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celestiababie · 3 years ago

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FIC RECS

I've been wanting to make one of these for a while since I've REALLY gotten back into reading.

(M) stands for MATURE

💫 stands for FAVORITE

Credit goes to all of these wonderful writers who have made my days better because of their amazing writing! Please show these guys your support if you loved their fic(s) as much as I did.

Jung Jaehyun

1) Sleep Well, Princess by @anashins (M)

When you were six, you developed a crush on your older brother's best friend. When you were thirteen, you fell head over heels in love with him. When you were sixteen, you decided to wait for when the time was right. When you were nineteen, he rejected you.

2) Out Kids Talk about Us/Let's Talk about Our Kids by @anashins (M)

After his beloved wife's death, Jaehyun still wears his wedding ring to keep women away from him. When your kids become friends and his daughter starts to move on, he suddenly finds himself being the one stuck in the past.

Jaehyun has vowed to never marry again after his wife's death while you don't want to be tied down to someone who cannot fully commit to you. Yet, you can't seem to move on from each other.

My notes: This was sad but really cute. I might just be anashins trash tho.... Jaehyun's character in this was really interesting to experience and the way things unraveled was SO COMPELLING TO READ.

3) Under your skin by @neoculturetravesty (M)💫

Isn't it really complicated when one fuck buddy starts catching feels and wanting more? But is it you or Jaehyun?

My notes: One of my all-time favorites because I am a sucker for pining. The sexual chemistry was also really hot and the angst did hit hard which is what I love out of my angst.

4) Lie to me by @neoculturetravesty (M)💫

Jaehyun knows he's playing with fire when he keeps booking the most beautiful girl that the high end mafia-owned escort service has to offer.

My notes: This has got to be my favorite Jaehyun fic ever- It's so intense and I've found myself coming back to reread it over and over. It might be a bit too intense for some people and I totally get that. But the breaking of Jaehyun's character is amazing to read.

5) Every Lie You Type (on-going social media au!) by @duhnova 💫

Y/n is a first year psychology student who is a helpless romantic, Johnny is a second year photography student who has a messed up view on love after a toxic relationship and nasty breakup with his ex. When the two meet they instantly click and their future together is looking bright until someone from the past comes back and tears them apart. Now everything is messed up and Johnny has to work to fix his mistakes before it becomes too late.

My notes: I know the summary is all about Johnny but just trust me okay? JOIN TEAM JAEHYUN.

Johnny Seo

1) Every Lie You Type (on-going social media au!) by @duhnova 💫

My notes: Fuck Johnny. But you guys should seriously check this smau out! I love how detailed the back stories of the characters are, and I'd recommend looking at the asks on their account for even MORE story.

2) Off the record by @tyonfs (M)

When you get the biggest scoop on one of the sports teams, you're determined to get in on the front page of the school newspaper. Unfortunately, your only lead is the basketball team's captain, Johnny Suh, and not only is he a tough nut to crack, but he's also a little too good at distracting you.

3) Claim: Alpha!Johnny by @smileysuh (M)

When a pack offers up you, an omega, to Johnny as a show of 'good faith', he knows he needs to get you out of there. The tricky part is introducing you to his all alpha pack and making it clear that he doesn't have a claim on you and that you're free to choose any mate you'd like. As your first hear living with Johnny looms, tensions rise.

Nakamoto Yuta

1) On a Night Call by @anashins (M)

Since you're still not over your past relationship, your friend recommends a guy to you who should help you feel a bit less lonely. You expect a therapist or a fortune teller when that night, an escort boy stands in front of you. And he's determined to do his job right.

Choi Soobin

1) First love (masterlist) by @softhoures (M) 💫

Your boyfriend, Soobin, has trouble confessing to you that he's a virgin. After a loss of communication, some insecurity, and lots of research, he wants you to be his fist time as well as his first love.

Now that Soobin's got a taste of you, he wants even more. He has so much he wants to try! Good thing his roommate, Yeonjun, is out of town from another couple days ;)

Soobin takes you to meet his family for the first time for Christmas! Things take a turn when Soobin gets jealous and needs a reminder of just who you're in love with.

My notes: I FUCKING LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS. SO SO SO SO GOOD.

2) Bunny hybrid!Soobin by @crowhyun (M)

As a bunny hybrid, Soobin is having the hardest time controlling his natural instincts and needs. He goes as far as working with and befriending humans in order to keep his hybrid side in check. Then, he gets evicted from his small apartment, and his forced to move back on campus in the bunny dorm. Because he's not used to living with other bunnies, he gets overwhelmed. Once a certain embarrassing accident happens, he suddenly becomes attached to someone.

Kim Mingyu

1) I can't runaway by @gyukult (M) 💫

Everyone expresses love in different ways. That doesn't exclude you.

My notes: PINING MINGYU IS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER.

2) Though you weren't mine by @dropsofletters

New in town, with judgement following after every step she takes in life, the least she expects is to find a box filled with cd's that reads 'throw away' written in messy handwriting on its cardboard surface. When looking at the videos, she realizes there is a highlight to her day-as if he was part of a sitcom, and his name is Kim Mingyu. The downside? She doesn't know where to find him. Once existing in the same house as hers, no one knows where he went, but his smile remains petrified inside her head.

3) Sugar and you by @97-liners

In which Mingyu is an idealistic pastry chef, and you're a cynical wedding planner who doesn't believe in love.

Yoon Jeonghan

1) Cigarettes & coffee by @gyukult (M)

My notes: There was no summary but it was a fun read!

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theroomofreq · 3 years ago

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can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest. He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion. She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

#ror reqs #jily fic #mugge fic recs #jily fic rec list

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fairestwriting · 4 years ago

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heartslabyul index

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with s/o who's reckless with their own safety

riddle rosehearts

soulmate au

reaction to reader falling asleep under a tree

reaction to crush describing their type like in guy.exe

reaction to innocent crush singing touch you

vil's reaction to reader (his younger sister) dating him

setting reader up with his vice dorm leader but falling for them in the process*

with vampire s/o who's craving his blood

with s/o who plays a lot of otome games

with reader who's always surrounded by cats

having a crush on a hopeless romantic fem reader

reaction to malleus simping for someone

reaction to yuu sleeping with a body pillow of him

with cyber goth s/o

how he would be like as a brother

comforting tired s/o with cuddles

s/o gets amnesia and falls for someone else

catching his crush checking him out

reaction to yuu crying because he reminds them of their older sibling

with s/o who sings suddenly like a disney princess

with s/o who's taking care of a cat that oddly resembles him and rivals him getting all of s/o's affection

