˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs four I one I two I three II gif credit - @/olympain
here are some clark kent stories i’ve read, loved, and reblogged. all the admiration for the writers who share their talent so generously. please be sure to read the warnings on each fic. and if you enjoy them, let the author know by a comment, reblog, or both! ♡
ᝰ.ᐟ key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I HC- hurt/comfort I ~S- implied smut
ꨄ︎ deadlines & (super) secrets I @spideystevie I F
clark’s repeatedly absent at work and you’re too inquisitive for your own good or three times you were suspicious of clark kent and the one time you got it right
ꨄ︎ one minute left to live I @bodhiscurls I A
the world is ending and superman has done all he can, but there's one thing left for clark kent to do and that's to stay by your side as the earth burns itself whole.
ꨄ︎ you didn’t kiss me goodbye I @/bodhiscurls I A + F
after an arguement with your boyfriend, clark kent does the unthinkable. he doesn't come home, doesn't kiss you goodbye and doesn't return until its midnight and you've fallen asleep on your sofa. good job, clark still has the goodnight kiss to redeem himself.
ꨄ︎ now that we don’t talk I @/bodhiscurls I A
clark kent has to prove himself that he's loyal, that despite his consistent wandering absences and emergency leave, he can be trusted to be chief editor at the daily planet. and that means having to ask the one person in the world who hates him more than anything to play pretend as his date (his wife) at the next gala. to show the world clark kent is loyal, the picture of stability and did not ruin his only serious relationship he's ever had.
ꨄ︎ eight legs too many I @iamgonnagetyouback I F
you panic over a bug and knock on your neighbor’s door for help. good thing your neighbor is clark kent. and he's stupidly hot.
ꨄ︎ foolish hearts I @tw1sters I HC
Loving Clark Kent is easy, but he seems to find letting you go even easier. At least, until Clark is forced to fully reckon with what it means to really lose you.
ꨄ︎ teacher!clark - single!mom hc I @plumisa I F
ꨄ︎ the version of you i’ll never know I @zziggerang I HC
You knew Clark had a past. Everyone does. But sometimes, in the quiet of your shared bed, the ghost of a woman you’ve never met lingers in your thoughts, Lois. You’re not jealous of her now. You’re jealous of the version of Clark she got to love before you. The one unscarred by loss. As your quiet insecurities rise to the surface, Clark holds you through your fears… while quietly wrestling with his own.
ꨄ︎ hanging up without saying ‘i love you’ prank I @/zziggerang I F
You decide to prank Clark by hanging up on him without saying “I love you.” It’s just a harmless TikTok trend, right?
ꨄ︎ reporter gets interviewed I @08luvmailz I F
ꨄ︎ drabble I @marvelimaginesyesplease I F + ~S
ꨄ︎ must be a secret admirer I @francixoxoxo I F
Clark is even worse at hiding your workplace relationship than he was at hiding his massive crush on you. A recounting of three times where Clark nearly gives the two of you away, just because his loverboy self can’t help it.
ꨄ︎ don’t be late I @katsu28 I F + A
if one thing is true about clark kent, it’s that he likes his coffee. he also likes the barista who makes it for him, but you don’t know that. all you know is that you like the really cute guy who comes in at the same time every morning and orders the same thing.
ꨄ︎ just a scratch I @octraiin I F
Your boyfriend shows up at your window late at night injured.
ꨄ︎ outfield I @familyvideostevie I F
You and Clark go to a baseball game.
ꨄ︎ megaphone to my chest pt2 I @alwritey-aphrodite I C
ꨄ︎ melt with you I @moonlight-prose I F + S
clark kent was a man of many talents. being the chef - the man who could whip up enough food to keep you sated and full for till the sun crested over the horizon and peeked through his windows - was one of them. but you were...a mess in the kitchen. so he decides to help.
ꨄ︎ dripping like honey I @/moonlight-prose I S
clark kent absolutely gets drunk eat pussy.
ꨄ︎ ice cream I @sunflowersteves I F + S
It was a particuarly hot day in Metropolis, why not treat yourself to some ice cream?
ꨄ︎ beach day confessions and first kisses I @fleurbly I F
ꨄ︎ clark kent thinks you’re avoiding him…you are I @raven-dor I A + F
ꨄ︎ state of grace I @auroralwriting I F
when another metahuman decides to relocate to metropolis, how is it that clark always gets swept up in situations like these? aka, how does clark kent end up falling head over heels for the invisible woman?
ꨄ︎ mastermind I @/auroralwriting I F
as one of the daily planet's most popular gossip column writers, clark is surprised to learn you're a genius when it comes to superman. he's also surprised to learn you aren't all heels and makeup
ꨄ︎ terminally ill!reader I @vaamppiraa I A
ꨄ︎ you light up the skies above me ao3 I @cremedelabrulee I F
You felt like a floosy, making heart eyes at Clark when he wasn't paying attention and sighing over Superman in your private moments. In an effort to feel not as awful, you would say to yourself that Supernova was the one who liked Superman. But you? You liked Clark.
ꨄ︎ cause i’m a punk rocker I @bippiti I F + A + S
you moved to smallville because you had to save your family's farm. it was a place you never wanted to stay at but also couldn't escape. then you met him: quiet, steady, and the one person who saw through your walls. slowly, without warning he became the part of you you didn't even know you were missing
ꨄ︎ the necklace I @404superman I S
You get Clark a silly little gift, a necklace with his ‘superman’ logo on it. He loves it when you bite it while he’s fucking you.
ꨄ︎ same old love pt2 I @supermanthisho I A + C
Clark’s meeting your parents for the first time and yet you’re the one on the verge of panic. Aka, reader has a strained relationship with her family and doesn’t want Clark to see how she fits into the dynamic.
ꨄ︎ shattered vows pt2 I @k-a-n65 I A
When Lex Luthor traps Superman in a kryptonite-laced prison, he exploits a hidden connection—an ordinary woman who once helped him to his feet. She becomes the perfect bait. But when she falls, everything Clark Kent thought he could endure shatters.
ꨄ︎ fangirl!reader I @dollfacefantasy I F
ꨄ︎ they call it puppy love pt2 I @vitoriadior I F
you used to have a dog with Lex. Now Lex uses "joint custody" of the dog as an excuse to stay in your life. When you start dating Clark, Lex holds the dog hostage. Luckily for you, Superman is always there for you.
ꨄ︎ out of harms way I @maikorian I A + F
there's no such thing as a 'normal' day in metropolis. monster attacks happen at least once a week and barely anyone is phased anymore. everyone's golden rule is that if something bad has already happened earlier in the day, then you would be safe for the rest of the day. unfortunately, this rule fails you when you decide to bring your daughter to the park and get caught up in a monster attack. its a good thing your husband just so happens to be superman and has a sharp ear.
ꨄ︎ superdaddy I @goldsainz I F
your five year old daughter does not understand why clark owns a superman suit in his closet.
ꨄ︎ kissing booth I @mcumorningstar I F
In an attempt to get closer to his crush, Clark offers to help with the school carnival… until he is assigned the kissing booth.
ꨄ︎ what happens in vegas, doesn’t stay in vegas…? I @14thgalerie I F + A
ꨄ︎ blind boxes and xray visions I @/14thgalerie I F
ꨄ︎ lovestruck and looking out the window pt2 I @tangledinlove I A + F
you see your friend clark without his glasses for the first time. he looks… oddly familiar
ꨄ︎ smallville nights I @springtyme I C
After the explosion, Clark brings you and your daughter back to his parent's farm to catch your breath. The house is quiet now, but inside, fear and guilt still echo louder than any blast.
ꨄ︎ the truth in blue I @happy74827 I F
Through a temporary life-threatening situation, you realize the quiet, awkward man you've honestly fallen for has been catching you in more ways than one
ꨄ︎ understandably so I @eulogiez I A + F
clark kent is overwhelmed by his affection for you, and your relentless lack of will to see it. a gift mishap in the planet office gives you the false pretense that clark’s just not that into you, leading to a dramatic turn of events between you two.
ꨄ︎ bimbo!reader I @missmookie I F + ~S
ꨄ︎ heartbeat I @athenalvss I A + F
Your greatest wish with Clark was to start a family, but life wasn't on your side. 
ꨄ︎ save the cat, get the girl I @oldesigns I F
when your cat went missing, there was a man willing to search for your fur baby to the ends of the earth to make you happy.
ꨄ︎ little white lie I @munsster I F
You think of the perfect excuse to get the attention of Metropolis’ finest firefighter.
ꨄ︎ camgirl!reader I @nympheagain I S
In which Clark Kent has a dirty secret. And it just so happens to be you.
ꨄ︎ different kind of kiss I @luveline I S
You realise nobody’s ever gone down on Clark before and aim to change that.
ꨄ︎ request I @/luveline I F
ꨄ︎ giving in I @/luveline I F
Clark is so completely oblivious to your flirting that you start to wonder if he even understands what flirting is. (He does, and he can prove it.)
ꨄ︎ two places at once I @cherrysinner I F
clark has to figure out a way to be at two places at once when half of metropolis is having an emergency on the night he's going to tell you his biggest secret. and also that he's superman.
ꨄ︎ just a taste I @certifiedskywalker I F
Clark has developed a habit of bringing you one of your favorite drinks when you’re working late at night at The Daily Planet. It’s a sweet gesture, but, considering that you’re falling in love with him, it’s also a torturous. Luckily, fate intervenes through the whims of a horny barista.
ꨄ︎ what he comes home to I @mattsmadness I F
When Clark Kent invites his coworkers over for supper, all he wants is for them to love his sweet, small-town wife; he just hopes they overlook the Superman decor she forgot to take down.
ꨄ︎ love, all night long I @barnesonfilm I S
clark makes pulling an all-nighter at the office worth it
ꨄ︎ the love list I @stevebabey I A + F
You’ve been in love before, okay? And it’s… alright, you guess. You’re sensitive. And you miss jokes, and you’re stuck wondering if it’s you who’s just not getting it. Love. Enter Clark Kent — mutual friend recently turned boyfriend, sweetheart, and small-town farm boy. Also the man who’s making you question everything you know about love. Which isn’t a lot. Better make a list.
ꨄ︎ missed calls and make-ups I @redrebecca I A + F
Clark stands you up on your first date. It turns out he has a pretty decent explanation.
ꨄ︎ thought i lost you I @rainymitskicain I A + C
Ever since a photo of you and Superman kissing was leaked and went viral, you have tried to keep a low profile. Never going public about your meta-human abilities or telling anyone besides Clark. While he uses his abilities to be Superman, your abilities come in handy at the end of the fight to heal him. When you get taken by Luthor, you start to understand the consequences of that picture.
ꨄ︎ stress relief I @pyronovas I S
Clark needs a moment out of his head and your hands, fortunately, worked like magic.
ꨄ︎ learning the ropes I @deakyjoe I S
Whilst writing an article on spicing up the bedroom, you’re surprised when your close friend volunteers to help you experiment and investigate.
ꨄ︎ the space where you forgot me I @danitcx I HC
Clark Kent had never raised his voice. His love was gentle, his presence steady. But when he began to slip away—through silence, missed dates, and unanswered texts—the quiet hurt more than any argument ever could. Until she decided to leave… and he realized the only way to save her was to show her who was truly behind the mask.
synopsis you moved to smallville because you had to save your family's farm. it was a place you never wanted to stay but also one you couldn't escape. then you met him: quiet, steady, and the one person who saw through your walls. slowly, without warning he became the part of you you didn't even know you were missing
a.n my longest fic to date. there will be a part 2 cause i didn't wanna make it too long. this part spans reader and clark relationship from childhood to late teens (ends with them just starting uni), reader will be a punk rock musician in the next part. also wrote the song lyrics myself so sorry if they're cringe lol not betaread
wc 10.2k (ik it's long but give it a chance!)
heads up slow burn, porn with plot, bestfriend clark, no use of y/n, reader is female, they get into a fight but they get over it, lana lang and peter ross are mentioned but their personalities are completely my own creation. clark is a munch, mutual loss of virginity, fingering, p in v, unprotected (wrap it b4 you tap it), mentions of car crashes, reader and clark are a audhd duo
You loved Blüdhaven. It was where you were born, where you’d been raised. The only time you ever spent outside of it was when you were visiting your grandparents in the summer. There was never much to do, but making friends with the cows and watching your grandma knit were admittedly things you liked doing. In moderation of course, 3 weeks out of the year in slow living was all you could handle.
Blüdhaven had loads to do, there were always events going on, concerts happening, new exhibits at the museum. Your class field trips were anything but boring, and you loved going on little adventures or “side quests” as you liked to call them with your friends. On the last day of school, you even got to have a water balloon fight after field day. You had walked home soaking wet but happy, smiling from ear to ear.
That smile quickly dropped when you saw the look on your parents' faces. Your mom had ushered you into the shower, bringing you neatly folded clothes and resting them on the countertop before telling you to come back to the living room once you were done.
As the steam curled around the patterned tiles, your thoughts ran wild with what they had to tell you.
Had they found out you had helped Amelia cheat during the math exam in April? Had your teachers told them you had accidentally dropped the paint in art class a few weeks ago? They had said you weren’t in any trouble though, that couldn’t be it.
You pondered like this for a few more minutes before your heart sunk into your stomach.
Your library book
It sat under your bed, mockingly collecting dust. It was 4 weeks overdue yesterday. You had been meaning to give it back, but you had accidentally tore the spine away from the pages after reading a particularly angering scene. Great. You were really in for it now.
Before you could think too much about what exactly your punishment would be, your mothers yelling pulled you out of your trance. Twisting the knob, the water came to a halt as you dried yourself off before changing into the clothes your mom had picked out. The pajamas were soft, but offered little comfort to your now terrified mind.
Carefully padding down the stairs, you sat in the chair across from the sofa, looking at the floor dejectedly before opening your mouth to apolgize. Your parents speak before you can.
“Sweetheart, we have some important news to tell you”
Your shoulders immediately relax, realizing that this isn’t going to be a lecture. But something about your dads tone has you nervous. What could be so important that they had to sit you down?
Pausing for a beat, he continues.
“So you know how we were planning on not going to the farm this summer? We were gonna have you go to that summer camp with your friends instead”
You nodded as he began again
“Well, Grandma and Grandpa have been having a hard time taking care of everything on the farm, you know they’re getting older. It’s hard to keep up with all the animals and crops when you’re our age let alone theirs” He moves forward slightly, linking his fingers together. “Grandpa had a scare yesterday, he almost fell while getting off the baler. He called us asking if we could come stay there with them.” He stops speaking for a moment.
You’re confused, and pretty upset. You go to the farm every summer, this is the only time in your 9 years of living that you’ve ever asked to stay back. Your best friends were going to Camp Ivy, you had asked months before and now you were going to have to go to that stupid farm again while all of them had fun. Without you.
Great, just great.
Digging your nails into your palm, you stiffen a little as your mother continues where he left off.
“We said yes, but we aren’t just going to be staying for the summer, we’re moving there permanently”
Your heart stops for a moment. You’re genuinely at a loss for words. Your mother reaches out her hand, to comfort you, you think. But you quickly move back, the tears you were holding back move freely as you get up and run into your room. You let your body hit the bed, crawling under the covers as you put your pillow over your head to muffle your crying.
Your life is officially over. All of your friends, your teachers, everyone you know was going to forget about you while you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. Great. Just great.
You wake up the next day and on your way to the bathroom catch sight of the outfit you had worn yesterday, you had been so happy when you had gotten home and now you were just like the shirt. Crumpled up, dirty, and in desperate need of a wash.
