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fragrantpines · 10 months

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A love not worthy of salvation

Note: The name "Lily" is not the name of the reader, it's a personal interpretation/deviation of 阿曼 which is a nickname that Meng uses to refer to the young master in game. Besides that, there is nothing else of note so enjoy~

Meng Po Soup doesn't know what is love.

Emotions are things that only the living can have. For someone like Meng Po Soup who lives in the realm of the dead, they are considered as useless objects, things that do not hold value in this mundane place that has seen more farewells than greetings.

Meng Po Soup doesn't understand what is love.

He doesn't understand why his heart aches every time he's near the young master, why he wishes that a smile would always remain on their face and why his grip tightens every time he sees them with other food souls.

Meng Po Soup can't understand what is love.

Someone like him who has torn apart so many bonds doesn't have the right to learn what love is, much less have the right to love someone else.

Yet, as he compares the size of your hand within his, noting how easily he could intertwine your fingers together and steal you away into the night, he realizes why people hold their emotions in such high regards.

"I love you."

You say it sweetly, sincerely, carelessly, for you have loved all your life and will continue to love even when he isn't around.

However, he is different. He's never loved anyone the same way he loves you and he will never love anyone the same way ever again.

"I love you."

He says it quietly, solemnly, recklessly, like a vow that he has sworn to keep for the rest of his life.

His fingers comb through your hair with a sense of familiarity, detangling parts of it with ease as if he had done this a million times before. His crimson eyes briefly glances into the mirror before meeting your sunken eyes, too distracted from whatever thoughts that captivated your mind to respond back to his confession.

"You're supposed to say it back, Lily."

Instantly, your body jolts up, light returning into your eyes as your head snaps out of a trance. The confusion in your face face hasn't fully wiped off before answering back. "Oh, I'm sorry. My mind must have wandered off again…."

He nods slowly before humming. "It's okay, I know that mother assigned you to do a lot of work yesterday so she has decided to give you the day off. Would you like to accompany me on a stroll along the river?"

For a moment, your expression turns into one of surprise. However, before it sets on your face, it soon melts into one of fondness. "Of course, how could I refuse any request from the young master?"

"Husband." He quickly corrects.

"Oh, right." You raise a hand to stifle a laugh. "Sorry, I'm still not used to calling you that. After all, we've only been married for 2 weeks and every day feels like a dream come true."

A gentle smile gradually appears on Meng Po Soup's face. Slowly, he bends down and presses a light kiss on top of your head, concealing his expression from the mirror.

"Take your time getting used to it. I'll wait for you for as long as you need."

And if you ever tried to wake up from this dream by running away again, all he had to do was brew another bowl of soup and wait for you to fall into his arms again.

"Meng, you know what happens to souls that drink your soup too many times, right?"

For the first time since he was created, his mother spoke with a cold tone towards him, sending him a stern look that held a mixture of both concern and pity. Whether the latter emotion was for her son who had fallen too deeply in love or the person that he held within he arms, no one would ever know.

"Yes." He replies in a heartbeat. "But if a soul stays here in the underworld forever then their soul won't crumble like the others."

"...." Meng Po sighs exasperatedly. "Then do as you wish. This is as far as I'm willing to extend my help."

"Does your mother hate me?"

The sudden question makes Meng Po Soup look up with confusion. "Why would you think that?"

He watches as you scratch the back your neck before you let out an awkward laugh. "Well…. She never seems comfortable around my presence. I'm scared that I might have done something to offend her but I can't seem to recall what I may have done that could have offended her."

"..... Don't worry, you haven't done anything wrong."

"Are you sure? Maybe I should still apologize. She is your mother after all."

The man shakes his head firmly. "There is no need for that. I will talk to her myself about this."

If anyone needs to apologize to her, it would be none other than him. He knows what lengths his mother had gone through in order to cover his tracks and mask your presence in the underworld so he ought to visit her more often and thank her for everything that she has done for him. If the time was right, maybe he'll set up a time for you to talk with her on another day so you can understand how much his mother adored you as well.

However, that was a thought for another day. Right now, his lily was his for an entire day and he would be damned to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

His hand gently sets your hair down before taking a step back. "It's getting late. We should head out soon."

A smile appears on your face. "Alright, just let me get a few things and then we can leave.

You quickly stand up and stretch your tired body with a satisfied sigh, too preoccupied to notice that your "lover" had walked towards the window and quietly snuck out a vial containing a mysterious liquid from his sleeve. His eyes carefully inspect the dosage before sneaking it back into his sleeve, making sure that none of it will spill nor catch your attention under any circumstances. The last time you found out about its existence caused quite an uproar that resulted in news about your soul stuck in captivity being spread around while you fell into a comatose state for 3 weeks; 3 weeks that felt like an eternity and a short moment at the same time as the whole courtyard became busy trying to hide your presence from the rest of the world again while he took turns taking care of you and juggling his responsibilities as the young master of the courtyard.

Unconsciously, he glances at the flower vase at the side of the table, noting the amount of flowers on it before counting its petals. There weren't many to count but appearances could be deceiving, especially if one knew where to look.

Before he knew it, words softly slipped past his lips. "So it's been 2 years since that day…."

2 years since he first met you, 1 year since he's fallen in love with you and half a year since he's brought you here. Time is never something that can bother an immortal soul food soul like him but it can still surprise him when he looks back on it.

You twist your body around to face him. "Did you say something?"

He pauses briefly before shaking his head. "No, it's nothing. Let's go."

You didn't need to know anything. Your past life, your memories, your former home; none of it matters and he will make sure it stays that way for the rest of your life.

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outerbankies · 9 months

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thinking about how shiny the world was when I thought I had the perfect family

#this is so angst I’m sorry I just tested pos for covid at the most inoppurtune times #work wise and socially #and now my family is pulling me in three diff directions and they’re all wrong lol #anyway gonna go cry and watch something happy

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 11 months

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ooh im glad!!! so, expanding on that then..

how about price with a civvi wife/gf, and when they’re talking over the phone while he’s gone, she’s being kinda cagey and definitely omitting something, but he doesn’t know what. so when he gets back home she tells him she’s pregnant? really just a lot of fluff (and maybe angst? 👀 like about how his job is super dangerous and he might not come home, so he has fears about it?? bc your angst is so good it makes me sob violently /pos)

ive never sent a request before, so if this is too specific or something, feel free to whittle it down or toss it, i don’t wanna bug you lol

have a good day hal, love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our Remains

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Synopsis: You disliked hiding things from John. Certainly something as big as this.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to breeding kink & unprotected seggsy time, morning sickness, angst, major fluff at the end

A/N: This was an adorable request, Anon!! Thanks so much for sending it in.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

You disliked hiding things from John. It not only felt like a betrayal of his unlimited trust in you but also a slap in the face for what you had built with each other. The both of you were always honest to a fault when it came to your relationship—like how a bird was loyal to the sky. It was an unselfish principle; a promise of pure love and devotion that transcended touch or given gifts.

You told each other things. Everything. Down to how much you had spent on groceries that day just because it was something to talk about and share; something that made you closer to one another even when you were apart. You told the Brit what you planted in the back garden—what shirt you were wearing!

But now you hold the ringing phone in your hand and for the first time in your entire relationship, you consider lying.

Your eyes bore into the icon of John’s smiling face, head covered by a black beanie and beard tilted up softly. Affectionately, his name on the device had been changed to ‘Grumpy St. Bernard,’ but now the title made your lips go thin instead of the usual giggling reaction. No heat spreads over your cheeks; no excitement.

Just an overwhelming sense of dread.

The week had started just as the last three had. A special form of hell. At nearly six o’clock you would whip back the covers with all the fervor of a terrified rabbit being chased by a hawk; the taste of bile immediately snapping you to attention as the toilet acts as your commanding officer.

You imagined John would get a chuckle out of that comparison, but when you’re hurling up your guts in nothing more than a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers and a tank top it’s hard to think about all that. The taste of bile was still lickable from your lips as the bathroom tile digs into your knees, ringing phone still in your palm.

The idea of a pregnancy test slid into your subconscious in the first week of John’s two-month deployment, the tantalizing thought that was like a hook to a fish. You had pulled on the string, of course, and had instantly drowned in air. But you hadn’t taken one until now. Too nervous, perhaps. Hesitant.

In your other hand, opposite of the buzzing phone, you held three positive pregnancy tests in a shaking grip. Pink and white plastic mock you from the corner of your vision; two double lines.

John’s icon dims.

You press the green circle in your panic, mouth opening and closing yet no sounds escaping. Would you tell him now? Later? Was it right to tell him about this now—when he was halfway across the continent? Fear overtakes your heart for no apparent reason. You didn’t want him to act rashly, especially when John could act so stubborn when he wanted to.

He was always so concerned about you when he was away but you were concerned just the same. That man was the one who was getting shot at constantly, not you.

“Took you a while to answer. Trying to give me the slip, then, Sweetheart?” John’s gravelly voice helped slightly, making your heart still, even if for a short moment. You close your eyes and tilt your head down, lips quivering at the soft chuckle over the line.

God, you loved him so much.

Blue eyes furrowed in confusion at the silence on the line, the chilled Switzerland air sneaking inside John’s compression shirt as he stood on the hotel balcony. The sounds of gentle conversation twitch his ears from inside the room—the voices of the One-Four-One a dull mumble behind the half-closed sliding door. They had been playing cards before the Captain had easily slipped away to check up on you.

He tried to call as often as he could.

John’s hips shift, one arm crossed over his chest as the other presses the phone harder to his ear. Lips pull to a frown, beard bristles going with them, before the lines on the Brit’s forehead grow larger.

“...Love?” Naturally, a sliver of concern wedges itself into his ribs but it subsides when your calming voice spreads honey over the call. John’s shoulders fall back down.

You breathe deeply, hands dropping the tests onto the bathroom counter with a small clack of plastic.

“John,” forcing away the hitch to your words, you stare at yourself in the mirror, free hand sliding up to lightly rest over your collarbone as a soothing method. Your eyes are so filled with shock that it throws you off. “I…I wasn’t expecting a call so soon.”

“Hm, been up since 0500.” the man grunts, looking out over the city and seeing the rising sun before asking softly with a deep-set brow. There was something about your tone…lids narrow at nothing. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no,” You force a chuckle, having to take a deep breath before ripping your sights from your own reflection. The disgust was settling at you trying to avoid this. But if your own brain could barely process this right now, what gave you the right to tell John when he wasn’t here? “I’ve been up for a few hours.”

Licking your lips, you run a hand over your hair, glancing out of the ajar door into the master bedroom, pushing out bland answers for only the fact that you couldn’t think clearly right now.

Jesus, this was actually happening.

You study the thrown covers from your morning rush to the bathroom, seeing the pictures on the nightstand and feeling the delicate atmosphere that was sparking—electricity between atoms. A silent moment of realization that everything down to the bare bones of your relationship was about to change. Blinking back to the tests, you dwell in the strange fuzz that took residence in the back of your mind.

“What’s been going on?” Your voice isn’t right. Too tight. Too…nervous. Why were you nervous? “Everyone good?”

The Brit frowns stiffly, shifting his feet again and sending a look back into the hotel. Hunching forward, John’s large fingers fix the position of the phone as his voice lowers, ignoring your question entirely. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but there were pros and cons to his line of work.

Above all, he knew when something was up with you.

“Are you alright over there, Sweetheart?” Blue eyes rove the street below, “Feelin’ okay? You sound a bit stuffed up.”

