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theladyofdeath · 2 years ago

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"I swear to god Cassian, if she vomits, you're cleaning it up"

A/N: This was meant to be answered in 500 words or less...I think I failed. Anyway...please enjoy this angsty, hot mess! x

Ship: Nesta x Cassian, modern au

Warnings: liquor, language, self loathing.

"I'll be just a minute. Don't move."

Rhysand sighed dramatically as Cassian let himself out of the backseat and ran toward the entrance of the club. It was boy's night out, and he was ruining it, but he didn't care. The second he opened the drunken selfie Nesta had sent him, he knew she shouldn't be alone. The club she was at had a reputation, and Cassian would be damned if he let Nesta drink herself into a poor situation that she'd be regretting in the morning.

Once he was inside, he couldn't see a damn thing. The house lights were off and colorful lights were flashing all around him, instantly giving him a headache and making him nauseous. He much preferred a bar to this hellhole. Nonetheless, he started making his rounds, scoping his way through the chaos. After a few minutes, he made his way to the bar and flagged down the bartender.

"I'm looking for my friend!" he hollered over the pounding music. "Short blue dress, golden-brown hair, way too much to drink!"

The bartender chuckled. "Sorry, I've seen a lot of those tonight!"

Cassian frowned and looked around, rubbing the back of his neck before setting back out to find her. It took about fifteen minutes, but he finally found Nesta on the second floor overlooking the dance floor, sitting on some guy's lap and giggling uncontrollably, a drink in her hand.

She didn't notice Cassian until he was standing in front of her and her new companion with his arms crossed. Her eyes widened. "Cassian? Cassian! This is my friend...um..."

"Eri-"

"I don't care," Cassian said, shortly, and held out his hand. "Come on."

Nesta frowned, her brows furrowed. "Why? I'm having fun."

"Your words are slurred and your eyes are practically closed. Come on."

"Is this your boyfriend?" the guy asked, his arms tightening around Nesta.

She snorted. "Fuck no. This is...my...this is Cassian."

Cassian's jaw locked. That response pissed him off far more than it should have. But really, was it to hard to even admit that they were friends?

"Rhys and Az are waiting outside. We're going to take you home," Cassian explained, trying to keep his frustration in check. "I'll toss you over my shoulder if I have to. Come on."

"No," Nesta answered, sipping from her fruity drink with her tiny straw. "Go home, Ca-AHHH!"

True to his word, Cassian wouldn't take no for an answer. He had pulled Nesta out of the stranger's grasp, spilling her drink in the process, and pulled her away. "Where's your shit?" he asked, ignoring her new friend's curses being yelled over the music behind them.

Nesta was trying to squirm out of his grasp but she couldn't even walk a straight line, so it wasn't much of a fight. When she didn't answer him, he stopped and looked down at her with a raised brow.

By the Mother, she was drunk. Swaying on her feet, her eyelids were heavy, her lips parted, her cheeks red and blotchy. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running, as if she'd been sweating her ass off on the dance floor. The lipstick she had been wearing in her selfie had been kissed off.

"What?" she snapped.

Cassian still held onto her hand. "I asked where your stuff was. Unless you can't remember."

Her eyes narrowed. "Of course, I remember. It's..." Her words trailed off as she looked around the club. "Um. Oh! The bar!"

Cassian was trying to be patient, but considering it took them another fifteen minutes to find her stuff, his patience was running thin. The moment they were walking outside, Nesta remembered that she did not, in fact, want to be saved.

As soon as they were out in the cool night air, Nesta snatched her hand out of Cassian's. This time, he let her.

"I'm going back inside."

"No, you're not."

Rhysand honked his horn and rolled down the window. "Will you two hurry up? We have places to be, Cass!"

"See? You have places to be," Nesta snapped, but she swayed on her heels and Cassian reached out to steady her. She closed her eyes and groaned, surely trying to control her need to vomit.

"I'm taking you home," Cassian said, and his tone left no room for argument.

"You're not my father," Nesta snapped, "and you're not my boyfriend so I don't know what the hell you think you're doing here, coming to ruin my fun."

Cassian's shoulders tensed. "I'm trying to protect you." His voice was low, his fists clenched. "I'm trying to get you home safely so that you don't end up in some asshole's bed, not able to remember a damn thing in the morning."

"Some asshole's bed?" Nesta asked, stepping toward him until their chests were practically touching. "Is that jealousy? Is it your bed you wish I was in? Do you want to fuck me, Cassian?"

Her breath smelled horrid but Cassian fought the urge to spit that fact in her face as his jaw locked. Even if he had spent plenty of nights wishing that Nesta was in his bed, he wasn't about to admit that to her now. "Know what? Fuck you for making me out to be the bad guy right now."

"That's it, isn't it?" her eyes were bright as she looked up at him beneath her lashes. "You want me, and you hate that someone else was about to take me home, so here you are."

She was drunk. He knew she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. He tried to remind himself of that as his temper rose. "Come on," he snapped, and went to take her hand, but she shook her head.

"You want me, Cass?" she breathed, and ran her hands up his chest. "Then take me."

"Stop," he said, but the word was weak. He didn't feel like doing this, not now. A sudden exhaustion swept over him as he wrapped his hands around her wrists. "I'm taking you home. Now."

"Why wait?" she said, and kissed his jaw. Cassian pulled her back so that the contact broke, even though the feel of her lips set his skin on fire. "Fuck me here. There's a perfectly good brick wall right there."

She gestured to the side of the building behind her and nearly fell over. Cassian reached out to steady her, once more, but as he grabbed her hands she took them and placed them sloppily over her breasts. "Come on, Cass. Fuck me."

He snatched his hands away with a curse before tossing her over his shoulder. She hit his back and bit his shoulder, which hurt like hell, but he didn't budge until he was opening the backdoor of Rhys's car and dropping her inside. He rounded to the other side quickly before dropping down beside her and telling him to drive.

"I swear to god Cassian, if she vomits, you're cleaning it up," he muttered, glaring at his friend in the mirror as he put the car back into drive.

Azriel gave Cassian a sympathetic look from the passenger seat before glancing at Nesta. "Maybe crack the window. She doesn't look so good."

Cassian leaned over and rolled it down a few inches before buckling Nesta in, just as they pulled onto the main road.

"Just go to my apartment, it's closer," Cassian said, when Nesta groaned. Her face paled and she truly did look like she was about to get sick. He hoped she waited until they were back out of the car, or Rhys would never let him forget it. He was anal about his precious Camaro.

They drove in silence for all of five minutes before they pulled into the parking garage of Cassian's apartment complex. He had just gotten Nesta out of the backseat before she puked on his shoes.

Rhysand swore, and Azriel's sympathetic eyes lingered on them as Cassian sighed. "Go have fun. I'll call you tomorrow."

They reluctantly agreed and Cassian knew the moment they drove off that Rhysand was swearing up a storm. He knew how Rhysand felt about his relationship with Nesta, if what they had between them could even be called a relationship. Nonetheless, Cassian held onto her until her stomach was empty before gathering her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs to the second floor. Nesta groaned as her eyes closed, and a few minutes later, they were crossing the threshold of Cassian's studio apartment.

"You smell like shit," Nesta muttered.

"That would be my shoes," Cassian replied, shutting the door behind them with his ass. He kicked them off by the door before carrying Nesta further inside and dropped her on his bed. Once he was sure that she wouldn't roll off, he went to see just how bad the damage was to his favorite boots. He cringed at the sight of them before pushing open the sliding glass door to the balcony and setting them outside. He'd get to them later. They needed some serious attention.

Right now, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, Nesta needed him.

He slipped off his jeans and tossed them on top of his boots before making his way to his dresser and tugging on a pair of clean sweats, happy to be freed of all vomit. When he turned toward Nesta, she was slowly sitting up with a groan. Cassian ran to get the trashcan from the kitchen and had just made it in front of her when she started heaving again.

"Fuck," he muttered, taking her hair in his free hand and holding it back. "How much did you drink?"

She lifted her middle finger in the air as she hurled again. Cassian sighed and waited it out before setting the trashcan aside and holding out his hands.

She blinked, swaying where she sat. "What?"

"I'm cleaning you up. Come on."

She stared at his hands for another second before taking them, fully resigned to her fate. "Go out with Rhys and Az. I'll be fine."

Cassian pulled her to her feet and when she swayed again, he gathered her back into his arms and made the short trek to the bathroom. "I had a long day, anyway. We'd already been out for a few hours. I was ready to come home."

If she knew that was a lie, she didn't call him out on it. He sat her carefully on the vanity and started taking off her heels, setting them aside. He handed her a bottle of mouthwash before turning to fill the tub.

"You don't have to do all this," she said, quietly, and now that her stomach was empty, her head was surely starting to clear a little bit. "I can take care of myself-"

"Yeah, you've proved that," he snapped, then took a deep breath. When he turned back to Nesta, he sighed. "You could at least go out with your sisters so that you're not endangering yourself by drinking so fucking much alone. Guys are dicks, Nesta, you have no idea-"

"I'm not stupid, I know," she snapped back, and Cassian's mouth snapped shut. "Maybe I don't want protecting, and maybe I don't want saving, Cassian. Maybe I want to go do reckless shit and put myself in bad situations."

Cassian shook his head and turned back toward the tub, turning off the faucet. "Get in the tub, you smell like puke and smoke."

Her jaw set stubbornly. "Stop telling me what to do."

"I'm trying to help you!" All of Cassian's calm demeanor left him. It evaporated, and pure frustration consumed him. "Just drop the act for ten fucking minutes and let me help!"

Nesta didn't flinch. She hardly reacted at all. "I didn't ask for your help." The venom in her words sent chills down his spine. "You showed up, uninvited, and ruined everything!"

She pushed Cassian away, hands flat against his chest, but he didn't care, it didn't bother him. This wasn't the first time she pushed him away, both physically or metaphorically, and it wouldn't be the last. "Get in the bath."

They stared at each other for a long time, and when Cassian reached for her, she slipped herself off the counter and angrily started slipping out of her dress. Her breasts were freed in front of him, like she didn't even care, and Cassian's eyes drifted away the moment he saw them. He turned his back to her and started towards the bathroom door. Nesta barked a laugh that held no humor, no light.

"What? You can be the knight in shining armor but you can't see me naked? Surely you've seen a naked woman before, Cass. Surely this is what you wanted, coming to save me. Don't tell me you were doing it out of the goodness of your heart, you-"

Cassian stepped out of the bathroom and slammed the door before she could finish her spiteful rant. Her words fell flat once the sound of the door echoed throughout the small space, and he hated himself for lingering outside of the door to listen, to make sure she was okay.

The water sloshed in the porcelain tub as Nesta sank herself within. She sighed, and then the softest of sobs filled the space. She thought he couldn't hear, thought he wasn't paying attention, thought she had pushed him away enough to have this private moment, but it hadn't worked. He was still right there, as he always was.

He knew Nesta. He knew Nesta more than he knew most people, with the exception of Rhys and Azriel. He knew her, and it didn't matter how much she pushed him away. They were two halves of the same coin, their souls shared a space, and one day she would realize that he was not the villain. And he would wait for that day, because he was a fucking dumbass. Because when that day came, when she forgave herself for her faults and found peace with herself, with her past, she would be his, as she was always destined to be.

He knew that she knew it, knew that she was fighting it because she didn't feel like she deserved an ounce of happiness.

Cassian sighed as he fell back on his bed and ran his hands down his face. He stayed like that for a long time, waiting for Nesta to come out of the bathroom. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, and when half an hour came and went, Cassian grew worried.

Having found his calm, he stood from his bed and knocked on the bathroom door. When no answer came, he started to panic, but when his hand fell on the knob, the quietest of voices came from within. "Yes?"

Cassian swallowed, his chest heavy. "Just checking in. You've been in there a while."

Another few seconds of silence passed. "I, um....I need a towel."

Cassian took one from his little closet and brought it to the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"Yes."

Cassian turned the knob and entered the bathroom. Nesta laid in the tub, her head the only thing above the water. Dark circles drowned her eyes and she looked exhausted, as if she had used every last ounce of energy on her tears. Cassian didn't let his eyes wander her body. His eyes stayed connected to hers. Her hair was still dry.

"You didn't wash your hair."

She shrugged.

"Did you wash your body?"

She shrugged, again.

Cassian sighed, dropping the towel. He grabbed a washrag off the counter and sat down next to the tub.

"It's hard to wash hair in a tub," Nessta said, quietly, emptily.

"Yeah, well," Cassian sighed, "the shower head is broken. I have to get a new one. At least wash your body." He took the washrag in his hand and drowned it in soap. "Here."

Nesta took the rag and ran it down her body until Cassian deemed her acceptable.

"Sit up."

She had no fight left in her. She did as she was told.

He grabbed the cup he'd been using to rinse his hair with and filled it with water before dumping it over Nesta's head. It was cold. She didn't seem to care. She didn't seem to notice. She didn't even glare at him. She hardly moved.

"Here," he said, holding open the shampoo.

Nesta didn't move. "My hair is fine."

"There's puke on the ends."

She shrugged.

Cassian's jaw locked as he poured the shampoo into his hands and ran it through her hair. He massaged it into her scalp and ran it through to the tips of her golden-brown locks. Her eyes closed and she let out a long breath. He rinsed her hair until it ran clear, then pulled the plug and stood, grabbing the towel and holding it up.

It seemed to take all of Nesta's energy to stand and step out of the tub. Cassian wrapped the towel around her, then left the room to let her dry herself off.

In the meantime, he went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water before finding a bottle of Ibuprofen to put on the nightstand for the morning. Then, he went to his dresser and pulled out an old t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. Both would be way too big, but they would be comfortable.

"Here," he said, coming back to the bathroom. Nesta took them, her eyes empty as Cassian went back into the bedroom and laid himself down on his bed. He listened as Nesta dressed, as she used his brush to brush out her hair. He was surprised she managed to do that, despite her current state.

She came into the room a few minutes later, exhausted and dressed in his clothes. He pulled the blankets back and she didn't hesitate before she fell into bed beside him, wrapping herself up in his blankets. Cassian stayed quiet, on top of the blankets, his legs crossed.

"Sleep it off," he murmured. "I'll head to the couch once you-"

"Don't," Nesta whispered, staring at the wall. "Stay. Please."

Please. It was a word that Nesta rarely spoke, one that he was convinced was only reserved for him during her greatest time of need. It was a selfish request, they both knew it, but they also both knew that Cassian would do just that. He would stay.

Every time.

He would stay.

Minutes passed in utter silence before Nesta reached behind her and took his hand. His fingers clasped around hers and neither of them said a word as Nesta's breathing evened out. Cassian's body lost its tension and he found himself slipping under the blankets, but keeping to his side. He continued to hold her hand, though. He never let go.

Even when morning came, their hands remained together, clinging to one another as if nothing else mattered.

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kthsbelle · 2 years ago

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STRAWBERRY HAIRCLIP 🌸🍓

★ summary: female! reader finds a tattooed stranger asleep on her bed in the middle of her squishmellows at a house party.

★ pairing: college!eren jaeger x soft maths major fem!reader ♡

★ warnings + tags: 18+, college au, tattooed eren, softcore cute reader , eren w a snakebite piercing , thick thigh reader , poetry from eren, smut .

★ wordcount: 3,395

a/n: this is my first fic here ! i read a lot of eren au’s today and this idea suddenly came to mind ! i decided to share . please enjoy !

“ not again…” an exasperated sigh fell heavily from your lips like it weighed a thousand pounds . you were standing in front of your house , a small pile of books you had borrowed from the library squeezed against your chest as you looked at the fluorescent lights peaking out of the windows . the bass from inside your house reverberated throughout the neighborhood , and even from the outside , you could distinguish the faint sound of a pop song .

another college party .

your brother was a heavy partier , but you strongly disliked when he did those at home without even warning you first . you had a throbbing headache from having your nose in books all day , practicing for mid-terms . the last thing you needed were drunk college kids slurring around and music blaring in your ears .

rest , you needed rest .

options - doja cat ft JID

you pushed the front door to your house open and instantly wished you hadn’t . as if it was waiting for a chance to hit you , the sound of music rushed to you and assaulted your ears , making you wince back in surprise . “ im gonna kill this asshole,” you grumbled under your breath as you started pushing past the squeezing bodies that danced in the living room .

you stopped in the kitchen which seemed relatively empty , except for a flury of red hair moving between the fridge doors .

“ sasha ?” you called out over the music . the red-headed girl in question jumped in surprise , her head yanking up to smash directly against the frame of the fridge . the force of the action caused it to shake a little . she yelped out in pain . “ are you okay?” you quickly questioned with your hand slapped over your mouth to hold in a laugh .

“ im good , im good !” she quickly said as she stepped away from the fridge with a bottle of tostios�� spinach dip . “ you’re not here for the party , are you ?” she said , eyeing your outfit with an amused look on her face .

you obviously looked misplaced and you knew it . with your printed , pastel yellow high-waist pleated skirt , yellow oversized ‘ LEMON’ sweatshirt and knee high socks , you rather looked like you belonged browsing an empty aisle in a CD store or at barnes and nobles . – and honestly , you wish you were .

your style has always been the epitome of soft girl core , with small stickers adorning your cheeks and orange blush at the tip of your nose . your requirement was to look like a cute fairy nymph at all times .

you’ve been like this for as long as you could remember and before the trend gave it this name . your brother found it endearing , even though he’d mask it by poking fun at you . you didn’t care though , it gave you comfort .

“ where’s my idiot brother ?” you questioned . watching her prying open the bag of chips and scooping up some of the dip . a lot of it .

“ oh – he’s gone somewhere upstairs with katie “ she paused to swallow, “ you don’t wanna see him now…” she shook her head and you quickly caught on to her suggestion .

“ ew!” you grimaced . the last thing you wanted to think about was your brother…doing it .even though he was two years older and you were relatively close , one thing you didn’t want to know about was...this.

you shuddered softly and stepped forward to make way for the drunk couple that stumbled in with their mouth glued to each other in an intense make-out session . your mouth lifted in an annoyed expression while sasha shielded her face away like she had looked directly into the sun for too long , ‘ gross ! connie i dont wanna see this !’

you laughed softly at these two before deciding that your hunt for your brother was over . you just really wanted to sleep – as much as you could despite the music. “goodnight , sash ! and…connie ?” the last part came out like a question as the man seemed to be too preoccupied by the blonde he was kissing . you smiled at the waving sasha before making your way out again.

you inhaled again before diving back in the crowd , looking to reach the stairs that lead to your room . you got a few stares which you completely ignored , not wanting anything to do with drunk college boys . your eyes stayed focused ahead of you , giving the clear message that you weren’t here to have fun . you balanced the books against your chest as you went up the stairs and into the hallway . the sound of the music was considerably lower , but still bothersome . you walked past a few people making out in the hallway , your eyes focused on your white bedroom door at the end of the hall , holding your breath at the mere idea of finally finding solace – peace in your sanctuary . you lifted your knee to allow one arm to reach for the handle while the books took support against the other arm steadily . you twisted the doorknob and wasted no time to walk in your room , but what you saw nearly made you scream for help .

i was never there – the weeknd

in the middle of all your squishmellows , sprawled out , and in a seemingly deep sleep , laid a complete stranger . he wore black cargo pants , a white shirt and a black bomber . he slept comfortably on his back with a tattooed arm draped over his eyes , glossy lips slightly parted letting air through as his chest rose and fell softly . the shiny metal on his lip caught your attention , and you identified it as a snakebite piercing. the position had allowed his shirt to ride up his hips , the V lines showing a sinful path that curved and dipped down inside his Calvin boxers which were peaking out of his pants . the fairy lights above your headboard shone soft golden orbs on him , painting an ironic picture as he laid against your avocado-patterned comforter . you felt your throat closing , strangely aroused by the scene .

you couldn’t stop the book avalanche even if you wanted to . the book on top slipped out of your grip , dragging down all the other ones with it and they subsequently hit the ground with a loud thud . ‘

“shh ! shh !” you tried hushing the book as if they were alive as you knelt on the floor to pick them up . the sleeper immediately froze at the sound before he quickly sat up , his messy bun almost coming undone at the abruptness of his reaction. he stared at you through confused , tired eyes before realization hit him . “ oh shit !” he croaked out , voice deep from his tiredness as he sank on the floor to help you pick them up .

