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unfixablebabyyy · 1 month ago

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oml it took me so so long to finish this bc i basically had to rewrite every other sentence to make it work it was a struggle from start to finish so imma just post it so i can move on and stop rereading it 4000 times 😭

love u all sm ty for all the support i've been getting ❤️ hope u like it- just more of dennis being cringey and insane bc that's how we like him

tw: cnc, manipulation??? idk i mean i feel like this man comes w his own warnings so reader discretion

18+ minors DNI

1:00 AM on a Saturday.

I can feel the smirk on my face slip as I realize that what I just said to you isn't exactly landing like I thought it would. You frown and grab for your keys as my alcohol-soaked brain scrambles to salvage this.

"Hold on," but it's too late, you're already halfway out the door and there's a loud bang and I'm alone in the bar. The panic is paralyzing- I know I should run after you, apologize, perform some romantic gesture to reassure you that I'm just another dumb guy who says stupid shit so you'll forgive me for whatever the hell that was. Instead I stand there like an idiot, ten seconds away from ripping my hair out. It's too quiet and I'm so overwhelmed and there's still beer in my bottle that splashes out as I hurl it at the wall and it explodes into glass shrapnel.

"FUCK!"

If I could crawl out of my skin I would. I really feel like I'm going to have a heart attack but I'm sure as hell not lucky enough to drop dead right now. Why the fuck did I say that? I act so fucking weird around you- anyone else and I would be able to keep it together but you make me so nervous and sick it's pathetic. I clench my fists as my vision tunnels and I think I might be hyperventilating so I try to take a deep breath. And then I try again. And again. And then I snatch a bottle of whisky off of the bar and pour a hefty shot and slam it back. And then I do it again. And again. And my head is swimming. The shot glass hits the wall, too. I groan and run my fingers through my hair and think about how cooked I am. I'm going to fuck this up. Maybe I already have.

After a few minutes and a few more shots, I pull out my phone with shaky hands. It rings twice before sending me to your voicemail. So I call again. /Pick up/. Voicemail. Four rings. Voicemail. One ring. Voicemail. Voicemail. What the fuck? I slam my phone down on the counter and pull out the pack of Reds Charlie thinks he's hidden beneath the bar. I tap the pack hard against my palm, flip open the lid, and yank out a cigarette. My fingers fumble for the lighter he usually keeps next to the pack, and when they finally close around it, I bring it to my face- cigarette already between my lips- and strike the wheel. I take a long, hard, angry pull that puffs out almost a millisecond later. Another hard pull that burns my throat and lungs. Another. I almost cough and I'm so light headed I have to lean on the bar. I take a deep breath, put the cigarette to my lips, slowly breathe in, and close my eyes. I let the smoke roll in my lungs for a moment before releasing it through my nose. And I begin to think as I smoke.

You're probably just being a bitch, but what if your phone is dead? What if you're driving home and your phone just died and you can't find parking close enough to your apartment so you have to park a block away? I check my watch. What if some creep sees you and decides to follow you home? What if he puts his hands all over what's mine? What if he takes you away from me? The world is a dangerous place for a dumb little bunny like you, and the way you look tonight is just asking for it.

I'm out the door, in my car, and down the street so fast I remember to lock the bar three blocks away, and by then I'm already pushing 50mph so I don't turn around. I hope I put out my cigarette. Just a few more blocks and I'm at your place. I fly through stop signs- honestly, I barely see them. It starts to rain and I huff as I flip on the windshield wipers because I know it's going to fuck up my hair. Phil Collins pleads for one more night on the stereo. I'm not sure how I'm going to fix this. I hate myself. I don't know what I'll do if you leave me. I almost imagine you with someone else again, but even the suggestion makes me ill. That can't happen.

My recklessness has earned me five minutes off of the regular time it takes to get to your place, and when I roll up, I see your car right out front. Thank god. I park next to it, blocking the lane, but it's so late, no one is out. I throw on my hazards and jump out onto the sidewalk, where I make it to your door in a few long strides. I ring the buzzer about 50 times, and despite seeing the light on in your window, you don't answer, so I call your name. Nothing. Fine. Be that way. I head back to the Range, slamming the door too hard when I climb in. I roll down all of the windows- despite worrying about the interior in this shitty weather- and turn the volume on the radio all the way up. I have to take a breath and remind myself not to be too obnoxious, you wouldn't like that. So I pick a Donna Lewis CD and skip to "I Love You Always Forever". Perfect. The music echoes awkwardly down the empty street, haunting and ethereal mixed with the patter of the rain. A few dark windows here and there are suddenly illuminated, but no one comes to look. Including you. A dog barks in the unit below you, someone shouts. A window flies open and a disembodied voice yells, "Turn that shit off!" Uh oh, your neighbors aren't too happy, better come down and stop me before I embarrass you.

As the song picks up, more lights come on, and I'm not about to throw rocks at your window like a teenager so I call, "Hey, uh, I don't mean to be an asshole but it's fucking freezing out here, sweetheart."

And that's when I see your beautiful face appear in the window, softly lit by the warmth of your lamp. You look like an angel. The window is thrown open and you lean out.

"Are you fucking crazy? Turn that down," maybe a little. Crazy about you.

"I'm- I fucked up," goddamnit I drank way too much. If I was twenty years younger it might be cute, but I'm not sure this looks so good at my age. I turn the music down and you roll your eyes.

"You're fucked up or you fucked up?" You raise an eyebrow and something's got my tongue.

"Yeah."

"And you drove here like a lunatic. In the rain." Yes! See how much I care?

"I was worried about you."

"Oh, jeez thanks," you're so cute when you're mad, arms crossed over your chest, all huffy and defiant. I really didn't think you had it in you to act like such a brat, but I have to say, I like the idea of a challenge.

"You're welcome," I know that's going to make you angrier, but I chase it with a smile and you look away because it gives you butterflies.

"Call a cab, Dennis," you spit back.

"I'll call you a cab if it'll get you cunts to shut the fuck up!" a neighbor cuts in from somewhere above you, and I can see your skin flush all the way from here.

You sigh, "... I'll buzz you in," you whisper-shout, and then you're gone. God I love the people of this city. I turn the car into an alley and shut off the engine and pray I don't get towed as I jog up the sidewalk. A few seconds later, the old metal gate at your front door buzzes with the loud, low hum of outdated technology and the lock pops out of place. It takes me less than a minute to race up the stairs and down the hall to your door. I don't even have to knock- when you hear me panting down the hall, you open up and I'm met with a warm burst of pleasant smelling air as I stand before you.

"Hey."

"Hey," you look me up and down and I'm beginning to worry that you're actually going to send me home.

"I'm not that drunk," I wish I sounded convincing.

"Uh-huh," you step aside and wave a hand, "Whatever, come in, just take your shoes off."

I do as I'm told and close the door behind me and you walk over to the couch so you don't see me flip the lock, just in case. I can't believe you let me into your apartment. Just like that. I've never been in here with your consent. It smells so overwhelmingly like you when you're here in it with me. It was warm before- all those times I broke in- I mean popped in- to do my research- but your presence in it makes it feel like home. I could die here.

"Ok, give me your keys," you hold out your palm as I come over to sit next to you and I pull them out of my jacket pocket and they're in your little hand. I wish I could kiss you. I know you don't want to kiss me right now, which is fair, but I don't care. I want to wrap my arms around you and pin you to the cushions and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until you realize that you do want it- want me. You just look good enough to eat, so cute and comfortable in your domain. So vulnerable. I wish you would walk around my apartment in your panties. And you're definitely not wearing a bra under that...

"Is that my shirt?" It is. Without a doubt. You flush. The buttons are undone just above your cleavage and the skin there is rosy, too. And your nipples-

"Uh yeah, sorry. You can have it back, I'll wash it." Don't you dare. I scoot a little closer and take the bottom hem between my fingers, toying with the fabric.

"No, you look too cute in it," my heart jumps into my throat when you smile a little. "Look," it takes all of my restraint not to force you down and take your forgiveness, "Things got outta hand and..." I'm not good at this.

"Yeah... what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, I-... I've just had a lot on my mind." I can tell you're not buying it.

"Right," you pull back a little and the shirt slips from my grasp.

I cringe.

"I'm- listen, I barely remember what I said but I whatever it was, I didn't mean it."

"Right," god you're stubborn. I have to do something to disarm you, so I scoot even closer and invade your space and now we're so close our thighs are touching.

"Why don't we start over?" I ask, reaching up to cup your cheek, but you hesitate.

"Depends," you push my chest gently, but I don't budge- I don't even drop my hand- I won't let you do that to us.

"On what?" I'll play, whatever you want princess.

"Are you gonna apologize?" Except that. Not fair.

"I just did," I smile, but you shake your head and my hand falls to your lap.

"No, for real," you try to scoot back, but I snake my arm behind your back to hold you in place. Fuck, I hate this game. I really really hate this game.

"Fine," so you'll feel better, "I'm sorry you misunderstood my words."

You just roll your eyes and I knew I wasn't getting off that easy but I had to try because did I mention how much I fucking hate this game?

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry..." you're really backing me into a corner here. The longer I pause the more impatient you seem to be getting so I just suck it up and the words come out, "that I acted so..." Stop looking at me like that, "Look, I don't usually do this."

"Do what?"

I gesture between us, "This."

You raise an eyebrow, and when I don't immediately elaborate, you move to stand, and I grab your arm a little too quickly and rough and for a tiny fraction of a millisecond I see fear flicker in your eyes so now I have to cave.

"Feelings. I don't- they don't exactly come easily to me. Can we just fucking start over please?" I feel so exposed. You grin.

"Fine," you concede, and I sigh because the relief is overwhelming. It's all the consent I need. It makes you gasp how hard and fast I grab you.

"Oh, thank god," I'm not sure if I say that out loud or not. Sorry, I've simply lost my patience. I use my body to tip you back onto the seat of the couch and climb on top of you, pinning you down like I've been wanting to all night. Your body feels so good in my hands. You giggle a little and try to squirm away because you think this is part of the game, which is for the best, I can't have you knowing how close I am to traumatizing you every time I touch you.

"You gonna let me make it up to you, baby girl?" I don't wait for an answer, too caught up in the feeling of your throat against my mouth. Not that it even matters. Even if you said no, it wouldn't stop me from duct taping you to this couch. I've been dying to use that tight cunt all night- in fact, this is the longest I've gone with anyone without sealing the deal- and you've given me all the consent I need to not completely ruin your faith in me. I have to admit, though, it's getting harder and harder to care. All this foreplay- all hands and mouths and light touches over our clothes for weeks has driven me to the edge and if I don't fuck you soon I might commit a felony.

You moan a little when I slip my hand up your shirt (my shirt) and grope your bare breasts, and when I tug on one of your nipples, you yelp and try to wiggle away, but I've got you. I slide my knee between your thighs and you grind against me like a good girl, panties already wet. You'll let me do anything to you- even when I make you cry, you still let me violate you. I don't know if that makes you stupid or a whore or the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You drape your arms around me and your fingers curl around the back of my shirt. The feeling of your nails raking against my skin as you pull my shirt off only adds to my desperation, and when I rip off your panties and shove two fingers into your little hole, you cry out from the pain, so I slap my hand over your mouth and for a moment I feel like I've gone too far, but then your eyelids flutter. I take a breath, try to steady myself, but you feel so good wrapped about my fingers. I want to be inside of you- all of you. I want to taste your breath and hear your thoughts and feel your heartbeat with mine.

I should be gentle- I did just make you mad enough to ghost me- but I can't help myself. I just want to tie you up and cum to the smell of your fear as I bruise your cervix. You whimper as I curl my fingers against your walls and drag them out of you. When I slide them back in slowly, you're practically gushing. I take my other hand off of your mouth and you let out a soft breath that makes me shove my thumb between your lips, hooking it and holding you by the cheek.

"I oughtta slap this pretty face raw for ignoring my calls," I coo and you clench around my fingers and I can't help but smirk a little because you're just so pathetic it's adorable. I lean down close, releasing your cheek to press the pad of my thumb against your tongue, "Whadda ya think, princess?" I purr nice and low, and you close your eyes and moan as you suck on my thumb which makes a cute little pop as it's pulled from your mouth, followed sharply by the crack of my hand against your face. Your eyes go wide- and I'll admit, I didn't mean to hit you so hard- but your cunt pulses as my fingers continue to move in and out of you.

Your cheek is bright red, and when I hit you again, your eyes begin to water and you let out a sob. It feels so good to be in control again. Your hips buck into the palm of my hand, forcing my fingers deeper and you sob again. Your chest is rising and falling like a trapped animal's, and I imagine the heart pumping inside is just as hot and soft and slippery as this pussy but I have to stop thinking like that so I lean down and kiss you hard. You shove your tongue into my mouth which was a mistake because I instinctively bite down hard enough to taste the sweet, metallic tang of your blood, but you don't pull away, you just moan into my mouth. I think I moan into yours, too, but I'm too busy coming down from the head rush of you bleeding against my teeth. It scares me how much I like hurting you. Something deep inside of me stirs. I try to ignore it.

Your fingers are tugging down on the waistband of my jeans and when I realize what you're doing, I sit up and use my free hand to finish taking them off, along with my boxers. The whole time, you're watching the fingers I have still pushed inside of you- three now- your lip between your teeth.

"You like that?" it takes your foggy little brain a moment to hear my words, and when it does, all you can do is look up at me and nod. You gasp as I pull my fingers out of you, but I have your attention again the moment I say, "Then taste."

I bring my hand up to your face and you open wide like a good little girl, taking my cunt-drenched fingers into your mouth. Your eyelashes flutter as you taste yourself. I push my fingers in further and further and further until your wiggling uncomfortably against the cushions, gagging on me. I take the opportunity to line myself up against your hole, and when you feel the head of my cock slowly begin to plug it, your eyes roll back and you moan against my fingers.

"Good girl," I whisper and grunt as I bottom out, my tip brushing your cervix. You feel so good wrapped around me it takes my breath away. You're so warm and soft and so so tight since I didn't give you any time to adjust. I take my fingers from your mouth and you suck in the sweet air I'd been depriving you of.

But your reprieve is short lived and the first few hard thrusts of my hips against yours have you gasping, face twisted in pain as I brutally fuck you. Your back arches up from the cushions, and I wrap my arm around your waist for more leverage as I pound into you. Your fingernails undoubtedly leave deep red lines on my skin as they rake across my back and down my arms and I shiver so hard I lose my pace. You wrap your legs around my waist and just as I'm bringing my hips back to meet yours, you grind into me and it makes my arms weak and I groan into your neck. You smell like your soap and alcohol and perfume and me. You haven't washed this shirt since you wore it home.

I slam my hips into you and you let out the sweetest sound- like a fawn caught in the jaws of a wolf. You're driving me crazy with how quickly you went from a raging cunt to this pitiful, wet little mess, all because I refused to let you behave like a brat. Because you're mine. Allowing me into your space, wearing my shirt, being so ready and willing to take me after I tore you apart. You pretend to be independent but the fact is you just want to be owned.

"I swear to god if you ever walk away from me again, I'll put a fucking leash on you," I hiss into your ear and you whine, "Say, 'Yes Daddy.'"

"Yes Daddy," there isn't even a hint of hesitation. You're so desperate to please me. You whimper as I graze my teeth along your neck and it's so pathetic I almost cum inside of you- I would if I didn't think it would get me into trouble. I'm not wearing a condom. I rut into you and I'm beginning to slip and I just can't get deep enough inside of you. It's throwing me into a sort of frenzy and I can't stop, even when you scrunch up that pretty little face and your breath hitches and you try to readjust. I'm so much stronger than you, and it's just so easy to pin you down and carve into you.

"Shhh, I know baby, I need it," the words tumble from my lips- fast and breathy- out of my control as my brain begins to melt and I feel my orgasm building in my base, "My sweet girl. I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you."

A tear squeezes out of your clenched eyes and rolls down your face and I can't stop myself from licking it off of your temple just to taste what's inside of you again. Your eyelids flutter and I can see your eyes rolled back in that pretty skull. I wish I could see your brain- know what you're thinking- live inside of you- control you.

You inhale sharply as your body tenses up and I swear I can feel your walls clench around me and suddenly you're so much wetter and I remember the taste of your blood in my mouth and- thank god- I pull out and cum against your asshole and you're sucking in air and your cheeks are so pink and I can barely breathe and when you open your eyes and look at me I feel dizzy because you're not scared or angry or hurt that it was the first time we had sex and I lost control... You're smiling at me.

You hum and tilt your head back as I stand from the couch, reach for my boxers that landed on the coffee table, and pull them on. You drape a leg over the side of the couch and I can't take my eyes off of the mess I've made between your thighs and I'm overcome by the urge to push it all inside of you- to bury my cum-covered fingers so deep into you that I knock you up anyway and then you can't leave me. Ever. A judge would make sure of that.

Instead, I make my way to your bathroom for a clean towel that I make warm with water from the faucet. I catch my reflection in the mirror as I wring out the towel and I hate the way I can see every single pore in the fluorescent light. I make a note to come back at some point when you're away to change the bulb.

#dennis x reader #dennis reynolds #it's always sunny in philadelphia #my writing

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neoninglitchen · 2 months ago

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0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

no clue what this is but y'know i'll answer it either way!

0. like 5'6 or 5'7

not revealing, skibidi just a minor

no clue at all

no, i once mistook cigarettes as breadsticks once tho

nope

only my prescribed ones

any older age than my own

nuh uh (did anyone else do sand tattoos?)

hm not sure about that

no as well

not really im scared of getting one

all of them

MARRIED!!!

vro what is this freaky ahh question like nothing omg 💀

im trying this like it's an ick question so mine is just when my dad chews he is the loudest muncher ever can someone like quiet him done like grrrrr

HOODWINKED THE FIRST ONE, THE SECOND ONE SUCKS

I'll love you if you just speak to me, im a simple man

my grandpa's

not sharing that lmaoooo

idk i have one?

everything

artist but like the ai might take that, therapist but the ai might take that, so biologist it is probably

average sibling relationship!!! but no we dont call each other sis and bro

sigma

idk??

so many....

my wife 😻

uh shhhh

didn't want to hurt them so a white lie i guess

starting it and how it takes my time up and just everything about it

'ADO WORLD TOUR I SAW IT ON A POSTER'... guys i might wanna see ado live or something idk chat

most words

dont know

when they are my wife 😻

something

ocean

many of them

zookeeper

STRAWBERRY RAAAAAAAAAH

literally any other person honestly

ocean

i forgor

my wife 😻

no broken bones waow

just did my questionnare so cool amazing

#neonspeaksmarts #tw suggestive #answered asks #questions #usdeyuhwkfsdaksuijwdhsk3ehjlrkdsjife

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celestialnxva · 3 years ago

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In Another Life

Stephen Strange x Reader: Chapter 1

( Strange Supreme from What If…? )

series masterlist. | part 2.

Summary: When all is said and done, you couldn’t help but feel pity for the man who lost it all. Despite the risks, what shall you do with the growing desire to stay in a universe you don’t belong in?

Warnings: Spoilers for MoM and What If…? 18+ themes. Angst, hurt/comfort, slight manipulation, general trigger warning for evil strange. General gore and violence. Kinda cheating? Idk if loving another Stephen is considered cheating but it’ll be a warning just in case.

A/n: the setting of this universe is sinister strange’s, but I like writing the complicated character arc of Strange Supreme. Considering that the two are very similar and sinister strange probably being inspired by the what if strange, I decided to just combine the two.

When you were practically sucked into another universe with your Stephen in tow, you were not expecting to be greeted with the sound of complete silence.

“Ugh,” the deep voice behind you groaned out as you helped him up from such a compromising position. With a grunt of gratitude, he walked past you to prepare himself for the uncertainty that lay ahead. It wasn’t until he stepped out of the alleyway you both were in to take in the horrific sight.

“Oh God,” you breathed out. “What the hell happened here?” From where you both were, you saw strings of black goo that used to be abandoned cars and bridges floating up in the air. It was almost as if this universe was slowly decaying, as there was no sign of life in this universe. Your Stephen sucked in a deep breath, doing his best to steady his racing, anxious mind from all the possible dangers this universe could present to you both. Contrary to his confidence before this current predicament, the man had been through too much these past few hours. These events caused him to reconsider his arrogant nature. He pushed away all his intrusive thoughts and took your hand.

“Come, (y/n). We must find another me so we can get out of here right away,” he said sternly. All you could do was nod in your stunned state, walking slightly behind your companion. You continued to look around at the depressing atmosphere when a thought came to your mind slowly; one that filled you with dread and fear for your partner.

“Stephen?” You started and then hesitated to continue. “Hm?” He replied absentmindedly. He was more focused on the task at hand, which you couldn’t blame him for. Summoning up the courage you needed for this conversation, you squeezed his hand. “I have a feeling that this…other you had something to do with the state of this world.”

Eyes widening from your accusation, he stopped and turned to look at you. “How on earth did you come up with that conclusion?” He asked incredulously. You winced at his tone, but you chose to go on. He needed this wake up call, you justified to yourself. You let go of his shaking hand and looked him directly into his eyes. Rarely were you ever this serious, which only brought him more dread at the conversation he was about to have.