Your parents had given you space, but within the next few days you had already begun to pack. Your whole life soon was boxed away and put into a truck as you got in the car. It would take 2 days to get to Smallville.
In all honesty it doesn’t fully even set in that you're moving, your mind warps it into being just another summer trip. But for some reason, the minute your head hits the hotel pillows in Indianapolis it really hits you.
In all honesty, you should’ve seen it coming. For a while now they had been talking about moving (they didn’t know that you’d heard them of course, it was always after bedtime). Also Grandma and Grandpa needed help, they were strong but even you couldn’t do all that work on your own. Even though you were upset you were leaving everything you knew behind, you would rather do that than make your parents stay unhappy and your grandparents stay overwhelmed. Sighing, you let yourself sink further into the pillow, closing your eyes as you drift off to sleep.
The next day is spent the same. Staring off out the window. You had tried to read, but your motion sickness forbade it, feeling nauseous before you could even turn a page. As you watched the sky darken and rain begin to come down, you let yourself day dream about what you would be like if you were a character in the book. Maybe even the main character. It was fun, and as you got lost in the scenario the sun slowly moved further west, gently hiding as it fell past the horizon.
It’s late when you reach the farm, your eyes open after what feels like hours as you stretch softly. Your mom opens the backseat door, and you get out. The air is refreshing, warmer than you remember it being, but comforting nontheless. Your grandparents are already asleep as you quietly open the door. Your things would arrive tomorrow, the movers had said they’d arrive sometime between 8am and noon.
The house, like the farm it resided on, was massive, to you at least. Out of the 5 bedrooms of the house, you had your own special one, decorated mostly with things your grandma had crotched or knitted.
You let your backpack hit the floor as you took a shower to get the long car ride off your body. After changing you stayed up to finish the last few chapters of your book.
-
The next few weeks weren’t like anything you had expected, The fomo of not going to summer camp and the harsh reality that you wouldn’t be going back to Blüdhaven really set in, and you struggled to do much more than lounge around on the couch all day. Even the animals could feel the resentment you had. The last time you tried hanging out with the cows, they had basically run off.
You spent most of the day either watching old black and white films with grandpa, watching grandma knit, or reading. You had been evicted out of your room after you had been “in there too much” according to mom.
Now you would read sitting in the cornfields. At first it was kinda scary because they were tall and when they moved it almost sounded like someone was behind you, but you got used to it. May was ending and you were feeling more miserable than ever, so it didn’t really come as a surprise to you that your parents were sitting you down in the kitchen later that morning.
You were having a staring contest with the gingham tablecloth as your parents went on and on about how they were “concerned for you” and how you “needed to make more friends” honestly, did they expect you to just forget about all the ones back home? Making new friends now would be accepting the fact that they weren’t going to be your friends anymore. The thought of that made your eyes sting and before you could even think about it you abruptly stood up, tearing your eyes away from the cloth as your palms made an echoing thwack sound as they hit the table.
Before your parents could open their mouths, you turned around and ran, the door shut loudly as you ran. You winced, you hadn’t meant to be so rude but you couldn’t help it. You had obsiously been upset, they hadn’t even thought about what it would mean, making new friends. The tears flowed freely down your cheeks as your arms pushed against the neverending cornstalk. You didn’t know where you were planning on going, but you knew for a fact you couldn’t stay on the farm. They’d come looking for you, and the last thing you wanted was your parents to look at you with the eyes they’ve been giving you recently. Always a little sad. You hadn’t been able to put your finger on it for a while but you had finally realized what it was, pity.
The gentle breeze and the moving of the plants hid your quiet sniffles. You continued to walk for what felt like hours. Once you hit the fence that marked where your farm ended, you made your way to the side of the road as you continued walking. The sun was fully out now, it was probably mid afternoon. You were starting to get thirsty, but your pride wasn’t going to let you turn back now, you were in too deep.
Just as your feet started to ache a little bit more, you began to make out what looked like a farmhouse. You continued walking just off the road, and as you got closer you came face to face with a mailbox. Leaning your head to the left you noted in bold white letters, KENT was written on the side. You contemplated for a moment what you should do. You hadn’t spoken to anyone but your family for nearly a month so you weren’t sure if you would sound stupid or not, but the dryness in your throat quickly made the decision for you.
Oh well, even if the Kents were your grandparents' age, maybe you could befriend them. That would shut your parents up. Could you be friends with people your grandparents age though? Before you could deliberate any further you had reached the porch. You stopped, looking side to side for someone outside. After seeing nobody you exhaled, straightening your back and looking at your parents eye level. Most adults are that height and that way they wont have tio stare at your head when you open the door, the long hike you took here probably messed up your hair, and that wouldn’t make for a good first impression. You knocked on the door. Once. Twice.
The door slowly creaked open and you were confused when you didnt see someone looking down at you, as you let your eyes fall back to normal your breath got caught in your throat. Looking back at you wasn’t someone your grandparents age, not even your parents. He loooked as old as you, maybe older cause he was a little bigger than you. And his eyes were bluer than you thought was possible. Bluer than clear skies, the oceans you had seen, even your markers.
You both stared at each other for a moment before he opened his mouth.
“Hi, can I help you?”
Around 50 thoughts ran through your mind, all slamming into each other and making you stare at him blankly for a second or two.
“Um hi I took a walk, a really long one, longer than I meant to at least-” before you let yourself ramble and make yourself look even stupider than you already have, you shake your head before speaking again, more coherently this time. “Could I get some water? I think i’m dehydrated”
He smiles at you, cheeks caving into dimples as he pushes the door open. “Of course! I’ll have Ma get you some, she’s making some rhubarb pie, if you stay long enough you can have some too!”
You’re pretty shocked at the instant kindness and welcome in your random arrival, but you feel yourself smiling, truly smiling, for the first time in weeks. “I’ve never had Rhubarb pie before, but it sounds good”
He gapes at you for a minute, before beginning to ramble about how it’s the most perfect, amazing dessert to ever exist. You listen intently, following him further into the house after you take your shoes off. Clark, who tells you his name after he proclaims his love for rhubarb pie, brings you to the kitchen.
A woman with wavy brown hair turns around, meeting your eyes with a smile as she shakes your hand gently. “Hi! I’m Martha, it’s nice to meet you! You’re (Grandpa and Grandma’s names)” grandbaby aren’t you?”
You nod, somewhat surprised that she already knows who you are. Whenever you visit you stick mostly to the farm, rarely going out more into town. Knowing your grandparents, they probably gushed about you to their neighbors so you shouldn’t be too shocked.
You sat down at the table, a glass of water in hand. Martha asked how long you were going to be staying, and Clark perked up when you said you’d moved here permanently.
“Does that mean you’re going to go to Weisinger?” He asks
You nod, you’re pretty sure that’s the elementary you’d be attending. It is the only one in Smallville after all. Behind you, grabbing a pie tin Martha assks.
“What grade are you going into honey?”
“Fifth grade” You smile at this, at least after this year you would get to be out of elementary. You were excited to go to middle school, it seemed more grown up.
After hearing that, Clark says that he’s going into fifth grade too, and you smile wider. A friend. You had actually gotten a friend.
As June began, so did the slump you had been in. You had been driven home later that day, with two tupperware, one full of pie, and another full of casserole. Martha had insisted. You waved goodbye to her and Clark as you sheepishly stepped inside. You heard quick shuffling, you steeled yourself, ready to get yelled at.
The last thing you expected was to be wrapped in an enveloping hug. After a more concerned than angry lecture, you held out the tupperware for them and told them all about the very interesting day that you had.
You spent the rest of the summer having fun, mostly with Clark. You guys caught fireflies at night (you always let them go, it was fun watching them all come out at once), climbed and fell off of hay bales, started a book club made up of just you two, and tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to teach him the guitar. You introduced him to your favorite series, loaning him books that you would read together in the corn fields. By late August you even pinky swore. From that day on, you two were officially best friends.
-
Adjusting to Weisinger was hard at first, you weren’t used to such small classes. It didn’t help that everybody knew everybody, most of them since birth, but Clark made it easier. He introduced you to his friends, and soon enough you had a new little circle. The school year went by fast like it always did, and soon enough you were getting ready to go to Junior High. You didn’t feel as grown up as you thought you would, but it was exciting nonetheless.
That was until you got your schedule back. Unlike in Elementary school where you just had one teacher that taught you all the subjects, in middle school you had a different teacher for each one. When you compared your schedule to Clarks, your heart sank. You didn’t have any classes together, only lunch. Ever the optimist, he could sense your frustration. He reassured you.
“We still have lunch together, don’t worry. Besides we have a promise don’t we? I’d never let myself drift away from my best friend” He smiles, and you feel your heart skip a beat. You shove him a little before bringing your hand up to his, pinkies interlocking as you smile.
Clark, as usual, was right. Your classes were still full of people you knew, as moving here like you did was pretty rare. Most of them were boring, but some classes you always looked forward to. The two main ones were English and music.
Over the summer the ‘Book Club’ you had with Clark turned into a writing club, you had exhausted all the books both of your parents thought you were mature enough to read, and so after putting your heads together you decided to just write your own stories.
You both went about it differently. Where Clark was methodical, direct, almost documentative, you were more metaphorical, lyrical, introspective.
It was fun seeing how the other would have such different takes on prompts, and class gave you an oppurtunity to imporve your skills.
Music was also like that, but instead you got to play on an electric guitar. You had wanted one since you had first picked up an acoustic, but your mom insisted that playing on an acoustic would “sharpen your skills”. She was right, it had been what she had done when she learned how to play. Nothing could beat the adrenaline rush you got when playing an electric for the first time though. It felt like the notes itself were flowing through your veins. This was definitely something you could get used to.
Clark and you still hung out at least twice a week. Sometimes you did homework together, trying and failing to work on math. Two heads is better than one didn’t apply to you guys when it came to anything math related. Other times you wrote lyrics as he wrote up things for the daily announcements, it let him write about stuff the way he wanted. You guys were great.
You two had somehow gotten even closer, you were both rarely seen without the other during breaks. In seventh grade you had three classes together, that was fun. And going into eighth, you only had one. Anything was better than nothing though, and you quickly settled into the new routine.
It was orgnaized chaos, until yesterday at least.
As you guys were biking home from school Clark told you about a crush he had one one of your classmates. Not just anyone though, he had a crush on Lana. Lana Lang. The perfect, beautiful, frustratingly nice Lara Lang. You almost crashed your bike when he told you, but luckily a rock you passed over hid it for you. Truly a blessing in disguise. You listened to him talk about her, offering input on how he should ask her out. He thought he didn’t have a chance, but you convinced him otherwise later.
As you had predicted she had said yes to him, and they had a date planned for Sunday. It wasn’t anything too crazy, just getting ice cream and biking to the creek. He admitted he was nervous though, because he didn’t know if it was normal to kiss someone after a date. You didn’t really know either, it’s not like your parents talked to you about things like this, and you didn’t have an older sibling to ask, so you both tried to figure out what the social norms were. After deliberating for hours (20 minutes) you guys thought that before she went back to her house, he would kiss her if it felt right.
That followed another long discussion about what “feeling right” meant and how he would know. One of the things you and Clark had in common was not really understanding social situations at times. While he had to actively identify them and figure out how to react, you had a hard time reacting in what you knew was the “normal” way. It was nice having someone that you didn’t have to pretend all the time around, and you think he appreciated having someone besides his parents that he didn’t have to constantly overthink around. He could be honest with you, blunt even.
That’s why it didn’t really shock you when he asked you a question the next day. You’re in your bedroom- him at your desk, writing; you at the foot of your bed, practicing chords. The question itself does surprise you, though.
“Do you think we could kiss? For practice at least, I don’t wanna kiss Lana badly. That would be a nightmare.”
You pause for a moment, accidentally playing a chord a little flat before you laugh. He looks back at you and you laugh, shaking your head.
“Practicing sounds smart but are you sure? You’d be losing your first kiss to me instead of her.”
He contemplates for a moment before responding. “I don’t think I would, besides I'd be your first kiss too so it would balance out.”
It’s your turn to think now, and after a moment of deliberation you nod your head. What he said is logical, besides you don’t really mind losing your first kiss to Clark, you’ve known him for a long time and he’s one of the few people you fully trust.
“How should we do it? Also do you mean like right now?” You put your guitar to the side, leaning to your right and cracking your back.
He gets out of your chair and sits in front of you. It isn’t awkward per se, it never is with the two of you, but something is different. He looks at you differently than he normally does. You don’t know how to describe it, before you can contemplate longer he interrupts your thoughts.
“If you dont mind, that is. You do know that you can tell me no, right?” He looks at you a little worried but that disappears when you smile.
“Yeah yeah, I know.” looking at him. Both of you sit still for a minute again before he grabs your hand, gently tugging you closer. You can feel your heartbeat thrumming. He tells you to not be nervous, and before you can quip out a retort, his lips are on yours. It’s an interesting feeling. He’s warm, like always and the hand that had pulled you closer is slowly bought up to your face. A second later your eyes are opening as you both simultaneously pull apart.
“How was that? Was it bad?” He asks
You think about it for a moment, but after seeing him get more nervous you reassure him it was fine. You were just trying to figure out how to describe it. You’re careful to not sound overly enthusiastic, and for the first time since knowing him, you lie to Clark. Lie might be a stretch, it’s more of a half truth. I mean it’s not like you could tell him that you liked it, or that you wanted to do it again. Lana. Pretty, perfect Lana. You shove whatever confusing emotions youre feeling down as you and Clark go back to normal, he’s still sitting on the floor with you , but now he’s to your left, reading over your lyrics and helping you edit them while you keep playing chords trying to figure out what sounds right.
You find yourself dreading Sunday. The usual excitement you have for the weekend is dampened when you remember how it’s going to end. You’re supposed to be happy for Clark, be the one cheering him on from the sidelines. So why is it that you’re struggling so much to do it?
And so like you always do when you’re feeling things you don’t fully comprehend, you grab your journal. The leather is worn around the edges, and you pull the thin bookmark to the side as you begin to write. You write in pen, it doesn’t fade like pencil does, but it makes for a very annoying writing utensil when you seem to be writing all the wrong things. Three hours and much more pages later, you read over the lyrics you’ve scrubbled down.
You said she makes you happy, so why can’t I breathe?
I smile like I mean it, but it cracks my teeth
I tell myself it’s nothing, just a shadow in my mind,
But when your eyes find hers the colors start to blind
You groan, getting angry but not having the heart to strike what you’ve written. You drop your journal at your desk and grab your backpack, you have algebra homework due.
You should’ve known Clark would come straight to yours after dropping her.
Your parents just let him in now, the only thing that you need to hear to know he’s here is the special knock you both came up with last summer. You perk up, composing yourself and making sure you don’t look like you’ve been wallowing in self pity for the last few hours like you actually are. You open the door with a smile. Clarks eyes meet yours and you quickly usher him into your room, pulling out some snacks as you sit down.
He tells you everything, what the bike ride to hers was like, all the mosquitos that bit him, what she was wearing when she came out. Red shirt and blue jeans with some grease on them from working on a car project with her dad. They had gone to get ice cream, he was still being assaulted by mosquitos. He got vanilla cone, she got bubblegum. They ate their ice cream then biked haphazardly to the creek, then sat and talked.
You followed along, you were happy for him, and all seemed to have gone as smoothly as could be imagined.
