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bqstqnbruin · 3 years ago

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Ok so here I am somehow with a second fic in a matter of, what, two ish days? Anyway, this is one that I wrote and posted last year but I reread it and it sucked so I took it down and rewrote it. Hope you like it!

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: none? swearing? Typos for sure.

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You loved him with your whole heart; there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for him, and you knew that he felt the same about you. At least, that’s what you used to believe.

Ever the one for dramatics, a three am alarm was what made you question not only your whole relationship but your whole existence. The witching hour was an ungodly time to be waking up and getting ready, no matter what the reason was. Even when it involved flying off to Europe for a destination wedding that involved Jake’s entire team.

“Babe?” you call to him, the shower just turning off. He pokes his head out, hair wet, droplets of water rolling down his face as he waited for you to answer, “We’re going to have time to stop at a Dunkin’, right?” you whine, doing everything in your power to not pass out then and there instead of finishing your packing.

“Maybe?” he says, ducking back into the bathroom before coming out with just a towel on, hanging on his waist. If you weren’t so exhausted, the things you could be doing right now, your mind wanders as he continues talking, “We have to get through TSA and I don’t think they would allow you to bring that through security, would they?”

“Fucking hell,” you mutter to yourself, throwing the last of what you needed into your suitcase, trying to find anything of Jake’s lying around that you knew he would forget. “What if I finish it in the car before we go through security?” you beg, hoping he’ll cave.

“Y/N,” he sings, “then you’re going to have to use the bathroom a million times and it’s going to be my fault.”

“Do I have to be pleasant before I get coffee in me?”

You hear him laugh from the bathroom as you lean back on the bed and close your eyes. “You wouldn’t be you if you were pleasant before your coffee, babe.” You do everything in your power to try to stay awake while he gets ready, him saying random things as he runs around getting dressed, you murmuring weak responses in return. “Hey, come on, sleepyhead,” he says, pulling you off the bed, “We’ve gotta get to Logan.”

You drive there in silence, praying for the moment you get coffee in you as you still struggle to stay awake while Jake keeps talking. The car stops, Jake pulling down the window when you finally open your eyes, seeing that you were sitting in the drive-thru line at Dunkin. “God, I love you,” you say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, a smile covering his face.

“Who’s paying, you or me?” he asks, not letting you answer due to the voice of the cashier inside coming through the speaker to take your order. Two small coffees, enough to hold you over for the drive to the airport before you get more coffee once you’re through the gate. He looks at you as you stare down at your phone, having to check your bank account to see if you even had the money to begin with. “I’ll pay for both,” he says, a calm tone covering her voice.

Money for you was tight. You had never really struggled to pay your bills and your share of the utilities, but you definitely didn’t have the amount of extra cash that Jake did because of the seemingly never-ending student loan payments you were making. “I’m sorry,” you say, taking the coffee from him so he can get to driving again. You hated having the money conversation; no matter who you talked to, they always seemed to bring up the fact that your NHL player boyfriend made more money in a single season than you had seen in your entire life. It always left things awkward, as the implication of you being a gold digger hung in the air between you and the person you were having a conversation with. “I can probably transfer some money from my savings for extra stuff, but I had really only planned on buying a few meals and a few other trinkets for my family,” you admit, staring at the low number that showed in your checking account.

“Hey,” he says, resting his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off the road, “It’s fine. Anything you want, I’ll pay for it.” You smile at him, hoping he couldn’t tell from the corner of his eye that it wasn’t sincere. That was another thing you hated: other people covering for you. You grew up being taught that if you didn’t have money for it, you either didn’t pay for it until you had the money yourself, or you forewent it entirely. Having to worry about paying someone back was unnecessary stress in your life. Or, if they were like Jake, then they would insist it was their treat, not taking the money you owed them no matter how much it was.

You look out the window, the empty, tree-lined highway lighting up as the sun rose over it, the sky turning from the dark purple night to a brilliant orange right in front of you. You had never been one to wake up for the sunrise, taking in the sight for what was probably the first time in your life. “It’s so beautiful,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this calm and quiet before.”

“I’ve seen one thing more beautiful than this,” he says, a huge smile on his face.

“What?” you ask, bracing him for the cheesy comment you knew he was going to make.

“You,” he says, proudly, trying to find your hand without looking away from the road, bringing it to his lips before connecting his back to the wheel.

“God,” you moan, both of you laughing, “That was so corny.”

“Well, they call me Chef JD, gotta have some corn sometimes,” he says, resulting in you screaming.

“I will in fact leave you if you say something like that again,” you tell him.

“Yeah? Where would you live, then?” he teases, immediately regretting his words, “Fuck, sorry.”

“I’d figure something out,” you tell him, trying to match his teasing tone so that he doesn’t think you took it the way you did. The rest of the ride to the airport is in silence, you both finishing your coffee as you pull up, seeing some of the guys getting their stuff out of their car at the same time. “Hey, aren’t international flights normally at night?” you ask Jake, Charlie, and Matt coming over to help you guys get your bags.

“Bergy booked the flight for all of us and we don’t question him,” Charlie says, pulling Jake away from you, the two of them wandering into the airport with Kylie trying to keep up with her own boyfriend

“It should be more concerning to all of you that he has to act like your father,” you say to Matt, walking with him to security. Besides Jake, you were closest to Matt. He adopted you as a pseudo younger sister, the one who knew just as much, if not more about you than your boyfriend.

Matt shrugs, watching Charlie and Jake mess around with each other in line in front of you, “It just kind of happened that way. None of us ever questioned it, like Chuck said.” The two of you watch the boys, bickering about something as they seemingly all forget their girls were standing right around them. You and Matt fall into a mundane conversation, watching Jake and Charlie together as they pass through security. The five of you gather your things, trying to find which way your gate was so you could meet the rest of the guys before boarding the flight.

Matt figured out that you were supposed to head to the left, so naturally, Jake and Charlie veered right, leaving you and Kylie with all their stuff to lug to the gate. “Where are they going?” you ask Kylie, dumbfounded as you struggle to carry Jake’s bag along with your own stuff.

“Charlie mentioned he was hungry on the way here, so I’m just hoping that’s where they’re going,” she mutters, “Dealing with all of them together is like herding cats,” clearly as cranky as you were earlier that morning as you try to stifle your laughter. Just like you, Kylie was not a person to interact with before she had caffeine in her, one of the reasons the two of you got along so well.

You get to the gate, Jake and Charlie nowhere to be seen even though you were suddenly surrounded by the rest of the Bruins roster. From the looks of the waiting area, the flight was mostly the guys and their families, and thankfully so: you would hate to be on a plane with the Bruins organization if you were outside the organization itself. You loved the boys, but god, they were loud and annoying sometimes. Everyone else on the plane would definitely hate the group, but they didn’t care. The city was fueled by the hate of everyone who wasn’t them.

Jake and Charlie finally reappear, more coffee and now food in hand. Jake hands you what he got you as you reposition yourself so you’re sitting cross-legged on the seat, slightly uncomfortable due to how scrunched up you were so you could face him. You lean over, kissing his cheek before you start eating

He turns his head to smile at you as you catch him off guard and kiss him again. “What’s this for?”

“I don’t tell you enough that I appreciate you,” you say to him, taking a bite of the breakfast sandwich he got you.

Jake smiles at you, turning himself so he faces you. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him so he can kiss your forehead, mumbling something you can’t quite make out against your skin. Charlie starts chirping Jake over something, resulting in him leaving you to go argue with his teammates. You can’t help but smile as you watch Jake and his teammates. You knew he loved them, just like they loved him.

“You didn’t have coffee in you when I was talking to you before and you were actually pleasant?” Matt plops down next to you, taking your attention away from Jake.

You roll your eyes at him, even though you knew he was right, “Shut up, Gryz. Jake and I stopped for coffee on the way here. This is round two,” you say, raising the cup to him. The two of you watch some of the younger guys aggregate around Jake and Charlie, Jake telling them some story while they hang onto every word of his, laughing their heads off with every sentence. “God, he loves you guys.”

“Yeah, but you know he loves you more,” Matt says, nudging your shoulder.

“I think he loves Oreos more than he loves me sometimes,” you joke, knowing that it’s not true. Hoping that it’s not true, more like it.

“Trust me, JD loves three things in this order: you, hockey, then Oreos. He loves you more than he loves hockey. Nothing you can do will change that.”

You both laugh, the announcement for your flight to board interrupting the noise the rest of the guys were making. Jake rushes over to your side, picking up the bags both of you were planning on bringing onto the plan, practically pushing Matt out of the way. He kisses you on the cheek, a soft smile on his face.

“What?” you ask him, linking your arm in his.

“I love you,” he says, getting in line behind some of the guys.

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning your head against his arm.

“Ready for seven hours on a plane with these fools?” Jake asks, using his other arm to gesture to the rest of his teammates.

“I’m only ready because you’re with me,” you say to him in a sing-songy voice.

“Woah! So you can be corny, but I can’t?” he jokes, sending you two into a flirty bickering match as you board the plane with everyone. You get settled into your seats, resting your head on his shoulder to hopefully fall back to sleep despite the amount of caffeine coursing through your veins. You can hear the guys talking around you, probably annoying the rest of the passengers on the flight more than they intended.

You end up in that half awake-half asleep state while on his shoulder, the sounds of the rest of the guys fading in and out as you did. You could feel Jake occasionally kissing the top of your head, resting his on yours in an effort to go to sleep like you were. Both of you were woken up by the sound of the flight attendant coming through with food, the long flight warranting a hot meal, you and Jake being handed something different than the rest of the people around you.

“What is it?” you whisper to him once the flight attendant has passed by you.

“None of the free meals looked good so I got us something different,” he says, taking a bite of what looked like chicken covered in some sort of sauce.

“We could have just done the free meal so you wouldn’t be paying for me again,” you mumble, a little annoyed that he didn’t even ask when paying for food made things awkward earlier that morning.

You sit there in silence, eating the food that Jake bought you. Honestly, it was airplane food, not something that you had even wanted in the first place but you couldn’t let it go to waste now.

“I think I’m gonna go sit with Charlie,” Jake says, getting up without saying another word once the food is gone, leaving you to sit there by yourself with the other people in the row.

You try to find something to watch on the screen in front of you, only to be interrupted by Matt appearing and Jake’s seat, startling you as you rip out the headphones you had on while the first movie available was starting to play. “Your boy just kicked me out of my seat by sitting on top of me.”

You can’t help but laugh, picturing the other passengers' reactions around then as the grown men that were Jake and his teammates acted like absolute children. “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that he did that or that fact that I’m not shocked that he did that.” You watch him with Charlie, your smile fading as his grows.

“Hey, what’s up?” Matt asks, pulling your attention away from Jake.

“Same argument that we haven’t really fought over yet.” Matt was the only one on the team that knew about the seemingly never-ending awkwardness that surrounded you and Jake when it came to money. “It’s not getting worse, but it’s more frequent. I’m just worried we’re gonna end up blowing up at each other and losing each other in the process,” you tell him, fixating on the screen in front of you.

You hear him exhale, looking over to see a sad look on his face. A single lock of hair falls down in front of his forehead, moving along with the rest of his head, “Couples fight. I don’t want to tell you that you should have this argument this weekend, but you have to talk about it. And I mean really talk about it, not just the vague undertones you two constantly have dancing around the subject.”

You stare at him, slightly confused at how something like that came out of him, “I don’t like how you said that so eloquently,” you laugh, Matt throwing his head back to join you.

“But you know I’m right,” he says.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” you huff, waving him off.

Without another word, he hands you his other earbud, starting a movie on his screen that would hopefully last the rest of the flight. You rest your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the screen, picturing Jake in his place.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you must have at some point because the next thing you know, the movie is over, the plane is about to land, and Matt is trying to get you off his shoulder so he can get back to his seat. “Hey, Y/N,” he whispers, nudging his shoulder gently. “Jake’s coming back,” he says, acting as if he didn’t want to get caught with you asleep next to him.

“Hi,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes as he plops back down in his seat, him kissing your cheek as you now struggle to stay awake. “It’s like, the middle of the night now, isn’t it?” you ask him, having no idea the time difference between Boston and where you were.

“I think it’s like 10 pm. I didn’t realize I was dating an old woman,” he jokes, pulling a laugh from you.

“You wear me out, babe,” you say, everyone getting up from their seats, the boys making more noise than anyone on the plane as people anxiously waited to get off.

“And you keep me young,” he says, giving you a quick peck before handing you your bag.

You hear someone groan behind you, turning to see Matt standing there already waiting for the two of you to move out of his way. “I’m not going to hang out with you if you’re like this the entire trip” he teases.

You can’t help but scoff, playing into the teasing nature of his comment. “Sorry, bubs, you’re the only one who didn’t bring a date so that makes you our third wheel.”

“I could third wheel any of the guys here and you know that,” he tries to defend himself as Jake grabs your hand and starts to pull you off the plane.

“That’s a weird thing to brag about,” you tell him, the three of you walking in a line to go get your bags, you and Matt carrying a conversation while Jake stands off to the side, not paying attention to the movement of the unfamiliar airport around him.

Everyone waits outside for whatever transportation Patrice had arranged to the hotel, still unsure how he swung any of the details he did. The guys had way too much energy considering how many hours they spent cooped up on a plane. You were exhausted, the coffee practically gone from your system as you tried to convince Jake to just go back to the hotel room with you and spend the night in. “Please?” you beg him, draping yourself on his arm as he waited to get your room keys.

“But the guys want to explore the city,” he whines, jutting his lip out to you.

“I have no more coffee in me,” you whine back. He pouts at you, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to try to convince you to stay in or go explore with the guys. “I will do anything you want.”

He raises his eyebrows, pulling you close to him, “Anything?” he asks, forgetting the guys surrounding you as he kisses you, his grip around your waist tightening as his teammates start teasing the two of you.

“Hey, JD! Save that for the bedroom!” Matt chirps, your face turning bright red at his words.

“Ah, fuck off and let me love her,” he says, his forehead against yours. “I think I like the sound of the bedroom.”

You ignore the chirps from the boys as he kisses you again, the heat in your cheeks not subsiding until the two of you get to your room. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out with the guys? Apparently, the nightlife is supposed to be awesome in the city,” Jake says, flopping down on the bed. You had been there all of two seconds, and he was already starfished on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

You sigh, sitting down next to him. “I told you I don’t want to go out,” you repeat, a little more annoyed than you intended to sound. “I’m tired, and when we go out, we’re going to end up spending more money and-” you stop, cutting yourself off as Jake sits up.

“Hey,” he says, taking your hands in his, “I told you I would pay for you. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is, though. To me it is. I don’t need you to keep paying for me for everything. I don’t want you to.”

“What’s the big deal?”

Were you really about to have the fight you and Matt talked about on the plane in your hotel room? “Don’t you get it? You have so much money while I’m constantly struggling to make ends meet because of fucking loans. Do you know what it’s like to be a grown adult and live off someone else's money, the constant looks from people when I talk about you that say they think I’m just dating you for your money? That unless you’re home and go grocery shopping for us, I have to choose between food and gas until you get back? All I am is a fucking burden.”

“What, you think I don’t know about all of that? Why do you think I pay for you? So you don’t have to worry about food and gas,” he says, getting up.

“And I hate that you do that!” you snap, “That you feel like you have to. It’s like a slap in the face that I can never pay for anything and you have to pay for everything.”

“So what do you want me to do? Stand by and watch you struggle when I have the means to help you?” The volume of his voice matched yours, hearing doors in the hallway opening and closing, praying that it wasn’t other guests trying to figure out what room the screaming match was coming from.

“I don’t mind if you help out once in a while when I really need it but it’s stuff like the second round of Dunkin’ when I could barely get the first, the meal on the airplane when they give out free ones, or when you keep asking to go out, knowing that we’re going to spend money after I told you no.” Jake rolls his eyes, pushing past you and out the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out with the guys. You want something, you can get it yourself, see if I care,” he hisses, leaving you standing there with the door propped open by your foot, watching him walk away. Matt gets off the elevator when he tries to get on, saying something you can’t make out when the elevator door closes.

“What the hell happened?” Matt asks, looking between you and the elevator.

You shake your head, trying to hold back the tears that were forming, knowing that there were other people in the hallway that had just witnessed the end of whatever that was. “Remember the fight you said we would have? We just had it,” you tell him, flopping down on your bed with your hands over your face. You let out a long groan, feeling the weight of Matt’s body sink the corner of the mattress down. You knew he was giving you that sympathetic look that was going to make you more upset, feeding into your already upset nature just that much more.

“What happened?” Matt repeats.

“We just finally snapped. God, of all places to have a stupid fight like this, we have at the night before your teammate is supposed to get married. I mean, fuck, we’re in Barcelona, for god's sake and you and I are here watching me mope instead of exploring like we should be.”

“Well, who says we can’t?”

“My bank account.”

Matt pries your hands off your face, forcing you to sit up despite you clearly not wanting to. “There’s so much to do in Barcelona at night that doesn’t involve spending money. We can find the guys no problem, probably doing something free.”

“And how do you expect we do that?” you ask him as he tries to drag you off the bed, grabbing the room key on the way out the door.

Matt waves his phone in the air, a smug look on his face. “I have the location of everyone on the team, past and present, on Find My Friends.”

You hesitate for a minute, your wallet and bag sitting right there by the door for you to grab to go join your boyfriend and his teammates and try to enjoy the night despite the fight you just had. “Matt,” you try to protest, your eyes darting back and forth between him and your bag. You didn’t want to worry about Jake on the night out, but you knew you couldn’t be spending a lot of money. You had been out with the guys too many times before when Jake promised they wouldn’t be big spenders, only to go home and have to worry about how you were going to survive to the next paycheck.

“If you want anything then I’ll pay for it and you pay me back with food or something. Y/N, Jake is wandering Barcelona with Charlie right now, probably just as upset as you are,” he tries to reason with you. “There’s no point in sitting here alone in your hotel room when you’re in a city that you’ve been talking about visiting for as long as I’ve known you.”

You let out a groan, knowing that he was right. “I can’t stand you,” you mumble, grabbing your bag and heading out the door with him.

Matt had his phone pulled out, trying to navigate the city based on a little dot that showed your boyfriend’s location. You had no idea where you were going, and, to be honest, you weren’t sure that Matt had any idea either. You had never been in a situation where the two of you had to wander through unfamiliar territory before, but something told you it was going to be a while before he figured out how to get to the rest of the guys.

“Matt, this is useless. We’ve been walking around for over an hour already,” you tell him, sitting down on the bench that was just off the path you had been taking.

“It hasn’t been an hour, you’re being dramatic.”

Matt sits down next to you as you pull out your phone. “We left the room at 10 pm. It’s 11. That’s an hour,” you snap at him, clearly hating that you can’t find them. “I just want to see Jake,” you mutter.

“Have either of you calmed down enough to have an actual conversation with each other? You know, not a screaming match?” Matt asks you, watching the small dots that represented his teammates move around his phone screen. “If you want to try to figure out your way around here, when neither of us speaks the language to ask for directions, we can. If not, we go back to the hotel.”

You stare at his phone, seeing JD, CM, TF, two JS’s, and a DP altogether, somewhere off the road where neither of you were able to figure out how to get to them. You shake your head, thinking about Matt’s words: you weren’t sure you were cooled off enough to talk to Jake rationally, and you had a feeling he was still the same. “Let’s just find our way back to the hotel,” you tell him, getting up off the bench.

You look at Matt, the look of sympathy covering his face as he follows you back the way you came. You probably could have easily found Jake and the rest of the guys, working out whatever the hell you needed to before the wedding tomorrow. If you couldn’t work it out, what did that mean for your future, though? If you didn’t live with Jake, you would be struggling way more than you were now, probably living paycheck to paycheck without the luxury of everything Jake did for you.

Were you wrong to be mad that he was trying to help?

The two of you get back to the hotel, the empty lobby eerily echoing with your footsteps on the marble floor. You hadn’t even noticed it before, the hotel you were staying at was probably the nicest one you had ever set foot in. You were tempted to sit on one of the chairs in the lobby, wait there for Jake and the rest of the guys to come back despite the fact that they would probably be drunk off their asses when you saw them.

Matt puts his hand on your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Do you want to stay down here and wait?” he asks you, reading your mind, “Or, do you want to go back to either your room or mine?”

“I don’t want to impose,” you try to protest.

“So, you’d rather go back to an empty room and wallow alone instead of sitting on my bed, eating ice cream, and watching a movie,” he tempts you, raising his eyebrows with his offer.

“I don’t want ice cream.”

Matt scrunches his nose, letting out a laugh. “I never said the ice cream was for you. It’s summer, I can cheat on the nutrition plans a little more right now.”

He manages to pull a laugh from you, the two of you heading up to his room. You plopped yourself on his bed, your hands behind your head while you couldn’t take your mind off Jake. You really didn’t want him to be as miserable as you felt, but part of you also did want that. Was that bad?

You knew you had to set boundaries. You knew you couldn’t live without him, both financially and in life in general.

“You know,” Matt says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again, “The guys are back here at the hotel. If you wanted to go back to your room, I’m sure you could talk to him now.”

You roll over, your back facing Matt. “I don’t think he would want to talk to me.”

Matt sighs, lying down next to you and staring up at the ceiling. “Like I told you in Boston, Jake loves you more than anything. If I know anything about him, he’s just as miserable as you are, probably back in your room panicking about where you are.”

You turn to him, narrowing your eyes. “This is your way of trying to get me out of here before the ice cream comes and you feel like you have to share with me, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, sitting up to get ready to go. “Oh, of course.”

You head out, opening the door, caught off guard by who was standing there. “Jake?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. “I thought you would be here.” You nod, both of you standing there in an awkward silence as you held the door to Matt’s room open. You didn’t know if you should speak first or wait for Jake to do it, and apparently, he felt the same.

“As much as I love just staring at you two,” Matt breaks the silence. “Would you be able to do this with my door closed? You can be in here, but,” his voice trails off. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear whatever it was you were about to talk about even though he already knew.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him, letting his room door close behind you as Jake took your hand in his, leading you down the hall to your room.

You don’t say anything until you get into your room, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” he says, his hand still in yours but unable to look at you.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” you repeat, for lack of better words to say. “We need boundaries. I get that you want to pay for things, but I need you to ask me before you do, especially if it’s something we don’t necessarily need.”

“Ok,” he draws out, trying to figure out how to frame his words. “Would you be ok with asking me for help when you need it? You know I can help you, and it kills me seeing you struggle when I have the means to make this stop.”

“I just want you to ask.”

He smiles at you, raising his hand to cup your face. “I will,” he says, his lips finding yours for a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You spend the rest of the night together, trying to figure out boundaries of what and when Jake can lend you money, what should be paid back, what he doesn’t want back, everything. It was the conversation you should have had years ago, yet never did.

