back home, her girlfriend was all over her, hoping to get lucky, but she wasn’t in the mood, pushing her away, giving a sorry of an excuse as to why she didn’t want to.

As her girlfriend slept, she stayed in the living room, putting her headphones on.

The first song, she remembers you writing it. The first time you let Alexia listen to it, it ended with you both back in bed. She grinned at the memory.

Getting to the fourth track, she carefully listens to the lyrics, quickly realizing that it was about her and her new relationship.

“Is this how you really feel?” Alexia asks herself.

She had met her now girlfriend a couple of months after the breakup when she went to Ibiza to let loose. She was aware of how quickly she moved on, so caught up in the new relationship.

She decides to sleep on the couch, not being able to bear sleeping next to her girlfriend.

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It’s been two weeks since Alexia had listened to your new album. In those two weeks, she broke up with her girlfriend, much to her now ex-girlfriend’s pleas.

Alexia was the one to break up with you. No real reason given, just something about needing space. Remembering back to that conversation, Alexia realizes how much hurt she caused you.

Walking around the neighborhood, seeing all the Christmas lights, it reminds her of how the both of you would walk this very same path, looking at all the lights. Christmas has always been your favorite holiday.

Feeling guilty, she scrolls through her contacts, thumb hovering over your name. Clicking on it, she hears the call ring for a bit, some good news that you haven’t blocked her number. Eventually it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, uh, it’s Alexia. Um, I’ve, uh, just been thinking about you lately. I’m walking and seeing all the lights and I remember how it was your favorite thing to do. And, uh, it’s been a year and I know I have a lot to apologize for. So, if you do get this, please call me back… I miss you. Bye.”

#woso x reader #woso #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

[sanakiras]

TREAT YOU BETTER

PAIRING — lee chan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.7k

SYNOPSIS — your boyfriend of five months has been treating you like hell, and one of your closest friends, lee chan, refuses to let it go on any longer, taking matters into his own hands.

TAGS — college au, best friends to lovers, cheating, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, mentions of reader struggling with low self-esteem, cheesy stuff, yes i did come up with this after accidentally listening to treat you better by shawn mendes, this didn’t turn out as good i hoped it would but oh well!

NOTE — first fic here. he looks so good in the wait m/v so i wanted to write something for him :D my beloved

the slam of the door behind you rings through your ears. you try to wipe your cheeks dry, hoping you don’t look like the tearful mess you are.

your voice feels raw from yelling for the past hour or so. it’s been going like this for the past two months at least twice a week, and you’re exhausted because of it.

as the rain pours, you notice the familiar car driving towards you, bright lights feeling heavy on your eyes. you open the door without hesitation to let yourself sink into the passenger’s seat, taking a few deep breaths, all without looking at the driver.

but the quiet sobs escaping you are enough to give it away.

chan has his one arm leaning on top of the steering wheel, the other gently touching your shoulder to make you look at him, but you refuse.

“i’m fine,” you stutter out, sniffing from the cold, “really.”

of course you’re not fine. both of you are more than aware of the toxicity of the situation. you getting into arguments with your boyfriend several times a week, resulting in you calling chan and staying over at his apartment for a night, only to hear you make it up to the guy the next day when you weren’t even in the wrong to begin with.

“we have a different definition of that, then.”

“it was just an argument. we’ll work it out in a couple hours.”

“it’s not normal.” he says, trying to get it through your thick skull without raising his voice. “it’s not normal, baby.”

you sniff, trying to somehow get rid of the pain beating against your forehead. “he can be so mean, and then… then he’s so sweet again.”

chan wants to rip his hair out of his head. five fucking months of this have passed at this point, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take. he’s not sure how to handle the situation the right way, either.

he’s been in love with you for years. years. since sophomore year in high school. it was never his intention to fall in love with you, nor did he think he would, but he did, and god did he fall hard. embarrassingly hard.

nevertheless, he was always too afraid to make a move. too afraid that you’d reject him and he’d be out of your life forever like he was never there in the first place.

but he’s grown up now. third year of university, twenty-two years old, longer hair, a leather jacket and a solid bunch of experiences. some great, some he’d rather forget.

and so five months ago, he’d finally mustered the courage. he was finally going to own up to his feelings and tell you the truth.

only for you to excitedly come up to him, telling him you’re seeing this guy. and it made his heart sink in his chest, but he pushed his feelings to the side for your happiness.

or so he tried.

your boyfriend treats you like shit. he was sweet in the beginning — they always are.

then the cracks in the façade started to show.

it’s not that you don’t see it. you do — but it’s difficult to leave when someone knows just how to keep you where they want you. every time you tell yourself you’re gonna break up with him, he sweet-talks you and says things can be fixed, and that going through a rough patch is normal.

but chan knows better.

he just needs you to know better as well.

it breaks his heart to see his favorite person let herself get hurt like this. he becomes a little more torn with every sob leaving your body, every tear spilling from your eyes.

he gently puts the buds of his fingertips on your chin and jaw, slowly turning your face to him so he can look you in the eye.

the tears are still quietly running down your cheeks, your face numb, now devoid of any emotion, ashamed to have him see you in this state.

“you’re killing yourself like this.” he whispers, voice laced with concern. “he’ll never make you happy.”

you sniff from your breakdown. “maybe it’s me. maybe i just need to stop giving him such a hard time—”

“don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“please, chan, just… just go and get me somewhere else. all i need is some breathing space — please.” you beg him.

he wants to scream, wants to tell you to break up with him for good, wants to walk into that damn house and do it himself — but he can’t.

instead, he obliges, driving you to his place.

his cozy one-person apartment feels like the best place in the world to you — the one place where you can get away from everything else.

you watch chan as he locks the door behind him, then leaning against it for a moment as he watches you sit on the armrest of the soft chair. “you okay? want some tea?”

the corners of your lips curl up at the suggestion. he knows you awfully well. “that’d be great.”

his lashes flutter before he nods, kicking his shoes off by the door.

once he’s busy in the kitchen, you bite your lip as you recall the way he softly talked to you in the car, eyes trailing past the curves of his arms and the sharpness of his jawline.

he’s dated more than you have. not much in high school, but definitely during the past three years he’s spent at college. though it doesn’t surprise you. he has such warmth to him, with the beautifully infectious sound of his laughter, that big smile and some of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

it wasn’t until recently you began to see him in a different light. whenever you saw him with a new girl, arm around her waist or over her shoulders, you secretly imagined yourself next to him more than once. you can’t believe you didn’t take notice of how handsome he was before.

but you’re too much of a coward to tread over that line of friendship, too much of a coward to see if maybe, just maybe, your feelings are requited.

“wanna stay here for a while?” he asks, hoping you’ll at least spend the night here before you go back to your boyfriend, as you’ve done countless times before.

“yeah. don’t feel like going back yet.” you smile, trying to somewhat make light of the situation.

“then don’t.”

you sigh at his response. “it’s not that easy.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t wanna throw something away the second things get hard.”

“there’s a difference between hard and unbearable. your case is the latter.”

feeling backed into a corner, even though he hardly means to do so, you turn the topic on him. “you’ve had some rough experiences with past girlfriends too and you stuck around.”

god. if only you knew he ended up leaving them because he never enjoyed being with them as much as he enjoyed being with you. “you’d be surprised.” he mutters under his breath, pouring two cups of tea, making yours exactly as he knows you like.

when you stay quiet, he tries to think of a way to get it through your head that you need to break up with your resident ass of a boyfriend.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“what’s it going to take for you to leave him?”

the question makes you look up before using a tone that almost sounds like you’re scolding him. “chan.”

“i’m serious. he’s treating you like shit. you call me crying every week.”

“it’s just—”

“no, it’s not ‘just a tough time’. you know it isn’t.” he interrupts, jaw clenched tight but voice controlled. he will not yell at you like that piece of trash does. “he’s a controlling, manipulative asshole. it’s not gonna get better. if anything, he’ll just treat you worse in the future.”

“yeah, well, not all of us have people lined up.”

the words have left your mouth before you can comprehend it, leaving you to lower your head in regret. not that it’s any less true. to you, anyway.

“what, and i do?”

“don’t you?”

he’s not sure what baffles him more — you thinking that he’s got girls lined up to date him or you thinking that you don’t have anyone else out there that would be willing to date you.

“what’s this really about?” he sits down on the empty coffee table, facing you directly. “what does my dating life have to do with yours?”

“nothing — it doesn’t. i never said it did.”

“then why the comment about me having people lined up? which i don’t, by the way.”

the answer sits at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it without looking away from him. “maybe not. but at least you won’t end up alone. i can’t say the same for myself.”

and there it is. the sole reason you’re still with the guy. your crippling fear of ending up alone, your heavy insecurity that makes you believe no one could possibly want you.

the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt — but he’d rather have you suffer through your first heartbreak than end up with someone who walks all over you like a doormat.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but if you think that low of yourself, you’re a little stupid.”

the comment makes you snort. “well, it’s certainly fitting.”

he wipes some of your half-dried tears away, his one hand remaining to cup your cheek, an alarmingly intimate gesture.

“aside from the fact that there’s nothing wrong or shameful about ending up alone... i need you to know that you’re worth it. you’re gorgeous and intelligent and—” he halts for a moment, in a way confessing his love for you, not caring how cheesy it sounds, “—you deserve everything you want. ‘cause you’re one in a million.”

fuck, has he always looked at you that lovingly?

his words catch you off-guard for a moment before you press your lips together. “as much as i think it’s sweet of you to say those things, you’re only saying them ‘cause you’re my friend.” you interrupt him, having made up your mind.

after which chan shakes his head, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “i’m saying it because it’s true. any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“i don’t think ‘lucky’ is the term my boyfriend would use.”

“yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking dick.” he immediately comments, adding the next part with a softer tone. “if you were with me, i sure as shit wouldn’t be acting like that.”

that last sentence catches your attention, and chan realizes what he just said, suddenly very aware he’s treading on thin ice now.

but it had to come out one way or another.

though you seem to be going along with his words, not showing any signs of being uncomfortable with it. “and who’s to say you wouldn’t break my heart?”

he sees the intrigue on your face and decides to lean in closer. “if i broke your heart, i’d be breaking mine as well.”

“i’m not convinced.” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, and chan feels his heartbeat quicken.

every rational thought going through his mind is thrown out of the window the moment he catches you staring at his lips. it’s enough for him to put his hand on your lower cheek and smash his lips against yours.

he kisses you like he always imagined he would. perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but he’s waited too long for this moment to care.

and you’re kissing him back.

you both get hot from adrenaline and arousal. his hands roam down your hips, but when you start pulling on the collar of his jacket, he finally has it in him to break the kiss.

“are you sure you want this? i don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“i’ve wanted this for so long, chan. take it off, please.”

maybe he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. you’re underneath him, lips swollen, gazing at him like he’s your whole world and more.

he leans down again to pick you up, ensuring you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist so he can carry you to his bedroom.

once he lays you down on the soft bed, you watch him take off his jacket and throw his shirt over his head, leaving him with his chest bare, elastic waistband of his underwear visible.

he’s a dancer in his spare time, but you know he’s been hitting the gym recently as well, and it’s paying off, noticing his bigger biceps and toned abs.

then he chuckles from the way you’re observing him, and that smile — that beautifully big smile is what you fell in love with.

one of many things, really.

you remove your basic long-sleeved shirt, exposing your skin before him, enjoying the way he’s looking at the black bra you’re wearing underneath.

you’re seated at the edge of the bed, at eye-level with his chest, which you kiss softly.

he follows your actions like a hawk, unable to keep his eyes off you. he proceeds to move your hair behind your shoulder, his right hand finding your jaw when he kisses you again, lips trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

his touches are slow and sensual. at the end of the day, it’s your first time together, and you both notice the pressure and tension that comes with it.

you’re both aching to touch each other more already, but it feels so much better like this.

he gently pushes you to lay on your back, hovering over you to kiss down your chest and stomach, smoothly pulling down your skirt before his fingers hook onto the fabric of your lace underwear.

“what’d you want me to do, pretty girl?” he asks while getting rid of your panties, looking you in the eye as he does it.

the nickname makes you shiver. “you can do anything you wanna do.”

“wanna eat you out. bet i’m better at it than that motherfucker.”

“not hard to beat when he never does it at all.” you mumble to yourself, but he hears it.

“are you kidding? has he ever even made you cum?”

you just give him a deadpan stare that has a hint of embarrassment to it, which is enough for him to know the answer.

just being aware of how bad that fucker treats you makes him want to prove to you that he can make you feel so, so much better. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

he wastes no time, spreading your legs so his tongue can get to work. you shiver at the feeling of his mouth on you, biting your lower lip to not squeal already from sensitivity.

“no. none of that. i wanna be able to hear every sound you make.” he says after taking your hand away from your mouth. “you can pull on my hair if you like.”

“do you like that?”

“yeah, i enjoy a bit of pain.”

that makes you giggle a bit. “you masochist.”

to which he responds with a gentle pinch to your skin. “keep it in mind for next time, baby.”

fuck — you definitely will.

your hands run through his soft black hair. you’ve locked your legs behind his head, hips bucking up a little every time he hits a spot that feels good, his warm breath and wetness of his mouth on your pussy turning you on like crazy.

chan is pretty sure he’s descending into heaven when he hears you moan his name for the first time. he doesn’t know how many times he’s fucked his fist imagining that sound.

so he adds a finger to the warm and wet mess between your legs, sliding in easily, biting his own lip as he watches your reaction to it. you’ve got your head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets, the other still holding his locks.

then he moves to a second, and not much later he’s got three of his fingers pumping in and out of you, arching them a little to find the right spot, rubbing and sucking on your clit.

“does that feel good?” he asks, just a bit out of breath, which is nothing compared to the writhing mess that’s you. he keeps messing with the pace, edging you a little every time, making you go crazy.

“please, channie, please let me cum—”

“i will if you answer me, baby.”

you whine, nodding at him desperately. “feels s’good, so fucking good.”

“want me to go faster?”

“please. god—need you inside me so bad.”

even he can resist so much. you’re so good for him, so he increases the pace of his fingers, relishing in the way you start squirming underneath him, trying to push him away and pull him closer all the same.

then you pull on his hair almost violently, making him moan against your pussy as you hit your first climax in a long time.

and he doesn’t stop yet — only once he sees you’ve regained focus does he pull his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste right before kissing you again, your trembling body aching for him.

he only breaks the kiss to reach for the drawer in his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of it, getting off of you to push off the last pieces of clothing still on him. the realization of the fact that your best friend is about to fuck you after god knows how long finally begins to dawn on you, and it makes your heart beat that much harder.

once he’s slipped the condom on, you move your hands to his neck and shoulders, biting your lip when you feel him push your legs behind his waist.

you gasp when he bottoms out of you for the first time. his head is buried in the crook of your neck as he finds his rhythm, sucking at your sensitive skin, not giving a damn whether he leaves marks on someone that’s technically not even his.

yet.

“do you remember that time we went to senior prom together?” he asks breathily, not slowing down even a little bit. “you were wearing that pretty blue dress. god, i wanted to take you home that night more than anything.”

you remember that. it was just before you two graduated high school together — he looked so dashing in his suit. you’d even imagined kissing him underneath the basketball bleachers like some cliche rom-com.

“so why didn’t you?”

“was too much of a pussy to do it.”

you bring yourself to chuckle inbetween your moans. “that’s a shame. i would’ve let you.”

just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated turns him on. he lifts his head up a little, kissing the front of your neck, your jaw, your cheeks — everything, only halting for a moment when he fucks you just a little faster, watching the way your eyes roll back from pleasure.

your hands run over his strong back as he pushes in and out of you at a steady pace, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

he hisses and relishes in the burning feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“chan—god, harder, please—”

“i know, baby, i know, i got you.” he breathes out, changing up the position by hooking your legs over his shoulders.

it hits the exact right spot when he fucks you again, harder and deeper this time, your hands desperately clinging onto his skin, teeth sinking into your lower lip until they're nearly drawing blood.

beads of sweat roll down his muscular back. he feels you’re getting closer to hitting that release, so he moves one hand down to rub your clit again, aching to see you fall apart underneath him.

“fuck, ’s too much, channie—” you whine, throwing your head back in the pillow for a moment.

but he shakes his head, continuing, knowing you’re close. “you can do it, pretty girl. cum for me again. i wanna feel it.”

and he discovers that begging you works wonders, because it’s enough for you to come undone, clamping on his dick, making it feel so tight that he spills his own release into the condom mere seconds after.

with a layer of sweat on your foreheads, he feels how sensitive you are when he pulls out. he throws the condom in the trashcan, turning his face back to yours and kisses your lips more softly this time.

“how do you feel?”

“a little worn out.” you sigh, proceeding to show a smile. “but better.”

“good. how do you feel about taking a bath?”

“sounds nice.”

chan can’t help himself and leans in to kiss you again. he’s already getting awfully used to this, but one issue remains. “i wanna be with you. i meant everything i said tonight.”

the sentiment warms your heart. he’s always had that effect on you. “i know. i wanna be with you, too.”

he nods, happy with your words. “you go on ahead to the bathroom. i’ll clean things up here.”

“okay.” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before leaving the bedroom, feeling utterly lovesick.

he shares your feelings — it’s like he’s reliving that exciting feeling of seeing you the first few days after he realized he was in love with you.

there’s something that pulls him out of it, though. a certain vibrating sound. what is that? he thinks to himself.

and after looking around the room, he discovers it’s a phone receiving a call. your phone, to be exact, sitting in the back pocket of the jeans you discarded earlier.

the screen of your cellphone lights up, and he picks up the device, about to let you know someone’s calling — but his voice gets caught in his throat when he notices it’s the asshole who made you cry in the first place.

scoffing to himself, he taps the red button and declines the call.

thank you for reading. x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

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[beomie3]

tokyo - choi beomgyu

pairing: boyfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

word count: 10.6k

summary: the neon-lit towers which surround you are mighty bright. but in his eyes, you shine brightest. the adventures of two lovers in tokyo. ~coming of age film~ vibes.

contents: some cursing, established relationship, romance, physical touch, fluff, mostly just tooth rotting fluff. it’s a wholesome story :)

a/n: this is for those of you who love fluff! and there will be a part two of this story for those who also enjoy smut. stay tuned!

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♬ [soundtrack] 

wonder - adoy

cinnamon - jome

robbers - the 1975

midnight city - m83

photograph - offonoff

the movies - nightly

ghosting - txt

lost in japan - shawn mendes

two of us on the run - lucius

twenty something - nightly

hazy - vulpix

moonlight - dhruv

tek it - cafune

bloom - the paper kites

have you ever been in love? - the ivy

added: you! - lany

immerse yourself in the story & listen while you read to heighten your experience :)

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his wristwatch struck twelve; signaling the halfway mark for your long awaited flight. the plane soared over distant cities as you lazily drifted your eyes to the oval window, gazing out at the blurred lights of twinkling buildings against the night sky thousands of feet below you. occasionally glancing over at your boyfriend's wrist to get a peek at the time as his hand rested in your lap.

shifting in your seat as you listened to the gentle hum of the airplane, the warmth of beomgyu's cinnamon scented hoodie engulfed your senses as your snuggled closer to him. taking a peek up, his eyes were fluttered closed in a gentle slumber, the dim blue glow of the airplane lights illuminating his pretty face. an earbud hung loosely from his ear, the other plugged into yours sharing it as the nostalgic tune of wonder by adoy seeped into your guy's ears, only you awake to hear your mutually favorite song.

the earbud fell out of your drowsy boyfriend's ear as he shifted in his seat; lazily adjusting to rest his cheek on the crown of your head while you hugged his arm. as you tried to return the earbud back to its place in his ear, his dark brown eyes fluttered open, still heavy from sleep. he softly smiled as your sleepy eyes met, momentarily closing his to release a long, awakening exhale through his nose before opening them again.

with no shame of being in a public area, you cuddled one another, limbs intertwined perfectly as always. he placed a kiss on the crown of your head as he held you tightly in his embrace, the faint vanilla scent of your hair controlling his senses as he snuggled closer to you. your sweet fragrance; his favorite in the world. and his cozy cinnamon scent; your favorite in the world. you two went so well together, even your fragrances intermingled as perfectly as your embrace; a sweet concoction of love.

he gazed out at the mysteriously dark sky as the plane jetted through the air smoothly, humming the tune of a song gently against your hair as you felt your heart rate slow. before you knew it, you were off into a gentle slumber; trading places with your boyfriend as he was now wide awake, only duty in mind to keep you warm and safe. his soft, deep voice your weakness; irresistibly falling asleep to it as his hum melted in your brain like honey.

two hours passed as beomgyu cradled you in the arms of his soft jacket, raking his gentle fingers through your hair as he watched the twinkling city grow as the plane descended little by little. the once small buildings transforming into their true height by the minute.

eventually, the abrupt voice of the flight attendant awoke you from your sleep. she had walked by, notifying beomgyu that it was time to awaken his girlfriend from his lap as the plane is preparing for landing; t-30 minutes. as much as he wanted to let you enjoy your nap, he lightly rubbed circles against your cheek to wake you up in the gentlest way possible.

this was your cue to groggily push your body out of sleep, awakening to your boyfriend's cradling warmth. this was normal to you though, as you both had woken up every morning in each other's arms for the past three years. but every time you woke up to his touch, his face, his voice; it felt like it was the first, your heart doing somersaults at the sensation of his soft fingers on your face.

"hi baby," his gentle voice hummed as you fluttered an eye open to look up at him, head in his chest as your eyes met. you couldn't help but grin, overtaken by happiness at the mere sight of him. the way his gentle eyes smiled, eyelashes resting on the tops of his cheeks as he gazed down at you. the outline of his pretty eyebrows under his russet tinted hair. full lips drawn up to expose the adorable dimple on his cheek. perfection.

as you slowly came back to your senses, you noticed a change in the ambiance of the plane. murmurs from the people around you pointing out their window, drawing your attention to the glow coming from the window at your right. at the sight, you slowly sat up and neared your face to the oval window, eyes wonder-struck as you gaped at the huge city below you. tokyo skyscrapers shimmered beautifully against the night sky, contrasting like ying and yang.

"beom look!" you whisper-yelled to your boyfriend and you excitedly pointed at the gorgeous scene. he leaned over you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he peered down at the neon-lit structures. his arms wrapped around your waist as he hummed in delight at the view, warm chest pressed to your back as you two sat taking in the mere beauty of the city you dreamed of coming to since you were a little girl.

beomgyu only observed the scene for a moment longer before his eyes became plastered onto something much more beautiful in his eyes; your face, still fresh from sleep. he loved to watch your expression light up in pure excitement at the sight of your favorite city; one you had only seen in youtube videos and travel websites countless times. and here it was now, right in front of your eyes, drenched in sheer mystery as large skyscrapers towered over the tiny dots of cars on the long streets. your heart beating faster as the adrenaline set in place at the sight.

his heart became filled with joy at the sight of your toothy grin grow wider by the second, forehead pressed against the window like a kid seeing snow for the first time. he recalled the nights you had been up studying until you were fighting sleep, all while balancing working overtime at your low paying job. you had been trying to save up for this trip for years. beomgyu found that fascinating because tokyo had also been on his bucket list since he could remember.

three years ago; since the day he fell in love with you, beomgyu made it his mission to make that dream of yours come true one of these days. to give you the dream vacation you deserve, especially after all of your hard work. for beomgyu, coming to tokyo is cool indeed. but the truth is, his dream had already come true of being with you, arms wrapped around your frame as you smiled widely. that was all he needed to be happy. to be with you.

although he didn't show it, beomgyu had been running on about 4 hours of sleep every night, working extra hard just so he could save up the last bit you two needed to make your dream a reality. he loved you so much that he would do anything for you; losing some sleep to work extra hard didn't phase him one bit. as long as you were happy. he was happy.

"wowwwww," you whispered against the glass, fogging up the window due to your close proximity. beomgyu's eyes still glued to his beautiful girl, he inched his lips to your cheek, placing them on your soft skin as a small token of his love.

you nuzzled into him, heart electrified as you couldn't feel any happier with anyone else. the nights you spent beyond exhausted felt they had payed off in this moment. but he had always been there by your side; rubbing comforting circles in your back as you groaned at your computer screen, not even half way through your third college essay of the week. he would run you hot baths to soothe your aching muscles from working all day. you loved him so much; never in your life had someone treated you so well, given you more love than you thought was even possible. you pondered out the window, not even entirely sure how you could possibly repay him for everything he's done.

his doe eyes lit up as you turned your head to find him staring at you, his pretty lips drawn up at each corner as the dim lighting outlined his delicate features; recalling the first moment you had locked eyes years ago. he was no longer the blonde haired boy from freshman year of college, but now a man; his once round facial features now sharpened, voice deepened, and a few inches taller. sure, he had matured and gone through changes. but what had remained the same; his eyes - large and almond shaped filled with glittering stars, shining brighter than the view from your window. infinitely engulfing you with their beauty since the first day you gazed into them.

you found yourself sinking deeper in love than ever before. sitting next to the love of your life; only twenty something, but feeling like two excited kids on an airplane, hearts racing as you helped each other buckle into the seats, hands tightly interlaced as the plane sped toward the landing strip. excited giggles and mutually aching cheeks from smiling so hard. he is your absolute love and you will cherish these special moments forever.

