#like we’re all busy college students dishes might not get done right away and I can acknowledge how that’s annoying but it’s not the end of

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I hate this fucking house so much, why the fuck do you think publicly shaming people is okay

[chemicalpink]

Lonely Hearts Club ♡ BTS OT7

Pairing: female reader x OT7

Warning: smut. polyamory. kinda voyeurism (? like- how else are you supposed to make an 8 people intercourse work.

A/N: this has a very poor representation of polyamory ok. It actually contains everything that is not how polyamory works, but it’s in favour of the theme. This is my last work for the Electra Heart Series

Summary: January to December, do you wanna be a member? In this Lonely Hearts Club, do you want to be with somebody like us? 

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.5k

“Where are you going Kookie?” Taehyung called from his spot cuddled on Jimin’s side without really tearing his eyes from the screen as they both watched some movie on the couch, a usual Friday night. 

Jungkook paused for half a second as he made sure he had everything in his pocket before heading to the door “Out”

“Out where?” Jungkook groaned loudly at the questioning, as if it were nothing common within their relationship, determined to extend the silence in the room long enough to be comfortably dismissed from the conversation.

“Out with that girl he has yet to come clean to” Yoongi mentioned as he made his way to the living room, bag of chips in hand and stuffing a few inside his mouth as he did “which by the way, I’ve told him a thousand times before, it’s not decent to keep on leading her on”

“I’m not” the youngest murmured under his breath, which earned him a pointed look from Yoongi, followed by the TV pausing and both of the other men to turn their attention to him “I’m not leading her on”

A hand was placed on his right shoulder from behind, making him startle, wide doe eyes in full display as Seokjin voiced his input in the situation “You’re going out with a girl that we all know likes you while being a relationship, Jungkookie” Seokjin made the most overdramatic pout “I’d say that’s leading her on, plus, placing us second”

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, already knowing he was about to be very late to the date “You guys all said you were okay with me dating out of the circle”

“You know we’re messing with you, come on, you’ll be late for your date” he’d have to thank Namjoon for always coming to the rescue when Seokjin was being a little bit too much.

If someone was to tell him he would end up in a polyamorous relationship he would have laughed in their face. If someone was to tell him that he would end up in a polyamorous relationship with the six older men he was forced to share his college unit with, he would have crumbled apart right there and then, it was no secret whatsoever that he had the biggest crush on the six of them the moment he first saw them, call it gay panicking or whatever.

And you see, things were going smooth, at least as smooth as they could be when 7 people are dating each other, minus the stares when they went out in public, the questioning of their not so close friends and the constant battle royale when it came down to sleeping arrangements, it was smooth. Until you came along. Sure, after eight months of him joining the polycule, and people unable to think outside their monogamous mindset, a fair number of guys and girls had approached him, which was always meant to go in either of two possible ways:

First, and best, case scenario, they were only interested in a fling, a one night stand that ultimately turns into a somewhat friendly distanced greeting when on campus, it was a thing between the seven men after all, being able to casually date outside the circle and understanding that the strongest emotional bond was with their boyfriends at home, although… Jungkook was the one doing it most often, Jimin following him casually in indulging in the pleasure of casual sex from time to time.

Second, and the hardest scenario due to him having the softest heart (if having Hoseok cutting ties with his potential partners in more than one occasion is anything to go by) is when after the first scenario, people keep trying to get in touch with him, not that there’s anything wrong with it but he wasn’t interested, plus, when he went as far as explaining the whole polyamory situation, people would dismiss it as an non-existent relationship or worse yet, there was a guy that went as far as telling him that all he needed was to be ‘dicked down good enough’ for him to stop being polyamorous; Yoongi had gone and had a friendly talk with the dude when Jungkook went home that night crying (he might have sent the guy to ER but there’s really no way to know)

So really, third case scenario was way out of control for him, said scenario being you. Never asking anything too invasive, hooked up a few times and even made him breakfast one of them which ended up with Jungkook bolting right out of your apartment, thinking that was it and he’d never see you again but boy was he wrong, you had texted him after to make sure he was okay, had the most amazing round of make up sex (could it even be called that when you two didn’t even fight? and it was all just him being a moron?).

So here’s the thing, maybe his heart started picking up when he saw you, maybe he started feeling butterflies when you two made out on your couch, maybe the blurred line between being a casual hook up and falling for you had become no line at all, and soon enough his hyungs started pestering him that he shouldn’t play with your feelings. God how much easier would it be if you were a student at his campus, with the amount of talk about the ‘7 best looking guys being in a polyamorous relationship’ really would have done the trick, so that he could stop the inner fear of losing you that came with owning it up and telling you he was indeed not just bisexual, but in an eight month relationship with 6 guys.

So far, Namjoon had had the most serious talk with him ever since he was invited to join the relationship, then came Yoongi constantly bickering with him as a passive agressive way to get him to come clean, Hoseok aggressively cuddling him while whispering borderline nasty and teasing things to him while Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin had made it their job to try and gatekeep him from you before any date with the theatrics of non existent jealousy. Deep down he knew it was wrong, so wrong of him to keep such a vital piece of information from you, then again, he couldn’t bear the feeling of seeing you being disgusted for his love choices, polyamory was one hell of a misunderstood topic, often overseen as being greedy and unable to choose. Which was a blatant lie. He had made a choice eight months ago, and it pained him to even think that if the time came, he would have to stand by it. He would choose the six of them all over again. No doubts in his mind he would choose them over you if it came to be like that.

What if he had spent a week bawling his eyes out at night after a date with you and quality time at home, people should mind their own business. And the men he loved the most in the world were proving to be deserving of his love yet again. He had cried one last time after thinking just how much they were meaning to go out of their way to keep Jungkook happy. They had kept him in their best interests when they decided that maybe, prior further consideration and a serious talk involving you and Jungkook, maybe an eight addition wouldn’t be so bad. 

“God I can’t believe we are not only condoning this behaviour but now we are endorsing it” Seokjin mentioned in one of his many overdramatic tones as he and Namjoon placed some delicious looking dishes out in their small backyard where they had all dressed up the place when little Jungkookie announced he was bringing you over.

Namjoon was quick to attempt to calm his boyfriend down while placing a small kiss on his lips “You’re overthinking” 

“Oh, I’m overthinking? How about Mr Jeon Jungkook who apparently can neither keep it in his pants nor grow a pair and tell someone that they are polyamorous, huh?” Namjoon really had to try his hardest not to burst out laughing at the way Seokjin’s words seemed to blend in together as they came out of his mouth in a flow that resembled a rap song “Don’t you try and gaslight me, Namjoon, I’ll have you know, psychology was my major before it was yours” 

“Doctor Kim has a beautiful ring to it” 

Seokjin did not stop a whole minute to stop placing everything out on the table as he kept on bickering with the younger “Don’t try to woo me Kim Namjoon, I know you only like the ring of it because we share the last name” 

Jimin walked out the exact moment they were blasting fiery heart eyes at each other, nothing out of the ordinary in their dynamic, “Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, I think she’s here” the youngest of the three lend a hand for the whole table to be set in record time, already hearing an additional female voice that didn’t use to be there before coming from inside “I don’t think Taehyung’s on board with all...this” 

“What do you mean he’s not on board, we talked about it before!” if there was the slightest bit of panic in Namjoon’s eyes, he was one hell of an actor to have it covered up as soon as he sensed Seokjin stiff on his side and the whole room began to feel stuffy even when being outside.

“Tae says he’s not coming down for dinner” Hoseok announced as he popped his head outside “Y/N is talking in the living room with Kookie and Yoongi, she seems nice” before disappearing inside the house.

“I fucking told you all of this would come to bite us in the ass Joonie, eight people is one person too many” may Seokjin’s inability to read eye expressions be damned when Namjoon and Jimin tried to get him to keep his voice down before any more damage was caused.

A mop of black hair popped up from inside just the way Hoseok had done before, startling the three men outside when Jungkook spoke “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, totally” Jimin tried to fake a smile which ended up being the fakest smile he had ever put on his face, making the youngest squint his eyes at the three of them in a questioning manner, a few seconds away from dismissing it, Seokjin broke 

“Taehyung is not taking part”

“What do you mean Taehyung is not taking part?” Jungkook’s eyes widened almost comically but anyone could see the anxiety and panic rising in them, Namjoon ever the peacemaker in the relationship intervening 

“Tae says he’s backing down, but I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“I’ll do it” Jungkook shook his head as he took off back inside to the opposite side from which he came from; even with the whole uncertainty of the situation, it was sure not to head the right way it should have.

“That sounds lovely, I can just imagine” you said as Namjoon, who had just introduced himself, finished a random story about all seven of them “So.. you all live here together then?”

“Oh yeah, inseparable bond and what not” Seokjin, the oldest of the seven smiled somewhat uncomfortably at you, avoiding any type of direct contact. At first it really seemed to have taken the right turn, chatting with Yoongi and Hoseok after Jungkook left to see if anything else was needed before dinner, but then things started to shift, an unknown but uncomfortable silence filling the room every now and then, the way Jimin couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat and Seokjin made little to no effort to not show just how uncomfortable he was. Jungkook had mentioned earlier that his housemates could be somewhat weird, without mentioning exactly how, but from the looks of it, it had something to do with dating within themselves. 

“Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom?” 

“Ah sure, upstairs, first door to the left” Yoongi answered with a tight lip smile on his face, everyone’s eyes discreetly following you in silence until your figure couldn’t be seen, probably out of earshot as murmurs took over the living room.

Not that you really needed to use the toilet but it would be nice to splash some cold water in your face if you wanted to even try and survive the rest of the night, but as you reached the end of the stairs, a room across what seemed to be the bathroom caught your attention, snuffling noises coming from the inside, and you really should stick to your own business, but how much weirder could the night go? apparently, exponentially weirder.

You reached the door that was conveniently slightly open, allowing you to take a peek inside, a guy sitting beside Jungkook  on the bed as he rubbed circles in the small of his back at the same time as he whispered things to his ear and you felt a pang in your chest, not really believing the whole sexual tension inside the room, perhaps your mind playing with you; up until the guy clearly nibbled Jungkook’s ear, a breathy moan escaping from his lips, your brain shortcircuiting between not understanding what was going on and finding it extremely hot.

“Tae no, you know I’m going out with Y/N” Jungkook said as the other guy moved around, seemingly placing a hand to his crotch in a playful manner, as far as the smirk in his face but obstruction of bodies allowed you to see from the door.

The guy’s eyes quickly turned to Jungkook in the biggest puppy stare you had ever seen, low voice above a whisper “Having someone around never stopped you before” 

“Please”

A heavier moan escaped from Jungkook’s mouth, hands immediately locking the guy around him as he straddled his hips on the bed “Do you not love us anymore?”

Whether it was whatever that was going on inside between the two of them, or the mention of love, that made you forget your compromising position, getting the feeling that you should stop watching and panicky closed the door, making your presence known, the world may never know, but there were thousands of thoughts running in your mind. Sure, Jungkook had never put a label on your relationship, and from time to time you had believed that perhaps there was something beautiful there, now coming to think of it, maybe his heart had always been occupied, as all those friends of yours that knew him from somewhere had once said to you, how it was the weirdest thing out there watching 7 great looking guys hanging out as if they were on a date, the unusual way they carried around each other. Not that it was bad, but i crushed your heart to know that you would never fit in, as much as you kicked it off with Jungkook and the sex was amazing, the dynamic between them seemed to put you as just a plaything for the youngest of them all.

“Y/N? Jungkookie wants to have a talk with you” you didn’t even noticed the shift of your surrounding, knowing Jungkook, how he most probably bolted right out of the room when they heard the door close forcefully, too absorbed in your thoughts, still too absorbed in your thoughts as Hoseok led you back down, sitting you down a few feet away from where Jungkook was seated, the TV playing a random programme in the back “You two do your stuff, we’ll be outside, feel free to join, okay?”

The TV Show echoed in the dark, it seemed like it had been hours since you joined Jungkook in his living room, wanting nothing more than cross the door and never see him again, but he was a great kid, you knew just how much he would blame himself over what were your insecurities and inability to speak up on the matter, on never questioning what game you two were playing, sleeping around, going on dates but not getting involved. Until he was the first one to speak up.

“I am in a polyamorous relationship, Y/N” he heaved a sigh, as if the world was lifting from his shoulders “Have been for the last eight months” 

Your heart sped up, the words unable to leave your lips, all tangled up on your brain “You should have told me before” you turned your face to where he was at the same time as he did the same “I would have understood”

“I don’t want to leave you”

“I know” which, you did know, time and time again he had made it clear that there was so much more to your relationship, although Jungkook wouldn’t express it out loud “I would love to have you… if there’s a way”

Jungkook’s doe eyes seemed to shine brighter at your words, although you could see tears forming in them “I don’t understand why would you want to be with someone like me” 

“Jeon Jungkook”  you scooted yourself to be closer to him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder “Some people are so full of love they can give a way to a lot of people, I understand that” his eyes lighted up at your words, the tiniest bit of hope in them 

A hand was placed on your shoulder, softly grabbing the exposed skin, making you turn your head to see Hoseok, shadows playing on his face as he smirked down at you “Plus, love will never be forever, might as well have seven plans ahead, right Y/N?” 

You could feel a lump in your throat at that, images of what you had witnessed inside the bedroom with Jungkook and his friend still fresh in your mind, clearing your throat you hesitated “Uhm.. I really don’t know how to feel about all this Hoseok” but as soon as the words left your mouth you could see the rest of the boys joining the living room, as if you were some kind of prey you were after, the only source of light coming from the fairy lights in the backyard, illuminating them as they approached, hiding their true intentions in their eyes at the same time as their faces became darker, heart thumping inside your ribcage

“Oh come on, Y/N I saw you looking at Jungkookie and I outside our bedroom” Taehyung mentioned, which made you flush, fortunately going unnoticed by the lack of light, although he chuckled as he once again straddled Jungkook inches beside you, an all-too familiar image of the both of them as he grinded hard down on Jungkook’s crotch, earning him a groan from the youngest  “Seemed to me you were enjoying it a bit too much”

A firm hand underneath your chin turned you to face upwards by the slightest, a face that took you seconds to recognise as Yoongi’s too close to yours, grazing his lips with yours before he tutted and added a “Good girls are meant to share their toys Y/N” for good measure.

“Jungkookie here practically gave you up before asking you to join us” Jimin added as he took a sit beside you, body clinging to Yoongi who was still too close to you

“I just-” you turned your face to Jungkook, who was currently busy with his mouth all over Taehyung and Hoseok, both on each side of him as they seemed to get an equal amount of attention from the youngest, your lower abdomen firing up at the image and the prospect of you taking part in the dynamic “I guess it doesn’t really sound so bad”

“Even Seokjin is willing to give you a taste” spoke Namjoon as he walked into the area with Seokjin just inches behind him, nodding his head when you locked eyes with the eldest “But I bet you’ll be Yoongi-hyung’s favourite”

“It’s your turn to call the shots, Y/N”

Instead of a response, you pull on Jimin’s shirt until he leans onto you, capturing you lips in his in a kiss that seems to last just seconds before he is placing you on top of him, allowing Yoongi to take you previous spot, caressing you side so when you lean back to catch a breath, his mouth is on yours stealing your breath away; out of the corner of your eye you watch as Hoseok has his hand inside Jungkook’s pants “Sharing is caring, Yoongi” you remind him as he tries to have a second go, Jimin’s laughter underneath you hitting the right places as he frictions his front side up to you, earning a soft moan from your lips, which only turns to a second one when you feel two wet mouths on each side of your jaw, gently nibbling on the skin before they stopped to kiss right in front of you, tongues catching, groans escaping from each of Seokjin and Namjoon throat before they turned to look at you and retrieved to their original spot to entertain themselves.

“As much as I’d love to take her, I think it’s best if we let Jungkook welcome her into our dynamic” a soft laugh falls from Jimin’s lips as you quietly gasp when he places you on the couch, an awaiting Jungkook on your side, the blond man taking his turn with Yoongi a few inches away.

Jungkook’s eyes seem dazed, and he quickly finds your mouth, just the way he did all those times before, except that now it was somewhat different from them, in a room full of people, his boyfriends, yours soon to be; as he absentmindedly tongues your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, a single hand slides underneath the fabric of your shirt as the other grips around your thigh, slowly working its way to where you could already feel your panties dampening. Fingers dancing familiarly over your nipples, “God I don’t know what I’d have done if you said no to this”, you barely register his words so you just nod in agreement, desperately wanting him to touch you where you needed the most. Warm fingers find your folds, stroking them slowly, squelching sounds that somehow don't seem to phase the way the rest of the group keeps on having their tongues deep down on someone elses throat, changing partners everytime you look up. The tips of his fingers find your entrance, slowly working a pace in and out, pairing it with wet kissed to your exposed neck as you try and hold on to his shirt for dear life “You’re so wet already”

His fingers pick up speed, barely curling into that soft spot inside you. Hips lifting slightly as your head lulls back against his shoulder, peaking both Jimin and Yoongi’s interest from beside you, a clear interest in the action if the way their pants seem to grow tighter by the second “Hey baby, is Jungkookie making you feel good?” voice raspy, dark, but soft lips on your own as the youngest kept his pace with his fingers, stretching you open on the couch.

“She sounds so sweet I can’t wait to taste her” Yoongi adds as his hand reaches out inside Jimin’s pants, starting to stroke his member to life. And that’s when you see it. Namjoon and Seokjin, ever so reserved, in their own little world, sitting across from all the action, hands on each other’s bulge, not daring to look away from you. And it somehow stirs you in all the right places, mind set already on giving them the best show ever. 

Hands cup your breasts from behind you, softly massaging them, feather like kisses on the back of your neck as your shirt is lifted, bra forgotten and your tits are free for everyone in the room to watch and enjoy, a voice behind you, owner of the hands pinching your nipples whispering in your ear “I’m willing to forgive you interrupting quality time with Kookie”

You feel a pinching in your clit joining Jungkook’s fingers pistoning into you, making you reach your orgasm in record time in a broken mess of calling out Jungkook’s name. Hoseok’s instantly reaching for the waistband of your panties to pull them down “Well I’d say, dinner’s served,Yoongi-hyung” before said man is  leaning forward, Yoongi’s hands exchanging Jimin’s cock for your knees – holding your legs open. Yoongi’s tongue takes a bold lick over your slit before he’s diving in, lips attaching to your clit as the tip of his tongue flicks against it. Hoseok’s chin is rested on your shoulder,ocassionaly opening up your outer lips to allow the elder a deeper access to your cunt,  watching Yoongi’s  tongue fuck into you. You could feel Taehyung’s thick length pressed into your lower back, the slow lift of his hips dragging it against you. Soft groans from the friction falling from his lips, mixing with the husky moans that echo from around the room as everyone watched Yoongi intently. Your eyes find Seokjin and Namjoon across the room, both of whom have since pulled their cocks from behind their pants, glistening tips on full display as their large hands stroke over the base of each other, their  hips moving to match the movement of their hands.

The tongue between your legs moves swiftly, pushing past your folds and slipping into your entrance, lapping up the juices from your past orgasm as Hoseok leans down to share a wet kiss with him, then Jungkook, the three of them tasting you on their tongues. As Yoongi returns to his spot between your legs, he moans against your core like the taste of you is the most delicious thing to ever hit his tongue, the sound sending vibrations through your body that has your cunt tingling, not far from your next release. “Aah- Yoongi” you gasp, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face further between your legs.

“You gonna cum all over my tongue, huh?” his movements intensify, nose pressed against your clit, rubbing it precisely as it makes you fall apart in a rush of desperate pleas before he removes himself from his position, chin covered in your juices to which you can’t help but moan at the sight of as he licks his lips in delight. His lips capture yours once he’s on your eye level,  hand set on the back of your head to keep you still, mouth instantly flooded with your taste, pulling away with fiery eyes and a smirk. “Joon was right, you’re gonna be my favourite”

[alpacaparkaseok]

Working Overtime

requested by @thecaffeinatedscribbles​ - thanks for requesting! a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post!

Pairing: BTS x reader

Premise: A freak storm forces the biggest band on the planet to spend the evening seeking shelter at your small cafe. Of course, you can't complain about having to work overtime.

"...remain indoors for the rest of the evening....further notice....stay safe everyone!"

You can't help but groan, the sentiment clearly reciprocated by Benny, the cook at the small cafe you work at. The two of you came to work expecting to be kept inside for a while - just because a storm was brewing didn't mean you got a free day. Chances were that customers might decide that the best way to spend the hurricane-like day would be at their favorite restaurant.

Well, their favorite clearly isn't this one. The cafe is completely barren, leaving both you and Benny to lounge around. Just waiting for the storm to pass.

Benny dug up an ancient radio from the supply closet, and spent thirty minutes tuning it before finding a station. The two of you have taken up two stools at the front counter, head down on the table while the staticky radio picks up every other sentence. "Well Bill, it looks like...that's right, Sharon, I was thinking the same-"

You'll never get to find out just what it was that Sharon and Bill were thinking about, because suddenly the front door flies open, nearly tearing itself off its hinges.

Both you and Benny turn around in shock, nearly slipping off your chair as you get a look at whoever these strange newcomers are.

It takes a few moments before they all file in - there's seven of them - and slip their hoods back.

It takes another moment before they manage to get their hair out of their face enough to actually identify them.

"I'm so sorry about that," Kim Taehyung apologizes as he throws his body against the door so that it will close properly. "We just saw that you guys were open-"

"Nobody else is open on this entire block," Park Jimin finishes, currently struggling to brush his fingers through his hair like he usually does. It's a bit more difficult now that it's been through such a windy atmosphere.

You and Benny exchange a look, clearly at a loss for words at the strange development. Together, the two of you let out a wry laugh.

"What are you boys doing out right now?" Benny asks, rising from his seat and motioning for them to hang their coats on the coat rack.

Everyone immediately turns to look at Jungkook, who's cheeks turn a little red even as he laughs.

"Someone wanted to see how windy is was," Seokjin drawls, glaring daggers at the youngest member of the group.

"And you willingly agreed!" Jungkook defends, pulling a laugh from you.

Huh.

They're just like the other boys you've met.

Silly. Irrational. Blindingly beautiful.

"Could we get you anything to eat?" You ask, slipping into waitress mode. "It sounds like you might have to be here for a while," you tap the radio, scrunching up your nose as a bit of dust flies up.

The boys settle down in the middle of cafe, pulling a few tables together. You place some menus before them, marveling at how they seem to bicker like your family.

They place their orders - enough to feed a small army, which, you suppose they are. You head back into the kitchen, prepared to help Benny with the order. However, you're a little surprised to see Seokjin and Yoongi trailing you, with a nervous Jungkook behind them.

"Oh, did you want something else?" You ask, smiling brightly. The two oldest members of the group chew on their lips, sparing the maknae a glare.

"Actually," Yoongi begins, his cheeks reddening, "Is it alright if we help with the order?"

You blink, unsure of what to say. "...what?"

Jungkook jumps into the conversation like an excited puppy. "Well, it's just that it's going to be a lot of food and it's just the two of you..."

"We're bored." Seokjin injects, laughing to himself. "Let us help you?"

Shrugging and praying that your boss won't decide to fire you over it, you lead them back into the kitchen. Benny grins when he sees the four of you.

"Come to learn from the best?" He boasts, his round belly proof of his amazing cooking skills. "Grab an apron, wash your hands. Prepare to learn, boys."

You cackle as the three highly successful (and blindingly beautiful) idols follow Benny's instructions, chattering excitedly between each other.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the rest of the group appear at the doorway to the kitchen, watching on with curiosity.

"Care to join?" Benny invites. You stand off to the side watching with endless amusement.

Taehyung joins in with glee, while Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin hang back. They look to you hesitantly.

"Could we actually help you bring the dishes out?" Hoseok asks timidly.

You smile. This has got to be the best shift ever.

"Yeah, if you want to. Want to come watch the kitchen go up in flames with me?" Jimin bursts out into a fit of laughter, pointing at you with pride on his face. "Oh, she's funny!” He walks over to you, leaning against the counter.

Namjoon and Hoseok follow suit a moment later, giving you kind smiles as they take up the spot next to Jimin. 

“We’re so happy you guys were open,” Hoseok comments, watching with a bit of apprehension as Jungkook tries to copy Benny’s movements. “I seriously thought we were going to die out there or something.”

“Agh you’re so dramatic hyung,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes. “But it is pretty bad out there. When do you think it’ll end?”

You shrug, stifling a laugh at Yoongi’s expression of long-suffering as he fields Taehyung’s questions.

“I’m not sure...probably not for another couple of hours, though. It’s going to be a mess trying to get home I bet.”

“Mmm.” Namjoon leans forward so he can see you properly. “Care to eat with us when the food’s done?”

Try as you might, you still end up blushing. “That’s alright, I don’t want to intrude on your meal-”

“I’m already making your food!” Jungkook shouts from where he stands watch before the oven. “Or...Jin is, I guess. But I’m making sure it doesn’t boil over!”

You give a shocked laugh, dropping your head in your hands. “I guess I will, then.”

Together, the four of you watching from the sidelines being to commentate every move that’s made within the kitchen. 

“Oh, that was a bad move Yoongi,” Jimin chides. 

“Shut up,” Yoongi responds, not even looking over.

Jin nearly drops a potato, earning quite the reaction from you. “Kim Seokjin, if you drop that potato so help me!” 

Everyone in the room pauses for a moment, Jin looking over at you with wide eyes. A moment later, they all dissolve into a fit of laughter, Jin making a show of setting the potato down with car.

“Better?” He asks. You nod.

“Much better, thank you.”

In the matter of an hour, you’ve made yourself completely at home with these complete strangers. Benny begins making more food, getting overly-excited at having willing students. Time drags on, and eventually you all ditch the idea of eating out at the tables, opting to hop up on the bar and watch the chaos unfold.

“How long have you worked here?” Jungkook asks with a mouth full of food. He ditched the kitchen a few minutes prior, deciding that it would be better to eat than learn. Hoseok replaced his presence in the kitchen.

You blow on your soup before taking a bite. “Umm...a couple of years? It’s been a good college job, I think.”

They nod along, watching at Jin wanders over. He makes a show of looking exhausted, leaning up against the opposite counter. “Is the food good?”

“Delicious,” Namjoon says.

“What do you want to do when you make it out of here?” Jimin asks.

You frown, looking down at the counter. “I...I actually really love graphic design. I don’t know, I just think it’s the coolest thing ever. There’s so much that could be done with it, too.”

When you look back up again, you find Namjoon and Jimin locked in a silent conversation. A second later, they look back to you with smiles. 