The next morning, you get ready for his teammate's wedding, slipping on the dress, your back towards Jake while he put on his suit. “Can you zip me up?” you ask him while he adjusted his sleeves.

He comes up behind you, his fingers holding the small zipper and slowly pulling it up your back. Jake wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in front of the mirror hung on the wall of the room, his head nestled on your shoulder. “I can’t wait until we get married.”

You laugh, craning your neck to kiss the side of his head. “That’ll be an expensive day, won’t it,” you joke.

“Yeah, maybe. But spending the rest of my life with the girl I love? That’s priceless.”

#jake debrusk #jake debrusk imagine #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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captainkirkk · 4 years ago

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

A collection of fics I’ve read (/reread) and thoroughly enjoyed in the past week-ish from all kinds of fandoms and genres.

Umbrella Academy

✩ Fighting (Pre)Determinism by chibi_tantei

They go back in time, determined to rewrite their own family history. Only problem is, only one of them looks the proper age to get near their younger selves.

Or, six months after Five stormed out, determined to time travel, he returns home. His siblings are happy to have him back, but he's acting differently...

(Or, Five goes undercover as himself. Twice the siblings should make saving the world easier, right? Yet somehow, he's only now realizing how many issues his family has to fix.)

Side Effects May Vary by CivilBores

Allison crosses her arms. “Five,” she says firmly, “when was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t know,” Five says honestly. At Allison’s expression, he quickly adds, “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t know what it’ll take for all of you pea-brained idiots to realize that.”

“We may not be as intelligent as you, Five,” Allison says, “but at least all of us are smart enough to know how to take care of ourselves.”

A week after the world is saved, Five convinces himself that he is still experiencing lingering side effects of paradox psychosis. His family has something to say about that.

rude awakening by Soulykins

When Five wakes up, he just knows someone is in the room with him. Of course, even he didn't except to come face to face with the Handler who he'd thought to be very very dead. And he especially didn't expect her to break into his room and watch him sleep while waiting for him to wake up.

It's very fortunate that Diego and Klaus show up to wake him up and take offense to some random lady in the same room as their very uncomfortable, very thirteen-year-old brother.

✩ Apocalypse Please by Dynamystic

The movement caught the older woman’s eye, her keen senses zooming in on the Girl’s quarry. The Handler nearly dropped her cigarette, “Don’t you dare, you promised.”

And there was the Handler’s second mistake. Sloppy. No one told the Girl what to do.

“Like you said,” She leaned over the man, very deceased, and reached out a feather light touch along the ash covered cheek, “Circumstances have changed.”

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On April 2nd, day two of the apocalypse, Klaus Hargreeves woke up.

BNHA/TUA Crossover

An Unexpected Future by aseies

“I’m sure you’re looking forward to finding a way back to your own time as soon as possible,” Nedzu said. “I want you to know that U.A. will do everything in its power to help you achieve that goal. Time travel is a complicated equation to solve, but I’m sure if we put our heads together we’ll come up with something!”

Five raised a skeptical eyebrow. “And you’re just going to do that out of the goodness of your heart? I’m not even old enough for high school yet.”

“Well, we’re all heroes for a reason, no? What good are we if we can’t help a single child in need?” Nedzu pointed out with a pleasantly neutral smile as he sipped his tea.

OR: Instead of time traveling into the apocalypse, thirteen-year-old Five Hargreeves teleports in the middle of the USJ fight.

He gets a couple of new dads out of it.

BNHA

next time, next time by aworus

Over and over again, Aizawa Shouta is woken by the same alarm, at the same time, on the same day.

The roof access door alarm is triggered. It is 7:56am. It is Saturday.

And over and over again, Aizawa Shouta is just barely too late to stop Midoriya Izuku from stepping off of the ledge and splattering onto the concrete below.

don't forget (all you gotta do is call) by carolinaa

Aizawa's seen signs of something wrong for a long time. It takes a student's direct words to put change into motion.

The Way Things Burn (and the way they heal) by Trixree

Before the training camp attack—before the dorms and the close quarters and the security measures and the curfew and the living-in-his-classmates-back-pockets... Bakugou notices something.

Todoroki Shouto is fucking weird.

In which Bakugou plays at being an amateur detective and teams up with Izuku to completely fuck up Endeavor's whole damn day (and possibly his entire life, too.)

#weekly fic round up #fic recs #tua recs #bnha recs #atla recs

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circuscarnage · 4 years ago

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Picture Perfect.

Hello! I saw a picture of Rooks room and get inspired to write a yandere fanfic. Sorry if he seems out of character, I haven't written for him since the game released. I’ve also been wanting to try my hand at writing a yandere fic for a while so I hope you enjoy.

TW: Stalking. A lot of stalking.

Words: 2755.

Potions wasn't exactly a subject that you excelled at. It wasn't that you were bad at it... you just had trouble getting your head around the instructions. It's not everyday you are flung through a magical portal and expected to partake in activities meant for trained wizards who have been here for more than five seconds. So a little struggling here and there was to be expected. But to completely mess up and almost set half the school on fire? That was a new record of stupidity, even for you.

Divus was not impressed. The way he lightly tapped his cane over his crossed arms was enough of an indication. He was just about to teach this stray puppy some discipline. But thankfully for you, someone came to your hour of need. And that someone came in the form of the boisterous Rook Hunt. Sweet talking his way into your conversation seamlessly and rescuing this poor soul from punishment.

"Monsieur Crewel," He started. "You must forgive our petite colombe, they are not accustomed to this world, and still have much to learn." He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, firmly keeping you in place. "May I suggest some personally tutoring? After all, who better the guide this innocent creature through the hurdles of life than yours truly?"

So it was settled. Instead of being placed with a heavy detention, Rook would be you personal tutor. Helping recover your grades and ensuring that you never repeat your little mistake ever again. You both agreed to meet in the Pomefiore dormitory, where he would escort you to his room in order to study.

As expected from Pomefiore, their rooms were nothing short of elegant. The room was quite grand. Cream coloured walls lined with gold coating the exterior, giving the room a very regal vibe. They had the same satin sheets that matches perfectly with their uniform. And the bed canopy above only added an extra layer of elegance. The stained glass window embedded in the wall illuminated a section of the room with rainbow light. He even had his hunting equipment decorated on the wall. His trusty hunting bows seeming as casual as a family picture. It looked extremely glamorous, and extremely expensive.

You kept your books clutched to your chest as he invited you further into the room. "Thank you again, Rook. Without your help, there's no doubt Crewel would make me do one of his impossible tasks." You turned to face him. "How were you able to persuade him so easily?"

Rook smiled, closing the door behind him. "We share an eye for the divine. Fashion and beauty come second nature to us. I am also one of his top students. He places his trust in me to guide his little 'puppies' in the right direction." Rook laughed, finding it endearing that Divus saw himself as a trainer, rather than a teacher. He walked himself over to his desk, pulling out the chair, and gestured you to sit down. You placed your belongings on the table and sat down, thanking him.

Before you started, Rook removed his hat, and went to place it on the stand. "Let's start with the basics, shall we? Firstly-" Rook suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He stared off into the distance, thinking for a moment. His hat still sitting firmly in his hand, before he finally placed it down. He checked his pockets, patting them down gently at first, but then becoming a tad more frantic. He patted down his jacket as well, as if he was missing something. He breathed out a smile. "Ah... sacre bleu..."

"Is everything okay?" You queried, quirking your brow at him. It was unlike Rook to be disorganised. He always knew where everything was, so seeing him in a state of surprise was a first. Rook met your gaze again, giving you an apologetic smile before speaking. "You must forgive me, petite colombe. It seems I may have left something important in Monsieur Crewel's classroom. I hate to leave at such short notice, but I must retrieve this item of mine."

"It's alright." You reassured him. There was plenty of times where you had left something behind, it was perfectly understandable. "Take your time. I can go over some notes by myself if you want?" Rook clapped his hands together happily. Expressing his delight to your sedulous mind. "Tres bein! Such a diligent student. So eager to learn, yet has trouble expressing so. Like a flower yet to bloom yo-"

"Rook. Go." You ushered him out of the room with a smile. If you hadn't stepped in, he would have continued his rant on beauty for the rest of the day.

As Rook left the room to retrieve said item, you opened your book to a random page and started to reread over your notes. At least this way, you wouldn't bore yourself to death waiting for him to come back. Might as well do something productive. Before long, your eyes started to get tired. Without Rook being here to help you, it felt strange being in his room, like you weren't supposed to be there. Some time had already passed yet he hadn't returned. You sighed, leaning back in the chair. Whatever he misplaced must have been important. Not wanting the boredom to consume you whole, you searched the room for something to do.

Without a doubt, the hat on the stand had caught your attention. You stared at it, resisting the temptation to try it on. Just as you reached out your hand, you quickly retreated it back. Another time, you thought. Today was a day of no distractions. You were going to do work, and Rook was going to help... whenever he came back. Given the unpredictability of Rook, who knows how long he would take. He had left his phone in his room, so there was no way to contact him. Sitting back down in the chair, you let out a heavy sigh.

That's when you saw it. Hidden away in the very corner of the room. Something that was slightly off. A stray corner of wallpaper was peeling off the side of the wall. It was only a small section, easily overlooked by anyone who passed by. But for someone who was obviously looking for something, it wasn't hard to miss. Rook didn't seem like the type of person to allow his room to fall into a state of disarray. Suffice to say, it caught you off guard.

Something about how that one corner was different was completely throwing off your concentration. There was no way you would be able to focus with something that distracting in the back of your mind. It was decided, in order to gain a better working environment, something needed to be done.

You stood up from your seat and made your way over to the bed, removing your shoes before carefully stepping on top of the satin sheets. They sank under your weight, making you briefly loose your footing, but you manged to make it to the wall without falling over. The Pomefiore dorm really went all out with the bedding. Soft and smooth to the touch, yet emitting a sort of poisonous aura. It dragged you in, insisting for you to lie down. As if someone could lie in peaceful slumber, forever in a death like state.

You shook those thoughts from your head. Now was not the time to think about that, there was a wall in desperate need of fixing! Standing up on your tip toes, your hand glided up the wall to secure the loose wallpaper. Just before you sealed up the wall, something else caught your attention. There was something behind the plaster. A corner of a white scrap of paper was peaking out from behind it. Why the heck was there something behind the wall? Was it something that he didn't want others to see?

You looked towards the door, seeing that Rook hadn't come back yet. What was taking him so long? His lengthened disappearance might as well be a blessing at this point, considering the blatant curiosity that festered inside you was starting to eat away at your moral compass. It is awfully rude to look at someones personal things without asking, but it was basically staring you right in the face, begging to be looked at. Surely, it wouldn't hurt to take a small peek, would it? No longer being able to subside the pestering need to be nosy, you peeled back a little more of the plaster, surprised at how easy it came off.

There was no denying the cold feeling that started to creep it's way up your spine. Slow and sultry, like someone trailing their fingers up your back. What you had expected to be a simple joke to be laughed it, turned out to be much darker then you could have ever dreamed. You couldn't believe what you were looking at, blinding rapidly, praying that it was just a trick of the eye. But every time you opened your eyes, there it was, staring back at you. That's when you noticed that there wasn't only one. Another corner peeked out.

In a marvellous flourish of motion, you quickly tore the wall paper off, revealing an entire collage of horror behind a thin wall of plaster. There was more of them. Completely covering the back wall. But these weren't pieces of paper. These were pictures.

Pictures of you.

How Rook was able to capture them without you knowing baffled you. He had taken shots from all angles, close up and distant, capturing every moment perfectly. You studied the pictures closer, being able to remember the exact date of when they were taken. One was from the day you were having lunch outside with your friends, smiling and laughing in ignorant bliss, unaware of the danger that lurked just beyond your line of sight. Another was from one of your walks, going around Night Raven campus without a second thought. Enjoying the peaceful scenery away from the usual chaos. Oh my god. He even managed to snap a shot of you while you were asleep.

Your hands instinctively slammed on the wall as you felt your body lurch forward, suddenly feeling very disorientated, and extremely unsafe. Rook could be somewhat of a stalker at times, but this was just too far. The little games he would play with the other students were nothing more than playful motions, they never borderline on obsession. So why. Why this? Why now? And most importantly, why you?

"Beautiful, is it not?"

Hearing those words broke you from your bystander state and placed you back within the clutches of the predator. You completely froze. Standing still on his bed, not even being able to look him in the eyes. You knew that you were in the wrong by snooping through his things. But if you knew what was in store, you wouldn't have done it. Discomfort radiated off you rapidly, filling the room with unimaginable dread. Neither of you said anything for a moment. But when Rook spoke, it shot through you like an arrow.

"My collection." His voice had gotten louder. He was much closer than before. On the side of the bed just behind you. You didn't even know he moved. "I've travelled my entire life and seen beauty in all it's shapes and forms. The Savanaclaw students are beast-men, their animalistic instincts interest me greatly. The students at this academy are all so distinct with their unique magic. But you." The way he spoke, letting you linger on every word he said, unsettled you greatly. "You had your own beauty in being simple. Standing out because you blend in with the background. A simple buttercup in a world of exotic flowers. It's a wonder how you managed to catch my eye, more so than that of Roi de Poison." He placed his gloved finger to his chin, taking a moment to think about his next words. "You have a certain... Je ne sais pas... Vulnerability. Something that a hunter like myself can't resist..."

As he said that, he reached out his hand, gently twisting it around your wrist. You shuddered at his touch, not wanting to be here anymore. Whatever was going on, you wanted no part in it. You wish you never saw this. Wanting nothing more than to rewind time and remain oblivious to his obsessive actions. That would be better. Going about life without knowing of the danger that was always three steps behind.

Plucking up the little courage you had, cautiously you turned to face him. You expected to see him looking at you with a sour expression. But he didn't. He didn't look angry. Why didn't he look angry? You just exposed him for stalking. Someone in their right mind should have at least changed their expression, or do something. But Rook didn't. He just continued to smile at you as he always did. As if nothing was wrong. You looked back to the pictures, and then to him. His timing was too perfect. Leaving suddenly and then catching you in the act. Leaving you bored and in need to do something. He didn't plan this... Did he?

"Did..." It was hard trying to conceal the fear in your voice. Still uneven and shaking from the realisation. "...Did you want me to find this?" Your voice was only just above a whisper, yet Rook heard it clear as day. His keen eyes picking up the slightest of sounds. He clapped his hands together happily. "Tres Bien! As expected of my petite colombe, you were able to find the clues and uncover the mystery. Your beauty surely knows no bounds. All good hunters know how to cover their tracks and remain undetected. I wouldn't let something like a stray piece of paper cause my undoing." His eyes flickered to wall, scanning over the pictures once again. It was clear that he was proud to own such a collection, but his gaze never stayed focused on them for long. Too soon his eyes would return to grace upon your features, taking them in intensely. "Even though I was able to capture your beauty within these images, it can never compare to the real thing. A replication of a painting is worthless compared to the original. That's why I had to have you."

Gently he began to pull you towards him. You tried to fight back. Squirming under his touch, hoping to be let free. But no matter how much you wriggled, how much you battered your fist against his arm, or how much you protested, he was easily able to seal you in his arms. He didn't even flinch. Being able to pull you in with one wave of his hand, like it was nothing. He only chuckled in response. There was no where for you to run, you both knew that. You had accidentally cornered yourself standing on his bed. You considered making a break for it. But then you remembered how fast Rook could be. It was sometimes scary watching him in PE, being able to easily sprint past Savanaclaw members without breaking a sweat. There was no way you would be able to outrun him. Not like you could run anyway, being clutched to his chest. Smothered in unrequited love.

All thoughts of escape fled your mind as his grip tightened. Digging his gloved fingers into your skin without breaking his smile. He was enjoying this. Having you be at his mercy. It was like being a rabbit surrounded by traps. One wrong move and something would end up broken. With a delighted expression, he tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Half-lidded emerald eyes that sparked with delusional longing. "I want to capture that look of your face forever. Belated innocence... Such a pretty face would be wasted on those who can't appreciate it's beauty. My heart pulsated with admiration. You've completely captured my heart. My mind, body, and soul sing for your embrace. Every action I have taken has been in your name. And every action I shall take will be laced with your image. Won't you be my personal muse?"

#twisted wonderland #rook hunt #pomefiore #twst yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #twst rook #yandere rook hunt #if anyone is wondering #Rook calls the reader his little dove #but I hope this was okay #Hi sometimes I wanna write #but we will resume shortly to our regularly scheduled bullshit

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daisylincs · 4 years ago

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Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.

#aos best of 2020 #fic rec #massive fic rec list #and honestly; WHAT a list!!#despite this utter hellstorm of a year #we as a fandom have still been nothing short of INCREDIBLE #and honestly; I am SO proud of us #💜💜💜

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lollybliz · 5 years ago

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bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights. Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm. “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

#fic rec #bnha #mha #tododeku #todobakudeku #kiribaku #shinkami #shindeku #erasermic #To Be Continued

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currywaifu · 4 years ago

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: gloxinia 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: nanao taichi/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.2k words 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨: mullin, visibly cxnfused

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a cute surprise, and either reader is too observant or taichi isn’t as slick as he thinks 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: this work is a part of the flower shop event, a series of unconnected flower shop AU one-shots

You couldn’t have predicted that within the five or so minutes you were gone, a surprise in the form of a flower awaited you.

For a short time frame, you had gotten up to scour the wooden shelves for a particular reference book you needed for your essay. It was relatively easy to find— though your school’s library didn’t have the biggest assemblage, the title was sought-after enough to have a few copies provided by the faculty. With little to no detour you immediately went back to the table you, and only you, occupied, only to become momentarily stupefied.

It was a bit of a sight to behold, not by its size but instead how it misplaced it looked against its backdrop— a striking shade of purple against the white, lined papers your notes were hastily written on.

For quite some time, you inspected it as though it was a foreign entity; in truth, you recognised nearly every aspect of it. From the filler baby’s breath accenting the singular flower, to the white tissue papers wrapped the flower, to the dainty little ribbon with a flower shop’s name tying the whole thing up nicely.

Everything was familiar about it save for one thing— the addresser.

You pulled out what would surely be a hint to who sent it, a letter, maybe even a name that would designate the flower surely wasn’t for you.

Somehow, the sight of the pastel yellow paper made your cheeks flush more than the flower itself. Despite not having read anything yet, holding the heart-shaped origami envelope between your fingers made you realise that, yes, there was a pretty high chance that someone meant to give you these— that someone liked you enough to give you something with romantic intentions, albeit not in person.

As you unfolded the envelope, you couldn’t help the quiet giggle that left your system. Five words, as simple as they were, were enough to draw a smile upon your face as you found yourself rereading the slightly messy handwriting several times over.

I like you a lot!

Head shooting up, you scanned the room for anyone who could have possibly placed it there— if not him or her, at least an accomplice? To your disappointment, you doubted the people in the mostly vacant room had anything to do with it.

Doing your best to fold the paper back to its original design, you pondered what to do next— what would happen next. Was this just a one-time thing? Were they going to do something again? Would they actually confess to you?

Beyond giddiness over a potential admirer, it was hard not to feel curious over a guy who gifts you a flower from the very same flower shop you part-timed in.

…

As two weeks go by without a noise from them, you figured they had either planned that to be a one-time, doing this to move on thing, or perhaps that the whole thing was some elaborate, weird joke by someone in school.

It was pretty clear to you they didn’t want to be found, if you were to base it on the fact that they gave you no clues to their identity whatsoever, save for their handwriting and the fact that they knew some degree of origami. If they even made it themselves.

… well, technically you could just ask your boss about the appearance or anything of who bought that particular bouquet but that didn’t seem very moral of a choice.

Honestly, you didn’t think you’d ever find out who gave it at this rate,

until you did.

Undeniably, the way you put two and two together was incredibly anti-climatic and all around simple.

“Taichi-kun, do you want to split the work? Like, me doing odd and you doing the even numbers?” he seemed to tense up the moment you talked to him, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had said something wrong. Maybe he wasn’t that good with this particular topic? You couldn’t say it was your favourite lesson either, so maybe it would be better to just help each other out?

“Actually, we can answer it together too! We have the time,” you added quickly, looking at him to gauge his reaction. Without any time spared for you to worry, he seemed to instantaneously beam like the sun, a warm glow accompanying him, cheeks dusted with red, a few shades lighter than his hair.

“Yeah! Let’s work on it together!” his exclamation caught you off-guard— it was unusual for someone to act like an excitable puppy over a 20 item math pair-work worksheet of all things, but all the same it was quite adorable!

You pushed your desks together so the both of you could answer the paper properly, barely any side by side distance between the two of you save for the wooden chairs which you two sat on.

The realisation wasn’t gradual. Actually, it was rather immediate— perhaps you’d spent too much time staring at the 5 words he wrote down, but the moment he started writing both of your names on the paper you already knew it was him.

You’d be lying if you said the initial appeal of this, whatever this was, wasn’t the idea of someone liking you; now that you were 99% sure it was Taichi, however, the feeling of delight and thrill didn’t go away whatsoever.

He hardly knew you, you were sure of that much! You definitely barely knew anything about him, too, save for a few instances where you’d work together as a group or through unintentionally eavesdropping here and there.

… but while you couldn’t (immediately) reciprocate, you couldn’t deny wanting to get to know the guy who gave you a flower with that kind of meaning, whether he knew it or not.

“Taichi-kun, you’re good at origami, right?” you mentioned suddenly, not failing to notice how your seat mate seemed to perk up like a puppy’s ears would. Cute? Was he always like this?

“W-wait, you noticed?!” as soon the words left his lips he began to fumble, trying and failing to take back his words before settling for just straight-up admitting to it. “Ehe, I think I am! If you request something, I can make it!”

His moment of confidence rendered a smile out of you, although… since he offered… perhaps you could take the chance to do one last verification? You momentarily wanted him to make the litter heart envelope you’d been cherishing quite recently, but perhaps that was too simple.

“Can you do flower origami?”

“Yep! Tulips, lotus flowers, lilies, you name it!”

“Wahh, that’s cool! How about—“ the moment the name of the flower left your lips, Taichi’s pen nearly fell from his fingers. His face had already gone as bright as his hair, but you couldn’t help but tease him, at least one last time.

“We had them at the flower shop I part-time in,” you could practically see the cogs in his head turning the more you talked, until he let out a noise with semblance of a whine and a gasp the moment the name of your workplace escaped your throat.

Though you weren’t the most confrontational or assertive of people, you really couldn’t help yourself— a little teasing side of you opened up from trying to match his vibes.

It was as though, despite the multiple sources of noise coming from all directions, your mind only focused on the two of you, and how else your relationship would continue from today.