jade and floyd's reaction reader (their little sister) dating him

watching a disney classic with him

carnival date with his s/o

with s/o who's similar to morticia addams

poly relationship between trey, riddle, chenya and reader

receiving handmade gift from s/o

with s/o who despises tea and prefers coffee

with s/o who loves and makes good tea

playing the pocky game with his s/o

reacting to s/o wearing a maid outfit

crushing on vice dorm leader's sister

with tall and flirty fem s/o

wearing a maid dress

with himbo mc

finding out crush is related to the queen of hearts

makeout session with lipstick stains

with gentle giant boyfriend

visiting mc's world

reaction mc slapping his mother

fem s/o distracts him from studying with kisses

being tsundere for fem crush

getting a goodnight kiss from yuu

being hit by spell that makes him hold his crush's hand for hours

finding s/o's drawings of him

with s/o who doesn't put effort into celebrating their birthday

trey clover

riddle's reaction to reader (his younger sister) dating him*

lilia and silver's reaction to reader (also lilia's child) dating him

setting reader up with his dorm leader and falling for them in the process

kissing fem s/o who's too cute for her own good

with patient and affectionate s/o

getting back together with his ex

poly relationship between trey, riddle, chenya and reader

with cuddly fem s/o

with delinquent-looking s/o who somehow carries themselves elegantly

realizing he has a crush

ace trappola

older sibling-like reader

riddle's reaction to reader (his younger sister) dating him*

with a reader who's overprotective of grim

reaction to s/o ruffling his hair

getting caught checking out fem crush

reaction to fem reader cutting off most of her hair

"if we're single by 30, let's get married"*

with very photogenic/videogenic fem mc

jade and floyd's reaction to reader (their little sister) dating him

reaction to usually nonchalant s/o getting flustered

with tomboy fem s/o

with shy, socially awkward s/o

mc shows him popular music from their world

with parental figure mc who's tired of their antics

reaction to being drawn

reacting to seeing reader cry

deuce spade

older sibling-like reader

riddle's reaction to reader (his younger sister) dating him*

with a reader who's overprotective of grim

getting caught checking out fem crush

with physically affectionate s/o

reaction to fem reading cutting off most of her hair

with small but very strong s/o

getting a massage from his s/o

"if we're single by 30, let's get married"*

with very photogenic/videogenic mc

mc shows him popular music from their world

with parental figure mc who's tired of their antics

bridal carrying fem s/o who sprained her ankle

with motorcycle racer male s/o

reaction to being drawn

reacting to seeing reader cry

cater diamond

riddle's reaction to reader (his younger sister) dating him*

malleus' reaction to reader (his younger sister) dating him

getting caught checking out fem crush

with feline beastman s/o

with patient and affectionate s/o

yuu showing him music from their world

opening up to his s/o

reaction to usually nonchalant s/o getting flustered

with cuddly fem s/o

bridal carrying fem s/o who sprained her ankle

with fem s/o who can't handle cold

helping his friend get over a cheating ex

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emerald-chaos · 3 years ago

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hi sweetheart, congratulations on 2k!! i love you w my whole heart 💖 i thought i’d send everything in all at once so that i don’t spam your inbox lol

🍡— if someone was new to your blog, and you had to recommend a story that showed off your ability {aka your favourite story you’ve written}, what would it be? and maybe you can recommend a story that contributed to why you started writing or one that is an all-time favourite!

🍦— would you rather be on vacation on a tropical island and as fate would have it, bump into your ex, andy, the one who got away. or, stumble into a biker bar after your car breaks down in which a handsome, mysterious stranger by the name of chris offers his assistance getting you home.

🍭— share three lines from a wip that you are most excited to share with us.

hopefully these are okay!! sending you my love 💖

My sweet, darling, Mae. I adore you with my entire heart!!!!! 🥺 thank you so much for your kind words. Your support means the world to me 🤍.

These are such good questions!!!

I think the fic of mine that has been my favorite to write would probably be either Already Gone (Ex!Bucky Barnes x reader) or What A Lie (Andy Barber x reader). Both are ones that I felt really passionate about as I was writing them and were ones that I was excited to post.

There are a ton of fics that inspired me whenever I first came back to tumblr. Here are just a few of the people who’s writing I have adored and were some of the first people I spoke to on here:

@sunshinebuckybarnes @sweeterthanthis @msmarvelwrites @navybrat817 @cockslut-padalecki @angrythingstarlight @starlightcrystalline @the-iceni-bitch @drabblewithfrannybarnes and so, so many more. Like I said, these are just the first few people I read from!

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I have to admit, I am a sucker for a good biker AU. I think I would have to go with stumbling into a bar and getting some—ahem—assistance from a mysterious stranger named chris 😉

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The first three lines of a wip I’m excited to share are…

The tequila burned your throat in the most delicious way as you tossed back your second shot of the evening like it was nothing. The sting of the liquor caused you to cough slightly, your hand coming up to your mouth to catch the stray droplets that tried to fall from the corners of your lips. As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, you slammed the glass back onto the bar.

Perhaps this includes a certain fluffy haired fuckboy?

Who’s to say? 😉

Again, I love you mae. Thanks for the great questions.

Join my 2k milestone sleepover celebration! ✨

#asks #friends 💖#sav’s 2k celebration #sav’s 2k sweet sleepover #bemine bucky 2k sleepover

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ex-silent-reader · 4 years ago

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Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody! I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA - @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

“❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him”

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) - @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

Deepest Indulgence - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME. @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend? (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words.

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

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cinematicnomad · 3 years ago

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💯 + 📚 (from any fandoms) + 💘 (whatever your current fandom is)

💯 a fic that makes you think #writergoals okay, i know i've recced this a dozen times on this blog over the years but it's still true so:

lost time by ARCurren (105/105 | 352k+ | T) tom/sybil; canon compliant; AU post-3.04; historically accurate; slow burn; original characters

the story of a free spirit who was asked to give up the man she loved for a system she didn’t believe in and what happened next.

this fic is...honest to god one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read, it's INSANE how talented this writer is—and i am genuinely so sad that it's on ff.net bc i just?? want to find this author on tumblr or wherever and pick their brain and let them know just how much i love this fic

📚 a fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf oh WELL, it's gotta be:

down to agincourt by @seperis (4/? works | 1.1M+ | Ex) destiel; AU end!verse; canon divergent; apocalypse; canon typical violence; slow burn; original characters

the world's already over and they're already dead. all they're doing now is marking time until the end.

1) this fic is beautifully written and INSANELY intricate, 2) it's incredibly long! it deserves to be printed, and 3) what makes me want it on my shelf even more is the number of talented fans who have ALREADY printed off gorgeous copies of the books—just look at them 🤤

💘 a fic you couldn’t stop reading once you started i've currently been going on a wild binge through all of @ellanainthetardis's lengthy hayffie fics. i've read most of them before but they're just SO GOOD, i'm not even sure which one to rec. but i'll go with this one bc i first read it when she was posting it weekly, and this was the first time i got the chance to binge read it and it was just....so fucking good:

target by @ellanainthetardis (18/18 | 63k+ | M) haymitch/effie; canon divergent; pre-canon; murder mystery; slow burn; canon typical violence

when the games don't take place only in the arena and a mysterious psychopath is targetting escorts... what's a victor to do to keep his escort safe? not that haymitch cares. not at all. not even a little bit. or does he?

i am just...such a sucker for whenever ellana writes about the thg universe pre-74th hunger games. i've read so many of her fics now that i've completely forgotten what's canon vs fanon—the relationships between the victors, haymitch and effie's dynamics, the world of the games and the social rules they're all governed by outside of the arena...it's just so fucking good. chaff is in, like, what, a handful of chapters in catching fire? and in ellana's fics he's this whole realized person, haymitch's mentor and best friend with his own complicated inner soul and just....FUCK i love all of her fics, but this one was extra fun to read.

fic recs (ask meme)

#ask #anonymous #fic rec #i love all these fics so much you guys

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4haechie · 4 years ago

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balls, bouquets & broken hearts

➵ request: For the drabble game, can i request Donghyuck with Au #6, trope #6 & Prompts #14 please with fluff and angst? Thank youu very much, have a nice day~ 😊

➵ lee donghyuck x reader | fluff, slight angst (i tried my best but i’m a sucker for happy endings), exes to lovers au, hogwarts au | 1,407 words | “you’re so not making this easy for me.”

➵ warnings: some curse words here and there, a failed attempt at angst

➵ a/n: tysm for the request! hope u have a nice day as well, and enjoy

want to request? check this post out!

“so,” your friend chirps during lunch, nudging you with her elbow, “who are you taking to the yule ball this weekend?”

you shift uncomfortably beside her. you haven’t even thought about it...not since you and donghyuck broke up a month ago. “i don’t know...what about you?”

she flushes shyly, “mark asked me a couple of days ago.” she lets out a fucking giggle. she never giggles. slytherins don’t giggle–and you yourself haven’t giggled since...