~

walking through the airport has always been something fun for you, nostalgia seeping into your senses as people frantically walked to their gate; some excited and some not. but you were more than excited; a skip in your step as you pulled beomgyu's hand, listening to his cute giggles as you pointed at every gift shop and mini cafe in sight.

but one small thing you seemed to notice were the stares that the two of you were getting. mainly girls gawking over your boyfriend. a tall, dashingly handsome man with soft, auburn hair who sported a comfortable, yet fashionable outfit. the cozy black hooded jacket you had snuggled into the entire plane ride, a white mock neck tee poking through and some black pants accompanied by a pair of black high top converse. but since it was him, he made the outfit look ten times better by simply walking with his unique combination of confidence and poise as he clutched your hand tightly. of course his beautifully mysterious aura attracted the eye of many.

and he couldn't help but notice the stares of men on your end, secretly irritated when he caught some of their eyes drifting to places only he felt authorized to look at. your beautiful figure couldn't help but be gazed upon, glowing skin and soft eyes made anyone double take as they walked by. its true; both of you are a striking couple, turning heads wherever you went. it was quite obvious you both picked up on this through the years, but you mutually felt like the luckiest people on earth. walking hand in hand with the most beautiful person you both had ever laid eyes on.

the two of you stopped into a small shop and you split up for a moment to buy each other a surprise gift. it was like a tradition for you; split up for five minutes, take turns to purchase the mystery items separately, and then counting down from three before opening your eyes to reveal each other's gifts. you fluttered your eyes open to his cupped palms which held a small brown bear; hands down most adorable bear he had gotten you. examining it, you noticed japanese kanji stitched into its side, drawing your curiosity as you didn't know how to read kanji due to it's difficultly.

jumping into his arms out of pure joy, kissing his cheek in gratitude. "gyu, i love it! what does this say?" you tapped on the textured material of the dark brown stitching on its side. to your knowledge, beomgyu could write, read, and speak japanese enough to get the two of you through your trip. and to be honest, he spoke it as well as he did korean. he just wouldn't admit it.

"it says little bear," he confirmed, giving you a sweet grin. deep down, you wondered what he would sound like speaking a language other than korean or english. hearing his satoori always had your heart doing flips, so you wondered what he sounded like speaking the pretty language of japanese.

you had bought him a keychain. a pink and white one decorated with plastic cherry blossoms- rested in your palms as you offered it to him; it drew your attention because they're his two favorite colors. he smiled widely, pecking you on the lips and snuggling into your neck in gratitude. you pulled him close, exchanging a warm embrace and sneaking in another kiss.

you nuzzled your head into his shoulder as you made your way through the airport to pick your bags up at the gate. he squeezed your hand tighter inviting a small blush to creep on your cheeks as you look over at your beautiful boy; a small grin on his lips, guiding you through the airport with excited eyes. you truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

~

after dropping your stuff off at the hotel you two would be staying at for the next week and a half, the rumble of your stomach notified beomgyu it was time to eat; or better yet, time to try the 24-hour ramen place that you had been telling him about since the day the two of you shared an elective in college. the class where you two first met and became friends.

"you know what i'm thinkin'?" his honey voice calls out as you smiled down at the little bear he had bought you at the airport, it's adorable glassy eyes connecting your heart to it at an instant. you look over at your boyfriend, intrigued by his playful tone. his lips were pursed in a v shape; the most adorable hint of mystery laced in his expression. the face he made whenever he had a spontaneous idea.

"what is it beomie?" your lips drawn in a greater smile than before.

"lets go to try that ramen place you've been telling me about since we were like- seventeen," he added, nodding his head slowly grooving with the beat of his own suggestion. looking down at your phone to check the time, you grinned.

"but it's like 3am?" you furrowed your brows in a faux manner, just to see his reaction. the idea of going out to that restaurant late at night had struck excitement deep within you. mentally applauding your boyfriend for always having the best spontaneous ideas. if you gave him a kiss for every time he came up with a fun idea in the dead of night when the two of you got bored, you'd simply die kissing him forever.

he got up from the king sized bed as you stood by the hotel's small desk, quickly striding over to you as if he was on a mission.

"who gives a care that it's 3am. my girlfriend is hungry and she deserves to eat at tokyo's best ramen place." he looked down at your hands.

"do you care, little bear?" he tilted his head cutely at the bear in your palm, slightly protruding his lips and cooing his voice; your heart warming at his cute tone. then, to mimic as if the bear was alive, beomgyu used his index and thumb to hold onto its small head, twisting it side to side in a 'no' manner.

"see! little bear doesn't care either," he shrugged, making puppy eyes at you. those eyes you could never say no to. eyes you couldn't ever resist.

you giggled, cheeks slightly dusted as your lips couldn't possibly grow into a bigger smile. your quick nod was his cue to grab onto your hand, pulling you out the hotel door. placing kisses on the back of his hand as he pulled you along, interlacing your fingers tightly with his.

and there you two were, walking hand in hand down the vibrantly lit streets of tokyo, enjoying the slightly chilly weather and the way crosswalks bustled with people even at this hour. hardly able to contain your excitement as you walked the famous shibuya crossing, jumping up and down as you neared the restaurant.

a sudden burst of flash took you by surprise as your head was angled up, gazing at the bright lights and advertisements that decorated the glass buildings around you. he couldn't help but capture this exact moment; your delicate, smiling face illuminated by the reflection of turquoise and magenta lights of the neon city. you were simply an angel in his eyes. 

"heyy!" you scrunched your nose at the realization beomgyu had taken a picture of you with his baby blue polaroid, your hand coming up to cover the camera lens as he smiled widely. satisfied, he waved the polaroid picture between his fingers to help it develop faster; eager to see your beautiful picture.

"you should take a picture of that!" you motioned as he followed your pointing finger to the tokyo tower which sparked from afar. complying, he held his camera up to his eye but hesitated to press the button, quickly bringing the camera away from his face at the realization of something.

"i have a better idea," turned to face you, flipping the camera around so that you now see the both of your reflections in the small, square-shaped mirror on the front of it. stretching his arm to hold the camera up and out, angling it down to capture the two of you.

he wrapped his arm around you, bringing you closer as you returned the hug, bringing your face up to his to pose for the selfie. but before he could snap the photo, you turned his face with your hand, pressing his lips to yours as the flash signaled the polaroid would now process as a photo of you kissing; the tokyo tower in frame sparkling from afar.

he slowly fluttered his eyes open, mere inches away from yours as he pulled you in again for another sweet kiss, savoring the moment of pure euphoria like two lovers in a coming of age film; standing in the middle of a bustling crowd like the only two people to exist. and that's how it really felt. he was the only one you could look at. and you were the only one that caught his eye even amongst the striking city.

~

"i'll have the spicy shoyu ramen please!" you nodded happily, closing your menu and sliding it slowly over to the waiter who stood with a pen and paper at the end of your booth. he gave a professional nod before tucking your discarded menu under his arm and shifting his gaze to your boyfriend who's nose was still buried in his own menu.

"aaaaand i'll take theeeee... tonkotsu ramen with a side of spicy shrimp umani please," he nodded excitedly, handing his menu to the waiter who scribbled furiously in his note pad. you immediately snapped your neck to give beomgyu a flabbergasted look at the word 'shrimp' leave his mouth.

he could already read your mind before you opened your mouth to say anything, he did his explaining. "i know i know- i just thought you know what, we're on vacation together, i might as well try something new," he shrugged, using his fingers as a drum against the table's edge.

"but beom... you h a t e shrimp," you neared your face to his, disbelief still written on your face as you carefully examined his expression. he seemed to be wearing his poker face though, because not one ounce of worry would surface onto his features. you backed away slowly, hands up in defeat.

"alright we'll see how this goes," you snickered as a smile found its way to your lips followed by a laugh. he kept drumming a tune on the table, nodding his head along to the beat as he stuck his lips out like a little duck, furrowing his eyebrows under his pretty hair. his adorableness made you laugh harder, his cheek too irresistible not to kiss.

after a few miscellaneous games of rock paper scissors, staring contests, and playing footsies under the table, the waiter returned with two steaming bowls of ramen. suddenly, a gasp escaped your lips at the sight of a plate with about four humungous, full-size shrimp on it, drizzled with some red sauce which was placed in front of your boyfriend. and these weren't just shrimp tails. oh no- these were literal ENTIRE shirmp; eyes, legs and all.

once the waiter had departed, your hand slapped across your mouth as beomgyu sat frozen with eyes so wide, you thought they would fall out of his head and into his ramen. mouth agape, eyebrows raised, followed by the twitch of his eye made you lose it, a laugh bubbling from your chest as it became muffled by your hand over your lips. you playfully slapped his arm as you fell into his shoulder from laughter. he was speechless, opening his mouth to say a word, but his expression said it all. this is NOT the shirmp he wanted to try for the first time, let alone look at.

"you know what, let me just...set this aside," he gingerly picked the plate up, placing it as far away from him as he could, returning his hand to scooch it away an inch more. everything about this was so funny to you, the monster shrimp and his expression had a string of laughter leaving your lips, your back heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. before you knew it, your favorite and most adorable sound in the world; his 'ahaha' laughter bubbled from his chest as he threw his head back at the sheer comedy of the whole thing.

as the two of you slowly regained your composure, you decided to dig into your ramen, making sure to thank the food before intertwining a good amount into your chopsticks. giving it a second to cool, your tastebuds practically screaming to taste the long awaited ramen; immediately tasting heaven as you shoveled the first bite into your mouth.

"soo tasty!" he mumbled with a full mouth, eyes widened but this time in pleasure as the corners of his lips tugged upward in happiness, even adding in a little happy dance. you nodded eagerly in agreement, spinning your chopsticks around in your bowl to ready your next bite.

as beomgyu began commenting on the flavor of his ramen, the air suddenly became thick and your senses clouded as a sharp bite came down on your tongue. you immediately dropped your chopsticks, reaching for your water like your life depended on it. without even coming up for a breath, you chugged the entire glass, setting it down with a thud as you exhaled, puffing your cheeks.

"that shit is SPICY," you raised your eyebrows, shaking your head in defeat as you attempted taking another bite, failing miserably as your tongue practically caught on fire before the noodles could reach your mouth. beomgyu's mouth full, he couldn't take it, he started laughing. hand over his mouth failing keep it together while you were a huffing mess, smoke practically fuming from your ears.

a pure chaotic mess you two were. but this was hands down where the best memories were made; just two silly people in love, living every day as if tomorrow was your last. and now you were actually beginning to think it might be your last as you started coughing and choking from laughter, your face turning bright red as you reached over for beomgyu's water.

"no seriously- try it," you puffed your cheeks out, sniffling and fanning your face from the heat as you sipped your boyfriend's water. he exaggeratedly straightened his posture, puffing out his chest as he confidently took your bowl, wrapping a few noodles around his chopsticks before disappearing them into his mouth. it took a few seconds of slow chewing before he abruptly froze, staring into the bowl with such regret as he shut his eyes and gulped painfully.

"water water!" he ripped the glass away from your grasp and began chugging like there was no tomorrow. soon, the two of you were out of water, a mountain of used tissues on your table from the never ending snot that was enticed by the spice. the waiter came and went with water refills and eventually, the heat on your tongues subsided as the two of you crunched ice cubes and slowly sipped on beomgyu's ramen broth until there wasn't any left. still hungry and not daring to take another bite of your death ramen, the two of you were left with no choice but to consider the shrimp. what a comical way for karma to bite you two in the ass.

you gave each other one look before the atmosphere shifted into a seemingly hilarious one; a snort escaping your mouth leading him to follow suit. your boyfriend let out an earth shattering laugh as you dangled the gargantuan shrimp from your fingers, cowering away as you neared it to him. the two of you had been laughing almost the entire time since you entered the ramen restaurant. his laughter becoming progressively louder as he playfully pleaded for his life, clasping his hands together as you crazily widened your eyes like in a horror movie, the huge shrimp in your fingers adding to the comedy.

"beomie!! shhh we're being so loud!" you giggled, knowing damn well you were the cause of his laughter but also noticing the burning stares from people in the ramen shop as beomgyu was hunched over in laughter at your booth. attempting to keep in your own laughter, it was seemingly impossible as you felt it continuously bubble up in your chest, drawing a hand to your mouth to muffle it as much as you could. but that was short lived, literally losing your shit as beomgyu had taken a sip of his water and then laughed, causing it to burble out of his mouth.

kicking your feet as both of your bodies shook violently in laughter, his head dropping down to your lap under the booth as his body gave out from laughing too hard. you felt his warm breath in between your thighs as he giggled, a completely innocent gesture on his end, but it was hard not to notice how close he was to the sensitive skin of your thighs. his hot breath warming the skin under your skirt, cold from the chilly temperature of the restaurant. your hand fell to his hair, tousling his soft locks with your fingers as you did your best to calm your own laughter. noticing the prominent stares of the family next to you, your smiling cheeks soon replaced with the red tinge of embarrassment.

at the blink of an eye, your waiter with a rather concerned expression stood at the end of your booth, an eyebrow raised as he gazed down upon you, beomgyu's back still shaking with laughter as he was face down in your lap.

the waiter cleared his throat, adjusting his crisp white uniform. caught off guard, you quickly shook beomgyu's shoulder, pulling him up from under the table, his wide smile quickly fading into a more serious expression at the sight of the serious waiter at the table. the two of you straightened your posture as you prepared yourself to be scolded for being too loud, trying your best not to lose your shit as serious situations were often the hardest time to keep your laughter in.

the waiter began speaking, his words different than the korean you were used to; short syllables which didn't melt into one another, but instead created somewhat of a melody. you quickly realized he was speaking japanese, looking at the both of you while he did so, but you didn't understand a word.

looking over at your boyfriend, he nodded in understanding as the waiter spoke, gently rubbing your knee under the table; a form of reassurance which calmed your nerves a bit. you were in japan after all, the culture and restaurant rules a bit different from what you were used to. after years of studying the culture, your heart dropped at the thought that you had disrespected the people around you. you knew it was rude to create a ruckus in a restaurant like this, but you had gotten a bit too carried away with beomgyu.

interrupting your thoughts, your boyfriend's voice soothed your ears as he began formulating several sentences in japanese. his pitch slightly deeper than usual, almost like when he spoke in satoori, listening to his tiny lisp as he pronounced words with an 's.' although it wasn't a time to smile, your cheeks couldn't help but draw into the faintest grin at the sound of his beautiful voice. he actually sounded rather sexy, almost bringing a blush to your cheeks just listening to him speak in such a different intonation.

after a few moments, the waiter had bowed and left the table, your eyes like a magnet to beomgyu's eyes. he simply stared back at you, lips pursed as he slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"soooo. what'd he say?" you inquired, tilting your head in genuine curiosity at what that whole thing was about.

"he told us to never come back. ever. we're banned," his eyes fell down to his lap, lips tugging downward into a frown. he crossed his arms over the wooden table of the booth, burying his head in the crook of his elbow, chin pressed against the table's surface.

"we're infinitely banned y/n. for infinity," his voice was muffled by his jacket, back heaving up and down, sniffling. for a second you could've almost believed him. but knowing it's beomgyu, he was joking 99.9% of the time. your predicament correct when you heard his small giggle echo against the table.

you stuck your face in the little space between his underarm and the table, burying your head under his elbow until your cheek was pressed next to his. the warmth from his breath skimmed your chin as he laughed, turning to face you, wrapping his arm around you into a headlock to pull you closer.

"you're such a jokester," you giggled as he gently rubbed his knuckles into your scalp, playfully trying to free yourself from under his grasp. this reminded you of when you two were once only friends; how you would mess around with each other, putting each other in headlocks and pranking one another. but now, you could do something you could've never done before, grabbing one of his hands and placing kisses on it, causing him to ease up a bit.

"but seriously gyu, what'd he say?" your voice was muffled from under his armpit, still placing kisses on the back of his hand in between words. he let you go, moving his arms to wrap around your waist as you looked up at him with large, curious eyes. the way you two could joke around with each other while also balancing romance was something he absolutely loved about your relationship; the way you were one another's best friend and lover. he simply stared into your eyes for a moment, thinking to himself how absolutely lucky he was to have such an amazing person like you. he fondly smiled, finding your curious expression adorable.

"he said they accidentally gave you the wrong order; the extra fiery nitro ramen with extra spicy powder. sooo they're making you a new one on the house. he also asked if we wanted a to-go box for the shrimp," he scoffed, your eyes widening in realization of two things. you decided to address the first.

"i knew something was off! i usually love spicy food but that.. that shit was SPICY," you quoted yourself, eyebrows raised as you momentarily relived your nightmare of taking that first bite. this memory would for sure give you ptsd if you were ever to eat spicy ramen again. he giggled at your cuteness, his hand finding its way to your lap as he fiddled with the frayed edges of your denim skirt.

and addressing the second realization; something you had learned while reading a japanese restaurant etiquette handbook a few months back. you had learned that it is considered rude to leave food behind on your plate. it's related to one of the fundamental concepts in japanese culture: mottainai, which is a feeling of regret at having wasted something.

"he asked for a to-go box? gyu what did you say back? usually its a way of them politely asking us to finish their food. or at least take it home to finish it." you searched his eyes, and due to the guilty look flooding his expression, you could tell he had denied the waiter of a box. that was enough to shut your eyes tightly in remorse, gently hitting your head in agony against beomgyu's shoulder.

"knowing we feared that shrimp with our lives, you said no." you laughed against his arm, finding it comical that your boyfriend was naive about the culture, yet he was the one who spoke more japanese than you.

well crap. the first stop in tokyo and the two of you were already getting stares for being too loud all the while leaving a big platter of food behind which is considered rude. a scoff escaped your lips at the stupidity of the whole thing, mentally scolding you and your boyfriend for being so in love you weren't aware of your surroundings at times.

he slowly nodded, his lips pursed in a v shape, tightly shutting his eyes as he realized he had been rude without even knowing it. he brought his pretty hands up to his mouth as he nervously laughed, clear embarrassment on his face.

"well, as much as i despise that shrimp, i'll say it was a mistake and that i do need a box after all," he suggested, putting up a sarcastic thumbs up as the plate of shrimp stared back at you coldly.

"it's okay beom, you didn't know. i'm sure that'll work!" you returned the thumbs up, the two of you gazing over at the enormous platter of shrimp at the very far end of the table.

"but who in their right mind would eat that?" he muttered, sheer disgust on his face.

that was enough to ignite your laughter again as the shrimp was too hilarious not to joke about, becoming the topic of the night as you two made joke after joke about the poor platter. with the ambiance of laughter set in place, time flew by and soon enough, the waiter had returned with a fresh bowl of your spicy ramen. and a regretful beomgyu asked for a to-go box, easing your stomach a bit from your prior worries.

after sharing the most delicious and perfectly seasoned bowl of your ramen, the two of you split the bill and were off, running hand in hand down the busy tokyo street, the carry-out box in hand. it had occurred to beomgyu to look for some stray cats or dogs to feed the shrimp to, but the spicy sauce drizzled over it wouldn't be good for the animals, so you decided on something else.

trying to keep in your laughter, you approached a group of what looked like college first years nonchalantly strolling around. you made a plan that you would target a group around your guy's age, if not a little younger. never in your life would you try to pull a prank on someone older, out of respect. beomgyu eyed you, gesturing over at the group to signal he'll give it a shot.

as you crossed paths with the group, beomgyu cleared his throat which drew most of their attention, halting in their steps as their gaze shifted onto the both of you, all while noticing the group consisted of about three guys and two girls. he began projecting his voice, loud and clear to be heard in japanese. the familiar warmth returning to your cheeks at the sound of his beautiful voice.

after a few moments, your boyfriend stuck his arm out, offering the mystery box as they all curiously huddled around. a tall, serious looking boy with black hair from the group took the box, examining the styrofoam material before clicking it open. suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from the group as the boy nearly jumped out of his skin at the horrifying sight, jolting the box immediately closed.

"riki!" one of the girls hit him playfully on the arm. he let out a laugh of his own after realizing how off guard he had been caught, looking around at his friends who mimicked his frightened gesture, a tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks. he said something back to beomgyu in japanese, enticing a deep laugh from your boyfriend, not even knowing what he said you started laughing as well just from hearing beomgyu's adorable laugh.

when the boy turned his head to look around at his friends once more, this was your cue to do what you and beomgyu had planned; to make a run for it. in the blink of an eye, you two were gone; sprinting as fast as you could away from the group. like two fugitives on the run, your hands tightly clutched as your hearts raced in adrenaline, not looking back once. beomgyu's laugh erupted as the cool wind blew both of your hair back from how fast you were running. nothing but the sound of quick footsteps against the pavement and both of your giggles filled the air as you sprinted through the bustling streets of tokyo. stealing quick glances over at him as his hair fanned behind his head, his adorable forehead exposed, the sight warming your heart like a fuzzy blanket.

once you turned a distant corner, you both felt safe and far away enough to stop running, tears pricking your eyes as you laughed so hard, having to double over as you caught your breath. he propped his palms on his knees as he hunched over next to you, both of your breathing loud and hitched as you let out a few more good laughs.

"i can't believe we just did that," he shook his head, inhaling as much as he could through several giggles. you looked over at him as his teeth glimmered in the light, lips curled into the biggest grin. time felt as it was moving in slow motion; like a movie as the vibrant lights twinkled against his skin. every wrinkle under his eyes and on his cheeks from smiling made him all the more beautiful, your laughter subsiding as you observed him. he opened his eyes to find you staring at him with a faint smile of your own, eyes so deeply focused on his. these were the moments when you felt like the only two people to exist, your heart aching with so much love, you felt it could implode from what he made you feel.

~

after a long night of pure chaos and laughing until you couldn't breathe, you both decided it was time to make it back to your hotel. fingers intertwined like always, you walked through a quieter part of town away from the bustling streets. making your way down the sidewalk, street lamps lit the path with their warm glow as cars slowly hummed by, drenching your surroundings in a dim sheen of mystery. eventually, you approached a bridge, one that curved up and over a large body of water. it was apparent that the atmosphere had shifted; once comprised of laughter and loopiness had faded into a calmer one, quietly enjoying the fresh air and sheer caliginosity of the night.

as you neared the bridge, beomgyu halted his steps and swiftly pulled his phone and earbuds from his pocket, offering you a bud before putting your collaborative playlist on shuffle. the playlist, titled "bg + y/n <3" contained well over five thousand songs on it, every single one of them reminding you of a specific memory you two have. listening to music with beomgyu was something as normal as breathing air. anywhere you two were, he'd stop, offer you an earbud and click shuffle on the playlist. as music lovers, it was simply another way of bonding.

the two of you took your time as you made your way up the steep bridge, gazing over your shoulder as you watched the city twinkle from afar. soon enough, you reached the top; gusts of wind noticeably heavier at the higher altitude. gazing out at the view, the water reflected the city lights like a mirror; rippling ever so slightly as a gust of wind fanned over its surface. rustling the leaves of near trees, it eventually found its way your hair, raking it's cool fingers through your scalp as it pushed several stray pieces out of both of your faces. the moon caught your eye as it shined it's face brightly amongst the sky, lighting the darkness with its pale gleam.

your gaze drifting to beomgyu, his side profile took your breath away. how perfect he looked in this moment; you couldn't even begin to describe. the glow of the street lamps and moonlight kissed his skin softly with its luminance, faint wind brushing the hair out of his face ever so gently. with his hair out of his face, his forehead and thick, arched eyebrows became exposed, one of the rarest yet most beautiful sights in the world. the word ethereal could only do a fraction of what it took to describe his pure beauty. he wore a focused demeanor, one so lost in thought as a song hummed in your ears. you wondered what he pondered. what he felt.

it didn't take long before he sensed your gaze out of the corner of his eye, shifting his over to meet yours. you noticed a glint of mystery in his eyes, like fog in the middle of the night; you couldn't see through it as hard as you tried.

but behind those eyes, he was examining just how beautiful you looked; shining under the moonlight like a gem. the gentle rustle of leaves followed by a wave of wind raked your hair back, exposing your every feature. soft skin and gentle eyes left him weak, so in love he could simply perish.

just then, a song came on that made your heart leap. a song that seemed too perfect for the world in this moment; wonder by adoy. your mutually favorite song. the song that always reminded you of him. the song that always reminded him of you. your lips drew up ever so slightly as nostalgia seeped into your senses, catching his attention immediately. all the times you had listened to this song with him. and now here you were, standing practically on top of the city like it's only two inhabitants.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as you buried the side of your face into his chest, inhaling him as the soundwaves of wonder scratched your brain just right. an idea occurred to you, one so good you didn't think twice before sharing it with your boyfriend.

"gyu?" your quiet voice could barely be heard against the soft material of his jacket. he hummed in response, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, wrapping you tightly in his warm embrace.

"can you sing wonder for me?" you looked up at him, your large eyes almost pleading. although it was a rare occasion for him, you absolutely loved it when beomgyu sang for you. if only he saw himself the way you saw him, he'd feel confident about singing all the time. but that wasn't the case, he always worried that his voice wasn't good enough. when he was younger, a family member had told him he would never make it in the singing industry. that his voice wasn’t special. ever since, he wished he had a better voice, one with more range, more confidence to sing high notes. in his mind, his singing voice wasn't all that. just a deep monotonous voice was all he thought of it.

but the thought of saying no to you couldn't even cross his mind at the sight of your puppy eyes. he was lost in you, heart pounding against your chest as he hugged you tighter, never wanting to let go. although he didn't think he had such a show-stopping voice, he still enjoyed to sing. to none other than you.

he fondly smiled, giving you a nod which ignited happiness deep within your heart, infinitely euphoric as the moment couldn't get any better. he kissed the crown of your head as he fumbled with his phone, searching for an instrumental version of wonder on youtube.

unplugging the wired earbuds from his phone as he readied himself to sing aloud, beomgyu couldn't lie; he was nervous. but knowing you loved his singing voice comforted him. you sensed his heart strumming through his chest against your own and did your best to reassure him. giving one of his hands a tight squeeze, you pressed a small kiss at the base of his neck, right under his adam's apple. this was his sign to take a deep breath and relax. it was his love he was singing to, not the whole world- and he preferred it this way. you were the only person on earth he would ever sing to. ever. his whole world is you.

as the dreamy intro began seeping from his phone speaker, you made yourself comfortable on his chest as you both looked out at the city, following the melody in await for the first verse.

and he began.