“What?”

Jimin shrugs. “Nothing. Graphic design is cool, don’t you think, hyung?”

Jin nods weakly, eyeing your soup. You take the hint, blowing on the spoonful you have. “Want to try it?”

He looks at you a little sheepishly. “Can I? Is that too weird?” You shrug your shoulders. 

“It’s a weird day. Might as well go for it.”

That’s all the motivation he needs.

The storm doesn’t let up for a long while, but you’re kept busy with the boys. They all take turns in the kitchen except for Namjoon, who claims that he’d be more harm than help. 

Together with Namjoon and Taehyung, you turn up the volume on the radio. The static makes it hard to understand, but you hear enough.

“subsided for now...remain cautious, but the worst is over.”

You let out a shout of excitement, pounding the table. Taehyung jumps a bit, laughing. “I think the storm is ending!” 

Benny hardly hears you, but the boys do. They also shout with you, except for Namjoon who suddenly receives a phone call. He’s on the call for all of thirty seconds before it ends. 

“Hey guys, that was Sejin...we need to head out.”

You frown, but try not to let it get to you. “Thanks for hanging out with Benny and I.”

The boys each take their leave, thanking you and Benny profusely. Jungkook hops on his feet as Benny fills a couple of takeout boxes for him. They quickly exchange numbers with the two of you, vowing to return soon.

“We’ll just put you in our group chat, alright?” Hoseok says, typing away at his phone. 

“How much do we owe you?” Yoongi asks, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket. Both you and Benny immediately wave them off. 

“Nothing,” Benny declares. “Thank you for keeping us company. That was enough.”

“Really, let us pay you-”

“You guys need to get going,” you interrupt, smiling at Yoongi. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

They leave, grumbling the entire way. Once the door has closed behind them, you and Benny exchange looks. 

“That was...”

“Freaking awesome,” Benny finishes for you. You chuckle. 

“Yeah, it was.” Sighing, you slip off of the bar. “I’ll put the chairs up and then come help you clean up.”

Benny waves you off. “I don’t have much to clean, Hobi did most of it.”

“Oh-ho, you even call him ‘Hobi’!” Heading into the dining area, you go toward the table that the boys were originally going to sit at. Something catches your eye before you can put the chairs up.

“Benny!” You shout, hands shaking a little as you grab the paper. 

It’s a note, hastily written but legible. 

Thank you for the meal and new friendship - please confirm the Venmo request we send to you. All the best: Bangtannies

Almost as though timed, both your and Benny’s phones chime. You gawk at the ridiculous amount of money, but you nearly burst into tears at the text message that follows it.

Bangtan: This is the number of the head of graphic design at Bighit. They’ll be in contact with you within the next couple of days - keep a lookout for it!

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Hiiii is it okay to request something? I just really love your fics 🥺 I saw that you did song fics, so I was thinking Still Into You by Paramore mixed with Thinking of You by Katy Perry since I legit couldn’t get those out of my head. Also I’m having Mikasa brainrot rn, so maybe a fic about exes getting back together? Where reader is like already in a new relationship with Historia, but they still love Mikasa, and the pining is mutual. Thank you so much 🥺

we sang along to the start of forever  — mikasa ackerman

— mikasa ackerman x female reader (modern au)

— warnings: angst but it transitioned into fluff in the end so we’re fine :)))

— summary: you still love each other and like puzzle pieces, the two of you thought about trying out the relationship thing again.

— word count: 4.8k

— author’s notes: i’m so sorry this took so long, we have so many backlogs  but i thought that writing would be a great thing to unwind so here it is !! i also made the reader a girl because as soon i started writing, mikasa with a girlfriend just keeps popping in my brain and i can’t help it sjjkjksjs and thank you so much for requesting !!

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

< you said move on, where do i go

“Hey, there you are.”

A melodic whisper got you out of your daze from looking at your laptop screen. Exams are around the corner and your professors thought that it was the perfect time to dump more work for you. Tomorrow, you have a deadline coming up for a 2k-word essay about a topic that you could care less about, it wasn’t even under your major. Yet here you are, in one of the study areas of your university, trying to squeeze your brain just so you could reach the word count without caring for the outcome of your essay. But it seems like the gods graced your prayers because a small figure with golden blonde hair appeared in front of you, her blue eyes shining under the lights of the study area.

You started dating Historia Reiss not too long ago, it was probably ranging for three months at most. It was quite rocky at first, with you being out of a long-term relationship and Historia balancing out her time between extracurriculars and academics. The long-term relationship that got you all wound up was with a close friend back in high school and it sucked because you were such a good pair together — maybe fate wasn’t by your side that time. The two of you were immature and young but your time together was golden, having known each other way before asking one another out. You promised each other you’d move on and clearly, you did, your eyes finding your current girlfriend sitting in the neighboring study desk, taking out her stationery and color-coordinated notes.

Historia was a sweet person, always patient and caring when it comes to you. You met during a lecture that you two happened to share. She forgot her Apple pencil and luckily, you still had yours in your bag, lending the gadget to the blonde since you already have your laptop perched in front of you. With small smiles, the two of you gradually became friends, sitting next to each other during that lecture. Those small moments grew and later became study meet-ups in cafés or hanging out in one of the university’s libraries. The best thing that connected you two was your personalities, it matched so well that people sometimes thought you knew each other way longer before college. When you noticed Historia showing some signs that she likes you more than a friend, you couldn’t quite believe it at first. It was Historia being so understanding of you that made you say yes to her dates.

And now, here you are.

“Yup, you found me,” you told her, stretching your arms above your head before smiling at your girlfriend.

“Is that essay for Mr. Smith’s class?” Historia asked, leaning over to your side to get a glimpse of your screen. She patted your shoulder at the number of words you wrote. “Wow, you already got past the 1k mark. That’s amazing! Don’t forget to take breaks, though.”

“Of course, Tori,” you smiled. “You, too. I know your exams start four days from now. How is that holding up?”

Historia opened her readings, sighing at the thought of the dreaded season of the student body. “I don’t know if I can answer anything that well. I mean, we’ve been having study dates every day but I get so nervous just thinking about the exams. I know I’m going to be prepared but my anxiety said ‘no’.” She buried her hands through her hair, eyes softening when your face started showing how worried you are for her. “I’ll just think that this will be over a week from now.” Historia reached a hand out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Hey, why don’t we go to that restaurant just outside of uni for dinner?”

You took her hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately. “I think that’s perfect.”

The two of you proceeded to work on your separate tasks until you both agreed that it’s time for a good dinner. Historia helped you tidy your things up, occasionally smiling softly at you when you yawn. You bid goodbye to some of the students in the study area you know and the two of you went out of the room with joined hands. It was a nice walk around the university, the golden glow of the Sun bathing everything in orange, and making you relax despite the many backlogs still on your to-do list. That was until you saw a familiar figure going out of one of the many buildings of the Business Department. The blonde beside you even recognized the young woman hiding her face behind her scarf, blue eyes darting to you with a worried air.

It also happened that Mikasa Ackerman looked up from adjusting her scarf, her stormy gray eyes meeting with yours by chance.

Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, her gaze then dropping to your hands still joined with Historia’s before pursing her lips. Looking up to tangle your eyes again, she rose her hand in a little wave. You reciprocated the gesture weakly, never leaving your stare off her retreating form. You noticed that her shoulders became tense after that little encounter, fists enclosing the straps of her backpack and steps hurrying to get to her apartment that was just a walking distance from the university.

You felt a light squeeze coming from the girl beside you, knocking you out of your reverie.

“Let’s go?” Historia asked, eyes knowingly roaming your face.

“Mm-hmm,” you only hummed, following your girlfriend out of the campus.

You thought there wasn’t anything left but why were you still stuck in a limbo that you couldn’t get out of when you stared into those gray hues haunting your dreams?

< recount the night that i first met your mother

Mikasa had her life figured out. 

Everything was perfect. She has the most amazing people she can call her friends. She has the most supportive parents (and brother, but he can be a little shit sometimes but that’s beside the point). She has the perfect grades that can maintain her standing in the university, earning her great credits from various professors on the campus. She has scored a good apartment with her best friend, Sasha, all equipped with the best rooms and views that she can pay for a reasonable price. She is still a member of the university’s track and field long-distance running team, a regular and a manager at the same time. She also had the most beautiful girl as her lover and confidante, someone she could be herself with (not that her closest friends and brother didn’t see her real personality but being with her lover was a different kind of bliss compared to hanging out with her friends).

Well, had a girlfriend.

Ever since meeting you again earlier that night, suddenly Mikasa’s schedule for the night seems to blur.

It was her turn to cook for dinner but she couldn’t do anything properly. First, she managed to burn her sauteed vegetables, something that she had never done before knowing that this is her favorite go-to dish. Second, she boiled the pasta too long and now they’re too soggy. She nearly threw the pot down the sink but she didn’t want their neighbors to call the cops to their place, she just didn’t want to have a repeat of the first time that happened. (The first time their neighbors called the cops because of them was all Sasha’s fault, it appeared to the brown-haired girl that Mikasa’s cooking is one of the best in the world that she screamed bloody murder in the middle of the night.) Now, the gray-eyed girl had no choice but to start from scratch with the pasta, it was a good thing it was only the pasta though. 

The front door of their apartment opened with a bang while Mikasa tried to concentrate this time. Without looking up, she can see a brown-headed blur dashing towards the kitchen. “Stop right there, Sasha,” she said while stirring the alfredo sauce in the pan. “If you reach for the chicken one more time, I’m going to skin you alive. I don’t have the energy to hold your hungry ass back right now.”

Sasha backed away at the look of her roommate who was ready to commit violence if she steps out of line. “Whoa, who pissed at your day?”

Mikasa blinked, realizing that she might have been unreasonable with her remark. Of course, she wasn’t the only tired one in their apartment right now. Sasha was also struggling with academics and extracurriculars, not to mention, her love life is perfectly stable despite being in a relationship for a year. Not that Mikasa felt slightly jealous but she did everything she could to save their relationship but it still ended on a consensual note. The black-haired girl relaxed her tense posture, sighing deeply to expel the negativity accumulating her mind at the moment (Sasha called them dark forces after Mikasa told her about it, it took everything not to leave the room when the words came out of her friend’s mouth). Turning back on her sauce, Mikasa stated, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You know, with the exams coming up and my track team entering this meet at the end of the month for official records. It’s just,” she sighed, “too much right now.”

“Aw, Mikasa,” Sasha empathized, going around the countertop to wrap her arms around Mikasa. She placed her head against her friend’s, petting the latter’s hair until they became a mess on her head. “I know just the thing to make us feel better. Let’s watch some of those anime movies that Armin recommended while eating dinner. Or anything that you want to watch if you don’t feel like watching anime right now.”

Mikasa smiled a little, resting her head on top of Sasha’s and relishing the comfort her friend gave her. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Sash.”

The moment she shared with Sasha reminded her of when you two were in high school. At that time, Mikasa was one of the star athletes that belonged to the track team. After the rigorous training their coach gave them, Mikasa’s knee started to hurt. This was dismissed by the head coach, saying that this wasn’t serious at all. You witnessed it when she ran more laps than what was written in her training regime to the point that her knee gave out. It was a good thing that her knee only acquired a sprain and a good rest from physical activities for some time will heal it gradually. Mikasa never had anything against it because getting some time off from her club meant that she could spend her free time with you. It was spent staying on her family’s couch, watching movies to pass the time while making small talk about her friends. The reminiscing continued until Sasha helped her prepare the living room for their movie night. She just couldn’t help but associate every little thing with you. You were a great part of her life since middle school.

She missed everything about you.

While the movie played out, her mind went to a time when it was time to introduce Mikasa as your girlfriend to your mother.

It was in the first months of being first-years in university. There was an issued academic break set by the faculties, taking the time to invite Mikasa to your home. You were so excited that that’s all you can talk about while the gray-eyed girl drove you two to your hometown. That was the only thing enjoyable in the entire trip. Everything went into shit when you blurted out that Mikasa has been more than a friend to you ever since high school. The look on your mother’s face was enough for the two of you to tell that this shouldn’t go on as planned.

“So, you’re telling me that Mikasa has been in our home, doing God knows what to you since high school?” Your mother flatly questioned.

The coldness of her tone made you stiffen in your seat. You can see Mikasa from the corner of your eyes trying to calm herself down by rubbing your hand under the table. It couldn’t be helped that your father, the only understanding person in the family, was absent because of his job. This is why your father chose to live separately from your mom, seeing as she was the kind of authoritative parent and wife, always hovering around each of her family members to keep them in line. You now understand why your father left her because God forbid, it was tempting to cut off ties with the person who gave birth to you as she threw degrading words at Mikasa left and right. You furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your hold on your girlfriend’s hand, which was trembling on your lap. The first time you saw her this shaken was when her knee got injured during her track training. Her skin was so pale like that time that you wanted to pull her out of the house and stay at a nearby hotel to get away from your mother’s wrath.

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, tears prickling your eyes.

“No, [Name], don’t you say another word,” she pointedly snapped at you. “I feel like I have become a failure of a mother. I don’t understand why you have a woman as your lover. It’s just not right. I support it but not if it’s with my daughter.”

You abruptly stood up with half-lidded eyes that never strayed from your mother’s similar shaded ones. Your hand still gripped Mikasa’s, your thumb stroking the back of it in a soothing circle that contrasted the indifferent gaze you gave your mother. When you were a child, you understood her sentiments because you’re her only child, the only person left in her life. But when she started badmouthing the little things observed from other people, you started questioning her parenting. You were told that people who love others of the same sex were sinning the word of a divine being but if that’s the case, you’d gladly be condemned to the pits of Hell if it meant protecting Mikasa from your mother’s harsh words. “We’re leaving.”

“What—?” It was Mikasa.

“Come on, Mika. Let’s find some restaurant downtown. This place is becoming stuffy and I don’t want you to suffocate any further.”

“Hey, Mikasa? Are you alright?”

Mikasa jumped, looking around at their apartment’s living room as if she was confused as to why she was there. She slightly shook her head before turning to the concerned brown irises of her roommate. Trying for a convincing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, Mikasa forced a laugh as she mindlessly twirled the pasta on her plate with a wistful air surrounding her. “Yeah, I think I’m alright. Just saw my ex earlier when I got out of my last lecture for the day. I feel like that’s the reason why I don’t feel like myself today.”

The movie was then forgotten when Sasha positioned her body so that she could give Mikasa her undivided attention. With a serious expression that the gray-eyed young woman didn’t see in a long time, Sasha asked, “That gorgeous beauty?”

A nod was all Mikasa could answer. Gorgeous was an understatement when it comes to imagining you. You’re practically the most beautiful girl Mikasa saw in her lifetime. 

“Damn, it’s been what? Half a year since you guys broke up?”

A nod from Mikasa. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pushing them further into her chest, feeling so small at the moment. “It would have been fine if she’s alone but…”

Sasha’s mouth parted with realization; eyes wide as she stared at her roommate. “Oh,” she breathed. 

Scooting closer to the gray-eyed girl, Sasha wrapped an arm around her shoulder to let the former lean against her side. She always viewed the two of you to be endgame, seeing as you were dating since you were in high school. It sucks that no matter how much the two of you proved that you belong to one another, it just ends inevitably. Sasha even liked you when Mikasa introduced you to her new roommate when you were first-years. You were shining in the brown-eyed girl’s eyes; smile so bright that she couldn’t help but think you’re pretty, hair perfectly mussed by the wind during the ride to the apartment, casual clothing fitting you in the most pleasing way possible, and personality that one could describe as amazing. You even gave her some of your food when the three of you ate out together. (Mikasa always scolded you for giving away your food when you’re barely even eating regularly.) And when you guys broke up, Sasha saw how Mikasa ended up at the lowest point of her life, locking up inside her room and only going out when Sasha’s asleep. It was only recently that Mikasa slowly became herself again.

Now, Mikasa became that closed-off version of herself after the break-up, and Sasha instantly pulled her in for a hug.

The television kept playing the movie they chose to watch, Mikasa’s silent sobs blending with the movie’s dialogue and seeping through the night.

< she kissed my lips, i taste your mouth

You nearly pulled away when you tasted lemon instead of strawberry.

You nearly looked away when you saw azure instead of metallic gray after the kiss.

You felt so bad for thinking of midnight tresses instead of spun gold every time you lay in bed after hours of studying. Guilt bloomed in your whole torso like a giant wad of roses prickling your insides with their thorns, images of Mikasa plaguing your mind a week after you saw her again after six months. And every time you close your eyes to let sleep pull you in their embrace, arms so secure would wrap around your middle in your dreams, the smell of a rose-scented soap enveloping you in a warm cocoon. It was so contrasting to the minty scent you tried so hard to get used to in those three months you were together with Historia. You promised yourself you’d never date someone else after Mikasa but you tried because she told you to find someone who will treat you better than her. As much as you pleaded with your rationality to not follow her advice, Historia was a breath of fresh air.

It was a rainy night the time you and Mikasa broke up. Funny how you always love the rain and yet the one moment tormenting your daydreams occurred in a thunderstorm.

“Mikasa, what are you talking about?”

Your favorite-colored irises couldn’t meet your stare. “I said you deserve to be with someone who can make you glow with happiness.”

“Where is this coming from?”

She only shook her head, short black hair moving along with the movement. “I feel like I’m not giving enough in this relationship. I noticed how happier you look when you hang out with your friends from your department but when you’re with me, you’re mellowed down and so drained that I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong.” Mikasa buried her hands in her hair, elbows placed on her knees, making herself feel smaller in front of you. You stood up from your bed to kneel in front of her, covering her cheeks tenderly with the palms of your hands. Yet she continued, “My mind is telling me these thoughts that I denied a long time ago since we started university.”

“What thoughts, Mika?”

“That our spark had died down for good.”

You searched her face for any sign of a joke but you could only stare at her downturned eyes.

“That I think we should break up for you to be happier with other people.”

“No,” you murmured, tears starting to blur your vision. “Mikasa.”

“I love you so much to see you unhappy with me.”

“I’m never unhappy when I’m with you. Where did you get that idea?”

Mikasa smiled despite her wobbly lips, gingerly placing her lips on your forehead. “I love you, [Name], I hope you’ll find someone bright enough to let you shine even more.”

It hurts just thinking about that but something pinched it even more when you stared at Historia in front of you, Facetiming someone on her phone. You two were celebrating the end of your exams in a café, treats covering the expanse of your table. It was a breather from all the stressful weeks draining your energy and now you feel refreshed. The book you recently bought was snug in your hands, eyes skimming over the words as Historia animatedly talked to her friend, Ymir. Hearing her laugh at something the freckled girl said, you couldn’t help but look up from a paragraph you were engrossed in. Historia looks so happy, cheeks flushed and giggles so clear that she couldn’t even contain them with her small hand. She never looked like this with you and as much as you anticipated the pain brought by the sight, it didn’t come.

Now, you understood what Mikasa felt, only this time you had to let Historia go because she already belonged to someone else.

Historia just said goodbye to her friend and you knew you had to hold on to this chance.

“Hey, Historia, I have a question.”

She sipped her iced tea. “Shoot.”

“You like Ymir, don’t you?”

The silence and flustered reaction that followed was all it took for you to smile.

< no more mistakes ‘cause in your eyes i'd like to stay

Getting out of a four-hour lecture was bliss to Mikasa. She stretched her arms over her head, letting out a deep breath of relief at the thought of spending her weekend without any backlogs. Finally, she can relax without feeling guilty. After all that hell her department professors gave her, she deserved this break.

Mikasa walked down the hallways with a slight spring in her steps, feeling her phone vibrate with a text message in her bag. Stopping by a little bit at the side of the hallway, Mikasa opened the outer compartment of her bag and turned on her phone. A smile instantly overtook her confused expression.

armin

hey, wanna watch a movie tonite?

eren suggested we could unwind after the exams

figured you needed it

you can stay the night here too !!

Her fingers typed out a reply almost giddily.

Sure.

Let me just text Sasha that I won’t be sleeping in the apartment tonight.

Another message from Armin appeared.

armin

yey !! see you later, Mikasa

At this point, her smile couldn’t be erased on her face.

See you later, Armin.

Then, another message from Armin popped out that made Mikasa laugh a little.

armin

this is eren

mikasa, can u bring dinner PLS

armin and i are too lazy to cook 

plus, you love us 🥺🥺🥺

The gray-eyed girl rolled her eyes, typing out a ‘fine’ before closing her phone. Her brother was sometimes too hard to handle but he can be sweet as well and saying that he needs dinner is just a way for him to say that he misses Mikasa’s cooking. When she looked up, a very familiar blonde and one of Mikasa’s classmates in a general subject came into view in one of the gazebos. Confusion was an understatement while she continued staring at Historia and Ymir laughing as if they were the only ones in the world. It was only a few weeks ago that she saw the blonde girl holding hands with you after a whole day of lectures. Maybe it was because she was staring too long at the couple that Ymir turned in her direction. As the freckled girl recognized the black-haired, stoic girl in one of their general classes, Ymir rose a hand in the air as a greeting. It also didn’t help that Historia looked at where Ymir was waving, with Mikasa tensing at the attention. She hastily waved back before turning in the direction of her car in the parking lot.

Several theories flickered through Mikasa’s head as she pulled out of the parking lot, the department store in their part of the city as her destination. Her mind was still a questioning mess the whole time she roamed the vegetable aisle until she bumped into another shopping cart, the clang of the metal breaking her trance.

“I’m sorry,” she told the person holding the other cart without looking up from her groceries.

“It’s fine.”

Mikasa quickly lifted her head at your voice. She probably looked like an idiot gawking at you in the middle of an aisle. You were dressed in an aquamarine shirt tucked in a pair of black slacks; your hair slung over one of your shoulders but for her, you looked so pretty. She concluded that you also got back from one of your lectures since your bag was placed inside the shopping cart, leaning beside a carton of strawberry milk. At the sight of the beverage, Mikasa’s chest pounded with her loud heartbeat, all the memories of you saying you like the taste of strawberries because of her entering her mind. Even after a full minute of you staring at each other, Mikasa couldn’t bear to look away. You’re so beautiful and she misses you so much.

“I miss you, too, Mikasa,” you murmured with flushed cheeks. “And you look good as usual.”

Mikasa’s face burned with embarrassment, reaching her ears, as she realized that she said her thoughts out loud. She was acting like she was in high school when she came to terms with her feelings for you. “U-Uhm, how are y-you?” Fucking hell, what is she stuttering for? It’s not like she got a below-passing score on one of her majors.

You softly smiled, tucking a stray lock of her behind your ear. “I’m doing fine. I was just thinking of making some homemade dinner tonight.” 

Mikasa nodded, recalling that you got a single apartment. “Me, too, but Eren asked me to make dinner for our movie night with Armin.”

At the mention of the two men, your face brightened. “How are they?”

The gray-eyed young woman reciprocated your smile. “Armin is still reeling Eren from doing anything stupid. You know how that dingbat is.” Your laugh made her day better. She faintly noticed that the two of you started walking side by side, pushing your carts to who knows what section of the department store. “The last time I saw them was before the exam week and we were studying so we didn’t do any catching up. Speaking of exams, how are yours?”

You hummed. “I think I got a passing grade on Parasitology and Microbiology. Those were the only subjects keeping me up for how many nights in a row.” You chuckled at your caffeinated state the previous weeks. “But the others were all papers so I guess I’m fine as of now.”

“Don’t tell me you got yourself palpitations from all the coffee.”

“You know me so well, Mika,” you laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to order coffee every time I go out this time. I don’t want a repeat of that night when I studied for Para. It was worse because I don’t have a roommate. How is Sasha doing, by the way? Still a ball of sunshine, I hope.” You spotted a cereal box you wanted to try so you mindlessly reached out for it but it was on the top shelf. Mikasa noticed your struggles, stopping behind you after chuckling to herself at how adorable you looked to reach the cereal box. You visibly tensed when you felt her front brush against your back, the box of cereal greeting your vision with Mikasa’s hand brushing on yours. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she answered, patting your head before taking her cart and pushing it in the direction of the dairy section. “Yeah, Sasha is still as rowdy as the day you last visited. I threatened her again when she tried eating what I was plating for dinner. It was not a lovely night.” Mikasa paused, looking behind her when you’re not following close. She slightly panicked when she saw you looking down and gripping on the handle of the shopping cart. “[Name]? Are you okay?”

“Mikasa, I’m still into you.” You faced her with a smile. “Will you let me love you with all my heart again?”

Mikasa was speechless, her throat clogging up with overflowing emotions. She let out a delighted light, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Yes. Will you let me in your heart again, [Name]?”

“Always, Mika.”

Their song of forever played once again and it felt so right that they wondered why they stopped it in the first place.

[henyangwrites]

Our Love Story | w. yk

Pairing : Lucas x Reader

Genre : Fluff, a bit of angst?

Word count : 3k+

Warning : none, too much fluff if you squint

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I never thought that I'd come to this point, I never thought that I'll ever change my mind about getting married, let alone be with a guy for a long time. I never believe in fate, or destiny, or stuff of some sort but the gods must have their own way to change my mind.

Meeting Lucas wasn't really expected, we met each other at a party because our common friend, Ten, introduced us to each other. Cliché, I thought. We hung out throughout the remainder of our college days, we enjoyed each other's company with or without our other friends. They often teased us that we'll eventually end up together, but we shrugged and laughed it off. 

When we graduated, we separated ways as we all have started our own jobs, some even had to move places. It took a lot of adjustments, sleepless nights, crying, and breakdowns until I finally got the hang of it. I eventually left my first job after a few months, it wasn't working well for me, it felt like I was being held back from growing. I was lucky enough to find a job at a well-known company after a few months of searching, there, I found joy in my work. I felt more free, growth is always an option which of course, I keep on choosing. As a token of appreciation for my own hard work, I took a one week leave to have a vacation.

I was enjoying my time at the resort that I've decided to go to, it wasn't until my second day there that I happened to bump into Lucas who I soon found out was the general manager. We were happy to see each other, of course, since we lost contact when we separated ways in college as we both got caught up with work and personal life.

"You don't need to, Lucas." I declined his offer that he'll pay for all expenses I'll consume while staying, "I insist." "Lucas." He pouted when I sternly uttered his name, "Okay, I'll just give you a discount." "Okay." For the next days that I've spent there, Lucas often comes to check up on me, making sure that I was enjoying my time, even accompany me after his work hours. He doesn't change at all, physically he does, but he was the same bubbly, passionate, and caring guy that I met back in college. Running out of energy doesn't seem a part of his vocabulary, he's also still sweet as ever. On the last day, which was also his rest day, he offered me a ride to my apartment so I accepted.