“that’s awesome, y/f/n! i’m really happy for you.” you let her know.

she mumbles “thanks” and twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers when she sees mark at the gryffindor table, who gives her a wink. you roll your eyes.

“you know...” she grabs a french fry from her plate and nibbles on it, “donghyuck hasn’t asked anyone yet, either. mark told me so.”

you clench your fist, causing the napkin you’re holding to crumble under your touch. “why should i care?”

“maybe because you’re in love with–”

“shut the fuck up! and keep your voice down, or i swear i’ll give you your own personal thunderstorm.” you threaten, but both of you know very well that you don’t mean it.

even though you’re not with donghyuck anymore, and he was the one who broke up with you, your friend never misses an opportunity to bring him up. it’s no use though; you’re over him.

of course, you are. why wouldn’t you be?

your friend drops the subject after seeing your clenched fist. she jokes around a lot, but she knows you better than anyone. she knows you’re hurt because of him. but she also remembers how happy he made you. she just wants you to be happy, again. she hasn’t seen you smile since...since, well, donghyuck dumped you. she wants to make him pay, yes, but she also wants him to realise how badly he fucked up by breaking up with you.

“how do i look?” y/f/n asks you, spinning around slowly. her dress is beautiful–a sleeveless, emerald-coloured ball gown. its frock is done in lace, layers and layers of it. her dress might be beautiful, but she looks even more ethereal, you think. mark is a lucky guy.

“stunning,” you reply. you hand her her purse containing emergency supplies–a piece of paper with the new password to the common room, her wand, lip gloss, a pack of gum, and a copy of the map of hogwarts.

she flashes you a grin, but it soon fades away. “you’re really gonna stay here all alone? can’t you at least come for the food or something? i promise i’ll keep you company the entire time.”

you shake your head, “y/f/n, you know i can’t. what if i see him?” you trail off, fidgeting with your wand. she looks like she’s about to argue, but you point your wand at the door of your and y/f/n’s dorm room, “alohomora.” it whips open, and you get up and shove her out of the door. “have fun– and tell mark i said hi!”

it hasn’t even been an hour since your friend left, but you hear a knock at the door. there’s no way she’d be back so soon. you grab your wand–just in case–and carefully head to the door. with your wand in your right hand, you twist the knob with your left hand, ready for some teacher to come breathing down your neck as to why you failed to show up at the ball.

“hey, y/n.”

it’s donghyuck.

what. the. fuck.

you must’ve said that out loud, since donghyuck looks beyond apologetic.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to show up like that, um...”

“what are you...what are you doing here?” you manage to say. he replies but you don’t hear anything. your eyes trail down from his eyes to his lips, then to his hands–he’s holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers from hogsmeade?

what in merlin’s beard?

“so, yeah. i’m sorry. i’m really fucking sorry.” he finishes his long rant–which you don’t hear–and holds out the bouquet.

you don’t have words. “uh...” you take the flowers, nonetheless, but you curse yourself silently for not paying attention to what he has to say.

he giggles.

slytherins...they don’t giggle. unless they’re in–

“i asked you why you didn’t go,” he says.

“oh. um, i didn’t really want to. i was planning on catching up on homework,” you gesture at the various books and stationery spread out on your bed.

he nods. “i hope you like the flowers,” he scratches the back of his neck. “i’ll leave you to it,” he says as he’s about to walk away. then it occurs to you–how did he get to your dorm without getting caught?

“wait!” you tug at the sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt, “how did you even get here? there are teachers and prefects patrolling, right?”

he looks down at your hand and looks back at you sheepishly. “i used an invisibility potion.”

he...he brewed an invisibility potion just to see you?

“wow. i, um, did not expect that. wait, why did you even give me the flowers?” you say.

the sheepish smile leaves his lips, and gets replaced by a smirk. “you really weren’t listening to a word i said, were you? who would’ve thought? you...getting distracted because of my handsome face...”

your snap out of the confused look you’re giving him to punch him square in the arm. “you know, what? fuck you, donghyuck. here, i thought you’re being nice to me–for once, acting like i exist, ever since you,” you jerk your index finger at his chest, “broke up with me.” tears almost threaten to spill from your eyes, but you’re stronger than that. you chide them internally, sighing, and blink them away.

he quickly regrets everything, as soon as he sees the glisten in your eyes. “y/n...”

“leave. just go, get out of here. don’t make me use magic.” you throw the flowers back at him. he catches them, barely, and watches sadly as a few petals drop to the floor.

he grips them in one hand and juts out another to stop you from slamming the door in his face. you’re about to protest, but he says: “do you wanna know what else i said? i said i was sorry. i said i never meant to break up with you. losing you, letting you go, was the worst mistake i’ve ever made. i regret everything, y/n. i broke up with you because i was scared. nobody made me feel the way you did. i was scared because i was in love with you, y/n. i am still...i still love you. i’m still in love with you,” he says almost in one whole breath. “i guess i never stopped.”

you’re left speechless again. you don’t know what to do. magic isn’t going to get you out of this one.

“i totally understand if you don’t feel the same way,” he continues. “actually, there’s no way you do. i’ll get out of your hair now. just wanted to come right out and say it, so that, you know, i don’t regret not telling you.” he gently removes your hand from yours, gives you one final look of pure love, and steps away from you.

jesus, this boy.

“god, you’re so not making this easy for me.” you grab his arm, turning him to face you. “i don’t. i don’t not feel the same way. when you broke up with me, most of me was really fucking angry–and hurt and confused. but i also realised how much you meant–” you shake your head, “mean to me.”

his smile gets bigger after hearing each word you utter.

“you hurt me, donghyuck. but...but i know your feelings are real and genuine. it’s gonna take some time for me to, like, forgive you completely, though.” you eye the flowers in his hand and take them back.

his grin is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. he holds up his hands, “i totally understand. take as long as you need.”

you give him a small smile. “so...the ball isn’t over yet. what do you say we go together–as friends, of course.”

he smiles so hard you think he’s gonna burst, “i thought you’d never ask.”

maybe...maybe you’ll forgive him sooner than you thought.

( “i forgot to ask–who told you i’d be in my room? like, how did you know i wasn’t at the ball?”

“y/f/n told me.” )

#haechan fluff #haechan drabbles #haechan imagines #haechan fics #haechan x reader #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck drabbles #donghyuck fics #donghyuck x reader #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #mine #req

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egretta-random-writes · 4 years ago

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In the Quiet of 3:30 am - Fridge Raid

Note: This setting is an AU that everyone lives, Giorno is now Don and pays everyone well for their services (unlike some *cheapskate* pink-haired ex-mafia boss). I saw this headcanon of La Squadra as housemates and I fell in love with it. The headcanon of Risotto stealing everyone else’s food is absolutely funny to me. Nephila is my OC.

I’m such a sucker for fluff.

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Out of the corner of her eye, Nephila saw something invisible was moving things around the kitchen when she got downstairs. Suddenly alert and thinking it was some intruder, she tensed, ready to unleash her stand, Red Fraction. Then realizing quickly who it likely was, she relaxed and wandered in to start making her tea.

“Capo, that bresaola is better with some bread, it cuts down some of the salt.”

The giant figure of La Squadra’s capo shimmered into existence as Metallica’s invisibility was turned off. Risotto quietly shut the fridge door and turned to his new recruit. Nephila gave him a small smile in greeting, “Good morning.”

“How do you know that?” he asked. The red eyes of her capo seemed to stare straight into her soul, setting her instincts to flee on high alert. She huffed, forcing herself to relax as she focused on filling the kettle instead.

