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Update 6! There's not much action in this update, gotta bide your time until things pick up. Hope everyone enjoys - don't choke on pancakes people.

Trying to nail out a sketch of both Alaric and Gianna for you guys...but they won't be posted until I can get updated software on my tablet...which could be awhile. Don'tcha LOVE technology?

[strawberrymarshmallowstories]

Oneshot | City Lights (Jung Hoseok)

Title: City Lights Pairing: Hoseok/Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Inspired by City Lights - TVXQ U-Know ft. Taeyong

A/N: Guyssss, this song is a bedroom jam. Even if you don’t read this, listen to this song. You will not regret it. Seriously.

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Your eyes met across the floor. You hadn't even realised you'd been looking his way, not until it pulsed down your spine. The realisation, the old what-if's, and the tingling shiver of fear.

You hadn’t meant to look at him. Not now, not ever again.

Jung Hoseok was a campus god who was loved by all, his name a breathy whisper on many lips the second he walked by. Everyone loved him, for he was perfect.

Or was he?

You glanced at the drinks bartender placed before you. It must've been a mistake, Hoseok must've mistaken you for someone else. He couldn't have recognised you.

'Oh god look at him, would love to bite into that piece of ass,' Melly whined, fanning herself as if the mere thought was too much to handle.

Perhaps it was. You pushed over her pornstar martini and raised your own drink, one far less colourful than hers, but it had nothing against the dripping sarcasm in your voice. 'Cheers to your boyfriend.'

She only laughed, the sound free and inhibited as it bubbled out of her. 'He gave me a free pass for Hoseok, even asked if he could join in.'

'How nice of him,' you muttered, lifting the drink to your lips. The sweetness of the lemonade hit your tongue before the heat of the alcohol.

But when it made down your throat, it burned.

'And how about you?' Melly scoffed. 'You who tripped over nothing the second he asked you to be his lab partner?'

'Oh shut up, that was ages ago.' You managed a smile that to anyone else would've seemed polite. Melly would've known it to be one of annoyance.

Yes, he was hot, quite breathtaking in his element - no one would dispute that. But he was too hot, too popular.

And you had enough of that the first time around.

~ The dark night thickened on the first floor ~

~ The city lights spread, and your hair ~

~ In the space between my half-closed eyes ~

~ You shine, yeah I close my eyes ~

'Hey Mels, what are you up to?' A familiar voice brushed over you, with an intimate caress of an old lover.

How strange, as he wasn't one.

Melly raked a hand through her hair and flashed a flirty smile. 'Much better now that I’ve seen you. But I thought this was supposed to be the party of the year?’ A gasp. ‘Wait, are you losing your touch?'

'As if - you're in the wrong room ladies, this place-,’ he laughed, gesturing wide, ‘is for the commoners.’ 

The past year had been good to him. But he’d lost something, his childlike smile that'd first caught your eye. Now his each line and move was as if he was dancing, sensual and rich in texture.

Warmth spread all the way down to your core. Your eyes snapped to his - too easy to imagine that laugh against your lips, the gentlest of a chuckle while his hands wandered over any bare skin revealed.

And you didn't miss the mischievous glint in his eyes. As if he'd just read your mind.

~ In the space between that blurred focus, you draw nearer ~

~ Skin against skin, until we can’t be any closer ~

~ When I feel you with all my senses ~

~ It’s endlessly faraway, come ~

 'Come on!' Melly's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. And before you could protest, she'd dragged you along, through the crowd for everyone to see.

You saw the glances, of jealousy and of despise. You knew it was a thing, a stupid thing, but still a thing. You'd just been called to the party within the party. And the signal it sent was that you were considered inner circle.

One that could get you into trouble. Stupid politics of an elite university.

You'd been there before, had no care for it. 

But you could not deny it was impressive, how all thoughts disappeared under the loud welcoming cheer, the exact moment you stepped through those doors. A completely different world.

All for Hoseok, of course, who got a number of welcome pats on his back and a beer shoved into his hands. He shook his head, but you could tell that was his closest group of friends - his family.

You waved at people you knew, from the first year that now seemed so long ago. Your circles naturally overlapped in places, so you'd made acquaintances. But what had been a start of a good friendship had been ruined by one passionate guilt-instigating night where you used him and he used you.

And the next day you sat on a plane, to fly off for your internship. Just as scheduled many months before, and filed that night away in the box of momentary pleasures of a first-year freshman. That’s all it had been, right?

You'd felt awful, filled with anguished nights that kept you awake. Worst at times when you couldn't wash away the heat of your bodies aligned, his each touch as if perfectly planned, his each word purest silk against your senses.

You took another sip to wash it all out. Melly had disappeared somewhere, but it was too easy to find her blue bob in the crowd. Leaning against the counter, you watched Melly sneak up to her boyfriend.