For the next few months, we meet up together to hang out, even meeting up with our other friends when we have the chance. It's like it has became a constant thing for us to meet every weekend to relax, to go for a long drive and return to the city the next day. Or if we're feeling lazy, we're just gonna spend time at each other's apartments and wasting time watching movies or trying cooking different dishes. It felt like we were back to being those clueless college students, those young adults who were in the state of confusion between enjoying their youth or starting to prepare for the responsibilities that's waiting for us in the real world. It was one of those weekends where we're awake at 2AM, a random love song blasting through the speakers, loud enough for the both of us to hear without disturbing the neighbors. Lucas stood up laughing and pulled me along, his arms wrapping around my waist so I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked as we start swaying, I chuckled, "You're always honest with me, Yukhei." I answered, making him laugh lightly then licks his lips. "Well, there are things that I wasn't able to tell you…" I raised my eyebrows at him, thinking that he's not obligated to tell me everything. "The truth is…." He looked away for a moment as he cleared his throat, then, made eye contact with me after. His stare was intense, it felt like he's staring into my soul. "I'm in love with you." I felt my breath hitched, my heart beating faster than the times I have to present to the big boss of our company and the investors. "I know I shouldn't but…. I just can't help it, I thought it's just  a silly puppy love back in college but when I saw you again I just…. I just want to do everything to make you mine." A sigh escaped his lips, "but you don't have to love me back, I'm not asking you to. I just can't hold it back anymore."

"Lucas…." I don't know what to say, I was overwhelmed but I know I feel the same way, too, but my mind started to be filled with what ifs – what if it doesn't work out? What if we just end up hurting each other? What if he wants to get married when I don't want to? What if I end up breaking his heart? "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'm sorry for making things awkward–" "I love you too." I blurted out, fuck those what ifs, I thought, it's Lucas; every risk is worth it if it's him. "I told you–" I cut him off with a kiss, I closed my eyes when I felt him pull me closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Just as expected, there's never a dull moment in our relationship as Lucas always had something up his sleeves. When we're not together, he often sends me messages to remind me to eat on time, to check whether I made it home safely, he even picks me up sometimes without telling me beforehand. He never made me feel like he's holding me back from growing, when I tell him that I need time for myself, he won't disturb me at all, just leaving a few text messages and just waits for me to text him again. He was patient, too understanding, it made me doubt myself – do I deserve him?

Two years into the relationship and it's like we're stronger than ever, a few petty fights now and then but it was immediately resolved, after all, he always finds a way to talk me out of it. We never really had a serious fight until the mention of marriage was brought up – he was ready to settle down, I wasn't yet. I was scared, the thought of marriage doesn't sit well with me, after witnessing how it ended up with the people around me, it made me doubt whether I could handle it if our marriage ends up that way. 

We didn't talk to each other for weeks, giving each other space to think about it. Anxiety got into me, what if he leaves me? What if he decides to just find somebody else who wants to get married as much as he does? It's not that I don't want to, I'm just scared. But it's Lucas. It's him, the man who has so much love to give, the man who puts up with me even at the times that I was hard to understand, the man who was patient enough to deal with me when I snap at him when I'm frustrated, the man who always root for me when I decide to try something new, the one who cheers me up when I'm at my lowest, the one who chooses me over anything anytime. He'll change, the other part of me thought, but fuck it, it's Lucas, there's no reason to doubt him.

When I made up my mind, I let a few more days to pass to make sure that I'll not change my decision before sending him a text. It's Friday so Lucas came as soon as he's done with his shift, it was awkward while we're eating dinner, after all, we didn't talked for weeks. "Uh…. what is it that you want to talk about?" He asked when I took the space next to him on the couch, it felt like there was a lump in my throat. "Uh…" I cleared my throat and turned my body to face him and he does the same, looking at me intently as he waits for me to continue. "About the wedding…" it was his turn to clear his throat, he must be nervous, thinking that I might break up with him as he knows why I don't like the thought of being married. "What about it?" "Lucas…. let's do it, let's get married." His eyes widened at my words, clearly shocked. "W-What?" "I said let's get married?" I repeated, "What? Why? If you're pressured or anything, don't make rash decisions, you don't need to. It's okay with me if you don't want to get married…" He said, sadness was evident in his voice, making me sigh and move closer to him and put my hands on the sides of his face, my thumbs are caressing his cheeks. "I do want to get married, I know I'm scared but it's you, Lucas, there's no reason to be scared, right?" His eyes softened and a smile appeared on his lips, "Are you sure?" He asked, I smiled at him and nodded. Then, he takes out something from his pocket and it was a velvet ring box. Lucas takes my hand and puts it on my ring finger, then looks at me again and said, "I'll never make you regret your decision."

Time flies, the preparations were stressful but fun, our families seem like they're more excited than us. Our college friends showered us with an endless amount of teasing, saying that we should've believed their words. During the last week before our wedding, we were too busy to see each other, our families didn't even let us see each other the night before the wedding day, a belief of some sort.

And there was it, the wedding program at the church ended before our eyes after exchanging vows, and of course, the reception was a whole different story. Laughter and tears filled the program as our parents gave their speech, telling our embarrassing stories, giving us advice, telling us how scary marriage is but we can work it out. Even our closest friends gave their own speech, which made the reception much more enjoyable with our college stories. Just when I thought it was done, the host, our friend Johnny, suddenly called him. 

"So Lucas, I heard you have a surprise for your bride?" Johnny asked, Lucas laughed and nodded, taking out a paper from the pocket of his suit. "Ah yes, I hope everyone is still awake for another round of speech." And everyone erupted into laughter, Johnny left him to give him his spotlight. I couldn't leave my eyes off of him, just what does he has in sleeves this time?

"So uh, love, hello." He started, "Oh wow, I never thought it would be this hard to give a speech in your own wedding." He joked, making me laugh, "There you go, don't be too nervous, it's not like I'm gonna expose you or something, or maybe I will?" He joked again, making me jokingly roll my eyes at him. "It's been what? 7 years? Yeah, 7 years since we first met each other at the party Ten held. Cliché, that's what you told me two years ago when we decided to date each other, the way we met. At first, it was just pure friendship for us, right? We hang out, study together, but do we, really?" Everyone laughs at his joke, "No I'm kidding, she's very studious, she doesn't like being disturbed back then, right?" He said and pretended to hand me the mic so I just nodded. "I've seen her more than a handful of times breaking down back then because of the deadlines, whenever I receive a text from her asking me if I want to go to get some ice cream, I just know she's stressed out. But I admire how she managed to finish every one of it few days before the deadline, and at the end, the lowest she got was like 96? As far as I could remember." My heart felt so warm, he always remembers the smallest details. "Our friends always tease us, saying that we should just date each other, it was a joke at first, but then I realized…. I was having a crush on her, I was able to realize it when we took a late night drive to the beach. Again, this is a cliché love story." He stopped for a moment then licked his lips, "while we're sitting on the sand and I turn my head to look at her while her eyes are closed, I felt peace, contentment." 

"But I never made a move at her, we still remained buddies that got each other when we're down or not. I thought it's just silly, little puppy love, but when graduation day came, it felt bittersweet knowing that we might never see each other again." "Boo!" Our friends jokingly whined at him, "I did wait for her to message me again after graduating, but we're adults, we have our own stuff to deal with so eventually, I just shrugged it off and just let life be. If we're meant to be together, then fate will do something. So I guess you're all curious how we met again?" He asked, and they answered yes in unison, making him grin. "So, you all know that I'm working at a resort, and she happened to be there for a one week vacation, and we happened to bump to each other while she was looking for the bar." "She's such an alcoholic." I heard my dad said which made the people laugh again. "Since then, we started hanging out again during weekends just like the old days until one night, I couldn't take it anymore and just confessed."

"Our relationship was fun, a healthy one they said, but you know what tested us? Marriage." Lucas stopped and nodded, "Yes, marriage. It's supposed to be a fun topic for couples, right? Well, not for her, at least. You see, my lovely wife here is scared of marriage due to reasons I can't disclose." He chuckled, "I don't know what changed her mind, but I'm glad she did, but even if she didn't, I'll still stay with her nonetheless." He looked at me then smiled sweetly, "then and there, I proposed to her and promised that I won't make her regret her decision." At that moment, I started tearing up. "I know I may not be the perfect boyfriend, or husband, but for her, I'll do everything I can just so she wouldn't get hurt, let alone get bitten by a mosquito." He joked once again, "She's always been the confident and independent one, there are days that we don't talk to each other because she needed her space and I was like okay, I needed mine too, like we're not really all over each other. And that's what I love about her, she doesn't need to talk to me everyday just so she could say that I love her, she doesn't ask for anything at all so I'm just yeah, fuck it, I'm just gonna surprise her." He chuckles, "She's really stubborn, like if I said I'm gonna pay for our dinner, she'll say she's gonna pay for hers, since then, I started paying in secret before we eat just so she couldn't do anything about it." 

"She's not the showy type, a total opposite of me, she barely posts anything about us, but I never once doubt that because that's just how she is – she likes keeping things private, we go on a date? Okay, one picture, we go for a vacation? Okay, a few of it and then that's just it." I laugh at his description because that's how I really am, "And most of all, she's fragile, I had to learn that the hard way. She's strong yet so fragile, but she can't show it, so I had to teach her that it's okay to be fragile sometimes, she has me, she can vent to me anytime of the day, she can cry in my arms when she's tired." I didn't notice that I was crying until he walks towards me and wipes my tears, "Wait. I'm not done yet." He joked, making me laugh a bit, "Nah, I'm kidding. I already told you everything that I want to, I just need to say this one." He steps back and looks at his parents, "Ma, Pa, I want to thank you for raising me to be a man I am today. For constantly guiding me, for reminding me to always be kind to everyone, that it's okay to give more than to receive." Then he faces my parents, "And Mom, Dad, thank you for giving birth to this lovely lady right here." He said and pats my head, "And for giving your blessings to us, for entrusting her to me. I won't promise that we'll have a perfect marriage, but we'll do our best to keep our love strong." Then he turns to me, reaching out for my hand as he looks at me with the most loving expression in his eyes. "And to my lovely wife, I love you, today, tomorrow, and for the days to come, I will love you. You're the best one the gods have blessed me with, so no matter what problems we'll face, through good times or bad times, in sickness and in health, I will be with you. I thank the gods for giving me the chance to be yours in this lifetime, and I hope for the next lifetime we'll have, you will find your way back into my arms again."

[svtshine]

Neighbor next door

pairing: Wonwoo x reader 

genre: angst to fluff, Neighbors!au, nonidol!Au

type: oneshot

summary: Falling in love with your neighbour best friend

You heaved the heavy box filled with stuff back at your apartment and entered the apartment building yet again. Probably for the 6th time now. You wiped off the sweat that was forming near your forehead and making the hair stick to your face. Even with the aircon from the lift system blasting you, you were still feeling extremely hot and stuffy.

It was an extremely hot day however, you were still very excited to move into your new apartment and meet your new neighbors. You were told from the nice old landlady that the people here were of different variations. Some were working, students like you or parents with newborns or children. It was a way better environment as compared to your old apartment.

At the old district there was hardly any conversations or interactions between you and your neighbors. You clearly remembered the only interaction you had with one of the neighbors, a floor above you, to keep it down. Even though you weren't making any noise. He was a grumpy looking elderly, and he looked at you with such a aggressive look.

You looked at him strangely but apologized anyhow, wanting so badly to return to the book you were then reading. It was getting to the very best part where the charismatic male character was going to kiss the protagonist and confess to her under the mistletoe, on a cold yet beautiful winter night. 

You kicked your front door with one hand balancing on the box and the other supporting the weight of the door. You placed the box on the floor where it remained with many other cardboard boxes filled completely with all your belongings.

You sighed out and proceeded to tie your hair up into a messy bun to keep it from sticking onto your face. i just have two more boxes, then i can start unboxing....god there is so much to do, you thought to yourself as you sat on the end of the sofa, taking a short break before leaving for those two boxes again.

Yes it was definitely tiring, but you still smiled to yourself as you thought about the new encounters and relationships that might form in this new building. You took a sip of your opened can of soda that was still cool and sighed out in satisfaction, as the cool liquid helped cool you down for a second and satisfy your thirst. 

You smiled brightly and greeted the neighbors that you came across while moving the boxes. They were all very friendly and open in welcoming you, you made note to bake them some of your special cookies later on to thank them. 

Wonwoo was just returning from the nearby convenience store, sucking on a cold soda-flavored ice popsicle. Under the sweltering heat and bright sun, this was what he needed. He was nearing the apartment building when he saw you. He didn't recognize you at all, and he was sure he recalled everyone’s faces. You were struggling with a heavier box, and he remembered the landlady coming over previously with a box of brownies and a notice that someone was going to move in to the apartment next to his.

“Wonwoo dear, someone is moving next door, isn’t that exciting” she said smiling brightly 

“Really?”

“She looks really gorgeous dear, around your age, Slightly younger i believe. She is moving in next month so do welcome her warmly, ya hear me” 

“Yes grandma” Everyone had the habit of calling the warm soul, grandma. She definitely did treat everyone like family, no one dared to mess with her either.

Grandma was watching Wonwoo munch on the delicious brownies and spoke up, “You know maybe you should show her around, get a little closer huh” she smirked deviously. 

Wonwoo only took a sip of his milk, “Grandma this isn’t some fictional romance novel” he replied nonchalantly. 

“You’d never know my dearest” 

His flashback ended and he had noticed that you were still struggling with the heavy box and next to it was a smaller one. He swiftly walked towards to you and took the box from your hands with ease, “here let me help, I’m wonwoo. You must be the new tenant. floor 7, unit 11? i live next door, unit 12″ he spoke up.

it was only then you realised there was a handsome charming man holding onto your box and literally speaking to you, while you stared at him in a slight daze. Holy macaroni, his face is god-like and his voice? come to mama. You continued staring at him, mouth slightly open until he waved his hand infront of you and pulled you out of your imagination. You got flustered at the fact that you were literally swooning over a man you just met, your neighbor for god sakes and in front of him. Get it together Y/n. 

“Hey, i’m Y/n nice to meet you Wonwoo” you stretched out your hand to shake his. Wonwoo placed the box on the ground and shook your hand gently with a warm smile. Grandma was right when she called you gorgeous. Wearing a tank top, pajama shorts, a messy bun and slippers, you still looked amazing. 

You lifted the small box, “Thanks so much for offering to help, these are my last few boxes and i can finally start unpacking” you looked so relieved that wonwoo chuckled. “No worries, we live beside each other so it would be convenient too” He grabbed the heavy box and walked beside you towards the elevator. The two of you starting a simple conversation.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be neighbors. Not saying i would hate it, i just kinda pictured the next door neighbor to be someone older” You wondered out loud.

“Grandma did say you were around my age, but i’m glad that you’re friendly. You’ll definitely fit right in” Wonwoo smiled at you. “she also told me that you were around my age, are you attending college?” He asked curiously, looking down at you since you were shorter than him. 

“Yeah, i’m attending the college a few minutes walk from here. Psychology course..you?”

“nice, i’m attending the same school but taking business.”

Your stomach growled, you just remembered you haven’t eaten breakfast at all. Wonwoo laughed out loud and you pouted. “Why don’t i help you unpack and get some takeout so that we can share. It’ll help you save time” He suggested. You felt very touched by his kind gesture, “If you don’t mind, it’ll really help, i’ll pay for the takeout.”

The two of you unpacked and continued getting to know each other. It simply clicked between the two of you. There wasn’t any sign of awkwardness, and you never felt uncomfortable at all around him. Wonwoo made you feel at home. talking to him felt like you were reuniting with a friend from long ago.

Wonwoo held up a book from one of your boxes, “Holy shit, i’ve been trying to find this book for ages” you looked up from folding your clothes, “That is one of my favourite books, good eye. i had to queue hours to get that, but at least with the author’s signature as well” you winked at the end at him. His eyes widened and flipped to the first page where in deed, the bold yet elegant signature of the author lay. “i could lend it to you, as a thanks for helping me as well.”

Wonwoo smiled so brightly you were going to faint he looked like a kid who had just received a kitten for his birthday.

From then on, the two of you became the best of friends. Meeting earlier in the mornings to eat breakfast together before morning classes, walking to school together and even eating lunch together most of the times. Wonwoo introduced you to his big group of 13 friends, and not gonna lie when you first met them, you were really intimidated. Most of them were almost a head taller than you and you felt so small standing next to them. However, they welcomed you with open arms and you loved spending time with them and wonwoo.

Movie nights became a weekly thing after the both of you completed all the dued assignments. You would place you leg on his lap and the both of you would indulge in unhealthy snacks and sodas the whole night before falling asleep together.

Doing laundry together, studying at the library together and buying groceries together. it was normal to see the both of you together. There was never an awkward moment between the two of you. For the first time in your life, you trusted a friend that much in such a short time, it did kind of scare you at how fast you trusted this man but well wonwoo had never done anything to make you doubt him. In fact, he has been doing the opposite. Whenever you feel down about missing your parents or a bad test grade, wonwoo would hug you tight and wipe away your tears. He would do anything to make you happy like telling you about the dumb things his friends had done this week and afterwards tuck you in, sleeping on the couch just to be sure you were okay.

You entrusted him with a spare key in case of emergencies. The first time you realised what you felt for him was probably not entirely platonic was when you returned from your part time job one night. You were exhausted, it was a busy night at the restaurant and your manager had you running table to table taking orders and serving dishes. You wanted so badly to just collapse and your bed and sleep till tomorrow noon. You lazily unlocked your door and threw your bag on the floor, bending down to collect your shoes when you realised there was already someone inside your apartment. You recognised the back of Wonwoo’s head, his soft fluffy hair sitting on it giving him a nice look. Wonwoo heard some rustling and turned to find you finally home, “hey y/n welcome home, how’s work?” You organised your shoe and wonwoo came over to give you a squeeze. You felt his warmth and it felt so good to come back and wrap you arms around hi—.

your eyes opened in shock. You realised that with wonwoo, you were always happy. He made you feel at home, just by being next to you. He was your rock, and you looked forward seeing him everyday. Seeing him laying on your couch, a book in his hands when you reached home, immediately made you feel at ease and less tired. It was so natural, seeing him in your apartment, waiting for you to come home to him was normal.

oh my god. i’m falling in love with Jeon Wonwoo

After you started realising your romantic feelings for Wonwoo, you started being more cautious and aware of his behaviours. You would get flustered when your hand accidentally brushes against his when the both of you are walking. When he hugs you, you found is hard to let him go. You realised the sparkles in his eyes whenever he smiled and how much you enjoyed his laughter, never wanting it to stop.

The both of you would continue doing the stuff you’ve originally been doing. Baking together for the neighbours and grandma or going for walks in the park together. Only until one day, Wonwoo told you

“Y/n i’m so excited, i’m going to go on a date” You felt your smile falter, your heart breaking into tiny pieces. All hoped of “maybe he might feel the same way as i am” were thrown out of your window. You dug your fingernails harshly into your skin and you forced yourself to smile again

“hey that’s great, who is she?”

“Min jun, she’s in business as well. Super talented and smart and she’s really pretty too”

tears were starting to form, and you uncomfortably looked down at your lap, “That’s great, when are you guys going out?”

“Tomorrow, 6pm. I’m gonna bring her to that fancy restaurant Minghao recommended me.” Wonwoo looked so excited, it broke your heart even more.

“but won its movie night tomorrow” you said softly. “Don’t worry i’ll get back in time, just maybe a little late” eyes focused on his clothes. He picked out a button down and showed it to you, “Hey do you think this looks like date material”

“yeah” you mumbled. playing with your fingers, trying to distract yourself from breaking down infront of wonwoo. That night you left his apartment earlier than usual, telling him you still had some assignments to complete. If assignments meant crying the whole night.

the next day, you didn’t see wonwoo that much since you had more classes than usual. You were surprised you were still able to pull through them. Your doorbell rang and you opened it to see Wonwoo.

He was dressed nice in the same button down and jeans. His wrist adorned an elegant watch and his hair was styled nicely. he smelled of fresh shave. Your heart was pounding in your chest at how handsome he looked. “Wish me luck Y/n, i’m going to pick her up now” he smiled, showing how excited he was.

“have a great time Won” You said softly, knowing you wouldn’t have a great time knowing the person you love was going to meet someone else. Wonwoo waved goodbye to you and you closed the door. Sliding down the cool wooden surface and onto the ground, bringing your knees together and bawling your eyes out.

It was about 1 am, you sat on the couch waiting for Wonwoo to return for movie night. this heavy feeling of regret on your chest. You wanted to tell him about your feelings, at least let him know how deeply you felt for him. you knew you couldn’t pretend how much it didn’t affect you that he didn’t feel the same way about you.

The doorknob jingled and you realized it was wonwoo unlocking the door. You stood up and cleaned your sweaty nervous palms on your pajamas. Wonwoo opened the door and was shocked to see you still awake and waiting for him, snacks laid out on the coffee table and tv switched on to the netflix channel. “Y/n i wanted to check if you gone to bed already. I’m so sorry, we had such a good time i lost track of it and i walked her home”

Your heart once again broke at the fact that he had a great time. Of course you wanted him to find a nice girl, but it hurt you so much knowing it wasn’t you. “Wonwoo it’s fine...i need to tell you something and it’s really serious” Wonwoo rushed to you and the both of you sat on the couch. “look won, i really treasure our friendship but i just have to get it off of my chest. i-i love you, but more than a friend loves her bestfriend.” The hand that wonwoo used to hold your hand slowly retracted from yours.

“i know you don’t feel the same way” you said, your voice slightly breaking because your tears started dropping freely. “But you found someone, Min jun, who is much better than me anyways. Treasure her okay? i just want you to be happy and if you’re the happiest with her, then she is the road to go” Wonwoo instinctively raised his hand to wipe away your tears, but he brought it back down at the last second. “Y-y/n i’m so sorry, but i-i just don’t feel the same as you do. i really wished that i did” he looked down at his lap

You sighed out, “It’s fine wonwoo, it’s not your fault either, i just want to lay down now so goodnight. See you later Alligator”

“Goodbye crocodile” Wonwoo mumbled.

You snuggled closer into your blankets as you heard wonwoo leave the apartment and let the tears flow freely. 

You know what hurts the most? Loving someone who didn’t love you back.

Wonwoo didn’t sleep that night. you were on his mind the whole time. Guilt spreading his entire body as he could still remember the way you looked when you confessed your feelings to him. The way he wanted to hold you so tight then and chase all your problems away. He reached out his hand to wipe away your tears without even thinking but backed away in the end. 

He raised his hand in front of his face and stared at it. he knew he didn’t think of you as anything else but a friend.....right? He recalled all the memories he shared with you, food fights when the both of you woke up at 3 in the morning and had the terrible idea to bake cookies right then. The way your eyes lit up as you stared at the fishes in the sea aquarium. How bright your smile was when he brought you to a cat cafe. Oh god he loved your smi--

Wait no. He thought, i like Min jun, yeah the girl i’m going out with. Right?

He didn’t see you around that much anymore. You didn’t invite him in for breakfast. You walked to college on your own and you ate lunch that you have already prepared yourself. Wonwoo’s heart broke knowing you were purposefully avoiding him, trying to get over him. He himself spent countless of nights trying to get you out of his mind. But his mind always wandered back to you, have you been eating properly? Taking enough rests? or overworking yet again. he hasn’t been taking care of himself. Meals were half eaten, his eyes were dull and he hardly smiled anymore. he just wanted to see you again 

your smile, your eyes, your gorgeous face, your kind heart. 

his head kept convincing himself, Min jun, Min jun, Min jun.

but his heart chanted, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.

Glasses clinked together, waiters moving around swiftly. Under dim lighting, Wonwoo stared at his date, Seo min. Seo min was talking about her new designer bag that she bought. Wonwoo zoned out of the conversation tapping his fingernails on the table, he switched his phone on from under the table and stared at the screensaver. It was a selfie of you and Wonwoo. 

Seo min clicked her fingers to gain wonwoo’s attention. “Hey you okay? you seem distracted” 

Wonwoo rubbed his face and flashed her a fake smile, “erm yeah i’m sorry, what were you saying?”. she continued droning on and Wonwoo had to put in so much focus just to hear what she was saying. He realised how similar the both of you looked. H/c hair, same hair length, height. But she wasn’t you. She didn’t want to get know Wonwoo, she didn’t care to ask if he was taking care of himself. 

oh god, i’m in love with Y/n, wonwoo realised

“S-Seo min, i-i need to go, i’m sorry. and i can’t see you anymore. Here is the money for this meal. i have to go” before Seo min could even say anything, Wonwoo was running out of the restaurant. 

Wonwoo ran like he never ran before, every breath came out as a light smoke as he ran through the cold wintery streets towards the apartment building. He climbed up the stairs as he was too impatient. 

Wonwoo impatiently knocked on your door, panting heavily from running and climbing so far. He waited for you to open the door and brushed through his hair. 

The multiple knocks on your door made you put down your book and hot chocolate. “I’m coming!” you said, wondering who was visiting you at this hour. You opened the door and was shocked when you saw Wonwoo panting like he just ran miles. 

“Won-” wonwoo stopped you by placing his lips on yours, slowly snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. You were shocked for a second, but hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You broke the kiss first, leaning away and placing your hands on his face waiting for him to talk

“Y/n, these few week has been misery. As cliche as it sounds, it wasn’t the same without you. I missed you so much, your smile, your laughter, everything. Cooking with you, studying with you and even doing laundry together” Wonwoo said voice slightly quivering as all his emotions poured out for you. “i realised as much as i was attracted to Min Jun, my heart belonged to you. I love you, and i didn’t see it before but i really do. I hope that you’ll consider me again and i’ll really like to bring you out” he finished

You gave him a small peck on the lips, “of course Wonwoo.” He gave you the brightest smile, knowing he has you back in his life and that you love him as well, made him the happiest man alive

He wrapped his arms below your knees and carried you into your apartment and onto your bed. The two of you kay and cuddled for a while. Talking about the events that happened when the two of you weren’t talking.

With you, Wonwoo felt like himself. In contrast to how he felt when he was with Min jun. That night he kissed you goodnight and had the best sleep in a few weeks.

Wonwoo has been bringing you on dates for a couple of weeks now, but he hasn’t officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Regular activities such as having breakfast together and spending time together resumed.