"so...we drive...on the left lane out in a rush..."

his voice; so soft, deep, and breathy. unmatched by any other voice you had ever heard in your life. his words blended into one another so smoothly, singing so perfectly in tune with the instrumental that it sounded as if it was a studio recording. so absolutely beautiful.

to you, his voice one hundred percent sounded better than the original song, your lips inevitably growing into a large smile as your heart did somersaults, cheeks decorated with a pink hue.

"looking back...at the red lights passing us by..."

you sensed the vibration of his adam's apple against you as he sang, chest rising against yours as he took breaths between lines. his silky voice swirling so perfectly in your ears like you were drifting into a dream.

"yes i...know...we shouldn't go...that far..."

in that instant, a shiver shot up your spine, goosebumps pelting your body at his high note. his voice was truly your weakness; your body responding in so many new ways you never thought it could just by hearing him sing your favorite song.

"but i...could...wonder..."

a small pause in between the pre-chorus gave him a chance to give your forehead a quick peck, drawing your gaze up to him. your cheeks were beginning to ache from smiling so much. but your smile only continued to widen as he went on, serenading you with his vocals.

"give me a feeling...slowly in a deja vu..."

you almost wanted to sing along, but instead you swayed side to side with the tune. your eyes seemingly unable to leave his face as you watched him sing. with his eyes fluttered closed, you noticed the way his eyebrows slightly furrowed when the higher notes came; each note only intensifying your chills. you watched his full lips, slightly parted as his voice escaped them like chocolate, thick and sweet melting your heart with each lyric.

in his mind, he didn't think he did too well at the high notes. he wanted to do better, he always strived for perfection. but to you, it sounded absolutely perfect. not one flaw in his voice, in fact, you never wished his voice was any different. the deep voice he wished had more range was your comfort, any more range just simply wouldn't be him.

as the song progressed, you nuzzled into his warm chest as you gazed out at the sparking city, occasionally sneaking glances up to his face. you had come to the conclusion that this is the most special moment you had ever experienced in your twenty something years of living. the combination of the dreamy synth from the speakers and his rich, airy voice seemed too perfect for this world.

as the final lyric left his mouth, the melody from his speaker slowly faded to its end. a brief moment of silence between you as a gust of wind scurried dry leaves along the sidewalk, both of your eyes locked all the while. his heartbeat quickened as he anticipated your reaction but you were speechless, still in the euphoric dream he had provided you. your faces has been subconsciously nearing one another's, only now noticing that his nose was only an inch away from yours.

"did you like it?" he asked lowly, voice almost in a whisper as his breath tickled your lips. you wanted to say so many things, all the thoughts that raced through your head and all the emotions you felt while he sang to you, you so deeply wanted to spew. but you were still speechless, leaving him with his rhetorical question as you closed the gap in between your lips, deeply pressing your lips into his. he too yearned for the kiss, slowly taking your bottom lip into his and then your top lip, intermingling your lips in sweet bliss. a passionate, love-filled kiss it was; leaving him wanting more as you gently pulled away. a kiss was how you managed to get all of the emotion out, wanting to make him feel the way he made you feel.

"i want it engraved in my soul forever so i can listen to your perfect voice on repeat. for ever and ever and ever," you whispered against his lips, feeling his sweet smile grow into a toothy one. in this instant, he felt lighter; his once racing mind now quiet. he felt better about his performance; about his voice. why was i so insecure? he asked himself, lost in your starry eyes.

singing; something he had long been keeping in. he realized now, was something he didn't know was a treasure. something only you had helped him discover. he made a promise to himself to sing to you more often. as much as he could, in fact.

and so there you two stood on the bridge at the edge of night, gazing into each other's eyes as dawn began to peak its sleepy head over the city, casting a blood orange glow onto his face. the sight of him so breathtaking, like you were standing in a museum, eyes wonder struck at a painting so perfectly detailed. every delicate feature of his glowing face under the radiance of the sunrise.

and you, a golden goddess in his eyes. your hair catching the aurora of the sun just perfectly like a halo. to him, nothing could shine brighter.

"you're an angel," was what seeped from his glossed lips, holding the side of your face gently as he pressed his forehead to yours. the wind softly caressed your hair against his, your tresses intertwining with his russet locks. foreheads pressed, the sun shined brightly in between the small gap that was left from his lips to yours, casting a shadow of your silhouettes amongst the once darkened sidewalk.

to any passerby, the shadow on the sidewalk of two people slowly closed, the gap of sunlight between their lips disappearing as the shadow became one.

~

a couple days later, having rested sufficiently after your night out in the city, you now gazed out the large window of a moving train. you stood by the door, holding onto the metal handrail as your boyfriend hugged you from behind, chin on your shoulder as he gazed out at the view with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you giggled. the train chugged along smoothly, the tall city gradually calming as you neared the suburbs of tokyo- in which existed more nature than buildings.

and that was correct, your eyes widened as greenery covered every square inch of ground while flowers decorated each bush and tree. small shrines and rocky bridges sparingly covered the plains as happy families briskly walked by. you weren't sure which you preferred more; the city or the suburbs. busy or calm? loud or quiet? beomgyu was like the city, usually loud, excited, and seemingly extroverted. but he was also like the suburbs, he could be calm, quiet, and truly introverted. you preferred both of these sides of him, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't have these qualities to him. you decided, you loved the city and the suburbs equally. they both made up the beautiful city of tokyo. the city you love. and similarly, the qualities made up the beautiful man that is choi beomgyu. the man you love. 

as the train chugged closer to its destination; yoyogi park, a familiar pink and white flower clouded your vision as the petals scattered everywhere, almost like it was raining. cherry blossoms. to beomgyu, the sight of his favorite flower was more than enough to send happy chemicals through his brain, a large smile surfacing on his lips as a result.

the morning dew kissed your skin as the two of you walked from the train station to the park, sleepiness still prevalent in your features as it was only a few hours after sunrise. but beomgyu, oh he was as excited as ever. gripping your hand tightly as "wowwww" fell from his mouth every few seconds, swiveling his head in every direction at the sight of cherry blossom trees that covered the open land.

you had come to tokyo's most popular picnic park in the city; a woven basket in hand as you searched the grassy area for a place to set up your own picnic. families sprawled their blankets out in between cherry trees, laughter of children and the subtle whir of conversation filling the fresh morning air. 

you had packed a selection of sushi for your picnic, a few small boxes that you had purchased at the small convenience store on the way, along with other yummy snacks like onigiri, assorted daifuku, and two small bottles of green tea. a cute, perfect little date it was. just you and beomgyu sitting under the pink trees while inhaling the soft cherry-scented breeze, just lost in conversation as you looked out at the small pond ahead. 

it wasn't long before a line of polaroids was lined up on one edge of the blanket. an array of small, rectangular photos with their signature white border showcasing your love and beautiful faces. some pictures had you two kissing, your hand on his cheek as he gently kissed your lips. some were funny; using a piece of your hair to make a mustache above his lips as he made a silly face. and some were just taken of each other; his side profile as he gazed up at the trees, the petals falling in the background like rain. there was one of you he put in the back of his phone case the instant it developed; he had told you a joke, snapping your picture mid-laugh. he thought it was the most beautiful photo ever, your large, pearly smile as bright as the sun in his eyes. 

as time passed, the sun rays inevitably did as well. casting its bright gleam on your blanket, roasting the two of you slowly until the blaze was too much to handle. after all, beomgyu was wearing a brown, wool cardigan and denim jeans, which didn't do so well at helping him stay cool, but instead made it harder. you, on the other hand were beginning to burn as your dainty sundress didn't provide enough protection to your skin against the strong uv rays.  

the final verdict: you two were unprepared as ever. but it was still fun; having spent hours of sitting under the pretty trees, eventually laying on your backs as you stared up at the blue sky, trying to watch the clouds through the thick tree branches.

a blossom fell from above, slowly fluttering down until it landed gingerly on his nose, enticing giggles from the both of you as you reached over to carefully pluck it off, his large eyes focused on you all the while. he laid back, noticing the way your hair flowed over your shoulder, the way your pupils dilated in such deep focus, treating the soft petal as if it was a fragile animal, moving so slowly towards it as if not to scare it away. all he could think about was how beautiful you were, lost in your kind eyes. so precious, gorgeous, dazzling, stunning, cute, darling, angel-like. so many words to describe you flooded his brain as his heart ached at the sight of you so up close.

never had he loved someone so deeply.

~

eventually, it was clear that sun had won the battle as the two of you began packing your things, placing them back into the basket quickly as sweat beads started pouring down your necks. to be frank, you had severely underestimated the heat warning on the tokyo forecast as you planned the trip.

"whew! next time we'll bring an umbrella or something," he suggested, throwing the blanket over his shoulder before taking one last glance to make sure he had picked everything up off the grass. 

"or you could just wear a tank top and shorts for once." you remarked, shoving his arm playfully as you began walking back to the train station.

"well well well. look who's talking, miss 'i forgot my sunscreen'", he returned the sass, sticking his tongue out at you, intertwining his fingers with yours. you threw your head back in laughter, almost not hearing what he said after.

"one day it'll be mrs. choi." his voice so quiet, almost a whisper.

but you heard it. 

looking over at him with the brightest glint in your eyes, blood rushing to your face in the form of apink blush, brighter than the one you were already wearing. the thought of his last name in place of yours simply had your heart leaping in happiness, so many emotions erupting in your chest at once. you squeezed his hand, inviting his gaze. to this, you realized his cheeks were flushed too, almost as pink as the cherry blossoms.

although you didn't say anything, you both already knew what the other was thinking; your wedding, kids, what the future has to hold for the both of you. you smiled wider, your eyesight blurring as a small pool formed in your eyes at what he had said. you weren't much of a crier but for some reason you had been overtaken with so much emotion. he squeezed your hand tighter, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closely to his side, kissing your cheek softly. your tears subsided after a few blinks, vision returning to normal. you noticed a tender smile resided on his face, dimple making it's appearance on his supple cheek, asking to be kissed. and you did just that.

never have you loved someone so deeply.

~

kicking your shoes off as you pushed the door open of your hotel, you felt the icy blast of the air conditioning as you ran over to the bed, throwing yourself onto the cold sheets. you sighed in relief, the fresh linen under you cooling your warm skin, toasted from the heat of the picnic. not before long, you felt the bed sink next to you as a familiar arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into the warmth you knew all too well. 

his lips tickled your neck as he smiled against your skin, giving the sensitive skin a few gentle kisses before you turned to face him. he searched your eyes, tucking a stray hair behind your ears with his index finger. his touch, so soft and gentle; noticing the way a few of his dainty, silver rings glimmered in the lighting, drawing your attention to his pretty hands. you took his hand into yours, placing your lips on the back of his soft skin, leaving a few kisses behind. it had become a habit since long ago.

he smiled, his eyes momentarily drawing away from your gaze as he focused on something behind you. he sat up, brows furrowed in curiosity as he tilted his head like an alert puppy.

"what is it baby?" you asked, curious at what he had seen.

without answering, he quickly jumped up from the bed, the warm imprint of his body slowly disappearing from beside you. he walked over to the tall curtain at the foot of the bed, what seemed like just a wall or a window with a long curtain covering it. at least that's what the two of you had made it out to be.

suddenly, beomgyu pulled the curtains apart with a quick tug using both of his hands. right before your eyes, a large sliding glass door appeared behind the curtain, the most beautiful view of the city twinkling behind it. 

"holy crap!" your mouth fell agape as the two of you gave each other the most astonished look. never had you known that door was there as it had been covered by that curtain this whole time. he peered through the large door, pressing his forehead to the glass as a laugh erupted from his lips.

"there's a huge pool out there! an infinity pool, actually," he turned to look at you over his shoulder, the most thrilled look on his face. without thinking, you jumped out of bed and the two of you ran outside, not believing the sight of your very own, private infinity pool that looked out over the entire city. with the view of the sun beginning to set its shining face behind the tall tokyo towers, it was more than you could ever ask for, something you never expected. you eyed one another, that familiar v shape surfacing on beomgyu's lips, an adorable glint of mystery laced in his expression as an idea sparked in his eyes. 

"you know what i'm thinkin'?" he grinned at you, not able to contain your own grin as excitement bubbled from within you at the feeling of deja vu. any spontaneous idea of his was amazing; although it was bound to be chaotic, it was amazing. filled with so much fun, new memories worth dying for, and tons of laughter. you knew whatever it was, it would be amazing with him.

"what is it beomie?" your lips drawn in a greater smile than before.

~ 

to be continued...

a/n: there will be a part two to this story! warning: the next part will contain smut. (a fluffy smut, if you will). stay tuned to see what beomgyu's idea is :D

also: i internally freaked out when he posted this today bc the tokyo tower is in the back and it’s also in my story which i’ve been in the process of writing this whole month :’) i love him sm pls <33

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[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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[cowboybeepboop]

Through the window

“Fuck you”

“Baby thats what youre gonna do”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2214

Summary: Late night self pleasure turns into more than self pleasure.

Warnings: p in v, mainly porn with some plot, disgusting words for clit cause it got a little awkward at 1 am, use of vibrator, age gap (like three years), major daddy issues, kinda some Voyeurism, roughness from Bradley but with sweetness, praise kink, hair pulling, getting caught.

A/N: Literally just me writing this while sobbing to Shawn Mendes songs, also I wrote most of it while sitting out in front of my school 💪😩💪 I’m a fucking vibe. I don't know if there's like a big fandom on here anymore considering Top Gun Mav has been out for a while now but yk who cares. Also lowkey have been binging Harry Potter and the last of us so maybe I’ll write some of that later. Not proof read like ever

Bradley has been your built-in best friend, being Mavericks daughter means that you spent the majority of your childhood eating dinners with Carole, having Carole brush your hair and tuck you into bed. Carole Bradshaw became your adoptive mom, she taught you to cook, bake, sew, she helped you with your homework and made sure you knew your worth.

Mav was hardly ever around, he put his heart and soul into being a better person so that Goose wouldn’t be disappointed in him, this being said he forgot about the responsibility of actually taking care of his child. But you never blamed him for it, maybe it’s because when he was there with you all he ever wanted to do was cuddle on the couch watching your favorite films. Sometimes he would come home and lay his head on your lap and you would brush and braid his hair.

So, because of your sometimes absentee father, Bradley filled in. He was there with Mav for every milestone, kindergarten graduation, elementary school choir concerts, he even took time from his busy schedule to come to your highschool graduation.

Which makes your sexual attraction to him all the more disgusting, he basically was your stand in father, even though he was only 3 years older than you. But when Maverick finally realized he had a responsibility to spend more time with you, Brad stopped being like a father figure and more like an older friend who you had the hots for.

Bradley hasn’t been home for months-or longer, you totally haven’t been counting, and it totally hasn’t been exactly 8 months 3 weeks and 5 days. He isn’t planning on coming back any time soon, at least if he is he hasn’t told you, which is why you’re stuck pouting with your face between your hands as a few people purchase drinks from the bar.

You work at Penny’s bar, The Hard Deck, which is lowkey awkward considering your dad used to date her. But nonetheless she treats you like her own daughter. The only thing you dislike about working with her is the fact that she scolds you when you flirt while working, it's understandable but makes you want to roll your eyes.

Maverick walks in with a small smile on his face, sitting down at the bar in front of you, “How’s your day Y/N?”.

“It’s pretty good Mav, Penny might want to talk to you though,” winking at him you walk away, heading in the direction of the dart board.

“Hey boys, need a refill?” you smile sweetly, tapping your heel against the wooden floor softly.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Hangman smirks as he hands you the empty bottles, “you know which tab to add it to right?” he nods toward Coyote.

You give a small nod and head back to the bar to grab two more beer bottles, you add the total to Coyote’s tab. He lost in darts, even after covering Jake’s eyes, one more night and you don’t think you’ll be able to withstand his charm any longer.

“Y/N it’s time for you to clock out, if you want to beat the rush and get to your date on time,” your eyes light up.

“Thank you Pen!” you smile gathering your things before clocking out. “See you tomorrow evening.” Penny nods at you, smiling at you softly as you rush out of the door.

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Hours have passed along with another failed attempt at online dating. Both things have led to you lying in your bed holding your breath as you imagine what it'd be like if Bradley came home and surprised you.

It started off innocent, him holding your waist close to him, the heat radiating from his chest as you sucked in a deep breath. Basking in his mahogany, sandalwood and vanilla musky scent, it made your knees weak, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your body felt hot, like you were boiling from the insides out. Squeezing your legs tightly together to keep your panties from soaking your bedsheets.

While biting your lip you carefully open the shoebox hidden underneath your bed, grabbing your bright pink bullet vibrator. If your dad came home, you’d know, so locking the door wasn’t a big priority.

Sucking in a deep breath you relax against your plush mattress. Licking your lips you spread your legs being gentle while unbuttoning your shirt, being slow with each button to build up the tension.

Once you finally peel off your blouse, you throw it to the side of the room before leisurely unzipping your skirt. You’re starting to become impatient, every part of your body is aching to be touched by Bradley’s calloused hands.

“For fucks sake,” a soft whine escapes your parted lips, squeezing your eyes shut you begin roaming your hands all over your body. You squeeze the soft part of your body, moaning Bradley’s name as you do so.

Spreading your legs, you pull down your panties, running a finger through your soaked lips. Once you find the bundle of nerves you start rubbing soft and steady circles into it, this causes your hips to jerk a little while your eyes roll back.

You wrap a hand around your neck putting a comfortable amount of pressure on it, soft moans spill from your lips as you push your hips up begging for more friction. You press the smooth button, listening to the faint hum, you press down two more times. The soft hum from before has become more intense and slightly louder.

Let’s be honest, masturbation is nothing compared to sex. Especially the sex you’ve been dreaming and lusting over since age 16.

A soft smile forms on your lips as you press the rough tip against the hood of your clit, your muscles all tense up while your breathing stops for just a second. It sounded like a rock or something else small had hit your window, after waiting for a few seconds you decide it's probably nothing and press the vibrator against your nub.

You bite down on your lip harshly, squeezing your neck roughly. Sadly, you have a shitty toy because desperate times call for desperate measures so there isn’t much more it can give. Removing the hand from your neck, pushing two fingers into your pulsating hole.

Unbeknownst to yourself, there was now a visitor in your room, one who snuck in from your open window. Hiding in the dark corner next to your window, a hand clasped against his mouth as he absorbed the sight of you desperate and needy begging for more.

“Bradley harder!” you moan loudly, as you pick up the pace of your fingers,your back arching. Cum spills from your pussy, you sink back into the mattress, sighing discontentedly.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” the familiar voice rings through the now silent room. You instantly throw your hands over your chest and squeeze your legs together tightly. “If you needed some help you could have just asked for it.” Bradley walks out into the middle of your room, staring down at you with darkened eyes.

“B-bradley, when did you get in here?” you try to play it cool but sweat is forming on your forehead as you rapidly cover up with a blanket, eyes shifting to the window.

“Do you mean, how much did I see? Or rather how much I heard?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, you nod as your cheeks turn a deep red. “Not much, just you pleading for me to be rougher, is that really how you like it princess?”.

“Bradley! Shut up,” you cover your face with your hands while trying to figure out the best thing for you to do now. “Look, I didn’t know you were stopping by. I’m sorry that you, uhm, that you saw what you saw.” Your voice cracks while you barely take a breath, his shoes clack against the floor as he makes his way to you.

The dip in the bed being the sign that he’s next to you. “Y/N, I really don’t care.” He pries your hands off your face. “I know you didn’t know I was coming into town, because it was a surprise.” He sucks in a deep breath, “I just didn’t know I was the one who would be surprised.”

The room fills with silence, just your accelerated breathing and the ticking of your alarm clock. “Hey Brad… Can you please leave?” you push your face into your knees.

Bradley licks his lips, “I think I have a better idea,” he runs a finger down your spine while pressing kisses into your shoulder. Your body relaxes into him as you sigh quietly, he pulls your face from your legs “Look at me, my pretty girl,” you slowly open your eyes while avoiding making eye contact,

“Darlin’ I want you to look in my eyes,” biting your lower lip you look up at him innocently, his hands move to cup your cheeks and pull you into his face. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grips your neck and leans into kiss you.

You move onto his lap while tangling your fingers in his hair, he groans into your mouth before pulling back. Bradley pulls away from your lips and moves to kiss your neck, using his body to push your back against your bed. You gasp as he explores your body with his mouth, calloused fingers pinching your nipples.

Arching into him you moan loudly as he pushes a finger into your throbbing pussy. “You like that?” his voice low and seductive, using his thumb he presses your nub softly. Bradley presses kisses all over your stomach, groaning at the sight of you so needy under him, pre cum leaks from his tip as he grinds against the bed.

“I need you right now, please,” you grab Bradley by his face and pull him up. Kissing his lips passionately while grinding down on his fingers.

“Oh what a needy little slut you are, huh?” He pushes two more fingers into you, “is this what you needed? Or is this a little more up your alley.” He smirks while wrapping a hand around your throat, applying ample pressure.

“Fuck you,” you groan, lips parting as your chest heaves, gasps pouring from your mouth.

“Baby, that's what you’re gonna do,” he taunts, Bradshaw has had enough. He finally lays down and pulls you onto his stomach, his hands massage your thighs as he lifts your hips up.

“Bradley wait,” your hands rest on his chest, “ condom, left middle drawer”. He leans over grabbing the small golden wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, fumbling with the latex as he squeezes it over his tip.

“Thanks for reminding me princess,” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “now ride me babe,”.

Lining your hole up with his tip you begin to lower yourself down on him, moans leave your parted lips. He furrows his eyebrows, hands moving up to cup your breasts, you sink down on his length, wincing at the uncomfortable stretch.

“Fuck, good girl,” bradley groans, his shakey breathing fills your senses. You lift your hips slowly bouncing on his dick, he grabs your ass squeezing roughly. Your hands explore his abs as you use his body to steady your own.

Your eyes squeeze tight, body tightening up around him. Twirling your fingers into your hair you grasp the strands pulling at his roots.

Bradley flips the pair of you over, his eyes dark and dominant as he hovers over you, his hips thrust into yours at a steady pace. He lowers his head to suck on your erect nipple, one hand wraps around your neck squeezing just enough to slow your breathing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him to you, kissing his lips passionately, your nails dig into his back. Bradley presses his middle finger into your clit, rubbing rough circles into it, while trying to hold back moans you bury your face in his nape.

His thrusts become sloppy, bradleys hand tightens around your neck causing you to arch into him, he leans down sucking dark hickeys into your neck. “Darling, I’m so close,” the sound of skin slapping fills the room as you nod in response.

“Me too Bradley,” you whine quietly. Bradley uses his middle and pointer finger to rub sloppy circles into your sensitive nub, causing your body to jerk forward and your eyes to flutter shut, soft moans fill his ears.

He runs his hand through your hair pulling your head back. Bradley throws his head back in pleasure, you begin to tighten up around him drawing out a long groan. “Rooster,” you chant his name, “more, please I need more,”, he complies with your desires and angles your bodies so he hits even deeper.

Hugging your body close to his, he thrusts a couple more times before you cum around him, Bradley slows down as he cums. His body jerks softly, “Thats the best welcome home present ive ever gotten love,” he whispers into your ear.

Your bedroom door opens, revealing Maverick, “Get your clothes on and meet me in the living room,” his stern voice shakes you to the core.

Well shit

#top gun #top gun fandom #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #top gun smut #top gun rooster #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x female reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick smut #top gun fic #miles teller #miles teller imagine #miles teller x reader #phoenix top gun #bob top gun #fanboy top gun

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Never Be Alone

Pairings: Neuvillette x Fem!reader

a/n: i love Shawn Mendes and yes its a song inspo Hydro dragon Hyrdo dragon Dont Cry~

After they had been together for some time, Neuvillette and Y/n often found solace in each other's company, especially after long days in court. One evening, as they sat sipping their tea in comfortable silence, Y/n broke the quietude.

"You seem troubled, Neuvillette," she remarked softly, concern evident in her voice.

Neuvillette sighed, his brow furrowed with the weight of the day's burdens. "There is a case that weighs heavily on my mind. The evidence is conflicting, and the truth eludes me."

Y/n reached out, gently placing her hand over Neuvillette's. "You've always had a knack for uncovering the truth, my dear. Trust in your instincts, and the gods will guide you."

Neuvillette's gaze softened as he looked into Y/n's eyes, finding comfort in her unwavering support. "Thank you, Y/n. Your faith in me means more than you know."

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics as they continued to enjoy each other's company, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a soft glow over Neuvillette's chambers, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the presence of Y/n in his life. She was his rock, his confidante, and his greatest source of strength. And as they shared a tender embrace, he knew that together, they could weather any storm that came their way.

As they sat together, basking in the warmth of their shared affection, Neuvillette recounted tales from his youth, stories of his journey to becoming the Chief Justice of Fontaine. Y/n listened intently, captivated by the trials and tribulations he had faced along the way.

"It was a long and arduous path," Neuvillette began, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "But every challenge I encountered only served to strengthen my resolve to uphold justice and honor."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with admiration as she leaned in closer, hanging onto Neuvillette's every word. "You truly are an inspiration, Neuvillette. Your dedication to justice is unmatched."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Neuvillette's lips as he reached for Y/n's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "And you, my dear Y/n, have brought light into my life in ways I never thought possible. Your kindness and unwavering support have sustained me through the darkest of times."