She loved him with all her heart, and it showed in everything she did.

Would you ever love like that?

Would someone ever love you like that?

'So, how have you been?' You heard, a haunting voice not even dreams could save you from. A little lower, a little darker, a little more dangerous.

You smiled and raised your glass. 'Not too bad, and look at you,' you teased, nodding at the group of girls behind him. 'Lord almighty's here with his fanclub.'

Hoseok flashed them a quick smile before turning back to you. And before you could protest, he pulled you into a hug of surprise. A couple still seconds passed, his breath hot against your cheek. 'You still smell so fucking good.'

'Hi to you too.' You couldn't help the breathy whisper, all while your eyes scanned the room.

All those eyes, on you. Once again. Like on so many days over a year ago. Hidden glances when you walked down the hallway, judging every word you said in Hoseok's vicinity.

This wouldn't do. But with his hands warm on your hips, how could you resist?

'That's enough now, your little fanclub's ready to shoot me.' You intended to push against his chest, but somehow your hand laid flat over his shirt, feeling the lithe body underneath the cotton tee.

He only pushed further into your palm. 'You know what they need, a show,' he joked. But you knew that was no joke.

'Your girlfriend's one of them?'

'You’ve got some false information little birdie, I've got no girlfriend anymore.' He stepped closer, hands in pockets. You took a step back just when his nose touched yours.

'But I like that you enquired after me, makes me feel..' A nip on your lower lip. 'Special.'

~ Like a dirty joke, it’s a night in which I can’t sleep ~

~ You radiate, shine even brighter ~

~ It’s a night twisting in seduction ~

~ Like an instant, and you’ve got me ~

Your back hit against the closed door, the lock clicking into place. As if starved, Hoseok claimed your lips in a bold kiss that had your back arch further, to draw even closer. Every brush against his body, every kiss and every sound pure wild energy waiting to be unleashed and needing to be used.

Thank god there was a wall at your back, for you would've collapsed otherwise.

‘God you’re beautiful,’ he whispered, his lips tracing an invisible line down your neck. Light butterfly kisses - ones you’d always loved, in a way you loved. The way he took his time, each touch a calculated temptation. Ones he wouldn’t even know of, unless he too remembered the night you’d shared.

And while you two had lost the timing for a blooming friendship, you wouldn't deny yourself the pleasure of having him once again.

Without regrets.

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[hold-my-hair-back]

(Pair of your choice😉) Person A is feeling really nauseous but the event they are at has person B so excited and talkative that person A can't really find an opportunity to say any thing. Person A is nearly at their breaking point when person B notices something fishy. TOO LATE GUYSSSS. this leads to a lot of embarrassment and guilt.

Thanks, Anon! I love this request so much! I’ve decided to do my OCs. Emmett is going to be the sick one because the more stoic of the two characters and if Aiden were the one sick, he would definitely be whining about it.

 About my OCs: Emmett: 17. Tall, muscular (though these days he’s getting a little soft around his middle due to Aiden constantly baking for him). He has light brown hair and gray eyes. You will usually see him in a band t-shirt (he likes classic rock) and a leather jacket and ripped jeans. His personality is very stoic and quiet, though when he’s with Aiden, he’s a bit more cheerful. He’s very protective and kind-hearted. If you hurt someone he loves, Emmett will kill you. Aiden: 17. Aiden has blonde hair and blue eyes. He isn’t short necessarily but looks so next to Emmett. He usually dresses nicely for school and loves sweaters. However, when it’s a weekend or he’s going to bed, he likes to wear Emmett’s shirts. He is a little chubby and wears glasses. Very self-conscious of his weight, but Emmett makes him feel good about himself. Aiden is a little chatterbox too. Emmett puts up with it. Very bubbly personality.

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It seemed as though the many times they had tried to do something like this in the past, something always came up. Rain, family emergencies, excessive amounts of homework, etc. So, when the forecast was predicting perfectly blue skies, everything was intact with both of their homes, and summer had finally come around, Emmett and Aiden knew it was a day to enjoy each other. Just a few days ago, Emmett had suggested doing something simple like going to the zoo. The moment the idea was out, Aiden had brightened up and bounced up and down agreeing. Since then, the blonde hadn’t stopped talking about it. He had been texting Emmett every night expressing his excitement. Emmett would be lying if he said he didn’t think it was absolutely adorable. Wednesday morning, Emmett had woken up with over a dozen text messages from Aiden. The first one starting at five o'clock in the morning. Emmett glanced and saw it was only eight and he rolled his eyes fondly. They weren’t planning on leaving until noon. Emmett sent him a message back saying he would see him in a few hours and that he was excited as well.

Only, he wasn’t.