“ w-who are you ?” you questioned while looking down , feeling the tip of your ears go red . why are you even getting shy ? he’s the one in your room .

“ eren. “ the stranger you know as eren held out a small pile of books towards you . you didn’t look at him directly . “you ?”

you mumbled out your name.

his green eyes peeked at one of books he held and a thick eyebrow scrunched in confusion , “ differential …equations…?” the confusion was evident in his tone as his head tilted to decipher the picture on the book cover . a few strands of hair fell above his eyes .

“ applied mathematics major ,” you answered after having swallowed the ball of anxiety that had settled in your throat .

his emerald eyes widened in surprise before a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips , “ for real ? damn . “ you were used to this reaction . most people thought you studied theater or fashion because you always looked like you could be in a winx club live action .

“you ?” you asked back . quickly taking the books from him and dropping them on your lap , the impact causing your thick thighs to jiggle softly . eren did not seem to miss this action , his eyes lasting a minute longer on the sight before looking up at you . you subconsciously thought of the typical college fuckboy majors; business , or music...

“ literature.” it was your turn to show surprise , and the boy chuckled softly at your expression . you couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were .

“ah…” was your answer . you wanted to slap yourself for losing your social skills for a minute , but you were just too tired to handle so many emotions and words at the same time .the boy only chuckled in response , his hand brushing back the bangs that only managed to fall over his eyes again . “you don’t seem convinced .”

miss you – oliver tree , robin schulz

“i’m not,” you answered honestly , a small smile of your own dancing on your lips , “ you look like you study…”

“ business ? music ?” he took the words right out of your mouth as he stood up , extending his hand down towards you . you were suddenly taken aback by how tall he was and how he seemed to command all the attention in the room . you blushed when you realized how close you were to his thigh and quickly grabbed onto his hand to stand up , except he pulled you up harder than you expected and you crashed against his chest . the smug look on his face told you he did it on purpose . your chin rested against his chest , slowly assessing the height difference between you two .

for a moment , his eyes seemed to have darkened into something more primal before they softened again , a smirk curling his lips upwards , “ and you didn’t strike me as a maths major either . “

you rolled your eyes , feeling slightly offended . you turned around and stepped out of his embrace towards your desk , suddenly feeling chilly. you knew it was your insecurities hitting at you – people always had a hard time believing you were smart and it pissed you off . however , you had long moved passed this – or so you thought . how did eren manage to set you off so easily ? it wasn’t even that bad .

he felt the cold air coming from you and raised his hand in defense , “ hey , hey . not saying there's anything wrong with that , you know ? i wouldn’t be able to half of what they do anyway, “ a small smile drew on your lips at his attempt to reprimand . “ plus,” he added as you arranged your books on your desk in no particular order to distract you from your wild pulse , “ its ‘cause you’re really cute . in a…forest pixie kind of way…”

love lost – mac miller , the temper trap

a small giggle broke from you , “makes sense . thanks. “ you answered , bending forward a bit to work your sneakers out of your feet while holding onto the table . the cold air hit the cheeks of your ass which was unknowingly protruding out of your skirt and you heard a sharp breath being drawn behind you .

when you turned around , eren almost looked like he wanted to pounce on you . you cleared your throat gently , feeling blood rush to your lower stomach like molten lava .

“ what do you do in literature anyway ? analyze Shakespeare’s attachment issues ?” this ripped a laugh out of eren . his laugh was even more attractive than his smile - it chimed pleasantly in your ear , sounding boyish but deep .

“ good point . but we did study him a lot .”

you arched an eyebrow and smirked , “ what’s your favorite quote by him , then ?” you asked challengingly , not really expecting him to answer . you just wanted to mock how boys challenged you whenever you expressed interest in something unconventional . eren shrugged before lifting his eyes towards the ceiling in a small moment of contemplation.

“ love is not love which alters when it’s alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken.” he finished the last part , teal eyes boring into your soul .” my favorite author is bell hooks , though.” he added with a small smile .

to say that you were taken aback was an understatement . the tattooed stranger that broke into your room just spoke the most meaningful words in the softest , yet firm tone you’ve heard. you wanted him to recite poems to you over and over.

the two of you stayed silent before you looked towards your bed and back at him . “ uhm…what are you doing in my room , anyway ?” you decided to address the elephant in the room which you should’ve obviously done a while ago .

“ oh , uh i was looking for a bed to crash and sober up and your room smelled good ... like strawberries .” he explained and looked at your bed and the array of squishmellows decorating it with a look that seemed endearing . “ not gonna lie , it’s the most comfortable sleep i’ve ever had .” he said and you smiled with pride knowing that you had invested a lot of money into making yourself the softest , most comfortable bed ever .

“ but , i can leave if you want...” his voiced trailed off as if hoping you would say no - which you did . “ i mean you can stay a while more...”

“ hell yeah ! “ he cheered and let himself fall back on the bed which allowed him to bounce back a few times before he grabbed one of your blue axolotl squishmallows and pressed it against his face . you laughed softly , oddly proud that someone loved your bed so much . your friends always loved staying in your room when they came over, but it’s the first time a stranger - who seemed so different from you expressed such content from being here .

you plopped down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest , looking up down at your hands while you chipped away at your pastel nail polish . eren pulled the plush down slowly , green eyes peeking over at you. “what ?” you asked feeling your face heat up uncontrollably. “ you’re cute. “ he simply said with a smirk before looking up at the ceiling .

you bit your lip from stopping your smile from spreading too much . “you’re flattering me .” you replied as you looked down at your thighs which seemed to have been more exposed than you thought . the elastic at the hem of your thigh-highs sank slightly into your skin , squishing it out in a way that seemed more lewd than you intended . you quickly reached to pull your skirt down but ring-covered fingers pressed against your thigh , the cold metals sending chills down your spine as he blocked your action.

“no.” he said in a semi-commanding tone . “ they look great.” you could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you and moved his hand away after letting it slide down a bit leaving a burning path from where he touched you .

your heart was beating inside your ears at this point and you needed a distraction . “where are your friends anyway... or girlfriend ?” you bit your lip .

white tee - summer walker

this was a bait to see if he had any girl in his life , which , why wouldn’t he ?

“they’re all drunk and annoying right now...and don’t have one” he answered the last part with a smirk on his lip as he looked at you teasingly , long and thick eyelashes that curled at the corner giving him a gracious aura . “ why ? wanted to know if position was empty? “ he asked in a teasing tone .

“ you’re such an ass!” you whined , pushing him with soft laugh to mask your embarrassment at the fact that you were, in fact , checking. eren chuckled and reached towards your face , pointing at one of the stickers adorning your eyes . you understood that he wanted it , so you pulled a little star and placed it against his hand .eren looked at it like it was the first time he’s even seen a sticker.

a small silence settled between you two as you played with your fingers .

“ what about you ?” he suddenly asked after his silent contemplation .

“ nope !”

“damn...how ?” he asked , genuinely confused and you shrugged in response , “ they’re not business majors “ you replied teasingly which made him release another amused laugh . the vibration shocks throughout your body .

eren looked at you silently , bangs brushing agains his long lashes which clearly annoyed him . he tried swatting them away but it never worked . you giggled softly and motioned for him to come closer to you , “ come here,” you told him as you removed one of the hairclips that held your ponytail .

eren obediently scooted closer to you , resting his cheek against your thigh while his hand palmed at either sides of them . “ is that okay ?” he asked . to have the hottest boy you’ve seen resting on your lap ?

YES , YES , YES , YES !!!

“ sure “ you answered and he simply closed his eyes with a content smirk on his lips . you were ready to combust as you reached down , brushing the soft strands of his dark hair away from his face and slicked it back into his messy bun before sliding the hairclip over it and securing it . you smiled as you looked at him . what a contrast it was - this edgy , tattooed man with a strawberry hair clip in his hair . he didn’t seem to care either .

“i’d eat you out real good right now .” the words he let out almost made you choke on air. he opened his eyes looking back at you and he was dead serious.

the man let out a laugh at your expression before closing his eyes again , his lustful expression suddenly gone like it was never here . “ don’t worry , i won’t.”

you probably looked at him like he grew two heads . you didn’t say anything back , your stomach in knots. he was so hot , it hurt . would you really pass up an opportunity like this ? when the last time you even got laid ? this time by the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on .

“what if i want you to...?” you attempted back , voice coming out small but hopeful .

suddenly the hands that were resting so softly against your thighs tightened their grip and eren smirked at he lifted his head . “good girl” he praised

you gasped softly as he pushed your back to the bed , your cunt throbbing uncontrollably . he parted your legs and knelt between them , his erection pressing against your thigh . he felt so hard . you bit down your lip , feeling your wetness spill out . “ wanted to eat that pussy the second i saw you on that floor...” he admitted , his voice low and guttural . his fingers pulled your panties down and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders . his fingers separated your puffy folds , exposing your pussy completely to the cold air . you bit down your lip , letting out a needy whine causing your tiny hole to clench around nothing and eren nearly felt his mouth water . “shit...” he breathed before sticking his tongue out , letting fingers collect the saliva on them before rubbing them on your bare folds . you didn’t need any lubrification , but he just wanted his spit on you . he was convinced he’d never seen a pussy like this . he was about to dip his head down and eat you like a caveman when you stopped him mid-action.

“eren ?” you asked , blushing beet red . he was confused but paused to listen , hoping you didn’t want him to stop already . “ c-can you tell me another poem ?” the man couldn’t help the smile on his face. “ you wanna be talked to while getting your pretty pussy eaten ?” he mused before nodding, “ of course, princess. “

he dipped down between your thighs , his hot tongue sliding down your folds .

“by my soul,”

his hands squeezed your thighs around his head even more , like he wanted be suffocated . you moaned out at the delicious contact of his tongue gliding down to your hole.

“ i can neither eat”

his lips closed around your clit , his piercing brushing against it making your body jolt on the bed. “eren !”

“drink”

his lips sucked on one of your labia folds before releasing it. “fuck - eren !”

“nor sleep;”

he lifted his head and ran the flat of his tongue against your whole cunt before moving his head sideways to place kisses on your inner thighs , his warm breath fanning soothingly over your skin .

“nor– “ a finger dipped in your hole , slowly thrusting in and out. you screamed his name again, body shaking on the bed, “,what’s still worse , ” he placed another kiss against your pussy ,

“love any woman in the world but her.”

his head dipped down again, and this time, he wouldn’t stop eating you out. you felt pleasure ripple through your body in delicious waves as your eyes closed and you let yourself go . the last thing you saw between your thighs was his dark glossy hair and the strawberry hairclip that held his bangs together .

#belle’s writings 🎧! ♡ ✶ . ࣪ ׅ #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger #eren jaeger x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #levi ackerman #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #eren jaeger imagine #college eren jaeger #eren x reader

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goldenkirstein · 4 years ago

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i'd be home with you

or alternatively, jean has a bad day at work, and you pamper him

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zuzu requested: Modern AU Jean/fem reader where Jean comes home after a really long day at work (his shift ends later than yours does so you always come in a few hours before him) He's in a rly pissy mood but you think it's adorable so you give him a nice tight hug and he relaxes a bit 😭 then you coax him towards the bedroom so you can pamper him, asking him to place his head on your lap so you can rub his temples until he falls asleep...

pairing: jean x fem! reader

wc: 2.2k+

tags: fluff, some angst (?) modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.

a/n: this was so much fun to write, I love jean and always wanna take care of him bhsbhsbh, i changed up some things to make it fit, and it kinda got a teeeeensy but angsty but not too much. i hope you enjoy.

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You outstretched your arms, eyes glancing over to the clock in the corner of the living room.

Jean should be home soon.

The sound of the ticking clock filled the room as you laid back down on the couch, the side of your face pressed against the cool leather of the armrest, fingers lazily grazing over the pale white stitches, the bumps and ridges comforting you while you waited for your husband to come home.

Not too long after, you heard the familiar noise of the keys jingle against the doorknob, prompting you to shift your body to watch Jean as he walked through the front door; your lips quirked into a gentle smile, and you got up to greet him.

However, you noticed that he wasn’t his usual cheery self today. Weariness was clear as day on his face. He raised his eyebrows at you, the only indication that he acknowledged your presence.

He struggled to slip off his shoes until eventually sighing and reaching down to untie them, hair falling in front of his face, he cursed under his breath. You let out a giggle, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth, suppressing the noise.

“What are you laughing about?” He furrowed his brows, following your eyes until he realized you were staring at the socks peeping out of his shoes.

Tiny fried eggs decorated the navy socks he was wearing. He looked back up at you, an amused expression on your face, still trying to suppress your laughter.

His shoulders drooped, and he scowled at you, “knew I shouldn’t have worn these dumb socks today.”

You frowned and made your way over to him, “aww, baby, I wasn’t laughing at you, and hey, you love those socks! You look so cute with them on! ”

Jean turned his face away from you, “I’m not cute,” your frown deepened, and you brought your hand up to his face, causing him to look at you. Your wedding band was cool contrast against his cheek.

“Sure you are, my love. Did you not have a good day today?” At that, his eyes fluttered shut. He brought his hand up to remove yours; however, his hand lingered, resting on top of yours.

“Gonna take that as a no then.”

He nodded in agreement before opening his eyes and dropping his hand. You traced your fingers on his cheek until moving your arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Jean wrapped his arms around your torso, relaxing into your touch. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne, “missed you today, baby.”

You felt him release a deep breath, and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He hugged you tighter in response to your action, “missed you too.” His voice a low grumble.

Jean let go first, mumbling a quick thank you, and he gave you a slight smile, the first sign of happiness you could see on his face since he walked through the door minutes prior.

He began to bend down to finish taking off his shoes before you stopped him, “Nuh-uh, come with me.”

You gently tugged him up by elbow before clasping his hand in yours, leading the both of you into your bedroom. He opened his mouth in protest, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, hun? Someone requires some T.L.C.” Pronouncing every letter with a slight lilt in your voice, you turned your head to smile at your husband; his eyebrows were still furrowed, shoulders carrying the weight of the day on him. You knew that if you left Jean to his own devices, he would end up bottling his feelings and act like nothing was wrong.

Your feet padded gently into the room; Jean followed suit. He pulled at your hand to let him go, but you weren’t giving up that easy. He was a stubborn man, no doubt about it, but after years of being together, when it came to Jean, you were just as headstrong.

Smoothing your palm over the soft beige bedsheets, you sat down, tapping your clothed thigh, “come lay down; you’ll feel better if you do.” You watched the man in front of you clench his jaw, tired, hazel eyes gazing into yours.

“I haven’t even taken my shoes off yet.” He sighed; your only response was to tug him closer to your seated frame. Pouting your lips up at him, you watched him chew the inside of his cheek before finally obliging.

“See, that wasn’t so hard” You grinned as you saw Jean sit down next to you and lay his head in your lap, ash brown hair splaying across your thighs. He hummed in content when he felt you run your fingers through the hair near his temples. “You wanna talk about what happened?” Jean shook his head, furrowing his brows once again. You swiped your thumb over the creased skin, causing his expression to soften.

He blinked his eyes up at you, “you don’t have to do this; I’m fine.” He tried to get up, but you pressed your palm against his chest, eyes pleading. You tilted your head at him, gazing with tenderness before hunching over to lightly kiss his forehead.

“Let me take care of you, Jeanie? Please?”

He laid back down, allowing you to rub his temples, taking away the pain of the day. It was the least you could do; on days where you felt unloveable, Jean would be there for you, holding you, whispering reassurances in your ear, delicately reminding you of his love and lending his strength to you when you needed it. So, while it pained your heart to watch Jean feel less than, it was second nature to you; you would always be there for him when he needs it.

The repetitive movements of the pads of your fingers against his head were soothing him, Jean’s eyelids were heavy, the time he spent with his eyes shut getting longer and longer with each passing minute.

“Haven’t taken my socks off.” He whispered, sleep overtaking him; his speech was slightly slurred.

“Don’t worry, you just sleep.” You continued massaging his head until his breathing steadied, eyes no longer opening. You smiled at the sight; he looked so peaceful and beautiful when he slept. Pausing your movements, you bent down and gave him another kiss on his forehead, smoothing the hair on his head.

You lifted him off your lap, sliding out from underneath him, and softly placed his head down on a pillow, careful not to disturb him. He shifted, turning to face the window next to the bed. The sun was beginning to set, and the slivers of orange light peeking through the curtains dusted over Jean’s face.

“My beautiful boy.” Warmth spread over your chest as you watched your husband rest, content that at this moment, his worries were not plaguing him.

You slid off his shoes, chuckling at the sight of socks once more. Jean had called the socks dumb, but you knew that he loved them. When you got them for him for his birthday, you remembered how he laughed when he unwrapped the package; the sound rang through the air, causing you to giggle at his reaction, before he reached over to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek, murmuring a soft thank you through a wide-toothed smile.

After pulling off his socks, you quietly got him out of his dress shirt and pants and slipped a pair of sweatpants over his legs before drawing the comforter over his body and placing a kiss on his shoulder.

Jean awoke to the smell of spices wafting in from the kitchen; he rubbed his eyes. It was dark outside. He wondered how he got into bed; the last thing he remembered was him laying in your lap.

Oh.

The young man felt a wave of guilt wash over his body. He realized that he was wearing sweatpants, his office attire neatly hanging in the closet adjacent to him. Jean groaned and pulled the covers off his body; had he been sleeping all this time? You were working away in the kitchen, you even took off his shoes, and here he was, lazing away like a dog.

It was pathetic, he thought, making you take care of him just because he had a bad day at work. Jean stepped out of the bedroom; stretching out his limbs, he made his way over to the kitchen, the smell of food getting more robust with each step.

You turned when you heard the soft padding of his feet against the kitchen tile, “you’re awake! Did you sleep well?” You beamed at him before turning your attention back to the stovetop.

He padded over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “you seriously don’t have to do this; I’m alright.” His voice husky, vibrating against your back.

You shifted your body to look at him, quizzical expression painting your face, “why won’t you let me pamper you? Don’t you deserve that?”

Jean was silent.

“You don’t have to be perfect for me, Jean.” Your hand left the handle of the pan and held onto the hands around your middle. “Let me carry some of that burden. Let me.”

“It’s not fair.” Jean’s eyes between yours and the food on the stove.

“What’s not fair, baby? You take care of me when I’m sick when I can barely get out of bed. Isn’t that the vow we made to each other?” You paused, watching as Jean’s head fell into the crook of your neck. “I won’t love you any less, and I certainly will not let you act like everything is fine when it’s not. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but just allow me to look after you.”

“You tell me how much you love me every day, so let me show you how much I love you through this, okay?”

Jean wondered what stars aligned for him to find someone like you. He still felt guilty, but he knew that arguing would be futile, so he finally succumbed, “I love you.”

His mouth curled up into a slight smile; he meant it every time he said it, even when the both of you had been arguing or when you left for work, he meant it every single time.

You didn’t think it was possible, but your heart grew in fondness for Jean, “I know.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before returning yours to the handle.

Jean’s stomach grumbled, causing him to groan. You let out a laugh, “See, I knew you hadn’t eaten at work. Go sit; I’ll finish up this Omurice.”

He slipped his arms away from your waist before going to sit on the stool near the kitchen island, head resting on his propped-up palm, watching as you plate up the food.

His eyes twinkled with adoration, the guilt in his chest dissipating as he noticed how much care you’re putting into the meal. There was a time that Jean didn’t think he was worthy of being loved, but having you in his life pieced him back together again.

You made your way over to him, handing him a fork and setting down the plate. Your husband took it from your hands, giving you a questioning look, before taking a bite. His eyes widened, “this is really fucking good, here try some.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, glad that he liked the food; Jean brought the fork to your lips, which you opened, the warm rice and luscious egg filled your mouth, you shut your eyes, savouring the taste, "holy shit."