Their conversation continued long into the night, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and whispered promises of a future together. It was moments like these, where time seemed to stand still and the outside world faded away, that Neuvillette cherished most.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows of his chambers, Neuvillette felt a sense of peace wash over him. With Y/n by his side, he knew that he could face whatever challenges the day ahead might bring.

And as they watched the sunrise together, a sense of hope filled their hearts, for they knew that as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way.

#neuvillette #astronetwrk #genshin impact #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette x reader

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S I X F E E T A W A Y - One shot.

Words count - 2,6k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, light angst.

Summary - You were Natasha's girlfriend. It has been a year since she died and you still can't accept it, visiting her grave whenever you can.

Song - It'll be okay, Shawn Mendes.

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It has been a year. Twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred sixty-five days. In other words, it has been an eternity. The thought of all the time that has passed makes you sick. Even after a year the pain is still the same, the people that told you it will eventually fade were a bunch of liars. You hate them because you are going through every day thinking the next one will be different but it is not, the urge to cry, scream, throw up and destroy everything around you never disappeared. At best, it fades during the good days.

However, this feeling always comes back. You don’t even know how you survived this year without her by your side. She has been your whole world since the first time you met. At the time, you agreed to join the Avengers only so you don’t have to leave her - you regret that decision now, convinced that she died because of them. 

You were supposed to be a family but the team fell apart on the first difficulties and doesn’t even exist anymore. After they saved the world, bringing back the missing population, the members that weren’t dead decided to leave. 

They said they needed some personal time, which you understand, but never told you for how long. It has already been a year and none of them checked up on you or replied to your attempt to get in touch, you can’t help but feel abandoned.

Since you have been back, being at the compound never felt the same anymore. This place no longer felt like home, it was just an empty building, full of ghosts and memories. After a few weeks you decided to move out, unable to stay here for one more day. 

New city, new start, new life. 

At least, you were hoping it would be that easy but it wasn’t. At first, you didn’t know where to go but you eventually decided to move to a small town in Ohio. She was your only family, you couldn’t imagine being far from her. Even if the only thing left is a stone with her name engraved on it, not even a body, you still wanted to be as close as you could.

The way everything happened made your grief journey harder. The worst is that you didn’t even get to say goodbye. Every time you think about it you can feel how your stomach twists. The last time you saw her, you were oblivious she would be dead the next one. 

As half of the population, you disappeared for five years because of Thanos. Five years for the one who stayed but it felt like a few seconds to you, barely the time to blink but yet you missed so much. 

You are blaming yourself for that. Even now, you are convinced that things would have gone a different way if you were here, that you could have done something. It probably wouldn’t have changed a thing, Natasha being stubborn, but being angry and denial is your way to deal with the pain of a loss.

Whenever you can, you are paying a visit to her gravestone. Sometimes, you would stay for a few days, refusing to leave : how could you when you know that she died alone ? Most of her life she thought she was alone, she didn’t deserve to die like that. So, now that she is gone, you are doing everything you can to make up for that, to let her know that you will always be here. 

You firmly believe that, wherever she is right now, she is looking at you and knows what you are doing, you need to believe that she can hear and see you because it means you are not alone. Even death can’t separate two persons.

That is why you have prepared this visit for days, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect for your lover. You prepared a whole picnic, everything being homemade, and decided to wear one the last outfit you bought together, a classy dress. You even braided your hair for the occasion. That is why your hairstyle is looking like a mess, it has never been your thing, Natasha usually being the one to do it. 

Some people would find it weird to celebrate her death date but it is really important to you. Painfull, for sure, but still important. That day, a year ago, she sacrified her life for the world and she deserves some gratitude. You feel like too many people don’t even know she is the one that saved them, the rest refusing to acknowledge what she did just because of her past. Even your former teammates don’t bother to care. 

So you decided to pay her a visit so you can celebrate her actions like the world should have. However, it doesn’t make you less angry or hateful against the whole world.

You check your bag one more time to make sure you didn’t forget anything. You are feeling a bit stressed because you really want everything to be perfect. After that last glance, you secure it at the back of your bike, ready to go.

Her gravestone is only thirty minutes from where you live. As you are lost in your thoughts, the journey felt like a few seconds. 

You realize you are almost at your destination when you enter the forest. Natasha’s grave is not in a cemetery but in a lovely clearing. As there was no body to bury, you were able to place it wherever you wanted. You spent days and nights thinking about the perfect place to eventually choose this one. It is in a lovely clearing in Ohio, a quiet and hidden place. Only a few people know her grave is here, she didn’t have a lot of family. 

You leave your bike against a tree on the roadside.

After a few minutes walk, you arrive at the clearing. You know she would have loved that place. A smile on your face, you take your time to settle everything around the grave. You brought a blanket, to sit in, a lot of food and even a speaker so you can play music. It feels the silence, making things less awkward for you. 

Obviously, you didn’t forget to bring a gift and some flowers. This time, you choose roses because they have always remembered you of her : they sting but yet are so delicate and gracious. She used to mock you for that, never answering your “ if you were a flower, which one would you be ? ” kind of questions. So you had to figure out the answers by your own. 

However, you know that, deep down, she was enjoying it. She would stay for hours, listening to your explanations about why she would be that drink rather than another one, with a faint smile on her face. She was just too stubborn to admit it. 

The thought of the past makes a sad smile appear on your face as you are replacing the old flowers with the roses you brought.  

“ I- ” once you have settled in, sitting on the blanket with the food out of the bags, you start talking. Except that, once again, you don’t know where to start. “ I made peanut butter sandwiches, … more than the last time. ”

Those are her favourites. She has always refused to share hers but, sometimes, she would make some for you so you had a snack when you came back from a mission. 

Now, you have to do them by yourself and it doesn’t taste the same, it doesn’t taste love. Yet, you still ended up eating the dozen you made last time you visited. In your defense, you were crying and it is the only thing that could bring you some comfort. 

However, you are still feeling bad for not leaving at least one for her so you decided to make some more this time. A lot more if you are being honest. 

“ Anyway, what can I say … ” you are thinking out loud. It is your thing, coming here and telling her everything that is going on in your life. 

Sometimes, you even come here just to share with her something that happened during your day. A bad or a good story, it doesn’t matter, you would come here immediately without considering what time it is when the urge to talk to her hits you. 

Once, you pedaled here in the middle of the night. It was creepy, if you are being honest, so you didn’t do it ever again. Plus, you are sure Natasha wouldn’t appreciate it.

“ I have found a new job. I am a cashier now and it is going well for the moment, I didn’t throw anything at a client yet ” you say, feeling proud about that fact.

A few months ago, you were fired from your job as a waitress for that reason. You definitely don’t have the patience or the tact required by that kind of work. 

“ Even if the clients are really annoying. It is frustrating, you know ? I am being yelled at all day, talked like shit and insulted but I don’t even have the right to be rude ” you stop talking for a few seconds, taking a deep breath - you won’t let the anger you feel towards these people ruin this moment. “ I liked it better when we were kicking bad guys’ asses. ”

You are thinking about this part of your life with nostalgia. You never had a normal job. When you were seventeen, you dropped out of high school so you could join the army. Somehow, mainly because of your curiosity, you ended up in some dirty stories - that is how the S.H.I.E.L.D noticed you, offering you to become one of their agents.

It is only a few years ago that you made the decision to leave the agency to be a part of the Avengers. It was a difficult choice to make but you did it because you wanted to follow Natasha, even a few years ago, you already couldn’t imagine living far from her. 

The two of you met when she joined the agency. As you, when you became an agent, she was lonely. Everyone was avoiding her because of the rumors about her past. You immediately thought it was unfair - if Fury thinks she has a place here, then you can trust her for sure. Plus you knew how it feels to be in that situation. 

So you decided to step up, being the first and only one that has tried to talk to her the first years. You never left her side since, always defending her when the others were talking dirt behind her back - which got you into a lot of trouble.

All that stuff, being a cashier or a waitress, is not something you are used to, you don’t think you are cut out for this kind of work. If you are being honest with yourself, you hate those jobs, you are just not ready to go back working for Fury. 

When you came back, he let you know that there will always be a place for you as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you thanked him but said no. For the moment, you just want to give a try to those normal jobs, even if fitting in is harder than you thought, being undercover having nothing in common with living it for real.

“ I also decided to eventually repair the broken things in my apartment. So far, I’ve fixed the front door, the fridge and the light in the living room. I think it is a good start, don’t you ? ” you wait a few seconds for an answer but, obviously, the only one you get is the silence. You eventually chuckle. “ I still hate that place tho’ ” and since you moved in, you can’t wait for the day you will be able to afford a better place. 

But for now you are stuck in that small, dilapidated and cold apartment, trying to convince yourself that it could be worse.

“ Anyway, I am here because I have a little something for you … ” you start, trying to not smile too hard. You take the present out of the bag, it is something in a dark blue box of the size of your hands. “ Ready ? ” you ask but it is more for you this time. You take a deep breath before you resume. “ Natasha Romanoff, for saving the world for so many years, for sacrificing your life for the sake of Humanity and, most important, for ... being the love of my life ... I have the honor to give you a medail ” your acting broke on the last sentence, the fake enthusiasm being replaced by sadness. 

Once you are done with your little speech, you carefully put the medail on the grave, with the flowers and the other presents. 

It is not a real medail, you asked someone to make it. It is supposed to be a replacement for the one the government refused to give her, even if she deserved it. Her name on a wall is the only thing she got from them.

“ But don’t think it means I forgive you. It was very stupid, but yet very … you … to sacrifice yourself for us. You always thought you had a redemption to earn ” you stop talking, trying to hold back your tears. “ And maybe it was true that people never trusted you but I did. I trusted you and you left me like that. I didn’t even get to say goodbye or … or … to give you a last hug. I- I blinked and, just like that, you were … gone, forever ” your voice is shaking, the last sentence being noticed more than a whisper. As tears are running down your cheeks, you still find the strength to add one more thing. “ I will never forgive you ” you say in a quiet voice.

You weren’t ready to lose her, you had plans for your future together. You were supposed to buy a lovely home and found a happy family. She shouldn’t have died before you could live your life together, before you had your happy ending. Only age should have taken her away from you, except that she decided otherwise. 

She has always been so stubborn and so hard on herself because of the things she did in the past. You truly believe that, if someone deserved a peaceful life, it is her but it is too late now that she is gone. The idea that you never had a chance to show her how sweet life can be is making you sick, you should have convinced her to leave earlier. 

When you came back from the dust, you were alone and lost. Not only did you need to accept that five years of your life have been stolen but you also had to learn how to live without the woman you love. It is the hardest thing you ever had to do in your life.  “ But … I love you so much, my idiot ” you eventually whisper. “ I just wish you were still here to hear that … ”

#natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #reader insert #light angst #mcu #avengers endgame #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfiction #mcu women #wlw fiction

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hii ! can i request francis wilkerson (mitm) x fem!reader smut whos really shy with intimacy and francis just guides the reader gently with fluff aftercare?

Lights On (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re not used to being intimate, so Francis makes sure your first time with him is extra special.

A/N: inspired by lights on by shawn mendes teehee i feel like this could be better but whatever

CW: p in v sex, loss of virginity, praise kink, dirty talk, mutual masturbation/exhibitionism/voyeurism, soft dom!Francis maybe ??, kinda talks you through it

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You weren’t used to being so close to someone. At least not physically. Yes, you had your fair share of partners, but you had never gotten that far with any of them. The lack of action eventually drove them all away, leaving you heartbroken.

Francis was different, though. You thought that after so much time together, he’d be annoyed that you hadn’t had sex with him yet. But he was nothing but kind and understanding, never pushing you or trying to guilt you into anything. When you were finally ready, you knew Francis would make it all worth it.

“Hey, Francis?” You called out to him as you made the bed. The two of you had been living and working at the Grotto for a few months now, and it was absolute bliss.

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, coming out of the bathroom. 

“What’s on your schedule today?” You asked your boyfriend as he fluffed and repositioned your pillows. He let out a puff of air as he thought.

“Not much. I think a few horse rides and taking care of the stables, and then Otto let me have the rest of the night off.” Francis walked around the bed to get to you, resting his hands on your hips. “Why? Did you wanna do something?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I have the night off too, so I was thinking maybe we’d get some dinner from the restaurant and have a night in. What do you think?” You tilted your head to the side at the end of your question, and watched Francis grin down at you.

“I think that sounds perfect.” He responded, kissing your lips. “I can’t wait.”

***

You had been thinking about tonight’s possible events all day. You were a bit surprised you got any work done. You were trying to decide on a good way to tell Francis that you were ready. Of course, you could just come out and say that you wanted to have sex with him. But being so blatant seemed a bit nerve-wracking.

When you got back to your room, you kicked off your shoes and went to the bathroom mirror. The labors of your workday were evident; your clothes were somewhat ruffled and dirty, and your hair was a bit messy. So you decided to take a shower and freshen up, the warm water relaxing the dull ache in your muscles and putting your mind at ease.

“Y/n?” You heard Francis call out as you stepped out of the shower. “I’m home!”

“Just a second!” You shouted through the door. You patted yourself dry, putting on a loose shirt, which was probably Francis’s, and underwear before stepping out of the bathroom.

You watched Francis empty a bag, placing the different takeout boxes from the Grotto restaurant on the table. Hearing you walk in, he looked up, and a smile immediately graced his lips.

“Hey, cutie.” He said, closing the small gap between you and putting a hand on your hip. “How was your day?” He asked after giving you a kiss.

“Better now that you’re here.” You responded, resting your hands on Francis’ shoulders. “I see you brought dinner.”

“Yeah, I was helping set up the tables for dinner, so I figured I’d grab our food when I was done.” 

Francis gently pulled you to the table, pulling a chair out for you. When you sat down, he took the chair next to you and opened the boxes, helping serve you first.

Dinner was filled with delicious food and light conversation. You were grateful when Francis started on a long story about something that had happened during one of his horse rides today, because it distracted you from the nervousness you had felt throughout the day. There was something about Francis that just washed away whatever nagged at you, making you calm and content.

When you were finished eating, the two of you cleared the table. You flopped down on the bed and stretched your limbs.

“So, what do you wanna do?” He asked, looking at you curiously before sitting on the bed next to you.

Now was your chance. You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows as you looked up at Francis.

“Well…” You started, turning to lay on your side and rest your head in your hand. “I had an idea or two.”

“Oh, yeah?” Francis mirrored your position. “Such as?”

“I…” You suddenly became distracted by Francis’ lips and how close his body was to yours. You pressed your legs together, which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. He arched an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “We could have sex.”

Francis stared at you briefly, processing what you had just said. He bit his lip, scooting a bit closer to you.

“Are you sure?” He asked, and your heart melted at the fact that he wanted you to be a hundred percent confident in your decision. You nodded. “Are you sure you’re ready? Because we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You said with finality. “I’m ready. Unless you don’t wanna have sex. I mean, in that case, obviously, we don’t have to, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time an-”

You were glad that Francis cut off your rambling by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into it, letting him guide your body to rest against the pillows on your bed before hovering over you. The hand that didn’t hold him up started to slip under the hem of your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He asked against your lips, and you nodded furiously. But that wasn’t enough for him. “Want you to say it, honey.”

“It’s okay.” You responded immediately in a whine. “More than okay.”

Now having a satisfactory answer, Francis’ hand left feather-light touches on your skin as it went along your side and up to cup one of your boobs. He started tweaking your nipple, and he swallowed the whiny moan you had let out.

“You like that, baby?” Francis asked, his lips leaving yours to kiss down the column of your neck.

“Uh-huh.”

“Want me to take this off?” He asked, toying with the hem of your shirt. You nodded and sat up, helping him tug the article of clothing off and over your head. Now almost entirely bare, Francis stared at you with hunger. “God.” He breathed out, diving in to kiss and grope at your chest, which you happily welcomed. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Francis has said this to you before. Not a day went by without him complimenting you in some way. But the way he had said it now, voice deep with lust, left you wet and aching. You tried to close your legs together to soothe some of your neediness, but Francis noticed your reaction and smirked up at you.

“You like it when I call you pretty?” He cooed, and you nodded. He grinned, kissing your tits before trailing slowly down your stomach. “I’ll bet you’ll look even prettier when you’re stuffed full with my cock.”

“Francis.” You moaned. You grabbed his shirt, tugging at the fabric. “Can you take it off?”

“Of course, baby.” He uttered softly before kissing your lips and sitting up on the balls of his feet. As he fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, he looked at you, eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. This meant he had an idea, and you were beyond curious about what it was. “You know what you can do while you wait?”

“What?” 

“You can touch yourself.” The casual tone in Francis’ voice made your breath hitch. “Wanna know how to make you feel good. You can do that, right? Be a good girl and get yourself off for me?”

You squirmed at the ‘good girl’ title, desperately wanting to hear more of that. Hesitantly, one of your hands drifted down your body to your aching core. You wished it was Francis’ hand instead of yours, but yours would do for now.

“You don’t have to be shy, honey,” Francis said reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your knee as he tugged off his button-up and belt, leaving him in jeans and an undershirt. “You can do it.”

Francis’ words gave you the push you needed to pull the seat of your panties to the side and graze over your clit. Begging for stimulation, the delicate touch made you twitch and sigh. Francis’ watchful eyes didn’t help with your heavy arousal.

As Francis got off the bed to tug off his pants, two of your fingers gathered your wetness, spreading it up to your clit before plunging into your pussy. You sighed in relief as you started to finger yourself, movements speeding up to a rhythm that made you writhe around on the bed and throw your head back in pleasure. 

Francis’ cock hardened at the sight of you, making him groan. Standing in his boxers, he started palming himself while watching your movements. It was like he was studying you, memorizing the pace of your fingers thrusting in and out of yourself and how you rubbed at your clit with your other hand.

Eventually, your movements started to falter, your hand growing tired of the fast motions. Hearing a whimper fall from your lips from the lack of stimulation you needed, Francis crawled onto the bed.

“Need help, baby?” He asked.

“Please.” You mewled, letting Francis grab your wrists and pull your hands away from between your thighs.

Francis’ finger prodded at your entrance, slowly entering you to get you used to his touch. You groaned, moving your hips to try to quicken his pace. Getting the message, Francis started fingering you at the same pace that you had previously, soon adding a second finger.

When his thumb began rubbing at your clit, you jolted.

“Oh, Francis.” You moaned, the coil in your stomach quickly tightening. “Francis, I’m- I’m gonna…”

“Come on, pretty girl, you can do it.” Francis coaxed, gaze constantly switching between your legs and your face. “Come for me, Y/n. Come on my fingers.”

As if those were the magic words, you snapped. Your orgasm overcame you, and you groaned and babbled as your legs shook from the immense pleasure. Francis kept up his pace to ride you through your climax. When you came down, he slowed to a stop, removing his fingers and licking up your arousal until his fingers were clean.

“Was that okay?” He asked, staring at you with a serious look. The question made you giggle.

“More than okay.” You replied. 

“Are you sure you still wanna-”

“Yes.” You interrupted. “Please, Francis. I want you so bad.”

Francis took a deep breath, thoroughly aroused by your begging. He reached over to his bedside table, opening the drawer to pull out a condom from a pack that he had bought so he’d be prepared if you ever decided you were ready. Opening the foil wrapper, he shoved off his boxers, and you watched his dick spring up, finally free from its confinements. You gulped when looking at the size of him, but still kicked off your panties with eagerness.

Once the condom was rolled on, Francis settled between your legs and looked up at you.

“I’ll go slow. If you need me to stop, just tell me.” You nodded, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly wanting a verbal answer. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Grabbing himself, Francis swept the tip through your folds to gather your wetness and spread it with his hand before pressing to your entrance. With one final look for confirmation, Francis slowly pushed in, his free hand grabbing yours.

You inhaled sharply. The feeling was a bit strange; filling and pleasurable, but with a slight sting of pain. But you didn’t want Francis to stop. 

When he buried himself to the hilt, he stopped, wanting you to adjust to him. He planted constant kisses on any skin he could reach, mumbling praises to you that made you wetter.

“Francis.” You said, and he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. “Move, please.”

Slowly, Francis pulled out until just the tip was in. Then he started thrusting in and out of you at a light pace, eyeing your expressions to make sure you weren’t feeling anything other than pleasure.

“Faster.” You whined, arching your back as Francis quickened his pace. 

“Doing so good for me, baby.” Francis groaned, nipping at your chest. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck to try to ground yourself. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, hoping that any neighbors or people passing by couldn’t hear you. But then again, if they did, you wouldn’t care. You were too wrapped up in the feeling of Francis filling you to the brim, making you feel things you’d never felt with another person.

“You look so pretty.” He mumbled, watching his cock disappear inside of you and feeling you flutter around him at the compliment. “Feel so good.”

“Feels so good, Francis.” You groaned. A hand went down to rub at your clit, and Francis knew that you were close. He gently removed your hand to replace it with his own.

“Come when you’re ready, Y/n.” He said, free hand gripping your thigh. 

Once again, the pleasure swirled inside of you until you couldn’t take it anymore and snapped. You let out a guttural moan, this orgasm more powerful and overwhelming than the last. Your pussy squeezed Francis’ cock tightly, and soon enough, he came as well, spilling into the condom.

When Francis stopped his thrusting and laid on top of you, the room was filled with heavy pants as the two of you caught your breath. 

“You did so good, baby.” Francis praised you, pressing a few quick kisses to your cheeks before kissing you on the lips. “How was it?”

“Perfect.” You muttered with a blissed-out smile, clearly exhausted. 

“I’m glad.” Francis grinned, lifting himself off of you. 

He pulled out of you, making you pout at the sudden lack of fullness. He went into the bathroom, soon coming back with a damp washcloth. Gently, he wiped you clean, pressing a kiss to each of your knees. Then he threw the cloth into the hamper, going to the dresser to grab clothes for the both of you.

Now dressed in another one of his shirts and some shorts, you curled into him as he lay on the bed next to you. 

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered into your hair, stroking your back.

“I love you too, Francis.” You replied softly, soon dozing off.

***

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mi reina // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, crack at some point idk, office!au // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; mentions of Hwiyoung (SF9), Taehyung (BTS) and Lia (ITZY); hyung-line makes another appearance; mentions of body image (getting fit); making out; cunnilingus (twice!); unprotected sex // wc: ~10.2k

summary: in this sequel, you spend more (intimate) time with your secretary and you're starting to notice how deep your feelings for him are.

previous chapter:

part 1 - carmesí

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author’s note: it took two to three days for me to wrap up writing this, after writing carmesí I really thought I would never be writing another 10k-word fic again but oopsy! here is the sequel.

I appreciate all the feedback I've been getting for carmesí, some of you even took the time to go in my ask box as anons, recommending scenes and telling me the parts you like the most. I truly appreciate it! also, if you're reading this and you recognize the scene being something that you've mentioned to me before, then it probably is! I take people's feedback very seriously and I am happy to mold the story into something that not only satisfies me but also caters to your needs.

I decided to title this one mi reina and you will find out why towards the end. It's part of the lyrics to KESI by, as you guessed, Camilo (ft. Shawn Mendes! omg).

happy reading and feel free to recommend this fic to other people! you can find the rest of my work here.

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It was an unusual day at work—you had to go to the office alone since Jay was out of town with his parents. He chose to take his paid time off during the week of his father’s birthday, and you decided that you can manage to go through seven days without him. It was chaotic on the first day, you admitted, having called for Jay several times only for you to see Hwiyoung, your second assistant, peeking inside your office.

Hwiyoung had been working for almost as long as Jay had, but he always had to deal with the affairs that did not concern you directly. When Jay told you that Hwiyoung would cover for him, you almost did not recognize the young man because of how long he grew out his hair. And now you’re beginning to think if one of the reasons you’ve been hiring your staff is because they all look good.

You were in your car, sitting in the backseat as Mr. Lee swiftly drove your Benz. Fixing your hair, you waited as Jay picked up your video call on the other side.

“Hey, Boss,” he chirped as soon as he appeared on the screen. His honey skin was glistening under the summer sun, his eyes squinting as his white tee almost reflected all the light. “Looking gorgeous as ever.”

Your eyes widened and you eyed Mr. Lee, wondering if he had heard Jay’s spontaneous compliment. Jay, noticing what he had just said, slapped his hand over his mouth.

“Did he hear?” Jay was now whispering.

You took a moment to observe Mr. Lee and noticed that he was so focused on the navigation on the dashboard. “I don’t think so,” you say as you reached in for your Buds, not taking any chances and making the conversation private.

“You really didn’t have to send me the meeting prep, I got it covered,” you said, holding your iPad on your other hand, scrolling through the slides Jay sent you a day before.

Jay waved his hand, dismissing you. “It’s my job.”

“You’re on a break,” your eyes glance at Jay on the screen. He looked dreamy with the wind blowing through his hair.

“Well, yeah, but,” Jay put on his orange-tinted sunglasses. “I still wanted to help you.”

You merely smiled at his comment and without looking, you knew he was smiling too. “Where are you by the way?”

“We’re just on a small boat about to cross to another island,” Jay answered, raising his voice. “I don’t know if I can still get service.”

“I don’t want to keep you from your holiday,” you diverted your attention from the iPad back to your phone. “Give your mom and dad a big hug for me.”

“I will,” Jay was looking to someone behind the screen, smiling widely.

“Do they know?” you asked, fixing the position of the Buds in your ear.

Jay took a second before putting his phone closer to his mouth, his face taking up the whole screen in your view. “They know I’m seeing someone,” he then lowered his voice into a whisper, “but they don’t know it’s my boss.”

You snorted and laughed softly. Jay had this really wide smile where you can see the wrinkles in his eyes and smile-line. “You should go,” he said, keeping his smile. “I’ll call you again later.”

You nodded and waved at him, while he blew air kisses and made smooching noises on the phone. You chuckled and shook your head, taking your Buds off.