Your heart lurches, quickly stuttering through an explanation of, “O-oh, I think I just came down with something.” The irony wasn’t lost on you. “A stomach bug,” you cringe, “I’m sorry, was it that obvious?”

The laugh that exits is less convincing than you thought it would be, but it does the trick. John sighs in relief, chuckling as he shakes his head.

“No need to apologize, Love…anything bad, then? I can bring some meds from Base when I’m back if you need me to.” He was still concerned for you, but knowing that you’d never lied or withheld the truth from him before there was really no reason to believe that anything else was going on. John trusted you to the end of the earth.

The Captain rubbed at the back of his neck, cracking his spine as he bent back. It was still early and waking up on a hotel bed without you beside him was torture. John longed for home. Longed for you.

Back at the house, your face scrunches together.

Bad? You wonder, saying absentmindedly that some medication would be lovely. Was this…bad?

John had always wanted to have a kid—or, at least, he’d told you as much when he was above you, filling you to the brim and then doing it again a second and third time. Thighs quivering and eyes fighting to stay open through layered bliss as sharp pants rung in your ears.

“Gonna get you pregnant…watch you swell up…c’mon sweet thing, you can handle another one, can’t you? Need to watch it take.”

…But was that a true feeling or just a kink? You blank and realize you’d never asked him. More than that, though, was this what you wanted?

“When do you think you’ll be home, John?” You speak softly, palm flattening over your stomach as you exit the bathroom and sit on the end of the bed, gut swirling but not in a nauseous sort of way. “I…I really miss you, y’know? It would all be better if you were home.”

The brunette blinks softly, lids peeling back in shock for a moment before a thin thread of guilt worms its way into him.

“Kate said two months, Love,” John speaks slowly, the grumble in his voice trying to convey his unease at your strange behavior, “You know that.”

He’d explained his job when you both had gotten serious, how he would be gone for long periods of time, and the somewhat uncomfortable situations you’d be put in because of it. You’d agreed and never brought it up when John would have to leave in the small hours of the morning and disappear for months on end. It shocked him, really, with how well you adjusted but that was just how you were. One of a kind.

There was no one else with whom John could see himself building a life—being buried beside in some nice meadow grave plot and turning to dust together. Growing a family with.

John cleared his throat, tilting his head down slightly before pulling himself back to the present.

“It’s bothering you that much, eh?” His brows furrow, “Are you sure you’re alright? I can call hospital and—”

“No!” You slap a hand to your mouth, halting your outburst as blue eyes go somewhat wide, jaw slackening. Taking a breath over the shocked silence over the line, you dig your fingers into your cheek before letting your limb drop. “No, John…I-I’m sorry I just…”

Your voice quivers.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

Eyes burning and nose twitching, you breathe heavily, mouth closing shut because you knew that if you say another word you’ll explode. You were shivering with cold sweat, scared and confused, and wanting John to hold you in his arms; whispering that it would all be okay into the shell of your ear.

You force through a sob, “I’m just really scared.”

John tenses, one hand going to grasp the balcony with white knuckles. His mind goes into overdrive. “Scared?” the Brit prods, muscles going stiff and mind running, “What in the hell is going on?”

Authority leaks into his tone, serious and deep. It made him nervous that he couldn’t see you right now—couldn’t stop the sounds coming from your mouth. Why were you crying? Has something horrible happened to you? Were you in trouble but were unable to tell him? John runs over your conversation again, every word and sound, as his heart races. He was wound up like a spring.

From behind him, the conversation in the hotel room halts.

You force your eyes closed, now up on your feet and pacing. Tears lightly patter to the floor.

“John, I can’t tell you over the phone,” you admit, shaking, “that wouldn’t be…wouldn’t be fair to you.” Swiping at your eyes, you spread the salty liquid away from your lashes, sniffling; praying that he would understand. “But I really need you home as soon as you’re able. I don’t want to break up what's going on over there, it’s just really important. I don’t think I can wait two months by myself. You know I would never ask this if I didn’t need to.”

John’s jaw clenches, legs unable to stay still as your anxiety leaks to him. He’s nodding before he realizes you can’t see him, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs.

“...I’ll see what I can do, then.” The brunette runs his hand over his beard pulling at the strands aggressively. What was so crucial that you can’t tell him over the phone? It was a secure line, John always made sure it was; yet, at the same time, that fact didn’t matter at all. If you needed him home so fervently—then he was coming home. That was that. “How long can you wait for me, Love?” He spares a glance inside. “There are a few loose ends that need to be taken care of here. Might complicate things.”

You blink around the bedroom, hand wrapped around your middle and trying to run soothing circles into your skin.

“I…I don’t…” John’s face softens, closing his eyes.

“Breathe, Sweetheart,” he whispers, “I’m comin’ home to you. We’ll get whatever this is sorted, yeah? I need you to be brave for me until then.”

Listening, you let the words calm you down, sniffling one last time like a kid who had fallen off the monkey bars before you let out a chuckle. John instantly follows his own advice when that sound wafts over the line. His shoulders fall back once more, silent sigh exiting.

“You said that exact same thing to me when I ended up burning that loaf of bread I was making—two years ago, was it? ‘Breathe, Sweetheart.’” Blue glimmers with love, cheeky tone growing.

“Hm, nearly set the kitchen on fire, didn’t you? So much smoke I swore someone had set off a charge in the oven.” John doesn’t push you to answer him, though he’s more questions than anything else at this point. You’d said you would tell him when he’s home and he believes you. “Please, Love, at least promise me you didn’t burn the bloody house down, yeah?”

A laugh strikes his chest, and he’s chuckling slowly in retaliation.

“I promise, John.”

“Good.” You’re smiling for the first in what seems like ages, tears drying as the flood down your chin stops. You lick away the water stuck in the corner of your mouth when John grunts lowly, “I’ll tell the boys and inform Laswell. But I can’t say it’ll be less than two weeks.”

Nodding to yourself, you say, quietly, “Okay.” Your eyes fall to the framed picture on the nightstand—the image of John and you smiling brightly on your third anniversary. You’d gone hiking, both sweaty and dirt marks on your cheeks, but happy…always happy. Your veins pump blood faster. “I love you, John.”

The final comment is tender; the words are more silk and soft furs than vibrating vocal cords.

He blinks away the blush that lights his pale cheeks. John huffs, an infectious smile flickering over his face as his chest wells with affection. Acting like a bird preening itself, he smirks and says, “Well, you’re lucky then…I love you too, Sweetheart.” An exhalation echoes over the call as his tone drops, “Keep safe for me, eh? I’ll call to update tomorrow.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

When the phone is set down on the bed, tossed down carefully, you try to think over this situation more rationally. You wouldn’t say you were against this—building a family with John. In fact, if not him, then you don’t believe it would be anyone else.

The Brit was the only man for you. You both knew the risks of having unprotected sex and in reality, you think neither one of you cared about the consequences.

Nodding to yourself, you wonder how to explain this to him when he comes home as you get to fixing the sheets, one hand always drifting back to your stomach with a growing appreciation.

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John jogged to his car in the underground parking garage, unlocking it with his fob as his bags are slung over his shoulders. He wastes no time chucking his belongings into the back seat, swiftly sliding into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut as the engine starts. His dog tags bounce on his chest, but he’s half convinced they move from the rate that his heart is going alone.

All through traffic his fingers are tapping against the wheel, grunting stiffly at red lights and shifting his hips.

It had been three and a half weeks of fixing loose ends.

“Fuckin’ hell, c’mon,” John huffs, one elbow on the car frame as his hand flattens over his lower jaw. The light slowly snaps back to green after a long minute.

Pressing on the gas, the vehicle moves forward and continues until the familiar home comes into view on that quiet street nearly twenty minutes later.

John barely parks the car before he hops out, leaving his bags in the back, and rushes to the door. Taking the key from under the doormat, his mind is focused on only you. He had been unable to stop his worry about you and your unnamed fear, watching the phone with every free instance he could. It had only grown as the days got longer, and no matter how much you assured him that you would be okay until he got back, deep-seated apprehension grew. He didn’t like living under a shroud, especially when it came to your health.

The key in his hand was inserted with a firm wrist and twisted, shoving open the door with a heavy shoulder like there was a cloud over his head.

“Love?!” He calls, not bothering to shuck off his boots before looking around the visible living room and foyer. “Where are you?”

Long legs move swiftly as an utterance calls from the kitchen, barely taking the time to close the door behind him in his anxiety, “John?”

The Brit immediately backtracks, skidding to a stop and turning with blinking eyes. His ears twitch at the sounds of dishes being dropped back into water, as his heart steadily slows at the sound of your beautiful voice calling his name.

He rushes around the doorframe, feet stomping and hand catching the wall as you come into view, staring wide-eyed.

Your digits are around the fabric of a dish towel, fingers dripping as John finally presents himself to you. You hadn’t heard him until he had called out, too preoccupied with your own thoughts to hear the lock click.

But now it was like every worry you had was wiped clean at the sight of that gruff face; the hitch in his large chest. A smile slashes your lips after a moment of shocked silence.

“John!” You laugh, rushing forward, and the man lets his face soften—bringing you close to him as you draw near and trapping you in his arms.

His breath spread out over the top of your head in a great sigh, grumbled chuckles accented by the way John’s great hands wrap around your shoulders. Fingers press you into a solid chest, digging through hair to let your ear twitch at the sound of his heartbeat.

John doesn't speak until he has held you in his arms for at least three minutes, just pressing his face into your scalp and feeling your warmth against him. You don’t pull away either, breathing in his musk as it instinctually leads to your muscles loosening.

Minutes later, the Brit pulls back slowly, gripping you by the shoulders and looking down into your eyes. His gaze filters over yours, taking you in before his lips meet yours in a brief yet deep kiss. You melt into it, hands going to grip his cheeks and spread throughout his beard hair, soft strands leaving you shivering when John’s thumbs rub circles into your flesh.

He pulls back and you fight the tears in your eyes as he connects his forehead with yours. His optics shine with love, bleeding out like trapped stars; silver flecks of devotion and a blue the color of sea storms.

“What’s going on, Love?” John whispers, concern alight and raving as his grip goes to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “I’m here. Tell me.”

You blink slowly, lips going thin with tight brows. Swallowing through a tight throat, you nod.

“Can you go sit in the living room, please?” Speaking carefully, you tilt your head and watch John get confused—his nose scrunching and moving his lips together. You run your thumbs over his cheeks and smile slightly, obviously nervous again. “Trust me.”

Though it wasn’t a question, John replies under his breath, “Always.”

But still, he holds you, studying your expression and the whites of your eyes with stiff lungs. You were making him fear that something horrible was coming—something he couldn’t control. His heart begins to hurt, but he backs away from you, brows tight as he exits the kitchen and disappears into the living room.

Taking down a swift breath when he’s out of sight, you fiddle with your fingers above your abdomen, looking down at your still-flat stomach. You knew it was stupid to worry, but how could you not? It wasn’t every day you just told your Lover you were pregnant with his child…

“John loves me,” you mutter to yourself, nodding and getting ready to go through with the plan you’d formed over the three weeks you’d been alone. “And he’ll love the both of us. I know he will.”

Hand flattening over your stomach, you open a drawer with the other, pulling out a small cardboard box no bigger than a book. Fingers shaking, you lick your lips and feel the slight pull of a nervous, yet giddy, smile. Turning, you exit the kitchen and see John sitting with his nose resting above the clench of his fists, foot tapping. His head immediately snaps over when you come into view, hands falling to hang off his legs as the couch under him dips from his weight.

