#I’ve been holding off on reading the fic till after my exams are over

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Can EMD stop having my entire brain please hvggvhbj thank you

(SUCH SLAY ART BTW HEHE I LOVE IT 💖💖💖🫶🫶💪💪‼️‼️‼️)

He is so good at digging

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[blkmxrvel]

All Grown Up (PT. 1)

Pairing: Brie Larson x CollegeStudent!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Request: -

Summary: You’re In college, You’re dating Brie. Yeah there are some people who are gonna talk shit, but everything’s going to be alright as long as you have her… right?

Warnings: Fans being assholes, Angst, break ups, Heart break. Not edited. 

A/N: So, I’ve had this in my drafts for almost a year. Haven’t even looked at my docs since the last fic I uploaded. I wanna get back into writing since my life has calmed down quite a bit since October, so I just decided to post the furthest along fic in my WIPs. I may write part two, and finish the concept but I’m not too sure. And I may finish the requests in my inbox, but I’m not too sure about that either. For now, I just hope you enjoy this :)

You were walking hand in hand with Brie, your head down as to avoid the blinding lights being flashed in your face. Your body was up against hers and you pushed through the crowd, the loud yells of the paparazzi flooding your ears.

Brie! Do you have any response to the people who have called you a pedophile?! Any comments? 

Do you think this relationship is going to work? 

Why are you dating a gold digger!? I mean she’s practically a prostitute!

Brie usually could keep her cool when it was her getting the heat, but that made her lose it. She drew the line at you.

 She snapped her head around towards the man, eyes wide and furious. “What the fuck did you just say?” You pressed your hand on to Brie’s chest pushing her to keep walking. 

“Let’s go, Brie. Don’t pay them any mind, they don’t know anything.” She listened, albeit reluctantly, and made her way into the building. 

From the moment you and Brie had started dating, people couldn’t stop having an opinion on it. You were in college, finishing up your degree when you had first met her. She was 13 years your senior but that didn’t really matter to either of you. There was something about one that pulled the other toward them, besides you were more attracted to older women anyway.

You had done your best to ignore all of the comments being said about you both. The only people who really knew what was going on between you and Brie were….you and Brie. And you figured that it should stay that way. There is no need to justify or explain yourself to people who were just onlookers. At the end of the day, you and Brie were the only two people that mattered. 

None of your close friends and family made any comments or passed judgement either, they were completely fine and loved the two of you together. The only ones who said anything were even impactful on your life, so it shouldn’t matter at all. 

You walked past the theater doors, smiling at all of the familiar faces. It was the Avenger: Endgame movie premiere, and of course you were Brie’s plus 1. 

Brie barely even had a chance to breathe before an interviewer was flagging her down. 

“Brie and Y/N! Hollywood’s best couple, beautiful as always! Are you excited for the movie?" 

Brie was the first one to speak up. ”Super excited! I’ve never seen anything pieced together, just the individual scenes, I can’t wait to see what the whole thing looks like.“ 

"You’re not the only one! What about you, Y/N?” The interviewer held the microphone to your face, smiling encouragingly at you. 

“No, yeah. I’m stoked too! I’ve always been a fan of Marvel, comic books and the films and it’s a bit overwhelming to be at an actual premiere.” Brie’s hand came to rub over your hip, smiling down at you. “I’m supposed to be at home studying for an exam, but this is easily more important in my book.”

Laughs rang out as the reporter agreed. “I second that. Well I hope you too have a great time watching it! Congratulations, Brie on all of your hard work! You were amazing in Captain Marvel and I’m sure you’ll be just as great in this, if not more." 

"Hey!” You squinted playfully at the reporter. “She’s taken!” You placed your body in front of Brie’s, failing to hold in the laugh that was expelled from your body. 

The interviewer had left eventually, and you and Brie continued your walk down the red carpet. Pictures were taken of Brie by herself, with you, and some with her castmates. 

As you walked towards the main auditorium with your girlfriend, you began to feel eyes on you and hear hushed whispers. Looking around, you saw fans more than likely whispering things about you and Brie. It was pretty obvious, they were giggling slightly and rolling their eyes when you looked that way.

Just because you were dating someone who was so used to the limelight, didn’t mean that you were automatically comfortable with it too. You were 21 for god sakes, there were so many things that you didn’t like about yourself. You hated how people could judge and make assumptions on someone they didn’t even know, you ignored the comments, yes. But that didn’t mean the pressure didn’t eat away at yourself esteem.