“Stephen, if I’ve learned something from this entire experience, it’s that this could be something you have to learn about yourself. From what you told me about the counsel people—“ “The Illuminati,” he corrected quickly. You narrowed your eyes. “The Illuminati… said that you’re a danger to the multiverse.” You paused to look around. “If I’m honest, I don’t really know anyone who could pull off this kind of magic except for you, Stephen.” Finally, you took his hands into your own once more. “I’m not really sure if it’s a good idea to seek out this Stephen. If he’s capable of doing this, then what else is he capable of?”

He had to admit to himself that you had a point. You always did. It’s what he adored about you. You were always so analytical and intuitive. Even at the cost of his typical self-esteem and morality, he nodded hesitantly at your statement and turned back towards the direction of the Sanctum. “As much as I wish to agree with you, we have no way back to our universe. We need to find a way out.” He turned back to look at you, and the softness in his eyes returned as he stared at your lovely face. With one hand reaching out to you, he leaned in to kiss your forehead in his moment of vulnerability.

“I don’t want you to get hurt in this universe for my mistakes, (y/n). I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something happen to you.” He must have noticed your fear of him and the Stephen of his universe. But he was determined to not only fix the damage that he has caused, but protect you from his own self. If that was his intention, you allowed yourself to kiss his gloved hand, returning his rare affection. It was a silent gesture of your solidarity and faith in him. He was your partner, after all. You promised him that only death could part the two of you in this lifetime. A small smile formed on his lips and you looked up with newfound confidence.

“Alright. Let’s go home.”

———

You’ve finally found this universe’s Sanctum and you can’t say that you were surprised at the state it was in. Decaying and devoid of life, the scene in front of you was quite intimidating, to say the least. You knew Stephen felt your hesitation as he leaned onto your side to kiss the top of your head once more. You must admit, despite his actions being foreign to his personality, you liked the protectiveness he had over you at this very moment. You could probably deduce that he does it because he is afraid of his own self too.

Still, he walked up to the large doors, pushing them open to reveal a long flight of stairs on top of an endless sea within the Sanctum’s walls. The door shut behind you suddenly, causing you to jump. Chuckling at your antics, Stephen wrapped his arm around your waist and proceeded to lead you up the stairs and towards the top.

Finally, you both stepped into the room. You were a little bit weary from going up the long flight of stairs, but your guard was still up. Stephen went ahead of you to call out to the room. “Hello?” He asked out loud. You looked behind you, making sure nobody snuck up behind you both. He continued. “I’m here because we need your help getting back to our universe.”

There was a brief silence that filled the room until cautious footsteps made their way down the stairs. You couldn’t even see the mysterious man yet, but by making out the scars on his hand, you knew it was the other Stephen. The grip on your sling ring tightened in your hand as he stepped down.

“Who are you?” He asked, exhaustion and sadness seeping into his tone. From his voice, you could already tell that he had been traumatized from the state of his universe, regardless of whether or not he caused it. You tuned out as the two engaged in conversation as your mind wandered to possible reasons as to how this Strange got into this predicament, but your thoughts were abruptly stopped when you heard the sound of your Stephen’s disks appearing in defense. Despite your surprise, you steadied yourself, taking out your sword with the help of your sling ring. When you looked back at the other Stephen, you gasped in horror as you saw a third eye on his forehead. Not only that, but some of his body parts sprouted out wings and tentacles that surrounded his body in defense. A wicked smile you’ve never seen before spread on his face.

What the hell happened to him?

He was the first to act, tentacles reaching out towards your Stephen. He quickly blocked them with his shield before throwing his disks back at the other. His attempts were pathetically cast aside by that creature, opting instead to open his mouth towards his counterpart with powerful beams shooting out. Your Stephen was unable to dodge this attack, his body floating upwards. From where you were, you watched the love of your life have his powers and soul sucked out of him. There was no time to act, vengeance and red hot anger flashing in your eyes. Your attacks were a surprise to the other, knocked back by your sword’s slices across his body. He yelled out in pain, reaching out blindly to wrap his arms around your neck. His efforts were in vain, your own magic protecting your neck from the pressure of his glowing fists with magical symbols. His hand quickly released your neck as the magic proceeded to burn and melt his hand entirely. You didn’t need to read the darkhold for you to practice dark magic. Your Stephen was still trying to recover as you pointed your golden sword at the other Strange’s neck. He was about to attack you once more out of stubbornness when his dark eyes finally looked up at you. Suddenly, all evil intentions seemed to dissipate. Confusion was clear on your face as he stopped paying attention to his melting hand. It looked like he saw you as a ghost. And his next words proved that to be true.

“(Y/n)? Y-You’re… alive…?” He whispered out with vulnerability and tenderness. You recognized that tone, a tone your Stephen reserved only for you. As you came to the conclusion of his confusing action, your eyes widened in shock.

He loved you in this universe. And from what you could tell, he probably destroyed his universe to save you.

You stuttered out a shaky breath at your conclusion. Removing the curse and symbols from your neck and his hand, you stumbled back against the pillar. He gasped in relief as his hand grew back from its previous torment. You couldn’t believe it. This Stephen was evil, but only because he wanted to save you.

Getting up from his weakened state, your Stephen tried to make his way towards you, worry clear all over his face once he saw the state that you were in. Sensing his movement, the other Strange knocked him back against the wall while his eyes fixated on you. You were mesmerized by his gaze, shocked at how intense he looked at you. It was filled with wild love, almost obsession over the fact that you were alive. You didn’t really like this look. This wasn’t the type of love that gave you butterflies when your Stephen looked at you. No… this was terrifying and unsettling. Still, perhaps you could use this opportunity to get what you both wanted. It hurt to think about, but you could use his love for you as a way for you and Stephen to get home.

While your Stephen was once again knocked unconscious, you gulped and stepped forward, cupping his cheek with your soft hand. You weren’t expecting him to let out a choked sob as his scarred hand reached up to shakily press your hand against his bony cheek. Even though it was scary, you needed to be strong. This was Stephen Strange, the love of your life. Even if he was terrifying, you reminded yourself that there was always something to love about each Stephen. For this one, it was the way he treated you with such care and gentleness. The way he looked at you as if you were the only person that ever mattered to him. He only confirmed what you now know. Stephen Strange loves you in every universe.

“Stephen,” you breathed out, slowly kneeling down to his level. He flinched a bit at the movement, but he saw you meant no harm and swiftly pulled you close. Feeling guilty that your heart beat faster while close to his body and his lips, you lowered your gaze. Stephen wouldn’t allow that. “Look at me,” he murmured against your ear, causing your chest to heave faster. Timidly, you looked up at him, feeling the full force of sensual tension that lit your body, mind and soul on fire. He stared at you for a moment before he gently traced your jawline with his thumb. He took a deep breath against your cheek and neck as the other hand on top of your own against his cheek moved down to clasp your wrist. At this moment, you couldn’t concentrate on your Stephen anymore, unable to resist the charm you always fell in love with.

(Y/n)…” he breathed against your neck, causing you to shake against his hold. You couldn’t take it. It was too much for you to handle and you needed to snap out of it. Moving your other hand up to lightly pull his hair to face you again, you leaned in subconsciously, your lips barely touching his. You tried your best to ignore your heart pounding in your ears as you spoke with the same gentleness he gave you.

“Stephen, please. I… If you love me, please help me find a way back home,” you drawled out reluctantly. Was it wrong that doubt crossed your mind on wanting to leave this Stephen behind? It wasn’t long before the man in your arms slightly let go of his embrace. You felt bad for him. You knew he wanted you to stay, but didn’t know what else you could do to convince him to help. Luckily for you, he made that decision for you.

“I will help you, but it comes with a price,” he spoke solemnly before looking into your eyes. You nodded, moving closer to him so you could give him all your attention. He saw this and took your hand to kiss the palm of it for a moment. When he looked at you, you waited nervously for him to finish his words.

“Your Stephen can go home right away, but you have to spend a few days with me here before you can go too. You must also promise me that when you go home, you will visit me often. Understood?”

Even though his voice was gentle, you could practically feel the threatening power he held behind his request. It was a type of wrath you did not want to face. Swallowing a lump forming in your throat, you nodded right as your Stephen woke up.

“Understood.”

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A/n: I will be posting the next chapter by tomorrow. It’ll be a short series but I might extend it to have more chapters in the future, depending on whether or not people will see this and like it. :)

#stephen strange x reader #marvel #what if #dr strange #dr strange x reader #sinister strange x reader #sinister strange #multiverse of madness #fanfic #strange supreme #strange supreme x reader #stephen strange

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cloudykyu · 3 years ago

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⊹ it was as if the universe was trying to make a fool of you, your lack of a soulmate mark proves that. you were the person people spent time with before they found their actual soulmate, leaving you alone to mend the heartbreak yourself each time. and for a while, you were content with being just a filler, not knowing what else you could be in this kind of world. but when someone else comes along and changes your outlook on love and life, you desperately crave to realign your own stars.

pairing: tbz hyunjae x gn reader, appearance by nct jaehyun, tbz younghoon and jacob genre: not your typical soulmate au, college au, slice of life, lots of angst sprinkled in, smidges of fluff, strangers to friends to idiots to lovers, slow burn? idk word count: 17.5k warnings: swearing, repeated heartbreak, mental health, a heated make out scene, feeling in and out of place, half proof-read, time skips with rough transitions... bear with me, i ask readers to listen to keshi towards the end to make it more !real!

mani’s notes: full length fic for this timestamp. I've been sitting on this for months now, pls just take her from me. I'm sorry if it didn't live up to your expectations >.< feedback appreciated!

most people are born with their soulmate marks, being tied to someone else from the very beginning and others have theirs appear overtime. it’s said that universe wasn’t sure who those individuals should be tied to but as they make their way through life, they set their own course for them to make their way to their other halves.

in a world where everyone is connected to someone through a single mark, you stood apart from the rest. you were the very, very few whose skin remains free of any mark. growing up, your friends and family thought that you were a part of the group who had to decide their own destiny. but when you turned 18, that’s when the strange glances and pitied looks started to be thrown your way. whoever was in charge of this soulmate thing, created this unwritten rule that if you didn’t receive a mark by the time you turned 18 then you were never going to get one.

you were meant for no one.

now a few years later, in your college years, you still didn’t bear a mark. at first, it was hard to accept and you were absolutely devastated that you didn’t have someone out there to look forward to enjoying life with. but you figured life was way too short to be sulking, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

despite the whole soulmate bond system, people still dated around in order to fill that universal need for companionship. but it’s almost as if the universe is slapping the hands of those who dabble in ponds they’re not supposed to. relationships that aren’t with one's soulmate never last nor do they happen more than once for the same person. once you started dating someone who wasn’t your soulmate, it’ll last as long as it was meant to before one will meet the actual person they’re supposed to be with. some were lucky, never needing to give themselves to anyone one else and finding their soulmates quickly. it was cruel to have someone spend a number of years with another they know they’re not supposed to be with, but it was life.

people still dated you, but the lack of ink on your body just made you ‘free game’ as sad as it to say. some relationships lasted months and some went on for years and those are the ones that hurt the most. just when you were starting to feel like soulmate marks didn’t matter, it would suddenly come crashing down on you.

“don’t you get it, y/n?” the man screams at you. “you are nothing! you don’t even have a soulmate mark, you’re just the pretty face people spend time with before they actually find their real soulmates.”

scoffing, you attempt to hide the hurt you felt in your heart. deep down, you knew he was right but it doesn’t mean it stung any less. especially from someone who you called his for two years until he eventually found the one who shared the same mark as him, leaving you behind like he is now.

you were the person that people spent their time with before finding their actual soulmates. you were the one who never got to meet yours after it ended, repeating this never ending, lonely and burning cycle. you were just a filler to everyone who let you in.

off to the side sat hyunjae, who watched the whole encounter go down from his spot on a table in the campus courtyard. his heart was breaking for a complete stranger and for himself, his own mark missing from his skin. as your now ex-boyfriend walked off, with a “don’t call me anymore”, you were left to put yourself together again. hyunjae stared as you lowered your head, hiding your pain and embarrassment from the students passing by. you were clenching your first trying hard to steady your shaking. his legs suddenly had a mind of its own and he stood up, making his way straight to you.

looking up from your feet after hearing footsteps approach you, you thought your ex had come back to say he was sorry. that he was just playing a really mean joke on you, but you’re surprised when your eyes meet an unfamiliar gaze. hyunjae notices the tears slowly welling up in your eyes, confusion behind the clouds. “don’t listen to him,” he says, gently handing you a packet of tissues he always kept handy. sometimes he has major allergies, sometimes he’s just gotta cry too. “no mark can be a soulmate mark if you allow it.”

“thank you, stranger” you say sniffling, taking a tissue as he smiles kindly at you. “I can’t help but believe him, though. I really am just a stop in the park before they find their soulmates.” you didn’t know why you were saying this to someone you don’t know at all. he probably just felt bad seeing you breakdown in the middle of the courtyard and here you were, oversharing as usual.

“nah, the universe has other plans for you so stop settling as this so called filler” he replies, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder before walking away. “like who even says that? take care of yourself.”

as you watch him leave, you try your best to ignore the burning feeling that was left behind where he touched you.

it was time for you to get your shit together. all your wallowing and moping from the most recent failed relationship had been at the expense of your studies. missing lectures and assignments that greatly impacted your gpa because of a silly boy who threw you away like nothing wasn’t worth it anymore.

this was also a part of the ongoing and vicious cycle. after getting completely heartbroken, that sadness would turn into anger. anger at yourself for being so affected and at the one who left you for having such an effect on you. after a few weeks, you’d quickly bounce back, building up those walls again and move on with your life. as if you were preparing yourself to do it all over again.

sitting in the school library, it was empty aside from the few other students who had the same crazy idea as you. the time read 10:13 pm and you were slowly growing tired, which then escalated into frustration that you were nowhere near done with catching up. your eyes grew bleary at the amount of tiny texts you were reading on your laptop screen as well as from your textbooks. but you couldn’t give up now. just one more chapter at least. as you read and simultaneously listen to your professors recorded lecture, none of your thoughts were coherent because the notes you were writing were absolute nonsense.

omg want chimckem!!!! the brain goes brrr boom thought. professor kim low-key fine. ????? !!!!!! fuzzy sock = carpet for ur feet were some of the notes that littered your notebook page. you didn’t realize what you had wrote until you had finished reading the text and just stared at your handwriting. groaning, you drop your pen and then drop your head onto the desk you were sitting at with a thud! the sudden noise in the quiet space caused a couple students to look up, but quickly returned to their own work once they found the source. it’s no biggie, just another struggling college kid. you softly bang your head against the desk repeatedly, hoping it’ll snap you out of this fatigue instead of damaging more of your braincells.

you’re met with a sudden softness instead of the hard wood of the table, as if a cushion was just placed under your forehead. looking up, you’re met with the same eyes that found yours in the courtyard that day. they’re laced with the same concern from last time, but mixed with amusement at the same time. it might be the lack of sleep, but he’s even more gorgeous than you remembered. his brown hair was brushed to the side, exposing that amazing forehead and his lips just looked so soft.

yup, you were definitely tired.

the stranger had inserted his pack of tissues between the desk and your forehead. “are you good?” he asks, still holding onto the pack. “pretty sure you need those braincells for school.”

“I was fine,” you reply, sitting up fully. “but now I’m just embarrassed that you caught me in another moment of weakness.”

laughing, the beautiful stranger stuffs his tissue back into his backpack that’s hanging off a shoulder. “everyone has those days just as much as they have good ones, if not more. I just happened to see you on two separate occasions where you weren't your best.”

“are you stalking me, stranger?” you peer up at him curiously. “I just have to ask.”

“no, I’m not stalking you” he scoffs, low-key offended. “I don’t even know your name. I just happened to be here studying at the same time as you.” extending out a hand, you introduce yourself. and he takes it, shaking it in a greeting as he says his. “nice to meet you, y/n. you can call me hyunjae instead of stranger.”

“so is hyunjae not your real name?”

“it is my name,” he says blandly.

“but you just said I could call you hyunjae, meaning that’s not your real name” you pester and you giggle as the boy rolls his eyes.

“my name is hyunjae, alright?” he sighs. “geez, I think I liked you better when you were crying.”

taking what he said as a joke, you breathe out a laugh. “we don’t cry anymore. I’m a new person now.” hyunjae makes a face, not quite believing that statement. “if you’ll excuse me, I have to rewrite my notes because my brain suddenly shrunk in the middle of my study session.”

hyunjae reads your notebook that you hold up for him to see. shaking his head slightly with a grin, he takes it out of your grasp and closes it. “I don’t think you need to study anymore. I think you need to go home and sleep.” you let out a quiet whine of protest as hyunjae starts to walk away with your notebook, still making sure to not disturb other students any further than you already have. he looks back at you, using his head to gesture forward as if he was telling you to follow.

you remain in your seat and hyunjae stays where he was. the two of you were having a silent stare-down, challenging one another to give up first. he stood there blinking at you and you let out a huff. you weren’t gonna get your notebook back unless you complied with his wishes so you stand up to pack your belongings and hyunjae fist pumps the air in victory.

making your way out of the library, you trudge behind hyunjae’s long strides until you’re completely outside where you can use your normal voices. “okay, I’m gonna go home and sleep now. can I have my notebook back?”

“nope,” he says, popping the last syllable. he was walking slower now which allowed you to catch up. “which way are you headed?”

“I live at the dorms on campus,” you say suspiciously.

“awesome, me too” he replies, walking in the direction of the dorms. “let’s go.” you don’t follow him and he turns back for the second time that night, waiting for you to get a move on.

“I’m not walking home in the dark with someone I just met” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. your tiredness was turning quickly into crankiness and you were getting impatient with hyunjae.

hyunjae mirrors your pose, hip jutting out as he crosses his arms with your notebook still in hand. “and I’m not walking home in the dark alone when we live in the same place” he retorts. “come on, y/n. just walk with me, you owe me for that tissue, you know.”

“I literally took one tissue from you” you roll your eyes. “and it’s tissue! hyunjae!”

“I promise I’m not gonna try and mug you,” he says, walking to stand beside you. he puts a distance three feet between the two of you and gestures to the space. “I’ll even leave a gap in between if it makes you feel safer.”

you eye him again and he gives you a kind smile, thinking it’ll calm your nerves. it definitely worked, curse that smile, because now you were walking side by side back to the dorms with hyunjae with three feet between you two. it was silent for the first few minutes, neither of you knowing what to say and the need for sleep clouding your minds.

“so how are you holding up?” hyunjae asks, breaking the air around the two of you. “you know, since I last saw you.”

trying to come up with an honest answer, you take a second to respond. you don’t know how you were doing, honestly. you had this habit of blacking out and ignoring anything you felt whenever your relationship(s) ended. “fine I guess,” you settle for. “could be better, could be worse. still no soulmate mark so that’s kind of a bummer.”

“hey,” hyunjae snaps his fingers for emphasis. “what did I tell you? the universe probably just has other plans for you. one day, you’ll meet someone who won’t even care about a matching mark or your lack of one.”

“well they need to hurry up and save me,” you say, a heaviness in your voice. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“no matter what the universe says, I believe that there’s someone out there for everyone” he sighs, a far away look on his face. hyunjae felt like he was reassuring himself, speaking it so it could become true for him. “over seven billion people in the world and you’re telling me that some are just meant to be alone forever? yeah right. fat fucking chance, universe.”

you take in everything he says, each word pulling at your fragile heart. it’s like each sentence he spoke acted as a stitch to weave those broken pieces together, one by one. the dorm buildings come into view, signaling that it was almost time for you two to part ways. you didn’t want it to end just yet. “have you found your soulmate yet?” you ask, looking up at the boys face. street lights illuminate his features, surrounding him in a glow. “you speak about soulmates so positively and I just wanna know if it’s because you found yours yet.”

“nah,” he shakes his head. even though mentioning it might help you, he doesn’t speak about his own missing mark. “but they’ll show themselves to me one day. until then, I'm just waiting without allowing anyone to come in before them.” coming to a stop in front of your building, you start to make your way to the doors.