“I was lucky enough that Proscuitto shared part of a slice with me one day. Though to be honest, I find it too salty just by itself. Don’t know how he stands it.” Nephila replied, setting the kettle on the stove. She then sat down on one of the nearby stools to wait “So you’re the one taking his bresaola, he was complaining that it was getting smaller so quickly.” she looked at Risotto with a wry grin. The thought of her capo raiding the fridge and stealing food at night like a raccoon was just absolutely hilarious.

He raised a brow, quietly challenging her, “What are you going to do about it.”

She laughed quietly and shook her head.

“You’re secret is safe with me. I have some bread, cheese and honey if you’d like.” she offered.

Risotto took the bread and cheese then started cutting into the bresaola.

“It’s 3:30. What are you doing up so early?” He asked, curious as to what she was doing all dressed and ready to leave before the sun was even out.

“It’s my day off so I’m going to the research station. I’ll be back by late afternoon and have my phone and mirror in case you need to reach me though.”

“This early?”

“Yes. Ringing operations start at dawn so I will need to get there earlier to help set up.” Nephila explained with a relaxed smile as the conversation turned to a topic that she was more comfortable in. Risotto hummed casually in acknowledgment as he chewed on his midnight snack. That explained why she went to sleep so early, even declining to having dinner with Ghiaccio and Illuso after their mission together.

“What is ringing?” He remembered that her previous profession was a scientist of some sort, though she never went into specific detail.

Nephila quickly took the kettle off the stove before it started to whistle, “Bird ringing is mainly catching birds and putting a ring around their legs.” she explained as she poured the hot water into her cup, “Each ring has their series of numbers and or letters to keep track of that specific bird, which helps to identify them when someone finds or recaptures them.”

The strong smell of mint wafted into the air as she joined her capo at the table. Risotto glanced at her, “What information do you gather from them? Is that what you did previously?”

His recruit stared thoughtfully into her cup, “Well, a lot actually. When birds are captured, we determine species, age, and sex. Measurements are taken so we can find out species sizes. If birds are recaptured, the numbers and letters on their ring are recorded. From a database, we can find out where they were previously captured, at what age, who ringed them; essentially allowing us to track the travels of that individual bird.”

She smiled wistfully, “That was one of things I did in my profession, before everything happened. So now, I volunteer my time and skills instead. I’d like to continue doing this at least, until I couldn’t or not allowed to anymore.” If there was one thing he noticed about his recruit, it was that she smiled a lot. Not the fake kind of smile, but just a reaction that seemed to came naturally to her. Happy smiles, sad smiles, content smiles, and nervous smiles; he’s seen them all.

“As long as it does not compromise the team, I don’t care what you do.” He replied.

Nephila looked up at him. There it was, that easy bright smile again. “Thanks. They are open to the public if you’d ever like to visit. If you have time and are curious, I’d be happy to take you. It’s usually rather quiet and peaceful, not many people around.”

Her capo nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

“Offer’s available any time.”

“Hm.”

They settled into a comfortable silence afterwards, each assassin paying attention to the food and beverage in front of them instead.

A small sandwich on a plate was suddenly pushed in front of her. Nephila looked up from her tea to her capo in question.

“You skipped dinner last night, bring it with you.”

“You won’t tell Proscuitto?” she grinned.

Risotto smirked back, “Your secret is my secret.”

#jjba #quiet of 3:30am #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #la squadra #jjba oc #risotto #risotto nero #jjba fluff #risotto x oc

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beerecordings · 4 years ago

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Mythology AU - Chase is a Selkie, Marvin’s a star spirit, Jameson’s fae but likes to look like a little black dog, Henrik’s the seventh son of a seventh son, and Jackie is Jackie! See other pieces from this universe here and here.

Thanks for the prompt, Kit! This fic is not actual ego shipping but features what’s basically a love spell on one ego which needs to be broken. But no one tries to take advantage of anyone else and they all work together to help. This is the earliest point in the timeline I’ve written so far, with Chase meeting Henrik, Jackie, and Marvin! I hope you like it.

As a lil mythology debriefing, most Selkie who have their coats stolen in the stories have them stolen intentionally and are then either forced to marry the men who stole them or fall in love with and marry the men who stole them. Giving a Selkie their coat back releases them to either stay or go, but I wanted to explore what would happen if a Selkie had their coat given back to them but was still too love-drunk from having it stolen in the first place to be able to think clearly and get back in the ocean.

He’s nervous.

A lot of Henrik’s clients are. A lot of Henrik’s clients are nervous. A lot of Henrik’s clients, these days, aren’t human.

The seventh son of a seventh son can see us, they might tell each other, flitting between the branches of a tree or drifting with the waves of the water. He learned human medicine, but he’s quick. He’s quick. He’s learning and his luck is good.

His luck is very good. His mind, he likes to tell himself, is better.

(But the truth is that his luck is better than anyone’s and maybe if it hadn’t caused him so much grief and driven him away from everything he had ever known he would appreciate it better.)

He’s nervous then, yes, but Henrik can’t see the glamour of a fairy on his skin or the flickering color of a shape-shifter’s eye. There are no horns hiding in his hair, no hooves tucked away in his sneakers, no water streaming endlessly from his eyes. He does not speak in tongues or hover just a centimeter off the ground. He does not glow. He does not breathe like the cosmos are running through his lungs.

He just looks human.

But if you are the seventh son of a seventh son, you might catch, in the air, the same thing that Henrik did - a slight smell of salt and stone.

And a faint feeling that the man and his child are not human.

“How’re you now?” asks the man in a whisper, tucking the baby close to his chest and taking a step back from Henrik as he swung open the door to his run-down little clinic. Henrik stares back at him and then around at the alleyway, wondering if someone is following him, but there is nothing there but the man and the bundle in his arms.

“Good, and yourself?” answers Henrik politely, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s late, I’m about to close.”

“Sorry.” He tugs on the cap over his hair nervously, disturbing a single blond curl in the middle of his dark brown hair. “I thought the fever would go away, but it hasn’t. If I don’t get it checked out my ex will have me for sausage.”

“Mh. A baby?”

The man clears his throat and holds the infant out.

Henrik stares down at the baby. Up at the father. Down at the baby.

Now there is something slightly inhuman to them.

It’s in the eyes. He’s never seen eyes so dark and deep, like they were made for nothing but light to come in. With one, it’s an oddity. With the two of them...

It’s strange.

“The baby is human?” asks Henrik, in a voice that says he already knows the answer.

The man stares at Henrik, black eyes wide.

He’s nervous.

Henrik sighs and steps back from the door. “Come on in.”

“Thank you. Thank you. My ex would have killed me.”

The man darts in the door, heaving his backpack up on his shoulders and scurrying over to the examination table, where he takes one last glance at Henrik and then begins to unwrap the baby like a little Christmas present.

Baby shampoo and salt smell warm the chilly little clinic while the baby fusses unhappily at his father, reaching up to snag his finger and shove it into his soft, slobbery baby mouth for something to gnaw on. He has a little white onesie with different colors of fish patterned all over and a tiny breast pocket that says “I’m a real catch!”

Sometimes being supremely lucky is very nice, especially if it brings you cute babies to examine while you were in one of the slightly tired, bored, generally-unhappy-and-not-really-knowing-why moods you’ve been stuck in for some weeks. Henrik washes his hands at the sink and comes over to examine the baby.

“His name’s Hunter. I’m - ”

“Don’t tell me names,” Henrik cuts him off. “I don’t ask questions. You have money?”

“Yes, whatever you charge.”

“Dangerous offer.”

The man gives a weak chuckle.

Hunter gurgles angrily at Henrik’s hands roaming over his chubby body, kicking his feet in their booties and slurping on his father’s finger as a form of protest.

“Yes, his temperature is high,” Henrik agrees. “How long has he been like this?”

