#he's just like me when my ramen's place closed and i forget it's because of their closing day

[i-am-baechu]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Title: Clumsy  

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Paring: Teacher! Seokjin x Teacher! Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Rating: Explicit (18+)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: ‘Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love’. 

Park Y/N has always been clumsy and it gets worse when she has a crush. The first time meeting Kim Seokjin wasn’t the best and her world came crashing down when she saw him laughing to himself after her spill. To make things even worse, everyone knows that she likes him except for him. Why can’t she win in relationships? 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Genre: Fluff, romance, two idiots in love, comedy, angst, and smut

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Playlist: Clumsy - Fergie 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Authors note: This isn’t a serious story. It’s very lighthearted and fun : ). I was also thinking about making drabbles for this story! Let me know if you would like because I have some ideas. 

“Y/N, you should be wrapped up in bubble wrap.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair as she stared up at the ceiling, “You're not helping me.” 

Her best friend, Kim Mingyu, let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders, “I never said I was going to help you.” 

Y/N let out a groan and sat back up in her chair, “It wasn’t that embarrassing...” 

Mingyu tossed a chip into his mouth as he raised his eyebrow, “You knocked down a whole shelf in his classroom and then you broke his door when you tried to flee the scene. I think that's pretty embarrassing.” 

She crumbled up a piece of paper and tossed it at Mingyu’s head as she pouted, “Your so fucking annoying.”

“You just need confidence to be in the same room as him.” 

“It’s not that easy...” 

Park Y/N is clumsy, there’s no getting around that. From the moment she could walk, her parents knew she would cause heart attacks. Not from being pretty but from worrying them to the point their heart gives out. There were times when she wished she was like her older sister, Park Umiko and maybe then Kim Seokjin could fall in love with her. Seokjin would fall in love with someone who was a world-class ballerina and not a clumsy teacher. Umiko was elegant and she had this aura that brought people in. Umiko never tripped or broke something when she saw her crush, if anything they were tripping to get to her first. 

Seokjin has been her crush for the past two years and it’s embarrassing. For starters, she’s twenty-six. Who has crushes when you're almost thirty? The second reason is, everyone knows she likes him. When she says everyone, she means everyone. All the students talk about it in the hallways and some even have bets when the teacher is going to confess. If she could, she would die but she doesn’t have good health insurance so...staying alive it is. 

Mingyu frowned at her and stood up from the desk he was sitting at. He walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Y/N, you want to get dinner? My treat so you can forget this day.” 

Y/N looked up at him and nodded his head, “Can we get ramen with those special eggs?”

“Yes and yes you can get a beer.” 

Y/N stood up as fast as she could and grabbed her bag, “Make it two beers.” 

Mingyu rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Whatever you want.” 

Y/N nodded her head at this, “Let me drink to forget.”

“You're such a drama queen.” 

They walked out of the classroom and she glared at Mingyu, “No, I’m not.” 

Y/N walked off but Mingyu rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, “Forgetting something?”

Y/N stopped halfway in the hall and let out a groan. She walked back and pointed at Mingyu, “Shut up.” She closed her door and locked it up with a pout. This was the fourth time this week that she forgot to lock up her classroom. It’s Tuesday. She turned towards Mingyu with a glare, “I told you to shut up.” 

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Your face says enough.” 

They walked out of the school and went to the teacher parking lot. Along the way, Mingyu was making fun of her and the events that happened that day. She unlocked her car but stopped when she saw Seokjin getting into his car. The way he got into his car and still looked good needed to be studied. She didn’t understand how someone could be so handsome and cute at the same time. She shook her head and started walking but froze when she heard her name. 

She slowly turned around and saw Seokjin giving her a soft smile from his window, “Have a good night! See you in the morning!” 

She gave him a small wave and blinked her eyes, “Y-Yeah, se-see you in the morning.” 

She turned around to walk to her car but tripped on her shoelaces causing her to fall face first. Mingyu stood in the back and watched all this with an amused look. He sighed and shook his head. He went towards Y/N and helped her up, “So about the bubble wrap.”

“Mingyu, I will run you over with my car.” 

“If you can walk to your car without tripping then I’ll be scared.” 

She bit her lip and looked past Mingyu’s shoulder to see that Seokjin was already gone. She let out a small breath and placed her hand on top of her chest, “Thank god he didn’t see that.”

Mingyu patted the top of her head, “Let’s get you those beers to erase the embarrassment.” 

She smacked his hand away and crossed her arms over her chest, “Is ​​Seungcheol going to be there?”

Mingyu raised his eyebrow as he opened the car door for her, “Yeahhh....why?”

“I’m going to tell him that you were messing with me.”

“O-Oi!” 

The crush on Kim Seokjin happened so fast that it made scientists confused. Y/N had crushes and past relationships but she never felt this way towards someone. Every time she saw Seokjin smile the world would stop and it was just them. It was the story that parents would read to their children for bedtime (ignoring the fact that she wasn’t with him but you get the point). 

Two years of her constantly running away from him was now causing problems in her personal life. Her mother (bless her heart), was worried for her. So like any worried mother, you set up blind dates with your friend's son. Of course, Y/N entertained her mother by going on these dates but Y/N would always find a way to leave early (she’s really good at lying). “My friend is having an emergency, I need to check up on her. It was nice meeting you though.” “My roommate had to take my dog to the vet because something happened. I have to go.” (She didn’t have a roommate nor a dog). 

Her ex-boyfriend and close friend, Lim Jaebeom, has told her so many times to open her world up but she couldn’t. She fell for Seokjin hard and she was too stubborn to change her mind. All the guys that her mother set her up with, they weren’t bad but they weren’t Seokjin. It wasn’t the math teacher who could explain algebra to anyone or the teacher who sometimes took over the PE class. It wasn’t Seokjin and that’s what made them bad. The day she met Kim Seokjin was the day that was her downfall. 

Y/N sat in the meeting room typing away on her laptop for her next class. She heard the chair next to her and looked away from the screen to see, Jung Hoseok giving her a soft smile. Hoseok was her work friend and among all the teachers, she liked him the best. He was the dance teacher but on top of that, he was the earth science teacher. Two subjects that Y/N will never understand. 

“Did you hear?”

Y/N tilted her head at Hoseok with a confused look, “Noo....?”

“Since Mr. Lee retired, we’re getting a new math teacher. It’s their first day today.”

“Oh? It’s already a month into the new school year, isn’t it kind of late?”

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the chair, “Yeah but Namjoon said he needed a teacher fast and he was the best teacher he interviewed.” 

“I hope he isn’t like Mr. Lee.” 

Hoseok let out a small laugh, “It was fun hearing his conspiracies about the world.”

Y/N shook her head at this and looked back at her laptop, “He was telling the students that the moon landing never happened and how Europe is made up.”

“To be fair, England isn’t real.”   

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “Hoseok, I can’t with you.” 

“It’s true.”

Y/N finished the last sentence and smiled to herself, “All done. Do you want some coffee? I’m gonna grab some.”

Hoseok nodded his head, “Pleaseee~.”

The principal always made sure the staff was taken care of with goodies from his sister’s bakery. This time Namjoon brought coffee and strawberry shortcake. She poured the coffee and when she turned around she saw the new teacher walk in. He was in a simple white t-shirt and glasses and she glanced down at his plump lips. He was handsome. So handsome that it made her question. Why the hell is he a teacher? He should be an actor or a K-pop idol. She turned back around and felt her face get hot. She was going to introduce herself and make it known that she was cool. He looked like he liked cool girls. 

She turned around but didn’t notice her foot was on top of the tablecloth. She fell on the floor with the cake landing on her head. She rubbed her ankle and opened her eyes to see Seokjin laughing with the other math teacher, Suan Choi. She felt her whole body get hot and she went to get up but slipped on the frosting making her fall back down. Hoseok quickly made his way to her and gave her a concerned look, “Are you okay?” 

No, she was not okay nor will she ever be okay, “I-I’m okay.”

Hoseok helped her up and gave her his signature smile, “I’ll give you a 10/10 for that landing.” 

She took some frosting and put it on his face, “Shut up.” 

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

She turned her head to see Mingyu snapping his fingers in her face. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it, “I’m not a dog.”

“H-Hey, I’m sorry.”

She let go of his wrist and leaned back on his couch, “What did you say?” 

He rubbed his wrist and pouted, “You’re mean. I asked if you were ready to go on that date tomorrow?” 

She scoffed at this and took a sip of her beer, “No, my mom said this one is a good one.” 

He raised his eyebrow and rubbed her shoulder gently, “You should tell her that you don’t want this.” 

“I can’t say no to her. I hate seeing her sad.” 

Mingyu frowned, “What about you being sad?”

“I’m not sad...I get free food.”  

Choi ​​Seungcheol walked in and glanced at Y/n with a worried look. He dried his hair off with his towel and sat next to her, “Should you be drinking more? You have work tomorrow. You had two beers at the restaurant.” 

She pouted at ​​Seungcheol and shook her head, “This is my last one and I'll go to bed.” 

​​Seungcheol sighed and shook his head, “Y/N, you need to take better care of yourself.”

“It’s not my fault my embarrassment is making me drink.” 

Mingyu let out a small laugh and shook his head, “That’s not how it works.” 

​​Seungcheol glared at Mingyu (who immediately stopped laughing) and gave Y/N a gentle smile, “It’s going to be okay. Don’t think too much of it.” 

Y/N placed her beer on the coffee table and nodded her head, “I-I just don’t know what to do Cheoooolll!” She wrapped her arms around his waist and he sighed. He gently rubbed her back as she cried into his chest, “It’s okay, Y/N. Let’s get you in bed.”

Mingyu stood up and grabbed her slippers, “You can sleep in my bed.” 

Y/N looked at Mingyu and she gave him a tearful smile, “Really? I-I feel bad taking your bed.” 

“I can share a bed with ​​Seungcheol. It’s okay.”

​​Seungcheol picked Y/N up with ease and nodded his head, “Just get some sleep. I’ll have water and pills ready for you in the morning.”

“You guys are my best friends. I love you guys so much.”

“Yes, we know.” 

They walked into the hallway and ​​Seungcheol placed Y/N on the bed. He put the blanket on top of her and smiled at her, “Hopefully tomorrow is a better day, Y/N.”

She glanced at ​​Seungcheol and nodded her head, “I-to think that.” 

​​Seungcheol sighed and got up from the bed. He glanced at Mingyu, “We need to help her with this problem. She can’t keep drinking her embarrassment away.” 

“I know but I don’t know what more we can do.” 

“We’ll figure it out. Let’s go to bed.” 

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her alarm blasting in her ear. She frowned and glanced at the time. She locked her phone and looked up at the ceiling, Another day to embarrass myself. She groaned when the second alarm started and she slowly sat up, “I’m up.” 

She slipped her feet into her slippers and dragged herself into the living room. Walking into the living room, she saw Mingyu cooking breakfast and ​​Seungcheol setting the table, “Good morning...”

​​Seungcheol turned towards her and smiled, “Your water is on the table with your pills.” 

“Thank you...sorry for this happening again.”

​​Seungcheol shook his head and pulled the chair for her, “I’m just happy you went to sleep and were safe. Now sit.” 

The morning went on like normal and ​​Seungcheol drove Y/N to work this time. He was talking to her about Jaebeom and how he was planning on visiting soon. Y/N was surprised to hear this and looked at ​​Seungcheol, “He didn’t tell me he was coming...”

“He probably wanted to surprise you. When he comes, just act shocked so I won’t get in trouble.” 

She saluted him and nodded her head, “Whatever you say.”

He pulled in and smiled at her, “I’ll be picking you up. Mingyu pulled your car into the garage so don’t worry about it.” 

Y/N nodded her head and gathered all her bags, “Thank you~. I’ll see you tonight.” 

“Be careful today. Please.” 

She pouted and nodded her head, “Yes Dad.” 

​​Seungcheol got out of the car and opened her door. He gave her a smile, “See you tonight.” 

She waved goodbye to him and walked towards the entrance of the school. She glanced up at the window and saw Seokjin talking to Suan. She watched Suan grab Seokjin’s arm, laughing at something he said. She frowned at this and shook her head. No negative thoughts. It’s too early. She walked into the building and heard her name. She turned around and smiled, “Good morning, Hoseok.”

“Good morning~. I was going to ask if you wanted to get coffee with me real quick before school starts.” 

Y/N thought about it and shrugged her shoulders, “Sure, let me drop my things off in my class.”

“Let me grab that bag to make things easier.” 

“Thanks.” 

The two walked back outside talking about their lessons for the day. Unaware of eyes on their backs. 

Kim Seokjin was born into a family filled with doctors. It was a shock to everyone when he wanted to become a teacher. His parents supported him and even offered to pay for his college but he refused. He wanted to achieve everything on his own. Finding a job in Korea was hard, especially for teachers. Every school he went to was too uptight and it didn’t feel right. Getting accepted to Map of Soul Academy was purely by chance. He remembers the day when he got the call from Namjoon.

Seokjin was on his couch watching the K-drama on TV. Park Jimin entered the room and raised his eyebrow, “It’s noon on a Monday. Why are you here?” 

Seokjin pouted and grabbed his ice cream from the coffee table, “I have nowhere to be.”

Jimin sighed and frowned at his roommate, “I’m going to guess you didn’t get the callback.” 

“Very good.” 

Seokjin looked up at the ceiling and sighed, “Maybe becoming a teacher was stupid. I should’ve become a doctor.”

Jimin shook his head and sat on the couch next to Seokjin, “Don’t say that Jin. This is what you wanted to do. Don’t give up.” 

“That’s easy for you to say. You have a job.”

Jimin scoffed at this, “Dude, I hate my job. At least you're trying to use your degree.”

Before Seokjin could say anything, his phone started ringing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and he straightened up. He placed the ice cream in Jimin’s lap and picked up the phone, “Hello this is Kim Seokjin.”

“Hey, Jin. It’s Namjoon. I don’t if you remember me from college.” 

“Oh, I do. We had Biology together.” 

Seokjin heard a sigh of relief and he glanced at Jimin. Jimin raised his eyebrow and mouthed, “What’s going on?”. Making Seokjin shrug his shoulders, “Seokjin, would you like to have an interview today for a math teacher position here at Map of Soul Academy?” 

Seokjin stood up and nodded his head, “Yeah, I would love to have that interview.” 

“Is three o'clock okay?” 

“Yes, I’ll see you then.” 

“See you then, thank you again.” 

Seokjin turned towards Jimin and gave him a proud smile, “I’m putting that degree to work today.”

“You should wash your face. You have chocolate on your face.” 