“We’re here, Miss.”

Taking a glance at Mr. Lee, you noticed the car had stopped and it was time to go to work.

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You’ve grown accustomed to Hwiyoung’s assistance and a week flew by. You checked your phone and saw that Jay would be home tomorrow. It was Friday and you decided to wrap things up early.

“Can you push back the two appointments I have to Monday?” you asked Hwiyoung as you stepped out of your office, your bag in your hand. “And let them know that Jay will be back.”

Hwiyoung tilted his head.

“I mean Park. Park Jay. My PA,” you cleared your throat and forced yourself to calm down, wondering why you forgot to call him the way the other staff do.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Hwiyoung smirked, making a scribble in his iPad before closing it and bowing to you.

“Miss is fine,” you chuckled. “Always so formal.”

Hwiyoung smiled and brushed his hair back as he waved you goodbye. “Enjoy your weekend, Miss.”

His tone sounded awfully cheery and you thought that he might have felt relieved that his work shadowing you was over. You didn’t give it much thought as you head down to the lobby, Mr. Lee already waiting for you outside.

“Where to, Miss?” Mr. Lee asked, opening the door for you. “Home?”

You shook your head and told Mr. Lee to drop you at your favorite café, refusing when he offered to wait for you someplace else. You wanted to disconnect and de-stress, to balance your emotions after the busy week you had and to prepare yourself for tomorrow. You were determined to welcome Jay home in the best mood possible because only he and God knows how many breakdowns and tantrums you’ve had that were caused by work.

After ordering your usual drink, you sat in a corner of the café, burying your nose in a new book you’ve been meaning to get into for weeks. When the lights around you turned on, you noticed that it had gotten dark. You saw people walking by the café, some were getting off work, some were already on a date, and some looked like they were in a rush.

Deciding to just walk back to your apartment, you put your book in your bag, your half empty drink in your hand, and stepped out of the café. The barista nodded and waved at you as you left, and you immediately feel the evening breeze hit your face. The scene was so serene and almost like something out of a movie.

When you started walking, however, you cursed yourself for wearing the wrong shoes. Your black Jimmy Choos were digging into your heels and you could feel your skin starting to get blisters. You knew that your walk couldn’t go on for longer, and you were almost home anyway, so you pushed through. Seeing a bench, you opted to sit and put on band-aids before things get worse.

You sat down putting your drink aside and just as you were about to reach into your bag, a pair of hands carefully reached for your feet, taking your heels off.

You would have screamed if you did not notice the young man kneeling in front of you.

“What did I say about wearing stilettos?” Jay tutted. He put your shoes aside carefully and started observing your feet.

“What,” you were too surprised and in pain to comprehend what was happening. “Jay, you’re supposed to come home tomorrow.”

He glanced at you and smiled before attending to your feet again, taking the band-aids that were already poking out of your bag.

“I was going to surprise you,” he calmly answered, ripping out a band-aid and putting it on the back of your heel. “I texted Hwiyoung and he told me you were leaving early.”

“Does Hwiyoung know?”

Jay shook his head. “I said it was a work thing to do,” Jay answered, carefully putting your feet down, done with the fix. “Anyway, I also texted Mr. Lee and he said he dropped you off at the café. When he said that, I knew you didn’t want to be disturbed so I just walked around until it was dark.”

You saw the duffel bag sitting beside him as he continued to kneel in front of you. “You came here straight from the airport?”

Jay nodded. “Like I said. Surprise.”

Tears started forming in your eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You had everything planned, you were going to see him when everything is perfect.

“I hope those are happy tears,” he said as he noticed a tear drop down your cheek. He moved closer to you and wiped it away with his thumb before turning his back towards you, squatting.

“Hop on,” he instructed.

“What?”

Jay took his duffel bag and hung it over his shoulder, putting the bag in front of him, making room for you on his back.

“I’m carrying you home. I’m not letting you walk in these,” he tilted his chin towards your Jimmy Choos.

“I can walk barefoot,” you claimed, already taking your heels in your hands.

“Yeah, I’m not letting you do that either,” Jay said, stern. “Come on, now.”

You sighed, noticing he wasn’t going to let you go that easily. Caving, you snaked your arms above and around his shoulder, your heels secured in your grip and your bag already on your shoulder. He then placed his arms under your thighs, pulling you up with ease.

As he started walking, you rested your head beside his. “Thank you,” you murmured. He replied by nudging your head with his, chuckling. “Can’t remember the last time I got a piggyback ride.”

“What happened to the Chanel shoes?” He inquired. “Is there a reason you’re not wearing them?”

“They’re being cleaned,” you sighed.

“Why didn’t you just wear sneakers?” He asked.

“And just leave my collection of heels as décor at home? No way.”

Jay chuckled and lightly pinched you under your thigh. You winced and playfully smacked him on his chest. As you both arrived at your apartment’s lobby, you made Jay put you down, claiming that the floor is fairly cleaner than the outside which means you don’t mind walking barefoot. You said hello to your doorman, who eyed you carrying your shoes and offered to help you carry them, to which you of course declined. Jay smiled at the doorman too and couldn’t help but notice how he was looking at you both until you entered the elevator.

“Does he know?” Jay asked as soon as the door closed.

“Who?”

“The doorman.”

You snorted and shook your head. “I don’t think so? Would it matter?”

“I mean I come here a lot,” Jay said, staring at the number on the elevator screen.

“Yeah, he knows you’re my assistant.”

“Oh yeah,” Jay said with a sudden revelation, almost forgetting that you’re his boss. “All good then.”

When you reached your floor, you walked out the elevator and intertwined your fingers with Jay’s, leading him to your place. The moment you both walked in and closed the door behind you, Jay dropped his bag to the floor and you did too, also throwing away your heels in the process.

You leaped into him and he caught you, grasping your thighs firmly as they wrap around his waist. You were nuzzling his neck, taking in his scent and just appreciating the fact that he was there in the flesh.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, almost a whine, lifting your head to look him in the eyes.

He looked at your lips and leaned to kiss you. You felt his hot breath in your face as you reciprocated, your hands finding their way to cup his cheeks. He kept kissing you until you feel your feet graze the sofa.

“I’ve missed you more,” he finally replied, laying you down on the couch. “It was torture.”

You chuckled as you caressed his face, seeing him kneel beside you on the floor. You pulled him by the collar of his flannel, inviting him to lie with you. He hovered on top of you and pushed your hair away from your face before leaning in, brushing the tip of his nose to yours.

He kissed you again and you sighed. He wasn’t even touching you anywhere else, yet you already feel so needy. You tugged his flannel shirt and helped him take it off, only to reveal the white sleeveless tee he was wearing underneath. Your hands travel to graze both his biceps, and he was just smiling at you while you run your hands over the surface of his skin.

“I don’t remember you being this buff,” you said, your voice low from fatigue and thirst.

“I’ve been working out,” he confessed, leaning in to peck your cheek.

“What’s the target?” You pulled him by the nape to kiss his lips.

“Look good,” he said into your mouth.

“For who?”

Jay stopped hovering above you to sit back, taking his tee off. You propped yourself up with your elbows, now seeing him topless and sitting just inches away from you. He sat up straight, muscles flexing and you almost moaned at the sight.

“Do I really have to answer that?” He teased, his fingers now fiddling with the buttons on your shirt.

You let him undress you, keeping your eyes on his hands throughout the whole process. He pulled your shirt off and then your hands, to make you sit on his lap. He got comfortable and leaned back as you straddled him, kissing his lips before peppering his cheeks and jawline with butterfly kisses.

“The whole time I was away,” Jay whispered as he looked into your eyes, his fingers stroking your hair. “I kept thinking about coming home to you. I was already planning to surprise you, you know.”

You pouted and he raised an eyebrow. “I wanted to pick you up tomorrow at the airport. I had the whole day planned. You ruined it.”

Jay chuckled, bringing you closer to him by gently pulling your waist. “I ruined it?”

He then secured a hand on the back of your head and pushed you into him, kissing and nibbling on your lips before forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You whimpered, palms flat on his chest as he continued to abuse your lips, eliciting obnoxious wet sounds.

As Jay pulled back, he ran his thumb over your lower lip, noticing how plump it had become and how your lipstick was gone completely. “Did I ruin it? Or did I just make it better?”

You shyly bit your lip at his question. He had this power over you, the power you basically have on everyone else, making you listen.

“Better,” you replied in a whisper. Jay smiled proudly before running his hands around your body and pulling you into another kiss. As both his hands roam down your waist and up to your chest, you noticed his fingers fumbling in the front, and then towards your back.

“Where the fuck is the clasp??” He asked in pure confusion when he pulled away and you buried your head in his neck, silently laughing. Your body was shaking and by then Jay was grunting impatiently, his head looking over your shoulder to see if he could still unclasp your bra.

“This is a sports bra, you genius,” you said as you grabbed the band of your bra, tugging and then pulling it over your head like a t-shirt. “It has no clasps.”

Jay sighed, almost like he was relieved to finally see your tits on full display. “Please don’t wear that again,” he pleaded, looking up to you.

“I won’t if I’m with you,” you smiled, touching his nose with your finger. “Promise.”

He was quick to leave a kiss on your hand before he dove into your breasts, inhaling your scent and placing kisses everywhere. You could feel his hard-on against your fully clothed core, and when he started sucking on your nipple, you were sure your panties were already drenched. He massaged your waist as his lips and tongue made themselves busy around your chest. He was squeezing you with his hands, sucking your soft skin and leaving love marks around every part that was previously covered by your bra.

“Jay,” you called for him sweetly, already aching to feel more.

“Hmm?” He was always quick to reply, no matter how busy he was, and in this case, your nipple was encased in his lips. He was sucking you a little too hard that you had to tug on his hair. He groaned and looked up at you.

“Take me to bed,” you whispered, “…please.”

Jay knew that you had always been assertive. He had also noticed that no matter how assertive you may be, you always insisted on the importance of politeness too. Hearing you say ‘please’ so sweetly melted his heart, but it ignited something else too.

You and Jay had made love countless times, yet every time you feel like it’s the first time. Jay was always trying something new, if not doing something new he would be fucking you someplace new. There was nothing specifically grand or extreme, and you love how most of the time he likes doing it the way you do—classic vanilla.

Jay picked you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands around his shoulders, as he carries you to your bedroom. He lays you down and stays hovering over you, caressing your cheek tenderly.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he muttered under his breath. “In detail.”

You were already breathing heavily from the anticipation. You gulped before you opened your mouth.

“Undress me completely.”

Jay leaned to kiss your neck passionately and you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair. Your hands are soon empty as you find him traveling downwards, his fingers unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off slowly. You licked your lips as you fixed your gaze on him, seeing him so focused. He then hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties and pulled it down, discarding it completely.

“Done,” he hummed. “What’s next?”

You were not used to him asking for directions in every step of the way, and you were slowly getting impatient.

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Jay chuckled at the sense of urgency in your voice. He really wanted you to be specific, but you were just so aroused that words were jumbled up in your head.

“Hands,” you brought your own hand to cover your eyes, frustrated. “Your hands. On my thighs.”

You almost yelped when you felt him grip your thighs a little too tightly. “Eat me out,” you say in a whimper. “Please.”

Now how could he refuse when you were being so polite?

You already felt yourself dripping in your core, and Jay was quick to lap up your juices. You flinched when the warmth of his tongue came into contact with your folds. Jay felt you jerk your legs and he quickly rested your thighs on his shoulders as he continued to suck on your cunt. For some time, the only sound in the room was your gasps and heavy breathing, interspersed with the wet and lewd noises coming from Jay’s mouth.

“Stop,” you say, denying yourself of the orgasm building up.

Jay pulled away in an instant, his head shooting up to look at you, waiting for your next instruction. You could see his chin tainted with a mixture of his saliva and your wetness.

“Let me taste your lips,” you reached out your hands, ready to welcome him in your embrace.

With a smirk, Jay crawled upwards until his face was above yours. He was holding himself up with his forearms beside you, and you snaked your arm around his neck to pull him into you, smashing his lips into yours. You could taste yourself and you moaned, his tongue wrestling with yours to make sure you don’t waste a drop.

You moved one hand down his chest, all the way to his abs, grazing them ever so slightly. When you reached his cock, which as you predicted was already rock hard, you squeezed it and Jay almost lost his balance.

“Tell me what you want next,” he said, almost breathless.

You continued to stroke him through the thick fabric of his black joggers and it took everything in him to stay up. As he waited for an answer, he started bucking his hips into your touch.

“Y/N,” his tone sounded demanding. “Words, please.”

“Get naked,” you say, tugging his pants down. “I want your cock inside me.”

He pushed himself away with a grunt, hastily undressing completely before hovering over you again, his dick in his hand lined up to your core.

He looked at you for confirmation and you nodded. When he slid the tip inside, your stomach tensed, and when he was completely inside of you, you sigh in relief.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, voice almost breaking. “I miss you inside of me.”

Jay shushed you, brushing your hair back and kissing your cheek.

“Move, please,” you continued. “Make love to me, fast.”

And like any other errand you had made him do, Jay executed this task perfectly. He started slow, letting you readjust to the size of him, and when he felt your hands on his biceps, he knew you were ready for him to go fast. And, my God, he did.

The time it took for you to cum was a lot less than all the foreplay. In between his thrusts, you told him you were close and he kept his pace until your walls squeezed around him. He made sure to help you ride out your high before he pulled out and finished himself with his hand, staining your stomach with his load.

Jay collapsed by your side and when you turned your head to look at him, he raised his hand, his pointy finger asking for one second to catch a breather. You smiled and leaned to kiss him on his temple before carefully slipping out of bed.

“Wait,” he said, breathing heavily. “I haven’t cleaned you up.”

“You’ve already done so much, Jay,” you said, blowing a kiss at him before disappearing into the bathroom. It took you less than five minutes to clean yourself but when you walked back into your room, you found Jay asleep, his naked body completely exposed, his dick gone flaccid, and his hair all messed up and wet from the sweat.

Only then you realized how tired he must have been, returning from a long flight and going straight to where you were, having to carry you on his back all the way home, and completely indulging yourselves in reunion sex.

You took a clean towel from your bathroom and walked to his side, gently wiping away the sweat and leftover cum around his crotch. He wasn’t a light sleeper, so you knew your movements were not going to wake him up. Still, you managed to quietly tuck him in, pulling the covers up to his chest. He stirred in his sleep but quickly found a position he liked, continuing to dream as he lies sideways.

After staring at the serenity painted on his face, you came to realize that there was absolutely nothing you wouldn’t do for this boy.

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You agreed to go for a Sunday morning run with Jay after a week of him being back at work. His fit physique made you slightly jealous, and you vowed to get in shape to boost your own confidence. Jay was supposed to pick you up early in the morning, but after not hearing from him for an hour, you decided to go check on him.

Standing awkwardly and not knowing who will answer the door, you shifted your weight as you waited. The door to Jay’s flat opened, and you were greeted by a guy with silver hair, his head tilting to the side like a curious puppy.

“Hi?” He greeted you, sounding more like a question.

You smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m supposed to meet with Jay.”

The guy’s eyes widened in wonder, but before he could reply, he was interrupted by a taller, black-haired guy who snuck up behind him as soon as he heard your name.

“You’re Y/N? Come in!” He said, gesturing for his friend to make way.

“I’m Heeseung, and this is Jake,” he said once you were inside. “We have another flat mate, it’s Sunghoon. I think he’s in the bathroom.”

“Am not,” you heard Sunghoon’s voice from behind you and you turned to see him in the kitchen. “Nice to meet you,” he nodded at you, chewing his cereal.

“Are you going out for a run? Is Jay supposed to pick you up?” asked Jake as he observed Heeseung getting busy, finding an appropriate mug to serve their special guest a drink.

“Yeah, is he still asleep?” You asked, aware that that would be the only reason for him not answering your calls.

Sunghoon took a peek inside Jay’s bedroom and looked at you nodding. “I’m gonna try and wake him up.”

You were about to stop him but then Heeseung held up a mug in front of your face. “Hope you like orange juice,” he said with a smile. You happily accepted his offer and immediately he walked away, following Sunghoon.

“Waking Jay up is a two-man job,” Jake explained, sensing the confusion on your face.

You took a sip of the orange juice before holding the mug tight in your hands. “By any chance, are you Australian?” you asked Jake who was now by the kitchen counter, standing across you as you sat on the stool.

He was surprised at how you guessed his accent correctly. “I spent all my school years there. Are you Australian too?”

You shook your head. “I did live in Brisbane for a couple of years though.”

“No way,” Jake gasped in disbelief. “I’m from Brisbane!”

Your face lightened up as you witnessed Jake’s expressive reaction. The two of you proceeded to share stories of your stay in the same city, Jake’s eyes sparkling and his lips curling up every time you mention a place that he recognizes. You must have been talking for a while because by the time you were done, Jay was already up, pouting and rubbing his eyes.

“I told you guys to wake me up early,” he said, annoyed, looking at his three roommates.

“Believe me, mate,” Jake raised his voice. “We tried.”

Jay staggered towards you and when he finally reached you, he rested his head on your shoulder. You tensed at his affectionate gesture, unsure if his roommates were aware of your dynamic, but Jake smiled at you and gave a reassuring nod.

“Boss, meet Jake,” Jay mumbled, clearly still gathering his thoughts. “Jake, this is my boss.”

You giggled and covered your face with one hand, hiding your embarrassment.

“I know,” Jake replied, already shuffling backwards to leave the premises. “And I like her. She’s cool.”

When Jake left, it was just the two of you in the kitchen, and you shook your shoulder to get Jay off of you. You see him with his eyes half-open, mouth still pouting.

“Are we still gonna run?” You asked as you gently tapped his cheek to wake him up. “You told me you were gonna help me get fit.”

Jay yawned before nuzzling into your touch. “I have other ideas for you to get fit.”

Your eyebrows furrow, wondering what type of work out agenda Jay would come up with. “Like what?”

He stepped closer to you, pulling the bar stool you were sitting on, making a dragging sound on the floor. As he closed the gap in between your faces, you closed your eyes only to be startled by the voice on the other side of the room.

“Get a room!” Sunghoon shouted, his face looking half-annoyed, half-jealous. Jake merely chuckled beside him, patting his shoulder and encouraging him to walk away.

Jay sighed in annoyance and you could feel his breath on your cheeks. You laughed softly and gently nudged him away.

“I’ll go get changed,” he said as he stretched his arms out. “Sorry I made you wait,” he leaned in for a quick peck on your cheek before rushing back to his bedroom.

Heeseung appeared from the bathroom, his face looking brighter than when he invited you in moments before.

“It still feels weird seeing him like that,” he said to you as he opened the fridge, scanning the inside for something to drink.

“Like what?”

“All smiley and shit,” Heeseung settled on a small box of chocolate milk. “He never shuts up about you. I think you really make him happy.”

You were stunned at Heeseung’s sudden confession, thinking that the overwhelming joy that you felt was one-sided.

“Let’s go,” Jay suddenly rushed past you, his outfit changed from pajamas to workout. “Before any of my flat mates keep talking to you and fall for you.”

Heeseung scoffed and you cackled, almost embarrassed at how the boys have been throwing you compliments since you arrived. You saw how Jay immediately intertwined his hand with yours and you looked back at Heeseung, waving goodbye and mouthing ‘thank you’ to him.

The door closed and Heeseung finished drinking his milk as Jake and Sunghoon rejoined him in the living room.

“She’s seriously so cool,” Jake confessed. “Jay really got himself a keeper.”

Heeseung nodded. “We didn’t really talk much but I really like her vibe.”

Sunghoon was staring blankly at his phone, mindlessly scrolling the screen. “Do you think she has any single friends?”

Heeseung and Jake exchanged glances, shook their heads and walked out of the room sighing, leaving Sunghoon alone and confused.

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You fulfilled your promise of coming back to Taehyung’s jazz club after its grand opening. You admit it took you literal weeks to go back, but your excuse was valid—you own a company and work gets hectic sometimes.

Jay sat at the booth waiting for you as you went to the restrooms. He took a sip of his drink as he glanced at the band playing live music. It was a whole other atmosphere compared to the opening that he attended with you. It was much more quiet, with people talking softly and the warm lighting shining bright enough for everyone to see everything going on.

“That’s a really nice leather jacket.”

Jay turned to face the source of the voice and found Taehyung, getting a seat beside him. “Wait, I know you,” he said to Jay, eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“Stop harassing my man,” you appeared behind Jay, protectively putting your hands on his shoulder as you slightly pulled him back. You were too distracted to notice the stupid grin forming on Jay’s face after he heard you call him your man.

“Oh, right!” Taehyung clicked his fingers. “You’re the handsome personal assistant!”

Smirking, Jay held out his hand. “Jay is fine,” he said, shaking hands with Taehyung.

Taehyung then looked at you. “Did you just call him your man? Are you guys dating?”

Jay looked at you and you didn’t know why he needed to ask your permission. Taehyung clicked his tongue and chuckled.

“Okay, ignore my question,” he said as he fixed the collar of his silky button-up. “But if you are then I am happy for you. You deserve love after everything you’ve gone through.”

“Here we go,” you said as you take Jay’s drink from his hand, chugging it down. Jay just stared at you, concerned, as you winced from the burn down your throat.

“You know how it goes, Noona,” Taehyung leaned in to speak in a lower volume. “I need to screen the man you plan on dating.”

Jay decided to lean back and watch the conversation in front of him unfold.

“Yeah? Where were you when I was about to date my last ex?” You challenged Taehyung who was now fully committed to either debate you or give Jay a whole lecture.

You and Taehyung started going back and forth, recalling events and stating facts like you were in a legitimate argument. Jay merely blinked as he sat between the two of you, patiently waiting for the fire to be put out.

“Point is, Noona,” Taehyung cleared. “You need to tell this lovely man about your ex.”

“What’s the point?” you asked, glaring at Taehyung. Your eyes soften as you felt Jay’s gaze on you.

“I just think he deserves to know,” Taehyung nodded, acting wise. The band finishes a song and Taehyung quickly turned his head. “My cue to leave!”

You and Jay stared at Taehyung as he made his way to the stage, seemingly performing a routine where he would sometimes sing for the club.

“You don’t have to tell me, you know,” Jay finally spoke after minutes of just being the listener.

“What?” You looked at him, doe eyes questioning his statement.

“About your ex. Your past is the past and you’re not obliged to tell me anything,” Jay moved his fingers to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Moved by his gesture, you decided to do the exact opposite.

“My ex was famous,” you confessed. “Is, famous, I mean. He still is.”

Jay nodded and went to his usual stance of listening—turning to face you with his legs slightly spread open. “Okay?”

“What Taehyung was trying to say is that,” you looked at Taehyung and can’t help but admire his singing voice. “I dated him for a while, and we didn’t even start on a good note. The point is, I broke up with him and it was really hard to do.”

“Because you both loved each other?” Jay inquired, starting to guess.

You shook your head. “He didn’t want to break up so I had to be the bitch. Eventually we did, but Taehyung says that he still asks him about me sometimes.”

Jay pouted as he nodded, looking at the stage. “So we’re dealing with an obsessive ex?”

“I wouldn’t say obsessive,” you sighed. “Well, I did block him everywhere on my social media.”

Jay chuckled and took your hand in his. “What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know,” you said, frustrated. “I don’t know. I just don’t want you to think of me differently.”

Jay saw how fidgety and uncomfortable you got just seconds after talking about your ex. He pulled you by your waist and tilted your chin up to face him.

“Enough about exes,” he said, rubbing his hand on your sides, comforting you. “If you do still want to talk to me about anything, though,” he kissed your cheek and moved his lips towards your ear. “I’m your man.”

You blushed, feeling Jay’s breath tickle your ear as he pulled away, looking at you.

“You really are,” you said, affectionately brushing his hair back.

In the privacy of Taehyung’s exclusive jazz club, you weren’t worried how people might find out about your relationship with Jay. You accepted all his advances and displays of affection, and when you leaned in to kiss him, Taehyung continued to sing his song, now serenading the lovebirds in his club.

---

Jay was sitting on a bench by the basketball court, watching as Heeseung and Sunghoon play against each other. Jake came running to him, two bottles of water in his hands. He gave one to Jay and happily sat beside him, the two of them catching their breaths.

Basketball on Thursday nights had been a thing for the four flat mates ever since they moved in together. Heeseung was only a year older than the others, so it didn’t take much effort for them to become close friends. They really were the closest friends Jay has ever had, to the point that he shares his concerns with them, and they listen to him with open arms.

“Does Y/N Noona play basketball?” asked Jake.

Jay raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his water. “You call her Noona now?”

“Well, she��s not my boss, what else would I call her?” Jake averted his gaze to the one-on-one happening in the court.

“I don’t think she does,” Jay responded, trying to think of things you might be interested in.

“It would be fun if you ask her to tag along,” Jake fiddled with his bottle as he said this.

Jay chuckled. “Why are you so fond of her? You’ve only met her once.”

“Exactly. And the first impression was so good. She’s so nice and smiley and so good at initiating conversation. Was that why you started liking her?”

Jay pondered over Jake’s question for a while. He started asking himself why and when exactly was the moment he fell for you.

His mind started to travel to that one TED Talk you attended last year. You were invited to give a talk because the theme was about women in power. The day of your talk, you were dressed in an all-grey fit—a loose grey blouse, high-waisted straight pants, and stilettos. Jay held your long coat the entire time you were there, and when it was time for you to go on stage, he found himself a seat in the audience.

He had been to many meetings and presentations with you, and he knew that public speaking was one of the skills that you had mastered. Whenever he asked if you were nervous, you would only say ‘just a little bit’, and then completely ace whatever presentation you were supposed to give.