“Baby, you alright?” Brie had stopped while walking inside, popcorn in one hand your face in the other. “You’re doing that thing again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What thing?”

“The thing where you go silent and press your body into me when we’re walking. Plus your hands are clammy and your eyes keep darting everywhere.”

You secretly hated how Brie knew you so well, but after a year and a half of dating, what could you really expect?

“What’s wrong?” She asked again, her lips coming to kiss your forehead. 

“I can feel people staring, and then when I look up their whispering and giggling. They don’t do anything to cover it up!” You leaned into Brie more at the confession.

“Who was it?” Brie’s body pulled away from yours as she searched then hallway with squinted eyes. “I will fuck them up." 

You giggled, pulling Brie back toward you, resuming your walking until you got into the theater and sat down in your seat. 

"I just…I’m trying not to imagine what they’re saying. The things they say out loud are bad enough.” Brie frowned before pulling you from your seat into her lap. 

She kissed your cheek, then your nose, then your ear. “Don’t think about that, baby. Whatever they’re saying is incorrect. They don’t know you.” She wrapped her arms around your middle and pulled you down so that your head was on her shoulder. “They don’t know how hard you work, how smart you are, how brave and resilient you are. How much I love you. They don’t matter because they aren’t here. Just try your hardest to block it out okay?" 

You nodded, lifting your head up. Your eyes worked a little hard to find Brie’s eyes in the darkness. The movie hadn’t started yet, it was only the trailers. 

You found her eyes, holding contact as you smiling a toothless smiles. "I love you. So so so much, Brie.” You leaned in and sealed your words, your girlfriend kissing you back eagerly.

“I love you way more, baby.” She said when you pulled away. “Forever and Always.”

—-

Finals were a complete bitch, you’d decided. Whoever came up with the concept of a huge exam on everything you’ve learned and making it a big portion of your final grade could suck your ass. 

It wasn’t like you could slack on this one either, no. This was your first final of the first semester of your last year of college. You were graduating early and you couldn’t mess this up. You had no choice to but to do well. 

You sighed as a rattle of keys came from the outside of your apartment. Brie was home. You were excited, but so fucking stressed that you didn’t pay any mind to Brie. 

“Hey Y/N!” That was weird, she never called you by your name usually, oh well. You chalked it up to a one time thing and focused on your work. 

“Hey, how was your day?” You flipped the page, eyes glancing up to your girlfriend briefly.

“Pretty good actually, the scenes went really well.” Walked over to the couch, plopping down as she sipped her drink. She smiled down at you. You were still in your pajamas, a t-shirt two sizes too big and your hair unruly. 

“Well I’m glad at least one of us had a good day." 

"How long have you been studying?” You shrugged going over the flashcards in your head. “What time is it?”

Brie glanced at her watch, taking a minute to read the time. “Quarter till 10.”

“Then like 12 hours almost, I started a little bit after you left.” At that Brie’s eyes were as wide as saucers. 

“12 hours!? Y/F/N, that is way too much. And knowing you, you haven’t taken a break besides to pee, which means you haven’t eaten in 12 hours." 

"Hey, everything as a price- hey! Stop! What are you doing? Give it back!” You got up onto your knees and tried to snatch your book back from Brie, who held it way above your head.

“Brie, come on! I need to study!” You pouted as you stood in front of her. 

“You’ve studied enough, baby. You need to eat and rest. A rested brain is a passing brain.” You hugged again, reaching to grab your book again, failing when you fell right into Brie’s lap.

“I’m never gonna walk if I don’t pass this class. I need to graduate at the end of the year.” Brie pushed you back up and held your face. Her reys started right into yours and her furrowed her eyebrows. 

“I know, and you’re gonna pass. You’re going to ace all of your exams and finals and graduate with the Magna Cum Laude.” She kissed your cheeks, smiling brightly. “You’re going to walk across the stage, grab your diploma and your certificate, and you’re going to walk off a graduate, my little graduate.” She kissed your lips this time, allowing you to melt all of your worries away. 

“I know I’m too hard on myself,” you began when you pulled away. “But there’s just so much at stake. Graduating 2 years early is already a risk but doing so when you’re in the public eye and everybody hates you? It’s a different breed." 

Brie nodded in understanding. "I know, baby. But you gotta give yourself more credit. You’re going to graduate and you’re going to hear my loud ass cheering for you the whole time.”