On christmas morning, you woke up earlier to make pancakes for the two of you. A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, you let out a small yelp and Wonwoo’s deep chuckle made your hair on the back of your neck rise.

You turned around and gave him a kiss, “Good morning won.”

“Good morning baby”

You raised your head to realised the mistletoe that you hung were above you guys.

“look won” pointing to the mistletoe, “looks like i get another kiss”

Wonwoo looked up as well, “Well darling, i have one question. Would you like a kiss from won? or a kiss from your boyfriend Won?” he said bringing you closer. “because i would definitely love to kiss my girlfriend Y/n, not just Y/n.”

you can’t believe he was asking you to be his girlfriend, and on christmas morning under the mistletoe. It was a perfect moment. Your hand wrapped against your mouth in disbelief as wonwoo continued staring at you. You finally nodded frantically and Wonwoo’s face erupted into a big smile

He brought you in for a kiss. A kiss under the mistletoe, from your boyfriend next door.

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Focus (7)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Warnings: mentions of sex

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

A/N: I don’t proofread when I post so there might be typos 😅 I’ve been busy with work so I haven’t updated in a while~ If you’re still reading this fic, I just want to say thank you!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

You spend the next few days avoiding Baekhyun. The task was extremely hard since you were both in the same program. One time he had his Advanced Biochemistry class just before your Organic Chemistry class in the same room. When you saw him making his way out of the room, talking animatedly to Jongdae, you immediately went to hide behind Seulgi. Lucky for you, you were shorter than her. He wasn’t able to notice you but your sudden movement caught Jongdae’s eyes. He smirks but doesn’t say a word to Baekhyun. Especially not when you were trying so hard to hide.

Jongdae, being Baekhyun’s best friend and roommate, naturally knew about Baekhyun kissing you. As much as he wanted to help Baekhyun out of his misery, he didn’t want to interfere. The last time he did, it went extremely uncomfortable for him as you’ve both been seen by a professor walk out of the janitor’s closet. It ended up with him being shouted on by Baekhyun and being ignored by Baekhyun the whole night when he tried to explain what happened.

Baekhyun, on the other hand, wanted to apologize again but this time for kissing you so suddenly. He honestly doesn’t know what he was doing and why he did it. But how was he supposed to tell you that? “Y/N, I’m sorry I kissed you, I don’t know why I did it.” Uh, no. That doesn’t sound like an apology to him. So despite having seen you many times when you tried to hide from him, he only looks at you longingly and doesn’t try to talk to you just yet. Maybe you weren’t ready to hear it too, he guessed, considering you were going out of your way to avoid him. Not to mention you running after he kissed you. To him, it seems logical to give you some time to process and get over it before he tried to apologize.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’ve been so hung up on Baekhyun’s kiss that you neglected your studying. By the time the weekend came, you rejected your friend’s invite to a party. You planned to study the whole weekend at home to catch up with all the lessons you weren’t able to read about for the past few days. You were halfway through your Organic Chemistry notes when someone rings the doorbell. “Delivery for Ms. Y/N!” You hear someone shout.

Huh, you weren’t expecting something to come today, you thought. You went to open the door only to be greeted by a bouquet of flowers. “I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong address,” you tell the delivery man. The “delivery man” lowers the bouquet to reveal his face.

“Junmyeon?” You gasped. The first thought that came to your mind was that the person in front of you wasn’t Mr. Kim today, he was your friend, Junmyeon. He ditched the smart casual outfit and only wore a hoodie and some pants.

“These are for you.” He hand you the flowers. “Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you.”

You guide him to the dining table where your laptop and notebooks were scattered.

“I’m sorry to disrupt you from studying,” Junmyeon says as he scratches the back of his neck.

You respond with a nod as you carefully placed the flowers on the table. You were still quite mad at him for leaving you high and dry the other day.

“I just wanted to say sorry for the thing that happened a few days ago...”

“Oh you mean when you didn’t allow me to cum?”

He smiles sheepishly, flustered at how blunt you were being.

You’re friends with Junmyeon even before anything sexual happened between the two of you so you were open and comfortable talking about it with him than with Baekhyun. “I mean come on, Junmyeon, I understand we all have sexual urges. It’s fine. We’re human.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “But personally I think it’s unfair that you didn’t let me cum,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just — my mind got clouded when I saw your hickey. I wasn’t in the right headspace.”

You were used to having sexual affairs, it wasn’t a big deal to you. You’ve had plenty of one night stands over last year with strangers. The only thing that was weird right now was that it was Junmyeon you did it with. A friend. Your professor. So you don’t know how to proceed with this. Same as how you didn’t know how to act with Baekhyun because of what happened to the two of you between the sheets.

It even complicates things when you hear Junmyeon say those last words. He worded it as if he was jealous that you’ve been doing this act with another man. And then you remember how Baekhyun sounds exactly the same the last time you talked and he reacted the same way. How possessive, you thought.

But if they were possessive, you were greedy. You wanted to have them that way again, despite the strain in your “relationships”. You wanted them to touch you and fuck you. Your thoughts were heading in another dangerous path so you cough and try to clear your mind.

“Yeah, whatever, Junmyeon. Just don’t do it again next time.” The words flew out of your mouth before you can even comprehend what you said.

Next time? His eyes widened. Will there be a next time? He sure as hell hopes so. Your mouth was amazing and he wanted to feel you again, but in your pussy next time. This excites him.

You were flustered with what you said. But if you talked right now, you’ll be embarrassing yourself more so you remain quiet. You stare at your notes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. You were hyper aware that he was looking at you. You kept your mouth shut.

Then Junmyeon sighs. “What are you studying, princess?” You blush at the pet name.

“Organic Chemistry.” You say. “I didn’t know it was supposed to be this hard.” The sexual tension now gone as you talked about your studies. “I mean, I know some basic stuff because of the training we received for the quiz bee last year but some of these things are really hard to understand. My professor won’t even teach us properly. She makes us answer all the problem sets in the book every meeting. How can you even answer something that you haven’t learned yet?”

Junmyeon looks at you softly. “I think I can help you with that. Although, I’m not as good in Organic Chem than I am with Biology...”

Your eyes sparkled at what he said. “That’s alright! You know I need all the help I could get. I’m pretty sure you know that I need a dumbed down version of the lesson if I need to get the hang of this.”

So for the next few hours, Junmyeon helps you study. Being your tutor for over a year, he knows how to get his point across to you so it wasn’t really hard for you to understand what he was saying.

The study session was interrupted once again when you hear jingling of keys. You see your parents standing by the door and you got up from your seat so fast to hug them. “You came earlier! I thought you weren’t supposed to come back until next week.”

“We missed you, darling.” Your mom coos.

“Next week’s meeting was rescheduled so we decided to go back here. How are you sweetheart?” Your father says.

“Everything’s fine. Junmyeon’s here, he’s helping me study.”

On cue, Junmyeon shakes hands with your parents to greet them. Your parents respected Junmyeon because he tutored you for over a year and had significantly improved your grades. They knew you remained friends with him after so they weren’t bothered by the fact that you were hanging out. Your mom invites him for dinner, but Junmyeon politely declines, claiming he still had some paperworks to sign and that only dropped by to help you study. He bids everyone goodbye after a few minutes of small talk with your parents and leaves.

By dinner time, you converse with your parents, asking them about their trip and what they did. In turn, they asked you how was your first week back at school and you internally cringed at the fact that the first week of your school was troublesome. You don’t tell them that though. You just tell them that it went by pretty quickly.

When you’re done with the dishes, you resigned to your room to study again. You studied until the weekend was over. You were a slow learner so you needed to promptly start studying instead of cramming everything the day before a quiz or major exam comes up. It works for you though, you get to learn at your own pace.

The next thing you knew, it was Monday again and you had Bio class. Since you and Junmyeon made up, you were slightly less worried about going to class. The only problem was Baekhyun was there and you don’t know if you should still avoid him or if maybe you should make up with him too...

As you enter the room, you scan for any sign of Baekhyun or Sehun. You release a breath of relief when you realized they weren’t there yet. Having arrived 15 minutes earlier than the start of the class, you sit by the middle row and start plugging on your earphones. You reread the lessons you studied over the weekend.

You were interrupted when someone taps your shoulder. You remove your earphones and look up to see Sehun smirking at you. You roll your eyes at him as he sits beside you.

“Is that the proper way to greet your friend?” He says.

You immediately fake a smile and use a high pitched voice, “Hi Sehun~”

Sehun frowns in disdain and shakes his head. “So... has was your talk with B?” He moves his eyebrows up and down.

“I remember making a promise to you last week? And it goes by ‘I will kill you,’ do you remember?” You smile at him.

“As I’ve said, I’d like to see you try.”

“Can I borrow your hand?” You ask him.

Sehun eyes you warily but gives his hand eventually. You smile and grab one of his fingers and start bending it backwards.

“Ow!” He shouts and snatches his hands away from you. “What a devil!”

You roll your eyes. “Stop overreacting. It wasn’t that bad!”

He raises his brow in response.

“Now that that’s all done,” you start saying, “last week he apologized to me. For — uh, reacting weirdly when he saw me and Jongdae. He explained how Jongdae wanted to ‘seek me out’ when he found out what happened between me and B. And then....”

And then Baekhyun arrives and you immediately shut your mouth. Sehun notices Baekhyun’s arrival but continues to look at you, asking you through his eyes for the rest of the story. But you don’t budge. Sehun figures that you won’t talk if Baekhyun was there so he sighs and pinches his nose in frustration. He hates it when people leave him hanging.

You didn’t expect Sehun to turn around and ask Baekhyun what happened last week. Your eyes widened. You look at Baekhyun and he looks at you. You plead with your eyes, asking him, no, begging him to not say anything to Sehun. But if anything, Baekhyun doesn’t like that Sehun still hangs around with you and that he sits beside you when it was supposed to be Baekhyun’s seat.

So out of spite, he says, “I kissed her.” at the same time that Mr. Kim comes in the classroom. Somehow, Mr. Kim heard what Baekhyun said and figured out that he was referring to you. Sehun, on the other hand, was shocked. He faced you while you buried your face in your hands.

It hasn’t been an hour since you’ve sat on your chair, but you feel like you’re so done for the week already.

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Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi Volume 6 Chapter 1

T/N: I mostly didn’t translate a lot of the names of the ayakashi/youkai, as well as the proper nouns because uhm... They’re basically nouns. It’s like how some translated manga are done. Plus it irks me sometimes when everything just gets transliterated, it kills off the vibe. But that’s just me. Links to references at the end of the post.

Also if you like this translation, you can share the link, reblog, but for pete’s sake DO NOT REPOST ELSEWHERE. I worked hard to finish this thing, it’s not like I just Google-translated this whole sh**..

If you need refreshers on what happened, @kakuriyo-translations​ already had the previous translations. I’m just contributing to this fandom. Also, as previously mentioned in my other post, the 2 seasons of the anime cover volumes 1-5, so if you need a review just rewatch them all. Volume 6 starts here.

OK, here’s the stuff now.

Volume 6 - I got hired as a novice in an Ayakashi Inn** From the back cover: Autumn has visited the Ayakashi living in Kakuriyo's long-established inn Tenjin-ya. Aoi who was kidnapped by the rival inn Orio-ya, finally ended through her cooking the hardships of, and cleared the curse of the Southern Lands. Returning home victoriously, what awaits this lady are her friends in Tenjin-ya, the warmth, and the everyday busy-ness! While thinking of new souvenir products and preparing and pushing for the Autumn Festival, she reopens her Japanese Restaurant "Yugao". That time, she was invited by Odanna-sama to a fruit orchard date. Surely him always inviting her out never changed, as time after the Orio-ya incident passes her by, is she realizing that she's starting to think that she wants to know more about Odanna-sama...?

From the inside front jacket: Yuuma Midori (Author)A citizen from Fukuoka. Her debut publication published by Alpha Police: Marrying my wife is a dangerous circumstance with a giant demonic beast. Changing her pen-name after that, she published Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi, I married into an Ayakashi Inn. Currently  Fujimi Bun-ko's big hit, and is now an illustrated series released by B-s LOG COMICS.

Character introduction page Tenjin-ya: An old-established place in North-eastern Kakuriyo, where Ayakashi dwell. Under the Ogre-god's (Onigami) leadership, many visiting Ayakashi helped it flourish, although sometimes humans make visits too. Odanna-sama: Master of Kakuriyo's Tenjin-ya, an Onigami respected by many Ayakashi. Even though Aoi should be wedded to him, his true intentions are currently unknown, as he watches the lady's speech and behavior. Tsubaki Aoi: College student who was whisked away against her own will in order to pay for her grandfather's debt in Tenjin-ya. Refusing Odanna-sama's marriage proposal, with her talents in cooking she manages her own Japanese restaurant, Yugao.

T/N: The volume title is a pun, it can go like "a new hire gets into an ayakashi inn" or "newly-harvested rice enters the ayakashi inn". No complaints though, but I won't spoil anything lol

Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi Volume 6, Chapter 1: Autumn's Newly-harvested Rice's** Accompaniment P5 "Aoi-san! We're already at our limit!" "Gah, so far, today...." That was in the last days of September in Yugao. I, Tsubaki Aoi, scrunching my face in vexation, took a peep in the refrigerator with hardly any ingredients left. Confronting and attacking the food rations altogether, it seems that they're now all gone. I wonder if in today's opening, will the incoming guests ever cease?

Lately, Yugao's business has been spectacular all over, it has been a very, very busy time. On days when there are so many customers, when the ingredients are all used up midway, the restaurant has to close shop early, and while we're preparing so many ingredients before reopening again, on those days that we have to regulate incoming customers, not many come in and the restaurant becomes bare of people, controlling the number of incoming guests is difficult. I wonder what I'll do if it's just me doing everything inside the restaurant, and I feel like I'm already at my limit... "That matter at Orio-ya, the thing about the ceremony and all the different things have been dramatized and turned upside-down in so many ways, it has become Kakuriyo's hot topic. Aoi-san has become something that livened-up the world, and Ayakashi have been interested and drawn to you, haven't they? Even Yugao has become famous..."

T/N: It's frustrating to translate the term for newly-harvested rice. Coming from a rice-eating culture like Japan and the rest of Asia, it's easy to categorize all stages of rice because there are words that exist for that. Like they say, languages are shaped by the needs of the users. Unfortunately, English has none of those so yeah, from here on end I'll be using the term newly-harvested rice here because to be honest, it tastes a lot better than rice stocked for a long time. That one tastes dry and bland even when cooked, while newly-harvested rice smells fragrant, has a soft texture, and just doesn't taste moldy lol

P6 While on a short break from cleaning up and arranging the place after business hours, Ginji-san and I were eating dried persimmons given to us by a customer as we sat on the counters while sipping tea. "Ginji-san, you were keenly saying that, but I wasn't intending on making a ruckus in Kakuriyo." "Yes, I understand. Ayakashi have been noticing, in their own ways... Thanks to Yugao, our business is booming!" Ginji-san's tired face turned and changed into a very happy one, meanwhile I was getting anxious. As someone who is burdened with a debt I am happy that the restaurant is flourishing, even though the place is getting better overall, there are many hindrances coming out with regards to cooking, and in spite of our efforts, I still feel bad for the customers that come in. Ah, but unrelated to that, this dried persimmon tastes really good. It's center is soft and moist, and sweet, yet a faint aftertaste of the puckery seed still remains, but I love that taste. Even if the people that I hated then are that much, a lot of Grandpa's treasured food makes me yearn for the good old days. "Very soon, Yugao will need to hire new employees, don't you think so?" "New employees? Really? Well, if it's just Ginji-san and I, it's already impossible..." I agreed with Ginji-san's suggestion. Ever since we opened, the two of us had been giving our all. To put it in words, we need someone other than Ginji-san to be designated with a job post. All the more that I think Yugao needs a new staff. "Since it seems that Aoi-san is concentrating on making the dishes, you might want the new staff to bear the task of receiving guests. P7 Would you like to try putting up a "Now Hiring" sign in Tenjin-ya's announcement board?" "I wonder who would come to apply?" What kind of brand-new staff will we hire? "Aoi-sama, you're cruel!" Instantly, from the pendant that contains ogre-fire, popped out Ai-chan. She looks like me, but her cheeks were swelling with annoyance. "Why, you call me your family, and at the same time hire me as your employee! If that's the case, tell me what to do!" "Well now, Ai-chan is very eager to work?" "You haven't spoken to me in a very long time..." Is that so? I tried to recall. When I called Ai-chan out to learn about the basics of cooking, that time she went out and played with Chibi. I think Ai-chan is still an Ayakashi child, and she still haven't got the idea on what it means to be an employee. "But Ai-chan, if you feel sleepy, you can't return to the pendant. Also, on top of that, it would be weird when there's two of us working here at Yugao..." Ginji-san looked at Ai-chan and I. P8 I wonder what he thinks of us having similar faces. "Oh, that, uhm... Aoi-san is most concerned about Ai-chan, and it is that you would want to work, but I think it's surely awkward when there is someone that looks like Aoi-san, won't it?" "Wh.. Why is that...? Young master-sama, I want to work too..." Ai-chan begged earnestly to Ginji-san with her teary eyes. My face tells it all, and Ginji-san also sees that it can turn into a crazy situation, and we stuttered. "Uhm, that's... That is..." Her eyes started swimming in tears. "But we could cause confusion with the customers. They'll think Ai-chan is me, and I am Ai-chan..." "I'm definitely sure that can happen... This is not related to Yugao's business operations, but it's possible that I can swap places with a family who looks like me, but really you are a precious being. With that, won't it be better to hide?" "Really?" "Yes... If my look-alike and I were both working in here, we may have a trump card,but evil people may take advantage of that too. Because of that, Ai-chan who can do things must hide in her favorite place..." Ginji-san glimpsed at teary-eyed Ai-chan who was biting her lower lip like a child and scratching her forehead. P9 "In order for Ai-chan to work in this restaurant, there are two conditions, OK? One, when you're in duty, you can't go to sleep. The other is that you have to change your appearance into someone else's." "Someone else's appearance..." Ai-chan and I huddled and titled our heads. The thing about not sleeping is reasonable and understandable. "About that, how do I change into someone else?" "I'm sorry. That's something that you must learn on your own. Be original, OK?" "O..ri...gi..nal..?" It seems that Ai-chan doesn't understand what that means. "Well, let's see. Let's use Tokihiko-san from Orio-ya as an example.** In the beginning, that person was just made up of many little Youkai flames**, but right now he can't change into anything else, he can only change into the shape he already has. If you change your appearance into someone else, if you change it to look like me, that's a whole different level, but Ai-chan is still a child, I wonder if she can understand?" But Ai-chan yells "I'll do it!" and raises her hand in proclamation. "I'll do my best in making my own appearance!" "Wooooowwww..." Ginji-san and I lightly clapped our hands for Ai-chan who was in high spirits.

T/N: In Volume 3, where Shizuna and Tokihiko meet again, like the episodes before the Orio-ya arc, it was briefly explained that ayakashi are formed from objects, when the consciousness enters the objects and make them sentient. I’ll probably translate that once I finished volumes 6-10, or maybe not. P10 "But because it's sleepy-time, I'll go back to the pendant!" "Whaaat." She immediately returned into ogre-fire, and Ai-chan hid back into the pendant in my bosom. The pendant's flickering light makes it seem like Ai-chan was sleeping and snoozing peacefully inside. "She seems serious, about the whole 'What appearance should I make' thing." "As soon as she wanted to slep, she already entered a new period of growth. In just a short time, I think she's already like an Ayakashi that stays awake late at night... It's because Ayakashi by nature don't sleep that much." "It's not like that, it's just that employes and everyone else just have short sleeping schedules. It's toxic**, it's something I thought of, but it's not really like that..." "No, it's not something like that. It's because Tenjin-ya also considerably receives nice wholesome** citizens of Kakuriyo. And that is why it's always very busy." "What, wait, doesn't that make it mixed**?" Well, whatever, I only sleep 10 minutes everyday, and even though it's a rest day tomorrow, it's not a problem for me. And for sure, when that busy day comes, I'd be very happy to receive Ai-chan's help. Whatever that child's appearance would make, I'll be looking forward to it.

T/N: the original words used were BLACK, WHITE, and GRAY. Black is considered to be the dark side of things aka toxic workplaces, White is the usual nice and wholesome facade, and the Gray was just inserted to complete the pun because in color theory thingy, BLACK+WHITE=GRAY. But that's just me lol You have been warned that this light novel uses a lot of puns P11 "Aoi--- Fooooood---" "Oh, that person's here." That person, is that Yuki-onna. Always, after Yugao's business hours, it's always the same, she always comes, the former Young Mistress but is now the waitress O-ryo. "Now's not a good time, O-ryo. There's none already." "Waaait, again? No rice? Even the rice is gone too?" "Even if I cook the rice, that's just it. Tomorrow is Yugao's rest day, and there aren't any excess ingredients here." "Then as long as there's rice that can be cooked, it's fine. I really love rice. Newly-harvested rice** is the most delicious, isn't it?" If that's the case, then there's nothing else to eat here, Ginji-san and I whispered to each other. But O-ryo just invited herself in the counters, and I had no choice but to stand up and start preparing to cook the rice. Just as O-ryo said, it's already the season of delicious rice. Especially in the land of Ogre's Gate, the rice brand "Onihonoka" is a famous specialty and souvenir, harvested either in the last days of August to the first days of September, polished immediately after harvest and is now back in the market. P12 But, if we use newly-harvested rice here in Yugao, it's distinct grains that contain a lot of moisture can really rake in the positive points. When cooking rice it is common that the little water added will decrease as it cooks, and it tastes all the more better. I wonder if O-ryo can wait for 30 minutes as the rice gets soaked.** "Wait, O-ryo sama!" The next one who came in was that horse chestnut girl, with her signature Tanuki ears and the round, fluffy tail. It was Tenjin-ya's lower-ranking waitress, Kasuga. "We thought we lost the bottle opener at the banquet hall. O-ryo sama, when your duties ended you immediately went to Yugao, and our new-hired waiters and waitresses had to search here and there. I was about to do some deliveries but I had to take charge of our newbies." "Oh, really? Kasuga, why didn't you just remember to let your juniors do it?" "But it's O-ryo sama's fault. All of the juniors and everyone has been doing their best here." "Oh, fine, there, there. Kasuga, you're also giving it your all, OK?" Whether it's because she's tired or she just deemed the answer was acceptable and ran away with it, Kasuga just allowed O-ryo to roughly pat her head. And when the bottle opener that had a bell made out of ice was produced, Kasuga immediately stuck it inside her obi. When the bell chimed, a clear tinkling sound echoed. "Isn't that ice bell lovely?"

