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emmikmil · 4 years ago

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give him a show

Pairing: Steve Murphy x Female!Reader with Javi watching...

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT read the warnings y’all, please

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism (ALL parties consenting!), Oral (M and F receiving), Masturbation (M), Smut P in V) THIS IS FICTIONAL OK BE SAFE IRL PEEPS. A literal smack to the face, biting/marking, choking, very brief anal play.

A/N: wow this fic... is something lol. It's been an idea and half written for a couple months now and I'm happy it's finally finished!! big shout out to @soyelfuegoquearde for the beta read and @knivesareout for being the best and waiting so long. Enjoy!

“Last call for drinks before we start this movie fellas!” Steve flicks his eyes up and down your frame as you stand above him and his work partner Javier with your arms crossed, waiting expectantly. Javi snaps out of his daze and quietly asks for another beer. Steve smiles and shakes his head when you turn to him, as he’s still nursing his lukewarm beer from dinner. This has been a ritual between you three the past few months, Javi would join the two of you for dinner and a movie whenever time allowed. Steve had seen it in your eyes the moment Javi made a joke about barely cooking for himself, the ‘oh god, this man needs an actual home-cooked meal’ kind of look. So, dinner and movie nights happened as often as it could, tonight being one of those nights.

Steve narrows his eyes and lets out a quiet huff as he watches Javi watch your swinging hips as you walk back to the kitchen. It had bothered Steve in the beginning when Javi would stare at your ass, but as soon as he realized Javi did this with nearly every woman that passed him, Steve didn’t take it to heart. There was no sense in causing a rift just because he felt territorial over his girl. That doesn’t mean, however, that he can’t poke a little bit at his friend.

"Wanna borrow my polaroid, Peña?" His words seem to shake Javi from his daze and he has the courtesy to look ashamed as he scratches the back of his neck. “Don’t get me wrong I get it, she has a great ass, amongst other things...” the last bit being muttered into his beer bottle and Steve can’t help his sly grin when he sees Javi’s eyes grow wide.

“Hey baby, you wanna go ahead and start on that popcorn?” Steve asks as you saunter back into the room and hand Javi his beer. You offer Steve a wink and a mock salute before you turn and walk back to the kitchen. Once you’re safely out of earshot, Steve turns his eyes back to Javi. “Look, I trust you, she and I both do, so that’s why I’m about to give you an offer. You say no, that’s fine, just throwing it out there.” Javi looks incredibly suspicious as he sips his beer. but makes a gesture with his hand for Steve to continue. “My girl likes to be watched. Likes giving a show to people while she’s being fucked. I’m not sayin’ I share now, I don’t. She likes the thrill of having eyes on her and she’s missed it since we left Miami and the few people we trusted, so…”

” Steve stops to make sure Javi is keeping up. He’s not totally freaking out like Steve thought he would which is a plus. “So if you were to pass out just before the credits roll, I take my girl to the bedroom and leave the door half open…You can watch, touch yourself, take a damn picture for all I care. But if you take one step in that room without her and I agreeing to it, there's gonna be problems for you, you got me?”

“What if I’m not interested?” Even though Javi asks, Steve can tell by the look in his eyes and the slight flush to his cheeks that he is. in fact, very interested.

“Finish the movie and leave like always, it’s up to you man.” With that, the conversation ends as you stroll back in with the popcorn and plop down between the two men. Steve leans over to pop a piece into his mouth as you press play on the remote. Steve settles in, smirking as Javi eyes you carefully and settles in to half-heartedly watch the movie.

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" No, Steve leave him there, poor guy is sleeping for once." you whisper as Steve leaned over you to shake Javi awake. You bat his hand away and stand to gently lay the throw blanket from the couch over Javis’s slightly snoring form. Steve stands quickly and wraps his arm around your waist as you bend and reach for the dishes on the coffee table.

"Leave it darlin', I'll clean up in the morning, just come on to bed," he whispers in your ear and places gentle kisses down the side of your neck. He sucks gently on your pulse point and grips your waist harder as he feels you shiver. You're quick to grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom, but Steve doesn't make the journey easy. He's fueled by your giggles and warm skin and can't help but pull at your clothes and suck on your neck as you both stumble down the hall. Steve gains some of his senses back as you both pass the threshold of your bedroom and he grabs your hips harshly, pulling you back into his chest.

As one hand travels up from your hip to gently hold your throat he speaks "Strip, get on your knees on the bed and face me." Steve tightens his hand until a whimper escapes you. Satisfied, he releases you and with his heavy gaze on you, you strip quickly to kneel on the bed. Steve pushes the door to close a bit and moves to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Now come on honey, get to work.". Steve can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes and reach for his belt buckle. You don’t waste any time in releasing him from his pants and boxers and sneaks a small lick to the head of his cock before pulling his pants down. Steve kicks them off and yanks his shirt off, throwing it off to the corner. He hisses and looks down as you bite the thin skin near his hip bone and suck harshly. You both know that he bruises like a peach and would have this mark for damn near a week. Steve’s hand reaches for your hair, fisting it in his hand. He knew you were eager, just as much as he was, but you were feisty with your teases tonight.

“You really wanna rush this, handsome?” you tease as you stroke him to his full hardness. Steve grunts and gives a firm tug to your hair and shoots you a warning glare. He can see your teasing glint in your eyes dim knowing right now he’s not up for playing games. Steve watches with heavy lids as you take him into your mouth, going at a slow pace before you build up to suck him further down your throat.

“That’s it, you be a good girl and you get rewarded. Tease me and I'll make your night hell.” Steve smirks as he looks down at you. You were so engrossed in his cock you didn't even notice the small shift of light from the hallway as a figure stands at the half-open door. Steve knew that his hand on your throat, a few praises, and the promise of a reward would get your mind hazy with lust; just enough to dull your other sense and not notice Javi at the door.

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From his spot at the door, Javi saw a mouth-watering sight. He had the perfect view of the tantalizing act taking place before him; the silhouette of you, your hair wrapped around Steve's hand, your eyes closed, mouth and throat full to the brim with cock. Javi has to bite his fist to keep from making a sound as he watches your throat constrict and swallow around Steve's cock. From a glance, Javi knew his cock was thicker and the images in his mind of your lips stretched out even more over his length had him unbuckling his jeans as quietly and quickly as possible. Javi has been hard ever since Steve had offered this scene to him on a damn silver platter. He thanks his lucky stars that staring at your ass landed him here and not with a punch to the face.

He keeps one fist between his teeth, not wanting to give his position away, and the other he grabs his leaking dick and matches the pace you’ve set for Steve. By now you have gotten into the groove, and it’s no longer slow and sensual. You were taking all of Steve’s cock that you could and christ, Javi could tell you knew exactly what you were doing. Javi could hear you make small moans with whatever Steve was whispering to you and then Steve is thrusting his hips, driving himself into your mouth even deeper. Javi knows for a fact that his dreams tonight would be filled with nothing but the sounds of your gags and slurps. This was by far the sloppiest blowjob Javi has ever seen and to his utter shock, his abdomen tightens and he spills his load all over his hand. He has been so focused on you he didn’t even notice how fast his orgasm had been building, and his eyes were watering with the effort of keeping quiet. As the last spurts of cum coated his hand and splatters on his shirt, he watches through hazy eyes as Steve pulls out of your mouth, a string of your saliva stretched between your swollen and parted lips and the flushed head of Steve’s cock. If Javi had the ability to cum again right then and there he knew he would.

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Steve wipes your chin and mouth gently before kissing you softly. "Alright now, let me get a taste sweet thing, lie back for me." It's almost comical to him how fast your legs swing around so you can lie back, your head just missing the pillows at the top. Steve grabs your ankles and pulls your body closer to him, settling you near the edge of the bed. He smiles wolfishly down at you as you throw your hand over your mouth, already covering it in anticipation of what's to come.

He kneels to spread your thighs and begins to pepper sweet kisses from one ankle to the seam of your leg and back down. Steve smirks as you shift below him and thrust your hips up whimpering and telling him to hurry the hell up already. Now because you’ve sassed back, Steve uses no mercy in getting some sweet revenge. He bites harshly into your inner thigh like you did with his hip earlier, and soothes the spot with his tongue. He continues like this for a couple of minutes, leaving bites on each thigh that will leave you marked for at least three days after. Steve finally feels generous and shows you mercy, licking up your cunt and circling around your clit expertly with his tongue. Your sigh turns to a gasp as he takes both your legs, bending your knees to your chest as he suckles on your clit. You're so drunk on the feel of his mouth you don't notice him angling your body so Javi could see your dripping core from the doorway.

Steve continues to lap at your folds hungrily, showing you just as much attention as you showed him. He listens to your whimpers grow higher in pitch, moving to slow down and trace lazy circles around your clit and tease you entrance with his fingers. He waits until your whimpers die down a little before he plunges two of his long fingers inside you, groaning as he leaves your clit when you scramble to muffle the loud gasp you let out. Steve uses his free hand to move your legs back down and kisses up your body as he slowly finger fucks you. When he reaches your face he grabs your hand that's covering your mouth and moves it away. As you go to cover your mouth again, Steve clicks his tongue in disapproval. "No ma'am, you're gonna let the whole building hear how good i’m making ya feel."

"But...but Javi is still-fuck- he's asleep and could wake-" Steve cuts you off with a hard kiss and he looks down at you, that predatory glint in his eyes. He starts to thrust his fingers faster and Steve smiles as you jerk beneath him.

"Now honey, you can't wake a man who's already watching you from the door." Steve damn near laughs at your wide eyes and the hitch in your breath. He eyes your torso up and down as you turn your head to look at the shadow in the doorway. Steve watches you turn back to him, a deep fire lit in your eyes.

"He agreed to it?" Steve just nods to confirm your question and stills his hand to give you a gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead and leans back to look you in the eye. Before he can ask you whisper “Can he come in? Where i can see him?” Steve just nods again and slowly starts to finger fuck you again.

Steve starts to trail kisses down your body and nestles back between your thighs. He then turns his attention to the doorway. “Alright Javi, you can come in.'' As the door creaks open and Javi steps into view, Steve can’t help but still his hand inside you and laugh at the sight; Javi, with his pants undone, cock half-hard, cum dripping from his hand and splattered on his shirt, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Steve, however, is struck silent with a firm smack to the face. His head whips around to glare at your sweet face smiling brightly at the dumbstruck agent in your doorway.

“There’s tissues on the nightstand and the chair is right there Javi.” You gesture to the chair in the corner, with the perfect view of you and the bed. Steve isn’t impressed as you turn your smile back to him as you lie back down on the bed, but he smiles back just as sweet as he pulls his fingers out of you and stands up and away from you. As he stares down at you, he sees Javi in his peripheral and notices his cock jumping as you whine and plead out a pathetic apology to get him back. Instead, Steve just stares at you, before turning his head to Javi.

“Go ahead and get comfortable. Lubes in the top drawer. And you-” his blazing eyes returning back to stare at you “-you flip over and show me your pretty ass. You slap me, I’ll slap back honey, now move.” He watches as you quickly follow his command, and once you're on your hands and knees he grips your hip with one hand and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, the sounds reverberating off the walls of the small room along with your shout. Steve makes sure to smooth the area over with his hand and bends to give it a small kiss.

“Ya know honey,“ Steve stands and grips his cock, running it through your wet folds as you whimper at the feeling. "he’s been staring at your ass for weeks now, haven’t you Peña?” Steve looks up to watch as you and Javi lock eyes. Javi’s eyes burn with desire and he's clearly more comfortable, now naked and slowly stroking his lube slicked cock. Steve didn’t even have to look at you to know that your eyes were following Javi's every movement as you wiggle your hips to get Steve to slip in. He’s careful not to slide in just yet, instead Steve stares at Javi until he flicks his eyes off of you. “Bet you’d like her like this Javi, it's the perfect view.” Steve then suddenly pulls away and gives your other ass cheek a punishing slap, and as you yelp and shake he grips your hips and enters you in one quick thrust. Steve bends to nip and kiss your shoulder as you get your breath back and adjust for a moment.

Steve stands at his full height and slowly starts thrust in, being mindful of the first half dozen or so to get you warmed up before he really starts to pound into you. He keeps a steady pace, not too fast, but it's deep and the rhythmic slap of skin fills the room. Steve’s eyes go from watching his cock slip in and out of you to Javi, who is watching your body with rapt attention.

Since you are a little too cock drunk to be coherent and smack him again, Steve can’t help but tease his friend more. “Ya know the only thing better than her pussy is her ass. I know you’re an ass man and damn if you ask nicely she’d let ya shove your cock up there. And shit, she sure.is.tight.” he punctuates the last words with hard thrusts that make you fall to your elbows and scream into the blankets. Steve pulls out, despite your growling protests, and bends to spit on the crack of your ass. He watches his saliva slide down and swipes his thumb through the mess and carefully pushes, adding just the slightest of pressures against your tight hole. The pressure he adds is gone as fast as it appeared and he slides back into your dripping core. As he settles into a brutal pace, your gasps and moans start to get higher and higher in pitch, Steve is damn close too, and Javi is sweating and panting as he fucks his fist in earnest. Steve can’t help himself and asks one last question. “What would you do to her right now, huh Javi?”

With his eyes glazed over, it takes a few seconds for Javi to finally speak. “Bring-bring her up and hold her throat, ch-choke her a bit.” Javi has to bite his lip and take a few breathes so he doesn’t spill his load prematurely, again. Steve however, smiles wickedly as you clench around him tightly and moan.

Both men falter for a moment when, in your dazed state you mumble, “Fuck yes, please Javi please.” Javi is the first to respond with a muttered oh fuck as he throws his head back, and Steve takes action immediately. He scoops you up, just like Javi said, and holds your throat, gentle but firm. Just enough to make you gasp and reach for his arm as you arch into him. Steve picks up his pace, spurred on by your words, but still not wanting to let you off the hook.

“You can say his name all you want honey, but you will scream my name as you cum, cause this pussy belongs to me.” Steve closes his eyes as he pounds his last few thrusts into you. He can hear Javi let out a long groan and knows his words set his friend off the precipice, and the combination of Steve and Javi has sent you stuttering and crying out a weak shout of Steve’s name. As you break down, Steve holds your shivering body close, cradling your waist and shoulders as he stays deep in you and paints your walls.

Steve is careful to set you down, lying on your side to face Javi as he goes to get you a warm cloth, knowing you're too sensitive to be held closely right now. He steps back in the room, silently passing an extra rag to Javi and slowly cleans you. As Steve climbs in behind you to cuddle you close, Javi stands and dresses slowly. The air in the room is hot and sticky, but the silence doesn't make things uncomfortable. As Javi slips on his shirt, Steve speaks up “Thanks Peña, my girl enjoyed herself. Hope you did too.”

Javi chuckles as he takes one last look over your naked body. “Best movie night you’ve invited me to.” Both men smile as you let out a small laugh and nod to each other as you turn to snuggle further into Steve. He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead and giving you praise for how well you did for him, for both of them. You drift off to sleep as Javi slips out through the front door, all three of you wondering if maybe every movie night should end this way.

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Bar Crossed Lovers - One Shot

a/n: i truthfully couldn’t think of a better name, so please enjoy the bad pun. idk wtf this is, but it’s friends to lovers with a little bit of angst, and of course smut. hope you enjoy! 4.8k

He wasn’t sure how it happened. The two of you were the last ones at the party, and he had offered to help clean up. It was genuine, a friend helping another friend tidy up after a night of drinking with others. How he ended up in your bed, inside of you for hours, well, that was trickier to understand. You weren’t sure how it happened either, but you weren’t complaining. It had been a while, and he was there. He didn’t stay the night. There was no confession of love or feelings, it was just sex.

Neither of you talked about it. You both just figured it was a drunken mistake, or maybe it wasn’t a mistake. You both clearly needed it, but it wasn’t something to make a big deal out of. It was when you both worked next that it got a little awkward. You both were in early for set up.

See, you and your friends all worked at a bar. Some of you were in grad school, and some of you were just working there until you figured out what it was you really wanted to do with your life. It was good and easy money. It’s how you met Harry in the first place. He was already behind the bar when you clocked in. He was polishing the glasses that were fresh out of the dishwasher.

“Hey.” You say, as you pull out the cutting board and limes.

“Hi.” He sets a glass down and looks at you. “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?” You say, without looking at him.

“Good.”

You nod your head and hear him scoff. You put your knife down and look at him. He was still looking at you, arms crossed.

“This doesn’t need to be so weird.” He says.

“I agree.”

“So why are you acting like this?”

“Because I don’t really know what to say to you. How do we continue as normal? Do we let our friends know what happened?”

‘I don’t see how it’s any of their business, Y/N.”

“They’re gonna know something’s up, Harry.” You point to the splotch on your neck and his face flushes.

“It’s been a few days…”

“You didn’t exactly do it gently.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you to stop.” You blush and turn back to your limes as he continues with the glasses.

“We were drunk and we did what a lot of people do when their drunk.” He shrugs.

“I figured that’s why you stayed back, because you wanted to hook up.”

“Well, I genuinely felt bad that our friends didn’t throw any of their garbage away, so I wanted to help.”

“You’ve always been nice.” You chuckle. “Maybe too nice.” You shake your head at the memory of that night. You feel a slight surge go through you, but you try to shake that away as well.

“You weren’t exactly complaining the other night, babe.” He grins and you swat your rag at him. “Gotta be able to joke about it.”

“It is sort of funny, been friends for a while and all of a sudden we just hook up.”

“I don’t blame you, I am pretty irresistible.”

“Harry.” You sigh.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Just lightening the mood, that’s all. Look, it doesn’t need to be a big deal. It was a nice hook up.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“But that’s all it was, right?”

“Right.” You put all of the limes into the container and grab a few lemons. “I don’t like you as anything more than a friend.”

“Same here.”

“But…I wouldn’t hate if it happened again.” Your cheeks had to be beat red at this point.

“Neither would I.”

“Really?” You look at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs and lifts another rack of glasses to the counter. “No strings attached sex? I’m game.”

“I just don’t want our friendship to get fucked up, that’s all.”

“I agree. We should make it clear if we’re hanging out to hook up or not, and if it gets deeper for someone, then it should stop.”

“Right, because I’m just dying to be in a relationship with you.” You say sarcastically.

“Aren’t most people?”

“Jesus.” You nudge him and he chuckles. “We would also need to stop if one of us meets someone else. We would need to be upfront about it.”

“What about other hook ups?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like on Tinder or something?”

“I don’t need to know about that, just…make sure you wrap it up.”

“Deal.” He grins.

After that, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You often found yourself getting distracted at work, and so did Harry. Almost every night you worked together you’d end up having a quickie in one of your cars. Your friends eventually found out too. It wasn’t hard to figure out since you both got caught in the bathroom at one of their places one night. You all had a good laugh about it and just explained it was nothing more than hooking up. Everyone was pretty cool with it.

You had just finished hooking up at his place when you were getting your clothes back on.

“You know, you don’t have to slip out just yet.” He says as he pulls his boxers back on. “We were watching a movie.”

“Yeah, for like five seconds.” You laugh. “I need to get going, though.” You slip your shirt on and lean across the bed to give him kiss on the cheek. “I have a paper I need to work on, you know how it is.”

“I do, you came here to distress.” He smirks.

“And I did.” You give him one last kiss before grabbing your keys. “See you at work tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

Harry makes his bed back up and throws a load of laundry in the washer. His phone pings with a few messages from Tinder, but he’s found himself checking and responding less and less. He was having great sex with you, why go out and get it somewhere else? After finishing up some homework of his own, he texts you.

Harry: how’s the paper going?

You: almost done!

Harry: let me know if you want a reward ;)

You: miss me already? Lol

Harry: just parts of you

You: very funny

Harry: ;p

You: if I say yes will you go down on me?

Harry: I’m on my way

Having sex with Harry was great, but it was starting to take up a lot of your free time. He was the one that would text you for the booty call more often than you would, which surprised you. You didn’t question it because it was nice to feel wanted. Every time he kisses the back of your shoulder as he drilled into you, or as he had you bent of the bed, or even when his head was between your legs, you enjoyed being wanted. But you wanted to be wanted for things other than sex. You wanted to have excuses to get dress up and go out on nice dates. You worked long hours and your grad work kept you busy too. Sometimes you just wanted to be swept off your feet, not swept off to the bedroom.