“ thank you for your hard work today at the flower shop! here, feel free to take home this gloxinia with you~ ”

【 gloxinia 】 love at first sight

“ maybe you’d like some more flowers before heading home? ”

-ˋˏflower shop masterlistˎˊ- | -ˋˏfic masterlistˎˊ-

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i didn’t mention what flower was given by taichi because i’m a dummy and forgot gloxinias were more of potted/house plant flowers- as in, i don’t know if they can be in bouquets/sold per piece? oopsies~

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#taichi nanao #nanao taichi #a3! x reader #cafe: dessert menu #nathya's flower shop #a3! taichi #a3! actor training game #a3! game

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knoepfchen · 4 years ago

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Thank you Alex, my fellow “I have a URL that no longer really fits the fandom I’m in but I’ll be damned if I change it now” TOG AU conspirator, @meet-the-girl-who-can, for tagging me in this!

I enjoy “end-of-year reflection” a lot actually, but I’ve not really gotten round to it much in previous years, and so I’m making the best of my planlessness this year. (Also it’s Theodor Fontane’s birthday tomorrow, and I believe it’s what he would have wanted.)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

The Old Guard found me at a strange little time in my life. I lost my job earlier this year and decided to take it as a clean break, try to go back to university and take it from there. The Old Guard came out the day I got the acceptance letter from my uni, which was great – but also meant I would definitely be starting all over again, and find myself in a long-distance relationship after years of living with my partner. I guess what I’m trying to say is, when I randomly saw the film on Netflix and pressed play, I was in a bit of a mental and emotional limbo from all the uncertainty suddenly going on in my life, and I latched onto the ideas of immortal love and the only true difference we can make is through acts of kindness like a baby koala to its mother. I wrote my first TOG fic a day later, and what a ride it’s been since.

I’ve read fics by and spoken to so many amazing people in the past couple of months, but I think they’ve all already been tagged (because I’ve been reading these posts like the morning paper) and so I will cop out of tagging on this one. (If you haven’t been tagged and want to do this, feel free to use me as your tagger though – I mean it when I say I love reading these posts!)

5 - a slow landslide AND what i wouldn’t gif

I can’t pick between the two so I’m including them both. This is probably surprising to anyone who’s read both because they could not be more different if they tried, but that’s exactly the problem – I like them equally, but for entirely different reasons. (I also wrote them really shortly after one another, and so it’s quite hard to disentangle them in my mind.) But because while I think I personally just want to read the same fic with the same topic from the same authors over and over, the fics I write sure are all over the place in tone, theme, setting and relationship tackled, and nothing has made me happier than seeing people read and enjoy both :)

4 - i am lost, in the robes of all this light

Writing Andromaquynh fic can be a bit demoralising if you also write Joe and Nicky – and I don’t mean this as a dig at all, it’s just that that part of the fandom is smaller and so there’s less people reading/commenting/leaving kudos – but I really like how soft this one got. My friend somewhat rightfully pointed out to me that it’s basically an atonement fic because I felt guilt for writing an absolute angstfest of a witchhunt retelling beforehand, but if you can’t guilt trip yourself into writing fix-it fics, who can you guilt trip?

3 - and you smiled, because you knew.

This is the first thing I wrote in this fandom, and it’s a silly idea (five times Joe proposed and one time he didn’t) executed with a degree of serious introspection I’m not sure the trope is made for. Looking back, the narrative voice is off, the tense I used for flashbacks questionable, and the imagery quite literally all over the place, but it also has some of the best lines I’ve ever written and it introduced me to @avaniesque, who has taught me so! much! about history and been a wonderful beta whenever I forayed into historical settings with the guard, so I can and will not complain about it. (She’d tell me to shorten that sentence, too.)

2 - we that are true lovers run into strange capers

Okay so. For my brain, writing this fic was a little like going to my favourite fast food restaurant every day for a month. It was a strangely addictive endeavour, occupying most of my waking thoughts and causing my Spotify Wrapped to look like a fever dream, but it was also the most fun I’ve had writing anything, ever. By all rights, it should have been a hot mess, (I guess it kind of is, but by the time I noticed it seamlessly transitioned from rom-com to corporate heist it was too late) but that’s the way of self-indulgent fic! I still read the comments on this fic when I have a bad day, because everything about it is my happy place.

1 - not sleepy enough to give it up

I was tempted to put this here just because it’s the last thing I’ve written, and the last thing I’ve written is always the momentary best thing I’ve written. But more than that, I think this is the first time I managed to actually write the fic I intended to write; a fic that, reading it, feels exactly the way I imagined it would in my head. I don’t usually reread my own work, but I’ve reread this one a couple of times for non-editing purposes, and I still love it.

#tag games #my fic

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duskholland · 4 years ago

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Alright, we’re starting in the SFW Harrison pieces. I can only send five anon pieces, so expect there to be four of these done along with this first piece. If I chose to just send them then I wouldn't have to do four then the last one, but I wanted to let you know what I was doing, though I may able to combine them. Also, sorry this has taken so long, but I’m getting there. It’s been a bit much since December for me, but your stories are the first I’m going to write about, so enjoy hon! Also, hope you’ve had a good day, and I hope you enjoy me blowing up your askbox! ❤️~♉️

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He doesn’t like sleeping in empty beds~

“Don’t like them. Too big, too cold, too… Just, they’re lonely, y’know?” He sighs. “Let me stay. Please?” If this quote isn’t the realest thing I’ve read. Sleeping alone sucks, but then again, I may hate sleeping with someone else, I don’t know 🤷‍♀️. Anyhow, I love how soft and sweet it is, and the way Y/n is just wondering if he’ll ever feel the same, but honestly, I think he does and that’s what makes my heart happy. This is so soft and adorable, and I love it ❤️~♉️

You’ve got a bit of sexual tension with your co-star Harrison~

I’m already expecting something soft yet spicy here 🥰. I don’t normally pull end quotes, but the end of this piece just like set me off in a crush way. I’ve fallen for this piece, and I don’t know if there’s a topper. It’s soft, spicy, and so so so sweet. “And when you pull back to meet his sparkling blue eyes, you know your connection runs deeper than the surface.” Such a perfect fic, so beautifully bloomed, I’m kind of dead right now 😂❤️~♉️

You’re a bit jealous of his co-star~

If Y/N isn’t totally, completely me in this piece, I’m so dead. I was getting angry, I felt those emotions, the jealousy, the worry, the uncertainty, and of course Harry is the friend that knows despite the two people that should know having no clue. Love that he’s such a good friend in this, but this quote is another end one, but I needed toooo! “I’m in love with you, Y/N. The only person I want to be with is you.” The way this quote sent me isn’t even funny. I can never have favourites with your pieces, I’m telling you! ❤️~♉️

He shows the engagement ring off to his mum~

The sweetness of Y/N setting up and arranging a birthday party for Harrison and that being the moment where Harrison just like loses it. Like he just felt it swarm him, leaving him falling so much deeper in love with her, and my heart was so so so full for this. This being what prompts him showing his mom the ring because even his mom can see that she’s the one for him, my heart is so full for it. He rummages through it and then procures a black velvet box. “I got it last week,” he admits, passing it to his mum. “Do you think she’ll like it?” That he’s at all nervous says so much because he’s worried that maybe she won’t say yes, maybe she won’t like it, but she’d say yes in a heartbeat, and she’d adore the ring. This was soft, fluffy perfection! ❤️~♉️

You love your best friend Harrison~

This quote was like perfect here, “Harrison, I… I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” Because god the heartbreaking feeling that shot a hole in my heart, it hurt ma’am. Then you went and did this. “Y/N,” Harrison murmurs. His fingers pick up your chin, and he gently forces you to look at him. His eyes are so blue beneath the night’s sky. “Why would you do that, when you could just be kissing me instead?” And oh my goddd, you sewed my heart together perfectly here, no hole left, no pain, just complete love. I love this because it could’ve gone so wrong, but you just showered fluff upon fluff upon soft, saccharine fluff on us. ❤️~♉️

That is all of your SFW blurb pieces, and I can’t pick a favorite because they were all so beautiful that I don’t know what I could possibly choose. I’ll do the NSFW today as well since it’s almost five in the evening here. So, your box will be well and truly blown up by me ❤️~♉️

Okay, I said I’d do the NSFW ones as well, but personally, I’m not very good at writing responses to those. I’m going to go ahead and do the OneShots though! Also, I love your NSFW pieces as much as the SFW pieces, and these ones were so so so 🥵🥵🥵🥵 ~♉️

If You Feel The Same | Harrison Osterfield~

So, I love this. The way it started made me feel like I was about to be shattered with angst though, so I was anticipating more than what we got. I love that Sam is so supportive and that their friendship is so well played out here, genuine teasing and just letting go with each other, that’s the best friendship. I absolutely loved the flashback which brought the angst I was waiting for, and damn did you deliver there Oof! “With careful hands, Harrison pries you away from his chest until he can meet your eyes, his blue irises twinkling sadly. “Is that what you really want?” Jesus that sentence, fuck if that didn’t just pull my heart with it, I can’t even! “He shakes his head, fluffy curls resting against your pillows. “Got everything I need right here.” This quote just put everything back together and made my heart soar. I love this piece so much; it's wild, stellar details, amazing emotional progression, and Jesus my heart went awe at 3:33 in the morning. ❤️~♉️

Say Goodnight | Harrison Osterfield~

I’m not going to lie, before I even read this, I’m nervous for angst because it’s exes to lovers and that is making my heart construct in my chest. Okay, here we gooo! Jesus fuck, already breaking my heart int he first two minutes of reading- “Harrison reluctantly pockets the chain, his eyes lingering on the solid curve of the H. “I could never forget about you, Y/N.” Fuuuuuuudge it hurts. “I don’t want to say goodnight yet,” Harrison says immediately, words falling into one another. “I don’t want to stop talking to you, Y/N. Can we please keep talking? Just for a bit.” He pauses, his voice breaking. “I miss you.” Okay ma’am, did you have to do this to me though?! I do was like one of you better call the other back dammit, and thank fuck it was Harrison.

“His mouth shifts up to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. Please, can we get back together?” His words are desperate, but they echo the things you’ve been feeling for months, and hearing them is such a relief that you simply have to kiss him again.” I’ve used so many quotes that I should’ve just done a reblog at this point, but holy hell I absolutely love this piece. Hands down it’s my favorite piece out of all of your Harrison works, blurbs and the OneShots.

Love this one so much, it was a beautiful emotionally rollercoastered set up, again I know that’s not a word but it’s all I can think of right now. Anyhow, I’m finally done with Harrison and will be moving to Harry, but I kind of need to go back to sleep cause it’s like 3:40 in the morning and I have to be up at six… ❤️~♉️

So, I decided to read Adore because it’s the only Tom piece I haven’t read... I’m not sure that was a good idea cause my mind is fucked and I have to do stuff for my wordpress blog now 😂 so anyways... Adore

Adore || Professor! Tom~

Ma’am… Ma’am… what the fuck… this has got to be the hottest piece I’ve read.. I had to take a fucking break, you just… holy fuck. I can’t even think properly, firstly the fucking tension that is so palpable I could feel it buzzing under my own skin! Then, Then, Then you went and had y/n try to get his attention and she did, holy hell. I can’t… you had the perfect balance between steamy and fluffy and my heart aches holy hell, riled me up. Okay, I’ve gotta stop with all that cause Jesus there’s so much I could say. “Then don’t.” Tom runs his hands all over you—your hair, your face, your neck. He holds you so close it threatens to consume you. “I can’t promise anything, and I don’t know what the future might be like for us, but…” He blushes, thin lips jerking into a smile. “I know that if you’re by my side, as my girlfriend, we can get through it.” My favorite Tom Piece, but Sucker Punch is still up there and Bloom still holds my heart completely. You’re amazing!! ❤️~♉️

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me reading these:

I WOULD DIE FOR YOU I WOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULD. every time you quote stuff back to me i go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AHHHH. thank you. it’s so surreal reading all these fragments from pieces i wrote up to six months ago, and to know that it’s still able to give someone joy is just ... unreal. thank you SO much. i have reread these all on multiple occasions fhkjdhfjkd. and ADORE!! goddddd thank you for what you said about it there too :’))) thank you for enjoying it, and sharing your thoughts.

#im gonna do the harry ones in another ask so i can separate them when i come back to reread these hehe <3 #AGAIN !! THANK YOU SO MUCH #I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE THIS NICE TO ME #AND TAKE SUCH MUCH TIME AND EFFORT DOING THIS FOR ME #I APPRECIATE IT SO SO SO SO MUCH YOU ARE A LEGEND !!!!!#♉️ anon #to keep #anonymous

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ohmightydevviepuu · 5 years ago

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our little life (rounded with a sleep) / chapter 5

our little life (rounded with a sleep) chapter five

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful detective. She had blonde hair, green eyes, no family, and she was good at finding people; in fact, she proclaimed this on her office door. “Swan and Humbert,” it said. “Private investigations, missing persons, and bail bonds.”

Only lately, she’s been thinking that maybe it should say “Emma Swan: Loner, Loser, Complicated wreck.”

Her partner’s been killed on a case after she made a deal with her landlord to find what had been taken from him. But when she tracks a possible perp to a bar on the outskirts of town, Emma will find out exactly how deep the rabbit hole goes.

thank you as ever to my support team of mythical beauties, without whom this fic would not exist in its present form: @thisonesatellite for her many, many rereads; @profdanglaisstuff for swooping in to save the day (no cape necessary); @katie-dub just for being there, and being awesome.

SPEAKING OF AWESOME there are not enough good things to be said about the team @captainswanbigbang, and the amazing crew in the CSRT discord for cheers and comeraderie and so many late nights of sprinting and bad decisions.

cw: canonical character death rating: T/M (implied violence, language) word count: ~4.5k AO3 chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

chapter summary: Hook spends the night in jail, and Emma spends the night dealing with her shit. (It’s not a particularly pleasant way to spend the time, but what the hell--Emma Swan is not a believer. She is, however, a thief.)

Emma had a parking space that was legal, had sightlines into the Mills Organization building, and was far enough back from the entrance that the bright yellow car would not be too memorable. There was even a nearby streetlight that gave enough light to see without destroying her night vision.

It was almost enough to make a person believe in magic.

No cars went by as she sat and waited; no late-night pedestrians passing by in activities either savory or unsavory.

But she sat, and waited, because Hook was right and this was her best chance of making progress. Because she believed him when he said he hadn’t stolen Gold’s “valuable object”, no matter how much it went against her better judgement.

She believed him, about that and--

Her fingers traced over the soft, pebbled leather of Henry’s book as she waited, turning open to a page at random: a cartoonish drawing of a wedding, the bride in white and the groom in plate armor complete with sword belt. It was True Love and Happily Ever After, all of it Mary Margaret down to the core.

Once Upon a Time.

Only the longer Emma stared at the illustration, the more the image began to seem like a photograph, like she could almost see their faces and the stained glass and the way the princess’s skirt fluttered not from fabric but from feathers dancing in the air.

The lights in the window flickered, pulling Emma’s focus fully back toward the building and there was a tall woman--blonde--she was dressed out of time in a voluminous brown skirt embroidered all over in roses and it looked like the curtain-clothing from The Sound of Music. She walked through the front door and vanished in a single flash of hard white light; a scream carried through the air and Emma was out of her car before the echo had faded.

That was when she saw the man in the animal coat, the one with the skin that seemed to glitter. In his hand was something small and white and he carried it as though it were both delicate and valuable.

“Hey!” Emma called out.

His expression, was she could see of it, registered surprise. The object vanished as he held his hands at right angles to each other and he giggled.

“Who are you?” Emma called, trying to walk forward and finding herself unable to do so.

“Not yet, dearie,” he said. “Not yet.”

He vanished; Emma felt a hand brush against her shoulder and jumped.

It wasn’t a hand--it was a silver hook where the prosthetic left hand of James Hook’s had been.

“Tick-tock, Swan,” he said.

The fingers of his right hand rubbed against her wrist and when Emma woke it was with her own hand wrapped around her tattoo and her head leaning against the steering wheel.

The thing about stakeouts was that you needed actually to stay awake in order to execute one, so Emma gave up the game and turned the Bug back home when she saw the lights in Regina’s office were out. She parked the car in the first open spot within spitting distance of the of and found herself running inside, nearly banging the door into the wall when she came through. She called out an apology to Mary Margaret before remembering that it was well after midnight and only sort-of noticed that her roommate wasn’t even home as she started pulling drawers and cabinets open, looking for the one box that she never unpacked, never once in the seven different addresses. For most of her life, its contents had been in her backpack, squished up and neglected but never left behind, leaving just enough room for a toothbrush and a change of clothes and a few pairs of socks, maybe a hat if she was living someplace cold.

The blanket was soft, the knitted wool somehow still fluffy under her fingers in spite of its ignominious storage conditions. Emma pulled it out slowly, running her fingers across the smooth purple ribbon woven through, feeling the simple running stitch across the upper corner that spelled out her name. She sat cross-legged on the floor and draped the blanket over her legs and told herself it was just for a minute.

Emma’s life was full of nightmares. Sometimes, on her worst days, her entire existence actually felt like one; a waking hell from which there was no escape except for her own determination to keep going and to keep running.

But none of those nightmares had ever felt like this, like something true and just on the edge of her consciousness, like a memory.

Milah. The crocodile.

Emma could still see his face as he died in her dream, and she wasn’t sure if she meant Graham’s or Hook’s or both, so she sat on the floor with her blanket.

Enjoy the quiet moment.

The blanket didn’t offer much in terms of real warmth when she sat on the floor, but Emma didn’t notice. She rubbed her hand across her wrist as though she could feel the motif inked there--remembered a time and a girl and a friend, her only friend, scribbling on that wrist and saying now we can both be special. Neal and how he had made her feel special; prison and the tattoo to remind herself that she was special without anyone’s help; the buttercup because once upon a time there had been a girl in a storybook that no one thought was special and she became a princess, the True Love to end all True Loves.

Henry’s book had fallen open and Emma slammed it shut almost exactly at the moment when the door banged open again, a slightly disheveled and fully distracted Mary Margaret walking in and nearly tripping over her.

“Oh!” Mary Margaret futtered around her, reaching a hand down toward the floor, apparently changing her mind, and then covering her mouth with it. “Emma! I didn’t expect you.” She paused. “On the floor, I mean.” Her hands were rubbing against each other anxiously as she played with the peridot ring on her middle finger.

“Mary Margaret,” Emma said, rubbing unshed tears from her eyes before her friend had enough focus to notice them. She really did not want a post-coital Mary Margaret going all mother-hen after the night she’d had. “Sorry. Got caught up in...a case.”

“Hmmm?” Mary Margaret said, still distracted. “Oh, that’s good.”

Emma looked at her friend, really looked at her: the woman was a wreck. Tear streaks on her face, the kind that came from ugly crying--and Sheriff Nolan had been the one to pull Hook into custody. So--

“Where have you been?”

“Out,” Mary Margaret said, dully. “Walking. By the water?”

“Is that a question?” Emma said.

“What?” And there was that famous Mary Margaret focus, looking at her as if she had just noticed the two of them were standing in their dining area in the middle of the night. “Emma, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” Emma said.

“‘Nothing’ with you always means something,” Mary Margaret sighed, “because if it were nothing, you wouldn’t be sitting on our floor in the middle of the night.”

“We were talking about you,” Emma said, a little desperate.

“Yeah,” Mary Margaret said. “But talking about you is easier right now. Remember how you told me to stay away from David and I didn’t?”

“Yeah,” Emma said, pushing herself upright and going for the Scotch. Mary Margaret didn’t drink that often, but they kept a bottle of it in the same cupboard where Emma had hidden her blanket. Mary Margaret bent over and picked the book up off the floor.

“Where did you find this?” she asked. “Did Henry Mills give this to you?”

“What?” Emma said, startled. “Why?” She poured herself a shot and then another one for her friend, handing it over.

“I lent it to him,” Mary Margaret said wistfully. “It used to be my favorite book, you know.”

Emma took her drink and poured another. “Fairy tales?” Emma laughed, and it was harsh--slightly hysterical, even. “Seems about right for you.” She finished the second shot and put the glass down.

“No,” Mary Margaret said, running her fingers across the gilded lettering. “It was more than that. It was hope. Like--believing in even the possibility of a happy ending.”

“Hope,” Emma repeated dubiously.

“And belief,” Mary Margaret said. “It’s a very powerful thing, you know.”

“Whatever,” Emma said, summoning a smile for her friend. She walked toward the ladder to her loft before turning back in an attempt to offer Mary Margaret some kind of reassurance, but Mary Margaret was no longer there. Or maybe she was, only her hair--long now instead of the short pixie cut she typically favored--her hair piled on her head, her waist confined in a dress with a white silk corseted bodice.

The skirt had feathers.

“Mary Margaret?” Emma said.

“Yes?” The woman in white answered her.

“Good night,” Emma said.

Sleep was a challenge and beginning daylight was making the sky go grey; Emma was already dressed and out the door by the time five o’clock came and went. She had gone to bed full of whiskey and frustration and fear, chasing a vision of a woman in white through the pages of the storybook she’d gone downstairs for as soon as she’d heard her roommate’s sobbing go quiet and still.

She hadn’t slept.

The fairy tales were--unexpected. To begin with, they were not in any sort of chronological order, meandering through a series of origin stories and follow-ups seemingly based on whatever interested the author most at that particular moment; an increasingly hard-to-follow series of circumlocutions as if they had been paid by the plot twist to churn out the craziest content they could think of. Snow White was a bandit; Prince Charming a shepherd; Red Riding Hood was the Big Bad Wolf and True Love’s Kiss could conquer anything.

Including The Dark Curse, product of the darkest magic and the most malign intent, unleashed upon the world by an Evil Queen manipulated by a man known as the Dark One, and then Snow White and Prince Charming had wrapped their newborn daughter in a hand-knitted blanket trimmed with purple ribbon and hoped that someday, she would find them.

All of it, he’d said, is because of Regina Mills and Robert Gold.

That was when Emma left a note for her friend, promising breakfast, and went back to The Rabbit Hole.

The rear entrance was locked but the office wasn’t, and anyway Emma had come prepared for both, the tension wrench going straight in and exactly the right amount of pressure on the pins popping the back door open in a matter of seconds. The room was exactly as they had left it, even down to Emma’s unfinished tumbler of rum sitting on the far side of Hook’s desk. This time, though, Emma sat on his side, in his chair, bending to examine the drawers.