You steel yourself and raise the box.

“Here.” Placing it on the coffee table, you sit across from John in an armchair.

He blinks slowly, eyes going small with curiosity. The man sends you glances through his lashes as he stares down at the object but he says nothing. Rubbing his beard with one hand, he reaches and grabs it carefully.

Testing the weight, John is genuinely confused, clenching his jaw and feeling the material in his palm.

“...What’s this, then?” He asks lowly, glancing at you with a raised brow and lines on his forehead.

You put your intertwined hands in your lap, prompting with a tilt of your shoulders.

“Open it.” Off put by your cryptic answers, John nods firmly, grasping the top of the box and pulling lightly, careful not to disturb the contents. It was strange to think, but he was honestly quite perturbed.

What exactly was inside this box, and why had he been called home for it? He loved being here, no doubt, but the circumstances….

Blue eyes glimmer. You didn’t look overly afraid as you shifted in your seat, just plain timid—like the inside object would change something fundamental about his and yours relationship.

John pops the top off and looks as you start talking before your throat threatens to shut you up. “I…I know it’s not a life-threatening thing to call you home for,” the man stills as if he was made of stone; a statue as non-breathing and pulse-less as anything, “But I didn’t want to tell you over the phone because that seemed so—!”

Your voice is drowned out as John’s shaking fingers delve into the box, ears ringing. His fingers flinch off of three positive pregnancy tests and the soft fabric of the plain army green baby onesie that surrounds them; skimming slowly.

“I found out the day you called and I said I had come down with something.” Your laugh is strained when it exits you, and you stare at the Brit hard, seeing his features utterly halt all expression. Thumbs digging into your skin, your tone drops, speaking slowly, “...John? A-are you okay? Say something to me, Love.”

It’s only in that long minute of nothingness that you really start to get an all-consuming tenseness to your bones like a rabbit.

Why isn’t he saying anything?

John clears his stiff throat, blinking rapidly as he brings out one of the tests, dropping the box lightly to the coffee table with a dull thump. The twin red lines are ingrained into the softness of his retinas as the sun would be if you were to stare directly at it.

Pregnant.

His heart swells to an almost painful degree, blue eyes moving to look at you across the table and then dipping to your stomach. The Brit stands up slowly.

Your lungs are tight, lids moving quickly with wetness growing in your tear ducts.

“Please, John, what are you thinking—?” Large hands capture your arms, bringing you up as lips meet yours in a passionate and heart-stopping kiss.

John’s limbs wrap around your hips, bringing you up into the air as gently as a bird, face parting from yours with a series of loud and genuine laughs. You snap your arms around his neck, shocked but not at all complaining as he holds you up with ease, twirling you around in a firm but ever-gentle hold.

“You’re pregnant?” His whispers meet you, airy and deep with awe. It was like he was in his teens again, running around Herefordshire with his mates—his eyes shone with happiness; pure unabashed love. “Oh, truly, Sweetheart?”

Tears dribble down your cheeks at the sight of him glowing, beard peeled back in a large smile with wet eyes. Hiccuped giggles leave your lips as you nuzzle your face into his neck, the sight of him like this overwhelming. All stress leaves you in a millisecond when your feet hit the ground again.

“Yes, John,” you sob, overjoyed, pulling back so you both can stare into each other's teary eyes as the Brits’ fingers go to shakily wipe the waterworks from your under eyes. His orbs flicker quickly, looking you over in an entirely different light. “You’re going to be a father.”

He fights through a scratchy voice, “Me?” The tone is amused, but he can’t articulate how exalted he feels to hear that. A father…him? It was more than he could have ever asked for, and, even better—John whispers out, “You’re going to be a mum.”

You kiss him, multiple quick pecks that he returns through shared joyous chuckles.

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone,” the confession meets the air as one of John’s hands travels to cup your flat abdomen, fingers flinching over the fabric of your shirt to sneak under. You laugh and shiver at his calluses, as his blue eyes are so soft they could be compared to butter. “And I couldn’t wait two months.”

“Christ, Love,” John lays a kiss on your forehead, needing to be as close to you as possible. You can feel his heart through his chest, and you know yours isn’t any better. This was far more than you could have hoped for. He mutters against your skin, “I’m so glad you didn’t. This is bloody amazing news—I want to be here for all of it.”

Sea storms lock onto your face with a grunt, “You’re so lovely. Perfect, yeah?”

His warm hand still rests under your shirt, and you doubt it’s going to leave anytime soon.

You feel your cheeks heat and you smile bashfully, heart about to explode.

“You are.” John reiterates. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, Sweetheart. I’m so happy.”

The air is ripe with tenderness, a soft state of being that just keeps getting better. John had silent tears dripping down his face, blinking to clear them and not letting you leave his hold for a second.

“Oh, John,” you whisper, digging your fingers into the back of his shirt, looking up. “Me too, Love.”

While the glee is nearly physical enough to grab, there is a moment of hesitancy in the Brit. He was gone more times than not for work; put into situations that could leave him going through bodily harm. You didn’t deserve that stress—didn’t deserve to sit at home with a swelling stomach just watching the door and wondering if you’d have to become a single mother. You had a child in your womb. His child. Both of yours’ child.

A family that you both had made.

John swallows and says to you seriously, without an ounce of hesitation in his blood, “I’m telling Laswell to pull me out,” you blink up and listen, letting him continue as his press on your flesh gets even more prominent, nodding to you, “I’m not missing this—not putting you through that worry. Two years, then I’ll head back in. We have enough saved, I give you my word you’ll want for nothing.”

Blue eyes flicker down, and a small mumble so tiny it nearly disappears hits your ears. You almost start sobbing again. “This is more important. You both are more important.”

There were few moments in your life that you think you’ll remember when you are old, weathered and wrinkled, but this you tell yourself is one that you will carry to your grave. John and yours’ grave.

What remains behind, you ask? Simple.

White bones entangled with an eternity of deathless worship, and the generations that will come to lay flowers on the headstone.

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 8 months

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Pairing : BF!Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : pregnancy ; no childbirth (yet?) ; mention of an abortion ; Felix is a POS ; angst no fluff ; Word Count : 2.5k Request : @lovesunshinefelix : can I get an angsty felix request diff from his pregnancy series wherein felix is an absolute fucking asshole and left the reader when he found out they were pregnant, u decide what happens next surprise me AN : I hope that you are thoroughly surprised by this, I hate making him the asshole honestly, but at the same time I absolutely love it!! I just love writing stuff like this!! I hope you love this girlie, this is for you!

Double pink lines showed on all six white tests that were evenly spaced along the bathroom counter. They were dark, they were undeniable, not a single discrepancy is any of them. It was a fact now… You were pregnant, and your boyfriend… he was on tour, for the next three months.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell him, it was quite the opposite actually. You wanted him to know, but he was such a sweetheart, he cared about you so much, you knew that if you told him during the tour, he’d drop everything just to come home and be with you. It was the early stages of your pregnancy, and you knew that for now, you’d be able to handle whatever was thrown your way, whether it be symptoms or doctors appointments. It was easier to hide right now too, you didn’t have to worry about him catching on. If he questioned why you hid it from him, your main reason was that you weren’t sure if the pregnancy was 100% yet. The first 12 weeks were the scariest and the most uncertain, and you didn’t want him or yourself to get too excited, especially if it ended in a miscarriage. It was a valid reason, and it had you keeping your mouth shut until he came through the front door.

Unexpected and unplanned was the announcement at your 12 week ultrasound, that not only were you pregnant, but you were having twins. Two babies, and you rightfully panicked for a second because that was… It wasn’t planned to even get pregnant with one, let alone two, but you knew that with Felix by your side, you’d be able to get through it. He was the ray of sunshine that you held tightly onto whenever things seemed to be a little too hectic, or when things started to feel like a little too much.

As the weeks passed on though, you started to just… Get used to the fact that you were carrying two children, and maybe it was a maternal instinct, maybe it was the fact that they were his children, or maybe it was a bit of both that had you growing excited even at the thought of having this little family with him. You couldn’t wait to tell Felix, you couldn’t wait to officially start this journey into parenthood with him by your side. It would only be a couple more days until he came back home, and now you were giddily counting down the days to tell him the exciting news.

“I think we caught every single red light on the way here.” Felix exclaimed as he trodded through the front door, his suitcases parked off to the side as he kicked off his shoes. “Hey, angel… You look beautiful as always. Did ya miss me?” He asked, the irritation that had initially coated his words seemed to be shaken off as soon as he laid eyes on you sitting on the couch. Your smile was bright as you watched him, anticipation building in your stomach and sending a shiver through you.

“Of course I did. I always miss you.” You chimed from the couch, making sure to keep yourself covered with the thick throw blanket so that he wouldn’t see your stomach. It had grown quite a lot already, something that was both shocking, but also expected considering you were having twins. “How was the flight?” You wanted to make small talk, just so he could get settled back in before you dropped the news on him, although you were quite certain he’d take it well, you just didn’t want to shock him immediately.

He rolled his shoulders and his neck, stretching his arms up as he walked into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge to grab a bottle of water before making his way to the couch to drop down beside you. “It was good, not as comfortable as being able to sit or lay beside you, but it was bearable. Changbin didn’t snore too loud behind me, so I got a good amount of sleep so I’d be well rested when I got home to you.” His arm draped over your shoulder as he leaned against you. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

Now was your chance, he was in a good mood, he was rested, he was close to you, now all you had to do was tell him. “I couldn’t wait to see you either… I’ve got some pretty big news to tell you.” Even though you were almost 100% certain that he’d take it well, you couldn’t help the jitters that coursed through your body causing your voice to tremble with your nerves. His eyes widened as well as his smile, his body turning almost completely to give you his full attention before nodding to you to tell you to continue. “I’m… I’m pregnant! They're twins!”

And while your excitement seemed to grow exponentially from telling him, his dwindled to nothing almost immediately. His smile fell and his eyes wavered, his hands pulling away from yours to fold in his lap. “You’re… Sure about this? You’ve… You’ve been to the doctors and everything for it?” He questioned, and maybe he was just nervous about getting excited too soon, so you quickly nodded, reaching out to grab his hands in an act of reassurance that everything would be okay, that everything was okay, but he moved his hands away from yours, shoving them in his pockets as he jumped up off the couch. “How far along are you?” He blurted out quite harshly, and while you were used to him apologizing almost immediately after sounding so rude, the apology never came.

“I’m… Almost four months…” You whispered, slowly pulling back the blanket to show him the swell of your stomach, and you saw his chest rise, puffing out with the large breath that he took in. “It’s okay though… They’re okay, they’re healthy.” You once again tried to reassure him, assuming that his panic was caused by not being there when you found out.

“I don’t care about that! I’ve got five months to figure out how the hell I’m going to juggle my job and paying child support to not just one, but two fucking kids!” He rambled, but the mention of child support had your head tilting to the side, your lips parting to question what he meant, but you couldn’t seem to find the words. “Don’t look at me like that… You know that I can’t do this. I’m too fucking young to deal with my job and two fucking kids. I didn’t want this… You threw this on me!”