“Once the sun got closer to setting we biked back to hers and before she left she leaned in and hugged me. I think she pecked my cheek? I got really nervous and kinda forgot. I did smile at her at least, and hugged her back. But duh who wouldn’t hug someone back if they were- anyways yeah then she went inside, and I came here.
The excitement you had for him earlier much to your dismay only increased when you heard how it ended.
You hugged him, told him he did a good job, and hung out for a few more minutes.
It was getting late, and you guys had school in the morning. You gave him your algebra homework before he left, telling him to follow the steps you did to get the right answer. You made sure to mention that your dad had looked over it to make sure you were right. The last thing you needed was to be wrong while trying to help other people. He thanked you and you walked him down, giving him another hug and waving as biked off.
You closed the door behind you, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. As you turned around to go back upstairs the whole family stared at you from the living room, the movie on the tv being all but forgotten. Just illuminating their faces as they gave you a collective look that screamed ‘I know something you don’t’. After a second you went back to your room upstairs, catching a sliver of conversation as you did.
“When are they going to get together”
“Oh hush ma, what if she hears you?”
“Oh please, I’m sure she already likes him”
Your heart quickens a bit as you make your way up.
This is really bad, what are you going to do?
For the first summer since moving to Smallville, you and Clark don’t spend basically everyday together. Sure, you still hang out at least once a week, but the feelings you were trying to deny are just getting stronger and you don’t know what to do with them. You write more songs now, and for your birthday your parents finally got you an electric guitar. They complain about the noise if you play too late, but you know that they don’t mind, not really. You even build more on the lyrics you had written down a few months ago back when you really didn’t know what was going on. You glance over the page, playing the chords you had color coded with highlighters as you hum along.
You talk about her like she hung the sky
And I'm nodding along just to get by
You laugh and I crack a little more
Staring at the shoes I wore to your front door
I’m the margin where your thoughts begin
The line you cross then write again
You talk about her, I laugh on cue
Fold up my feelings, just like you do
I swear i’m happy and it’s half true
But I still wish she was me to you
It’s frustrating, feeling this way. You should feel happy for him, you do feel happy for him. But you can’t help it.
You go to bed restless that night.
That fall was the worst harvest Smallvilles ever had. Some of the farmers had crop loss so severe that they had to sell some of their animals. Smallville was as tight knit as they come, and so people helped each other out where they could. You and Clark worked together, opening a small food pantry for those in need.
Because of the rough start to autumn, back to school morale was at an all time low. That coupled up with the fact that this was your first year of high school made your nerves all the more worse. You tossed and turned restlessly before deciding to just get up. You walked to your closet, pulling on a pair of comfy shorts before biking over to Clarks. His room is on the second floor, but he always leaves the first floor studys’ window unlocked so that you can come over if you need him. You leave your window open, he manages to get up somehow, you don’t really know how but you don’t ask questions.
After pulling the window up and avoiding making any creaks or noises, you contort yourself into the house. Gently going up the stairs you reach Clarks door. You knock quietly.
After a few seconds Clark comes to the door. He clearly hasn’t slept yet either, and his shoulders relax as he sees you. After letting you in, he closes the door behind you.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
You drop onto his bed responding with a hum. “I blame it on nerves”
“How come you’re nervous?” a familiar weight joins you on the mattress.
“I dunno, it’s nothing really”
His eyes narrow a little before laying down, you’re both laying horizontally on the bed now, knees to the edge. “You’re lying”
“No i’m not”
“Yes you are”
“Am not”
“Are too”
You roll your eyes, looking to the side before staring at the ceiling. The fan moves along lazily, doing little to cool the burning you felt in your face
“High school just seems scary, after this I either have to get a job or go to college. Either way, i’ll be leaving Smallville and leaving Smallville means leaving you. And the last time I left behind my friends we basically stopped speaking all together save calls on our birthdays. I don’t know if I can handle that. And I know it sounds dumb-”
He cuts you off, he looks at you, and you can feel it. Meeting his eyes you look back at him, they’re still the same shade of blue. Bright, blinding, beautiful.
“We aren’t gonna stop being best friends just because you move y’know. We made a promise. We keep our promises.” His pinky intertwines with yours and you can’t help the smile that reaches your face.
“I know I know, but we’re both only going to get busier. Me with my music and you with your writing. We’ll join clubs, you’ll finally ask Lana out and i’ll probably go out with Pete”
“Wait Pete Ross? Of all people, why Pete?” He gets up, leaning back on his elbows, looking at you in disbelief
Immediatley you feel defensive, you get up too, mirroring him. “Why not? We have music together and he’s pretty cool.”
“Well I don’t know, he seems” Clark pauses for a moment. Knowing him he’s trying to figure out how to say a not so nice thing in a nice way. He settles on calling him “Unique”. You scoff getting up feeling anger start to bubble up in your chest.
“Ok I dont understand why you can’t be supportive of who I want to date when I've been your number one when it comes to you and Lana” You start to walk towards the door. Before you can make he grabs your arm, stopping you. You flinch, he’s holding onto you, hard. He lets go immediately, apologizing.
“Look I didn’t mean it like that, I'm sure he’s great.” His hands come up to his neck, scratching it softly. He’s lying, you know it. Great. Just great.
You had given him the decency to be happy for him and Lana, so why couldn’t he even pretend to be happy for you? It wasn’t even like you guys were together. You pushed out a quick goodbye and made your way quietly down the steps. You had never left his house feeling worse than when you had come, but apparently there was a first time for everything.
You knew he’d be waiting to bike with you in the morning, so you left for school half an hour early. Your mom looked at you skeptically before handing you your lunch. After saying bye to your grandparents, you left.
You honestly don’t know if you were even hiding how shitty you felt. Last night kept playing on loop, and you dreaded the day ahead as you got closer to your new home for the next four years.
Smallville High seemed huge and intimidating to you in the past, but you were older now. If you looked close enough, you could see the grout chipping off the bricks. You looked up, seeing SMALLVILLE HIGH SCHOOL in bold red letters. They loomed over you mockingly.
Letting out a sigh, you made your way into the mostly empty halls. Checking your watch, you still had some time before first period, so you decided to go to your music class and scope out the place. It wasn’t grand by any means, but it was a huge upgrade from junior high. The room was small, cosy. There were rows where the choir would sing, and along the side of the wall opposite lay an assortment of instruments. Guitar, bass, drums. There were also cases, you assumed, for the band and orchestra instruments.
While you were busy exploring your new school, Clark had arrived at your house. He had some of Ma’s oatmeal cookies with him, they were your favorite, and he really was sorry. He felt even worse after your mom told him you had left early. Said it was something about trying out for band. She had looked at him with pity, like she knew something he didn’t. Smiling and nodding, he turned around and picked up his bike.
Since when did you want to do band?
The first bell rang and you made your way to class. The first period of the day was history. It was a subject you liked, but your teacher Mr. Jensen seemed to have a natural talent for making the most interesting of things boring. As his monotone voice dragged on you felt yourself nodding off a little before someone to your right nudged you gently.
Looking over, you noticed Pete Ross of all people signaling his head to the board. You almost laughed, how ironic.
The rest of the day passed with a similar vibe, you were exhausted and if you had to do one more ice breaker you were going to slam your head into the wall. Everyone already knew everyone so what was the point? At least you hadn’t seen Clark today though, small wins.
Speaking of Clark, he had spent almost all day trying to spot you, this year you guys didn’t have any classes together, or lunch so he had resorted to wasting his passing period. Not like he really needed it to get to class on time. He bit on the inside of his cheek, he had really messed up this time.
-
The following 3 weeks were some of the worst you had ever had. You didn’t know if it was because you had been ducking Clark, or if it was because your music teacher seemed to hate everything you had to offer. He said your music was “too rough” and it would lead to “sin”.
As if.
You rolled your eyes, getting angry just thinking about it. You tried to write new songs, but you kept on turning back to one of the earliest pages of your journal. The page was worn out more than the ones surrounding it, and was dotted with a few old tearstains. You flicked your pen back and forth before writing
I wrote your name in every line
You traced hers over it, realigned
I was the echo you never heard
Just background hum beneath your words
This was getting really pathetic, you knew you were in the wrong by now. He had tried to apologize and you had been too upset to forgive him. You steeled yourself, and decided that today was the day. You grabbed your bike, and headed over to the Kents.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, you honestly thought you were going to throw up. You took deep breaths as you walked up to the porch.
Clark. This is Clark. The same guy that cried when he saw ant piles disappear in the rain, the same Clark that walked a mile with you on his back when you were 10 because you scraped your knee playing. You’re fine, he’s fine, you guys will be ok.
You knock on the door
It opens and familiar green eyes meet yours. Lana Lang. She smiles at you, but it doesn’t fully reach her eyes.
“Oh hey, you! So good to see you?”
“Yeah, you too Lana, is Clark here?” Your resolve is crumbing by the second, your feet itch with the urge to just turn around.
“Clarkie? Yeah he’s here, do you want something?” She bats her eyelashes at you, waiting for a response
You grimace at the nickname. Clarkie? Really?
“Uh yeah, I wanted to talk to him actually, can you just send him out? Or I can come in-” As you say that she closes the door so that just her face peeks out.
“I’ll see if he can come out” She smiles at you, then slams the door in your face. And so you wait. And wait. And wait. Three minutes turns into five, and before you know it it’s been fifteen minutes. You’re contemplating just leaving but the door opens again.
You perk up, expecting Clark but it’s Lana at the door instead. Something is different about her though, your eyes narrow and you notice the lipstick she had on earlier is almost gone, smudged around the corners. Her face is flushed, and she’s breathing heavily. You feel yourself start to get sick.
“So sorry love but he’s too busy to come talk right now. Maybe some other day?” She doesn’t even let you speak, and closes the door in your face. Wow.
What you didn’t know is that Lana hadn’t even told Clark you had come, when he asked who it was she said it was just some delivery man that had gotten the wrong address.
They had been working on a piece for the Smallville Torch, his first issue was a big deal and he had wanted a second pair of eyes. He had tried going to you, and you needed space. Lana had offered and he didn’t see the harm in it. He wasn’t really expecting her to just abandon helping him though, she basically out of nowhere had started to give him the look and started to kiss him. He didn’t mimd, but he really needed to work on the piece.
After giving her some more pecks he got back to work. Lana had left the room saying she needed to use the restroom, but he heard the front door open.
He honed his listening in, and when he heard Lana telling someone that he was busy he was confused, then he heard your voice. You sounded hurt. It dawned on him then, what had actually been going on.
Ever since you guys had that argument, he had gotten kinda lonely. All of his other friends had told him to just find you and apologize again, but he knew you wouldn’t really accept it until he had given you space. He had started to hang out with Lana more, and more, and she always acted weird when you were brought up. He put his head in his hands, god he had really done it this time. He was ripped out of his thoughts when the door opened and a smiley Lana had waltzed in. He told her to leave nicely, or so he thought. She started crying, asking what she did wrong. When he wouldn’t give her an answer, she started to yell. At least Ma and Pa weren’t home, they wouldn’t have liked to hear him speak that way to a lady, even if she was hurting him.
As he walked her back to the stairs, she kept on talking, but about you now. Started saying all kinds of awful things and if he hadn’t known better he would’ve cussed her out. He closed the door as she left and went back to his room to try and figure out how to fix this mess.
You’ve been crying for a good hour by now, you can’t help it. You keep on trying to tell yourself that he’s just a friend but you can’t help the way your heart aches. You can’t deal with it anymore. You open the all too familiar page in your journal and write the final chorus to the song.
I’m the silence when you need a friend
The start of stories that never end
You talk about her, I know you should
She makes you smile the way I wish I could
And maybe that’s just how it goes
Some hearts stay hidden, some never show
As you finish the last line, the ink is still wet as you make your resolve. If you can’t get rid of the feelings you have for Clark, you’ll just shove them down.
You lay in bed trying to figure out what chords are gonna be the best for your song when you hear your window start to creak open. You don’t tense up, but you are thankful that your tears had stopped flowing a few hours ago.
A weight dips into the bed in front of you, and as you look up your heart breaks just a little bit. Sitting at the foot of your bed is Clark. His clack curls lay messily on his head, he’s looking at you apologetically, and you don’t miss the redness in your eyes as he stares. He’s been crying, the poor thing.
You don’t even speak, just letting your guitar rest softly on the bed as you move to stand up in front of him. Standing, you cradle the head of the boy sat beneath you. You can hear small sniffles as he begins to apologize. Your fingers toy with his hair gently, as you apologize to him too.
“And I’ve been meaning to tell you, honestly I was just going to tell you tomorrow, but me and Lana are done” His voice shakes slightly as he nuzzles his head further into your stomach.
Whatever anger that you had immediately vanishes as you listen. He tells you about what happened earlier that day, how he had been feeling, him trying to find you.
You both had been so lonely these last few weeks. You move his head gently so that he’s looking at you, and raise a pinky. Silently, they interlock.
-
You find yourself falling into a new rhythm, you aren’t that sad anymore, not really. Clark and you both date your fair share of people in highschool, you start a band that (miserably) falls apart. He’s always at every gig you had though, within fail. Clark gets better and writes more stories for the Torch. By senior year, not only is he editor in chief, he’s also the Captain of the Smallville Crows, the varsity football team.
You guys make an odd pair, him in his letterman and blue jeans, and you in your studded leather jacket and ripped jeans. You guys were still two peas in a pod.
While most things were the same, some things had changed. You had started to dye your hair, going from purple to green, before settling on the dark cherry red you had now. You couldn’t tell when it was down, but you buzzed the sides of your hair so that you could put it into a mohawk when you wanted. Clark had changed too, he had gotten taller, stronger. He was able to lift things that shouldn’t even be humanly possible, he would flinch at loud noises, and vanish when there were emergencies in town.
-
You guys decided to go to prom together, as friends of course. Neither of you had dates and you didn’t see the fun in going alone. You arrived at the gym around 9:30pm, in the Kents pickup.
It’s been pretty fun so far, the music they’re playing isn’t half bad. They played a lot of the Mighty Crabjoys, you shouldn’t be too surprised though. Clark had managed to get the whole team hooked on them. As you guys are sitting at the bleachers chilling, he suddenly freezes.
You freeze too, and ask what’s wrong. He says something, barely a whisper but you make out “My parents. It’s my parents, somethings wrong.” Getting up he looks to you
“Stay here for me”
Matching him, you get up.
“Like hell I will”
He flashes you a smile before worry covers his face again. He grabs your hand and rushes out of the gym, leading you both to the truck.
Turning the car on, he speaks
“Ok I, I don’t know if I can explain this right now”
“Then don’t. Let’s go”
He hesitates for a second before backing out and speeding away from school. You guys are going fast. Fast for your standards means lightning speed for Clarks. You guys are going down the dirt roads and when you glance at the wheel, you see his knuckles turning white.
The truck comes to a screeching halt, and through the highbeams you see a truly scary sight.
Jonathan's truck crashed off the side of the road, crumpled. You feel your heart drop as you scramble to get out of the car.
Looking at the scene in front of you, you bring your fingers to your hair, trying to calm yourself.
“Clark this is bad, really bad. We gotta call someone”
He shakes his head “There isn’t any time”
And for the first time since you’ve known him, Clark Kent has rendered you truly speechless.
You watch as he rips the mangled door of the truck off its hinges with his left hand, getting Jonathan and Martha out like they weigh nothing. You wonder for a second if the gas tank is leaking and if you're hallucinating this whole thing. You snap out of it, opening the back of the pickup to lay his parents down.
You don’t question him, Clark has always made sure you were safe. So what if he was insanely strong and could probably pick your whole house up without breaking a sweat. He was still the same Clark.