T/N: Hot tip, if you're cooking rice, not the instant kind, if you want a less fussy method just soak it for at least 30 minutes before boiling it, it makes it cook faster, especially when the rice is long-grain, brown or colored rice, or the dry grained ones that are better for fried rice because the grains don't stick together. P13 "Yes. I won't give it to you, Kasuga." "I don't have a need for it, and for that reason it's not an important conversation." Kasuga sighed with a dumbfounded expression. In this situation I don't know who's the senior and who's the underling. "Oh, by the way, Young Master-sama, Odanna-sama calls for you." "Wah, is that so, Kasuga-san? Oh, it's probably the matter about the Autumn Festival. Aoi-san, I have to go to the main building for a bit, ok?" "Yes, thank you for your hard work, Ginji-san." Ginji-san's head bobbed as he bowed, and with a quick pace left Yugao. "Kasuga, even today you were asked to do a lot of things here and there, weren't you?" "Yeah, that's true. Everyone was telling me to go here and run over there. Oh well, I'll get used to it somehow." Kasuga meekly and quietly sat beside were O-ryo was sitting. Did this girl also went here to eat some newly-harvested rice? "Aoi--- Is it done? I'm hungry-- Isn't Kakuriyo's pot cooking fast enough?" "Whaaat. Please wait a bit more, O-ryo. Because it's newly-harvested rice, I only had it soaked for a bit." "Ehhh... That's already fine. Whether it gets cooked or not, because I'm hungry." P14 I wanted to choose the best way to cook the newly-harvested rice, so I could relish its delicious taste, but I wonder if I just lost to O-ryo's explanation just like this while the rice was cooking. She seems to be already at the limit of her patience, and she started to violently beat the counters. "Aoi--- Aoi--- Rice! Let me eat rice!" "Hold it there, big woman baby! Stop beating the counters, or else it will fall apart." My table.. Really, O-ryo can really be so selfish... "Yo, is there any grub to eat?" Akatsuki, like the usual routine, came here. O-ryo, Kasuga, and Akatsuki, repeatedly always come here, and were becoming "Give me food, give me food" Ayakashi. "I'm sorry Akatsuki, today there's nothing left. O-ryo said she's fine with just white rice, and that's what I'm cooking right now." "I'm also fine with just rice. Do you have any pickles?" Akatsuki sat beside the counter where Kasuga was, where two people were already sitting at. It has always been like this. "Wherever rice is offered as if for the gods, there's always a line on the counters. One way or another, Ayakashi love rice, don't they?" Finally, the rice on the stove has cooked. Kakuriyo's pots only need five minutes to cook rice, and it's really very convenient. P15 "Akatsuki, you haven't used up your salary and vacation leaves this year, haven't you? You don't have a girlfriend, and you give me the impression that working is your hobby. You're that kind of guy, aren't you?" While doing nothing on an empty stomach, O-ryo started bickering with Akatsuki, who was beyond Kasuga's seat. Even thought it's not nice, O-ryo toys Akatsuki a lot, who was younger than her. Akatsuki's face spells like "Shut up, you're noisy" whenever he's tired after work. "It's better to think about frolicking and having fun, Akatsuki. It's a waste, no matter how much you work, being a guy who looks angry and has no excess time to have some time to have fun." "Stop talking to me already, O-ryo." "Whaaat. How conceited. I'm the senior and you're the junior. I'm older than you and you're younger than me." "And so? You dropped being in the management staff and now you're a waitress. Between being a head clerk and a waitress, I'm higher-ranked." "Arrrghh, this guy is so UN-ADORABLE!" "O-ryo sama, you're noisy!" O-ryo's shrill voice spreads out, and Akatsuki and Kasuga both covered their ears. I opened Yugao's kitchen's refrigerator as I pinched my small ears shut. There wasn't any ingredients left to make side dishes, so I just took the rice out and served it. As I was doing this, I was laughing by myself. Hee hee hee.. "I could hear Aoi-chan letting out a weird laugh." P16 "What meals are she thinking of, at this point?" "Aoi is indeed an Ayakashi that cooks and cooks, isn't she?" Until now, O-ryo, Kasuga and Akatsuki were all whispering and back-biting me. But that's what I felt. After waiting, the newly-harvest rice that we have been waiting for has been cooked. After the boiled rice was done, I opened the lid and a foggy yet aromatic steam was released, and my stomach started to grumble on its own. As I stirred the freshly-cooked rice, I divided it and placed some on the rice tub. Using a wooden rice paddle I tried checking its texture and taste, it was springy, and its sweetness was enjoyable. "OK, there's a lot of rice, so please just eat however you like." In the restaurant's table where the rice tub was placed, in Akatsuki and Kasuga's usual rice bowls, and in O-ryo's favorite and sometimes variable larger bowl, I served them the white rice. I piled a lot of it. Each grain was puffy and glossy, which is due to the rice's freshness. "Yay! Let's eat!" O-ryo speedily and hungrily ate the rice, as she was holding her bowl and chopsticks. Hmph, O-ryo just quieted down right now. "Kasuga, Akatsuki, aren't you two hungry too? Start eating up." P17 "Ehhhrm.... It's hard to eat like O-ryo with just the white rice..." "Aren't there any pickled food, Aoi-chan?" "Tsk, tsk, how about if I place this here?" I placed a jar in between Kasuga and Akatsuki's counters. At first, they just stared at it in bewilderment, but carefully examined the jar's contents. Kasuga seemed to immediately get what it was. "Oh, I know it! It's nametake, enoki mushrooms!" "Yes, I made it from all of the mushrooms collected this Autumn, and I placed a lot of it. I goes great with white rice. I added it to our Autumn's daily specials." As soon as I opened the jar's lid, and scooped the nametake with a wooden spoon, I placed a lot on top of their rice in the two rice bowls. The brown mushrooms were flowing and melting and moist due to being boiled down. Enoki, shimeji, shiitake, these were all seasoned with the mild soy sauce that Ayakashi love. Sugar, mirin, sake and other seasonings were also added as staples, and in my case, there's also a bit of vinegar and some spicy peppers. These were added to give a hint of spiciness and sourness to the mild flavor. To make excellent preserved food, cold tofu, boiled down greens using dashi stock and others can be added and turned into one dish. While the nametake is mixed in with the piping hot rice, Kasuga and Akatsuki heartily wolfed down their food. "Wow... This meal is filling in my empty stomach.." P18 "This is delicious!" The enoki makes a crispy and appetizing sound. O-ryo, who was growing tired of the white rice, and seems to have noticed the nametake that Kasuga and Akatsuki were eating, started staring at it with longing eyes. "O-ryo, if you want to eat some nametake, please have some too." What the.. I have barely finished talking and O-ryo already stole the nametake jar. "Wah, it's my rice's buddy!" "O-ryo sama, it's greedy of you to take it for yourself!" "Kasuga, Akatsuki, don't worry, there are other partners for your rice." The poor things, but because there were other food that pair up well with rice, I brought them out. Toppings such as pickled plums, ground meat mixed with miso and lotus root, daikon pickled in vinegar with kelp, I brought out various preserved dishes too. Because rice goes well with many daily staples, many others were served on the side. "I am pushing this powerful medicine. I stir-fried some Hijiki seaweed that still has its water, along with the gritty and crisp pickled plum with some dashi stock. It really goes well with rice." Deprived of the nametake, Akatsuki tried adding the plum and seaweed mix as a rice topping. The crunchy texture and sourness of the plum, and the strong umami taste of the seaweed was incorporated, and this was a very luxurious and delightful taste. It doesn't need any other side dish, this makes it a full and satisfying topping. P19 When making onigiri, it can be added to the rice. It's excellent for emergencies. After experimenting with both the kelp and vinegar-pickled daikon as well as the meat mixed with miso and lotus root, O-ryo started eyeing at everything again, and I placed some little by little in the saucer that she was using. It' s great that she gets to enjoy a wide variety to pair up with her rice. It's exciting to think like what could be the next one you'll taste, with each bite. Once in a while, it's nice to just enjoy and relish the taste of the newly-harvested rice. After a while, I decided to eat some rice, and went back to the kitchen to get the rice bowl I normally use. "Ah, I just remembered something!" That's it. There were still two slices left in the refrigerator for the staff's breakfast. Autumn salmon. If I defrost that, I can make another rice pair-up! "Hee hee hee. A staple rice accompaniment: salmon flakes!"** I defrosted the salmon slice on the dish with Yokai fire, flayed the skin off, and lightly seared the surface on a frying pan, added salt, dashi, mirin, sake and other seasonings then heated this on a low flame. Sauteing this with a wooden spatula while adding some water to soften it, it's all what I need to do. Hee hee hee... "That Aoi-chan is laughing in the kitchen again..." "It smells like fish being cooked..." "Hold up, Aoi! Why are you cooking fish just for yourself? My nose isn't deceiving me!" T/N: I actually do this with meat, tofu, fish or whatever I add to vegetable dishes to make them more tasty. In Japan, they call this ground meat, fish or tofu that is seasoned and sauted as "Flake". You can just prepare a large batch, and use them as needed. I guess all those hours watching Tokuson Life Hacks also helped a lot lol P20 "Don't worry Kasuga, Akatsuki, O-ryo. Everyone's going to eat what I'm making." That said, it's my last serving. Reduce the water, when the flesh has fallen apart, add white sesame seeds and sesame oil, and lightly saute it. It's really easy. The home-made salmon flake is done. "It 's done! It's done! From kids to adults, everyone will love it, the best to be paired with rice, salmon flakes! Loose salmon topping, is it easy to understand?" "Ohhh..." "That smells really good!" As soon as I brought this in front of them, O-ryo and Akatsuki's voices just sounded with admiration. Since their bowls were already devoid of rice, they both wanted to fill their bowls with another serving. But they started fighting on who should be going to get more rice to add in the rice tub, and Kasuga went up and took the rice tub on her own to refill it. She's really the most adult in this bunch. "Ahhh, I can finally eat some rice too!" Thereafter, I placed some hot, piping rice on my bowl and I could finally eat my supper. For the first time, we're going to partake the crumbly salmon flakes that I made. I can use that for onigiri, and it's going to be a favorite item in bento boxes. P21 We can do the bottling, the marketing, and the selling, as our products are really delicious, but it seems that I'll have to make it and do it all by myself. Slicing, adding water, seasoning.. I'll do it how I like it. The glossy and clean rice due to it being freshly-harvested, when you add the shiny and reddish-brown color of the salmon flakes, eating it with a spoon just makes you gobble it all up. Ah, the autumn's salmon is really tasty and fatty. When mixed and used as rice topping, in one bite the umami and saltiness goes well with the mild, sweetness of the rice. Adding the white sesame and sesame oil's fragrances, the salmon's taste, flavor and aroma improves. "Wah, this tastes so delicious, I wanna have a bowlful more.." "O-ryo sama, if you eat more than that, you'll get fat. But I want a bowlful more too..." "I knew it, it's the autumn salmon. It really pairs well with the rice." It looks like everyone got satisfied with the salmon flakes. Oh no, this is bad. We have quickly eaten the rice... We took in so much carbs..." Even the meat mixed with miso and lotus root, the miso-flavored meat and the crunchy texture of the lotus root, really, really goes well with rice too. When you want to cleanse the palate, munching on the vinegar and kelp-pickled daikon is a fitting and refreshing break. "Aoi-dono!" Sasuke-kun, the O-niwaban guard has come here to Yugao. P22 Sasuke-kun was holding a bamboo straining basket, in his usual ninja-style. And, well, inside that basket were fresh red eggs. "These are the cassowary eggs that I have gathered tonight. The Master and Young Master sent me here to deliver these to you with my life, as it is a pity that there is only white rice to eat. You can now make egg-topped rice**." I bumped into him while running. That was the ultimate, crowning, and appropriate pairing to the rice. This is awesome! TKG has arrived here!** "Wah, I'll eat another bowlful more---" "Hey, that's unfair of you, O-ryo. Me too!" "Me too. It's because eggs are also served now." In the middle of the night, the Ayakashi were eating white rice in reckless abandon. "Please, I would like to fill my stomach with a bowlful of rice." "Yes, Sasuke-kun, please come have some." Anyone can't hide their excitement with egg-topped rice. Hollowing top of the hot, piping rice, when the shell is cracked open, the lovely raw egg is dropped in here. The cassowary's rich egg yolk's color, its shine, its jelly-like appearance, when it covers the rice, it has an irresistable charm. T/N: If you're going to try this, just a reminder that bacteria like Salmonella can contaminate the egg. Only do this with super-fresh eggs from a seller you trust because getting sick isn't worth it. TKG is basically tamago-kake-gohan, or how I wrote it here, egg-topped rice. P23 Ah, just looking at it, I know it's definitely delicious. "For sure, with egg-topped rice, it's Kakuriyo's mild soy sauce, isn't it?" I wanted a simple approach. "Soy sauce is good, but adding a little sesame oil is also delicious." As expected of O-ryo, who is in the majority group. "As a minority, I like mine to have noodle soup base and wasabi." From my peripheral vision I could see Akatsuki grumbling. But that seems to be delicious too. "I always eat it with ponzu. If there's dried bonito flakes and fried onions I'll add those too." For some reason, this was expected of Kasuga. "If there are seasonings, I'll add them." Sasuke-kun is too gallant. "Ok, ok, you can eat your differing favorites, that's good." Everyone's demands were heard, and I took various seasonings and flavorings and placed these at the center of the table. I, nonetheless the simpleton just added a bit of soy sauce over the yolk, and lightly broke it, mixing it with my chopsticks. In that moment, I felt a wonderful, happy feeling. Probably, just adding the egg, I haven't even finished mixing the runny egg in, I already took a bite. "Wahhh, taking the first bite of egg-topped rice is really something, isn't it?" P24 The rich flavor of the egg yolk makes it the best and enjoyable. After relishing the first bite, I completely mixed everything, and ate some more. "Hey, everyone, the meat with miso and lotus root also goes well with the egg-topped rice." Everyone noticed the previously-ignored meat with miso after Kasuga's discovery. Wah, it really does taste well together. This is a great discovery! Egg-topped rice is awesome! Just by itself is delicious, but arranging and adding flavors for variation, it's going to be an awesome feast. "It looks like you are all having fun." "Oh, Odanna-sama." Odanna-sama and Ginji-san came to Yugao together. O-ryo and Kasuga, Akatsuki and Sasuke-kun, who were all until now eating like as if in a stupor, all suddenly stopped and stood up, and deeply bowed to Odanna-sama. "It's alright, continue eating. Those are rare eggs." As if waiting for those words, everyone sat down again and continued eating. "Well, what's up? It's been a long time since you came here. Did both of you came here for some egg-topped rice? If that's the case, we have a lot right now." "No, it's not that, a while ago we welcomed some guests and we sat for a bit and already had our meals." P25 "I also may have drank a bit too much... That liquor was a tad strong.. Uhm.. I will eat some later, ok?" Both Ginji-san and Odanna-sama were definitely tipsy, somewhat. If they received some guests during work, why were they suddenly here? While in the middle of his rapid and nonchalant talking, is he going to suggest something? "Aoi, isn't Yugao on a break tomorrow? If you're free, let's go out on a date." "What?" In an instant. I realized that everyone who was continuing their eating all stopped their chopsticks. The Odanna-sama in question, who was really in a giddy mood continued smiling. "Aoi hasn't had a rest and had always been working hard even after returning from the Orio-ya matter. And I apologize for not taking the time too, for a long while. As a new wife, Aoi has not experienced any hour of fun at all." "It's fine, I have fun every day..." "That's it! Let's go to an orchard park. We can prepare food with apples and grapes, how's that?" While my face holds desperation, somehow Odanna-sama firmly grips my shoulder. "How's that" he says. "Apples and grapes, huh..." Pointing my finger to my chin, an idea popped into my head. For sure, there will be delicious autumn fruits. P26 "OK, let's go, Odanna-sama. I am interested in the orchard park." "I'm happy to hear you say that, Aoi!" With a sigh of relief, Odanna-sama wiped the sweat on his brow. The crowd of egg-topping eaters behind me, once again started moving their chopsticks. "Aoi-san, the orchard park is inside a mountain that connects the northern and north-eastern lands. The autumn leaves in that mountain change early, and I already heard that they're already in full display, so I hope that you can also enjoy the scenery tomorrow." "Ginji-san, you're not coming too?" "Me? I, uhm..." "You also haven't taken a break since the matter with Orio-ya, you should really take a break. Won't you come with us tomorrow?" Odanna-sama invited him, but Ginji-san looked at both Odanna-sama and I, and with a small smile shook his head. "No, thank you. I think I will take care of Tenjin-ya in Odanna-sama and Aoi-san's absence." I think it's the usual Ginji-san answer, but in that time, he wasn't looking at me.

End of Chapter 1, Volume 6. Next - Chapter 2

References:

Wonderful site for the youkai references

Other stuff I used to do this: Kodansha Kanji Learner’s Dictionary (you can buy here, I’m not sponsored btw). I was about to buy the older edition but then the newer one came out 2013 so I bought that instead. Worth buying since I was able to find nearly all of the words I needed just by stroke pattern alone.

Merriam-Webster's Japanese-English Dictionary (the red-covered 1996 version is apparently out of print right now). This is what I have been using for a very long time, I bought it when I was still a fetus (yes I am old so what lol), and after so many years, when compared to newer editions, I still prefer this one since its entirety is Japanese-English, the English to Japanese gloss are just 16 pages tops, so you get more Japanese words for your buck. But that’s just my opinion, maybe other people prefer the Jap-En x En-Jap IDEK.

Basic online dictionary, Jisho. Knowledge of verb conjugations  and other words are necessary since not all have entries.

If you can read Japanese, you can buy the whole set in Amazon Japan, they’re shipping worldwide now, I think.

[dalnim96]

mood swing

➡ summary: bla bla you are happily married to jungkook and he’s perfect, you are perfect until he starts to behave strangely.

➡ pairing: jungkook | female reader

➡ words: 5k

➡ genre: fluff | expecting parent!au

➡ note: sorry for the summary. i don’t know how to put it in short. and this story is originally written with kim jongdae as the main character in my asianfanfics account but since he is off limits now, i decided to change it into jungkook and repost it here. unedited. pardon my vocab and grammar.

Waking up in the morning was never something that you can do with such ease but today it feels different, a good different you might say. There are no words to express it – you know that day when you felt extra giddy that you don’t even know why – that is probably the most exact explanation that can explain your feelings at the moment. You’ll take it as a calling card for something good that might happened later.

You sit on the bed and ruffle your messy bed-hair, and eyes squint to avoid the sun rays that pierce into the room as you forgot to close the curtain last night. Taking a glimpse, you could see the blue skies, feel the calm breeze softly graze over your skin, and the ambient temperature… it compliments everything.

You’d love for a good starter.

While slipping on your slipper, you take a quick glance at the figure sleeping soundly next to you, with his mouth slightly open, creating soft snores.

A smile crept on your face.

You have always wondered. How can a fully grown-up man still look like a baby when they were sleeping?

Perhaps every single person that you love will always look good no matter what they do. Seeing how calm the man is in his sleep, you wish to crave the image in your memories.

Lightly caresses Jungkook’s hair, you gave him a peck on the cheek. It is still early and you decide to let him sleep in for another minute since he’s probably tired from all of his work.

You tie your hair into a messy bun and were about to leave the bed but Jungkook’s arm swiftly caught you by your waist and pull you until your back hit his bare chest. You yelp as you felt him snuggling closer.

He mumbles something along the line like ‘if you leave the bed, I’ll freeze to death’ which you chuckle and lean your head on top of his bare chest, peppering it with chaste kisses.

It made a wide smile to appear on his face.

Giving the last peck on the tiny mole just right under his left nipple, you then look at him sternly.

“Enough. I need to cook breakfast and clean the house.”

“It’s Saturday,” he whined.

You give him a pat on his shoulder before detangling his arms from your body after so much difficulty.

“I know. That’s why I need to clean up the house. We’re both busy on weekdays and have no time to clean the house. I can even see a thick fine dust in our room.”

He makes a face, still keeping his eyes close and snuggles more into the blanket.

“Will you let me do my chores now, Your Highness?” you joked.

He sighs and points at his left cheek. You knew it was a signal for you to give him a kiss but you pinched his cheek instead and ran out of the room, laughing.

“Wait until I’m all awake!” you heard him holler from inside the room.

You hang the last cloth onto the hanging line before you head inside the house. As you walk past the living room to get into the kitchen where the laundry room is located, your nose crinkle in irritation at the scene in front of you.

On the coffee table, you spot two empty cans of diet cola, an empty packet of chips, and a half-bowl of popcorn.

“Honey, make sure you clean that up, okay. I just finished vacuuming that side an hour ago,” you emphasize it for him to take the hint.

He lifted an OK sign with his fingers but his eyes never left the screen.

You looked at Jungkook sprawls on the couch, looking bored at the tv program with the remote control in his hand. As he was flipping through the channel, you watch as his free right-hand reach over to the bowl and pop a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.

This is strange, you thought to yourself.

For someone who always takes good care of his health, seeing Jungkook munching all of the snacks is still a rare sight for you to see. Usually, he’d been the one who would refuse to eat fried chicken for supper because he doesn’t want to destroy his muscles.

Perhaps today is his cheat day.

You shrug and went back into the kitchen. That is when your jaw dropped for the second time.

“Honey did you… use the microwave for the popcorn?”

He looked over his shoulder, at you. “Yeah.”

“O.M.G.”

You want to laugh. As far as you know, Jeon Jungkook, the man you are married to was never – by never you mean absolutely never – fond of using the microwave because he thought it would explode or something but seeing him with the freshly ‘popped’ corn has caught you in between thoughts.

He wasn’t possibly lying to you this whole time… oh, never mind.

He’d probably found courage from his dream or something so you don’t really want to think a lot about it right now. You wanted to get done with the chores and get some rest.

“Shoot!” he suddenly shouts.

His loud voice sounds alarming that you put down the laundry basket swiftly and make a beeline out of the laundry room towards him in the living room.

“What? What happened?”

He points at the screen and your eyes followed.

“That bulgogi looks so delicious right now.”

Your brows crease as you let his words to digest in your brain. That running is all for nothing. What a waste of breath.

“I thought you injured yourself or something. Honey, you scare me.”

You forget to mention that you married an impulsive person. He loves to do things unexpectedly which is not something new so you didn’t find this quite odd.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch then,” you said while thinking of the ingredients in the fridge that is probably enough for you to create the recipe.

You pick up the trash and put away the bowl but he sat up almost immediately and grabs your hand when he saw you putting away his popcorn. “No-” he said with a mouth still full, “Don’t put it away and… I want to eat Bulgogi now.”

You stand straight.

“Honey…” your word trailed off, mouth open and loose like a fish that jumps out of the water as you stare at Jungkook as if he had just grown a pair of golden horns.

“Babe, we have just eaten breakfast about an hour ago, and do you even realize that you’re eating snacks right now?” you ask, hands on your sides.

He looks down to the bowl he snatched from your hand and pout. He put the bowl back on the table and stares at you with his doe-like eyes.

Your breath hitched.

It is your weakness. You always tend to give up whenever he acts cute around you. He used it a lot to get away from trouble whenever you sense one.

“This is a bit weird but I am hungry... again and I don’t know why…” he mumbles.

He himself notices that he is being extraordinarily irritable to you but he also couldn’t find the answer to his strange behavior. All he knows after he had thrown up twice after breakfast, his desire to eat increased almost to the point that he hates and loves it at the same time. It seems like his mind and heart are not on good terms today.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch. Not now. Period!” you speak with a stern voice before going back to clean up the mess.

There’s no way you will starve your husband but it makes no sense for a person who always takes care of his body to suddenly change overnight.

You steal a glance at Jungkook, trying to see any hint of weirdness - despite from him already being weird - in case a hungry demon possesses your husband while he is sleeping last night.

“Look at that.” his voice trailed as you followed his eyes to the TV channel again.

“Gosh, that looks delicious.” you heard him.

Reluctantly, you heave a loud sigh.

“Fine. I’ll cook it for you– wipe off your drool!”

It didn’t go unnoticed. With you being a keen observant, it is easy to figure out Jungkook’s peculiar antics today, again, after lunch. Usually, he would help you do the dishes - more like he would just back hug and pamper you with kisses while you were the one doing the dishes - but today, after he finishes the meal, he quickly went into the bedroom and came out ten minutes later with a face pale as if he just saw a ghost lurking around in the bedroom.

You had your brow raised. “You okay? Did you throw up again?!”

He makes an unpleasant expression and you quickly rush to help him settles on the couch. You then took the chance to put the back of your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature but it feels normal that you can’t conclude that he is having a fever. You were about to help him lay down on the couch when he, out of the blue, push your hands away and wrinkles his nose in disgust.

What?

You are shocked, your body went rigid and both hands that he pushes away froze on the spot. It made you lost for words. He turned away slightly, avoiding your eyes. You stood there, the body still half-bent, staring at him without blinking.

Jungkook groans, snapping you out from your thoughts. His face starts to appear a little reddish and skin glistens with sweat that has made you worry but you hesitate for a second.

It was the first time Jungkook ever pushes you away. He is usually the one to initiate intimacy between both of you and when he rejects you, it is sure taking a toll on your emotion.

It feels like your throat is tightening as if you had swallowed a huge golf ball that is hard to pass through. It is hard to admit but sadness flowed through your vein and it is messing up with your mind. You are a little bit confused and hurt of course; contemplating whether you should ignore his antics or do the exact opposite of it.

Back when you were still in college, some students call you land mine. If you miss your step, it will kaboom!

You don’t really show your emotion but if there is something that makes you extremely sad or angry until it reaches your limits, you can blow up, creating a big, big mess.

This whole thing with Jungkook, it upset you, seriously but even he doesn’t know what’s happening to him. You both do get into a lot of fights before marriage but now that you both are tied, you always told yourself to understand that compromise is a necessary part of any successful, enduring marriage. You always stick with the belief that in marriage, two people need to work together as a team and each person must give and take once in a while. You love Jungkook so that’s why you always go with the first option.

Let’s pretend that it didn’t happen.

You are trying to be rational at the moment. Jungkook may be older but it doesn’t mean that he is matured enough (sometimes) during fights. His competitive spirits are out of this world while you are always the forgiving one. It seems unfair sometimes but so far there isn’t any huge problem regarding this and you are pretty much cool about this; only if the problems are tolerable enough for you to take in. You have a deal with much more head-splitting matter even before you met him so it’s easy for you to tolerate with him.

While you are still on freeze, Jungkook then pushes himself to sit and lean his back to the back rest of the couch; his breath quivers in soft, short gasps and eyes completely train on you. It flashes with different sorts of emotions, making you gulp unconsciously.

“Are you okay?” you start off slow when he doesn’t seem to be talking soon.

At your word, he reaches over to hold your hand and you took his action as an apology. He has the soft look that you recognize whenever he is feeling apologetic to you. Knowing that he is not good with words, he always shows it through actions and you appreciate it much, especially in this kind of situation.

“Want to tell me what is going on?” you asked again.

Jungkook pulls you into a hug for just a few seconds before releasing you. The same, disgusted expression plasters on his face again. You pout.

“Why do you smell like trash?”

Blinks.

“Sorry?”

You blink at his sudden question. Contrary to his innocent face, his question has taken you off your feet. You grimace for standing up way too quick, making you a bit dizzy. You compose yourself, try to ease the dizziness. When the sensation is gone, you find yourself glaring at him.

“What do you mean I smell like trash?”

He nods.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” you mutter, discontent by his word.

Jungkook is currently taking a nap on the couch in the living room. Heavy silence settles all over the house, only the sound of the wind, the trees and rustling of leaves from outside can be heard as you keep the backyard door opened. Usually it would calm you down but today it gives off the feeling for an awkward silence.

You are currently sitting at the dining table, with your laptop, and a few papers work that you think it’d be great if you can at least do some work to kill some time.

You pause your work for a moment and turn to look at your husband on the couch. You will never get yourself used to the image presented in front of your eyes. He looks so peaceful, looks much more normal now. Jungkook’s sharp features are much softer in his sleep. His heart thumps in accordance with slow breaths, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Despite that, your mind keeps working madly, making you wonder. There are tons of questions that come into your mind at the moment. What if once he wakes up, he’ll do something weird again? Will there be an explanation for his behavior? Again?

You draw a deep breath, throwing away the negative thoughts you had and just hope for everything will be fine after he wakes up.

As you were about to get yourself another cup of coffee, you heard the beeping sound coming from the front door. On alert, your feet scramble to the front door but before you could see the ‘intruder’ from the peep-hole, someone walks into the house with food containers wrapped in bojagi on both of her hands.

“Mother!” you gasped, rushing to help your mother-in-law.

She smiled when she saw you.

“How are you doing, sweetie?” she greets as you took the items from her hands. You let her take off her shoes while you bring the food into the kitchen.

“Everything is perfectly fine, I guess?” you answered from the kitchen, unsure if your answer is the one she has been wanting to hear.

She stopped to look at her son sleeping on the couch and she clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“Look at him. Useless. How can he choose to sleep while his wife is struggling alone?” she complains.

She went over to him and gave a hard smack on his bottom when the man yelp but he went back to sleep just like nothing happened.

“Why did I give birth to a lazy kid?” she mumbles, walking into the kitchen.

“You brought us so much food. You must be busy this morning. How are we going to finish all of this?”

The elder woman helps you to unpack and store the food she brought into the fridge.

“I cook this,” she pointed at the side dishes she brought, “…and your father-in-law helped me to grill the eels.”

“Speaking of father-in-law, where is he?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps he went to drink rice wine with his friends somewhere around the neighborhood.”

“Day drinking?” you asked, surprised.

Jungkook’s mother scoffed. “You know him! No matter how many times you told him it’s bad for his health, he’ll never listen.”

You bite your inner cheek.

She has been talking about her husband’s bad drinking habit every single time someone talked about him. It always put you in an awkward position. One wrong word could make it difficult for you. You can act silly with your parents but you have no intention to do the same with your parent-in-law. Having them to trust you with their son is already a big honor for you.

“You brought mulberries too?” you decided to change the topic.

“You said you love it when you went to our house at that time.”

“That was around two months ago.”

She nudged your side lightly. “I have quite a strong memory for someone old like me.”

You chortle. “What are you talking about? People used to call you my older sister when I was back at your house.”

You both laughed at that.

It was so long since you visited your in-laws because of your work but you’re glad she is here right now. Her presence can take you off from Jungkook’s ‘problem’ for a moment.