With every single word, it was like a vicious attack, and that beautiful future that you had spent the past couple weeks imagining started to spin, like a tornado, the images a whirling vortex that were sent down the drain. “I thought… I thought that you’d be happy. You always talked about having a life together… Spending forever together… Where did that go?” The sight of him rolling his eyes had your stomach tightening and your nerves kicking into overdrive. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go… This wasn’t what you had planned on at all. “I-I.. I didn’t want this either… I’m young too…”

He scoffed, his nose crinkled into a look of disgust as his eyes flickered down to your stomach and then up to your face. “I didn’t ask you to keep them. If you would have told me sooner, I would have told you to abort it, get rid of it.” It was like a stab, a gunshot, there was bile rising in your throat at the thought of getting rid of the two little beans that had become such a big part of you, you honestly couldn’t imagine not having them in your tummy. “And don’t even try to make it seem like I’m the bad guy in this. You sprung this shit on me as soon as I got back from a fucking tour… That should have been your first sign. I mean, what did you think would happen? Everything would be sunshine and rainbows and I’d be this happy go lucky guy somehow maintaining a career where I’m constantly in the fucking spotlight, during brand sponsorships and bunch of other shit… And you just… You expect me to have time for you? For children? You’ve gotta be out of your mind.”

And maybe you were, maybe you had lost sense of the reality of your relationship and how hard it was to actually see him, how little you spent time with him. Maybe you really were out of your mind as he had said, thinking that being pregnant would somehow bring him closer to you instead of pushing him away. “I wasn’t going to do that…” You mumbled, your hand moving down to rub over your stomach, seeming to be your own source of comfort now that Felix was clearly disgusted by you. “You don’t have to worry about anything… You don’t even have to pay child support. You’re right… I sprung this on you and… You obviously don’t want any parts of it. I’m not going to force you…”

Letting out a humorless chuckle, he folded his arms over his chest, glaring down at you. “Oh, sure. You say that, but once it gets to be too much for you, you’ll be trying to take me to court. It’ll make front page news online and then you’ll get the pity party. I can see it now.” It was pretty eye opening to see now just how lowly he thought of you. You had been blinded by the rays of sunshine that seemed to radiate off of him whenever he was around, but it was like you had put on sunglasses, you could block those out, and now you could see who he truly was.

“I’m not taking you to court.” You snapped, having enough of him being not just an asshole, but ruthlessly so. “You’re not the man that I thought you were, and you’re definitely not the man that I want in my children’s lives, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to force you to do anything or asking for your money. I don’t want your money, because like you said, I can see it now. All of the fans that follow you like you’re some kind of fucking god will call me a gold digger and a bunch of other awful shit, and to be quite honest, I don’t need that and neither do my kids. So once you walk out of that door, I’m done. I’m done with you and everything that has to do with you. The only part of you that I love now are the children that you gave me, the children that you don’t want.”

Your entire body was trembling, and the tears flowed freely down your cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness though, they were tears of anger, unable to hold back the burst of emotions that coursed through you, and unable to channel them properly. “Promise?” He snidely cracked back at you, and it was the final nail in the coffin. He wasn’t who you thought he was at all, he was nothing like the way his fans portrayed him. It was all an act, and the character that he had been playing as was gone now, revealing the true Felix that you had mistakenly fallen in love with.

“Promise.” You retorted flatly, finally pushing yourself up off the couch and walking to the door, and with your back turned to him, you hadn’t caught the way he his jaw had dropped when finally seeing you fully, you hadn’t caught the way his fingers twitched to reach out to grab you, the way his eyes blinked a few times to snap him back to reality just a little too late. “I’ll pack your stuff up and leave it on the porch, I’ll text you when I’m all done, and then I’ll block your number and delete it so you don’t have to worry about me bothering you. You can move on with your life and your career.” You said as you grabbed the suitcases and wheeled them to the center of the entryway. “You already have some of your stuff to leave with.” You pulled open the front door, moving over to the side to give him room to walk out. “Bye.”

The damage was already done, and it’s not like you’d believe him or even be willing to listen if he tried to go back on his words right now, so he kept up with the act, sneering at you as he grabbed his luggage and wheeled it out the front door, stepping out onto the porch. Maybe if he turned around one last time and you saw the look of regret in his eyes you’d let him talk, but the door was already being slammed shut, and the locks clicked, and he knew that you were probably already breaking down on the couch, a complete mess because of what he had said.

There was nothing he could do now except trudge over to the side of the road, his phone gripped tightly in his shaking hands as he texted his leader, asking to be picked up. Twins… he wasn’t ready for it, he wasn’t in the right place in his life to take on that kind of responsibility… But he hadn’t even given himself a chance to try. He immediately attacked you, and maybe it was the jet lag or the stress from just coming back home and simply wanting to enjoy one evening without having something else to worry about… But none of those things were truly an excuse for what he had said or the way he behaved because you were surely more stressed than him, and now that stress had quadrupled all because of him.

Twins… Two children, his own children, little drops of sun that were part him, and part you. You, the only person who he ever loved before, the only person he could ever see himself loving… And he ruined it. A family, one that he’d never get to spend time with, that he had so easily given up on as if it wasn’t important at all. Sons… Daughters… Maybe one of each… He’d never get to meet them though. He’d never get to experience that feeling of holding his children for the first time or watching them take their first steps. He’d never feel that excitement as he bore witness to each and every milestone. He gave all of that up the second he started his rant, the second those thoughts weasel’d their way into his mind and were actually spoken. Maybe he’d watch from a distance, living the life that he turned his back on through pictures or videos that you hopefully might post online. It wouldn’t be the same… But it was all he would have, all he would ever have.

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beeshoesometimesdraws · 3 days

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I gave into the little goblins in my head and made another au…( @potatotato-26 blaming you and your droplets au for this because it has infected my brain/pos/silly)

So basically something something Eclipse gets into trouble while doing stuff with Earth and something something happens and poof Eclipse has been reset and is now spilt into three lil baby eclipses

So now Earth has to wrangle the baby eclipses with no idea on what to do and shenanigans and family fluff (with maybe a few sprinkles of angst) ensues

I’m so good at explaining things ik💅 but also struggling with lore surrounding how exactly it happens so uh yeah-

The Eclipse triplets, names & designs all based on different kinds of eclipses cuz yes:

Total (sweet lil fella, kinda quiet tho)

Partial (the scrunkly wet-kitten menace, closest to Eclipse in both appearance & personality)

Annular (the C R E A T U R E )

Extra doodles under the cut

#bee rambles #tsams au #sun and moon show au #tsams #sun and moon show #tsams eclipse #I desperately wanted to draw lil baby bots and now I have an excuse to #we have the semi normal one #the menace #and the creature #they’re all just silly #and a handful #my art

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zoandreez · 9 months

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hiding in plain sight . (prologue)

pairing: ao'nung x omaticayan!reader

summary: your mother worked alongside miles quartitch in the sky people battle. as a dreamwalker, similar to grace, she got pregnant (occurrence unknown.) after miles' death, the sky people retreated. you grew up alone on pandora, afraid of what was outside of your make-shift sanctuary, until one day you go hunting and bump into some of the sullys.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: like 2 seconds of angst

as you frantically scrambled around your hut of trees and leaves, a ripped (and mostly fluff-less) pillow, and organization of old blankets you found from the abandoned pods, the day you had been dreading for a few weeks had finally came.

you were out of food.

of course, for any na'vi this is no big deal, all they have to do is go hunting. however, in your case it isn't exactly that easy. the other omaticayan do not know you exist. your mother, jasmine brooks, worked for miles quartitch, who (you quickly learned) wasn't the best person to know on pandora. during the sky people war, your mother as a dream walker was concieved. although the answers to how are still unknown, you were born with five fingers, five toes, and eyebrows, resembling human features more than na'vi. the sky people had no time to react, and with no clue how to deal with you, abandoned you.

luckily, you were just about 3 years old when they abandoned you and understood the basics of life-- walking, peeling fruits and such. you had to train yourself to hunt, to make your own loincloths, and other necessities. you never went hunting much, in fear you would be discovered. so, once every three months, you would wait until night to hunt until the sun rose, to have enough food for the next few months.

the last cycle was five months ago, thank eywa for that. however, you knew you were too lucky, as your next hunting spree would need to begin today. in the morning. you had no food for the rest of the day, and you didn't want to hold out, you were skinny and rationed enough. you grabbed your bow and your arrows and carefully snuck out of your hut, beginning your day-long hunt.

about an hour has passed, and it seemed to be going great so far. you had quite a bit of spartan and yovo fruits to get you through for a week, and you decided you'd get your months worth stash next week. on your way back, you had begun to dig into a yovo fruit, one of the smaller ones, when suddenly you heard murmurs.

"tuk, keep up!" you heard a boy shout.

your ears tilted up as you turned your head in the direction of the noise. you said nothing as you backed away, afraid running would bring too much attention your way.

"bro, why'd you bring her anyway?" you heard another boy say, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

something about the scene, instead of scaring you, enticed you. you inched closer to the voices, finally stopping behind a tree. you peeked between two branches like a window as you stared at the 4. it was a na'vi boy, braids pulled back into a ponytail, leading the group. quickly following behind was a na'vi girl, younger than the rest, swaying her tail as she leapt across the log following him. a taller girl, strolled behind casually, as the human boy caught your attention, with a breathing mask on.

"she's such a crybaby." the na'vi boy huffed, and the steps on the grass you once heard stopped. "she's all, 'i'm telling! you're not supposed to go to the battlefield. i'll tell mom if you don't let me come.'"

the youngest one, most likely who tuk is, stuck her tongue out at the na'vi boy. you smiled at her remark. the older girl blurted out a quick "don't pick at her," looking at him with disapproval.

they continued on their path, and you quickly ran to drop your fruit off and follow them. it looked like they were heading to the pods, and miles' old suit. you passed by thousands of times, breathing in your mothers old mask or sitting in her pod (unfortunately someone seven, eight feet tall cant lay in a five foot pod.) you followed the familiar path as the four began to speak again.

"come on," na'vi boy spoke again. as he climbed up to the crashed ships, the three of the other companions followed.

"oh, sick." the human boy called. you began to walk further out, uninterested in the chance of "any dead bodies up there," that tuk claims to want to see. you followed the older na'vi girl, as she walked further into the nature. she brushed her fingertips against the branches and lifted her arms to twirl with the leaves, before eventually laying down in the grass. you stepped closer to her, before freezing. you saw the many atokirina that flew ahead of you, and calmly circled themselves onto the girl.

you stared in awe as she lay asleep, the spirit seeds of eywa sitting on her, before they buzzed away. it was like she just got blessed? you had no clue what happened, and reached out to one of the atokirina to graze it-

"hey!" your head whipped up to the human boy. you quickly took off, brushing past him. "what were you doing? get back here!" he shouted, dashing after you before he shouted.

"lo'ak! tackle that girl, i think she hurt kiri!" you looked around, for any signs of lo'ak, the now name-assigned na'vi boy. after not seeing him, you took off for safety before you were pinned down by lo'ak.

"who are you?" he blurted out.

"get off me!" you protested, twisting and turning as you reached for your knife.

he quickly stopped you, but froze when he grabbed your hand. slowly, he put his hand up to yours. it took you a minute to realize what he was doing, until you looked. your hands matched up perfectly, but that isn't supposed to happen unless..

"are you a dreamwalker?" you both asked, and looked at each other in shock. "what do you mean are you a dreamwalker? stop copying me. why are you saying everything i say? stop it!"

the human boy interjected. "wait, what are you guys talking about, 'dreamwalker?'"