In the third drawer down she found the locked box. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the lock on this offered more of a challenge than the back door had done, but it was still open in less than a minute, its contents spread across the desk for Emma’s examination. Emma’s hands fidgeted with the smallest treasure pulled from the trove--a ring on a chain--as she contemplated the curved, silver metal that would not have looked out of place in the collection on the wall in the main bar. The hook was nestled in with a scrap of worn leather embossed with a sigil, a foreign crest stamped atop the name ‘JONES’; what stopped Emma in her tracks was the pen-and-ink drawing of a woman and another of a boy, both with creases so sharply worn from folding and unfolding that she was almost surprised the paper--the parchment--didn’t fall apart in her hands.

The boy could almost have been a twin for Henry Mills.

But Henry didn’t have a twin--that much, at least, Emma knew for sure. She’d only given birth the once.

The ring went around her neck before Emma could ask herself why.

The parchment went into her pocket.

Everything else went back into the lockbox and then back into the drawer.

Everything you think you believe is wrong, he’d said.

But Emma Swan was not a believer.

Granny’s at seven in the morning was another challenge. Not just because the neighborhood’s best coffee shop and diner would naturally be bustling during the morning rush but because Emma’s head was still pounding from the Scotch. Almost before she sat down, Granny had sent Ruby over with a cup of steaming hot chocolate, whipped cream on top and a cinnamon stick instead of a spoon to stir it. Ruby pulled a face at being dragged back into her old waitressing gig, then gave Emma a wink and sat down, brandishing a bear claw.

Emma closed her eyes and tried to remember why Ruby had quit working at her grandmother’s diner instead of imagining a werewolf serving a breakfast pastry. Something about a row between Granny and Ruby that ended up with Ruby at the bus stop, threatening to leave town, and Emma finding her and mentioning that she and Graham could use the extra help.

“You look like shit,” Ruby commented, taking a bite of an apple that matched her lipstick.

“Are you sure Granny didn’t just fire your ass?” Emma retorted. “Because that is now how you speak to paying customers.”

Ruby laughed. “I’m a people person,” she said. “One that you pay to speak to your customers.”

“Good point,” Emma said, offering a small smile. “How long did you work here, anyway?”

“As long as I can remember,” Ruby said, rolling her eyes. “Too long, that’s for sure.”

As long as I can remember.

“I’m sorry my heart attack interfered with your plans to sleep your way down the eastern seaboard,” Granny said, coming up behind them. “Eat your bear claw or I won’t save you one next time.” That last was directed at Emma, who hastened to comply.

Ruby laughed. “What’s up with you this morning, Em? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bear claw last long enough for you to put it on a plate before.”

Emma shrugged. “It was a long night,” she said, because that was easier than saying she’d stayed up too late reading fairy tales and drinking, or explaining that she’d already committed a felony and been to the office before seven. She’d sat at Graham’s desk, with his things--added another reminder to her collection when she’d pulled the laces from his work boots and tied them around her wrist to cover her tattoo. Hook’s ring bumped up against the swan pendant around her neck that might as well have been an albatross for how much it had weighed her down in the years since Neal had stolen it for her and then bequeathed it to her, a parting gift she’d received in prison as she served the sentence he’d set her up to take.

It came in the mail the same day she’d taken the pregnancy test.

Emma Swan did not get emotional about men and she carried the reasons--the reminders--why everywhere she went.

It’s always nice to leave an impression.

The ring was leaving an impression in her skin from where she’d wrapped her hand around it, Emma realized as she tried to focus on what Ruby was saying to her, and then the bell over the entrance rang and Mary Margaret came in, looking nervously around her before sliding into their booth. Emma ordered her a tea by gesturing for Ruby to go get it, which got her another fake snarl before Mary Margaret said, in a voice barely above a whisper: “I broke up with David.”

“Ah,” Emma said. She leaned in closer, wanting to offer comfort but not totally sure how to do it. She reached her hand out to her roommate’s in an unfamiliar gesture, then let it fall to the table when her eye caught the peridot ring Mary Margaret wore on her third finger.

"I’m not the jewelry type," said Snow White. "I can tell," said the prince."

“Kathryn,” Mary Margaret said, “his wife, I mean, she got into law school.” She paused. “In Boston.”

And it was then, when he saw his mother’s ring on her finger, that he knew in his heart there was no other woman he would ever love.

Emma pulled at the ring on the chain around her neck.

Consider it a reminder.

“So David is moving with her?”

Ruby laughed. “David, outside of Storybrooke? I’m not sure if he would survive.”

“No,” Mary Margaret said, on the verge of tears. “We talked about it--we agreed--to take the opportunity to start over from a real place. He was going to tell her the truth. We were going to be honest.”

Emma did not fail to notice the repeated use of the past tense.

“He didn’t tell her,” Emma said, not needing to ask. “But she found out, didn’t she?”

“While you were out last night on your case I was with David,” Mary Margaret said. “And then his wife called looking for him. She thought he was on duty at the station but he didn’t answer there so she--” Mary Margaret was wiping away tears. “He was supposed to tell her. He told me that he did.”

“That would have been the honorable thing to do,” Emma muttered.

“And I realized,” Mary Margaret said, “that what we have, it isn’t love. It’s something else, something destructive. We shouldn’t be together. It’s like we’re cursed.”

"Show me you feel the same, and we can be together forever." “They had their happy endings stolen from them,” Hook had said.

Ruby came back with the tea and sat down, looking between Emma and Mary Margaret before enveloping Mary Margaret in a hug.

“I always thought,” Mary Margaret said, “that if two people were meant to be together, they find a way. They--find each other, no matter what. I really believed that.”

“If you need anything--” “You’ll find me?” Snow said, looking at him thoughtfully. "Always,” Charming confirmed. “I almost believe that.”

Emma shook her head, trying to wake herself up, trying not to picture the story she’d read the night before, trying not to see the woman in white and a red-cloaked werewolf where her friends were sitting. She took a sip of her cocoa and looked at the clock: 7:15.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” Ruby was saying, an arm still wrapped around Mary Margaret’s shoulder as the bell over the door rang again and Sheriff David Nolan walked in.

“You made a mistake with David,” Emma said. “It happens. Hang in there. If there’s anything I can do to help, I will.”

“Thank you,” Mary Margaret said softly, wiping under her eyes, though her mascara was already a lost cause.

So much for True Love.

But Emma still had a job to do, even if she wasn’t completely sure what it was any more. She finished her cocoa and got up, a quick “see you at the office” to Ruby and a hand on the shoulder, which seemed like the right thing to do, for Mary Margaret. She walked toward David and resisted the urge to hit him when she got in front of him and asked, “What happened with Hook last night?”

David’s head moved but he wasn’t looking at her. He was almost looking through her as he said, “I’m looking,” which didn’t seem like an answer to her question.

“What the fuck, Nolan? You really want to dick around right now?” Emma gestured impatiently at the sobbing woman behind both of them.

“I’m looking,” he repeated, and it still wasn’t an answer.

“Whatever,” Emma muttered, moving toward the way out. David Nolan looked like a man possessed.

Or cursed.

Fuck literally all of that, Emma thought as the door closed behind her, nearly walking into someone on the sidewalk. She sidestepped him at the last minute, turning behind her just to double-check, and he was staring at her. The man was tall, with messy hair and wide eyes, something frantic in his gaze. He wore a cravat and a top coat as if that was a thing people did, and turned away when she met his eyes, walking quickly in the other direction.

Emma buried her hands in her pockets, twisting her fingers in the fabric of the pocket bags, and walked to the sheriff’s station.

She should have been expecting to find him already gone, if Nolan was out and about getting coffee, but finding the cell empty was still something of a shock. Judging by the charge sheet David had left on his desk--without locking the door, making it easy to snoop--Hook had been bailed out by a woman named Cora Hart. David had left no other notes or thoughts, at least none that Emma could see, so she walked back to the door and came face-to-face with Regina Mills, who was walking in and looking, as usual, angry.

“Seriously?”

“I should be the one asking you that,” Regina said, apparently exasperated in addition to angry. “What game are you playing at, Miss Swan?”

“I could say the same to you,” Emma retorted. “It was you, wasn’t it, who phoned the Sheriff last night?”

Regina did not condescend to answer. “The way the two of you were making eyes at each other,” Regina said with a sneer, “constituted a crime.”

“We do not,” Emma objected, “‘make eyes’.” Emma realized her mistake only when Regina snorted--it felt like an admission, of sorts, and definitely one that Regina could not be trusted with.

“I’ve come to see to him, at any rate,” Regina said expectantly. “What have you done with him?”

Emma gestured at the empty cell with a flourish, suppressing the urge to make a mocking little bow. “He’s gone,” she said. “Bailed out this morning by Cora Hart.”

There was a beat of silence and then Regina’s face went completely white, as if all of the blood had drained from her face at once--except for her lips, which remained so red they looked bloodstained.

“Who is she, Regina?”

“It’s not possible,” Regina whispered.

“You seem to be saying that a lot lately,” Emma said. “It never seems to be true.”

Regina’s perfectly painted lips formed a moue. “She’s my mother,” Regina admitted.

“I thought your mother was dead,” Emma said.

“So did I,” Regina said.

Watching Henry Mills on the playground was like staring into the past.

A group of kids crowded around the swingset; another took turns using a slide; and Henry sat, resplendent in his solitude, in the tower of a play structure.

“He calls it his castle,” Mary Margaret explained when Emma had shown up at the school looking for Henry. “That’s where he spends most of his time.”

Emma had always been, at best, at the fringes of childhood socializing. More often, she found herself alone and apart, considered temporary--too aloof, too prickly, too much effort to be worth it.

“You left this in my office,” Emma said, coming up behind him and settling herself next to him. The book she left on the ground in between them.

“Oh,” Henry says, looking sheepish. “Yeah, thanks...Emma.”

“You know who I am, don’t you?” Emma said.

His expression brightened. “You read it?” he asked, excited. “You know?”

“Did I read what?” she said. “Do I know what?”

“The story about you,” Henry tapped the book. “That you’re the Savior.”

“Oh, kid,” Emma said. “You’ve got problems.” Then: “What is it, anyway?”

Henry considered her. “I’m not sure you’re ready, Emma,” he said seriously.

“I’m not ready for fairy tales?”

“They’re not fairy tales,” he said with complete sincerity. “They’re true. Every story in this book actually happened.”

Every story you’ve read, Hook had said, some version of it has actually happened.

“I’ve kind of had enough of the book crap,” Emma said, then winced. “Sorry, I guess I should watch my language or something. But, yeah, I read some of the stories in your book.”

Henry was quiet for a minute, waiting.

“What I meant,” Emma said, “was that I’m your--your birth mother.”

That was the first time she said it out loud.

“I know,” Henry said.

She had never even let herself hold him.

“It’s okay, Emma,” Henry said, his eyes as wide as saucers and his voice gentle and older than his years. “I know why you gave me away. You wanted to give me my best chance.”

“How do you know that?” Emma asked.

“Because,” he said, “it’s the same reason Snow White gave you away.”

Your parents’ entire kingdom was cursed. They sent you here to break it.

“What matters is that you’re here now,” Henry said happily. “You’re going to bring back the happy endings. It says so in the book.”

A place where all of their happy endings had been stolen.

“Did Hook tell you that?”

“Hook?” Henry repeated. “Like, Captain Hook?”

“No,” Emma said, shaking her head. “No, like Hook from The Rabbit Hole.”

Henry was nodding. “Yeah, Liam’s brother. Hook. Captain Hook, Emma. He’s in the book, too.”

“Listen to me: I’m not in any book, I’m a real person. I’m no savior,” she said. “But you’re right about one thing--I wanted you to have your best chance, and it wasn’t with me.”

“But it could be,” Henry said quietly. “You don’t know what it’s like here. With her. It’s not--it really sucks, Emma.”

Emma was surprised to hear that kind of language from a ten-year-old and she wanted to grab him, to soothe him. She didn’t know if she was allowed to, though, so she rubbed her hand against his shoulder and quickly pulled it away.

“You could be,” Hook had said.

She couldn’t do this.

She was not parent material.

How could she be a parent when she never was one? When she never had one?

“Believe me, kid,” Emma said, “I know what ‘sucking’ is. I was left on the side of a freeway--my parents didn’t even bother to drive me to a hospital. But I’m sure, in her way, your mom is trying her best.”

“Emma,” Henry said, “you’ve met her. You’ve seen her. Do you really believe that?”

She didn’t--she really didn’t. But she couldn’t say that to a ten-year-old kid who wasn’t legally hers.

“I want to, kid,” Emma said.

“You know she’s the Evil Queen,” Henry said. “She’s the one who made it so your parents had to send you away--they didn’t leave you on the side of the freeway. That’s just where you came through.”

“What?”

“When you went through the wardrobe,” Henry said, “your parents were just trying to save you from the curse--so you could find them, and break it.”

“You found me,” Snow said. “Did you ever doubt that I would?”

“Sure they were, kid,” Emma said. “So, you spend a lot of time with Hook?”

“Liam’s my friend,” he said, shrugging. “His brother is always really nice to me.”

“And you told him about your storybook? That’s why you think he’s Captain Hook?”

Henry looked shocked. “Of course not, Emma,” he said. “They don’t know they’re cursed. That’s the whole point.”

But Hook--he knew.

“And you think I’m here to break this curse? That’s why you stole Mary Margaret’s credit card to find me? Why you left the book in my office?”

“Yeah,” he said with certainty. “Because you’re the product of True Love. That’s what makes you the Savior.”

“True Love,” he’d said. “That’s the most powerful magic of all, or so they say.” He’d said that, as if magic were real and it was just that simple, and then he’d looked at her with the kind of look you get in your eyes when you’ve been left alone. The kind of look a man might have after growing up under an indenture and losing the brother who had protected him--the kind of look he might have after watching the woman he loved die while he was helpless to stop it--the kind of look that might drive a man to chase his vengeance through worlds and time and finally give himself over to a curse in the hope of finally finding his revenge.

“You really believe,” Emma said, “that everyone in this world is a fairy tale character?”

Everything you think you believe is wrong.

But Emma Swan was not a believer.

“No,” Henry said.

Emma smiled, relieved.

“Just the ones in this part of town, in Storybrooke,” he said. “Time’s been frozen, only, I think it started moving again when you got here.”

“And no one noticed that time just, like, didn’t move?”

“They don’t know,” Henry insisted. “It’s a haze to them, ask anyone anything about their pasts.”

“As long as I can remember,” Ruby said. "As long as I can remember,” Hook said. He’s older than he looks.

“So let me get this straight,” Emma said. “For decades, people have been wandering around, not aging, with screwed-up memories, stuck in a curse?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Henry said. “I knew you’d get it--that’s why we need you. You’re the only one who can stop my mom.”

“Because I’m the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming,” Emma said.

“Yes,” Henry said. “But my mom doesn’t know that--we have the advantage.”

“The child got away,” Hook had said.

“Riiiight,” Emma said, drawing out the word. “And who--who do you think Snow White is, exactly?”

“Miss Blanchard,” Henry said. “Definitely. And I’m pretty sure that Sheriff Nolan is Prince Charming.”

“It’s like we’re cursed,” Mary Margaret had said.

“Oh, kid,” Emma said again.

“I have a name, you know,” he said. “It’s Henry.”

“Yeah,” Emma whispered.

Henry put his hand on her arm. “I know you like me, Emma. And I know the hero never believes at first. If they did, it wouldn’t be a very good story.” He held the book out to her, barely balancing it in both hands.

Emma took the book.

She was not a believer.

@kmomof4 @shireness-says @spartanguard @optomisticgirl @katie-dub @eirabach @stahlop @snowbellewells @captainsjedi @carpedzem @scientificapricot @searchingwardrobes @mariakov81

#csrt #our little life (rounded with a sleep)#captain swan rewrite a thon #cs fic #canon divergence #S1 divergence #cursed!killian #an alternate theory of the curse

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greenninjagal-blog · 5 years ago

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currently vibing in a two-week lockdown, can you share some of your favorite fics? i need some new things to read, and I've got too much time on my hands-

Aw man, same! The rest of my actual Spring Semester got turned online… Let’s see…..Fic recs for the pseudo End of the World (Courtesy of AO3, arranged by most prominent ship!) Keep in mind that my descriptions are shorter and written mostly for comedic effect than the actual fics, so if something looks interesting Click it! Get more info about it! Don’t just take my word! I tried my best to get a lot of variety of fics and topics and tropes, as well as authors that might not be as well known! Uhhh here are the links to lists I’ve already made for various other reasons check out my Fic Rec Masterlist!

I also am including various of my fav authors masterlists for funsies!

jungle321jungle’s || Max-isTired’s || TrashficParlour’s || Lefaystrent’s || Mine!

Completed Fics

A Deal in which Virgil tries to summon a familiar and gets a Circle King instead. And he’s really pretty. (Anxceit)

Love Like You in which Virgil decides to give up looking for a romantic partner and considers adopting instead. He finds more than he’s looking for with a set of twins and the man who watches over them (Anxceit)

A Dragon’s Tail in which Logan is cursed to be a Dragon by his best friends stepmother, Virgil is struggling to learn a power he can’t control, Patton who’d rather marry a servant than the Prince, and Roman has no clue what is going on but the Prince he’s supposed to be saving can probably kick his ass. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

A Game of Vice in which Remus kidnaps Roman and turns it into a game of who can come save him from his lonely tower. (Logicality, Prinxeity)

double down with the paradigms in which Logan tries to explain away his own OCD while dealing with the emotions he has for a certain Pre-Vet. Excellent depiction of OCD, made me cry, 300/10 would read again. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

It Takes Two to Tango in which Roman begs his brother, Logan, to let him go back in time to meet a famous dancer. Falling in Love was not part of the plan. (Prinxiety, Logicality)

A favorite star in the heavens in which everyone has at least one soulmate. They’re luckily enough to have three each. (LAMP)

Forgotten Forests and Magnified Myths in which Logan finds out very suddenly that he has the passive ability to talk to dragons. (DAMP, Remilie)

Sense5 in which five people in different countries are suddenly psychically linked together and uh…yeah fun times. (DLAMP)

Stray Hearts Are Subject To Change in which black cat hybrid Virgil plans to die very heroically in an alley and Roman completely messes up that plan by being a decent human being. (Prinxiety, Logicality)

Hidden In Shadows in which Virgil is the boogieman every adult warned you about but he doesn’t actually enjoy being scary. Good thing the three Sanders kids aren’t scared of anything. (Not so good for their very confused Dad who isn’t sure what to do about their new imaginary friend)

Paved with Good Intentions in which the dark sides agree to send Virgil to the light sides as a way to get Thomas to listen to them more. Now if Virgil can just get along with the Light sides enough to actually start making some progress…

Absent Gods and Silent Tyranny or: How Logan Learned to Stop Over Thinking and Love Everyone in which Logan is a morally grey scientist who just works for supervillains because they pay well. He doesn’t expect someone like Virgil to change that.

Series

Clouds and Moss AU in which the sides are gods and its very gay and very good. (Intrulogical, Roceit)

Colors in which Logan is an excellent Dad, Virgil is an amazing son, and the world is very colorful. (Logicality)

Labeled in which Logan is a famous superhero, Patton is a doctor, and they adopt the would-be super villain and everything is soft and lovely and I cry at the purity. (Logicality, Remilie)

Fbi!au in which the sides work for the fbi and I diligently reread these series of oneshots for a daily dose of serotonin! (Logince, Moxiety)

Growing Old is More Fun with You in which Patton is a PTA dad and so is Deceit and they have a “rivalry”. (Mociet)

Gilded Cage in which Roman is forced to dance for the fairy queen whenever she wants it. (Prinxiety)

Renegades! in which the sides live in a dystopia and fight the government while being completely in love with each other. (Prinxiety, Logiciality)

Love and Other Fairytales in which a couple decides to keep their changling and their actual son, a child is cursed gifted a voice that makes people do whatever he says, a boy makes a rotten deal for the sake of his friend, and centuries before any of this, a fae prince is tricked into an endless sleep by his brother.

The Vampire Hunting Vampire in which Virgil was turned into a monster and LPR slowly convince him he’s not as bad as he thinks he is. Through cuddles. (LAMP, DLAMP)

Wasteland, Baby! in which there are things in the woods and Patton gets,,, intimate with them. On purpose! (LAMP)

Destined in which Damian has successfully ignored his Soulmates for five years and he planned on doing it for much longer but on his twentieth birthday fate intervenes with a second soultrait that forces him to come face to face with all of them. (DLAMP)

Old Gods in which Gods sometimes walk the earth and Remus is pleased to hear that people are still making offerings to him– wait that is not a goat. And other fun stories!

Sit back and watch the world go by in which Virgil is a human abducted by alien smugglers, befriends Patton, breaks out, and everyone fears humans as space orcs, almost as much as Virgil is afraid of them.

Teaming the Pieces Together in which Thomas is a pokemon trainer and eevees just…click with him.

Tales from the Dark Sides in which the author provides a lovely hub of works where Virgil is abused by OC dark sides and DLMPR are there to help patch him up.

Uncle Emile and the Super Nephews in which Emile gets custody of his six nephews and tries to bond with them. They in turn try very hard not to tell him they have superpowers.

Cuffed Universe in which Remus is a cop chasing after a hacker, Logan breaks the laws and Virgil would just like tO KEEP ONE JOB WITHOUT ONE OR BOTH OF THE OTHERS DRAGGING HIM INTO THEIR SHIT. (Analomus)

Ongoing Fics

The Origin in which space travel via Thomas Sanders’s ship SS Revelation gets more complicated when the Planets themselves turn out to be entities who aren’t all on board with humanity spreading to the rest of the solar system. (Remile)

Delicato in which Logan and Patton are music professors with very different conceptions of music, and Virgil and Roman are students in both their classes who just want them to kiss already. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

Coming out of The Shadows in which a small mutant child Virgil is treated as subhuman because of his uncontrolled ability to manipulate shadows up until a scientist buys him. (Royality)

Falling Stars At My Command in which Roman wishes on a star and Patton reaps the benefits while Logan unfortunately gets dragged along for the ride. (Royality)

Sugar in which Patton has three sons and no free time to bother with a relationship while he’s trying to manage bills. At least until Roman walks into his life. Sugar Daddy anyone? (Royality)

A Man, a Snake, and a Rat in which Logan, Deceit, and Remus become college roomates (Intruloceit)

a.s.h.es, ashes (We all fall down) in which after Logan almost dies during one of his recuse missions, him and his partner start to dig into the superhero agency they’re employed by and stumble into something far bigger than they expected. (Logicality, Prinxiety, LAMP? LAMP)

Keep him safe in which Detective Logan falls for the owner of his new favorite bakery while his partner Roman falls for the gang member they’re chasing. Ft: emotions, a pet rat, dealing with delusions 101, trauma, and family so gooey it literally makes me melt whenever it updates. I love this fic so much. (Advertises as Logicality and Prinxiety but theres so much LAMP I can’t not put it down here)

Multitudes in which Virgil works at a coffeeshop, pines over the customers that come in, and wonders why they all tip him so well. (LAMP)

Songbird in which the only thing keeping Virgil’s parents alive is his voice: the moment the (new) King gets tired of listening to him its off with all their heads. And Virgil’s okay with that, he is…. Until three visiting nobles leaving him wishing for his freedom for the first time since he was ten. (LAMP)

Shatter in which Logan gets fed up with not being listened to, and takes some poor advice from Rage, which ends with the entire Mindscape being turned upside down and inside out. Now its up to Deceit fix it all. (aka the author decided it was about high time Deceit got some love and appreciation and I’m out here living for it.) (DAMP)

Incredible Cosmic Power in which Virgil awakens some genies by accident and they refuse to let him go back to living a relatively normal peaceful life. (DLAMP)

Plea for my New Self in which Vampire Virgil decides he wants to start over again, and goes back to college to work on coding. There he proceeds to do reckless good with his absurd amount of wealth and a “fuck it” attitude. Actually one of my favorite things ever okay. I love this one so much. (DLAMP)

Your Wish Is My Command in which Thomas accidentally rubs six lamps and becomes the glorified babysitter to six jinn who definitely don’t trust him. But its fineeee. (DLAMP)

6 Dads in which Deceit, Emile, Remus, Roman, Thomas, and Remy make a relationship work and their children aren’t sure how but go along with it anyway.

