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koreanmadeingreece · 4 years ago

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Why, why, why (11)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). OKAY FINAL CHAPTER PEOPLE I’M EXCITED!!

Warnings: a little bit of smuuuut but not much hahah

Word count: 2K

Part 11/11 First / Previous

Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash @aiforyuu @fineapplehoe (thank you for staying with me till the very end!! <3

You mentally slapped yourself in the face and, after a pep talk from Taeyong, you were ready to get dressed and go. It was Saturday, so you didn’t have any obligations or classes, and probably neither did he. It wasn’t his turn to help with the movie night, Taeyong told you. You thought he’d have returned home by then, that he couldn’t have stayed out all night, but apparently you were wrong. You seemed to be wrong an awful lot of times lately, you thought. Taeyong had told you where his house was, yet he wasn’t in. Or he wasn’t answering the door. Considering the state he left you the previous night, it would make sense not to go back home.

The next thing you could do was call the friends that you knew he had. You sat at Yuta’s doorstep and called Johnny first, because he seemed like the most reasonable option among the ones you knew. “Hey. Don’t say my name. Is he there?”

“Hi. He came here for a while last night, but he left early in the morning. I didn’t ask. He didn’t seem to be in a right state of mind, and I assume you had to do everything about it.”

“Yeah. You couldn’t be more accurate,” you replied.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll have to find him first.”

“Isn’t he at home?” Johnny wondered.

“Apparently not. Any idea of where he could be?”

“Check Mark’s house.” With that word, he gave you Mark’s number, which you immediately texted.

You: You don’t know me, but is Yuta there? Johnny gave me your number.

Mark: Y/N, right?

You: Yeah. So, he’s there.

Mark: He was, but he just left. He didn’t say where he’d go.

You: You’ve got to be kidding me. Anyway, thanks.

Mark: If you’re looking for him, just make sure you’re doing it for a good reason.

You: Don’t worry, I am.

You cursed at the universe for not letting you see him. As you sat on the steps, you leaned forward and put your head between your legs. You needed to calm down. You needed to find him. You had to put an end to this.

The safest thing you could do was wait for him exactly where you were. You knew he’d eventually show up, so you got comfortable and decided to spend the entire day there. Thankfully it wasn’t too cold, and it didn’t seem like it was going to rain. You took your phone and scrolled through your tumblr account, hoping that your mind would relax for a while.

After about forty minutes of endless scrolling, with your body practically melting on the doorstep, you felt someone coming your way and you scooted away to let them get into the building. You hadn’t realized that the person standing next to you was no other than Yuta.

“I didn’t expect to find you here.”

You lifted your head up. You panicked as soon as you saw him and got up, standing right in front of him. “I didn’t expect things to turn out this way, but here we are.”

“I went to your place today, but you weren’t there. I assume you were here all this time, judging by how sleepy you look.” He paused. “Come in.” He took out his keys and led you in the apartment. His place was beautiful. It wasn’t huge, considering he was only a student, but the decoration was unbelievable, and he also had it pretty clean.

“I came here first thing in the morning. I left my house around the time you probably left Mark’s.”

“You called Mark? Wow, I didn’t know you’d care so much about this.” He was looking straight into your eyes, his gaze piercing you, yet at this moment he looked away. He was…embarrassed? You wanted to talk to him, but he beat you to it once more. “Look, the way things are right now, I can’t do many things. I assume you know how I feel, considering that you’re here and that Taeyong probably told you. You’re in love with another guy and I thought I could handle it, at least until I saw you like that.”

“Yuta, I-”

“No. Let me finish. Y/N, I’m in love with you. I don’t know how it happened, how I got to this point, but it’s true. I know you’re committed to someone else, but I just have to get this off my chest.”