“are you also in this building?” you ask, pointing a thumb back at the entrance.

hyunjae shakes his head, extending his own arm to point towards the buildings further down. “I’m in that one,” he holds your notebook out for you to take and you gingerly take it from his grasp. “you have a good rest, y/n. I’ll see you around, I have a feeling that I'll definitely run into you again.”

waving, you give the boy a soft smile, tiredness evident on your face and hyunjae feels his heartbeat pick up a tiny bit faster for a second. “thanks for walking me back, hyunjae but not really hyunjae.”

he lets out a laugh, waving back at you as he watches your retreating figure. “no, thank you for walking back with me.”

when you make your way through the doors, hyunjae turns in the opposite direction that he told you he was going, back to his car that was sitting somewhere in the parking lot. truth be told, hyunjae didn’t live on campus. not even close. he just didn’t want you to be walking alone.

it was one of those days for hyunjae.

remember when i said sometimes mans just has to cry? this was one of those moments.

the heavy load of his coursework was finally taking a toll on him and his own friends weren’t available for any pick me ups so he just threw himself into his work. and everyone knows that all work and no play can quickly lean to a burnout, so here he was sat in front of his many textbooks and loose pages of notes scattered around a random table on campus he found. he figured he’d take a break from the dingy library and come outside for some fresh air, hoping the natural light will ease the strain on his eyes. but as he sits and stares at his laptop screen, nothing seems to make the dull pain in the back of his head go away.

hyunjae wanted to scream, cry, throw his laptop and textbooks around but he doesn’t. he spent way too much money on these things to be using them to let his anger out. instead, he lets out a groan and drops his head in his hands. he tugs at his own hair in frustration and as a way to ease the headache he had. it only makes it worse though (duh), and he feels his eyes well up with tears.

refusing to let them fall, he sniffles a few times as he repeats a mantra in his head. I can do this, I can do this. I cannot do this. he stays like that for a while and he silently thanks whoever was listening that he chose a not too busy spot on campus so no one can witness his breakdown.

that is, until you approach the hunched over figure in concern. you were making your way to one of the better vending machines on campus that was tucked away in this corner of the school when you heard sniffling. finding a boy who looked absolutely miserable with his head in his hands, you decided to approach him after buying two snacks.

gently placing a bag of cookies on top of their piling heap of notes, you tap the surface a few times. “hey there,” you say. “cheer up, you got this.” the person snaps their head up and you’re met with a familiar pair of eyes that you just couldn’t seem to escape lately. “hyunjae? are you okay?”

his eyes were red and you could see the faint track of tears that managed to escape down his cheek. embarrassed, he quickly goes to wipe it with a tissue from his pack. “yeah,” he gruffs. “super peachy, don’t worry about me. thanks for the snack though.” he gives you a smile in appreciation, albeit it’s a little strained. as he reaches for the snack, your face morphs in thought. he was obviously not okay and considering the two times he’s saved you from your own moments of weakness, you couldn’t just leave him.

you snatch the bag of cookies out of his hand, just as he’s about to pop one in his mouth and he lets out a whine. “you can’t just give someone a gift and take it back!” he snaps, a little hangry.

“put your stuff away,” you retort, ignoring him. “we’re gonna go and get some real food instead of vending machine cookies.”

hyunjae eyes you and then the bag of cookies, and then back to you. “no” he states. “do you not see the massive pile of agony I have to get through?” as he gestures to his study materials, you roll your eyes and take a step closer. when you’re right next to him, you grab his laptop and shut it closed, tucking it under your arm.

“can’t exactly do work without your laptop, can you?” you chide, a small smile on your face. “now let’s go! I could really go for some tacos.”

sighing, hyunjae begrudgingly packs up his belongings. this was definitely payback for what he did to you in the library, but he didn’t have the energy to fight with you any further. you walk ahead of him with a pep in your step at the thought of food and hyunjae feels a small smile grace his face as he catches up to you. “thanks by the way,” he says quietly. “I think I was about to lose my mind back there.”

“of course!” you cheer, smiling up at the boy. “you seemed to pop up when I needed it so it’s my turn to save you now.”

hyunjae felt significantly less stressed as he watched you shove a taco in your mouth. “we’re not settling for the likes of taco bell,” you said during the car ride. “we’re gonna get the real deal because we deserve better.”

so here the two of you were, sitting in the taco joint that was a few miles away from campus. he felt his mood lift up as he finally filled his stomach with something that wasn’t instant or bought from a vending machine and as you chatted away about your day. he didn’t mind though, silently listening to everything you had to say and chiming in here and there through a mouthful of food.

“and then!” you go on. “I saw my ex today, remember the one you saw breakup with me? I still can’t believe that, anyways. I saw him for the first time since that day with his soulmate and it surprisingly didn't hurt? even if he gave me a nasty ass wink when he saw me looking at them, I didn’t feel anything when I looked at them.”

hyunjae hums in thought, deciding to actually participate in this part of the conversation. “would you say it’s like acceptance?” he asks. “like even if he hurt you, you knew you weren’t meant to be together anyway.”

“oh, I knew that from the beginning” you reply, taking a sip of your drink. “I can never not think about that you know? it’s always there in the back of my mind no matter who I’m with.”

“then why do you keep doing it?” hyunjae leans forward, waiting for your answer. he’s been wanting to ask since he officially introduced himself to you.

you think for a moment, not expecting the question. no one has ever asked you why you do the things you do. they never cared enough. “I think...” you start off, trying to find the right words. “I think because I was born without a mark, I don’t want anyone or anything to limit me to who I can and cannot love. the people I date just so happen to have some sort of feelings for me, even if we both know it’s not written in the stars.” you pause, reading the look on hyunjae’s face. it’s hard to tell if he’s pitying you or just taking it all in. “the universe and everyone else seems to forget that I’m still human. I still crave all aspects of a relationship even if no one is meant to fill that role.”

hyunjae says nothing, too shocked to do so. the universe was cruel, he realized that himself, but never did he feel the need of being wanted by someone like you have. and he can’t believe that you were willing to break your heart over and over again just to get it. just to feel some sort of affection from people who were never meant to be yours.

“get that sad look off your face,” you say with a small smile, patting his hand that was outstretched on the table. “it’s fine, like you said there’s someone out there for everyone.”

hyunjae doesn’t see you for nearly a month after that. as he aimlessly made his way around campus, he’d mindlessly search for your face amongst the sea of students. when he was leaving the library after a late night study session, he’d walk slowly back to his car, hoping to cross your path and offer you another walk home. he lived everyday since then looking forward to an encounter with you, but his hopes were quickly crushed when you were nowhere to be found.

he hopes you were okay. he hopes you were happy with where you are right now. it’s crazy how he wishes nothing but love and acceptance for a stranger but he couldn’t help himself. hyunjae saw so much of himself in you with the way you fret over your missing mark. he remembers his own turmoil when he turned 18 and nothing bloomed on his skin to signify that he had a other half out there.

wherever you were, whatever you were doing, he asks whoever was listening to give you peace.

laying in his bed, he was about to call it a night when his phone pinged with a text.

unknown: hey hyunjae unknown: it’s y/n, I hope it’s not weird I found your number through the schools student listing lmao

it was as if you knew he was thinking about you, presenting yourself in front of him to answer all the questions he’s been wondering about. with an unknown giddiness, he types a reply back.

hyunjae: kinda weird, but its cool. who’s the stalker now :p y/n: I had no idea where to find you so I had to go to extreme measures ok don’t judge hyunjae: yeah sure, just say you miss me and go hyunjae: what’s up tho?

the boy nervously waits for a reply, watching the three dots to indicate that you were typing disappear and reappear for a good minute.

y/n: I have an extra ticket to an art exhibit that the museum is hosting... was wondering if you’d like to come with? hyunjae: with you? ofc

standing outside of the museum, you nervously wait for hyunjae to arrive. your two friends, jacob and younghoon, curiously watched you pace back and forth.

“calm down y/n,” younghoon tsks. “you’re gonna blow away all the art if you don't stop pacing.”

“sorry,” you squeak. “I'm just a little angsty right now.” your friends didn’t understand why. just last night, you were excited to see this special exhibit with someone you recently became acquainted with. “I didn’t exactly tell him what kind of night this was gonna be.”

when texting the details to hyunjae, you may have purposely left out that it was a soulmate/couples thing. the exhibit’s theme was ‘half of a whole’ and the pieces highlighted the fact that people had a part of themselves out there, whether they knew it or not. you were really trying to look at your own soulmate situation in a new light thanks to the pieces of advice that hyunjae had given to you. slowly, you were trying to convince yourself that someone was out there waiting for you.

you invited hyunjae as a thank you for being there during your weakest moments to bring you back up. and for paying for your tacos that one time. and also because you didn’t want to third wheel jacob and younghoon. mainly because you don’t want to third wheel jacob and younghoon and you were really hoping that he wouldn’t be weirded out by the whole thing or think that you were trying to push yourself onto him since he didn’t find his soulmate yet.

you didn’t have time to fret anymore over how hyunjae would react as you can spot him making his way towards the group. gaze finally landing on you, hyunjae waves his hand ecstatically with a bright smile on his face. waving back, you whisper to your friends. “be cool okay guys?”

“tell yourself that,” jacob snickers. he and younghoon wave at the tall figure approaching them with kind looks on their faces. “hey, what’s up man? it’s nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” hyunjae greets. they go around sharing their names and greetings as you stand off to the side, basically shaking. “good to see you again, y/n. feels like you’ve been running from me.” the taller boy ruffles your hair affectionately and you swat his hand way.

“I wasn’t running away from you,” you huff, fixing the mess he created on your head. “just got kinda busy. and I was the one who was looking for you on campus.”

“no way,” he shakes his head. “that’s not true cause I was looking for you whenever I was out.”

younghoon and jacob watch the whole scene go down. it was almost as if the two of you completely forgot that they were there, hyunjae quickly turning to talk to you once he said hello the the soulmate couple. they share knowing looks with one another, small smiles on their faces. “let’s head in?” jacob interrupts, taking the lead.

“welcome to half of a whole,” the person in the ticket booth greets. “what a lovely soulmate group we have here. I just need to see your tickets.”

blushing, you rush to correct the person. you didn’t want hyunjae to think anything wrong. “oh no! we’re not—” you’re interrupted by hyunjae shoving his way in front of you. he hands the person the ticket that you gave him just seconds earlier, greeting them back.

“good evening,” he smiles. “just don’t ask to see our marks, unless you wanna get mooned.” the person in the ticket booth lets out a chuckle and younghoon nudges you from behind. turning to look back at your friend with a questioning glance, he says nothing but has a shit eating grin on his face.

reluctantly making your way through the entrance, you start to regret inviting hyunjae to be your plus one. “wipe that silly look off your face!” hyunjae nudges you, suddenly walking by your side. “we’re supposed to be having fun looking at art we don’t understand.”

“you’re a menace, you know that?” you retort. “have been since the day I met you.” hyunjae only giggles at your remark, steps picking up in order to catch up with your friends.

as your group makes their way through the exhibit, you’re completely in awe at the art that surrounds you. from sculptures to simple paintings, each one represents your own feelings of love. there’s longing, heartbreak, and even that famous look of love trope that you see in the movies embodied in every piece. jacob and younghoon stop in front of a painting of two people standing side by side, watching the ocean waves crash onto the shore. they exchange hushed whispers and feather like touches as their hands brush together.

your heart tugs at the sight, you see them in the painting whether they know it themselves or not. hyunjae seems to notice too, stopping his own walk around the exhibit to observe the two. “what’s their story?”

looking up at him, there’s a fond look on your face. “it’s actually quite complicated yet so simple at the same time.” you explained to hyunjae that your two friends were soulmates of their own. they found one another in their first year of university, but soulmates are tricky.

absolutely stunned when they discovered that they shared the same mark, both jacob and younghoon have never been ones to play for the same team if you know what I mean. they were scared of what this meant for either of them. but with the help of one another, they were figuring themselves out together. walking through this soulmate world hand in hand with nothing but patience and acceptance in their hearts. instead of settling for the status quo and jumping into a relationship straight away, they both agreed that they were indeed soulmates, but it’ll take some time to figure out what kind. when people think soulmates, very rarely do they think of platonic soulmates, someone who’s your go-to for anything and always by your side.

but nonetheless, those light and tender glances shared between the two of them told the world that they were meant for each other.

“wow,” hyunjae breaths out. he felt his heart flutter during multiple parts of the story. “that’s...”

“beautiful?” you ask and he nods silently, not knowing how else to describe it.

“I’ve heard many soulmate stories before, but none of them were as... wow as that.” with one last look at your friends, hyunjae turns to find something else to look at. he’s desperately trying to hide his own longing from the world. he worked so hard to get to where he was now and he couldn’t go back to that same place. miserable and alone.

following him, the two of you come to a halt in front of a sculpture of a lovers embrace. tilting your head slightly, you let out a dreamlike sigh. maybe coming to this exhibit wasn’t a good idea. “you know what I like about all of these pieces?” hyunjae shifts closer to you, suddenly feeling alone in a crowded room. “none of the people in them have those stupid soulmate marks.”

leaning your head on his shoulder you take a moment to yourself. the height difference making it way too easy to do so, you couldn’t resist. “like you said before, right?” you pipe up. “no soulmate mark can be a soulmate mark if you allow it.” hyunjae glances down at you as you stare ahead at the sculpture and purses his lips. it was the perfect time to tell you how similar the two of you actually were, but he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. instead, he just looks down at you with a certain fondness gracing his features.

off to the side, younghoon and jacob watched you and hyunjae for the second time that night. they both saw you two in the sculpture of lovers holding one another. the same affection that radiates from the art around you is beaming off your figures, whether you know it yourselves or not.

in the passenger seat of hyunjae’s car, you fiddle with your thumbs as you stare out the window to the sky. he had offered to drive you back home so younghoon and jacob could tend to their own plans. he also just wanted to talk to you and fill that gap he’s feeling for the past month. glancing over at your slouched figure, he reaches a hand out to tap you on your thigh and pull you out of your trance.

“what are you thinking about?”

snapping out of your daze, you shoot him a gentle grin. “just life.”

“good or bad?” he asks with a raised brow. stretching out your legs, you let out a tiny yawn suddenly growing sleepy from the car ride and the soft music that emits from the speakers of hyunjae’s car.

“good actually,” you hum. “I— I think I do believe that someone is waiting for me out there. it may not be here and it may not be now, but they’re for me.”

hyunjae smiles gently, holding his free hand out for you to hold. you grab it, slightly confused, but the gentle squeeze he gives you makes all of that disappear. since he met you a month ago, that’s all he seemed to want for you. to believe that you weren’t meant to be alone like everyone said you were. “that’s so great, y/n” he cheers. “really, I’m glad you’re not just putting yourself in a box anymore.”

“I actually have you to thank for throwing what was unwanted advice at the time at me when I needed it the most,” you giggle and hyunjae swears he hears bells. a swell of pride fills his chest as well, joyful that he helped pull you out of that place. lord only knows that he had to do the same for himself before. “and another person too, but they did nothing compared to you.”

“oh?” hyunjae pipes up, intrigued at who this new person was. “who do I have to share my credits with?”

“jung jaehyun,” you speak softly into the air. hyunjae nearly swerves at the drop of the name, knowing exactly who you’re talking about.

clearing his throat, he asks the question that he dreads the most. maybe it’s because he’s afraid you’ll end up in the same spot he found you in that day in the courtyard. maybe it’s because of something else. “so you’re dating again?”

shrugging, you pick at the skin of your thumbs as a nervous habit. “uh, kind of? it’s a little too soon to tell, but I feel really good about this one.” hyunjae turns to you again with a look on his face that tells you to continue, wanting to know what you’ve been up to with jaehyun for the past month. “of course he has his own mark, but he doesn’t seem to care about it. he’s not obsessed with soulmates like everyone else is and it’s just... nice? it’s not like the other relationships I had before where I guarded myself just in case. the whole time I'm with him, you talking about how there’s gonna be someone out there who won’t care about this whole soulmate system thing replays in my mind.”

“what if he’s the one the universe made for me?”

tapping his finger on the steering wheel, hyunjae thinks for a moment. he can definitely tell what kind of person you were now and why you do what you do. you were really just a hopeless romantic who craves the kind of love that you see in the movies. you were getting ahead of yourself, it was clear to anyone listening but he couldn’t be the one to wipe that starry look off of your face. “well,” he starts off. “he’s good to you right? that’s why it’s so easy to be with him compared to the rest?” he sees you nod in your peripheral and speaks, despite the growing heaviness in his heart. “then I think you should just enjoy whatever it is the two of you have going. like you said, it’s too early to tell but if it’s meant to be, it will be. don’t worry about the rest and act as if the soulmate system doesn’t exist.”

“like the exhibit,” you state, nodding your head in understanding.

hyunjae nods along with you, finally pulling into the lot of the dorms. “exactly like the exhibit.”

the car comes to a stop in front of your building and you look at hyunjae with a confused face. “why don’t you just park? you’re going home too.”

“oh I don’t live here,” he says with a knowing grin. “I live off campus.” appalled that he lied to you, you lightly smack him a few times. he cowers closer to the driver side door as he yelps at your attacks. “hey! ow! watch it, y/n this face is priceless!”

“you’re a stinky liar, hyunjae!” you shriek, halting your whacks. “why did you say you lived on campus and walk me all the way back here last time?”

the boy lowers his arms that were shielding his face sheepishly. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

scoffing at that, you can’t help the smile that overtakes your face. your cheeks heat up at his confession because what the hell?! he had just introduced himself to you and he was concerned for your safety. “I can’t believe you, but that’s really sweet at the same time.”

“heh,” he laughs, slightly shy. “I know right? now get out, I'm tired and now I'm in pain from you attacking me.”

moving to get out of the car, you stick your tongue out at him and he sticks his out back. childish. “you deserved it, liar. first your name and now where you live? are we even friends?”

he looks at you with a ‘are you serious’ and you raise your brows, waiting for him to answer. “nooo,” he says sarcastically. “I did not just spend my entire night with you at an art museum and then drive you home because we aren’t friends.”

you let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back. you fully pull yourself out of the car, leaning down slightly to peak at him through the open door. “goodnight, hyunjae.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

after you close the door, he drives off and you make your way up to your room. exhausted from tonight, you plop down on your bed face down. despite your tiredness, there’s a giddiness bubbling inside you and you let out a squeal, kicking your feet in the air. you can’t believe hyunjae and his sneaky motives. turning over, you smile like a madman at your ceiling and let out a dreamy sigh.

sleep comes quickly and you shut your eyes, heart full and mind racing. you’re still able to enter dreamland despite this and at every corner is the cause, lee hyunjae.

sitting in a coffee shop, you and jaehyun waited for the sun to set a little more so a walk around the fair didn’t burn your skin.

“here catch!” jaehyun exclaimed, holding a piece of a brownie in his hand. you stared at him with an incredulous look on his face because there was no way that that brownie would last in the air. “come on, y/n! let me feed you.”

“can’t you just feed me like a normal person?” you laugh, eyes crinkling and jaehyun does the same. “spoon feed me, jaehyun.”

“but that’s no fun,” he pouts and you can’t help but comply. opening your mouth, jaehyun launches the brownie and it terribly misses your mouth. it hits your cheek instead, causing the both of you to laugh at the chocolate stain left on your skin. “okay, try again.”

you’re about to object when you see a familiar face in the ordering line. you let out a little oh at the figure and jaehyun turns to see who you were looking at. “you know him?” he asks and you nod, which causes him to stand up in his seat as you panic to make him sit down. you didn’t exactly want to have a conversation with hyunjae while you were on a date with your boyfriend. “yo, hyunjae!”

at the call of his name, hyunjae turns to find jaehyun waving at him and you with your head in his hands. smirking, he waves back and goes to give his order to the cashier. once that’s done, he makes his way over to your table with a bright smile on his face. “what’s up man? long time no see.”

jaehyun and hyunjae embrace themselves in a bro hug while you awkwardly smile up at the boy. “I know right,” jaehyun chimes. “you know y/n?”

“here and there,” hyunjae replies, nodding. he gives you a wave and you nod back. of course they know each other, two good looking dudes were bound to be friends. “what are you guys up to?”

“chillin,” jaehyun says. “waiting for it to be less hot so we can walk around that fair. you?”

“oh same,” hyunjae says. “I’m supposed to meet a few friends there, but I needed a drink first.” jaehyun nods, pulling up a seat from a nearby table for hyunjae to join you two. he sits, nudging you to stop staring out the cafe window. “how are you, y/n?”

turning to face him, you widen your eyes. “oh, I’m good. how are you?”

“absolutely fantastic,” he replies as he side eyes both you and jaehyun. you roll your eyes in response, realizing that he just wanted to be nosey about the new blossoming couple. the barista brings his drink over and he thanks them, going to take an obnoxious sip as he looks from you to jaehyun.

jaehyun of course doesn’t notice. he turns his attention to hyunjae and they catch up on the time they missed together while you’re left to your own bearings. it really felt like hyunjae and jaehyun were here on a date, not you and jaehyun. “how do you guys know each other?” you ask, finally gaining the attention of the two boys.

“we got the same government name” hyunjae says and you look at him confused. hyunjae, jaehyun, hyunjae. OH! a eureka moment happens.

“just two jaehyuns being jaehyuns you know, y/n” jaehyun laughs and hyunjae joins him.

turning to hyunjae, you give him a look. “so when I said hyunjae wasn’t your real name, I was right?” the boy in question nods with an annoyed look while you smile cheekily at him and it’s jaehyun’s turn to start asking questions.