Rebel Rebel in which Thomas, a well respected man, visits the Imagination, for some pleasure business as a one time thing. Except that he keeps coming back. Maybe maybe falls in love with one, two, thr– all of the men who work there.

A New Kind of Experiment in which Virgil runs away from home, and ends up kidnapped by merman, and somehow he doesn’t mind that much.

Becoming His Own Hero in which everyone has to juggle their superhero lives with their regular lives and sometimes…its just hard.

don’t wanna be a tragedy in which brothers Roman and Remus get a house and subsequently find out its totally, completely, 100% haunted.

Don’t You, Forget About Me in which the author recreates Breakfast club and does it spectacularly.

Heart’s Heroes in which Patton may be a villain but that does not mean he wants to see the child heroes of the city dead.

Mortals and Fae in which Deceit barely escapes the wrath of his town when they all turn against him. Dying, he stumbles into a fairy circle hoping that with his name the fae make his death short and sweet. Big Shock for him when he wakes up with a Fairy Prince swearing to protect him.

Sanders Family in which Thomas adopts six kids and has no regrets about it.

How Not to Go About an Important Inspection in which after a devastating betrayal the crew of the USS Bifrost is docked for repairs and the crew just wants to go back to being a normal family but Command is insisting on an inspection to ensure nothing so…drastic occurs again.

Symbiotic in which certain Vampires have a vemon that leaves with victims craving getting their blood drunken. Deceit, one of these Victims, continues to burn bridges because that’s easier than admitting he might need help dealing with this.

#greengabs #fic recs #Lockdown 2020 list #god this took me like eight hours to put together #I hope this helps

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ladyreapermc · 5 years ago

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Fic: This isn’t a rom-com (Keanu x OFC) 3/?

Author’s notes: once again, thank you for the feedback on previous chapters. Onto chapter 3.

Wordcount: 2845

Warnings: fluff and oblivious idiots.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Lilah bit her thumb as she stared at her phone until Keanu’s name and message on the screen became blurry. She should be reviewing her paper so she could send it to her advisor. Instead, here she was, ignoring her laptop in favor of rereading his text for the tenth time:

I’m glad you like it and I want to know what you thought of it. Coffee today? I’ll be done at five. K.

Lilah didn’t know why she was getting so caught up on it. What else she expected after letting him know she finished reading his book? After all, Keanu had said he would like to get some coffee and talk about it when she was done with it.

And Lilah wanted to do it; she wanted to talk books with him. She wanted to talk about anything with him because he was so nice and cool and funny. But also, he was freaking Keanu Reeves. She was brought back from her musings by a hand snatching her cellphone away before Jean plopped on the chair in front of her.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for the last five minutes,” she said, glancing at the screen, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Ha! I knew he wanted in your pants!”

“One: don’t be crass,” Lilah complained, taking her phone back. “Two: it’s not like that. It’s just coffee.”

Lilah could see that Jean was about to argue, as usual. So, she just sent the other woman a warning look, because this wasn’t up to debate. If Lilah accepted his invitation, she couldn’t think of it as a date.

For one, she was in her final year of grad school. There was a lot at stake and Lilah couldn’t afford distractions. Not even one as amazing as Keanu Reeves. And besides, it would be crazy to think he was even interested. Not that Lilah thought she wasn’t hopeless or anything like that. She did pretty well dating-wise.

She was just being realistic. Keanu probably had people throwing themselves at him all the time and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be one of those people. Despite her stupid no-filter mouth best attempts of making it look otherwise.

“Ok, but you’re gonna go, right? For “just coffee”?” Jean asked, eyebrows raised and Lilah could actually hear the air quotes over the words just coffee.

“Yeah,” Lilah agreed, unlocking her phone screen and typing a quick reply. Her heart did a small acrobatic flip in her chest as she hit send. “There. Done.”

Jean’s face opened into a satisfied, victorious smirk and Lilah couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” Lilah asked, setting her phone aside and closing her laptop lid. Because who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to get any work done before heading to class. Might as well stop pretending.

“Can’t I just drop by and say hi to my favorite person?” Jean’s smile was wide and bright and so innocent. Lilah didn’t buy it for a second.

“Alright, spill. What do you want?” Lilah asked with an eye-roll.

“Ok,” Jean started with a sigh. “Novelsy isn’t doing all that well financially and if I don’t find a way to attract more customers, I’m gonna have to close doors by the end of the year.”

“Shit!”

Worry settled on the pit of her stomach like lead, because Lilah loved Novelsy. The bookstore was initially owned by Jean’s aunt, but once the older woman passed away, Jean took over, much to her parents’ horror, since they expected her to handle the multimillion family business.

Lilah knew Novelsy started as a way of Jean rebelling against her parents, but it became her pride and dream. The last thing Lilah wanted was to see it closed, but at the same time, Lilah could only imagine how hard must it be for a small place like this to compete with chain stores and internet commerce.

“Any ideas that don’t involve me begging my parents for money?” Jean asked.

“We could start building the store’s media presence? Like a blog, social media, that sort of thing?” Lilah suggested with a shrug. “You’re the one with an MBA.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too,” Jean drummed her nails on the wooden surface of the table. “I guess I can dust off my camera, working on a few pictures, but we’re gonna need some quality content to go along with them…”

“Ah. Ambush,” Lilah joked, narrowing her eyes at Jean, who just gave her a sheepish smile. “You already considered all that and you’re just buttering me up to ask me to write for it, right?”

“Well, you are always going on and on about everything you read and watch. I just thought…” Jean shrugged, before giving Lilah a look that could only be considered puppy dog eyes. “I know you have a lot of stuff going on, but could you? Please? Just like a weekly thing would be enough.”

“Yeah, sure,” she agreed with an indulgent smile. It wasn’t like she would ever be able to deny Jean anything. “Just give some deadlines so I can fit it in my schedule.”

“Perfect! Thank you!” Jean declared, throwing her arms around Lilah for an awkward hug over the table. “You’re the best, Lih.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes and started to pack her things. “You still need some short term action, you know? Because social media takes time to build.”

“I know and I decided to get some stage so we could have some bands and poetry soirées, you know, all that artsy crap.” Lilah laughed at Jean’s eye-roll, but couldn’t deny it was a good idea.

“Plus, Halloween is coming. You could host a costume contest,” she suggested standing up and shouldering her satchel bag.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to dress up,” Jean teased with a smile. She wasn’t exactly wrong on that assessment.

“Ok. Gotta go! Bye, hon!” She pressed a quick peck on Jean’s cheek.

“One last thing,” Jean called before Lilah moved too far. “You should totally wear that cute green tartan print dress for your date!”

Lilah just rolled her eyes at Jean’s smirking face and took off, because sometimes, arguing with Jean was the most pointless thing.

She stopped by their apartment above the bookstore long enough to put away the stuff she wouldn’t need for class. And after another moment of deliberation, she exchanged her jeans and t-shirt for the dress, pairing it with dark leggings, a black cardigan, and her favorite scarf. Just because it wasn’t a date, didn’t mean Lilah couldn’t look nice.

She grabbed her bag, Keanu’s book and after a moment of deliberation, Lilah reached on her bookshelf and picked up one of her books. He had lent her one of his. It would be only fair to return the favor, right?

Lilah put on her headphones and hurried off since and she was already dangerously close to missing her train. Fortunately, the subway station was only a couple of blocks away from Novelsy and Lilah always enjoyed the walk. It gave her a chance of enjoying the city had fallen in love with and had been calling home for the last six years.

It had been the best decision of her life to move away from Florida for grad school. Not only it gave Lilah the freedom of being her own person away from her family, but there was also just something magical about New York that she hadn’t found anywhere else. Then again, Lilah barely ever traveled. She had lived most of her life in Florida and could barely remember her home country anymore.

It was one of the things Lilah wanted the most for her life. To travel the world, visit all the places books and movies had shown her. She always wondered what would be like to work with something that could take you all over the world. It must really be amazing.

After teaching her class, Lilah headed to the psychology Ph.D. offices to concentrate on her paper instead of daydreaming about traveling the world or her not-a-date with Keanu. She managed to do all the alterations her advisor suggested and added a new analysis based on an article she read last week, before sending it to her.

Once she finally left NYU, Lilah fidgeted all the way to Central Park, unable to suppress her nerves, even if she kept mentally chanting to herself that this wasn’t a date. When Lilah stepped out the station and found Keanu was waiting for her on the sidewalk, her heart felt like it was trying to bust out of her chest

He looked so handsome in jeans, a grey tee with a motorcycle company logo and a dark leather jacket. He was holding two cups in a carry tray and waving her over with the other. So as Lilah crossed the street, she willed her heart to slow down, because she could barely breathe as she walked up to him.

“Hi!” he greeted her with a bright smile. “I’m glad you could make it in such short notice.”

“It’s fine. My night was free,” Lilah replied, smiling too. It was technically true, but she was supposed to be writing her dissertation.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee, so I just got it black and brought everything else aside,” Keanu said, handing her one of the cups before pulled out from his pocket packs of sugar, sweetener, and cream.

That was so thoughtful of him that Lilah couldn’t bring herself to admit that she didn’t drink American coffee. Not even Novelsy. Instead, she took one of the cups and dumped cream and sugar in it and took a sip.

“Thank you,” she said covering her grimace, by turning to the park. “Shall we?”

“Sure,” Keanu nodded as they started on the path. “So, tell me your thoughts on the book.”

As they walked, Lilah told him about how she felt with Neruda’s poetry, a big grin playing on her lips. She always thought fall was the best season to take a walk in Central Park. The foliage had faded from their usual green in warm hues of orange, red and purple, making them look straight out of a painting. And under the late afternoon sun, everything sort of had a soft yellowish glow, as if they had been set on fire.

As she spoke, Lilah kept sneaking a few glances at Keanu, always finding him watching her with a thoughtful expression that quickly shifted into a smile whenever he caught her looking.

When they reached the fountain, Keanu led them away from the rest of the visitors and tourists snapping pictures. Lilah wondered if he noticed a few of them snapping photos of him. Fortunately, no one came over to bother them. She wouldn’t know how to react if they had.

Keanu stopped by this huge oak tree and handed Lilah his cup so he could spread his jacket on the ground, before plopping on it and gesturing her to take a seat. She chuckled and followed, handing back the wrong cup.

“You barely touched it,” he pointed out with an arched eyebrow, looking more amused than offended. “You could’ve just told me you didn’t like coffee.”

“I like coffee,” she replied with a sheepish smile. “But that’s not coffee, that American chafé.”

“Sorry, what?” he asked with a confused frown.

“Chafé,” Lilah repeated chuckling at how adorable he looked mouthing out the word. “It just means it watered down and it tastes more like tea than actual coffee.”

“Ahhh, so you’re a coffee snob,” Keanu teased, making Lilah laugh.

“No!” she shoved him playfully on the shoulder, feeling solid muscle under her hand. “Just used to it been brewed differently. My father always says that there are two things you should never argue about with Latinos: telenovela and coffee.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Keanu chuckled, leaning back on his elbows.

“Seriously, I’ll brew it for you sometime and you’ll see.”

The offer escaped her lips before she could even register it and Lilah wanted to kick herself. Why couldn’t she actually pay attention to what she was saying?

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said with a small smile as he watched her. “And I thought I caught a hint of an accent.”

“Really?” she smiled wide at him. “You got a great ear. Most people don’t notice. I’ve moved here when I was three. My stepdad’s American.”

Lilah told him a little bit about her family, mostly just silly stories of her brother, which he reciprocated with stories about his sisters. It was nice and comfortable and time seemed to fly by. Every once in a while, Lilah caught herself staring at him, admiring how the setting sun behind Keanu gave him an almost supernatural glow or how his smile lit up his face and his brown eyes danced with mirth as he recalled some of his teenage shenanigans.

“What?” he asked, bumping his foot again hers.

“Nothing,” Lilah replied with a small smile, lowering her eyes.

Keanu bumped his foot against hers again and she sneaked a glance his way with a frown, wondering if that was an accident. But then he did it again. And again. Was he playing footsie? She gave him a soft kick in retaliation and Keanu grinned, trapping her foot between his ankles. Lilah laughed, shaking her head.

“You’re such a dork, oh my God!” she commented with a grin, and he chuckled.

“Got you to smile, did I?” he replied with a grin of his own and once again Lilah’s chest felt like was about to burst like several butterflies were trapped inside and trying to scape.

They stayed like that talking and laughing together until the sun set completely and the temperature dropped. Lilah kept rubbing her hands together to keep them warm since she had forgotten her gloves. It helped some, but there wasn’t much she could do about her legs. Her leggings were a flimsy barrier against the cold.

“Do you want to take off?” Keanu offered as he sat up, rubbing his hands together and covering hers, offering his own warmth.

Lilah realized how big his hands were compared to hers. As a matter of fact, Keanu was a very big guy. Not only he was tall, but his broad shoulders and strong frame made him look kind of imposing, but in a good way. She realized he could probably pick her up on his arms very easily and that made her swallow hard and her breath pick up speed.

“No, it’s fine,” Lilah managed to reply after a moment.

She wasn’t ready for this thing to be over just yet, but a gush of wind blew past them again and she couldn’t suppress a shudder, earning a knowing look from Keanu.

“Ok, yes.”

Keanu helped her up and they started to make their way back. Moving usually helped to warm her up a little, but they were walking against the wind and Lilah was shivering.

“Do you want my jacket?” Keanu asked when he noticed.

“Won’t you be cold?” Lilah wondered and Keanu snorted, already unzipping it.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He held it up so she could put it on.

“Thanks,” she replied, pulling it closer around herself since it was still warm from his body. And if she sneaked a few sniffs at the collar, no one needed to know.

Keanu walked her all the way to the subway station where he had been waiting for her. Lilah handed the jacket back to him and watched as he shrugged on.

“I had fun,” he said with a smile. “I’ve been so focused on this movie, hadn’t been able to go out and just talked about anything except work, so thank you.”

“I know the feeling.” Lilah smiled too and pulled out from her bag his book along with her copy of Life as it is and handing both to him.

“You lent me one, so I thought…” she explained when Keanu gave her a confused look.

“What is it about?” he asked, checking out the blurb on the back cover.

“It’s a collection of short stories, written in the fifties. Rodrigues was really acidic and insightful so they’re really fun,” she said. “If you want to give it a go... we could hang out again and talk about it?” Lilah offered hesitantly.

“Sure,” Keanu replied with a frown and Lilah winced. Did she push too far?

“We don’t have to…” she hurried to say. A second ago Keanu was all smiles and now he almost looked disappointed.

“No, I want to,” he said. “Really.”

“Ok then,” she replied sighing. It wasn’t like she could just grab the book from his hand and run away. “So, give me a call when you’re done?”

“I will. Goodnight.”

After a moment of hesitation, Lilah nodded and headed home, wondering all the way what just happened.

tbc

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twinkletoes-rp · 4 years ago

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Fanfiction Questions meme

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Oh, geez... I’ve been involved in so many fandoms, LOL. I don’t really know if I can/should name them all. I’ll give you the ones (ONLY OTPs - doesn’t mean I don’t ship other things, too) I can think of off the top of my head.

Kiba/Hinata (Naruto), Fakir/Ahiru (Princess Tutu), Stiles/Derek (Teen Wolf), Kirito/Lisbeth (Sword Art Online), Harry/Hermione (Harry Potter), Goku/Bulma (Dragon Ball), Yusuke/Botan (Yu Yu Hakusho), Todoroki/Izuku (BNHA), (better!)Bakugo/Uraraka (BNHA), Toph/Aang (ATLA), and Adrien/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug)!

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

(This isn’t meant to be hate on the ships I name! I just don’t ship them, that’s all! Ship and let ship! ;))

Naruto/Sasuke (Naruto), Kirito/Asuna (Sword Art Online), Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter), Harry/Ginny (Harry Potter), Goku/Chichi (Dragon Ball), Yusuke/Keiko (Yu Yu Hakusho), Bakugo/Izuku (BNHA), and Aang/Katara (ATLA).

19. Is there a ship (in your current fandom) which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

I’m not sure I have a ‘current fandom’ since I live for, like, everything at once, but maybe technically Naruto would be it?

In that case (again, no offense to anyone - and removing the ‘I wish I could get behind’ part ‘cause I do not), NaruSasu. I just...don’t get it? At all? Maybe it’s the ‘what could have been’s or whatever, but when you just take the series at face value, that relationship is...really icky, at least to me, and that’s putting it lightly. It’s so damn unhealthy, especially for poor Naruto. They were never even friends, Sasuke always treated him like shit, and yet...?! *throws hands at half+ of OG series and virtually all of Shippuden* IDK, man. Something’s weird there, and I don’t like it. Can’t support that. Naruto deserves better, damn it. (*casually links her Naruto AU fic where he DOES get better (in more ways than one), TYVM*)

20. Any ships (in your current fandom) which you surprised yourself by liking?

Going with Naruto again, so. Hmm... I guess maybe Kankuro/Tenten? I didn’t even know that was a ship until a friend showed me a really good fic, and I was hooked! lol.

Another might be KakaObi, but only in AUs where Obito survives the cave in and gets out with Kakashi and Rin and recovers, continuing to be the sweetheart he is instead of the ass he turned out to be in canon. Because he, too, deserved better, damn it!

Another is one I might have made up, not sure (mostly in the context of my Naruto AU, NGL), lol: Karin/Shikamaru! It makes sense and there are lots of compelling reasons when you break it down! You know, 'cause Shikamaru would need (or probs at least prefer) someone on his smarts level, and she's a genius, too, just in a different way. And once she mellows out, Karin's really cool, and (in my AU) she grows to eventually adore Naruto (actually fights to defend/protect him in the Pein arc!), and anyone who loves Naruto is good in Shikamaru's book! lol. Plus, she can tell him when he has his genius brain twisted in too many directions, tell him he's being an idiot and help him figure things out in her different way. lol. IDK, I like it!

30. What inspires you to write?

I just...love writing?? I’ve wanted to be an author since I was 8-9 years old, started writing when I was 11, and I’ve been writing ever since! I’m 27 now! I’ve had a few dry spells, ofc, but I always end up coming back! I just feel like writing is in my blood (partly because, I like to joke, my last name is the title of one of Shakespeare’s plays, haha)!

Pretty much anything can inspire me to write, though. I’ll see a pretty flower and be like “OOH, that flower could feature perfectly in this chapter in this way!” and then write 1k about that! lol. Or I could read a review of one of my new chapters and end up thinking of something I’d never considered before and then write almost 3k on that alone (looking at you, middle section of Ch 6 of my Naruto AU, lol)!

Basically, if it sparks joy, I’m gonna write something! X’D

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

Nicest?? Hmm... I mean, I’ve had a lot of things said about my writing... Not sure I can really narrow it down? lol.

I guess the nicest things I’ve ever been told are when I make people cry (espec multiple times!) and actually feel the emotions the characters are feeling, that the characters and their development feel so real that it’s like they’re real people instead of fictional/they’re written so much better than the creator himself wrote them. (Been getting those a lot on my Naruto AU, actually. lol.)

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

I tend to prefer silence while I write, but sometimes, my house is loud and people keep breaking my concentration (house of 5, lots of animals, not the quietest, lol), I sometimes listen to music. I usually prefer instrumental, and then usually Naruto or Wolf’s Rain (sometimes Princess Tutu, too) instrumental tracks. The Naruto one I like best also has rain sounds mixed in, which is great because I love the sound of rain! Woo! (Here’s a link to that one if anyone else wants in on this! ;))

39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

Emotions and getting into the nitty-gritty stuff therein. As an extremely visual, emotional writer, I’ve always been able to feel the emotions of the characters pretty much exactly how they’re feeling it in the moment and then put it on paper. I also make people cry a lot with my writing and get them to feel what the characters do, so that’s awesome! It’s always my goal to get my readers to feel things because then I feel like they’ve really connected with the story and characters I’ve written!

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Transitions are dicks. Sometimes I struggle ‘cause it’s been, like, two seconds or five hours, and I don’t know how to show that, lol. If I can, espec with the last one, I just fade to black. lol.

Also, sometimes I feel like I use the same sentence structure a lot, mostly the ‘..., but...’ format (at least lately). It’s really annoying, and I worry my readers notice and get annoyed/think I suck because of it. lol.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

“All the ways I say ‘I love you’” by Leonardo_Charles_BlueWood_21 (Fandom: Ninjago)

“Paradise Lost” by AnchoredTether (Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender (Zootopia-esque dark AU))

“where my armor ends” by dalniente (Fandom: She-Ra Princesses of Power)

��of cats and curses” by faerialchemist (Fandom: She-Ra Princesses of Power x Fruits Basket crossover)

“Mischief is its Own Reward” by dalniente (Fandom: Megamind)

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

I don’t really read Naruto fanfic too much anymore, so like...I guess, technically, another main fandom of mine right now is Fruits Basket, so: without a doubt, @kyosohmastan ! They’re my absolute favorite Fruits Basket fanfic author! Everyone’s so in character, the writing is so sweet and feelsy, steamy when it needs to be, and I really love the writing itself - it’s just so well done and beautiful and I die happily when they post a new fic or chapter? Ahhh! Plus, they’re just so nice and talented in so many ways, we have the same opinions on certain things (like Kakeru Manabe is Too Much(TM) for us, haha, no offense to those who like him! lol.), and I just really, really feel blessed to know and read their fics! Love them so! <3

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

I’m not sure which ship this is talking about? Hmm... But a ship I definitely think (have always thought) needs more attention is Kirito/Lisbeth from Sword Art Online! It’s so slept on, and that is a damn fucking shame because they’re so healthy and sweet and have so much more amazing potential than they’re given credit for (way freaking more than the actual canon couple, just sayin’, no offense to anyone who likes the pairing)! I have written a good few metas (and a fanfic) on the subject (some/most of which are on my Lisbeth RP blog, actually, lol)! If anyone wants to discuss/RP/anything involving this ship, please let me know! Would love it!