“Yuta, wait-”

“Just let me say this. I can’t believe what’s going on because I was the one who brought it to myself. My ego didn’t let me be nice to you and get to know you in time, so it was only natural that I’d lose you. I know that this changes everything, and you probably won’t want to see me for a while, but you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Your eyes,” he paused, and you managed to see one little smile forming on his lips for a moment, “they made me fall in love with you in the first place. You don’t know how many times I wanted to break his face whenever I saw you with him, but I knew he wasn’t at fault. He was good to you, so I had no say in this. I want you to be mine, Y/N.” He stopped talking and looked towards you, eyes watered, ready to cry.

“Yuta, shut up,” you said, and watched his face literally explode.

“I tell you all that and you-”

“I broke up with him.”

“What? Why? But, yesterday,” he couldn’t believe it.

“I ran outside to find you as soon as you left, but it was too late. I couldn’t bear the thought that I was the reason your smile faded away. Yuta, I’d do anything to see you smile again,” you said. He wasn’t moving. He was waiting for you to explain everything to him, why you did what you did. “I liked Jonghyun, and I think I stayed with him because I thought I couldn’t be with you. That night at my house, after we went out, I got scared. I knew I couldn’t trust myself around you, so I tried to focus on my relationship. Apparently, that only made it more difficult for me to realize that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re,”

“I’m in love with you, Yuta. I want to be around you, I want to spend time with you, hell, I know I would’ve kissed you that night if Taeyong had let us. I tell you bad jokes just to see you smile.”

“Your jokes aren’t that bad,” he smiled and took one step towards you. You read his movements and came closer to him as well. Moments later, you finally did what you couldn’t before. Your lips against his, it was the softest, but at the same time most passionate sensation you’d ever felt. You were in love with each other, and it was all you ever needed. You deepened the kiss, taking the time to savor the feeling of being so close to him without restrictions. You were young, you were in love, and you could enjoy it all you wanted.

You broke the kiss and looked at him to see if the same thing was on his mind, but you got your answer from his look. You took his hand and led him inside, only to stop and realize that you had no idea how the layout of his house was. He laughed and took the lead, showing you the way to his room. You found yourselves standing next to the bed, awkwardly taking each other’s clothes off. Your shirt came out first, then his, and then your pants. He stopped for a second, only to look at you.

“I’ve seen this sight before, and it hurt me that it wasn’t my hands that touched you. Having you so close to me like this takes my breath away.”

You placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m so sorry, Yuta.” You pressed your body against his, without it being sexual. You just wanted to let him know you were with him and you weren’t going anywhere.

“I want you to be mine.” He kissed you once more, taking off your bra. He softly placed you on the bed, his body on top of you, kissing your neck and your collarbones. He got up only for a second, to get your panties off you. You gently pulled him close, as he was only a breath away from finally being yours. His hand roamed on your body, finding its way to your clit, a finger entering your folds, and then a second one.

“Yuta, I want you,” you moaned, showing him that you were ready.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, and you didn’t know why. You liked how much he respected you, but you couldn’t even imagine a world where you wouldn’t want this.

“More than ever.”

He reached out to his nightstand and took a condom, rolling it on his length. He came on top of you, and with a gentle motion he was inside of you. You couldn’t believe how you stayed away from him for that long. He started moving in a slow pace. “Y/N,”

“Yuta,” you moaned his name as he brought you closer to your release.

You felt so close to him at that point. You had your release at the same time as his. He got up and disposed of the condom, then came back to the bed and laid next to you.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he laughed. “Why are you here, in bed, with me?” he asked.

“Maybe because you’re all I ever wanted, you idiot.” You placed your hand on top of his stomach, your head on his chest. His hands were wrapped around you, and you spent the entire afternoon in bed, bodies intertwined as if you’d never let go.

“You know, I wanted our first time to be special. If it ever happened, at least. I had no idea you’d come here, or that we’d end up like this,” he said.

“It was special. Every moment we spend together is special to me, Yuta. I don’t know how you didn’t see it earlier.”

“Your boyfriend didn’t really help me, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” You placed a soft kiss on his chest.

“So, are we, like, together now?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how embarrassed he was of the entire situation.