"she has five fingers."

the boy turned to look at you, before walking up and looking at her hands. "so, what- do we take her to dad?" "no way, he'll kill us if he knew we came this far."

"he'll kill us if we don't tell him the sky people are back."

you watched the two argue for a moment, before lo'ak finally sighed and gave in. he looked back at you. "sorry dreamwalker, gotta turn you in to big boss." he said before tapping his neck, as you caught sight of the little mic he had.

"but i'm not a dreamwalker."

the boys both froze and looked at you. "so, what are you?" the human boy said.

"well, my mother was. i'm just.. a freak." you said, wiggling your pinky.

lo'ak hesitated for a bit, looking at you. he had no clue whether to believe you or not. he grew up thinking he was a freak for his fifth finger, his eyebrows, his demon blood. now, this girl that laid before him could be like him. or, she could be what he's sworn to not. a sky person. a demon. he pressed his mic.

"devil dog, devil dog this is eagle eye, over." he spoke.

after a moment, they heard static and then a male voice spoke. "eagle eye, send your traffic." the male said. you stared off into the distance.

"we found this girl, she looks like an avatar, but she says shes not a dreamwalker. she has five fingers though, and we've never seen her before." you had begun to wriggle under his grasp, not wanting to be caught. "let me go!" you protested.

"where are you?" the male on the other line said. lo'ak looked at the now returned human boy, with kiri, and hesitated before answering. kiri mouthed a snarky remark to lo'ak that you couldn't hear, but it made lo'ak wince.

"oh. we're.. we're um.. attheoldshack." he said quickly.

"who's we? who's with you?"

"me, kiri, spider... tuk."

you heard a faint gasp in the speaker on his neck, and looked over at tuk as she said to kiri, "is dad coming for us?"

"dad's coming for lo'ak's ass, definitely." lo'ak hit kiri on the shoulder, as he continued to lean on you with his knee on your back, one hand pinning your wrists together.

this just acts as a prologue for a series i have coming, i figured i should get practice writing in!

#avatar #avatar the way of water #navi x reader #demonbloood!reader #ao'nung x reader #aonung x reader #aonung x omaticayan!reader #ao'nung x omaticayan!reader

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sissylittlefeather · 2 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 13

A/N: Woof. This one took me a minute. Also, it's a short bridge-type chapter, but don't worry. Next chapter will be LONG and JUICY. This is just a necessary part of the story. Please don't give up on us! ICYMI this is the soulmate/time travel AU between Elvis and a fem!reader.

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Warnings: cussing and angst (a smut-free chapter?! Who am I?! Don't worry. It's coming soon and they will be too 😏)

Word count: ~1.9k

"Why didn't she come for me?"

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Elvis spends the next few weeks anxiously waiting for you to show up somewhere. It's clear his mind is elsewhere. Everyone around him notices that something is off, but he won't tell anyone what's going on. He just prowls around like a caged animal, nervous and waiting for something that no one understands. He goes back to Memphis before he has to be back in Vegas in August to film his concert documentary. The only thing that gets him out of his room is Lisa Marie. Otherwise, he mopes around or stays inside.

What no one knows is he's grieving. He's pretty sure he's lost you and his son too. The pain almost overwhelms him and he has a hard time living in his real life. He finds solace in music and spends a lot of time at the piano playing a whole catalogue of new songs. His favorite, though, is a song produced by the Beatles' record label, and he eventually asks to record it later that summer. It ends up on his album for the documentary That's the Way It Is and even makes it into a rehearsal scene with him playing it on the piano and singing. For some reason, the song makes him think of you, so he sings it as often as he can.

Even though it begins to look like he's back to himself, the pain of losing you is omnipresent. He resigns himself to the fact that he will likely never see you or his son ever again. As such, he leans into the documentary and even does a photo shoot with Priscilla over Thanksgiving to try to rekindle the affection he feels for her.

But he still feels like part of his soul has gone missing. It's the same old feeling he always has when he's away from you for too long, but this time it settles in his chest and becomes a part of him. 1970 slips into 1971 and he does his best to move on. 1971 slips into 1972 and he throws himself into work and lets his relationship with Priscilla sour. She moves out and he has a hard time even caring, except that she took Lisa Marie and it just twists the dagger of having already lost one child. There are other girls, like there always have been, but they never fill the void that you leave. He has a you-shaped hole in his heart that no amount of sex or romance or even love can fill. 1972 slides by, he films Elvis on Tour, and he plays shows across the United States. He plays Vegas again and then tours again, hoping that by keeping himself busy he'll notice your absence less.

Finally, he prepares for the Aloha from Hawaii concert that will be broadcast across the world. He tries to get back into peak physical shape and does everything he can to throw himself fully into this concert. In the process, he squashes the last hope of you ever showing up again. It's been three years.

You're gone.

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Covid hits strong in 2020 and your world gets upended. You learn to work from home, host zoom call happy hours with your friends (even though you're pregnant and can't drink), and wear a mask anytime you're in public, which isn't often. In September, you give birth (alone and in a mask) to your daughter and name her Erin Love. She's perfectly healthy and looks so much like her brother you think you've given birth to his twin. And again you weep. Elvis is missing this and you know it'll break him if he ever finds out.

2020 fades into 2021 and you still can't risk going out with a baby. Every time you start to think it might be safe, a new strain or variant shows up and the world cowers in fear again. Vegas opens, but you're terrified, both of traveling and of the possibility of sending Covid back to 1971.

So, you wait. You wait and you wait and you keep waiting until your baby is old enough and the virus seems to slow down. Still, Vegas, with its masses of people, seems too risky. Finally, in December of 2022 you have an idea. You start making plans to head to Hawaii with both kids and your mom in January of 2023. Hawaii is much more secluded and you know exactly where he will be.

When you ask your mom to come with you, she wants to know why. This is going to be a very expensive vacation and she's not sure why you need her. You sit on her couch trying to decide just how much you should tell her. Eventually, you settle on something very close to the truth.

"John is there. We haven't seen each other in three years." You look down at the ring on your finger.

"I was starting to wonder if he still existed."

"I'm not even sure he'll want to see me..." You look at the ceiling to try to stop yourself from crying, but it doesn't work and the tears come sliding down your face.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm sure he does. He loves you."

"I hope so." She pulls you into a hug.

"I will go with you. I'll watch the kids so you two can get reacquainted."

"Thank you, mom."

Once she agrees to go with you, you drop an ungodly amount of money to stay in his suite and pack up both kids to fly to the islands. You decide not to tell John Jessie why you're going, just in case it doesn't work out. He's almost 6 now and he asks about his daddy damn near everyday. Somehow, he remembers him despite the fact that it's been almost 3 years since he's seen him. Erin's too little to ask questions. She doesn't even know she has a daddy, which breaks your heart every time you think about it.

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After a rehearsal, Elvis heads to his suite to rest. He's 100% invested in what he's doing. But out of nowhere, he thinks of you again. He hums the song he's designated as yours and goes to work changing out of his jumpsuit.

He's got the zipper all the way down when he hears a sound that makes his heart stop. There it is, the old familiar buzzing. He hasn't heard it in so long. He turns slowly, sees the portal, and practically runs through it without thinking about the fact that he has no clothes packed and is wearing a jumpsuit.

******

When Elvis comes through the portal, he stops and stares at you. He's so in shock that he doesn't know how to respond. Your mouth pops open in awe of him standing there in the American Eagle jumpsuit fully unzipped. He looks better than you could've imagined. Obviously, you've seen the footage, but it really didn't do him justice. He zips it back up and gives you a hard stare.

"It's been three fucking years, y/n."

"I know-" You don't get any further though because John Jessie comes bounding into the room. He runs to Elvis and jumps on him. He's supposed to be napping with your mom in one of the bedrooms.

"Daddy! I heard you!" Elvis grabs him and holds him tightly.

"Heyyy buddy, I missed you so much!" You can tell he's trying hard not to cry. You look nervously towards the bedroom. If your mom sees him in this jumpsuit, it'll be impossible to explain.

"Bubby, where's your grandma?"

"She's asleep." You breathe easier and John Jessie turns back to his daddy. He launches into a monologue that only a 5-year-old can follow, but Elvis sits with him on the couch and listens attentively. You stand and watch the scene and Elvis glances at you every once in a while.

After about 15 minutes, you hear Erin cry from the room where she is taking her nap. Elvis looks up at you, shocked.

"Who is that?"

"That's my sister. She's little still." John Jessie answers knowingly. Elvis's head swivels to you so fast.

"Sister?" You nod and duck out of the room to grab Erin before her crying wakes your mom up. When you come back, Elvis looks at both of you and his eyes are shiny with tears. "Is she-?"

"She's yours." He stands up and immediately takes her from you.

"What's her name?"

"Erin Love."

"Love? Like my..." He trails off and looks at her lovingly.

"Yes. Like your mother." He holds her to himself and looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. He pulls back and looks at her again while she babbles to him.

"Baby, do you know I'm your daddy?" She looks up at him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes!" She smiles widely and he holds her close to him again. He looks at you incredulously.

"We have another baby."

"Yes, we do." He kisses her cheek and sets her down on the floor, turning to you. His eyes burn through you and he whispers angrily.

"Where the fuck have you been?! We have a daughter?!"

"Please, Elvis, I can explain."

"You better. I'm going to spend the evening with my kids, but you better have a damn good story when they go to bed."

You nod. How will you get him to understand Covid?

******

He changes into some clothes you have for him and helps you put the kids to bed. Despite not knowing the routine, he proves to be pretty helpful. You're amazed at how well John Jessie remembers him. Your mom seems to just know she should make herself scarce through the whole evening and stays in the room. Once you get both kids in bed, you sit on the couch facing him, heart pounding and stomach in knots. He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger.

"Tell me why, y/n."

"There is a new virus." You desperately try to explain everything that's happened over the last three years.

"So you couldn't come to me because of a cold virus?"

"Elvis, you don't understand. This was a global pandemic. Everything was closed and people all around the world were dying. They literally shut down Las Vegas."

"I've been other places." He responds, the anger in his voice obvious.

"I know, but I couldn't risk our kids. Or the possibility of you taking this virus back to your time. I finally feel safe here in Hawaii."

"I don't know, y/n, I'm glad you're okay and I'm especially excited to see the kids. But I thought I'd lost you. I buried you in my mind."

"Did you- did you move on?" For the first time, the reality that your marriage to Elvis might be over hits you in the gut and your eyes widen. Elvis isn't sure how to answer. He has a girlfriend, and technically another wife. But he looks at you sitting in front of him and can't help but feel the connection that's bound you together for over fifteen years. He wants to be angry so badly, but really all he is is sad. Sad that he missed the first two and a half years of his daughter's life. Sad that he went so long without all of you. Sad that you almost feel like a stranger now.

You sit on the couch staring at each other waiting for his answer.

******

Come back soon for Chapter 14!