“how do you two know each other?” he chimes.

you’re about to answer to save yourself from revealing that embarrassing moment until hyunjae cuts you off. he seemed to enjoy doing that. “they were studying in the library one night, looking like they were about to die and I handed them a bag of cookies.”

you’re shocked at his response. while it wasn’t a complete lie, you still couldn’t believe that it flowed so easily. you stare at him and he just winks back. “nice dude!” jaehyun cheers, holding a hand out for hyunjae. “you’re still handing out freebies to people who need it, I see.” hyunjae laughs as he does the bro high five. “hey look, the sun’s starting to set. should we go?”

at that, you excitedly nod and stand up from your seat. turning to hyunjae who’s still sipping his drink in his seat, you pat him on the shoulder. “wanna walk with us hyunjae?”

“sure,” he shrugs.

walking down the street with golden hues painting the sky, jaehyun has an arm wrapped comfortably around your shoulder. the fair wasn’t really a fair, more like a night market that hyunjae and his friends liked to go to just to kill time. it was way better than being cooped up in one of their dorms and taking shots of old tequila.

you and jaehyun were a few steps ahead of him, giggling amongst yourselves as jaehyun pointed at clouds in the sky and gave them ridiculous shapes. hyunjae liked seeing that genuine smile on your face as he never had the pleasure of seeing it before. you seemed happy. maybe you were right, maybe jaehyun is the one that the universe made for you.

“look! there’s a heart” jaehyun exclaims and both you and hyunjae look up, but all either of you can see is a blob of white.

“what?” you ask, confused. “there’s no—” as you shift your gaze to question jaehyun, he cheekily sticks a finger in the pocket of his shirt only to pull it back out in a finger heart. he winks at you and you feel butterflies erupt in your chest at his cheesiness. throwing your head back in laughter with rose painting your cheeks, hyunjae lets out his own laugh and cheers for his friend.

“hey dude!” he claps. “that was great, 10/10!” jaehyun turns back at him as the three of you approach the many tents lining the street and raises his eyebrow in agreement. pumping his fist in the air, hyunjae does the same to celebrate his two friends. it was lame, they all know that, but as long as all of them were smiling it didn’t matter at all. “alright guys, I gotta go meet my friends down at the waffle stand.”

coming to a stop, hyunjae and jaehyun say their goodbyes. you’re about to wave at hyunjae and wish him a good night when he unexpectedly pulls you in for a light hug. it takes you a few seconds to hug him back and he whispers something in your ear.

“seeing you happy with him makes me believe that the universe is finally giving you what you want,” he says gently and you try your best not to show him nor jaehyun your shocked expression. as he pulls away, you give him that same smile he saw for the first time today. he starts walking away from you two, waving his hand in the air. “take care, guys!”

“he’s a cool dude,” jaehyun says, slight admiration in his voice.

nodding, you purse your lips to contain your smile. “he really is.”

“I absolutely despise you, you know that?” you huff, wiping the sweat forming on your brow. it was cold out this evening and yet, you feel hot all because of lee hyunjae.

it’s not because what you’re thinking. exact opposite exactly as you were still very much in a relationship with jaehyun. hyunjae had the great idea to take you on a little journey after bombarding your phone with texts that absolutely made no sense, but still had one point that you clearly received.

bored, hyunjae wanted to get out of his dorm and do something so he called you of course instead of going to bed. the two of you were currently walking up this steep ass hill in order to reach a topside park that hyunjae had found by word of mouth. “no you don’t” hyunjae comments, turning back to shoot you a frown. “you wouldn’t have said yes to coming out if you did.”

“I didn’t know we were gonna go on a hike, damn!” you shriek, your lungs were not built for physical activity and you were jealous that hyunjae was walking up like it was a breeze. “why do you not have any other friends you can bother for this shit?”

finally stepping on flat ground, hyunjae places his hands on his hips. he looks up at the stars, which you can see particularly clearly thanks to being closer to the sky and lets out a long breath in awe. “you’re my favorite” he winks when you’re finally at his side. he was expecting a slap on the arm (trademark), but when he gets nothing, not even a scoff, he worriedly turns to find you to make sure you didn’t pass out from the walk up. instead of finding you laid out on the floor, unconscious, he sees you gaping with wide eyes at the main attraction of the park that made it so famous.

the only thing standing in the grass field and the whole park is a single tree that shoots high. it’s decorated with christmas lights to commemorate the upcoming holiday season that wrap all the way around the tall plant and there’s a pretty white star at the top that doesn’t quite shine as bright as the stars in the sky. “wow...” you whistle and hyunjae lets out a small laugh, still looking at you.

“yeah,” he breathes. “welcome to christmas tree park, y/n. it was worth it right?”

“so worth it” you say still in a trance. hyunjae grabs you by the arm, leading you over to the stone wall at the edge of the hill. it overlooks the city and your breath is taken away once again. you can see everything, from the small coffee shop that you like to frequent to the glistening water of the river everyone likes to walk along at this time of night. looking up, the sky is clear and each star is twinkling extra bright tonight. “yeah, definitely worth almost popping a lung.”

sitting on the wall, you both let your feet dangle over the edge as you admire the city you’re in. the air is silent, taking everything in: the view, the breeze in your hairs, the comforting presence beside one another amongst other things.

“how much would you wanna push me off if I start playing my soft playlist right now?” hyunjae asks, breaking the silence.

you laugh, shaking your head. “not much, I think it’ll be fitting actually.” at that, the boy next to you whips out his phone and a soft melody is flowing in the space between you. “you’re such a romantic, lee hyunjae... your future somebody is going to be so lucky.”

too stunned to say anything at the sudden comment, he mutters a “thank you” as he wraps his jacket tighter around his chilly form. “you call me cheesy all the time, though.” it was true. lee hyunjae is an absolute cheeseball and you’ve experienced first hand when he cried watching A Walk to Remember with you over discord. and when you caught him writing encouraging notes to hide in his friends backpacks. and when he bought a couple phone case set just for the pure reason of “I’m gonna need it later, you know.”

but despite all the cheesiness you clown him for, you know well and good and hyunjae just has a heart of gold. “yeah, but I'm serious. even jaehyun says the same thing” you reply, sighing longingly. “I can see that when you love, you love hard and genuinely. they’re gonna be so happy when they finally find you.” turning to beam at the boy, he’s staring at the skyline with pursed lips. “I'm gonna be so happy when you finally find them.”

he meets your gaze and sees nothing but honesty. giving you a small smile, he nudges your side in a flustered state. “stop that,” he sheepishly replies. “there’s a reason I haven’t found them yet, anyway.”

“and why is that?” you ask curiously. what could possibly be holding this boy back?

it’s quiet for a moment as hyunjae contemplates telling you that it’s because he doesn’t have a mark. the stars fated him the same way they did you. “I'm deathly afraid that I’m not gonna be what they’ve been hoping for.”

he didn’t completely lie. it was true in a sense. if he were to find someone who would be with him, despite his missing mark, they’d soon realize that he’s not what their real soulmate was meant to be. the soulmate mark isn’t just a mark, being side by side with their matching halves solidifies that bond that the universe has created. hyunjae doesn’t think he could bear the thought of falling completely deep for someone, thinking they’ve done the same only for them to leave because their hearts are unfulfilled. so unlike you, he hides. hyunjae doesn’t put himself out there for people to connect with him in that way, settling for the belief that they’ll find their way to him on their own.

“you’re honestly amazing, hyunjae” you say with admiration in your voice. “I wish you’d believe that. look, you helped me, a mere stranger who was crying their eyes out in front of everyone. you give me advice that I don’t want, but actually is really what I needed to hear and has helped me get to where I am right now with jaehyun.”

“you shouldn’t be afraid because if they really are your soulmate like the universe says they are,” you say softly. “they wouldn’t want to look for anyone else but you.” hyunjae didn’t really like the atmosphere the two of you created here at christmas tree park. not because of anything you were saying, but because he didn’t like to talk about his own soulmate problems with others. he wasn’t used to it, having kept all those unspoken thoughts and yearning feelings to himself for so long.

“who’s the cheesy one now” hyunjae grimaces jokingly, making a face. your gaze turns from soft to challenging real quick at his teasing and hyunjae holds up his hands in defense. “I'm kidding, I'm just deflecting. but thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

crossing your arms proudly, you hold your chin high. “of course,” you chime. pointing at a spot in the sky, you grab hyunjae’s arm to get him to see what you were seeing. there were two stars right next to each other, shining a little brighter than the rest of their friends amongst them. “that’s you and your soulmate, bright and beautiful.”

laughing loud, hyunjae throws his head back and you shove him saying you’re being for real. “no, that’s you and your soulmate. finding one another instantly and sticking together to outshine the rest.”

(mani’s notes: music dump for these next few parts bc im annoying and bc i really rEALLY REALLY want you all to listen to onoffonoffon by keshi for this next part <3 keep it on loop until the next break hehe ty for indulging me)

you were so late.

one of your professors had asked you to stay behind after class to talk about an essay you recently submitted and while it was nice to get compliments on something that you slaved over for four hours straight the night before it was due, you were extremely late.

jaehyun wanted to meet up after classes for a little bit and you were so excited to see him! it’s been several days since you guys could get together and after the week you were having, you needed quality time with your sweet boyfriend to ease your mood. but your professors just went on and on about how amazing you were with this last assignment which is honestly deserved, but you’re exactly 22 minutes behind from the time that you and jaehyun had set to meet. bless him for being so understanding in more ways than one because he replied to your scrambled text about how you were on your way there with a no worries :) I'll be waiting here for you so take your time. but you, not knowing how to read still ran slash speed walked as fast as you could to the random seating area on campus you agreed on.

“hey,” you pant out, bending over to put your hands on your knees. “sorry I'm so late!” jaehyun laughs at your form, standing from his seat to make you stand upright again.

“when you’re out of breath, you’re not supposed to hunch over like that or else you’ll pass out” he chides, but rubbing a soothing hand on your back. “how was class, though?”

melting into his touch, you let out a him with your eyes closed. “it was good! prof really liked the paper I submitted so she kept me after class to give her kind remarks. how are you?”

finally looking up at jaehyun, you find him already looking at you. there’s a distant look on his face and you can’t help but frown at the absence of your bright-eyed jaehyun. “about that...” he starts off with a sigh, shoulders visibly slumping. “I have to talk to you about something.” worry overcomes your body. he ushers you to sit and you do, him following to take the seat across of you at the table. you knew he was having a tough time with one of his classes as well as getting into it with one of his close friends. you didn’t think it was taking this big of a toll on him, the dark circles under his eyes and lips that never seemed to smile the same these days.

“are you okay, jae?” you ask gently, placing your hand atop his. “whatever it is i’m here to li—” you’re cut off when he takes his hand out from under yours, only to place it right back on top of your own.

“I’m sorry y/n” he says softly. “but we need to breakup.”

you’re still for a second. then another, and another. jaehyun looks at you with sad eyes, patiently waiting for you to gather your thoughts. “what?” you whisper. it’s all you could come up with.

“we can’t be together anymore.”

as you frantically wrack your brain for reasons as to why, you come up with nothing. you thought everything was going so well? you were happy with jaehyun and he was happy with you. it showed in the way he never failed to make time for you. in the way you could practically feel the affection radiating off his body whenever he was next to you, holding your hand like he is now. “I— is it because I was late today? I'm really sorry, it won’t happen again without a warning. or is it because we haven’t been able to see each other much lately? because I ca—”

squeezing your hand, jaehyun stops your rambling. he rubs circles on the skin, a habit he likes to do, staring intently at where your hands connected. “it’s not that y/n. it’s not any of that” he says, solemn gaze quickly turning to a gleam as he utters the next words. “I met my soulmate. I met them y/n.”

mouth opening and closing like a fish, your words are caught in your throat. it’s happening again when you least expected it to. “I thought you didn’t care about soulmates, jaehyun” you choke out.

he locks eyes with your cloudy ones, pursing his lips. he looked just as heartbroken as you did. “I don’t, I didn’t. but that bond y/n... it’s undeniable” he mumbles. “it’s the same thing I felt with you, but a million times stronger that it became so unbearable. and it definitely doesn’t make it as fairytale like as it’s supposed to be since this had to happen while I'm still with you, believe me when I say everything was real for me as it was for you.”

you say nothing, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from breaking down in front of the beautiful, kind-hearted boy. the worst part of it all was that you were right. he definitely wasn’t like the rest in the way he treated you while you were together. and also in the way he would break your heart. there was no screaming in your face, no chastising you for not having a mark and that’s what made it all the more painful.

“I never meant to hurt you, y/n” he whispers slowly, badly wishing he could reach across the table and hold you to make it a little better. but he couldn’t. “I— I’m so sorry that it couldn’t be me. that I couldn’t be the one where the pain stops.”

shaking your head, you squeeze his hand back as a silent way of saying that it wasn’t his fault. it was those damn stars. “so this is it then?” giving him a sad smile. “this is where I lose thee amazing jung jaehyun?”

he lets out a light laugh, dimples you adored so much, spent so much time poking whenever the boy smiled or chuckled, peeking through his cheeks. “no, this is where I lose thee amazing y/l/n y/n.”

you sniffle a little, another attempt to hold back your tears as you giggle at his cheesiness. standing up, you start to put distance between the two of you, hands still intertwined. “I wish you nothing but the best jaehyun, you deserve a beautiful love that’s written in the stars.”

“and I wish you the same but even more, y/n” he says softly. “you deserved to be loved the way you want to.”

with one last squeeze of his hand, you pull away. as you turn to walk to your dorm to lock yourself in your room, you finally let the tears fall, begging the stars to let you have your wish come true soon.

(mani’s notes: another song... pls listen to right here by keshi until the next break! the pre chorus and chorus just hit I promise)

hyunjae wanted nothing more than to go home and be dead to the world.

it was a rough day. first, he was surprised with an exam he knew nothing about. then, his laptop decided to just not do what it was supposed to do today while he was working on an assignment and shut down. and on top of that, he didn’t have enough money on his card to buy his five dollar coffee to get him through the day. imagine the humiliation of dozens of college students watching him repeatedly tap his card, only to get that loud beeping noise in return. but luckily, the dude behind him was nice enough to pay for his drink. or maybe he saw how much hyunjae needed it by the dead look in his eyes.

dragging his feet throughout campus, hyunjae decided that he has had enough human interaction today as he made his way to his car to get the fuck up outta here. the only thing keeping him sane at this moment was the thought of laying in his bed with the all the lights off, but he thinks he doesn’t deserve that when someone literally slams into him.

stumbling back on impact, hyunjae quickly catches himself and the person who ran into him. steadying them with a strong grip, the person squeaks out an “I'm sorry” before trying to make a break for it. he catches a whiff of that familiar scent and immediately perks up.

“y/n?” he asks, hands still around your shoulders. “what the hell are you running from? you nearly took me out.”

hyunjae grows concerned as you don’t respond to his jokes. your head was kept down and that’s when he noticed how you were shaking right where you were standing. your body heaved up and down as you sniffled and hyunjae crouches down in order to meet your eyes. “are you... are you crying? what’s wrong?”

finally meeting his gaze, hyunjae feels his heart rip in two. your cheeks are stained with tears, pain behind your eyes, and your lips set in a permanent frown. “i— it h—happened again” you hiccup, stumbling over your words. “jaehyun, h—” a sob breaks through your throat and hyunjae somewhat understands what you were trying to say.

“shhh,” he hushes you. moving his arms to wrap you in a tight hug, he rubs your back soothingly as your body racks with sobs. “I got it, you don’t need to explain anything else.”

you hug hims just as tightly, needing something to keep you upright, but hyunjae feels your knees giving out as your cries get louder. he tries his best to keep you standing, but your body and your heart just wanted to be done. you were getting closer to the ground, hyunjae quickly following.

so he starts moving, arms still wrapped around one another as he carries most of your weight. he had to get you out of there, people were starting to stare and you let him lead you. you shift your position so he’s not struggling to walk, head still buried in his shoulder, both arms wrapped around his middle as he keeps a secure arm around yours. you don’t pay attention to where you’re going, not wanting to let anyone see the hurt on your face. not wanting to give anyone more to talk about you. suddenly, you hear a door open and hyunjae pushes you down into the space, finally detaching you from his form.

you can see that through your tears that you’re in the back seat of his car with your legs still hanging out. the boy gets down on his knees on the asphalt of the parking garage, inserting himself between your legs. he’s staring at you intently as if he was waiting for you to be okay. or breakdown. and you decides unconsciously that you were going to do the latter after looking at his equally heartbroken face. he says nothing as he wipes the tears from your face, caressing your jaw.

“why me, hyunjae” you whisper, sobs finally calming down after a moment but the tears just don’t seem to stop. “why does this keep happening to me? why can’t I just be happy for once?”

“I’m so sorry...” he says, not knowing what else to give you.

furiously, you ball up your fists and knock them into hyunjae’s chest. the blows weren’t hard to the point where they hurt, but hyunjae felt all your anger, sadness, and remorse for yourself with each one. “everyone tells me” you seethe. “that I deserve love. that I deserve to find someone, but when I finally do the stupid universe takes that away from me.”

“that day you told me to stop settling as a filler for people, but who the hell else am I supposed to be when that’s all I am to everyone? all I ever wanted was to f— feel what I see everyone else h—”

another heart wrenching sob leaves your lips. you were tired of the live you were living. you wanted nothing more that for everything to just stop.

placing a hand behind your head, hyunjae silences your cries into his shirt. “I got you, y/n. it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. I got you, I’m here.”

you both stay like that for awhile as hyunjae holds your crumbling form, despite the aching in his knees. his own exhaustion soon forgotten, his focus now on putting you back together. he waited for you to calm down as you cried off and on, remembering everything you’ve been through from the minute you were born thanks to this stupid soulmate system. with every cry that leaves your mouth, his grip gets tighter. he hopes the stars were looking down on them right now, watching the mess they created of the one person who desperately wanted what they gave to others.

he hopes that their own hearts were breaking just as his was.

a handful of weeks later, you and hyunjae have grown considerably close.

he decided that he was going to stick by you since the day jaehyun broke up with you and found his soulmate. no, I literally mean stick with you. the boy has been in your dorm room everyday and even some nights since. but could you blame him? he caught you bawling your eyes out not once, but twice after painful breakups and the second time was enough for him to come to the conclusion that he was going to insert himself into your life until you were back to yourself again. whether you liked it or not.

you wanted to go to the store? he’d take you. you wanted to take a late night walk? here comes hyunjae, bundled up in his winter gear. ice cream and boba runs? definitely sign him up, he’ll be there in ten. a sleepover filled with too many snacks watching those rom-coms he loves so much and binging all the twilight movies? move over y/n, that’s his spot on the couch. you two did everything together.

at first, it was a little much. his constant presence in your space kind of irked you, but you quickly got used to hearing his voice booming really loud in the mornings as he pounded on the door to let him in. dare say, you enjoyed having him around so much. the company was definitely nice since you were so used to putting your heart back together again all by yourself and hyunjae did a great job at reminding you to take care of yourself. and by that I mean literally holding glasses of water to your lips and cooking actual meals for you, something he rarely did for himself. hyunjae’s time with you was something he didn't know he needed. the fatigue and grumpiness he’s been feeling was soon eased now that his days were filled with you. you knew he was helping you, but little did you know that you were also helping him.

of course, younghoon and jacob would come by to check on you once in a while after hearing the news. but once they saw you were in good hands (on multiple occasions), their worries decreased. sometimes, they felt like the single ones watching you and hyunjae do things together, for each other. the soulmate couple could see the light they knew all to well slowly returning to your eyes and that monotone voice they hated so much was starting to have some life to it.

while you were definitely in a much better place compared to that day, you still had your moments where you felt absolutely worthless. it’s almost as if you couldn’t stop reliving every single ending moment from each relationship you’ve had. like you were being reminded about who— what you were to the world and everyone else in it: unmarked. luckily, you had hyunjae by your side who would quickly pick up on those signs that signaled that you were slipping back into that place again. he was always quick to pull you back out before you were in too deep. which is exactly why he took you to the shopping district for some retail therapy. it always made him feel better so it just has to be the same for you. wrong. you were exhausted from walking around, even if it was for only an hour, but the mental and emotional stress contributed to the physical.

“hyunjae” you whine, dragging and stomping your feet slightly. “can we just go back home? my toes are cold.”

“no” he says sternly, turning to point a finger at you. “you’re cranky cause you haven’t bought anything yet and that’s the whole point of retail therapy!” you roll your eyes in response, begrudgingly following him around the lightly crowded streets. none of the stores you’ve been into have piqued your interest and neither were any you were passing by doing it for you. you absolutely hated shopping unless it was done online, in the comfort of your own home where you didn’t have to interact with rude or overly nice shopkeepers. but hyunjae is trying his best to cheer you up and you see that. you appreciate it beyond means, but you really just wanted to go home and watch twilight again.

before calling it a day and a failed attempt, you decided to indulge him a little more by pointing at a small shop on the corner. “let’s go in there,” you suggest. the sign reads ‘final form’ which played a part in your choosing, silently but jokingly hoping that they sold stuff in order to help you achieve your goals of becoming a werewolf so you can be with jacob black forever.

upon entering, a bell chimes at the top of the door. lining the shelves are jars full of things you can barely pronounce, crystals in all shapes and colors, old leather books, and cases of cards. this place even sells crystal balls and both you and hyunjae come to the revelation that this is a wiccan shop. hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you for your choice, but you just give him a look that says “it can’t be that bad” so he follows you deeper into the store. behind the counter stands an old woman who ironically has a black cat perched on top next to her.

she smiles at you two, welcoming you into her store. her hair is long and gray, eyes piercing but warm at the same time. “hello” she drawls out, eyes locking onto yours. “welcome to final form, what can I help you with today?”