“But you need to hide that. If Jungkook found it, he’s going to eat it. He knows he has severe allergy on berries but he still ate it.”

You nodded, remembering the moment when you and Jungkook first met. It still made your lips curve up at the memories.

It was three years ago, you were hanging out with your friends at your favorite bar when Jungkook approached you (while pretending to be cool) and asked if you’d like to go for another round with him.

He was flirtatious at the time and you find it funny but it was cringe-worthy especially when he reached for your drink for a sip. He was so into himself, oblivious that your drink was black mulberry margarita – which not even a minute later, got him struggling on the wooden floor of the bar, clutching on his throat for help.

It caused quite a scene at the bar with the bright blue and red lights ablaze from the ambulance at such a small alley and paramedics carrying a stretcher with a clumsy man on it who apparently has allergy on berries but completely forgot about it in the sake of flirting with a woman he caught his eyes on.

You and your mother-in-law were chatting at the backyard when your ears caught a crashing sound coming from the kitchen. Your conversation halted, you immediately spring up from your sit.

“What is that sound?” the old lady asked.

“I’ll… go and take a look.”

You rushed inside and straight into the kitchen only to find your husband lying unconscious on the marbled kitchen floor. In a silent panic, your eyes travel to the shattered glass pieces near his place, clear evidence for the crashing sound you heard before.

“H-Honey…” your voice trembles.

You stood frozen at the threshold of your kitchen, unable to move. Your heart starts to beat faster as sweats started to form on your body.

“Oh God!” your mother-in-law rushes past you and crouch at her son.

“Help him, sweetie!”

It was your mother-in-law’s voice that snapped you out from your walls and you rushed to help her by grabbing the broom to swipe away the glasses.

“I think he ate the mulberries.”

The woman sighed in both frustration and also alarmed by the situation. Although she is scared for her son’s health, it is not the first time that Jungkook ever collapsed after eating berries. Even when he was a lot younger, he used to ask help from their neighbor to bring him to the hospital because he didn’t want his mother to get mad at him for eating berries in secret.

“Call 119.”

You stare at Jungkook who is currently resting on the hospital bed after his treatment. The soft snores coming from him tells you that he is doing better now.

“Silly.”

It was exactly as you and your mother-in-law expected.

Jungkook had woken up while you and your mother-in-law were having a conversation in the backyard, totally oblivious at the situation. Jungkook, on the other hand, had found and eaten the berries you had hidden deep inside the fridge which triggers his allergy.

It was a close call but the medical staff manages to soothe his allergy reaction from entering critical state after giving him shots and drawing some blood for proper diagnoses.

“Mrs. Jeon?” the previous doctor visited the bed again with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Um…” you started as he looks up at you.

“You’re talking to two Mrs. Jeon here.” you point at yourself and your mother-in-law.

A loud chortle erupts from him. “Sorry about that. Can I talk to patient Jeon Jungkook’s wife then?”

“Can both of us...”

“Oh, sure.” he nods and moves closer to you while your mother-in-law stands on the side of the bed with ears wide open to hear something from the doctor.

“From the blood sample here,” he points at the paper, “we didn’t find anything that could trigger his nausea as you mention but we found that the patient has an allergy for berries. Are you two well aware of it?” he asks both of you.

“Yes, we…” you glance at your mother-in-law before continuing, “…we knew about that.”

He nods in confirmation and proceeds explaining about the cautious steps you and your husband need to take to reduce his allergic reaction.

Your lips were press into thin line the whole time. This whole situation bothers you.

You had told the doctor that your husband was feeling sick since the morning and had it check just in case it was something serious.

It can’t be. He threw up twice and when the doctor said it was nothing, you just couldn’t get it away from your head. There’s no way a perfectly fine man would throw up for nothing unless Jungkook had been drinking behind your back, probably while you were sleeping, and woke up feeling hangover from the drinks he had.

But it doesn’t seem like that either. You would’ve known it right the moment you wake up.

“You seem to worry about it a lot,” the doctor comments after looking at your trouble face.

“It can’t be nothing. He was fine before breakfast and after that he threw up twice and…” you rake your brain trying to remember anything out of the ordinary that Jungkook did today.

“…ah, he also said I smell like trash.” You unconsciously sulk.

Your words went clearly into your mother-in-law's ear and she gasps dramatically, hands move up to her chest. She looks at her son on the bed and gives a brutal smack on his stomach.

“This brat! How could he say that to his wife?!” she scolds the unconscious man angrily.

The doctor laughs full-bellied at the sitcom playing right in front of him. It was funny to him although he has seen patients get beaten by someone but not by their own mother who is exceptionally protective over their daughter-in-law.

“Mother…” you quickly grab her hand before she could slap Jungkook again. “People are watching.”  

He wipes off the imaginary tears before scanning the paper again, acting like nothing happened.

“He is negative on food poisoning.” he looks at you both, “and from what you had told us, there is nothing that could trigger his nausea unless…”

“Unless?” the older woman inquired.

He smiled knowingly. “Unless he is starting to experience his morning sickness.”

“I have morning sickness?”

You and your mother-in-law jumped on your spots, startled at the intrusion of a new voice joining your conversations.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The doctor said in a matter of a fact tone.

Your eyes went agape at your husband. You were too focused on the conversation that you didn’t even hear him waking up. He’d probably have been listening to everything.

“Are you feeling better?”

You brush some hair out of his eyes as the man observes his surroundings before his eyes fixed on the man in his white attire staring back at him with a serene smile.

“What do you mean I have morning sickness?” he asks the other man, ignoring your question. He just wants to make sure he’s not hearing things.

You turn back at the doctor. “Yes, what do you mean by that?”

He clicks his tongue before securing the glasses on his nose bridge.

“How do I start... okay.  This case is very rare but it is scientifically proven…” he stops to observe your faces but it only leaves a giggle out from his mouth.

The three of you had the same expression (brows knitted and mouth slightly ajar in confusion) that give out the idea that you wouldn’t even understand a word he’s going to say unless he made it short and simple for you to understand. Science is not particularly your favorite.

“Sorry, I’ll try again.” He clears his throat. “So, if the wife is pregnant, the husband can experience morning sickness instead of his wife. It is also called sympathetic pregnancy.”

Jungkook looks at you. He too as confused as you are. There’s a line forming between his eyebrows as you both try to absorb the new information ‘prescribe’ to you.

“My wife’s pregnant?” Jungkook asks.

“We need to test it out before confirming. I’m just stating my conclusion since there is nothing serious found from your blood sample, Mr. Jeon.”

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly grabs your hand, making you look down at him.

His expression had you under a strange mix of feelings, joy, and uneasiness. He is probably feeling the same as you. You won’t deny that the doctor’s word has caught you feeling excited.

The last time you and your husband tried for a baby was probably a month ago. It could be that you are pregnant. You always have an irregular pattern of your period and seeing that you are not experiencing any morning sickness at all risen the probability.

You try to hide the smile growing on your face.

You’ve always wanted a baby with Jungkook. You both even tried to have a baby when you were still dating but it was vain.

This might be your chance to strengthen your bond with Jungkook, to be tied by a child.

You caught the expression on your mother-in-law’s face. You can tell that she is hoping for the miracle as well.

“If you want to, we can get you tested.”

The weather is gorgeous today. The day looks exactly like the one on your postcards. Baby blue skies came in contrast with various colors of the autumn foliage that strangely fits together perfectly. The air smells crisp and cold with a little feeling of damp and especially more earthy.

However the weather is getting a lot colder as the summer has lost its heat and the cold from autumn is ready to say hello to the world.

You shiver as you approach the door to your backyard.

“Honey, get inside. It’s cold.”

You beckon Jungkook to get inside the house. He is sitting inside the hanging chair while staring at that one pot of strawberry that miraculously survives through the heat of summer and now bearing delicious looking fruits.

Jungkook stands up from his sitting and walks towards your welcoming arms but you stop him when you saw the thing on his hands.

Your brows crease. “Why… are you holding that?”

He looks at the baby shoes you bought yesterday and gives a pat on the embossed decoration of a brown bear on it before smiling.

“It’s cute.”

“I know. But why are you holding it?”

He then shoves the shoes right in front of your face, “It’s for the baby. Look, this is too cute, right?” he asks you to agree with him eagerly.

He looks totally adorable that you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

“I really hope I can get into that weird mind of yours.”

You move into the house and he follows, shutting down the door.

“I’m just… so happy,” he said, hugging the shoes for one last time before putting it back to where it belongs, on top of the shelves, and approaching you.

He pulls you into a hug, with your back sticks to his chest while he rests his chin on top of your head. Back hug is practically easier than normal face-to-face hug since there is a huge obstacle standing in the way.

“Everyone’s happy. I am happy.”

You are genuinely happy.

It turns out that after the pregnancy test, you are positive of pregnant for three weeks. It feels like a huge something has been left off your body for passing level one of marriage life as if a bundle of joy has been thrown to not only both of you but also to the people around you. Your parent, your parent-in-law, and your close friends, they were on cloud nine, congratulating you and your husband for the news.

You and Jungkook spent the next day together, just lying on the bed while hugging each other without any words uttered. There are simply no words to describe your feelings.

Elated, excited, euphoric, you name it.

The both of you spend your days ahead, planning and getting ready for the future, and decided to name the baby Jeon Jungsoo after your last ultrasound scan as the obstetrician confirms that your baby is going to be a boy. You wanted the baby to live an outstanding life, just like his name.

“Today it was just the two of us and next week we are going to have my copycat running around the house,” Jungkook whispers through your hair and tightens his arms around your body.

“I hope he won’t be as naughty as you when you were a kid.”

He pushes you to face him. You chuckle as you saw his face. Pouting and brows knitted. His ‘trademark’ of a sulking face.

“I’m not naughty. Who said that?”

“Your mother.” You stated in a matter of a fact tone.

“Oh…”

His shoulder drops. He can’t argue when the facts came from the truthfully right person that is authorized to say that.

“Will you be a good daddy then?”

His face immediately glows. He snorts, looking haughty all of sudden as he expands his chest like a superhero just saved the day.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he whispers at that, afraid that the baby could catch it and come out from you and greets ‘hi, daddy. you are abso-fucking-lutely good looking!’ to him.

“I’ve waited for this my whole life!”

You snicker at that. “Yes, you sure do but I’m the one who has to bear your weird antics for twelve weeks straight, thank you.”

He grins sheepishly, follows you like a lost puppy into the kitchen.

“Sorry about that but aren’t you glad I’m the one having it?”

You had to stop whatever you were doing at the moment at that remarks. You send a piercing glare at him.

“You eat and I throw up. Heh?” he lifts his left shoulder cutely.

“You have the audacity to say that with me looking like this?!” you point at your bloated stomach.

“Try to imagine that you are the one carrying this 25kilos worth of… of watermelon in your stomach, and your kidneys just wouldn’t let you live in peace all day long, and the pain on your back always makes you think back if all of this worth your time and efforts and… and now you’re in your last trimester week and this weird yellow liquid keeps oozing out from your breasts that you need to put tissues on it in order not to stain your shirt like… like… I don’t know. What do you think, Jeon Jungkook? Still thinks that your morning sickness is much worse than all of this?”

You need to catch your breaths after firing each of your words out of your mouth like a torpedo that evidently has hit him direct to the core.

His brain stutters for a moment while every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts try to catch up with every single word. It leaves him speechless and Jungkook mentally admits that he loses. He didn’t even realize he has both arms up in the air as if he is surrendering to you now.

“Happy now?” you snapped, but immediately bite on your lower lip afterward to prevent that smile from escaping.

Gosh, he looks so cute!

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly calls for you.

“What?”

“You… look so hot right now.”

“F.U Jungkook!”

[fizzingwizard]

very long very personal

of course it’s okay, I wouldn’t have left this public if it were a big deal, but I’d still prefer no comments on this.

So my mom messaged me the other day asking if we could chat because she “had some questions.” So I already figured something was up, because usually she doesn’t give a reason for wanting to chat, just wanting to talk is enough. I was trying to guess if “some questions” meant something very serious was going on or if she had questions about whether I’ll be able to go back to the US for Christmas this year, since last time we talked I said probably not because of covid-19.

So I felt like I didn’t want to put this off, but also did? lol. So I couldn’t make myself call last night, so I called this morning when it’s night for them. ” It seemed casual, but I could see a stack of boxes behind her. My first thought was “are my parents moving?” And at first my mom’s like, “Yeah, we decided to sell the house, so I wanted to ask you about some things of yours I found. I’m like oh, okay, probably anything left there is trash because I haven’t looked at it in 10 years (uh, though there were a couple things I wanted to keep >_>; also a mountain of books >_____>;) 

and then she goes, “So yeah, the reason we’re selling is because your dad and I are splitting up.”

and I’m like, THERE IT IS.

she said it soooo casual-like and several minutes into chatting. I’m sure because it’s an awkward thing to suddenly bring up. The thing is, before I called, I was planning to tell her that if there ever was some big news to share, I’d rather she warn me in a text message first. Like, “I’ve got some news that may be difficult to hear,” some such, doesn’t need to explain anything, just tip me off to be prepared, because that’s what I’m like. At work I never fully accept compliments because the feeling of reassurance that I’m doing well leads to me being blindsided when something goes wrong. So I try to always keep a mental balance, like “I’m glad X went well but that doesn’t mean everything is good” or “Too bad Y didn’t work out, but that doesn’t meant everything is shitty.” This is what helps me not go crazy and feel a bit in control. I wish I were a happy go lucky person for whom bad stuff rolls right off, but it doesn’t, at all, so I try to manage it the best way I can. I never feel truly happy but I never feel truly sad.

And the reason I felt like I needed to say something to my mom is, this isn’t the first time something like this happened. When I was in college, both of my parents got into a car accident - the same accident, but separate cars. They were both okay, but the cars were ruined. They didn’t tell me until weeks later. Same thing happened when my brother got sick and had to be hospitalized. He was there for weeks dealing with some pretty tough treatments and my parents were very stressed. And they didn’t tell me anything until it was all over with. I get that they didn’t want me to worry, I was in college and far away and couldn’t have done anything, and I also get that they were busy themselves, but I still want to know. For me, worry is not half as bad as being shocked afterward. Maybe my parents would prefer it the other way, but not me. I have told them this before but I guess it doesn’t stick. Every family is dysfunctional and I guess being bad at sharing bad news is my family’s dysfunction. Among many lol.

so I had basically just decided there was no real bad news to worry about and was preparing to let my mom know how I’d prefer she tell me if and when there is, when she drops this bomb on me. Like it’s no bomb at all. “Oh, you’re surprised? Your brother wasn’t surprised at all,” she said. Both my parents say the reason my bro’s not surprised is because he lives close by (and lived with them for many years until just recently) and I do not. While I’m sure there’s some truth to that, the real reason is totally that my brother Knows Everything and is Surprised By Nothing. And how I know that, is that I’m not surprised for the reason my parents think I am. They think I’m surprised because I didn’t know how far apart they’ve grown. But LOL. I know. I’ve known for a VERY long time.

The reason I’m surprised is BECAUSE I’ve known for a long time. I figured it out when I saw how other kids’ parents interact and compared it to mine. I figured it out when my mom started telling me things about her and my dad that probably she shouldn’t have told me, but I can’t be bothered to worry about it because my dad’s really provoked it, I mean REALLY provoked it. And my dad doesn’t dish dirt on my mom, but that’s because there isn’t any :P It’s a lopsided relationship in that way. What my dad has done is tell me how he really feels. How he’s so grateful that he has my mom and would be alone if not for her, and how he’s sorry for how he behaves when he’s upset and doesn’t want to lose what he’s got.

So, YEAH, I knew that my mom was not happy in her relationship, but any time she talked about it she always seemed anti-change. She wouldn’t lay down the law with my dad when he said things, she always followed him as the “head of the house,” and I couldn’t even blame her, I’ve seen both of the men in my family treat her pretty horribly for sticking up to herself so small wonder she doesn’t do it more. What I thought was, if she’s going to leave my dad, she’d have done it ten years ago, as soon as we kids were out of the house. She didn’t. So I’m mostly just surprised it’s finally happened!

And she says it’s all amicable, they’re staying friends, they’ll still see each other at holidays, etc. She said it all with a smile. In my head I was thinking, “I’m sure that’s true for mom, but what about dad?” Because Idk how much of the things my dad tells me he also tells my mom. I always got the feeling that dad felt I was his confidante in the family. Because I’m a good listener and I don’t tell secrets. There are things my mom dad and bro have all done that I have never told anyone in fifteen years.

And my dad has made it clear many many times that he does NOT want to live alone, does NOT want to be without my mom, etc. And I always complain about his super negative, “world is ending” politics which has just been getting worse - apparently he’s also been saying things like “I’m going to die and the world will end” etc stuff like that, and the talk about him dying is new. For me it’s an alarm bell, but no one else seems concerned. Not that I think my dad’s planning anything, but I mean more, he’s always been the depressive type, and it doesn’t seem to be getting better, and now having no one but himself for company... I think it’s going to make it even worse. Right now their reasoning is, they barely see each other anyway even while living in the same house, so what’s gonna change? But it’s completely different sharing a house with someone and not seeing them often and living completely alone. It doesn’t seem that different but it really is.

So my mom finishes telling me that everything’s fine and they both want this separation, and a little later my dad walks in and he says “Yeah, we’re splitting. I’m the type of person who should live alone. I don’t want it that way, but that’s how it is.” He said it casually too. My mom just went quiet. But the casualness was different from my mom’s. She seemed like “okay, I’m doing this now,” while he seems resigned. So yeah, basically I’m not worried about my mom, but I don’t think my dad totally realizes what this is gonna be like for him, and I’m really nervous about it. It gives me all sorts of bad feelings.

But to be clear, I don’t blame my mom for ANY of this. Not for wanting to separate, not for my dad’s depressive personality... none of it. Like I said, I thought she’d separate from him ten years ago. I love my dad, and he does have many good qualities, but he is difficult to live with. As a kid I overheard lots of arguments. Used to wonder if they’d divorce. Only reason I didn’t take it more seriously was because both of my parents come from bad homes, my mom’s parents divorced, my dad’s didn’t but he always said he wished they had because it was so toxic having them together. My parents seemed to value their relationship because of how shitty their own parents’ relationships were, so I thought that was what was keeping them afloat.

But on top of all that, my dad did some bad stuff with money. A few bad things. I don’t know all of it, mom says it’s between her and my dad, but my hope is that whenever I go home to visit at her new place, she’ll tell me. Of course I won’t push for it, but it’d be nice to have the whole story, because knowing what I do is already enough to be weird and confusing. Also my student loans appear involved (my parents are co-signers). Anyway, what I do know is that some bad money decisions were made and then my dad did a lot of lying and disrespectful stuff when my mom found out, and won’t apologize or admit he did anything wrong. My mom’s known about this for at least a month and he wouldn’t apologize the entire time. This seems to be the final straw for my mom. She seized control of the finances and though she didn’t say so, there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one who decided on the separation. She says she doesn’t get paying for a house she feels like she’s living alone in, when she doesn’t need such a big place just for herself, so she might as well sell and move somewhere cheaper.

Again my mom is not responsible for my dad’s metal health. She’s spent pretty much her whole adult life supporting him and not gotten all that much in return. For her, I think this is the right move and she’s going to be happier. For my dad, it’s a huge change and not a good one. Still nothing like my mom’s fault - if anything he brought it on himself - but I just feel like I’m looking into a crystal ball and it’s just my dad sitting alone in his trailer watching right wing political videos and eating junk food. Maybe forgetting to take his diabetes medicine, etc. He doesn’t even have a job so I’m not sure how that’s gonna work out. In your old age you hope you have someone who cares about you and helps look after you. At the very least you hope you have someone to talk to when you come home. I’m glad he’s supposedly going to be close to his best friend, and his best friend is a really nice guy who... may need to prepare for seeing my dad every day now? idk. But I’m grateful for that at least.

My mom will be a free bird, but it’s hard to imagine this being anything like freeing for my dad. Maybe I will turn out to be wrong. Idk. My dad’s sister is also a divorcee and has been living by herself for decades. She has a lot of loner type quirks because of that, but that’s alright. So maybe it will be okay, it will turn out my dad is really comfortable living alone after all... I wouldn’t have doubted that because he does like to be alone, it’s just the other stuff - the money, the jobs, the food, the medicine, etc - that kind of stuff I’m worried about. My aunt also fills her home with animal companions. Oh, just realized I forgot who’s going to keep the dog. Probably my dad... though of the two of them, the dog’s def better off with my mom, who actually takes her for actual walks. But my mom’s never really wanted a dog and only had one because my dad wanted it.

I mean story of my life right??? My mom doesn’t want a thing, but does it because it’s what my dad wants, he doesn’t take care of it, so she does! Rinse and repeat. For years and years and years.

When my mom told me about all this I said “Okay, I don’t want to talk about it right now but I’m glad you’re both happy.” And she was like why don’t you want to talk about it? Well for all these reasons that I could never say to their faces.

for them it’s been their marriage, for me it’s been my lifetime. There are so many things we did together. Even when my dad made his stupid music CD with the god awful cover he designed himself, and wouldn’t accept my mom’s input even though she’s a graphic designer, ya know, she does it for a living... Those kinds of memories. I know I’m sentimental as fuck. I just told my mom to throw out all my old drawings and notebooks that I was keeping from when I was a kid because it doesn’t mean a thing to me anymore. Life changes, things change, and as much as we want to carry it on with us, we just run out of space.

haha now im crying, how stupid

there’s another reason as well but I just deleted it because I’m secretive lol.

time changes and we change, and we can survive any change... but we may not like it. it may not feel worth it. idk. i don’t know if my existence is worth it. I know my parents love me and I’m personally happy on a daily basis, I’ve been lucky that while I’m hardly a peppy cheerful type, I don’t seem prone to depressive episodes like my dad and brother. So it’s not about “I shouldn’t have been born!” or nonsense. But maybe in a wiser world, my parents would not have married each other. Maybe they could have been happier. Idk.

this would all be a breath of fresh air if I could feel like it’ll be as good for my dad as it will be for my mom.

anyway I really needed to get this off my chest. again I don’t really want “aw dont worry my parents are separated too” comments. I respect what everyone’s been through and I know I’m hardly suffering here relatively speaking. but I’ve always been a melodramatic journaling type so I just had to write it down.

[withyounct]

What’s wrong kid? (3)

Reader X Single dad!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.7k

Prompt: You notice a child crying at a school playground. You decide to see what’s up and meet an extremely stressed/extremely handsome father.

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A/n: Enjoy!

“You were so hesitant to take the key, but you use it the very next day.” Jaehyun commented as you strolled into the living room while saying ‘what up it’s your girl’.

“My morning class was cancelled, and I forgot my lab book here. Plus, I'm here to make your daughter’s dream come true.” You scanned around the room and found the book on top of the bookcase. You looked back at Jaehyun to find him staring intensely at his tablet with a mischievous smile. You tightened your lips and squinted at him. You were short, but incredibly prideful. So, you jumped. You heard him chuckle behind you. You whipped your head around to see him still staring at the tablet. Smile more visible than ever. You let out a small whimper trying to reach the book on your toes. Letting out a pout, you returned to your feet. You turned again to see that he had set down the tablet and was hiding his smile behind his hand.

“In my defense I put it up there so Hyunjin wouldn’t draw on it.” He confessed, walking over to you and handing over the book with ease.

“Oh, so it wasn’t to see me struggle?” You suggested.

“No. Of course not.” He lied. You scoffed, gently hitting his side with the lab book before putting it in your bag. You asked him about his normal morning routine since this was an odd time for you to be there. He informed you that Hyunjin was going to wake up in the 20 minutes or so and he had to prepare breakfast and her lunch. You offered to help, and he accepted the offer with smiles.

A childish argument about which was better, pancakes or waffles, erupted between you two. Jaehyun was adamant that waffles were superior, and you almost quit on the spot. A quick rock-paper- scissors decided pancakes were the meal of that morning.

You were happily mixing blueberries into the batter when you felt something being smeared on your cheek. You looked to your side to see Jaehyun smiling down at you before quickly retreating. Raising an eyebrow, you grabbed the whipped cream can next to you. The pure horror on Jaehyun’s face almost made you break into laughter, but you kept your face straight.

“Y/n listen. Here’s a paper towel, I'm sorry.” He pleaded moving away from you. You smirked, but persisted. “I literally just washed my hair, Y/n.”

“And I'm wearing make-up!” You yelled, lunging at him.

You two wrestled with the can and you successfully got some in his hair. While you were laughing in triumph, you let your guard down and was pinned to the fridge. Jaehyun quickly threw the can out of your grasp and held your wrists above your head. You tried to push off, but the strength of Jaehyun and the weakness of your laughter kept you pinned. You were too busy laughing to notice Jaehyun glancing at your lips.

“Daddy. Y/n.” Hyunjin’s voice croaked sleepily. You both looked at her confused expression and slowly drifted away.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Jaehyun said dumbly as if he was caught doing something terrible. You immediately collapsed to the floor laughing at how dumb and random that was. Jaehyun looked down at your sobbing figure and broke out into laughter as well. Hyunjin, who looked like a cute disaster, finally realized what was going on and ran to your side.

“Y/N. You’re here and its morning!” She screamed excitedly while falling on you.

“Morning, angel.” You greeted as you pulled her into your lap. You told Hyunjin about how mean her dad was being to you. Hyunjin, being the truest ride or die, helped you cover Jaehyun’s hair in whipped cream.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch. Hyunjin was changing into her uniform while you and Jaehyun finished cleaning the mess that was the kitchen.

“I can drop Hyunjin off, since it’s on my way.” You said putting away the last of the dishes. Jaehyun was filtering through some documents on the island, trying to get some of the cream debris off them. You glanced at them apologetically.

“I would appreciate that. Thanks.” Jaehyun sighed, sending you a small smile.

“Busy day ahead?” You inquired pointing at the stack of papers.

“No just a meeting I'm dreading.” He confessed. You hummed understandingly.

Hyunjin announced that she was ready. You both said your goodbyes and left.

 Jaehyun was collecting his things when he spotted a ‘Good Luck! 😊’ note attached to his keys.

 “It’s 8:45 in the morning and we have a meeting in an hour. Why the hell are you smiling?” Johnny grumbled whilst downing his coffee. Jaehyun shrugged, writing his points for the meeting that he wasn’t even a little bit ready for. Johnny, being Jaehyun’s COO and best friend, was comfortable enough to call him out on his bullshit.