Your eyes lit up at that. You hadn’t expected that. “You’re going? I thought you were going to be filming the day of the graduation?" 

Brie shook her head, hands coming to rest on your thighs. "I was, but I convinced them to give me a week off to see my girl graduate.” Brie smiled widely at you and you wiggled in your seat. You were giddy because Brie getting to be at your graduation, cheering you on and letting everyone know that she was proud of you, was worth all the stress you were putting yourself through. 

“You promise?” You held your pinky up, heart racing racing when Brie interlocked hers with yours and kissed the back of her hand. 

“I promise, princess." 

—-

"We need to break up.” You had almost dropped your glass. Your heart fell into your stomach and it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. 

“What?” Your voice was shaky at your addressed your….girlfriend? 

“I’m sorry, I just. I can’t do this anymore.” Your heart began beating faster as tears sprung to your eyes. 

“Brie, you’ve got to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.” You let the tears fall, your fingers in a vice grip against the counter. 

“I’m not, and I’m so sorry I led you on like this, Y/N. So sorry that I let it get this far. The age gap is just too much. You need someone your age. We both do. We’re just…. Two people with two different experiences.” 

You sink to the floor, no longer caring about what you looked like. Your worst nightmare was finally coming true. You tried your hardest to tell yourself that the age gap between you and Brie didn’t matter. She tried her hardest to help you rid yourself of that fear. And here she was, breaking up with you over that exact reason. Was it all a lie? 

There was no point in arguing, Y/N concluded. No point in trying to convince Brie to stay with her, maybe change her mind and snap her out of it. No matter how bad it hurt, how bad she wanted Brie to stay, it was never going to work out. They were never going to have a real love. 

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, wiping the tears from under her eyes. Her heart hardened immediately. She stood up on shaky legs and a broken heart. She couldn’t let Brie see her care too much.  

“I’ll leave. I’ll probably send Scarlett or Chris to come and get my things. If you could just put them all in a box for me that’d be great.” She grabbed her book bag and her books, making her way to the door. “Just things that I bought, nothing you bought me. Please.” 

Brie felt her heart shatter at her broken ex-girlfriend. This was hurting her too, but it had to be done. She was crazy to go after a girl so much younger than her and think that they would actually last. Y/N deserved better. 

“Okay,” Brie wiped a tear from her eye and clenched her hands when she saw Y/N reach for the knob. “We can still be friends, you know. This is the end of the relationship, but it doesn’t have to be the end of our friendship. We were friends first.” 

A chill ran down Brie’s spine at the bitter chuckled that left Y/N’s lips. Her free hand came to run through her hair while the door squeezed the knob. “Well we ruined that friendship when we started dating. And besides, I can’t be just friends with someone I wanted to spend my life with.”

Brie pouted, and Y/N almost smiled, almost. “Don’t say that. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life with me, that’s all in your head. You’ll find someone else. I’m sure.” 

Y/N nodded her head once, a nod of hurt, acceptance and realization. “Yeah, whatever you say, Brie. Have a nice life.” Y/N opened the door as just like that she was gone. 

Brie felt the wind being knocked out of her. She immediately fell to the ground, sobs and desperate breaths wracking through her body. She had done it, she let Y/N go. And it hurt, it hurt so bad. 

 What had she just done? 

–

Neither Y/N nor Brie had gotten much time to grieve and heal, because once word got out about the break-up. Everyone was asking about it. Y/N would get stopped by everyone on campus asking why they broke up; if it was because Brie realized what a gold digger you were, or if she was only in it for the Sex and companionship. None of the questions were positive, or in the slightest bit respectful. Y/N didn’t know what she expected, everyone hated her and Brie together. If they didn’t like and respect her then, why would they do it now? Y/N just stuck herself. School, work and home was all she focused on. Without Brie, it was all she had. 

Most of her nights were filled with what went wrong, and what the absolute hell was wrong with her. Y/N blamed herself. If was maybe a little bit older, or maybe not in school or carried herself better. Maybe then Brie would’ve liked her enough to stay. If she acted older maybe then age wouldn’t matter. She didn’t really know, and it was killing her. But she had to live with it, live with the self-sabotaging demons in her head. 

Brie wasn’t doing much better either. She was in the public eye constantly. Everyone was asking her about the break-up: in interviews or at parties, award shows and meet and greets. It was exhausting, heartbreaking. Brie doesn’t even know why she broke up with Y/N. She thought it was for the best, that it would be better than way. But all it did was cause her more pain. 