“just looking around,” hyunjae replies with a kind smile. the shopkeepers eyes never leave your form, though. you could feel her gaze on you as you roamed around the shelves, but you weren’t going to say anything as it wasn’t an uncomfortable stare. she nods anyway, letting you two do what you came to do.

“maybe I need a protection crystal,” you say to hyunjae. “start carrying those around and I should be good right?”

he shakes his head, scoffing slightly. “I know what you need and I can tell you that it’s definitely not a fifty dollar rock.” you’re about to ask him exactly what he meant by that, but then you see a sign that you didn’t notice earlier hanging above the shopkeepers head.

SOULMATE MARKS AVAILABLE HERE!

you let out a little gasp that startles hyunjae before quickly making your way over to the counter. the woman’s eyes were still on you when you turn around, almost as if she was waiting for you to notice. pointing up at the sign, your eyes are frantic as you ask the woman about it. “what do you mean you give soulmate marks here?” you rush out. “I thought it was just something people were born with.” already by your side, hyunjae is just as confused as you were. all his life, he’s known soulmate marks to be something that was given to people at birth. they weren’t man made so he knew whatever was to come out of this woman’s mouth would be nothing but a sales pitch.

“ah.. you see,” the woman starts off, still smiling. “in my field of work, I dabble in the stars and everything they have to offer. after a few meetings with people, I'm able to see what the universe couldn’t.” reaching down, she pulls out an old scrapbook and opens it. inside, there are pages and pages filled with faces, couples, and their stories to accompany them. she turns the book so it’s facing you and you eagerly start flipping the pages. “who the unmarked are meant to be with.”

“oh my god,” you whisper, reading each and every tale of those unmarked like you finding their soulmates. hyunjae reads along with you and questions start popping up in his own mind.

clearing his throat, he speaks up. “so what? you find these unmarked peoples soulmates for them and tell where to find them?”

“oh no,” she says, holding a hand up to her chest like she was appalled. “I'm not the government, I can’t track people like that.” hyunjae wants to laugh so bad at her joke, but he holds it in and waits for her to continue. “like how there are those born without a mark, there are people born with marks without a matching pair who roam the world searching for a person who doesn’t exist. but alas, they do exist. the stars just forgot to make it known.”

“unmarked people are in fact, meant to have a soulmate. you can say that those meetings with the unmarked give me a form of clarity and once I'm connected with those unmatched people, the unmarked get their mark and they can resume living their lives searching for their match just like everyone else. does that make sense?”

“not really,” hyunjae mumbles, but he doesn’t press any further. an overload of information was bound to give him a headache and his head was already spinning in circles.

“so these people you saw,” you say. “the unmarked ones you’ve helped, they come back and what? confirm your judgment?”

the woman shakes her head with a laugh that sounds exactly like the bell on the door. “no no,” she giggles behind her hand. “that’s just proof, hon. I ask them to come back once they find their soulmates just so I can build evidence. how else will people believe me without these stories?”

nodding slowly, you’re silent for a moment, taking it all in. hyunjae can practically see the gears turning in your head and the slight puff of your cheeks, another one of your habits that you do when you were thinking really hard about something he’s picked up on. placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, he grabs your attention. you can see the crease in his eyebrow and worry in his eyes. the woman watches the exchange, her own thoughts running through her mind.

“I’ll do it,” you say abruptly facing back to the shopkeeper. “I mean, where can I sign up for this?” just as she’s about to answer, hyunjae pulls you back away from the counter.

“excuse us for a moment,” he says. he takes some steps back and you have an irritated look on your face. “are you sure you wanna do this, y/n? how do we even know if she’s being for real?”

“you saw the book hyunjae,” you snap. “it’s all there! this whole time, we thought that soulmate pairs were already set, but there could be someone out there for me! waiting for me like i’ve been waiting for them.”

“but there’s so much more we don’t know about!” he whisper shouts. you just give him a face and he can see it in your eyes that you’ve already made up your mind. you didn’t understand why he was so against this, it’s not like you’re going to get assigned a mark right away. like the woman said, it’ll take some time and you’re willing to try if it meant you didn’t have to live this life anymore.

“I've watched everyone around me find their soulmates and now it’s my turn.”

“hate to interrupt,” the woman chimes in after not-so accidentally hearing the whole conversation. “but I've got to close up soon and it seems like you two have a lot to talk about... how about you come back tomorrow after sitting on the idea for a bit?”

“so you’re actually going?” hyunjae asks, annoyance in his voice. he knocked on your door bright and early today, bag hanging from his shoulder and a sour look on his face.

after leaving the shop yesterday, you two bickered about the whole thing on the way home. and in your dorm. and over text after he went back home. hyunjae thought you were being rash, still feeling hurt from what happened with jaehyun. you were making an emotional decision that you were going to regret later. but you weren’t going to regret it, you knew this. you have been waiting for the day where your soulmate appears in front of you, despite all the signs (or lack of) on your body saying that you didn’t have one. if this woman was for real, you’d have everything you ever wanted come true and you came too far to turn down the opportunity. the amount of hurt and heartbreak you’ve been through over the years was enough for you to decide.

walking further into your room, hyunjae drops his bag on your couch and remains standing. oh, you thought. so he didn’t come here to be a supportive friend. he came here to fight. you stand in front of him, arms crossed and a hard look on your face and he mirrors you.

two stubborn people.

“yeah” you retort, a bite in your voice. “I'm going and you can’t stop me!”

“I still think this is a bad idea” he rolls his eyes. “you don’t even know the whole process it’s gonna take! what if she just randomly assigns you to some freak and you’re stuck with that person forever?!”

“I know you think this is a bad idea! I been knew since yesterday!” your voice was getting louder, growing more and more annoyed with the boy in front of you. why can’t he just support you? “isn’t this what you wanted, anyway? you’re the one who told me that I deserve someone who loves me! you’re the one who said that there’s definitely someone out there for me and if this is how I find them, then why are you so against it?”

“you have your own soulmate mark, hyunjae. you don’t know what it’s like to live everyday knowing that you’re the odd one out, destined to be by yourself forever.” voice cracking, hyunjae can see your resolve breaking down so he eases up. “there’s someone out there waiting for you to love them... I don’t have that.”

hyunjae lowers his head, looking down at his head. how absolutely wrong you were. he didn’t have someone waiting for him. he was just as lonely as you were, he just did a better job at hiding it. “I don’t have a soulmate y/n...” he says quietly that you almost miss it.

“what did you say?” you ask. you knew what he said, but you were sure you were hearing it wrong.

“I don’t have a soulmate,” he says, louder this time and looking straight at you. “because I don’t have a mark.”

shocked, all you can do is stare at him with your mouth gaping. you’ve never seen his mark and you figured that it was because it was somewhere not visible. or he just didn’t want to show you to make you feel worse about your situation and you respected that, never asking to see it. never in a million years would you have thought that lee hyunjae, the one who talks about soulmates so fondly, was just like you.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you whisper, seeing all the pain he’s been hiding from you in his eyes. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“you never asked,” he laughed slightly. “you just assumed I was like everyone else. and it’s not something I enjoy talking about... I had to fight my own demons just like you.”

“then you must know where I'm coming from, hyunjae” you sigh, ruffling your hair out of frustration. “you do know what it’s like so why are you being such a hard ass? why don’t you want to do this with me?”

he shakes his head, clenching his fists by his side. truthfully, he didn’t know why he didn’t like the idea of you getting your mark. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to get his own when the opportunity was right in front of him. so he pulls something out of his ass instead that sounds like an honest answer.

“think about it! the universe didn’t mark us for a reason” he seethes. “it’s not because they forgot or whatever bullshit that woman said. it’s because we’re really not meant for anyone! there’s absolutely no way that marked people are meant to be with the unmarked.” we saw proof with you and all your relationships.

he doesn't add in that last part, not wanting to hurt you more than you already are. “you’re a big fat hypocrite, hyunjae!” you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “you preach so much about how there’s someone out there for everyone, mark or not. but now you’re saying people like us aren’t meant for anyone? make it make sense.”

“soulmate marks aren’t just made,” he bites back, scoffing. “so excuse me for having my doubts.”

“they are made” you retort.

“not in some random shop like that” he raises his voice, growing annoyed at the whole argument. why couldn’t you just listen to him? can you not see how sketch this whole thing was? “I’ve learned to be content with not having a soulmate. I don’t need to run around finding someone to fill that void like you, you should take notes.”

that made you angrier. hyunjae knew how to hit you where it hurt the most and you’d be damned if you let him have it. “so is that what this is about?” you shout, taking a step closer to him with a fire in your eyes. “you want me to be lonely and miserable forever just like you? hm?”

“shut up, y/n” he murmurs, warning you. one thing about hyunjae, despite his calm and soft appearance he had a temper and you knew that. witnessing it yourself on many occasions when the delivery service forgot to give him his sauce. or when someone on the road was driving like an idiot and he yelled a string of curse words out of his window. “shut. up.”

you’re right in front of his face now, staring intently at one another in a challenging manner. “does hyunjae want y/n to stay with him forever? misery does love company.”

something behind his eyes snaps and he’s moving forward at lightning speed. he grips the back of your head with one hand, other holding your waist to keep you in place and the next thing you know, his mouth is on yours. his lips are hot against your own and the grip on your waist tightens that it snaps you out of your initial shock. you kiss him back feverishly, arms looping around his neck to bring him even closer. teeth knocking against his, it’s messy and not at all soft from all the pent up anger and frustration from the arguments you’ve been having from yesterday. he’s grabbing at you wherever he can get his hands on.

“so what if I do?” he mumbles against your lips, taking your bottom one into his mouth. “don’t go. don’t leave me.”

don’t leave me. that brings you back to your senses, eyes snapping wide open. he didn’t want you like that, he really just didn’t want to be lonely. pulling away from him with a pop! you push him off of you and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. hyunjae’s eyes are blown wide, lips bright red. “get out,” you deadpan, turning away from him. “get out hyunjae and don’t ever come back if you know what’s good for you.”

“what?” he says breathlessly, chest heaving. “y/n I—”

whipping your head to face him, you glare so hard that you might burn holes into his face. “I said get out!” you scream, pointing at the door. “I don’t wanna see you again! you can be miserable by yourself.” he scoffs at you, not understanding where this sudden switch came from.

“you want me to leave? fine, I don’t need you y/n!” he shouts back harshly and you grow even angrier. the words stab at your heart, but it’s too late for either of you to take back the words said. “never did. I was fine before meeting you and I'm gonna be fine after, without you.” making his way towards the door, he picks his bag off the couch. with his hand on the doorknob, he turns to look at you again. you’re still standing there, glaring at him with mean eyes and your fists clenched. raising an eyebrow at him, you wait for him to make his exit.

“are you not understanding?” you bite. “I said leave!”

“URGH!” he shouts, annoyed and confused. yanking the door open, he stomps away and doesn’t bother to shut the door behind him.

“URGH!” you yell back at him once you’re at the door to shut it. slamming it shut, you slide down the surface with your head in your hands. how dare he kiss you right when you’re about to leave for your first meeting with the woman at the shop? how dare he be a hypocrite when he knew exactly what you were going through? how dare he.

your head was spinning and you don’t know if you just made a big mistake or the best decision for you. he didn’t need you, anyway.

hyunjae didn’t need you. that’s what he’s been telling himself since that day in your dorm two months ago.

yup, a whole two months have passed by without hearing or seeing one another. looking back at it, the whole argument was petty and ridiculous. hyunjae shouldn’t have kissed you, but there was no taking it back now. he couldn’t take anything back since you probably had your mark already. but boy, did he regret it all.

he should’ve just supported you. he should’ve encouraged you to get your mark because that’s all you ever wanted. you wanted to fit into the world so bad that it was destroying you from the inside out, but maybe that’s why he fought back against your wishes. he still doesn’t know what came over him that day, but what he does know is that he misses you.

he misses hearing your laugh after mocking the characters from his favorite rom-coms. he misses the way you smile at him, eyes crinkling at the corners whenever he bought you your favorite drink in the middle of study sessions. he misses the way you leaned your head on his shoulder whenever you were getting bored of whatever activity the two of you were doing. he misses the warm feeling that your very presence next to him gives him.

but it was too late for that.

outside of the library, he replays all the moments he’s had with you walking out to the cool and crisp air of the night. it was finals season now and for the past two months you weren’t there to let out an obnoxious groan that you were holding in in the library after stretching your limbs. you weren’t gonna be seating in the passenger seat of his car, blasting your nightcore playlist on the short two minute ride to your dorm to get you pumped for more studying. his nights were back to the quiet ones he forgot he was used to.

looking up at the sky, he finds the brightest star there is and lets out a long sigh. he wishes on it once again like he’s done many times before, that wherever you are and whatever you were doing, you were happy. without him.

“hey doris” you greet, entering the shop with the bell signaling your arrival. it’s become a routine to meet with the shopkeeper, who you finally learned the name of, twice a week at 10 pm sharp. she did these meetings after hours so they don’t conflict with her running her shop during the day, but you weren’t complaining. you’d study until it was time to make your way over to see her and while it was a lonely journey, you kept coming back.

“hello y/n” she smiles at you. “hope your exams aren’t killing you.” you laugh at that. you’ve grown quite fond of the woman who low-key scared you during your first meeting. as she learned about you, you learned about her.

these meetings were simple, it was just filled with conversation that you’d hear between friends over a nice cup of tea or coffee. no particular topic, just whatever decided to leave your mouths that day. “waiting for my mark to appear is what’s killing me.”

“it just takes time, babe” doris waves you off. “some cases are more difficult than others. it is the stars we’re dealing with.”

sighing, you run a hand through your hair, taking a seat behind the counter next to her after petting the same black cat you saw the first time you came, kitty. original, right?

two months. two whole months you’ve been coming to see doris and you seemed to be getting nowhere. “do they usually take this long, though?” doris places a hot cup of coffee in front of you and you take it, wrapping your fingers around the warm mug. finals were definitely taking a toll on you, so you told doris to have cups of coffee ready for you when you arrived. extra shots please. “I don’t feel any different, do you?” you were asking about her witchy senses or whatever they were. she had shared with you before that when she was getting somewhere with someone, she would get dreams of the person and their soulmate in flashes. after that, the mark would appear on its own.

smiling sadly at you, she shakes her head no and your shoulders visibly slump. “hey hey!” she grabs your hand in hers, patting it gently. “don’t give up! there’s someone out there for you, I believe that.”

“I believe it too” you mumble, staring at the patterns of the wood counter. “but this is what I've been waiting for, doris. all my life, and I just can’t believe it’s taking even longer.”

“you doubting me, hon?” she asks with a joking smile, but you still panic.

“no no!” you hold your hands out in front of you, shaking your head furiously. “believe me, I know you’re legit in your practice. I wouldn’t be here still if I didn’t, I'm just...” trying to find the right words, you come up with nothing. doris’ laugh rings through your ears at your defensiveness. kitty walks over on the counter to rub himself against you and you nestle your cheek onto his fur. it’s like he sensed your frustration and sadness and came over to cheer you up.

“when you chase something for so long, it won’t come so easily when there’s finally a solution in front of you” doris reminds you. “the universe is petty like that so don’t beat yourself up.”

petting kitty’s scruff, you cup his face in your hands and make eye contact with him. your cheeks are puffed out and nose scrunched. “is there something wrong with me kitty?” you coo. “am I really not meant for anyone?”

you tried hard to forget hyunjae’s words that day in your dorm, but you just couldn’t. you knew he only said it out of anger, but they still cut deep. deciding to keep the fight from doris, you’ve pushed it far into the back of your mind along with that stupid kiss. you wondered how he was doing during this stressful time for all college kids, but you knew it would be weird to reach out now. it was too late.

kitty lets out a meow at your question and you almost melt at the sound, placing your forehead against his tiny one. doris on the other hand, raises an eyebrow and looks at her cat quizzically. something else about her and kitty, she claims she could understand everything he said and that to you, was a little harder to believe. you still indulged her here and there, like when kitty meowed at her once and she said that he said he was cold, so she turned down the air.

“you’re right kitty,” she says and you turn to look at her expectantly. “he said that maybe your no mark is your soulmate mark.”

you freeze at that. hyunjae. you’re brought back to that day on campus, when you first met. his words ring in your ears and you drop your hands onto the counter, scoffing in disbelief.

no soulmate mark can be a soulmate mark if you allow it.

you even said it yourself, that night at the museum when hyunjae was by your side.

the universe has other plans for you.

kitty meows again, gaining your attention. you feel like doris in that moment, understanding exactly what kitty was trying to say to you. doris is smiling to the side, chin resting on her hand. abruptly standing up, the chair you were on scapes the floor. “doris,” you say calmly, apologies in your eyes. “I think I'm gonna stop coming in for these meetings.”

you think she’s gonna be mad, offended even, but instead she’s smiling even wider. she jumps up with you, clapping excitingly. “go!” she ushers you out the door and you’re confused as to if she knew what you were going to do. “go get him, babe. you deserve to be happy.”

edit - (mani’s notes: pls listen to war with heaven by keshi until the end)

you’re running. you don’t know where you’re running to or why you’re running, but you’re running.

coming to the sudden realization that you did, in fact make the wrong choice trying to get a soulmate mark, you felt utterly disappointed with yourself. you hoped it wasn’t too late like you thought it was. you hoped he didn’t hate you for kicking him out of your dorm with disdain dripping from your voice. you hoped he felt the same.

hyunjae had been there for you when you were at your lowest, when you expected to be alone. hyunjae had been there to pick you back up and put you back together again when you got dumped the first time and then, the second time with jaehyun. he had been there for you, not because he was lonely and wanted you to be lonely with him, but because he cared. he knew exactly what you were feeling even if he didn’t say it and you were so stupid to think otherwise. the gorgeous boy didn’t have a mark like you and he made it his personal mission to get you to where he was with the fact that he didn’t have one: at peace.

it was like he was sent to you that day on campus from the stars, but you foolishly ignored all the signs. too blinded by your own misery, but you wanted to make it right. you just hoped he would be able to forgive you.

now, you didn’t know where hyunjae lived. you’ve never been over to his place since he was always at yours, but you were running through the chilly streets trying to find him. it was better to start at school since it was finals week and he’d most likely be in the library like he always is. breathless, you made your way through the shelves trying to keep your heavy breathing at bay in order to not disturb the other students. searching and searching from table to table, you couldn’t find the familiar brown mop of curls anywhere.

dejected, but not wanting to give up right now, you left. the nighttime security had to scold you for running through the library to which you replied with a sheepish smile as you slowed down your steps. when you made it back outside you started sprinting towards the parking garage, hoping you’d catch him before he left campus. he had to know how you felt, even if the feelings weren’t reciprocated and he was upset with you for being harsh. his words still repeated in your mind like a mantra, no mark can be a soulmate mark.

running across the entrance and exit of the lot, you’re met with bright headlights as the oncoming vehicle comes to a screeching halt. the driver exits the car, furious that you almost costed him a life’s worth of insurance (literally) and you let out a breath of relief when you see who it is.

“are you fucking crazy?” hyunjae yells, marching right at you. “do you wanna die? running around so recklessly.”

“hyunjae!” you yell, frantically. “hyunjae, hyunjae hyunjae!” running up to him, you grip him by the arms and he looks like he wants to shake you off. you don’t care. “hyunjae! I was looking for you!”

he makes a face, despite the pounding in his heart. “for what? to yell at me again?”

“no no,” you shake your head frantically, shaking him slightly as well. “I have to tell you something.”

“congratulations,” he says bitterly. “you found your soulmate, I wish you the best. can you let go of me now?”

“I didn’t get the mark” you say happily and hyunjae’s confused. “I left doris in the middle of our session.”

“okay...” he says suspiciously, “what does that have to do with me?”

shaking him again, you let out a scream that startles the boy. you’re too pumped from all the adrenaline you got from running, almost getting hit, and finding the person you were looking for. “you ask too many questions. shut up and listen!”

“hyunjae,” you start, a little calmer now. the lights from hyunjae’s car shines on the two of you and you can see every bit of his face that you’ve missed so much. “on my way here, I've been thinking a lot about what you said thanks to a black cat named kitty. no mark can be a soulmate mark if you allow it, right? well, kitty told me the same thing and hyunjae, those words are so true.”

he says nothing, even if he had questions about why you were talking to a cat and you continue. “some days, I woke up not knowing who the hell I was,” you say softly this time, coming closer. “through all the repeated heartbreak and anger, I was slowly losing myself until you came along with your stupid pack of tissues. you’ve been there for me when you didn’t need to and I'm so sorry that I pushed you away like that because I was selfish.”