He was forever grateful to Namjoon for giving him this job. Map of Soul Academy was a unique school. Unlike other schools, Map of Soul has four schools within one campus. Each school was based on different subjects, media, science, business, and medicine. He was hired into the media school and met unique teachers. It was clear that the media school was more lively than the other schools. Hoseok being the energetic earth science teacher and Kim Taehyung, the relaxed art teacher who only shows excitement towards art. It was rather different from what he expected. 

There was also L/N Y/N, the clumsy history teacher that brought smiles all around campus. It was clear that Y/N was popular with all the students. She is compassionate and fun to be around with but he wouldn’t know this because she always ran away from him. Ever since he first met her, he was intrigued by her. She wasn’t like any women he met, which is a good thing. 

“Ms. L/N, what can I do to help you?” Seokjin watched Y/N enter his classroom with papers in her hands, hiding her face. He tilted his head at her and frowned, “Are you okay?” 

Y/N let out a small cough and nodded her head. She handed him the papers but didn’t make eye contact with him. Before he could ask what the papers were, she ran away. It was obvious that her eyes were closed because she ran straight into the wall making his shelves fall down. He stood up from his desk with a worried look, “Ms. L/N, are you okay?”

She rubbed her forehead and ran towards the door. They made quick eye contact and she slammed the door close which caused the door to fall from the hinges. He blinked his eyes and let out a small laugh, “Cute.”

After fixing his classroom, he went to his car to end his long day. He got into his car but before he could leave the parking lot, he saw Y/N looking at him with wide eyes. He gave her a soft smile and popped his head out of the window and gave her a small wave, “Have a good night! See you in the morning!” 

She gave him a small wave and blinked her eyes, “Y-Yeah, se-see you in the morning.” 

He smiled to himself and watched her trip on her shoelaces. He went to unbuckle his seatbelt but saw a tall man help her up. He frowned at this, it wasn’t the first time she saw this man with Y/N. He had no idea who he was but it was clear that they were close. He shook his head and drove out of the parking lot. He looked through the mirror and watched the man get into Y/N’s car. He wondered who he was and what he was towards Y/N. 

Seokjin sat at the dinner table as his mother gave him a soft smile, “Did Seok-joong tell you?” 

Seokjin looked up from his rice and glanced at his older brother, “Tell me what?” 

Seok-joong rolled his eyes and set his bowl down, “Mom set me up for a date.”

He glanced at his mother and let out a small laugh, “You did what?”

His mom gave him a frown and nodded her head, “He’s almost forty and he’s single. I’m just trying to help him.”

Seok-joong scoffed at this and shook his head, “You set me up with a twenty-six-year-old. How is that going to help me?” 

“I want you to have someone. I don’t want you to be lonely. Lonely people die faster.” 

Seokjin glanced at his dad and raised his eyebrow, “Dad, did you tell her this?”

His dad shook his head and let out a laugh, “Her fortune-teller told her that one, son. I don’t want to intervene because she’s scared when she’s determined.” 

Seokjin nodded his head at this, “Mom, who is the lucky girl?” 

“Oh, Mrs. L/N’s daughter. You don’t know her but I’ve been told she’s wonderful.” 

Seokjin started coughing on his rice and took a drink of his water with tears in his eyes. He looked at his mother with wide eyes, “L/N!”

“Seokjin, are you okay?”

“Nevermind that, L/N?”

His mother nodded her head and gave him a confused look, “Is that okay?” 

Seokjin let out a small cough and nodded his head, “Yeah....” I’m sure it’s a different L/N. There’s no way it's Y/N.

The next morning, Seokjin went to work like normal. He was walking down the hallway with thoughts running around his mind. What if it’s Y/N? Will Y/N fall for Seok-Joong? It makes sense if she does because he’s a doctor. Who wouldn’t be in love with a doctor? It-

“Jin, are you okay?”

He turned around and saw Suan giving him a concerned look, “W-Why do you ask?” 

“You're gripping your hair tightly and you are muttering.” 

He let go of his hair and let out a small cough, “I’m okay. J-just thinking.”

Suan gave him a small smirk, “Was it about Y/N?”

Seokjin glared at her and rolled his eyes, “Stop talking nonsense.”

Suan let out a small laugh and grabbed his arm, “Every time you think about her, you mutter under your breath. You're so down bad for her, it’s funny.”

Seokjin felt his face get warm and looked at the window with a frown, “I’m not down bad...” He saw Hoseok and Y/N walking off campus and he frowned at this. Why was she always surrounded with other guys? Why was she so likable?  

“Jin, you're going to cause the glass to break if you continue to stare at it.” 

“S-Shut up.” 

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Tonight was another date and Y/N hated it. Her mother told her some details about the date and if she was a normal girl, this would be a dream date. A date with a doctor is like winning the lottery but of course, Y/N didn’t care about the lottery. She was dressed in a light pink dress, nothing special, and drove to the restaurant. After this date, she was going to take ​​Seungcheol and Mingyu’s advice. After this date, she was going to tell her mother, no more dates. She can’t handle them anymore. 

She walked into the restaurant and walked towards the hostess, “Table for Y/N?”

She looked up and went through the list of names. She nodded her head, “Table ten.” 

The hostess went back to her phone to watch something and Y/N sighed. She walked past the teenager and went towards a waiter, “Do you know where table ten is?”

The waiter blinked his eyes and nodded his head, “It’s by the window.”

Y/N nodded her head and squinted at the tag, “Thank you Jungkook.” She walked away from him and saw the table. There was someone who looked just like Seokjin. She stopped walking and her mouth dropped. Who the hell is this guy? She rubbed her eyes roughly and stared at her date who was the mere image of her crush. She pinched her arm and realized this was real. She slowly walked towards the table with a confused look, “Seok-joong?”

Seok-joong looked up from the menu and gave her a small smile, “That’s me. Don’t yell it out.”

She tilted her head at him and nodded her head, “I’m Y/N...” She slowly sat in the chair and she couldn’t stop staring at him with a confused look. Seok-joong looked around him and gave her a confused look, “Are you okay? Is there something on my face?”

“You just looked like someone I know...” 

“Is that a good thing?”

In a sense, yes. “It’s not a bad thing...”

Seok-joong nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “Well should we order dinner?” 

“Y-Yeah, we should.” 

Y/N took her phone out (hiding it under the table) and texted ​​Seungcheol, I need you to look someone up for me

Are you going to kill someone?

What no, I think I’m on a date with someone who’s related to Seokjin

Are you finally going crazy?

Look up Kim Seok-joong for me

Oh shit...that’s his brother

She looked up from her phone and looked at Seok-joong with a defeated look. Why couldn’t her mom set her up with Seokjin? She would’ve given her mother her paycheck every month for a year for the setup but no. Y/N took a bit of her pasta and let out a small cough, “So....family?” 

Seok-joong looked up from his steak and nodded his head, “Yeah, something that most people have.”

“You got a brother?” 

Seok-joong let out a laugh and nodded his head, “Are you trying to move on from me that fast?” 

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and shook her head, “No, No I didn’t mean it like that! Oh, god I just processed what I just said.”

“Relax. I have a brother, his name is Seokjin.”

Y/N stood up from the table and put her arms up in a victory pose, “YES! I WON!” 

Seok-joong let out a laugh and raised his eyebrow, “I’m assuming you know him.”

She felt her face get warm and sat back down. She let out a sheepish laugh and nodded her head, “I-I do know him. Well, I don’t know him like that but I know his name and I work with him.”

“You talk a lot when you're nervous. Did you know that?” 

“Noted...Did you want this date?”

Seok-Joong shook his head and took a bite of his steak, “Nope and I’m amused you didn’t want it either.” 

“No offense but no.” Y/N clapped her hands at this and smiled, “I think the universe likes me. I-I need your help.”

“My help? Do you have a rash on your body or something?” 

Y/N glanced down at her arms and then back at Seok-joong, “What? No. I need help with Seokjin.”

Seok-joong nodded his head at this, “What about him?”

Y/N started to play with her pasta and looked up at Seok-joong, “You see...how do I say this?”

“You have a crush on my brother.”

Y/N closed her mouth and nodded her head slowly, “I guess that’s how you say it....I can’t talk to him...I have no idea how to approach him.” 

“Seokjin is the easiest person to talk to. He goes up to people all the time to strike up a conversation. He does that all the time at the ER.” 

“Wow, he talks to patients on his days off. He’s amazing.” 

Seok-joong snapped his fingers at Y/N, “Don’t daydream on me. Why can’t you approach him? Also, this is the weirdest date I have ever had.” 

“This is the most helpful date I have ever had. I get very clumsy when I see him...I broke his door the other day.” 

“Ohh, that was you. He told us at dinner.”

“Oh god, he’s telling you guys my most embarrassing moments.”

“Well, it sounds like you do it a lot because he talks about you all the time.”

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and she leaned towards him, “He talks about me? Oh my god, he talks about me.” 

He let out a small laugh, “Maybe that’s why he was upset last night about this date.” 

“Upset?” 

Seok-joong took a sip of his water and nodded his head, “He was shocked when he heard L/N. That was the first time I saw that expression on his face.”

Y/N felt warmth go through her body and she smiled at this, “Really? What should I do? I can’t talk to him...I always mess up and look like an idiot in front of him.” 

“Don’t change the way you are. Just be more confident with him.” 

Y/N scoffed at this and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, “Why do men think it's that easy?” 

Seok-joong shrugged his shoulders, “It’s just Seokjin.” 

Seokjin glared at his phone and took a sip of his beer. Jimin glanced at Suna and then back at Seokjin, “So...why are you glaring at your phone?” 

Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged his shoulders, “No reason...”

Suna let out a small laugh and placed her beer on the coffee table, “It’s because his brother is on a date with Y/N.” 

Seokjin groaned at this and looked up at the ceiling, “I don’t need this.” 

Jimin let out a laugh and looked at Seokjin, “Is that the girl that keeps running away from you?” 

“Shut it.” 

Suan rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Yes, it is. She's super nice and she’s popular with the men which makes Jin jealous.”

 “I don’t get jealous.” 

“Yes, you do.” 

Just then the door opened and Seokjin jumped up from his seat. He walked towards the door and was met with Jungkook giving him a confused look, “Hello?”

“Well, did you see him?”

“Jin, did you have Jungkook spy on Seok-joong?”

“Jimin not now.”

Jungkook put his coat on the coat hanger and nodded his head, “Yeah and it was with the girl from the picture you showed me.” 

“You have a picture of Y/N on your phone?” 

Seokjin glared at Suan and then looked back at Jungkook, “D-Did they look like they were having a good time?” 

“You do realize I had a job to do, right?”

“Okay and? Did they look like they were having a good time? Please tell me.”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “I mean they were laughing...”

Seokjin frowned at this and he leaned against the wall with a frown, “She fell for the doctor. Of course, she fell for him.” 

Jungkook let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You don’t know that hyung.”

“You would fall for a doctor too.” 

“I’m not gay...” 

Seokjin let out a groan and rubbed his forehead, “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t actually...”

Seokjin walked back into the living and sighed to himself. He picked up his beer and glared at Suan, “Don’t say anything.” 

“You have to try harder to get her to notice you then.” 

Jimin nodded his head and looked at Seokjin, “Can you just admit that you like her first.” 

“Leave me alone.” 

Seokjin was waiting in his car for Y/N. After last night, he was going to try harder to talk to her and spend time with her. He wasn’t going to let his brother win. He took a sip of his water and his eyes widened when he saw Y/N getting out of her car. She was dressed in her normal attire but today she had this glow to her and he didn’t like that. That just gave him more proof that she had a good date with his brother. 

He took a deep breath and got out of his car as fast as he could. He walked towards Y/N and pushed up his glasses, “Good morning, Y/N.” 

Y/N froze in her spot and slowly turned towards the voice. Her eyes were wide and when she was met with the dark brown eyes, she dropped her lunch bag. Seokjin glanced down at the bag and picked it up for her, “Go-Good morning, Seokjin.” 

He handed her the bag and gave her a smile, “You can call me Jin.”

“J-Jin.” 

“I was wondering if you would come with me to get coffee.” 

She looked around her and then pointed to herself, “Yo-You want me to go with you to get coffee?” 

Seokjin let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah, we have thirty minutes until school starts.”

“I like coffee.”

“That’s good. I like coffee too.” 

After dropping her stuff at her classroom, the two walked to the local cafe across the street. Seokjin was talking the whole time while Y/N stayed silent. She couldn’t think of anything to say to him. She kept nodding her head but she stayed silent. Her dream was coming true and she couldn’t even express her happiness because of nerves. Seok-joong told her to stare at his lips or focus on his eyebrows but she couldn’t even look at him. Every time she looked at him, she wanted to kiss him.

“Y/N, do you want the croissant?”

She shook her head and looked at the croissant in the glass, “Y-Yeah...I-I’ll pay you back.” 

Seokjin shook his head at this, “You can pay for the next time.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and whipped her head to look at him, “Nex-Next time!? 

Seokjin grabbed the coffee and the croissant with a smile, “Yeah, maybe this time we could get lunch instead and more time to hang out.”

Y/N almost dropped her coffee but Seokjin put his hand on the bottom of the cup, “We should go back before we are late for school.” 

“Ye-yeah.” 

Y/N entered her classroom and stared at her door with a confused face. She glanced at the coffee and croissant with a red face, “Did-Did that just happen?” 

“Ms. L/N, did you finally get asked out!?” 

She turned and pointed her finger at her student, “Ara! Sit down and don’t yell!”

“But Ms. L/N, you're yelling right now.” 

“Let’s start the lesson.”

“She’s ignoring us.”

At the end of the day, She was packing up after a long day of teasing from her students and Hoseok. It was annoying but she grew up with an older sister, she could take anything. The door opened and she looked up from grading. She sat up and smiled widely, “Jaebeom!” 

He gave her his signature smile and leaned against the door, “Yo. It’s been a while.” 

She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “How’s Jinyoung?” 

Jaebeom let her go and frowned, “You didn’t even ask about me?”

She let him go and let out a small laugh, “Fine, how’s my ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend?” 

Jaebeom shrugged his shoulders, “We’ve been good. I wanted to visit you and the guys. It’s been a while. Mingyu told me that your sports day was coming up. I wanted to cheer you on.” 

“You work in Tokyo, don’t feel guilty. We understand and yes, sports day is coming up. I don’t need cheering, I just need an excuse to leave it.” 

Jaebeom laughed at this and glanced at the table, “Need help grading?” 

“Please.”

Seokjin was walking down the hallway and he went to say goodbye to Y/N. He glanced through the glass and he felt his heart stop, Y/N was close to a man he had never seen before. This closeness was different from her with Hoseok and Mingyu, this closeness was warm and it was comfortable. It was clear they knew each other and the way she looked at him made him feel sick. He walked away from the door with his head hanging low.

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Y/N hated going out with her sister. Umiko made it known that she was better than her. With the way she dressed whenever they went out and the way she spoke changed. It always made her feel small but she never said anything because what was the point? This is how her sister was and there was no point in trying to change her. 