One night while you were working, a group of young men came in. They all sat down right at the bar instead of getting a booth.

“When can I get you guys started off with?”

“Pitcher of beer, please.” One of them says to you. He was handsome, very handsome.

“You got it.” You smile.

You found yourself chatting with him a bit in between other customers. His name was Noel, and he worked at a publishing company. He and his coworkers were celebrating finishing a large manuscript edit. Harry noticed you flirted, but to be fair, you flirted a lot. So did he. It was how all the bartenders got more tips. There was something different about this, though. You seemed genuinely interested in what this guy had to say.

“We have to get going soon, but I’d love to keep getting to know you. Your grad work seems really interesting.” He writes his number on the receipt. “Call me sometime.” He smiles.

You bite your bottom lip and tuck the receipt copy into your apron. You had butterflies in your stomach. This was good, this was really good. What a cute way to meet someone. You and your other friends giggle about Noel. You were definitely going to call him.

“Coming back to mine tonight?” Harry asks as you both work to close down the bar.

“Sure.” You smile.

Your willingness to hook up with Harry had gotten less and less frequent. You had called Noel. You talked for hours. You had a lot in common. You had gone out on a couple of dates with him, and they went really well. It was time to tell Harry your hook ups needed to stop altogether.

“Slow your roll, I didn’t come over here for that.” You laugh and push him away. He was kissing on your neck the second you came over to his place.

“What did you come here for then?” He gasps facetiously. “Are we hanging out for real?”

“Yes.” You both sit down on his couch. “I have to tell you something. I’m…sort of seeing someone.”

“Oh.”

“I haven’t slept with him yet, but I’d like to. We’re not official yet either, but I feel like we probably will be, so this needs to stop. Is that okay? Still friends?”

“Course it’s okay, and of course we’re still friends. Thanks for being so honest.” He smiles.

“Thanks for being so cool with it. I know I’ve been sort of distant in that sense lately, but I’ve just been trying to figure out how I feel. I really like this guy and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

“I get it.”

You hug him and kiss him on the cheek. The two of you settle in with a movie, and then you leave. Harry went to bed aggravated as all hell. He liked hooking up with you. He was hoping the conversation you had earlier wouldn’t have come so soon. You had been doing what you were doing for nearly three months. How could you have gotten bored with him? You always praised him in the bedroom, how could you want someone else to fuck you?

You and your friends would be all hanging out after work, and you’d be bringing Noel to formally meet them. You had been seeing him for a few weeks now. You hadn’t gone all the way with him yet, just making out and some heavy petting. You weren’t sure what the holdup was, but you didn’t mind taking it sort of slow.

He comes into the bar just before close and sits down. You squeal when you see him. You come around from the bar and kiss him on the cheek.

“I just need to change quick in the back, and then we can head to Michelle’s.”

“Sounds good, take your time.”

You kiss him on the lips quickly and then head to the back to change. Harry catches this and squints at Noel while he wipes down the bar. Noel gives him a half smile and Harry returns it. Tonight was going to be interesting to say the least.

After a few drinks, you all settled in on a game of Scrabble. It would be lame or boring if you weren’t drinking.

“Challenge! Challenge! No way that’s a word!” Michelle says to Harry.

“Is too!”

“It’s a slang term, no slang!” Chris yells in her defense.

“Where in the blood rules does it say you can’t use slang?! If it’s in the dictionary, it’s a fucking word! That’s ten points, write it down.” He crosses his arms, and Michelle groans.

“I’ve never seen so many people get worked up by a game of Scrabble before.” Noel chuckles. “This is great.” He kisses you on the cheek.

Everyone seemed to really like Noel so far, but you wanted Harry’s opinion too. You notice him get up to refill his drink in the kitchen, so you get up to do the same.

“What do you think?” You whisper.

“About what?” He whispers back.

“Noel.” You giggle.

“Oh.” He rolls his eyes. “No offense, but I don’t really wanna give my two cents on your boyfriend.”

“Well, he’s not exactly my boyfr-“

“Either way.” He sips his drink. “Not something I feel super comfortable with.”

“I just wanted to know if you liked him so far…if I bring him around more often I’d wanna make sure you were comfortable with it.”

“And what if I wasn’t?” He had back you up so you were leaning against the counter. “You know me, I’m a real attention hog.” He smirks and walks away from you.

Harry missed you. He missed you like crazy. It had been a month since you last hooked up and he thought he was gonna go crazy. Never in a million years did he think he would be the one to catch feelings, but he did. Noel was probably a really nice guy, but he was now competition, and if there was one thing Harry didn’t like it was competition.

He had to watch as Noel would come in on the late nights at work to come pick you up, when that used to be him to make sure you got home safely. He had to listen when you would giggle with your other friends about the dates he would bring you on. It was torture.

One night it was raining, so Noel invited you over for a wine and movie date. You loved cuddling with him. About thirty minutes into the movie, and most of your glass of wine drank, you were making out on his couch.

“Y/n>” He breathes. “Want you.”

“Want you too.” You groan.

You were ready for him now, he had waited long enough. It also kind of turned you on to just be so comfortable with him to want to do it on his couch. He slipped your pants off and undid your own. You reach into your grab and pull out a condom. He happily slides it on. He fingers you, only for a few moments. When Harry would finger you…you shake the thought from your head. You can’t compare them right now.

When Noel pushes inside you, you were expecting it to feel incredible. It wasn’t like his dick was small or unsatisfying, but there was something that just wasn’t doing it for you. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t paying any attention to your clit, or the way he would only lightly kiss your neck, or that he wasn’t pulling at the roots of your hair. Shit.

“Y/N? Are you enjoying it? You’re like a million miles away.” He frowns.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I was feeling it…but…”

He pulls out of you and discards himself of the condom. You pull your pants back on and sit with him awkwardly on the couch.

“Is there something else I could have done?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think it would have made a difference.” You sigh. “I really like you Noel, I don’t know what my problem is tonight.”

“Is there someone else?”

“No.” Maybe. “At least, I didn’t think there was, but now I’m so sure.” You look at him. “I’m so sorry, I think I should go.”

He nods and sighs.

“I really like you too, but I don’t wanna force anything between us. Take all the time you need.”

You throw your arms around him and hold him tight. Noel was literally the perfect guy, what was wrong with you? You leave and drive around for a bit. You wanted to kill Harry for running through your mind. You didn’t want to date him, and you hadn’t really thought about him sexually since you stopped hooking up. You never thought about him when you kissed Noel, so why was it when you were finally getting intimate that he popped into your head?

You were suddenly filled with rage and you gripped your steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. You found yourself driving towards Harry’s apartment building. You get out of the car and slam the door closed. You had no idea if he was going to be there, and you were getting soaked, but you didn’t care. You had a bone to pick with him.

You bang on his door and ring the buzzer over and over. You hear him yell “hang on” a couple of times.

“Y/N?!” It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was damp and the shirt he had clearly just put on was sticking to his still wet chest.

“You have some nerve, Harry Styles.” You brush by him as you walk into his place.

“Sure, come on in.” He says to himself. “Do you need a towel, you’re dripping?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine like this.” You cross your arms and looks at him.

“Alright, I really don’t have time for this, so you wanna explain the attitude?” He cross his arms now.

“I just tried having sex with Noel and I couldn’t because of you!”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That was the last thing he expected you to say.

“What?”

“You…you…you ruined me!”

“I ruined you? What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, for started, when he fingered me, it felt like he was just jabbing, and his nails weren’t exactly short. Your nails are always perfectly filed.”

“It’s common curtesy.”

“And he only did it for a few minutes. Then, he didn’t even rub my clit. You always did that while you fucked me.”

“Because it makes you feel good.”

“Exactly!”

“Did you tell him?”

“What?”

“Did you vocalize what you wanted?”

“No…I didn’t have to with you.”

“Not everyone’s like me. Sometimes you have to-“

“But I don’t want to! I just want someone that knows what they’re doing! I don’t want it to be a race about who can get off the fastest. I want someone’s body on mine and just be in complete and utter ecstasy for a little while! And it probably would have been fine. Maybe I would have gotten vocal with him, but you wouldn’t leave my mind! You ruined me, Harry.”

“Yeah, well, you ruined me too.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah.” He scoffs. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you be with someone else? To give all your attention to some guy that wasn’t me?! Do you know how hard it’s been trying to respect your relationship, and not drag you into the back room to fuck you senseless?”

“I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”

“Neither did I.” He looks away. “But I do, and I have pretty much since you ended things. I started to really miss you…as more than a friend.” He rubs the back of his neck. His phone starts to ring. “Shit.”

“Do you have plans?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go.”

“No.” He answers his phone. “Hey…no, I’m actually glad you called. I have to cancel last minute. One of my friends is upset over some guy who’s been a real idiot. Yeah…I’m sorry.” He hangs up his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Yes, I did. I was gonna try to go out on a date since it seemed things were getting serious between you and Noel…”

“So you just canceled on that poor girl who was probably getting ready?!”

“Well, I never said I was perfect! You of all people should know that, it’s probably the reason you didn’t more than my dick, right?”

“You didn’t want more from me!”

“I did, I just didn’t know it!”

You groan loudly, completely frustrated with the entire situation.

“Wait, so you had sex with him tonight?”

“What?”

“Like right before you came here? He fucked you?”

“Only for a couple of minutes. He could tell I wasn’t into it.” You look away.

“Well, I’m not fucking you tonight, not unless you shower.”

“You really think I came over here for that?! I came here to yell at you!”

“For no fucking reason! Oh, boo hoo, you think I ruined you for all other men. Maybe Noel was just a dud in the sack. Maybe that’s why he was single.”

“So you would have just easily jumped into bed with me if I wanted?”

“In a heartbeat, but not if someone else just touched you. I don’t even wanna think about it.” He makes a disgusted noise. “It should have been me, it should always be me.”

“That’s how you really feel?”

“It is. How do you feel?”

“I want you, but I also want the dates and the romance. I don’t want the booty calls, Harry. It’s nice being wanted, but I wanna go out and do things. I like getting brunch and going to movies, or going to other bars, or-“

“Okay! We can do that, we can do all of it, Christ. I’d do anything if it meant you were mine again, even though you were never really fully mine, but I had a piece of you once, I want all of it now.”

“I want all of you too.” You start walking towards his bathroom. You knew it very well.

“Where are you going?”

“You asked me to shower, so that’s where I’m going.” He follows you in there and you stop short. “You…kept my body wash?” You snatch the travel size bottle and show it to him.

“Smells good.” He shrugs. “Didn’t wanna waste it.” You make a sweet pouty face at him. “Shut up, you know where the towels are.” He says and closes the door behind him.

After your shower you find him lounging on his bed. You have your towel secure around you.

“All Noel free?”

“Mhm.” You giggle and sit on the edge of the bed where he was laying.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t take that the wrong way. I just would’ve felt weird…” He sit up against the headboard.

“No, it made sense. I wouldn’t wanna hook up with you right after being with someone else either.” You look over at the empty space beside him. “You know, in the three months we were hooking up we never had a sleep over.”

“Is that your way of asking to spend the night?”

“Got a t-shirt I can sleep in?”

He hums his response and gets up. He goes into his dresser, and tosses you a shirt. You put it on and hang the towel up.

“Wanna just watch something on Netflix and cuddle?” He asks.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He smiles and puts the TV on while you crawl onto the bed. He throws an arm around you and rubs your back as he searches for something. You settle on some random movie. You bury your face in his chest and throw a leg over his.

“Why do you always do this?” He chuckles.

“Do what?”

“Any time we start a movie you get all needy.”

“You said you wanted to cuddle, this is me cuddling.”

“This is your knee getting very close to my dick.”

“Can you blame me? Haven’t had you in so long.”

“You say that like it’s my fault.”

“If I hadn’t ended things you never would have realized you liked me as more than a friend.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “How could you not tell? Have you ever had a casual hook up so passionate before?”

“I just thought you were really good in bed.” You chuckle.

“Well, I am. And like I said before, I didn’t really realize how I felt until after it was over, which is super shitty.” He looks down at you and cups your cheek. “You’re special to me. You always have been, think it’s why we’ve been such great friends.”

“You shouldn’t keep so much to yourself.”

“Tomorrow, after work, I’m taking you on a date. I don’t care how late it is, I’ll find a place to take you. Show you off to everyone, make ‘em all feel jealous.”

You smile as he leans in to kiss you. He push you down into the pillows and hovers over you. It felt so good to have his lips on yours again. You couldn’t believe how much you missed it, or how natural it felt. You tug at his shirt and take it off. His lips move to your jaw and to your neck. He sucks on your skin harshly and your nails rake down his back.

“This what you needed?” He whispers in your ear before he sucks on another spot.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Feels so good.”

He gets your shirt off and strips down to his boxers. He kisses down your chest, making sure to pay attention to your breasts. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, sucking on where he pleases. When his tongue meets your center you buck your hips up towards him.

“You know you’re not supposed to move. Or did you forget?”

“Maybe you should remind me.”

He grins and presses a hand down on your lower stomach. You gasp when his tongue laps around you again. Your hands grip at his hair when he starts to suck on your clit. You moan out when you feel two of his fingers slip inside you.

“This is how you like it, right?” He says against you.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers curl up against your spongy front wall. He sucks even harsher on your clit and you feel like you’re going to lose it.

“Harry.” You cry out.

You feel him groan as you come to your release. He removes his fingers and sticks his tongue inside you to fully get a taste of you. He had missed it so much. He was sort of getting carried away, and started eating you out again. His thumb creeps up to your clit to rub circles into it. Your head was thrashing against the pillow, and you were sweating from what he was doing to you. No one did this like Harry. Once you come again he slowly lifts his head. He was out of breath and his chin was glistening.

“Get on your stomach.” He breathes.

You grin and flip over. He grips your hips, and pulls you back to him. He slips his boxers off and then slips inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“You like my cock buried inside you?”

“Yes.”

You gasp when he starts moving in and out of you. His hand grasps at the roots for your hair. His skin was slapping against yours. It was like the two of you had never been apart. You move your ass back against him to get in sync with his pace.

“Still so fucking tight. You feel amazing.” He grunts.

Harry tugs your hair harshly to pulls you back to him. Your head rolls back against his shoulder. One of his arms snakes between your breasts, and his other moves so his hand can rub your slit as his thrusts in and out of you.

“Taking me so well.” He says into your ear. You turn slightly to kiss him. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down on it. “Fuck.” He breathes.

“Harry.” You whimper.

He could tell you were close again by the way you were tightening around him.

“Where, shit, where can I come?”

“Inside me, obviously.”

He rubs your clit faster and you grab at his hair. You cry out before he pushes you back down on the bed. He flips you over and slips back inside. His hand grips your throat in just the right way. You both make eye contact. He thought you looked beautiful like this.

“Shit.” He groans and fills you to the brim with his hot come.

“Oh my god, Harry.” You moan.

“Like that?”

“Love it.”

He pulls out of you and you clamp your legs together so you don’t make a mess. You hobble to bathroom to clean up and then come back to him. You collapse on top of his chest. He plays with your hair and kisses your forehead.

“So…you really wanna be with me?” He asks. Someone had to speak first.

“Yeah, I do.” You look up at him. “You wanna be with me?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to call Noel tomorrow to let him know it’s officially over.”

“Same with the girl I’ve been talking to.” He kisses your forehead again and looks at you. “And you’re really gonna spend the night?”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Good, because I’m about ready to fuck you again. Got an entire month to make up for, babe.”

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pairing: jaebum x reader x jinyoung genre: friends, angst, jealousy plot: you and jaebum have been really great friends. things have been going smoothly because neither of you were in a real relationship, flings? sure, but girlfriends/boyfriends? no. so when Jaebum starts going out with Emma (a bitch), you can’t help but act out <3 a/n: I'm contemplating making this a jinyoung fic lol. hope y’all enjoy. thanks for all the love and support <3

Normally, people have a grand gesture or a classic tale of how they gained their best friend. You knew this because people love the tales of first meets. They love flaunting that badge of “we connected right away” or “I hated you at first, but now I can’t imagine life without you” bullshit and of the titles they give each other.

Okay, so that was a little hypocritical.

You had called Jaebum your best friend, but technically, you had thought it. Thinking it in your head shouldn't count, saying it out loud, on the other hand, should since it's disgustingly cringe.

But it was a fact, he was your best friend. However, there was no interesting story of your first meet or the moment you became friends. It just happened.

One day you went to a party, Jaebum was a friend of a friend. You met again at other parties, exchanged socials. You posted a picture of your now-dead dog, Jaebum replies saying “cute dog, but cats are better.”

You met up for drinks, talked, had fun.

And there, you both were now best friends.

You hated it when people asked for stories. You can’t remember the first moment you met everyone. There is no way anyone could ever possibly walk into a room, look at a random good-looking guy and be like-

“Yup, that’s the one, there’s the man of my dreams,” Emma swooned as she squeezed Jaebum’s hand on the dinner table lovingly. Jaebum glanced at her offering her a smile. His eyes met yours but didn’t stay because he could read your face, and just know that you were having none of this love at first sight bullshit.

“Jaebum told me that he felt the same way when he looked at me too,” Emma added, haughty. Her blue eyes gawked at you, smugly, showing off this apparent love of the century.

You bit your lip to stop the laugh threatening to come out. You turned your gaze away from her to Jaebum who looked away as soon as his eyes met yours. A small chuckle left you, “Did he?”

Sweet Jesus, he was such a fucking liar. The party they met, he was trying to hook up with Sarah from France. He’d only ended up with Emma because Sarah had chosen Jackson over him.

Love at first sight, sure.

“Oh that’s lovely,” the male beside you said. You turned to him, your lips in a thin smile as you gave him the eye.

“I thought I said no talking,” you leaned, whispering into his ears with a smile.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” he chuckled back, pecking your lips.

Ew. PDA.

“You’re so funny,” he smiled at you.

Dickdown 9/10 really needs to stop acting like he is your man. This is not a real date. You had told him that when you told him to come and eat with your friends. You were careful not to use the word ‘date’ and had reminded him all through the car ride.

But it seemed like playing boyfriend was his dream.

“Aww,” the evil witch cooed from the other side of the table. She looked over at Jaebum, who glanced straight across at you. “Aren’t they just adorable babe?”

Jaebum gave her halfhearted snort-smile combo, but Emma ignored him and continued. She looked at Dickdown 9/10 sitting directly across from her and asked, “So how did you both meet?”

“We’re just hooking up,” you cut him off before he could begin. “You asked me to bring someone because apparently seeing me coming here by myself makes you feel so sad. So I have bought someone, a friend-”

“We fuck,” Dickdown objected from beside you.

“A friend who I fuck,” you added, shrugging still looking at her. “Don’t make this more than this is.”

You gave her a beautiful smile.

Bitch.

She smiled, reflecting the same energy back.

“I hope you find a love divine as Jaebum and I did,” she smiled at you.

“I hope I fall in love with a random hook up one day, too,” you smiled back. You held up the beer in your hand, “For falling in love with trivial one night stands.”

“To finding love,” Jaebum gave you a stern look, as he lifted his glass. He turned to Emma placing a kiss on her forehead. “Wherever destiny takes you.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, and you almost threw up in your mouth.

“I liked your toast better,” Dickdown smiled at you, and you saw the image of riding him on top the table flash through your mind.

“You are getting your dick sucked tonight,” you told him through your eyes. You didn’t know if he got the message, but the promise was already made.

Jaebum chortled from across the table. You turned around to face him, quirking your eyebrows at him. Jaebum just snorted as he shook his head.

“See that was fun, wasn’t it?” Jaebum jeered as you stood outside the bar waiting for Dickdown 9/10 to come back with his car. He was being responsible and did not drink; a true gentleman.

“Yeah, so fun! I am absolutely devastated the night has come to an end,” you pouted at him, making him roll his eyes. You shook your head as you faced the front.

“This is going to be the rest of your foreseeable future, you know,” you told him, as you turned to look at him. He stared at you, intently, but you didn't look away. Instead, you peered into his eyes, trying to tell him to snap out of it. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yes, I am okay.” He grinned at you, as your face dropped, disappointed.

You were hoping that would scare him, but he didn’t mind this dull life.

“This is what your fun night looks like now, and statistically, it will only get worse, unless you bring in a third party for fun.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“Make it just us two and I’ll make it the perfect fun night.” You smirked back. Your breath quickened as his brooding brown eyes dropped down to your lips. You licked it instinctively.