“what are you trying to say, y/n?” he asks you, eyes soft and bearing into yours.

“you said the universe has other plans for me,” you smile at him, affection dripping from your voice. “and that plan is you. you’re the one I've been waiting for this whole time. I was just too blinded by my obsession with a mark to see that I didn’t need one to know who I was meant to be with, forever.”

hyunjae takes a step forward, hands coming up to caress your jaw. you lean into his touch, finally feeling at home. “don’t push me off this time, okay?”

giggling, you nod. he leans in and this time the kiss is slow, unlike the one shared in your dorm. there’s no sparks like in the movies, there’s no fireworks that light up behind your eyes as you kiss him, but it was still perfect. as his lips molded with yours, it’s like everything inside you clicked. your stars becoming aligned with every brush of his thumb against your cheek. heart mending back together again as you both mutter words of affirmations against your lips’. he took his time with you, kissing you deeply just to show how long he’s also been waiting for you, too.

pulling apart, he rests his forehead against yours. “you were perfectly made for me,” he whispers, breath fanning your lips. “I have waited so long for you.”

your moment was cut short when someone honks their horn. with frightened eyes, you both turn to look at the only other car in the lot. sticking his head out of the window is jaehyun with a bright smile on his face. on the other side, you assume it’s his soulmate who is also sticking her head out of the window with a grin full of admiration. you can’t help but laugh at the irony of it all. “get out of the way, lovebirds!” he yells, honking his horn again. “some of us have finals to cry over!”

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jackrrabbit · 5 years ago

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Sleepless /// Tanjiro x f!reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! I'm not entirely sure on how to request since this is my first time EVER requesting something here on tumblr 😳😳 so im not sure if im doing this right,,,but um,,,,could you do a soft dom! tanjiro kamado x reader nsfw??? (he's aged up of course)

A/N: Y’all I’ve been working on this practically since I made this gd blog…idk why it took so long since I LOVE the concept. Reader is a traumatized bby who just needs her kitty licked ✊😔 and honestly same

Tags/warnings: soft dom, daddy vibes but without the ‘daddy’ (onii-chan vibes?), brief mentions of past demon violence & PTSD, fluff?, historical inaccuracies probably, reader is implied to be inexperienced, mild overstimulation, lowkey yandere lowkey romantic who knows, all characters are adults

It starts out with little things. Harmless things. Tanjiro sees you barely ate anything at dinner, and later that night he comes to your bedroom with a plate of food for you. “You should eat,” he tells you.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, almost a little petulantly. The food looks good and you know he’s trying to be nice, but you’re not a child. You can take care of yourself, and even when you can’t it’s not his job to do it for you.

“Eat,” he says again softly. It’s not a command. It’s like he already knows you’re going to eat, and he’s just patiently waiting for you to give in.

You pick up the chopsticks and eat the food he prepared for you. All of it. Tanjiro sits there and watches and then when you’re done, he smiles at you and pats your head and takes the plate away. You think it’s weird, but the next morning you don’t question it. He’s a big brother to everyone—doesn’t it make sense that he would want to make sure you’re eating enough?

He probably can’t help it.

You decide you’re going to let it slide, until a few days later after breakfast with him and the others when Tanjiro pulls you aside and holds your face in his hands and tells you you’re looking a little tired lately—are you getting enough sleep?

The truth is that you aren’t. You want to deny it, but somehow you have a hard time lying to him. “I used to sleep with my siblings in our bed, so it’s hard to fall asleep since…” since the demon who made you an orphan murdered them. “And, you know. Nightmares.”

Tanjiro understands. Of course he understands! He used to have five younger siblings, did you know that? Now Nezuko has her own room and the rest…well, you’ve heard the story. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re by yourself, isn’t it? He’s been there.

“How many hours are you sleeping every night? On average?”

You’re trying too hard to ignore the brush of his callused fingertips over your cheekbones, so you tell him the truth without meaning to. “Um, like four hours? On a good day?”

His eyes go wide and suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around one of yours and squeezing, maybe a little too tight. “Is that the truth, (Y/N)? Four hours is too little. Sleep deprivation isn’t good for you.”

“I know, but—”

“No. The next time you have trouble getting to sleep, I want you to come to my room.” You open your mouth to mount a denial, but he frowns and cuts you off. “Promise me. Okay? It’s really bad for your health, so promise.”

And once again, you say yes even though you don’t want to.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine, you think. You’ll just pretend you’re sleeping better. Tonight you’ll lay in bed with your eyes open and stare at the ceiling and try to listen to your own breathing, in and out and in and out, and hope it drowns out the memories that stick fast in your head whenever you’re by yourself. Then when you’ve been laying in the dark for a few hours, you’ll finally fall asleep and all your nightmares will play out in technicolor and you’ll do your best to be quiet so you don’t wake anyone else up and in the morning you’ll splash cold water on your face to make your eyes less puffy and pinch your cheeks to get some color in them and it’ll be fine.

You can take care of yourself. You have to, since everyone else is gone. So you’re not sure why, when the sun goes down and you’re looking into the face of another sleepless night, you find yourself knocking on the door of Tanjiro’s bedroom.

Maybe it’s just that he made you promise. You hate breaking your promises.

He lets you in, the half-asleep affect mixing with the same caring, serene look as always (and it’s a little insulting that he’s not surprised at all). Tanjiro sits on the bed first and you can’t help staring at him in the flickering orange lamplight. He’s more muscular than you remembered, and taller than when you first met. He can play the role of a big brother all he likes, but he’s still an adult. A man. And he’s not family.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you say, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Tanjiro murmurs as he lies down, his voice still scratchy with sleep. Somehow it relaxes you. He just has that way about him—when he says it’s okay, it feels okay.

Tanjiro pats the spot on the bed next to him. It looks really warm, and there’s a winter chill in the air even though it’s only September. It’s a bed made for one person, but Tanjiro—ever considerate—has moved over to one side to make space for you.

“Come on. Come sleep,” he instructs in that soft, non-demanding way of his. So you sit down on the edge of the bed and (carefully, carefully, like you’re making your way into a hot bath) fold your legs and pull the covers over you so you’re lying next to him. The bed is even warmer than you thought it’d be. Tanjiro radiates heat—he’s so warm, you think, how fitting—and then before you know it you’re drifting into the first dreamless sleep you’ve been afforded in a very long time.

That first night, you sleep with a good six inches of space between the two of you. You don’t want to touch him, don’t want to cross that invisible boundary—at first. But it doesn’t matter, because every time you wake up next to him, you’re curled up to his side like a puppy seeking warmth. It’s not like he minds. Judging from the gentle smile on his face when he wakes you up in the morning (and tells you that you should go back to your room before anyone notices you’re not there) he likes it.

Never again, you think. No way. But you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long, and it’s nice to be well-rested for once, and the next evening you only lie in your bed for fifteen minutes before you’re knocking on Tanjiro’s door again, silently asking if you can take advantage of his kind nature for just one more night.

He says yes. Of course he does. So you sleep next to Tanjiro again, you keep half a foot of space between you again, and you wake up hugging him. Again. And then you do it the next night, and the next night, sleeping beside Tanjiro over and over until you no longer bother trying to leave room between your body and his.

Is this okay? you wonder sometime around the two-week mark. It’s the longest you’ve gone without having nightmares since the demon came. Sometimes you think you’re betraying your loved ones by trying not to think about their deaths; letting yourself off easy while they suffered. You tell this to Tanjiro while the two of you are lying back to back under his blanket, quietly enough that (you hope) if he’s already sleeping you won’t wake him.

He hears you, and he turns around and lays his arm around your waist. “Don’t be silly…of course they wouldn’t want you to be unhappy.”

“But how do you know?”

“I know.” Tanjiro’s voice is half muffled by your hair, but it’s steady. “You believe me, don’t you.”

You do.

“Don’t think about that anymore.” His hold on your waist gets a little bit tighter, arms a little bit less forgiving.

“I won’t,” you say, hoping that the promise will be enough. The two of you fall asleep like that, and when you wake up in the morning it’s the first time ever that you haven’t moved in the night.

As if it wasn’t enough to be spending every night together, at some point you start to dream about him too. Usually it’ll just be a flash or a snippet that you barely remember once you wake—the reassuring tone of his voice, a smell like a campfire, or a few notes of laughter—but tonight you’re watching him train in the courtyard. In the dream, he moves through his forms with inhuman grace, position to position to position, balanced with perfect agility like he’s a dancer and not a swordsman. With how beautiful it is, you can almost forget the raw power behind his movement, the strength that has subjugated more demons than you care to know.

He pauses to stretch, rolling his shoulders back, and you notice that he’s shirtless (which is how you know it’s a dream). Tanjiro’s arms flex as he raises the blade into position, and the sun shimmers over the thin sheen of sweat on his chest. He looks ethereal like this, and as you sit on the porch and watch him, you feel heat stir inside of you that has nothing to do with the sunlight.

Tanjiro, you call out softly. He looks around to you, deep red eyes resting on yours, and whips the blade down to replace it in its sheath.

Can I come closer? The grass is cool and wet under your bare feet as you pad lightly into the courtyard toward him. You can taste the humid summer air in your mouth. Fingers tangle themselves in your hair, tilting your head up to meet his.

Tanjiro…

“(Y/N)?”

Tanjiro’s voice cuts through the dream and you scrunch your eyes shut, reluctant to leave the dream world where he wants to touch you, not out of pity or because he thinks it’s his duty to take care of you but because he wants to. But it’s too late—his hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you out of your slumber. “(Y/N)? You said my name.”

“Sorry, I…sorry.”

“What were you dreaming about?”

He kissed you, in your dream. Now that you’re looking at the real version, your cheeks feel warm…and so does that same spot below your belly. Suddenly the room feels uncomfortably hot, and you wish you weren’t trapped under the covers with Tanjiro. You shift your legs to try and get a little more air between the two of you, but the heat persists.

“I think I should go back to my room.” You must be sweating—you feel damp for some reason. He’s too close.

Tanjiro ignores you. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I—you,” you admit. “You were training.”

“And?”

“And…I don’t know. It’s kind of warm in here, isn’t it? I think I’ll just…” You push the cover aside and sit up, but before you can get yourself off the bed, Tanjiro is tugging you back down, holding to the mattress so he can hover over you in that way he likes.

“Tell me,” he says to you, voice as firm as it is gentle. Sleep-mussed locks of red hair flop over his forehead but his face is serious, and you can’t look away.

“You kissed me,” you whisper.

That takes him by surprise. You can tell by the way his eyes widen, but his hold on you doesn’t ease up. You want to die. Why did you say that? He’ll think you’re disgusting, sleeping next to him in his bed and having perverted dreams about him. Why couldn’t you have just lied? Why can’t you ever lie to him?

“I’m going back to my bedroom.” You try to project more confidence than you actually feel, but there’s no use. Tanjiro doesn’t seem like he’s going to let you get away from him any time soon.

He’s straddling your body carefully, one elbow folded next to your head while his other hand comes up to stroke your cheek. “Your face is all red.”

“You’re…you’re too close.”

“I don’t think I’m close enough. You have goosebumps, look...” Tanjiro folds up the sleeve of your sleep shirt, exposing your arms to view. “…here…and here, too…”

His hands are wandering further down to the hem of the shirt, pushing it up so slowly and gently that you’re not even sure it’s happening until you feel him stroking over your belly. It’s true, you do have goosebumps. It feels like every hair on your body is standing on end. “Tanjiro…?”

“I guess you haven’t been able to touch yourself, since we’ve been sleeping together. That kind of repression is bad for your health. Even I’ve been a little…frustrated.”

Your mind has to work overtime to understand what he’s telling you as he strokes over your stomach and onto the sensitive skin of your sides, and then up to the flesh covering your ribs. His thumb teases over the underside of one of your breasts for a second, but the shock must have shown on your face because he retreats immediately.

“I’m not. I’m not frustrated,” you say, knowing he won’t believe you.

Tanjiro shakes his head in dismissal. “I don’t think that’s true, (Y/N).”

What are you supposed to say? Of course it’s not true. But admitting that you’ve been feeling heated around him lately would ruin everything, so refuse to say it. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say it. Can I prove it to you?”

What does he mean? Your head jerks up and down in acquiescence. You barely have to wait a moment before Tanjiro’s hands are slipping down your sides to the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. A tap on your hipbones prompts you to lift your hips and let him remove the clothing, not that you know why you’re complying so blindly.

Just like you always do.

Is he still trying to take care of you? Putting himself in a caretaker’s role because he thinks you need him? This is going a little far, too far maybe, but you can’t deny you want this. The heat of his body is no longer stifling—instead, it feels like it’s pulling you into him.

When your pants are out of the way, Tanjiro reaches into your underwear and dabs against your slit. It’s not until you feel his finger sliding between the puffy lips of your cunt that you realize how wet you are…and of course he can feel it too. Your knees jerk together to try and push him away from you but he’s unfazed, his touch steadily becoming more intrusive as he seeks out the syrupy dampness from your pussy.

“What am I feeling right now? I want you to tell me.”

“You’re—you’re touching me?” you gasp out.

“And you’re all wet. You can’t tell me you haven’t been frustrated when you’re getting this wet with just my fingers.” At this, you feel him prodding deeper into your pussy and stretching you open.

“Nn—okay, fine! Fine!” The words come out of you in a rapid burst, and you finally muster up the resolve to push Tanjiro away from you by his shoulders. “I’ll go back to my room and deal with it, okay? You don’t have to do it for me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can trust you to take care of this problem by yourself. You’ve been lying to me about your needs.”

You wish he wasn’t able to be so calm while you feel like your entire face is on fire. He pulls his hand out of your panties and backs up on the bed so his torso is framed between your legs. “Can you let me help you, (Y/N)? Let me take care of you.”

You lick your lips without realizing you’re doing it, and Tanjiro’s eyes follow the motion. You can barely comprehend what he’s asking. You want it. You want his hands on you; you want to be taken care of in the way he’s offering. But whether or not you can actually ask for it is another story. “Tanjiro…”

“You need this. I know you do.” He skims his palm over your bare thigh in a soothing motion that, oddly enough, puts your barbed nerves a fraction at ease. “I want you to be honest with me about what you need.”

It’s too much. The warmth of his body so tantalizingly close to yours, his shadowed eyes searching yours for a response you don’t know how to give him…and the sticky mess in your panties. Tanjiro’s giving you a free pass to get something you’ve wanted for longer than you can comfortably admit to yourself, and you’re not sure you could deny him if you tried. What can you tell him except the truth? “I want you. I need you.”

“Good girl. See how good it feels to be honest?” Tanjiro bows down and mouths over your pussy through the wet spot on your panties.

It’s not the honesty that feels good, you think as his tongue pads at you through the fabric.

Too impatient to wait another second to taste you, Tanjiro nudges your rear up and slides your panties down your legs. As soon as you kick the undergarment off your feet, he’s pulling your thighs back apart and curling his thickly-muscled arms around them to hold you securely as his head dips back down to your bare pussy. He wastes no time in laving his tongue over your slit and up to the button at the top.

The sensation of this hot, wet muscle pressing up against your most private area is…weird, to say the least. You’ve never felt anything like this—to be honest, you don’t even know exactly what Tanjiro’s doing. When you think about what’s actually happening on this bed—your (friend? partner? bedmate? crush?) ally has his mouth angled between your legs and is licking your pussy—you think you might spontaneously combust. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and however strange the feeling is, you’re more than aware of your hips grinding up toward Tanjiro just so you can feel more of it.

“Here, let me help…” Tanjiro effortlessly lifts you to place a pillow under your lower back, and then moves back down to continue his relentless licking, this time at a new angle that allows him full access to every millimeter of your raw cunt. He’s eating you out like your pussy is the last meal he’ll ever have.

And how can he help it? You taste so good, so sweet on his lips and over his tongue. You must have been in so much pain lying next to him every night with your desire leaking out between your thighs. Just thinking about is making heat rise low in his groin, and his grip on you is getting tighter by the second. How awful that you tried to keep this to yourself…it was remiss of him not to realize before tonight that you needed him so badly.

But it’s going to be alright, because judging from the muffled noises you’re making, every swipe of his tongue licking up your slit is more than making it up to you.

You probably don’t realize how much your hips are wiggling under his minstrations. He barely has to exert any effort to keep you still, but the way you keep trying you push yourself closer to him is enticing, not to mention the way you’re trying (and failing) to keep your voice down through your moans.

“Tanjiro…T-Tanjiro,” you whimper. It’s like you can’t think of anything except for his name. All of your attention is focused on the pressure building up deep in your core, each stroke of his tongue over your clit taking you higher and higher. You feel tense…wound up so tightly that you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from letting the shallow puffs of air turn into full-fledged cries.

Just like that, please, please… You think the words rather than saying them, even though you want to. It’s too humiliating to be begging Tanjiro for more while he’s already giving you more than you deserve, but it’s almost like he heard you anyway, because his tongue writhes down across your clit again and your back arches up off the bedspread.

Your thighs twitch around his head, trying involuntarily to hold him down. He just chuckles and keeps you firmly in place, and his voice hums out over your pussy making feel even more wild. “Please, I’m—I’m cumming…” Your voice trails off and you crush the heels of your palms into your face to cover up your expression while the wave of pleasure hits you so hard you think you might faint.

Tanjiro doesn’t stop. You’re crying out in whimpers so high-pitched he can barely hear them, but he doesn’t stop. The delicate muscles in your pussy are throbbing under his tongue, but he doesn’t stop licking until you’re almost crying, panting out “it’s too much it’s too much, please Tanjiro” and pushing his head away with your hand.

When he finally pulls away, his hair is tangled and disarrayed from where you’ve been running your hands through it, and his mouth and jaw are shining wet. Tanjiro licks his lips and if you didn’t feel shaky before…you do now.

It takes a second for the power of thought to return to you, but when it does you just sigh weakly and flop back down onto the bed. Tanjiro’s next to you before you hit the pillow, and he grips your jaw with one hand to angle your head to meet his, and—

He’s kissing you. He’s actually kissing you. His lips are surprisingly soft over yours, but as usual there’s an unnecessary degree of pressure attached to the contact that has you sinking deeper into your blankets under his force. You can detect the lush, slightly bitter taste of your arousal coating the inside of his mouth as his tongue (skillful as ever) traces over yours. Tanjiro is kissing you, and it’s a hundred times better than any dream you could come up with on your own, so you kiss back.

It takes him a long moment to break the kiss, long enough that your lungs are pleading for air by the end of it. When his lips leave yours, a thin trail of saliva connects the two of you until it breaks and drips down your chin.

“Tanjiro…” You search for the right words, but what are you supposed to say at a time like this? “I…what did we just do?”

“Shh, don’t worry.” Tanjiro leans in again, this time just to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, okay?”

You take a moment and then duck your head into a nod. It doesn’t make any sense—how does he do that?—but once he says it’s okay it always is.

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fuwushiguro · 4 years ago

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@dabitdabi Welcome to playmate life gorgeous! Hawks is one of my favourites to write so thank you so much for sending him my way, I hope this is worth the wait!!

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event, feel free to participate!!

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut, (idk if this might be a bit fluffy too??)

Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (female receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

Words: 3.5k

This wasn’t your first Playboy party, and you were sure it wouldn’t be your last. You’d been working as a bunny for around three months now, the first party was a little overwhelming, but the other girls were more than happy to hold your hand through the whole experience. The more parties you attended, the more comfortable you became. You never worried about guests being inappropriate, you weren’t just employees to your boss. You were bunnies, and you deserved to be treated with respect like everyone else attending the parties, you were the stars and made these extravagant events what they were.

You knew being a bunny came with the connotation of being hypersexualised, but becoming a bunny was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You weren’t one of the most popular bunnies since you were a little shy, but you were known by all of the guests who regularly attended these parties. You were often tagged in photos where you’d posed with guests. They’d always leave little comments that made you smile. You had the best job in the world.

Your first instance of trouble came at this particular party. You’d never experienced any guests acting unseemly, but this evening was different. You leaned over the bar to collect a tray of shots to walk around with, when you felt somebody tug on the tail attached to your corset. You ignored it at first, understanding that guests enjoyed playing with the bunnies. However when the assailant delivered a stinging spank to your ass cheek, your attention snapped in their direction. You recognised the man, he was a gruff looking entrepreneur who’s name you couldn’t place right now. It was apparent that he was drunk, you hoped it was just a little bit of teasing. He became a little more aggressive with you, begging you to kiss him and spend the night with him. There were no members of security nearby, but a few of your fellow bunnies did their best to help you get away from him, to no avail.