Her mother set up a dinner party with her friends, the Kims. She knew this meant she was going to see Seokjin and she was ready for the first time. Jaebeom gave her encouragement and told her to show off the side she never showed to people. Her sexy side. She had one but she didn’t know how to use it but tonight that was going to change. She was going to get Seokjin's attention...well she would try. With her sister there, she didn’t know how this night would turn out. It was either her crying because Seokjin noticed Umiko or her crying because Seokjin noticed her. 

She entered the restaurant and her eyes landed on Seokjin who was in the corner. She fixed her skirt and took a deep breath. She ignored her sister's stare and walked towards Seokjin. She pushed her hair behind her ear and gave him a small smile, “H-Hi, Jin.”

Seokjin glanced and his eyes widened. Y/N was in a dark blue off-the-shoulder dress that made her curves stand out. He knew she was cute but to see her like this, this was different. He let out a small cough and placed his glass on the table, “Hey, you look great, Y/N.”

Y/N glanced down at her dress and smiled to herself, “I-I bought this dress.” 

Seokjin let out a small laugh, “I would hope so or are you a criminal?” 

Y/N shook her head and let out a small cough, “I-I would be a horrible criminal. Especially if you were the cop.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrow at this and leaned down to be closer to her face, “Oh? Why is that?” 

“Yo-You make me nervous.” 

“Don’t be nervous around me. I want to hear you talk more.” 

She felt her face get hotter and she nodded her head, “Ye-Yeah...I’ll talk more.” 

He grabbed her hand and headed to the balcony without anyone noticing. He stood in front of her and smiled, “Can I ask you something personal?”

She tilted her head and slowly nodded her head, “I-I suppose.” 

“Are you single?” 

She blinked her eyes and let out a small cough, “I am.”

His eyes widened and he couldn’t stop the excitement that was flowing through his body, “Really?” 

She nodded her head, “I’m sure you heard about my date with your brother but...it was obvious that it wouldn’t work out.” 

“That actually made me feel better.” 

Y/N tilted her head at this, “Make you feel better? Why?” 

“Y/N, I-”

“Y/N, who is this?” 

Y/N looked past Seokjin and frowned, Umiko was standing there in her elegant black dress that showed off her beauty. Y/N hated how Umiko was looking at Seokjin, it made her feel uneasy. Y/N swallowed some spit and looked down at her shoes, “This is Kim Seokjin. He’s a math teacher at the school.” 

Umiko nodded her head and glanced at Seokjin up and down, “A teacher? I would’ve suspected a K-idol with the way you look.”

Seokjin let out an awkward cough and nodded his head, “Thanks...umm and you are?”

“I’m Park Umiko. I’m visiting family for a short term. After this party, I have to get on the next flight to New York for my job.” 

Seokjin nodded his head and glanced at Y/N, “Can we talk later?” 

Y/N looked up and nodded her head with a small smile, “Yeah...” 

She walked away from the scene and she didn’t even bother to look at them one last time. It would only break her heart. Umiko always wins and this annoys her. She will never win, she had to accept this.

Umiko watched her sister leave and turned towards Seokjin with a small smirk, “So, Seokjin-”

“It’s rude to interrupt a private conversation.” 

Umiko’s eyes widened at this and let out a nervous laugh, “What do you mean? You were talking to my sister, it wasn’t private.” 

“But it was private. I didn’t want to call you out in front of her because it felt inappropriate. Now what do you want?”

Umiko scoffed at this and crossed her arms over her chest, “I just wanted to know you...is that so bad?” 

“Yes, especially when I was talking to someone. Now, I’ll see you at the dinner table.” 

Seokjin ran out of the balcony leaving Umiko dumbfounded. His eyes landed on Y/N who was talking to his mother and he smiled at their smiles. He slowly walked towards them and smiled at his mother, “Hello, mom.”

“Oh, Seokjin. Y/N was just telling me about her lesson the other day. She’s so intelligent.” 

Seokjin smiled at this and glanced at Y/N who shook her head, “I’m just average-”

“Y/N is one of the most intelligent teachers I have ever met and I’m proud to work with her.” 

Y/N glanced at Seokjin with wide eyes, “Really?” 

Seokjin nodded his head, “The students talk about you all day and I’ve seen your lesson plans. You're brilliant.”  

She smiled down at her shoes, “Thank you, Jin.” She looked back up and glanced at the balcony to see Umiko smoking with annoyance. She had never seen Umiko so annoyed before but it made her feel better. Even though that was terrible to say, she needed a win. 

Seokjin glanced down at her hand and wrapped his pinky around hers with a smile on his face. She glanced down and then back at him, he looked down at her and winked. She smiled at this and went closer to him. Seokjin’s mother watched this with a smile on her face. At least one of her sons will get with someone. 

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Today was field day and Y/N hated this day. Last year, they had to play soccer against the students and she fell on her back after trying to kick a goal. The year before that, she went to hit the ball in baseball and she let the bat go. She hated sports day but this year was different. She wanted to impress Seokjin and this was her moment. All week ​​Seungcheol, Jaebeom, and Mingyu were training her for this moment. She was ready to play but she wasn’t ready for the game to be volleyball. All the sports she trained for and volleyball wasn’t on the list. 

She ran onto the court with the rest of the teachers and her eyes landed on Seokjin. He was the referee and he looked great in strips. Her face got warm and she didn’t even notice the game started, “Y/N! We need you!” 

She shook her head and nodded her head towards Hoseok, “O-Okay!” 

Jaebeom leaned towards Seungcheol, “Is that the guy who she has a crush on?”

“Yeah...I’m hoping this game goes well.” 

Y/N went to hit the ball but the ball fell right in front of her. Jaebeom sighed and shook his head, “I just want her to hit the ball once.” 

Mingyu nodded his head with his arms crossed, “She’ll hit the ball but she won’t hit over the net.” 

“Oi, have faith in her.” 

Y/N walked towards the water and frowned to herself, she hadn’t hit the ball once. She took a sip of her water and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Seokjin giving her a soft smile, “Are you okay?”

She felt her face get hot and she looked back down at her water, “I-I’m okay.” 

“Just remember, it’s just a game. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“I-I’ll try.” 

He patted her shoulder, “I’ll be cheering you on.” 

She watched him walk away and her mouth fell open, “He-He’s cheering me on!?” 

Y/N went to the court and felt fire go through her body. She was going to get a point and she was going to do it for Seokjin, “Game...Start!” 

She ran across the court and went to hit the ball but somehow, the ball hit her square in the face. Seokjin's eyes widened and ran towards her, “TIME OUT!” He walked towards her and pushed the ball away, “Y/N, are you okay!?”

She let out a small moan and opened her eyes, “Did I hit the ball?” 

Suan walked towards her and shook her head, “Technically you hit it but not the way you're supposed to hit it.” 

“Suan, you're going to be the referee. I’m taking Y/N to the nurse.” 

Before Suan could answer, Seokjin picked up Y/N and ran towards the nurse. Mingyu glanced at ​​Seungcheol, “I guess that worked in her favor.” 

“Shut it.” 

Seokjin placed Y/N on the bed and got her ice pouch. He placed the ice on her head and she couldn’t stop staring at him, “Th-Thank you, J-Jin.”

“Are you okay?” 

“I-I just have a headache.” 

Seokjin nodded his head and grabbed Tylenol for her. He ran his fingers through her hair and let out a small sigh, “Your face is red. Are you sure you're okay?” 

She swallowed some spit and nodded her head, “I-I’m okay. Don’t worry.” 

“I can’t do that. I worry about you constantly.” 

She blinked her eyes at this, “Wh-What do you mean?”

Seokjin felt his body get warm and let out a small cough, “I-I..I care for you.”

“Yo-You care for me!?” 

Seokjin glanced down at her lips and sighed, “Fuck it.” 

He leaned down and placed his lips on hers. Her eyes widened at the sudden action but she slowly closed them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in closer and he happily accepted it. When they pulled away, Y/N looked at him with a shocked face, “You kissed me....does that mean-”

“Yes...”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” 

Seokjin let out a laugh and shook his head. He placed his forehead against hers and smiled, “I-I like you.” Y/N nodded her head and she fainted causing Seokjin's eyes to widen, “NURSE!” 

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  Extend Ending ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 

It was Seokjin’s birthday and he got everything he wanted. He got the cake he wanted from his mom and Y/N placed the said cake on the table without falling. The greatest gift he got this year was Y/N, herself. What more could he ask for? Which is how he landed in this situation...

The warmth of his hand made Y/N feel so hot and helpless. He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her ear causing her to let out a surprise gasp, “J-Jin.” 

Seokjin let a small smirk appear and continued to kiss her neck. His fingers slipped down his skirt and he sneaked his fingers to push Y/N’s underwear to the side. He thrust a finger into her aching hole and smirked at her shaking, “You were the one that wanted this. Don’t act too shocked.” 

“I-I-”

“Shush. You don’t want anyone coming up looking for us, right.”

She felt her face get hot and shook her head, “No...”

“Then stay quiet.” 

She felt her back arched against his body as her mouth fell open. His fingers were a work of art. They were long enough to reach that spot that made her see the stars. She clenched around him and covered her mouth, “W-Wait...not there. Ji-Jin.” 

She was embarrassed because it was her fault that this happened. She couldn’t help herself because she saw Seokjin in a casual black shirt. He looked so good and she couldn’t stop herself. She started to finger herself in his bedroom, thinking it would be quick and she would go to dinner without anyone noticing but Seokjin noticed. He always noticed. 

He moved his fingers faster into her and she let out a small whine. She was dripping down to his fingers right to his wrist. She couldn’t believe the mess she was making on his bed sheet, “Ji-Jin, I’m so-” She felt her face get hotter when she watched Seokjin lick away her juices, “J-Jin, don’t do that.” 

“It’s not my fault you taste so good.” 

His lips landed on Y/N’s and in a steady swoop, Seokjin hoisted her by her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist as the kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning against his plump lips. His hands gripped her ass and thighs as she felt his cock at her entrance. 

She pushed him away her lips shined in the moonlight, “Jin, your mother-” 

“I know.”

“We have to-to hurry.”

Seokjin let out a deep chuckle and kissed her neck, “You just had my fingers and now you want my cock...so selfish.”

“St-Stop.” 

He unbuckled his pants and hoisted Y/N up a little. He pulled down the pants and boxes. She glanced down to see his swollen head and she felt her face get hotter. He buried his cock into her pussy and she let out a loud gasp. Even though this wasn’t the first time they had sex, she never got used to his size. He squeezed the flesh of her ass and as he tried to find his rhythm, “God, always so tight.” 

He began to thrust into her and his pace was causing the bed to shake a little. Her face turned hot at the sound and she hid her face into his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair and continued to thrust, he kissed the top of her head and let out a small laugh, always so cute. He felt her clench and he brought his fingers to press harshly against her clit. She let out a small sob and Seokjin kissed the side of her head, “It’s okay. Let it go.” 

She closed her eyes and did just that. She let out a small gasp and wrapped her arms around his neck, “It-It’s too much.” 

“I know, baby. I’m almost there.” 

Her body goes limp and before he could spill into her, he pulled his cock out and the sticky white fluid went inside her underwear. She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Yo-You need to stop doing that.” 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “Let me live my fantasy.” 

“Jin! Y/N! Is everything okay!?” 

Y/N pushed Jin off and fixed herself up, “We-Were okay! I wasn’t feeling good! We’ll be down soon.” 

Jin got up from the floor and glared at her, “Did you just push me off?” 

“Yes...hurry up before your mom thinks we had sex.” 

“She would be happy because that means she would get a grandchild.” 

“JIN!” 

Jin let out a small laugh and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you for the birthday gift.” 

“Sh-Shut up.” 

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[katsu2ji]

easy, comfortable, and full of love — e. kirishima

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first few posts!! doing better than i expected :') take this eijiro domestic fluff as my token of gratitude <3

you saw him standing in the kitchen, his back to you as he moved the eggs around the pan with the spatula. silently, you sleepily padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his back, closing your eyes as you relaxed. eijiro showed no signs of surprise as he hummed in response to your affection.

“finally decided to wake up, huh?”

“shut up, it’s only 10.”

he laughed a little at your mumbling before reaching across to turn off the stove. without warning he turned around, now facing you, and engulfed you in his arms. you gave a little sound of surprise. he hummed in contentment as he closed his eyes and leaned his back aganist the counter, both of you taking in the morning silence of the kitchen.

it was rare, these quiet moments. with eijiro working as a pro hero, it's required him to sometimes be gone for long stretches of time; when he wasn't away, he often came home and collapsed right onto you in his tired state—you frequently had to convince him how good of an idea it was to shower and change out of his hero costume.

but today, as far as you knew, there was nothing on either one of your schedules.

"what're you doing today?" you mumbled into him, eyes closed once again.

"hm, bakugou asked me—well, more like told me—to meet him at the gym later, i think." you felt his chest rumble as he laughed, thinking about bakugou's way of asking him to hang out. "but other than that, i'm all yours." he kissed the top of your head, and you smiled as you turned to look at him.

"that sounds like something he'd do. when was the last time you saw him?"

"it's definitely been a few weeks. but my best friend can't just tell me that he misses me and wants to see me?" he paused, thinking about the scenario. "never mind. i just imagined him being sincere and that didn't even look right." he scrunched his nose up in fake disgust as you laughed, agreeing.

"anyway," he put his attention back on you, still holding you tight. "what would you like to do today, baby?"

you thought about it for a second. "well, you don't have to meet bakugou until later right? we could stay in and finish the show we were watching last night, the one—" you paused as you felt your stomach rumble, knowing that he probably felt it too. he narrowed his eyes at you, a teasing look on his face.

"okay well forget whatever you were about to say, because clearly our first order of business is getting some food in you." he teased, grabbing your waist as you pushed off of him. you moved to swat at him and he dodged, laughing as he ran away. he retrieved two plates from the cabinet and went to work fixing your plates. accepting your defeat, you pulled out two mugs and poured from the coffee pot eijiro had already made, the liquid still hot and fresh.

you both moved in an comfortable silence, setting the table for the two of you as you'd done so many times before. he made two plates of eggs and pancakes, along with the bowls of fruit he'd cut up, and set them on the table. you stirred the coffee in his mug as you finished, placing the spoon in the sink before carrying them over to the table as you took your spot next to him.

"now what were you saying before we were so rudely interrupted?" he joked before he took a sip of coffee. he nodded his head a little as he swallowed and set the mug down. you always knew just how he liked it, the house’s resident coffee maker.