“Do you not want to?” you teased and lifted your head, only to watch him blush in seconds. “I’m kidding. Yes, we are. I really want that.” You placed a kiss on his lips.

“Don’t let go of me ever again, okay?”

“I won’t.”

Bonus scene:

The gang was all at your house. Your friends, Taeyong’s friends, everyone was trying to fit on the couch and on the pillows you had on the floor. You had decided to invite everyone over after everything was cleared up, even though you didn’t have the time to fill them in besides Taeyong. When Chan, BamBam and Yugyeom saw that Yuta opened the door of your house were shocked, but didn’t say anything, until they saw you approaching and resting your hand on his waist.

“What the fuck did we miss?” Chan asked you, and you chuckled.

“Probably a lot,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you turned to Yuta and kissed him on the lips in front of them. “See, I can do that now.”

“Y/N, I can’t believe you’re using me to impress people.”

“Oh, and wait till you see his navel piercing,” you said, completely ignoring him, and leaving Chan in a state of shock at the same time.

Johnny and V expected this to happen, so they weren’t that shocked when they saw. After a while, everyone got comfortable, and Yuta decided to put a French comedy. He knew how much you liked them anyway, and all of you needed something to relax. You brought popcorn and sat next to Yuta at the floor, seeing how betrayed Chan was that he hadn’t already heard the details from you. He only settled down when you promised you’d tell him later that night.

It was chaos, but it was your chaos. Your life. And it was a life you cherished.

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pennyserenade · 3 years ago

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tagged by: @softanon (thank you!)

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Favorite color: green

Currently reading: i’m reading a book called wise blood by flannery o’connor for class

Last song: softer, softest by hole

Last series: our flag means death (which i really cannot recommend enough)

Last movie: wedding present (1936) which was admittedly a thirst watch. i got this cary grant dvd boxset thing and it was one of them

Sweet, spicy, or savory: probably savory and a little spicy

Coffee or tea: sometimes i’m a tea person, but sometimes i’m a coffee person. i’m finding i’m more of a coffee person lately

Three ships: stede x ed from our flag means death, johnny case x linda seton from holiday, and troy x abed from community

First ever ship: i can’t for the life of me remember the guys name but miley stewart and that little country boy in the hannah montanta movie.

Currently working on: i’m working on a javi one shot called people have talked and a short story for my class called today, tomorrow, yesterday

Favorite piece of clothing: this black cloth jumper/overall thingy i own. it’s very comfy

Comfort food: sushi

Favorite time of year: winter

Favorite fanfiction: i’ve consumed so much fanfic in my years of being alive, so it’s hard to pick a favorite, but i kid you not some of the finest fanfic i’ve ever read was beatles fanfic (and like i wouldn’t read it now, but i didn’t know any better back then). there was one called shelter in your love and another called devil in her heart. the author of those really taught me a lot about what you could do with fanfic and all the fun places you could take it. devil in her heart was a thriller of sorts, actually, and not so much a typical fanfic, if you will. if we are talking in the pedro fandom, it’s insanely hard to chose just one. @astroboots has many, many fics that i love with my entire being, with killing me softly and telltale heart being ones i revisit often. @mourningbirds1‘s don’t look and it won’t hurt just lives with me in my soul at this point to be honest. @frannyzooey’s frankie boxset feels like home, just so warm and lovely and absolutely delicious. @alwaysbethewest’s when i think about it makes me want to write for days and also never wanna write again because it’s just so damn good, you feel like nothing can beat it but also very inspired at the same time. @highsviolets‘ waterfall inquiry literally made me write again after taking a very long time off of it, because it’s just so beautiful that i made me feel creative again. there’s so many good fics out there

No pressure tags for folks I would like to get to know better: @astroboots, @beskarboobs, @southotheborder, @frannyzooey, @alwaysbethewest, @jazzelsaur, @radiowallet, @mourningbirds1, @highsviolets

#misc.