That day, however, you weren’t there as ‘the boss’. You took on the role of a mentor, and you delivered your speech in a way that was so engaging, so mesmerizing, without it being intimidating. You even took the time to do adlib jokes, out-of-the-script ments that even Jay did not see or prepare in the slides he designed for you. He saw how the audience never took their eyes off of you, a smile plastered on their faces throughout the whole talk. When you were done, Jay almost jumped from the thunder of applause the audience gave you, and he then sprinted backstage to meet you there.

On the ride back to the office, Jay was seated beside you in your car, as usual. He was rechecking your schedule for the rest of the day on his iPad when he started asking you stuff.

“I’ve never seen you like that before, Boss,” he said, eyes glued to his iPad.

You glanced at him. “Like what?”

“Being in control of the whole room. It looked like you were teaching,” he continued.

You smiled as you looked out the window. “I used to teach.”

Hearing this, Jay paused the scribbling he was doing and looked at you. “You did?”

You nodded and proceeded to tell him how, after you graduated college, you immediately took a teaching job and found joy and satisfaction in how the students would pay attention to you in class, and how they would express their gratitude to you at the end of each semester.

“It was the most rewarding thing I have ever done,” you ended your story. Smiling, but still looking outside the window.

“Why did you stop?” He asked, completely immersed and intrigued in this past history of yours he wasn’t aware about.

You shrugged. “Took a pause in the middle of teaching, noticed that the university didn’t need me anymore. I pivoted and took interest in daddy’s business,” you explained. “Fast forward, now we’re here.”

“Did you ever think of going back to teach?” Jay asked full of genuine curiosity.

“In a way I’m always teaching,” you noticed your car approaching your office building. “Why do you think our staff is so good at their jobs? Why do you think I insist on everyone calling me ‘Miss’?”

Stunned by your words and still in complete awe of you, Jay didn’t notice that it was time to go.

“Are you gonna open the door?” You said, tilting your chin.

“Jay,” Jake was waving his hand in front of Jay’s face. “Don’t zone out like that, mate, you’re scaring me.”

Jay blinked and saw Heeseung and Sunghoon wrapping up their game. Jake threw them both their towels as they made their way to the benches.

“Glad you two are done. I tried having a conversation with this guy and he just started daydreaming about his boss girlfriend,” Jake giggled, eyeing Jay and elbowing him in the ribs.

Jay scoffed and awkwardly started brushing his hair back, thinking how he had let himself go just by the mere thought of you.

“You said there’s this fundraiser thing you have to go to with her tomorrow, right?” Heeseung asked, sitting next to Jay. “Do you already know what you’re going to wear?”

Jay’s eyes widened as the sudden realization hit him. Sunghoon cackled and pointed at his funny face.

“You really need to get your shit together,” Sunghoon chimed in. “You’re keeping her life organized but your own is a mess.”

Heeseung chuckled and gave a pat on Jay’s shoulder. “It’s alright. It happens. Love makes you dumb sometimes.”

---

You stand by the entrance of your apartment, having small talk with your lovely doorman as he keeps you company, waiting for Mr. Lee to pick you up. You told him to pick Jay up first since your place was closer to the fundraising event, and to make sure Jay gets ready on time.

“Your car is here, Miss,” your doorman said as he walked past you, approaching your Benz that was pulling up. He opened the door to the backseat to let you in.

“Thank you,” you smiled and touched your doorman’s arm, appreciating the time he took to talk to you while you waited.

“Right on time, Mr. Lee,” you greeted your driver before turning to look at Jay, who was now pouting.

You furrowed your eyebrows in question and he quickly typed on his phone before showing it to you.

Really? You’re not greeting me first? The doorman, the driver, and then me?

Smiling, you leaned back on your seat as you kept an eye on Mr. Lee. “Looking sharp, Park.”

“Thank you, Boss,” Jay replied awkwardly as he typed another thing in his notes. And then he showed it to you.

You look ravishing.

You couldn’t contain the smile creeping up your face and by now you were certain you were blushing. Jay proudly put his phone back inside his pocket, knowing that he just bumped up your confidence level by a hundred.

A week ago, you were already planning the outfit for the fundraising gala. The moment you received the invitation, you knew you were going to attend it with Jay, and you wanted to show up with the best outfit possible. You had asked Jay for his measurements and he gave them to you without asking any questions. You had your bespoke tailor make an all-black suit for him and shopped for gold cufflinks so he could match your planned outfit. You opted for a full-length black mermaid dress with a plunging neckline, and you had picked gold for all of your accessories.

With the help of a hairstylist friend, your hair was done up in a textured chignon, giving you the ideal look between effortless and well-prepared. Your friend even added gold hair pins here and there to match the rest of your look, and you did your own make up, sticking to your signature shade of crimson red for your lipstick.

Your doorman had complimented you repeatedly earlier, so you knew Jay was going to do the same, but you weren’t aware how much of an effect his three words had on you. And he didn’t even say it out loud.

When you arrived, Jay was quick to open the door for you and help you out. This was the one night he didn’t lecture you on wearing stilettos because he knew you weren’t going to leave his arm and he would be there to support you if you ever get tired. The two of you enter the hotel and if a someone sees you, they would think you were a celebrity couple.

“Is your lipstick transfer-proof?” Jay asked, as he led you down the empty corridor, on the way to the ballroom.

“This gala involves drinking and eating, of course it’s transfer-proof,” you answered, your hand secured in his arm.

Jay took a quick glance around the area and quickly pulled you into an empty hallway that leads to the parking lot. You didn’t even have the chance to say anything before he checked one last time and basically slammed his lips into yours.

Your heart was beating fast, and you moaned into the kiss from how fervent he was, his hands firm on your waist and his lips doing the absolute most on yours. After a couple of seconds Jay pulled back, his eyes glued on your lips.

“Wow,” he said in between breaths. “It’s not ruined,” he grazed a thumb over your lower lip.

You frowned. “You dragged me here to test out my lipstick?”

Jay took out his phone and checked his reflection on the self-camera, making sure he didn’t have any stains. “I wanted to pounce on you the moment you got in the car.”

He looked at you and asked you to smile with your teeth, and then he brushed his finger over your front tooth.

“It didn’t get on me but it’s on your teeth,” he said, facing his phone to you so you could check your face. “All good?”

You merely looked at him and wondered when on earth he gained the confidence to act so bold and at a place so public. You were scared you were going to get caught, but you cannot lie that it was making you feel a rush that you had never felt before.

Jay led you to the ballroom once you both were sure you looked as neat as you were before, and once you entered, you had to separate from Jay to talk to the other people in the room—mainly CEOs from different companies, men and women in power just like you. Jay was worried that you were going to forget some names, but you took the initiative to go through the guest list last night and memorize each name to make sure you did not offend anyone.

You kept walking around the room, greeting and talking to the people you meet, and Jay shadowed you from a distance, keeping his hands occupied with a glass of sparkling water. He had his eyes glued on you that he didn’t exactly pay attention to where he was going, so he bumped into a young woman in a pale yellow dress.

“I am so sorry,” Jay said as he checked if he spilled anything on the poor lady. “I wasn’t looking. Entirely my fault.”

The woman smiled sweetly and brushed it off. “It’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention either. Are you with Vesselsoft?”

Jay shook his head. “L/N Tech.”

“Ah,” the woman nodded in acknowledgment. “I’m Lia. From Song Enterprises.”

Jay accepted her gesture and shook her hand, smiling. “You can call me Park.”

“Executive Manager?” She guessed as she flicked her long black hair back, standing comfortable and leaning in closer.

Jay shook his head and chuckled, looking down to the floor. “I’m just a PA.”

“Alright good, because I am also a PA, and you need to be more proud of our jobs.”

Jay started talking to Lia and the two of them shared their trivial concerns about secretarial work. Both didn’t want to reveal who their bosses were, so they stuck to topics that are unrelated to the jobs. Eventually they began talking about galas and rating the events that they had been to, both claiming that their bosses could make an event that is much better.

“Listen, I have to get your number,” Lia said as she pulled her phone from her purse. “I have a couple of vendors that might be useful for you so I can send you them. And in turn you can give me your list?”

Jay was hesitant at first, but he decided to type in his email instead. Lia waited patiently beside him until he was done typing and gave his phone back to her. He then scanned the room and found you looking at him, from a distance, while you talk to three different men in a group. You held eye contact for two seconds before you turned to the man on your side, smiling and continuing the conversation.

The gala went on for hours and as much as Jay wanted to shake off his new acquaintance, he couldn’t sacrifice his politeness for his bluntness. He eventually lost sight of you, and he felt like you would need him soon, so he finally excused himself.

He found you in the center of a circle of men, giving them a piece of your mind on their business ideas when you saw Jay walking towards you.

“Ah, there you are, Park,” you said in the most formal way possible. Jay almost scowled. “Gentlemen, if you would please excuse me. Leave your card with my assistant and I will be sure to give you a call.”

You turned away just as Jay arrived and the men immediately greeted him, surrounding him as he smiled and struggled to keep the name cards shoved into his hands. He matched their names with their faces, shook their hands and quickly bolted out of the room to look for you.

He saw you walk down the corridor towards the entrance of the hotel. You were walking slowly, partly in pain because of your stilettos.

“Boss!”

You did hear Jay call you but you were too tired to even stop and turn around, so you let him catch up to you.

“Hey,” he said, gently touching your arm. “Is something wrong? Is it okay to leave now?”

“Yeah, I met everyone I needed to meet already,” you continued to walk without holding on to his arm. “I’m tired.”

“I’ll go get Mr. Lee.”

“I called him already.”

“Oh,” Jay was stunned and unsure of what to do. He had never seen you in this mood, he couldn’t put a finger on what you were feeling. He had seen you mad, upset, sad, hungry, and you did say you were tired, but he thought that this wasn’t it.

Your Benz pulled up at the lobby and you got in without waiting for Jay to open the door for you. Jay jogged to the other side of the car and got inside. You stayed silent the whole ride home and for the first time, Jay was too afraid to ask. He did keep an eye on you, though, and he noticed how you felt your eyelids get heavy and you eventually slept, your head resting on the side of the door.

The car was almost at your place and Jay noticed Mr. Lee looking in the rearview mirror, noticing that you had fallen asleep.

“Mr. Lee, you can get off here and I’ll just drive around until she wakes up. You can come back on Monday to get her to work. I’ll cover for you over the weekend.”

“Really, Park?” Mr. Lee’s eyes widened, happy about the idea of getting a whole weekend off when he would usually drive you around for your errands. “Alright then.”

Mr. Lee pulled up at your apartment lobby, got off, and was replaced by Jay. He thanked himself for not drinking any alcohol that night, so he drove slowly around the block, occasionally checking on you to see if you were up.

Jay hit a speedbump a little too hard and you bumped your head on the door. Jay winced as he saw you wake up, confused and rubbing your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and you felt disoriented seeing him driving. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“Yes,” you answered. Your voice croaked and Jay made a mental note to make you something hot to drink later.

Arriving at the parking lot, you waited for Jay to open the door for you. He was about to offer his arm but you started walking without him, into your apartment. His mind started going into overdrive, wondering what went wrong during the gala for you to ignore him like that.

You arrived in front of your door and you almost did not want to let Jay in, but he was the one who entered the passcode and opened the door for you. You came in and took off your shoes while Jay went straight to the kitchen to fix you a drink.

“I saw you with someone,” you claimed as you walked to the kitchen, barefoot, not bothering to put on your house slippers.

Everything then clicked. You were waiting to address the issue at home, refusing to cause a scene. You saw the whole conversation between Jay and his new acquaintance, and how half the time he was smiling and just laughing to whatever she was saying. He was now able to identify what you were feeling—jealousy.

“I know you like people to be straightforward,” he said, putting down the mug he just got out from your cabinet. “So I’m just gonna ask, are you jealous?”

“Yes,” you answered, not missing a beat. “Can you tell?”

Jay sighed and rested his palms on the kitchen counter. He decided to explain everything before you even ask him to.

“The girl you saw me talking to is Lia, she works for Song Enterprises. She’s a PA too, so that’s why we started talking,” Jay stated calmly, as if he was doing a presentation.

“Uh-huh,” you stood straight, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “And when did you realize she was throwing herself at you?”

Jay frowned. “What?”

“The pretty lady was flirting, Park.”

Jay tilted his head and started to put the pieces together. He also noticed that when you’re mad, you tend to address him by his last name.

“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t?” Jay responded, in a manner that was contrary to his statement. “We were talking about office events and vendors and other stuff.”

“Did she ask for your number?” You were now leaning on the counter, chin resting on the back of your fingers.

Jay paused. You smiled.

“Did you give it to her? Were you not aware that in your jacket, I put several company cards for you to give out to people in the gala?”

You swore you could see Jay gulp, not knowing what to say to you next.

“Were you just so enamored in the conversation that you forgot to do your job?” Your tone was now condescending at this point. “Park?”

“Listen,” Jay pushed himself back and shuffled towards you, standing right in front of you and looking into your eyes. “I didn’t give her my number, I gave her my email. I accidentally bumped into her when I was keeping an eye on you, and she just started talking and I couldn’t stop her, and by the time she was done you already wanted to leave.”

You calmly stare at him as he babbled his explanation, almost panicking like he did something bad. He did, you thought. He made you feel ignored. He was supposed to shadow you and he didn’t.

“I’m sorry. I was supposed to shadow you,” he said, the speed in his speech slowing down. You were surprised, thinking he just read your mind.

“I’m very capable of networking on my own,” you said, hopping on the counter to sit on it. “I was just bothered because she was all over you.”

“Trust me,” Jay sighed. “All I wanted to be tonight is over you.”

You squinted your eyes and Jay chuckled nervously, looking down. “You know what I mean.”

“What do we do now?” you asked, a question you often raised whenever you were in a staff meeting and you were demanding your team to fix a mess they made.

“Punish me,” Jay chirped. For some reason his voice was slightly higher than usual.

You almost burst out laughing so you smirked and bit your lower lip. Jay looked at your face and sighed.

“Use me, I don’t know. Do whatever you want with me.”

He was getting frustrated and you shushed him, pulling him in closer to stand between your legs as he buried his face in your neck.

You stroked his hair a couple of times and felt him kiss your neck. At first it was a soft, chaste kiss but then he switched to open-mouthed, wet kisses as he started to grope your thighs. You tugged his hair and made him look up at you. He winced from the slight pain.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” you whispered. He closed his eyes, regretting his actions. “Go sit on the floor.”

He did as you asked him to, and you quickly followed him, pulling your dress up as you straddled him, making him sit with his legs straight and his back leaning on the sofa. You pulled him by the nape and started kissing him aggressively. The poor boy didn’t know where to put his hands, so he sat there helplessly as you initiated a tug-of-war with his tongue. He groaned when you pulled on his hair, finally raising one hand to squeeze your hip.

Your lipstick had been on for hours and it finally gave in, staining Jay’s mouth and chin, reminding you of the first time you made out with him. You leaned into his neck, sucking his birthmark, careful not to leave a bruise. His breath hitched as you moved down to his collarbone, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. His head was now resting on the sofa cushion, looking upwards to let you gain more access to the surface of his skin, and you kissed him everywhere.

Jay felt like he was on cloud nine with your lips all over him, and his eyes were closed shut. You then gripped his chin, tilting his face down to make him look at you and planted a kiss on his now swollen lips.

“You’re going to make me cum,” you demanded. “With your mouth.”

Jay’s mouth was slightly open as he nodded enthusiastically. You smiled, patting him on the cheek before taking your dress off, knowing that the amount of fabric would get in the way when you sit on Jay’s face.

Taking your panties off and leaving yourself with only your nude strapless bra, you fixed the position of Jay’s head, making sure he wasn’t going to strain his neck in the process. You then placed your legs on the sofa, looking down to see if you had aligned your cunt perfectly with his face.

“Give me your hands,” you said, and Jay immediately held both his hands up for you to intertwine your fingers. You lowered yourself and you could feel his hot breath tickling your core.

When his lips came into contact with your folds, you moaned and tightened the grip of your hands. He started kissing and licking your cunt, and his pointy nose was tickling your clit. He licked a stripe and you shivered, looking down while you struggle to hold yourself up. He squeezed your hand as he pushed his tongue inside of you, and you moaned his name loudly.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath. “Keep going.”

Jay started lapping up your juices religiously, occasionally squeezing your hands for reassurance. You started grinding on his face, feeling the delicious friction of his nose on your clit. You started moaning even louder, and that only served as motivation for Jay to make you cum faster. He let go of your hands to grab your ass, guiding you to grind better on his face, which only helped you reach your high sooner.

You came on his tongue, your thighs completely shaking as you let your upper body slump on the back of the sofa. Jay licked your cunt dry before squeezing one of your thighs. You threw your leg to the side, hopping off of him, sitting helplessly on the sofa, almost buck naked.

“Are you okay?” Jay sat up, immediately going to your side to check on you. For someone who just got his face sat on, you really felt like you should be the one asking him that.

You nodded and let him lean in to kiss you, tasting a hint of yourself from the remnants on his face.

“That felt more like a reward than a punishment,” he whispered, face just inches away from you.

You chuckled and lightly slapped his cheek. “Your punishment is that I’m not letting you cum.”

“Yeah,” Jay smiled with his teeth awkwardly. “I wish you had said that earlier.”

You frowned and you looked at his crotch, the area damp and his pants basically ruined for the night.

“You came?” You asked in awe. He nodded sheepishly. “Just by eating me out?”

“I love doing it and the sounds you made were… otherworldly.”

“Oh my God,” you buried your face in your palms and Jay immediately chuckled, trying to pry your hands away.

“Come on let’s wash up,” Jay said, starting to undress himself, collecting the pieces of clothing to put in your laundry room. “Maybe we could recreate the first time you invited me into your shower.”

“Oooh,” you replied, intrigued. “Does that mean you’ll give me a massage?”

“Of course,” Jay leaned down towards you and picked you up bridal style. “My queen,” he whispered before capturing your lips in his for a soft kiss.

-END-

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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 4)

PART IV: I wish that I could tell you that you're all that I want

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 5

Summary: Kate's acting strange and you don't understand what's going on anymore.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: Some light cursing. 18+ still for previous and future parts. MINORS, DNI.

Word Count: 3.7k

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Author's Note: man, this was much more difficult to write than I thought it would be but here it is. Title from Why by Shawn Mendes. Once again, thank you so much for all the feedback, it makes me so happy to read your comments and thoughts on this little thing.

Kate’s strange behavior only increased as time went by. Some days, she would disappear into thin air, completely unreachable. Others, she would knock on your door and crawl into your bed late at night, mumbling that she couldn’t sleep when you weren’t there. Kate would hide her face in the crook of your neck, falling asleep immediately after wrapping your arms around her waist, only to disappear before you woke up. You would have believed it to be a dream had it not been for America questioning you about it after the third or fourth time it happened. 

“Tell Kate she doesn’t have to sneak out,” America told you. “As long as there’s no funny business happening with me in the room, I don’t mind her sleeping over. You look cute together.”

And you didn’t know anymore if America was just teasing or if your best friend knew or had heard something the other night, but you didn’t care about that in the least.

The only thing you cared about was Kate.

Questioning her was futile, though. The archer expertly avoided the subject, going on random tangents about her competitions if it ever came up. If you insisted, she'd come up with some random excuse to leave immediately, promising to call, which she would never do. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if whatever was bothering her had something to do with your arrangement. You wrecked your brain trying to figure it out, every sign pointing to game night and how her whole mood changed suddenly.  

Perhaps, seeing all her friends together, Kate had come to the conclusion that what you had was more trouble than it was worth. Maybe she was already itching to be with someone new; to make her nights more exciting, and she was struggling to come up with ways to let you down easy. It made sense too, with tournament season and the semester nearing its conclusion. Sooner rather than later, things with Kate would have to end. 

Her absence pained you more than you were willing to admit. You had grown used to the plush of Kate's lips tracing every inch of your skin like a map to an invaluable treasure, icy eyes glistening sinfully with every whimper her touch emanated in its wake. 

The idea of losing that haunted you, but not more so than losing everything else your routine brought. 

You loved waking up an hour early every morning to have breakfast with Kate, each ordering different things on the menu so you could share. You loved how the archer would look your way every time she made the bullseye at archery practice, a grin overtaking her face whenever she saw you cheering for her. You loved her stupid jokes, her stories about the reckless adventures that drove her mother nuts, and the things she said late at night after sex that seemed so sacred you wouldn’t dare to speak to anybody else. 

All of that would change once Kate decided she wanted to get back out there, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. With how she was acting, maybe all you could really do was prepare for the blow. 

“Y/N, where’s your other half? It’s so weird to see you without her now."

It was a nice mid-spring day, cool light air complementing the warm sunlight. Perfect for spending the two hours you had to kill before class reading under the shade of an old oak tree, using your backpack as a pillow. Yelena approached you with a playful smile tugging at her lips, sitting by you cross-legged with her back resting on the tree trunk. 

”Haha, very funny. If you're asking about your best friend, Lena, she's probably at fencing practice." 

Yelena arched her eyebrows. "And you aren't with her? Color me surprised." 

"I haven’t heard from her in a few days.” You sighed. “Didn't want to show up uninvited. She's been acting a little… off lately.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Yelena brushed it off, her expression relaxing. “Kate gets all in her head when the last stretch of competitions is around the corner. It's a Bishop thing, her mother is the same way."

You bit on your cheek, unconvinced. “Are you sure? 'cause I can’t shake this feeling that something else is going on.”

“I am sure that, if it was, she would tell you. You’re like her new best friend now.”

 “Yelena…”

“It’s not a complaint!” the blonde quickly clarified, putting both her hands in the air. “I know I am irreplaceable. You’ve gotten really close is all I’m saying.” 

"I dunno, I feel like she might be tired of hanging out with me so much." 

Yelena huffed in amusement. "Come on, you don't believe that. If I wasn't friends with both of you, I'd truly believe the rumors that you're dating." 

"What?" Your voice came out high-pitched, almost choking on your own spit. You sat up, clearing your throat. "Why would you say that?" 

"I don't know, you're so… touchy." she scrunched up her nose in discomfort at that last part. "And you go everywhere together. She even brings you to the archery range! Like, that's something else." 

"Please, I've seen her flirt with an endless amount of girls there." 

"Yeah, but they just show up. Kate has never, not once, taken anyone to her sacred grounds willingly." Yelena smiled, hazel eyes glowing wickedly. "That was until you, of course. Do you know how many girls would kill to hold her quiver? And you get to do it regularly." 

You chewed on your lip, hoping with all of you that Yelena couldn't hear the thunderous beating of your heart nor the rattling zoo in your belly. Not only had you held her quiver, but Kate had also taught you how to shoot. She had kissed you at the archery range, more than once by that point. You thought that might mean something too, but hearing someone else saying it made you feel warm inside. Especially if that someone was Kate's best friend. 

"It's a shame Kate doesn't do relationships, really. You'd make a cute couple. I would ship it." 

And just like that, you could have sworn your heart stopped for a second. You forced a smile, immediately losing track of anything else the blonde said, all of the hopes and dreams you didn't know you had about Kate pulverized into smithereens. 

Was that the reason you felt so strange over her sudden silence? 

Your mind traveled back to game night. Nobody else noticed the change in her attitude because she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Kate was just a little quieter than usual, but that also happened when she was completely focused on her game. It was the little things in her presence that gave it away, and you had only noticed it because you couldn't focus on anything else but Kate. 

Fuck. 

Was it possible that, despite your better judgment, you had fallen for the one person that could never love you back? 

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The archer shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting outside your classroom. Well, several feet away, hiding behind a bush, but near your classroom nonetheless. She took a look at the smartwatch on her wrist. 30 more minutes left of your class. 

It had been a whole week of debating. Kate would still show up every day to pick you up after class but her brand new feelings were overwhelming, and having little to no experience with them, she simply didn't know what to do. She'd argue with herself for a while, before turning away five minutes before your class ended to alleviate all of her frustrations by striking the punching bag in her apartment. The bag was starting to come apart at the seams with how much she was using it lately. 

Kate thought she could control how she felt at first. After that night at Yelena's, she tried to carry on with her life and your arrangement as if nothing was happening, but now that she was aware of her feelings, everything you did made her heart flutter and get her hopes up for something she couldn't have. Fully settled in her panic, her first reaction was to run away, keeping herself at a distance in an attempt to make her feelings fade away, as all things always did. 

It obviously wasn't working. No matter how much Kate tried to focus solemnly on her upcoming competitions, being away from you only made her miss you, and you were the only thought that would never leave her mind. 

Her body begged for your touch. Kate ignored it as much as she could, but there were nights when the yearning weighed so heavily on her chest that the only thing that could ease the sensation was basking in your embrace as much as possible. When Kate was in your arms, everything would feel right again. She would only leave in the morning before you woke up because if she didn't, she would tell you the truth. And Kate wasn't ready to do that yet.  

Her smartwatch chirped, an alarm set to remind her she had fifteen minutes to decide. This was her last chance. Staying or leaving. Kate sighed, ocean eyes settling on the door at the end of the hall that separated you from her. She wanted to see you. More than anything, she wanted things to go back the way they were, fun and uncomplicated, you by her side. But she couldn't have that again. 

Kate tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack, looking down at her boots. 

She couldn't do it.  

"Time to go," the brunette mumbled under her breath, shooting one last look at your classroom, the shadow of a figure that wasn't there before coming into her line of vision. 

Kate turned her head, curious. It was a tall blonde woman, dressed in jeans and striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows,  casually leaning against the wall of a classroom across from yours while mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

Kate's stomach immediately dropped, fists clenching tightly. Just what she needed. 

Sharon fucking Carter. 