Jaebum’s eyes met yours, flickering down to your lips once more before he smiled, rolling his eyes as he looked away, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You smiled, innocently. You knew exactly what you were doing, but you didn’t care.

“Stop flirting with me.”

“Such accusations,” you gasped.

You winked.

“My god, you’re such a flirt,” Jaebum laughed, looking out to the road. “This is why Emma worries when we are together. She just doesn’t get that this is a joke.”

What joke? You mean it.

Kinda.

“Emma would be jealous of a coconut tree if you stood too close to it, Jae,” you retorted, making him give you a pointed look. “That girl is loco.”

“You think too badly of her,” he smiled, nudging his shoulder against yours. “Once you get to know her, she’s not bad. You would like her.”

“I’m sure if people spent enough time with anyone, they’d start to like them. It’s probably a minute form of Stockholm syndrome,” you shrugged at him, facing the front. You noticed as Dickdown 9/10 bought the car around. “You couldn’t get away from her, so you decided to like her.”

“You’re crazy,” Jaebum told you, a smile on his lips. He watched as you walked away from him, towards the car. He followed a few steps behind you, “This guy seems like a dick. Who the fuck doesn’t drink at bars?”

“A responsible dick who has to drive me home, and will be rewarded with very nice dominated sexual acts,” you laughed when Jaebum grimaced. “Yeah, he’s a bit of a wanker, but he isn’t too bad.”

“What’s his name?” Jaebum asked. The car stopped a few feet away from you, you turned to face Jaebum with wide eyes. When you didn’t reply he smirked, “You don’t know his name.”

“I do,” you argued.

Fucking shit, you didn’t. He was Dickdown 9/10.

You cursed yourself, you should’ve listened when he introduced himself when you both walked in.

“He’s just a friend, Jae,” you drolled, giving him a shrug.

“I’m just a friend and you know my name.”

“But that’s cause I love you my pumpkin pie,” you gave him mocking smile, as you brought your hand to your heart. “Now, bye.”

“Text me when you get home,” he called out as you opened the passenger seat.

“You too!” You stuck out the window and waved him bye.

“They were nice,” Dickdown 9/10 said as he drove away. You turned over to him, a small smile on your lips.

You reached over undoing his pants.

“And you were a good boy tonight,” you leaned over, kissing his neck, “such a good boy.”

You leaned down, wetting your lips before it wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Was this a bad thing that bad people normal did? Definitely.

You knew that you didn’t need another person’s advice or a search on Google to know that this was a bad idea. Out there in the world of other judging people, you would be called a home-wrecker, a whore or something along those lines of insults.

You would have been affected by those words if you were say, five years younger. But when they were the actual and honest truth, why not take it with grace.

It wasn’t like you were actually going to try to break Jaebum and his lovely bitch of a girlfriend Emma up. You were just going to like him and wait for them to break up, which they will inevitably for sure.

Until then, you just need to relax and chill.

And that started with getting rid of the arm wrapped around your waist so early in the morning.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you lay there with his front pressed against your back.

You should’ve gotten rid of him last night.

But he was so good at dinner, you felt bad telling him to go after he did that and lived up to his nickname, so you let him stay.

Still, it was time to wish him bon voyage.

But you had too. You couldn’t do relationships.

It’s better to end it now before he starts to think this is more.

“Next time just find someone on Tinder,” you thought to yourself as you glared at your reflection. At least if it is a stranger on Tinder you wouldn’t be losing the best dick you got after dinner with your friends. But it was time for all good things to end.

You removed his arms off you and sat up on your bed staring at him. He stirred a bit at first, and then went back to sleep.

You sighed, getting up from your bed. You grabbed a t-shirt lying around that ended on your mid-thigh. You looked around for something, and decided to open the curtains was the most annoying thing you could.

“What?” he groaned, his voice all sexy and sleepy. You turned around with the light streaming in from behind you. It was a wonderful sunny day, and his voice was making you want to get back in there and have good and deserving good-bye sex.

But you stood your ground and folded your arms across your chest, “Time to leave, bud.”

“Wow, no good morning,” he moaned, but got up nonetheless. You grabbed his clothes and handed them to him.

“Thank you for the wonderful times, you were amazing.”

“This sounds like a goodbye,” he snorted putting his shirt over his head.

You looked at him with a sad smile, “This is goodbye, forever.”

“Woah,” he frowned as you gave him his wallet and car keys.

“I think it’s only fair for you to know,” you gave him a supportive smile, “You were a solid nine out of ten. A true gifts from Heaven.”

“Why not a ten?” He asked, and you frowned thinking about it.

“You were great, so I don’t think the missing point is your fault,” you bit your lip contemplating.

“Maybe its cause you’re dead inside?” He smiled like he had done something.

You nodded, agreeing, “That’s probably it. Your dick is missing that one point because it couldn’t bring me back to live.”

“Well,” you kissed his cheek and pushed him out of your room. “Bye-bye.”

You closed your door and patted your back, “That wasn’t bad. That was very good.”

“Where’s your boy toy?” Jaebum asked as he paid the cashier for his coffee.

You frowned, “You’re making me sound like a cougar.”

“And that’s bad?”

“Definitely not, that is goals. But I am still in my twenties. If I was a cougar at this age, that would be illegal.” You told him before turning to the barrister to place your order.

“Hi, how may I help you?” The perky girl said, not looking up from the screen.

“A caramel Frappuccino,” you sang, rolling your tongue.

“God, you’re embarrassing.” Jaebum sighed from beside you.

“Hey-”

“That’ll be 7.50,” she pointed to the EFTPOS machine. You placed your card on it waiting for the beep. You looked up at the girl, getting the receipt, “Thank you.”

“How come you wanted to hang?” You asked Jaebum as you settled on a table towards the back of the cafe.

“Can't I just casually want to have a chat with you?”

“We’ve met three times already this week,” you rolled your eyes at his pout. “And asking me for coffee? That’s a bit formal.”

“Well, it is formal business,” Jaebum placed his intertwined fingers on the table with a proud smile. “I wanted to formally tell you that my book has been approved for a second viewing.”

“Oh my god!” You gasped, your eyes widening. You froze for a second, before chuckling, tears in your eyes. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. I’m so proud of you. You worked so hard. Oh my gosh-”

“I know,” he clasped your hand in his. He looked into your eyes, his eyes glistening as he gave you a sincere smile. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“All I did was get you drunk,” you breathed, chuckling as you wiped your eyes before the tears ran free.

You were not going to cry in a cafe, no matter how fucking happy you were.

Jaebum just laughed, throwing his head back. He sobered and started explaining how he got told the notified, and what changes they wanted to make to the book.

“They want to change Persephone?” You frowned, she was your favourite.

“They said something about Greek mythology-”

“Duh.”

“And something about it being impressionable to young readers,” he bit his lips.

Before you could say anything, the waitress came with two cups and a piece of chocolate cake. You looked at her, managing to give her a tight smile, “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Jaebum smiled at her, before looking at you. He stared at your frowning face and passed you a spoon. “Here.”

You took it off him and took a bite of the cake.

“I’m not going to let them,” he said after a moment.

You looked up, staring into his eyes as he looked at you with a knowing smile.

“I’ll go to another publisher if I have to, they can’t take her away.”

“Jae,” you sighed, moved by his words. Persephone was your character; the one you had helped build. She was like your child and fictional form at once. “You just saying that is enough. You don’t have to for me-”

“She was is my favourite, y/n,” he held your gaze, and your heart swelled. “It won’t be the same without her. I can’t.”

“It’ll work out,” you patted his hand. You spooned a piece of cake and held it to him. He took the bite, licking his lip as he leaned back into his seat.

“I hope so,” his eyes darted to the doors. He held up a hand as if to grab someone’s attention. You turned to find a very attractive male walking in. Jaebum continued from behind you, “That’s why I invited the editor for a meeting.”

You turned to Jaebum, wide-eyed, “What?!”

“Smile, he’s here.” Jaebum gave you a knowing look. “You helped build her, maybe your views and ideas would persuade him.”

“Hey, Jaebum,” the good-looking editor held out his hand. Jaebum got up shaking it.

“Mr Park,” Jaebum smiled politely.

“Jinyoung is fine,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

He was cute.

“This is y/n,” Jaebum gestured towards you. You just smiled, not sure if you should get up too. Jinyoung smiled, nodding, as he seated at the end of the four-sided table. “Have you ordered?”

“Yup, just as I walked in,” his voice was deep and soothing. “Do you want to talk around or get straight down to it?”

“Straight to it,” Jaebum snorted, both of them relaxing into their seats. The waitress placed the drink in front of Jinyoung, a blush blooming on her cheeks as he thanked her with a sweet smile.

You just sat back and watched him.

“I heard you have a problem with my suggestions?” He pulled out a few papers from his suitcase.

What a cunt carrying a suitcase, pretty handsome though.

“Well, that’s only because you want to get rid of arguably the most important character,” Jaebum laughed, but his tone tight.

One hour, a whole hour of going back and forth. You spent a good ten minute on a monologue of exactly why Persephone was a good character, and a great role model for young readers; especially girls.

“But would parents be comfortable with letting their kids read about a female-”

“Who fights, swears and chooses her sexual partners?” You cut him off raising an eyebrow at him. Jinyoung smiled at you, arrogantly, like what you were saying was of no value. “How are her actions any different to the male main character? Xavier does the same if not worse.”

“But parents, Miss-”

“Y/n is fine,” you smiled and continued. “Don’t be a pussy, Jinyoung. Parents don’t read books before giving them to their kids. And this is young adult, not primary school kids.”

You saw Jaebum still as he licked his lips, holding back a smile.

“Parents follow reviews,” Jinyoung’s smile grew as he leaned towards you, “Good parents do, at least.”

Red. You saw red.

“How about a compromise?” Jaebum said, making you both turn towards him. “Persephone stays, but only two partners; the rest stays the same.”

“I could convince the Board with that,” Jinyoung nodded, he glanced at you his lips quirking up. “Feminism sexuality isn’t defined by the number of people someone can sleep with. It’s about owning it. A smaller number but the same attitude will still get the same message across.”

You didn’t say anything.

What he said did make sense.

Shitty cunthead.

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keijikunn · 4 years ago

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Memories ─ part i

── A @celestialarchiveshq collab “Connected by fate”

Pairing: Semi Eita x fem!reader Tags: college!au, kinda angst i guess, fluff, SLOW BURN, maybe strangers to lovers!au Summary: On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year. Word count: ~3.6k

Author’s note: I’m late and I’m so so sorry! I said I’d comeback by the end of January, but here we are in March lol. I can explain why I took so long in another post, if you want, but anyways. Here’s my piece from the soulmate!au collab from @celestialarchiveshq ! I decided to break it into pieces, because so far I have 9k words and you don’t deserve this. Anyways, hope you enjoy and stay tunned for the next part!

WARNINGS: insecurity, mention of injury (it’s a broken arm), self-esteem issues, let me know if I forgot anything

MEMORIES’ MASTERLIST

You didn’t know who your soulmate was, the little information you had about them was that you only knew they were a boy and had a huge passion for volleyball and music. But one thing that you knew for sure about him was that he desperately needed a hug. Not because he’s supposedly your partner for life, your one true love, your missing piece. No. Your soulmate mark taught you things are more than that, that there’s more colours than just black and white, more than just simple and exact definitions.

Being able to access his most important memory of the year through a dream was both a blessing and a curse. The first one is quite obvious, it meant your soulmate had overall a good year, no bad day overshadowed the good ones. However, when the second case occurred, it pained you to know that he went through a lot, and you couldn’t do anything.

It was hard to predict how much a couple of consecutive bad memories could have changed your soulmate. Knowing only an hour or so piece of the 8760 hours of the last year, let you little to no room to guess how he coped with it. You couldn’t help but think what did he do to deserve all the insecurities and self-doubt he’s been receiving. What happened to the sweet boy that still believed hard work was worthy?

2004 (age of 10)

Your soulmate was running towards his front door, ignoring his young sister’s whines to slow down, but he didn’t pay attention. He was eager to see what was the surprise his father told him before he left for school. What could it be? Your soulmate’s voice, a pitch higher due to his age, resonated inside his head.

“Mom, dad, I’m home!” He exclaimed, kicking out his shoes to quickly enter the living room; only to receive a stern look from his mother, pointing with her fingers his shoes, indicating he had to organize it. “Okay, I’m doing it.”

“Mom! Nii-chan didn’t wait for me when I asked!” His sister, Aime, complained, closing the door behind her.

The older woman scolded the young boy, who scratched the back of his neck, apologizing to his sister next. The feeling of excitement filled his body once again when his father, still wearing the shirt and pants from his suit, appeared in his vision, holding a large package.

“Welcome back, kids.” He grinned, placing the mysterious box on the floor to spread his arms so Aime could jump into his embrace. Your soulmate did not waste time to approach his father, who messed up with his hair. “Son, are you ready for your surprise?”

“It’s not fair that nii-chan’s getting a present! It’s not even his birthday.” Aime whined, both parents exchanged a brief smile, before the mother held onto her shoulders, guiding her to sit on the sofa next to her brother. He was almost jumping on his seat, bouncing his legs as if that motion would stop him from throwing himself at the box to open it.

“The reason why me and mama decided to gift nii-chan is because he listened very well to us,” the older man started to explain. “Do you remember what he asked us a few months ago, Aime?”

“I asked if I could get my own guitar!” Your soulmate piped in, almost bursting into happiness as he connected the dots.

“And we talked to you two about it, right?” Their mother continued, instigating her children to remember the topic of that conversation.

“Mama and papa said that if we dedicate ourselves to something we really want, they could get us what we asked.” The young girl replied obediently.

“Nii-chan has been dedicating himself to his guitar lessons, so we thought about rewarding his hard work.” Their dad finally announced what your soulmate had guessed all along, a smile spreading on his face. After receiving a light nod from them, the boy immediately put his hands on the wrap, tearing it apart to reveal a beautiful guitar. “We’re expecting extra hard work from now on, buddy.”

“I will!” He exclaimed, hugging both parents tightly, cheeks hurting from his large grin. “Thank you so much!!”

September, 2017 (current time, age of 23)

The memories were blurred in your mind, though all feelings and sensations burned in your heart whenever you remembered it. You always saw them in your soulmate’s perspective, being privileged enough to have a piece of his happiness - or cursed to feel the sadness that washed over in other years.

It was perhaps his fault that you got so hooked on music and learned how to truly appreciate it, you somehow felt connected with him, as if it was a language only you two knew. It didn’t really matter the genre of the music, you could listen to an indie band from your college or a worldwide superstar; your heart knew how to stay tuned to different frequencies, absorbing the perfect high notes to the bass riff that made your bones shake.

That was how you met this eccentric lead vocal and guitarist from a rock-ish band in your college department, a guy with ash blonde hair, narrowed eyes and a voice filled with unsaid emotions. Semi Eita appeared to be angry at anyone at any time of the day, quick to offer snarky replies with his sharp tongue. It could be just a persona he created as his band progressively became well-known around college, or could be just himself and his lack of interest in people in general.

You got to know him through your friend - and the band’s drummer - Akihiko, after one of their performances on a local live-house most college students go on a Friday night. Semi sat far from his bandmates, who were talking excitedly with each other and a couple of friends, with the same scowl you’ve seen in a picture Akihiko once showed you.

“Guys, this is my friend Y/n,” he introduced you as soon as you two entered the small backstage room reserved for the performers. “She’s really into music, so I decided to invite her to one of our presentations.”

“It’s nice to meet you all!” You exchanged greetings, while you noticed the lead vocal just rolled his eyes and busied himself with his phone. “I enjoyed it a lot today! I could feel every instrument resonating through my body. Please invite me for your next performance!”

Throughout the whole night you hang out with the band, Semi stayed quiet on his own, enjoying a bottle of beer too lost inside his head. His bandmates reassured you he was fine, the guy wasn’t a fan of gathering with friends or any sort of social contact - which was ironic to say the least, after all, he spends his free time entertaining people.

Despite the singer’s wish to avoid contact, many girls - and guys - approached him perhaps to initiate a small talk, or maybe to end up on a secluded corner of the live-house with their mouths on his. His quite mysterious façade was intriguing, you even admitted it to yourself, as a possible explanation to his “fame” around people, and maybe that was the reason he attracted many people.

You only got the chance to have a proper conversation with him on the next band rehearsal, which Aikihiko invited you per the other’s request. Inside the soundproof studio, you sat on a chair across Semi, who was too busy tuning his guitar to care about your gaze on him. He still sported the same scowl in his face, however, this time you could notice a hint of excitement - maybe even a silent love towards his instrument and what he was able to do with it.

“Are you done staring at me?” Semi asked angrily, lifting his head from the tuning keys he had just finished adjusting. “Why are you here? Aren’t you Akihiko’s hookup or something?”

“First of all, ew!” You exclaimed, face contorting in a grimace at the thought. “I know him too well to feel attracted! Besides, he permanently smells like cigarettes, it’s awful.”

“Just wait until he arrives, the studio will be infested by this shit.” He replied with a huff, rubbing his hand against his face. “For real, though, why are you here?”

“The other guys invited me to watch you practice,” you said, then leaning down to grab a notebook from your bag by your foot on the floor. “They think watching you play will help me with an activity I have to turn in before the winter break.”

“What is it?” Semi seemed interested, you noticed, putting his guitar on its support, crossing his left leg. Although you two were talking for a couple of minutes, you still felt a cold barrier between you two. It was quite noticeable as how the lead singer guided the conversation, questioning you and your reasons to be there.

“I attend the music course as an extracurricular activity, and I have to produce a song by the end of the semester.” The room fell in silence, but you could almost hear the gears in Semi’s head turning. “And I’m also here to convince you to sing for my project.”

“No.”

“Expected.” You laughed amused as Semi’s eyebrow twitched at your response. “Do you like barbecue? I can take you to an expensive restaurant as a payment.”

“You’re not gonna bribe me.” He stated, narrowing his eyes to send you sharp looks. In response, you smirked at his reaction. Just like Akihiko told me he would react.

“You’re right, I’m not gonna bribe you,” you mirrored his posture: left leg over the right one, arms crossed on the chest. But, contrary to him, you opened a smile, though your eyes screamed at the challenge in front of you. “I’m going to make you agree with me.”

October, 2017 (current time, age of 23)

A month has passed since your very first talk with Semi Eita, and although you didn’t make any progress regarding your project, you’re getting to know a bit more about the real Semi - not just the cold façace he shows. He is indeed quick with comebacks, hot tempered - especially when he’s talking about music, the boy stands still for his beliefs in what would be better for the band - but, Semi seems to have a huge wall separating his deepest sides from his friends. As if something holds him back from being true to his feelings.

“C’mon, Semi, we’re having a movie night,” Akihiko whined once again. “Stop watching this volleyball game and let me start choosing the movie!”

“He won’t budge Akihiko, it’s his friends playing.” The bassist, Takeshi, laughed at the rather unilateral discussion: the lead singer’s eyes were still trained on the screen, watching carefully every movement; while the drummer tried to snatch the remote control from the other’s grip. “You should know by now that he analyses carefully every Ushiwaka’s movements to scold him later.”

“I don’t do that!” Semi spoke up, diverting his gaze from the TV, proceeding to push Akihiko away from him. “Ushijima doesn’t need my comments. He never did, anyways.”

“So, the famous Semi Eita is also a sportist?” You teased him, nudging his left left leg with your foot, since you were half laying on the couch. “And has his phone number? Impressive.”

“Our lead singer had the honour to play on the same team as Ushijima Wakatoshi.” Akihiko threw his arm forcefully around the ash blond haired boy, earning a groan in protest. “And played against the Adlers’ setter, right? And you lost, right?”

“You don’t have to remember me, Akihiko-san, thank you very much.” He removed his bandmate over himself to look at you. “And I’m not a sportist.”

“How come not, Semi?” Takeshi retorted rhetorically, the smile on his face gave away his enjoyment in teasing him. “You had a sport scholarship in Shiratorizawa, you have to be at least great in volleyball!”

“Yeah…” Semi muttered lowly, lowering his gaze to the wooden floor of Akihiko’s apartment, clearly bothered by the turn the conversation took. “Choose the movie, I’ll make the popcorn.”

As he left the room, the other two guys exchanged looks, and you kind of deduced they went too far in this topic. To say you were curious about why him attending such a powerhouse school was delicate was an understatement, the urge to get up and follow him to the kitchen and shoot him questions was undeniable high - but you weren’t a senseless person.