Jean laughed at your surprise, taking another bite of the food. You went over to a drawer to grab a fork before sitting next to him to eat.

When both of you finished your meal, you stood up to grab the plate to clean it. However, Jean halted you before you could pick it up, "let me."

His voice came out a gentle whisper, but it was sincere; you nodded your head, relaxing back in your seat, watching as the man went around the kitchen island to clean the utensils.

He worked swiftly in silence. After drying the plate and placing it in the cupboard, Jean looked up at you, "thank you for this."

"You don't have to thank me, my love."

He blushed at your words, "still, I'm so lucky to have you; I don't know if I tell you that enough."

You stood up and made your way over to Jean, his hands rested on your hips, and you moved your fingers to brush away the few strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. He smiled tenderly at you before pulling you closer to him by your hips.

He pressed his lips against yours, and you reciprocated the kiss, soft lips melding against each other. His hands travelled up your sides, eventually cupping your face. You smiled against his lips before pulling away.

"I'll love you always, Jean." Your hands came up to hold his, and you turned your cheek to press a kiss into his palm.

"I know."

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whumpshaped · 2 years ago

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for seth (ofc,,,) 66, 49, 16 ??

no pressure, take your time :D

16. Drug them into paralysis

49. Bite their neck

66 has been done already :)

this isnt canon whatsoever so im just gonna go to town. el can have this. as a treat. have some of the yandere el au

tw noncon drugging, kidnapping, reluctant whumper, past trauma, disordered eating, blood

The drugs kicked in sooner than they thought, and Seth's insults became slurred before eventually stopping altogether. El felt uneasy about doing such things... They wished they'd had persuasion, so they could've just gotten it over with quickly and without pumping him full of questionable chemicals.

"S-Sorry," they muttered as they finally approached Seth's limp body, picking him up bridal style. It was strange to have been able to do that, at half his size. "I won't- I won't hurt you, I swear, I just... d-didn't want you hurting me... 'm sorry..."

When they found out that Seth was alive, they immediately rented a small apartment with the allowance they got from Bellamy. They knew that if the other three found out, Seth would be in danger, horrible, horrible danger, and they couldn't lose him again. They'd already watched Bellamy kill them once. They couldn't bear it again.

They brought their former owner inside the little apartment, gently laying him down onto the bed. "This- this was the only thing I c-could think of... to- to protect you? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I know this- this is horrible. I'm sorry. B-But if Am or anyone found out that you were alive... I d-don't want you to get hurt..."

Seth was still paralysed, and El didn't leave their side for a moment. They were anxious. What if they miscalculated the dosage? What if they were the one hurting Seth? They couldn't leave until they'd made sure he was okay.

The minutes ticked by, and El was starting to get hungry. They hadn't eaten in days. They were going through a rough patch, one of those times where they only pretended to go outside to feed before coming back with an empty stomach. It was probably the stress that had come with the news.

They couldn't help but notice how... good Seth's blood smelled. They could now understand what Kane had been feeling, partially. They shifted in their seat, uncomfortable by the thought that crept into their mind.

Bite him. He won't even feel a thing, paralysed like this.

They bit the inside of their cheek to keep themself in check. No biting. Absolutely no biting Seth. None.

Maybe just a little.

No.

He wouldn't feel it.

Because I've drugged them.

The smell of blood was getting overwhelming, and El inched closer. "W-Would- would you mind- would you mind if I drank, j-just a little? I'm- I'm so hungry, please..."

The lack of response only made them more desperate. The hunger made them believe it was okay, since there was no objection to it.

"I won't ever d-do it again. I swear. Just- just this once, please..." They climbed on the bed, careful not to touch Seth any more than absolutely necessary. "I'm so sorry."

Their fangs sunk into his neck with ease, and they gulped the blood down with such urgency that it would've been clear to anyone watching that El hadn't been eating well. They planned to only take a little, just a tiny bit to allow them to go until they were back home. But once they started drinking, it was impossible to stop until they were full.

They pulled away panting and guilt-ridden, getting off the bed immediately. "S-Sorry, I'm sorry... I- I'll get a bandaid..."

#asks #spk au #pumpkin baby #writer whumper

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plinkcat-gif · 2 years ago

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w. what does codependent summer obkk mean. I get the ship but. is it an album is it an au is it even in summer pls talk about it I am very curious

bro we r in the same boat i ask myself these same things every time i think about it

*lil tw for implied painkiller addiction and also obito calls kakashi a slur once djsjajjd*

also disclaimer i’ve never actually engaged with writing/coming up with an au that isn’t wholesome and/or mythical so this is all new to me etc etc i’m so tired lmao

so it’s an au loooooosely based on the album how to be a human being by glass animals (i’m holding the album hostage in my brain i love it) and it takes place year-round (high school experience) but the vibes it gives me are simply summer vibes JSJAKAJD (also i see it happening southwest where it’s decently warm year-round anywayyy, so)

it’s mostly just bad decisions and treating each other like shit with a side of “i literally cannot live without you”

obito suffers from general chronic pain from a car wreck he was in where both his parents died. he lives with madara now who is kind of abusive mostly in the strict “be a man” way. emotional repression. that kinda stuff. but if u know me and u know my bc of obito, that doesn’t work for him because he is a Feelings Guy. so he and madara don’t get on very well.

his major area of pain is in his hip/leg/knee/etc and on bad days he’ll use a brace and crutches. on a good day he might not need either, but those are rare. usually he just goes with the crutches and pain meds. this all sucks bc he was a really good basketball player in middle school and definitely would’ve gotten a scholarship later if it weren’t for the injury (happened summer after ninth grade). this really bums him out and madara isn’t exactly happy either, hence depression and general mood swings, etc etc. also most of his emotion comes out in anger or making out with kakashi so. yeaj.

kakashi would be fine except sakumo is sick and he spends any time he has at home caring for him. but he also has to go to school and go to track practice because it’s his only hope of getting a scholarship and getting into college, sakumo’s one dream for him. he also has to work and pay for basically everything he might need because while sakumo can work from home, he often doesn’t have the energy and doesn’t get paid as much anymore (his boss, tsunade, is lenient with sick days because she understands, but she can’t be all forgiving).

he’s also asthmatic on top of this and frequently gets into near-fights with obito over his smoking problem (he doesn’t care if he smokes but he’s not going over to his house ever again and if he pulls out his pack near him kakashi will grab it and throw it as far as he can)

rin is also here, i haven’t figured out her backstory yet but she’s just as fucked up and i know that her parents don’t really care for her either, or like. they have too much lenience. she still wants to become a doctor and she has great grades and stuff, but she also spends any extra time outside of that with kakashi and obito which i’ll elaborate on later. she supports kakashi’s berating of obito’s smoking.

also considering her parents being constrictingly religious and her hating it and becoming a teenage rebel but like. not in the cute media way dsjsjdhsj

no plot outside of kakashi wants to get the hell out, obito’s pissed because he probably won’t be able to but he’s also a little emotionally stunted and can’t admit he’s in love with kakashi and doesn’t want him to leave, and rin just cannot wait to leave this town behind forever.

scenarios i have in mind are:

- obito cares a lot about his car. it’s a dinged up jeep that he bought practically dead, but has fixed up since then to be almost brand new. (still needs a paint job and new seats but it’s perfect otherwise). kakashi and rin steal it in the middle of the night and speed it down the highways outside of town, take it off roading a bit, etc. obito is pissed and almost beats the shit out of them the next day. the only reason he does not is because they run away. he can’t find it in him to hold a grudge since they didn’t actually do any damage to it, but he still gives kakashi a black eye for doing it lmao

- kakashi tries once to hold obito’s hand while they’re sitting on a bench late at night. obito calls him a faggot and kakashi flips him off. he then continues to do it over the next few weeks until obito finally gives up and lets him. he doesn’t not and will not admit that he likes it.

- they have a huge fight at the end of their senior year because kakashi’s leaving and obito’s fucking pissed. obito calls kakashi a whore and accuses him of only using him for gratification and other things he doesn’t mean (he is not entirely wrong), kakashi accuses obito of being an addict and a bunch of things he doesn’t really mean (he is not entirely wrong). they don’t talk to each other until kakashi barges into obito’s house the day before he leaves to start goodbye, and they forgive each other. but obito’s got shit to work through and kakashi admits he won’t be able to focus on obito as much as he should while he’s away. he’ll be back when he finishes.

- in the years following, obito spends most of his time with sakumo, helping him. he’s on an upward recovery, and becomes a better father figure to him that madara ever could be.

- lots of cliff jumping and making out, not necessarily at the same time (but also it can be ;)) nsfw if u want but i’m not gonna talk ab that lmao that’s up for interpretation

- if they do get with rin, it’s years later when they’re all like. healed and better.

- kakashi and obito and rin were great friends as kids and everything was a lot more wholesome before shit went down.

#kirpy answers #ugh i’m tired i hope this is coherent #also don’t come at me for this au i’m not used to writing stuff like this my realm is in the wholesome supportive relationship one dsjskdjsj #this au is mostly vibes idk. idk i’m terrified of even sharing this publicly lmao

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kiirokero · 4 years ago

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Outro: Love is Not Over (7)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Family issues, mentions of adoption, mentions of abandonment, mentions of anger issues, some nasty words are said, self-doubt, I think that’s it (?)

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: Ah, I’m sorry for the angst. But it’ll get better! Soon :(

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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“W-What? Baby no...”

Tears started falling from Yunho’s eyes as he held on tight to his stuffed animal and buried his face into my chest. I held him close and put my hand on his back, gently rocking him back and forth. “Baby, why’d you ask that?” I whispered to him.

Yunho took in deep, shaky breaths as he tried to calm himself the way I taught him. “I-I was at school... a-and that boy asked me...” He hiccupped, I continued to rock him back and forth, petting his hair just the way he likes it. “Hey, baby, it’s okay,” I kissed the top of his forehead and hugged him tighter.

But Yunho just cried harder, holding onto me as tight as he could. “H-He said that... Y-You can’t be my Eomma c-cause y-you... You don’t have ears... Or a tail...” His words made my heart squeeze. It hurt. It hurt to hear those words come from Yunho.

It’s not that I never expect these things to come up. We talked about it regularly, the two of us. Yunho knows I’m human. Yunho knows he didn’t get his hybrid features from me. Yunho knows he... had a father. He doesn’t ask about him. Whether that be because he doesn’t care or it confuses him to know that he had a father, but not anymore... I wouldn’t know.

However, just because I knew this would happen, didn’t mean my heart hurt any less. “Oh bub, I may not be a hybrid, but I’m still your Eomma,” I whispered to him. Yunho nodded into my chest, sniffling. “And you can tell Eomma anything, okay?” I said, pulling him back so he could look at me.

Yunho’s lip wobbled as he whispered, “Anything?” I nodded, smoothing down his frizzed hair, “Anything,” Yunho looked away from me before he whimpered, “When I said that you were my real Eomma... He didn’t believe me and asked if my Appa was human too...” His voice started to crack and new tears pricked the corner of his eyes, “When I said I-I don’t h-have an Appa... He asked why... But I don’t know why Eomma...” Yunho sobbed, coughing as he attempted to choke down his cries. “Why don’t I have an Appa, Eomma?”

I bitterly held back the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes. This was about Yunho, not me. Even though I wanted to hold Yunho tight to my chest and sob with him, I couldn’t. Even if I wanted to whisper to him that I didn’t know, and that I was sorry, I had to pull myself together by the thin threads I’ve been using to sew myself up for years.

Yunho continued to sob as I wracked my brain for an answer. How was I supposed to tell my son that his glorified sperm donor wanted nothing to do with him? I can’t. “Hey, baby, look at me,” I cooed, cupping Yunho’s wet face and turning it towards mine. “Baby, remember what Eomma taught you? Deep breaths, okay? Eomma’s here, you’re okay,” I whispered to him as Yunho tried his best to take deep breaths.

We both sat there for 5 minutes, taking deep breaths together as we listened to the crickets play their harmony outside. “It’s okay, baby,” I whispered to him as his breathing steadily calmed down. “Some families, like us, only have Eommas. Some only have Appas. But we’re still a family, bub,” I explained, desperately trying to avoid the topic.

Luckily, it worked. Yunho nodded in understanding and held me tight, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck. “I love you Eomma,” Yunho whispered to me, and I felt tears prick up in my eyes again. “I love you too, bub,” I whispered back, desperately blinking back my tears.

“Why don’t I have an Appa, Eomma?”

Those words will forever haunt me, and I knew it. If only I could give Yunho the perfect family. A father that could love him and guide him in ways I couldn’t. A father that could teach him how to lift his other ear. He’s been working so hard on it. A father that could teach him what being a hybrid should mean to him. I couldn’t do that. But god I wish I could.

Why couldn’t you be a good person, Chul?

It was a rainy day. A thunderstorm was rolling through town, making the small apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Chul, frigid. The chill air was wafting through the broken window in our living room. The cracked glass a grim reminder of the anger issues that plagued Chul.

I could still hear the yelling in my ears, even if it was 2 days ago. I could see why he got upset, it was a bad day at work, we all had those days. But he didn’t have to take it out on the window. Now you were stressed with calling maintenance to explain that Chul had, yet again, damaged something in the apartment during a fit of rage.

I sighed, wrapping the blanket around my feverish body tighter. I wasn’t feeling too good this morning. When I woke up, I felt nauseous and light-headed. I could barely pull myself out of bed, but I persevered and got up anyway. I didn’t want to hear from Chul that I was being lazy. I already felt like shit, I didn’t need his accusations making it even worse.

Arguments seem to be the only words we exchange with each other nowadays.

But it was just getting worse, and I didn’t know what to do. I rashly decided to pick up my phone and call Yoongi. He was smart, he’d know what to do. After a couple rings, Yoongi finally picked up with his same dull tone.

“Sup buttercup?” He asked.

“Yoongs... I’m not feeling so well this morning...” I groaned, swallowing down the sickening lump in my throat.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a little more animation in his voice than before.

“I just feel sick... and hot...” I complained, sinking into the couch.

“Sick in the sniffles way or puke way?”

“Puke way,”

“Damn, did you eat anything funny?” I could hear the worry in Yoongi’s voice as he asked his question.

“No, nothing like that,”

“I’ll send Hyejin over to watch you, okay? I call you after I’m done with work,”

“Okay, thanks Yoongs,” I slurred, feeling exhausted suddenly.

“It’s nothing, feel better soon, yeah?”

Soon, Hyejin arrived with a bag full of medicine and my favorite snacks. “I heard your not feeling your best,” Hyejin gave me a sympathetic smile as she placed her hand on my forehead. “You’re quite warm, but you’re not burning up, which is good,” She hummed, setting down the bag on the coffee table and sitting across from me on the couch.

Hyejin continued to ask me questions about what I ate, what I did, if anyone I was around was sick. I answered no to every question. Explaining that I felt heavily nauseous this morning, but it got better throughout the day. Now I was just squeamish and warm.

“Alright, you don’t have a cough, or a stuffed nose. You don’t have the symptoms of anything, really. And if you didn’t eat anything weird, then it can’t be food poisoning.” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Ya know, it was kinda like me when I first got pregnant-” Her eyes suddenly widened in realization as she looked at me.

“W-What...?” I asked nervously.

“No no no no. This cannot be happening. Hyejin, this can’t be happening!” I sobbed as I threw the positive pregnancy test across the bathroom and collapsed on the tile floor. Hyejin quickly knelt down beside me and held me in her arms. “Hey, Y/n it’s okay. It’ll be okay,” She said, holding me tight. “No! You don’t understand! Chul will kill me!” I cried, laying my head on her shoulder.

“Y/n it is not your fault you’re pregnant. Birth control never prevents these things 100%. You’re just... One of the odd ones out,” She soothed, her soft tail wrapping around my shaking form. “What do I do?” I whispered, holding Hyejin close to me.

“It’s entirely your choice. But whatever you decide, Yoongi and I will be there for you no matter what,” Hyejin promised.

“I have to tell Chul...” I whimpered out, feeling the chilling claws of fear wrap their arms around my throat. “God, I have to tell Chul...”

“When is he coming home?” Hyejin asked.

“Soon... He said he should be home around 3pm,” I explained, standing up on my shaky legs.

Hyejin stood up next to me and grabbed the pregnancy test I threw, ushering me out of the bathroom and back on the couch. “When he gets home, we’ll explain what's happening, and work through it okay?” Hyejin explained, taking my hand in hers. I nodded, too choked up to speak. “Y/n,” Hyejin called, getting me to look at her, “Whatever happens, you always have Yoongi and I, okay?”

And with what little hope I had, we did tell Chul.

But I’ll never forget the words we exchanged.

The argument we had.

“Whatever. I want nothing to do with you or that thing growing inside you.”

Yunho I wish I could tell you that your father was a good person, and that he loved you. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth...

After Yunho and I had our moment, he refused to go to sleep. He was stuck to my side like glue. “Eomma, don’t go,” He said when I tried to tuck him in for the night. And I didn’t. I knew that sometimes the last thing a person needed was to be left alone. Yunho needed someone to ground him, and I was more than happy to be that someone. Even if I, myself, was crumbling.

So now the two of us were sitting on the living room couch watching late night re-runs of old cartoons that I remember watching when I was 10. We just cuddled in silence. Yunho snuggled into my side while I wrapped around his tiny frame. Suddenly my phone rang, Hoseok’s face popping up on the screen.

I starred at the faltering picture of the man that lit up the screen. He was occupied with reading a book to the children he was teaching that day. Hyejin sent me the picture. Saying that he was “father material”

“Hello?” I answered, putting the phone up to my ear. Not wanting to think about Hoseok’s “father material” any longer. “Hey Y/n, are you two okay? You seemed pretty worried when you had to leave,” Hoseok asked. I cringed, feeling bad about having to leave him all alone. I made a note to make it up to him when I felt better.

“Um... Yeah.. Yeah, we’re okay just- Family... Issues... Yunho’s a bit upset,” I explained, holding Yunho just a little bit tighter. “Oh no. Is there anything I can do?” He asked, worry laced in his voice. I chuckled, finding his worry for us cute. “I don’t think so, Hoseok... “ I sighed. “Wait! I know! I have ice cream. I can come over and we can chow down. What do you say?” Hoseok offered, and I could almost see the cute smirk that was most likely plastering his face.

“Sure, why not?”

#bts #bts fic #hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #hobi #bts hybrid au

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lilchibi-chan · 3 years ago

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Hawks Mafia AU x Reader Pt. 3

After you got in from your brunch date, you washed your face of the little makeup you had on and change out of your outside clothes and into an oversized tee. You put on some tv and ended up falling asleep.

When you finally wake up, it’s 6:30.

“Wow, it didn’t even feel like I slept that long,” you say to yourself

Last night, you barely slept, so you knew that sleeping tonight would probably be an issue because of how long you slept this afternoon.

You decide to get up and take a shower, switching between hot and cold to wake yourself up and then leaving it on warm to finish. Once you get out, you put on some lotion and perfume.

You head to your bedroom, wrapped in your robe, to pick out some cute lounge wear since Hawks was coming over.

You take out a nude bra and leggings set and then a black bra and leggings set (think skims inspired) and hold them up in front of your mirror.

“Mochi, what do you think?”

Mochi is your white Akita that you adopted after you got out of school. You had some left over money after you had paid everything for the month and you always wanted a dog since you left home and it made your time away less lonely.

Mochi is well behaved and loves to cuddle and is only temperamental when he feels there is something off.

He walks over to you and boops the nude set.

“I think so too buddy,” you say agreeing and put on the loungewear.

You also grab a chunky cardigan to wear over it.

You glance at your alarm clock and see that it’s 7:30.

You were starting to get a bit nervous because it had been a while since you had a man at your apartment and even though you knew Hawks would never do anything to take advantage of you based on his behavior thus far, you were still a bit anxious.

Time passes by and at 8 on the dot, you hear your door bell. You look at your phone to see Hawks standing outside with flowers and take out.