A million scenarios crossed Kate's mind, each worse than the last. Had you gotten back together with your ex? No, Kate wanted to believe you were better than to go back after everything you had gone through. Besides, it hadn't even been a week since the last time you had slept with Kate. It wasn't possible unless your arrangement was so casual that it meant nothing to you.

The monster with sharp teeth that tore her up the other night was back, kicking and screaming. Her fingers tingled, suddenly urging her to forget all of her fears and protect you. Keep Sharon as far away from hurting you again as she could. Before she could register what she was doing, Kate was marching towards your classroom. 

"Carter, I didn't peg you as the type to be interested in psychology!" Kate exclaimed, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I thought you had to have feelings for that specific class." 

Sharon looked up from her phone, immediately rolling her eyes when she saw the archer. "Bishop, what a displeasure. Not that it is any of your business but I'm waiting for Y/N." 

"What could you possibly have to do with Y/N?" Kate clicked her tongue. "Last time I checked, you were the asshole that broke her heart." 

"As I said, none of your business so, you know, get lost." 

"It absolutely is my business. Y/N is my–" Kate trailed off, unsure of how to describe you. Friend? Lover? The person that made her knees go weak? 

Sharon crossed her arms over her chest, smirking. "Don't even try, I know that rumor about you two is bullshit. She would never go out with someone like you." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"What you heard. Y/N needs a lot more than what an emotionally unavailable spoiled brat has to offer."  

The archer had to summon all of her willpower not to punch Sharon in the face. "Well, I can assure you it certainly is more than what the poor excuse of a prick with commitment issues she used to date ever did for her." 

Sharon pushed herself off the wall, fixing her posture and standing tall in front of Kate, baby blue eyes sparkling with defiance. Sharon was slightly taller but Kate still stared right back with the same fire. 

"At least she did want me, Bishop. Not sure you can say the same thing."

Your ex's words shouldn't have stung, but they did. Still, Kate pridefully lifted her chin, trying to seem unbothered. 

"You don't know anything about me and Y//N, Carter." 

Before any of the two could say anything else, the classroom door opened and a wave of students rushed out. Both women turned to the door, searching for you in the multitude. Kate could feel her nerves rising to the surface again, which had been long forgotten as she argued with Sharon. You were one of the last few to come out, a puzzled expression striking your features at seeing them together.

Kate's heart beat erratically against her ribcage. 

Sharon was the first one to speak. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Y/N," she said with a charming smile, making Kate purse her lips in annoyance. 

"What are you doing here?" The confusion was even present in your voice. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you," Sharon explained, sounding overly sweet. "I would have done it sooner if it wasn't 'cause you seem to have a very irritating shadow." She sideyed Kate, who let out a snarky laugh. "I came to get you today because I thought you were done with her." 

"I'm so very sorry to disappoint you," Kate snarled, stepping into your space and standing next to you, her hip slightly bumping with yours as she stared at Sharon with fury in her eyes. 

"I think things were pretty clear last time we spoke, Sharon." 

"I beg to differ," the blonde replied. "Come on, baby, let me take you out for dinner."   

"She doesn't deserve a second of your time, Y/N." 

"You don't know shit, Bishop, so why don't you just go play with your pointy sticks? Nobody wants you here," Sharon spouted. Kate clenched her teeth, the muscles in her throat tightening with the motion. 

"I'll go do that but I promise you won't like it when I stick them up your–"

"Kate," you interjected, throwing her a warning look. 

"Are you not listening to her? She's an absolute dic–"

"Katie."

The brunette turned to you as you placed your hand on her forearm, effectively ending her staring contest with Sharon. Her expression softened when her blue gaze met yours.  

"Please."

Kate huffed in disbelief, shaking her head in disapproval and mumbling the word unbelievable under her breath. You softly rubbed her arm, silently trying to calm her down. You said nothing else for a moment, shooting Kate's nerves off the wall while Sharon kept her eyes on you, expectantly. The archer could almost see the gears turning in your head, pondering your options, which appalled her. 

How could you even consider listening to whatever Sharon had to say after everything she had done? After everything between you and Kate? 

Sharon noticed, too, or so Kate thought as the blonde flashed you a dazzling smile, and said, "I'll make it worth your while, I promise." 

Kate knew your answer before you even said it. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish several times, and her stomach turned in swirls. Just like that day at Yelena's, Kate felt a crushing pressure on her chest, cutting off the air and making her lungs burn. 

She should have left when she had the chance. 

You turned to her, chewing on your lip. "I'll come find you after I talk to Sharon, okay?"

Better yet, she should have closed the door in your face when you showed up crying at her door when the woman standing in front of her with a triumphant smirk on her face broke your heart.  

"Don't bother, it's fine." 

Kate would have lost a friend then, instead of her heart.

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The vibration of a bowstring firing an arrow cut through the evening silence with a vengeance, a loud thud filling the air with the strength behind the shot. Far to the left. 

“Come on,” Kate exclaimed under her breath in frustration, pulling another arrow from her quiver and aiming at the same spot. She inhaled, letting the cool spring air fill her lungs before letting that arrow cut through the air again. It landed far to the right.

“Stop thinking about it, Bishop,” she muttered to herself, placing her bow and arrow in position. “Just…” she started, tensing the bowstring, “Let it go,” and finished her sentence with the sound of a flying arrow vibrating through the atmosphere.

Near the bullseye, but not quite.

The archer groaned, annoyed. She had her next competition in a  few days–she couldn’t let her stupid feelings get in the way of another trophy. She had a reputation to maintain.

You watched the whole thing from a distance, not sure if you were ready to make your presence known yet. 

You fucked up. You knew it from the moment you watched a furious Kate walk away, your heart following after her. You confirmed it when Sharon threw her arm around your shoulders like she used to do when you were dating, blabbering about something you didn't hear because you felt uncomfortable under her touch. Sharon kept on talking as you walked, and all you could think about was the hurt in Kate's eyes when she realized you were going to say yes to Sharon. 

Truthfully, curiosity got the best out of you.  Seeing her took you by surprise, especially when the looked so sure of herself when you hadn't spoken in months. 

Sharon was never one to show up just like that. No, the blonde liked playing the long game, texting you out of nowhere to ask how you had been. Every other time you had broken up, she infiltrated your life little by little, charming her way back into your heart like the very first time. It was only when she was sure she had you that she would come forward. It was strange, out of the ordinary, and you just wanted to know what had changed. 

It only occurred to you that her sudden interest had everything to do with the rumors about you and Kate when she proposed going to your favorite diner, the small one off-campus she called dingy and gross many times during your relationship despite knowing how much you loved it, and that everyone knew you now visited often with Kate.

The conversation didn't last too long after. You called her out, she got defensive, and told you that she couldn't fathom losing you to someone like Kate. You got into a fight, Sharon said all the things she would always say when she wanted you back and you saw right through her lies, kicking yourself internally for ever thinking having that conversation was worth it.

You had only lost your time, ruined your night, and hurt Kate in the process. 

So, there you were, at the archery range late at night, collecting all of your courage to apologize to the furious archer who kept shooting with such strength you were afraid the target board was going to break in half. 

“Goddamn it!” you heard Kate shout exasperated after another arrow failed to make the bullseye. She dropped the bow to the floor, making you jump, and she ran her anxious fingers through her hair. 

You sighed. It was now or never. 

"You're too tense," you spoke. "You need to lower your elbow a little bit." 

Kate turned around at the sound of your voice, so many different feelings in the blue of her eyes your heart clenched inside your chest. Hurt, anger, disappointment. She had never looked at you that way. You hated it. 

She didn't say anything, just stared holes into you for a while before turning to pick up her bow and collect the arrows pinned to the boards. 

You continued your previous thought. "You know, the World's Greatest Archer gave me that advice, so it's pretty solid." 

"What do you want?" Her voice was icy, unnerving. 

"I came to apologize. I–" 

"No need." Kate pulled another arrow and shot. Far to the left, again. "Now leave. I'm busy." 

You licked your lips, uneasy. "I know I–" 

"I saw what happened," another arrow, further to the right. "There's no need to explain." 

"Katie, that's not–" 

"It's Kate." 

"Fine. Kate," You said in a shaky breath, trying so very hard to keep the tears at bay. "Please, just list–" 

"No, you listen, Y/N," Kate said, turning back to you, her bow dropping to the floor again. "If you want to go back to Carter, go right ahead, I don't care. Just don't come knocking on my door when she hurts you again. I don't wanna hear it." 

The wrath in her voice felt like a bucket of ice-cold water being thrown over your head, your heart shattered into a million pieces on the floor. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, tell her you didn't want Sharon, that you wanted her, but the expression on her face told you that whatever was it that you had was over. So you needed to know. 

"Why are you so angry if you haven't even talked to me in a week?" 

Kate scoffed, turning her back to you. She pulled another arrow from her quiver and picked up her bow again, adjusting her position to fire once more. She took a deep breath, and squinted one eye, focusing directly on the center of the board. 

You could almost swear she was picturing putting that arrow through your head. 

"I'm not your girlfriend, Y/N. Never was. We just fucked. I don't have to explain myself to you." 

She let go of the arrow.

Bullseye.

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[sanderchu]

Can you do a Dream x reader based off of the song Life of the party by Shawn Mendes?

Those moments

About: moments you and dream had based on the song lyrics

Life of the party -Shawn mendes

[Writing] or hcs

Reader: Gn!reader

Note: I had no ideas I’m sorry 😭 BUT IM IN SHADOW BANNED SO IM HAPPY <333

I love when you dance like no one’s there…

Dream came home. You were staying the light with him and sapnap so he decided to get some food for you all and just catch up in the living room. “Y/n, sap, food!” Sapnap heard him and walked down but you didn’t follow along. Dream noticed but decided to wait just in case you did hear but your just doing something. A while later him and sap were already sitting down in the living room so he decided to check on you this time. You were staying in his room, you were a couple after all.

“Y/n?” He asked as he knocked on his own room door and slowly opened the door thinking you were asleep. Instead he saw you wearing a pair of headphones jumping and dancing around to a song. You were dancing your heart out on full blast. He saw how energetic and happy you looked and possibly felt. He admired ever part of it. You looked so happy until you jumped around and faced dream. He was leaning on the door watching you. You got startled and stood there looking at him as you took your headphones off, throwing them on the bed and slowly turning red by the second. He just walked up to you and held your waist before kissing you on the nose.

“Foods here, love”

I'm tellin' you, take your shot, it might be scary…

Dream smiled as you sat next to him. “Just tell your crush you like them hearts might break but it’s better then not them knowing” you sighed and covered your face with your hands groaning into them practically screaming at that point. He just patted your back as you still sat there hands buried in your face. You aren’t sad, more nervous. Your crush was a big thing and you didn’t want to screw it up.

“Hey just text them” you looked up as dream looked at you and pointed at your phone. You took your phone and decided to text them. “I’m going to the bathroom” you quickly got up making your way to the bathroom. You sit the door and sat back on the door as you opened your messages and went to your crush contacts. That’s when dream heard a ping on his phone

Y/n: I like you.

Come out tonight, come out tonight…

Dream sat in his car nervous as ever. He had a bouquet in hand along with a cute small teddy. It was your 1 year anniversary and he wanted it to be how he imagined. Perfect. He finally built up the courage and exited his car making his way to you door. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Coming!” Your voice can be heard from the inside as he soon heard your footsteps practically run to the door in a hurry.

You opened the door and he was shocked. You had the beautiful/handsome dress/suit on. You made it look so good on you and just so perfect. Practically like an Angel, his angel.

“You look stunning”

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A/n: I HOPE THIS IS OK I HAD NO IDEAS 👍😭man couple pictures make me jump off a bridge so fast 😍/j

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[itsamendesmadness]

“One on One”

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Summary: Shawn gets the date card for the one on one with you.

a/n: I had a dream about me being the bachelorette and Shawn being one of the men hahaha it was crazy, but I decided to write some of it. As always, let your imagination fly 🪶

Warnings: fluff, maybe angst

wc: 755

“I didn't think I would have a connection with any of these men and now I have the strongest connections I’ve ever had. I don’t want to make dumb a mistake, I need to be true to myself.” you say in the confessionals.

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Back at the mansion

*Knock Knock*

“ Last date card” the guys say unitedly in anxious voices.

“I’m really nervous to open this right now” Chris says, laughing anxiously .

“Let’s do a countdown” Shawn suggested to the guys.

“1-2-3” they sing out.

The letter is ripped open, Chris takes out the card and reads it outloud “Shawn, let the surprises begin. Love, y/n.”

Shawn is surprised and eager to see you after what seems to be months without having a one on one. “I’m so excited to see y/n” he says. “I wonder what the surprises could be.”

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The moment has come to meet up with Shawn for the one on one. The black suv drops you off at this national flower garden with a beautiful clear lake. You stand under the arch made with bright red roses and wait for him to arrive. The same black suv drops off Shawn, your belly starts to turn as he jogs towards you. You start uncontrollably laughing at how cute and goofy he looks running to you. As he approaches you with open arms, you jump to his arms without a doubt. “I missed you so much” he says while hugging you tightly. If there was something you could love more about him, it would be his warm bear hugs. “I missed you too. I can’t wait to show you what I have planned for this date.” you say smiling at him.

“Can you see that in the distance?” You ask him. “Yes, but what is it?” He responds. “Let’s go see” you say. Y’all start walking holding hands, you take a step back and jump on his back. “This may or may not be a hint of what we are about to do.” you say laughing at how confused he is about all of this. “So you say.” he says.

“Horsessss” he shouts out. “You’re a clever girl” he says. “We are going horseback riding inside the lake.” you say excitingly. “I can’t wait” he says.

Shawn helps you up the horse and gets on behind you. The tour guide proceeds to guide the horse into the lake. “What’s his name?” You ask the guide. “His name is h/n.” the guide responds. “He sure does look like a h/n.” you say.

“Shawn looked so sexy on that horse and how our bodies were thrusting together because of the galloping. It was just wow ” you say in confessionals.

The guide leaves us on a wooden bridge and at the end of it there’s an arranged picnic with baskets filled with all types of flowers and lots of fairy lights in jars.

“Wow… I’ve never seen so many flowers.” you say in awe. “All of this is just perfect, being here with you…everything.” “I- I have something to tell you. Since the first time I saw that you were going to be the bachelorette I knew I had to give this a chance. In the past season you seemed so mature and put together, I knew I needed somebody like you in my life. Sooo, by saying this I’m going to confess that I’ve fallen in love with you y/n.” says Shawn with tears in his eyes.

“I never thought you would be here, especially in a show like this or even me being the reason you’re here” “it’s crazy how I’ve been crushing on you since forever and I’m honestly kind of scared that when you get a sense of reality, you won’t be feeling it anymore.” you say tearing up.

“Look y/n, I’m all in this. I won't back down not after everything we’ve been through to get to this point in our relationship.” Shawn says, reassuring you.

“Thank you for that Shawn. You are such an amazing guy.” you say smiling at him. “Now come here.” you say playfully.

He lays you down softly on the picnic blanket as he gives you soft pecks all over your face. He reaches your lips and combines them with his. Your lips are in sync with each other. He grabs your thighs tightly as he continues to kiss you.

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[restlessmaknae]

you’re gone, love isn’t [l.h.s]

➳ Characters: boyfriend!Heeseung x reader/you

➳ Genre: angst, break-up au

➳ Words: 755

➳ Warning: - (apart from the angst)

➳ A/N: Part of my enhypen series ‘heartbreak anniversary’.

➳ Recommended song: it’ll be okay by shawn mendes

➳ Taglist: @hyunjinswife, @lhsng, @dat-town, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @laaylaazyy, @effulgentfireflies, @hira127, @sweetjaemss, @soobin-chois, @chaeryeongs-wife​

Lee Heeseung has always thought that breaks-ups arise from bitter feelings, but now he realises that he can still love you when you leave.

Heeseung doesn’t know how much it’s going to hurt. He doesn’t know how his days would look without you. He doesn’t know how the future you two have planned would look like without you. He doesn’t know whether his heart would still beat for you whenever he hears your favourite songs or passes by your favourite bakery. He doesn’t know whether looking at the many pictures you have taken together would bring him bitterness or sweetness.

But he knows one thing, and that is he still loves you, and that it’s going to be okay.

Because from the moment he met you, you have brought nothing but joy into his life. With your radiant smile that could steal a smile from his lips whenever and wherever, with your bell-like laughter that triggered laughter bubbling up inside of him too, with your encouraging words that were like a warm plaster on his burning wounds whenever he was down, with your open mind-set that made him see the world in a totally different and new way, he has loved it all. Not only have you become his world, but his world has also expanded with you in it.

Heeseung was someone who needed time to open up to people, but you didn’t mind. You allowed him to open up bit by bit like a flower blooming in a desert, and he carved him into your heart, leaving a permanent mark. By your side, he was waiting for the seasons to change, he was looking forward to the days he could see you, the messages he could read from you, and eventually, the time he could spend together and the occasions he could hold your hand.

You were his warmth in the cold, the childlike curiosity in this unfair world, the cheekiness in the rigid days, the hidden treasures in a world he thought he has already seen and the love he has never thought he would experience or deserve at all. The truth is, he himself could hardly believe that you loved him back even for a minute because he didn’t know about a love so genuine and so giving like yours before.

For that reason, he knows he could never repay you, for the light you have shown in his dark, dark world, and the love you have brought into his loveless life. For that reason, he would never be able to hate you. For that reason, he would never be able to resent you because you want to leave.

“I’m so sorry,” you say as if you have anything to apologise for when you eventually break up, trying to muffle your sobs with the paws of the sweater he has given you.

Heeseung has a shadow of a smile on his lips, almost nostalgic yet not at all angry. He’s almost content that you’ve gathered enough courage to say the words out loud that he has suspected for some time now. He knows you would have stayed, but you need to live your own life, too, and sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be.

“It’s okay,” he shushes you, taking a step closer to you and gently embracing you. He can feel your body relax into his touch, your sobs reverberating through his body. It doesn’t even seem like it’s any different from the times you’ve cried in his arms, it doesn’t feel like it.

“It’s not,” you object, almost making his smile wider with the way you’re so persistent even when you say goodbye. You being so unapologetically you makes him even more determined to give you your happy ending, it’s what you deserve, and if saying goodbye is what he can do to help, he would be honoured to have the last word.

“It’ll be okay then,” Heeseung corrects himself while drawing absent-minded patterns on your back with his delicate fingers. He knows by now that it’s something that soothes your nerves, and even at the edge of this cliff, he hopes that he can make it the most bearable for you.

Because no matter what, he loves you, and he will love you even when you are apart, even when you are just living in each other’s memories, even when you are miles away from each other, and by knowing that you still love him no matter what, it’s really okay. He wouldn’t have had it another way.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story! ❤️ If you’re interested in the other fics in the series and want to be tagged when the other members’ stories come out, send me an ask/DM, and I’ll add you to the taglist. Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

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[mendesblurb]

Happy Canada Day Rai!

May I request a blurb where reader x shawn watch the sunrise together ♥️

Sunrise

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~275

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: I didn’t really edit this, I’m so sorry anon, it took me forever to finish this too and also sorry that it’s short 🥺

You sat down on the cozy blanket as Shawn sat behind you with his arms and legs draped around you, holding you close,” It’s nice here,” He sighed, shaping the words against your skin, and his breath felt hot on your neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, cradling yourself more to him.

Together you enjoy the sight of the sun rising as it casts an orange reflection on the water. At the same time, Shawn would occasionally nuzzle his head against your neck and gently kiss along the exposed skin in his reach while trailing along the backside of your ear and leaning down to your shoulder to drag his lips along it gently.

This time you and Shawn were very determined to actually watch the sunrise and not fall asleep like the last time.

You let yourself soak in his kisses and the beauty around you for a moment longer, just watching as the light painted the sky a brand new color before turning to him, “I have a wild idea.”

He sighed, already knowing what you mean and starts shaking his head at the thought of it, “Oh no,no, No!”

“Cmon...,Please!” You pleaded as you stood up, choosing to still slip your dress straps off your shoulders and letting them slide down and pool around your ankles.

“Y/N...” He muttered, looking around him to see if anyone was nearby.

“Baby, relax; we’re in the middle of nowhere,” You drag him closer to the water, “No one will see us,” You grin widely again before silencing his further protests with a kiss on his lips, “I promise that.”

Shawn let himself melt into the kiss before agreeing to strip out of his clothes and join you for a swim.

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Thank you for reading guys... feel free to like, reblog, follow my account, leave a comment and my chat is always open for random chats or requests... appreciate every single one of you... ❤️

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Story Code: 06122345

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[tbyfandoms]

Nowhere Else to Go | JJ Maybank x Reader

Pairing: jj maybank x f!reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Summary: during a storm, y/n discovers jj’s dealing with a lot more than he led on. in a mix of thunder and lighting, a whole lot of secrets and feelings are revealed

Warnings: swearing, mentions and depictions of abuse (things shown and talked about on obx)

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: hello everyone! i had the idea for this in october and i only just finished it. i kept thinking of extra ideas to add in and it just kept going, making this post much longer than i originally intended lmao. in the end im still proud of it and like how it turned out. i really wanted to finish this and upload today as well considering s3 of obx is officially confirmed! so excited for next season and i can’t wait to see what they do with the show. also incase anyone was wondering about any fics i have coming up, i have a few shawn mendes x reader ideas in mind and also a few others so hopefully if you’re following you’ll see something you’ll like. anyways i hope you enjoy the fic and lmk what you think! :)

"Ugh, c'mon!" You grunt as you try to close the window that's currently allowing a ton of rain into your house. It’s stuck and won't budge for anything. The rain isn't making it any easier either, the water causing your fingers to slip on the smooth wood.

You were expecting the storm, but not this soon. You were doing everything you could to make sure you were safe inside the house, but it's as if the storm came out of nowhere. Definitely started a lot earlier than anyone predicted.

Suddenly, the window slides down into place, startling you enough to almost land you on your butt. You grumble before regaining your stance and sliding the latch into lock position.

Taking a look around your house, you nod your head in satisfaction. Everything looks to be in order from what you can tell. The only thing left to do is get through the storm. You remember on the news earlier that the weather man said it was to be one of Outer Banks' worst. Not the greatest time for a storm considering you were all alone, your family having business on the mainland.

There isn't really anyone you could go to either, the majority of your friends having their own family protocols about these things. Besides, there was no way in hell you were going out in that storm just to try and make it to someone else's house.

If the storm had started later like it was supposed to, you might have been able to head over to Kiara's house, but alas, you have to suffer on your own. To be fair, you and the pogues have suffered much worse over these past few months, so you're sure a little storm is no match for you, or so you hope.

A flash of light followed by a loud crack floods the house, and you nearly jump at the sight and sound of it. Okay maybe this will be a bit terrifying to deal with, just a bit.

You make your way over to the couch and grab your phone that you had left there earlier. The screen lights up as you lift it and you see you have a couple messages, some from Kiara and some from the groupchat you and the other pogues have.

Opening the messages from Kiara first, you see she's just checking up on you. She was one of the only people you told about being home alone for the weekend, knowing if you told the boys they'd want you to throw a party at your house, which was a definite no after what happened last time.

You send her a quick text letting her know you're okay, and not to worry. You can tell she feels bad about leaving you alone, and that if her parents let her she'd be over in a heartbeat, through the storm and all.

Moving on to the groupchat you see almost everyone has replied. Pope called for a headcount to check in on everyone which ended up in Kiara replying first, then Sarah, and then John B. You send your reply and notice one person is missing, JJ.

This is nothing new, JJ is prone to not responding for hours, or at all. You'd think with the severity of the storm though that he would text back as soon as possible. You shrug it off and close your messages.

Wherever JJ was, you’re sure he’d turn up or respond sooner or later. Even though he’s your friend, you couldn’t care less at the moment. JJ had been a complete ass over this past week, and frankly you’re still pissed at him.

Every time you tried talking to him or tried making plans with him, he’d shrug you off, give you some short and rude reply, or tell you he had to go to work. The work part you could understand, it’s the fact it was a lie that got to you. You’d ask the others if JJ had work when he told you he did, and they told you he didn’t.

You were done trying at that point, not understanding at all what his problem was. He didn’t appear to be treating the other pogues the way he was treating you. He seemed more reserved with them than usual, but at least he wasn’t avoiding them completely like he was with you.

So when Friday came around and JJ had tried starting a conversation with you, as if nothing had happened, you kind of lost it. You called him out on his behavior and may have called him a few names, but you couldn’t help it, you were done being nice when all he did was treat you badly that week.

The look in his eyes as you yelled at him broke your heart. But the way he had treated you had done the same. JJ had always been kind to you, sure he’d tease you here and there, but he was never rude to you like he was this past week. He was someone you hadn’t recognized, someone completely different from the guy you fell for.

It had taken you a while to accept the fact the feelings you have for JJ were much stronger and much different than those you have for the other pogues. When you were around him there was a fluttering in both your heart and stomach, a light feeling you hadn’t ever really felt with anyone else. He was kind and gentle but could also be a complete badass when needed. His insane ideas and impulsiveness gave you incredible amounts of anxiety at times, but also showed you he was so much more than people made him out to be. He’d do anything for the ones he cares for, and it’s clear to you in the way he’s always treated his friends.

There were moments when you wanted to tell JJ about your newfound feelings, but something always got in the way. And by something, you really mean someone. Kiara. You love her with your whole heart but when it comes to JJ, there’s the tiniest inkling of jealousy. It’s so easy to see the feelings JJ and the rest of the boys have for her. You thought it would be fine considering Kiara told you she might have a thing for John B, but that quickly changed when she discovered her feelings were nothing more than those of a best friend, especially after John B got with Sarah. That left JJ and Pope, both incredible boys, but you couldn’t sit by and hope Kiara picked Pope over JJ, or that you had misread JJ’s feelings for Kiara. That’s not how it works, or at least it shouldn’t be.