Another part of Semi Eita’s personality presented itself to you, holding as many secrets as the façade he shows to everyone else does. You couldn’t help but think about how many experiences he went through to close himself like that, but more than that, you tried to imagine what kind of story Semi could tell through a song. That was the reason why you wanted so bad his participation in your project.

Semi Eita could tell a great story if he wanted to. And you would try your best to make it happen.

2008 (age of 14)

Your soulmate slowly dragged himself back home from school, body sore and longing for a long hot shower to relieve the stress of his muscles. Finals were taking a toll on him, especially when he was about to graduate middle school and needed to pave his way to good high schools. The sidewalk was slightly slippery due to the recent melted snow, droplets of water occasionally hitting his uniform’s pants near his ankles.

Soon enough, he found himself opening the front door, being welcomed by a warmer environment. The young boy removed his shoes and heavy coat, greeting tiredly his mother and sister, who were both in the kitchen making dinner. Your soulmate headed to his bedroom ready to throw himself on his bed, wishing the mattress could swallow him. However, as soon as he turned the lights on, a white envelope with a familiar purple logo on the table caught his attention.

His hands worked quickly in tearing the material apart, removing a single sheet from the inside. The euphoria already dominated his senses, eyes barely proceeding to read the name of the institution at the top of the paper - but he knew which one was. His eyes scanned the words, eagerly searching for what he was wishing to himself for the past few weeks.

“Mom!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, running out of his room to find her. “I made it! With a sports scholarship!”

“Oh my gosh, congratulations!” The woman cheered, drying her hands on her apron to involve her son in a tight embrace. His cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling, but the bursting sensation of pride in his chest made up for that.

I am good at something, after all. I made it to a huge school through my volleyball abilities.

I’m not replaceable.

Mid October, 2017 (current time, age of 23)

“What the heck happened to you?” The words left your mouth before you could even think after you entered the usual studio the band usually rehearses. Akihiko was seated behind his set of drums, scrolling aimlessly through his phone; and Takeshi finished setting up his bass on the amplifiers. But what surprised you the most was the cast on Semi’s left arm, holding it in a position he couldn’t stretch it.

“Hi, Y/n,” Semi waved cynically with his right hand, “I am fine, thank you for worrying about my well being.”

“We need your help.” Both Akihiko and Takeshi said.

“Why do I feel it’s related to the fact Semi broke his arm?” You questioned, glaring at the lead vocal suspiciously.

“The band has a presentation in a week and Semi can’t play the guitar for obvious reasons,” the bassist started approaching you, offering you a bright yellow pick - which you accepted, still not sure about the end of the conversation. “We’re lacking a guitarist, but Akihiko said you’re pretty good, right?”

“Uh… maybe?”

“What Takeshi is trying to say is,” Semi cut his bandmate, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “We need you to play the guitar as support for our next concert.”

It was unexpected, you thought with yourself, by the little you knew about Semi and his relation to music, you imagined he would ask any close friend of his that he trusted. Perhaps Akihiko mentioned you know how to play, he could have even shown him a few recordings you did in the college studio. Either way, hearing Semi inviting you was a surprise.

“Sure, I guess?” Your answer sounded more like a question, evidencing your state of confusion and unsureness. “Wouldn’t you guys want someone else, though?”

“No.” The ash blonde hair boy answered without hesitation, once again surprising you. “You’ll do it just fine.”

You quickly exchanged looks with Akihiko, in hopes to discover that it was a huge prank or even a childish comeback from Semi regarding your stubbornness of having his vocals on your project. However, the drummer nodded his head; his facial expression didn’t give any sign of mischievousness like it usually does.

Semi stopped in front of you, handing you his own guitar. The instrument felt foreigner in your grasp, as if a simple guitar held secrets and hidden feelings of its owner - and it might do. You felt oddly connected to the guy in front of you, the same one who denied every invite of yours to sing for a couple of minutes for an extracurricular project.

As your fingers strummed the strings, you noticed how perfectly tuned the guitar was and you were quickly to mentally facepalm yourself. It’s obvious Semi Eita would take such a good care of his guitar, the boy loved music after all. After adjusting the strap over your shoulder to fit your much smaller stature than the owner’s, you played a couple of chords to make the final adjustments on the amplifiers.

“So, tell me the setlist I need to work on.” The three men smiled gratefully at you - though Semi’s looked more like a grimace, but you understood. They proceeded to fill you up with plenty of songs and minor details you should be aware of about their style, rearragended chords.

The hours flew by while you were in the studio with the band, the four of you fell in a good synchronization - if an outsider saw the rehearsal, they would never guess you weren’t the main guitarist. Playing with them felt familiar, all your frequencies merged into one smoothly, even easily. You adapted yourself to Akihiko’s excitement and Takeshi’s quirks during his solos, but the easiest one to work with was Semi.

His style of singing fitted perfectly with your own strumming habits, even the occasional exchange of looks was easily understood between you two. He seems to be too arrogant on stage, pretending as if he was the best amaetur performer in college - but in a sense, Semi could think like this. The way he easily went with the flow with a new element in the studio, someone he has never seen playing before.

“Great job, guys!” Akihiko exclaimed, clapping his hands a couple of times. You put the yellow pick on the top of the amplifier and cracked your knuckles, feeling your fingers a little stiff from the almost two hours rehearsal. And you did well, Y/n, you even remembered all the chords!”

“Akihiko!” Your whine made both the drummer and the bassist laugh. “I can remember things, okay?”

“Then tell me why can’t you remember your soulmate’s memories?” He wiggled his eyebrows, daring you to answer him. When you didn’t reply, he snorted. “You can’t even defend yourself on that! Anyway, we rented the studio for another hour, but I have some business to solve at home. Feel free to stay until the end, okay? Thank you for the practice!”

“Thank you.” You smiled, sending off the drummer. While you quietly went through the songs you weren’t familiar in the setlist, Takeshi bid farewell to you and Semi - leaving you two alone. “If you wanna leave, just let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”

“You are good,” Semi complimented you, not answering your statement. “Akihiko-san wasn’t lying after all, you are indeed good.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” The studio was filled with rhythmical strums, following your favourite song of the list while you quietly hummed the lyrics. “I suppose Akihiko showed you a few things I did for the course.”

“Actually, he didn’t,” His response caught you off guard, your right hand stopping its motion in the middle of the song’s bridge. “And I suggested your name as support. I kind of wanted to see what’s up with you and music.”

“And what do you think, Semi?”

“Why do you want me to sing your song for the project?” He asked, ignoring your question completely. You arch your eyebrows in surprise, earning the same gesture - as if he was inciting you to answer him.

“I strongly believe that music has an unique power to deliver messages. It could be the lyrics, the instrumental or just the performance… everything has a meaning.” You stated, adjusting the guitar in your lap properly; eyes fixed on the man in front of you. “From my point of view, after watching you perform and how you interact with music, I imagined you have some deep feelings buried inside of you that could be delivered through a song. Somebody could relate to you and feel grateful for you expressing something they might couldn’t.”

“I’ll do it.” Semi said after a few seconds in silence, surprising you. When you looked at his face, a small smile adorned his features. You mirrored his expression, though yours were much larger in order to convey your happiness.

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lombredanslaeu · 5 years ago

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where the heaven are we? | j. jaehyun

plot: a trip back to jung jaehyun’s childhood home triggered his memory of you. a bottle of pills a friend gave years ago aided jaehyun in finding out what happened after he left - and if your fate was all his fault.

word count: 8k

genre: romance (fluff, angst), time travel-ish! au

warnings: drug use/abuse, addiction, implied smut (not too detailed), messy af writing lol

not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes

The house was cold and quiet. Surfaces were covered with a thin layer of dust as old memorabilias of Jaehyun’s parents remained as still as yesterday. After his father’s death, Jaehyun delayed selling the house as much as he could. But opportunities for money came and he found himself filling boxes. The movers were supposed to take all the boxes tomorrow. Jaehyun only has one room left to empty: his childhood bedroom.

Pictures of him and his college friends were plastered against the walls. The bed and pillows were rid of sheets as no one was using them anyway. Jaehyun decluttered before leaving home so there was not a lot of stuff to pack. A small shoe box sat inside the empty closet. The contents of the box triggered a wave of nostalgia all over him.

The box contained letters, photos, and small trinkets. It was as if someone put his college life into a small box. An orange, translucent cylinder caught Jaehyun’s eye. Beside the cylinder was a polaroid of you - smiling, full of life.

Jaehyun stared at his reflection. The image of the man he used to be was no longer found in the reflection staring back at him. Strands of grey found themselves in his hair. His youthful skin was starting to form wrinkles. There was a slight ache on the joints of his fingers. The sensation made him realized how old he actually is. He lived a long life. He went through the highs and the lows.

“Yes, son, I already recieved the email.” He spoke through the speaker of the phone.

“How was it, dad?” The young man asked.

“Good job, Jeno.” Jaehyun complimented. “I expect more of this work soon?”

“You got it.” Jeno replied.

“I’ll call you again tomorrow.”

“Okay. See you, dad.”

For a moment, he believed that he had done everything he needed to do in life. He had a loving wife and a smart son. The image of a perfect family hung above the staircase. That’s how life was for him; he was successful and adored. They say what matters most is what lies ahead. But Jaehyun couldn’t shrug off a memory of a girl from decades ago.

No portrait was big enough to overpower the small image of your smile. It reminded him of something that’s been unfixed for such a long time, he doesn’t know if there’s still a chance to resolve it.

Jaehyun felt weirdly tired. Perhaps it was the age talking but it was still weird since it was a Sunday and he did not have work. It was unusual for him to feel weary on a weekend. He yawned as he rest his body on the bed. His head spinned as if he was drunk. Before he could think of a thought, his eyes fluttered.

The scene was a regular day at university. Jaehyun crossed his eyebrows as he stared at his reflection in the campus restroom. His complexion was youthful - rose-colored flush spread across his cheeks. His hair was a soft shade of pink. The distant voice of Johnny Suh was heard behind a cubicle.

Where the fuck am I?

“Dude, I’m so fucking tired of taking care of your drunk asses at every party.” Johnny continued to complained. Jaehyun’s eyes widened at Johnny.

Johnny did not look like the Johnny he saw two days ago at the restuarant. The Johnny in front of him has black hair while the Johnny from two days ago had red.

“Do you even want to go to Taeyong’s party tonight?” Johnny asked. It took Jaehyun a few seconds to realize that he was being questioned. He muttered a small yes. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Didn’t sleep well last night.” Jaehyun made up the excuse. He has no idea why the hell is he reliving his college self. The thought both scared and intrigued him.

Jaehyun’s mind was still drifting as they walked across the building. His nerves tingled in his fingertips. It’s been years since he last walked the campus and yet it seemed like he was also here yesterday. His eyes lit up at the sight of his college friends, clumped up at a small bench near the field.

“I’m only going if Doyoung is going.” Johnny announced.

“I already told you, everyone is going.” Taeyong answered back.

“I better not be in charge of the fucking booze again.” Taeil complained.

“Haechan will forget half of the things I’ll tell him to buy.” Taeyong rebutted.

Jaehyun stayed quiet. It hasn’t sunk into him yet that he was indeed reliving the past. But why? Was it because of the box he discovered days ago?

This is so fucking weird.

It hasn’t occured to him yet why this is happening. He leaned back at the bench and stared at the clear sky. The chaotic chattering of his friends occupied his ears. He definitely felt young. The aging burden he’s been carrying lately was liften off his shoulders.

Jaehyun’s head started to be spin. He sat straight to stabilize the world around him. Running his hands across his hair, he attempted to speak to his chatting friends. None of them seemed to notice Jaehyun’s distress. It weirded him out that Sicheng was looking at him and talking as if Jaehyun was alright. Black dots appeared in his vision. He blinked rapidly as he glanced one more time among his friends who acted as if nothing was happening. He couldn’t explain the phenomenon. It was like he’s about to faint. Only a sound of static was heard as he closed his eyes - in an attempt to stop the world from turning.

After a few seconds, Jaehyun’s heard started to feel normal. Although, a different type of sound could be heard by his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at his feet. He was standing now. The color of the room was a mix of purple and red. Loud music bounced through the four walls of the room, accompanied by the shouting of people. He was at a party.

Jaehyun looked all around him. He recognized the place immediately. This was Taeyong’s house. Jaehyun felt drunk. It wasn’t the nauseating type of drunk. He felt good; he felt as if he was invincible. He only felt this way while he’s drinking with his friends. He only felt this way when he was with someone he couldn’t put a name into. Jaehyun approached Yuta who was on the couch, rolling a blunt.

“It’s weird to see Jung Jaehyun without a girl under his arm on a party.” Yuta commented. The thick smoke of the blunt covered his smirking face.

“I’m just as confused as you.” He replied.

“Have you seen the freshmen?” Yuta asked. “Boy, Johnny did not lie when he said they were hot.”

“I haven’t yet.” Jaehyun took a sip of his beer. “It’s hard to determine who’s a freshie and who’s not.”

“Taeyong made the freshmen wear a yellow bracelet.”

“Why?”

“So we know who to fuck with and who to not.”

Soon enough, Yuta became occupied with a girl who sat beside him. Before standing up to go somewhere, Yuta handed a small cylindrical container to Jaehyun. “Ten said to give this to you. He said to only take it when necessary.”

The orange, cylinder. The one he saw inside the shoe box in his bedroom. He straightened his back with his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He still wasn’t sure why the hell he’s in this timeline of his life. He was hoping he could know the answers tonight.

“Oops.” A small body collided with his strong one. The impact shook Jaehyun out of his reverie. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Jaehyun replied. “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?”

The girl look at his eyes. Jaehyun felt a heat rush to his ears and cheeks. He was thankful that the lights were dim or else the girl would have noticed his red ears.

“I don’t think so.” The girl replied. “I’m a trasnferee.”

“Really? From where?”

“I took my first year in Yonsei.”

“That’s quiet far from here.” Jaehyun added. “Oh, by the way, I’m Jaehyun.”

“I’m Y/N.” The girl replied, shaking his hand.

A minute ago, Jaehyun had no idea why all of a sudden, he was reliving his college life. Now, he knows why.

A ringing in his head made Jaehyun press his palms against his temples. He shook his head. It was happening again. A nauseating feeling erupted in Jaehyun’s stomach. With a fleeting second, the earth beneath him felt normal. He was almost scared to open his eyes. He was scared of what lies before him. With a gulp, he opened them.

“Come on, Y/N, back me up!” Johnny yelled at the graphic video game in front of him.

“Ugh! There’s so many orcs on my way!” You screamed back.

“Johnny, you’re supposed to heal us too.” Jaehyun complained. Why the hell did he know what to say and what to do in a video game he hasn’t played in decades? “Not just you!”

“Attack, attack, attack!” Johnny commanded.

A series of keyboard clicking erupted through the living room of Johnny’s house.

“Yes!” You all exclaimed as “victory” presented on the screen of your laptops.

“Damn, I’m beat.” You announced, leaning back on the couch.

“I wish we could stay this way forever.” Jaehyun spoke. “Just carefree nerds battling orcs.”

“Who said we’re nerds?” Johnny faked an offending face.

“Yeah, we’re just some college kids who decided to reward their hardwork with these childish games.” You replied.

“I’m proud of you and Johnny for winning the national debate.” Jaehyun said with a huge grin on his face.

“I’m glad I met you guys.” You said wholeheartedly. The men beside you sent gagging sounds over your cheesy sentiment. You playfully punched their arms as you prepared yourselves for another night of video games.

Jaehyun wasn’t supposed to take it but he needed to see you again. It has been a week since he rediscovered the pills Ten gave him. He didn’t know if this could affect his health. He didn’t even know if Ten is still alive. He didn’t know if the pills were legit, if they were expired, or if it was some bad drugs that Ten disguised as magic pills. All he knew was there has always been a hole in his soul. All because of you. For the past years of his life, he wondered what would have happened if things didn’t turn out the way they did.

Memories of you suddenly flooded his mind. The image of your soft hair hitting his face as you frolic through the field together. The warmth of your arms as you hug him out of the blue. Most importantly, he remembered your loyalty. It all came back to him now.

He really shouldn’t have done it but he could only do so much now that one of Ten’s pills was already sitting in his stomach.

His head felt light. The world around him seemed to double as he tried to shake out of it. His fingers felt rigid but his legs were wobbly. Swaying left and right, Jaehyun could hardly make it back to his room. He expected to collapse on to the cold tiles of his bathroom floor but a soft mattress welcomed him instead.

Pill #1

This time, the scenario was happening inside one of the campus libraries.

Wow. So Ten’s pills really do work.

Jaehyun felt selfish. He felt bad that he was running away from his current life to see you again. What else was he supposed to do? He was given the opportunity to fix an unsolved bridge in his past. He’s not letting this time slide.

“I hate this subject so much.” You complained. The table that you and Jaehyun shared was trashed with different variations of papers and pens.

“Come on, what is it about?” Jaehyun asked.

“Something about quarks and photons.” You groaned and rest your head on your palms.

“It’s not that bad. Look,” Jaehyun said. He took a scratch paper and a pen. “It says here that photons aren’t considered as a matter because they don’t have mass. Quarks, however, have mass.”

“Therefore, photons aren’t made up of quarks.” You concluded.

“See? It’s not that bad.” Jaehyun teased.

You glared at his smug face. He chuckled and looked at his phone. There was a message from Jungwoo.

Jungwoo Kim [4:45 pm]: wow lover boy’s on the move

Jaehyun [4:46 pm]: Wtf?

Jungwoo Kim [4:48 pm]: I know about your little crush on Y/N

Jungwoo Kim [4:48 pm]: DO NOT WORRY. ur secret is safe with me ;)

He shook his head at his friend. Jaehyun leaned back at his chair. His eyes remained on your slouching figure. Your brows furrowed as you tried to slow an equation. Your hair swayed in the wind caused by the large fan on the ceiling. Jaehyun hated what happened between the two of you. He was worried, however, about how far each pill could take him. He only had 4 remaining pills left. It boggled his mind how the pills could determine how far in the past it could take Jaehyun.

“You hungry?” Jaehyun asked all of the sudden.

You were taken aback. But it would be a lie to say that you didn’t find Jaehyun attractive. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure that how beautiful he is.

“Yeah.” You replied. “Getting quiet tired of all these studying.”

You fixed all your scattered belongings on the table. The sun was still out despite the time being late into the afternoon.

“It’s a Friday.” You announced. “Don’t you have any plans you should be preparing for right now?”

“The guys are taking it easy this weekend.” Jaehyun answered. “There’s a lot of exams coming up.”

“Wow, for such party people, you sure are responsible.”

“Hey, it’s not easy being a business management major.” Jaehyun’s response made you laugh. “What made you take up physics?”

“I like the universe.” You replied. “More than that, I like how there’s still so much left to be answered. What causes things to function they way they do? What happens inside a black hole? Can you get out? When will the universe reach its unevitable end and what happens after that?”

Jaehyun watched you as you rant on and on about why you chose to study that. He saw the gleam in your eyes as the skies washed your face with its golden light.

“I hope I can live long enough to know the answers.”

The last few words of your sentence bounced back and forth. The golden skies whirled and Jaehyun waited for it to happen again. As if bracing for impact, he held his head between his hands and closed his eyes.

“A little birdie told me that you have a little crush on someone.” You were wearing a yellow sun dress.

The meadow behind you was filled with flowers matching the color of your dress. The skirt of it flowed through the wind as you held your head to keep your hat from flying.

“What? What crush?” Jaehyun stuttered.

“Come on, Jaehyun, who’s the lucky girl?” You looked at him with doe eyes.

You.

“I’ll tell you once I ask her out.” Jaehyun replied.

“Ugh,” You groaned. “How about this: I tell you who my crush is and you tell me mine.”

“Deal.” Jaehyun wanted to slap himself for agreeing.

“I have a crush on Johnny.” You confessed.

Jaehyun felt a pang in his chest. You like Johnny. Of course, you would. Johnny is a sweet and smooth guy. He tried his best to hide his frown.

“Oh.” Jaehyun muttered. “Well, I like Mina.”

You smiled sweetly at him, clearly impressed with yourself that you got him to confess. You turned your back from him as you frolic in the field. Jaehyun could only watch your swaying figrue as you drift farther and farther away.