“Since yesterday. I just have him for the weekend and he’s been the grumpiest little sucker in the world. I have to take him back to my wife’s tonight. Sorry... my ex’s. She was my wife but now she isn’t, and so with the kids it’s kind of, uh. Well. Hard.”

“Don’t have to explain, I understand,” says Henrik mildly, listening to Hunter’s heart.

“Oh? You’re, uh, divorced? Or should I not ask questions either?”

Henrik raises an eyebrow at him, a small smile rising on his mouth. “I’ll excuse it this one time. We’re separated. But the child was much older.”

“Ah. Yeah. Messy split or was it, like, pretty clean?”

“It was a natural disaster,” answers Henrik wryly, and the man manages a full laugh this time, his stance relaxing a little.

He isn’t like the men from the gangs, staring in Henrik in silence as he works. He isn’t like the kids and adults who are running away from something and try to stay quiet despite the nervous confessions that keep falling from their mouths, looking for someone to confide in. He isn’t like the fairies who run their eyes up and down Henrik’s body, whispering to each other about how clever or how silly this human is or making snide jokes about him stinking of beer or bratwurst.

Henrik is glad. He thinks he needed a break from all of that. His work is his great love, but often it fuels his fury or, worse, breaks his heart.

There has been a melancholy in him lately. He does not know how to disperse it. No one would have noticed, because Jackie never can pick up on it, but Marvin said that his eyes had gone sad, whatever that means, and informed their roommate that Henrik needed cheering up. Since then he’s been hiding in his office more often than not - he can only be smothered in starboy kisses and served sympathy pasta so many times before he needs some space.

“Saw the game last night?” asks Henrik, noticing the father getting tense again.

“What game?”

“Well, my roommate said there was a game and he was very excited and mad and enthusiastic, which usually means it was worth watching.”

The man laughs. “Right. Yeah, football, wasn’t it? Good stuff, yeah. I saw the score. Didn’t watch it cause I got him here and the other one at home. Try to spend the whole weekend with them. Your roommate sounds like a character. He watches just football?”

“He’ll watch anything with a ball and some collisions,” says Henrik. “And he is certainly a character. How long have you lived among humans?”

The man’s head shoots up, his blond curl hanging in front of his eyes. “Hey, now!” he says. “That football question was a trap!”

Henrik winks at him and leans down to check the baby’s ears. “Fair play?”

“Fair play,” concedes the father, sitting back with an amused sort of irritation. “Since I was nineteen, if you must know.”

“So that’s, what, six years?”

“Eight.”

“And the baby?”

“Well, uh.” The man frowns and glances down at his son. “Well, he’s new, you see.”

Henrik bursts into laughter for the first time in days and fuck, that feels good.

“I meant how old is he!”

“Oh! Well, I - I didn’t know!”

He’s bright red, his freckles drowned out in blush. “I wasn’t sure what you meant, I don’t know what sort of babies you get in here - ”

“Hahaha! Not immortal ones!”

“Well, you say that, but I’ve met some weird creatures in my time!”

“Alright, that much I understand.”

“Maybe you thought he was a little spirit or something, I don’t know.”

“Aw, a little spirit baby.” Henrik hides his eyes and then pulls his hands away, catching Hunter’s attention with a game of peek-a-boo. “Are you a little god, Herr Baby? Are you a little spirit?”

“He’d be the god of spitting up carrots all over his dad.”

“Tom once walked up to me as I was sitting on the couch and when I asked him what was wrong, he immediately puked all over my slacks.”

The father throws back his head and laughs loud and wonderful, his shoulders shaking and her dark eyes a-glow. “Fuck’s sake. But then they’re worth it, aren’t they?”

He leans over Hunter to blow a blubber kiss into the fat of his stomach, but the child must be feeling unwell again, because he chooses this moment to begin wailing, his small face scrunched up with distress. The man is quick to try soothing him, rubbing at his hot, bumpy baby head and murmuring to him in Irish.

Truthfully, Henrik is grateful for the distraction. He shouldn’t have brought Tom up. Yes, they’re worth it. But sometimes they break your heart too.

“I can see why you were concerned,” he said. “His fever is quite high and has lasted a while. But I am wondering why you didn’t see a normal doctor? If you’re illegal, just tell me you couldn’t.”

“Ah, no, I could have,” admits the man, picking Hunter up and rocking him. “But I guess I don’t trust them. Or I’d prefer someone who knows... just, well, who knows, you know? We always used to see a doctor who was one of us, but now we’ve moved too far away. I didn’t know who to go to... I was told you had the Sight, that you would treat... people like us.”

“But I don’t know,” answers Henrik gently, pulling open his cabinets for a prescription. “You haven’t told me what you are.”

He looks up at Henrik. Down at the baby.

“We left everything we had known behind when we came to live with humans,” he says softly. “Since then I haven’t met another like me living among them. And I haven’t told anyone - not a soul - about what I really am.”

Curious. Curious. Only so many creatures would choose to make a split so deep. He must be able to pass as human almost perfectly. He knows he is not a werewolf, or he would need others of his kind to survive. He knows he is not demonic, or he couldn’t have passed through Marvin’s warding. He knows he is not a Pooka, because Henrik did not fear him, and Pooka do not love their sons, and Pooka do not speak as humans do, and a million other reasons, too, and yet the thought still crossed Henrik’s mind. Even when it is irrational, it always crosses his mind: what if? what if?

“I’m not going to tell anyone,” says Henrik, writing down Hunter’s temperature.

“I’m a little in the public eye, is the thing.”

“Oh-ho,” laughs Henrik, letting his eyes flick up to the ceiling for a second. “I got a celebrity in here.”

“I didn’t say that,” protests the father. “Come on, man. It would just be bad if anyone found out who would believe it. Some people don’t like people like me living with humans.”

Henrik puts his clipboard down and reaches out to touch his arm, meeting his gaze. “Look, ‘man,’ there’s really nothing to worry about. I get all kinds in here and I know how to keep the mouth shut when it should be. I would prefer to know. Some creatures can experience medical complications which would be misdiagnosed without understanding. But if you really cannot tell me, you can take the medication and go, just like if I were a human doctor.”

The man looks down at his child, patting along the baby’s stomach to soothe both Hunter and himself. “Okay, alright. Can I come back if any of the kids ever get in trouble again and I need a doctor?”

“Of course you can,” answers Henrik genially. “Especially since you can pay.”

He chuckles, stroking Hunter’s soft head. “Do you know who the Selkie are?”

Henrik stops short in the middle of preparing a syringe of medication.

“Take that as a yes,” says the man, sitting down at a visitor’s chair, his hands in his lap.

Henrik tries to go back to work as calmly as he can. “You’re something of a rarity, then.”

“There’s less and less of us every year,” he answers. “Most of us don’t live among humans, so we die as the ocean does.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well. Me and my family don’t live like that anymore, anyway. Safer on land.”

“What is it like?” asks Henrik, unable to deny his own curiosity. “To be a man one moment, and a seal the next.”

He smiles grimly, playing with the cap of his hat. “To be able to transform is incredible. You feel like you’re apart of something much bigger than you. And that ability, to swim like that, to smell like that, to see like that... well, it’s an experience. But the truth is that when you’re Selkie you’re never expected to do anything but live and die by the ocean. And I wanted something more than that, even if it meant leaving everything behind.”

“I’m going to give him some medicine.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay.”

Henrik and the father coax the needleless syringe into Hunter’s mouth and convince him to swallow the medicine despite his fussy groaning and whimpering.

“Will that help?”

“Yes, I think so. Should reduce the fever. I’m going to prescribe you something to take with to help him recover more quickly, though I expect he’ll be just fine.”