He begins to drive towards the farm and you break the silence
“Does anyone else know?”
“Just Ma and Pa, and you now too”
There’s a brief silence before you ask, quieter “Why me”
“Because I trust you.”
After his parents are put in bed and their injuries taken care of, (You had insisted on them getting xrays but he said he could see their bones. That weirded you out for a second, then you asked him to describe your skull. It was his turn to be weirded out then)
You guys don’t end up going back to the dance, and instead lay in the fields watching the stars. A comfortable silence envelops you both, and you guys slowly drift off to sleep.
-
Graduation creeps up quickly, a small ball of dread has been building for the last few weeks. You had already been accepted into Gotham University, full ride courtesy of a Mr. Bruce Wayne. Apparently, if you were poor enough, he’d just throw money at you. You weren’t sure if it was charity or penance, and honestly, you didn’t care.
It was funny, though, how one man could casually bankroll someone’s entire education without blinking, while the rest of the country drowned in debt just for daring to want a future. You wondered how deep his pockets went, how many zeroes it took to feel absolved.
But you weren’t about to spit in the face of your ticket out. If the system was rigged, you were taking whatever scraps fell off the billionaire table, and running.
Clark was going to be leaving too, but to Metropolis. He had gotten into Metropolis University for journalism and you couldn’t be more happy for him. He’d finally be somewhere bigger, somewhere that matched him. Not just his powers, though that would probably help, but the rest of him too. His inherent goodness, the kind that made people want to be better by just standing next to him, would probably create more positivity in the city.
The night before you both were to walk the stage, you went out into the fields like you always did. It was basically tradition at this point. You guys could be quiet together, no small town noise, no teachers, no futures looming on acceptances and job offers.
Just the two of you and the stars.
You were both laying in the back of his truck, staring up at the kind of sky that makes you feel small in a good way. Crickets chirped in the tall grass. His plaid flannel was draped over your shoulders. You strummed your guitar absentmindedly, playing some song you had heard on the radio earlier. You guys sat in comfortable silence
“Do you ever think,” he said quietly, eyes still on the stars, “about how weird it is? That we’re supposed to just.. start our lives tomorrow? Like real ones. Adult ones. Without ever really being with someone we trusted?”
You stopped strumming
Not because the thought was strange, but because it wasn’t. Not at all.
“Yeah, actually” you said. “All the time.”
You shifted slightly, and the flannel slipped down your left shoulder.
“People act like we’re supposed to have all these big experiences already figured out. Like we’re gonna just wake up in our dorms or our apartments or wherever, and just know what the hell we’re doing”
Clark smiles at that, small and sad. “I’ve been working since I can remember and I still don’t feel like I know anything”
You laugh softly, nudging him a little. “You know plenty, you just think too much”
He turned his head to look at you, something was different about his eyes. They seemed to glow in the moonlight, a bright, blinding blue.
“Maybe I do, but not about this.”
Your breath catches in your throat
“This?” you repeat, almost afraid to ask
He doesn’t look away, just says that he “trusts you”
It wasn’t a confession, not really. But it felt like one. Something quiet and huge at the same time. Something that shifted the air in between you
You swallowed, “I trust you too”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, but was pronounced. It pulsed with everything you had wanted to tell him but hadn’t, not yet.
You set your guitar aside
“I don’t wanna go into the rest of my life never having felt close to someone y’know?” you admitted, voice quiet. “Not like that, I mean really being close to someone, them actually seeing me and choosing me”
His hands found yours in the space between you. “Me neither”
You leaned in first. Or maybe he did. You weren’t sure, because the second it happened, time seemed to stop.
It felt unreal having his lips on yours again. They were soft, and his hands pulled you closer. The boy who you had lost your first kiss to al those years ago grew up, and so had you.
You broke the kiss as you straddled his waist, and then you kissed him again. You had kissed people before, but it never felt like this. Your arms looped behind his neck as you felt yourself grinding into him subconsciously. He whimpered into your mouth before bringing his hand to your waist to help you move.
His hands both came to your waist, and he gently flipped your positions so that you were lying on your back and he was on top of you.
His kisses began to trail down, moving from your lips to your neck, down to your collar bones. When he was met with the barrier of a shirt he looked at you for permission. Once you gave him the go ahead he brought it over your head. You couldve sworn you saw hearts in eyes as he stared at you.
He looked at you as if you were a work of art, a sculpture of a deity so holy that you had to worship it. He began to kiss down your sternum, unclasping your bra before his mouth found your nipples. Swirling his tongue, he sucked gently while tweaking the other. It made a familiar heat rush down between your legs and you couldn’t help the small pants that escaped your mouth.
This seemed to only spur him on however, and he went further and further down before removing your shorts. He groaned when he saw the wet spot of your panties, glossing over it with his fingers before he pulled them down too.
“Is it alright if I try something?” He asked you softly
You nodded your head, unsure about what exactly he was planning on doing
And that was when you felt a warm tongue pressing into you. Clarks head was deep between your legs, his fingers gripped your thighs gently but firmly as he ate you up. The feeling you had now was entirely foreign to you, and you couldn’t help but grab at his hair as he pushed himself deeper and deeper in. His nose rubbed against your clit as his tongue continued to prod at your folds and you felt a coil building up in your stomach. He brought his right hand down, letting go of your right leg while pushing your left up higher, causing him to hit you at a new angle. That on its own would’ve been a lot but his thumb began to make small circles on your clit. It was too good, and far too much. You barely got out a warning before you were cumming, he stayed put, helping you ride out your high. He pulled away from you with a smile on his face, and wiped his lips before coming up to kiss you.
As his tongue wrapped around yours you could taste yourself on him, it was embarrassing how much it had turned you on. While he kissed you, he began to fumble with his shorts, getting them pushed down and then kicking them off to who knows where.
“Is it ok if we go all the way? It’s totally fine if not-” You cut him off by kissing him and claw at his boxers. He laughs into the kiss as gets them off and for the second time in your life, Clark Kent has left you speechless. He’s big, really big, I-dont-even-know-if-it’ll-fit kinda big, but you’ve never backed down from a challenge.
“Can you lay down f’me? I read somewhere that I have to get you ready for it first”
You laugh at that, imagining him trying to find a website that gives sex tips. You oblige, laying down as he covers his fingers with some of his spit before bringing them back down to your entrance. He starts off with one finger. It’s a stretch, but after a while he adds another, then another, he slowly scissors you open and after a few minutes you’re ready. He asks you if you’re sure one more time as he lines himself up. After you tell him again, smiling “yes, i’m sure” he begins to push in slowly.
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. For the first few minutes you thought you were gonna be ripped in half. Clark made sure to rub circles on your clit, and kissed your face as you adjusted inch by inch. Soon enough, you’ve taken all of him and you give him the ok that he can move.
And move he does.
He starts softly, his arms are at either side of your head and he thrusts softly in and out. He begins to pick up the pace and your back starts to arch. It feels so good, it's like your whole being is wholly consumed by him, he’s everything you want and everything you need.
You open your eyes and he’s at your neck, smiling as he presses kisses into it. You feel yourself get closer and he shifts slightly. He’s hitting deeper in this position, his arms holding you up by the hips as his thrusts quicken in intensity. He’s hitting something deep inside you and you can feel the knot building inside you getting tighter and tighter.
You manage to get out that you’re close and somehow his speed starts to increase even more. He’s letting out quiet moans and whimpers. Whispering out small praises for you, that you’re “doing so good f’me” and taking him “so well”. It all starts to be too much for you and you reach your arms out, grabbing his face to pull him in for a kiss.
He fills you to the hilt and you let yourself go. He follows suit shortly after, smiling and pressing kisses all over your face before gently pulling out. You’re already on the pill so he isn’t as worried as he would’ve been otherwise.
You both lay tangled together in the back of the truck, the stars reflecting back, forming constellations that you both know like the back of your hand. Neither of you said I love you. Neither of you had to
But god, did you both wish you could.
You guys drive back home. He drops you at yours, walks you to the door before hugging you goodbye. You hear him leave as you close the door.
You go over the next day, you had borrowed one of Clarks writing books to help with some lyrics, and you knew he was going to need it if he started packing.
Opening the door you saw Martha at the kitchen table, hunched over. As you got closer you made out what she was doing, she was sketching out.. suit designs?
After noticing you she quickly ushers you over, “Come look sweetie, it’s a project. For Clark”
You join her at the kitchen table, helping her come up with a color scheme. You decide to use the primary colors. You add a cape too, for “pizzaz”
The night before you both leave for college, you guys hang out in your room. Things aren’t awkward between you two, but you’re holding yourself back from telling him how you feel. You don’t bring up that night, or the suit.
Before he leaves, he hugs you. Tight, like always. He tells you that you’ll do amazing in Gotham, and that he can’t wait to visit. You smile, telling him that if he doesn’t come see you at least once this semester that you’ll murder him.
-
You hear about a new hero that’s popped up in Metropolis called Superman a few weeks later. As you’re sitting in your dorm watching the skyline a flash of gold and red streaks across the night sky
It’s just a blur, but it brings a smile to your face anyway
part two of accidentally in love! series frat boy!yeonjun x stubborn!reader; college!au, one-sided love to lovers! comedy/crack, fluff, angst, smut
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18. expired milk (written chapter 2.05K)
When you wake up, you expect to turn around to find your (possible) new boyfriend sound asleep. Maybe his arms would be wrapped around your waist. Or maybe he would be snoring into your ear. Or perhaps there was a chance he would be staring right at you with his loving eyes. Instead, you turn and find an empty bed. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, yawning as you stretch. Grumbling to yourself, you finally sit up. Last night Yeonjun had let you borrow his favorite t-shirt, mainly because he found you “too irresistible” if you both went to bed naked. You stare at the empty space beside you as you sit in his queen bed. You can visibly see the imprint of his body where he slept next to you all night. A hand gently touches the spot, it’s cold.
You venture out of his boyish bedroom and into the hall. Quietly you walk into the living and kitchen area, predicting Yeonjun was making breakfast. Again you’re disappointed to find it empty. The room is bland and messy looking, with dirty dishes in the sink, and a pile of mail on the counter. Yet everything looks untouched. The living room is the same as well, the couch is vacant and the remote is lost somewhere. Confused, you wander down the hall again. The bathroom is unoccupied, and both of the other boys’s rooms are silent without their owners. When you circle back to Yeonjun’s room, it hits you. Seeing your clothes strewn across the floor, and Yeonjun’s nowhere to be found was devastating. His keys are missing, nothing in his room leaving you a hint of where he’s gone.
Jen was right. Yeonjun had used you. After finally getting into your pants, he’d vanished into thin air. You feel sick to your stomach, and not because you were hungover. No, no you had to be mistaken. You try to make sense of everything, as to why the man you’d fallen for would desert you all of a sudden. But as you stand in the middle of his room, all alone, all you can hear are Jen’s words echoing in your brain. “You deserve to know who he really is.” Biting your lip, you take a deep breath. You quickly grab your clothes off the floor, hurriedly putting on your skirt as you grab your phone from his nightstand. You slip on your shoes and debate whether or not to take off the shirt he’d let you borrow. You look at yourself in his mirror, and glare. You didn’t care how horrible of a person he was, you were keeping it. Because nothing would hurt a fashion student more than losing their favorite article of clothing. You huff to yourself, before storming out of the apartment.
When Yeonjun wakes up, he expects to find you nuzzling into his side, sleeping like a princess. In some wild fantasy, maybe you were even giving his morning wood a well-deserved blowjob. Instead, he finds you snoring, half of your body falling off his bed as you’re splayed out like a starfish. The sight makes him chuckle. He must have done a number on you because you don’t even flinch when he readjusts you into a more comfortable position. You’re sound asleep as he lays on his side watching you snore. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, he thinks to himself. He’s never even imagined someone like you before, yet here you are, dead to the world as you dream sweetly. He fondly brushes stray hair out of your face, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You were adorable.
He finally sits up, deciding he is going to cook you breakfast. He hoped you liked instant ramen, as that was the only thing he was good at making. Venturing into the kitchen, he opens the cupboard, only to realize he’d eaten the last of his ramen stash yesterday. He opens the fridge next. He’s brutally reminded that today was supposed to be grocery day, as all they had was half a carton of (probably expired) milk, Sprite, and old grapes. Excluding the condiments, the fridge was embarrassingly bare. What was he going to do with this? Chunky Sprite milk and grapes sounded like actual shit. Yeonjun walks back into his room. You looked so peaceful, he’d hate to wake you. Sighing quietly, he reaches for his phone on his nightstand, only to realize it’s gone.
He could’ve sworn he’d taken it with him. Yeonjun quickly raced out to his car, searching through the seats in case it’d slipped out of his pocket last night. When he returns defeated, he begins to panic. You wouldn’t mind if he borrowed your phone right? Just to call his own, he thinks. He takes yours and slides open the emergency contact page, punching in his number before dialing. There’s silence in the entire apartment as your phone rings against his ear. Suddenly it stops, and someone grumbles a hello. “Mingi? Is that you?” Yeonjun asks. “Who’s this?” Mingi’s words slur together. “It’s Yeonjun, you have my phone.” He answers. The two quickly get the situation fixed, Yeonjun had left his phone at the frat house last night, and Mingi had kept it safe by pocketing it (Yeonjun swears Mingi had planned to throw out the sim card and resell it, but Mingi strongly denies it despite witnesses aka San).
“I’m gonna drop by really quick and grab my phone, stay there.” He instructs before hanging up. He returns your phone to his nightstand and quickly puts on the outfit he’d worn last night. While he’d dressed you in his favorite shirt before bed, Yeonjun ran hot so he’d only slept in his boxers. He presses a quick kiss to your temple before leaving. “I’ll be back soon baby.” He tells you, though you don’t hear a word, your snores drown him out. He reenters the kitchen and grabs an old receipt. On the back he scribbles a note: “went to grab breakfast brb - ur hot n sexy bf!” He grins to himself as he leaves it on the counter, making it visible to you. He hoped you liked McGriddles, cause he was craving some and planned to stop by the drive-thru on the way back. Yeonjun leaves in a hurry, hoping to return to bed with you for one last cuddle before breakfast.
Ten minutes later Beomgyu yawns as he unlocks the front door to his apartment. He was still so tired from last night: he’d had an epic night of gaming at Soobin’s apartment. While the other boys went to the party, Beomgyu crashed at his friend’s place and raided his room, using his PC for his own amusement as Soobin partied with his girlfriend at the ETEN house. Inside it’s quiet and empty, something that was uncommon under this roof. Beomgyu pays no mind, entering the kitchen. He opens the fridge and scans the contents. They really needed to go grocery shopping. There weren't even any pizza pockets left. He pours himself a glass of Sprite, before leaning against the counter. His hand rests upon something slippery and he turns to find a receipt. He picks it up, it was a Walmart receipt for 147 packs of condoms. Not thinking much of it, Beomgyu crushes it up and throws it into the trash. With a sigh, he grabs his keys and heads out again. He might as well stop by the grocery store before Kai gets home.
The drive back to your apartment is complete silence. It’s so quiet that when Heeseung turns on his signal, it echoes inside his car. You had walked a couple of blocks before deciding to call your best friend. You would’ve walked home, but then you realized you were tired, hungry, and sore. No way would you make it home before passing out. Heeseung had picked up your call faster than you’d thought. “Hello?” He sounded horrible, he’d probably just woken up. “Hey, can you come pick me up?” You asked quietly, sitting on the curb outside some office building. “What?” Heeseungs brain was lagging. “Pick me up. I need a ride.” You say, gritting your teeth. “I thought you were at Yeon-“ “Heeseung. I need you to pick me up. Please.” There’s silence on the other end. “Send me your pin, I’ll be right there.”