"yeah yeah, whatever. i was going to suggest we finish the show we were watching last night, the one mina recommended you?" you took a bite of your breakfast, sighing in contentment. "oh thank god you have a best friend who can cook and was willing to teach you how."

he recalled the early days of your relationship, back when he couldn't even make ramen without burning himself with the hot water. he wanted so badly to impress you that he convinced bakugou to teach him the basics. now, you find it hard to believe that eijiro was a bad cook at one point; he was grateful that all those hours and band aids (he cut himself more times than he'd ever admit to you) paid off.

he smiled. "are you sure it's really that good, or are you just hungry?" he watched as you shrugged you shoulders, not seeming to care about deciphering the question, and dig back into your plate.

even though you'd both finished your plates relatively quickly—turns out eijiro was also hungrier than he thought—you both stayed at the table as another 2 hours went by. meals always tended to last when it came to you two; the food might be gone, but you guys always ended up sitting there talking and joking around for awhile. it was nice like this, the easy routine of it all. sure, there were other things that both of you could be doing, but neither of you were thinking about that. some days, this was the only time you two got together. you would never, ever, give the time up, and neither would he.

as the time bled into early afternoon, the two of you decide it'd be best to go ahead and start the show so you'd have time to finish it before eijiro had to go out. you both got up and collected the dishes to take them to the sink.

"i'll wash them, since you cooked this morning." you told him as you set the plates down in the sink, careful not to let the glass fall over.

"you sure? i don't mind washing."

"yeah it's okay. you just go and get the tv set up, i'll be there in a bit, yeah?" you smiled at him before putting your attention on the dishes, pulling the gloves on. he nodded, turning to walk toward the living room.

switching on the water, you didn't hear him come back up behind you to give you a hug, the action startling you a bit. "hmp—eijiro, what's wrong?" you let out a little laugh at his sudden clinginess, momentarily pausing your task.

"nothing, just love you. wanna make sure you know." he said into your hair. he gave you a little squeeze and kissed your cheek before letting go.

you giggled, turning to look at him as he walked away. "i love you too!" you called after him, your heart swelling with affection. you hoped it would always be like this: easy, comfortable, and full of love.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

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November's Naughty and Nice Stories

Day 17: Forget

Stan Pines x Reader

This comes with a warning before proceeding as it touches lightly on abuse. It's admittedly not my best, but my first attempt was accidentally deleted, and I'm wore out from the last few days. But, read with caution.

Metion of abuse

It was two days before Thanksgiving, and thankfully, it was beginning to snow lightly, so you could put your hood down to cover yourself.

You couldn't go home for awhile...At least, not until he calmed down, which was going to be hours. Everything was tight right now, and it looked like Thanksgiving was going to be Ramen, and that didn't help the situation. Since the Shack was closed for the winter, you didn't have income, so "it was your fault we're going to starve."

All you could do was keep walking aimlessly through town as the snow kept dropping. Walking at least kept you moving, and away from home, so you kept going until you went to the one familiar place in town that felt safe. The Mystery Shack.

Stan's old couch was still out there, even if he passed the business onto his son, Soos. Well, it's a place to sit for awhile you thought, and sunk into the cold cushions. You rested your head on the top, and closed your eyes for a bit.

He wouldn't bother coming to look for you. He knew you had no place to go, and no one here. And he would expect an apology, because running away was childish. Then the vicious cycle would turn.....

"Y/N, stay with me, please." And a flashlight was being shined directly into your pupils. "Stanley, they seem stable and awake now."

You blinked a few times, and focused on Stan, then his brother with the light, Ford, Soos, and Melody, Soss' wife all sitting in front of you. But, you weren't outside anymore. You were sprawled on the chair in the Shack, in the living room. Everyone looked nervous and relieved, except Stan, who looked concerned and mad.

"Thanks Ford....But, right now, I need to talk to them alone. Privately. Stay close by though," Stan said gravely.

Ford looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Should I prepare accordingly?" And Stan nodded to him and followed Soos and Melody.

Stan almost glared at you, but spoke in a soft whisper, "Listen kid, we talked about this before...If I saw shit like this again on ya, ya promised to tell one of us. This isn't one of your 'accidents' again. I know. And you know I said I promised I would take care of you."

You put your hand over the huge, sore bruise your boyfriend left this time. He wasn't thrilled about money being tight, and him taking on the financial responsibilities until you found work again...And it just happened. He apologized, and made you promise not to say anything, and proceeded to hug you, and try to kiss you....And that's when you ran. Total shock, pain, and adrenaline from his quick mood swing sent you into flight response, and for the first time, you ran away.

"Stan, I thought you retired and left for good. I thought you were traveling with your brother... I'll be okay....It-" You began to cry, choking on trying to cover for the guy that used to be so gentle, and now, now...

"Why the hell would I stop carin' just cause I'm retired!?!!" he said in shock. "I told ya, when it happened again, I promised I would take care of it....And you promised to tell me. Now, you can nod your head yes or no: Did he do this?"

You paused, your mind just racing as your eye pulsed on, each beat reminding you of every time his hand was on you: the pushing, the pinches, the slaps, the intimidation, and now, being punched. You looked at your feet, then raised your head to Stan's eyes....And nodded yes.

Stan's face went blank. "Thank you", and he gave you a kiss on the scalp as he stood up. His move from anger to cold, steely silence was unsettling, but a relief all at once. "If there is one fuckin' thing I won't stand for, it's shit like this. I-I have seen it happen too much in my lifetime to let this shit happen to you. You're a good kid, and you're family to me, Ford, Soos, Melody, all of us."

You cupped your hand over your mouth, and bawled silently. Stan looked at you, and then turned with Ford in the doorway. You saw had something in his hand you couldn't quite see. "Stan, I, I can handle him...I'll be okay. But I can't leave my apartment....I need a place to go!" And you began to go frantic.

"Melody! Soos! C'mere!" And you heard them running down the hallway to meet Stan, and heard them whisper amongst themselves. They went quiet, and Soos and Melody came in the doorway, blocking it.

"Listen, dude," Soos said, "You're staying with us for now. Melody and I need you to be chillin' like a villain, y'know?"

"Guys....?" you asked blankly, and felt fear and relief come over you. Whatever the Pines' men were going to do, you, well, you didn't want to know.

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You had paced for hours in the Shack, being contained by Soos and Melody until the Stans returned. Your eye felt better as Melody took care of you, and Soos finally heard them come back, as your stomach was in knots. "Soos, get me a rag," Stan said calmly a room over.

Your heart began to race, and Stan came through the door, polishing his brass knuckles, and Ford was in the doorway, holding what looked to be a gun with a.... lightbulb?

"Okay, kid. I want you to know, you are gonna be safe now. But, you're also single too," Stan said with a wicked grin.

"Stan-You...,"

"Kill him? Nah, that's a waste of my energy. I did give him a pretty nice left hook to the nose though. Ford did most of the dirty work."

Ford shook his head. "Stanley, I didn't lay a hand on him, but Y/N, he does have a broken nose from lack of cooperation, and has evacuated your apartment. We took the liberty of helping him along once we....Spoke to him with a clear mind."

They both smiled the same way at you, and you felt relief wash over you. Some sadness, but relief. "I don't want to know what happened, but....Thank you. The both of you."

And Stan pulled you in for a hug, then back to look at him. "Now, as family, you're gonna stay for the next few days, and enjoy a Thanksgiving meal, and work for awhile in here with Soos and Melody to clean for next season...With pay of course. But, check under your mattress when ya get home after we get you some rest and cleaned up....Christmas came too. We love ya, kid."

And you felt something you hadn't in awhile....

Peace.

[blackbat05]

Your Rock

Steven Grant x Reader

Plot: You’re knee deep in work and feel like nothing is working. Luckily, you have someone to give you a little TLC.

Genre: PG-13 (Themes of overworking)

A/N: Yet another self-indulgent fic along the same genre. Another loving Steven but this time it’s to tackle my final hurdle of uni. Reblogs appreciated!

For a split second, you felt like you were going to combust if you stared at the screen of your laptop for any longer.

The words that you wrote were starting to jumble and merge into one. You were becoming increasingly frustrated as you didn’t do as much as you hoped to do. Moreover, you felt lost and clueless if you were even writing the right things. For once, you just wanted your academic life to go well.

As the door opens, you give a muffled scream into the stuffed penguin you were holding for emotional support. Steven sees your frazzled state and can put two and two together. Placing the groceries on the counter, he makes his way to your side.

Like the sensitive man he was, Steven carefully pressed your shoulders, undoing the knots that formed since you sat at the kitchen for god knows how long. You groan as sign of thanks.

“Love, how long have you been at it?”

“I dunno, but I was really hoping to finish this part. So that I can move on to my other assignment.” You blinked blearily at him, belatedly noticing the dark skies outside your shared apartment.

“Did I-”

Steven senses that you’re about to enter a breakdown. He hugs you close, letting you feel his presence. Once your breathing settles, he releases you gently.

“I got ramen from the Japanese shop three blocks down. Do you want to eat with me?”

Steven’s offer was tantalizing but your overactive mind didn’t allow you to forget your tasks. “Steven, that sounds lovely but I still have-”

His expression changes to a determined one. “No. You’re eating and that’s final. When was the last time you had something to eat? Scratch that. Can you even remember what you had for lunch?”

Steven’s barrage of questions make you think but you come up with a blank. Your inability to answer means a small victory for him. He opens the takeaway bags, taking out two containers of ramen. Under his watchful eye, you clear your stuff away and realize the fatigue starting to kick in.

Placing a container in front of you, you see the big juicy scallops floating in the spicy broth. Steven has gotten you your favorite ramen and suddenly you can’t help but to get a little emotional which he notices as he sorts out his own meal.

“What’s wrong love? Not to your taste?”

You shake your head, giving a watery smile. “It’s perfect. You read my mind Steven. You always do.” Taking a deep exhale, you see him patiently waiting for you.

“It’s ok to feel this way love. It just means you care about it. But you have to take a break. It won’t run away from you, you’ll finish it eventually.” He tells you softly, but the weight of his words have an impact on you.

As always, Steven was the wise one in this relationship. The anchor. Or maybe because it was his experiences that made him stronger. Your respect and love for him grew immensely once again.

You get off your seat to hug him once more and you can’t imagine, what would a life be without Steven?

“Probably dull.”

“Huh?”

“If you didn’t crash into me in the lecture hall, your life would still have been mundane as ever.”

You pause for a moment before breaking into laughter. How could he read your mind so well?

“Hey! I didn’t crash into you! I was just… I was just-”

“Too busy looking at my adorable face?”

You pretend to gasp at his cheekiness. “Well look whose getting too confident! And here I was thinking who to bring for the ice cream buffet next week.”

“I’m sorry love! I just can’t help but to state the facts.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You slurp more noodles, tummy feeling satisfied. The haze in your brain slowly starts to clear and you start to feel the fatigue kick in. Steven notices this as he automatically clears the table once you were finished.

“Steven, I can do it. You bought the stuff.”

He waves you away. “Love, you had a long day. This is fine. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for our walk? And then we can head for breakfast?”

You nod, eager to take a break from that wretched computer of yours.

“Go to bed, I’ll be right behind you.”

You grab your things, preparing to head into the bedroom. You glance over your shoulder to see Steven washing the dishes with precision and placing the groceries into the cabinets.

You had no idea what you did to deserve him. He was always so willing to give, to support… he was simply your rock.

“Hey Steven?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

when jungkook takes your trembling hands in his for a second time and tells you that he’s in love with you, you can feel your fear growing more and more. you’re not ready to be in love, you’re not ready to be loved either but he’s telling you, begging you to let him in. jungkook sees that there’s something keeping you from giving him a fair shot and he isn’t sure who or what it is but he’s assuring you that he’ll never hurt you.

you’ve got so much love to give, jungkook has seen it firsthand how much you love those around you yet you’re terrified upon receiving it. all he wants to do is change that and love you the way you deserve to be loved, even if it’s from a distance or just as your friend.

let him in, so he can love you flaws and all.

“i…i want to let you in but i’m scared. you’ll judge me and you’ll look at me differently if i tell you the truth, jungkook” you say but that’s not true. are you forgetting that from the moment he saw you, he fell in love? he could never judge you.

“do you really want to know the truth?” you say nervously. “like right now? when we go home? or another time and place?”

“that way you can fairly decide whether you want to pursue me or not”

~🫧

This is a green light, and he has to take it.

He smiles big when you tell him that you’re willing to tell him the truth about you, that you’re so scared to be loved because of.

Jungkook holds your hand, and takes you outside where the parking is. As you both sit in his car. Jungkook looks at you without saying a word.

Tomorrow is Sunday and he has the whole night. He wants to spend it with you by listening to what you have to say. What is it thats got you so scared and closed off. He is not sure if there is something you will tell him about yourself that’s gonna make him scared or back off.

There’s nothing that’s going to make him back off. “Yn I’m willing to listen to it all right now as we get home but it would be better if we don’t go to my place because there is the nanny.. I don’t think it’ll be comfortable with her around to tell me the truth. So if you don’t mind, can we just go to your place instead?” you need your privacy with him, so you can tell him the truth.

He’s in a hurry, of course because he just wants to be with you and he wants to love you openly. “So? Do you want to get some food before we go? or Maybe I could cook you up some Ramen if you have it at home!” he could always stop by the convenience store too.

“you can tell me everything you want to there and I won’t judge you I promise- so yn? What do you say?” He focuses on the road ahead of him.

“Let’s just get home and tell me everything then!” And he begins to drive off with you right next time him.

[im-anchan]

Quirks and Charms of Kochi Prefecture, Japan

This post is a bit of a throw back, to when the JET Program dropped me in Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan, back in 2018.

I’ll be honest in saying that I didn’t expect much besides rice fields and my single convenience store. I braced myself for the quiet countryside life and having an abundance of free time. And in a lot of ways Kochi Prefecture is a bit quiet and isolated.

But I definitely didn’t expect Middle-of-Nowhere, Japan to have so much personality. Kochi is like that weird uncle that nobody in your family wants to talk about, but then you meet him and he actually turns out to be a pretty cool (but quirky) guy. And Uncle Kochi did a few things in his youth that he is proud of. VERY proud of. And don’t you forget it.

1. Ryoma Sakamoto

Wait, who’s Ryoma Sakamoto? said no-one in Kochi ever. Silly foreigner, let me educate you.

Ryoma Sakamoto was an important political figure who helped overthrow the Tokugawa Shogunate. Then, he got assassinated in a very dramatic way which was acted out for me by a very enthusiastic Japanese man. This is usually the furthest any actual historical explanation by a Kochi native ever goes, until they start explaining all the various places I can buy a Ryoma squishy keychain or see one of the many Ryoma statues. Oh yeah, and there’s also giant billboards with Ryoma’s face, a Ryoma museum, Ryoma plushies and more. Even the airport is called Kochi Ryoma Airport, the only airport in Japan named after a person.