“Oh, great,” breathes the Selkie, staring warmly down at Hunter, who sucks earnestly on his fist and wriggles his feet. “Thank you so much. I think my ex would have about killed me if I had brought him home with a fever and no trip to a doctor. I really didn’t know where else I would have gone.”

“It’s no worry,” answers Henrik. “But, if you were open to it, I might recommend bringing him down to the ocean for a while.”

The Selkie looks up, surprised.

“Whether or not you let him transform, it isn’t always good for creatures like you to be away from all of their people and their... natural habitats, you might say. If you don’t want to live among Selkie, I understand. But a Selkie baby is a Selkie baby. This part of his nature cannot be buried. Letting him play in the water might be good for him sometimes.”

The Selkie stares down at his baby, blinking.

“I don’t know,” he says uncertainly.

“Just something to think about,” replies Henrik levelly.

“Right,” sighs the Selkie, beginning to wrap Hunter back up again, but the suggestion seems to have left him uncertain and thoughtful, focused intently on his child. “Oh, uh, I gotta pay you. How much?”

“The medicine wasn’t expensive. Twenty-five pounds should cover it. But if you can give me more, it helps me keep the place running.”

The Selkie hands him a full fifty pounds. “I don’t know what I would have done without you, man. I don’t really trust human doctors with my kids.”

“If you ever need anything, you know where to find me. Tell me if his fever does not break. Here, my number. Don’t put me in your phone as anything suspicious.”

“Strange doctor in that backalley clinic on Lincoln, got it.”

Henrik smiles grimly at him. The Selkie grins back.

“Thanks for being cool, doc,” he says, touching his shoulder.

“I try.”

“Ha. Okay. Bye.”

“Hey,” says Henrik. “I was driven away from Germany a few years back. I left everything behind too - including, perhaps, people who needed me - but I had my reasons for going. And that doesn’t make me a bad person. Yes?”

The Selkie smiles softly at him, something small and grateful in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly. “Yeah. We have our reasons.”

As he turns to leave, Henrik sees the thoughtfulness come over him again. It’s like he’s far away already. And for whatever reason, when he goes, Henrik himself feels that strange and quiet unhappiness return to his chest as the silence of the lonely clinic consumes him again.

It isn’t until fifteen minutes later that he realizes the Selkie has left his backpack behind.

“Fuck!”

Henrik scoops it up and races out the door just in case he has the chance to catch the Selkie at the bus stop, but he and the baby are gone.

“Goddamn,” murmurs Henrik, walking back to his clinic. “At least he can come back for it. What does he have in here that’s so heavy anyway?”

It’s not really his business to look. In fact, it is his business to not ask questions and respect people’s privacy unless he thinks someone’s getting hurt by his silence. He really should not look in the Selkie’s bag.

But a sheen of smooth white through the almost-but-not-quite-entirely zipped-up backpack pauses him.

Henrik sits down in his office, staring.

He shouldn’t.

But he’s never met a Selkie before.

And if that’s what he thinks it is...

He’s pulling it out before he can doubt himself any longer.

“Wow,” he whispers. “Wow.”

The Selkie coat is beautiful. White and blond and brown patterns decorate the Selkie’s skin on a luxuriously soft coat. Henrik stands up and puts it on for a moment, marveling at the weight and warmth of it. He breathes in that same deep, salt and stone smell he caught on the Selkie when he first came in the door.

And if this were his skin, all he would have to do was walk down into the water of the ocean and then - transformation. He would be a seal.

“Incredible,” he murmurs to himself, taking the coat off again. “Truly.”

Being the seventh son of a seventh son is lucky, sure, but he thinks it might have been even luckier to be born as something as cool as that.

He sets the backpack down in the clinic. He doesn’t think much of it at the time.

Someone’s knocking on his clinic door.

“At one in the morning.” He tsks his tongue against his teeth. “Better not be those werewolf kids again, I swear.”

He gets up, straightening his coat.

“Who’s there?” He calls to the door.

“It’s - it’s - it’s - ” They seem to hardly be able to get the words out, breathless and stammering. “It’s the Selkie, fr-from earlier!”

“Oh, right.” Henrik unlocks and opens the door. “Did you come back for your - ”

Hands grab his lapels, marching him back towards the wall of the room as wild dark eyes bore intensely into him. The Selkie pants, his grip unwavering on his coat.

“Hey!” cries Henrik, a little alarmed. “What are you doing?”

“My coat,” whispers the Selkie, something desperate and terrified in his deep eyes. “Please, did I leave it here? Please, can’t I have it? I have to, I have to, I - ”

“Oh, alright,” sighs Henrik, finally shoving his hands off. “Yes, I suppose that must have been scary to lose. You seemed distracted.”

“You do have it,” sobs the Selkie. “Oh, fuck. Please, I’ll give you anything you want to have it back! I can pay you a lot of money!”

“Calm down, man.” Henrik shakes his head at him. “You are freaking the good doctor out. I don’t want your coat. You can have it back. Here.”

He steps over to the wall of the clinic and picks up the backpack, bringing it back towards the Selkie. He takes it from him with shaking hands and pulls the zipper open, finding the coat inside. Tears run down his face as he reaches in to trace his fingers over the smooth, familiar surface of his own skin.

“I’m sorry you were so freaked out,” says Henrik. “You should have called me.”

“Oh,” says the Selkie, in a very small voice. “I had your number, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

But he’s just staring down at his coat, flushed and weeping, silent.

“Hey,” says Henrik, touched by concern. “Hey. It’s okay. You’ve got it now. Everything’s okay, right?”

The Selkie stares at his coat. There is a change happening in his face, but Henrik doesn’t recognize the emotion there - just the fact that his face is going from very white to enthusiastically red.

“Can you say something?” asks Henrik. “You are beginning to worry me. Perhaps you have caught your son’s - ”

A pair of hands wrap around his wrists and then Henrik is thrown back against the wall and pushed into a passionate kiss. He yelps in surprise against the warm mouth pressing into his lips, too startled to push back. The Selkie draws away for a moment to breathe and grips at Henrik’s hair, staring at him with eyes that Henrik would think were glazed in fever if he could feel any heat coming off of him.

“Doc,” the Selkie half-groans, making embarrassment burn bright red against Henrik’s cheeks. “You gave it back to me.”

He leans forward to kiss him again and Henrik is glad to realize his brain is no longer crashing like a computer with a virus. Throwing a hand up to stop him, he yanks himself away from the Selkie, stumbling along the wall away from him.

“What the hell!” he cries, nearly tripping over one of the chairs. “You can’t just kiss someone!”

Distress floods down the Selkie’s face, his mouth flipping miserably and his eyes going wide with alarm. “Did I – I did something wrong?”

“You have to know it’s not normal to just start kissing someone.” Henrik scans those blank eyes a second time, beginning to be concerned. Is he having some kind of delusion? Is he drunk? “You said you’ve been living among humans since you were young. What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry,” chokes the Selkie. “I – I know I’m a screw-up, I didn’t mean to make you angry, please don’t make me do anything – ”

“Make you do something?”

“My head feels wrong,” cries the Selkie, and when he curls in on himself he does it so suddenly Henrik thinks he is collapsing. He rushes forward to help him, alarmed. “I didn’t think it could be this strong!”

“What? What is it?” demands Henrik, taking his face between his hands and pulling his gaze up. “What did you take? What are you on?”

“My coat,” breathes the Selkie, his eyes going soft again as Henrik draws his gaze back to his face. “You gave it back to me...”

He surges forward for another kiss and Henrik yelps, shoving his face away. The Selkie makes a squawking noise that would be pretty damn funny in just about any other situation and goes crashing back onto his ass, distress tearing up his freckled face. He stares up at Henrik with enormous eyes dark as the universe, tears welling up in his thick eyelashes.