And there he was, within the next ten minutes a disgruntled (and hungover) Heeseung pulled up in his Honda Civic with the worst bed head you’d ever seen. “Hey.” He joins you on the curb. You don’t say anything. He nudges you. “You alright? Wanna talk about it?” He asks awkwardly. You shake your head, and he nods with a sigh. You both sit there in silence, looking off in the distance. You don’t realize you’re crying until Heeseung turns to you, wiping your tears with his hands. “Come on, it’ll be okay.” He gives you a hug, and you begin to bawl. All of your pent-up frustrations, desires, and sorrows spill out as you wail into Heeseung’s chest. He comforts you the best he can, gently rubbing your back and rocking you back and forth. “Forget him Y/n, you don’t deserve a jerk like him. Remember what Rei always says? Men are the scum of the earth, so know your worth-"
“Hey! You guys can’t loiter around here, this is a privately owned building, we’ll call the cops.” The shrewd voice of an elderly man interrupts Heeseung. “Oh shit, my bad. Sorry! Sorry, we’ll go.” He helps you up and hurriedly you both get into the car before driving off. You calm down quickly, dazed as you guys drive back home. Once back in your apartment, you shower, ridding yourself of his clothes, his smell, of himself. You sit in bed, hugging a pillow when Heeseung enters your room. “Here, it’s Jay’s hangover soup.” He places a bowl on your desk. “Thanks.” You mumble. He watches you quietly eat. “Y/n,” Heeseung starts. You look at him confused, wondering what else could he say to try and make you feel better. Heeseung sighs. “Wanna have another girls’ night? I promise I won’t ask to play League this time.” You put your spoon down and look at him with tired yet warm eyes. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Yeonjun juggles the bags of food in one hand and grabs his keys to unlock the front door. He tries his best to be quiet as he enters. Placing the food on the kitchen counter, he then tiptoes to his room, opening the door slightly to peek at you. Except you’re gone. He opens the door wide, looking inside confused. You’d vanished. His bed was empty, your clothes missing. He steps out to the hall and into the bathroom. Empty. Back to the kitchen and living room. Nothing. He opens both Beomgyu’s and Kai’s rooms. No one. There’s no way. Was this some kind of trick? Suddenly his phone rings, and he looks to find Beomgyu calling. “Hello?” He answers. “Hey, can you check if the milk is expired? I’m at the grocery store right now.” Beomgyu asks. Yeonjun opens the fridge. “It’s overdue by 4 days.” He hears Beomgyu groan.
“Hey, by the way, did you come home? Did you see Y/n leave?” Yeonjun questions. “Yeah, I came back really quick, but I left right after. Had no idea she was even there.” Beomgyu answers. Yeonjun can hear the bustle of the crowd through the speaker. “Yo, stop leaving your trash around the house, I’m tired of cleaning up after you and Kai,” Beomgyu suddenly complains. Yeonjun frowns. “The fuck are you talking about?” He scoffs. “Your shit? I was in the kitchen and you’d left your nasty ass condom receipt on the counter. Imagine if Y/n had seen it,” Beomgyu argues. It suddenly dawns on Yeonjun on what had happened. “Beomgyu you motherfucker,” Yeonjun growls. “Excuse me? You know what- This time I’m gonna break your leg, maybe both of them-” Yeonjun hangs up the phone as he digs through the trash. He finds the receipt, it’s squished up into a ball. He unravels it, realizing you’d never read his note.
You’d woken up to an empty apartment and walked out with a broken heart.
Bonus:
all of this happened basically in the span of one hour
Yeonjun took longer at the frat house than expected because he was arguing with Mingi about his phone
also the line at the local McDonald's was long af
Kai went straight to work that morning, which explains why he didn't go back to the apartment with Beomgyu
Heeseung had slept over at his situationship's place, he told her there was an emergency when he left
overall summary: when your father is assigned as the new head gardener to the royal family, you are also tasked with helping him maintain the castle's many gardens and extensive floral arrangements. by chance you find yourself crossing paths with the "ice-cold" crown prince, choi yeonjun... who turns out to be not as ice-cold as everyone says he is.
chapter summary: it's too late for you and yeonjun -- his arranged marriage will continue despite your protests. you spend your last day at the castle and figure out a way to hold your life together despite the heartbreak.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: angst and heartbreak 💔
author's note: this is an alternate ending to the story and is not consistent with the good ending. like the good ending, this takes place after a timeskip of a few months.
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good ending
you look absolutely disheveled.
granted, the work of planting dozens of white lilies around the castle perimeter is hardly glamorous; your gloves are caked in soil while sweat beads on your forehead from an entire afternoon of hauling flowers from the greenhouse. but these days you can’t even expend the extra energy to try and keep yourself neat, not when it takes a mountain of effort to even care about planting all these lilies. if you had a choice you wouldn’t bother growing them at all, and would instead climb over the castle gates and hide away forever. but duty is duty, even when it gives you so much heartache that you can barely breathe.
the only solace you take from this is that it will be your last task as royal gardener. tomorrow you leave the castle for good, and though you may never fully leave behind its shadow or the memories you made here, perhaps you’ll be free enough to breathe a little bit more deeply.
for now you focus on the routine of planting flowers, step by step, methodical, mechanical. you lose yourself in the scent of the earth and the sound of the shovel coming up against soil and the velvety feel of the lily petals tickling your gloved fingertips. once you’ve planted one you do so again and again, tricking yourself into thinking that you’re just planting for planting’s sake. you need to trick yourself, because the moment you become fully aware of the lilies’ true purpose, you lose all your senses and the pain in your heart takes over you again.
you will yourself to forget that white lilies are the flowers of marriage.
you lose yourself in the details of planting so that you dare not see the big picture. by the time you and yeonjun confessed your feelings to each other, it was too late — all the wedding plans have already fallen into place. you don’t want to remember the announcement that the council of advisors unanimously approved yeonjun’s marriage to princess ajin, nor do you want to think about the hastened preparations over the last few months. you’ve seen queen hwayoung and her advisors drop by in and out of the castle so frequently that her figure is familiar to you, but a part of you still treats her like a stranger, an intruder into the world you and yeonjun have built. even now you pretend that the trails of white silk being delivered to the castle are nothing more than extra orders of cloth.
“it’s just how politics works” — that’s the mantra you’ve heard over and over again from the bride’s declarations, from the court officials passing by the gardens, and from yeonjun himself when he broke the bad news to you. but even if that’s true for almost everyone else in the castle, it isn’t for you. this wedding isn’t just politics; it’s your worst nightmare. it’s why you can never be with the man you love no matter how much you yearn for him. it’s why you’ve only been able to love him in secret: brief touches when you pass him by in the hallway, quiet conversation in your quarters while a lively dinner outside drowns out the sounds of your voices, stolen kisses in empty rooms in the castle’s farthest corners.
it’s why you’ve thrown yourself into your gardening to the point where you’ve numbed yourself to almost everything else. the chamberlain and the servants praise your work ethic, but your father — the only other person who knows of your relationship with yeonjun — aches at the sight of you running yourself ragged.
so when you suggested to him that you want to leave the castle and work independently, he did not oppose the idea. you don’t want him to go with you, not when the position of head gardener can provide him with enough to last until his old age. you, on the other hand, are still young, and have the advantage of your experience as a royal gardener in your own right. you’re going to leave, save yourself from the pain of watching yeonjun build his married life with someone else, and hopefully find a new place to work and mend your heart.
that is what keeps you going as you plant one white lily after another until your hands ache and you can barely hold your shovel properly. the flowers may mock you, but only until tomorrow. when you leave, they too will be just another memory.
—
by the time you return to your quarters and change into clean clothes, you’re exhausted. you want nothing more than to collapse onto your bed and sleep your problems away, but you see your half-packed suitcase on the floor and remember that you still have work to do. you’re going to finish packing, sneak out to see yeonjun one last time, and then go straight to bed. you want to be well-rested enough to leave, so that you’re gone by the time the wedding celebrations reach their height.
you sit and fill the suitcase with your clothes, your personal gardening tools, and the money that you’ve saved over the last few months. you’re so busy trying to fold a coat to get it to fit properly that you almost don’t hear the knock on your door.
you recognize the distinct knocking pattern that only the two of you know.
you open the door and yeonjun scoops you up into his arms, and the emotions you’ve been holding back for days, even weeks, finally wash over you. he holds you close as you cry into his chest and are filled with relief that he’s with you again. the perfume he’s wearing is different, a special scent concocted especially for the wedding — earthy and floral, sweet yet strong — but it suits him and you breathe it in all the same.
you lift your head up to look at him and you see tears forming in his eyes.
“thank goodness i got to see you again,” he says.
he cups your cheek and you crane your neck up to kiss him. he kisses you back slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips on his, and you sense the wetness of his own tears running down his cheeks. you take in every sensation of him while you still can; you want to remember how he holds you, how his lips fit against yours, how soft his palm feels holding your face. when he wraps an arm around you to pull you closer, you let him just so that you can take him in even more.
yeonjun clings to you after he breaks apart from the kiss. he holds you close and listens to the sound of your breathing, while your arms wrap around him and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. even when you sit on the floor again the two of you remain locked in an embrace. his hand comes up to your head and he runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses on your forehead.
“so you’re really leaving, huh...”
“...yeah.”
he pulls away to look at you and though he’s smiling, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. you’ve talked about your departure with him plenty of times and you know that he wants you to stay. but you’ve reasoned with him and he’s reasoned with himself; as much as it hurts him to see you leave, it would hurt him even more to make you watch from afar as he spends his life married to someone else. yeonjun refuses to put you in such agony like that.
he’s willing to let you go and you love him all the more for it.
you bury your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a soft kiss there. “i’ll miss you,” you murmur.
“i’ll miss you too,” he says, wrapping both arms around you. “i love you, y/n.”
“i love you too, jjunie.”
“i love you more...”
the two of you spend a few more moments basking in each other’s presence. every second of it is precious to you: every shift in his arms holding you to make you more comfortable, every soft whisper he leaves in your ear. you commit even the smallest pieces of this to your memory.
yeonjun lets go of you, kissing your forehead one last time, then picks up the half-folded coat on your suitcase. “if you’re really leaving, i’ll help.”
he starts folding the coat, but the way he folds it makes it seems even thicker than it actually is. you realize that he’s probably never had to pack his own things himself and you let out a giggle.
“hey! i’m serious, y/n. i want to help you!”
you haven’t gotten over how adorable his pout is, and you commit this to memory too. “no, it’s not that,” you say, still grinning. “you’re folding it wrong, it won’t fit that way!”
“hey, i’m trying...” his expression changes and he glances at you with a smirk on his face, handing the coat over to you. “will you show me, then?”
you place your hands over his. you see the tips of his ears turn pink and you smile. together you fold the coat, his warm hands holding yours, until it’s compact enough to fit in your suitcase.
“there. do you think you could do that with the rest?”
“i dunno...” his voice is playful. “i don’t think i remembered. show me again, please?”
you humor him, taking out a light summer jacket and holding it out for him. with his hands on top of yours you fold it together and place it neatly in your suitcase. you do the same for another piece of clothing, then another, and though it takes longer this way you don’t mind when your hands feel so warm in his.
“i was supposed to come visit you after packing, actually,” you say.
“well, i was worried that i wouldn’t be able to see you again, so i came here.”
“you’re really sweet, jjunie.” you can’t help but smile at his words. “but i just thought... we could do something more romantic? i feel a little bad, honestly, making you pack my things with me.”
yeonjun pauses mid-fold and leans closer to you. his hand cups your face and he gently pecks your lips, his forehead resting against yours. “what do you mean? i like doing this with you. i’ll do anything with you, even if it’s folding clothes.”
you feel a familiar warmth blooming in your chest and you hold on to the feeling.
“then i’d love it if you helped me.”
一
the afternoon of the next day is bright as you make your way through the gardens, past the rows of the white lilies that you planted, and out to the southern exit. you drag one suitcase with you and your father carries the other, and the only sounds you hear are your own breaths. neither guard nor servant intercepts you; everyone is too busy preparing for the wedding reception to linger outside.
in the distance you hear the bells of the cathedral. they are meant to be the bells of celebration, but to you they are death knells.
the sound of the bells make every step feel like agony. the scent of lilies, though not strong, feels overwhelming to your senses. your chest feels tight, more than it should from the light exertion of walking and carrying your suitcase, but you press on anyway. you see the southern exit in the distance 一 a small gate, modest yet elegantly designed, and a small carriage waiting for you 一 and you pick up your pace, your father following behind.
you exhale in relief as the coachman greets you and confirms your destination: your father’s old cottage in the outskirts of the city, where the two of you lived before the royal family invited you. part of you misses the place and you’re glad to make it your home again.
your father pulls you into a long embrace before you leave. you squeeze him tightly and you feel like a child again, remembering how you would always hug him before he left for a trip to the countryside to pick up more seeds and bulbs. those goodbyes always hurt you, and you would cry as he reassured you that he would come back again, and even now tears start to prick at your eyes. this time, you don’t know when you’ll be coming back.
when he pulls away he gives you his best smile, sunken lines forming around his eyes. despite this you can see the tears starting to form too. “if you need me, you can always write or visit.”
“i’ll write every day, i promise.”
“be safe,” he says, squeezing your shoulders. “you grew up to be so strong... i know that you’ll do well. but if you need to come home to me, i’ll always be here.”
“i’ll miss you...”