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

I’m not sure I have a favorite fic. But one that I always come back to (all of her (mostly G1) My Little Pony fics, actually - first found them when I was, like, 12, and have kept rereading over and over through the years, haha) is A Mother in Her Eyes by LoveLikeElena on FFN. It takes place in the author’s own MLP universe, but I love said universe so much, and her takes on the characters are amazing and so sweet! I love her look at the serious subjects that follow the characters through her ongong MLP series! <3

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Fanfic readers have become really, really lazy. No one reviews anymore, maybe leave a kudos here and there if you’re lucky (I have a major love-hate (more hate) relationship with kudos...), and it’s so, so, so discouraging to us writers! I wish they knew how it felt, to be honest, espec the ones you know are reading, but just...don’t comment. It’s ridiculously disheartening to work so hard on something for days, weeks, even months or years on something, only to get basically nothing in return. It’s like posting into the void, and it sucks ass. It’s part of what made me quit writing for a good few years, actually, and I’m so sad to see that it’s still a thing. I comment on everything I read because I know how it feels and how much it hurt! It hurts like hell, especially because I remember how it used to be just 6-8 years ago when everyone commented! I desperately pray the fanfic/content consuming world fixes that really soon or we might lose some really amazing writers! Please, even an emoji or keyboard smash! I don’t care, I’ll take anything (and I know I’m not the only one)! <3

#answer #dancibayo

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xbaepsae · 6 years ago

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our little secret (m)

“Desperate lips molded against his, and in the kiss, you tried to convey your feelings for him. You tried to tell him that despite whatever decision you made, you couldn’t let him go. You were literally so in over your head for him and you knew you were fucked—but you didn’t care.”

[jeongguk x reader]

genre: brother’s best friend!au, angst, smut

word count: 14.6k

a/n: ahhh. i’m a sucker for cliches, and the classic brother’s best friend/best friend’s brother trope is one of those things that i just can’t get enough of. anyway, i’ve had a story like this in my mind for a while now and the inspiration for this fic just so happened to come to me in waterfalls recently. also, this is the longest fic i’ve ever written and i’m?? shook?? lol. i hope you all enjoy! please excuse any grammar issues (i swear i’ve reread this a million times lol). xoxo

Jeon Jeongguk always made you feel so good. You often wonder if there’s ever going to be anything as good as this.

But you don’t voice this thought out loud. Instead, you just moan his name. “Fuck, Jeongguk.”

Behind you, he is kneeling as he grips your waist in his hands. Jeongguk pounds himself into you and you can’t help the moans that escape your lips. He always fucks hard, hips relentless; but he knows your body well, knows that you like it a little rough. After all, the two of you have been doing this for a few years now.

“God—shit,” he grunts, and you can tell that he’s close.

“Are you going to cum?” you barely get the words out.

“F-Fuck…yeah,” he doesn’t slow down.

Even though this has to be the millionth time you’ve had his cock inside of you, it’s still so good. Maybe that’s why you always came back to him. Being this way with him was an absolute addiction—the touches and filthy words were your drug.

“Touch m-me,” you’re breathless.

And he does, his fingers finding your sensitive clit. “You look so pretty like this. I want you to cum all over my cock, baby.”

At this point, you’re face planted into the sheets, ass in the air and hands fisting whatever you can to keep you grounded. You feel your orgasm approaching—it’s right there. You continue moaning Jeongguk’s name in hopes that he brings you the high you so desperately want.

He comes undone before you, a string of curses leaving his lips as he releases inside of you. But he doesn’t stop fucking you; if there’s anything you’ve learned after all these years of intimacy with Jeongguk, it’s that he always loves giving. There was nothing he loved more than pleasing and that meant you had to cum too. And within moments, your high comes; it shakes your entire body and you’re left screaming his name.

Once you both can breathe normally again, Jeongguk cleans you up and you desperately want to ask him to stay. But the words are stuck in your throat as you watch him pull his clothes back on. You know he can’t stay—he never does.

“I’ve missed you,” you pull the covers around your body.

He looks up at you and your heart stutters as a soft smile lights his lips, “Missed you too.”

“Are you going to see Taehyung?”

Taehyung—your older brother; Jeongguk’s best friend. This is why he can’t stay. The two of you shouldn’t even be having sex in the first place. Hell, if Taehyung found out he’d probably kill Jeongguk.

“Yeah, he wanted to try out a new restaurant or something,” he says before laughing a little to himself. “You’d think that he’d be tired of seeing me, especially since we go to university together.”

You still remember that day they both left for school. You cried and cried, and it wasn’t for your brother. You cried for Jeongguk because of the twisted relationship you two had. He might be your brother’s best friend, but it would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have strong feelings towards him. You always have.

“Well, you should go—I don’t want to keep my brother waiting,” you say, running a hand through your now messy hair. “He’s so fucking impatient.”

Jeongguk laughs, “Tell me about it—just imagine him at school.”

You crack a smile, “Glad I don’t have to deal with that shit as often anymore.”

“I’ll catch you later, yeah?” he’s halfway out your door already.

Nodding, you manage to let out a pitiful sure and he’s gone. You hear the front door open and shut, and then keys jingling as it locks. Was it funny that he had the keys to your childhood home? Jeongguk has always been such a focal part of your life, of your whole family’s life. It was just normal for him to have the keys.

But of course, no one else knows that you’ve been fucking your brother’s best friend. You know that if anyone were to find out, it would change everything.

***

Your brother met Jeongguk in the fifth grade.

They were both about ten years old, and you were eight. You honestly don’t really remember interacting that much with them at that point in your life. It was probably because your brother wanted nothing to do with you, and boys thought that girls had cooties anyway. Honestly, you probably had your first real conversation with Jeongguk the summer before he started high school.

You were still an awkward preteen, but that didn’t mean that Jeongguk was. Puberty was slowly hitting him, and you weren’t blind—you could see that he was getting taller and his baby fat was fading. He was getting handsome and you developed a little crush on him. Obviously, this crush was a kept secret and you didn’t tell anyone.

That summer, Jeongguk came along on your annual family trip to the beach. It was a week-long getaway, but it had been raining majority of the time. Therefore, you spent most of the week inside. It was unfortunate, but it did mean that you got to interact with Jeongguk more. You played board games with him and Taehyung almost every day, and surprisingly it was a lot of fun. And on the last day, the sun finally came out; this meant you finally could go outside on the sand and into the water.

On that last day, you noticed that Jeongguk didn’t step into the water. He sat a few feet away from the edge of wet sand and watched Taehyung play in the ocean all alone. You don’t know why, but you sat down next to him. He looked over at you, confused as to why you weren’t in the water yourself.

“Are you okay?” you spoke first.

He shrugged, “Why aren’t you in the water?”

“Are you okay?” you ignored his question and repeated yourself.

“Yeah,” he finally answered you, “just thinking about stuff.”

“Like what?”

Jeongguk hummed, “Like the fact that Taehyung and I are starting high school in a couple of weeks and football tryouts are also coming up.”

You remember being surprised that he was nervous about that—about football. Jeongguk always excels in everything he does, and football had been no exception. He was the star player at your middle school, and you told him this.

“That doesn’t mean anything in high school,” he said. “There are probably a lot of really good players already.”

“And? That doesn’t mean you’re lower than them in skill just because you’re going to be a freshman,” you told him. “You’re a really great football player, Jeongguk.”

That day, he actually smiled at you. It made you feel all nice and sappy inside. That school year and the next, you didn’t see him much because you didn’t go to the same school as him. You did attend all the games though, mostly because Taehyung was also on the team, but you realized that you were right—Jeongguk hadn’t needed to be nervous at all. He did great his freshman season and moved onto varsity sophomore year.

Although you didn’t see Jeongguk at school for two years, he was over quite a lot—to the point where your parents gave him his own key to the house—and you saw him blossom into a young man. When you finally entered high school, you were so excited to see him more; but by this point, he had garnered a reputation for himself and you were nothing more than Taehyung’s little sister. You had to watch from afar as every girl fawned over him and your brother.

“I don’t get it,” your friend Lee said at lunch one day. It was the beginning of your second year in high school. The two of you were seated at a table on the other side of the lunchroom from your brother and his friends. “What’s so great about them?”

You rolled your eyes, “Hell if I know. Taehyung’s my brother, but it’s like I don’t even know him.”

That was partially true. You and your brother lived under the same roof, but you didn’t really talk to him. Whenever Jeongguk was over, they were holed up in in Taehyung’s bedroom doing god knows what. But that was pretty rare. The whole summer before that school year started, they were never home since it was senior year and football practice became demanding. When they did have free time, they were at parties that you were not invited to since you were “too young.”

“Bullshit,” you almost screamed at your brother one night he was sneaking out at midnight with Jeongguk. “I’m not five anymore. I’m sixteen now.”

“And that’s still too young,” Taehyung whispered rather loudly, practically running down your hallway.

“You don’t turn eighteen until the end of the year, dumbass. You’re technically only a year and six months older than me.”

You chased him down the hallway, extremely glad that your parents were heavy sleepers. Before you could say anything else to him, he was already out the door and running to Jeongguk’s brand new truck—an early birthday present from his parents. That night before they drove off, you made brief eye contact with him, but it was nothing more than that—to him, you would always be like a little sister.

At school, you ignored them and their friend group. You guessed they would be considered the popular kids, but weren’t all the football players always super well-known? And you were surprised, but also not that surprised, that they all pretty much ignored you too. Although, that didn’t mean no one knew you. Everyone knew who you were and there were always girls trying to be your friend, if it meant that they could be a little closer to Taehyung and Jeongguk.

That’s why you were so glad that Lee wasn’t like the other girls—she actually wanted to be your friend because she liked you as a person, and not because of who your brother was.

“Can you believe that they’re going to graduate in the spring?” Lee mused to you one day at your locker. Taehyung and Jeongguk were only a little further down the hallway with their whole clique. “What will the school be without them?”

“You’re being sarcastic, right?”

“Duh,” she said before cursing. “Uh, your brother is headed right this way.”

Looking up from your locker, you came face-to-face with Taehyung and Jeongguk. “What?”

“I’m hosting the party after we win the championship this weekend,” Taehyung said casually, like it was no big deal at all.

“Huh?” you asked, not sure you heard him right.

Every year, a senior on the team got the privilege to host the party after their final game. During this particular year, since the team made it to the championship, it was the post-championship party. It was a pretty big deal, but it also meant one thing: it was going to be fucking wild. Despite the fact that your brother said it so nonchalantly, you freaked out.

“We can’t just host a party at our house.”

“Yes, we can—we have to, y/n.”

“Mom and dad, you idiot,” you said, moving closer to him so no one else in the hall could hear. “They would fucking kill us.”

Taehyung sighed, “They’ll be gone this weekend. They have that work trip, remember?”

“You think mom and dad want to miss your championship game?”

“I told them it was cool,” he said, “and that we can celebrate my win when they come back.”

You rolled your eyes. Granted, this news had lifted some of the tension you felt, but you were still unsure about a party. But what could you do about it? If Taehyung had to host it, he had to host it.

“Fine, whatever. But,” you paused, “you have to clean up because I’m not.”

Your brother smiled, “Cool, I can do that—also, you’re in charge of all the food.”

“So, I get to come to the party?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I guess? I mean, it’s at our fucking house so,” Taehyung shrugged. “Besides, nothing’s going to happen to you anyway—I already told everyone to fuck off when it comes to you.”

“Thanks?” you didn’t know what to say. “I mean, how do you even know I’m all that innocent anyway? You’ve been saying that I’m too young to do anything, but when you were my age you were already sleeping around, so,” you licked your lower lip, “how do you know I haven’t been doing the same?”

You made the mistake of looking at Jeongguk, and the expression he gave you was nearly unreadable; but, there was something in his eyes that made you feel weird…and excited.

“Uh…gross. I hope you haven’t been fucking around,” Taehyung’s voice brought you back to reality. “Who wants to picture their little sister doing that?”

You shrugged, “You’d be surprised at how many people want a piece of my ass.” Literally, there was no one but you just wanted to get on your brother’s nerve.

“Yeah, if I find out someone actually deflowered you, I’ll beat their ass.”

After that, the bell rang signaling that class was starting soon. You shut your locker and told Taehyung not to worry, your innocence was still intact. “I’m not a hoe like you.”

“Thank fucking god,” he said before dragging Jeongguk to their class.

That weekend rolled around faster than you anticipated, which meant you barely had time to think of how to feed hundreds of people. At least, you assumed there would be that many people since Taehyung invited the whole damn school. Your parents left for their business trip the day before the game, of course not before they wished your brother good luck on his game. With them gone, you remember actually being kind of excited for the party.

It was your first real house party, and you would’ve been lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for the day to come. You were ready to drink and dance and just have a good time.

The football team won their game, making them conference champions. You were so happy for them, and happy that now the party was going to have a great atmosphere. That night, you don’t remember how much you actually drank or how psycho you must’ve looked dancing on the table—you unfortunately remembered that embarrassing fact. What you also remember is throwing up in your bathroom, spilling everything in your stomach down the toilet.

Everyone was wasted, including Taehyung, so it hadn’t been a total shock that you got to this point. The thing that you didn’t expect was Jeongguk to walk into the bathroom. Sober. The second you’re done puking, he lifts you off the floor and hovers you over the sink to rinse your mouth. Then, he carries you to bed. You know it’s Jeongguk because of the way he smelled—he’s been wearing the same cologne for years.

“Thank you,” you muttered to him before you knocked out.

The next morning, your head was pounding like someone was beating a damn drum and everything was too fucking bright. You cracked an eye and saw that someone had left a glass of water and two painkillers on your side table. Quickly, or as quick as you could hungover, you popped the two capsules before falling back asleep.

When you finally woke up again, it was already the afternoon. You got up out of bed and immediately hopped into the shower. Post-shower, you began to feel like yourself again and made your way into the rest of the house. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that messy; and then, you noticed that Jeongguk was the one cleaning up.

“What are you doing?” you asked, hair still slightly damp from the shower.

“Cleaning,” he said like it was nothing.

You walked up to him and tried taking the garbage bag out of his hand, “You don’t have to, Jeongguk. I told Taehyung he had to clean up this shit himself.”

“It’s fine,” he said, not letting you take the bag away from him. “Besides, your brother is still knocked out cold. He’ll probably be out the whole day.”

You rolled your eyes, “Typical. He should know by now how much of a lightweight he is.”

Jeongguk laughed, “Seriously. This happens all the time. Aren’t your parents suspicious by now?”

“I think Taehyung just feigns sickness whenever he’s this hungover.”

“You looked pretty bad last night too, if I remember.”

Your cheeks heated, “Yeah…about that…” you awkwardly cleared your throat, “thanks again for helping me. You really didn’t have to.”

“No big deal,” he waved you off, “just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

Right. Jeongguk acted the way he did because of obligation—you were his best friend’s little sister; of course, he’s supposed to look out for you. However, for some reason, this just pissed you off. “You know, just because I’m Taehyung’s younger sister doesn’t mean you have to feel obligated to do shit for me.”

“I wasn’t implying that—”

“No, I get it,” you said. “I’ll always be like a younger, annoying sibling to you. I’m sorry you had to take care of me last night.”

“Y/n…”

You turned around, walking back to your room. Halfway there, you felt someone grab ahold of your wrist—Jeongguk. “W-what are you doing?”

Before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours. You didn’t know what to do because this moment was literally everything you had ever dreamed about. When you respond to his kiss, Jeongguk pulls away from you and curses.

“Shit—I didn’t mean to—”

You pulled him back to you, pushing him against the wall. This time, you kissed him with fervor; you tugged at his hair and molded your body into his. Jeongguk groaned into your mouth before lifting you up like you weighed nothing and moved into your bedroom.

Locking the door behind him, he set you down on your bed and leaned over you, forcing your body down. As Jeongguk kissed you, his hands began roaming your body. He broke apart from your lips a few times to ask if touching you was okay; you were flattered that he cared enough to ask, but you just wanted him to do whatever he wanted to your body.

“Jeongguk,” you were breathless, his lips pressed to your neck, “I-I want you.”

He froze on top of you, “What?”

You laughed a little, “I’m not going to lie—I’ve thought about you on top of me more times than I care to admit. And—and I know that you probably don’t think the same of me, but oh my god Jeongguk if you don’t fuck me, I think I might combust.”

“Are you sure?” his eyes pierced into yours.

You smiled, “Yeah…of course, that is…if you want to.”

“If I’m being honest, I’ve always had a thing for you,” he admitted, a cute smile formed along his lips. “But you’ve always been off-limits because you’re Taehyung’s little sister and I could never fathom the thought of betraying him like that.”

“It’s okay…this can be our little secret.”

That afternoon, Jeongguk explored your body for the first time. He was gentle and sweet, despite the fact that you felt so incredibly exposed and awkward because it was your first time. You felt so safe in his arms; nothing else had ever made you feel that way before. Although you don’t remember whether you orgasmed or not, the praises that fell from his lips when he climaxed were enough. The fact that you were able to make him feel so good was enough for you.

You were glad it was Jeongguk; now, you can’t imagine being with anyone else.

***

Since then, everything really has been a secret between the two of you.

For the rest of that school year and into summer, you and Jeongguk snuck around like two thieves in the night. Surprisingly, no one suspected a thing. Even when you asked your mom about being on the pill, she didn’t bat an eye or think twice about it. You were most terrified about Taehyung finding out, but he was completely oblivious. Then again, you and Jeongguk were really good at hiding it.

You both decided that beyond what happened between you two privately, everything would stay the same. Meaning, you two weren’t going to suddenly start talking at school or hanging out together outside of it. You honestly didn’t mind it because you knew the truth; you knew that despite all the girls that threw themselves at him, you were the only one he was fucking.

Jeongguk also got really good at sneaking into your bedroom at two in the morning. You told him to just use the damn door—he already had the key—but he claimed that your window was perfectly fine. You didn’t care either way really because at the end, all you really cared about was the fact that he buried his cock inside of you.

The thing about fucking the same person, you started to realize, was that the sex got really good because you both discovered what set the other off. By the time Jeongguk left for college, he knew your body like the back of his hands. Aside from just having sex, there were times it almost felt like the two of you were actually a couple. You and Jeongguk often talked about the future, mostly college and career type of stuff, but still it made you feel all warm inside when he mentioned you being a part of his future.

“Yeah, I can’t wait until you come to university with Taehyung and I—that way I can get my own place and we can just be us, you know?”

Although you both never truly defined the relationship at the beginning, it didn’t bother you. You weren’t bothered because it didn’t feel like it needed to be defined. You both were just y/n and Jeongguk. Besides, sixteen-year-old you felt like a real relationship would only complicate things since no one was supposed to suspect anything. You guys couldn’t go on actual, real dates.

When Jeongguk first left for college, you were nervous because there were going to be many other girls much prettier than you. What if he met someone else? The thought made you green with envy. But Jeongguk assured you that he wasn’t going to get involved with anyone else; and so, you waited for the times that he would come back home for break for warmth to once again fill your bed sheets.

You also kept the same standards for yourself—you didn’t sleep around with anyone else, despite the fact that many boys were bold enough to ask you out since your brother was gone. At first, Lee was a bit curious as to why you shut everyone. By the time senior year rolled around, you hadn’t been on a real official date with anyone; and as far as she knew, you were still a virgin. Honestly, there were times that you felt like a shitty friend for not saying anything. You wanted to tell Lee everything; but at the same time, you couldn’t because it was all between you and Jeongguk.

“I just…don’t want to date,” you said, “and I don’t need to sleep around. That’s what masturbation is for.”

The latter was mostly true; you really didn’t need to sleep around because Jeongguk was the source of all your fantasies, and you knew nothing—and no one—was going to compare.

“Hands can only do so much, you know?” she laughed. “But fine, whatever—you do you babe.”

When it came time to apply for colleges and all that good stuff, your first choice was obviously the school Jeongguk and Taehyung attended. You would do anything if it meant you could be around him again; but then something happened—you got a full ride offer from a different school. One that was far from home and Jeongguk.

Your parents told you it would’ve been foolish to not accept their offer. It was free schooling; you wouldn’t have to pay a dime. Still, you hesitated because you had been waiting two whole years to be with Jeongguk at college. That winter when he and Taehyung came home from school, you broke the news to him.

The two of you had just finished, your bodies still coming down from the high. It had probably been the wrong time to tell him something like this, but you couldn’t help it—the words just came out.

“So…you’re not coming to school with me next fall?”

You sat up in your bed, “I-I don’t know.”

“I mean, shit, I don’t know either,” he got up and immediately pulled his clothes on.

“What should I do?” you asked.

He ran a hand through his hair, “Honest answer?”

“Yeah…”

“You should go to the school that offers you the most money. School is fucking expensive, trust me, and if they’re going to help you get a degree by paying for tuition...go.”

You hadn’t expected that answer. You thought that he was going to say that you should still go with him to college, but Jeongguk was being rational here. Before you could say anything else to him, he was already gone. The rest of that short break, you didn’t see him much. He stopped texting to see if he could come over while everyone else was gone and also stopped sneaking into your room via the window at god-awful hours.

For a moment, you thought that this was officially the end of you two and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. The day before he had to go back to school, you made the first move and begged him to come over. You might have also sent him a picture or two—but you were desperate to see him. You couldn’t wait until summer.

Thankfully, the pictures were enough to get him to slip into your room a little past midnight. Your parents and Taehyung were already fast asleep, and the second his feet planted onto your carpeted floors, you grabbed the edges of his jacket and pulled him into a kiss. Desperate lips molded against his, and in the kiss, you tried to convey your feelings for him. You tried to tell him that despite whatever decision you made, you couldn’t let him go. You were literally so in over your head for him and you knew you were fucked—but you didn’t care.