“Does it have something to do with the cute college student/babysitter Hyunjin told me about?” He teased. Jaehyun’s shocked expression immediately gave him away. “Holy shit. I was right.” Even though Johnny was the one to tease him, his face matched Jaehyun’s. He slammed down his cup and made his way over to Jaehyun’s office phone.

“Yuta, I need help. Jaehyun came in SMILING and it wasn’t because of Hyunjin.” Johnny said franticly into the phone. Not even a minute later, Yuta rushed into Jaehyun’s office with a tired Taeil and annoyed Doyoung following suit.

“I brought help.” Yuta stated in a slightly panic tone.

“Talk.” Doyoung said simply. Jaehyun sighed and pushed himself from his work. He shyly recounted the evening and morning that he spent with you.

“A key. He gave her a key.” Yuta muttered quietly. The room was silent for about five seconds before it erupted into chaos.

“Guys chill out, it’s okay for him to like someone.” Taeil spoke for the first time that day. All eyes fell on Jaehyun and his ears turned red at the sudden accusation of him liking you. The room fell into chaos once more.

“Shut up. I can hear you guys from down the hall.” Taeyong announced entering the room. He was greeted with scream of ‘keys’, ‘whipped cream’, and ‘kabedon’. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“We have a meeting with the shareholders in 30 minutes, so let’s leave our CEO to prepare, okay.” He reasoned as he filtered everyone out.

“Jaehyun.” He called. Jaehyun turned to his friend.

“If it’s serious, take her out on a date.” Taeyong smiled.  “And we want to meet her.” He said as he closed the door.

The meeting went as well as planned. The shareholders were happy about the progression of the company and signed off on the funds for their new project. Which happened to be your university’s new art building. Johnny, being ever the bearer of bright ideas, decided that they could do some scouting that the university during lunch. Jaehyun initially refused, but got dragged into it anyways.

“You do realize this campus is huge right?” Jaehyun asked being dragged from one end of the quad to the other. “Plus, she might be in class.” His brows knitted worriedly. He would be lying if he said that the thought of seeing you didn’t make his heart leap, but he was worried about how you would take his sudden appearance on your campus.

“Well you won’t tell us what she looks like or text her to let her know you’re here so,” Yuta said before he stopped a student to ask if they knew you. Jaehyun cringed at how shameless his friends were being.

“Science building.” He grumbled softly.

“What?” Johnny whipped his head away from a random student.

“She’s a biology major, so she might be in the science building.” Jaehyun saw the smirks on both Johnny and Yuta’s faces and knew he fucked up.

On the way there Jaehyun spotted you walking with one of your friends and stopped. The smile that made its way on your face from laughter made his heart stutter, and then reality smacked him in the face. Here you were in the prime of your life, hanging out with your friends and having fun. No real responsibilities and no real worries. He was reminded of his late wife, how she had to put her life on hold to take care of Hyunjin. She of course did it happily, but he still always felt bad. You were about the same age as her at the time, and his heart began to break at the thought of taking away your youth early just because he liked you.

“Let’s head back to the office.” He said suddenly as he watched you disappear into the library. Johnny and Yuta were about to protest when they saw how serious his face had become and how stale his tone was.

“What did you do?” Sicheng hissed at Johnny and Yuta when they arrived back. Jaehyun had said nothing to no one and locked himself in his office. Johnny and Yuta both shrugged and told them everything was fine until he suddenly changed.

“Well something happened.” Doyoung concluded. The group voted for Taeyong to go talk to him stating the ‘he’s scary right now and he only listens to you’. Taeyong, being the CFO, had a key to Jaehyun’s office and let himself in. He looked at his friend’s troubled features and sighed. He sat himself on one of the sofas in silence

“I can’t.” Jaehyun said simply rubbing his face. Taeyong hummed, encouraging him to continue. “She’s at the beginning of her life and I can’t just walk in with a child and mess all that up. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“So, you’re just going to decide what’s best for her without her knowing? Full offense, but that’s an asshole move.” Taeyong said bluntly. “From what little I've heard of her I can tell she would be hurt by that. But I'm not going to lecture you.” He got up, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder and left.

The rest of the afternoon went by way too slow for Jaehyun’s liking. He got virtually nothing done and felt shitty.

“Get up we’re leaving.” Sicheng suddenly said as he barged into the office. He didn’t give Jaehyun a moment to get confused as he pulled him outside. “Taeyong has deemed himself CEO of the day since you are ‘a terrible human being at the moment’, so we’re all getting off early.”

“My work.” Jaehyun tried.

“Will still be here when you’re reinstated as our CEO tomorrow, for now let’s go home.”

You had just finished putting Hyunjin down for her afternoon nap when you received a ‘I'm sorry in advance’ text from Jaehyun. Before you could reply, the front door slammed open and 6 very loud men barged in with an embarrassed Jaehyun behind.

“Hyunjin’s sleeping.” You shushed them harshly without much thought.

“I like her already.” Two of them said.

“Hey. I'm Johnny. The two who probably just adopted you are Taeyong and Doyoung. The short one is Taeil, and that’s Yuta and Sicheng.” Johnny introduced holding out a hand. You laughed at the group, shaking his hand.

“I'm Y/n. I've heard a lot about you guys.” You smiled.

“Aw she's cute.” Taeyong cooed.

“Okay bye.” Yuta said before he pushed you into Jaehyun. The group pushed you both out the door and locked it. You stood stunned and glanced at Jaehyun.

“They do know we both have keys, right?”

“Probably forgot in the excitement.”

Jaehyun asked if you’ve eaten to which you said no, so he drove you both to a restaurant. During the ride there and the lunch itself you noticed Jaehyun was more reserved than usual, it’s like his personality did a 180⁰ from that morning.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, the worry evident in your voice. Jaehyun looked up from his drink and smiled, but you could tell it wasn’t real.

“Yeah, sorry. I'm just thinking about work.” He lied. You hummed, but continued to stare at him. You thought of something and had to bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. You pulled out your wallet and placed the bills down before Jaehyun could protest. You dragged him out the restaurant and demanded his keys.

“I want to take you somewhere special.” You whined cutely. He reluctantly handed them over and you drove.

“An indoor ice-skating rink?” Jaehyun questioned when you arrived.

“It’s one of my favorite places to go to and no one is here during this time, so it’s awesome.” You smiled and handed him his skates.

“I’ve never done this before.” He confessed nervously.

“That’s okay, just hold my hand.” You offered pulling him onto the ice. The moment he entered; he fell. You had to expel every ounce of will power not to laugh. You tried to help him up and ended up falling yourself. That broke your serious facade and you giggled. You both raised to your feet and Jaehyun held onto you for dear life, which you thought was beyond cute. Holding both of his hands, you pulled him around. Somewhere along the way, you saw the confidence make its way on his face and let go of one of his hands. A wide smile painted his face, eyes turning into crescents and you had to calm your beating heart.

“Okay this is kind of amazing.” He said in awe. You nodded smiling.

‘yeah this kind of is’

“Are you feeling better?” You asked returning the skates. The face that Jaehyun made was one of surprise.

“Wait, you did this for me?” He asked stunned.

“Well yeah. I like you smiling better so,” You blushed. Jaehyun’s blushed matched yours, but you decided to blame it on the coldness of the room.

The drive back was better than the trip there. Jaehyun was more engaged in the conversation and made way too many lame jokes. You found yourself laughing at everything he said and learned that your music taste was similar. After a short detour for ice cream, you made it back to his place.

You walked in to find his friends chilling in the living room with a sleeping Hyunjin cuddled on Taeil. Jaehyun promptly kicked his friends out while you put Hyunjin to bed. Since it was fairly early in the night, Jaehyun suggested a movie. Having trauma from the first movie session he deemed you un-trustable and picked the movie. To your dismay it was an action film.

“Tasteless.” You mumbled under your breath. Jaehyun heard and just chuckled. Throughout the movie, popcorn was secretly thrown between you two. The climax of the secret fight ended with Jaehyun pouring the entire bowl on your head.

“You win this time.” You squinted with a handful of popcorn in your hair. Jaehyun was in tears as he helped you pick them out. You both finished the rest of the movie in relative peace and you helped him clean up the mess.

“I should go. I have a test to probably pass in the morning.” You announced stretching. Jaehyun laughed at how weird that phrasing was.

Jaehyun, like always, walked you to the door. You turned to say goodnight when you felt a hand wrap around your neck. Your eyes flew to his then slowly down to his lips. You saw him do the same and smiled. Jaehyun slowly brought your lips together and your eyes fluttered close.

Kissing Jaehyun was like experiencing something new. The unknown aspect made you a little hesitant and scared, but the softness of his lips and the gentleness of his hand washed that all away. Jaehyun felt you relax and found the confidence to move his lips. He moved his hand from your neck down to your side and pulled you against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let out a small whimper when you felt his tongue graze your bottom lip.

Just as soon as it started, it ended. He placed one last kiss on your forehead before pulling apart.

“Goodnight Y/n.” He smiled.

“Night.” You said in a daze.

The moment you were in the safety of your apartment, you let out a scream. Kun and Ten came rushing out their respected rooms in a panic.

“You good!?” Ten yelled.

You stared at them for a second before giggling and hiding your face in your hands.

“She’s fine.” Kun sighed.

Unbeknownst to you, Jaehyun was laughing like an idiot too.

[deckerstarwrites]

wanted plots for my 1x1 blog @mostpxculiar as well as fcs I’d like to play/play opposite to. please like this post, or dm me if you’d like to discuss any of these plots further! tw: nsfw/smut plots cheating, pregnancy, murder/blood,  under the cut.

plots i want, but also please come at me with plots YOU want!

a plot based off of fleabag/hot priest from fleabag

someone should give me a plot with this big bad gang leader and his super soft and cute girlfriend that has him wrapped around her finger. like he’s a feared man, which she doesn’t really care about. and she’s there to patch him up and while he usually tries to hide her away from the cruel world he’s in whenever he isn’t there with her, she just patiently waits for him when he’s out and about doing his business and he’s so fascinated by her and no matter how much of a bad guy he is, he’s just so soft for her and he’d do anything for her!!! and then his most precious possession gets kidnaped and shit goes down snsnsns (m/f, f/f)

f/f plot where a snobby, graceful, poised and rich prima ballerina falls in love with a reckless pole dancer who is super hot with a 6 pack and colourful hair and the girls are total polar opposites pls hmu

a plot where muse a just needs to get away from everything so she packs up everything into her small shitty car that barley runs and just drives. she loses count of the boarders she crossed until she lands right into the middle of a small town where the population is like 2 thousand and her car breaks down. so she goes into a diner that she sees is open and she asks about a mechanic so the lady in the diner calls up her friend who happens to be muse b, the local mechanic. so muse b comes over and tells her that he wont be able to check her car out until morning bc its like 10 pm now so muse a is going to check into a motel or smth but muse b offers to put her up for the night and bc shes broke she says yeah and basically they end up banging with the intention that after tomorrow they are never gonna see each other again - wrong. muse b goes down to his shop and looks at the engine and a really important parts gone in it and its going to take a couple weeks for it to come in and basically muse a has to stay in this shitty small town for the next couple of weeks AND THEY FALL FOR EACH OTHER AND WE CAN FIGURE THE REST OUT! (m/f, f/f)

I really want a one night stand where she snuck out before he woke up and he tried looking her up but he didn’t even know her full name, so he moved on. Move on years down the road and he’s just gotten engaged and at the engagement part he’s introduced to her sister that’s been living overseas for the past few days, but who is it, that girl from all those years ago. Better yet, meet her child, wait, why do they his eyes.

modern hades and persephone where persephone is a tired college student and when she finds out the god of the underworld wants to make her his bride she’s like “become queen of the dead AND never have to go to an 8 AM lecture again, not to mention watch with popcorn as my ex dies and finds out my new boyfriend is his new king? YES PLZ” and just fucking swandives down into the underworld and hades is like “…i had a carriage prepared but okay that works too”

plot three. six months ago he let the nanny give him head. he has been avoiding talking to her since, and is really flustered. she is a full time, live in nanny in their giant mansion. i’m getting a ‘living in england’ vibe, but i’m not sure. he has 3-4 kids running around with his wife of years. the nanny can’t stand the wife, but is obviously polite. his wife is bitchy, whiny, and all she cares is about appearances. who cares if you’re actually happy? just play happy. pretend to be happy. the nanny loves to fluster him when the wife isn’t home. she’ll wear short outfits, lean over, not wear underwear, forget to wear a bra. it was a holiday. so they invited the nanny to eat dinner with them. she starts rubbing him under the table. later on that day, he pulls the nanny to the side into the bathroom or something to tell her that she had to cut it out and that it was a one time thing. out of the blue  - he kisses her hard. just give me lots of behind the wives back, and maybe she gets pregnant down the line?

ok but i need a plot where there’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like bros but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other. and then one day it kind of just clicks, you know, like wow you’re my best friend but i think i might love you as more this is so difficult and just, give this to me now.  (m/f, f/f)

not to be dramatic or anything but i really want a sugar daddy/sugar baby plot where the muse a is “ happily ” married ceo of a big company with shit tons of money and muse a goes out to a local bar just to chill when they meet muse b. ofc they hit it off and go in muse a’s car and fuck all night and in the morning muse a offers muse b a proposition, if muse b agrees to be muse a’s mistress then muse a will give muse b anything they want starting their sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship. it’s all good until muse a sees muse b all over another guy and looses it and gets into a huge fight with muse b that ends with muse a fucking muse b up against his car and yea gimmie this smut i need sneaky around and sexting while around his wife nd getting him riled up like yes pls thank  

bloody , murderous & psychotic couples who love killing people for the thrill and make out with bloody lips and high five each other by the mountains of dead bodies they made . fuckyeah ?  give me this crazy shit . serial killer couples . vampire couples . dark romeo & juliet couples . modern au persephone & hades couples . couples who compete to see who kills the most or the most gruesome . give me gore . give me bloodshed . GIVE IT TO ME !  (m/f, f/f) (focusing a lot on hades/persephone, vampires but willing to go the bonnie and clyde or serial killer route)

no offense but i need a messy exes plot where they can’t get over one another no matter what they do and they always tell themselves they’re not gonna go back to them yet every time they get done with a date they end up knocking on the other person’s door and just jealousy and angst and heartbreak and crying because they don’t know if this is ever going to work out but they can’t walk away because this person is still their whole fucking world and they don’t know how to move on  (m/f, f/f)

faceclaims I’d like to play and play against or both  but also literally come at me with your fcs!!!

Inbar Lavi

Tom Ellis

Lauren German

Sophia Bush

Trevante Rhodes

Zoe Saldana

Madelaine Petsch 

Camila Mendes

Lesley Ann Brandt

Manny Montana

Diane Guerrero 

Adria Arjona

Ana De Arms

Aisha Dee

Chris Evans

Ryan Gosling

John Krazinski

Matt Czuchry

Lana Condor 

Elizabeth Lail

Anya Charlotra

Victoria Pedretti

Zazie Beetz

Shay Mitchell

Candice Patton

Margot Robbie

Florence Pugh

Lucy Liu

Jodie Comer

Katie Mcgrath

Justin Baldoni

Indya Moore

Oscar Isaac

Matthew Daddario

Tessa Thompson

[prorevenge]

Bail on me after you ask for help? Steal my work? Treat me like trash? Good luck on the final!!

My freshman year of college I took a Greek mythology course. Growing up I was definitely and Ancient Greece kid. My mom mixed in different myths along with Cinderella and The Cat in the Hat, as I got older I read the Percy Jackson series, and even up through high school I was still learning more and more, writing myths of my own as writing exercises and all kinds of things. I’m a total nerd. So of course when I took the myth course my college offered I was beyond excited and I knew a lot of the source material myself just from how long I had spent enthusiastically seeking it out myself. Now the class didn’t actually have a ton of students in it and many of the people that were in the class didn’t necessarily want/need to be there since it wasn’t required. As we’re moving through reading source material, making connections to modern works, etc some people start to notice they’re falling way behind. One of these people, a girl we’ll call Sidney realizes she’s falling behind but that I’m doing really well in the course and I really know what I’m talking about. So one day after class she asks me if I would tutor her so that she doesn’t fall behind. I figured tutoring would be a little weird because the course overall was geared towards English and writing but Sidney insisted that what she didn’t get were the myths themselves and I was certain that I could help with that. So we decided that we could meet up on Fridays to go over anything she didn’t understand and I could try to explain it more simply.

So the first time we meet up is before the first paper is due. We meet up at the library and I ask her what she plans to write about. She already knew what piece she wanted to write on but there were some things she needed explained better and I was cool to help her out. So I sit there for maybe two hours going through this with me essentially summarizing the myth for her like eight times until she got it. So when we’re done Sidney asks me what I wanted to write on. My mistake was actually telling her. Now I didn’t give away too much but regardless when the papers came back there she was telling me that she changed her idea to work on the same piece I chose and wrote on a veeery similar theme. She actually thanked me because she got a good grade. Okay. A little sus but I figure that’s my mistake and in the future I’ll keep my ideas to myself to make sure neither of us “borrows” from the other. So I mentioned before that we were meeting on Fridays, right? And that we agreed on that day together after she approached me for help? Good. Because Sidney seemed to have forgotten. After the first paper I continued going to the library to meet up and discuss. We had exchanged numbers so when I got to the library I’d say something like, “Hey, Sidney, I’m at the library in x room so come meet me there.” Now after a while S would start bailing on the tutoring without saying anything. I knew she was coming from somewhere else on campus to the library to meet me so I expected she would be there a little later than me. But there’s a difference between showing up after five minutes saying, “Sorry I’m late” wait and making me sit there for an hour before you finally say, “I’m not I’m campus right now”. Even then though I didn’t want to be mean so I’d get some of my own work done while I waited and when/if she told me she would be there, I’d go back to my dorm and that would be that. But eventually it got to the point where Sidney just wasn’t acknowledging me. Wouldn’t answer texts, every study session she was mysteriously busy but then I’d see her around partying or playing around later. Okay?? So I stop showing up to the library and she doesn’t text me about it because she’s not even there to know if I’m waiting for her. Now after a few weeks of this, the next paper rolls around and suddenly tutoring is back on. I’m getting texts from Sidney like, “Hey I need help on the paper can you come meet me?” or “I don’t know what to write about, can you tell me?” And so I ask her, “Hey do you want to meet up Friday?” Y'know, the time we agreed on to do this kinda shit. And she was just constantly saying Fridays weren’t any good for her and giving a list of days and times to come meet her and I had to say to her, “Hey I can’t meet you these times/days. The whole reason that Friday was so good is because that’s when I have extra time to help if you need it.” After that I suggested that she ask the professor for help (which he would have provided) or ask someone else in class because I couldn’t meet her when she wanted. So that Friday rolls around and I find out she isn’t gonna be at tutoring because she’s drinking with her friends and couldn’t be bothered. Okay. Now I couldn’t help her but I told her exactly who could. Imagine my surprise when the second paper rolls around and she TANKS and walks up me saying it’s my fault because I keep skipping tutoring! And as I mentioned before, I’m a nerd but I’m really getting pissed the fuck off so I show her all the times I texted her and got no response or she “wasn’t on campus.” Of course, no one likes to be wrong so she keeps insisting it’s my fault and saying that I’m trying to make her fail the class and all kinds of nonsense. So I figure y'know what? I’m done now. I tell Sidney that if she needs anything from then on she should contact our professor, a classmate, or heck even go make an appointment at the ACTUAL tutoring center for whatever time and date she needs to fit in her schedule. She’s in college and I’m not her mother. So you’d think that, not wanting to fail and get no credit for a course that YOU’RE paying for, she’d maybe go see about her grades. Nope! The third paper rolls around and it’s huge because this paper is what your larger final presentation is based on. So the big part is writing the paper and then for the final you essentially teach what you learned to the class. So I’m living a free life, enjoying my Fridays, and preparing a damn good paper/presentation to finish out this class. That is until Sidney starts talking again. The closer we get to the due date, the more she starts texting me about the assignment: What do we have to do? When is it due? What can we write on? What am I writing on? How many pages? How many sources? When can she meet with me? When can she meet with the PROFESSOR? Now mind you all of that is information that she would/should have had. Everybody got a rubric explaining the requirement and literally all of the info she wanted including when she could meet with the professor was included and I had already told her that I wasn’t going to bother anymore. All she had to do was look at her rubric, email the professor, or maybe ask one of the students that she HADN’T treated like trash and stolen from. I figured I’d dish back a bit of what she gave and regularly responded to these texts saying things like, “In class now, can’t talk!” or “Sorry home for the weekend, don’t have the rubric on me!” Now when I said these things, they were actually true! She did text me a lot while I was in class and I did go home for the weekend sometimes. But I also didn’t try especially hard to get back to her either. Ultimately I usually directed her to the professor or another classmate. It was up to her to reach out. I did get in one really good jab though. At my school a lot of times you’re done for the year before finals week even rolls around. For different classes that means different things. Some will take your last assignment as your final. Others you have to show up for a physical test and in some you might just submit an extra paper or small assignment. In this class, you’d do the final paper earlier and then come in during finals week to do your presentation. As I was getting ready for bed the night before, I get a text from Sidney saying, “What time is the final tomorrow?” I went to bed with a smile on my face and did not respond. The next day she showed up late to the final, handed in her paper which was both late and short (which can drop you two letter grades) and gave an absolutely abysmal presentation which didn’t make any sense and sounded like it had been scraped from the bottom of the Wikipedia barrel. After the final the professor dismissed everyone but asked S to stay and asked me to close the door behind myself when I left. To this day she has not spoken to me again (even though we’ve had class together since). All she had to do was show up to tutoring ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯

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[hereticpriest]

Of Babes and Teds Part 1

Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut but nothing in this part.

Ted has a most blessed weekend when his father gets his little brother (and him, let’s be honest) a babysitter.

@lvngdvns

It wasn’t often that Dawn got called in to babysit someone of Deacon’s age, and even less so considering Deacon had an older brother who had just turned eighteen and should therefore be just as capable as her to look after him. That being said, Dawn also went to the same school as Ted, though she was in the AP stream for all of her classes, so she didn’t actually know him very well. She did know he was not extremely intelligent in the traditional sense, and that he tended to be extraordinarily forgetful.

“I’ve left some cash on the counter for dinner, and food tomorrow if you need to eat out. Whatever is leftover you can pocket as a tip for doing this.” Mr. Logan says while rushing around his living room making sure he hasn’t forgotten anything, “Ted is at Bill’s, but he has a key, so you can lock the door.”

Dawn smiles politely and hands Mr. Logan his keys so he doesn’t forget them when he walks right past them while wondering aloud where they are, “Of course, Mr. Logan. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Dawn. Deacon has homework, so if you could get him to work on it, I would appreciate it. He likes to procrastinate.” Mr. Logan grabs his briefcase, his overnight bag, and his jacket on the way to the door.

“Have a safe drive, Mr. Logan. I’ll see you Sunday night.” Dawn offers him little wave and watches him leave, then sets the sheets, pillows and blanket she had brought with her on a chair in the corner of the living room. Her duffel bag goes on top of that, along with her messenger bag full of college applications, her pencil case, and her mini purse. Deacon thumps down the stairs once he’s sure his dad is gone and leans over the bag of the couch.

“How much did he leave for food?” Deacon asks eagerly. Dawn laughs, ruffling his hair and heading into the kitchen.

“Wow. Tons, little dude. Are you down for pizza tonight?” Dawn asks, pocketing the money and checking the list pinned to fridge with a magnet. Neither of the boys have food allergies listed, so she gives him a high five when he cheers for pizza, then calls to order.

“Alright, my dude. Get your homework done and I’ll do the dishes, fair deal?” She asks, laughing at Deacon’s wide eyes.

“You’re gonna do one of my chores for me?”

“Yeah, as long as you do your homework. I can help if you have any questions.” Dawn replies easily. Deacon grins at her, heading upstairs to grab his bookbag, spreading his books on the table.

“I’m gonna need maaaaajor help with math. It is totally killing me.”

“Well, isn’t it your lucky day? I’m great at math.” Dawn slid into a chair and scooted it over to him.

The pizza comes just as they finish Deacon’s math homework, leaving only the outline for his end-of-term English report due Monday. The project is massive, so it is graded in pieces to see how the work went and to force students to not procrastinate as much. Dawn grabs one of his composition books and flips to a blank page, then begins showing him the pieces required for a proper outline while they chow down on their dinner. When they finish eating, Dawn puts the pizza box on the oven for whenever Ted gets home and cleans up the dishes while Deacon works.

“This outline is totally awesome, my dude. You’re going to get top marks for this project.” Dawn praises, ruffling Deacon’s hair again, “How about you grab a movie for us to watch, and I’ll make popcorn?”

It doesn’t take long for them to get settled, though Deacon takes up the majority of the couch while Dawn wraps up in the blanket that she brought with her. The movie he puts on is The Thing, which Dawn initially protests since it’s a gory horror movie but relaxes when Deacon insists that he’s seen far worse movies.

“If you have nightmares, it is totally your own fault.” Dawn states plainly. By the end of the film, Deacon is half asleep and displeased about it.

“Can we watch another one?” Deacon asks, already trudging over to pop another film on.

“I don’t know, Deacon. You have to be in bed in less than an hour.”

“Well, if it’s not done then we’ll watch it another night. You’re here til Sunday night, right?”

“Yeah, I’m here all weekend. But we’re going to the fair tomorrow, so you’re going to be totally pooped when we get back.” Dawn reminds him. Deacon insists, so she sighs and waves a hand at him.

“Your funeral, dude.”

Halloween is Deacon’s second choice, and Dawn whines about watching a horror movie heavily featuring babysitters, to the kid’s delight. Rattling at the front door makes them both jump, but Ted pushes through a moment later and Deacon pretends he wasn’t scared so he can tease Dawn.

“Ted, you scared the babysitter!” Deacon cackles, yelping when a cushion slams into him, then dissolving into laughter.

“Woah, sorry dude! Er… Dudette.” Ted offers Dawn a wave, awkward the moment he notices she’s female. Dawn laughs, waggling her fingers at him.

“Hi Ted. Good to see you again.” Dawn hums. Ted notices the movie they’re watching and cheers, plopping down between her and Deacon.

“Hey Dawn. It’s been like, ages. Man, I love this movie!”