“i’ll miss you too.”
you hug your father one last time and he ruffles your hair.
he and the coachman help you load your suitcases into the back. your father chatters on with him about his job as a gardener and what he taught you; he talks about anything and everything but the royal wedding, and you feel a bit lighter at his idle talk. the wedding is all everyone has been able to talk about for the past few weeks, but your father knows better than to pick at your wounds.
neither he nor the coachman notices the envelope that falls out from one of the suitcases as it’s hauled in, but you spot it from the corner of your eye and tuck it into your pocket. you don’t remember packing any loose envelopes or paper, but maybe you were so overwhelmed by everything that you forgot.
soon you’re inside the carriage yourself, passing through the southern entrance gates, trying not to listen to the sound of the cathedral bells. you close your eyes for the first few minutes of the journey, not wanting to see the ribbons and banners strewn all over the streets to celebrate the wedding, nor the citizens outside dressed in their finest clothes hoping to get a glimpse of the newlyweds. instead you imagine the castle gardens as you want to remember them: lilies of the valley swaying in the wind, your hand in yeonjun’s as he takes you to a secluded area in the open meadow, your head resting on his shoulder while the two of you sit under a tree for shade.
at some point in the journey you fall asleep. when you open your eyes the sky has turned pink, and the carriage has parked in front of rickety gate in front of your old home.
once you’ve hauled your luggage in through the door, you take a moment to sit in the back garden, where all the flowerbeds are bare and the soil awaits new seeds. the air feels clearer and you let out a long exhale. it’s quiet out here in the outskirts of the city; there are no more bells and no sounds of citizens cheering, and it gives you space to just think and feel. part of you wants to get up and get to work, move on from the heartbreak before it gets too painful, but another part of you wants to mourn, to dwell on what you and yeonjun could have been.
you smooth down your clothing and hear the sound of paper wrinkling in one of your pockets.
oh right 一 the envelope. you take it out of your pocket and the moment you see the wax seal of the house of choi on it, you hands tremble. carefully you break it and pull out a folded letter and a piece of card with flowers pressed onto it: the red roses you gave yeonjun on the night you confessed your feelings for him. the bright red has since faded into a muted wine color, but they look beautiful too this way.
your chest swells with a bittersweet feeling. you swore that you were done crying and yet you feel the tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again. you open the letter attached to the card, the tears nearly blurring your vision enough to keep you from reading the first few sentences:
dear y/n,
i kept your promise. you asked to me always keep these flowers, right? i did and i learned how to press them so that i could always keep them. i saved some of them for you so you could keep them too.
i shouldn’t be writing this and i should be preparing for the wedding but all i can think about is how much i’m going to miss you. i won’t be able to see you leave but i wish i was there, holding you and telling you that it will be okay. if i could i’d go with you, i’d go anywhere with you. i still love you so much and nothing’s going to change that.
he spends every paragraph telling you what he loves about you: how beautiful you are to him, how well you take care of him, how your smile and your laughter make his day brighter. he tells you how much he believes in you, how he knows every garden you touch will turn into a paradise. he writes down the words “i love you” and “i miss you” so many times and yet he didn’t need to; every word, every letter, and every curve in his handwriting echoes the same sentiment.
i wish i could be the one to make you happy, y/n, but more than anything i want you to be happy again. i want you to smile that same smile that always makes me feel loved. i wish that everyone could see just what a precious person you are.
you barely make it to his closing of your love, jjunie before the tears completely overwhelm you. you sit there sobbing, remembering everything you love about him, from the moment he called your voice pretty when you first met him to the way he clumsily folded your clothes on your last night together. the ache in your heart fills your chest and this time you let it. you yearn for him, you wish he were here to hold you and make you smile himself, yet you know that all you can do is imagine it.
by the time your sobs die down, both his letter and the card are stained with tear marks. you sniffle as you return them in the envelope, telling yourself to take good care of it and keep it always. the sky has turned from pink to dark blue and you can barely read its contents anyway.
you lift your head and gaze up in the direction where the castle is. the wedding celebrations must still be ongoing now, you think. how is yeonjun doing? is he happy? does he yearn for you as much as you do for him 一 and does it ache as much as it does for you?
your heart knows the answers to these questions, but it doesn’t matter anymore. what matters now, you think, is putting the pieces of your heart back together and salvaging the rest of your life.
maybe you won’t get your happy ending with yeonjun, but you can try to live a life that he can watch from afar and feel proud of. you’ll work on other people’s gardens, fill them with flowers and herbs, make them even more beautiful than what you did with the castle. maybe he’ll see them and think of you.
and as you plant every seed, bulb, and shoot, you’ll think of him.
notes: fic complete :) thank you thank you THANK YOU so much for sticking around and reading this story! this is the first multichapter i've ever written and it was definitely a labor of love. i did not expect this to turn into such a big passion project (really this fic started bc i saw one [1] pic of yeonjun in the prince outfit for act: sweet mirage and got really bad brainrot lmao) but i'm so happy that so many people have read it, enjoyed it, and taken the time to leave sweet comments about it. i'm proud of myself for finishing this fic, and i'm grateful to every single reader who gave this fic a chance ❤
caught in his web ; choi yeonjun ch. 1 | SWEET DREAMS
pairings — yeonjun x afab reader
genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama
word count (for this chapter) — ~2.3k
summary — You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong.
And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.
Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.
MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.
warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..
A/N: hello! aiza here! my apologies for dipping after posting the preview. here is the official first chapter! hope you guys like it. i'll try to update more frequently. 🙏 comments and reblogs are very much appreciated xoxo
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“O-oh..” You clear your throat after telling yourself to get it together about a million times. Opening your mouth after what seemed like an eternity, “I uh.. Uncle Minjun? It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” You offer your hand out to the man who was undeniably a splitting image of Yeonjun - just older.
He was dashing and had an air of charisma around him. One would know that being in the real estate business, you need to have some type of charm after all, so you're not too surprised that he owns the biggest housing and commercial property business in Asia. He seemed like the type to be able to sway you easily into buying things without much hesitation.
Also explains why your mom fell for him.
“y/n.. Very nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from your mother, you seem like a very smart lady. And as expected - beautiful too. Surely you have a lot of suitors by now, eh?” He says in a playful manner, as you finally take a seat to join them, right across from Yeonjun.
“Oh, trust me, dad. Soobinnie's all over her.” The male across from you nonchalantly points out, making you cough right as you scoop the clear soup into your mouth.
“Oh? CEO Dongwon's son? Well sounds like he’s a decent man.” Your mother for sure wouldn't pass off the chance to give her two cents, “Why didn’t you tell me this, sweetie? You should invite Soobin here sometime.” She lets out a giddy laugh as you grimace into your soup.
"Well, we’re not an item, Mom. And you know I want to focus on my studies first…”
“It’s rare you hear that nowadays eh? I wish my son would see education the same way as you y/n. Maybe you should teach him a thing or two, huh?” Minjun replies, sipping from his scotch glass and giving Yeonjun a look to which the younger male replies with a sarcastic scowl.
“I’m sure Chaewon’s got that covered.” You take the opportunity to tease back, it was your way of repaying him for bringing Soobin up. “They’re a really cute couple.” You smile the sweetest one you can muster and look over at his dad who seems to suddenly be interested at the mere mention of a girl.
“Well, if you’re serious about dating her, son, stop bringing random girls home. You know the guards see you when you do that, right? It's quite distasteful really.”
Your eyes widen upon learning this little piece of information, he was still bringing girls home, even though he’s dating my friend? You think to yourself. You could feel Yeonjun’s glare directed at you from across the table, but ultimately decide to avoid it and just eat.
“I-I’ll go get the dessert.” You shoot up from your seat not too long after, wanting to do anything to get you out of that semi-awkward situation.
“I’ll help you y/n!” Yeonjun chimes in, walking behind you and following you into the kitchen- giving you no other choice.
“Ahjumma, can you please take out the cream cake my mom bought this morning? I’ll cut it myself.” You say in a polite tone and a smile to match, watching the older lady walk out back to the refrigerators to go grab it.
You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back against the expensive Italian marble countertop. “Not even an hour with you and I’m already tired.” You glare at the male.
It’s true, there’s a reason why you never got along with him, as he was always picking on you. But it was more of a welcomed gesture for you because even though it was annoying, you were just glad you are not a part of the population of MOA-U girls who have fallen victim and succumbed to his charms.
“Well, you do know what this means… right y/n?” Yeonjun asks, almost in a teasing tone from what you can pick up.
Soon, his hands lay flat over the countertop, on each side of your hip - effectively trapping you in.
You swallow hard, you’ve never been this close to him before.
Chaewon always had somewhat of a fence around him in school, which is why we’ve never been face-to-face like this. You find yourself taking note of his prominent features- from his black locks, which complimented his hazel eyes, his strong jawline, his raised nose bridge, and even that cute, boyish smile.
“H-huh?” Great, what was that part about being immune to his charms again?
“We’re going to be siblings," He says, arms wrapping around your waist, "..so you’ll see more of me around, most likely.” His smile stretches out even more, and it was like he enjoyed that you were flustered by the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Like a shark being able to smell fear from a few feet away.
"You're... You weirdo." Was all you were able to say, and it took all of your might to push him off of you, and right on time too, as the help finally came back with the cake to save the day.
You leave the kitchen as fast as you could, and even as you briskly walked away, you could feel Yeonjun smirking behind you.
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"I don't know how I feel about it, honestly." You say as you plop down on one of the couches in Chaewon's living room after school that day.
"My best friend and my boyfriend becoming step-siblings? Who would have thought..." Chaewon says with a smile, though you couldn't tell if it was a sarcastic smile or one that was of genuine nature.
"I know my mom's been a notorious magnet for rich dudes but I never thought she would end up in the arms of Choi Minjun, tsk. This is driving me nuts." You whine out, pulling at your hair and punching the throw pillow repeatedly.
"You do know there's some business strategy side to this, right unnie?" Minjeong suddenly speaks up. The youngest in your group rarely opened her mouth, which is why all four of you were all ears whenever she decides to give her input on things.
"How so?" You ask, trying to make sense of the situation and guessing where she was going with this statement.
"Mm well... Yeonjun oppa's dad owns a lot of properties, and you guys own a lot of department stores.. So if your companies merge... Then, your mom can expand to more places and oppa's dad will acquire more patrons because of the brand - since your mom does have an insane amount of fans. It will be the merger that everyone in Korea will be talking about."
"Wow.. I never really thought of it that way." You say in a hushed tone, trying to put the pieces together.
"At this rate you'll be richer than all three of us combined. With the exception of Chaewon, of course." Yeji says in a joking manner, her statement causing Chaewon to flip her hair over her shoulder.
You laugh it off, "Ah, well- that's.. that's really not my concern now. All I know is that my mother needs to get her life together.."
"Well look at the bright side y/n, at least you get to look after my baby for me," Chaewon interjects, putting her hand over her chest. "You know, you can report to me and tell me if there are girls who try to flirt with him and all that. You’re basically going to be his younger sister anyways." She points out, nodding her head a few times.
You stay silent, suddenly remembering that one little fact that his dad gave away at dinner.
He was still bringing random girls home at this point.
There was an inner battle in you suddenly - should I say something? Or should I keep it under wraps since their relationship isn’t my business anyway? Something prompts you to go for the latter, not open your mouth and just nod.
You'd rather not be caught in the middle of the drama.
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As expected, there was another party that night at Chaewon’s house.
There were indeed perks to being inheritors to future companies: your parents were more often than not, too busy to take note of anyone's whereabouts. Which is why you have the luxury to party whenever you wanted.
Surprisingly, you were actually in the mood to party then. As you’ve managed to down a few shots of soju as well as soju bombs with Yeji.
And not surprisingly, Chaewon was all over Yeonjun that night.
You could feel him staring at you from time to time though. Nevertheless, you don't think much of it- as you’ve always made it a point not to.
He's probably waiting for me to f*ck up or something so he can tattletale on me to my mom next time we have a ‘family’ meal.
“How’s my favorite girl?” Soobin’s voice made its presence known as he wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you into a hug. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso, and you stay that way for a few minutes.
“Ah- y/n! Before I forget! Remember how you were looking for that limited edition version of that manga we both loved?!” He asks as you pull away from the hug. You, of course, nod quickly.
The two of you have a lot of similarities, and your love for mangas and graphic novels was one of them.
In a swift motion, he then pulls out something from his bag. And lo and behold, in its pristine condition, was the same novel you've been searching high and low for.
“WHAT! NO WAY!!!” You shout over the music, enough to draw attention from the people around you. You envelop him in another excited hug out of gratitude. “I can’t believe you found it?! How did you do it? I had my mom’s assistant look all over for it. Even my grandparents’ staff were searching for it.”
“Ah well, I have my connections. You’re not the only one, y/n.” Soobin winks as soon as you pull away to take the manga and read through the back cover.
The rest of the night was spent with Soobin and a few more soju bottles. And by the end of the night, you were feeling the ugly effects of alcohol.
Cuddled up with him on one side of the couch, with the two of you talking about all the animes you’ve watched the past week. It was pretty fun to have someone with whom you could nerd out, especially in a group of socialites such as the one you both have.
“Ah, you’re remarkable. I can’t believe you like the same things I do.” He said, pinching your nose which causes you to scrunch it upwards.
“y/n...?” He suddenly grows quiet after a few moments of just staring at each other.
“H-huh?” You ask, your forehead creasing in curiosity. Unfortunately, right on time, your vision starts to blur, and the dimmed-out lights in the living room turned party area wasn’t helping. “W-what is it?”
“C-can I k-kiss-- Y-yah.. y/n?! Hey! You ok?!”
That was pretty much the last thing you hear before passing out.
And that was it, your dear old friend alcohol got the better of you, knocking you out on his lap.
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“Yeonjun, I don’t understand, you know I can bring her home safely.”
Was I dreaming?
“I know, but I promised her mom I’d take care of her, and that’s what I’ll do so hand her over.” His voice didn’t falter, standing firm to the promise he made to your mom.
W-wait.. I can’t see anything.. I can’t open my eyes. I’m still dizzy, I can only hear faintly.. Ah, what is happening to me?!..
“Pff, alright, fine Jjunie.. But you better not try any funny business.”
You could feel another pair of strong arms underneath you, cradling you as you shifted. The air is crisp and cold as it brushes through your legs. You were outside.
“Babe! Where are you going?! You can let Soobin handle her and the party’s not over yet.”
That was Chaewon’s voice..
“I have to go Chae, I’ll bring her home first and make sure she’s settled. I’ll see you tomorrow in school hmm?”
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You wake up to music, a hummed lullaby of sorts. It was soothing and pleasant to hear. You can feel the soft mattress under your tired body. With how familiar it all felt, you could tell you were in your bed.
Apart from that, you can feel someone stroking your hair.
Your eyelids felt so heavy as you open them, curious to see who it was. But you could barely see, vision still blurry no thanks to the after-effects of alcohol.
Add that, and the fact that it was rather pitch dark around your room- signaling that all the lights were off.
Someone was in your room, that you knew. Because you can hear him and his melodic humming, and whoever it was- he was unmistakably sitting at the edge of your bed next to you.
“O-ow..” You croak out, feeling the throbbing in your head. Pressing the palm of your hand against your forehead almost immediately, the melodic, soft voice cuts as you note the mattress' weight shift when the person beside you leans in to check on you.
“y/n, don't get up, just get some rest…” That voice, you know who it belongs to, but it took you a while to process it.
Yeonjun’s voice?
Even though you wanted so badly to keep your eyes open and verify if your guess was correct, you've had way too much to drink to keep up.
You couldn’t believe it though. How can someone so rugged and nonchalant about things have such a sweet voice? Plus, the mere idea that he’s here to make sure you're okay- that definitely does not seem like something he’d do.
Or have you had a skewed vision of him this whole time?
Soon after, You feel his lips against your forehead. His soft buds leave a small peck and a tingling sensation on your skin, and you swore your cheeks felt a lot more heated than it was before.
At that point, you weren't sure if it was all a dream. You feel your stomach churn. Was it butterflies? Nah, it must be the soju. You tell yourself.
“Sweet dreams, y/n.” And with that, you drift off into dreamland.
hello! this is my first work, i had no idea it would take me so long to set everything up lolol.
anywho! each txt member will have a fluffy trope and each will have their own confession scenario. (i totally went overboard w yeonjun’s and beomgyu’s)
fluffy and cliche tropes, gn!reader, use of profanity
yeonjun gives off that protective mentor type vibe
you and him would have grown up together
making his feelings seem 10x more awkward (in his eyes at least)
he went from thinking you were some little sibling to him, to an attractive person overnight it seems
he would never ever try anything until you were both adults, though even after you turned 18, he didn’t do jack shit
if you have an older sibling, they would’ve AUTOMATICALLY caught on once yeonjun and them got into high school
“ayo, why do you keep wanting to hang out at my house anyway?”
“… no comment..?”
naH because this man started giving you the cold shoulder when he hit high school
“why?”, you may ask
well because he was afraid if he saw you smile at him, he’d fall even deeper
at that point in his life, having you scowl at him was better
man was patient for a lifetime (to him at least)
he was always looking for a hint from you, just one hint!
the hint came to him on your 20th birthday
when it was your 20th birthday, guess who was the first to wish you happy bday at 12:00 am? ding ding, it was mr. choi yeonjun. it was a heartfelt message, one that felt more sentimental than past years, for whatever reason.