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lennonsprincess · 4 years ago

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I cant wait for all the fics to come out later, I'm going to read them and have a good night so thank u so much 🥺👉👈 Can I request a fic about john really loving Paul's ass? Paul has a really big ass and so john and him are watching tv and john starts to play with his ass, and lays his head on it as a pillow, and slaps it, and they have sex and john pulls out at the end so he can come all over Paul's ass Tysm !!🥰

*smut*

John/Paul

John and Paul were lying on the couch with the TV turned on. They weren’t exactly watching the TV, they were really just sitting quietly, enjoying each other's presence. They were both stripped down to their underwear, not seeing the point in putting any clothes on as they were alone. Paul was lying on his stomach with John sitting beside him. He was taking up most of the couch but John wasn’t going to complain because he had a wonderful view of Paul’s lovely ass. John loved Paul’s ass. It was one of his favourite things about Paul. It was big and perky, and John just loved the feeling of his dick buried deep inside it. John groaned quietly at the thought of fucking Paul and decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

John grabbed a handful of Paul’s ass, causing Paul to let out a surprised noise.

“Hey!” Paul yelled, looking back at John. “What are ya doing.”

“Just feelin’ ya up, kitten.” John said, giving it a squeeze and slowly pulling Paul’s underwear down. “God... I just love your arse, baby.” John groaned as he brought his face down to place a few kisses on Paul’s soft buttcheeks. Paul giggled and squirmed at the sensation of John’s soft kisses.

“Mmm J-Johnny…” Paul giggled.

John slowly pressed his face against Paul’s soft cheeks and turned his head to face the TV.

‘This is the softest pillow I’ve ever used.’ John throught.

They sat like that for a while until Paul started to squirm, causing John to lift his head off of Paul. John went right back to playing with Paul’s pretty ass, spreading his cheeks apart so he could get a good view of Paul’s tight hole. John brought a finger down to trace around Paul’s rim, watching as it clenched and unclenched. John groaned at the sight. Oh what he would give to sink his cock into that tightness. That’s when John remembered he could do just that.

John quickly got up off the couch and shuffled over to his bedroom.

“W-Where are you going?” Paul yelled, sad that John had stopped his fun with his ass.

John didn’t reply, but was back in no time with a small bottle in his hand. Paul felt his stomach start to tingle when he spotted the bottle of lube in John’s hand.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with your ass, Paulie” John mumbled as he got back on the couch, giving Paul’s ass a light smack.

“Oh… John.” Paul whimpered at the feeling of the hit.

John grinned at Paul’s moan, as he coated his finger in lube and brought it down to Paul’s hole. Paul shivered when he felt John’s wet finger circle his rim, dipping in every once in a while.

“Uhh… put it in Joh- aH” Before Paul could even finish, John had shoved two fingers inside Paul. He slowly curled them inside Paul, loving the moans and whimpers he pulled from Paul.

“Ooh… Johnny…” Paul moaned, grinding his ass back against John's fingers.

“You like that, princess? You like my fingers in your delicious ass?” John teased.

“Mm… yes.” Paul continued to push back against John’s fingers, needing them to be as deep inside him as they could.

“You’re so greedy, baby… is there anything else you want?” John asked, thrusting his fingers even deeper inside Paul.

“Ah! Y-Yes… I want more… mm!” Paul whimpered.

“What do you want, kitten?”

“Y-Your cock…”

John groaned at the confession and slowly pulled his fingers out of Paul. John quickly slid his own underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection. He grabbed a hold of his dick and rubbed some lube on it.

“Babe... hurry up…” Paul mumbled, wiggling his ass to tempt John.

John moaned and slapped Paul’s ass, causing him to squeak in surprise.

“Soon… you’ll be begging me to slow down, luv.” John chuckled as he lined up his dick with Paul’s hole. He could already feel Paul rocking against him desperately.

“You’re so naughty, Paulie.”

And with that John pushed in. He groaned at the sensation of Paul’s tightness wrapping around his eager cock.