2. Katsuo Tataki

Katsuo tataki, or seared bonito, is Kochi’s specialty, which I am often reminded of by Kochi people at seemingly random moments. Despite this, katsuo tataki is not in the least bit over-hyped. The bonito (a type of tuna) is raw on the inside with a delicious crust of seared fish on the outside. It’s served with ginger, green onions and tataki sauce. I don’t know what tataki sauce is exactly, but I could care less because it’s amazing.

You can get katsuo tataki in restaurants and supermarkets all over Kochi, but the most delicious is probably at the Hirome Market in Kochi City. I could honestly eat it every day. Dammit, I’m hungry now.

3. The Best Mascot in Japan

Speaking of katsuo (bonito), it’s time to talk about the best mascot in Japan, Katsuo Ningen. Here’s where the Kochi pride seems to falter a bit, which I don’t understand in the least. Katsuo Ningen is an ingenious concept for a prefectural mascot, translating directly to Bonito Human. Bonito Human is the real, official mascot for the prefecture of Kochi, and while many Kochi people seem to be ashamed of Bonito Human I am absolutely in love with it.

Once, I showed this picture to my 5th grade class. As the students hung their heads in shame, the teacher began apologizing that I ended up in the prefecture with such a strange mascot. “No!” I protested, “I love katsuo ningen!” I pulled out my katsuo ningen key chain and showed it to the class. It was the kind that you can squish and the eyes pop out. My 5th grade class hasn’t looked at me the same since.

4. Kochi Hospitality

But the best parts of Kochi aren’t its ‘famous’ figures and specialties. Since getting here I’ve been shown nothing but the warmth of Kochi hospitality (except for certain situations with my office, namely this one). At restaurants, just by striking up a conversation with the owners I’ve been sent home with boxes of fresh vegetables and snacks. My friend is close with a couple who owns a ramen restaurant, and when we went to eat there we were suddenly swarmed with free karaage (Japanese fried chicken), coffee, ice cream, and snacks until we thought we might explode. When my parents came to visit, a (pretty drunk) man ordered them rounds of beer and fried chicken and chattering endlessly about how he’s so glad that foreigners have come all the way to Kochi (my parents don’t speak a word of Japanese). One supermarket employee treats me like her long-lost friend every time I end up in her check-out line, excitedly asking me how I’ve been recently and teaching me random words in Japanese. My eikaiwa (adult English class) students invite me and the other American on adventures and one student even made me a katsuo ningen figure out of a cork.

All over Japan people are friendly, but everyone in Kochi seems more open and genuine than anyone I’ve met anywhere else. I spent a year there before moving to Tokyo in 2019, but to this day it was one of the most eventful and adventurous years of my life. Anyone who has a chance to get off the beaten track on their trip to Japan NEEDS to visit this underrated area.

[chaotictomtom]

PICK UP THE PHOOOONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[bluexiao]

#the memory of you (chapter one) 

—it all starts when you saw someone who looked like someone you know in a game, only to come to know that it was him all along 

—(or) scaramouche gets transported to Earth and you have become a part of his story 

CHARACTERS. self aware! Scaramouche; gn! gamer! Reader

WORD COUNT. 1.7k words

THEMES. reversed isekai; self aware!scaramouche; fluff 

WARNINGS. mentions of his real name; lots of curses from both reader and scara; mentions of buying food for dinner because reader is hungry (just wanna put it out of there) 

NOTES. So here it goes! My irl gave me this ingenious plot and even the ending so credits to you, summer! May kazuha come home to you<333 also, this is going to be a three-part series, so do watch out for them! 

The Memory of You; Beginning / Mean / End 

“I’ll never forget you, Kunikuzushi.” 

“As you should.” 

“I love you.” 

“As you should.” 

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The strike of lightning etches itself in your mind, your hands raising to close themselves next to your ears, preparing for what’s to come. The low gurgle of thunder passes by your sense of hearing ever so gently, thanks to your palms that shielded you from most of it, and by the time it had ended, you could only return back to what you were doing previously. 

Gaming. Of course. 

“That’s a loud one, looks like there’s going to be a storm,” you hear a voice from your phone’s loudspeaker—a friend of yours, someone also playing the same game as you were for hours on end. 

“Yeah, hope the internet won’t die down-Ah, shit,” you cursed, your muscles relaxing from the tension that ran through your back, “I’m dead.” 

“You’re dead?” 

“Yeah, I’m dead,” you leaned back on your chair as you placed a hand over your closed eyes with a heavy sigh. 

“Hey! Why did you leave me here!”

“You can do that, he’s almost dead,” you laughed under your breath, “I was one-shotted, my god.” 

“You should’ve revived Diona earlier.” 

You then hear the familiar ring of the sound effect, indicating the end of the round and prompting you to finally remove the hand over your tired eyes and look at the screen, smiling.

“Nice. I told you you can do it.” 

“Can’t believe you still died with C2 Raiden.”

You laughed, grabbing on the rewards and lowering the brightness of the screen whilst it loaded to exit you of the domain, “Probably just tired.” 

“You should stop playing already,” your friend says. You hum, contemplating your choices before sighing. 

‘Yeah, I probably should. I haven’t even eaten dinner yet.” 

“Genshin over necessities? Yikes, Y/n.” 

“Shut up,” you pouted, “get out of my world already, I’m logging off.” 

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Opening the door of the convenience store and rushing inside, you find yourself shaking off the shiver on your skin, breathing hard, and placing your drenched umbrella on the empty umbrella stand on the side. 

Whoever said that it was going to rain so hard today? Trusting the Weather app on your phone… what a mistake. You should have brought dinner earlier before you played Genshin for five hours straight. 

You wipe off the rain on your skin and as you do so, you notice something else. 

You did not care about other people, especially when you order in places, but tonight, the store seemed empty, almost like it was emptied out, actually. 

But you shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably too late in the evening for people to buy in stores—you raised your hand holding your phone, 10 PM. Well, it’s not that late but nonetheless, it was not really noteworthy. 

You just needed something to eat. 

You walk to your usual aisle—a cup of ramen and a pack of bread. Yup, these will be enough. 

“Excuse me?” 

Before you could even step towards the cashier, you caught the eyes of a man standing next to you—not too near, but not too far. 

Or you probably caught his eyes. 

You looked around, and upon remembering and seeing that you two were probably the only ones in the store, you answered, “Yes?” 

You should not have. 

But of course, you did not know that. At the time. 

The first thing that you noticed about him was his smile—it did not match him. Well, he did have a cute face, but something about his smile feels off.

It feels fake. 

“Oh, nothing, I just thought I know you from somewhere. You look very familiar.” 

Your brow raises unconsciously, “You don’t look familiar at—“ you then halt in your tracks, and upon observing and openly staring at the man more, you come upon a realization. 

He does look like someone. His voice too. 

Though it does not fit his stature, you could swear you’ve heard it somewhere before. 

A smirk draws itself on his face as if he was reading your mind. That looks familiar as well. 

Out of curiosity and probably the incessant need for food and for this to end soon, you asked, “Who are you?” Could he be someone from your previous school? Or from work? Or was he a childhood friend, perhaps? No one’s really popping out of your mind. 

Well, except for one person. But this man could not possibly be him, right? 

Of course. He shouldn’t be. 

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“You’re never going to believe what I’m about to say.” 

“What?” 

“I saw someone that looked a lot like him.” 

“Like who?” 

“Scaramouche!” 

There is a brief pause on the other line as you situated yourself on your desk, prepared to open the game after a long night’s sleep last night. Well, you did not particularly sleep early, but you did wake late. 

“You talk about him as if he’s real. For all I know who’s the ‘him’ you’re talking about.” 

“Oh, come on. I’ve been talking about the rascal for the whole week already, I thought you got my point.” You mutter, reaching for your cup of coffee, blowing on a bit of air on the hot drink, and taking a sip as your friend starts talking about Scaramouche and how much of an evil person he is. 

“—You really don’t learn, “I can fix him” way of thinking is not the way in life, my liege.” 

You almost dropped your cup of coffee at your friend’s words. Were you supposed to cringe or laugh? 

“Hey! That’s not even why I like him! And I never said that!” you bite your lip and click on the game ‘Genshin Impact’, eyes welcoming the opening animation that flashes through the screen. 

“And the guy just looks like Scaramouche, it’s not like I imagined it was really him.” 

“You totally did though.” 

You bite your lip, “Shut up.” 

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He really does look like Scaramouche. 

That is the thought that continues to run inside your head as you look at the man in front of you. You had been observing him for the past few days as you two started to meet up. No one can ever make you go out lately and here comes this man who ironically looks like the man in your game and you’ve completely forgotten your dislike for going outside these days. Well, you’re just curious—you tell yourself. This is just to quell your interest in the peculiarity of this situation. And also the boredom you’ve been against these days.

Also, his name sounds a lot like his too.

“Mouche, you said your name is Mouche, right? Like legit? That’s a pretty unique name,” you commented, narrowing your eyes at him–anyway, are those contacts? Those are pretty purple eyes, you'd doubt those were natural… Wait, there are people with natural purple eyes, right? But they have a condition and all that. You’re quite tempted to ask if that was his case but you decided not to out of respect. 

And there was his hair. 

Even if he has a hat over his head, you could tell that he has dark purple streaks. If he told you he was Scaramouche even if he was just cosplaying, you’d believe him. 

“Yes, that is my name, why? Is there something wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you avoided his eyes—ah, why does he look so much like Scaramouche anyway? This is so difficult. “It just sounds like someone I know.” 

“I already told you I know you, Y/n.” 

You struggled to keep your composure after hearing your name slip out of his lips. “Yeah, but you still haven’t told me anything where I know you from, we’ve been meeting for several days and I can’t remember anything at all.” 

That bit is true; with your afternoons being ripped away from you from the “meeting” that you have with him, just to have you be familiarized with him and for you to figure out who in the world he is. ‘A little game of thrill’, he says, but it surely ain’t fun at all.

“You’re just not thinking very well. I know you very well but you’ve forgotten about me? How dare–” he halts as soon as you avert your eyes back at him again. Agitated, he clears his throat, “haven’t I already proved myself to you?” 

You bit your lip. 

Ah right, he did that. How could you forget?

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“You don’t look familiar at—” 

You ponder, and your demeanor changes, “Who are you?” 

“Someone who knows you very well.” 

You glared at him, “That’s very creepy of you. I don’t remember you at all.”

He pauses but regains his composure, “The first time we met you told me how my voice did not fit me at all.”

Your brow shot up almost instantly. That was what you had in mind. Could he possibly be reading your mind?

“Y/n, I’m not reading your mind. That is impossible in this world,” he pauses then, “But like I said, I do know you, Y/n.” 

You pursed your lips, throat tight and shoulders tensing. His voice. Why does his voice sound so… 

Familiar? 

Cursing inside, you opted to step forward, attempting to take your time whilst paying for the food you grabbed. You can eat while thinking, your mind is definitely not working when you’re hung—

Before you could even make it to the cashier, you slipped yourself on the drenched floor from the downpour from outside–”Ah, shit.”

You could only curse when the pain from your bottom traveled through your back, you could even barely think of shame when a hand extends itself to you. A pale but strong hand that you could have sworn you’ve seen somewhere, and by the time you took it, the warmth that radiated form his skin traveled its way to your neck and to you face—why is it so hot all of a sudden?

He clicks, “So clumsy,” he sounded annoyed, even his face indicated the same thing, only to revert back to his haughty facade, “this one I did not know.”

You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. 

But you supposed it was just hunger. 

Yeah. 

Maybe? 

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Geto Suguru relationship headcanons

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Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Character: geto suguru

Just what I imagine a relationship with Suguru would be like

Cw: nsfw under the cut! Mentions of smoking, some curse words

An: finally done with assignments💀 gonna take the phattest nap after posting. Also currently working on some requests! These headcanons are so biased omg bear with me y’all

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SFW

I imagine him to be the sweetest, chillest lover imaginable

First of all, he thinks everything you do is amazing, mind blowing even

Even if it’s about the simplest tasks you manage to do, like making instant ramen

“Babe your cooking skills are amazing, you should work in a Michelin star restaurant”

Just loves to praise and compliment you, it makes him happy to see you smile

Such a good listener!

You could literally have mentioned you wanted a necklace for your birthday 6 months prior and guess what?

He got you that necklace for your birthday because HE DOES NOT FORGET!!

Malewife!geto will make sure you’re being taken care of

After a long and tiring day he’ll run a hot bath for you, will even light some scented candles for ultimate relaxation

Will wash your hair for you and give you a shoulder massage if that’s what you desire

Suguru is not at all the jealous type

He may get a little bit insecure from time to time, but he trusts you with his entire being

You guys rarely argue

But when you do, they aren’t really big fights, probably because he doesn’t see the point in staying mad at each other

Arguments are also mostly about stupid shit, like not changing the toilet paper roll when there’s no paper left

Regardless if it’s his fault or not, he’ll be the first to apologise just for the sake of keeping the argument as short and lowkey as possible

Now I know suguru canonically doesn’t smoke HOWEVER smoker!geto lives rent free in my head and it just makes so much sense to me so I have to get this out

He either smokes cigarettes or vapes, depending on what he thinks works best to erase the disgusting flavour of the curses he consumes

Would try to mask the scent of smoke on his clothes with like a cedar wood cologne if you don’t like the smell of it

I’ve said it in previous headcanons and I’ll say it again, HIS MORNING VOICE 😩

Like imagine you wake up next to him on a Saturday noon and he whispers “good morning” into your ear as he wraps his leg around you and just skdhdkjdkdj

He just looks so ethereal when he wakes up I JUST KNOW IT like that long hair in a bun all messy because of his tossing and turning in his sleep, those still half-closed eyes and that SMILE OMGGGGG

Anyway

Won’t let you leave the bed, he’s super clingy

If you do manage to escape, he’ll be the first one in the kitchen, already prepping breakfast for you both

A cuddle bear.

Look me dead in the eyes and tell me he isn’t a cuddle bear. I’ll wait.

Surprises you with back hugs, wants to cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, clings onto you when you try to do any sort of task

Unless you explicitly tell him not to, this man does not know personal space

Late nights consists of deep, philosophical conversations

Either that or you talk about the dumbest shit for hours, like “is water wet”, no in between. And no water isn’t wet

Lets you play with his hair and make it all pretty by trying different hair styles and placing cute lil clips

NSFW

Sex with him isn’t just sex

It’s about bonding, emotionally, physically, almost spiritual in a sense

Sex with him can be described as soft and passionate

Definitely into body worship, he wants to make it known that he loves every single part of your body

I personally don’t really view him as a dom, I think he’s more of a switch, maybe leaning to dom

Loves when you ride him, that’s when he can just stare at you in awe

Definitely the romantic type, likes to get extra by lighting candles, placing rose petals on the bed, putting on his special playlist

More of a giver, but doesn’t mind receiving

I don’t think he’s particularly kinky, but he would want to try everything at least once

One thing he is really into is mild bondage

Like just your hands or feet tied up, drives him absolutely wild

Probably makes a joke or two while you guys are going at it, to keep the mood light

Not really a loud moaner unless you ride him, that’s his only weakness, rather his moans are for the most part breathy and absolutely angelic to the ear

Doesn’t go hard, usually

Unless he needs to let go of some of his built up stress

That’s when he straight up wrecks you

After you’re both satisfied, he makes sure you’re okay and immediately grabs a towel to clean you up

Cuddles are a must

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[kairakeiji]

“are we really gonna stick oikawa and atsumu at the same table?”