 Emmett couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he realized he was lacking excitement. He was lacking happiness as well too despite always looking forward to the days he could spend with Aiden. The two of them had been best friends their whole lives after all before beginning to date their freshman year of high school. Emmett was baffled that he was feeling so tired at the thought of going to the zoo. After the sending the message that was a lie, Emmett fell back against the pillows with a sigh. The movement pinpointed the exact location of his discomfort which was both helpful yet disappointing at the same time. Emmett let out a soft moan as he felt his stomach slosh queasily. This seemed strange since he didn’t often get upset stomachs, yet there was no doubt that he was nauseous.

 Since Emmett still had a few hours until it was time to pick up Aiden, he closed his eyes again, thinking maybe some more rest would help. As much as he hated doing so, he ignored the sound of his phone indicating he had a text message. He didn’t like the idea of ignoring Aiden, but he was nowhere near the mood to stare at a phone screen. The only thing he wanted to do was sleep off whatever was making his stomach do flips in hopes of having a good day at the zoo. Aiden loved animals and he deserved at least this.

 However, sleep was not coming easy. Emmett ran a hand through his sandy hair, sighing into the pillow. He didn’t feel queasy enough to vomit, but he felt bad enough to want nothing more than a day in bed. Still, no matter how sick he felt, Emmett would never cancel this date with Aiden. Not when his boyfriend had been looking forward to this so much.

 Eventually, after about twenty minutes, Emmett slowly sat up, keeping a hand on his stomach. He had fallen asleep in his t-shirt and jeans again due to passing out while texting Aiden late last night as usual. The shirt he was wearing was a faded Guns N’ Roses logo and it had fit him well for a while, but now it felt almost too tight. He frowned as he lightly palmed his stomach some more, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he did so. The motion prompted a soft burp to escape his lips which helped lessen the pressure slightly, but not much. His stomach felt bloated and hard, and he wondered what the cause of that was. He had to be coming down with a virus or something.

 Still, remembering Aiden’s excitement, Emmett slowly stood up, keeping a hold on his stomach as though that could keep the contents from shifting too much. He burped again, this time a little louder as he shuffled over to his closet to get dressed. He slipped on a pair of jeans that he found on the floor and then rummaged through his drawers to find a t-shirt. At this point, he had leant so many to Aiden (who never returned them) he was starting to run out. He wanted something looser, something that would hopefully not add pressure onto his stomach and would make the bloating a little less obvious. He found one of his many AC/DC shirts and slipped that on before quickly returning his hand to his stomach. Rubbing it was helping slightly, but not enough to make him feel well enough to go on a date. Especially not one that involved so much walking around.

 Emmett eventually headed downstairs toward the kitchen. He hoped some food in his belly would make him feel better. He didn’t have any siblings and his mom went to work early, so he typically fended for himself for meals. Usually, he would fry up some bacon and eggs as cooking was actually relaxing for him. However, this was a morning for toast and juice.

 Not even bothering to put peanut butter on the bread, Emmett began munching on the plain toast, hoping it would help ease his stomach. He started out quickly but soon found himself slowing down halfway through the first slice. When he was finally finished with it, he knew he couldn’t force himself to eat the second one. He threw it away and focused on his juice, but he couldn’t finish that, either. Giving up entirely on the concept of consuming anything, Emmett rested his head on the table over his arms and closed his eyes.

The sound of his phone ringing jerked Emmett awake. Tiredly, he fished it out of his pocket and answered it before even checking to see who it was. “Hello?” he mumbled into the phone.

 “Emmett!” The excited voice on the other end was instantly recognizable. “You sound sleepy. Did you decide on a nap before the zoo? Oh, Emmett, I’m so excited!” Emmett was having a hard time keeping up with Aiden’s excited rambling. His stomach was feeling even worse now and despite the nap, he was more tired. “I-” Emmett was cut off as he let out a long burp into the receiver.

“Lovely,” was Aiden’s response, but not without a hint of affection. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I, of course, am used to you having the table manners of a Tasmanian Devil.”

 Before Emmett could explain that his stomach was upset, Aiden continued. “It’s been so long since I’ve been to the zoo. Emmett, this was such a good idea. Thank you.” Now Emmett knew he wouldn’t be able to back out. “I’ll leave my house now. See ya soon.” His stomach moaned as he hung up the phone as if begging him to reconsider this. Emmett only rubbed it in response, hoping that it would let up soon.

  Five minutes into the drive to the zoo, and Emmett knew this wasn’t something that was just going to fade away. Aiden was in the passenger seat happily chatting away as Emmett discreetly kept one hand on his stomach as he drove. He had the air conditioner on full blast which had helped at first but was now doing nothing. The nausea was getting significantly worse as each minute passed and he started to panic just a little bit. He doubted he would go very long without needing to throw up. Emmett shifted and belched, bringing a fist up to his mouth. It was a good thing something like that wasn’t unusual behavior for him as Aiden didn’t even look over at him when it happened. However, when another longer and louder one escaped past his lips, Aiden stopped talking and looked over at him. “Did you chug a twelve pack of soda or something, Em? You’ve been gassy all morning.”