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unhingedhiro · 22 days

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loser chan agenda

lee chan x reader

word count -> 1.9k

tags -> loser!chan, fluff, maybe a smidge of angst but it’s not long!!, channie’s just an awkward boy, reader is wonwoo’s sister, wonwoo plays matchmaker, hansol cameo, changbin cameo, absolutely not proofread grammar is a myth and i can eat it

i have nothing else to say but chan’s new haircut is just so loser /pos in such a way that i feel like he needs a hug. i may or may not be losing it .

loser!chan where for the first half a year he’s classmates with her, he refuses to speak a word to her despite them already knowing each other - to him, she was wonwoo’s pretty, soft spoken sister, to her, he was her brother’s friend who didn’t quite seem to like her.

it wasn’t because chan hated her, no. that was the furthest thing from the case. he liked her. almost irrevocably so. so much that he’d gladly take hours out of his lessons just to continually steal glances back at her, watching as she pays attention to the teacher, making notes where she can. a model student, really. the polar opposite of chan, who really does try his best (subjectively so), but can’t quite maintain the grades he needs to be one of the top students. he’s not suffering either, just about managing to fit into the average.

which, granted, wasn’t bad, but it also meant one less thing for her to pay attention to him for.

now, chan could, and really should’ve at least attempted to strike up some form of conversation, yet when he tries, he finds that he just can’t. from not quite knowing what to say to her apart from asking closed questions, to stumbling over his own words when he did have something he felt would be interesting to say, by the third attempt, chan had given up.

on all three occasions, it had led to her cocking her head in confusion over what chan’s intentions had been, an action that would send chan spiraling into a fit of cuteness aggression, having completely shut down each and every time.

she’d always thought he was an interesting person, after all - chan got along well with most of his friends, often easily taking their teasing in stride. he was a boy who she’d often thought of befriending, the obvious reasons being that he was already her brother’s friend and they were classmates, but also to satisfy her own curiosity.

and it made sense.

chan was hardly ever subtle with his glances, and more often that not he’d be caught by her, staring into his eyes with a gaze that he couldn’t quite read. all he knew was that as soon as he’d been caught, his ears would burn a bright red and he’d instinctively face the board once more, face a shade redder than normal out of embarrassment. it pays that most of the incidents occur during summer, and chan can easily pass it off as just the heat. though, a number of his friends know he’s lying. it also fails at retracting any of the unintended attention she pays towards chan, her curiosity over why he kept staring her direction grows with each passing day. was her hair lopsided? a piece of food from lunch left around her mouth? the possibilities were endless.

thus, as a result, the duo don’t quite interact all that frequently, chan freezing up when she’d made the decision to ask him about homework once, replying in such a stiff, short manner she was almost convinced that the boy hated her. alas, that wasn’t quite the case, chan having been so shaken by her sudden question he hadn’t quite known what to say, and had promptly spent the next week in a slump over it, much to the joy of his friends. it was free teasing material, and chan’s reactions only made it more fun. yet, despite this, they’d noticed his upset he was, at one point putting a stop to their teasing when they notice he’s been bemoaning over the same thing for the past three days.

“y’know, chan, you could just tell her that you were just caught off guard and you didn’t mean to answer so coldly.”, changbin finally says, after chan finishes a round of ‘she hates me!’ ‘she does Not.’

“no.”

“why not?”, this time, hansol asks.

“that’s embarrassing! it’s like practically admitting i have a crush on her!”, he cries, throwing a punch at vernon.

it lands, something surprising given hansol had a learned habit of dodging the younger’s punches. chan turns to look at him after a moment, wondering why the class had gone quite, and so quickly. why so many people had their eyes on him.

it takes a moment, and then it clicks.

oh.

oh, fuck.

he quickly casts a glance around the room, praying she hadn’t come back yet - but to his dismay, there she sat, book in hand. head cocked as usual, though this time there’s an air of curiosity in her gaze.

chan truly, and utterly wishes he could just dig a grave and die on the spot. his face turns a bright shade of red and he promptly hides himself in his arms, praying to god that they’d leave him alone.

except they don’t, because unfortunately, all students have an innate love for school drama, and moreso love-related drama.

and thus, it begins.

“hey, lee chan, you like someone?”

“who’s the lucky girl?”

“is she in the class?”

“what’s she like?”

god. fucking. damnit.

all chan can do, at this point, is keep his head buried into his arms and pray to whatever deity overseeing the world that it would blow over quickly. what he doesn’t expect is for a voice that he would’ve gladly classed as an angel’s voice finally rings across the room, just as changbin opens his mouth to say something.

“knock it off, you lot. don’t harass him over it.”

though she defends him, and though the class backs off, gavin seemingly realizes they’d crossed a line, it doesn’t quite shake the little pang she has in her heart, and neither does it stop chan’s heart from beating even faster, the boy feeling as if he could die at that moment.

she’d stood up for him.

the girl of his dreams stood up for him.

the girl he could barely talk to, could barely pass a greeting to her without feeling awkward and/or freezing up, had stepped up for him.

it leaves a warm feeling in him, and he’s giddy for the rest of the day, something even wonwoo manages to pick up.

“something good happen?”

“yeah.”, he answers a little too quickly, and wonwoo cocks an eyebrow.

“did someone ask you on a date?”

“what? no, of course not, no one would date me-“

“you never know.”

and yet, wonwoo knows.

knows his little sister often gets caught, and catches herself sneaking small glances at his friend when they come over to his house to hang out, knows she pops by his room more often when chan comes over just to catch a glance at the boy, even if she disguises it almost flawlessly. knows that when she talks about chan, about wanting to be his friend, she does so with a small smile on her face, a small mention of wonwoo’s friend being ‘cute’. it makes the older boy almost sentimental, and he has half a mind to mutter, “ah, young love” as chan refutes his statement ferociously. what wonwoo does get, however, is a dramatized retelling of the incidents that had occurred in class the day before.

and wonwoo’s surprised by how much it had made sense.

now, she was never one to be particularly open about her feelings, but wonwoo just knew something was off with his little sister when she came home more tired than usual, clearly hiding something. instinctively, he’d thought she was sick, but upon a closer inspection, he’d realized that wasn’t quite the case. when asked about it, however, all she’d reply was,

“it’s nothing.”

it takes a few days of wonwoo gently pestering before she finally admits what’s on her mind.

“he likes someone.”

she doesn’t have to specify who that someone is for wonwoo to understand. and as soon as he hears chan talk about it, the pieces slide into place. and for a second, he even considers playing the matchmaker.

ah, but wonwoo wasn’t jeonghan. he’d rather much let them sort it out between themselves.

at least, that’s what he’d initially thought.

yet, a day later, jeon wonwoo finds himself at her door, sucking in a breath as he knocks.

“can i come in?”

“yea.”

thus, he lets himself in, a small smile as his sister nonchalantly welcomes him in, not even looking up from the book she’d been reading.

“still thinking about him?”

“shut up.”

he laughs at her response, inviting himself onto her bed.

“you know, if you want to know who it is you could just ask?”

“why should i. he doesn’t like me.”

wonwoo raises an eyebrow.

“how’d you reach that conclusion?”

“if he doesn’t feel that way, then why won’t he talk to me?”

oh.

chan, you dolt.

“i don’t think he hates you, he’s probably just awkward around you.”

“why?”

“ask him.”

with that, wonwoo gets up, having considered his words enough of an encouragement. whatever occurred after that, would happen.

and indeed, plenty occurs.

less than a week after wonwoo had spoken to his sister, she corners chan in the stairwell, having pulled him from the corridor where he’d been walking back to class with his friends.

needless to say, chan is perplexed.

completely and utterly confused at why she’d brought him there and a part of him wonders if he’s done something to piss her off.

“have- have i done something wrong?”, he almost wants to kick himself for stuttering, but what throws him even further off is her response.

“yeah. yeah, actually.”

fuck.

“um, i don’t know what i’ve done wrong, but i’m so so so sorry if i’ve hurt you or offended you in any way really if i’ve done anything i don’t mean it it’s just-“

despite her attempts to soothe him, the boy continues to barrel forward, words spilling out of his mouth faster than he can register what he’s saying.

“i just really really like you and i don’t know how to talk to you and i keep freezing up and i feel really bad because i don’t want to come off as an asshole towards you but i really don’t know what to do and i’m sorry-“, he cuts himself off to breathe, his brain finally processing his words.

as he does so, she places a hand on his shoulder.

“so, the girl you were talking about was me?”

chan nods slowly, eyes wide. god, he really should’ve just dug a hole and hidden in it forever. yet, here he stands, staring into her eyes, awaiting the rejection he’d been dreading. instead, he’s met with laughter. the kind of laughter than chan could only ever dream to hear.

“pfffft, that was it?”, she chuckles, pulling him into a hug.

“don’t worry, i like you too.”

chan stands there in her arms, stunned for a moment until he slowly wraps his arms around her. a part of him wonders if he’s suddenly died, and the place he’s in is heaven, or if he’s finally become so delusional he’s dreaming up such a scene. he’s proven wrong when he pinches himself, wincing and yelping from the pain. concerned, she glances at him.

“are you okay?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m okay. just.. finding it hard to believe i’m not dreaming right now.”

she smiles at his response.

“don’t worry. i’m as real as it comes.”

chan finds himself chuckling, holding her closer, choosing to merely relish in the feeling of finally being able to hug the girl he’d been crushing on since the day he first saw her.

#dino fluff #lee chan fluff #lee chan #loser chan brainrot go brrrr #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #seventeen fluff #he’s just so cute #what can i say #hiro brainrots #lee chan x reader

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rainyraisin · 1 year

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Been wanting to make this for a while and finally had the motivation, woo!!! Slightly inspired by the thirds comic going on rn and directly inspired by @cupcakeslushie ‘s Sep!au timeline (which means MASSIVE spoilers, wish I could read more this but I’ve been trying to find that option on mobile for a while and it’s just not appearing lmao)

I tried to draw the crying titan but failed lmao- (it’s a shitpost it’s fineeeeee/lh)

Sep!Don is so goofy silly/pos

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sunshinebarbie · 10 months

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a dish best served cold

pairing: Hyunjin x reader warnings: language, angry Hyunjin, toxic revenge mentality words: 3,367 parts: (one and done) VIP taglist: @axel-skz-main, about: you and Hyunjin have been dating for three years, one day while getting ready for date night you come across an article exposing Hyunjin for being unfaithful. You take matters into your own hands serving his least favorite dish. REVENGE.

a/n: here we go again with that angst. haha. honestly could you imagine doing this in real life?! i do not condone the actions mentioned...but also...if your soon to be ex is a POS then have at it. haha (but Hyunjin would never.)

*also side note... if you want to be part of the VIP taglist aka the permanent taglist just feel free to ask, that just means you will be tagged in all things i post that are Stray Kids related. or if you want i can tag you in reblog games and what not but just clarify what you want me to tag you in haha.

“Hyunjin getting cozy with mystery girl” the headlines read on the article that you pulled up on your phone. You could feel your device shaking in your palm as the cashier finished ringing up the last of your items. It wasn’t the headline that put you in a daze, but rather the picture. The clear proof in high definition.

There hidden behind some rose bushes at what looked like the same place you went on your first date, was your boyfriend of 3 years Hyunjin, and his lips were pressing a very sensual kiss to the neck of a girl who wasn’t you.

“that will be $218 and 38 cents” the cashier pressed a few buttons and looked at you. You put your phone on the small platform and opened your wallet to grab out your card.

As your fingers sorted through the various plastic cards you pulled out the first card you seen, and frowned looking at the thin plastic. It was Hyunjin’s card, he gave it to you for emergency purposes or if he wanted something and you had nothing to do, you would be able to get it for him without digging into your own funds.

“sorry, wrong card.” you sighed and were about to put the card back into your wallet when your brain hatched the most devious idea you could think of. “actually” you handed it the cashier. “it’s the right one”

The cashier swiped the card and handed it back to you “Approved” flashed across the screen as you put the card back into your wallet.

“have a good one” the cashier gave you your receipt.