“it was their request,” you hum as you and iwaizumi stare down at seating arrangement for your wedding. “well more like it was tsumu’s since he wants to be with sakusa, bokuto and hinata.”

“but it’s our wedding,” he insists. “lord knows they’re gonna cause a big fuss at the wedding if we put them together.”

“okay,” you mumble. “then how about we replace oikawa with osamu,” you try, shuffling around the small sticky notes with your friends names on them.

iwaizumi shakes his head before he grabs oikawa’s sticky note. “technically we should be replacing atsumu, oikawa’s my best man after all.”

“but i don’t want tsumu feeling left out because all he and his teammates aren’t at the same table,” you shake your head.

“why don’t we move him to the next table then?”

“i don’t want him sitting with makki and mattsun,” you deadpan. “why are they not groomsmen again?”

“because when i first gave them the date of the wedding they couldn’t come,” iwaizumi explains again. “they moved things around to show up the day of, but makki and mattsun can’t make the rehearsal dinner so i didn’t choose them.”

you blink, “how come?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugs. “something about an immersion trip?”

you stare, “what the hell is that?”

“something about visiting a foreign country, i’m honestly never sure with those two,” he shakes his head.

you run a hand through your hair, “man why is planning a wedding so hard? we can barely do the seating? what more the music and the decorations?”

“catering’s done,” iwaizumi sighs as he leans back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

“perfect,” you sigh as you reach for your little notebook, checking off a small box on your list, the list you and iwaizumi made of wedding related tasks that seemed to be growing longer by the day. “this really shouldn’t be this hard.“

“at least you have a dress already,” iwaizumi mumbles.

“and it’s so expensive,” you whine, “it’s my dream dress sure, but we’re literally gonna be eating instant ramen for the rest of the year if other things continue to be pricey.”

“do you know who you want to officiate at the wedding?” iwaizumi questions. “i’m gonna ask tooru if you have no objections.

“no objections,” you nod wearily as you fidget around with the small name tags, mumbling under your breath as you try to find a place for your little wildcard with platinum blonde hair.

“what if we just eloped?”

he’s got your attention in an instant, “hajime, what?”

iwaizumi sits up to face you, “what if we just forget about the whole big ceremony? what if it’s just you and me, and we’ll run off and get married with some of our close friends.”

but you only shake your head, “hajime you want this ceremony more than i do, why are you saying that?”

“it’s just,” he sighs, “it’s a lot, more than i’m ready to handle honestly.“ your hand finds his amidst his confession. “i want to be with you, i want to spend the rest of my life with you i’m just…”

“scared?”

he meets your gaze, “yeah, i don’t know, it’s just, terrifying to make such a commitment, and around so many people too. plus we’re so young and our jobs aren’t super secure and stable right now,” he sighs, “it’s just a lot to think about, and it’s honestly just all hitting me right now, like i just want to marry you, i really do, don’t doubt that, it’s just…”

“hey,” you mumble cupping his cheek. “breathe for me okay?”

“okay,” he murmurs as he follows your movements, matching his breathing with yours.

“it’s overwhelming,” you say, “it’s a lot, and there’s a lot to think about and a lot to consider, but,” you reach forward to cup his cheeks, and iwaizumi doesn’t miss the cold sensation from the engagement ring he put on your finger.

“our wedding day will be perfect, i promise.”

“okay,” he nods, staring fondly in your eyes. “thank you.”

“of course,” you mumble, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “you do this for me all the time, i’ve picked up a thing or two.”

he laughs, “you’re very good at it.”

you take his hand, “you want this right? you want to get married?”

and he intertwines his fingers with yours, “i do, more than anything.”

you smile, “one task at a time okay?”

“right,” he nods, “one task at a time, one little box at a time.”

“good,” you grin before pressing another kiss to his cheek, “now atsumu’s seating placement.”

“put him with suna, samu and komori,” iwaizumi nods. “sakusa will probably visit the table often regardless and there’s a good amount of calm and chaos at that table.

“you mean more chaos than calm right?” you grin as you move atsumu’s sticky note to the table.

“isn’t that how most of our friends are?” he laughs.

“as long as it isn’t a major disturbance i’m satisfied,” you nod.

“as long as we get married i’m happy,” iwaizumi groans, watching as you nod at the finalized seating chart, checking off the respective box on your list. “man what else do we have to plan?”

“a lot more,” you laugh staring down at your little notebook, “but it’s okay, we’ll get through it.”

“i’m gonna be so happy checking off your little list.”

“then i’ll make sure you’re the one checking off every box,” you grin before your lips find his once more.

i’m back for real now! haha i wrote so much over vacation so i’m so excited to finally share it hehe - this is for @tahdashi​ ‘s champagne kisses collab!! thank you so much for hosting bae this was so fun to write! find the collab masterlist here!

thanks for reading! reblogs/interaction are always appreciated mwah <33

[wisteriaxblooms]

HOW YOU MEET (ASSORTED NARUTO BOYOS)

Warnings: fem! reader, violence, some language

Word Count: 3338

NARUTO UZAMAKI

That silly old man at the Ichiraku ramen shop was in fact just that- old. Naruto never really tried to speak to him too very much or ask him many questions, other then what he say on the surface from behind the playmat. One day, after returning from a mission, Naruto was chowing down on some ramen, his face nearly in the bowl and his legs crossed at the calves in joy. He giggled and chuckled to himself in pure, unwavering joy.

"N-Naruto.. Uzamaki?" A voice, soft like Hinata but not as scared interrupted into the air. For a second, he thought he had made it up in his head. But when he turned from his meal he saw a girl his age wearing an apron and holding another bowl of ramen featuring his favorite- BBQ pork. She looked like an angel. "Yeah, that's me." He said, proudly.

Your eyes twinkled and he nearly forgot to close his mouth.

"I've wanted to speak to you for a very long time, Naruto. You come in so often and I'm always behind the what you see- but we've grown up together, in a sense." You rambled. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "What are you talking about? No offense, but I've never seen you before in my life." He told you, which you already knew. You let out a soft chuckle.

"(Y/N), I gave you a day free. Don't spend it here bothering the customers." Old man said, with a stern look even he could muster. You nodded. "Yes father. Here, Naruto. This is for you. My name is (Y/N)." You quickly placed the bowl at him before leaving the restaurant. Naruto blinked. Father!?

SASUKE UCHIHA

To most, in good hopes, your existence was merely a terrible rumour. Some even prayed that you were nothing but word of mouth and nothing more. The story went something like this. many years ago, a young woman had a baby- a beautiful girl, healthy as could be. A cousin to the third Hokage, and a wonderful addition to the leaf village. From just three years old, she exibited wonderful and unique talents, outstanding intelligence, and particularly impressive speed for her age. She was playing in the grass with some other young children one day, right as evening was beginning to set in. As she ran into the thickett, the other children waited several minutes for her to come out- from that point on, the kids retold a tell in which the little girl disappeared, and all that was left was the shed skin of a snake.

You were always, to your memory, the daughter of Lord Orochimaru. It was all you ever really known. For many years, you had only seen the world through his dreadful eyes- believed every word he ever said. And though many swore he was ruthless and evil, you only knew him as 'father' and he was generous, and lovable, and proud. He had his moments. You had seen him done bad things but he had always told you that it was merely necessary.

That was when, your world suddenly caved in on itself, on the day your father came home to one of your many hideouts with someone special following him. You hid in your room, locked for what as far as you knew was your safety, and listened. "Welcome Sasuke. We will begin your training very very soon dear boy. But first, I must check on something important.”

Orochimaru, with haste, walked down the hallway. You ran to your bed and sat back down, covering your body in a blanket and burying your face in a book. The lock twisted, your heart pounded because you had a deep sense that he was not alone and it wasn't just Kabuto.

As soon as more light leaked into the room, you shot up excitedly to hug Orochimaru.

"Father!" You hollered, extending out your arms to hug him. He was cold, sleek, like a serpent.  He grinned wide.

"Hello my sweet child. Have you been resting as I requested?" You hadn't. But you nodded. "Yes, father. I have. May I go outside, now?" He had promised you some time in the sun. He exhaled loudly. "You just don't forget anything, do you?"

Patiently you stared at him. "You may come outside while we begin training. You can pay attention to your new training partner's techniques. Obviously, he is inferior to you."

Sasuke just about grunted. "Inferior? You're talking to a child-" he growled impatiently, pushing past Orochimaru to see you. Not a child, a girl, his age, staring back at him with a look of confusion.

Sasuke knew one thing for certain- you were absolutely not the daughter of this guy. Orochimaru hissed, putting his hand in between the archway and Sasuke. "You'll watch your tongue, Uchiha. That is (Y/N), and she will undoubtedly rip out your tongue. And I will bury your pieces." Sasuke shut up for a moment, out of annoyance as opposed to fear. You smiled at him. "Hello!" You waved. "Father please." You spoke, softly. He eyed you suspiciously. It scared you. "Let him see for himself."

NEJI HYUGA

Neji, for some reason unbeknownst to him and all his strange clairvoyance, felt as if he had to be extremely on alert as he walked toward the training grounds. Something was strange- and he felt extremely nervous, like something was about to change. As he approached them, he leaned against a tree and looked out. "Is that Lee?" He asked himself within his own thoughts. But it wasn't. It was a girl.

You were training. Hard. Transferring from one village to another was difficult, especially when you knew no one here save for the fact that this was the only place you fulfill your goals. The village bred saviors.

Neji stood there, quietly, watching as you were steady at work, performing your exercises with such graceful technique. He had never been impulsive in his life. Cool, calculated. But Neji stood there, and gave one second to the thought as to not talk himself out of it.

"Excuse me!" He shouted. You instantly stopped. "Finally, you said something. I've sensed you watching for a while now. His pale lilac eyes widened at your words. "Forgive me-" He began, but he swallowed a gulp and stood up straight. "These training grounds belong to the leaf village. With no headband and having never seen you around before, I don't believe that includes you, Miss."  He caused you to furrow your eyebrows.

"Is this your way of asking my name? You sure do beat around the bush." In a flash, you were behind him. "You're right, I'm not from the leaf village- but I am determined to make it my home." You were in front of him again. He was getting whiplash! "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), got that? Remember it." Your heart was racing. Who was this guy? Tall, long haired, blank eyes- it had to mean something. You were intrigued, curious, maybe even scared. But you would play it cool. Too cool. "You'll be seeing more of me."

ROCK LEE

You actually really didn't meet Lee. You were born on the same day, hours apart. So there was really no true introduction that you could plainly and obviously remember. You were friends from a very young age. You did, however, meet a new version of your best friend- when his Sensei helped him gain the strength to become stronger and more powerful even without ninjutsu or genjutsu. Having trained in the forest earlier today, you were now tending to your small flower garden that you kept tidied as possible. You were leaned over, picking out weeds when the kicked up dust of dirt clouded your vision, rocks and debris flew into the flowerbed. You heard shouting. Terrified, you turned around.

"AT LAST! I HAVE DONE 600 LAPS AROUND THE VILLAGE!" Lee exclaimed, his holler causing you to jump. His attention then turned to you as his enthusiasm faded, looking at your now demolished flower garden. You tried to smile and hide your disappointment. "Great..job...Lee." You told him. He lifted his hand to you in hopes you would grab it. He helped you up. "(Y/N)! Forgive me, I was just so very excited for what I have accomplished! It appears I have made a mess of your flower garden. Please, dear friend and comrade, let ME fix it for you."

You thought about it for a moment. You looked at him gratefully, but you shook your head with the mental image of your new... 'fixed' flower garden. It would probably be vegetables or something.

"Thanks for the offer, Lee." You gave him a soft smile. You took his hand and laid your other on top of his. "I can't ask you to do it all by yourself. You can help me put it back together." You gave the top of his hand a small Pat before staring toward the setting sun and orange sky. In the light neither of you could tell the other one was blushing. "Goodnight, Lee." You nodded before walking into your home.

KIBA INAZUKA

When you first got Akiri, you had no clue that she even was a ninken. In your eyes, she was just a beautiful, long-haired stark white puppy. When you went to visit your father in the leaf village however, you soon found out she was a bred warrior. You were 6 years old at the time. From that point on, when you trained, went anywhere, did anything- Akiri went with you. Soon, you two became synonymous with each other, an unbreakable bond.

When you were 14, you mother finally saw that you were going to be a shinobe regardless of her wishes and allowed you to move in with your father in the leaf village. Akiri, much older and larger now, was your ride into the village. You stroked her soft tufts of white hair as you made your stride into town. You were almost at the gate when in the distance you saw a a large, also white figure running toward the two of you with a ferocious speed, and another figure your size slightly behind running after it. Akiri stopped and did not move another inch. You stepped off of her as she began to growl.

You pulled out a kunai and held it under your sleeve.

A dog only slightly bigger than Akiri stopped in front of the two of you, tail wagging as he barked. In the distance but getting closer you heard, "AKOMARU! WAIT FOR ME!"

You chuckled to yourself. After a few seconds, out of breath and sweating you caught eyes with a boy. He was tall, with scruffy brown hair and red face paint. Animalistic, wild eyes and pronounced canines as he smiled at you. Akiri's tail also began to wag. "Hello." The boy said. You raised an eyebrow. "Hi there." You replied.

You studied him as he regained composure and noticed for a moment he was doing the same. You scratched your arm impulsively. A laugh befell his lips. It was cocky, confident, and slightly addictive to your ears.

"No wonder Akomaru came running. Couple of ladies coming into town." He alluded to the tow dogs, who now were playing with eachother. You feared for the destructive effects.

"Some dog you've got there, she's beautiful." Kiba told you. You smiled. "Thanks! Akomaru.. I think you said that was his name- he's pretty cute too." You complimented back. The boy nodded. "Yep, that's my buddy Akomaru. I'm Kiba Inuzuka." He finally introduced himself. You extended out your hand to shake his, while slipping the kunai out of your other. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Telling him your name he thought it sounded somewhat familiar. You noticed the flicker of wonder in his eyes. "My dad is (Y/D/N) (L/N)."