 Emmett shook his head and opened his mouth to explain himself. He had no intention of telling Aiden he was sick, but simply wanted to say his stomach was just a little upset. However, before he could talk, the zoo entrance came into sight and Aiden was all smiles again. “There it is! We’re going to have such a good time.” Emmett wasn’t so sure about that. “Did you know giraffes are the tallest mammals on Earth? And that they don’t need to drink water as often as other animals? And that they actually have the same number of vertebrae as people but they’re just really big? And that their kick is actually powerful enough to kill predators? And that…”

 Only a half-hour into the zoo experience and Emmett was already starting to regret this. He loved his dates with Aiden more than anything and even loved how much of a chatterbox his boyfriend became while excited, but today it was too much. “Aiden-” Emmett began, deciding he needed to say something. “I don’t -- urrrrrrp.” Emmett was once again cut off by another belch. This one sounded even wetter than the last. His stomach was sloshing dangerously and his half-digested toast wasn’t settling well at all. It wanted up. Sooner rather than later. Emmett wanted to rub his belly, but he was holding hands with Aiden and the other was covering his mouth in case his belches brought up something else.

Aiden, however, didn’t seem to notice much. “Emmett, did you see the way the red pandas curled around each other while sleeping? It was so cute! It reminded me of how you hold me while we sleep whenever we’re together.” Emmett wanted to reply to the comment because it was sweet and he really did love Aiden, but another sick belch escaped him instead. They were standing at the fence to the tiger enclosure now, surrounded by other people who were taking photos of the beautiful animal. Beside him, a kid was eating a chili cheese dog and Emmett softly gagged into his hand at the sight. His stomach lurched a little as he did so and saliva was pooling into his mouth. Finding no other choice, Emmett pulled his hand away from Aiden’s to rest on his stomach. It was even more bloated now and it let out an audible noise. No. This was not happening. Not here.

“Em?” Aiden asked softly, putting a hand on his back. “You don’t look so good. Are you feeling okay?”Emmett wanted to tell Aiden he hadn’t been feeling good all day, but he didn’t dare take his hand off his mouth. Instead, he shook his head, hiccuping softly into his hand. “Oh, no,” Aiden whispered. “Let’s get you to a bathroom.”Emmett wanted to find a bathroom as quickly as possible, but he was frozen in place as he burped wetly into his hand once again. This time, he could taste the acid in the back of his throat. At this point, he could feel a few pairs of eyes on him which made it that much worse. He smelled the chili dog that was nearby and he gagged again, this time bringing up a small bit of vomit in his hand. Aiden clearly knew he had thrown up, even though none of it had spilled from his hand. “Oh, Em,” he whispered, pulling out a package of tissue from his back pocket. Thankfully, his allergies always acted up in summer so he carried them around with him always. “Wipe your hand, baby.” Emmett wanted to, but he didn’t dare pull his hand away from his mouth at this point. A loud hiccup followed by an even louder belch escaped him and more vomit was coming up, this time filling his hand and spilling from his finger tips. Emmett quickly pulled his hand away and hunched over, no longer caring that he was in front of a group of people that were all staring at him. Yes, he was humiliated, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Emmett let out an even louder, sicker belch this time, one hand resting on his knees as he stood bent over, the other rubbing at his queasy belly. A large torrent of vomit splattered onto the sidewalk, big enough for chunks to splash onto his shoes and jeans. His audience quickly reacted and he knew many hurried off to get away from him. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Aiden whispered. “You can’t help it. I’m sorry your tummy doesn’t feel good.” Aiden was behind him, rubbing his back as he gagged again, this time bringing up nothing. He gagged once more, only a trickle of bile coming out. He was sure he was empty now, but he stayed bent over just in case, letting Aiden comfort him. “I’m sorry,” Emmett whispered, wiping the back of his hand with his mouth as he spat out a large glob of phlegm. He straightened up and stretched before putting a hand to his belly that now felt less bloated and sick. “No,” Aiden corrected him quickly. “I am. I’m sorry you felt like you needed to come out here today for me. I would say you should have told me, but I know I was probably too busy with the animals to listen. Let’s get you home, Em. The animals will be here all summer.” Emmett nodded, thankful that Aiden didn’t seem to be disappointed. “I love you he whispered, voice hoarse from the vomiting. Aiden let out that cute little giggle of his. He bent down slightly and pressed a kiss to Emmett’s belly. “And I love you,” he agreed. “Now let’s get you back to bed.”