Your phone buzzed it was Hyunjin. “$218?!” the text read followed by some laughing emojis. “can’t wait to see what you make” You didn’t reply. You put your items into the back of the ride and started your commute back to your apartment. Hyunjin was supposed to come by tonight for date night which is why you bought all of the ingredients to make his favorite dish.

You took a left down the fashion outlet street, the signs greeted you like old friends, each store begging you to come inside and look. The little angel and devil on your shoulders argued about your next move, but eventually one side won. The side that convinced you to pull off and walk into Louis Vuitton. You walked among the store displays and touched everything. Then you spotted it, the perfect purse that could make a statement. Being the statement said “this is what you get for cheating on me.” You flagged down a sales clerk and asked them to ring up the purse.

At the register the clerk totaled up your new purse to $2, 870. “uhm, I think I would like to see any matching wallets.” you smiled deviously. At the end of your Louis Vuitton splurge you spent almost $10,000 in one store.

You could feel your phone vibrate against your pocket, you looked at the screen it was Hyunjin. You ignored his call and walked to the next store. “GUCCI” the sign read proudly. You walked inside and did the same thing, picking out expensive but tasteful items.

Store after store you walked out with bags of new items, and you couldn’t wait to show Hyunjin all of them. Your phone was being filled with texts and calls from Hyunjin, all asking you to call him back and asking why his card was being charged for these items. Each call and text were ignored.

You were at your next stop, finding a bracelet to match the new purse you just purchased, that could look nice with the new dress you bought yourself. Your phone was ringing uncontrollably as the cashier smiled handing you your $800 yellow gold diamond Cartier bracelet.

“you have a good day.” she smiled “oh I am” you smirked and walked looking at the newest message from Hyunjin.

“you spent over $20,000 dollars!! WTF?!” you scoffed at his message and dropped your phone into your new Louis Vuitton purse.

You were buying a new pair of Versace sunglasses when your phone buzzed, it was Changbin. You tapped the green answer button and put your phone by your ear. “Hey Binnie” you put your sunglasses on and waved the cashier goodbye.

“you get your ass over to the practice room RIGHT NOW!” Hyunjin was shouting in the background. “uhm-” Changbin cleared his throat. “i don’t know what is going on, but I think you need to come over.” he mumbled.

“fine.” you smirked against the phone. “i’ll be there in 20 minutes” You hung up after hearing enough obscenities from Hyunjin.

You arrived to the JYP building where the boys were practicing, you could feel the anger in your stomach overpower your nervousness as you walked into the room.

Hyunjin looked up immediately and his eyes were full of anger. “Hyunjin” Chan tried to calm him down. “What the actual FUCK y/n!?!” he huffed and trudged towards you. Changbin and Chan stepped in front of him putting a wall between the both of you.

“what’s the problem?” you pulled your new sunglasses off and put the earpiece against your lips. “You’re joking right?! Or are you really this fucking stupid?!” he shouted trying to break through the wall that was Changbin and Chan.

You laughed and shook your head. “oh I'm fucking stupid huh?” you pointed to yourself. “that’s actually funny, at least I wasn’t trying to hide that I was screwing you over.” you mocked him.

“what?!” Hyunjin fumed “THAT WASN’T YOUR MONEY TO SPEND!” he shouted loudly, as Chan held him back. “and that restaurant wasn’t yours to take your little groupie to.” you argued back calmly.

“what? What are you talking about?!” Hyunjin shoved Chan off. You pulled out your phone and quickly opened the last tab on your internet browser. You shoved your phone into Hyunjin’s chest and turned to leave.

Hyunjin looked at the screen and his stomach dropped. “y/n” he sighed, changing his entire attitude. “no.” you sternly replied over your shoulder. Chan looked at the phone as Hyunjin handed it to him, the rest of the boys gathered to see. Felix and Han’s mouths dropped upon seeing the article, Changbin scoffed in disappointment in his friend, I.N stood silently, Lee Know and Seungmin shook their heads and looked at each other in disbelief.

“that was our-no that was MY place.” you turned back to Hyunjin. “I showed you that place! I suggested it to be our first date spot, and our anniversary spot every year.” you shook your head. “it was a mistake.” Hyunjin pleaded. “it was a mistake” you mocked his tone. “a mistake is going there on your own without me, a mistake is forgetting to tip the waiter, taking another girl there and kissing her is NOT a mistake, so keep that bullshit of an excuse and shove it.” you replied and threw his plastic card on the floor before storming out the door.

“Hyunjin” Chan looked at his brother and shook his head. Hyunjin looked at his members as they all shared an equal disappointed look on their faces.

Instead of arguing with them, he grabbed his bag and left out the door slamming it closed behind him. “well, I guess we’ll call it an early day.” Chan announced. “i’m going to get this back to y/n” Chan flashed the phone to the members. They all said their byes and left for the day as a dark tension lingered over the practice room.

Back at home you were shuffling through the various luxurious items that you purchased on Hyunjin’s dime. Sure it was petty, and if you were being honest, you really didn’t want or need any of this stuff. You just wanted a way to get even with him.

There was a knock on your door, you were hesitant to open it at first until you heard Chan call your name. You pressed yourself against the door and sighed. “are you alone?” you asked through the door. “of course, after that show, you really think I'm about to bring anyone else?” he chuckled.

You opened the door and let him in. Chan closed the door behind him, his jaw dropped in disbelief at the pile of luxury store bags all over the living room. “now, I'm not judging but-” he put a Gucci bag on the floor and sat down.

“i would be mad too.” he chuckled nervously. “yeah.” you picked at your nails trying to remain strong. “oh, here.” he handed you your phone back. “thanks” you smiled and put it down on the table. “do you want to talk about it?” he cleared his throat.

“not really” you replied and looked at him. “okay, but y/n, come on.” he gestured to the mountains of bags. “i’m not siding with anyone here, but Hyunjin is right, that wasn’t your money to spend.” he frowned. “I know” you scoffed. “i just-” you took a deep breath to keep from crying. “i just wanted to get some kind of revenge.” you added truthfully.

“Hyunjin worked hard for that money y/n” Chan added. “I know.” you sighed. “you think I enjoyed spending that money?” you stood up. “I felt sick every time the register said “approved”.” you held your tummy.

“but I kept spending because-I wanted him to feel what I was feeling” you added. “and did it help you?” Chan asked as he looked into the Louis Vuitton bag. “no.” you admitted. “it’s going to take him years to make back what you spent y/n” Chan sighed. “if you’re here to make me feel worse, you can leave” you turned to him.

“i’m just saying” Chan stood up. “yes, what Hyunjin did was wrong, it’s downright disgusting.” Chan sighed. “I suggest you do the thing you both should have done before either of you did what you did.” he headed towards the door. “which is?” You asked “talk to each other about it.” Chan shrugged.

Chan left out the door and closed it behind him. You waited for a moment to process Chan’s suggestion. And you hated to admit it, but he was right. You picked up your phone and scrolled finding Hyunjin’s number. You tapped his name and pressed your phone to your ear, the other line hummed as you waited and finally he picked up.

“what?” he scoffed in a cold tone. “uhm-I know I really fucked up.” you sighed. “but can you come over tomorrow?” you bit your lip “who is that?” a girl’s voice asked quietly on the other line, making your blood boil a little. “it’s just-no one.” Hyunjin replied. You could hear as she pressed her lips to his in a soft but loud kiss against the speaker of the phone. “we have practice all day tomorrow” Hyunjin finally replied. “maybe Friday.” he added. “sounds good, see you then” you quickly replied and hung up.

Your heart cracked loudly, it almost felt like you could hear it echo in the quiet living room. You looked around, it was just you, and all your items that Hyunjin “bought” for you. You sat down on the couch, and cradled your legs as close to your body as you felt comfortable. For the first time since you saw the article you let out a sob. Which lead to a waterfall of tears running down your cheeks.

The entire room was quiet aside from the sobs that fell from your mouth feeling the mixture of anger, resentment and heartbreak.

The next few days without Hyunjin felt too real, in the morning you still instinctively pulled out two mugs for coffee but when reality set in you put the second one back. You were still cooking enough to feed two people and had to toss any leftovers. Adjusting to the life of one was proving to be difficult. Your only distraction was playing some kind of online game with Felix and the never-ending memes Han would send to your phone.

Eventually Friday was here, you were vacuuming the carpet when the dreaded knocks against your door finally arrived. You inhaled a deep breath to calm your nerves and opened the door. Hyunjin looked at you and waited for you to invite him in. You gestured with you hand for him to enter and closed the door behind him.

“you want a drink or anything?” you asked while Hyunjin found a spot on the couch. “i’m good.” he replied with a nod.

“okay.” you twisted the ring on your finger and sat down across from him on the recliner. “so, I wanted to be civilized and talk to you about-” “-did I buy this carpet?” Hyunjin interrupted bitterly as he noticed a new carpet in the living room. “uhm, no.” you replied feeling a little annoyed.

“like I was saying, I wanted to be civilized and talk with you about this whole situation” you finally announced. “i think we passed the point of civilized when you spent over $25,000 of my money.” Hyunjin replied.

“okay, if you want to start it like this, then, I think we passed civilized when you decided to start fucking around behind my back.” you replied bluntly.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. “oh my god.” you scoffed feeling the hurt in your chest. “you-” you shook your head. “you really have no regrets?”

Hyunjin could sense the mood change, and could hear the hurt in your tone. “I can admit and will say I was wrong.” you looked at him as he slowly lowered his arms and unlinked them. “i shouldn’t have been irrational, and I shouldn’t have spent your money...I'm sorry.” you swallowed your pride. “i just-I just wanted you to feel what I was feeling when I seen that article” you looked down at your fingers.

“do you know how stupid I felt? Seeing you with another woman? My first thoughts were “what will my family say?”.” you sniffled “The only thing I kept replaying in my head was you meeting my family, and how much they loved your presence, how they kept asking if we are going to spend the holidays with them this year?” you swallowed any form of tears that were trying to escape. The last thing you wanted was for Hyunjin to see that he had that power over you.

“I haven’t talked to any of them since then because I am so embarrassed.” “i’m going to forever be the one who wasn’t good enough for Hwang Hyunjin” you added and looked down at the floor. “no,” Hyunjin finally spoke up. “no, y/n you-you're enough.” he assured you. “Obviously not.” you replied and looked him in the eyes.

“you are.” his voice cracked. “no.” you shook your head. “because if I was-we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We would be-” you chuckled to keep yourself from crying “i don’t know, cuddling on the couch right now waiting for our food to arrive, or eating lunch somewhere and talking about your crazy schedule to promote your comeback.” you swallowed another dry lump in your throat.

“i’m sorry y/n” Hyunjin’s lower lip trembled. “please, Hyunjin” you looked away. “don’t cry, don’t complicate this.” you requested.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he snapped back. “you weren’t crying when you were on your dates with your girl, and you weren’t crying when you went to her house, so don’t do it now.” you replied bluntly

“that’s a shitty thing to say, just because it doesn’t seem to be bothering you and you show no emotions, that doesn’t mean I'll feel the same way” he raised his voice a little bit. “because I am not showing emotions doesn’t mean I am not bothered” you replied. “you don’t know how hard it is, to wake up every morning and break the habit of taking out two coffee mugs, or how it hurts my heart so much to lay down on the bed and just wait for your body to lay down behind me, knowing that it is never going to happen ever again.” You could feel the stinging in your eyes daring you to cry. “i already told myself, I will not cry over this, because I didn’t do anything wrong.” you closed your eyes to compose yourself.