Jaehyun woke up in cold sweat. The shine was starting to shine through the windows. He groaned as he sat up in the bed. He glanced over the bedside table. There stood two photo frames - one of him and his wife and one of his son. The death of his wife was followed shortly by the death of his father. Jaehyun loved Adelaine. She was a woman of psychology - respected and adored by many. He lifts the frame and looked at their young and smiling faces. Jaehyun was happy. He lived a happy life, with a loving wife and a smart son. His smile soon fell as he remembered his dream last night.

“Tought night?” Kun slipped a cup of coffee on Jaehyun’s desk.

“Nah.” Jaehyun replied, getting the cup. “Just watched some movies until it was 3:00 pm.”

“Is this what living alone does to a man?”

“Shut it, Kun.” Jaehyun growled.

‘I’m just kidding.” Kun laughed. “Hey, you ready to meet the physicists this afternoon?”

Jaehyun could only swallow bitterly.

Your hopes and dreams lingered in Jaehyun’s mind. For the longest time, he believed that you, among many of his friends, were one of the reasons behind the darkest days of his life. He believed that the reason the universe made him rediscover the shoe box was to remind him of why he should think that way. Aside from your hopes, your laugh echoed through Jaehyun’s brain. All of a sudden, he felt guilty for having to experience the joys of life. He figured that if he became happy, you should be too.

Many reunions came along and he never found you in any of them. He would ask your mutual friends where you were - if you were still alive. They all answered the same thing: “I don’t know.” It was as if you never existed. A part of him wanted to believe that you were gone; probably to alleviate the guilt and pain. Besides, there’s no reason for you to ditch all reunions and disappear from the face of the earth. A bigger part of him believed that you just moved on with your life - whether still with vices and or without. He wanted to know what happened. He wished he gave his younger self a chance to turn and see you one last time.

He was definitely swallowing another pill tonight.

Pill #2

The pain felt fresh. In real time, it would have been 30 years since Jaehyun’s parents dropped the news about their divorce. Right now, the pain in Jaehyun’s chest was stinging. In real time, he would have forgotten the words his mother threw at his father. But right now, it still rings in his ears as if he just heard it an hour ago.

“I wish I could do something, bud.” Ten spoke silently beside him.

Jaehyun could only smile. The divorce was something Jaehyun carried with him throughout his whole life. He was afraid of failing at marriage, he was afraid of hurting his children.

“It’s okay, Ten.” Jaehyun replied.

“You know what,” Ten went to one of his drawers and pulled out a small, clear bag. “I’m not sure if you’re gonna agree, but I can assure you this takes away the pain.”

Jaehyun could only stare as Ten emptied a bag into the table. He took his school ID card to form the powder into a thin line. After rolling a piece of paper, he used it to connect the powder to his nostril. The scenario enticed Jaehyun. With the pain he was feeling right now, he wanted to feel something. Before he knows it, he was laying on his back with a burn in his left nostril.

Jaehyun’s mind felt hazy. It was as if he was seeing stars and flying amongst them. He no longer felt the ache of his parents’s divorce, he no longer remembers their arguing. It was as if the universe fell into place. He saw stars, he saw constellations, he saw galaxies. And most importantly, he saw you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A dazed Ten spoke beside him.

“Y/N.” Jaehyun replied.

He saw you beside him, under him, in front of him. He saw you laughing, smiling, frowning.

A female’s laughter entered the scene. Jaehyun’s vision blurred as the world began warping in front of him. Ten’s body was slowly disappearing from Jaehyun’s vision as he saw a wide, white light. The burn from the light caused Jaehyun to shut his eyes close. When everything felt stable again, he slowly opened them.

This was another scene. He remembers this time like the back of his hand. How he hated every memory of it for it was the start of your ruin. He looked over you as blood left his face.

You threw your head back, forcing the white powder to hit deeper in your system. You looked over a dazed but still beautiful Jaehyun. You laid down beside him.

“Did I do it right this time?” You asked him.

“Yeah.” Jaehyun answered.

You were only looking up at the beaten and growning ceiling. However, little specks of glitter appeared everywhere. The glimmer of the specks shined as they doubled in size and in quantity.

“Can you see that?” You inquired.

“What?” Jaehyun looked over at your amused side profile.

“The stars. I can see them.”

Jaehyun looked up once more at the ceiling. The brightest star was already shining beside him.

“I see it.” Jaehyun answered, still basking in your beauty.

Soon enough, you felt as if your body was floating. You felt as if you could touch the stars. You raised one hand up to touch one of the specks but it vanished at your touch.

“Where the heaven are we?” You spoke.

Jaehyun’s chest began to tighten. In the center of your made up universe emerged a black hole. Jaehyun leaned forward and let it take him.

“I don’t know.” You responded gingerly.

“Come on, Y/N.” Jaehyun insisted. “This would be last one for the week.”

It’s only Wednesday and yet you already wasted Jaehyun’s one week supply of drugs. Johnny shook his head besides him.

“Jae, maybe you should take a break for now.” Johnny suggested.

“But I need an extra boost to finish that history essay!” Jaehyun reasoned out.

His sentiment made you remember why you got an A+ on your essay about quantum mechanics. You remembered the feeling and suddenly, you were craving for it.

“This is the last one for the week, okay?” You said, igniting joy in Jaehyun.

Johnny looked over his friends. In a few years, he would beat himself for doing nothing. Right now, all he did was walk away.

Darkness was slowly introducing themselves in Jaehyun’s vision. It was a signal for another time wrap. Although his nerves went array, he still prayed that it would take him back to a time where you’re sober. The world stabilized itself but the image in front of Jaehyun punched him in the chest.

A bottle of vodka in one hand and a syringe in one. Your once plush cheeks was starting to hollow. The red tint of the lipstick your wore was struggling to hide the blue. You look miserable, but you felt happy. You looked over at Jaehyun - the beautiful man that is Jung Jaehyun.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your voice was coarse and deep, but it still had the sweetness to it.

Jaehyun looked over your features again. He felt miserable but all he did was smile.

“I like you a lot.” Jaehyun confessed. He does. He adored everything about you. In 30 years, Jaehyun could only remember so much yet he remembers everything about you.

“I like you too.” Your response made Jaehyun rise from his seat. The feeling of your lips against his was something he yearned for decades. And he felt it now.

Sparks exploded between you and Jaehyun.

“What took you so long to do that?” You asked.

“Never had the chance.” He replied.

All he did was blink. All Jaehyun did was sigh and blink. All of a sudden, the scenario changed before him.

“I want more! I fucking want more!” You exclaimed.

The bags under your eyes were darker than it was just seconds ago. Your hair was also shorter, falling just below your collar bones.

“Why are you just standing there? I fucking want more!” You screamed, thrashing around in a chair.

“I can’t give you more until you finish your essay.” Jaehyun warned.

“Fuck that essay!”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened. Just months ago, you were so passionate about physics. You could do an essay or answer an equation in a snap. Now, you couldn’t do anything.

Your mouth felt dry and your throat was coarse. There was a insatiable thirst that water can’t seem to fix. You held your head with your palm as you stare into your lap. This wasn’t you. Just seconds ago, you felt infinite. Now, you just felt empty. You needed more but the rational part of your brain screamed no. You wanted to feel something, to feel alive. That’s why the next thing Jaehyun knew, you were kissing him with all your might.

The force of your lips againts his gave Jaehyun the signal to lead you to the bedroom. It was beyond Jaehyun’s morals to fuck you while you’re high but he couldn’t find any other way to silence you. The soft mattress was soon adorned with scattered clothing and two lovers. Each sensation of Jaehyun inside you drove you to a frenzy, it gave you a feeling of bliss that you never felt before. You loved the stars, you love the galaxies. Tonight, you didn’t have to be an astronaut to see the universe unfold before you.

“I want to live with you forever.” You whispered against Jaehyun’s lips.

Jaehyun clinked his glass with Johnny. The dark whiskey swirled inside the glass as Jaehyun started at his aged reflection.

“Hey, Jae?” Johnny called out to him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you still remember Y/N?”

Johnny’s question made Jaehyun’s heartbeat race. The memories of his time exploration last night was enough to answer Johnny’s question. But Jaehyun refused to tell Johnny all about it. The older man would probably just conclude it as an “aging hallucination.”

“Yeah, I do. Why?”

“I still wonder what happened to her.” Johnny answered. “It was as if she vanished from everyone’s memory.”

“Me too.”

“Did you regret it?”

“What?” Jaehyun looked at Johnny, confused.

“Did you regret getting her into drugs?” Johnny said. There was a hint of sterness in his tone.

“What kind of question is that, John?” Jaehyun retorted.

“I’m just wondering.” Johnny took a sip of his whiskey before continuing. “If she hadn’t started drugs, who knows where she would be right now.”

“Are you blaming me?” Fury was starting to ignite within Jaehyun.

“I’m not?” Johnny asked. “But based on your reaction, I have a feeling you do regret what you did to her.”

Perhaps Johnny was right. The reason why Jaehyun still chooses to reminisce his days with you was because he blamed himself for what happened to you. But that’s not something he will admit, not even to his best friend.

Pill #3

This time it was different. Instead of Jaehyun living as the past Jaehyun, he couldn’t do anything but watch as his old self seat in front of the university dean - as if he was a bystander in his old life. He tried to catch the attention of the old Jaehyun, but it was as if he wasn’t even there.

“Do you know that this could get you kick out from the university?” The dean spoke with anger laced in his voice. “When did you even start?”

“5 months ago.” Jaehyun replied with a small voice.

“Look, I’m only giving you another chance because your father is a benefactor of this university.” The dean leaned in, emphasizing every word he said. “If I caught you slipping one more time, it’s over for your stay in the university.”

All Jaehyun did was watch the dean with furious eyes. He wanted to scream but he knew that he wouldn’t get anything good out of it. The dean’s warning went through one ear and out the other. He huffed before leaving the office. Anger rushed through every vein in his body.

Outside the office, you fiddled with your thumbs. The Johnny was beside you who busied himself by kicking rocks off the pavement. Your licked your extremely chapped lips. No amount of lip balm could smooth them away. It was starting to worry you; the whole fiasco of your life falling apart worried you. You wanted to quit, but you didn’t want to leave Jaehyun alone.

“How did it go?” You asked once you saw Jaehyun come out from the office.

“They’re giving me one last chance.” He replied. He took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb on the back of it. ��It’s gonna be fine.”

“Dude, this is getting worse.” Johnny said quietly. He was geniunely concerned for the welfare of his two friends.

“Johnny, if you have nothing else better to do than blame me,” Jaehyun cocked his head in bubbling anger. “Then just fucking go away.”

Johnny clenched his jaw at Jaehyun. He knew better than fighting with Jaehyun since it could lead to more trouble. He trudged his feet away from the two of you.

“He was only trying trying to help.” You said, carefully.

“So, you’re on his fucking side now?” It was you he was cocking his head at.

“No,” You defended. “Of course not. Look, let’s just go home.”

The walk back to his dorm was quiet. It wasn’t filled with deep talks and laughter as it used to. It was filled with anxiety and trembling fingers. The cold air of Jaehyun’s room greeted your frail body.

“Jaehyun,” You called out to him. “I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

“What?” he turned around to face you. “What do you mean? You don’t want to see me again?”

“No! I do want to see you again.” You replied. “It’s- We have to quit, Jaehyun.”

Tears were forming in your eyes as you whispered the last sentence. You fear that he wouldn’t understand. You wanted so bad to say that it was his pain that caused this.

“We’re hurting people, Jae.” You whispered. “We’re about to hurt ourselves.”

“You don’t understand, Y/N.” Jaehyun said. “You don’t understand anything.”

“Jaehyun, trust me, I’m trying to understand you.” Your voice was starting to shake. “But, this is ruining us.”

“No, we’re not quitting.” Jaehyun said firmly. “This isn’t ruining who we are. You said you felt happy. Did you lie?”

The response he got was your first sob. This was the first time you sobbed in front of Jaehyun. You were vigorously shaking your head, trying to get him on the same page as you.

“I’m failing my classes, Jaehyun.” You held back a sob. “I’m losing who I am. I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore.”

“You’re still the Y/N I love.”

“You did this to me!” You exclaimed, your voice accompanied with your cries. “You did this to me, Jaehyun. I can’t do this anymore.”

“And now what? You’re gonna leave me?” Jaehyun’s eyes was starting to water themselves. “Okay. Go on. Leave me.”

“Why do you keep on doing this to me?” You were running out of energy to fight.

“What?”

“Everytime I try to help you out of this, you just turn the game against me.”

“Why the hell is everyone portraying me as the bad guy here?” Jaehyun’s tone turned louder. “It’s not my fault my parents fucking divorced and it made me fucking messed up!”

“Jaehyun-” He cut you off.

“You will never understand anything, Y/N.”

“Why do you act as if you’re the only one with all the problems here?” You tried to match the angry tone of Jaehyun, even though it was scratching your throat. “Do you even remember that you were the one who get me into drugs?”

“It’s not my fucking fault you were too much of a coward to resist, Y/N.”

His sentence broke you. All of the patience and the temper you held for him - in understandin him - vanished in a snap. Tears were falling like thunderstorms on your cheeks. Slamming the door behind you, you walked far away from Jaehyun’s dorm.

Watching from a safe distance, the present Jaehyun remembered this scene all too well. The betrayal he felt in his heart. He wanted so bad to run and get in between you and the old him. He wanted so bad to tell you that he was willing to quit.

With present Jaehyun watching you from a far, he saw that you bumped into Johnny near the campus.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Johnny held your wrists. “What the fuck happened?”

All you did was cry on his chest. Johnny tightened his grip around you as he let the front of his shirt be soaked with your angry tears. Jaehyun watched - his admiration for his best friend only blossomed. Somehow, he wished that it was Johnny you fell in love with.

“Will things ever be okay for us?” You whispered.

“It will.” Johnny answered. “I promise you, it will.”

He was willing to do lose his happiness for you. All he could do, however, was wish it was what the old him was thinking.

Pill #4

Just like the last time, Jaehyun could only watch. He could only watch as you tossed and turn in your bed, sobbing your eyes from the pain. Jaehyun wished you were crying because of him, but he’s entirely certain you weren’t.

You wish you listened to Johnny. The amount of times he held you and Jaehyun from returning to drugs. You felt magical, that was your argument. All your life, you wanted to feel something.

You laid in your bed, it was the only thing you could do for now. Your spine felt like it could snap into two whenever you attemp to sit or stand up. There was a crawling feeling behind your face and you wanted so bad to peel your face and scratch it off.

“Make it stop, oh my god, make it stop!”

All you could do was cry. Your whole body was in pain, it was burning, aching, pounding all the same time. Your tongue swirled around your mouth to find something moist. You pressed your fingertips on your cheeks again as the crawling sensation was getting worse. You were restless but all you wanted was to sleep. The pounding in your head worsened each breath you take.

All you did was cry. And all Jaehyun could do was watch in pain. You screamed and screamed, hoping someone outside your door would hear you. Two girls came bursting through your room door as they scurried to call 911.

“Oh my god, Y/N, what happened?” A girl who Jaehyun remembered as Nayeon asked you in panic.

“Kill me! Oh god, kill me!” You pleaded, your voice scratching.

A boy came and carried your heaving body outside the door.

This was a scene Jaehyun never saw. It was as if the pills was nothing more than just a punishment for abandoning you. He cursed at himself for ever thinking that he could save you.

There was a stabbing pain through Jaehyun’s chest. The area where his forearm meets his wrist had a piercing sensation. The world was closing in on Jaehyun’s body. And he let it.

Jaehyun knew what happens next. 30 years ago, he was admitted to the hospital for overdosing on drugs. He knew that you were staying on the floor beneath his. Yet, he did nothing. He didn’t check up on you, he didn’t contact your parents to find out if you were even alive or responding. Jaehyun had many regrets in his life, but he could never find one regret that he resents more than that one.

“Hey,” Jaehyun slowly entered Johnny’s office.

“Hey.” Johnny responded. The argument from last night was still lingering between the two man.

“Look, Johnny, I’m sorry.” Jaehyun started. “It’s just that what happened during that time in college was really hard to me.”

“I know, Jaehyun.” Johnny said. “I’m sorry I even brough Y/N up.”

“I appreciate your concern for me, John.” Jaehyun reassured. “It’s not your fault I couldn’t own up to my mistakes.”

“I just miss her, you know?” Johnny stared at the whiskey in front of him. “I wish she was here celebrating accomplishments with us.”

“I miss her too, buddy.” Jaehyun whispered. “It hurts not knowing where she is or if she’s even alive right now.”

“I remember going to arcades and flower field with her.”

Jaehyun could only nod and smile at his best friend. What happened back in college was something sensitive even between close friends. Jaehyun only stayed friends with a few people from college.

“I feel like we need let the memory of Y/N go.” Jaehyun spoke again, breaking into a sincere smile. “I don’t know if we’ll ever see her again but all I could do right now is pray that she’s happy and well.”

“You really think we can’t see her again?” Johnny’s demeanor showed remorse.

“I don’t think she’ll want to see me again, anyway.” He replied.

Pill #5

The eerie sound of a machine beeping filled Jaehyun’s ears. The first thing he saw as he opened his eyes was the horizontal lines of light in the ceiling. He squinted before looking around the room. A doctor clad in a white coat was besides the hospital bed.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Jung?” The doctor asked, shifting his eyes from Jaehyun and back to his clipboard.

“Uhm, I’m thirsty.” Jaehyun spoke. “And a bit groggy.”

“I’ll run a few test first before I could speak on your condition.” The doctor said. “For now, I’ll have someone come up with water. Please rest now.”

Jaehyun nodded. He laid his head back into the pillow, squinting his eyes from the light. Before the doctor could leave, he turned around and said, “This is your last chance, Mr. Jung.”

Jaehyun remained stagnant over the doctor’s sentence. Last chance at living? He knew that. He knew that he overdose and if he did it again, it would cost him his life. The doctor’s last words remained in his mind. He wasn’t sure if he remembers that happening years ago.

“Hey, buddy.” Johnny entered the room slowly.

“Hey.” Jaehyun’s eye lit up at the sight of his friend.

“How are you?” The look on Johnny’s face wasn’t something Jaehyun expected. A blurred red rim around his eyeballs and his eyelids looked swollen.

“Have you been crying?”

“Of course I am! I just received a message that you overdosed! What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“I’m sorry for lashing out the last time.”

“It’s alright.” Johnny said. “I’d rather have you mad at me than you dead.”

“You’re the best, Johnny.” Jaehyun chuckled.

“Y/N is just under this floor.” Johnny said out of the blue. “Do you want to visit her?”

“No.” The answer was automatic - as if Jaehyun didn’t have to think before muttering an answer.

“I’m guessing things didn’t end well between the two of you?”

“It’s for the best.” Jaehyun revealed.

“Why the hell do you not want to visit her downstairs?”

I saw her suffer.

“I don’t know.” Jaehyun sighed. “I promise I’ll talk to her once I’m out of here.”

Jaehyun felt his eyelids became heavy. He laid back as the world spinned around him one last time.

Jaehyun was walking. A second ago, he remembered falling asleep in the hospital bed. The next thing he knew, he was with father, walking towards the exit of the hospital. As he walk through the hallways, he passed by the room you were assigned to. A doctor pushed her way into the door of the room. The gap made by her action gave Jaehyun a small glimpse of what was inside. Tubes and machines were attached your face. The brief glimpse failed to give Jaehyun a look if you were awake.

He turned away. Y/N wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me.

Each step he took reminded him of something you said.

“I like the universe.” Step.

“I like you too.” Step.

“I want to live with you forever.” Step.

“Make it stop!” Step.

“Where the heaven are we?” Step.

Jaehyun glanced back at the hospital gate. His breathing deep but steady. The cold, winter breeze pushed back against his rigid body as he stared into the clear doors of the hospital. It was a battle; his legs telling him to run through the gates but his mind didn’t cooperate. A rational part of his brain told him to go back but he did the opposite, pivoting towards the parking lot where his dad was headed.

Jaehyun’s heart tightened, his eyes threatening to let the tears go. Finally, he realized why the hell he was reliving the past. All his life he wanted to know what happened to you. Now, here he is - outside the same hospital he last heard you were in. He was a few steps away from the answers. A summer image of you with the brightest smile flashed before him. He wanted to go back. His vision was starting to go black. With rapid breaths, he turned around. The black dots where getting larger but he fough through it. He blinked and swing his head, hoping it could stop the world was falling in front of him.