She regrets it, regrets it all. She just feels so stupid that she let the thoughts and opinions of other get into her head. She hates how she allowed their words to fuel her insecurities and sent her down the wrong path. She could only blame herself though. She had the choice to tell everyone to shut up, to make the announcement that her and Y/N’s was just that: her and Y/N. And that everyone else should just shut the fuck up and go somewhere. But no. She allowed herself to be consumed in all of that and it led to her losing the love of her life. She had to do something.  

[onlyjihoons]

doctor stranger; j.j.h

based off this post i reblogged,, and jupiter told me to write about jaehyun so thanks beb and also honestly im gonna be screwed for my prelims hahaha rip

starting line: “This isn’t covered by your insurance”

synopsis; doctor!jaehyun au,, uttering words you’d never think you would to your doctor, a very good looking one at that.

warnings; i’m the last person to ask for science advice,, forgive me for the lack of medical vocabulary,, ft slight mentions of the 97liners (Jungkook, BamBam, Yugyeom, Seokmin, Mingyu, Minghao)

genre; fluff

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

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Cramming for finals isn’t healthy, but it was worth the grades, you thought.

Or so you thought.

The moment you completed your paper, you heaved a sigh of relief, contented that you had actually completed the paper before the end time. Your happiness was short-lived, as the room turned blurry before your eyes and your world darkened to a space of pitch black.

You had to be sent to the hospital, as you were running a fever of 38 Degrees. You didn’t need surgery, but it was a bad case of Pneumonia. You needed to be cooled immediately and hospitalised for a week. That means you would miss your finals, but it was good in a way, you didn’t need to ���revise” for your other subjects and your results will be pro-rated. “Revise” meant you would stay up till 4am to make sure you had all the information in your head. Luckily, you weren’t lazy with your assignments and they were all pretty decent grades.

“Doctor Jung, we need you in the emergency unit right now.” the nurse paged Jaehyun through the phone, making him get out of his comfortable seated position on his desk.

“Why am I always paged to the emergency unit?!?!” Jaehyun complained as he put on his white gown that hung lazily on the rack. 

“No one asked you to take up pediatrics, Jaehyun,” another intern, Mingyu scoffed as he typed furiously on his laptop, “told you to take up neurology.”

“People should stop having babies honestly, they’re making my life more difficult.” Jaehyun sighed as he slung his stethoscope around his neck. “Neurology is boring and needs you to be married to your laptop throughout your internship. Just look at yourself.”

“At least I’m not being called to the ER every 20 minutes,” Mingyu retorted, reverting his attention back to his laptop.

“Yah!”

“Someone’s gonna die because of you, hurry down before they die.”

“What?”

“A student fainted in class with a fever of 38 Degrees, we suspect it’s pneumonia.” the nurse passed Jaehyun a folder, giving the details of the patient.

“Y/F/N,” Jaehyun frowned, “Y/N?”

“You know her?”

“She’s my classmate in high school,” Jaehyun sighed, “She’s always staying up late for her exams to study.”

“But why am I called down again? She’s not pregnant is she?”

The nurse sheepishly rubbed her neck, “Jungkook’s in the operation theater, Seokmin--”

“The residents are on leave, right?” Jaehyun laughed humourlessly, shaking his head. “It’s the intern’s job to take over the residents' job when they're on leave,oh well."

"I'm sorry Doctor Jung, but you were specifically requested to tend to her."

Jaehyun grimaced, "Poor Y/N,"

flashback

"You like him, right? Go ask him out!" your friend nudged your side, making you wince.

"Jaehyun doesn't like me, i'd rather give up already--"

"Jaehyun! Y/N likes you!" your friend shouted across the classroom, making you burrow your head in your arms in embarrassment.

The class exploded in oohs and ahhs, as Jaehyun smiled to himself, his crush actually liked him back.

You and Jaehyun were friends since middle school, close friends at that. It was no surprise that you developed a crush on him after all, puberty did him good.

But after that day, you stopped talking to Jaehyun as your classmates would tease you endlessly if you'd ever breathe beside him.

As you opened your eyes, you could faintly make out that you were in somewhere foreign, white lights nearly blinding you. You were on a bed, and some tube was attached to your arm. You were drowsy, and really really tired. 

“Y/N?” You hear someone call your name.

“Uh huh...”