“you didn’t.” Hyunjin mumbled, you opened your eyes and looked at him as he shifted in his seat. “I-” his voice cracked. “I-I just feel like-like I fell out of love with you.” Hyunjin admitted through tear filled eyes. “but I was scared to tell you because we have been together for such a long time, that I couldn’t just be laying with you in bed and say “by the way, I don’t love you anymore”.” he wiped his tears away.

“that wouldn’t have been ideal” you replied. “but that would have been better than finding out through an internet gossip site.” you added.

Hyunjin nodded in agreement, “i’m really sorry y/n” he sniffled “please, don’t cry.” you looked away. “like I said it’s just going to make this drag out longer than it should.” you stood up and went to the dresser. “here” you pulled out an envelope and handed it over to him.

“what is this?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “i returned some of the stuff I bought with your money, well some of the stores were less than amused and didn’t refund a full price, and some had a no returns policy so you can just take the items” you turned to grab the rest of the stuff.

“no, you can keep them.” Hyunjin assured you and gently pushed the items back towards you. “Hyunjin.” you held the stuff out to him. He looked at you, his eyes filled with tears trying to break free. He grabbed the items from your hands and put them beside him on the couch.

“well, I better get back to the dorms” he stood up and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. He gathered the items and envelope of money. You walked with him to the door and pulled it open for him. “I know it’s not enough but, whatever the difference is I'll pay you back whenever I can” you promised. Hyunjin stepped out and started down the hall, you watched as he sulked down towards the elevator. You looked down at your feet and looked back up at him instantly.

“Hyunjin” you called after him and hurried to catch up to him as he turned to face you. He looked at you, like he wanted you to tell him you needed him still. Instead, you wrapped your fingers around your left-hand ring finger and pulled off the silver ring that Hyunjin gave you on your first anniversary. It was engraved with Hyunjin’s birthday, and he had one with yours that he wore on his ring finger too.

“here” you dropped it into his open hand. He looked at it and shook his head. “no, seriously this one...this one you should keep” he tried to hand it back to you. “i want to move on Hyunjin.” you finally felt the tears roll down your cheeks after being strong for too long. “i can’t have any piece of you to bring me back.”

Hyunjin closed the ring into his fist and nodded. “i love you y/n” he looked at you, his lips trembling. You shook your head and forced a smile, “no. You don’t” you touched his face softly and brushed your thumb against his cheek. “but, you once did, and we thrived because of that love. And it’s that love that is helping me respect your choice to move on to find another.” Hyunjin stood silently, his brain not being able to figure out what he wanted to say.

The elevator door opened, you smiled halfheartedly and caressed his cheek one last time. You turned away and walked back to your apartment door stopping at the entrance. You turned around and looked over at the elevator as Hyunjin pressed the button, he didn’t look up back at you signaling to you that it was truly over.

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Awkward - Part 1

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Part 2

angst/fluff

Summary: You and Sebastian haven't spoken since you broke up with him at the end of your 6th year, surely there won't be too much tension in your 7th year, right?

Authors notes: This is my first time ever writing a fic, let alone posting one on Tumblr! if you like it, please lmk and make sure to tell me if you want a part 2!

You knew that after what happened in 6th year, 7th year would be awkward. But you didn't think it would be THIS awkward. The long eye contact when you'd pass one another in the hallways, the tension when you were both trapped in a group conversation. It was all becoming to be too much. You and Sebastian haven't spoken ever since you broke up with him at the end of 6th year. You two had been getting ready to go home for the summer when you ended things. Sebastian had been hurt and confused, and tried to ask questions, but you didn't leave him with much of an explanation. Instead, you gave him some bullshit excuse about how you needed to "focus on your ancient magic." The truth was that you felt like baggage. After everything that happened in 5th year, you felt scarred. you'd often wake up in a sweat most nights, having had yet another nightmare of Professor Figs death. And in every quiet moment, you found yourself thinking of how you had failed those around you. You weren't able to save Anne, you got natty hurt, and by supporting Sebastian and his pursuit of dark magic you were continuously going against Ominis's wishes. The list goes on. The constant overthinking only worsened these ideas. You had begun to believe that all you did was hurt the people around you, hurt your friends. And Sebastian. Sebastian who had been there to comfort you when you thought about fig, lodgok, and those who died. Sebastian who had been there to help take the weight off your shoulders. Everything had been going so well until you began to realize how often Sebastian had been comforting you, how often his soft hands would wipe tears off your face. Sebastian hadn't been getting rid of your burden, but instead took some of the weight off to carry himself. And so, you ended things. You decided you weren't going to let Sebastian waste his time anymore. He needed someone who was light and easy, and that someone wasn't you.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts as you sit in a booth in the three broom sticks with Poppy to your left and Natty across from you. The conversation had been about the usual nonsense which included classes and whatever new beast Poppy found herself obsessing over. You had been laughing at a snarky comment Natty made until you heard the door to the pub open. You hadn't really cared to look and continued drinking your butter beer until Poppy whispered an "uh oh" before glancing at you sheepishly. You narrowed your eyes in question and put your cup down to look towards the door, when you saw who walked in, you weren't surprised about Poppy's reaction. Two Slytherin's pushed through the door and were engrossed in conversation. One Slytherin being your friend Ominis Gaunt, and the other being the only person you were trying to avoid. Sebastian Sallow. Avoid was an exaggeration as you didn't really have to try, seeming as Sebastian wasn't too keen on speaking to you either. The tension between you two was enough to make both of you keep the distance. Upon entering the building Sebastion searched the room with his eyes, almost as if he were looking for someone. When his eyes connected with yours you quickly averted your gaze and acted as though the floor was suddenly interesting. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you tried your hardest not to turn back around and get a second look. You only glanced up when you heard Natty's laugh across the table, "what's so funny?" you questioned. "nothing" Natty giggled out as a response as she and Poppy shared a knowing look "It's just that you two are moving around each other like cats and mice." Poppy nodded her head next to you in agreement with a sleek smile. "We are not! things are just awkward since we broke up, that's all." You whispered, fearing that the Slytherin might overhear the conversation. "You need to talk to him" said Poppy "He looks like a sad little puffskein ever since you broke up with him." Poppy jutted out her bottom lip at the last part, in an attempt to make a sad face. you rolled your eyes at this, "And say what? Hey sorry for breaking up with you, let's be best friends!" you remarked sarcastically. "How about you start with clearing the air." Natty offered "Ask him how he's been." you shrugged before putting your elbows on the table and resting your head in your hands.

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"Your lying!" Ominis pointed a finger at you accusingly. "I'm not! Many girls in our year find Professor Sharp handsome." you laughed. "And you must tell me this while we're on our way to his class? Oh, wait till Sebastian hears about this, ah speak of the devil." your eyes followed the direction of Ominis's blinking wand before you quickly looked away, seeing Sebastian making his way towards you. "Actually, I'll see you in potions Ominis, I think I see Gareth up ahead and I've been meaning to catch up." you blurted out. "Oh come on MC don't tell me you two still haven't spoken?" He phrased it as a question, but it was quite obvious he already knew what the answer was. You let out a sigh, "We haven't, but what's there to say Ominis? Things are just tense." You looked around the hallway uncomfortably. "Uhm there's many things to say." He responded like it was the most obvious thing ever. "Sebastian tells me that he doesn't even know why you broke up with him." Ominis looks at you accusingly, as if asking you something through his statement. "I already told him," You started, "We had to break up because I need to focus on my ancient magic." You tried your hardest to make your answer sound believable. Ominis rolled his eyes, "You do realize that boy has spent hours in the library reading about ancient magic to help you? If anything, being with him IS helping your magic." He responded, bluntly. You were about to retaliate until you saw Sebastian getting closer. "We can talk later Ominis." You said as you quickly parted ways.

You looked around and saw Gareth Infront of you. You sped up your walk until you were at his side. "Hey Gareth! ready for potions?" You questioned. The ginger had started on about how excited he was to try and make some new concoction today. You pretended to be interested in the conversation while you glanced over your shoulder to see that Sebastian had caught up to Ominis and they were now having a conversation about who knows what. You saw Ominis lean in to tell him something and before you knew it, Sebastians eyes were searching the hallway until they landed on you. His expression changed into a curious one as Ominis continued whispering to him. What could he possibly be saying? Could he be speaking about you? "MC, are you alright?" Gareth looked at you, puzzled. You brought your gaze back to Gareth, "Yes, sorry I'm alright. Just a little zoned out is all." you responded. "Well, did you hear what I asked?" you let out a huh in response. Gareth chuckled at this, "I asked if you would be my potions partner today. You're the only one who can handle my creativity." You laughed, "If creativities what you want to call it then ok. But yea I'll be your potions partner." you replied. "Great!" Gareth said as you two walked into class. You followed him to a table and took your spot Infront of a cauldron while Professor Sharp explained the instructions for the day. Today we had to work in pairs to make a basic invisibility potion. You and Gareth spent the whole of the class goofing around and playfully bantering until it was time to go. You began picking up your books when Gareth tapped your shoulder, "Would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade? I need to get something from Honey Dukes, and I wouldn't mind your company." You tapped your finger on your lip, pretending to think deeply about your answer, "Will you get me a sugar quill?" You questioned. "If that's what you want" The ginger said with a smirk. "Ok I'll go. Just give me a second to grab my stuff." Gareth nodded and left to go wait outside the classroom.

You had grabbed all your books and was about to leave the classroom when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and turn you around. You looked up to see that the hand belonged to no other than Sebastian. You looked at him with shock as you were practically touching his chest. As if only now noticing how close you were, his freckled cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he quickly took a step back. Despite his flustered state his expression had remained the same, angry. "Where are you going with Weasley?" He asked this with an accusatory tone to his voice, and a tinge of disgust as he said each word. Almost like they hurt to say. "We were just going to head to Hogsmeade" You answered, a bit confused that this was the topic of your first conversation since the breakup. His brows furrowed at your answer, and he scoffed, "To do what?" he shook his head, upset, before changing the subject. "Never mind that, after your done could you meet me in the undercroft? maybe around nine?" He tried to sound nonchalant when asking this, but you could see the pleading look in his eyes. "I suppose I could," You shuffled on your feet nervously, "What for?" you asked curiously, you tilted your head in question. "it's just..." He looked down noticing the grip he still had on your wrist. He quickly let go. "Well, you'll see when were there tonight." You looked up at him. You haven't been this close to him since you two broke up. You didn't get to see how much he changed over the summer. He grew a few inches taller, and if he was towering over you before, he was definitely towering over you now. His hair had gotten a little longer and a bit messier, but you weren't complaining. And His shoulders had gotten bigger and broader, he went from looking like a boy to a young man in your 7th year. And you definitely hadn't missed how his jawline grew sharper, and were those new freckles on his neck? And- stop. You blinked yourself out of your trance, having got lost looking at Sebastian and forgetting that you were supposed to be having a conversation. He was looking at you quizzically like he was trying to read your thoughts. "Well, I better get going, I told Ominis I'd study with him at the library." He seemed to think about his next words, "Besides, I don't want to make you late for your date. Weasley looks like he's growing impatient." And with that Sebastian grabbed his books and started to make his way out the room. You blinked a few times before realizing what he was implying. "Wait Sebastian it's not a-" He left the room before you could finish your sentence, "date." you muttered.

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