“Oh… fuck Johnny~” Paul moaned when John bottomed out.

“You’re so tight baby.” John growled as he started to move inside Paul.

“Y-You’re so… mm big~”

John started to pick up the pace, watching as Paul’s ass jiggled with every thrust.

“Oh god, princess… the view from back here is amazing…” John moaned.

“Y-Yeah?” Paul whimpered out.

“Yeah… your pretty arse is fuckin’ jiggling for me… fuck I love it so much…” John rambled, picking up his speed.

John suddenly had the urge to spank Paul, just to see how much it would jiggle then. He reeled his hand back and let it down against Paul’s ass harshly, never letting up on his thrusts for a second.

“Oh fuck!” Paul screamed at the slap, bringing him closer to orgasm.

“You like that, kitten? You like it when I spank you?”

“I-I’m close Johnny…” Paul moaned. He felt as if one little movement would make him come. He was right.

As soon as John hit his ass for the second time, Paul came. He released all over the couch, screaming out John’s name.

“Mmm fuck… that’s it baby. Let it all out.” John picked up his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Ah, ah, ah! J-John!” Paul’s voice trembled every time John hit his prostate.

John looked back down at Paul ass, a sudden thought crossing his mind. There’s only one way John could make Paul’s ass look even more delicious. As soon as John felt he was about to cum, he pulled out, releasing his hot jizz all over Paul’s soft, red ass.

“Mmfuck…” John groaned, as he stopped coming.

He immediately brought his hands down to massage Paul’s cum-covered ass.

“How was that, princess?” John asked, rubbing his cum all over Paul’s ass

“Mmm~” was all Paul could make out.

#mclennon #john/paul #mclennon fic #mclennon smut #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #smut #fanfiction #requests

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ghoststorytmaaa-blog · 6 years ago

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ship with me you cowards

tagged by: @edhelgund

tagging: @facemypast / @battlesthatmatter / @warkept / @prouddov / @likesbeingbad / @hadnothinghadhim / @riseflame / @revenantwalkin

1. First ship you ever wrote fic for?

Enjolras x Grantaire back in my Les Miserables days

2. Ship you write most now?

Bucky x Steve with @battlesthatmatter / @artistwilled / @kinderdersterne

Bucky x Bucky with @facemypast / @primankapustoty

Bucky x Jonas with @prouddov

Bucky x Tony with @heprogress / @goldauric

Bucky x Felicia Hardy with @shesurvivor

Bucky x Thor with @lighteningbound

Bucky x Frank Castle with @revenantwalkin

Bucky x Bruce Banner x Hulk with @rationalunreason

Bucky x Jekyll x Hyde with @likesbeingbad

3. Ship you read the most now?

Stucky.

4. Newest ship?

Bucky x Legolas @edhelgund

5. Rare ship you want to read more of?

WINTERCASTLE

6. Your taboo ship?

Bucky x Sarah Rogers whoops @gctbackup

7. They never met in canon ship?

Literally all of my ships with the exception of Stucky tbh.

8. Your unexpected ship?

Bucky x Johnny Storm with @riseflame and Bucky x Reed Richards with @thatsmrfantastic

9. The ship you always forget to give love for?

WinterHawk!

10. Ship your OC with canon character?

Hell yeah! I ship Bucky with anyone and everyone

11. Ship you’re embarrassed to ship?

Pft I’m not embarrassed by any of my ships

12. Your most romantic ship?

Bucky x Ashley with @warkept the softest most damaged boys

13. Your sexiest ship?

Probably any of my ships with Smudge, but especially with their Thor @lighteningbound

14. Your most tragic ship?

All of them tbh, shipping with Bucky means pain. Though I think the one that hurts me most is anything I do with Britt’s Bucky, @facemypast especially in her rockstar verse. I’ve legit cried writing replies for her

15. Ship you want more content for?

WinterCastle again!! Ugh it’s so under appreciated and I can’t understand why!! And WinterThunder?? Another ship that I can’t understand why it doesn’t have a bigger following

#dash games #( this is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation / ooc )

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kpoptextauwu-archive · 6 years ago

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Three to Start

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Summary: Maybe a family wasn’t always a mother and father, maybe it was two boys who came into your life and one you found, maybe it was the simple touches and smiles or a series of dreams, maybe that's what made a family.