As he was about to push the gates open, the world turned dark.

Jaehyun couldn’t believe it. He had one shot of finding out and yet he screwed it up. He let out a painful groan on his pillow. He scurried back to the bathroom and messily searched for the orange cylinder.

Empty.

The chances were out.

“Fuck!” He gripped the roots of his hair in frustration.

Jaehyun leaned on the sink and took deep breathes. The pain was dormant for the longest time now, and then suddenly it erupted like hot lava. It burned all corners of his heart - even corners that belonged to Adelaine.

Jaehyun could only weep, as the aching hole in his heart stinged worse than before.

The river reflected the tall buildings of the city. A pink hue was starting to paint all over the wide skies. There is a great big world out there. He sighed as he reminisced his life. The laughter, the tears, the heartbreak - every single bit of what happened molded Jaehyun into the man that he is now. A man that new more than solving problems with bigger problems. It wasn’t easy cutting strings with stuff that made you feel limitless. But this is the real life - you are finite. No amount of liquor or grams of drugs could ever change that. There are definitely areas in Jaehyun’s life that he wished he could change. However, that would mean he never grew as a person. If Jaehyun could bring back one last thing before he returns to dust, it would be a chance to see you again. The age old question of where you are now was still unanswered. Some hoped you were alive, some decided to close that chapter of their lives completely. Jaehyun hovered the pen over the blank piece of paper.

Dear Y/N,

How are you? I hope life made you well. This is Jung Jaehyun. Do you remember the time you told me about why you decided to study physics? I hope you’re on your quest towards the answers to your questions. I am more than happy that the magnetic force of the earth helped me meet you. It’s not gonna be long until one of our bodies combust into nothing but stardust. And until then, I am eager to meet you again.

You met me at a happy point in my life. I was a promising student with a clear record. You were there during my peak and you were there when I collapsed. You know what? I don’t think I was happy I ever met you. If I didn’t know you, you wouldn’t have collapsed with me. Who knows where you would be if the addiction never happened. When you asked me if things were ever going to be okay for the both of us, I wish I never said yes. I wish I never promised you that things will get better because I am living in constant guilt that it only happened to me. Where are you now, Y/N?

I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to die before I turn 30. I joked about how I don’t have to worry about wrinkles because I really didn’t think I was gonna live beyond 25. But, the moment you told me you wanted to live with me forever - it made me think twice. You said you wanted to live with me forever - I don’t care if we’re lovers or friends - then, where are you now, Y/N?

Johnny, Taeyong, and Jungwoo misses you a lot. Why didn’t you come to the reunions? Did I hurt you that much? You should have come for them anyway. Johnny and Jungwoo still lives in the city. If you’d like, you can always visit them.

For all the things I’ve done, Y/N, I am so sorry. If I could turn back time once more, I would have done anything. In our next life, can you promise me that you’ll find me and tell me it’s alright? There’s still so much questions I cannot answer. My heart will always yearn for you.

What the hell happened to you? Where the heaven are you, Y/N?

Love, Jaehyun.

a/n: was this too messy??? anyway, feedback is always appreciated. if there are any plotholes or mistakes, pls let me know. i wrote this at the crack of dawn so. i hurt my wrist writing this fucking story lol i hope u liked it

#jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun au #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct au #nct angst #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun angst #nct scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #nct jaehyun x reader

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callmethehunter · 4 years ago

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New Chapter of Maggie and Robert ! It’s pretty long, but I hope it keeps your attention. I promise to make the other ones shorter. ..Your reward? A surprise ending and lots of NSFW.😉 I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💖Check out my master post (which I didn’t know how to make- lol) It has the previous chapters .

Here’s a quick Recap of the end of Chapter 5: What was that obnoxious pounding noise? An incessant banging that pulled her out of her heavenly dream with a jolt. She found herself still on the balcony, laying on the chaise lounge where she now realized she had fallen asleep. Robert’s kiss had felt so real… More loud knocking and curse words from the other side of the front door, which she had inadvertently locked after letting Kathy out.

“What the fuck, Maggie? ” Steve shouted, punctuating each word with a bang on the door.”Open the door!” Bang Bang Bang.

And with that, the last vestiges of her dream disappeared like a misty fog that hovers over a darkened ocean. She sighed, disappointed by her reality. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walked wearily to open the door. Maggie opened the door to let Steve in. —————————————————————–

New: Chapter 6 Double Trouble

I told you not to be locking the front door.” Steve brushed past her carrying a large grocery bag. She caught a glimpse of plastic bags inside and knew that he had re-upped in preparation for the show. His people would be in search of some good party favors and he meant to provide them. At a nice profit for himself, of course. Having them rely on him to get high made him feel he held the power.

Maggie tried to tune Steve out as he recounted how he’d taken the boat from the Bahia Mar marina while Carlos stood by helpless to stop him. The way he told it you would have thought he was part of an elite commando unit.

“Man, it was like taking candy from a baby…I mean I had to slap him a couple times so he’d give me the deed and key”, he boasted. “He threatened to call the cops, what an idiot! but you know what? Even at the end he was still pleading with me, telling me all kinds of sob stories… like I care, ” Steve said.

Maggie felt uneasy as she pictured the scene. In an effort to change the subject and lighten the mood, she asked “Did you find all the boat supplies you were looking for?

“Yea,” he said without elaborating. He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and sauntered over to her, taking a long swig and peering at her over the bottle. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

Oh, here we go, she thought. He walked over to where she was standing and gave her ass a firm slap. Maggie cringed inwardly, feeling no attraction but annoyance. Making love to Steve seemed repulsive to her, especially after her pleasant dream of Robert was so rudely interrupted while in mid-kiss. She started toward the bathroom and said “Hey let’s save it for the boat…it’s already 6 o’clock and I’ve got to shower and get ready to go… and so do you.”

But Steve was not easily diverted and he came up behind her, encircled her waist and pulled her back so that her ass and his crotch were in contact. Maggie reached for his hands at her waist and twirled around. She gave him a playful look, “Steve, really… we don’t have much time. Let’s wait to christen the boat the right way”.

“Whatever, Maggie…It’s like I gotta beg you to let me touch you these days”. He grumbled as he went to sit on the couch to nurse both his beer and his ego. “Fuck all that…” he continued.

She tuned Steve out; she was existing minute by minute until she could lay eyes on Robert; somehow get him to give her a second chance. If only she had just gone to the hotel with him instead of caring about getting home that night! Why had she told him about Steve? She could kick herself for that. Doubts came flooding into her mind. What if he didn’t even give her the time of day? There were bound to be girls all over him and eager to bed him… Oh no, don’t think like that, she told herself. Positive thoughts Maggie, positive thoughts.

She jumped in the shower filled with anticipation, realizing excitedly that every minute that ticked by was another minute closer to Robert. Her heart skipped a beat. She was already a bundle of nerves.

Steve gave her the silent treatment as he got ready. He weighed the weed, separated it and placed it in baggies of different sizes so as to have the right amount readily available to slip to his customers. He cut up the sheets of acid into squares and shoved those into cellophane wrap in his leather pouch. While Steve tended to his business,

Maggie applied a little make-upto accentuate her amber eyes and lush lashes. She put gloss to her full lips and blush on her high cheekbones, which were a testimony to her heritage that spanned all the way back to the Taino Indians. The off-white mini-dress hugged her curves and the high platform sandals elongated her tanned legs. Even she could see her exotic beauty reflected as she gazed into the mirror. She smoothed her dress with her hands, took one last look and thought, Well, here it goes.

Soon they were in the Camaro headed toward the boat which Steve had already docked at the back of Tugboat Annies after leaving Carlos. He had chosen a corner spot, so as to minimize the number of prying eyes as he served his customers.

As they entered the venue, her eyes quickly scanned the crowd for any sign of Robert. The place was popular with the locals and she spotted several of Steve’s friends and customers. Good!, she thought, the more people around Steve, the better her chances to be free from his scrutiny.

Every table in the front area was taken, and there were only a few seats left at the L-shaped bar. As they got closer to the outside patio, it was standing room only. There were tall cocktail tables interspersed and she was able to claim a spot next to one. Steve followed her, carrying two drinks and handed her one. Close behind him came Kathy who had just arrived. She looked amazing in her halter top and jeans.

“Hey you two! Hows’ it going?”, Kathy asked as she reached them. Steve looked her from top to bottom, his gaze came to rest on her chest for a second too long. That little shit, she thought, and right in front of Maggie, too. He was such a prick.

Steve’s lecherous perusal of Kathy did not go unnoticed. Not only had it been blatant, it was also not the first time he had checked other women out with Maggie present. Maggie didn’t feel any jealousy. She simply rolled her eyes and motioned for Kathy to come over by her side.

“So where is this Robert person? Have you seen him yet?” Kathy whispered excitedly to Maggie.They both looked toward the small stage set up among the palm trees and the lush tropical plants that grew close to the docks. The small decorative lights and candles made the space festive. Suddenly, Maggie’s heart actually skipped a beat as she noticed Robert checking on the mic and laughing with a burly dark haired guy who was tinkering with the drums.

She was riveted, unable to move as she took him in… Roberts muscular torso was encased in a flowing fabric, a woman’s blouse it was…her eyes traveled south more slowly, relishing the skin-tight, red and white striped pants that could barely contain his bulge. The vertical lines somehow seemed to converge and draw even more attention to his crotch. By God, she could make out the outline of his cock and the roundness of his balls as clear as day. His virility was in full display, a feast for the eyes. And her body was hungry for it. Her breath caught in her throat and she exhaled sharply, her eyes eager to continue their journey down the musculature of his thighs…those strong legs had held them both up as they made love the night they met.

“Kathy!, there he is”, she cocked her head “he’s at the mic talking with the drummer!”.

Kathy’s jaw dropped as her eyes traveled the same route as Maggie’s…and she said under her breath “Oh my God, he’s…gorgeous…!”

The lights on the stage and the patio dimmed, signaling the concert was about to start. Steve leaned in to say “Come on, Maggie, let’s go to the boat… there’s people waiting on me. Gotta make some cash’ he winked at her, “and bring Kathy with ya”.

Maggie smiled and said, “Yea, sure, let me get another drink and use the bathroom, we’lll be over soon”. He’d forget all about it and lose track of time once he started showing off the boat and shooting the shit with his so-called friends.

Maggie grabbed Kathy by the arm as they made their way through the crowd. They claimed a spot near the stage, dead center. She hoped to make eye contact, to make sure he knew she was there. Her mind conjured up scenarios for later…

Soon after, Robert came out from the side of the stage to stand in the limelight. He shone with an inner light, or so it seemed. They started the set with the song he’d sang to her on the beach. Occasionally, he threw his head back, caressing the mic as if it were his lover. She couldnt’ help but stare at his ample bulge, clearly outlined through the striped fabric. He thrashed around, stretching the mic cord taut in front of him, moving his hips and arching his back. The better to accentuate his considerable endowment. How she ached to have him in her hands and then her mouth…but first things first. She must find a way to connect with him.

Halfway through first set, Robert looked out into the audience and saw a familiar face. It was Maggie, that beautiful gem of a girl that he had met on the beach. How could he forget the luscious love they made? And how could he forget that she’d turned down his invitation to go back to his hotel? Now, she was staring at him and swaying to the rhythm.

As they locked eyes, Maggie felt a flutter in her stomach and a tightness in her chest…her cheeks felt warm. She was blushing. As she listened to Robert’s voice amplified through the speakers, she happened to catch sight of Steve laughing with someone.

The passion in Robert’s voice reverberated to her core. Steve had become a faint and distant speck in the horizon of her mind, totally inconsequential. She felt no allegiance to him or to his mean spirit. She wanted nothing more than to be back in Robert’s arms, sheltered in his warm embrace.

During the intermission, Robert went down to the side bar. The cold beer he washed down soothed and seemed to lubricate his vocal chords. A pack of girls descended upon him, each girl competing for his attention. And he bantered with them, laughing and being his usual flirtatious self. But in truth, he was distracted, his eyes searching for Maggie. Robert located her.

Her dark hair was set off magnificently by the off-white dress that hugged her every curve. As he watched her he imagined his hands around that small waist, bending her over while he entered from behind. He had to have her.. he would have her. Tonight.

Robert gracefully extracted himself from the group of girls and walked towards Maggie. As he got closer, he motioned for her to follow him as he headed towards the back of the venue, where the bathrooms were located. Maggie trailed close behind.

One of the single bathrooms was vacant and Robert stood by the door, waiting for Maggie. He reached for her hand and led her inside, quickly locking the door behind him, He was the hunter and she was his prey, albeit a willing one.

“I didn’t think you’d come… but I’m so glad you did, Maggie.” his blue eyes were stormy with desire as he pinned her against the sink kissing her mouth, feeling her up. His movements were fast and furious.

Maggie caught sight of his obvious excitement which was made even more evident when he pressed himself against her. His large hands held the back of her head, pulling her to his lips and caressing her hair. His touch ignited a fire within her as he slid his hands down her back so as to lift the hem of her mini-dress.

“You wore this dress just for me didn’t you?” He asked with a smirk, as he kneaded her ass with both hands and ground his hips into hers.“You know it baby… for easy access” she replied.

She felt his rigid length through the thin striped fabric. Her hands reached down to cup his balls, giving them a good squeeze…massaging his cock and quickly working the zipper, to reveal her magic prize. Maggie felt herself getting wet as she admired him, half naked in front of her. They groped each other urgently. He kissed her hard, while at the same time he pushed the lace of her panties to the side and glided two fingers into her wet core. In and out, then rubbing her folds.

“You are so ready” he said huskily, as he quickly twirled her around so she was facing the mirror.

He bent her over the vanity, her breasts rubbing against the hard, cold marble, she saw the scene reflected in the mirror. Robert was standing behind her, still clothed in the silky blouse, but completely naked from the waist down, one hand pushing down on the small of her back, and the other guiding his thick cock to her entrance…she felt the hot tip of his manhood plunge into her, filling her to capacity in one deep thrust. Her eyes flew open from the sensation as he let out a moan.

She would forever remember the vision of Robert behind her, thrusting, grinding his hips, his stomach tensing, and his hands wrapped firmly around her waist. He guided her up and down his rigid length.They picked up the pace, fast and furious, his balls slapping against her ass as he thrust all 10 inches into her.

“Give it to me” she gasped. She felt as if she was climbing on a rollercoaster, higher and higher until suddenly there was an intense, exhilarating release; wave after wave of ecstasy.

Maggie was so tight and his girth was enveloped by her warm walls. “It’s so good, dariling, so good… I’m gonna… “ he groaned and plunged deeper and harder -creating an immense heat. He knew he was right behind her as he felt her contract. This pushed him over the precipice. He moaned and thrust one last time as his essence filled her. His legs shook.

She saw him in the mirror, eyes half closed in pleasure as he bent over and laid his chest on her back. Spent. He swept her hair away from the nape of her neck so as trail soft kisses.. He was draped over her, his soft, golden curls tickling her back…and she liked – a lot.

At that exact moment, a nondescript van sat parked outside Tugboat Annie’s. Two undercover cops had their binoculars trained on the vessel emblazoned on the back with the name “Double Trouble. They watched a stream of people coming in and out. Someone was brazen enough (or stupid enough) to take out a bag of marijuana and roll a joint right out in the open. Carlos, their informant, had been right, there was definitely dealing going on here. They readied themselves to go inside and take a closer look.

#Chapter 6 #maggie and robert #hoped you enjoyed it #master post has previous chapters

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cafedanslanuit · 5 years ago

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MC is a handywoman and can fix everything || RFA + V + Saeran headcanons

I can’t express how MUCH FUN I had writing these. My grandpa would always tell me I needed to learn how to fix things because I needed to learn to be independent. So, some of these are actual experiences I had lol My exes were always so surprised when something broke down and I was like “*puts tool box down* ok, move over, let me handle this”

Yoosung

Yoosung is in the middle of a LOLOL battle when suddenly the lights go out

He groans and goes outside his apartment with you to see if it has something to do with his apartment or with the whole building

It’s just his apartment

“Come with me downstairs?” you ask. He nods but starts complaining it’s the middle of the night and no one is going to come yo fix the problem and now he’s going to lose that battle.

You reach the first floor and you guide him towards a backroom, which has the electrical box you’ve been looking for. Thankfully, the key is still on, so you open it

Yoosung screeches

“MC NO STOP”

“Baby, it’s okay. I just want to see what the problem is”

Yoosung is so confused because it’s just a lot of wires and switched that don’t seem to make much sense, but you stare and them in silence. Finally, you softly turn on one switch and smile to yourself.

“I think that’s it. Lets see”

You return to Yoosung’s apartment and the light is back on.

“I think it’s because we had too many things plugged in. Shouldn’t happen again” you say, non-chalantly as you shrug.

You’re his new favourite magician

Zen

He’s the one that will be like: “Don’t worry, I’ll do it!” but actually knows that to do. He’s been living on his own for most of his life, he knows the basics.

One day, he comes home and finds you changing a lightbulb and he’s lie “No, babe, let me do it, I don’t want you falling down”.

But another day, he finds you half your body down the sink and is taken aback. You explain it was leaking so you decided to give it a try.

“But why didn’t you wait for me? I could have helped you, I don’t want you to feel you have to fix things around here, I just want you to relax and be happy”. He then proceeds to take off his shirt, to avoid stains. “C’mon, I’ll do it”.

“And… done!” you say and come back to a sitting position only to find your boyfriend shirtless in front of you.

“You actually fixed it?” he asked. You nod and then shrug, your cheeks a bit pink. You’ve been together for some time now but you still find yourself blushing whenever you see Zen’s bare chest.

“Well, since you’ve already taking off your shirt” you say with a coy smile. Zen smirks and helps you stand up to kiss you.

Jaehee

You think she’d know how to fix anything around the house since she’s been on her own as well

But truth is, she doesn’t usually have time to do that, so she calls someone to fix things around her apartment

One day, the fan stops working on a really hot summer night. It’s 1 am, Jaehee still has a lot to do

So you tell her not to worry, grab your tool box and start working. After half an hour, it’s up and running again

She’s thankful and makes sure to leave a nice breakfast for you before she goes to work the next morning

You two are the dream team

Jumin

Jumin is not the one to swear. You’ve heard him do that just two or three times and it was when things were serious. So, when you heard “Shit!” and a loud, annoyed sigh you come quickly to the living room where he’s looking angrily at his laptop.

You looked at him arching an eyebrow and he explains his laptop suddenly shut off in the middle of a online meeting. It won’t turn on no matter what he does.

“May I?” you ask, grabbing his laptop. He waves it off. You look at it, pressing some buttons that seem to do nothing. The you put your hands under it and smile. You return the laptop to Jumin and go running to your bedroom, while your husband looks at you.

You return with a medium sized box and place it on the floor. You open it and Jumin can see a lot of different sized tools. Since when do you have this and why haven’t he seen it before?

You look at him and smile. “I still hadn’t unpacked this” you explain with a small giggle, while you take a really small screwdriver and turn around Jumin’s laptop. “So… uhm, may I try to fix it? I mean, there’s no technician available at this hour, I may as well try”.

Jumin nods and you start.

A few minutes after that, Jumin’s laptop in completely open and you’re inspecting the insides under Jumin’s amazed look, while he’s having a glass of wine. You grab a round metal piece and open it. Inside it, Jumin can see a big ball of white fur. Elizabeth the 3rd’s fur.

You grab it it and show it to him. “They were stuck in the ventilator. That’s why it was so warm. Let me put this back together and you can continue working”

Jumin doesn’t really understand the joy behind fixing things, since he’s used to having someone fix them for him. But seeing how happy it makes you, it’s his new favourite thing.

Saeyoung

He’s a fixer too and this time you can’t one-up him, I’m sorry

But he’s still pleasantly surprised when he discovers you can fix things around the house

He almost melted when he saw you had a tool box and looked into it, liking you knew your way into things

He thought it was cute until one day he couldn’t find you

He called you, thinking you maybe had gone to the market, but you weren’t answering

Saeyoung was Officially Panicking™

Until he heard your voice

“Babyyyyyy, can you bring me a beer?~”

“… god?”

“Where are you!?”

“On the roof!”

Saeyoung startles outside the house and finds you sitting on the roof with a big smile and your toolbox next to you

“Hey!” you wave.