“Hey, get away from her.” You heard someone speak. You turned to face the soft voice, and struggled to see the man who had came to your defence through your bleary eyes. The drunk man tried to argue. Quickly you rubbed the droplets out of your vision so you could see who was helping you. Before the drunkard could state his case, your rescuer had grabbed him and pulled him towards a member of security to deal with. Some of your friends crowded you and coddled you, making sure you were okay after what happened. The blonde-haired hero came to check on you once he’d dealt with the situation. Before you could think, you rose to your feet with tears flowing from your eyes and ran to the nearest bathroom. You locked yourself in a stall while you broke down, feeling bad that your makeup would be ruined. You hoped that you wouldn’t get in too much trouble for taking the rest of the night off, but you’re sure that the other girls would defend you and explain the situation. You wouldn’t be surprised if the man who groped you got banned from attending these parties. There is a strict policy against any fornication at work, it was a fireable offence. But guests also had a one strike and you’re out rule, they mostly knew better than to try anything as brash as that man had, but he’d regret it now that he wouldn’t be invited to return ever again.

While you continued to cry, you heard the door squeak open, and footsteps approach your stall. You sniffed slightly, but mostly tried to calm yourself down. You couldn’t cry all evening after all, you didn’t want to give yourself a headache. You waited for the person to reveal themselves, assuming it was one of your friends. It would have been hard to tell who was who from the crack under the stall door. You were all in the same uniforms after all. But the shoes were nothing like your uniforms. It was a man, clearly, wearing a pair of bulky black boots and tan trousers.

“Um,” You sniffed, “Sir this is the ladies bathroom.” You alerted him, sure he already knew.

“Yeah, I know, I just wanted to check on you birdie.” He spoke back to you.

“I’m a bunny not a bird.” You corrected him, completely glossing over the pet name he’d decided to give you.

“Yeah I was just, never mind… You’re okay right? Can you come out here?” He queried. Obvious concern in his voice. You declined, you didn’t want him to see you like this. Your eyes were clouded with unshed tears. Your mascara had ran down your cheeks and you were sure your foundation underneath had probably ran too. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he asked you again… and again… and again…

“Fine.” You responded.

You flushed your crumpled up pieces of tear-stained toilet roll away and unlocked the door. His expression flickered from concern to sympathy as he saw how upset you were. You walked by him so that you could wash your hands, and you noticed in the mirror that he walked into the cubicle you’d just left. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but he returned to your side with several layers of toilet roll. When you washed and dried your hands, he ran the toilet roll under the tap. He cupped your face in one of his hands and lightly dabbed the damp tissue into your cheeks and under eyes. He was trying to help you; he was trying to tidy up your appearance. Why was he being so sweet?

“I think that just might make it worse.” You announced, knowing you were right.

“Okay then. Show me what I need to do.” He requested, “Please let me help you, I don’t want to see you upset like this over that scumbag.” He explained. Your heart clenched a little he was so caring and considerate; you could almost feel your heart melting. You took him by the hand and led him out of the bathrooms. You knew there were a lot of areas off limits and you’d risk losing your job, but you wanted to spend more time with your saviour and give him the chance to help you out again.

☆ ☆ ☆

You brought him to the bunny dressing room. You barged in with him assuming your co-workers wouldn’t be here, but one of them was sitting in a dressing chair topping up her makeup.

“You know you can’t bring people in here to hook up!” She reminded you.

“We aren’t here for that!” You protested, feeling extremely embarrassed. You felt the heat rise to your face and you tried to change the subject, “He just saved me from some trouble, please don’t tell anyone, he’s just checking on me.” You stated, hoping she’d take pity on you.

“Oh I don’t care, you know I won’t tell. I’m just about finished here so I’ll let you love birds do what you need to do.” She teased as she exited the glamorous pink dressing room.

You tried to protest once again before she left but it was too late. The honey-haired man smiled but decided not to join in the teasing. He simply requested that you show him what he needed to do to help you fix your makeup. But instead, you gave him your removal kit. You were done for the evening, there was no way you could go back to work when you felt the way you did. You both smiled and giggled sweetly as he did his best to remove your makeup for you. You chatted a little and got to know each other better, you found out his name was Keigo and he was a friend of the hosts. Once your makeup was off, you gave him a grateful, “thanks” and stood to your feet. The least you could do was escort him back downstairs before you turned in for the night.

“You know angel, you look just as cute without makeup as you do with.” He told you. You were stopped in your tracks as you couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. “Don’t you wanna hang out a little while before I have to leave?” He wondered, hoping you’d stick around. You knew that you shouldn’t, but you were too drawn to the handsome stranger that you couldn’t resist. You sat back down on the comfortable carpet with him and couldn’t help but coyly shy as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“Thanks again for saving me Keigo.” You repeated, you were so grateful for his help. You were sure that security would have helped you sooner or later, but you were truly fortunate that Keigo had been there to rescue you from his clutches.

“It really shook you up, didn’t it baby?” He sweetly questioned, “Have you never had to deal with something like that before?” He added. You shook your head.

“It was scary, obviously, but it wasn’t just that.” You expressed, not sure why you felt so comfortable sharing your personal life with this man.

“What do you mean?” He asked you, placing a hand on your leg. He stroked over your pantyhose with his thumb as he held onto you.

“Oh… I’m not sure I should say,” You started, “It’s a little embarrassing.” You followed. He didn’t speak, instead he just stared intensely into your sweet eyes, willing you to continue if you felt like it. You kept stuttering, starting and stopping your sentence as you tried to get the confidence to confide in him.

“Birdie, I promise I won’t judge you if you want to tell me.” He soothed, hoping to help you get your words out.

“It’s just… I’ve never…” You began. You screwed your eyes shut as you couldn’t bare to look at him when you finished your sentence, “I’m a virgin.” You blurted out. Your eyes were already closed but you felt so exposed you decided to cover your face with your hands too. You were so embarrassed; you were sitting with a guy who seemed too cool for school and probably had a wild sex life. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you opened your eyes and he was gone. But instead, you felt him grab your wrists and remove your hands from your face. Instinctively you opened your eyes, and right at that moment Keigo planted a delicate kiss onto your lips.

“I’m sorry if that was a little forward, I just wanted to show you it doesn’t bother me.” He smiled as he parted from your lips slightly. It was your first kiss, you weren’t upset. If anyone had to steal your first kiss, you weren’t mad about it being this beautiful stranger.

“Can we, um, do that again?” You asked, the words left your mouth and you instantly began to cringe. You hated how awkward you were, but he just had this effect on you. But before you could overthink your graceless comment, his lips were on yours once again.

You got lost in the feeling of his soft lips on yours. He tasted so heavenly; you couldn’t get enough. He got more adventurous and slipped a tongue into your mouth. You weren’t sure what to do so he did his best to guide you. Once you eased into it a little more, your kissing became more frenzied. You couldn’t get enough of each other. What started off soft and sweet became hot and passionate, but you knew you had to hold back. You couldn’t risk getting caught with him or you’d risk losing your job. He lightly groped your breast as his kissing traversed from your lips down to your neck. You couldn’t stop the moan that huffed from your lips, and you bucked against his thigh trying to gain some friction against your clothed cunt.

“You look fucking hot in that outfit.” He mumbled between kisses.

“Stop!” You raised your voice as you pushed yourself away from him.

“Did I do something wrong?” He wondered, confused by your sudden outburst.

“No, you’re great I’m sorry. It’s against the rules for Playmates to hook up with guests, I will lose my job if we’re caught.” You explained. Keigo nodded as if he understood, giving you an innocent smile as he planted a kiss on your lips once more.

“I get it. Sorry I got carried away.” He told you, picking himself off the ground. He held a hand out to you to help you to your feet, “I think I’ll get going. I’ll see you at the next party though, right?” He explained. You didn’t want to see him at the next party. You didn’t want him to leave. But you didn’t want to risk losing your job for the sake of keeping Keigo around. And you really didn’t want to throw your virginity at him just to prevent him from leaving.

“I, um…”

“I’ll have no reason to come to these things anymore if I don’t get to hang out with the prettiest bunny in the whole mansion.” He smiled, lightly brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You weren’t usually one for compliments. You knew guys would say anything to get in your pants. But there was something so sincere about Keigo. The way everything seemed so genuinely sweet and affectionate when he spoke to you. The way he made you feel like you were the only other person in the whole world with him. You loved being a bunny. You loved living with the girls and you loved all of the fun you had at the mansion. But you were in a role in which you were hypersexualised to everyone around you. How could they expect guests to not want to fuck you? How could you be expected to resist someone as sexy as Keigo? You didn’t think you’d lose your virginity like this, but who were you saving it for anyway?

☆ ☆ ☆

You pressed your lips against Keigo’s once again, and he was more than happy to respond. You began tugging at his clothes, indicating that you wanted them off. You didn’t break your kissing for more than a second. He took his jacket off while still deeply kissing you but removed himself quickly whilst he took off his t-shirt. You didn’t break the kiss either while you removed your high heels. You shrunk a few inches but Keigo didn’t mind leaning down a little further to keep smothering you in affection. He began to travel down to your neck once again but settled on the flesh of your breasts that were being hoisted up by your corset. You let out soft sighs as he continued. He crouched down slightly as he began fondling the bottom of your corset that resided between your thighs. He managed to unbutton it as he pulled down your sheer tights and panties. You were about to remove your corset when he asked you not to.

“You look too fucking good in that outfit to take it off.” He alerted you.

You felt slightly embarrassed by the praise, but it didn’t last long when he pulled you down to kiss him again, you were looming over him a little as you did. “Lie down.” He commanded. You did as you were told, eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. He parted your legs a little, he repeatedly kissed your leg as he travelled up towards your pussy. He spread your legs wider when he reached your sopping sex, and instantly got to work licking your clit. You moaned almost instantly at the contact as your body softened into his touch. He slowly plunged a finger in, carefully working your innocent interior.

“Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop, okay birdie?” He instructed.

“Y-yeah…” You moaned. You’d be crazy to want this feeling to end.

He latched back onto your clit. His licking started off slow, but he eventually picked up the pace. He alternated between licking and sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves all while still pumping his digit in and out of your tight cunt. The euphoric feeling caused you to writhe around on the ground. You were compelled to close your legs and clamp them around your lovers head, but he used his free hand to pin one of your legs to the ground while he continued working at your desperate cunt. He slipped another finger inside of you and continued his motions. He frantically began scissoring you open so he could prepare you for his cock. The sensations were too much, you hadn’t felt like this before. You felt a rising knot in your stomach and you were sure it was going to unfurl at any moment.

“P-please, Keigo I… I think I’m gonna.” You panted, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“No.” He spoke. Halting all actions. You were crushed. Why did he stop? You whimpered at the loss of contact and Keigo admired your little virgin hole clenching around nothing. You sat up a little, wondering what was going on. “Lie back down for me angel.” He commanded. You did as you were told, anticipating what he was doing. You knew instantly when you heard the unzipping of his pants. He was going to fuck you.

“Keigo… N-need it. Need it s’bad.” You whined. Your bratty voice earned a smirk from Keigo.

“Yeah? My mouth and fingers made you a little needy huh? I wanted to feel you cum around my cock.” He told you as he made contact with your dripping pussy. The feeling of him sliding his cock up and down your slit alone was heavenly. You were desperate for him to fill out your hole.

“Please, please fuck me now.” You requested.

He lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly sunk himself into you, making continuous eye contact with you as he did so. He was paying attention to every facial expression you made, he didn’t want to hurt you. He was impressed that you took him like champ, he completely bottomed out inside of you and he was more than ready to fuck your brains out.

He set a harsh pace almost instantly, he was aching with such a desperate need to cum. As soon as he saw you he knew that he had to have you tonight. He could see there was something untouched and innocent about you, but he didn’t expect you to be a fully fledged virgin. You were his now. No matter what you’d remember him as your first sexual encounter and no one would ever be able to compare.

He continued drilling into you, thoughts of owning you bringing him closer to his climax. Your arousal was rebuilding too. He began kissing you once again, although it was hard for each of you to focus. The building pleasure in the pair of you caused you both to occasionally moan into each other’s mouths. The sounds being devoured by each other arousing you more, bringing you closer and closer to your highs. He bent both of your legs up to your chest so he could continue pounding you at a deeper angle.

“K-Keigo,” You whimpered, “It hurts.” You expressed, not used to the feeling of him nudging your cervix.

“I’m sorry birdie, I’ll make it better I promise, I just-“ He stopped as he moaned through his speech. Making no attempt to change what he was doing to alleviate the pain you were feeling, “Cum for me baby you’ll feel better, I wanna feel you cum around me.” He huffed into your face. He reached down and began toying with your clit as he encouraged you to let yourself go. The contact was more than enough to send you over the edge. You were forced to keep constant eye contact with Keigo as he fucked you through your release. Your cunt clamped down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He rested his forehead on yours as you both came together, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.

You’d always heard mixed reviews about losing your virginity. You would either hear that it was a beautiful and romantic moment you should give to someone meaningful, or that it’s a terrible time and it has no meaning on your life. You didn’t know Keigo very well at all, but you felt grateful that he was the one you got to share your first time with. For someone who was a stranger, he truly did care about your enjoyment and keeping you safe. He was still between your legs, letting you warm his cock as he laid on top of you. He gently peppered kisses on your forehead and cheeks while stroking your hair.

You were lucky you hadn’t been caught, you were lucky that for now you still had a job. But if he comes back to the next mansion party, you knew that you wanted to do this with him again.

Thank you so much again for participating, it was a pleasure to write this and have you be a bunny for the night! I hope you enjoyed your experience at the party!!

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katsukikiss · 4 years ago

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JEALOUSY

JEAN x F!READER // COLLEGE AU // MINORS DNI!

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, cheating(ish?), oral m receiving, soft dom jean, face f*cking, suggestive dancing (w/connie and eren), alcohol use, reader is wayyy too flirty with others lol

Jean is a super kind and forgiving boyfriend, but what happens when you push his limits?

AN: idk wtf this is I just know I love this man and I had to write for him at some point, let me know if I should make a part two 😵‍💫

WC: 2.5k

Masterlist

The air was warm despite the sun being long gone. The summer was nearly over and classes would be starting up again soon. Obviously someone needed to throw one last hurrah before that, and your boyfriend and his friends were going to do just that. Jean was such a kind lover, and was a bit possesive in the beginning but now he was nothing but a sweetheart and kept saying how he couldn’t wait to dance with you later that night. You had known his friends for years, hanging out with them since you guys were freshmen and always staying in their shared house they had together. But their eyes would linger on you for too long, something your and your boyfriend had always noticed, but a sloppy tongue kiss or an ass grab would usually solve the issue. He trusted you, and trusted his friends for the most part…

They placed you in charge of getting drinks for the party since you always complained about the beverages they would offer. You and Sasha went together to buy some beer, seltzer and liquor. It wouldn’t be a party if there wasn’t snacks, or at least that was Sasha’s motto. You drove to one more store to pick up chips and pretzels before bringing your friend home and heading back to your boyfriends place.

You made your way up to Jeans room to finish getting ready. He was busy downstairs fixing up the basement with new LED lights since the old ones short circuited at the last party. You were probably too comfortable in his shared house, most of your clothes were here too. You undressed out of the t-shirt and shorts you were running errands in and sat on a chair in your bra and underwear. Music blasting, half naked, sitting in front of your boyfriends mirror applying makeup, you had no care in the world. You couldn’t hear the belligerent knocking on the door so they entered.

“CONNIE! GET THE FUCK OUT!” you squealed at the man who had just entered, instinctively throwing your arms over your chest, leaving your legs and panties exposed.

“MAYBE TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN AND I WOULDN’T HAVE BURSTED IN LIKE THIS” he yelled back at you, laughing at your flimsy attempt to cover yourself. You fumbled with the volume buttons on your phone before looking back at him.

“Can I help you?” you questioned, giving him the faintest tint of attitude.

“Nah, Jean asked me to grab some wire for the speakers, but I might stick around a little longer” he said with a sly smirk. Connie was never afraid to openly flirt with you, even in front of Jean, and it didn’t bother the two of you much, you knew it was all in good fun so sometimes you’d tease him back.

“Oh yeah?” you mused, removing your hands from your chest. “I dont think you’d last very long in here” His face turned bright red, as it always did when youd pretend to be interested in him. Before he could even answer Jean was barging into the room and instantly stood in between you two to cover your body from his friend.

“Find the wire?” Jean asked plainly. Connie nodded and swiftly made his way downstairs to finish setting up. Jean pressed a hand onto his door to close it before turning around to face you with a disapproving look.

“You know youre mine right? I dont need Connie doing something dumb later because you were teasing him” he growled at you. You looked up with innocent eyes and rutted your lower lip out. Your pouty face and adorable eyes made it hard for him to seriously be mad at you.

“Im sorry baby you know I was just messing around”

“Yeah yeah I know” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “hurry up though okay? People are gonna be here soon and I dont need more people seeing you like this”. You gave him a confirming nod and proceeded to finish applying your makeup, this time with the music playing a bit lower than before.

“To senior year!” Eren chanted and everyone repeated back “to senior year!” before you all downed shots of various liquors in the crammed kitchen. Jeans hand rested on your hip in a show of dominance. You were earning looks from his friends as well as some other senior guys you didn’t know. A tiny black dress was fitted to your figure, leaving very little to the imagination with the way it accentuated your curves.

“Y/N! Come dance with MEE” Sasha called out to you. You looked up at your boyfriend who nodded with a smile. He removed his hands from your body and watched you skip away to follow your friend down into the basement. He watched as a few others proceeded to make their way downstairs as well, as if they were following you.

The temperature of the basement was at least 5x hotter than the rest of the house because of all the bodies crammed into it. You were pretty drunk already, which is why the heat didn’t bother you or anyone else that much. Sasha pulled you through a sea of people to the back wall of the basement. The led lights outlined the ceiling with a purple glow that made it hard to see. You leaned onto the concrete for support because your head was spinning a bit after being bumped and pushed around while music was blaring. Your eyes attempted to refocus as you looked around for your friend.

“Stay here!!!! I will be right BACK okay?” she slurred. You lazily nodded as you watched the girl who brought you to this cave of a basement leave you alone. You scanned the dimly lit room for someone you knew, stumbling through the hoard. Two hands snaked their way onto your hips without you even noticing until your ass was aggressively pulled up against someones crotch. They forcibly swayed your hips in line with their own to the rhythm of the music. Your body stopped resisting and started to move on its own, the strangers hands no longer guiding you but rather holding on for the ride.

“Your ass feels so fuckin nice y/n” a familiar voice gruffed in your ear. You recognized it as Eren; Your body halted for a moment as you thought of your boyfriend, but he wouldn’t be mad at you right? It was all harmless fun, he was the only one that got to really have you at the end of the day. The alcohol in your system drowned out those thoughts as you bent over and shook your ass against him, his hips rutting forward to feel every little movement you were making while his hands dug into you. You heard him whisper ‘fuck’ a few times when you would throw your ass back into his groin.

When you snapped back up you felt a new pair of hands on you. The man behind you now had more rhythm in his actions, grinding his hips against you to the beat of the pop song that you could barely hear anymore. You turned your head slightly to see Connie, his eyes fixated on your gyrating curves while the rest of the men were watching. You laughed internally, faintly recalling what happened between you two earlier.

“I was waiting for my turn sexy” he whispered in your ear, his hot drunk breath making your neck feel sticky. You wrapped your arm back and hooked it around his neck while slithering up and down his body. Your vision was blurry and your head was all over the place. You could feel his bulge growing with every twist and turn you made. His hands made their way up your sides to the front of your body and onto your breasts, squeezing entirely too hard. You pulled yourself off of him instantly upon feeling his intrusive hands on your chest, it was as if the feeling snapped you out of the drunken haze you were in. You turned around to scowl at him, backing up a foot or two before you bumped into someones chest. Connies eyes left yours and looked up to the person behind you with a shred of fear. Turning to look up, you found relief in knowing it was your boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around Jean and pulled him in tightly. One hand of his rested on the top of your head but he never stopped looking at his group of friends.

“Had fun?” he growled at them. Eren walked away, annoyed that their fun was ruined. Connie hesitantly backed up before attempting to apologize over the noise. He left and made his way upstairs, fearing that if he stayed any longer Jean would really hurt him.

“What was that about?” he snapped at you. While he didn’t care if they tried to flirt with you, actually putting their hands on you was too far for him. You backed off of his chest before speaking.

“I didn’t think you’d be mad baby I’m sorryyyy, but don’t you wanna dance with mee?” you slurred. He didn’t have his usual soft expression this time and your adorable looks didn’t have any effect on him anymore.

“Not anymore, you’re coming with me” he demanded. His low tone made you weak, you knew what was coming next when he spoke to you like that. He latched onto your wrist and pulled you up the stairs, through the kitchen, pass Eren who gave you a wicked smile and wink, as if knowing exactly what was about to happen. You made your way up to his room, he scooped you up into his arms and threw you onto the bed and stood at the foot.

“I said I was sorry” you pleaded, desperation in your voice and eyes. He liked when you would beg for mercy like this, you wanted what was coming next but pretending like you didn’t was so much more fun.

“Oh I know baby, but sorry isn’t gonna cut it tonight” he hummed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and began crawling on top of you like a lion about to devour its prey. You felt so small underneath him and his presence. You could feel the heat from his breath on your neck as he leaned closer, and he could feel the heat between your legs as you pushed your hips forward. You were waiting to feel his mouth on your neck but he pulled away and got up from the bed, your face was visibly upset.