Jeongguk pushed the two of you to your bed that night, you straddled his hips and rode him like your life depended on it. You tried your best to be quiet, but you couldn’t contain the moans and cries of pleasure as he lifted your ass and roughly fucked himself into you. Every touch that Jeongguk left on your body felt like fire; and when you came undone, you fell onto his body as he continued thrusting into you. Eventually, he reached his own high—muttered a string of fucks into your hair—and coated your walls in a delicious pale white.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment, your body still on top of his.

His hands tightened around your body, “For what?”

“That I’m not going to college with you. That it’s going to be harder for us to continue whatever this is.”

Jeongguk didn’t say anything for a while, and you were too scared to move from the position you were in. “It’s…okay. We’ve been doing this for two years now; distance means nothing, right?”

You nodded and rolled off of him, getting up to clean yourself before pulling your underwear and pajamas back on. “True, but still.”

When you sit back down on your bed, Jeongguk is already back in his clothes. He looks like he didn’t just fuck the brains out of you; the only sign that he had sex is the fact that his hair is a complete mess. He tells you that he has to go catch some sleep before your brother swings by his house in a few hours.

But before he goes, he pulls your face close to his and gives you one last kiss. “Until next time.”

Until next time.

***

Fast forward to present day, you have just finished your first year of college and you’re still completely wrapped around Jeongguk’s finger.

You thought that a whole year away from him—you didn’t come home for winter break and Jeongguk spent spring break with Taehyung on a boat in the middle of the ocean—would lessen the attraction that you had for him…but it didn’t. If anything, it just made you crave him even more.

A week ago, when you were on your way home from school, Jeongguk met you in the parking lot of an abandoned drive-in theatre just outside of your city and had you bent over in the back of his truck. In his words, he just couldn’t wait until the next day when your parents were at work or when Taehyung left the house to come over.

“Holy shit, I’ve missed your sweet little pussy,” he groaned, thrusting hard into you. “You’ve always taken me so well, huh sweetheart?”

You remember being on the verge of tears because an entire year of using your hands and a damn vibrator paled in comparison to actually being filled up to the brim by Jeongguk’s cock. You missed this too.

Every day, Jeongguk swings by your house—or occasionally you’ll drive the few minutes over to his—and fucks you so good. Every. Time. And you can’t wrap your head around how it’s even possible to orgasm every single day, sometimes more than once. But somehow, Jeongguk always manages to make you come undone. You wish that the two of you could just be together always, but life’s complicated and you both still haven’t told a single soul. It was still just a secret, but a secret that was starting to weigh you down.

As the first month of summer rolled by, followed by the second, your annual family beach trip was coming up. Like past years, your mom invited Jeongguk because he was Taehyung’s best friend and practically like family already—if only she knew that he was actually close to you too. Since Jeongguk was coming, your mom felt it was only right if one of your friends got to come too; so, she also sent an invite to Lee who accepted wholeheartedly. And it wasn’t that you didn’t want her to come, after all she was your friend, but that meant it would be harder to sneak around with Jeongguk.

“I’m so excited!” Lee says, sitting in the back of Jeongguk’s truck with you.

Your parents left earlier in their small coupe, which left the four of you to ride together. You guys were currently at a gas station, grabbing snacks for the short trip.

“Me too,” you say as Jeongguk gets back into the driver’s seat. You make eye contact with him in the rearview mirror, “I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have.”

You notice him smirk a little, but the moment gets ruined when Taehyung barges in with two bags filled with random goodies. “Did anyone say snacks?”

“You do realize that the drive is only about three hours, right?” you question him.

“And?”

“Why the fuck did you get so many things? Who is going to eat it all? Mom bought a bunch of other things to eat already for the week,” you say it like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Chill, y/n—Jeongguk and I will devour this all before we reach the beach.”

You grab a few of the drinks and bags of chips that he bought, handing some to Lee. The entire ride there, you and Lee gossip about college and her hookups. Your mouth drops open as she tells you a story about one guy she hooked up with—some guy named Namjoon—who had such a huge dick that she had to fake an orgasm early just to leave.

“It literally hurt so fucking bad, y/n,” she laughs, “he was too big.”

“Damn, I never realized there was such a thing as too big.”

“Haha, yeah—ten out of ten, wouldn’t recommend,” she says before turning the conversation to you. “Well, what about you?”

“What about me?” you smile awkwardly.

She laughs, “Oh come on—I knew you were a saint in high school, but you can’t possibly still have that mindset now.”

If only she knew. “I mean, no…I’m not a saint,” you swear that you hear Jeongguk snort from the front, “but I don’t have any super interesting stories like you.”

“So, you met someone?”

“I guess?”

“Tell me about him!” she presses, getting really excited. “The infamously single y/n has met someone!”

“Fuck, you met someone? Geez, does that mean I have to kick some ass now?” Taehyung peeps from the passenger seat.

“Oh, fuck off Taehyung,” you say, giving him the middle finger. “It’s none of your business.”

“One day,” your brother begins, “the guy you end up bringing home will have his ass kicked.”

You proceed to tell Lee about the only guy you’ve fucked: Jeongguk, but you don’t say his name; instead, you just describe him and how great the chemistry is between the two of you. “He’s decently tall, dark hair, the prettiest eyes, and a sweet smile. My favorite thing about him is his hands—they’re beautiful and magical. Also, he fucks great and knows exactly how to get me off.”

These are things that you’ve never said out loud; hell, you’ve never even said these things privately to Jeongguk. Looking back up at the rearview mirror, you see that he’s staring at you and you wink. This causes him to swerve slightly off road and Taehyung curses at him, grabbing the middle console for stability.

“Eyes on the road, Jeon,” you say, before turning your attention back to Lee, “anyway—yeah, he’s great.”

“Oh my god, so this is real,” Lee is in awe. “Are you going to be seeing him again? I mean, I’m assuming that he goes to the same school as you.”

You shrug, “I don’t know. He’s graduating this year, so he might not have time for me.”

“Well, it seems likes you really like this guy. I haven’t seen you smile like this…like ever.”

Were you smiling weirdly? You didn’t know, but it just felt nice to finally be a little honest about your relationship with Jeongguk—even if you can’t explicitly say his name and there’s actually not really a relationship between you two. You guys just fuck; yet, you feel so much for him and your heart yearns to be with him always. It was strange.

The four of you make it to the beach in no time, meeting your parents at the house they rented for the week. Thankfully, the weather is beautiful here and you hope it stays this way. The house is rather cute, with three bedrooms, a large living space, and a large kitchen. Your mother exclaims that she absolutely cannot wait to destroy the kitchen, to which you just laugh and remind her that your dad actually does most of the cooking.

Your parents already claimed the master bedroom upstairs, which left you all to pick from the other two bedrooms downstairs. You walk into the first room and see two twin size beds. There is also a connecting bathroom that leads to the other bedroom. Walking through the bathroom, you realize that the second bedroom only has one full size bed.

“You and Lee can share that bed,” Taehyung says from behind you, and you notice that he’s already throwing his things onto one of the twins.

Leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed, you frown, “Aren’t you a little too big for that bed?”

“And you think Jeongguk and I will fit on that one bed together?” he asks, and you laugh a little, imagining them sharing one bed. “No fucking thanks. Besides, this is just going to be like freshman year again with these damn small bed—no big deal.”

You didn’t mind sharing a bed with Lee, but it meant that it was going to be a difficult week for you and Jeongguk. Then again, when wasn’t it difficult for you and Jeongguk? You walk out of the bedrooms and to the car; as you step outside, Lee walks past you. You tell her that the two of you have to share a bed, which she’s totally cool with. “It’ll be like our sleepovers in high school again.”

She continues inside the house and you walk to Jeongguk’s truck, heart skipping a beat when you notice that he’s there unloading things. As you get close, you both end up making eye contact and it ignites a fire inside of you. He hands your bags, fingers brushing against yours. You almost blush at the simple contact, but you control yourself and grab your things, “Thank you.”

“Did you mean what you said earlier in the car?” he asks, eyes darkening; this sends a jolt up your spine.

“Yeah,” you nod, “every last word.”

“So, you like my hands?”

You laugh before batting your eyelashes at him, “Yeah…I like them inside of me.”

Jeongguk bites his lower lip and begins reaching out for you; you lean in, craving his touch on your skin. But before anything can happen, your brother is running up to the truck. Immediately, you inwardly curse Taehyung and his inconvenient timing. You back away from Jeongguk and haul your bags over your shoulder.

“Is there anything else to grab?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says and motions to the rest of the bags on the floor, “you can take these things inside.”

“Cool,” your brother says, grabbing whatever Jeongguk pointed at. “Anyone trying to hit up the beach now?”

“Sure,” you say and then walk back towards the house, “I’ll let Lee know.”

Back inside, you see that your dad is starting on dinner. You’ve always admired that about him—the fact that he was a better cook than your mom. Not that your mom was a bad cook, but she was better at other things. For example, she was the mastermind behind all the business that your parents did.

“Are you kids going to hit up the water?” he asks as you walk past him.

“Yeah, we are,” you say, “and we’re adults now, dad.”

He feigns shock, “What? Since when did my baby become an adult?”

Probably when she started fucking your son’s best friend. “I know—the tragedy.”

“Have fun and be safe.”

You walk into the bedroom that you and Lee share and see that she’s unpacking her things, neatly placing them into the vacant drawers. “Taehyung wanted to hit up the beach before dinner—you want to go?”

“Sure,” she says, “just let me finish unpacking. Are you going to unpack?”

You shake your head with a laugh, “Nah—I tend to just live out of my bags and suitcases when I travel.”

As Lee finished putting her things away, you rummage through your belongings and fish for your swimsuit. You brought a few, for the sake of having options, and settle for a simple navy-blue strapless number with matching bikini bottoms. Lee tells you that you’re smoking hot, to which you dismiss her because you’re just okay. You knew that you were pretty, but in comparison to other girls you’re average.

“Average, my ass,” your friend rolls her eyes. “You’ve always been stunning, y/n—and I think Jeongguk is noticing that too.”

What. You swear your heart stops. “Uh…what are you talking about?”

She gives you a look, “Girl please, like you have to have noticed those looks he’s been giving you. Like, when we were at the gas station and he was gassing up his truck, or when we got here—you haven’t noticed?”

“No,” you lie, “I don’t think—I mean, why would I—”

“I’m just saying,” Lee smirks, “he might be your brother’s best friend, but you never know.”

Oh, you knew—you knew all too well. But you just brush her off, silently breathing a sigh of relief. You are relieved because she actually doesn’t know anything; she couldn’t tell that there was something more than just a few simple looks. You should probably mention something to Jeongguk though; you two were usually better than this. The two of you usually aren’t bold enough to be public with looks and touches, but you guess things are slowly changing.

As Lee puts on her own swimsuit, you pull a pair of shorts on and grab a bottle of sunblock. You also grab a few towels on the way out, yelling a see you in a bit to both your parents as you two march onto the beach. The beauty of renting a house by the beach was that you guys were literally only steps away from the sand. By the time you both get near the water, Jeongguk and Taehyung are already jumping waves.

Setting the towel neatly down, you ask Lee to help you with putting sunblock on your back. As she does this, you see your brother coming out from the ocean, hair already drenched.

“Shit, I forgot about sunblock,” he says and asks if you’d help him put some on because—as he likes to put it—his skin is sensitive.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you apply sunblock once,” you say, squirting some of the white lotion onto your hand before slapping it onto his back. “If anything, I’m the one with sensitive skin. You’re always naturally tan.”

“Yeah, guess I got all the good genes.”

You also help Lee apply some on her back before she goes to dip her toes in the water. You finish applying the sunblock onto the bridge of your nose as Jeongguk comes out of the water. He is honestly a sight for sore eyes—deliciously toned arms and torso, wet hair slicked back, and swim shorts that are riding dangerously low. Jeongguk notices that you’re staring and winks at you, catching you completely off guard. Guess that was payback for what happened on the drive here.

“You still have some sunblock on your cheeks that you didn’t rub in well,” he says, bringing a hand to your face. He caresses your cheek softly, and you naturally lean into his touch. “Help me apply sunblock too, yeah?”

Squirting some more sunblock onto your hands, you tell Jeongguk to turn around as you begin at the base of his neck. Your hands move along the expanse of his shoulders and then down his back. You gently massage the lotion into his skin, fading the stark white into nothing. Then, you tell him to turn back around as you apply some onto his face too, laughing at the way his eyes close and nose cutely scrunches up at the cold product. When you’re done, his eyes open back up and settle into yours.

“Thanks.”

You smile, “No problem.”

“This is going to be a long week, huh?” God. You missed him, and he was right in front of you.

“Unfortunately,” you pout, already in a rush to return home so you can properly be with him. “But what can we do?”

“When there’s a will, there’s a way,” Jeongguk says, fingers briefly touching yours before he turns back to the ocean where Taehyung and Lee are splashing around. “Maybe it’s a good thing that Lee came this time.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Why?”

“She’s a distraction to Taehyung.”

“Uh…” you trail off, watching Lee laugh at something your brother says, “I don’t think he’s her type, honestly.”

“Well, she’s something—hopefully, it means we can sneak around them easier,” he looks back down at you briefly.

“About that…” you remember what Lee said earlier, “we’ve got to be more careful, Jeongguk. Even right now—we’re getting too suspicious.”

He frowns, “Did Lee say something to you?”

You take a step away from him, putting space between the two of you, “Yeah—she said she saw you looking at me and even told me that you probably have a thing for me.”

“She isn’t wrong,” he shrugs and your face heats.

“But still,” you roll your eyes, “if you don’t want to get caught, stop being so obvious.”

Jeongguk hums, “How long do you think we can keep this thing going?”

You aren’t exactly sure what he’s talking about. Does he mean sneaking around? If he’s talking about that then, honestly, you’re so over it—you don’t want to hide anymore. You’re tired of keeping this relationship a secret. You want to be able to touch Jeongguk in public, hold his hand, have him kiss you without repercussions—you’d do anything for that. But what if he’s not talking about that? What if he means this thing as in this non-existent relationship between the two of you?

“I don’t know,” you choose a safe answer, one that’s ambiguous. You also choose this moment to walk away from Jeongguk. Walking towards the waves, you gasp as your feet meet cold water. Turning around back to him, you whine, “It’s so cold!”

He laughs at your expression before following you into the water.

***

It is a few days into your trip when you see her.

You shouldn’t have been surprised in the first place, after all it was a beachside community so there are obviously other people here, but you are surprised nonetheless. You four are at the beach again, what more can you really do on a vacation like this, Taehyung and Jeongguk are in the water while you and Lee are sunbathing. From the corner of your eye, you see her walking towards you. Sitting up from the sleeping position you are in, you raise the sunglasses covering your eyes.

“Hey,” she speaks first, “I’m Hana.”

“Y/n,” you say before pointing beside you, “and Lee.”

She looks away from you and towards the water, “Are you guys with them?”

Following her line of sight, you smile softy at the way Jeongguk roughly pushes your brother into the ocean, “Yeah—the one with lighter hair is my brother, Taehyung. The other one is Jeongguk—his best friend.”

“Oh,” she remarks, eyes not wavering, “anyway, I just wanted to come over and see if you guys wanted to like, come to a party tonight.”

“A party?”

“Yeah, I host one every summer. There’s never, like, the same people here you know? Since most of these houses are rentals. But my family owns a house here so, I figured, why not? Meet new people.”

As she finishes explaining to you what is going down tonight, you notice that Jeongguk and Taehyung are walking over. Lee sits up too, giving you a pointed look that you don’t really understand; but it’s not like you have time to ask anyway because Hana is standing beside you.

“Hey…” your brother gives Hana a confused look before looking at you, to which you can only shrug.

“Hana,” she introduces herself, offering an extended hand to Taehyung. He accepts it for a second, letting go rather quickly. She then offers a hand to Jeongguk; he accepts it too, but it lingers for a moment. “I was just talking to…” she looks over at you and you fight the urge not to roll your eyes as you remind her of your name, “y/n about a party I’m hosting tonight. You guys are all, like, super welcomed to come.”

“Sure,” Taehyung says, “we’ll make an appearance.”

She smiles, “Cool—my house is the last one on the street. Party starts at nine.”

When she leaves, of course not before saying goodbye only to Jeongguk, you have a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach and you’re not entirely sure why. This couldn’t possibly be…oh god no…jealousy? Merely thinking about the possibility of being jealous blows your mind because you’ve never felt this way before. And you honestly have no right to feel this way since you aren’t dating Jeongguk.

“So, are we actually going?” you pipe up once Hana is out of sight and mind.

“I don’t see why not,” Taehyung shrugs. “Besides, there will be free booze. What do you think, Jeongguk?”

He shrugs as well, “I guess.”

These boys are unbelievable.

“Why?” your brother asks. “Do you not want to go?”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t care if we go or not. But since you two are going, I guess Lee and I will tag along.”

The four of you return to the rental house a few hours later to get ready for the party. You and Lee call the shower first, making a claim that it will take longer for the two of you to get ready. It wasn’t like you were going to try super hard or that you brought party clothes anyway. You figured this party would be more chill anyway; at least, you hoped it would be.

You put on a simple spaghetti strap loose tank and tuck it into a pair of high waisted denim cut offs. You liked these shorts because they made your legs look long and your butt look good. Lee wears something similar but chooses a denim skirt instead. Posing in the mirror, she arches her back and asks, “Does this make my butt look good?”

“Definitely,” you laugh, “but no, really—you look good.”

A few minutes before you all head over to the party, you stuff your face with a few last-minute carbs because you planned on drinking to your hearts content. You and Lee meet your brother and Jeongguk outside, and when you see him your poker face almost falters. Leave it to Jeongguk to make the simplest pieces of clothing look like sex. Dressed in nothing more than a pair of ripped denim shorts and black t-shirt, he looks like a million bucks.

The two of you make the briefest eye contact, not longer than a second or two, but it leaves your stomach burning for more.

At precisely ten o’clock, because who shows up to parties on time, you ring the doorbell of Hana’s place; well, at least you hope it’s her place. But you’re sure that it’s her residence because it’s the last house on the street, and there’s a bass pumping so heavily you feel the vibrations even outside.

“Hey!” a voice exclaims as the door opens, and sure enough it’s her. You’re about to return the sentiment, but you realize that she’s not even looking at you despite the fact that you’re standing right in front of her. Hana’s looking behind you—where Jeongguk stands tall—and you resist the urge to say something. “You guys came.”

Opening the door wide, she ushers you all inside and the second you step over the threshold, you’re shocked at how many people are here. For a party in a beach town—you actually didn’t realize this many people were here because you haven’t seen anyone—you’re impressed. The house is pretty big, with a winding staircase in the middle of the entrance room. All the lights are dimmed, and there are also flashing LED lights placed in random corners to provide interesting light sequences.

“So, yeah, make yourselves comfortable—drinks in the kitchen, feel free to hang in the living room or you can dance,” Hana points somewhere, “I think that’s people are trying to start over there.”

When she turns her attention to Jeongguk, you pull Lee’s hand and make a beeline for the kitchen. You needed a drink, bad. Popping the lid of a wine cooler off, you down it within seconds. Lee finishes hers too and looks at you. “That Hana chick leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

Laughing, you clink empty bottles with Lee, “Same.”

You grab another bottle and follow Lee back out into the action of the house party. In all honesty, you’re not really in the mood to socialize with anyone. You didn’t even really want to come to this party; however, the thought of leaving Jeongguk and Hana alone in a house made you sick. You don’t know her, which means you also don’t know what she is capable of. The girl knows that she attractive, and people who think that way always know how to get what they want.

Walking through the house, you and Lee decide that the music playing through the sound system is popping enough to dance. Dancing was better than having to actually talk to people anyway, so you make your way to the small makeshift dance floor. If going to college parties and clubs has taught you anything, it’s that you shouldn’t care what others think about your dancing. You weren’t a good dancer by any means, you are actually far from it, but it was fun and a great stress reliever.

Swaying your body to the beat of the music, you laugh as Lee jokingly bumps her hips against yours. You close your eyes and throw your hands up in the air as you get lost in the music; you try not to think about anything and only focus moving your body. But it’s a little hard not to think about anything when you open your eyes back up and the first thing you see is Jeongguk awfully close to Hana. They’re standing in another room, side profiles in your line of sight. She’s laughing hysterically at something he says and keeps touching his arm.

A strange feeling burns through your veins and in order not to regret any decisions, you turn around and continue dancing with Lee. Ignorance is bliss, you hope. After a song or two, your hips are still moving but you twist your head around to see if they’re still talking and sure enough they are. Yet, you’re caught off guard. What causes you to stumble a bit in your movements is the fact that even though Hana is obviously talking to Jeongguk, he’s looking at you.

Even from across the house, you can tell that there’s a storm brewing in his usual soft eyes. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you return the look before rolling your eyes. Yes, it was awfully childish, but you’re annoyed.

After another song, you let Lee know that you need to use the bathroom. Walking around, you find a bathroom tucked down a hallway on the first floor. You pee and do whatever else you have to do before washing your hands and glancing at yourself in the mirror. Scrunching your nose, you take in your slightly sweaty face and messy hair. Well, you look fucking exhausted. As you open the door to get back out, you curse when you see that Jeongguk is standing on the other side.

“Oh my god, what are you doing? Move,” you exhale.

“No,” he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Move.”

“No.”

You’re getting frustrated. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he scoffs. “More like what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“M-Me? I—” you feel insulted. “Are you fucking serious I’m—”

You raise your hands to push him out of the way, but Jeongguk’s reflexes have always been faster than yours and he grabs your wrists before you can even touch him. You tell him to let you go, that you have to go back to the dancefloor, but he doesn’t listen to you.

“Do you think that I’m going to let you go back out there and have everyone look at you shake your ass like that? Fuck. No,” he says and pushes your body back into the bathroom.

Jeongguk kicks the door closed before turning you around so your back is pressed against it. You hear him lock the door, but your eyes don’t stray from his face. The expression he has in his eyes right now is wild—he looks so pissed, and it would be a lie if you said you weren’t completely turned on right now.

“What?” you egg him on. “You didn’t like the show?”

His left hand grips your hand tighter. “Hated how hard it made me.”

And that’s when you realize the bulge in his shorts. He grinds his hips into you and you bite your lips from releasing a moan. Shit—you can’t tell him know how much he’s affecting you. You also try your best to keep a straight face because you can’t let Jeongguk know that despite how mad you are at him, you would also do anything he asked of you. “Hmm…how do I know you’re hard because of me? Could’ve sworn I saw you talking to Hana—maybe she turned you on?”

“Hana?”

“I saw the way she was looking at you and how her hands were literally all over you—you probably liked it, huh?”

Jeongguk tilts his head, a smirk on his lips, “We’re you jealous?”

You freeze, “No.”

He continues to smirk before leaning down to brush his nose along cheek, lips close to your ear. Jeongguk presses a kiss below your jaw that has you shivering before whispering, “I knew it—no wonder you’ve been in a pissy mood all day.”