“What are you doing up there? Are you safe? You need to come down?”

“No, but I could really use a beer. There was a small leak but I’m almost done” you explained, laughing at your boyfriend’s shocked expression

Will definitely teach you more about fixing computers. He has tons of laptops and CPU’s that went bad so you can practice on them.

If you fix them, you’ll get a reward!~

At first you think it’s probably a bad of Honey Buddah chips but it seems Saeyoung has a nice and modern way of rewarding you ;)

This boy is… just is so pure. I can’t picture him getting his hands dirty

He’s also used to calling a handyman

One day, he trips and accidentally breaks one of his studio lights and a boom arm

He’s about to throw them to the trash but you ask him to please let you give them a ry

So you sit on the floor for a couple hours, trying to figure out a way to repair them

And you do!~

V is amazed at this ability

Will prepare you your favourite tea as a way of saying thank you

Saeran

Obviously he knows how to fix things as well

He’s way more patient than Saeyoung to teach you how to fix things around the house

Also, his new favourite hobby is to see you peacefully try and repair one of his old laptops or any artifact around the house

You usually put your headphones on so you work in silence, sometimes moving your lips along the music

He loves that

Once, you need to repair the sink, so you change clothes to an old white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. You put your hair in a high ponytail and start working

He blushes because he’s never seen you looking so hot

And you notice it. Maybe he could use a little teasing after you’re done fixing the sink

You’ll definitely bend down more times than you need to just to see his reaction

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger hc #mysme #mysme hcs #jumin han #hyun ryu #mysme zen #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mysme v

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marciaownsmylife · 5 years ago

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purly hc - “what could go wrong”

curly sneaks ponyboy out to a concert that he is not supposed to be at

•ponyboy is stupid in love exhibit A

•the entire town was buzzing for spring break because there was a rock concert being held at the drive-in

•concerts didn’t happen often in tulsa and when they did they were usually some boring old people music the parents went to

•so just about every teen in tulsa had a ticket or knew someone or was gonna sneak in

•except ya boi ponyboy

•darry said no, and ponyboy begged for weeks and weeks but darry was not budging in the slightest

•soda was going tho, but he didn’t have school and he could pay for his own ticket

•practically everyone in the gang was going, except for darry and ponyboy

•pony was so upset over this, he had been sulking anytime anyone mentioned it, and it’s all everyone talked about, so that was a lot

•even dallas has gotten johnny a ticket, darry wasn’t too keen on that but it wasn’t his place to judge

•curly however was not only certain that he was going, this bitch had a whole ass plan to get on the stage

•and pony was apart of this plan

•so it came quite a shock to him when he tried to explain what pony had to do, that ponyboy told him he wasn’t going

•”what tf do u mean you’re not going?! how am i supposed to become tulsa’s next rockstar if ur not there????”

•pony was already in a bad mood because of the concert being mentioned so he wasn’t humouring curlys jokes (curly was dead serious tho, we been knew)

•but curly always got his way so he decided that he would just have to do a little more thinking than he was used to

•which was any sort of thinking in the first place

•curly suggested to pony that he’d just sneak out

•pony pointed out that he still didn’t have a ticket

•”leave that part to me, baby curtis, all you gotta do is be at your window”

•and so it was settled ponyboy was going

•but he made curly promise not to get on stage because if ponyboy was going he had to be careful not to run into any of the gang,

•darry had personally told them that there would be a cash reward for anyone who snitched on ponyboy, and this wasn’t just for the concert this was in general

•most of the gang didn’t really snitch that often but they all knew that the cash would be high if pony was caught at the concert

•curly was fine with it, as long as he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing, whether that be sneaking pony out or getting up on stage, he was cool

•the night of the concert came and pony had gotten dressed with his pyjamas over his clothes and gotten into bed, he’d also made sure to be extra pissy that day so everyone knew he was pissed off because he ‘wasn’t going’

•which was pretty easy because being a brat was like his specialty with him being the youngest child and everything

•soda and steve has already left, so all pony had to do was wait until darry went to bed

•darry was a heavy sleeper, once he was down he wasn’t getting up until tomorrow

•but of course, he went to bed late tonight to make sure pony was asleep before him, or so he thought

•tap tap tap

•right on cue, that would be curly

•pony stripped off his pyjama layer until he was in his normal clothes and tugged on his shoes

•he opened his window, with as little squeaking as possible, to see curly with his signature grin

•”why ponybabes you look stunning,”

•”it’s the same thing i wore to school today,”

•”did i stutter,”

•they hurry to the drive-in because darry had made them late by going to bed later

•by the time they get there they missed the first song but it didn’t matter to them much, now at least all the flashing lights were already going and it would be harder for people to recognize them (more so ponyboy)

•pony had obviously forgotten his jacket because it’s what he does, so he grabs curlys because it’s fucking freezing

•after they had shown their tickets to the guy at the door, he had put X’s on their hands to show they were under 21 and shouldn’t be served at the bar

•curly wasn’t happy about this, he tried to convince the guy that he was 22, it didn’t work for a second

•they get in and decide to stay around the edges of the crowd to avoid people they knew

•pony was having the time of his life, the adrenaline of sneaking out and the excitement of being able the feel the guitar solo shake the ground was the best thing he had ever felt (bc he’s a virgin lol)

•curly was happy because pony was happy, he even managed to convince him to dance

•as the night went on the boys hadn’t seen anyone they knew, and they had even been to the bar to get water (to curlys disappointment), so they started getting closer to the middle

•curly really wanted to show ponyboy the pit before the show ended so they made their way there for the last couple songs

•this is where it gets tricky

•as another song started the singer instructed for people to get on eachothers shoulders

•curly thought this was a great idea

•and they had managed to sneak a beer each from the bar in the end so ponyboy wasn’t really at his best thinking capacity

•so pony got on curlys shoulders and it was all going fine until he looked to his right and saw johnny about three feet away from him on dally’s shoulders

•johnny didn’t see him yet so pony still had a chance, tugged on curlys hair to get his attention and motioned for him to let him down

•curly did so straight away because he thought pony was about to fall, when pony was down he pointed out johnny and dallas to curly, they were still pretty close to them

•they pushed through the crowd and we able to get away

•until pony bashed straight into his brother soda

•pony thought they were done for, his whole life was gonna be spent locked up in his room because darry was never gonna let him out again

•but he didn’t have long to contemplate his doom, before soda hurled on the ground next to him, and pony quickly put together that sodapop was absolutely shitfaced drunk, he probably didn’t even recognize ponyboy

•pony wanted to help him, but he knew if soda was here steve wasn’t far behind and he didn’t want to push his luck so he left his poor brother heaving up his dinner on the ground

•he raced after curly to catch up with him

•once they had evaded the gang they made a stop a the port-i-loos and decided they would leave now before the last song so ponyboy would be home in bed before soda stumbled in, ponyboy wasnt so sure that soda was even coming home that night but they had to be sure they weren’t caught

•two-bit finally made his appearance when they were on their way out, he was also on his way out but it wasn’t his decision

•he was getting dragged out by security for being too drunk. two had a surprisingly good memory so if he saw them he would remember it, no matter how drunk he was

•curly had spotted him just before two-bit looked their way, he was going to see them either way, so the only chance they had was to make sure he wouldn’t recognize them

•so curly did what any rational tipsy teenager would do, he shoved ponyboy up against a wall and started making out with him, covering ponyboy from view in the process

•it took ponyboy by almost complete surprise, almost because curly was a sucker for spontaneous kisses, pony just wasn’t expecting him to be so rough but then again curly had to make it look like it was some random broad he was with

•it worked, but pony and curly had forgotten all about two-bit by the time they were done, and two-bit was long gone by then

•they got back to pony’s house and snuck him through the window without waking darry and they kissed goodbye and that was that

•it like 5am when they got back and pony had to get up for school 2 hours later and he was not feeling it fam, let me tell you, this boy had never felt to tired in his 14 years of life

•darry was suspicious but pony had the perfect excuse that he didn’t sleep well because soda wasn’t there and he got a nightmare so he was covered on that front

•school however he had no choice but to go or darry would have known, it wasn’t too bad since most of the school were either taking the day off or in the same boat as him since they were all at the concert too

•the teachers knew what was up too so they didn’t really bother much that day

•he was walking home with johnny, he was honestly surprised johnny went to school today until johnny told him that he wasn’t actually at school

•he just showed up to talk to ponyboy after

•now ponyboy was like (nervous laugh) hehehehe whaaaattt ???

•johnny doesn’t fuck around, he gets to the point

•”so like are you and curly a thing??”

•ponyboy is just kinda like ‘deny until you die’

•”what? no, i don’t even know him, like, curly who???”

•spoiler it doesn’t work

•turns out johnny and dallas had seen them in the pit, they were gonna say hi after the song but curly and pony had sketched before then

•pony was like “shit when are you gonna cash in to darry and snitch on me then,”

•he had accepted his fate

•”nah man i’m not gonna do that, and it took me all morning to convince dal not to either,”

•pony’s like tf?? why not?? because if he’s being honest if he were johnny he’d be cashing in as soon as he could

•but what ponyboy didn’t know was that before he saw johnny and dallas, curly had.

•but not in the pit, behind the bar

•they had been making out

•so curly had this information that johnny had assumed he told pony about but clearly he hadn’t

•by now pony caught on to the fact that johnny thought he knew something so he played along

•they switched the subject after that, but johnny hadn’t forgotten that pony still hadn’t answered his previous question about him and curly, he decided to leave it for now

•soda had stayed at steve’s the night before and when ponyboy got home, darry was too busy lecturing soda on his drinking that night to even notice ponyboy practically passing out as soon as he got in the door

•but in the end, curly and pony counted this as a win

anotherrr purly hc because i love these boysss, my online school started back from easter break today so there might not be any more hc too soon :(((

but i have 2 more ideas lined up, one for jally and one for johnnyboy

i also kinda want to do a point of view from jally of this night at the concert idk we’ll see

#purly hc #purly #ponyboy hc #ponyboy x curly #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy #curly #curly shepard #jally #johnny cade #dallas #dally winston #the outsiders hc #the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

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komatsunana · 5 years ago

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NANA Week 2020: Day 3, More Meta on Another Favorite Hachi & Nana scene

So I’ve dissected two of my other favorite Hachi and Nana moments (here and here) so here’s another. ♡

So this is one happens in chapter 14 and it sets up a whole lot for the future of both young women. We’d just had our expectations turned on our head, regarding Hachi/Shoji and in turn we have our expectations turned on our head again because we don’t actually expect Hachi to have a tryst with a celebrity. Nana already has that camp covered, as the cooler and more collected character, destined for fame. Hachi is supposed to be the typical, average girl next-door. Sure she has an affair with a married man in high school, but we don’t expect her to find her so entangled with the celebrity lifestyle like we foresee for Nana.

Moreover, this comes immediately after Nana and Hachi’s conversation on Hachi’s childhood bedroom floor, in which Nana promises to be honest and more emotionally open with her. Nana has always been a woman that is very open with affection with her fans, but Hachi isn’t just her fan. Hachi is someone that Nana has promised to be honest with.

And it’s for Hachi that Nana invites within their shared home the man she more or less considers the devil. Because Takumi represents Trapnest and just as much as Nana’s insecurities lead to believe Reira was the one that stole Ren away from her, Takumi is just as culpable. It’s Nana after all that is quoted as saying “Trapnest means “The Trapped Den” Once we enter it, we can’t get out by our own means I thought that that name could only come from a man who love having power over other.” Whether or not this is only a revelation that Nana realizes after Takumi has stolen Hachi from her side just like he (and Trapnest) did with Ren, it is Nana who invites him in the first time.

This is likely combined with a lot of factors (she’s back with Ren, and in the early days she was likely in the honeymoon phase and not quite so jealous of Trapnest who’d stolen him away) but I don’t think the meaning is lost on Nana. Afterall it’s just a few chapters later, where Nana walks in on the opposite scene - Hachi opening the door to invite Takumi in.

This is the beginning of Nana’s miasma of doubt and insecurities, as she loses all the trust she had in those around her and her jealousy and abandonment issues all come crashing back down on her. Nana begins a crusade to win Hachi back to her side, to steal her back from Trapnest.

And Nana was the one that invited him in, and it’s likely part of the reason that Nana continues to resist the intrusion of people like Miu, Asami, and even Shin into her and the rest’s lives - she doesn’t need all of this extra competition. Because, in part, everything for Nana is a battle to win people’s affection. So much of her delight and passion as a singer is the love and devotion of her fans. She wants and craves that perception of love that she was denied as a child.

But to return to this moment, preceding Takumi saying, “Welcome home, Nana” to Hachi (as this is the translation from the official translations and I think it is more accurate) it is a surprise to the reader that Takumi is there. Hachi is outside the door, priming herself only to meet Ren for the first time and she like us isn’t expecting this surprise.

Before he opens the door, we see Nana tells whoever is opening it that her name is Nana, not Hachi. She’d obviously been referring to her by Hachi the whole night, but of course Hachi gets to be greeted by her own name when Takumi surprises her. It’s in that evening party with Ren and Takumi that Hachi stops objecting to the nickname Hachi because Ren calls her, other than when she and Nobu start dating. Takumi, to my memory, of course never calls Hachi Hachi because like Jun, he isn’t part of that group. He doesn’t need to differentiate between the two women and he’s more likely to just refer to Nana as “Ren’s woman/girl.”

This actually isn’t a criticism of Takumi for once - because once again, it was Nana’s choice to tell him that information. It was Nana that invited Takumi to have that sort of intimacy with Hachi that Nobu denies Hachi during their relationship. Nana denies accepting Takumi into her friend group and the rights to the group’s nickname for Hachi, accidentally makes him more intimate for Hachi. Especially since in the meantime, Hachi is out that door thinking about how to introduce herself as Komatsu Nana, not Hachi.

Now let’s set aside Takumi for the rest of this discussion, because it really is the emotion between Nana and Hachi that I love this scene for.

When you look at the panels - how the images carry, it goes from the reveal that it’s Takumi at the door, to Hachi’s eyes filling with tears... to Nana. Because it’s not Takumi that Hachi is crying over. It’s Nana’s expression of love for Hachi. Hachi has been working hard for Nana, doing everything she could to get Ren and Nana back together. Even before she was Nana and Ren’s go between with her phone, it was Hachi that took Nana to that concert. She mad that dream about Ren at her door, handing her those tickets and Hachi actually managed to get Nana to that concert. So Nana returns the favor and gets the guy Hachi had said she’d actually wished she dreamed about being at her door in her dream and all Hachi can think about is gratitude towards Nana.

Because Hachi is still so fresh off her break up with Shoji. She’d originally been like “I don’t need love” and immediately got jealous of Nana’s relationship with Mai. Because Hachi craved that love and validation and she’d just been hurt at the sight of Sachiko in the store. Her own feelings of insecurity led her to exploding at Nana and Mai unfairly.

Of course Hachi apologized, since she was in the wrong. But Nana’s gift of letting Hachi see the man she’s such a big fan of is all the affection she needed. She still felt hurt and betrayed by Shoji. Watching Nana and Ren get back together was what was inspiring Hachi to think about getting back into the dating scene, but I think until this moment Hachi still felt so unloved because of Shoji. “I felt your love more than a million ‘thank yous.’” Hachi narrates in the future - because this was Nana’s big expression of love to Hachi.

“I made her cry,” Takumi claims but it’s not him that’s made Hachi cry. Not really. That was Nana’s work and Nana knows it - look at that smug expression Nana has on her face when Takumi first opens the door to Hachi. She didn’t even have to look up to know that Hachi was happy and she was delighted to do so. Honestly, Hachi would have been happy with Takumi’s autograph like Nana promised. But this was something special. I didn’t bother getting a clipping of it, but Hachi continues to narrate saying, “I just burst into tears... ‘cause I realized this dream-come true was my special reward from Nana.”

It’s all about how Nana made Hachi feel in that moment, even years later. This is the moment that Hachi really and truly met her future husband and father to her children. And yet, just like with everything else, Hachi continues to relate it all back to Nana.

Like I already said, the official translation actually says that Hachi felt Nana’s love - not her friendship - that moved her And that wording is so much more powerful, the word love. Even if we don’t put our shipping goggles love has such a strong impact. Hachi and Nana have only known each other for... a couple months at most. And yet Hachi felt it.

And moreover, the official translation doesn’t just say “That’s what pleased and touched me”.... It says “You made my day, my year, my life.” And sure we can interpret that as being the pivotal moment Hachi met Takumi which changed the entire trajectory of her life... But it was also such an expression of love that I’m sure Shoji never did for her (who yelled at her for daring to clean his apartment for him) and a romantic act that Takumi fails to achieve due to gaslighting her whenever he did anything remotely sweet. This was the grand gesture of love Hachi needed and wanted from a lover.

The chapter ends on that last panel above, with Nana getting up from her seat. The next chapter picks up a bit later on in the night, with Hachi in the kitchen cooking, and Nana assisting. I can only assume, though, that Nana threw an arm around Hachi (if not actually hugging her) and teasing her for her tears.

Hachi’s too nervous to exchange more than a few words with Takumi outside their conversation about tomatoes (though Hachi does enjoy listening to all the insider details of the celebrity lifestyle.... also learning that Takumi shits too lol). Honestly, Hachi has a more significant conversation with Nobu on their beer tbh. But when Hachi and Nobu get back, Takumi is gone (probably a booty call) and Hachi is upset that she didn’t get Takumi’s autograph. Ren promises to get her one and we all know what happens after that. If she’d gotten that autograph that night or Ren hadn’t remembered his promise right in front of Nobu... Who knows what might have happened? Even if Hachi and Takumi still had their one-night stand, who knows if Takumi would have seeked her out again if not for Nobu’s reaction?? And that all goes to show that this one, simple and sweet symbolic gesture on Nana’s part for Hachi changed so much.

And yet, looking back, all Hachi remembers is the love she felt from Nana. (╯︵╰,)

#nana #nana week #Ai Yazawa #komatsu nana #hachi #Osaki Nana #komatsu hachi #ship: Everything you do blows me away just like that typhoon #SOULMATES #long post #it felt good to return to old form!!! Soon I promise!!

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nightwingvixen23 · 5 years ago

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A little JayRoman fic that i just now whipped up while bored as fuck lol

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"I'm still wonderin' just where in the fuck you got those god damned things from.” Roy's words are knifelike, however at the slice of it’s blow to my gut, out rushed butterflies, contrary to blood.

Fuck him. Pinpointing just what’s not vital at this very moment.

"Always had'em," I insist, housing the twin mamba pistols, gleaming in decadence, back into their holsters at each thigh. . .. . . And yeah; they are in fact new. And no; I didn't buy them.

Yes, i’m a fuckin' liar, sue me; I’ve been called worse. On the other hand, the actual truth reaches a hand far deeper into my organs then anyone needs to be groping there greedy fingers within, sloppy in movement, scuttling after answers that I'm beyond sure the owner of such a prying hand will come to anguish.

"Nah," Roy presses, slinging himself across a couch here in the drearily lighted safe house that we've together taken up refuge in somewhere North East of Gotham City, " I know all’ov your artillery dude. That shit's new. And looks hella posh. Did I miss yer birthday or somethin' ? " He cracks open a beer, guzzling it down while those jade eyes pierce through me from above the can. God damn him. I carelessly knock into his bow and arrows causing him to sputter his alcohol and run to their salvation, whining about how I could be 'such a fucking bully' however it gets him to shut the fuck up on the former topic under fire; and that was my only intention.

Nobody.

Nobody needs to know about the gifts.

What started out as a game has me now roped in pretty heavily, but, I’m a damn sucker for fucking with Roman's upper story, what can I say ?? I can be a mother fucking flirt when I wanna be (while not quite as sophisticated in the art as Dick Grayson himself) I've picked up a few logistics on how to score a man's desires...I mean,at least: the murderous type; how to score the desires of a man who wants to lacerate my spine as well as fuck me into the nearest floorboard. And it was all just a game. I swear it was. The thorns in my side enjoyed toying with the temper of a well-bred villain who's tasted blood soaked daggers, and known the Godlike fever of electing a fatal gasp from an parched lung. I liked the twisted smirk of his face from under that obscene leather mask. I liked the tangled intrigue of his body language. I relished how I held him in the palm of my hand; just another man eating whatever slop from the filthy bowl I threw at the floor for him to gobble up.