“Coming,” you say excitedly and you go to answer the door

You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Wow baby bird, you look stunning,” he says, almost breathless

“Thank you,” you say shyly

“Do you need any help with those,” you say moving aside to let him into your apartment

“No, I got it,” he says setting the food on the kitchen counter

He turns to face you, flowers in hand.

“These are for you, humming bird,” he says handing them to you

“Thank you, they’re beautiful,” you say and then hug him

“They don’t have anything on you,” he says taking your hands in his and kissing them

You blush

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you say sarcastically

“Believe it or not kid, I don’t go on that many dates. I’ve had flings and relationships that didn’t mean anything, but you’re different. I can actually let my walls down with you. Your energy is very calming and I can’t help but be relaxed around you,” he says honestly

You stand there, not knowing how to respond

“Oh god, w-was that too much. I’m sorry I-”

“No, you’re fine,” you say cutting him off,“it’s just, I’ve never heard anyone be so honest about how they feel so confidently.”

“Well, in my line of work, honesty is the best policy,” he says with a cheeky smile

“You’re so corny,” you say laughing

“You just bring it out of me,kid”

You sit down on one of your bar stools at the island in the kitchen and Hawks is on the other side, taking out all the food.

“It’s Thai. I hope that’s okay,” he says worried

“It’s fine, I love Thai food,” you say smiling, which eases his nerves

“Good..I’m glad, I was unsure of what to get on the way over here,” he says honestly

Just then, Mochi comes out from your room and makes a b-line for Hawks. Once there, Mochi starts sniffing him, making sure he’s not sus.

“Mochi,” you say,“c’mere boy. Sorry, he usually doesn’t just run up on people like that.”

“No it’s okay. He’s fine,” Hawks says,“I’m sure he was just checking on his mom and wondering who this weird guy is in his home.”

Mochi continues to sniff around Hawks and then he sits right next to and nudges Hawks’ hand with his nose.

“What’s up, buddy? You want some head pats,” he says in a baby/puppy voice

Mochi head tilts in response and places his head under Hawks’ hand.

Hawks pets Mochi’s head and ruffles the fur around his face.

You take a picture on your phone causing both Mochi and Hawks to snap their direction towards you.

You burst out laughing.

“You guys look,so cute,” you say with a smile

“Sorry kid, but I’ll have you know, I am devilishly handsome, not cute,” Hawks says

“Mmm I still think you’re very cute,” you say egging him on

He walks around to your side of the island and turns you around in the bar stool, so that you’re facing him.

He stands in between your legs and puts his arms on either side of you, resting his hands on the counter. He lowers himself down to speak into your ear.

In a low voice he says,“Baby I promise you, I am anything but cute.”

He moves his attention back to your face, smirks and walks back to side of the island he was originally on.

“Let’s eat, honey,” he says and starts dishing out some of the food he brought over

“O-okay,” you say flustered

You do your best to bring yourself back to earth, but now you find yourself stealing glances of Hawks, wondering what came over him, what came over YOU, what else hasn’t he shown you yet. You became more intrigued by the mysterious man that you are having dinner with.

For the rest of the night, you both spend it drinking and enjoying each other’s company.

By the end of the night, you both finish a bottle and a half of wine and you feel yourself grow tired due to the alcohol taking over your body.

“Hawks,” you say slurring the s and slightly loud, causing him to direct his attention towards you

“Yes, baby bird,” he says massaging your temples, as your head lay on his shoulder

“Why me? You’re handsome and rich and seem well traveled, but I’m just a regular girl. Why choose me to go on a date with,” you say quite timid

“Because baby bird, as you so put it, you are a regular girl. You’re nothing like women that I’ve been involved with, so to speak. You’re kind, caring, smart, funny, good with animals and last, but certainly not least, you’re beautiful. Inside and out,” he says honestly

“Hawks, you barely know me,” you say directly

“Yes, but I’ve observed you long enough to know what kind of person you are,” he says

You look at him with a shocked expression.

“Woah, not like that,” he says frantically,“just while you work, how you treated people. I learned you were someone worth having in my life and that night when I saw that guy harassing you, I just wanted to protect you. It was like this instinct kicked in and I just had to help. I couldn’t bare the thought of what would’ve happened had I or anybody for that matter, not have done something to help.”

You sit there stunned by his words. Next, you do the unthinkable, well for you.

You grab Hawks by his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Things start to get heated and Hawks stops you.

“Baby bird, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, if and when we get to this point of our relationship, I want it to be special for us. I don’t want to treat you like a fling and…I have an early work day tomorrow, so sadly, I have to go” he says

“Let me walk you out then,” you say, walking Hawks to your apartment door

You both make it to the door, when you suddenly stop him from opening it.

“Wait,” you say, then stand on your toes and kiss him on the lips, wishing him a good night

“Night baby bird,” he says, the closes your door

“C’mon Mochi, let’s go to bed papas,” you say as you walk to your room, stretching from sitting on the couch for so long

You lay on your bed, then turn on your side and fall fast asleep.

Art by 10shiko

I hope y’all enjoyed today’s chapter!! Sorry it’s sooooo late!! I will be better about getting things out faster or at least try to be as some times my day doesn’t go according to how I want it to, but I will work hard for y’all!!

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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30 FAVE BOOKMARKS of 2020

Happy New Year’s Eve-Eve, everyone!!

And welcome to the Last Fic Rec Wednesday of 2020! No one asked for this at all, but I enjoy making unprompted lists for everyone, and I’ve been doing this list since January 2020 :P

I’ve read some FANTASTIC fics this year, and now seems like a good time as any to share with y’all some of those amazing fics I’ve added to List of Love! I had to even whittle it down today to get it to 25 – the number I like as a “top xx” thing, so I am very disheartened that a lot of my bookmarks this year didn’t make the list :( It’s been a long time since I’ve done a “last XX bookmarked fics” list, maybe I’ll do one of those soon.

First off let’s start with 5 honourable mentions of Other Fandom fics, because I spent a lot of my summer indulging in my renewed Rimmster ship so I have a few amazing RD fics y’all should read LOL

FIVE OTHER-FANDOM HONOURABLE MENTIONS

Réveillon by Big_Edies_Sun_Hat (T, 6,431 w., 3 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || Christmas Eve, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Established Relationship, International Travel, Moments in Time, Historical / Biblical Interpretation) – After a gloomy history with Christmas, Aziraphale shows Crowley how he has learned to seek out the good in it by traveling around the world on Christmas Eve. Highlights include: the Annunciation; potholes; international teleportation; peace and hope; arson; Lupe gets a doll of her very own.

Out With It by Clipped_Ionian_Vowels (T, 10,255 w., 1 Ch. || RED DWARF || Post-Ace, Reclaimed Slurs, Getting Together, Sexuality, Coming Out) – Rimmer finally comes home, hangs up the wig and decides to set the crew 'straight' about one thing; he's not. And neither, it transpires, is Lister.

Standards by Kahvi & Roadsterguy (E, 11,725 w., 2 Ch. || RED DWARF || Hard Light Rimmer, Bickering, Humour, First Time, Over-Protective Kryten, Cranky Rimmer, Exploring Derelicts, Arguing Leads to Awkward Flirting, Showering Together, Intense Orgasms) – Yet another supply raid on a derelict leads Rimmer and Lister to an argument, which in turn leads to... something that's still fairly close to an argument. You get lonely in space, but you do have standards.

speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13,750 w., 4 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || POV Crowley, UST/URT, Mutual Pining, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Crowley’s Anxiety, Gift Giving, Humour, Touching, Awkwardness, Love Confessions, Sussex, Fantasies Become Real, Marriage Proposal, Sensuality, Bottom Crowley) – There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.

Hand in Glove by lizardkid (T, 14,223 w., 1 Ch. || RED DWARF || Post-S9, Internalized Homophobia, Repression, Hurt/Comfort, Lister Whump, Worried Rimmer, Ableist Language, Cuddling) – Lister is mortally wounded in an accident. Rimmer is forced to reassess everything.

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AND NOW: The reason y’all are here! Please know I love EVERYTHING I’ve read and bookmarked, just these ones have really stuck with me and I’ve already re-read a few of these, so yeah, please do enjoy.

Please note that these fics aren’t all necessarily NEW fics for 2020, more like they were new to ME, and ergo, I bookmarked and started reccing them this year! There are a few newer fics, though, so yeah, apologies if you were expecting only new things.

Hope you all have a good New Year’s Day, and I hope this list makes the long weekend a great one until my FIRST Fic Rec Sunday of 2021! I might do two on Sunday just to celebrate the new year, hahah. <3 Love you all!

TOP 25 JOHNLOCK BOOKMARKS OF 2020

SEE ALSO:

Top 20 Bookmarks of 2018

Top 25 Bookmarks of 2019

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John's favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

#johnlock fic recs #long post #my fic recs #fic rec wednesday #fave fics #red dwarf fic recs #good omens fic recs

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yuzukult · 4 years ago

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effortlessly pt. 10 || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly (the finale) pairing: jungkook x reader words: 4.0k genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut some chapters notes: ;u; patience is key, epilogue coming out soon! p.s. hope you guys stay for my next jungkook series! ;u;

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

The seasons come by quickly— Autumn, Winter, Spring. Last summer had come to an end with you leaving the admissions office with a plan and an answer; a decision that was made up completely by yourself.

You’re grateful for Jungkook because he doesn’t probe you about your decision and promised to wait patiently until you’re ready.

Autumn comes around with its descending leaves from the now naked trees, filling the roads with shades of golds, reds, and browns, sparse in air, leaving every scene on your walk to school like a sepia photograph. It’s the season of football, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice flavored anything, really, and Halloween. Then Winter approaches with a scare; a blanket of snow dropping over the school yard, the fields, and every corner of the entire city. Light jackets now replaced with thicker and longer ones, you can’t help but groan at the difficulty of tying your shoes with how stiff yours are.

“Ugh, why did I buy this again?”

Jungkook laughs merrily at the sight, mostly because you just look so small and cozy in your coat, struggling to reach down to your toes. He taps his thigh for you to place your foot, a grin stretching cheek to cheek. You comply as he responds, “Because it’s December, silly. You’ll be freezing standing outside wearing your little leather jacket that you think is going to make you feel warm.”

“It’s more of a fashion statement than warmth, Jeon.” He’s tying the laces of your Doc Martens, fingers nimble and cold, and thighs shivering from the remains of the snow that gets on his pants, the wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his skin. “Well, you’re going to catch a cold wearing that thing around. That’s why you need this.” When he finishes, he drops your leg down, pulling the hood of your jacket over your head snugly. “So please don’t get sick because that means that I also have to play sick to stay home and take care of you.” Jungkook is effortlessly caring.

Jungkook hates the cold. Only because it takes away a location for him to swim— outside. But this year, he doesn’t seem to hate it as much. Maybe it’s because now, you’re his, and he can replace the time he dedicated to swim outside to spend time with you instead.

Especially when he gets to see you in the Christmas Village, mouth gaping wide with a bright smiling following after, face brightened by the colorful string of lights that surround you. “Wow,” Amazed, your eyes twinkle at the view. “Now this is something to talk about.” He hates himself for not taking you here every other year, the guys convincing him that it was too romantic for two friends to go to, but he can’t help but wonder what if he took you years before and learned how much he was in love with you earlier?

You spend the holidays at his house, meeting his grandparents and extended family while your parents decide to go on a trip to Hawaii. It’s become a tradition, really, your parents ditching the whole family bonding thing, and you spending that time with Jungkook’s family instead.

His mom loves you. Although your sleepovers have slowly become stagnant because of her suspicion of you guys doing more than just movies and sleeping, she wouldn’t want anyone else to be with her son other than you.

The Jeon’s have everything set for the holidays; from the tree with presents pleasantly wrapped placed intricately underneath, to the decoration that drapes the fireplace, to the strings of tinsel and garland that cascades down the staircases, and the wreath that hangs on the front door. Ms. Jeon is obsessed with Christmas and favors nothing more, perfecting the holiday over the years for her family... well, mostly herself.

Even though Jungkook spends day and night complaining about his mom, telling her that she’s dedicating too much money and time for this ‘stupid holiday,’ he’s still the best son and tends to her every need. When she struggles in the kitchen, he’s already by her side, asking her what she needs a hand in. Or when she can’t reach a portion of the tree while decorating, there’s an annoyed expression on his face but he utilizes his towering height to help her get those spots. Jungkook is effortlessly a family man.

“So, Jungkook, I heard you got into University?” His cousin, Sooyeon, asks. She is several years older than the two of you, almost completing her undergraduate degree. “I did! I got in with an athletic scholarship.” He’s genuinely happy, the way he shares this information, like he’s finally proud of himself and how far he’s gotten in life. The obstacles he’d overcome, the effort he had invested into the sport—they all were worth it in the end. Jeon Jungkook was reaching for his dreams.

It’s New Year’s Eve and Hoseok is hosting another party.

Underaged drinking is almost a rite of passage before entering University, and although you aren’t much of a rule breaker, it feels like something you need to do. Break out of your shell, despite the discomfort of knowing the consequences because once you get into college, none of this was going to be the same anymore. You won’t get to see Hoseok standing on the table, hollering out and swaying along to the song that plays. Jimin won’t be complaining about girls who reject him constantly. Yura won’t be there to call you out on your actions. And Jungkook, whilst he promises to stay by your side forever, there’s a possibility that it won’t happen.

“You look so pretty tonight.” Jungkook compliments you in a slur, cheeks rosy from the alcohol. You look down at your current attire; a silver sequined satin cami paired with a black leather jacket and jeans. Glancing up at the boy, you laugh at the sight of his cheeks, hand reaching up to pinch them. “You think so, Jeon?”

“If I’m being honest, I think you’re always pretty.” He hums against your hand, turning his face to give it a peck. “And I’m happy I get to be here with you. I hope you never go, and I hope nothing comes between us. It’d be nice, you know, if we...” He drifts off, mind fogging with thoughts that made him giddy because he’s giggling incessantly.

“If we what, love?”

“If we got married. Then we’d be best friends then high school sweethearts that made it.” Jungkook’s words soar you to the moon. He shares the same dream, whether or not it happens.

When the clock strikes 12, in spite of his current intoxication, he doesn’t forget you. Cupping your face in his large, warm hands, lips puckering up, he smooches you all over, laughter erupting from you. Jungkook is effortlessly a happy virus.

“Has Jungkook asked you to prom yet?”

“What?” Skimming through the pages of your notebook while in homeroom, you’re only half paying attention to anything Yura is saying. You’re on a mission to find something and even Yura can’t stop you.

Winter is still lingering, mostly waiting for Spring to make its appearance and nobody else is more excited for it to come than Yura. Only because it’s prom season, of course.

“Jungkook,” She reiterates, this time louder. “Jeon Jungkook? The love of your life? Is he asking you to prom?”

“Oh, prom.” Stopping at a page, your finger browsing through the highlighted and colored writing while furrowing your brows, focusing on the task. “Uh... no?”

“No?!” Yura exclaims, startling you out of your actions. She’s got your attention now. “It’s two months away. You won’t have enough time to find a dress or test out how your makeup is going to look and the shoes! What about your shoes?”

“Well, if it has your panties in a knot, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You regret telling her that because she does. Your comment during a time of not fully investing the entirety of your attention has brought you to this: a locker filled to the brim of red roses. There’s a card in the middle of it all, so you grab it, tear it open where in the sloppiest writing it says: turn around.

There Jungkook was, in all his beauty, standing in the middle of the hall with a box of donuts in hand, opened with the writing: i donut want to go to prom with anyone else but you!

It’s not that you hate it. No, you disgustingly love it, but you wished you had Jungkook all to yourself. He’s too great, and him standing in his uniform with donuts from your favorite bakery, you can almost feel the piercing glares from other girls down the hall. But he’s yours, nonetheless, and you didn’t wish for anything more.

Yura’s exaggeration on how long it’ll take to find a dress isn’t so much of an exaggeration when you’re shuffling through dresses in the department stores with her for the next two months, the quantity of gowns dropping by the hour. You’re grateful you found something just two weeks before the date.

Although you think the prom theme being “Hollywood” is the tackiest thing you ever heard— the sight of Jungkook standing outside of your house with both a corsage and boutonnière in hand with his hair styled back, black suit and tie with a white button up underneath, your breath hitches. He makes you feel like you’re in the presence of a celebrity; he has the ability of grabbing the attention from an entire room, despite leaning against such an old car in need of a new paint job.

In spite of it all, he seems in awe as much as you are. He thinks you’re gorgeous like this— like he’s the one who is lucky, not the other way around. You lean over, hair blown out and in a black gown that hugs your curves and compliments only the parts you wished for it to, wiping the little drip of drool that falls out the corner of his mouth. “You good, bub?”

“More than good,” he says, voice raspy. “You look... stunning.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jungkook is effortlessly handsome like this, and you wish you could keep this view all to yourself. But tonight is a time to be far from selfish.

You want to flaunt Jungkook, more than he wants to flaunt you, you convince yourself. Mostly because when you step into the gymnasium that’s fully decked out in decor, everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook.

“I think they’re all looking at you,” He would say, but you’re not stupid. Your arms are linked with a God-like man with a personality that represents it. He does nothing but help you walking in your unfamiliarity in heels, introduce you to some of his classmates that you’ve never met before, yet manages to dedicate enough time for just the two of you, dancing the night away, whispering sweet nothings into your ears before pressing his lips against your forehead delicately.

Jungkook wins Prom King that night while some pretty girl in your grade named Nayeon wins Prom Queen. He doesn’t devote his dance to her though, he apologizes and takes your hand instead.

When he takes you home that night, the only expectation you had was to go home, shower and change into your sleepwear and sit by the window sill to talk the hours away with Jungkook from across the way.

But it’s prom. So you drive with him down the shore, wearing a spare hoodie he leaves in the trunk of his car for days that get cold after practices, and holds your hand while you stomp barefooted in the sand. He’s so pretty under the moonlight, you take note, the way that it shines on the bridge of his nose, brightens the shade of brown his orbs are, and brings warmth into his smile and laughs when you share stories about your high school years.

The two of you make love in the backseat of his car with the sunroof opened, under the moon. Although it feels corny to do and such a cliché concept to have sex on prom night, it doesn’t feel that way with Jungkook. You argue that his car might not be able to take the constant movements, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He just wants to shower you with kisses and love throughout the hours that pass by.

When you come back to school the following Monday, Yura sits backwards nervously in her chair, staring at a letter that sits on your desk. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you gesture the piece of paper with your chin. “What’s up with that?”

“It’s... a letter, from Le Cordon Bleu. Pretty much to the equivalent to an Ivy League for culinary schools.”

Oh. Now you understand why the air felt weird. Quickly, you shuffle into your seat and slide off your backpack onto the floor. “Okay, well. What are you waiting for? Open it!”

She whimpers. “I’m scared.”

“Well, you told me to stop being scared and just do it. So, bitch, do it.”

While protesting, she does as told. Tearing the envelope open and the unraveling of the sheet of paper was nerve wrecking, possibly even more for you.

“I... got in.” Holy shit. “You got in?”

“Guess who’s going to France, bitch!”

It’s a reality, this sight of your best friend; the brightest smile on her face, cheekbones defined from the excitement in her. A dream she had, a dream that you never even knew had been a priority in her life, was coming true.

Whether or not it was jealousy, you were proud of her regardless. Yura was able to attain her goals before even graduating high school. After further research, you learned that there were many locations for this school, and her dream was to be able to expand her knowledge throughout all those countries.

You’re tired of hearing him talk about his plans for the future where it sounded like none of the routes included you. Jungkook goes on from when the sun rises to the sun sets about what he wants to do in life, where he wants to go, and where he hopes to be at whatever age. You could listen to him talk for hours like it's a song on repeat that you never grow to hate, but today, it felt inconsistent. He had all these things he wanted to do but where were you?”

“Where do I even fit in all of this?” You finally get the courage to blurt.