“happy birthday y/n. you’re already 20, that’s insane. feels like just yesterday you were hiding behind me because the lights were off in your house. i hope i have been a good friend and role model to you this whole time. i’ll see you later today.
yeonjun :)”
the reason why it felt so sad? yeonjun was giving up on you. you had given him no hints, and yeonjun had to accept that maybe it wasn’t meant to be. maybe your age gap was too large for you.
then it was time for your bday party, yeonjun wanted to go out with a bang. he wore a nice black shirt with fitting black jeans, he had recently dyed his hair an ashy gray, so his look was very low maintenance but effective. his heart pounded as he drove to your place with care, your presents secured in his passenger seat. even though he was a complete mess on the inside, a smile was plastered on his face, never leaving.
then he saw you, all dolled and tidied up for your birthday party. you had opened the door for him, exclaiming that he was the first one there, he expected no less. your smile calmed his hyperventilating heart, your eyes that eagerly surveyed your presents in his hand seemed to hypnotize him. your sweet voice thanking him for coming repeated in his head long after greetings were done. he was totally whipped.
he watched as you (cutely) scurried around, trying to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for your other guests.
“you came so early, you know, i wasn’t ready!” you whined, a pout forming on your lips.
he apologized with no real sincerity, he was glad only he could see you like this, all flustered and worried. when you felt fully satisfied, you walked back to him, he was sprawled on the couch, his phone holding his attention. he could feel your gaze on him almost instantly, and locked eyes with you, his phone not leaving his hands.
“all done?” yeonjun asked, sitting up fully.
“yeah, do you like it?” you replied, your eyes lighting up like stars.
his eyes took a quick swipe of the living room, the decorations were in no way fancy or perfect, but it was just so you that he couldn’t help but love it. a smile crept onto his face, and he turned to you. he was about to compliment you when he was taken aback by the expecting look on your face. your eyes were wide and a small but noticeable smile was on that face he loved. he found himself stumbling over his words as he scratched the back of his neck.
“yeah uh, i like the decorations, they’re..um..very cute,” he said, looking away.
his face was heating up, god, the things you do to his heart. he heard you giggle in satisfaction, your warmth leaving his perimeter.
this bday party was going to be so fucking dangerous.
when it was time for you to open the presents, yeonjun stood off to the side, not wanting to get too close to the crowd, just incase anyone could hear his heart pound from anxiety. he drowned out everything but your voice, and he was just waiting for you to say his name.
“whose gift is this? oh! yeonjun!”
his ears perked up like a cat’s, and he peered over your guests’ shoulders, and he saw you unwrapping your gifts. he had gone all out, spending well over $70 for all your gifts. he really wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget him. he swore he could’ve died happy when he saw the gigantic smile on your face, one that meant that he did a good job.
a sour taste erupted in his mouth, thoughts of you smiling for anyone other than him invaded his mind. however he knew he couldn’t think that way, you weren’t an object for him to own, but he just wanted to clip your wings so that you couldn’t fly away.
he doesn’t know how he got there, but he found himself standing alone outside your house, the party still raging on. he sat on the space in front of your door, thinking that this might be the last time he ever gets to do this. he always though that the sky looked prettier when he looked at it from your door. the front door was slightly ajar, just enough so yeonjun wouldn’t have to worry about being locked out. he heard the door slightly creak open, and he turned to see you peaking through the doorway.
“oh it’s just you, i was worried because the front door was open. what are you doing here all alone?” you asked, coming to sit down next to him.
words couldn’t form in his mouth, he just stared at your face. the face he had grown to love over the many years he’s known you, the face that he would wipe tears off of when someone had dared to hurt you, the face he would think of when he was stressed out, the face he loved so dearly. he wanted to respond to your question, but his throat choked up and he found himself tearing up.
“hey y/n?”
“yeah?”
“would you miss me if i moved away?”
“what kind of a question is that?! of course i would! you’re one of my closest friends.”
“friend..”
now you were worried, he wasn’t thinking of actually moving right? he looked up at you and all he could see was your lips, he did want to go out with a bang. suddenly all you could hear was the beating of your hearts.
“i like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for years now,” yeonjun said, looking into your eyes for a hint once more.
you smiled and held his face.
“kiss me then.”
ღ soobin, secret admirer (the simp who won)
♫ playing now : chocolate by day6
i definitely see soobin as a really attentive person
someone who will study the person he likes so he can make them the happiest if they were to date
he was your classmate in one of your classes, and you only talked to him because of a school project
but, let’s be honest, you probably thought he was cute even before that
because, LOOK AT HIM
after that school project, soobin probably fell hella hard
(sorry to my fellow lazy and shy folks) i feel like he would only fall for you if you were either someone who took initiative or who did your part well
i see him as someone who wants an independent but kind partner
BUT, let’s just say he fell for you no matter what you are
he would start to say good morning/afternoon to you everyday
and you also started getting presents on/in your desk or in your locker
he would listen to you talk to your friends and look at what snacks you would bring, just so he could buy things for you
he would get you a lot of sweets if you like them!
he’s really shy so i feel like he would doubt his abilities to win you over head-on :(
but he’s also not good at hiding shit
like he would give away so many hints without even knowing it
like atp everyone in the class knows, soobin can’t be slick to save his life
he would accidently drop the receipts for things he bought on the floor, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, and walk away like nothing happened
needless to say, you caught on quick :)
the bell rang, signaling that class was over, and you heard your classmates sigh in relief. you held a chocolate bar that you had found on your desk from your secret admirer and you felt it slowly melt from your hand’s heat. your classmates started to stand up as the teacher dismissed you all, your seatmate, soobin stood up rather fast; it looked like he was really eager to get home. as he stood up to leave, you saw something drop from his pant’s pocket, it was white and looked clumped up together. you left your seat to pick it up, your nosy self uncrumpled it to see what it was; only to see multiple receipts of things you recognized. chocolate bars, flowers, cards? you stared a bit harder before you realized. you chuckled, only soobin would be so clumsy as to expose himself.
“soobin! you dropped something,” you said, making his ears perk up.
he turned around and you saw his face drop. you felt really bad as you could the panic from across the classroom.
“u-uh, thank you! i don’t need those anymore, i’m gonna go!” he yelled, running out of the classroom in a frenzy.
you giggled slightly, standing up to see if you could catch him before he left the building.
you managed to catch up to him before he left through the front doors, and grabbed his arm.
“soobin let’s talk-”
“no! i already know what you’re going to say, i…i’m not good enough for you,” soobin said, slight sniffles coming from him.
you smiled, tugging his arm a bit harder.
“you can’t put words in my mouth soobin,” you said, looking at him straight in the eye.
he tried to stammer protests, but his body was jell-o the second you touched his arm. he could only helplessly follow you, like a moth to a flame. you stopped once you guys were somewhere where no one was around, you sighed as you watched him wipe his tears.
“were you the one giving me those gifts?” you asked.
he looked away as he nodded shyly.
“i like you too soobin, so please look at me,” you said, smiling as he turned his head around quickly.
“really?!” he exclaimed, his eyes brightening.
you nodded and got the wind absolutely knocked out of you as he hugged you vigorously, he definitely forgot he was a 6′1′’ giant.
ღ beomgyu, bringing strangers together because of a secret (think maid-sama)
♫ playing now : stereotype by stayc & after school by weeekly
ok so we know that beomgyu was in a band predebut
now what if we think of an au where he was in an underground rock band, like delinquent level
you and your classmates see him as that one guy who could potentially be considered a “quiet kid” with his long hair and all
for context i’m basing this off of lovesong!beomgyu
he ignored the teacher when asked to introduce himself on the first day so none of yall knew his name until the teacher called on him a week later
i know that beomgyu is extremely hyper, but let’s pretend he’s not bc he’s not comfortable w his classmates yet (well, gyu, you never WILL be if you don’t try but ok!)
you kinda forgot he was in your class ngl
mans does not talk at all
one day you were hanging out with some friends after school and one of your friends suggested you try and sneak into a band’s show
and of course you all loveeee bad ideas!
the band you guys chose was a rock band that had a guy on the cover of the poster
he had long messy hair and only the bottom half of his face was showing
he was smiling and his smile was hot to you so that’s why you chose it-
when you guys did manage to sneak in, you looked at the stage and immediately regretted your decision
was-
was that fucking beomgyu?!
the loner?!
the quiet kid?!
you wanted to nope out of there but most of your friends wanted to stay because they thought the band members were attractive
“noooo you don’t understand that’s my classm-”
you looked up and beomgyu was staring at you like (⊙o⊙)
“FUCKKKK”
the music was blaring as your friends tugged you through the crowd, getting closer to the stage. for some reason, your heart was fluttering as you heard a husky voice sing, it was beomgyu. his eyes never left you even as he sang, he smiled and all your friends started freaking out.
“omg omg, did you see that! he’s staring right at us!”
you felt your face going red as you quietly left your friends, you weaved through the sea of cheering people, making it to a bathroom. you opened the door and walked in, the band’s sound even made it to the bathroom but you could still make out some noises in the stalls.
“no way.”
people were actually fucking in the bathroom stalls. you booked it out of there so fast you could’ve beat usain bolt. you crouched down next to the door and put a hand over your chest to calm your nerves. this place does not fit me at all, how does he handle this?? you did deep breaths as you walked slowly back to the main stage, only to be stopped by a guy in a black hoodie.
“hey you’re pretty cute, you come here often?” he said, inching closer to you.
you shook your head as you tried to walk past him, only to feel his hand on your shoulder. he gripped your shoulder tightly and you were about to slap his hand away when suddenly you felt someone pull you away. you looked up to thank your savior and locked eyes with beomgyu. he looked at you and his eyes ran over your face to see any signs of injuries, when he found none he smiled and looked back at the guy who tried to hit on you.
“how about you don’t grab one of my fans?” beomgyu said, pushing the guy back.
i’m not even your fan but okay beomgyu. the guy put his hands up in defeat as he walked past the two of you, and you got the chance to be alone with beomgyu. his hands were still protectively wrapped around your shoulders.
“…please don’t tell anyone you saw me here,” beomgyu said, looking at you with pleading eyes.
“i didn’t even think of reporting you, don’t worry. i think it’s cool that you have a hobby like this, even though our school banned, you know, going to a club with alcohol,” you replied, watching as the tension released from his body.
“thank you, thank you so much y/n,” he bowed and then released his grip on you.
for the next coming weeks, beomgyu started to talk to you. he would come up to you at lunch to ask you if you wanted to eat together, to which you always said “yes, but what do i get out of it?”. the decided deal was he would sing for you and you would eat with him. you grew to love his voice, and you always brought an extra water bottle for him just incase his throat got dry.
one day he handed you a flyer for his band’s next show. the flyer had half of his face once again, and he was pointing at the camera with that same smile you had grown to admire.
“can you come by yourself..?” he asked, looking away.
“sure thing.”
“just make sure to come a little earlier than the time written down there. ok?”
you nodded as he turned around and walked off, with a little bit more pep in his step. he was glad that he had finally made a friend.
when you walked in, you handed the bouncer the flyer beomgyu had given you and the bouncer smiled at you knowingly. you gave the bouncer a confused look and they leaned into your ear.
“so you’re the person he keeps talking about!”
“..wha..?”
the bouncer merely ushered you inside, and you were greeted with the sound of the band tuning their instruments. you walked up to the stage and beomgyu looked at you with surprise.
“what? you didn’t think i would come?” you asked.
“no! i never said that! you just look good that’s all,” he said, flustering you a bit.
“so i didn’t before?”
he let out a groan before he put down his guitar and hopped the stage to talk to you face to face.
“i hope you listen closely tonight.”
“why?”
he smiled, more bright than he did at school, and put his hand on his neck.
“i just worked really hard is all.”
when the music began, beomgyu was already staring at you HARD. goddamn y/n, you sure are a looker. you sure aren’t dumb, i mean unless you are, but you could tell that this song was going to be for you. his mouth opened and all you could hear was him, him, and him. the crowd’s screams, his member’s voices and instruments, they all suddenly didn’t exist.
time sped by so fast, and you couldn’t believe it had already been an hour. the band bowed as the crowd applauded, and you waited for beomgyu to come to you. he leaped off the stage once more, and when he got close enough. you hugged him and your faces were closer than ever.
“if you couldn’t tell, i like you,” beomgyu said.
ღ taehyun, mr. oblivious/dense and his shy but persistent admirer
♫ playing now : some by soyou & 200% by akmu
taehyun sometimes has this clueless look on his face like
⊙0⊙ or ◉◡◉
that’s why i gave him the mr. oblivious trope
if you like him, i feel like you would have to tell him straight up
flirting or courting him won’t work
so this situation could be similar to nozaki-kun
like he is just so DENSE
you could get down on one knee with a ring, and he’d be like “get up the floor is dirty (✿◠‿◠)”
ok maybe not to that extent but you get the idea
this could go on for like MONTHS, everyone around you guys would be able to tell BUT HIM
he’d think that you’re just really nice!
you give him snacks and walk with him when you see him
you say good morning and good afternoon to him
you give him sprite when you have an extra
yes it is totally because i bought extra and not because i bought it for you taehyun
it would be going on for sO LONG, like are you ok?? are you a masochist?
honestly i would snap after a while
however, since you’re still shy, this confuses taehyun
like why do you give him gifts and say good morning and such, without sticking around to have a conversation with him?
ngl he probably thinks you’re scared of him or smth
like- he thinks he’s unintentionally intimidating you into giving him gifts n shit LOL
he would start to pity you, he wants to talk to you but you always run away
you’ve had the biggest crush on taehyun for what feels like eternity, and you have done everything you could to convey your feelings. however, being really shy, the words “i like you” are totally not in your vocabulary. every time you see him, you can only manage a simple greeting and gift before scurrying off. you don’t know how his face looks like when he sees you, as you can’t make eye contact with him. does he smile? is he weirded out? you wish you could look him in the eye and be confident enough to confess.
however, your defense began to crumble when taehyun decided to start trying to chase after you. after you said your greetings, taehyun would start to ask you about your day so far, how you were, etc. after he began doing that, you decided the only way to keep your heart from bursting, was to ignore him. no more random gifts, no more greetings, and no more interactions. you were fine admiring him from the sidelines, after all, you had been doing that all this time; what’s the difference?
how did you end up in this situation? why was taehyun pinning you against the wall of a café you decided to go to this morning? his left arm was above you, and his right hand was politely at his side. his eyes felt like they were staring into your soul. your face was heating up, it was getting hard to breathe. your heart could only thump-thump it’s life out, trying to keep you up-right so you wouldn’t faint.
“why have you been ignoring me?” taehyun asked.
what?
“i-ignoring you?” you replied, feeling a bit dumb.
“yeah, you haven’t been saying hi to me at all for the past few weeks! what’s the deal?” he asked, his voice raising slightly in volume.
you began to curl into yourself, hugging the wall for dear life. if you thought it’d be hard to look into his eyes before, it is basically a death sentence now. he sounded so irate, but so hot.
“i..i’m sorry,” you uttered.
“sorry? no i don’t want a ‘sorry’, i want you to tell me that you’ll talk to me. am i scary or something?” he continued.
“n-no! you’ll never scare me, i just..assumed..,” you felt your throat seizing up.
he was so close, you could feel his body heat radiating onto you.