“You’re still the same after high school, aren’t you?” the voice chuckled.

“Y-you know me?”

“I’m your doctor, Jaehyun.” You could see a blurry image of the doctor. He looked familiar, to say the least. He looked like your high school crush, was it Jeffery? Johnny? You weren’t sure.

“Being a media communications student isn’t easy,” You smiled slightly, “almost 20 reports need to be written everyday.”

“Being an aspiring pediatrician isn’t easy either,” Jaehyun chuckled. “I’ll leave you to rest, I’ll check up on you later.”

You weren’t exactly in your sane state of mind, but your eyes manage to recognise that your doctor was really cute. 

“I want you, doctor...” Your hands reached out to him, as your cold fingertips touched his warm arms.

Jaehyun smirked, then holding your wrists in his, “This isn’t covered by your insurance.”

The next time you woke up, you were definitely more refreshed and awake, though you had little recollection of what happened a few hours ago.

“Y/N~ I didn’t know you were so bold!” Your friend, Chaeyoung teased.

“What are you talking about?” You giggled as you bit on a strawberry.

“You told your doctor you wanted him,” Chaeyoung could barely stiffle her laughter, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“No... I don’t remember telling anyone I want them though,” You furrowed your brows struggling to remember if you had ever uttered the sentence.

“I remembered it,” 

“Jaehyun?” You frowned. You were pleasantly surprised to meet Jaehyun, but not at a hospital. Jaehyun changed, a lot. He looked really hot in his white gown, with both hands perpetually stuck in the pockets of the gown. He has a cute grin plastered on his face, with a cute dimple at the side of his face. 

“I’m gonna take it that the anesthetic did you bad,” Jaehyun chuckled as he took his seat at the edge of your bed.

“What are you doing here?” 

“I’m your doctor,” Jaehyun pointed to the board pasted behind your bed, that read, “Doctor: Intern Jung Jaehyun��

“W-what did I tell you exactly?” You fiddled with your fingers, nervous to what your own insane mind brought you to.

Jaehyun reached out his hand towards you, as he stuttered, “I want you, doctor...”

You snorted in disbelief, “I would never say that.”

“I can show you the CCTV footage if you don’t believe me,” Jaehyun shrugged as he poured a glass of water for himself to drink.

“Well then,” You cleared your throat, “What did you reply me to entertain my insane self?”

Jaehyun grabbed your outstretched wrist, “This isn’t covered by your insurance.”

You burst out in laughter, internally thanking whomever that admitted you into a private ward so no one could hear your psychotic laughter, “Really? You’re so funny Jaehyun, how are you not in Media Communications?!”

“I’ll take my leave first to let you guys catch up,” Chaeyoung stood up slowly, then exiting the ward.

“I find babies cuter than reports,” Jaehyun smiled, with his damn dimple.

“How have you been? I’ve haven’t seen you in a really long time,” You attempted to reconcile with Jaehyun, after abruptly cutting communications with him after your crush on him was exposed.

“Fairly good, I really like my internship here. Though I’m constantly called to the ER.” Jaehyun snickered. “What about you?”

“I like writing, so I guess I’m good too?” You nodded, “I’m really sorry I suddenly cut off all contact with you back in high school, I was just, really embarrassed.”

“It’s alright, I mean, I would do the same too.” Jaehyun comforted you, as you suddenly felt yourself falling for Jaehyun all over again.

A still but comfortable silence waved over the room, neither of you willing to speak up.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?” the tips of Jaehyun’s ears turned red.

“Yeah.”

“Do you still have a crush on me?” 

Your mind stunned at the sudden question, momentarily unable to answer.

“W-why?”

“I actually asked my friend on why you would suddenly want me,” Jaehyun scratched his neck sheepishly, “He’s a neurologist, and he said it might be because you still have lingering feelings.”

“I--”

“Its okay if you don’t Y/N,” Jaehyun interrupted, “he might be just spouting nonsense. He likes to mess with me all the time.”

“I still like you, Jaehyun.” it was now your turn for your cheeks to heat up, “I haven’t really gotten over you, really.”

Jaehyun hugged you abruptly, you stiffened in shock but slowly melted into his arms, “Thank you, Y/N, I was really scared that you didn’t like me back and all, I really really like you.”

You chuckled, “i’m your girlfriend now, are you happy?”

Jaehyun pulled away, as he placed a loving peck on your forehead, “I’m the happiest whenever I’m with you.”