Jungkook’s forehead is creased in disbelief at your outburst. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” you start, fumbling with the fabric of your shirt, “you haven’t even mentioned me once. It’s like you’re also planning for your escape out of this relationship.”

He’s fuming. It’s been a while since he’s been this mad, especially since your last huge argument had nearly been a year ago. Otherwise, with Jungkook, there had been small disagreements that were recoverable but it feels different this time. “You don’t get to be upset with me for planning a future without you because if I’m being totally honest, you still haven’t told me what you decided that day you walked into that office, and I’m feeling rather insecure about whether or not you trust me!”

“Don’t hate me,” eyes glassy and voice wavering, your bottom lip is quivering, on the verge of tears of pure fear that Jungkook would resent you for your decision. “I told the recruiter to give that position away to someone else.”

“And why would I be mad at that?” He says, pulling you into his embrace, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry I lashed out. I’m glad you came to that decision, I’m glad you’re telling this. Even if it’s not on the sidelines of the swimming pool with me, nagging at me what to do. Because you’ll still be there to support me.”

Your shoulders slouch, still feeling guilty wash over you like a tidal wave. “I just didn’t want you to be upset because of how much effort you went through to get me there. To even get me that offer.”

“I didn’t do anything, love.” Before a tear can escape further down your face, he swipes it away with the pad of his thumb after he pulls away. “You did that all yourself. They found you, knew who you were, and loved you. I just led them to find you. So, what did you decide on instead if you didn’t take that apprenticeship? Are you attending another University?”

“No,” You respond abruptly, rubbing your head into his chest again, muttering your next words into the fabric of his shirt. “She told me that it doesn’t take away my opportunity to still attend University there. So I enrolled there as undecided.”

There’s silence between the two of you before he finally speaks up. “Undecided?”

You don’t want to face him. Especially if the expression on his face may show disappointment, and that’s the least thing you want to do to Jungkook on your list. “Yes.” You mumble. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I thought at least going to college and trying to figure out while I’m there would be at least a start in the right direction.”

Grasping you by the shoulders, he tugs you away to clearly see your face. Finally meeting his gaze, his face showed the opposite. A gleaming smile pulling on the edges of his lips with eyes that shine and sparkle underneath this lighting, you’re stunned by his reaction. “I’m so proud of you!”

“What?” Lips swollen from the crying, you pout, almost bursting out in hyperventilating tears because you didn’t want this to end before college even starts. “You chose something. You made a decision on your own, solely based on what you felt was the best for you, not because you wanted to make someone else happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” Jungkook is effortlessly unselfish because he wants you to be his personal coach, yet he’s telling you to do what you want to do. “I just want you to be happy. I’m happy if you are.”

“But... I should be honest with you.” He’s the one who seems uneasy now, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. “I... not only accepted the scholarship, but they want to send me to the States for a couple months in the summer for training with Taehyung.”

You’re not stupid. What that’s code for is that there’s a chance they’re going to keep Jungkook there, offer him another University scholarship elsewhere in the States, and continue his training. How could they not? With the way he swims, his drive and ability to adapt to any situation, he’s desirable to any team. He might not be yours anymore, and as much as you wished you could keep him all to yourself, he’s Jungkook. Who wouldn’t want him?

You learned that ever since you met him. Jungkook is so wonderful, he’s meant to be shared, and everyone should know him. He’s the spark in your life that you never knew you needed until you meet him.

It only sucked because it felt like once you finally got him, it’s already time to let him go.

Yet when you see him standing by your side in the crowd of people in your class, on a large patch of grass that they call a football field, cap and gown in the shades of your school colors, you can’t hate anyone for wanting a piece of him. He’s only eighteen but he’s managed to accomplish so many of his goals in such a short span of time. He’s able to catch the attention of an audience bigger than the crowd at Madison Square Garden. He was able to swoon the majority of the female population in your high school. Jungkook did what even he thought was impossible, he did more than exceed his own expectations.

So when you’re standing with your diplomas in hand after throwing your cap in the air, the grin that’s glued onto his face does everything to your heart. How lucky were you to experience a first love like Jeon Jungkook?

There wasn’t much time left. Graduation is over, degrees now in hand, and futures that are waiting for your attendance.

It’s Summer again, the excruciating heat beaming from the sun’s rays reappearing, an entire year passing by since your confession to Jungkook. Although you’d rather be spending your anniversary in the next few days leading up to it, there’s a different occasion tonight under this familiar sweltering heat.

Jungkook leaves tomorrow at noon for America yet he’s procrastinating the remaining stuff he needs to pack for his trip. Well, he says it’s a trip, but you have a feeling that his stay is going to be longer than anticipated.

If you’re being truly honest with yourself, you’re scared. Eighteen, best friend/boyfriend who had been with you your entire life is leaving for the unknown. Your other best friend is leaving to pursue her dreams elsewhere as well, alone and without anyone to support her physically.

But you can’t help but think about yourself. What did this mean for you, someone who was losing the most important people in her life that were all going to hunt their aspirations, while you were just... undecided?

Laying in the field of grass, head resting comfortably on Jungkook’s arm while his other sits on his chest, the two of you admire the sunset in the midst of your silence. The hues of red, pink, orange, and yellow fill the sky, dancing and blurring into one another, gifting you a sight that you’re grateful to view with Jungkook. It was going to be a while before you got to see him again, and you’re hopeful that it’ll feel just the same.

“Three months,” He’d repeat constantly, every time he sees the pain in your expression. You both had gone so long without truly being each other, and now that you finally fessed up your hidden emotions, it’s hard to let go. “It’s only going to be for three months. Then you’d have me again.”

“But you don’t know that.” You’d say, heart tightening in agony. “There’s so much of this world that wants you, Jungkook. University is just one of the potential first stops. Someone is going to take you away, whether you like it or not. You just have too much talent and potential.” Jungkook doesn’t agree with you, but he doesn’t voice this. Not tonight, at least, if it’s the last time he gets to be with you for a while.

Just like the sun, Jungkook eventually has to go away. He leaves for the States with Taehyung to train for the summer, projecting that he’d be back in time for the fall semester to start University with you. Even through texts and phone calls you get from him, he can’t give you a date when he’d be back, but he misses you dearly. You want to stay hopeful that he does return, attending classes with you again, study-dates, meeting up for coffee afterwards, have lunch and dinner, and continue your sleepovers, maybe even find an apartment and move in together.

Yet again, Jungkook... he’s effortlessly Jungkook. The guy loved by everyone, yet has the hardest time loving himself. The guy who has such a promising future, one that’s almost a guaranteed dream come true for him. There’s no need for exchanges of ‘I love yous,’ because you know he does, yet you don’t want to hold him back, so you let him go. Whether or not he comes back for the fall semester, you’re not sure, but one thing you do know is that Jeon Jungkook will be your first everything, and your current everything.

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luvdsc · 5 years ago

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a-side.

a new a-side has been released.

pairing :: mark lee x reader ( feat. past wong yukhei x reader ) genre :: angst, fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 3,745 words warnings :: drunk mark attempts to fight yukhei playlist :: it was love (lany) ⋆ 7up (boy in space) ⋆ i.l.y. (the rose) ⋆ heart eyes (coin) ⋆ you were beautiful (day6) ⋆ so, soo pretty (lany) author’s note :: inspired by lang leav’s new book which is referenced at the end and because mark deserves a happy ending ↳ sequel to b-side / can be standalone.

Mark is not a confrontational person. Yeah, he can be incredibly stubborn, and he definitely will say something if he doesn’t like where the situation is going, but he isn’t one to seek out a fight. He’s the one who notifies someone else that a fight is happening and that person would break up the fight. He’s the designated driver, the one who plays it safe, the one who makes sure everyone gets home at an appropriate time.

So then why does he find himself standing in front of Yukhei, empty solo cup in hand?

All he remembers is Donghyuck handing him a cup, telling him it’s some kind of juice. Normally, he isn’t one to blindly trust anything his friend hands him, but for some reason, he went against his gut today and here he is. If you were here, you’d laugh at him. But you aren’t because you have a midterm coming up, and so he made a bad decision. He was always such a lightweight. It was partially the reason why he never drinks at parties in the first place.

“Wong Yukhei!” He loudly calls out, slurring the ending syllable slightly and getting the attention of several people around him, and the aforementioned boy looks at him amusedly. Yukhei detaches himself from his group of friends, pushing himself off from against the wall, and Mark suddenly feels the liquid courage drain out of him when faced with the towering boy straight on.

“Hey, buddy,” Yukhei greets him, “Have you been drinking?”

“Just some apple juice,” Mark says, waving the cup in hand around vaguely, before shaking his head several times in an attempt to clear his hazy mind. “Wait, no, I need to talk to you.”

“Maybe you should drink some water first,” Yukhei suggests, gesturing him towards the kitchen. Mark hates this. Mark hates this so much. Yukhei is too nice. Yukhei is a nice guy, he is his friend, he was supposed to be a good guy.

But six months ago, Yukhei broke your heart.

And that thought, fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins, makes Mark so angry.

Because Yukhei had you. And then he let you go. Why would he do that? Didn’t he know how lucky he was? Didn’t he know how special you are?

Yukhei thought he was being nice, sitting down with you privately, telling you quietly that he didn’t think the relationship would work out, that the two of you weren’t meant to be, and that he was breaking up with you. He thought he was being a nice guy.

But Yukhei wasn’t there afterwards when you fell apart. He wasn’t there when you cried for nights on end consecutively after dragging yourself to your classes and pretending everything was okay while your heart was buried six feet under. He wasn’t there to pick you up after you drank too much at parties to forget him. He wasn’t there when you stumbled across one of his old tshirts and broke down. He wasn’t there to hear you ask why you weren’t good enough.

But Mark was.

Mark was there when you crumpled to the ground once you entered his apartment to tell him you were dumped. He was there when you needed someone to take you home and help you get to bed. He was there, holding you, when you revealed your deepest insecurity and Yukhei only seemed to confirm it. He was there, but he wasn’t the one you wanted.

Seeing Yukhei standing in front of him, acting so nice as if nothing happened, absolutely infuriates him. So Mark does what every intoxicated person believes is the next logical step. He lunges at Yukhei and throws a punch. Eyes widening, the taller boy quickly takes a step back and narrowly misses his fist.

“Woah man, what are you doing?” Yukhei exclaims, bewildered and hands up. More people are starting to notice and gather around, whispers and murmurs flying out. Jeno and Jaemin emerge, reaching out for him, but he shoves them away. He sees Donghyuck pulling his phone out and calling someone from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t care. Mark takes another swing, and another, and another, but his opponent manages to dodge them all much to his chagrin. Finally, Yukhei grabs his wrist before caging him in his arms.

“Let me go,” Mark says through gritted teeth, struggling as he tries to shake off Yukhei’s tight grip. “I said let me go!”

“No. You’re going to hurt someone flailing like that.”

“Stop being so nice! Stop caring about everyone! Stop pretending to be nice!” Mark manages to wiggle around and elbows him in the stomach harshly. Yukhei curses, hunching over slightly, but he refuses to loosen his grip.

“Mark, what are you talking about? You’re clearly drunk.” Yukhei essentially carries him to the kitchen at this point away from prying eyes, and Mark suddenly deflates. He’s too tired, too angry, too sad. Yukhei warily lets him go, moving to stand on the other side of the counter. He feels the hot angry tears welling up in his eyes and notices the alarmed look in Yukhei’s own eyes when he sees them.

“Why?” He manages to mutter, curling and unfurling his fists several times, before continuing, “Why are you nice to everybody but her? Why do you care about everybody but her?”

Yukhei’s eyes soften at the sudden realization, and he slips his hands into his pockets, lips curling inwards before replying. “I do care about her.”

“Then why would you hurt her? She’s so special, so amazing, and you don’t deserve her, but you had her. And you chose to hurt her.” Mark clenches his fists so tightly that miniature moon crescents form in the soft skin of his palms. His voice wavers at the end, cracking, and Yukhei finally understands.

“Why would you break her heart like that?”

You really wonder if your friends actually know the meaning of “Do Not Disturb” when you told them all you were going to study for your Financial Derivatives class and to not contact you until tomorrow. Donghyuck is calling you for the fifth time in a row, and you’re about to flip your phone upside down to avoid any distractions until you see the text notification beneath the missed calls.

[ 12:27 a.m. ] Hyuck: hey answer me

[ 12:27 a.m. ] Hyuck: y/n pick up

[ 12:27 a.m. ] Hyuck: MARK IS TRYIN G TO FITGT YUKHEI

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: FIGHT*

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: Y/N

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: ANSWER YOUR PGONE

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: pghone*

[ 12:28 a.m. ] Hyuck: PHOEN**

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: YOU KNOW W HAT I MEAN

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: JUST COME

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: PLEAS E Y/N

[ 12:29 a.m. ] Hyuck: we’re at nu chi theta

Eyes widening, you freeze, staring at the third text message, as the words light up over and over again in your mind even after your phone goes dark. In a flash, you abandon your textbook, throwing on the oversized sweater hanging off the edge of your bed and slipping on your shoes. You type out a response as you grab your house keys and shove it in your pocket after locking the door.

[ 12:32 a.m. ] you: on my way

When you arrive at the fraternity, Donghyuck is waiting for you outside. He grabs your hand, and the two of you enter the house, him shoving his way through and you following close behind. Your eyes scan all the faces around you, but you don’t see Mark anywhere. Donghyuck stops in front of you, and you nearly crash into him. He’s asking Jeno something, but you don’t pay attention, searching the room for any glimpse of your best friend, until you hear his name coming from Jeno, who gestures towards the kitchen.

You let go of Donghyuck’s hand, pushing your way through the other bodies before finding yourself in the kitchen. Your eyes meet Yukhei’s first, and his eyes widen in surprise. He starts to say something, but you brush past him, making a beeline to Mark who finally looks up when you call out his name. You reach out, cradling his face in your hands gently.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” You turn his face from side to side, checking to see if there are any bruises, before snapping. “Why would you do something so stupid?”

His mind is hazy, and he’s having such a hard time concentrating, but his eyes manage to focus on you in front of him. You’re standing there, wearing his sweater, and he can’t think of anything else but―

“Beautiful,” he mutters, reaching out and boldly pressing his fingertips against your cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks warm up and your heartbeat quickens at those words, but you push his hand away from your face. “Stop distracting me, and answer me! Why would you do that?”

“Because he broke your heart!” Mark bursts out angrily as he throws his hands in exasperation before his shoulders sag and he’s gazing at you once more. “He hurt you.”

Your expression softens, a wave of warmth and affection blooming in your chest and curling around your heart for your best friend. He looks so vulnerable and so defeated, refusing to look at you, as he braces himself for your reaction. You gently grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. He hesitantly meets your eyes, and you squeeze his hand gently.

“Let’s go home, Mark.”

Unlocking your front door, you pull Mark into your apartment. His arms are draped around you, and he nuzzles his face in your hair. The alcohol effect seems to be nearly gone after walking home in the cold night, but he remains somewhat tipsy. Your breath hitches in your throat when he presses his face in the crook of your neck, and you carefully untangle his body from yours as you take off your shoes and he follows suit albeit stumbling slightly. He nearly topples over, peals of laughter bursting from his lips, and you smile softly, admiring the carefree expression on his face.

You gently tug him to your bedroom before carefully pushing him to sit on the bed. He plops down with no resistance, looking up at you with those sparkling doe eyes of his. His eyes glitter even in the yellow glow of the bedroom light, absolutely starstruck, as he gazes at you, swinging his feet slightly as they drag across the carpet in front. You move to get him a pair of comfy pants to change into, but his hand clasps around your wrist.

“Wait, I have to tell you something.”

You stop and turn, looking at him expectantly, but he pouts adorably. “You gotta come closer. It’s a secret!”

You indulge in his request and step closer to your best friend. He pulls you down until you are face to face. Mark leans closer, and you hold your breath until he’s so close that―

“Boop!” He nudges his nose against yours before his eyes crinkle in the corner as an earsplitting grin erupts across his face. He giggles happily. “I just booped you!”

You splutter, sudden heat blazing across your cheeks like wildfire, before a wide smile makes its way onto your face. “Silly boy.”

Mark lets go of your wrist, leaning back on the pillows behind him. You walk towards your dresser and pull out a pair of sweats―one of the several pairs he left here before―before going over and handing them to him.

“Here, change into these.”

He acquiesces, standing up, and begins to tug off his jeans. You quickly avert your eyes, leaving the room for a few moments and returning with a wet washcloth. By the time you return, Mark has somehow miraculously put on his pants correctly, tucked himself under your comforter, and pulled the covers up to his chin. His head peeks out over the top slightly, his dark hair a fluffy and mussed mess sticking out here and there, and he’s clutching onto your spare pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey, we gotta wash your face first before you fall asleep,” you say softly, kneeling next to him. He opens his eyes sleepily, burrowing himself further in your bed. You push back the covers slightly before carefully wiping his face. His nose scrunches slightly, and your lips curve into the smallest of smiles. You stand up to put away the cloth when his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist for the second time tonight. And perhaps it is because of the last traces of alcohol running through his veins but he is feeling brave enough to ask.

“Will you stay?”

You hesitate, eyes darting from the space next to him to the door. You were planning to spend the night on the couch, and you are about to refuse his request when his hand slips into yours.

“Stay please.”

So you do.

You place the washcloth on the nightstand and slip under the covers. He pulls you closer, throwing one leg over yours before snuggling close. And you don’t know how to explain it, but it simply feels... right. You brush the stray strands of hair away from his face, and he opens his eyes, peering into your own for a few moments, before he whispers quietly, eyes drooping as sleep starts to take over.

“Wanna know a secret? A real secret?”

You smile at him, turning to your side to properly look him in the eye. “Is it another boop?”

“No,” Mark whispers indignantly, and you laugh. He’s momentarily distracted, admiring how pretty you look when you laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners, mouth shaped into the loveliest of smiles, the sweetest sound falling from your lips.

“So what’s the secret?” You nudge him, eyes sparkling. You look so, so pretty, and he desperately wants to stay awake, but his eyelids are feeling so heavy. Still, he manages to answer you.

“Oh! Well, you wanted to know why. And I said it’s because he hurt you. Well, that’s the half truth.”

You change your position, propping your head up on your hand, as your other hand reaches out to tap his nose. “And what is the other truth, Marky?”

He sleepily smiles at you before closing his eyes and reaching out to hold your hand. And four little words slip out between his teeth before sleep finally overtakes him.

“Because I love you.”

It’s past 4 a.m. and you still can’t sleep. Mark’s confession echoes in your head over and over again, and you can’t help but wonder if he really meant it. You glance over at your best friend. Small puffs of breath escape between his lips as he sleeps peacefully, curled up next to you.

The sudden brightness of your phone screen catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You reach over and pluck the device from the surface of your nightstand, squinting your eyes to see the sudden influx of messages.

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: hey it’s yukhei

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: idk if you blocked me but i hope you’re doing okay. and i hope mark is okay too. he’s a good guy

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i wanted to say sorry. i hurt you and i shouldn’t have. i shouldn’t have given up on you like that. i should’ve tried harder

[ 4:09 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i know it’s a shitty thing to apologize through text but i don’t think you want to talk to me in person. and i don’t even know if you’ll get these but

[ 4:10 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i’m really sorry

[ 4:14 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: and mark is right

[ 4:14 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: you are special

[ 4:14 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: i’m sorry it took me too long to realize that

[ 4:15 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: you deserve to be happy

[ 4:16 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: the next one who gets to love you is lucky

[ 4:16 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: whoever you fall in love with is lucky

[ 4:19 a.m. ] DO NOT CONTACT: mark is a very lucky guy

It’s half past noon when Mark finally awakens, slightly disoriented. Struggling to sit up, he finally props himself up on his elbows, looking around to find the familiar surroundings of your room. The reasons why he slept in your bed are somewhat hazy, but all he remembers is you. Rubbing his eyes, he carefully gets out of bed, shuffling out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen in search of the one person who would have all the answers to the questions circling his mind.