You understand completely how people can fall for Kie, she’s incredible. She’s gorgeous, smart, and passionate. She’s a kook who chose the pogues. Why wouldn’t JJ like her? It just sucks you happened to fall for a guy who’s so obviously fallen for another girl, one of your best friends at that.

Talking to Kiara about everything always felt so out of the question. You didn’t want her to feel bad if you discovered she did in fact have feelings for JJ, or if JJ came forward and admitted his feelings to her. It wouldn’t be anyone’s fault, it’s just how it goes. So instead, you kept it to yourself, and you continue to do so to this day.

Shaking any further thoughts about the situation out of your head, you reach out towards the coffee table and grab the remote to the tv. Since you can’t spend time with your friends right now, you might as well try and find something to occupy your time with.

You flip through the channels and see nothing but the news broadcasting the storm. It's as if every channel was blocked by a weather watch. Although it's probably good to be updated constantly about what's happening outside, it does nothing to help your nerves and you would rather be watching anything else but a broadcast of a horrible storm you’re stuck in alone.

Groaning, you shut off the tv and throw the remote aside. Seeing the lightening on tv that you can very much see out your window is definitely not easing the tension.

You lean your head back on the couch and close your eyes. Maybe the deafening sound of the rain can somehow lull you to sleep and you can nap through this whole thing.

Mother Nature is certainly not having any of that.

A loud crack rings out through your house, somehow even louder than the last one, and you leap off the couch. Not even a second later and you're now in complete darkness, the clicks of circuits surrounding you before nothing at all is heard besides the storm outside.

"Great," you sigh, defeated. Just one more thing to deal with. There's no telling when the power will be back on, especially when you live on an island.

Careful not to trip over anything, and with the use of the lightening flashes to guide you, you make your way over to the kitchen to try and find a flashlight. You scavenge through the drawers and cupboards before finally finding a decent one. You turn it on and have to hit the side of it a couple times, but it finally turns on and the bright light is an absolute gift in this darkness.

Making your way back into the living room, you sit back on the couch and bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them while holding on to the flashlight.

Now that the power is out, it's not so much the storm you're scared of, but the people who might be out in the storm. You'd like to think you live in a pretty nice area, but you aren't ignorant to the talk that travels through the town. You know about the drug dealers and the people who would do anything to make a quick buck. Thinking about the idea someone may have been just waiting for an opportunity like this to attack someone while in this vulnerable state makes you sick.

Anxiety seeps deeper into your mind as you wonder if there's any chance someone you don't know could have found out you'd be home alone this weekend. You want to believe you could defend yourself properly, but depending on what or who's involved, it could end very badly.

As if the night couldn't get any worse or more fear inducing, you hear several loud knocks on your front door.

You shoot up from the couch, not knowing exactly what you should do. Standing still for a second, hoping maybe it was just a branch banging up against the house, you listen intently for another knock.

Slowly moving across the living room, you almost drop the flashlight as more rapid knocks are made against the front door. You flatten yourself against the door, trying not to be spotted through the windows even though it's pitch black and pouring.

You tilt your head and peak through the peep-hole. Of course, you can't see anything but a dark figure, the glass being covered with rain water. You huff before stepping back a bit from the door, raising the flashlight above your head, ready to swing.

"I swear to god this is a horror movie waiting to happen," you mumble before reaching for the doorknob and yanking the front door open.

Looking up at the figure in front of you, you gasp and bring the flashlight down to your side as you take in the sight before you.

It's JJ, and he looks absolutely broken.

"Y/N! I know you like hate me right now and I'm sorry to bother you, really I am, but I-I can’t go to Pope’s because he’s helping his dad, I can’t go to the chateau because John B and Sarah are there and I just can’t third wheel right now, and Kiara’s parents are on complete lockdown and hate me anyways and-“ JJ continues to ramble on as you stand there and stare at him, feeling like the air is being ripped from your lungs as you take in the sight of him.

Besides the fact he’s soaking wet, no coat in sight, there are wounds on him you wouldn’t wish to be inflicted on anyone. There’s a gash on his left cheekbone, right under a very large and very red circle surrounding his eye, a mark you know probably hurts like hell. He has bruises up and down the left and right sides of his jaw, and a smaller cut on his right cheek. All of this is just from what you can see from the light of your flashlight.

“JJ,” You whisper, barely audible above the storm, but it seems to have been enough as it halts JJ’s speech and has him looking straight in your eyes now.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” his voice breaks and you can see the pain and emotion within his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that are surrounded by ugly marks.

Before allowing pneumonia to be added on to JJ’s injuries, you quickly move back and make room for him to enter the house. You hear JJ let out a low wince as he moves inside. How many more wounds does he have?

You feel tears start to prickle in your eyes, you don’t even want to imagine how many more injuries JJ currently has or how he came to obtain them. Who would do something like this? It couldn’t have been a normal fight, you know JJ can get in quite a bit of those, but he’s never come back from one looking like this, ever. At least not as long as you’ve known him.

Blinking your eyes a few times to try and rid the tears, you clear your throat and move towards JJ. There are lots of things that need to be discussed, but most importantly you need to take care of your friend. No matter what happened this week, you still care deeply for him and you understand he needs you right now.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, we’ve got a first aid kit in there.” You make the mistake of looking at JJ’s face and with the closer proximity you can see just how bad his wounds are. “I’ll get you a towel first so you can dry off a bit,” you whisper before hurrying along. It’s going to be so difficult to help patch up his wounds when all you want to do is cry when you look at him and see the violence that’s been inflicted on him.

“Alright, thank you,” JJ says. He follows closely behind you after you’ve made your way back from down the hall. You nod your head and hand him the towel in response before you make you way over to the cupboard, but forgot it’s so dark in here he probably couldn’t see it.

“How did you get here?” You ask suddenly. Based off the small clips of the broadcasts you watched earlier, you know majority of the roads were closed or flooded. You’re already scared of JJ’s answer as he begins to talk.

“I rode my bike here,” he replies, lifting himself up and taking a seat on the countertop. He begins to rub the towel in his hair, wanting to soak up as much of the rainwater as possible.

You quickly spin around with the first aid kit in one hand, and the flashlight in the other. The light passes over JJ’s face and he squints his eyes at the sudden brightness.

“You rode your bike here!?” You ask, thinking of all the ways that could’ve gotten him more hurt. “In the storm!?”

“Well, yeah. How else was I supposed to get here? Or anywhere for that matter.” He says. “The roads are complete crap, I had to go on the sidewalks a couple times, at least I think it was the sidewalk. Hey, if the storm passes and your neighbors see track marks in their yard do you think they’ll know it was me?”

You roll your eyes and let out a small, airy laugh as you make your way over to JJ.

“You’re not making me feel any better,” you say as you stop in front of him, setting the first aid kit down next to him on the counter. You tap one of his knees with your finger, signaling for him to spread his legs a little so you can get closer. He obliges and you scoot towards him, not allowing your mind to wander away from the task at hand and think about how close you are to JJ right now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. You look up into his eyes and see the sincerity in them. You can tell he didn’t want to worry you, but you know there’s something deeper here, something he’s not telling you.

Shining the flashlight in a way that won’t irritate JJ, you let your eyes travel across his face. You take in each mark, and each one you hadn’t noticed before. JJ is tough, he’ll get through it, but you can’t even begin to imagine the pain he must be feeling.

“What happened?” JJ’s mouth turns up in a small smirk and you know instantly he’s going to try and brush this off, try to make jokes.

“I got my ass handed to me,” he replies, letting out a chuckle before groaning, moving his hand to grasp at his stomach. You frown and reach your hand out, placing it lightly on his arm and grabbing JJ’s attention.

“JJ, please,” you say. The next part coming out as almost a whisper. “Who did this to you?”

JJ’s head hangs as he gives up on trying to hide from you any longer. He knows you won’t let him joke his way out of this one, and he knows he owes you an explanation, especially after how he treated you this week.

“I’m sorry for being such a dick this past week. You don’t deserve to be treated like that,” he admits. You shake your head, no longer caring about that. His wellbeing is all that matters right now.

“Don’t worry about it, I just want to make sure you’re okay. I want to know what happened. Why-“ JJ holds up his hand and cuts you off mid-sentence.

“No, I have to say this. It goes along with what happened to me.” You nod your head, signaling for him to continue. You have no idea what he’s getting at.

“I was an ass to you because, well because,” JJ seems to struggle with his explanation. He doesn’t know how to just come out and say it, doesn’t know why he can’t just admit it to you. He sighs and gives up on using his words for a moment.

Before you can process what’s happening, you watch as JJ reaches down and grabs at the bottom of his shirt and begins to lift it up. Even given the circumstances you can’t help the nerves that surge through you. Sure you’ve seen JJ without a shirt plenty of times, it’s just the fact he’s taking it off in front of you while you’re standing between his legs that’s making those butterflies return to your stomach, mixing with the anxiety and fear you have for your friend right now.

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments after you know he’s already removed the shirt. You don’t understand what the point of it was until you move the flashlight across his chest and abdomen.

Your blood runs cold and the feeling you had when you first opened the front door and saw him returns, but feels doubled now.

All across JJ’s abdomen are yellow and green bruises mixed with others that are red and blue. Some look a few days old while others seem to be more recent. The majority of them are large, around his ribs, but others are smaller and more scattered. The sight breaks your heart.

“Oh my god, JJ,” you say as you bring your free hand up to cover your mouth.

“It was my dad,” JJ sighs before meeting your gaze. “He’s the one that did this to me.”

Your hand drops from your mouth, only a puff of air coming out as you struggle to fathom the idea a father could do this to his son. You knew JJ’s dad wasn’t father of the year, that he pushed JJ around sometimes, but you never believed he was capable of something like this. When you became friends with the pogues you thought you had a pretty good idea of where everyone came from, who their family was. Apparently JJ kept his dad’s true abilities from you all this time.

“Your dad did this to you?” JJ nods his head in reply and all you can do is shake yours in confusion. “I knew your dad could be a jerk but I didn’t think he would do something like this to you. I thought you said the most he’s done was shove you around a bit? It doesn’t make it any better but Jesus, JJ.”

“Yeah that’s the most he’s done to me since I learned to fight back,” he scoffs. “It used to be worse, when I was younger and too scared to stand up for myself. Once I started working out and learning his habits I was able to prevent it from happening, avoid it, and if needed I was able to fight back.”

You reach out and grab his hand gently, wanting him to recognize he’s safe now. You want him to know you’re here for him, here to listen to what he has to say.

“He was angry about something Sunday night. I think they laid him off at work, I don’t know it was hard to tell with all his yelling and slurred speech. I made the dumbass mistake of getting in his way and I fell and he just let me have it. Thankfully it was just my stomach he came after. Bastard couldn’t bother throwing any punches at my face while I was down. He could barely stand so he gave up with his kicking, but it was long enough to leave me gasping for air and feeling like shit.”

JJ closes his eyes and readjusts himself a bit. You squeeze his hand softly, letting him know it’s okay, to take his time.

“I thought I could hide it, ice it and move on like every other time, but I could barely move Monday morning. You think the bruises are bad now but it’s nothing compared to what they looked like then. I tried to hide it from you all week, thought of dumb excuses so you wouldn’t see me like that. I didn’t want you to know or find out. I figured i’d heal up during the week and talk to you on Friday, make up another dumb excuse as to why I was an ass and it’d be fine. Understandably you didn’t want to talk to me, then this happened.”

Using his free hand, JJ reaches up and motions to his face.

“Guess I really pissed him off this time,” he says, chuckling a bit. “As you know the storm came early. I hadn’t finished closing everything up at the house and you know my old man wasn’t helping at all so I was on my own. All of a sudden I heard yelling and stuff being smashed and here comes good ol’ dad to show me who’s boss. He started complaining about water coming in and there being puddles or something. I smarted off and he wanted to make sure I regretted it. I tried to fight back but it was like he just kept coming from every side. I was able to push him out of the way after a while so I grabbed my keys and bolted. I didn’t even get a chance to grab my phone or anything so I couldn’t call anyone or reply to the groupchat. I just knew what everyone’s situation was so i didn’t know where else to go besides here. I really didn’t wanna go anywhere else but here, I just didn’t want you to see me like this.”

JJ takes his hand out of yours and turns his head away, he can’t believe he’s doing this to you. Letting you hear these awful stories and seeing him like this. It’s what he wanted the least. He thought he could hide this from you, hide how his dad really is, but it didn’t last as long as he hoped.

“That’s why you blew me off all week? You didn’t want me to know you were hurt? You let me stand there and yell at you and call you rude names while you were hurting? I feel like such a jerk, JJ. I am so sorry,” you choke out. You feel like crying, from the wetness on your cheeks you know you probably already are. This whole time you thought he was just being an ass for no reason, meanwhile he was getting beat at home and trying to shield you from his pain.

“Don’t be it’s not your fault, I should’ve handled avoiding you better than treating you like that. I just figured if you were mad at me it’d make it easier to hide everything from you. The others know how it used to be and how I handle it, but I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to worry about me or see me be…weak,” JJ looks over at you and you can see the wetness in his eyes, misting over that blue color you’ve come to cherish so much.

“JJ Maybank there is nothing you could do or share with me that would make me believe you are weak. You are the strongest person I know and I want to be here for you when things like this happen. You have nothing to be ashamed of, especially not with me. If anyone is to feel shame or weakness it should be your father. That man is horrible and you are nothing like him,” You say before putting the flashlight down and reaching out to carefully cup JJ’s jaw within your hands. “You are kind, smart, funny, brave, and a million other good things that I can list all day if you wanted me to. You deserve so much better than you get and I am so sorry you have to deal with it. I wish you would have told me sooner that things like this happen to you. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want me to see you like this when the other pogues have?”

JJ gives you a soft smile before bringing his hands up to grasp yours on his face.

“You really don’t know? I thought I made it so obvious every time we were together.” You tilt your head at JJ’s reply and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N, I like you a lot. More than just as a best friend. I have for a while now. I thought you’d be able to pick up on my flirting and glances, I guess I was wrong.” Your eyes widen in response and you can feel your cheeks heating up instantly.

“W-What? Are you being serious right now?” You question, finding this to be a complete surprise and definitely unexpected.

“Y/N, we’re sitting in the dark, in the middle of one of the worst storms we could have, and I just got my ass beat. I don’t know a better time to be more serious,” JJ replies. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, causing JJ to chuckle as well.

“I’m sorry it’s just, I thought you liked Kiara? The way you look at her, I figured you were into her. I mean who wouldn’t be,” you say, removing your hands from JJ’s face and wrapping them around yourself. “You guys have just always seemed so close for as long as i’ve known you. When things didn’t work out with her and John B I thought it would be you two who ended up together, considering your bond.”

“Me and Kie? Absolutely not. I love her, but I see her as nothing more than a friend, a sister even. She and I talked about it before, she feels the same. Pope’s the one that’s into her. I promise you for as long as we’ve been friends it’s always been you I’ve been interested in. I can’t believe I gave off the impression I was interested in another girl when you’re the one that runs through my mind all the time.” Within the dim lighting coming from the flashlight and the lightening still shining through the windows, JJ reaches out his right hand and places it on your cheek. He rubs his thumb back and forth a few times across it and smiles at the warmth he feels there.

“Really?” is all you manage to get out, too stunned and feeling on cloud nine. JJ simply nods his head and smiles in response. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. I wish we would’ve figured out we had feelings for each other sooner, i can’t believe neither of us realized.”

“Wait, so you feel the same?” JJ questions. “If I knew that I would’ve made my move sooner. I didn’t want to come onto you and you didn’t see me like that and I ruined everything. That’s why I hoped you’d catch on to my feelings and you’d be able to figure it out”

“Of course I feel the same!” You lean forward into JJ and feel butterflies erupt in your stomach over the added closeness. “How could I not fall for a great guy like you. I just wish I would’ve caught on instead of being so stuck in my own head about it.”

“Hey, at least we figured it out now. That’s all that matters to me,” JJ says as he reaches up and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. You lean into his touch and feel so much content.

As you stand there and take in everything JJ has told you, you continue to scan over his wounds, understanding there is still an important task to be done, and a just as important conversation to be had.

“Promise me you wont hide stuff like this from me anymore. I can’t stand the thought of you going through something let this, let alone going through it alone and without any help. If you feel like something bad is gonna happen with your dad I want you to come over immediately, I don’t care what day or time it is. Im here for you JJ, I always have been and I always will be.”

JJ looks up into your eyes and you can see him struggling with his defenses, struggling to continue to break down the walls he’d already cracked open when he decided to show up at your door. JJ has always struggled with letting even the people he cared about most in, but he’s willing to try with you. He can tell you mean every word you’re saying to him, and he knows he can trust and rely on you.

“I promise. I really am sorry I kept everything from you, it would’ve been better just to tell you. I promise I won’t hide anymore,” he says. You feel relief after he’s said it, but part of you knows there’s no telling if he’ll keep the promise. He’s hid it from you for so long and you know how hard it is for him to open up, especially about his dad. All you can do is hold onto the hope he’ll tell you next time, that he won’t hide.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry, I understand,” you reach up and use both your hands to push JJ’s hair back, out of his face. The dampness from the rain keeps the hair in place and you’re now able to see every part of his face clearly, ready to finally patch him up. “Now, let’s fix you up, shall we?”

You reach over to grab the first aid kit next to JJ, but you suddenly feel him wrap his hand around your wrist.

“Wait,” JJ says as you turn to him. “Can I kiss you?”

A flash of lightening engulfs the kitchen and you notice the small spark of light that glistens in JJ’s eyes, followed by that smirk you’ve become all too familiar with.

“Absolutely,” you squeak out in response, a blush blossoming across your cheeks.

Through the flashes of lightening and the dim glow from the discarded flashlight, JJ reaches out and places his right hand on your cheek. His thumb moves down across your jaw and traces over your lips, finding the spot he’s yearned for for so long, the girl he’s fallen so deeply for.

JJ leans forward and you do the same. His nose brushes up against yours and you smile at the feeling.

Reaching out, you place your hand at the back of JJ’s neck, tangling your fingers in hair at the nape of his neck. It’s still damp from the storm he traveled through, the storm he traveled through to get to you.

You want to cry and laugh and scream all at the same time over what’s happened and what you’ve learned, but you can’t and you won’t. So instead, you close the minuscule gap between the two of you and kiss the boy who you thought would only exist in your dreams.

It’s soft and light because you don’t want to hurt JJ any more than he already has been, but it’s perfect and so special. The situation that it’s occurring during could be much better of course, with the storm and revelation that JJ has a horrible father, but it’s special nonetheless.

After a moment, JJ pulls back slightly. He squints his eyes and let’s out a small sigh.

“I wish the power would turn back on, I’ve wanted this to happen for so long and of course when it finally does I can barely see you.”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips. Of course that’s what he would be thinking about during this.

JJ looks around for a second before his eyes land on the flashlight laying next to him. He grabs it and brings it between the two of you. He holds it upwards and suddenly your and JJ’s faces are illuminated.

It reminds you of little kids telling each other ghost stories at sleepovers, but fear is far from what you feel as you stare into JJ’s eyes and notice his boyish grin.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers while brushing his nose lightly against yours, causing your heart to flutter. JJ really is so sweet, no matter what he goes through he’ll always have a pure heart.

“And there’s my boy,” you whisper in return.

JJ closes the gap between you once more, letting his free hand travel to the back of your neck, holding you perfectly in place.

After a while you pull back, needing a small breath and deciding it really is time to patch up JJ. He protests, saying he’s fine and that he’ll heal on his own, only wanting to continue as you were, but of course you decline. He needs medicine and to have his wounds cleaned, no matter how many times he says he doesn’t.

You notice the majority of JJ’s wounds are bruises with only a few cuts here and there. Part of you wants to be relieved that the majority of them are bruises and that it appears he won’t need stitches, but the other part knows that shouldn’t be anything to feel relieved about. JJ shouldn’t have any of these injuries to begin with, especially not from his dad.

Every time you pat the cotton pad with hydrogen peroxide onto JJ’s cuts you can’t help but feel bad, noticing the smalls flinches and winces that follow. You give him tiny smiles and short unspoken breaks between each treatment, not wanting to overwhelm him with everything, knowing he’d rather just walk it off.

Once you’ve finished cleaning JJ’s cuts, you do your best to lightly apply antibiotic and place tiny bandaids where they’re needed. They don’t cover each cut completely, but it’s enough to keep the medicine on and provide protection from them getting infected.

Sorting through the first aid kit, you find some ibuprofen and hand JJ two tablets. You don’t know how much help it’ll do, but hopefully it’s enough to ease at least some of the pain.

You get JJ a glass of water and tell him you’ll be right back and to not move. Taking the flashlight, you rush to your room to find extra clothes for JJ to put on, his still soaked from his trip in the rain. You do your best to find some that’ll decently fit him and then head back over to him in the kitchen.

As JJ puts on the hoodie you gave him, you frown at the sight of his bruises on his chest as they become covered once more. The way he moves slowly and scrunches his face as he puts on the hoodie, you can tell JJ is still in a lot of pain.

“I wish I could give you some ice to help with the bruises, but with the power out I can’t get any,” you say to him, wishing there was more you could do.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve done so much already,” JJ replies, reaching out and squeezing your hand in reassurance.

“Please, I just helped clean up your cuts. I wasn’t able to take all the pain away,” you say. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel right now.”

“If you’re really so worried about it, I know a way you can help me,” JJ retorts, giving you a small smirk as he gets down from the countertop.

You tilt your head in confusion, not understanding what he’s referring to. You watch as JJ grabs the flashlight before leading you into the living room, and motioning for you to take a seat on the couch.

“We may not have any ice, but you know what else helps with pain?” JJ questions. Shrugging your shoulders, you look up at him in anticipation. “Heat.”

Before you know what’s fully happening, JJ lays down on the couch and pulls you towards him. He positions you nearly on top of him, and you’re worried the added weight is going to make him hurt more, but the content look on his face eases your nerves.

“So what? Your plan is to use me as a human heating pad,” You smile as you feel JJ’s chuckle rumble across his chest.

“That’s exactly my plan, Y/N,” he replies.

You smile and lightly squeeze JJ with your arms. Laying here next to him, providing him any kind of comfort after what he’s just been through, is really all you could ask for right now.

“That’s fine by me,” you whisper.

The both of you lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, the only sounds heard coming from the raging storm outside and your light breathing.

There’s no telling when the rain will stop, when the roads will clear, when JJ will have to go back and face his father, but right now all he needs is this time with you.

Suddenly, you hear your phone start to vibrate against the table. You reach your arm out and grab it, not wanting to completely leave JJ’s arms. You squint at the sudden bright light and after your eyes start to adjust, your heart drops at the sight.

“Shit!” You exclaim, jolting out of JJ’s arms. JJ mumbles an ‘ouch’ at the sudden movement against his aching body, and you ramble out a quick apology as you stand up.

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks as he sits up a little on the couch, watching as you type frantically on your phone.

“I got a million missed messages and calls from the pogues, they’re all worried because you never checked in and then I wasn’t answering either,” You reply, making sure you explain the best you can to your other friends, not wanting them to worry. “I’m just gonna let them know we’re okay and that you’re with me.”

“Dammit that’s right I wasn’t able to grab my phone,” JJ sighs. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah they are. Kiara’s with her parents, Pope’s still helping his dad, and John B and Sarah are still together at the chateau,” You assure him. “Nothing to worry about.”

JJ nods his head and seems to relax again, he felt bad for not checking in when Pope first messaged everyone, but he was trying to hurry up with securing the house so he wouldn’t piss off his dad. Didn’t matter in the end, he guesses.

When the pogues start replying to your messages you can’t help the small gasps at their replies. Witty remarks from John B and Pope and then cute messages from Kiara and Sarah. You didn’t tell them that much about what happened between you and JJ, but apparently it was enough for the others to catch on.

“What are they saying?” JJ questions, intrigued with your little chuckles and shakes of your head.

“Oh nothing,” you reply. “I just apparently spilled too much on where you were and what happened between us and now of course the guys are being the guys and the girls are making a fuss.”

“Of course they are,” JJ smiles. “They wouldn’t be them if they didn’t.”

You laugh and set your phone back down, confident everyone is now at ease and all that’s left to do is get through this nightmare of a storm.

Slipping back into JJ’s embrace, you revel in the fact you now get to hold the boy you’ve fallen for, close. The feelings you both have for each other might not have been revealed in a situation you’d hoped for, but it happened nonetheless. It allowed you into a part of JJ’s life you wish he didn’t have to deal with, but could now help him with.

“As long as they know I finally got the girl of my dreams, that’s all that matters,” JJ teases, kissing the top of your head as he snuggles in closer to you.

“And that I got the boy of mine,” you add on.

JJ rubs your back slowly as you two fall into a comfortable silence. The warmth of your body genuinely helping JJ feel more comfortable and at ease, and his presence helping your anxiety from the storm to subside.

As the time passes by, you take it to reflect on everything that occurred within the past hour, within the past week even. Romantic feelings for JJ or not, what he’s going through is horrible and something no child, no matter their age, should have to endure from their parents. You think of how he wanted to hide it, not involve anyone if he didn’t have to, and that thought alone makes your heart ache.

No matter if things work out between yourself and JJ, he’s still going to be one of your best friends, someone you care deeply about. You hope he’ll let you in more, that if this happens again he’ll know he can count on you and the others.

Lifting your head and looking up at JJ, you notice he’s falling asleep, exhausted from the day he’s had. Leaning over, you plant a small kiss on his cheek before laying back down and deciding to drift off as well.

Even when JJ thinks he has nowhere else to go, you’ll be here for him, always.

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