“Oh, no, oh, no,” he cries, grabbing his own shoulders. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. Please don’t make me do anything. I can be good for you. I want to.”

This is officially too much. Something is wrong, and if Henrik’s luck holds - and it always does - the sense he’s getting that this is because of some magical bullshit will ring true.

“You’re not on drugs, are you?” he asks. “Or drunk. This is something else.”

The Selkie clutches the soft fur of his coat to his chest and sobs, rocking himself back and forth on the floor of the clinic. “Please, I have children, I only just recently got divorced, I don’t want to do anything...”

“You... you don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I won’t make you. Calm down.”

Henrik sinks slowly down to the floor in front of him, giving him some space and trying to look non-threatening, his hands held gently out in front of him. He lets out a shaky sigh, still feeling unnerved. “Just, uh. Don’t try to kiss me again,” he laughs nervously.

“You look so perfect right now, though,” cries the Selkie, hiding his face from him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to a person, not even Stacy. I thought this was just a myth. I didn’t think it would feel like this.”

Henrik’s face flames with embarrassment. He tugs at his collar, looking anywhere but at the Selkie, trying to think of anything to say.

“Look - just - stay here for a second. I’m going to give my friends a quick call. They’ll help us figure this out, okay?”

“They won’t hurt me either, will they?”

“Hurt you? No, no, never. They like to help people like you.”

“Cause I’m vulnerable right now, man, I’m - ” The Selkie’s voice shatters and he shakes, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. “I think I’d do anything you asked me to.”

“I’ll just give them a quick call. They’re very trustworthy. They saved me too, when I was vulnerable. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” he says in a small voice.

Henrik slips into his office on feet that are tingling as though he’d just looked off the side of a very tall building. He’s pulling the door tightly shut and yanking out his phone to find Jackie’s number before he’s even given himself a second to breathe, all but slamming the phone to his ear and collapsing into his rolling chair.

“Hullo?”

“Jackie!” he yelps, squeezing the phone to his face. “Hilf mir!”

He knows Jackie has leapt up because he hears him swear as he slams his knee into the coffee table like he always does and, subsequently, Marvin’s laughter in the background. “Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming! What’s wrong, are you hurt? Marv, get up, let’s go!”

“No, no, it’s not that. There’s a Selkie here and I think he’s been cursed to fall in love with me! Can I bring him to the house?”

There’s a long pause on the other end.

Then Jackie is laughing at him.

“Hey!” shrieks Henrik, spinning around in his chair, his anxious feet pedaling him around and around. “It’s not funny!”

“Marv, some guy is hitting on Schneep and his dumb ace ass doesn’t know how to handle it, hahaha.”

“Jackie!”

“You’re so funny, Schneep, I bet you’re red as a tomato.”

“Shut up! Jackie - well, maybe I’m red, but listen! Something’s really, really wrong with him. For real, I mean. He keeps saying how into me he is but he’s terrified of me at the same time - shaking and holding himself. He keeps talking about his coat. I think something’s really wrong.”

There’s a pause on Jackie’s end as Marvin and Jackie confer. A moment later, the phone is passed to Marvin.

“Hi, rabbit’s foot. Is the Selkie hurt?”

“I don’t think so. Just acting really weird.”

“Best be gentle with him, Henrik. Endangered species.”

“I know. I’ve never met one before. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Most Selkie are very social. They live in big clans with normal seals mixed in and many don’t mix with humans anymore. I’ve been to a couple families and they’re the friendliest, most open you’ve ever met. Maybe he just doesn’t understand how to flirt with you?”

“No, Marv, this isn’t that. He’s lived with humans for years. And even if he hadn’t... something’s wrong. Are love potions real?”

“Uh, not sure! Jackie? He doesn’t know either. Okay, clover, better bring him back to the house.”

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll be home in fifteen, alright?”

“Henrik, if he tries to touch you and you don’t want him to, use force, alright? Even if he’s cursed he doesn’t get to take advantage of you.”

“Right.” Henrik feels some of the red drain from his face. “Yes. No one takes anything from me I don’t want to give anymore.”

“Love you!” says Marvin cheerily. “See you soon! Humans are so funny when they blush. Like, that’s not where all that blood’s supposed to be, silly! I - ”

Henrik hangs up on him before he can really get to ranting. He puts his phone down on his lap and takes a deep breath. He gets up. He can do this.

He opens his door and comes face-to-face with the Selkie.

“Sorry!” he squeaks, backing away from Henrik and darting back towards the clinic. “I got nervous when I couldn’t see you, I’m sorry.”

He’s all wrapped up in his coat, his soft brown hair curling out of a fluffy hood, his eyes huge and dark in its shadows and his arms wrapping it around himself like a blanket. Henrik’s discomfort is briefly halted by his ravenous curiosity.

“You are wearing the coat, but are not a seal?”

“Oh, no.” He glances down at himself. “I have to be in living water.”

“How biblical.”

“Is it?”

“Sure. Jeremiah. Zechariah.”

“I just mean moving water, I suppose. We call it living. Salt water, preferably. But I haven’t been in that for a long while.”

“The ocean is so close. You don’t swim?”

The Selkie shakes his head, staring down at the floor, and something hot and aching flashes through his ink eyes. “Not for me.”

Henrik purses his mouth, looking at him. He cuts a miserable image, shaking and wrapped up in his furs, his face red and scared, but damn if he doesn’t look sweet too. Henrik sighs and reaches out a hand.

“Let me take you to my friends,” he says. “They’ll be able to help.”

The Selkie looks up in astonishment, mouth parting. Tentatively, he reaches out and wraps his fingers around Henrik’s. The touch seems to soothe him, though his eyes water.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course. We’ll figure this out together, alright?”

“Wow,” croaks the Selkie, his voice breaking. “You’re so nice. Wow. I’m lucky it was someone like you, Doctor.”

The raw admiration makes Henrik fumble with his keys as he locks the door to the clinic behind him, pulling the Selkie along with him.

“It’s Schneep,” he says, leading him towards the bus stop.

“What?”

“My name. Everyone calls me Schneep. Henrik if you really want to get my attention.”

The Selkie stares across at him, turning the name over in his head. “Henrik... wow.”

“Please, don’t sound so in awe of me. This is terribly strange.��

“I’m sorry this is happening,” says the Selkie, turning away again. The moonlight makes his coat glow sleek and shining in the night. “Guess in the storybooks I’m meant to be a girl anyway.”

“I’m not much interested either way, thank you. What’s your name?”

His pale mouth parts. His dark eyes flicker. He stares out at the asphalt, gripping Henrik’s hand tightly in his own.

“Just call me Chase,” he says. “The rest doesn’t much matter.”

They wait for the bus in silence, questions waiting in the air between them. When they get on the bus, Chase puts his head down on Henrik’s shoulder, and Henrik does not stop him.

That’s all for now but I’ll write more if I feel like it :) basically this turned into an introduction for how they met. The rest of the story would be Chase and Henrik both getting along really well and Henrik protecting him and taking care of him while he’s in this sort of dazed state. Ultimately, Stacy would tell them the attraction was supposed to wear off days ago. That makes Chase realize that he isn’t romantically attracted to Henrik anymore - he’s just been really lonely and feels like he’s part of a family again around Henrik and Jackie and Marvin and he didn’t want to leave them. He thought he was just feeling that way because Henrik stole his coat accidentally. Henrik confesses he likes being around Chase a lot too.

#mythology au #selkie chase #bee writes

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Reconciliation - Part 3

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader

Genre: ex-lovers au / angst / romance / business au

Warnings: mature content in a future part

Reconciliation will be shared daily at 10am NZST.

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It had taken you far too much energy to pull away from Jaebum just now. Holding onto your beating chest as you pressed into the door of your hotel room for support, you attempted to put everything into perspective for the umpteenth time since you had learned your ex was here at the resort.