"Oh okay! Yeah, he knows my mom. I knew he said he had a daughter but I didn't know she would be-"

Kiba stopped, you eyed him curiously. "My age." In his head, he wanted to say 'as badass as this' you nodded. "Well, do you know where my dad stays? His directions weren't very clear at all." You asked. He sort of knew. With a grin, he motioned for you to follow. The dogs stood alert. "Follow me, (Y/N)"

SHIKAMARU NARA

When you came to this village, to live for the rest of the foreseeable future, you could physically feel the pit of nerves running back and forth against the walls of your stomach. You looked up at your uncle, who was silent but smiling as you trudged along beside him. You were dry now, and warm as the sun made up for last night's chilling moonlight. The journey had been long, and without much words, as the past 72 hours replayed in your head.

You had tried your hardest to become a Mika without the guidance you needed, against your parent's wishes, past your father's will- you had no respect for him- only fear. None of that mattered now.

You were at the gate, now, with your uncle. He had served Konahagure for a very long time, renown for who he was- and though you weren't blood but through marriage only were you kin, you felt a strong care for him. After all, he had come to your aid.

After what he had seen... he did not leave you there to die.

"Now, (Y/N), please do not be offended if you do not fit in right away, most of the ninja your age have already assembled their teams and groups. They've known eachother a very long time. But your cousin and his friends, they should be very welcoming." Your uncle, stout and round, gave your head a pat, as if he missed having young children despite you being the age of his son. His whole hand covered the top of your head.

Stares followed you through the village. Finally you made it to the place you would now call home.

"Um, Uncle Choza?" You mumbled. "Hmm?" He responded, taking a step onto the porch. "Thank you." You said. A gut laugh erupted from his stomach. "Don't thank me yet, you're living with Choji and I now." He teased. The door opened. "Hey dad, good to see you back. Shikamaru and I are about to go get some barbecue-" Realizing your presence, the guy with the long mahogany hair and stomach like Choza stopped talking. "You're welcome to come too... uh"

Choza patted your back so you would introduce yourself. You kicked the rock in front of you. "I'm (Y/n)" He lit up. "Hello! That makes you my cousin. I'm Choji." Choji looked happy, and warm. You waved. About that time, someone walked up behind you. Scared, in a panic, you turned around, a flash of water came with you. He was now drenched. An unenthusiastic, droopy eyed face stared back at you. He went to open his mouth but let out a yawn. "Geez, watch it riptide." He griped. "I'm so sorry, I was scared-" Choji stopped you. Somehow, he could sense your fear. "Don't worry! Thats just Shikamaru. As long as you don't cause any trouble, he is harmless." And in a few moments, you were calm. But Shikamaru was now staring at you.. and you couldn't tell why.

GAARA OF THE DESERT

When you were young, you lived in the sand village. Your mother was from the leaf, your father from the sand. Times were once peaceful. You were four when you met Gaara.

Playing tag with the other children, you were only looking at them chasing you, and not what was in front of you. But then in a split second you turned to see a wall close in sight. There was no time or traction to stop on the sandy ground. But the , you hit a gritty barricade. Standing close, was a boy with deep red hair and foaming ocean eyes.

"Are you...okay?" He asked as he helped you up. You smiled. "Yes, thank you!" For a minute you had forgotten about your game. You thought that was why everyone else was running. He looked at them go with sad eyes. "Wanna come play with us?" You asked. At first he started to smile but hung his head and shook it no. "They don't like me very much, they are afraid of me."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why? They have nothing to be afraid of. You ran over to your bag and began to pull something out. Gaara watched curiously. "Oh well, their loss. Come on and check this out." You began setting up a kite. You ran a bit and it followed in the air. He would take it and do the same. Tired you both paused after a bit. "I'm (Y/N)" you finally introduced. His lips curved up at the ends and a light pink befell his cheeks. "They call me... Gaara." He replied. You did not move or become frightened as he got closer to you. "Well Gaara, I think for my birthday mom and dad are gonna get me a new kite, so..." No one had mentioned anything about this to you. "Do you want to keep this one?" You watched his eyes light up again, before he could give you an answer you had already placed it in his hands.

"(Y/N)!" You heard your mother yell. You grumbled. "(Y/n)! Please come here sweetheart." Her voice was soft... and sad. "We'll play tomorrow, I'm gonna go see what Mom wants. Goodbye Gaara!" You hollered before running off back to your home. Little did you know you would never return to that spot again.

KANKURO OF THE DESERT

It was a "festival of the arts", and a "testament of the two village's extraordinary talent", So said the Kazekage and the Hokage. The Kazekage, though, happened to be his brother, so why he would assist in arrangement of some crazy, stupid thing like this was beyond Kankuro. But he knew one thing and only one thing that made him very excited. Kankuro would get to show up all of precious puppets.

Kankuro was a very proud soul, particularly about his puppets he had spent so much time mastering.

Walking toward the section of the festival for puppet mastering, he was interrupted on his walk by something large and circular. He stopped, confused. It was a girl, he realized after he seized being in motion, the woman was inside a hoop.

She was rolling arond, spread at the legs and arms, around the village. That was you. You were a talented gymnast and acrobatic in your spare time. You used how nimble you were more in fighting then recreationally, but you had a true love for it. "Hey princess, mind watching where the hell you're going?" Kankuro sneered. He crossed his arms.

  As you left it and stepped onto your feet. You sighed. You just wanted to see the puppets. "Sorry, guess I got a little rogue." You laughed, scratching the back of your head. A man wearing all black and purple face paint upon his face.

"Yeah, I just said sorry." You rolled your eyes. Who pissed in his cornflakes?

"If you're a master of what you're doing, then why did you lose control?" He asked.

"I was looking for something and it was faster to use it. What are you here for anyway?" You asked.

"I'm here for the puppets." Kankuro said.

You stopped. Sighed. "Oh, really?"

"What we're you looking for?" He asked curiously.

Rolling your eyes, you held onto your hoop. "I'm trying to find the puppets. I wanted to see them."

He laughed. Oh, this was priceless.

"Well, good luck, beautiful. I'll see you there if you make it."

With that, he went on ahead. And you were left appalled at his behavior.

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction | Crying During An Argument [Request]

Stray Kids x GN!Reader 

CHAN:

Chan walked through the door of his bedroom to find you fast asleep in his bed, while usually he would be pleased to see you laying there waiting for him tonight it only seemed to piss him off. He slammed the door behind him and walked into the living room, throwing himself onto the sofa to sleep instead. 

"Channie?" You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes, coming out to see who was banging about, it was 3 am and he'd been home to the dorms late every night this week. Not that you had been there but the boys had been keeping you up to date on what your boyfriend got up to when you weren't around. 

"What are you doing here? I told you I was busy this week," He grumbled as he laid flat on his chest, face squished between the pillows, you let out a yawn as you tried to speak. 

"I told you I was coming, I text you. If you took the time to read your phone you would know," You joked playfully but it didn't land, Chan sat up and grumbled at you that he'd been too busy working to even think about his phone. 

"I was joking Channie...Come to bed, I can help you relax...Give you a massage?" He continued to sit there staring at the floor as if he hadn't heard a word you said,

"Chan?"

"For fuck sake! Why are you always going on! I've just walked through the door! Give me a chance!" You cringed at his yelling, the boys were all asleep and if he continued he would wake them all up. 

"Chan the boys are sleeping," You hissed at him not fancying the boys coming out to find the two of you fighting with one another over seemingly nothing since you had no idea what was bothering Chan so much lately. It just seemed as though he never wanted to be around you and when he did it was as if you weren't there, he would spend the whole time ignoring you. 

"I don't care! I'm sick of you always being around to check on me, you're always here, always breathing down the back of my neck. It's exhausting Y/n!" The boys had to have been awake by now but they weren't coming out of their rooms, you just stared at Chan waiting for him to finish his rant. You knew how stressful his life was and you always gave him space when he needed it, always forgiving him for yelling at you when things got bad but this was enough. 

"I'm here to make sure my boyfriend doesn't overwork himself, to make sure he actually gets some sleep since he doesn't listen to his band members." You finally snapped, tears starting to gush out of your eyes as you told him how you were really feeling. You were angry at him for not taking care of himself and angry that he was taking his anger out on you and the boys who had told you about his outbursts with them all week. 

"I gave you space when the boys said you were snapping at them, I figured tonight you would want some company." Chan looked at you as you spoke, his heart breaking into two pieces as he saw the tears rolling down your face. It was then that everything fell into place and he was the Chan you knew and loved. His arms wrapped around you without another word as he kissed the top of your head. Telling you how sorry he was over and over again until you accepted it and told him to go back to bed with you.

MINHO:

This fight had been going on far longer than you wanted it to, you didn't even want to be fighting with Minho because you knew he could stand his ground. Neither of you could remember what was going on in the fight, it had stared over something so small and petty that it no longer seemed important. 

"Can't you see that I have a point?!" Minho yelled out as he turned around to look at you, your head was in your hands as you sat at the kitchen table. Shaking your head in answer to him, 

"No, because I can't even remember what we're supposed to be fighting about." You mumbled, laying your head down against the wooden table wanting nothing more than for the fight to be over already. 

"That's your problem! You always forget everything, every little thing! Because you just don't care." Your heart panged as you lifted up to stare back at your boyfriend with a blank stare wondering if he truly meant what he had just said to you, 

"I don't care?" You couldn't believe what he was saying to you, your chest was starting to hurt as he said nothing to you until you shook your head, trying to urge him into saying something else.

"You don't, you don't care about anyone else but yourself." This only made your chest ache more as you stared at him, waiting for him to tell you that he was joking or that he wasn't being serious but it never came. He continued to stare back at you with a serious look on his face as if he believed it, 

"That's it. Walk away like you do every time!" He yelled out as you began walking out of the kitchen but you scoffed at him, going into the living room and pulling out a box from your storage closet. 

"If I don't care, what's all of this?" You dropped the box down onto the table and began pulling out all of the small items you'd kept over the years of being together with him. The ticket stub from your first date together, a photo of you both on your third date, and even a ramen packet from when you first cooked for him and the rest of the boys when you were first introduced to them. 

"Don't you dare tell me I don't care about us!" You yelled out at him as you cried, you hadn't even noticed you'd been crying until you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. 

"Babe-"

"No. You look at me, and you tell me I don't care about our relationship when every day I'm doing everything I can to keep us going." Minho sighed as he pulled you into his chest, rubbing your lower back as you cried into his arms, 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it, I was just angry at both of us...Fighting over something we can't remember." He whined as he brought you closer to him, sinking down onto the floor so that he could continue to hold you close to him as he apologised for what he had said. 

CHANGBIN:

Changbin had been giving you the silent treatment all day and it was starting to bug you, you had done nothing wrong to warrant him not speaking to you. 

"I thought you wanted to watch a movie tonight," You pouted at him as he walked into the shared apartment you had together and headed straight towards the bedroom instead of staying with you. 

"Changbin!" You called out but he ignored you again and again, not even glancing over at you as he shut the bedroom door. You weren't going to stand for it, all day he'd been like this. Ever since you'd gotten to the dorms and the boys began talking with you, he'd began ignoring you.

"What's going on? I thought we were going to cuddle and watch a movie," You whined at him playfully,

"Why don't you ask Jisung to cuddle you!" He snapped out as he stared at you, his chest rising and falling quickly and you realised what his problem had been all day. Jisung had been a little clingy with you today but you put that down to him not seeing you for almost a month when you went home for a while. 

"We're just friends," You sighed to Changbin, sitting down on the bed as you stared at him. This was the way it always was when it came to you hanging around with people, whenever Changbin saw them getting a little too friendly with you in a way he didn't like he would become this overly jealous boyfriend who had no need to be jealous. 

"Tell him that, he didn't seem to think that when he had his arms draped around you the way he did...and you didn't exactly stop him Y/n," You rolled your eyes as you laid down on the bed not wanting to get into this fight with him, it was something that was overdone all of the time and something that didn't need to be spoken about. He knew that he was the only one you loved and it would always be that way, 

"He's a friend,"

"He doesn't act like a friend! He acts like a lover." He continued to rant on about how Jisung shouldn't be able to wrap his arms around you like that, how it was Changbin's job and not Jisung's.

"Do you not trust me?" You finally questioned as you sat up, coming face to face with Changbin who was at the end of the bed staring back at you. 

"Maybe I don't," You scoffed at the comment, saying nothing more as you got up from the bed and began to pack some of your clothes into a bag, not wanting to have the whole trust fight with him. 

"Where are you going to go?" His voice was calmer now as he realised he'd upset you but you weren't going to speak to him, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine by ignoring him the way he had ignored you all day. 

"Y/n! You know I didn't mean it," He yelled out as he followed you down the stairs of your apartment and towards the front door, begging for you not to go but you were still walking out as he spoke to you. 

"But you did, didn't you? You don't think you can trust me despite us being together for almost five years?" Tears were running down your face as you turned around to look at him, your eyes were bloodshot as you let the tears flow through your anger. 

"I've been with you through everything, I've been there even when I was scared you would cheat on me but I stayed. I trusted you throughout every part of our relationship, all I'm asking for is the same trust!" You pleaded with him and he sighed, finally realising how much of an idiot he had been acting around you. He trusted you, of course, he did. He knew that he could trust you with his life if he needed to but he couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw someone else all over you. 

"I do trust you...I just find it hard when he has his hands over you," You sighed at him and kissed his cheek, promising him that there was nothing that could come between you. 

HYUNJIN:

It happened for the sixth time this week, Hyunjin ignored your texts and calls and you were starting to worry that something was wrong. You text Chan asked if Hyunjin was at the studios and if you could head over, Chan seemed relieved to hear from you and you headed over right away. Taking everybody some lunch since it was almost time for them to eat and you didn't know if they had something, 

"I bought the food!" You called out as you walked into the dance studio to see Hyunjin, Jisung and Minho standing together all of them covered in sweat from the work out they had been doing. Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he saw you standing there but you thought you were seeing things and chose to ignore it, 

"I left it with Chan and Changbin so you better run before they eat it all," You told the boys as Minho and Jisung scrambled towards the door, wanting to get something before the boys grabbed it all. 

"You're not hungry?" You asked as you saw Hyunjin getting ready to dance again but he just nodded, ignoring you as he waited for you to leave the room but you weren't going to. You were going to get to the bottom of this silent treatment one way or another. 

"What's going on? Are we okay?" You asked insecurely as you stared at him, waiting for some kind of explanation as to what his problem was lately. 

"We're fine. I just need to practice. Can you leave?" He snapped angrily as he stared at the mirror, taking in a deep breath as he got ready but you just shook your head. Turning to leave when you stood your ground instead of walking away, 

"No. Something is clearly going on. You're ignoring me, ignoring my texts and calls. All I want to do is spend some time with you." You whined but it wasn't met with an understanding Hyunjin as it normally was, he just started yelling at you. 