Mark finds you sitting at the table, study supplies scattered around you and textbook open in front of you directly. When you finally notice your best friend, your throat goes dry. You had rehearsed what you were going to say and how you were going to act during the hours he was asleep, but all of it has completely flown out the window when you are actually confronted by the sight of your best friend.

“Um,” his voice cracks, and his cheeks warm up at the mistake. He clears his throat. “How did I get here? What happened last night?”

You decide to tell him the truth. “You drank last night and tried to fight Yukhei. Hyuck called me to come pick you up.”

Mark groans, sinking into the chair across from you. He presses the palms of his hands against his eyelids, the memories materializing one by one. You hesitate, fiddling with the pen in your hands, studies long forgotten. “You... you said it was because he broke my heart.”

He stiffens in his seat, inhaling sharply, and you press on, biting your bottom lip. “But you told me later on that was the half truth. You said the other truth was because―”

“Because I love you,” he says softly. He loves you, and now you know.

“Do you mean it?” you murmur, hands curling in your lap. You almost don’t want to hear his answer, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. For some reason, you simply know that you won’t be able to bear it if he says it isn’t true. Somehow, his rejection would hurt more than anything. And you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly miss his quiet reply. It’s only one word and three letters, yet it makes your entire world spin.

“Yes.”

He finally lifts his head for his eyes to meet yours. For some reason, he doesn’t feel so afraid anymore. At last, his heart is out and vulnerable, yours for the taking if you so choose. His eyes don’t bore into yours, searching for confirmation of your reciprocation, but rather, they gaze into yours, shining with utter adoration for you and contentment with simply loving you.

And in that moment, you finally recognize the way Mark looks at you, the way he has always looked at you. It’s the way Yukhei had looked at you long ago, the way you used to look at Yukhei.

It’s the way you have been looking at Mark after all this time.

It’s the way you’re looking at him now.

It’s love.

FOUR MONTHS LATER.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I― Yukhei?”

An automatic apology is already rolling out onto the tip of your tongue until you glance over and recognize who you accidentally bumped your shoulder into. He smiles at you kindly, albeit hesitantly, and you smile back at him warmly, pausing in your tracks.

He slides his hands into his pockets as he shifts his balance to one side. “Hey, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good! A little busy with classes, but I’m finally done with my midterms. How about you?”

“Pretty much the same, I just have one last midterm tomorrow, and it’ll be over.” He cocks his head slightly. “So what are you up to now?”

“Mark’s class is getting out soon, and we’re getting lunch together.” You beam at him, and Yukhei finds himself relaxing, grinning. He had almost forgotten how easy it is to talk to you, falling into a familiar banter that the two of you used to have, almost like riding a bike again after a long time.

“How are the two of you doing?” The words slip out of his mouth from pure curiosity, but he realizes the potential awkward situation belatedly and quickly backtracks. “Wait, that’s a little weird for me to ask, forget I said anything.”

You laugh freely as your mouth twists into another lovely smile. A small tendril of nostalgia blooms in his heart at that sight. It wasn’t the sad type of nostalgia, but rather, the surprising, almost happy kind that he encounters when he finds the teddy bear from when he was five stuffed all the way in the back of his closet shelf.

“No, it’s okay. Everything’s been, well, perfect. He really makes me so so happy.”

“That’s great. I’m really happy for you and him.” There’s nothing but clear sincerity in his voice, and you thank him before spotting your boyfriend coming out of his lecture.

“Oh, he’s out! I gotta go, but let’s catch up sometime!” You call out to Yukhei as you run towards Mark, and he waves you good bye. He doesn’t fail to notice the way your eyes completely light up, sparkling like a thousand suns, cheeks raising as your lips quirk upwards into the widest smile he has ever seen from you, when you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Mark easily catches you when you throw your arms around him, laughter bubbling, before the two of you pull apart. He intertwines your hand with his, squeezing your fingers tight. You gaze at him adoringly and boldly press a kiss to the corner of his lips, leaving him spluttering as his cheeks burn scarlet red. You pull him along towards your lunch date without any further hesitation, and Mark happily follows, quiet giggles escaping between his teeth, as he peeks down at your interlocked hands ever so often, grinning so brightly.

Yukhei smiles fondly, eyes softening as he watches you for a few moments, before turning and walking away.

Love looks pretty on you.

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laughing like there’s any good reason to smile.

SUMMARY: diego did not think he’d be spending his night driving home a drunk weirdo like he ran a taxi company. and he really should have just not answered the phone, or said he was busy....but he was already out, he might as well do one more good deed for a NOT-friend who will not stop laughing.

WARNINGS: some language (not much, but i do like the word pisspot), romantic ideations, mentions of being drunk/alcohol. a little bit of oblivious mutual pining, too.

WORD COUNT: 3737 Diego Hargreeves x female insert.

A/N: I...I don’t know how I just wrote this. I legit just sat down and wanted to write a small drabble, and so I started this...and an hour later, after writing without stop I have this. It’s not edited, I have barely read through it at all. But it’s cute and messy and honestly, I don’t know what it is but I really like it. Which is surprising because I rarely enjoy a single word that leaves my mind and sticks on a page but I like this. it’s cute.

There are no TUA S2 spoilers in this, it takes place in a vague pre-s1, au bullshit that I like to base most of my work in (mostly because I’m quite lazy).

“HEY...YOU’RE NOT LIKE...BUSY, ARE YOU?”

Of all the ways to start a phone call, that might be the worst.

Diego drove probably too quickly down the quiet streets, one hand off the wheel, fidgeting in his lap. It was too late to be out like this, out and about like any other schmuck with no life to care about, and yet there he was.

Like any other schmuck.

“I know you’re probably too-tally busy...you know...stopping crime - I whispered so nobody knows, don’t worry…”

The phone call might as well had been with the entire bar, for all Diego knew because of how loud the voice on the other end was. Loud, raspy and dipping in and out of strength. There was a slur to every other word, and long pauses that almost made him think she had hung up. Every single time, until he just got used to saying ‘you there’, waiting for the sentence to end.

“See...awwww, I fucked up. I did, I really….rea-aally did.”

He laughed at that. Couldn’t help it. Despite how hard he had tried to compose himself, be angry (because he really was, he had things to do, dammit!) he had to chuckle there. Imagining the scene on the other end; standing there, leaning up against the wall, too drunk to even stand but too wired to take a seat. He wasn’t sure how much had been drunk, but it would have had to be a lot. Of all the calls Diego got, so rarely was it of that sort.

And never from normally well-composed, generally serious people he mostly considered assholes that did everything in their power to piss him off every single day of his miserable existence.

“But I need a favour...dearest, darling Diego…”

He pulled the car up, hitting the brakes but leaving it running. Absent-mindedly, he contemplated the risk of that - money was tight, he had to be careful about everything - but shrugged it off and stepped out. He wouldn’t be that long, anyways.

The culprit stood, or slouched, outside of the shitty dive bar he had been called from. Diego took note of the disheveled clothes and especially, the state of appearance - he had become so used to one certain way, he had no clue that a person like Y/N could ever, ever, look so bad in their life.

In the back of his mind, he mused that even despite the messy clothes (and mismatched, really atrocious look if he had to call it anything) and hair, someone like Y/N could never look bad.

He tried not to acknowledge that thought.

“Hey, asshole.”

“Hey!” Y/N cried, as though she had not seen him pull up. Though, maybe she hadn’t - which would suck. Diego didn’t really want to deal with someone that drunk that night. “Hey-y, Diego!”

He rolled his eyes. “You look a mess.”

“And you look ab-so-lute-ly adorable,” she slurred. She leant off the wall and promptly fell on her face.

Or, she would have, had Diego not moved in and grabbed her waist, yanking her back up to him. Which turned out to be a stupid mistake on his end, because then she was just right there, in his arms, staring up at him and barely standing up. Her breath smelled like bad whiskey and her eyes rang red, less-so from the drinking and moreso, he assumed, from whatever drove her out here in the first place.

But all that hardly crossed his mind as they stood so entwined in front of the shitty bar in the middle of the open street.

“Well, well,” she cooed, allowing her grip to relax on his biceps. “This...is...this is ni-ice.”

“Nope. Nope, not doing this.”

He said that more to himself.

“C’mon,” he groaned, switching his grip so she stood beside him and not so close to his face. “Let’s get you out of here.”

She sighed but followed suit, though he felt more like he was dragging her than walking alongside her. Her head nestled against his arm, hair tickling against the skin as the wind wafted through the night air.

It was the closest the two had ever been. And more than closest then Diego had ever thought them getting.

He was not sure how to feel about that.

“My knight in black leather,” she sighed beside him, clinging tighter. “You’re a diamond in the dirt, you know?”

“Don’t think that’s the saying.”

“Mm...no. But you’re always...covered in dirt, you know?”

He grumbled something non-sequential under his breath. “C’mon. Sit down, si’down.”

Begrudgingly she obliged, though she struggled throughout the entire thing. It felt more like he was dealing with a criminal from way-back-when then a...well, a Y/N. Whoever she was.

“Does your car have seatbelts, dear knight?”

“Does my-” Diego cursed and slid the seatbelt into her fingers, practically guiding them down. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

She tried to gasp but laughed towards the end, so it was more of a huffy giggle than anything. “Why...Diego, is that how you treat a lady?”

“No,” he mumbled, “that’s how I deal with you.” He slammed the door.

Faintly, he made out her yell of ‘pisspot’, and smiled to himself.

He sank into his seat and sighed, pulling out and into the road. Twenty minutes, he mused to himself, just twenty minutes and she’d be gone. If Diego could do anything, he could easily handle a super drunk Y/N in his car, yammering for twenty minutes about nothing at all.

He just had to focus.

“You kno-ow, you’re a grumpy grump, you kno...w?”

Diego said nothing.

“Do you need help with your seatbelt?”

He ignored her.

“Do you want me to drive?”

He answered that without hesitation: “no.”

She laughed.

He realised, sitting there, that he had never heard her laugh before - not really, unless faked chuckles thrown bitterly his way in one of their many disagreements counted, but he didn’t count them. Surprisingly, she had a nice laugh. Not one of those faux ones that he couldn’t stand, it wasn’t pretty, but it was real and loud and rang through the car like a Whitney Houston note; echoing everywhere.

“So grumpy, grumpy.”

He swallowed back his thoughts and just grimaced. “Shut up.”

Diego wished she would stop laughing.

They drove off and out of the miserable nightlife, with her giggling her ass off and him just trying not to lose his mind. He dared not look at her, though he knew her eyes hadn’t left his face. He wasn’t sure why she looked, and he really didn’t know why he couldn’t even just spare a glance, but he just...something about how human she was, real and raw and laughing in the passenger seat of his car like this was more than just a -

-he growled a curse to himself and turned the corner angrily.

A few moments later she had stopped laughing so much and had stuck with only a few giggles here and there. Y/N had taken up staring out the window, watching the people and houses and cars pass as though they were the most fascinating things in the world.

He looked at her then. Watched as she traced her fingers down the glass, staring with her mouth agape, eyes lidded and sad despite however much booze ran through her right then. She was more than drunk - she was tired. More than that, vulnerable in a way the two of them had never been.

That scared him more than the jokes and the laughter.

“Diego?”

His eyes shot back to the road. “Hm?”

“Why don’t you like me?”

“Hu-what?”

“Why do you hate me so-o much?” she asked again, that time with her voice smaller and a little higher. “I...I’m curious, what about me boils your bones...so.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Yes you do!”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do!” She wagged an accusatory finger towards his face, so close if he turned she’d surely jab his nose. “Yes...yes you do, you little...y’lil...muffin man. You hate my guts, and I think I have the right to know why!”

Diego rolled his eyes. “I’m not doing this.”

“Why? Are you afraid of hurting my feelings, grumpy grump? Cause,” she sang, rolling the syllables like this was a goddamn musical, “I’m afraid they’re already to-oo hurt, for you to do that. You’re in luck, muffin boy!”

“What does - stop calling me dumb shit,” he hissed.

She stuck her tongue out at him and poked his cheek with her hand.

He swatted it away angrily. “Shut up and let me take you home, okay?”

“No!”

“Well - yeah. Shut up.”

“Or what?”

“Or-” Diego didn’t know what to say to that. There was not much he could do, considering the circumstances - throwing her out of a moving car seemed much too cruel of a thought for anyone, especially a drunk Y/N who could barely figure out seatbelts for herself. Same with leaving her, or taking her anywhere else, or threatening a match or any other thing they’d normally do to one another. Not that he’d hurt her, anyways.

Not intentionally at least.

“You better tell me, or I’m….m...out!”

“You’re - out, what?”

Y/N’s hand found the car lock and with a grin, switched it off. “I’ll go right now!”

“You - you can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“You’re - you’re strapped into the damn car, you’re just gonna get hurt.”

“Why would you care?”

“I don’t!”

“So you do hate me?”

“No! I - jeez, Y/N!” Diego slammed his hands down on the wheel, spitting out curses he didn’t bother to hide. “Do NOT open the car door, okay? Don’t do that! Just sit down, and let me take you home!”

Somehow his speech worked. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she sank back into her seat. Her hands returned to her lap.

“Great. Thank you, so much. Amazing.”

She didn’t say a word.

He spared a glance her way, only to see her gaze had turned to the road. “Y/N? You good?”

Nothing.

“Y/N?”

Nothing.

“Oh, c’mon, I-” he sighed and slapped the steering wheel again. He hated how his heartstrings pulled at the silence, at how her words had stung - stupidly, irrevocably, no matter what he told himself, it hurt to think she truly thought he hated her. Cause stupid, irrevocably, somehow -

“-I don’t hate you, Y/N, at all. I just - don’t get mad at me, okay? I mean I’m taking you home, I would take you home if I hated your ass, right? I mean - what do you want from me here!?”

Diego took another glance, worried when she still said nothing, and promptly grew a thousand times more worried when he saw her shoulders heave and shake. Without even thinking, he swerved to the side of the road and braked hard before reaching out to her. “Y/N?”

And then she turned, and he saw instead of tears, it was laughter slipping from her lips, rolling out like great ripples of waves, silent and shaking through her body. Her eyes were tearing up, but not from sadness, instead the drunken giddiness she found herself lost within. But they were alight, and warm, and tipsy on the power that must have fuelled her fit of laughter in the first place.

With a scowl, Diego sat back. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Wait, no! I - I just-” she heaved, and let out another peal of laughter - that time loud and echoing through the tiny car again. “Don’t be ma-aad at me!”

“I wish I hadn’t come, you know that? I should’a left you there, you...you asshole.” Despite himself, Diego felt himself grow flushed and embarrassed, struggling to even play this all off as anger. “You are the worst.”

She kept laughing. “I know you don’t mean that now, though! Ha - ha - you like me, darling, admit it!”

“Screw off.”

“You li-i-i-ke me!”

“Nope.”

“C’mon, you can’t lie to lil’ ol’ me, muffin man!”

“Don’t call me - stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Doing that!”

“Doing wha-at?”

“That! All’a that!”

Y/N’s lips pouted down, though he knew for a fact she wasn’t really upset. “So rude. One might even think you mean it.”

Diego started the car back up again, grumbling all the way through it. He shrugged off her touch. “I do mean that.”

“You know, I think I finally understand you.”

This car ride was beginning to feel like forever. It had only been maybe ten minutes of driving, and yet he felt like he had been trapped in some special sort of hell for a horrific eternity of embarrassment and...her.

“I get you, Diego...fuck! I don’t remember your last name, that’s really ruining this speech!” Her fist came down hard on the car door panel; he flinched. “Darling, what’s your last name again? I - I can’t do this power speech without it.”

He said nothing, indigent and grumpy.

“Whatever, I’ll make do. Um…” she was quiet for a second, then with a triumphant ‘a-ha!’, spoke again. “Okay. So I get you, Diego, I see you for who you are.”

Was his whole entire life leading up to this car ride straight to hell? Because if so, Diego could only wish time travel actually worked. Maybe then he could go back to 1989 and stop himself, somehow, maybe just-

“-you try so hard to make other people think you’re this grumpy lil’ pisspot of hatred and anger and ‘I work alone, move or be moved’ mantra. So, so hard, it makes everyone mad and hate you back, and you’re alone all over again.” She sucked in a heaving breath, sighed loudly and kept going. “But the real Diego, he doesn’t want that!”

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “You don’t know what you’re goin’ on about, I suggest you stop before this gets stupid.”

She laughed, even louder than before. How was that even possible. “It already is! It’s all so stupid, Diego, because people could like you! I mean, you’re a lovely, soft little man underneath the knives and spandex and,” she dropped her voice low and grisly, “‘I hate everything and everyone and also...I’m Batman...woo...Gotham City...I stop crime…”

“Stop it-”

“-but you don’t have to be lonely, darling muffin man,” she cried, throwing her hands up and out in a triumphant cry. “You don’t have to! People like you, or they can like you - I might have to give this speech again, but that’s okay, do you have a pen and paper I can use to write it down?”

He ignored her, trying to force down the pounding in his heart. Trying not to think about a thing she was saying and how badly he wanted to respond to it, no matter how much bullshit and how she slurred her words and spoke in stupid rambles that made not much sense at all. But trying to convince a brain to not think about the very thing they can’t stop thinking about almost all the time, is a very difficult task and an impossible one for Diego, at that moment.

But he really, really did not want to think about how much he wanted to respond to her words.

“I like you, you know that?”

His eyes widened; barely a sign of weakness, and one she didn’t catch. But still there.

“I think you’re rude, and annoying, and dumb sometimes because you almost always get yourself hurt, and I don’t like that,” she rambled, swinging her hands about, conducting an invisible orchestra only she could hear. “But underneath all that stupid shit, you’re quite adorable, you know? And likeable. I feel so bad you feel the need to be so, so hard all the time.”

A beat, and then she laughed again,

“Ah! That’s what she said - ha, I said ‘hard….all the time…’ - tha’s what she said!”

Diego swerved the car to the side street and carried down, slowing until they were in the front of her apartment building. For a moment, he struggled to say a thing, finding the words lost in the chasm of his thoughts. But finally, he managed to speak again, forcing the anxiety down again.

“We’re here.”

“Wh-oh! You’re right.” Her eyes moved from his face to the window, pressing her nose against the glass. “Wow. That was so, so fast.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thank you, so much, dear...darling...dear...Diego.” With a happy sigh, she unbuckled her seatbelt - he was surprised she was able to do so so easily - and climbed out of his car. “Thank you, and have an -oof!”

In the spirit of dumb drunk decisions, Y/N had taken too big a step backwards and promptly fell, right down on her face. And then laid there groaning and mumbling to herself, while Diego stared at her from his side unsure what the hell to do.

“Dammit,” he muttered, and unbuckled his own seatbelt. He hurried out of the car and over to her side. “How much have you had to drink?!”

“Not that much! I mean, a little much, but not thaaaaat much!” Her lips pouted, staring up at him above her. “Why, how much have you had?”

“N-none. Nothing. Stop it.”

Y/N giggled and sat herself up in the grass. Her gaze moved from his to the sky, mapping the stars through a foggy gaze.

Diego just watched her, unsure what to do or say, as she smiled and watched and mumbled to herself something he could not even try to make out. He swallowed, hard, trying to free his mind or how strangely beautiful she looked, sitting with grass in her hair and tears of laughter staining her cheeks.

It was so strange to see someone who he had forced himself to avoid at all costs, someone who he had grown to see in only one specific light so open and free like that. Uncaring, smiling, drunk off her ass but clearly doing at least a bit better than he was.

His mind went back to what she had said in the car, the small comment about hurt. Why had she been drinking? What had led her, someone of such strict schedule, out alone to a shitty bar in the middle of the night, alone, then to call him? Surely she had more people she’d rather talk to - at least people who’d be nicer about helping her home. Why was it him she turned to?

“Diego?”

He looked back down. “Yeah?”

“Gonna help me up, or are you gonna just stand over me and wait for me to take you down? Cause, you know, I will-”

“-yeah, yeah.” Taking her outstretched hands, he tugged her up, that time more gentle in case of injury. As well, careful not to pull her too close. “You...you need help up?”