That shit made me feel potent, dominant, I ain't gonna lie.

It had been upon entering my apartment one afternoon that I found a giant box on my coffee table, looking out of place amongst overall brown and black furnishings; this bright box done up in all red. With a scoff I checked it for explosives before revealing it’s contents to find a Gold-Inlaid Colt Model 1849 Pocket Revolver. . .this shit sells for 1.1 Million. . .and it was with that knowledge that I’d been keen on knowing just who the sender of such an item had been.

I’d doubled over laughing.

So, it went on this way for a while. The times Roman and I would happen to ‘chance upon one another’ or fall into a breakneck fight beneath dark Gotham skies, I always played up the immodest tart card. Teasing. Leading. And he followed the trail; come a few short days later I'd be rewarded a gift. This became something of a cycle. Something routine. Just, expected, yanno ?

Up until one drunken night I found the presents piling up around me to be annoying as all fuck in their gleaming elegence.

I wasn't a cheap prize to be won, some sodden part of my brain manifested this notion that then exploded into me breaking into Roman's estate and cursing for him to take every damned gift back, because, and I quote " I ain't your god damned slut mother fucker " more or less slurred.

There had been a beat of silence between us then. A beat. Just a beat. Before I was grabbed. Picked up. And I fucking cringe to say that that shit had me near to begging for him. Not many men that I've been with could pick me up, they never had the musculature and we’d always end up in missionary. But there I fucking was...being suddenly ripped piece by piece by Roman himself. Broken open.

The callous scratch of the wall leaving red reminders trailed into the skin of my back, a surface I’d arched myself into as if to arch away. A part of me wanted that wall to swallow me whole, make me dissipate from here because I was feeling too much all at once. I didn't understand anything past our flirtatious banter. Didn't know the whimpered cries and wet moans coming from deep within my chest, nor the hands holding tight to the broad shoulders of this man who kept me blanketed in a hot rapture that not even Heaven it's self could muster the courage to match, and maybe that’s because this damned brute in a leather mask is the Devil; breathing into me all 7 Deadly Sin's at once, making burn within my esophagus a startling realization that all this time I may have been his fucking puppet whereas I thought it the other way around.....his fucking puppet now his fucking fuck toy.

I honestly can’t say how I made it back to my apartment. Last thing I recalled was being spent, slung over Roman's shoulder, then waking up in my own bed alone. Nevertheless, the scratches and metallic taste of blood were a clear reminder of the night we’d shared.

And upon that night, all that which I’d once known had been laid to rest.

Costly weaponry turned into expensive clothing. Expensive clothes turned into rare jewels. Jewels turned into a sports car, a sports car turned to a motorcycle....and my dumbass accepted it all, while discovering in me some sick, dark sort of amusement with each tiding.

Dick registered right away something was off with me, the depth in his blue eyes said it all as he took in my abrupt departure in fashion choice and of transportation. "I'm just doin' a bit better is all," I'd told him and he arched a brow while saying, "Look, I think I know what's up. But, only because I've been there myself. And let me just tell you that it's not worth it." I had scoffed, watching him walk away. Leave it to Dick to be the OG Sugar Baby of the BatFam. Somethin told me that Bruce was the supplier of his every need and hunger, but I refused to dive any deeper into that and left. In fact, I've stayed clear of Wayne Manor for quite some time. Refusing team ups, partnerships, and or pursuits having anything to do with Batman.

When it comes to Kori, she likes to dote on all that I've been given. On her own she unearthed the jewels I kept hidden away and tried them on for herself, twirling in the mirror and laughing while telling me, "Whomever this mystery man is has quite the taste," with a fancy wink. I'm shocked she didn't mention it at all to Roy--

---which is where we are now, currently in my safe house as I watch Roy check on his bow for scuff marks and pout over at me, grabbing back up his abandoned beer can. "I still say that someone bought you those pistols. It ain't your usual style, there too expensive seeming--"

"You callin me cheap ? Like i don't buy quality? " I ask a bit too defensively. Roy put his hands up . "No ! I'm just sayin...." his eyes squint a bit. “I’m just sayin that somethin's up with you man, an’ I got a bad feelin' about it."

I shrug, going to cleaning the mamba pistols of any blood tracked back from our earlier run in with a Mafia Boss and his little posse; which gets me thinking about Roman; the heated sting of his fingers, the scorch of those gloves everywhere they touched. And they never leave, those gloves. they stay on. Not because he chooses it, but because I demand it. I admit to being a bit of a masochist In the same way that I’m a bit of a liar A bit of a manipulator while also being the manipulated A bit damaged A bit taken for granted And with sense enough to know that Roman and I are destined to crash and burn But I’ve already burned once before, so;

what's one more go around gonna hurt ?

#jayroman #short little fanfic #jay the sugar baby lol #fanfic shit #my random writings #jason todd #red hood #roman sionis #black mask #roy harper #arsenal #dick grayson #nightwing #koriand'r #starfire #batfam #brudick

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anachronisims · 4 years ago

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New posts resume tomorrow, so refresh on all your favorite cave-dwellers’ plotlines in the ultimate tldr catch up post!

When the last snows melted and it was safe to travel again, six couples set off in search of a perfect place to found a settlement of their own. They could not believe their luck when they stepped over a the crest of a hillock and saw before them the lush, rich river valley upon which they would soon bestow the name “Meraki.”

After passing a large meadow with wild berries and evidence of recent animal activity, when the group found six caves at the foot of the next hillock, they knew this was their place. They spent the next few weeks chopping down trees, settling into their new cave homes, and working together to create some common amenities at the Fishin’ Hole. Then, their new lives began in earnest...

Tammuz: “Howdy, neighbor! How goes it today?”

Kimba: “Oh, you know, the usual. Working in the garden, trying to pull forth some food from this sparse and spotty terrain. We’re going to need to start thinking about storing food away for the winter if we’re all going to stay healthy and strong.”

Tammuz: “Huh. Yeah, I guess summer probably is ending any day now…”

Lehabim: “Yeah, I’ve got this whole five-year plan for expansion. We fill out the area here around the Fishin’ Hole with some huts, get ourselves out of these caves and everything, then start spreading out towards that meadow we passed when we came in? There will be plenty of space for the next generation and any newcomers we can attract. Which we will, because Pallu and Junia are going to spread our reputation as a strong, prosperous place to settle far and wide! It’s as easy as child’s play, when you think about it!”

Lehabim: “Hey, so, you’re trying to be like, a shaman now, right? Like, tell us all this mystical shit from up in the stars and whatnot?”

Noel: “Yeah, I mean, a little bit of what’s in the stars, a little bit of what’s in the trees, like that sacred bloodleaf tree there on the island in the middle of the Fishin’ Hole. There’s a lot of ideas out there about why this is all happening, where Meraki and the rest of the world came from and who moved mountains and dug rivers and why we walk and talk and do what we do all day long. I just love talking about this stuff, I could go on and on all day! ALL DAY!”

Lehabim: “If you do, you know, get in touch with the spirit world, you think you could ask them if they know how to make this bread stuff? That guy Pallu has been talking about it ever since we got here, it’s like he’s absolutely obsessed with bread. I think half the reason he’s trying to become a trader is so he has an excuse to run away from home and look for this mythical village where they supposedly make it. It’s supposed to be warm and filling and kind of soft but also solid enough to hold other food in it?”

Noel: “Oh my stars, that’s absolutely THE most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!!” Lehabim: “I know, right?! But. Seriously, though, if you get in touch with the spirits, ask them for me. I’d love to beat Pallu to it… if, you know, it turns out it’s real.”

Nadii’ya: “Good morning, Kimba!” Kimba: “Hallooo, Nadii’ya! Sleep well?” Nadii’ya: “Honestly? I’ve been better. Maybe it was something I ate? I threw up this morning. Got any ideas?”

Kimba: “Oh, well, it definitely might have been something you ate, but that’s not the only explanation. You might have… you might be pregnant, new friend! The best medical science available today says that it happened because you WooHooed. You did WooHoo, right?”

Nadii’ya: “Uh, yeah, of course.”

Pallu: “Did Stachia tell you her idea about giving special medals for acts of val -”

Nadii’ya: “Let me stop you right there. The proper reward for someone who, say, slays a boar that has roamed into the village, is to let them keep the carcass. They risk getting gored to death to protect everyone, and then what? The village splits up the boar and hands the hero a shiny rock for their good deed? No way. The one who saves the village should be rewarded with the boar, they and their family should get to feast! Why is this so difficult to comprehend?”

Pallu: “Well, but, I mean, that’s what the boar-slayer signed up for. Protecting everyone, not feasting on a boar. When they do the job, why should not everyone share in the feast? Isn’t that how a community works?” Nadii’ya: “But I could have hypothetically died!!!!!”

Kimba: “I can see it both ways. On the one hand, you, as the warrior, are risking certain death for the benefit of the entire community, and as such, you feel like the reward should be equal to that risk. On the other hand, Death is all around us, all the time, and we pretty much are all subject to certain death with every step we take. We made a community to ease the burden of living with this knowledge, to share our many burdens and attempt to ward off Death as best we can. Life is short, and why should we not all share its bounties as fully and fairly as we share our burdens?”

Nadii’ya: “…Kimba, you’re not going to die from kissing a boo-boo. Some of us are sharing the burden of death a little more than others.”

Tammuz: “So, you’re a carpenter, eh? That means you work with… wood?”

Gandu: “That’s me, the wood master of Meraki! What can I do you for?” Junia: ::loud eyeroll::

Gandu: “So, you know my partner, Junia -” Junia: “Hi!” Gandu: “-she’s going to work on finding this village that makes this amazing drink out of wheat that makes you feel like the king of the world and makes everybody friendly. Isn’t she great?”

Rubati: “The reason we must light fires every single night is to protect us from dangerous animals, and also, from the spirits of dangerous animals, which can cause us even more harm! There’s a wolf-like beast with extra scary horns that likes to terrorize Sims at night and disturb their sleep, but it’s completely terrified of fire! Isn’t that great?”

Pallu: “I cannot wait until I know how to make bread, holy ogres. Mushrooms are just pretentious dirt.”

Stachia: “Can I just say, I’m so so so so glad we all found each other and became best friends? For months, the only Sim I had to talk to was Pallu, and, creator knows I love him, but he can be such a bore sometimes. Can you imagine? Endlessly traipsing through snow and forests, crossing rivers and mountains, and just ‘bread bread makeouts bread woohoo bread bread bread,’ constantly. At least now that we’ve established a home, he can leave and go look for it and I can have some peace and girl talk!”

Saphir: “Hey, love, guess what!”

Lehabim: “You want to make out with me?”

Saphir: “Well, yes, but also, Stachia asked me to be in the hunting party she’s putting together. We’re going to start making trips to the meadow and bring back loads of food for the whole village to share. Isn’t that a great idea?”

Lehabim: “Sure… kinda wish I’d had it, to be honest.”

Tobiah: “Hey!!! Hey everybody!! Look what I caught!!” Nadii’ya: “I curse this pole to the depths of this Fishin’ Hole for ever and all time, may it never see the light of day or feel the breath of a cool breeze or do anything but rot into nothingness in the mud and the muck amongst the fish it so thoroughly refused to catch.”

Lehabim: “Do you think I should make a pact with a demon to consolidate power?” Saphir: ::record scratch::

Tobiah: “Wait a second. Special wheat drink. Beer? Are you talking about beer?”

Pallu: “Are… ‘beer’? Are you saying you know how to make the special wheat drink?”

Tobiah: “I mean, more or less. We had wheat fields all around our homeland, and you basically just take some wheat and seal it in a jug with some water and let it sit for a while and then you have beer. It’s really not that complicated. Anyone can do it in their own cave. And the longer you forget about it, the better it ends up being! It’s kind of perfect for me, lol”

Pallu: “And this information has just been inside your head this whole time?”

Tobiah: “I suppose so.”

Pallu: “Did y’all make bread back there, too?”

Tobiah: “No, no no no.”

Tobiah:

Tobiah: “But we did hear rumors of a village that did. We were planning a raid on it right before Nadii’ya and I left, actually.”

Pallu: “Did… did you find out where it was?”

Tobiah: “Of course. I was a Raiding Party Commander back home. It’s actually not too far from here, now that I think about it. Want me to give you directions?”

Rubati: “WooHoo is weird, right? Like, so strange how we get in the bed and you put your censored bits with my censored bits! Is it weird, or is it just me?”

Noel: “So, like, WooHoo, amirite???”

Tobiah: “Everybody, look how pretty!”

Gandu: “Not really the most interesting thing going on at the Fishin’ Hole right now, bud…”

Tobiah: “I think it’s just a little bit rude of Saphir to proposition Noel right there in front Kimba. I mean she’s literally right there.”

Junia: “Why would that be rude? Noel and Kimba both know that their partnership isn’t based on exclusively WooHooing each other.”

Tobiah: “Sure, Nadii’ya and I feel the same way. But that still doesn’t mean I’d want to SEE it happening, right in front of me! Saphir’s not being brave, she’s being brazen!”

Junia: “Hold on, how is it all Saphir’s fault? It takes two to woo, boo. If Saphir’s being ‘brazen,’ Noel’s being just as bad.”

Tobiah: “Everyone expects it of Noel, but Saphir should know better!”

Junia: “Do you hear yourself? Of course we expect it of Noel - so does Kimba, you idiot! She knew he was a major horndog when she decided to partner with him! This is just the way things are!”

Kimba: “I heard you were talking about me? Don’t talk about what you don’t know about, Tobiah. I don’t need anyone else to defend me, and I DEFINITELY don’t need to be protected from Noel. So butt out.”

Tobiah: “All I did was - ”

Kimba: “Butt. Out.”

Tobiah: “Every time I see your face, it makes me angry all over again! Just stay away from me!”

Kimba: “Then why did you even come here?!”

Tobiah: “Because… because… to support… because… birthday… Noel… Gaia… UGHHH just leave me alone!”

Noel: “Everybody looking??”

Tobiah: “Stop! Standing! Next! To me!!!”

Tobiah: “Oh, Chipmunk, Dada’s sorry about tonight. I’m not proud that you saw me like that. When you’re older, maybe you’ll understand. Sometimes sims have so many emotions at the same time that they don’t realize what they’re doing or saying to other sims. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Ms. Kimba is really a very good sim, but it makes me so confused and frustrated to think… you know what, I’ll tell you when you’re older. Just be nice to Ms. Kimba whenever you see her, okay?”

Linus: “Okay, Dada.”

Gandu: “Did you know the Creator made me attracted to all brown-haired Sims, and that’s like, half the village? Turns out I want to make out with just, like, everybody.” Rubati: “…Interesting… everybody? I never thought about kissing… everybody.”

Gandu: “Sometimes it can be hard to tell another Sim you want to kiss them, especially for a Sim as shy as you. Maybe it would help if you could feel like you weren’t really being yourself. Like, you’re from the Green Eyes lands. From what you’ve told me about it so far, you were raised not to kiss a lot of different Sims. So just pretend you are a Sim who isn’t from the Green Eyes lands.”

Rubati: “But… my eyes ARE green, Gandu.”

Tammuz: “I was having the most interesting dream, I was on a date - with you, of course - and I was - I mean, we were - running after a deer, and it kept darting this way and that, and then it reached a stream and I couldn’t make the jump across it but Ga- you could, and the deer was getting away and you were telling me to come on and jump over but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t make it over.”

Lehabim: “Saph, I’m really really sorry about before, I didn’t mean to make you think I want to rule this land with an iron fist - or any fist at all. I want this to be a place where Sims want to come and live their lives and I think I’m the one with the best ideas to make that happen, and I know with you by my side we’ll make it happen together, and I don’t ever want to do anything to hurt you or scare you.”

Kimba: “Have you tried summoning the dee- spirit with music? Noel is always talking about how powerful the magic of music is.”

A Voice on the Wind: ♫ Spirits, Spirits, in the trees ♫ please come out and talk to meee ♫ I have needs and you have powers ♫ If you help me I’ll give you flowers ♫ Spirits, Spirits in the trees ♫ let me indebt myself to theeeeee ♫

T̲̟͔͍͙̘͖ͣ̽͒h̩̣̱͋ͧ̈ͪͨͨ́̚i̩̜̗͔̖̮͎ͣ̃̂̆͊̀̆ͮ̀s̞̯͕͍̟͎̞̦̓̓͋̀̽̐͑ ̭̳̲̲̿ͧ͊̌ͮͨc̥͈̼̺̎̇͑ͨͬ̑o̗̲͕̘ͥͫu̲̝̩͊͆͊̔ͫ̓̌̀l̦̟̭̍͌͐d̙̑͊ ̮̟̠̼͊̈̊͊ͣ̓ͧ̀b̻̲̺̝͂̂ͥ̚ͅḛ̲̮̗ͦͥ̓̿ ͈̞̯̗̭̠̬ͬͩ̊̈́̍͌̿̄f̼̹͚̲̐ͧ̍̑̽ű̹͔͑ͭ̓n̫̰̣̈ͩ̽̐̾͆

Noel: “Everybody, I have to warn you to be on the lookout for ogres, or demons, or any other evil spirits of the forest… I don’t want to point any fingers - so I won’t tell you which person not sitting at this table tried to summon the supernatural today without help from me or Rubati… and so it probably wasn’t successful, of course. But. Just in case. Be on the lookout, and come get me immediately if you see anything out of the ordinary.”

Dan: “Lehabim of the Golden Eyes, the sound of my true name cannot be heard nor comprehended on this mortal plane. Suffice it to say that I am the one who can make all your dreams come true, so long as it pleases me to do so. Do you want riches? Unfathomable riches? I can make you so prosperous your mind would explode. Power? Dominion over this forest and all its minor creatures, dominion over your fellow sims, even unto Death itself? Speak it, and we shall see whether I want to make it so.”

Lehabim: “I mean, that all sounds really great, and I’d love to talk over my ideas for the village with you, but, seriously, what do I call you? It feels weird not having a way to address you.”

Dan: ::huff:: “Fine. You may call me Dan.”

Lehabim: “Dan, can I ask you something? Are there really ogres in the forest? It would be a huge help if we knew exactly what threats to be on the lookout for.”

Dan: “Ogres, elves, tomatoes, toh-mah-toes.”

Nadii’ya: “Do you ever wonder if you’ll be able to remember all the names of the new babies?” Tobiah: “Probably. Eventually. I mean, I really only need to know our kid’s name at first, right? I’m sure I’ll pick up the rest in time.” Nadii’ya: “…what if we have twins?” Tobiah: “Uhhhhhh. Then, uh oh, I suppose.”

Pallu: “So, which one is this, again?”

Stachia: “Darah. I think Darah. I think we decided if you always do everything for Darah, and I always do everything for Hasrah, then we’ll never get them confused.”

Pallu: “Right, right right right. Okay. Darah for Daddy and Hasrah for Mommy. Makes sense. We’ve got this, Stach. We each do a diaper, we each do a cuddle, we each put one down for a nap… they’ll be toddlers in no time.”

Tammuz: “Thanks for being here, Japhia. I didn’t even know how much I missed you.”

Nadii’ya: “Look at you! How did you fit inside me?! You look like a Linus. Your father missed the whole birth, so he doesn’t get a say. And I say, you look like a Linus. Hello, Linus, who’s the biggest baby to come out of the tiniest mommy? You are! Yes, you are!”

Noel: “Kimba! You’ve done it! You’ve birthed the most perfect bundle of perfection I’ve ever seen! Can I name her? Please, pretty please? I promise you’ll like what I pick!”

Kimba: “Ok, wha-”

Noel: “GAIA! The mother of the world!”

Kimba: “That’s a lot of pressure to put on one little baby, Noel. You sure?”

Noel: “Gaia! I can feel the Creator whispering it in my ear. Gaia, the first goddess. Gaia, the progenitor of the entire future. Gaia, the mother of all simulated life.“

Kimba; “Yeah, you’re right, that’s no pressure at all, love. I’m sure she’ll turn out just fine. Gaia it is, then.”

Saphir: “Tziviah, shhhhh shhh shhhh! Time for sleep, little doe! I’ll be right here next to you the whole time, and when the sun comes up, we’ll start your first day on this crazy plane of semi-existence! I have so many things I didn’t even know I wanted to teach you!”

Rubati: Literally WHAT have I gotten myself into??

#meraki tldr #back from hiatus

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