"I don't have time to act like I'm happy to be around you! I don't have the energy to be around you right now!" You froze in place as you heard the words he was saying to you, 

"You don't have to act to be around me! I thought you loved me, I thought you would be happy around me no matter what. I'm sorry I seem to bother you so much Hyunjin," You scoffed slamming the door as you stood your ground, wanting to know what else he thought of you now that he was spilling his guts. 

"You know that's not what I meant. Fuck, you always take everything so literal." He groaned at you, running his hands through his hair as he stressed out, 

"You just said you don't want to act happy around me, that you don't have the energy to be around me so how about I make things easier for you? I never come back? You'll never have to deal with me again." It wasn't until Hyunjin heard your voice crack that he knew you were crying, there were tears rolling down your face from how angry you felt about everything and he grabbed your hands. 

"Y/n-"

"No, you clearly don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I'll do you the favour of ending things," You mumbled, snatching your hand away from him but he pulled you back into his chest. Staring down into your eyes as he nervously shook his head, 

"I didn't mean it. I've been busy with dancing, writing and then we're getting told off by our manager for not being on time...I was just projecting my anger," He explained as he rubbed your lower back, kissing your forehead as he apologised over and over again for making you cry.

JISUNG:

Another date another night of Jisung sneaking out of the dorms to come and see you. He was panting heavily and sweating as he walked into your apartment staring at you with a giant smile on his face which faded quickly when he realised you weren't happy to see him standing there. 

"You wouldn't have to sneak around like this if you just told the boys we were dating," You mumbled as you placed some popcorn into your mouth, staring at the TV screen as you watched the movie you'd put on. 

"I can't tell the guys about us yet," Yet. That was what he always said whenever you brought up the topic of telling his friends about your relationship. He wasn't ready yet, it wasn't the right time yet, the boys didn't need to know yet. Every excuse he could give to you he would if it meant getting out of sharing you with the boys but it only made you grow anxious over time. 

"Why? If you're that ashamed of us being together, why don't you just end things?" You snapped at him as he sat down next to you, you had enough of sneaking around. The point of your relationship was to be happy together and spending time together easily but his sneaking around and always being overly secretive with the boys lead to too much hassle. 

"Ashamed? I'm not ashamed of you." He said calmly as he clearly didn't see that you were as angry about this as you were but you'd reached the breaking point. I t was getting exhausting having to pretend that you didn't know him whenever you would bump into one another in the JYP building. 

"You act like it," You snapped harshly as you turned around to look at him, his eyes were wide and he put down the bowl of popcorn as he got up from the sofa. 

"Is there something bothering you?" He questioned as he stared at you, 

"Yes! I want you to tell the boys we're together. I'm sick of sneaking around and pretending I'm not in love with you whenever I see you at work," You thought it would be simple. The other boys were in relationships and they were happy for one another. What could possibly be the problem with Jisung telling them about you and him?

"But I'm not ready to tell them," He sighed as he felt as though he was going around in circles with you on the subject, he didn't see why you wanted to make it into a huge deal that the two of you were dating.

"You're not ready to tell them or you're not ready for people to know you're not on the market anymore," Your hand slapped over your mouth as you realised what you had said but it was no secret that Jisung flirted with everybody. You'd been working in the studios with Chan when you overheard Felix and Changbin talking about Jisung flirting with one of the stylists. 

"What are you talking about?-"

"I hear about your stories, how you flirt with everyone at the studio, everyone tells me about it." You mumbled as you realised how crazy you sounded right now but you didn't care. 

"Flirt with who? Why would I flirt with anybody?" You shook your head at him as you stared at him, 

"It's the only thing that makes sense about not telling the guys or anybody else about us. You just do that so you have the freedom to flirt and be with whoever you want!" The way you suddenly raised your voice shocked Jisung, he'd never heard you yell at anybody before much less him.

"Babe-" He reached his hand out to you but you stepped away from him, begging him not to call you that right now. 

"Please just go I've had enough of this, I've had enough of being your secret." You mumbled tiredly as you felt the tears begin to gush down your cheeks, getting so angry at the thought of him flirting or being with somebody else that you began crying but Jisung didn't move an inch until he took your hand in his. Walking towards the door of your apartment as he began dialling Chan's number into his phone, bringing it up to his ear as he shut and locked your apartment door. 

"What's going on?" You questioned confused but he just told Chan he would be back soon and to have some food. 

"I'm introducing you to the boys, I had no idea you felt this way." He looked at you nervously, reaching up to rub his thumb under your eyes to remove the tears.

"I don't want you to think I'm ashamed of you, or flirting with somebody else...I didn't tell the boys because I figured I could keep you to myself for a little while longer," He confessed as he leant forward to give you a small kiss on the lips. Smiling as you kissed him back, 

"I'm sorry for-"

"Don't, I should be sorry for acting the way I did." He said as he cut you off, beginning to walk down the stairs of your apartment building.

FELIX:

As soon as you watched Felix hit the ground your whole body seemed to launch yourself at him, rushing to his side as you went to check that he was okay. 

"Babe, you okay?" Your voice was strained as it came out panicked, checking over him as you run your hands over his elbow which he'd smashed onto the dance practice floor. 

"I'm fine," He grumbled at you, snapping his arm away as he got up from the floor, moving away from you as he mumbled something about you being overprotective. You knew that you were protective of him but that was only because you didn't want anything dangerous to happen to him, Felix was the love of your life and seeing him hurt, hurt you. 

"I was just watching out for you," You whispered, hurt that he seemed to be upset over something so seemingly insignificant. 

"Well don't! You're constantly breathing down my neck and it's fucking annoying," You and Felix rarely fought and if you did it normally ended in you walking out, you hated confrontation and yelling but this time you weren't going to back down from it. You'd done nothing wrong to warrant being called annoying by Felix, all you did was try to make sure he was okay. 

"You're overreacting, I just wanted to make sure you hadn't hurt yourself," You were calm with him, trying to make him see your reasoning but it only seemed to make him angrier, he grew red in the face as he turned to look at you. 

"What are you? My parent?!" He cried out as he stared at you, clearly, it was something else that was bothering him and he was passing the blame onto you. 

"I was making sure you didn't break a bone! The next time I'll just leave you to cry on the floor!" Felix was shocked at the sudden yelling coming from you, in all the years that you had been together he'd never once heard you yell at him or anybody else.

"You're constantly all over me! It's overbearing to have my partner constantly watching my every move!" He yelled out before he even processed what he was trying to say, he knew how sensitive you were to be called overbearing. Your ex had finished things between you because you were always checking in on them to make sure they were okay. Felix said nothing as he waited for you to say something but all you did was shake your head at him, tears rolling down your cheeks from the anger you were feeling. You had no idea how to process the feelings and they were coming out in form of tears instead. 

"Babe-"

"No! You know what, if I'm that overbearing as a partner why don't you just leave me? Huh?" You snapped at him as you raised your eyebrows, having enough of this already, 

"If I'm that bad to be with just end things! All I wanted to do was make sure you hadn't seriously injured yourself! I was trying to be a good partner but whatever, if you don't care and you want to get hurt-" You grabbed your bag from the floor and began storming out of the room, 

"Then be my guest, but don't come crying to me when you hurt yourself and no one is around to help you." You tried to slam the door to make a dramatic exit but Felix grabbed the handle to stop you, bringing you into his arms as he pressed you against his chest. It was now that you realised he was also crying but not because he was angry but because he realised how much he'd upset you, 

"I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry," He whispered as he kissed the top of your head, kissing down to your lips. 

"Let's go home. Have a shower and watch a movie." He whispered to you, holding onto you tightly so that you couldn't leave him, 

"I'm just stressed with comebacks coming and the shows-" He was cut off when you leant up to kiss his lips softly, 

"I'll stop being so over protective...I promise," You whispered to him as you kissed his cheek once again, tugging at his grasp so you could head home for the evening.

SEUNGMIN:

You and Seungmin had been living together for about six months and it had become an unspoken rule that you cleaned the home while he worked at the studios. It was just the way things worked since you were out of a job thanks to lockdown happening too suddenly, you enjoyed the cleaning and Seungmin enjoyed coming back to a clean home but this week was different. You'd been too sick with migraine to even think about moving out of bed and Seungmin had been so busy at the studios he'd barely noticed you not leaving your room. YOu were asleep when he got up for work and asleep when he came in late so he figured you were fine. 

"Ugh! Fuck sake! Y/n!" You heard Suengmin scream as he entered the house, you groaned wrapping yourself in a blanket as you stood at the top of the stairs to see him. He'd walked through the door, tripping over the shoes that had been left on the floor instead of on the shoe rack,

"The house is a fucking pigsty!" He yelled out as he walked into the living room to see nothing had been done all week, the washing from Monday morning was still sitting on the floor in front of the machine and the dishes were beginning to take over the kitchen sides and table. 

"I've been a little-"

"I'm so sick of coming home to a messy house!" You flinched at the way he yelled his voice but not because you were scared but because yelling only made your head feel worse.

"I've not been well, I was going to do it when I felt better," You mumbled, leaning your body against the wall to try and relax but it only seemed to make Seungmin angrier. 

"You do nothing all week long! All I ask is that you make sure the house is tidy and I'm constantly coming home to a mess!" Seungmin continued to rant about how you didn't have a job and had nothing to do all day until you finally lost it. Snapping at him as you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks from the anger you were feeling towards him, 

"I haven't been cleaning because I'm sick! If you were any kind of boyfriend you would have taken the chance to notice I've barely gotten out of bed in over a week because my head feels like it's being kicked in!" The sudden yell from you made Seungmin stumble back and take a real look at you for the first time that night, your hair was a mess, you looked like you hadn't slept right for days and you looked genuinely unwell and he filled with dread as he realised he hadn't even noticed until you said something.

"I've been so stressed about not having the house clean but I could barely get out of bed, Sungie." You whined as you collapsed onto the sofa in front of him not knowing what to say or do anymore, all you wanted to do was crawl into bed. 

"Go, I'll clean up and I'll bring you something to eat. I'm not taking no for an answer," You didn't fight him back on it, you just lifted yourself up from the sofa and headed up to the bedroom.

An hour or two later the door to the bedroom opened and Seungmin appeared, carrying a tray with food and painkillers on. 

"Lay back," He told you as he placed a damp-cold cloth on your head, making sure you were comfortable before he began getting the soup ready for you to eat, 

"I'm sorry. I should have checked on you before now. I promise I'll start helping around the house too,"

JEONGIN:

The front door slammed against the wall as you walked into the apartment, laughter filled the air which only seemed to fuel your growing anger even more. Water was dripping onto the floor from your body as you kicked the door shut behind you, staring into the living room to see your boyfriend sitting there with all of his friends who had yet to notice you. Once Jeongin heard the door slam shut he turned around to see you standing there, you were drenched and kicking off your shoes as you held eye contact with him.

"Babe? You're all wet, and you're late home." He chuckled at something that Felix had said to him and you could feel yourself starting to lose your patience with him. Normally you were the kind and relaxed partner but tonight was too much even for you, you'd been stood up by your own boyfriend and now he was choosing to spend his evening gaming instead of with you. 

"Do you have any idea what day it is?" The tone in our voice changed the read of the room as the game was shut off and the boys began to leave without a word to you or Jeongin who looked lost and confused. They could sense that there was a fight coming and none of them wanted to be in the way of the warpath when everything finally came out.

"Guys?!" They didn't answer Jeongin as the door shut and he was left staring at you, he was blushing a little as he tried to remember what day it was and what he could possibly be missing that would make you this angry at him.

"I was sitting inside for an hour and then I thought, maybe you just forgot and went to bed because you've had such a hard day," As you spoke to him you peeled off the wet jacket you were wearing and dropping it on the floor, ignoring the squelching sound it made as it hit the hardwood flooring. 

"I figured you'd be in bed and I wouldn't be as mad at you for forgetting but what do I find when I walk into our house? My boyfriend, gaming instead of out with me on our two-year anniversary date," As soon as the words left your mouth Jeongin got up on his feet his eyes widening in fear, trying to walk over to you and apologise in any way that he could but you weren't going to stand for it. This time you'd had enough of his excuses of blaming things on being too tired, it wasn't an n excuse anymore when you'd given him reminders all week. Telling him how excited you were for your date on Friday, not to mention that it was the anniversary of the two of you first got together. 

"I thought that was next week," He pleaded with you trying to get you to speak to him but you just walked up to the bathroom, not wanting to fight with him while you were dressed in wet clothes. 

"Babe!" He called out but you shut and locked the door in his face, turning on the shower and radio so you wouldn't have to hear him yelling for you to open the door while you were showering.

When you emerged from the bathroom Jeongin was waiting for you on the edge of your bed, staring at you as he waited for you to speak first but you weren't going to. The silent treatment seemed like the best course of action so you kept your mouth shut, peeling back the covers and climbing inside and covering yourself up. 

"That's it then? You're not even going to talk to me?" Jeongin snapped as he stared at you, turning the light on whenever you would turn it off. 

"I'm tired." You lied as you laid there with your eyes shut, you weren't tired. Far from it. The thought of Jeongin not remembering your anniversary was bothering you more than it should have been meanwhile it didn't seem to bother him one bit. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen. I thought that it was next week...You know I never would have stood you up-"

"But you would, this isn't the first time and it won't be the last so whatever," You rolled over on your side to face away from him but Jeongin wasn't going to let you get away with it, 

"What do you mean it's not the first time?" You scoffed as if he didn't know. 

"You ditch me all of the time to hang out with the boys. I'm used to it. I just thought tonight would be different." The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Jeongin tried to remember the last time he cancelled on a date to hang out with the boys instead but he couldn't. 

"I've never-" You sat up which cut him off, he could see the anger written across your face as you stared at him.

"The date we went on when you decided to meet my parents. I had to rearrange it seven times because the boys were doing something you just had to be included in." You stated as you angrily got out of the bed and placed your hands on your hips. 

"I have friends Y/n! A life! I can't help it if things come up," Which was true but what bothered you more was that he had made plans with you first and then bailed on you. 

"You can always rearrange with the guys, something like meeting my parents and our anniversaries are a one-time thing," You hoped that he was seeing where you were coming from with all of this but from the look on his face you could tell he hadn't gotten it. The angrier you got the more tears began to well up in your eyes but you didn't want to cry in front of him, he would think you were upset but you weren't. You were pissed off. 

"Babe. I'm sorry, okay? I'll make it up to you." He soothed as he reached out to take your hand in his, dragging you onto the bed beside him as he wouldn't take no for an answer. 

"I'll cancel my weekend plans, we'll spend the weekend together. Just the two of us," He promised as he kissed the top of your head over and over again.

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[softjakehoon]

My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff 

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

[beomglocks]

better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.