“Hm? Oh, no, I should be fine. I’ll call my roommate down, she’s great at helping people.” She smiled cheerily. “You’d hate her.”

Diego did not take the bait, though. He simply held her gently and guided her forward, to the apartment complex doors. He paused, ready to let her go, and then,

“Why wouldn’t you just call her to get you, then?”

Y/N gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, dropping them down immediately after. “And miss out on this terrific bonding experience between the two of us, dear-ling?”

“Well - I-I just mean-”

“-sorry, Diego,” she said, that time a little softer. “I just wanted to see you, is that so wrong?”

“W-w-”

“-don’t answer that, I’m too tired for more of your sharp wit tonight.” Her words bled sarcasm, but her eyes remained bright and happy despite. Y/N then moved close to him, stepping shakily forward so she stood just in front before lifting up to her tallest height. Awkwardly, her hands finding his biceps, she pressed a kiss to the area between his mouth and cheek, into day-old stubble he had almost forgotten about.

Diego shivered.

She pulled back, scrutinizing his skin with furrowed brows. “Hm...I think I mis...nevermind. You be safe, muffin….okay?”

Diego found he could not say a word to that all, struggling to even nod back a response. Luckily, Y/n didn’t seem to need one. She nodded happily and swayed away, into her apartment complex. He watched her lean against the wall and call her roommate, lips moving animatedly in what seemed a more interesting conversation that he thought such a thing would have been.

Then she pulled away, and their eyes met again. Hers alive and his frozen, struggling still to comprehend what the hell had happened in that twenty-minute drive.

She smiled at him.

He couldn’t bring himself to do a thing. Just waited, making sure someone came down to get her before turning back to his car.

Diego moved through the actions of getting in, forcing his body to keep going even when his mind was barely moving at all. Mechanically he fastened his seatbelt, long fingers slipping away without even a thought, moving to start the car up again.

But then fell from the wheel, and up to his face. A hand traced the skin her lips had just touched. The skin was dry, but he could still feel somehow the imprint of her mark, pressing into his skin and stubble and being.

And then the hand fell away. Went back to the car, peeling out of the lot and off back to his own place. It dared not touch the skin again, for fear of being burned.

Diego tried to forget about it. Tried to sleep, work out, push through the thoughts radiating through his mind as though it was frozen on just one screen and didn’t know how to exit unto another. He stayed up all night, trying to rid himself of the memory and the thoughts and feelings and the way her eyes looked so stupidly bright in the street lights.

When he finally was able to sleep, it was restless and filled with torments of memories he did his best not to think about. And yet every time, the dreams cycled back to her, the her crying out stupid monologues in the passenger seat of his car, animated and loud and laughing like he had never heard someone laugh before. Drunk and in pain and clearly holding back something and yet alive, in a way he had not seen another human be in a long time.

Her gaze on him, every single time, just before he would wake up, smiling from ear to ear.

“I just wanted to see you, is that so-”

-and then he woke up.

Every time, smiling like a stupid idiot.

PART TWO - here.

#diego hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #this may be super messy i'm so sorry #but it's happy and i rarely write anything happy so!!!#i actually like this fic #my fics

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jaedore · 5 years ago

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parings: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: ceo!au, arranged marriage!au, consumption of alcohol, asshole/player Jaehyun, swearing

[ ☽ smut | ◇ angst ]

note: BB deals with themes of mental and physical abuse, which can be upsetting for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable reading these types of plots, you are advised to not continue

[ 6.4 k words ]

You stood appalled at what you just heard. What. The. Fuck. You thought to yourself as you saw Jaehyun driving off to who knows where. He really had the nerve to say that huh?

You stomped to your car and drove off back to your place. You just wanted to be alone, process through everything. Haewon wanted to go shopping but the meeting drained you. You came back home, changed into sweats, laid back in bed, and turned the television on.

It stayed like that for the next two weeks, you woke up, went to work, came back to your apartment, and laid in bed while the tv in the background. After you told Haewon the news, she would usually drop by to give you some positive energy, but she knew that whenever you were going through something hard, you needed to be alone.

One weekend, you heard a knock at your door. You weren’t expecting anyone so you wondered who was at your door. You peeked through the peephole and your eyes widened as you shot away from the door.

What? Nooo, why is he here?? Maybe if I don’t say anything, he’ll think that I’m not home and he’ll leave.

“Y/n, open the door, I know you’re home,” Jaehyun knocked again.

Silence.

“My parents told me to come,” He commented.

You paused a bit before opening the door, “what do you want?” you narrowed your eyes as he walked past you into your apartment, welcoming himself.

“My parents told me to help you pack,” he turned towards you, “we’re moving into the apartment soon.”

There wasn’t a way to run away anymore. This was it. You sighed and told him to follow you to your room. You grabbed the boxes that your mom gave you a few days ago and started putting clothes in them. You gave a box to Jaehyun and told him to start boxing up all the small things. He narrowed his eyes at you, he hated being bossed around, but he knew he had to or you’d snitch on him. The last thing he wanted was to deal with his temperamental father.

The two of you went on throughout the day without speaking to each other, there wasn’t anything to say. He still made you angry by the way he spoke to you outside of your house two weeks ago. Jaehyun was also angry, but it was because he blamed you for everything.

“I’m ordering pizza, you gonna eat?” Jaehyun asked from outside your bedroom.

You looked at your clock and realized that it’s suddenly 7:30, “no I’m okay,” you replied, folding your clothes.

“Suit yourself,” Jaehyun mumbled walking away to your living room.

Soon, the pizza delivery guy came and your apartment smelled so good. You walked to see Jaehyun sitting on the floor, eating a slice as he scrolled through his phone. He seemed to notice you looking.

“I asked if you were hungry and you said you weren’t so…” Jaehyun replied.

“Whatever,” you whispered and sat down across him.

He was in your apartment. Jaehyun didn’t have the right to refuse you anything, no matter if he asked if you wanted to eat before or not.

“What do you think you’re d-” Jaehyun spoke, but you interrupted him with your actions.

You took a slice, instantly taking a bite and savoring it. You were so busy packing the entire day, you forgot to eat. Jaehyun kept his gaze on you as you kept eating, you knew he wasn’t admiring you, he was boring his irritation into you. Sensing it, it made you uncomfortable. You immediately felt small under his dark aura, so after one piece you stood up and walked to your bedroom.

“I’m not hungry anymore, have the rest,” you said, not turning back as you shut the door.

“Y/n, wake up,” you felt the blankets rip off of you.

“What the heck???” You yelled. You scooted back until your back hit the headrest, “what are you doing?”

“I slept here, you fell asleep on the floor last night, so I put you in bed and slept on the couch.” Jaehyun explained pointing behind him.

He put me in bed? He didn’t-you looked down and saw your clothes from yesterday were still on. You sighed in relief.

“Why didn’t you just go home? This is my apartment and I don’t remember telling you that you could stay,” you retorted.

“What if I wanted to spend some time with my lovely wife?” Jaehyun got on top of your bed and started crawling towards you.

“Fiance.” You corrected him, narrowing your eyes. You were scooting back from his proximity.

Soon, he was in front of your folded legs, “w-what are you doing?” you quietly murmured.

“What do you want me to do?” Jaehyun’s face was inches from yours, you could smell his cologne.

You sat still in your place, as much as you wanted to move, you were paralyzed in the position.

Jaehyun’s arms rose above you, gripping the headrest and trapping you, “maybe I’ll just do whatever I want to do then,” he smirked down at you.

“Get off,” you pushed him away, finally snapped out of whatever trance you were in. You ran to the bathroom to shower and get some air.

Jaehyun sat on the edge of your bed and chuckled to himself. He found a little muse in provoking you. Since you were gone, he couldn’t help but look and walk around your room. He stopped at a drawer of pictures of your childhood pictures. He found amusement in the picture of you crying when you were sitting on Santa's lap when you were a toddler. He walked to the box of pictures and the one that caught his eye was the one of your college graduation. You were holding your diploma proudly and your smile shined brighter than the sun. Jaehyun dropped the picture back into the box, not wanting to see anymore of your pictures before he started to feel any different.

“Hey! Be careful with that, that’s my college graduation picture!” You scolded him as you picked up the frame, checking if there were any cracks.

“Relax princess,” Jaehyun side-eyed you.

Jaehyun watched as you checked the picture frame. You had your towel wrapped around yourself and your wet hair fell onto your shoulders. You smelt like clean cotton and coconut. Jaehyun averted his eyes and walked into the living room.

“I’m heading home, meet me at our new apartment in an hour,” Jaehyun said.

You ignored him as he walked out of your apartment. When you heard him shut the door to your apartment, you sighed and slumped onto the rug. It took awhile for you to finally get up and get yourself dressed.

You walked to the kitchen to make yourself something before you had to leave. As you walked past the living room, you groaned in annoyance, “he didn’t even clean up after himself.”

Of course you cleaned up the mess Jaehyun made. You mumbled to yourself how much of a teenage pig he acted like. He annoyed you so much you just wanted to pull out all of his hair. Once you were done, you made your way to your new shared apartment. Jaehyun was already there, one hand in his pocket, and the other holding onto his phone.

“About time,” he mumbled when you walked up to his side.

You ignored him and walked ahead towards the landlord. Your patience with him was running thin and you didn’t know if you could survive this with him.

“Hello, you must be y/n and Jaehyun,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you shortly greeted back.

The landlord showed the two of you the new apartment. There were two bedrooms across from each other and two bathrooms. Both of the bedrooms were upstairs, the master bedroom taking up one bathroom while the other remained as the main one on the main level. Instead of a hallway, there was a platform to walk across to enjoy the view while the staircase sat in the middle.

The windows in the living room and bedrooms stretched from the floor to the ceiling, bringing in natural light. The kitchen and bathrooms were the perfect size for the both of you. As much as you hated to admit it, you were excited to move into the apartment, it was perfect because it met your expectations.

“When is the expected move-in date?” the landlord asked.

“Next weekend,” you replied, checking out the closet.

A while after the landlord left, you stood with your hands shoved in your pockets as you peered out the living room window, admiring the view. Jaehyun walked up beside you in the same stance.

“There’s no way in hell we’re going to be sharing bedrooms. Sharing an apartment with you is already hard enough,” he sighed, not sparing you a glance.

“Glad we could finally agree on something,” you replied.

You no longer wanted to be around him, he drained everything out of you, so you left. When you got to your own place, you fell back onto your bed. As you were going to close your eyes, your mother called.

“Yes, mother?” You greeted.

“Did you go see the apartment with Jaehyun today?” she curiously asked.

“Yeah, I just got back,” you replied.

“Oh great! Did you two like it?”

“Yeah, it’s great mother,” you tiredly replied.

“Take this week off to pack all your things. There’s not a lot to do, so I’ll handle it,” your mother offered.

“Really? No, it’s okay mother I can come in,” you persisted.

“Y/n, don’t worry about it, take care of yourself,” she said caringly.

You spent the week packing up all your things, Haewon usually came over to help. It was fun when she did, she always brought soju and you two would always look through memory books of you two and laugh. You wouldn’t get any packing done, so you told her to stop bringing soju whenever she came to help. Fortunately for you, Jaehyun never came back to your place.

While you were packing every night, Jaehyun was out partying at Taeyong’s nightclub those nights. It was the same routine, him getting wasted, kissing different girls every night, and Taeyong ending up taking Jaehyun to his home. Since Jaehyun’s place was empty.

“Jae, you can’t keep going on like this, especially when you move in with y/n,” he carried his drunk friend into his place.

“Whatever, I don’t care,” Jaehyun slurred as Taeyong gently laid him down on his bed.

“You really don’t want to move in with her huh?” Taeyong shook his head.

“Nope” Jaehyun responded, popping the last syllable, “I can’t stand her,”

“And why is that?” Taeyong tucked his friend under the covers.

“She bosses me around like she owns the place. I hate those kinds of people. They think the world revolves around them. She probably uses mommy and daddy’s money,” Jaehyun spat.

“And that’s any different from you?” Taeyong laughed at Jaehyun’s unreasonable reasons.

“Yes, I hate my parents and they hate me,” Jaehyun started to cry.

“Okay okay, I think it’s time for you to get to bed,” Taeyong cooed his friend.

“Can you please stay? I might throw up,” Jaehyun wiped the tears that stained his cheek to see his friend nodding.

The next morning, Jaehyun woke up with a throbbing headache. He looked at his phone seeing that he received a text from Taeyong.

[ Tae: I made sure you were okay before I left for work this morning. Take some medicine after you eat something. ]

Jaehyun turned his phone off and stripped down to take a shower. The smell from last night caused him to be nauseous, which resulted in him hurling into the toilet. He flushed the sight in front of him and rubbed his temple, hoping the headache would dissipate. Today was the day the two of you would be moving in together and he wasn’t ready for it. He wasn’t ready to share his space and time, he was going to go insane.

As soon as he got out of the shower, he received an angry voice message from his father, “you fool, where are you? Get over here right now!!”

Jaehyun frustratedly sighed, he held a complicated relationship with him. Sure, his father was respectful in public and to others, but it was all part of a show. His father was ruthless to Jaehyun, he was lucky that his mother was treated somewhat decently. Nights when Jaehyun’s dad came back wasted, were the worst. He would thrash his anger on Jaehyun, leaving physical and mental scars.

Jaehyun knew what his father meant when he called. Jaehyun was supposed to be at the new apartment this morning, but instead, he woke up at noon with a hangover. He locked the door to Taeyong’s apartment and took a cab to his new apartment. From the looks of it, you were already there, your parents were there, and so were his.

You saw him walk through the door with his head hung low, his eyes were puffy and his face was swollen like before when he and his parents were at your parents place.

“Jae, you’re here,” his mother walked up to him.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun softly spoke.

“Well it’s about time,” Mr. Jung looked at his son’s appearance, sighing in what sounded like disappointment , “we were just discussing the rooms.”

“Yes, I think it’s best if you two share the bed,” your mom commented.

“Mother,” your tone signified that you wanted her to stop.

“Just- just hear us out. We want you guys to just get comfortable with each other,” she finished.

You paused for a bit before bluntly replying, “fine.”

Once your parents left along with Jaehyun's, it was now the two of you. You looked out the window of your living room, looking down at little specks of people below you. You would do anything to be them. You would do anything to be out of this position and to be in the apartment stuck with him.

“There’s no way we’re sharing rooms,” Jaehyun said behind you.

“I know, I only said it because I wanted them to stop talking about it,” you said sipping onto the glass of wine you held.

“Movers will be here tomorrow to bring my bed in. You can sleep on the couch,” Jaehyun said. He turned around and headed up to the master bedroom and shut the door behind him.

You narrowed your eyes as you watched him go up to the master bedroom. What a gentleman. You scoffed.

It was 6pm and he still had not come out. As you sat on the couch, watching whatever was playing on the screen, you held your nth glass of wine. You paid no attention to it because you were too busy engulfed in your feelings. The anger you held was engulfing you, angry at yourself, at him, you couldn’t stand him. How were you supposed to marry him?

Your intoxication took over your actions as you saw him finally walk out the master bedroom. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm, turning him around.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, not me,” you bored your gaze into his.

“Not happening,” he shoved you away and continued making his way to the kitchen. You were losing your cool so you followed him into the kitchen. You felt like a hot-headed teenager.

Like a child, you shouted, “suck my dick, Jung Jae-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he swiftly managed to turn around and backed you against the kitchen counter, trapping you underneath him. You immediately regretted your choice of words.

“Why don’t you?” Jaehyun smirked down at you.

What the hell? Enraged with his response, you didn’t notice it when the swing of your hand met his cheek. Your eyes widen in shock, scared of what his reaction would be.

Jaehyun chuckled then narrowed his eyes at you, “don’t you ever...EVER fucking touch me again.” his voice boomed at you.

You twitched when he shouted at you. You could only calm down when he turned around to make his food. That’s when you thought of the perfect idea. He never turned back to face you, so you made a run for it. You quietly ran up to the second level and into the master bedroom and shut the door behind you, locking it.

Jaehyun seemed to have heard you shut the door, so he ran up too.

“Y/n, open the damn door!!” Jaehyun pounded on the door.

You ignored his yelling for the next couple of minutes. His string of sentences were stained with curses and names that would usually tear your sober-self down. Throughout the next hour or two, you stood before the door as you heard him trying to pick the lock. Every time he successfully did, you locked it again.

“Bitch,” you heard Jaehyun mumble before giving up.

“Asshole,” you spat back, his words were hurtful. As immature as it was, you cursed him back.

You hoped that was his last attempt in trying to break in, so you washed yourself up and propped yourself into bed. The sheets smelt like Jaehyun.

How come he smells so good, but his personality is shit? You thought to yourself.

You stared at the ceiling wondering what tomorrow, next week, next month, or the next years would hold for you. At this point, you were crying. You just wanted to be alone, back in your apartment, in your own space of comfort and warmth.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of food being made. Curiously, you walked downstairs to see if Jaehyun was cooking. And he was, but you soon found out he only made it for himself once you saw there weren't any leftovers.

“You didn’t think to leave me some?” You whispered, staring at the empty pan.

Jaehyun heard you, he just chose to ignore you. He quickly finished his plate and set it in the sink, walking off.

You knew he was going upstairs, but his movers were coming in with his bed today, so you just shrugged it off, the master bedroom was going to be yours anyways. You managed to make yourself some toast and a side of fruits. You were thankful that both parents bought some food, so you two didn’t have to go out to buy them for the first few days.

You spent the afternoon straightening things up and making minor adjustments to the decoration of the apartment. When you finished, you made your way to the couch to get a headstart on some documents for work. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the movers coming in.

“I want the master bedroom, can you move the bed that’s already in there to the smaller bedroom? Then set my bed in the master bedroom, I’ll pay you extra,” Jaehyun instructed.

“No, hey!! Leave the bed in the master bedroom, it’ll be easier for them if you just set yours up in the smaller bedroom,” you walked up to Jaehyun.

“No, I’m taking the master bedroom. I already told them I’d pay them extra,” he callously responded.

“Jae-”

“End of discussion,” he interrupted.

“You can’t just shut me up like that! I live here too!” You shouted as he walked away.

Once again, Jaehyun ignored you. You could feel frustration build up inside you. You couldn’t stand being in the same place as him. Everything he said, everything he did infuriated you, so you grabbed your keys and walked out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jaehyun voiced behind you.

You were the one to ignore him this time and kept going down the hall, eventually exiting the apartment building. Fuck this. Fuck Jung Jaehyun. Fuck this marriage. You slammed your car door shut and took a deep breath.

You tried calming yourself down, you didn’t want to let him control your emotions. You drove out of the garage and made your way to the pier. You needed to clear your head and that was the one place you could go without anyone bothering you.

The wind took control of your hair as soon as you stepped onto the pier. As you made it to the end, you gazed at the horizon where the sky met the sea. Sighing, you dropped your head into the support of your palms.

“Not the best day, huh?” a voice asked.

“No,” you chuckled.

“This is where I come too,” the voice commented.

You lifted your head and saw a cute boy. He had high cheekbones and big eyes, his black hair danced with the wind as he looked out to the sea.

“Me too,” you responded, “I’m y/n.”

“I know who you are, I’m Mark,” he smiled.

You shot him a curious look.

“You’re the daughter of the CEO who owns Audace,” he smiled, “my dad is the CEO of Lee Technology,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve known,” you apologized, rubbing your forehead.

“No, it’s okay!” he waved his hands in front of his chest, “you looked like you had a lot on your mind.”

“It’s...something like that,”

“Penny for your thoughts?” he carefully asked, “I mean, if you’re okay with it.”

You chuckled at his awkwardness, “I just met you,” you shifted your head to the side.

“That’s okay! We can just watch the sunset from here,” he chuckled before turning his attention back to the horizon.

The two of you sat on the bench and exchanged stories and minor details about yourself. Turns out, you two are the same age. Mark was a little more goofy and usually you would wave it off as immaturity, but for some reason his personality seemed to make you feel a lot better.