It felt as if someone was laughing above you, inflicting you with this ridiculous situation. You cursed yourself out for even coming to this resort right now. Why had you bothered to take this getaway before opening your own business? You had a million things on your list to do and relaxing now when you should be running forth with your new brand seemed foolish as you yanked off your sunhat and threw it on the bed you approached.

Still, it was a reward to yourself for all that you had done lately.

It hadn’t been easy walking away from Jaebum and the security of his business. Even without the deal that would have made you all a whole lot richer – and busier – you knew Jaebum’s company was stable and had a future.

You weren’t even sure if your own would stand through the first quarter after opening. However, you were determined to take a crack in the industry with your own name and any success you faced, you would know it came from your hard work.

What you didn’t appreciate was finding Jaebum at the resort.

A part of you was touched that he remembered this place; however. You had been the one to show him the brochure, exclaiming how beautiful everything was. The excitement you had felt when he agreed to come here together felt so juvenile now.

And yet, you had wished nothing more than to see him here, even if it were in your dreams.

Now you were kicking yourself for hoping for such a thing. Jaebum was slowly unravelling you, causing you to doubt yourself and all you had discovered about yourself since being away from him. You wanted to remain resolute and unyielding, but you were still a sucker for his eyes. The way he had stared at you when he first saw you had nearly caused you to run into his arms and never let go. The hurt and confusion that came into them over breakfast was softening your resilience. You could survive without him; you had been for the last three months.

As soon as you were back in his company, however, you were loading your plate up blindly and almost eating something that could harm you and this trip entirely.

You threw yourself back onto the bed as you replayed the way he stopped you from eating the pineapple, the way his body looked without a shirt on at the pool and small strained smile he shot you at the festival last night.

You had been a fool to believe you were over your love for Im Jaebum.

Sitting up again, you glanced out the window, wondering if Jaebum had managed to get up from his fall on the beach alone. You were up in an instant, grabbing your hat and reaching for the door handle when you stopped yourself, taking your hat in both hands and gripping it tightly.

You needed to stop running after someone who didn’t care about you.

Despite your pep-talk, you were anxious as you approached the breakfast bar, eyes peeled for signs of Jaebum in the line or seated at the surrounding tables. You didn’t find him there and as you distractedly ate your food, you kept looking up to see if he had entered the room.

But he didn’t come.

For the rest of the morning, you pottered around the resort, unable to relax when you didn’t see Jaebum anywhere. It was ironic, the place seemed so small yesterday and today it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

You relented that he probably was up to different things today, and instructed yourself to relax. Deciding a walk along the beach might calm your nerves, you headed out onto the sand, walking aimlessly until you looked ahead along the shore.

There Jaebum sat, still in the place you had left him at.

Could he not get up? Your mind flashed with possibilities as you started to sprint towards him, your heart now trapped in your chest, unable to breathe until you dropped at his side for the second time today.

He was startled by your sudden return, blinking rapidly as you took his face within your hands. “Are you okay?!”

“I-”

“I shouldn’t have left you here! I was just trying to remain strong and all I’ve done is worry about you and then when you didn’t come for breakfast or show up at the pool I tried to ignore my feelings but you’re still here?! You didn’t get up?! Here, let me help you up. Does it hurt?!”

Jaebum merely stared at you as you heaved in and out to catch your breath from your outpour, a smile spreading across his face.

You slumped away from him and groaned loudly. “Im Jaebum!”

“I’m not sure if I should say I’m sorry for worrying you or not,” he admitted with a sheepish grin, leaning back on his arms. “I thought I was an idiot for trying one last time to grab onto you before but it seems you aren’t as shut off as I thought you were.”

“I cannot believe you!” you replied indignantly, digging your heels into the sand to promptly stand up. Marching off from his side, you glanced over your shoulder to find him scrambling to his feet after you. There was a definite limp to his gait and so you slowed down, allowing him to catch up.

Every reaction you had right now had you confused.

“Can you stop running away from me, just this once?” he huffed and you shot him a dark look. Jaebum held up his hands defensively. “Okay, so I totally deserve that.”

“And much more,” you added and he didn’t hesitate to agree. It made you falter. “Why are you being so agreeable? Is this another one of your games?”

“I didn’t know you saw me as playing with you, but it makes sense that you do,” Jaebum replied accompanied with a soft nod and heavy sigh, causing you to stop walking altogether. He looked back at you and smiled. “I’ll head on back to the resort if you don’t want to be around me.”

“Where did the strong, nothing can mess with me Im Jaebum go?” you asked and he turned around, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts.

“He lost the one thing that gave him that power.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and rounded him. “I am not that to you.”

“Really? See, I didn’t realise just how much everything revolved around you for me until you were gone, that I’ll admit. But you definitely mean something to me, Y/N.”

“I was part of your business strategy. A chart of accounts. Someone you could just code to do whatever and I’d fix the system accordingly.”

“Is that how you viewed us?” he wondered incredulously, raking a hand through his hair. It was then that you noticed how unkempt it had gotten, and you withheld the sudden urge to run your hands through the added hair length yourself. Jaebum shook his head. “I … I don’t know what to say to that. Only that it wasn’t like that for me.”

“What was it like then?”

You shouldn’t have asked. You should have remained closed off to the man beside you and not attempt fate with your curiosity. The way Jaebum’s gaze swung up to catch yours nearly knocked your breath right out of you, and your mouth ran dry as you attempted to swallow.

He smiled wistfully. “I never once told you I loved you, did I? After bringing you to my company four years ago, I didn’t stop to give you the reason why. I just kept on building us up, thinking that in the future we’d be able to do whatever we wanted if I worked hard now.”

Jaebum had reached a bench and sat down, relief coursing through his face from being off his leg. You chose to remain standing and he nodded at this before continuing. “Hundreds of times I laid with you in my arms and not once did I say what you meant to me. I had always loved you, Y/N. I arrogant to think you could tell without me telling you out loud.”

You merely stared at him, dumbstruck. Jaebum had never poured out his feelings like this before and it made you wary as to why.

Your heart, however, was lapping up the confession greedily, satisfied by hearing he loved you in a way you had him.

“For me, you’re it. So without you, you could say I have learned a lot about who I am. And who I should be instead.”

“You know what, forget I asked,” you stammered, faking a smile. “I’ll help you back to your room and then head out for the day.”

“You’re fine, I’ll eventually make it there,” he offered but you shook your head.

“I’d rather know you’re not stuck somewhere with your leg like that,” you told him, reaching for his arm and yanking him up.

Jaebum stared at you. “Why? Because you care?”

“Which way to your room?” you asked, looking around you both, and becoming resigned, Jaebum pointed to the path that led to it. You shouldered his arm and then started the awkward venture to his place, relieved when he mumbled that the next one was his. After opening the terrace gate, you helped him up the step towards the front door to his room, Jaebum pulling out the key card from his pocket and hit it against the sensor.

He then slipped out from your grasp. “Thanks for helping me back.”

“It’s fine. Elevate your leg. If there’s ice in the mini-fridge, try putting some of that on it.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he said softly, attempting another smile. His eyes were sad and you nodded generously.

“I won’t.”

“Have a good time on your trip, Y/N. I know it’s not the same since we came separately, but I’m glad you finally made it here. I know how much you wanted to come. You’ve worked hard and I’m glad you’re taking this time for yourself.”

Once again, Jaebum’s words threw you, and you stumbled back from him, nodding again. “You too.”

Jaebum slipped inside then and you didn’t linger, turning to leave the private courtyard you had been standing within. Once you were down the pathway some, you stopped, clasping your mouth tightly as the first sob tried to escape you.

Why was he doing this to you now? It felt like it was too late to reconcile anything between you.

Right?

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