“I was not in a pissy mood today.”

Your own voice sounds weak to your ears. And this is the moment in which you knew you were fucked. You hated how well Jeongguk could see through you sometimes; how he knows your emotions just based off your facial expressions.

“I kind of like you like this—jealous and angry,” he laughs into the crook of your neck, “it’s so hot, baby.”

“Oh, fuck off, Jeon.”

“I can fuck you, if you want,” Jeongguk raises his head, nodding down to the bulge in his shorts, “but I need you to be a good girl first and suck my cock. Can you do that?”

To give into temptation or not? You’re so mad at Jeongguk you immediately fall to your knees and begin to undo the buckle on the belt around his hips. Desperate hands tug down his shorts and boxer briefs in one go, and you almost groan at the way his cock slaps against his shirt. He was so hard for you already and you loved it. Your hand wraps around the base of his member as your tongue licks all the precum off his tip.

Jeongguk shudders against your touch, hands fisting your hair as you slowly push him all the way into your mouth. You give yourself a moment to adjust to his size before pulling all the way out with a loud pop. Drool already begins to dribble down your chin, and Jeongguk proceeds to tell you that you’ve never looked prettier.

“Fuck my mouth,” you say, and it doesn’t take him longer than a second to put himself back into your mouth and begin pushing his cock down your throat.

“God, y/n,” he says, hips thrusting. “Your mouth feels so good, fuck.”

He begins to move faster, causing you to gag and choke a little. But it’s nothing that you can’t take—you trust Jeongguk and he knows your limits. After another second or two, he pulls out and raises you up for a kiss. His mouth moves against yours before letting go and pushing you against the sink. He’s pressed against your back and this allows you to look at yourself in the mirror.

Jeongguk tells you to unbutton your shorts and pull them down, along with your underwear. You oblige, looking into the mirror at his expression as you tease your clothes slowly off. You also purposely rub your ass against his still hard cock as you drop your shorts and underwear to your ankles.

“Are you going to fuck me?” you ask, still looking at him in the mirror as he bends you over.

“Hell, yes,” he replies, “and I want you to watch yourself get fucked in the mirror.”

He enters you without a warning and you immediately fall over, clutching the faucet for support. Jeongguk fucks you hard, hips slamming roughly into your ass with each thrust. You raise your body back up, looking into the mirror at your completely fucked-out expression. Arms braced against the counter, you don’t hold back any moans or words as you allow Jeongguk to completely take over you.

“Feels s-so good,” you’re nearly in tears. “I love your cock—inside of me.”

“Yeah?” your praise only boosts his ego, causing him to move faster. “You love my cock how much?”

You moan, “So much.”

You feel close to the edge, you can literally feel it on the tips of your fingers. And maybe it’s the fact that you’ve had so much pent up aggression inside of you, or maybe it’s just because you’ve missed this, but you reach your orgasm quickly with a silent scream. Your walls tighten around Jeongguk and he curses, letting you know that he’s close too. Catching your breath, you turn around and whisper sweet nothings to him, telling him to cum inside of your pussy and that you want his cum so bad.

It does the trick because he lets out his own cries of pleasure as you feel warmth pool inside of you. Jeongguk pulls out of you and you slip a finger inside, a jolt of sensitivity passing through you as you feel his cum there.

“I’ve always liked cream pie,” you muse, smirking.

Jeongguk laughs at you before leaning down to press a chaste kiss against your bare shoulder. “I love you.”

You stop, hands slipping out of you and body becoming rigid. Jeongguk must realize what just slipped out of his mouth because he backs away from you and curses. You feel dizzy as you brace yourself against the counter, “You what?”

“I didn’t mean it—I mean—” he stutters and your heart sinks. He didn’t mean it.

“Oh,” you feel your throat becoming constricted, “I see.”

Slowly, you begin to feel tears prick your vision. Fuck, fuck, fuck. As quick as you can, you pull your underwear and shorts back on and reach for the handle of the door. You only manage to unlock it before Jeongguk pushes a hand in front of you. In the time it’s taken you to do all of this, he also pulled his own shorts back up as well, eyes wide. You look down and push him out of the way. He cannot see you cry right now. How embarrassing could you be?

“Move,” you tell him, blurred vision making it hard for you to really see.

“Y/n, can we talk about this?”

“Move out of the way.”

He sighs, “Y/n, I—”

“I said move!” you finally look at him, and it’s evident that he can see the tears pooling in your eyes because he takes a step back.

You’ve never opened a door so fast in your life. You run out of the bathroom, warmth falling down your cheeks. You don’t even know where you’re running—all you know is that you need to get out of here. Running back into the crowd, you search for the front door. Dammit; why can’t you remember where it is? You wipe your face, hating the fact that you’re actually crying right now. Behind you, you hear someone call your name, but you don’t even bother to turn around because you already know who it is.

Taking a leap of faith, you make a left and immediately run into Lee. “Oh my god—y/n! I’ve been looking everywhere for you, where have you—wait…are you—?"

“I’m going to head back first, okay? Can you let Taehyung know? I don’t know where—”

“What the fuck happened to you?” she interrupts, looking incredibly concerned.

“Ah—don’t worry about it,” is all you say before you’re bolting off, running for the exit.

You run into other people, but you don’t bother to say sorry or excuse me—you just go, wanting to get as far away from Jeongguk as you possibly can. You don’t stop, or breathe, until you find the front door. Once you’re there, you run out the door and all the way back to the rental house. It’s already late, so your parents are fast asleep. Moving as quietly as you can, you close the door firmly behind you and walk to the room you share with Lee.

The second you close the bedroom door, you sink to your knees—legs weak from running more than you have your entire life and from everything that’s happened today—and let out a sob. You don’t even know why you’re crying for Jeongguk. And it isn’t until you’re curled up in a ball in bed that you realize the reason why: you’re in love with him.

***

Now that you’re actually thinking about it, maybe you’ve always been in love with Jeongguk.

You knew that you felt a lot for him, because he was your first everything, but love? That word never ran across your mind until now. But when you think about the emotions and connotations of love, all you can picture in your head is Jeongguk. To you, he is the sun and stars—the source for your happiness. You’ve always felt more like yourself with him; and without him, you are a mere shell of the person you could be.

He brings out the best in you, despite your complicated relationship, and you always want to be around him. You crave his touch, his voice, his presence—hell, just being in the same room he was in made you so happy. Of course, the sex was also amazing too; but, it was amazing because Jeongguk is amazing.

You think back to all of your first experiences with him and you realize that even before all of the sex, you’ve always felt like you had a connection with him. He’s just so easy to talk to, and all these feelings probably started that first summer he joined your family on the beach trip. You’ve just been suppressing it all, convincing yourself that being with him sexually was enough. But now, you don’t know what to do.

You’re in love with him, but he doesn’t feel the same way.

***

The next day, you don’t leave the bed at all.

You lie to your mom, claiming that you’re feeling sick or whatever, but you’re a terrible liar—you’ve always been. However, thankfully, your mom doesn’t question it and lets you curl up in bed the whole day. Occasionally, Lee comes in to grab something or ask if you need anything, but you always give her a curt no. You’re just not in the mood, honestly; you just wanted to go back home and pretend that this trip didn’t even happen at all.

Sometime after lunch, Taehyung swings by the room to ask if you’re dead yet.

“Nope, still very much alive,” your reply is monotone.

“Cool. Well, hope you feel better soon sis.”

Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, Jeongguk doesn’t pay you a visit. Not that you expect him to, but you thought that maybe he was going to come by and finish explaining himself to you. But he doesn’t, and this fact probably leaves you more wrecked than before.

As day shifts into night, you’re still curled up in bed. Lee comes back to the room rather early, claiming that the boys are just going night fishing and that she doesn’t want to do that. After she showers and finishes getting ready for bed, she takes her place beside you and faces the other direction. For a while, you don’t hear her move or anything and you think that she’s already fast asleep. You wait another minute before you turn onto the side you prefer sleeping on, and that’s when Lee suddenly turns her head.

“So…” she begins, “when were you going to tell me about you and Jeongguk?”

You feel like a deer caught in the headlights. “What?”

“Y/n, I’m not stupid,” she rolls her eyes, “I can see.”

You shut your eyes tightly, pulling the blanket over your head. “How did you know?”

Lee pulls the blanket away from you, “Well, first of all, he came after you yesterday.”

“He did?” You remember hearing him call your name, but you thought that maybe he let it go since he didn’t run all the way back to the rental house.

“He sure did. After you ran off, he came to me and asked me where you went,” she says, “and I could tell he was super stressed. I could also tell that you two had been together because you guys had the same I just got fucked look—messy hair and disheveled clothes.”

You feel yourself fall deeper into the bed sheets, “Oh…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asks. “I even brought it up!”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “I wasn’t sure how to explain it, and it’s been, like, I don’t know—three years now? So, I don’t know how to bring shit like this up in normal conversation—”

Lee stops you, “Three years? Oh my god, y/n! I thought that maybe it was just a recent thing—”

“Shut up! You’re being so loud! My parents might hear!”

“They don’t know?”

“No one knows, Lee.”

“So, it’s like just a thing between you two?” she asks.

You nod, “Yeah, we agreed in high school that we weren’t going to tell anyone because things would get complicated.”

“Are you two…together?”

“Define together.”

“Oh my god, y/n,” she flips onto her back, “you’ve been fucking Jeon Jeongguk for three years now, and you don’t know if two are together or not?”

“I mean, if you’re wondering whether we’ve been only having sex with each other, then yes—that’s a fact. But other than that, we never defined the relationship between us,” you explain.

“So…the whole time he was at college, he wasn’t sleeping with other girls?” Lee looks like she doesn’t believe you.

You shake your head, “He wasn’t.”

“Okay, let me just get this straight: you and Jeongguk are fucking, but not together-together. You two are also in college, which means a lot of sexy people, but you guys aren’t sleeping with said other sexy people. Right?”

“Yes.”

“You two aren’t dating,” Lee says this as a statement, but it sounds like a question.

“Correct.”

“Then why are you still doing this thing with him? Don’t you want a real relationship? Or wouldn’t you rather be single and mingling? I’m assuming he’s the only guy you’ve ever been with, but I don’t get it,” she scrunches her brows before laughing, “I mean, it’s not like you’re in love with him or anything.” When you don’t laugh with her, the lightbulbs in Lee’s head light up, “Y/n…”

You awkwardly smile, “Yeah…I know.”

“Is that why you ran away from him yesterday?”

You proceed to explain the whole ordeal to Lee, starting from the very beginning of your relationship with Jeongguk until now. As you’re telling everything, you’re surprised at how strange it all sounds to your own ears. Maybe this relationship was really fucked up and you never realized it. When you’re done, Lee looks at you with her mouth dropped wide open.

“Well…” she flattens her lips.

“What?”

“I don’t know what to say,” Lee replies honestly. “Are you in love with him?”

You blink a few times before slowly nodding you head, “Yeah, I am.”

“Did you tell him?”

“Uh…I just realized my true feelings last night,” you exhale, “so, no.”

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t know.” You say this because the revelation actually terrifies you; you’re in love with Jeongguk but admitting this out loud will only result in your disappointment. He just slipped up yesterday—he actually didn’t mean it when he said those three little words. Honestly, you just needed to get over it. But the real question was: how?

“You do realize you’ve known him for years and that he’s your brother’s best friend?”

You give her a pointed look, “Exactly—he can’t possibly feel the same way.”

“Y/n, you never—” Lee begins, but you interrupt by turning around.

“Anyway, I’m tired—good night.”

You actually aren’t tired—you’ve been sleeping all day for crying out loud—but you don’t want to hear any more about Jeongguk. If there’s anything you’ve learned about him after all these years is that he doesn’t like you that. Sure, your bodies were compatible but besides that? There was nothing else there. You have simply fooled yourself into thinking that there was something more there than there actually was.

Lee falls asleep before you do, but you eventually lull your way into dreamland too. When you wake up the next morning Lee is already gone, and you realize that you can’t fake sickness again today—especially because you aren’t actually sick. Forcing yourself out of bed, you hop in the shower and wake yourself up before getting dressed for the day.

As you’re getting ready, you realize that it’s finally the last day of the trip—you guys leave tomorrow morning. Relief washes over you at this news. Tomorrow, you get to go home and forget this all ever happened. Maybe you can get a part-time job or something when you get back, or just go back to school early. You really aren’t in the mood to see Jeongguk again after this trip.

When you walk out of the bedroom, your mom is flipping pancakes. She looks up, surprised to see you up. “Well, hello sleeping beauty; didn’t think you were going to get up this morning.”

“I feel much better today,” you lie, taking a middle seat at the island. “Where’s everyone?”

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you see that it’s just past 10 o’clock. Your mom hands you a plate, “Your dad and the boys are still sleeping. They went fishing last night and didn’t get back home until around five this morning. And I think Lee’s just outside.”

And as if on cue, she walks through the door and immediately sets her eyes on you, “Good morning.”

“Grab some pancakes, Lee,” your mom also hands her a plate, “we’re all having a late breakfast this morning.”

Lee takes a seat beside you and helps herself to a few pancakes. She turns to you as you stuff your mouth with a bite, a smirk on her lips. She doesn’t say anything though, and you realize why as heavy footsteps make their way into the kitchen. Your body tenses up as you feel his presence fill the space; Jeongguk always had that effect on you.

“Sweet—pancakes,” your brother says from somewhere behind you. “Oh—y/n.”

You feel Taehyung occupy the other seat beside you. Turning to look at him, you realize that he literally just rolled out of bed—messy hair and all. “Nice hair.”

“Nice to see that you didn’t die,” he retorts, grabbing a whole pancake and shoving it into his mouth. “You missed all the fun yesterday.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” your mom reprimands him like a child, and it shuts him up real quick. “Come and eat, Jeongguk.”

“You can have my seat,” Lee says, quickly stuffing her last entire slice of pancake into her mouth before getting up, “I’m done.”

You shoot her a murderous look; what a fucking traitor. However, she only flutters her eyelashes and smiles at you. After Lee drops her dish into the sink and walks away. Your mom sets out another plate before saying that she’s going to do some laundry. When she’s gone, you feel Jeongguk slowly sit down. He’s right beside you, yet you can’t look at him. Your body is so tense, you can’t even finish your food. If it weren’t for your brother, you probably would’ve combusted.

“Can you guys believe that we go back home tomorrow?” Taehyung breaks the silence.

“Can’t wait,” you mutter, playing with your food.

Soon, Taehyung finishes too and tells you guys that he’s going to get ready to go back to the beach. You tell yourself that you need to leave too, but your body doesn’t move. Once he is gone, Jeongguk drops the fork in his hands and turns to you.

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk,” you respond immediately, not even looking at him.

“Dammit, y/n, I’m serious,” he sighs.

“I’m serious too.”

You can tell that he’s getting frustrated by the way his hands grip the counter, “Why won’t you look at me?”

“Because? I don’t want to?”

“Baby…”

“Oh my god, don’t you fucking dare baby me,” you say, finally looking at him. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

Jeongguk meets your gaze, “Can you stop being so damn difficult?”

“Fine? You want to talk so fucking bad? Then, talk.”

“Not right now,” he says. “Tonight—meet me behind the house, where the shed is. I just want it to be the two of us.”

You roll your eyes, “Right, like a fucking shed isn’t suspicious at all.”

“You have an awfully wicked mouth today,” he says, causing you to raise a brow. He moves closer to you and whispers, “And I don’t know if I want to kiss you more or have you suck me off right now.”

“Well, you’re not getting either so,” you say, moving back from him and clear your throat. Only Jeongguk can manage to make you angry and turned on at the same time. “And fine—I do think that we should talk.”

Things were very different now and you want to be real with him. And in order to do that, you have to talk it out. Also, you’re tired of this—tired of all the secrets and lies and irrational feelings; Lee was right when she said that three years without being clear cut is a long time. You’re tired of hiding.

You and Jeongguk agree to meet up when everyone’s asleep—to minimize questions. Besides, it was the last day, so you already knew that everyone probably wanted to get a good night’s sleep. You spend the rest of the day thinking; you think about everything that has happened, what you’re going to say later, and what’s going to happen after this trip.

But most of all, you think about Jeongguk and hate that he is the reason why you feel so much.

***

You wait until Lee is fast asleep before you tiptoe out of the bedroom.

It’s just past midnight and you quietly make your way through the house, out the back doors into the backyard. Immediately, you’re greeted by the moon’s spotlight on the ocean and shiver a little at the cool night breeze. Thankfully, you brought a sweater for nights like this.

Earlier, Jeongguk texted you to let you know that Taehyung passed out early—that was more than thirty minutes ago. He told you that he was coming out first and that whenever you were ready, you could meet him. You turn the corner of the house and see the cute little shed nestled underneath two palm trees. Well, it wasn’t exactly little, but it was cute; it almost looked like a house.

As you walk closer to the shed, the doors open and you see light emit from inside. Do sheds have light inside of them? But this question fades when Jeongguk appears from inside and extends a hand towards you. Immediately, you stop in your tracks and raise a brow. “Yes?”

“Are you going to come in?” his hand is still extended.

Without saying a thing, you simply nod and accept his hand. Jeongguk pulls you inside and you gasp as you take in how the shed looks like on the inside. “Does this shed normally have Christmas lights that fill this space and pillows and blankets covering the floor?”

Turning to Jeongguk, you watch as he sheepishly smiles, “I might’ve have added a few things.”

“It’s pretty,” you smile, surprised at the fact that he bothered to decorate, “but it doesn’t mean I’m no longer angry at you.”

“Noted.”

You take a seat amongst the blankets as Jeongguk pulls the doors of the shed closed. He turns back around towards you and that’s when you realize how awkward this actually is. You and Jeongguk have never been this awkward around each other—hell, the man has seen you naked more times than you can count. However, here, you just don’t know what to say, much less what to do.

“I’m—”

“So—”

The both of you decide to speak at the same time, and when you realize this you both break into laughter.

“You go first,” he says, sitting across the shed from you.

Taking a deep breath, you exhale, “First of all, I’m sorry for acting like a child. I mean, I had a right to act that way; but at the same time, I know it wasn’t exactly proper or whatever. Secondly, I think we should…” you trail off, struggling to get the words out, “I think we should stop.”

“Stop?”

You can’t look at him, “Well, yeah. I mean, you said yourself that you don’t like me, much less love me, and so I don’t want to keep you tied to whatever this is. Because you deserve to be happy and just because i—”

“Y/n,” Jeongguk interrupts you.

“What?”

“Shut up.”

You blink, “What—?”

He runs a hand over his face, chuckling a little to himself, “I brought you out here to finally confess my feelings for you, yet you want to end things between us?”

His words hit you like a fucking truck. Your mind is running a million miles and you struggle to wrap your head around what just came out of his mouth. “You—wait, you’re going to…confess?”

“Yeah…” Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck, eyes not meeting yours. You watch as pink slowly begins to color the apples of his cheeks. Never in all of your years of knowing him have you ever seen him so flustered; Jeon Jeongguk doesn’t get flustered. He was always confident and sure of himself. You don’t know how to handle this side of him, but you kind of like it. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” you hum, eyes looking expectantly at him.

“I love you.”

“You do?” you question, thinking back to the last time he let those words slip out. “Are you sure? I mean, you said that the other day and—”

Jeongguk closes the short distance between the two of you, lips meeting yours. Compared to all of the other kisses you’ve shared with him, this one is admittedly different. You don’t know how to explain it, but this kiss makes you feel as if you and Jeongguk are the only people in the world. He breaks away from you after a moment, “I love you.”

This time, the words bring a smile to your face. Leaning in, you press another kiss to his lips, “I love you, too.”

He wraps your body with his arms, tackling you to the ground. Laughter escapes your lips as Jeongguk braces himself on top of you, presses kisses all over your face. You ask him how long he’s been in love with you, to which he replies since that one summer and your heart constricts because that’s when you fell for him too. When you tell him this, he presses a kiss to your neck and you can feel him smiling.

“Why’d you never say anything?” he asks.

“Why did you never say anything?” you throw the question back at him.

Jeongguk raises his head, “Because I was scared you’d say no, especially because Taehyung is your brother. And then when we started having sex, fuck—y/n I was so happy. So happy that you gave yourself to me like that. For a while, that was enough; then, I don’t know…something changed, and I realized that I wanted more.”

“Yeah, because we never defined the relationship I thought that you were only in it for the sex—I mean, you never stayed long afterwards and I don’t know...I just thought that I could live like this too. But, I’ll be honest, Jeongguk I was getting so tired of hiding.”

He kisses you again, “We’re stupid, huh?”

“Very,” you sigh, moving so you can bury your head into the crook of his shoulder. “You know, I always thought that you only saw me as Taehyung’s little sister.”

“Well, yeah, at first,” he says, “but then I discovered that you’re actually a beautiful person—inside and out. Those words you said to me at the beach that summer really changed my life, you know?”

His words make you want to cry because you never knew any of this and you can’t believe this has all been buried for years.

“You really think those things about me?”

“Of course,” he grabs your hands and brings them towards his lips, pressing a kiss along your knuckles. “But you probably only love me for my hands, huh?”

Your mind flashes back to when you made the comments about his hands and you laugh a bit before slowly dragging them down your body. Jeongguk raises a brow at you, already knowing where you’re going with this. “You know, I love everything about you—I love your smile, your sweet disposition, and passion for life. But—I do love your hands inside of me, like really deep inside.”

Jeongguk doesn’t need anything else before he flips you onto your back and slips his hands inside of your shorts and underneath your panties. You lean up to press your lips against his as he begins to rub your already sensitive clit. Soon, you realize that sex with someone is actually ten times better when you’re in love with them.

***

“Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

“Yes—can I call you my boyfriend?”

He kisses the tip of your nose, “Of course, girlfriend.”

“So, are we going to tell my parents?” you ask, body still curled up beside him.

One would think that the shed would be uncomfortable, especially for sex, but it’s actually quite cozy and you’re glad that Jeongguk decided to haul a few blankets into here. You also realize that this is the longest you’ve spent beside him post-sex, and you love it. Your body still hums with delight at the news that Jeon Jeongguk is in love with you, and that you love him back.

“Hmm…if you want. But I don’t think they’d mind, honestly—they love me,” he muses, and you crack with laughter.

“Confident, aren’t we? Who’s to say that my dad isn’t going to try and cut your dick off?” you laugh as the mental picture makes Jeongguk shudder beside you. “I guess the real question is: do we tell Taehyung?”

“He might actually cut off my dick,” he says, “so you better enjoy it while I still got it.”

You smirk, “Round two?”

And Jeongguk’s answer comes in the form of a kiss.

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