Darkness was starting to paint the sky and you figured it was time to probably get back. You exchanged numbers with Mark before getting in your car and driving off. You couldn’t help but laugh when you remembered the things you two talked about.

When you shut the door to your apartment, you walked up to your new room, the smaller bedroom. It was on the other side of the hallway from Jaehyun’s. As you were making your way, you could hear noises coming from Jaehyun’s room. You tiptoed your way closer to his door and stopped when you heard what you heard.

It was his grunts mixed with a woman’s moans. Your breath hitched, wishing you weren’t curious enough to find out.

“Oh shit,” you heard the woman pant.

“You like that? You like that, huh? Like my big cock in your tight pussy, you desperate slut,” he grunted.

You could tell the pace of him pick up when you heard his headboard hit against the wall quickly. You wanted to move, but you couldn’t. You stood your ground until you heard both of them finish.

You could hear the door to his room opening, but you still didn’t move. Jaehyun came out, half dressed, he looked deadpan at you as the woman he just banged yelled after him. You were so shocked at what just happened that you couldn’t comprehend a word she said. Jaehyun walked up to you, drilling his gaze into you. He didn’t say anything, the two of you just stood in front of each other for minutes until he walked past you.

You scoffed in disbelief. It's the second day of moving in and he has already fucked someone. The nerve of this guy. You turned towards your room. Grabbing your pajamas, you made your way to the bathroom. The small bathroom didn’t have a room of its own like the master bedroom, so you had to use the main bathroom. You made sure Jaehyun wasn’t anywhere to be seen before you went.

You quickly showered, letting the hot water trickle down on you, drowning in the heat. You sighed as you quickly dried yourself up and walked back to your room. As you did, Jaehyun and the woman were at round two, or probably round three. You ran into your room, not wanting to hear anything anymore, and slammed it shut.

How can he be so careless? There are probably dozens of people who know him. You two weren’t married, yet, but you were engaged. The media hasn’t published an article yet but as soon as they do, you two will already be married and when women find out that they had hooked up with him, a married man, it’ll reflect horribly on the two of you and your businesses. Especially when you inherit the CEO position of Audace and Jaehyun, Jung Corporation.

No. You thought to yourself. He will ruin this himself. Let him. It’s going to be on him. You had to remind yourself from overthinking. Everything will be fine on your part. You took a deep breath and put on your headphones. You needed to block out the sexual noises somehow.

As you laid in bed, you stared at the ceiling waiting for your body to feel tired. Although, half an hour later, you didn’t feel anything. You picked up your phone and dialed a number. It took two rings before the person on the other line picked up.

“Hello?” his voice was coated with interest, wondering who was calling him this late at night.

“Hey, Mark. It’s me, y/n.”

“Hey, I was wondering when you’d call!” He excitedly said.

You chuckled at his adorable remark. That night, the two of you talked for hours. You two just met earlier today, but you felt like you knew him since you were children.

“It’s getting late, you should go to bed,” Mark yawned.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll talk to you later. Night, Mark,” you smiled, hanging up the phone.

If it wasn’t for Jaehyun’s door shutting, you wouldn’t have woken up. You slipped out of bed to see if it was the woman from last night. As you cracked the door open, you saw her rush out the door with her blond hair falling apart from its bun, her dress halfway zipped, and her heels hanging by her finger.

“You going to stand there all morning?” Jaehyun asked.

“You should’ve kept it down, I heard you two the entire night,” you said.

“We had to block out your laughter last night,” Jaehyun shrugged, making his way downstairs.

You mocked him for his comment. You slammed the door and waited until you heard him go back to his room. You needed to get ready for work, but he was taking his time.

Screw it. You walked out to get yourself ready. As you came downstairs to get breakfast, you could feel him watching you from behind.

“What do you want?” you asked him, without turning around.

“Don’t come back home tonight,” Jaehyun commanded.

“Good luck with that, I live here,” you scoffed at his attempt to boss you around.

“Unless you want to hear-”

“You can’t keep bringing in women every night for pleasure,” you began, “when the media releases the news of us getting married, those women who you’ve screwed will realize that they’ve been banging a married man.”

“Why do you care?” Jaehyun picked at his breakfast.

“Because it reflects badly on us and our businesses could lose millions, Jaehyun,” you replied, you didn’t know how else to respond.

“You sound like my father,” Jaehyun abruptly stood from his chair, “and I hate that you do. So do me a favor, mind your own business and I’ll mind mine.” and with that, he left to go back up to his room.

With your jaw clenched, you slammed the door shut to the shared apartment. Jaehyun made things super hard for you at home, so you hoped that work would be a little easier on you. Turns out, it was going to be a busy week.

“Mother, I thought you said there wasn’t a lot to do,” you dropped your purse. There were so many files piled up on your desk that there wasn’t any room for your hands to type on the computer.

“I’m sorry honey, but those are from this past weekend. We’re launching a new collection and departments solely need your approval,” you mother looked up from the papers in front of you.

You instantly felt bad because she had as many files as you did piled on her desk. There were so many files you didn’t even know where to begin. The Marketing, Finance, Management, Trading, Design Departments all needed the files done as soon as possible.

Throughout the morning, you ended up finishing one pile. You skipped lunch with your mother, so she brought you some sushi when she came back.

“Sweetie, you should take a break,”

“No, the Finance Department team needs the approvals for these accounts, so I have to get it to them as soon as possible,” you huffed, completing the file and opening the next.

Your mother knew how stubborn you were, you got it from her, so she didn’t bother you any longer. You worked and ate simultaneously as you did the files. That’s how the rest of the day went, at the end of your shift you weren’t close to finishing, so you stayed later. You bid your mother goodbye as she told you to give Jaehyun a call to let him know you were going to be late.

“Honestly, he didn’t even want me to come back home tonight,” you said to yourself.

Getting back to work, you knew it was going to be a long night. The Finance Department was demanding, but it was understandable. They were one of the pillars of Audace.

It was almost 10pm and you weren’t home yet, Jaehyun wondered where you could’ve gone off to, but at the same time he wasn’t that worried because he told you not to come back. Tonight Chaeyoung was coming over again and he wanted to spend more time with her.

He and Chaeyoung went to highschool together. Before Jaehyun started sleeping around in his college years and after, he was loyal and dedicated to his relationship with Chaeyoung. She came from a rich family who owned an automobile enterprise, but that’s not the path she wanted to take. He fell in love with her the way she fell in love with fashion designing. Jaehyun fell in love with her because she was different from all the other girls his parents forced him to meet. She was like the fresh air on a spring day.

Their relationship ended when the two graduated, they both went their separate ways. Jaehyun went to business school, while Chaeyoung moved to the states for fashion design. After years of studying, Chaeyoung finally came back and reached out to Jaehyun. She looked different, but still beautiful in Jaehyun’s eyes. Her hair was dyed blond and her face matured.

That was last night you came back from the pier, Chaeyoung was over while you were just coming back. He cursed himself when he saw you standing out his door, he swore to himself to make sure it never happened again. That’s why he told you not to come back, so he was slightly hoping just this once, you’d listen to him.

Back at your office, you finished with the Finance Department and managed to start on the Marketing’s files. You packed your bags and headed towards the elevators with the Finance Department’s files.

After you dropped off the files, you sat in your car contemplating if you should go to the apartment or listen to Jaehyun and go somewhere else.

“I’m going home, I live there too,” you mumbled to yourself driving off.

You managed to make it back quietly, while Jaehyun and whoever was in there with him were doing their business, you stepped into your room and fell on top of your bed. You were way too tired to get undressed and shower, you figured you could just do that early in the morning before they both wake up.

And that’s how it went throughout the week, you came home late and left early, managing to avoid Jaehyun. You didn’t know if it was the same girl or different ones every night, but either way, you avoided her too.

It was finally Friday and you had one last department to finish. The Designing Department’s files weren’t as heavy loaded as the other departments, so you knew you would finish early and get to go home.

You sat at your desk, looking through the designs of each set of the portfolio. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear your phone go off.

“Hey Haewon,” you supported your phone between your shoulder and head.

“It’s Friday! Let’s go to the club!!” She excitedly yelled through the phone.

“I...I don’t know,” you sighed, you were pretty burnt out.

“But y/n” she whined, “people are talking about the hottest club in town, we have to go!!” she said through the phone.

Haewon was always the party goer. You liked to party too, but most of the time you put your priorities above that. Her personality balanced your friendship, that’s how it’s lasted so long.

“Okay, fine.”

“Great! You can bring that Mark boy you’ve been talking about too!” Haewon laughed as she hung up.

You thought about it for a bit, I guess it has been awhile since I’ve seen or talked to him. You gave him a quick call asking if he was busy tonight and turns out he wasn’t.

With a smile walked to drop off the Designing Department’s files. Mark was coming to the club with you and Haewon, he was going to bring a couple of friends. You felt like a teenager again with a crush on him.

This isn’t wrong though...right? You contemplated. Jaehyun’s hooking up with girls anyways...you brushed off the thought knowing it’d ruin your mood.

“Good afternoon, Ms y/l, what brings you here?” A woman walked up to you.

“I’ve approved the designs on these, so start when you guys can,” you said, handing the girl your files.

You furrowed your eyebrows, you’ve never seen her before so you wondered if she was new. Maybe she’s an intern?

You called yourself off the rest of the day and went to the apartment. You wanted to take a nap, but the moment you stepped in, you saw Jaehyun and wanted to walk out.

Jaehyun was surprised to see you, you’ve avoided him the entire week so he didn’t see you once. He knew you came home after work, he heard you shutting doors and taking showers, but didn’t bother with it. As long as Chaeyoung didn’t see you. Jaehyun saw how worn out you looked and figured it wouldn’t be worth it to pick a fight with you. You two looked at each other without saying anything. You were the first to turn away and walk upstairs.

“I’m not coming home tonight,” you said, not turning your back.

“Me neither,” he replied.

“Where are you going?” curiosity sparked your question.

“None of your business. I didn’t ask you where you were going,” he shrugged.

“Fine,” you whispered and shut the door to your room. You desperately needed to take a nap, you stripped off your clothes before you slipped into bed.

The sound and vibrations of the club could be felt as Haewon parked the car. There were several people lining up outside of the club and you wondered if this was a newer one. You two walked into the club, VIP because apparently Haewon “had her ways”. You tugged on the tight black dress that hugged your body. Ever since you’ve moved out, you never got a chance to shop so you borrowed whatever Haewon thought looked good on you.

The club was dark, other than the fact that there were blinding colored lights from time to time, and the music pounded through your body. The dance floor was filled with several tipsy individuals who fell into their own lust.

“Hey, isn’t that Mark?” Haewon pointed to a man sitting in one of the booths.

“Yes!” You excitedly walked towards him.

“Hey! You look great!” Mark stood up, offering you to sit, “do you want anything to drink?”

“Um,” you thought for a bit. You did have a long, hard week so you deserved to have fun, “just get me something strong.” you smiled.

Soon, you were tipsy to the point Mark had to slightly support you. You and him were on the dance floor, his arms gripped your waist as your back met his chest. The music moved through Mark’s hands, guiding your hips side to side against him.

“You know, I never told you, but you look really pretty tonight,” Mark whispered closely to your ear.

“Thanks,” you smiled, resting your head back on his shoulder.

Mark could sense that the alcohol was starting to take a toll on you as you shut your eyes, “I’m going to get you some water, meet me at the booth in a bit,” he smiled as he walked away.

“Okay” as soon as you could say that, something caught your attention. Or you could say someone.

“What the hell?”

It was Jaehyun. There was a girl next to him who had her arms wrapped around his, blond, skinny, and tall. From afar, you knew it was the girl from the other night that ran out of your shared place. You didn’t know if you were jealous or it was because you were tipsy, but before you could stop yourself you were already making your way towards him.

Jaehyun could spot you from a mile away, he spotted you on the dance floor and for some reason, he couldn’t rip his gaze from you. He hated to admit it, but you looked beautiful when you weren’t constantly in your work attire. You were the only one who stole his eyes on the dance floor, not because of how you danced, but because of you brightly you smiled. He hasn’t seen you so happy except for when he saw your graduation picture.

That was until you two made eye contact. Jaehyun noticed you coming towards his way, he was in a hurry to walk away, but you were already in front of him before he could. And before he knows it, you were grabbing the collar of his shirt and pressing your lips against his.

#nct jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun series #jaehyun au #jung jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun angst #nct series

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Casonverse Expo

ok so after you see this you Cannot save it. the whole thing about the casonverse is that its solely “oral” and memory based. i cannot write down “rules” to it or anything. this post Will be lost to time and youll just have to deal with that

ok so. we begin. our story. w/ an explanation on how ectobiology has been going on earth c. basically, every once in a while to increase genetic diversity, a babeh between two of the original founders is created randomly, and said founders get to decide if they want to adopt that babeh or not.

now its been a very very long time on earth c and all of these bitches are immortal. yep. every single one. even the non godtiers, they get an immortality boon for winning the game. you know whats also a boon? all of the players getting revived. yep. every single one. because this is my au and i can do what i want.

anyways as i was saying basically at some point a babeh between john and karkat is made and this time theyre like “yeah ok well adopt this one” SO. they be goin there. and the ONE TIME they decide this is the right time the baby is fuckin BROKE. the internal organs of trolls and humans dont mesh very well when the genes are combined in the ectomachine, and this baby is basically just dying very slowly. this baby isssss Casey! well, shes not named that by her parents, but well just call her Casey for now.

john and karkat do their fuckin best to keep this thing alive but her tiny baby body is completely dysfunctional. and doesnt last very long. This is Traumatizing for Everyone Involved. anyways!! a pretty long time after that we have Cason and Jones. they were spawned at the same time. Jones is rose and kanayas horrible ectospawn, and Cason happens to be another equally horrible spawn between john and karkat! they decide to adopt this one, and fortunately it lives. This was Their First Mistake.

but before we get into Cason, lets get into Jones. Jones is,,,, very socially awkward. in fact, she often comes off as creepy to everyone else. this makes her very clingy towards her mothers, who arent That terrible at parenting. theyve got quirks, but theyre good for her. Jones doesnt really have any friends, except this Totally Cool and Not at All Dangerous cult she gets dragged into! this is the second secret shes ever kept from her mothers. the first is that shes the one who keeps bringing snails into the house. Jones likes snails, but shes not good at taking care of them. she just keeps bringing them into the house and feeding them her snack. her snack is rat poison. snails like and digest rat poison safely. snails! she likes them.

ALSO APPARENTLY SHE CAN SEE GHOSTS???? yeah lets get into that. see, Casey becomes a Regular Ghost after she dies. not a dream ghost, just a plain ol ghost. and anyways, shes around the same age as everyone else if not a year older due to Ghost Rules now, and Cason is the only one that seems to be able to see her. and then theres Jones. Jones is absolutely stunning to Casey and yes she falls so hard in dokis. but Jones is trying to ignore the fact that she can see ghosts. it makes her feel like even more of an outcast. ooooo drama! anyways those two have their own background plot going on about fighting eldritch gods or something idk.

LETS GET BACK TO CASON. see. Cason. is The Worst. like, genuinely. ever since he was a kiddo, he was a completely spoiled brat from day one, and spent his childhood Looking Down on People for multiple reasons. for one, hes the son of TWO FUCKING FOUNDERS AND RAISED BY THEM, two he got away with EVERYTHING, and three i think its just in his nature. Cason prides himself in being knowledgeable and better than everyone else, but he is not like Other Egomaniacs((tm.))

Cason doesnt necessarily care about being liked, even if he WAS a great manipulator, or being the best at Everything. he couldnt care less about sports or popularity. all he wants, is Control. just like hes had since day one. This is Terrible for Everyone Involved.

but most terrible for anyone, is Tippie Piyjon. Tippie is terezi and nepetas ectospawn, which, really started it all. now, terezi and nepeta are not horrible people, or even necessarily horrible parents, but theyre just not suited for it. Tippie raised herself on romance novels and the like, especially after being sortve taken in as a goddaughter by karkat almost immediately after she was born. and, because of this, she got to meet Cason very early on. there was hardly ever a day where the two werent around eachother, whether they liked it or not. in school, at their own house, wherever. now, being around Cason of all people all the time, meant you knew exactly how he operated.

and well, Tippie figured that, maybe, if she was just good enough, she could change him. and Cason used that to his full advantage. the two became moirails, which was Fucked Up for Everyone Involved, and grew ever closer. now Cason, being Cason, was Extremely Emotionally Abusive to Tippie. she had to do what he asked, whatever it was, even if it wasnt morally right, she had to stay by his side, she couldnt cry in front of his parents, she had to get good grades so he wouldnt look bad, so many damn things she had to do. even if he never once laid a finger on her, her mental health was, slowly but surely, chiseled down.

every attempt at defying him was met with such coldness, or hed act more warm towards her, so surely she was doing something right and had to keep going. just had to be good enough. hell get better eventually. Cason earns the title of #1 Gaslighter Extraordinare. the only place she found any solace away from him was grubscouts, which she joined on her own terms when she was very young, and at the time was a camp counselor even! this lasted. for so many years.

Cason is nineteen whenever i depict him, and Tippie is seventeen, but very nearly eighteen. eventually, she cant take it anymore, and snaps at him. usually this doesnt last, and he would manage to calm her down eventually, but shes fucking Tired of it. he hasnt changed. not even a bit. well. Cason cant have that, now can he? the first time he lays a hand on her, he slaps her across the face. Big Mistake. though terrified, Tippie lashes out, and claws Casons left eye out, making a terribly deep gash that would leave him permanently blind in that eye whether or not he got treatment.

this scares the SHIT out of her, and Tippie runs off, for the first time, to her mothers. as she cries, she recounts how terrible everythings been and how she didnt mean it and shes sorry and- theres nothing to apologize for. its very clear, that they shouldve stepped in sooner, shouldve noticed something was wrong. meanwhile, Cason crawls home to his own dads, who are rightfully spooked seeing their son with a horrifically bloody face and a gouged eyeball. they only had a second to try and comfort him, before he snapped at them, showing a bit of his true nature to them for the first time, and also, terezi showing up behind him. after a thorough explanation which was mostly just a few stern, if a little tearful words, Casons parents are completely mortified. karkat quickly kicks him out in an act of raw emotion. no chance to grab clothes, or for john to interject, Cason is left outside, alone, and with absolutely no power left. what will he do?

theres also other characters but theyre like babies so they dont have much characterization and also arent very important to the story. but here they are ig:

owen, jade and daves child. hes like, 3. he likes sticks and playing in mud. hes 3 what more do you want from him

siyren, aradia and feferis kiddo. shes like, 6. she likes ballet, arts and crafts, and being snooty

damien, eridan and solluxs kid. hes 10, likes calling people slurs over xbox, and overcompensating since his parents waited so damn long to adopt him after his slimebirth

killer, who named himself, aradia and sollux kid. hes like 11 or something. he likes being edgy and has the same issue as damien. in fact, all but siyren have this issue

toga bitch, who i have currently yet to name, aradia and eridans kid. shes 12. she likes earth rome and chilling in public fountains. a burgundy whose violetkin

wemon wemon, who is also currently unnamed, feferi and eridans kid. hes 13, the oldest. he likes earth lemon demon and horror special effects

carrie, feferi and solluxs kid. shes like 11, likes dance dance revolution and earth 9s

rosie, calliope and roxys bab, whos a baby. jane is also her mom

ben, tippies far future carapacian bf, who likes boring shit like birdwatching and scrapbooking. malewife supreme. a very soft dude, and just wants to help his gf w/ her trauma and join her grubscout troop on earning badges. just a great, if boring guy

notkonyyl, just as unnamed, a notcanadian oliveblood who enjoys going to the gym, frequenting bars, being cool, flirty, and defending her moirail to the death

notkuprum, haha unnamed, is a human, and the moirail to notkonyyl. he likes things like being annoying, flirting with everyone taller than him ((most people)), the nintendo switch, and defending his moirail to the death

#casonverse #long post #very long post #homestuck #tw abuse #tw eye trauma

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