“You know I like to make you feel good sweetheart, but I don’t think you deserve that tonight, not after what you’ve done” he said, unbuckling the belt encasing his hips. He slipped it off and let his pants fall to the floor and signaled with a finger for you to come closer. You crawled across the bed and tugged at his boxers he still had on. He lowered them a bit and allowed his long thick cock to spring out onto your lips.

You gathered saliva and spit onto him, massaging it around with your hands. You kissed the tip a few times, giving it sweet little licks before wrapping your lips around and taking him in, your behind in the air while you descended onto his cock. His hands massaged at your legs as your head bobbed in an attempt to please your man and receive his forgiveness. He pulled you off his cock by your hair and flipped you over so your back was against the bed and your head was hanging off the side. He bent down to your ear and spoke.

“I think I deserve to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, especially since you were being such a slut tonight” he whispered. You nodded, a mix of concern and kexcitement on your face; he NEVER called you names like that before, but something about it was making you feel hot; you didn’t want it to end. He stood back up, your mouth hanging open waiting for him to use. Slowly, he pushed himself in, watching you struggle and gag from the sheer depths he was reaching in that position. He wrapped two hands around your neck and began to thrust ferociously, causing several tears to fall down your cheeks. His cock was pounding into your throat that could barely accommodate.

“Your my fuckin slut, you got that?” he growled at you, his voice shaky. You tried to reply but only gurgles came out. You loved this new side of Jean you were seeing, and wondered what else you could do to get him to treat you like this again. He could feel himself in that little throat of yours against his hands, and with every thrust he could see the bulge he was creating and it drove him wild. A sweet mixture of your gagging and his mumbles and groans filled the small room. His resolve was gone as his cock began to twitch, spewing his warm white seed down your throat. He had never came in your mouth before so you were surprised when he did, you felt so full with his cock and stuffed down your throat. He dragged himself out, a string of your saliva and his seed connecting you two to eachother before snapping apart.

“Open up sweetheart, I wanna see it” he said, looking at you upside down. You opened and allowed your tongue to hang out, exposing all of the sticky white fluid coating your mouth. He admired it all for a minute before he teasingly squeezed your cheeks together and stood up.

“You can swallow now” You gulped it down and coughed a bit, your throat sore from the abuse it just endured. Jean walked over to the bathroom and filled a glass with water and grabbed you a t-shirt. He sat down on the bed beside you, you stripped yourself of the little black dress you had on and slipped into the t-shirt.

“C’mere” he pulled you by the waist into his lap, “you know I love you right? I’m sorry if I was too rough” You nodded no, and nuzzled your face into his chest, his fingers drawing little circles on your back.

“I love you too Jean” you cooed. He was always so forgiving with you, never staying mad for too long, never going too far.

“How about we make a little more noise hm? Let my boys know who you really belong to” he suggested, a primal look in his eyes. Your legs quivered at the thought of Jean making you scream, and all of his friends getting hard just listening.

“Do it, make me scream” you whispered. In one swift motion he flipped you over onto your back and grabbed your face by the jaw, towering over you again like his prey.

“Im gonna make you regret that”

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tennessoui · 3 years ago

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Idk if you are still doing this. But 18 and 40?

i think you're my last one !!!

(all you need to know for this is that on monday i went to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum and today i went to the Smithsonian museum of natural history)

18. Someone’s birthday + 40. “It’s just hard for me to forgive you after everything that’s happened.”

"You said you'd be polite," Padmé murmurs just loud enough for Anakin to hear. "Civil. I think your actual words were, 'Yeah of course, Padmé, I won't even look in his direction!'"

"This me being polite," her friend mumbles from next to her, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the lineloium of the floor.

"You glared at him so hard the second he came in that he didn't even approach me," Padmé points out, exasperated. "I'm the birthday girl! He came to see me!"

"You see each other all the time," Anakin defends gruffly, crossing his arms. "You work in the same building. Look even your exhibits are next to each other."

He gestures with a hand to the doors on the other side of the lobby. One reads Hall of Fossils--Deep Time. The other, straight ahead, reads Ocean Hall.

"First of all, you do know we don't actually work in those exhibits, right?" Padmé checks. "And second of all, with the new funding the Deep Ocean Exploration team has just gotten--"

Anakin cuts her off with an angry huff of derision. She hides her smile behind her glass of champagne as she takes a sip.

"Don't even get me started on that, Padmé. I don't understand at all how they chose deep ocean exploration over my team's proposal! I don't think I'll ever forgive him after everything that's happened now! You know we needed that funding! Our satellite designs are flawless! NASA approved, even! We could be out there now, exploring the galaxies! But Obi-Wan Kenobi says a few words about the fucking ocean and suddenly half the nation is putting on flippers and oxygen tanks?"

Padmé has to bite her lip to control her urge to burst out laughing at the angry, petulant expression on Anakin's face.

"I bet he slept with someone," Anakin mutters mutinously as Padme watches him watch Obi-Wan Kenobi move across the room, talking with party-guests and waitstaff interchangeably. The man, in an appropriately tailored and casual suit, throws his head back when he laughs at something someone says to him, and he pats her on the arm. Anakin's jaw flexes.

"I think it's quite telling that you think he's attractive enough to sleep his way into millions of dollars," she says, taking a sip of her champagne. "I can't think of a single fuck in my entire life worth that much money."

Anakin splutters and his face turns red. "That's not what I--" he gets out.

But Padmé has had enough of both of them pretending that they don't think the sun revolves around the other. As much as Anakin hasn't taken his eyes off of Obi-Wan since the man walked in, Obi-Wan has been shooting just as many surreptitious glances at Anakin when he thinks the blond-haired man is looking somewhere else.

It's been years of this. Two years exactly, actually, of Padmé in the middle of two men who are at each other's teeth professionally but can't seem to stay away from each other in their private lives. She's lost track of the amount of times the two of them have broken into deafening arguments over lunch or dinner or drinks because "We should be spending more resources on exploring space!" "Only 5% of the ocean has been explored!" "I can tell you what's down there! Fish!" "And I can tell you what's in space! Rocks!"

Padmé is, quite frankly, sick of it now. She'd like her life much more if her two friends could decide what exactly they wanted from each other. But no, they argue and hate each other when they're together, but she'll post a photo to her Instagram of her and Obi-Wan and a new intern, and Anakin will be texting her not even five minutes later, asking who that guy is and why he's holding Obi-Wan's waist in the photo. Or Anakin will publicly and loudly declare his intention to get back into the dating scene, and Padmé will spend the next two or so weeks fielding questions from Obi-Wan about if Anakin's found any space nerds to date, how those days may be going, if anyone's come back for seconds....

"You didn't let me finish," Padmé says quickly, when she catches Obi-Wan's eye and smiles at him, certain that this will get him to come over. "I was saying that with the new funding, Obi-Wan might not be working at the museum anymore."

Anakin freezes beside her. "What?" he breathes out.

"There's an open position in a research facility in Hawai'i. He's been tapped for it. I don't know really if he plans to accept yet..." she says leadingly, but it's pretty clear pretty quickly that Anakin isn't listening anymore.

"He never told me that," he says in a very small voice.

He sounds so unsure, hurt, that Padmé almost regrets what she's about to say. "Why would he?" she asks anyway. "You were just saying how you would never forgive him for winning the funding. This just be perfect for you. He leaves, you never have to see him again."

Anakin's eyebrows furrow and he looks confused. Hurt. Angry. The perfect expression for Obi-Wan's arrival in front of the pair of them.

"Padmé!" Obi-Wan smiles as he leans in and kisses her cheek. "Happy birthday! Amazing celebration, I cannot believe they allowed you to host it in the museum itself."

"Well, you only turn 35 once," she smiles at him.

Obi-Wan nods seriously with a teasing grin on his face. "Now you're old enough to run for president and everything."

She laughs. "Me? A head for politics? I'm not sure. But," she says slyly when it's very clear Anakin isn't going to say anything himself, too busy staring at the side of Obi-Wan's face with an intense, creepy sort of glare. "If anyone I know does, I think it'd be you. Ani and I were just talking about how they granted funding to your proposal the other day. Congratulations!"

"Thank you, thank you," Obi-Wan says graciously, but his smile has become fixed and his eyes dart over to Anakin.

Anakin, who decides to take this moment to figure out how to speak again. "When do you leave?" he asks in an angry, harsh tone. Padmé sighs to herself. She should have known a surprised and hurt Anakin turns to fury before he turns to acceptance, especially where Obi-Wan Kenobi is concerned.

"Pardon?" Obi-Wan asks politely, turning his body to face only Anakin. Padmé tries not to sigh again. She should be used to this, the way their eyesight narrows to only each other.

But on her birthday, really?

Anakin's jaw flexes as he gnashes his teeth together. There's nothing Ani hates more in the world than someone acting as if his question is a silly question.

That's not what Obi-Wan's doing of course, but Obi-Wan's done it enough in the past to rile Anakin up that Padmé can understand the confusion the astrophysicist is going through.

"To Hawai'i. Padmé said all your water money is gonna get you a fancy new position on the West Coast. Just wanted to know when you're going to go."

Padmé has half a mind to tell Obi-Wan that that is not, actually what she said, but Obi-Wan looks as if he wouldn't even realize she's spoken if she tried.

"Would you miss me?" the oceanologist murmurs, stepping closer to Anakin. "Were I to leave, would you miss me, Anakin?"

Anakin looks like a deer in the headlights for a second, before his face shuts down. "I wanna write it on my calendar, celebrate the day."

Obi-Wan's face flashes with something that leaves his eyes colder than before, and he steps back. Away. Padmé winces and tries to take a sip from her champagne glass before realizing it's empty.

"Well, that certainly makes things easier," he tells Anakin shortly before turning his full attention back to Padmé. "I meant to come over and say goodbye. It's a bit of walk home, and I have an early day tomorrow."

"But you just got here," Anakin sounds confused, as if he'd expected to keep Obi-Wan's attention for much longer.

Obi-Wan summarily ignores him and leans into kiss Padmé's cheek again. "Happy birthday again, Padmé," he tells her gripping her hand in both of his for a second before dropping it and turning back into the crowd.

"What was that?" Anakin says gruffly, crossing his arms. "Why'd he kiss you? He's leaving so early! And ignoring me! What?"

Padmé shakes her head and puts her hand on his arm. It looks like she's going to have to spell a few things out to her silly astrophysicist. "That was you fucking up," she says slowly.

Anakin scoffs. "What? No. We say that shit all the time to each other."

"Anakin, listen to me," she waits until his eyes are on hers and not trying to catch Obi-Wan's receding figure. "Today at lunch, he told me he hadn't decided if he was going to take the position yet. But I think he just did."

Anakin blinks at her. Men are stupid. These men especially.

"If you want him to stay, you have to tell him."

"Tell him--I...why do I--don't be ridiculous--"

"Anakin, I've known Obi-Wan for four years. The only thing he talked about the first two was the ocean. For the last two, it's been the ocean and you."

Anakin stares at her and then stares at the people around them. Padmé knows he's trying to find Obi-Wan in the crowd. "But...he's leaving."

"But he came here wearing a coat," she points out, giving him a little push towards the unmanned coat room.

"I--right," Anakin mumbles to himself.

Feeling like the best friend in the whole world, Padmé takes his champagne flute from him and pushes him harder forward. "Go get him, Ani," she encourages, but she gets the feeling Anakin isn't even listening to her anymore as he moves across the lobby to the coat room.

She watches just long enough to see Obi-Wan emerge from the room wearing his tan coat and Anakin pushing him furiously back inside. The door closes behind them, and Padmé hopes it comes with a lock.

But if it doesn't, that's their problem. She's done enough for one night.

#asks #prompt fill #this got sooooo long #but i love it!!!#jury's out on whether or not they've been sleeping together for a while now or if their first kiss takes place in that coat room #obikin #astrophysicist anakin #oceanologist obi-wan #oh look theres even alliteration #smithsonian au

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rvspberry · 4 years ago

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Idk if I’m gonna end up posting this on AO3 because it’s very different from what I usually write.

But below the cut is some Johnny Lawrence sexuality crisis angst with a happy ending if you feel like it. (Heavy Christian themes and Lawrusso ending ahead.)

He was righteous, on high, the Almighty personified. Forgiving, and gracious in victory, and good through and through. Set his mind to something and he could make the whole world come alive.

That’s how Johnny felt at the Tournament, at least, when the entire crowd swarmed the floor and lifted LaRusso onto their shoulders, and Johnny snagged the first place trophy. Handed it up like an offering, a sacrificial lamb — all that Johnny had at stake, all that he’d lost, given freely and openly to this holy being.

The crowd grew louder. Johnny called out, “You’re alright, LaRusso. Good match.”

Got a pained, “Thanks,” in return.

He’d touched someone holy and lived to tell the tale.

Once Johnny is at Bobby’s house that night, since Sid and Laura flew to Miami for the week before Christmas, he asks Bobby to pray with him.

“You okay, Johnny?”

Johnny glances up to find worried blue eyes looking over at him, sizing him up — no, not quite. Measuring him, trying to gauge Johnny for what no one could see. Bobby’s eyes are such a different blue than Johnny's, clear and crisp but never cold. Johnny wonders if Bobby sees anything, if Johnny shows anything.

“I just…” Johnny rasps, gripping the glass of water in hand again and taking a hesitant sip. They told him at the hospital that he’d have to rest. Asked if he wanted to press charges, but Johnny just shook his head. “I need some guidance.”

“No better place to look to than to Jesus,” Bobby agrees, reaching out to take Johnny’s hands. He closes his eyes, and Johnny pauses for a brief moment, body going stiff, before he follows suit. Takes a deep breath as Bobby begins. “Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name.”

Daniel.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,” Bobby continues.

Johnny squeezes his eyes tighter and tries not to let his grip tighten, too.

“Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Please forgive me. Please. Daniel. I’m sorry.

“And lead us not into temptation—”

Daniel’s eyes. His grin, his mouth, his lips. Daniel’s body. The confident smirk when he gets up into Johnny’s face.

“—but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,” Bobby finishes, squeezing Johnny’s hands. Johnny blinks his eyes open, jaw clenched, to see Bobby giving him a small smile. “Forever and ever. Amen.”

“Amen,” Johnny repeats weakly, clenching his teeth against the urge to cry. To sob.

To throw himself onto the floor and mourn the loss of a life he’d had for years now, the life he’d fought so hard for. The life of a champion, of a winner, the life of a kid from Encino Hills. The life of someone normal, a leader, head dog even though he came into this life late, no rules established, flying blind and feeling his way into his place.

“You’re sure you’re okay, man?”

“I’m not,” Johnny chokes out. Hangs his head.

There are too many thoughts in his head, too much guilt and shame, and he can’t focus on one without the other flaring up to take his attention. Back and forth, back and forth, between Kreese almost killing him and Daniel’s sensei saving him and Daniel winning the match, to needlessly tormenting Daniel all semester and making a bigger ass of himself each and every time. Over and over, like it was on a loop.

“Do you want to pray again?” Bobby asks, voice dropping lower. “Sometimes it helps. The… repetition. Try to focus on the words this time. Focus on God. Let the spirit take you.”

Take me where? Johnny thinks, but he just tightens his hands around Bobby’s and nods.

“Our Father, who art in heaven…”

When Bobby leaves at the end of the summer to go to college in Oregon, a special school for religious studies, he leaves Johnny with his new number and a prayer book.

“If things get hard, turn to God,” he reminds Johnny. Pats Johnny’s back while they hug tightly. Johnny hasn’t been apart from Bobby since they became best friends at thirteen, both newly enrolled in Cobra Kai. “God has a plan for all of us, and you can find all your answers in the Lord, man. You just have to be open to hearing them even when they’re not the answers you want.”

Johnny keeps the prayer book. Says a prayer every night. Calls Bobby once a week, like clockwork, and stops drinking. He gets kicked out of Sid’s house when he turns 18 in July, gets a job as a handyman, then starts apprenticing for a carpenter, then starts working construction. It’s hard work but it’s honest work.

Every time his eyes turn to one of his coworkers, when they catch on the sweat and grime smeared over their muscles, or the curve of their ass, or the line of their jaw, Johnny recites one of those prayers in his head.

Dear Lord, please give me strength when I am weak, courage when I am afraid, love when I feel forsaken, wisdom when I feel foolish, comfort when I am alone, hope when I feel rejected, and peace when I am in turmoil. Amen.

Every time he gets asked out for drinks by his well-meaning colleagues, he politely declines and spends ten minutes praying in his car after his shift is over, hands blistered, muscles aching.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among sinners and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Every night, Johnny lays in bed and freestyles his prayers. God needs to know, he probably already knows, but he needs to know that Johnny doesn’t want to be like this. He wants to change. He wants answers. He wants to be open to them, just like Bobby told him.

“Go out tonight,” Bobby laughs when Johnny calls him on a Saturday at his usual time. “Just get out and have some fun. Go to a movie. Buy yourself dinner, whatever. Go meet someone. You’re just working and sleeping. You need to live a little, Johnny.”

Is that what God wants me to do? Johnny thought to himself. To go out and find a woman to settle down with? Is that God’s plan?

It’s what Johnny’s supposed to do, right?

“Okay, okay,” Johnny groans into the phone, ready to slam it back onto the receiver when Bobby whoops in elated triumph. “Some good, clean fun. Fitting for the best friend of a pastor’s son.”

Johnny goes to the movies. The new sequel to Alien, aptly titled ‘Aliens,’ looks halfway decent. Definitely not a good clean movie, but Johnny can live a little. It’s on its last leg, only playing the earlier showings, so Johnny snags the ticket since he figures he can be mostly alone that way. He loiters in the lobby trying to decide between popcorn or an overpriced box of candy to go with his soda. The bored teen behind the counter pops her gum and rolls her eyes as she waits for him to make up his mind.

He doesn’t fidget as he looks in the glass case, even as much as he wants to. It’s been conditioned out of him.

“Back straight, shoulders down, chin up, Mr. Lawrence.”

“Hey, can I get a large popcorn please?” comes a voice from beside him.

Johnny glances over, shaggy hair whipping around his face, and spots the one person he thought he’d never see again. Daniel LaRusso looks the same as he did before — a little taller, maybe, his long limbs filled out a little more, but still the shrimpy kid who kicked his ass.

Same eyes, same voice, same body.

Same mouth.

Dear Lord, please give me strength—

“Johnny? Johnny Lawrence?!” Daniel’s words cut through his prayer.

Johnny inhales sharply. He has to control himself. Give me the strength when I am weak, courage when I—

“Holy shit, man, look at you,” Daniel laughs, tapping Johnny’s bicep tellingly. A year-plus in construction had done wonders for his body, and his arms in particular. “Like a brick shithouse. Are you on steroids?”

“No, I work construction.” Johnny doesn’t know why his voice sounds so rough. He clears his throat and tries again. “Hi, LaRusso. Small world meeting you here, I guess.”

“Yeah, man! You here with anyone?” Daniel glances around, as if trying to pin someone else in the lobby to Johnny, but there was no one to match him up with. No one to match up Daniel with, either.

“No. You?”

“Flying solo today,” Daniel croons, running his hands down his chest. Johnny blushes and looks up at the ceiling.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee—

“What movie are you seeing?” Daniel asks, taking the tub of popcorn from the teen and passing a bill over the counter. He snagged a handful and popped a few butter-soaked pieces into his mouth.

“Uh…” Johnny glances down at his ticket. “Aliens.”

“No way! Me too!” Daniel says around chewing the popcorn. He pauses and looks at Johnny with his head cocked curiously. “You wanna watch it together?”

O, my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended You. I detest all my sins because of your just punishments, but most of all because they offend you, My God, who are all good and worthy of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Your grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen.

The movie theater is empty. There’s butter on Daniel’s bottom lip, shining in the dimly lit room. Johnny licks it off in the black silence of the end credits.

Kissing Daniel feels like coming home. It feels like touching something divine, and Johnny’s stained gold in all the places they touch.

Is this God’s plan? Johnny asks himself. Daniel’s fingers tug at his hair, nails scraping gently over his scalp. Johnny pulls Daniel across the seat and into his lap as he swallows Daniel’s moan.

Below Johnny’s hands, Daniel feels like an answer.

#lawrusso #lawrusso fic #johnny lawrence fanfiction #daniel x johnny

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ill-skillsgard · 4 years ago

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Faust x Faith - No Looking Back

Warning: 18+ smut, public sex, violence, blood, arson, implied death, mentions of non-consensual touching (nothing explicit and no r-words used,) mentions of stalking, unconsciousness, anti-religious themes, strong language.

Note: Hey, hey. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but haven’t had much time. This isn’t based on any requests—just something I feel needs to happen to move the universe along. After this, I’ll be basing future FxF stuff off drabble requests instead of going story-heavy for a bit. Likes, comments and reblogs are suuuper ‘ppreciated!

Summary: - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration - 3.6K words -

Faust makes good on his word to protect Faith, taking drastic measures to assure her assailant never bothers her again.