The clock chimes at 10, and Dawn quickly shoos Deacon upstairs to get ready and get to bed. She verifies that he’s actually brushed his teeth and changed before leaving him to go to bed, then checks herself in the hall mirror to be sure she doesn’t look absolutely horrific. She’s wearing a Van Halen shirt that hangs off of her shoulders and a plaid red-black-grey-white skirt that swings around her thighs, so she certainly isn’t dressed inappropriately. She fixes her dark brown hair, making sure it isn’t messy before sticking her tongue out at herself. Hazel eyes blink back at her, long dark lashes framing them, her under-eyes dark from lack of sleep.

“I was wondering who’s converse I passed on the way in. I was like, wearing mine.” Ted says as she enters the room again.

“Guilty as charged.” Dawn hums, flopping down on the couch again and smiling when she notices that Ted paused the movie for her, “We can start it over if you want to watch it all.”

“Most excellent!” Ted cheers, rewinding the film. She notices that he hasn’t moved away from her now that Deacon is gone.

“How is Bill doing?” Dawn asks, tucking her legs under her.

“Awesome, dude. We were most triumphant today at practice.” Ted replies, and Dawn smiles encouragingly, “I would have told him you were here if I knew.”

“Well, if you two aren’t busy tomorrow, you could join Deacon and I at the fair?” Dawn offers. She smiles at the sight of pink rising in Ted’s cheeks.

“I think we’re free tomorrow. We just had practice planned.” Ted muses, looking confused for a moment while he thinks. Dawn smiles, pulling the blanket back around her as Ted presses play. She can’t say she doesn’t like the way that Ted touches her knee every time she jumps, smiling reassuringly at her. She also can’t say that her hiding in his shoulder at a jumpscare isn’t slightly put upon, but when Ted wraps an arm around her, it’s worth it. Dawn rests her head against his chest and pulls the blanket around him too. When the movie is over, Ted stretches, dropping his arm back around her afterwards when Dawn thought he might use the moment to move away.

“Where are you sleeping?” Ted asks, face screwing up again in thought.

“Oh, on the couch. I brought blankets and pillows.” Dawn replies easily, jumping when Ted gives her a shocked look.

“No, that is most egregious. You can sleep in my bed.” Ted informs her, then flushes when Dawn looks a little shocked, “I mean, like, by yourself. I’ll take the couch.”

Dawn giggles, giving him a gentle, playful shove, “I was just shocked you offered, Ted. It’s sweet of you. I don’t want to kick you out onto the couch, though. How about you stay with me?”

Ted looks confused, and then shocked, before he finally nods dumbly.

“Perfect. Do you want to go get your room ready while I get ready for bed?” Dawn offers, giving him a chance to clean up and put anything away that he doesn’t want her seeing. She giggles when he agrees and bolts up the stairs. Dawn heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and changing into her pyjamas, a simple white tank top and grey shorts. She gives him ample time before heading up to join him, knocking on his door before coming in. Ted is already in bed, a little smear of toothpaste on his upper lip, wearing his boxers and looking a little unsure if that is okay. Dawn closes his bedroom door and walks over to his bed, lifting the sheets so she can slip in with him.

“You have toothpaste on your lip, Ted.” She murmurs, offering him a shy smile. Ted quickly tries to wipe it away but misses, and Dawn giggles. She licks her thumb and reaches over, cupping his cheek and wiping the toothpaste away. Her cheeks go pink when Ted licks the pad of her thumb, his own cheeks on fire. Dawn smiles, ruffling his hair into his face just to hear him laugh and snuggling down into the mattress. She lays with her back facing him, and Ted clearly doesn’t know what to do, as he lays on his back, still as the grave.

“Hey Ted?”

“Yeah babe?”

“It’s okay if you end up cuddling me during the night. It’s like, totally normal to end up snuggling up to a heat source. And I like cuddling, anyways.” Dawn hums, hiding a giggle in one of his pillows at his audible gulp.

“Uh, right, okay.” Ted mumbles, and she hears him shuffling around a little, his hand finding her hip. He moves slowly, clearly unsure, pressing himself against her back and slowly wrapping his arm around her waist. She sighs happily and the tension in his body relaxes, his face nuzzling into her hair.

“Goodnight Ted.”

“Night babe.”

Dawn wakes early as per usual. Sometime during the night, Ted ended up on his back and she ended up snuggled up to his chest, his arms around her and one hand under the back of her shirt. Her thigh is wedged between his legs, her hip pressed into his groin, and she’s surprised she hasn’t squished him with how she’s laying. She blinks blearily, her nose brushing against his jaw as she begins to sit up while trying not to hurt him. She can feel him hard against her hip, and she knows he’ll be embarrassed if he wakes up like this with her on top of him, so she delicately begins to work herself free of him. Of course, this is when his grip tightens and she loses her balance, her hand falling to his stomach to steady herself.

Ted jolts awake, his fingers digging into her back a little in his confusion, though he relaxes a moment later. He blinks up at her, clearly a little confused about why she’s in bed with him, though not looking displeased by the notion.

“Hey babe.” He mumbles, his voice scratchy with sleep, causing a shiver to run up Dawn’s spine.

“Good morning Ted.” Dawn replies, shifting against him a little, “Sleep well?”

“Most excellent, babe.” Ted replies, looking her up and down, and she reads the question in his eyes and laughs gently. She pokes his chest, smiling down at him.

“You wish, Ted.”

“Bogus.” Ted replies with a small pout, drawing another laugh from her. She moves again to try and get up but slips, and Ted steadies her with hands on her sides, “Woah, you have most horrendous balance.”

“Thanks Ted.” Dawn snorts, which draws a laugh out of Ted. Dawn moves back from Ted successfully this time, sitting next to him and leaning back against the headrest. The blanket has ridden down to their legs, and she feels herself go pink at the sight of a line of wispy dark hair trailing from his belly button down under his boxers. She stares, unable to help herself, as Ted stretches like a cat and sits up.

“I-I’m going to go get breakfast started.” Dawn says suddenly, crawling out of bed and nearly tripping over herself to get out of the room before she does something she’s going to regret. Ted stares after her, head tilted slightly, and he snorts when he hears a thud on the stairs followed by muffled cursing. She really is clumsy. The first thing he does when he gets out of bed is grab the phone and dial Bill’s number.

“Dude, you will not believe what just happened.”

[yrpspiritsintheshadows]

A Matter of Business

A Matter of Business

The school day was winding down. Eiji's class was going over Unwind once more. The man paced the room, glasses on as he read aloud.

The class was quiet, listening with rapt attention, eyes wide. Eiji glanced up once, grinning, noting no one was on their phone.

His grin faltered as he noted something else though. One of his students, Hideki, was sitting by the window, his eyes on the schoolyard instead of ahead and focusing. His eyes were a bit glazed over, clearly in his own head.

Oh boy… C'mon kiddo, you can do this. Focus.

He wasn't going to call him out though. He hated it when his teachers did it to him as a kid and in college. It wasn't like the kid was on his phone.

Instead, he cleared his throat to get his attention as the teen looked at him confused. He blinked before shaking his head.

Eiji didn't say anything and just continued on with the lesson, soon finishing up.

"Once more, I want you guys to read the next three chapters and this time, I got a bit of a fun challenge for ya."

The students groaned as Eiji crossed his arms, giving a smirk.

"Now, now, c'mon, I'm not that bad, am I?"

The class nodded, sighing.

"What I want, is for you guys to write me a paper on some of the themes you've seen in Unwind. Do research about medical advances that sound like they belong in the Unwind World and then bring those to me on Friday. Okay?"

"Yes sir!"

"Alright, that concludes class for today. As always, remember my open door policy. If you guys need to talk about anything, I'm here. Be safe now."

The class started to file out, one of the last to leave being Hideki. The boy looked back, starting to approach him.

"Something I can help you with?"

Hideki looked down.

"Um…" He froze up, shaking his head. "I-It's nothing. Nevermind." He ran out before Eiji could get a word in.

"H-Hey wait! Hideki-"

He was gone before he could try to stop him.

I really hope he's okay. He frowned, sighing.

"Eiji!"

He looked behind him to see Chase hurrying over.

"Hey, Chase. Class go alright?"

"Thankfully, no trouble this time." He grinned, before it faltered, seeing how tense Eiji appeared. "What's wrong?"

"Just concerned about one of my students." He explained before grabbing up his things. "Kid keeps trying to talk and then seems to change his mind at the last minute."

"Oh boy… That's never a good sign."

"I'm really hoping I'm not missing something huge."

"I'm sure he'll be okay. Just keep the same policy you've always had."

Eiji nodded, taking off his glasses.

"Alright, so I'm assuming you want a ride?"

"Please? Lucian won't let me in his car after last time."

"Dude, spilling your mio over the white seats was NOT your smartest move."

"Like your kid didn't do worse."

Eiji grinned, elbowing him.

"Ken was two, you were twenty two."

"Hey!"

oooooo

"Okay, so we're dealing with a family under siege." Eiji read out as he had the letter displayed on the wall behind him via a small projector made for his phone. "Shadow figures, voices calling out, a child who might be seeing the entity and sleep walking. Any suggestions, team?"

"First, as always, we should do an interview with each member of the family." Chase spoke up. "As well as do a baseline EMF sweep of the property. To make sure it's not something mundane. Right, Skylar?"

The woman beside him tossed her light brown hair over her shoulder, giving a small grin.

"Of course. I think Lucian and Chase should do the parameter sweep since last time they got some pretty good readings." She spoke up, her hazel eyes having excitement in them. "Then we'll come in with the rest of our equipment after we do the interview. She did say she had cats, so we'll have to make sure those figures she's seeing aren't kitty-cats. Right, Lucy?"

"Don't call me Lucy." Lucian retorted, giving her a look. "Lucian… or… Emperor of the Underworld, if you really wanna go there."

Skyler elbowed him.

"Aww you don't mean that." She smirked.

Lucian rolled his eyes, giving a smirk.

"Alright "The Greatest Doctor" it is." He replied.

Skyler was about to say something in response when the door to their office opened. Ken peered in, his eyes wide in wonder.

"You guys are goin' already?"

Eiji gave a gentle look, motioning for him to come closer. The door flew open as Ken ran in, hugging his father around the leg.

"I want you to be good for your mom while we're gone, Ken. Can ya do that?" Eiji chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"Ahuh."

The others snickered.

"As if he's capable of being anything but." Skyler laughed. "He's an angel!"

"Or a hobbit." Chase smirked, his gaze warm.

"Or just our nephew."

Ken giggled, giving a confidant grin.

"Or… The Awesome Paranormal Investigator!" He cheered before taking a running leap, doing a few cartwheels across the floor, trying to land on his feet but winding up doing a roll instead. He quickly jumped up, giving an expectant look.

"Now THAT'S what I'm talkin about!" Chase cheered. "That's my prodigy!" He clapped, a proud look in his eyes.

"You mean our prodigy? He got it from us!" Lucian laughed, shaking his head. "Nice go kid, but try to focus on just rolling into the landing regardless. Minimize the bruises."

Skyler squealed, clapping.

"Oh, before we know it he'll be doing the big jumps!"

Eiji chuckled before motioning for Ken to get out of the way.

"The office" AKA Eiji's very heavily renovated garage, was modified in such a way there was quite a bit of floor room and some hurdles through out to act as a makeshift practice area. Some things were newer, some older and some that definitely needed to be replaced eventually.

But it was theirs.

Ken scurried out of the way, climbing onto Skyler's lap as she hugged him.

"C'mon, Eiji, show us how it's done!"

"Go Daddy!"

Eiji took a deep breath before taking a running leap, lunging into the air, grabbing onto the footholds on the wall before kicking off to one of the hurdles. His arms flew out to balance him as the toes of his shoes connected, leaving him a bit off balanced. He took another breath before doing a front flip off onto the floor. He had to stop to catch his breath, giving a bow.

"Well?"

Chase made to give him a thumbs down.

"I will key your car."

He did it anyways with a cheeky look.

"I mean, it was good, don't get me wrong, but c'mon, that's your go to. Where's all the flair?"

"You mean the stuff I don't want this one picking up quite yet?" EIji asked, going back over, ruffling up Ken's hair.

"I can learn it!"

"Oh no!" All four chorused at once.

"Over Eiji's dead body!" The other three retorted.

Eiji crossed his arms, giving them a look.

"What?"

"That is EXACTLY what Carmen said."

"... I'm not shocked. Alright team, ready?"

"As ready as we can be."

Ken pouted.

"No more showing off?"

Skyler hugged him tightly.

"Maybe next time we come over just to have fun. We could show ya some of the safer stuff."

Ken's eyes lit up, giving Eiji a hopeful look. He nodded, giving him a warm look in return.

"Of course."

Ken leapt out of Skyler's arms as Eiji spun him around with a laugh.

"I'll be super, super good!"

"That's what I wanna hear. Love you, kiddo."

"Love you too!"

With that, the paranormal team packed up their gear, heading out to their van and getting all they would need for the investigation.

Eiji started to pull out of the driveway, seeing his family waving to him from the porch.

"Bye, Daddy!"

"Good luck, mi amor! Be safe!"

Eiji gave a thumbs up before driving off.

Alright, let's get this night started.

oooooo

The client met them at the doorway, a woman with long pale blonde hair and blue eyes. Her eyes were full of worry as she ushered the team inside.

"You're Mrs. Carly Stevens?"

"Yes." She murmured, leading them to the living room. Eiji took a look around, noting the large cat tree in the corner of the room. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No thanks." He held out a hand. "My name is Eiji. I'm the lead investigator." He introduced himself, a gentle smile coming to his face.

Carly shook his hand. He noted how tense her grip was before she let go.

"It's a pleasure and thank you for coming out on such short notice."

"You're very welcome. These are my associates, Lucian, Skyler and Chase." His gaze turned serious. "Now, why don't you tell me what's happened?"

Carly lowered her head.

"We… We moved here from Los Angeles a few years ago. All was quiet, until… until the activity started."

"When was that?"

"About six months ago." Carly ran a hand through her hair. "I woke up one night to these… scratches, all over my arm. It was the oddest thing."

Eiji jotted it down in a notebook. He glanced back to the cat tree.

"You have two cats, correct? Are you sure these weren't obtained by them?"

"Yes." She narrowed her eyes, pulling her phone out. "I took pictures when it happened."

The team exchanged a look. Pictures, right at the start of activity seemed suspicious.

We've had a few hoaxes started with that.

Skyler took the phone, wincing. The pictures showed three large slashes across the woman's arm, identical in length.

Lucian looked over her shoulder.

"... Yeah, no, those are not cat scratches. Those would've needed to be closed by stitches."

"And the worst part? They disappeared in a few hours." Carly sighed.

"Oh, that is weird."

"Alright, so, scratches. What else?"

She sighed.

"Well… When I was home with my son, I was doing the dishes and he was sitting at the table drawing…" she said, remembering the event vividly.

"Hm, hm…" She hummed softly under her breath, glancing up every now and then to be sure her child was keeping busy still.

He had his back to her, head down as he drew, keeping silent. She turned away, going back to her task.

"No. That's mean." Her son spoke up suddenly as she jumped.

She watched him as his head lifted, focusing on the area in front of him… They were completely alone, however.

"I don't wanna push Mommy. She'll hurt her hand on the knife!"

Carly's eyes fell to the item in her hand, the kitchen knife she had been cleaning. She dropped it, going over to him.

"Hey, what's this talk about pushing me? You know that's wro-"

He looked up at her with an innocent look… the drawing before him clear as day.

"He said the… dark man made him draw it." She sniffled. "It's only getting worse from this point on." She slid a sketchbook over to them. The one her son had used.

Eiji lifted it up, flipping through it… The images before him, all too familiar.

Strange creatures, stretching their spindly limbs skyward, red eyes glaring at the viewer. Gooey animals that were all black in appearance.

A tall man, swathed in black, hunched over on all fours, crawling on the ground.

Even with a child's skill set, it was clear.

Me and Naomi used to draw stuff like this all the time. Those things wouldn't let us stop. Least till our parents stepped in.

This kid isn't under a coven though.

"Ma'am? I'd like to split the team up and have two of my associates start a baseline investigation while myself and another member interview your son as well." Eiji looked up from the drawings, a serious look in his eyes. "Is he here currently?"

Carly fiddled with her hands.

"He's in his room right now. My husband is at my mother in law's."

"That takes down the interview list. I take it he's not a fan of this?"

"Quite frankly, I don't think he believes us. It's mainly myself and Tim, my son, who've been targeted. Hearing voices, the scratches…"

"I see."

Eiji got up, keeping the sketchbook close to him.

"Well, let's begin."

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 2 Part 2

And the next part is here !

Liam Sunday December 3

"You're free handsome, you can leave."

These words were sweet to his hear. After several hours serving customer, Judy finally let him go. (Of course Liam was glad to be serving and not taking care of the dishes anymore, but he met an old lady really strange who tried to touch his ass and he got a little scared). (She tried twice at least).

"You did well by the way." continued his boss. "I mean you only forgot five orders... That's a day to remember !"

The young lad frowned. He did not. (Ok, maybe he did). His coworkers called him "the lost waiter" for a reason... By the way, he wasn't sure to be useful for business.

"There's someone waiting for you outside." she concluded. "See you next week."

Kinda curious, Liam changed and headed towards the door. Surprisingly, it was Nick. That's new. Usually, he's playing video games at this hour. The dark-haired lad was wearing a fluffy jacket and black jeans. When he saw his roommate, he smiled.

"Hey bud'."

"Hey." greeted Liam. "What's going on ?"

He knew something was odd. The geek never went out of their flat without a good reason. And he just smiled, which was unusual since Rebecca and him had argued. And he got this little twitch when he wanted something. (Liam felt proud of himself. He was a real spy when he decided to). (Or just a good friend, but whatever).

"Nothing in particular." answered Nick. "Let's walk for a bit, please ?"

"Uh, okay."

Then, they became silent. At start, Liam just watched his friend. But then, his eyes got caught by a weird trash can on the other side of the street. It looked broken. I wonder who did that... Maybe Nick ? (He then remembered what he did, like three months ago, and he just blushed). Anyway, they  arrived at their building, but Nick just continued straight ahead.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to Rebbie and her boyfriend fuck." he complained. "Come on, let's go to the fastfood at the corner. I'm hungry".

Liam was honestly sleepy (like almost every night). (Or maybe everytime ?). However, he had also zero willpower. (You could ask him to dance naked in the street, he would do it). (Thinking about it, maybe not).

"Dude, are you coming or not ?" asked his roommate. "Stop looking at the sky like this, it's freaky".

Once inside, Nick ordered two burgers and some fries, and they sat far away the other customer. For a short time, they remained silent again. Liam nearly fall asleep. (Once he started to close his eyes, he had a really hard time resisting).

"So what's the deal ?" asked suddenly Nick. "Between you and this girl ?"

"You mean Judy ?"

"Not your boss silly, Colton's girlfriend. I saw you watching her. I mean, normally you're not looking something or someone in particular, just... dreamin'. But each times she's around, it's different. Have you a crush on her ? Cuz Nate let me thought you weren't... interested in girl anymore ya know ?"

Liam's brain took in the information. He's talking about Barbara. Dude his friend was more observant than he believed. He's always playing with his gameboy, but he saw that... I wonder if everyone else know too. But the truth was... Liam just failed to talk with Barbara. He just chickened out and ran under his blanket each time he tried to approach her.

"I'm not in love with her." belied the young lad. "I just happen to know her from highschool... But can we not talk about it ? Like we're not talking about you running away from our appartment because there are zombies in it."

(It was Liam's conclusion. Nick would only left if he mistakenly summoned undead). (But the unicorns would save the day). His friend stared at him, stunned.

"Man, you're so weird. I honestly don't understand how you're functioning. Anyway, I was just a bit angry at myself for stuff... But now it's ok. Let me finish this and we can go back, I can tell you're dead on your feet."

Rebecca Monday December 4

All the weekend, she had sensed something bad would happen. She had thought it was about sport, and couldn't find what the hell she had been missing. But now, she remenbered. The fucking group project. It was due for today, and they didn't finish it. Rebecca woke up panicked. She barely noticed Emilio who was still sleeping, and got dressed hella fast. Then, she rushed her neighbor's flat. Please, be awake. It's in one fucking hour. Please be awake. She couldn't afford to have a bad grade. Rebecca knocked so hard on the door that she probably woke up the whole floor. But Liam and Nick weren't answering. Those bloody sleepy heads ! She rushed towards the closest library. Let's hope I can do something by myself. She tried to call Colton, but he didn't ansewer either. Damnit. Rebacca was almost there when she ran into Matthew.

"Hey girl !" he shouted. "Where are you heading so fast ?"

"I forget to finish a group paper. I'm sorry but I need to go."

"Oh come on, that's no big deal." he replied ironically. "Stop being so serious about everything. You're already a star athetle, why do you need to study in the first place ?"

She stopped for a sec and looked at him. What a dumb question. My parents want me to. It's for my future.

"C'mon girl." Matthew laughed. "I mean, wouldn't you be better if you only trained ? And you really could use some free time for yourself. You got a bad reputation in the campus to be honest."

"What ? Why ?"

"Well, you're trying to be the best runner, the best swimmer, the best student and all... It's kinda obvious people don't like it. Oh, and your boyfriend got a lot of women after him aswell. They hate you."

Rebecca didn't knew what to say. People hated her... because she tried to be perfect ? What the hell ? Maybe that's the reason why Nick is so raging lately... He simply was jealous of her success.

"Anyway, it's always nice to talk with you, but I should hurry." stated Matthew. "Chelsea's waiting for me at the coffee shop."

Rebecca nodded and watched him draw away. Weird. After everything he did, I thought he just hated me but... now he's nice. Maybe he's trying to make it up on his behavior.

The young girl tried her best on the group project. Sadly, it wasn't enough at all. She headed towards the class quite depressed. Matthew's words were still making her think. And she feared the bad grade incoming. When she entered in the room, she looked at Colton, Liam et Nick. The first one looked a bit stressed too.

"We are screwed guys." he admitted while she sat. "We didn't finish the paper. In fact, we barely did it at all."

"We had a paper ?" asked Liam.

They all looked at him. That guy will turn me crazy one day. Did he know they had exams coming soon ? How the hell he managed to go to college exactly ?

"In fact, you're worried for nothing." assured Nick. "Because while you were all doing god know what, the genius I am did the project. Alone."

He gave it to the teacher with a smile.

"Don't thank me fellows." he added. "I know Rebbie doesn't like to thank people who saved her ass anyway."

She opened her mouth, but nothing came to her mind. He had all the rights in the world to be mad. And she should say something, she knew that. But his provoking look enraged her. Damnit. The runner girl was too proud. She just ignored him. And felt hella bad about it.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Wednesday December 6

The lad moaned. On the screen, the girl just pronounced his name in such a positive way. Bloody hell she had a sensual voice. With the remote, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey rewound. Oh damn, that was so hot. Yeah, Amber, the chearleader captain, had a beautiful voice. He sped up the video until he saw Zack Jonhson. This one murmured his name. Hell. That's something. Zack had a special tone. Especially when he said "Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey". He just whispered each syllabe with so much passion. The Dean's grandson listened it again. And again. Eventually, he came with a satisfied grunt. That was so good. A bit awkward, but so good anyway.

"Hey Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey !" hailed Summer through the door of his appartment. "Are you in there dude ?"

Well, she didn't pronounced his name like in the video, this bitch. She was way more submissive in bed. The blond lad adjusted his boxers and closed his zipper. He didn't bothered put a shirt, and opened the door.

"What do you want ?"

Stupid cow. She had gained some weight since she had become the head of the student. Just, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey had nothing against some chub. In fact, he could like it in some people. But this dummy ? She was uglier everytime he saw her.

"You asked me to tell you when the swimmers started their training." she reminded him. "Well they just started. And wow there are some cuties among them. Theo kept his card close to his chest."

She was definitely lusting after those guys. Such a pathetic predator. She was a collector, she couldn't handle the "break-up phase". And that was why she would be in troubles one day. But he didn't care, since he had already fucked her enough. He finally took a shirt, and headed towards the pool without even a glance for her.

When he arrived, he first heard Theo. That man had a strong voice. An unctuous one. He's a sneaky little bastard, but we had our greet time together. They ended it on a mutual agreement. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey then remarked Laura. The loyal girlfriend. That was a lovely weird story, honestly. Laura was deeply in love with Theo, even if she knew what he was doing. They had a sort of agreement, because he helped her back in times. It's cute, he loves her and fuck chubbies in the same time.

"Uh... Sorry but I need to get to the pool please. I'm already late."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey turned over and stared at his prey. Oh god, I'm in luck. It might even be too easy. He had done some research, and knew the boy's name was Liam. He was from the middle of nowhere. He had achieved highschool with an A-, and was now studying economics. He wasn't a scholarship holder, and he lived in a flat outside the main campus with one roommate. I also noticed he's from the same town than this cute soccer player... Muller. I like that boy, he's gifted. Anyway, it was time to start the hunt. And this braindead freshman didn't move yet. He was just looking... What the hell is he lookin' at exactly ?!

"I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." the Dean's grandson introduced himself. "Nice to meet you."

The boy didn't answer. How come ? Is he that stupid ? Liam was tall, and ripped. Ripped as hell. Broad-shouldered, he had an impressive chest, and a blossoming six-pack. He was probably doing some cardio and muscle-development exercises as well as swimming. His face was kinda sexy. With chestnut hair, masculine feature, he had deep grey eyes, with a glint of blue. And his ass, that fucking ass made the hunter's cock hard in a second. But Liam seemed completely lost in his thoughts. I'm not being ignored by a little shitty swimmer. No way. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey kicked the lad in the leg. Gently of course. The freshman landed on Earth.

"What ? Did you say something ?" he asked.

"I'm Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." repeated patiently the hunter.

"Hello. I'm Liam Strucker. Nice to meet you."

There was something really, really odd about his tone. He sounds completely high, but he isn't. In fact, he didn't seem stupid either. I thought he was but...

"Can I go to the pool now ?" asked Liam. "I should be doing lenghts by now."

"Yeah, just go."

The hunt would be harder than the Dean's grandson expected. I think I understood why Theo failed to pick up this guy. It'll be fun.

To be continued

Some develpment without weight gain I know but we’ll come to it ! So Liam and Damian finally met ! Let’s see if the hunter will succeed to have our dreamy boy in his bed !

Nick is an important character for the story, even if he hasn’t his own pov. He’s a nice guy, doing all the work alone and all. But what’s in his mind ? Maybe it is related to the little belly he’s denying ? ;)

In a month or so, I’ll start to post another long story at the same time (probably every saturday). It’s called To the perfection and the main characters are Thomas Muller and Dan Vince. It’ll feature a lot of pining, kinky desires and weight gain.