“assumed what, y/n, don’t blue-ball me now. tell me what i did, and we can work this out,” taehyun said, his voice softening when he realized you look smaller then when he first saw you today.
you felt his concern, he was concerned, for you? why did he want to bother with you? why did he care so much, so much to the point of hunting you down? why? your mind was going a million places, when suddenly taehyun hugged your waist with his right hand, his heartbeat slowly becoming noticeable to you. you looked at him for the first time ever, and took a deep breath.
“y-youstartedtryingtotalktomeallofasuddenandigotnervous!” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut.
“nervous of what y/n? did you think i was trying to hurt you? i could never hurt someone as cute as you, i mean look at you. you’re curled into yourself darling,” taehyun said, the sweetness dripping from his lips.
he really had no idea how flirty he was being, did he? you heard him call his guy friends and girl friends ‘darling’ before, so you knew you weren’t special.
“i was nervous that you would notice i – !” you stopped yourself, sliding down the wall and balling yourself up.
“..lik…ou.”
your butt was touching the floor now, then you heard taehyun shifting around until he was at the same level as you. you didn’t want to see his facial expression right now.
“what’d you say y/n? please tell me,” he asked.
“ilikeyou,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “now please leave me alone, i know you don’t like me b-”
his hand touched the top of your head, and he giggled.
“you’re so cute angel.”
“you have to look at me for me to kiss you angel.”
“i know i know, just give me a second.”
it had been months since you two began dating, and you still didn’t have your first kiss due to your shyness. taehyun decided that on the 3-month mark, you had to let him kiss you (if you said no, then he wouldn’t pressure you, but thankfully you said yes to the plan).
now you were sitting on his bed, your head staring at the sheets as taehyun waited for you to look at him like a puppy. since dating him, you realized that taehyun’s love language was physical touch and that you being close to him was important for him to understand that you loved him.
“take your time angel,” taehyun said, leaning back a tad bit.
you slowly lifted your head, scanning his entire body, and finally resting on his face. his eyes were expecting you, he smiled as you finally made eye contact. he raised his left hand to caress your face, and he leaned a little closer. his eyes now staring at your lips.
“l-let’s stay like this for a little bit, my heart is pounding too much,” you said, feeling his right hand touch your lower back to bring you closer.
he hummed in response, and rested his head on your right shoulder, his right hand drawing small circles. he let his left hand fall as he waited patiently, loving the feeling of your warm body touching his. you looked up at the ceiling and realized that you were lucky to find someone who could deal with your shyness, someone who would be okay with just holding hands, or you just sitting next to him. you smiled and tapped taehyun’s shoulder.
“do it.”
“finally.”
ღ huening kai, class clown/social butterfly x student council member
♫ playing now : some by bol4 & attention by newjeans
finally we reached our cutie hyuka
now obviously i don’t know if he’s truly the class clown but his laugh… it RADIATES class clown energy
he IS that class disruption that people want to hate but can’t because he’s so damn cute
probably has students folding for him with his bubbly and humorous personality
but! you being a student council member, you are basically his enemy
someone who’s always trampling on his fun :(
you two probably grew up going to the same schools
he knows who you are and always wants to catch up with you
but you always give him the cold shoulder for whatever reason
you most likely liked him when yall were younger and when you hit high school you wanted to impress him by joining student council
but it backfired because the school needed you to keep up appearances
plus the pressure from your other members :((
yeah you never got the chance to talk to kai once yall began school
it makes him sad to look at you stressing out and losing the sparkle you had when you two were younger
so he tries extra hard to make the class environment happier so when you walk in, you won’t get negative vibes
probably sees you getting scolded by a fellow council member and decides to finally walk up to you and get you to have fun with him
“i asked you to do just one thing! why can’t you do anything right?! god y/n, it’s like you joined student council without getting an education first, why did we get such a dumbass?”
“i hear what you’re saying, but this is completely inappropriate. if you have a problem with me personally, we can discuss this with our advisor, instead of berating me and embarrassing the entire student council in the public hallway. please go and compose yourself before accusing me of not doing my role.”
your fellow member stormed off with an eye-roll, and you sighed before turning around to see kai standing there with his eyes wide open.
“wow! you were so cool y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile on his face.
i’m cool..? he thinks i’m cool..?
“what do you need kai?” you asked, forcing a straight face.
“i just wanted to see if you were ok, i saw that person yelling at you,” kai replied, a pout replacing his smile.
“well i’m fine, thank you. now please excuse me, i must go home now,” you said, nearing your breaking point.
nothing seemed to be going right this week, first you fail to do a homework assignment on time, leading to you forgetting about the work your member asked you to do, then you got yelled at in front of multiple students and kai, it really was not your week. you walked into the bathrooms and started to stare at yourself.
you joined student council to look cool for kai, but now look at you. heavy eyebags, unkempt hair, lazy school clothes, and no life in your eyes.
“kai would never want me now..,” you muttered to yourself, mindlessly fixing your wrinkled clothes.
you took one more look at yourself, and burst into tears. it was all too much for you. the pressure of keeping up an image, a false image, you wish you could be like kai. he was free and constantly expressing himself in ways you could never think of for yourself. you were jealous of him, you wanted to get the wings you were sure he was gifted.
you washed your face lightly and stepped out of the bathroom, and felt a giant force come from your right as someone hugged you with a ton of vigor.
“e-excuse me!” you yelled, looking at your attacker.
kai merely glanced down at you with 10 peoples’ worth of pity. was..was he listening to you cry?
“let’s go have fun, y/n, please?”
turns out his idea of “fun”, was dragging you to an arcade. the whole time, he was urging you to find a game you wanted to play together, but his eyes kept drifting to the stuffie claw game. after playing a few games of your choice, you walked over to the claw machine, staring intently at which one he would like.
“kai, choose one. i’ll try and get it for you,” you said.
“choose one? i was going to ask you to choose one for yourself..i am the one who invited you after all, but if you insist!” he replied, proceeding to stick his face onto the glass.
you giggled as he saw his nose sploosh against the glass as he stared at the stuffies with endless child-like curiosity. you knew damn well he would not be able to pick one, so you tapped his shoulder to get him out of his stuffie-drunk state.
“you’re not going to be able to pick just one, i know, let me just get one for you so we can go home,” you said, gently pushing him aside.
kai pouted but nodded as he watched you get into position. he watched intently as the arm moved to the right, then to the left, and slowly..slowly went down, and grabbed a stuffie that looked just like you.
“here,” you handed him the stuffie.
he started to giggle slightly.
“it looks just like you! it has your angry eyes and your cute cheeks!” he said, poking the stuffie all over its face.
he hugged the stuffie tightly.
“you should just hug me then. i look just like it anyways,” you said, looking away in embarrassment.
a loud gasp came from him, and you got tackled, nearly crashing into the claw machine.
“ahh i love you! you’re so cute when you talk to me!” kai squealed, hugging you like you were going to disappear.
“you love me?”
now after you two started dating, kai made an effort to be the most ANNOYING couple ever.
random hallway tummy rubs?
check.
bursting into your classroom just to say he loves you?
check.
carrying you on his back when you slightly trip?
check.
being extremely cheesy and cringy?
check, check, and check.
have fun with this giant ass penguin who probably does not understand personal boundaries.
…and we’re done! this is my first work, and it took me like 2 and a half weeks to finish. ://
using the tag “ ღ the lune sees all “ will show all my written works, please expect more from me!
almost none of my works will be proofread, since i am…really…really lazy.
❀ Synopsis : You and Yeonjun were the power couple all through school, and everyone thought they always would be until he up and left with no real reason. Soobin was there to pick up the pieces, caring for you and the child that Yeonjun didn’t even know about, becoming the father she loved, and the man you adored. Everything is perfect… Until Yeonjun decides to show up again three years later.
does civil engineering include coding? sorry i’m genuinely curious, i have to choose a major soon + i’m enjoying coding so far and also enjoyed my engineering classes earlier when i did them (i’m currently doing architecture rn and i kinda hate it tho) so i was looking for majors that might have smtg similar to both… ily! 🤍
civil engineering doesnt include coding! I recommend computer science if you want a coding focused major. architecture is somewhat (tho not really tbh) similar to CE but theyre drawing focused and CE is all math and physics focused.
If you want to still be under the engineering umbrella with coding maybe electrical engineering or software engineering might be for you!
edit:
forgot to mention LMAO my university is requiring me to take a coding class hence why im coding rn JAJNSJD
hi! i was wondering if i could make a request for headcanons w/ enhypen where their s/o is shorter and younger than them, but always babies them and acts really doting + affectionate? like they’re always the big spoon, or like “come here and try this” and feeding them, so they just enjoy taking care of them (just very soft interactions!), sorry if this is confusing, i just felt really tempted to request after reading some of your works, they’re really cute! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍💌💘💗♥️💕🤍🤍🤍🤍
notes: fluff! mention of food (on most of them...) and profanity
request states “hi! i was wondering if i could make a request for headcanons w/ enhypen where their s/o is shorter and younger than them, but always babies them and acts really doting + affectionate? like they’re always the big spoon, or like “come here and try this” and feeding them, so they just enjoy taking care of them (just very soft interactions!), sorry if this is confusing, i just felt really tempted to request after reading some of your works, they’re really cute! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍💌💘💗♥️💕🤍🤍🤍🤍"
heeseung
he LOVES it sm??
it's questionable ngl to u
he does NOT want to admit the fact that he likes that you baby him
okay maybe let's say you're shorter than him
he's 6 foot right, so you're shorter than 6 feet...
and you're younger than him,,
does not leave the fact that you! will! baby! him!
babie seungie
one time he got hurt during practice and yang leader called you
"y/n! y/n! heeseung-hyung got hurt and he can't walk!"
THE WAY YOU RAN SO FAST
you got to their practice room within less than 15 minutes
"WEHRE IS HE"
you saw him staring at nowhere sitting at the corner with his foot wrapped in a cast
😪😪😪 poor heeseung
you walked towards him with a pout
he looked at you feeling bad bc he didn't want you worrying about him
given the fact that he should be babying and worrying abt you bc you're younger than him
but no, he's the one who needs babying
he looked down and he saw a bag of snack and first aid kit
more like an attempt to being a first aid kit bc it was just ice and band aid
but either way the thought counts am I right
"you made me worry. no, I'm really worried. look at you."
you sat down with him and put ice on the fractured, swollen foot.
which you also fed him not like he has working hands anyway 🙄🙄
"thank you" he quietly said, feeling guilty.
you pouted and pulled him closer and hugged him
"please don't make me worry like that again."
"okay mom"
"hey stop that! im younger than you!!"
jay
mf
istg he does NOT hide anything
"jay-ah!"
"yes 🥺🥺🥺"
"try this! i made this for you!"
you held up a macaron that you baked and put it closer to his mouth
he smiled SO WIDELY!
AND! HE! JUST! HE!
he took a small bite
which got you really happy because he looked so EFFIN ADORABLE
you were looking at him like 🥺🥺🥺
"my babie"
you squished his face and kissed his lil cheekies
then caressed it
then he, he, he
he made you boop his nose!!!
what the heck jay!!
"I like the macaron" he said in tiny
AAACCCCk
you melted to his arms and you guys stayed like that
cuddling
mind you this is at a park, yall were having a picnic or something
"i luv u"
NAUR STOP
like you're just so tiny in his arms
and you're younger that him
but the way you both care for each other>>>
*squish squish*
jake
okay mr can't stop acting sexy
would only show his vulnerability to you and you only
would literally get SOOOO sad if you don't pay attention to him
one time you were doing your homework at a library and he kept you company
you're one grade/year younger than him
but he acts like a puppy around you
"are you done yet?"
"no not yet"
"hurry i want to grab ice cream"
you glared at him
"i need to work hard on studying unlike you jaeyun"
you pouted
BIGGEST POUT EVER
don't u ever make jaeyun sad istg
once you were done he looked at u again
with him puppy eyes
"can we grab ice cream now"
"yes"
he latched to you arms and dragged you out
and mf
you fed him his mf ice cream KDJHFJSHSFDJ
he also fed you btw
but you mostly fed him
"this is the best day of my life"
"shut the hell up jake and hold your ice cream!"
you're on your tippy toes trying to reach him while feeding him
and he would tease you by tippy toeing much higher than you do
but!!
YOU wont admit to yourself that you actually like seeing him this happy by babying him
you love babying him BC it makes him happy
and you're happy bc he's happy
and he's happy bc you're happy
sunghoon
you visited him at mubank afterschool
ofc his colleagues and staffs are there so he wanted to still give off that cool guy vibe or wtvr
but!!
once you got you're privacy
the biggest baby ever
"ahh, babe I'm so tired, do you wanna massage my back for me."
you agreed and literally kneeled on the couch bc you're so small and massaged him
would baby you too
how?
helping you do homework
literally
he may or may not be the smartest on some subjects but he tried his hardest!!
he loves you massages so while he helps and explains stuff you would give small massages
and you would like
iiiiiccckckckckc
steal kisses on his cheeks
would act like he's disgusted but he wants it!
he needs those kisses!
you would also hug him from the back and dig your face on his neck and he's giggle bc it tickles
stop being so cute ig DSJFHS
"you're such a baby" hed say
"nooo, you're MY baby"
SO GIDDY AACCK
sunoo
would scold you!
why>???>?
bc you're younger and HE should baby you!
one time you had your arms wrapped around his while shopping for clothes
and he made you try the hoodie he wants to buy for himself
but you want to match so yeah you got two hoodies
it's like 2x bigger than him
so its 5x bigger than you LMFAO
but it's okay!!!
you both found each other SOOOO adorable
you fixed his hoodie
"you're so cute" you giggled
you reached to him face and kissed his nose
HE MELTED!!!
he covered his face bc HE GOT SO SHYWQWJE
not shy not me
not shine
anyWYA
you just ended up walking around with the matching hoodie
+ you went home and cuddled
he was laying on your bed just on his phone so you laid on top of him
you said you laid on top of him to "keep him warm"
yeah right
you guys r like butter on bread just bc ur e so small comparing to him
"you're my baby im your baby"
jungwon
you both were at home
at home doing nothing but cuddling
guess who was the small spoon
not you LMFAO
he has his head rested on your chest
you're like half his size right
while YOURE READING A BOOK FOR YOUR HOMEWORK
bjdjds
k1ll two birds with one stone id say
you giving him back rubs
and his arms wrapped around your body
"this feels nice" he said
"mhm"
he looked up to see you focused on reading
"ah, i read that last year."
"its an interesting boo ngl"
"yeah, well the main character went through all that trauma for their spouse.."
you both ended up cuddling WHILE he teaches you the book content KDFKSDJ
you would talk about your homework while cuddling #goALS
also while cuddling, you were also rubbing his back and head right
so like he fell asleep :(((
so devastating he fell asleep on you bc you were making him feel calm!!
you loved it you loved the sight
you took so many photos and set it as your wall paper <3
ni-ki
he's young
well you are too
he's doing his homework, you are too
you prepared some snacks and fruits to eat while doing homework
an dyou were just feeding him!!
stop babying him!!!
I'm kidding
he refuses to eat the fruit that you would offer
but then you'd get SOOO sad
so hell eat it
you would teach him whatever he doesn't understand
and you would also not stop feeding him lols
anyways you both took a break
and played games on his computer or maybe game console
you were sitting on or between his legs
i can not emphasize the fac t that you're way smaller than this giant baby
you would playfully argue while playing the game
arguments turned into cuddles >>>
you would stop him from moving!!
he's gonna be like
"imma get water"
you: "no stop sit back down lemme get it for you!"
ni ki: "i can walk tho>??>?"
you: "no stay!"
at the end you ended up with you playing with his hair bc its soft??
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