Pairing: Jeno x Mark (platonic)

Renjun x Mark (platonic)

Haechan x Mark (could be seen as romantic if you want)

Jeno x Renjun (I see it as romantic its up to you tho)

Prompt: Fantasy AU!

Fluff

Requested: No

Note: This is the 2nd to last part to the series by me and @ihf-ihop-ihi click here to read the rest

Warning(s): Johnny commits suicide but it's not descriptive at all like you can barely tell. Also, I made Ten and Doyoung dead out of spite against Froot Loops bc she got mad at me for writing angsty fics where members die.

Third POV;

The first one was Jeno. The fallen angel boy who fell from the sky, who seemed hard on the outside but was secretly the softest boy Mark had ever met. He had also become Marks first and only friend. Mark remembered the day he found him, his parents had another screaming match with him that day he went to visit so he ran. He was sick of their constant nagging and constant hate they put on him. All his life he was made out to be a disappointment because of his scales, and horns and glowing, color changing eyes.

As soon as the screaming had begun he grabbed the bag he brought with his clothes and book and left. He ran and ran letting his feet carry him wherever they wanted not thinking about the consequences. In this case, he ended up meeting one of his closest and most trusted friends.

When he stopped running he found himself in the woods by the city park and fairly deep in, it was a miracle he hadn't face planted or tripped over anything. As he realized where he was he slowed down to a walk to catch his breath. It had been raining when he left but now it was barely drizzling and the moon was peeking out from in between the trees. Mark sighed as he walked, being careful not to trip over anything until he walked into a small clearing.

On the edge of the clearing, he found a boy. Not just any boy but a shirtless one without shoes and soaked to the brim. He stepped closer to the boy taking him in. He didn't seem to be cold in the slightest even though the air was chilly and he was drenched, in fact, he seemed to be at peace as he slept. The boy's face was soft and incredibly handsome along with the rest of him, although Mark tried not to stare.

He watched for a few moments before he realized that it was a little creepy that he was watching a boy sleep in the woods. Blinking a couple times he rubbed his hands against his pants and sighed. He couldn’t just leave the boy here but if he woke him up there could be a chance he would get punched in the face, which he would rather not have. He pursed his lips in thought as he continued to watch over the boy, watching him roll over slightly. His eyes widened as he watched him roll over, the boys back had two long painful looking wounds across it. A huff fell out of Mark’s mouth, he truly couldn’t leave this boy now but he really wasn’t sure what he could do.

A breeze blew through the trees and Mark felt his bag bounce on his leg. He put a hand down to stop it and felt his finger brush against one of his long shirts and he paused. Slowly he brought out the shirt and placed his bag on the ground. He carefully folded it and took a breath stepping out of the trees he had been hiding behind. The sun was starting to come out as he quietly made his way over to the sleeping boy and placed the folded black shirt next to him. As he started to stand up the boy rolled over again kicking the shirt lightly and Mark froze, praying he wouldn’t wake up.

A sigh left Mark’s mouth as the boy just mumbled something in his sleep, but his eyes didn’t open. He quickly, but quietly made his way back into the trees where he had been hiding and watched as the boy opened his eyes. Mark watched him curiously until the boy's eyes made contact with his. He watched as the boy's eyes widened when they caught Mark's and sat up looking for him, but Mark was gone. He ran until he made it back to the park that connected to the woods.

He gasped as he harshly breathed in placing his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath. When he finally managed to catch his breath, he made his way over to one of the park benches and sighed, he didn’t want to go back to his house yet and he was slightly curious if the boy in the woods would come out. He chewed on his lip for a moment before reaching into his bag and bringing out his book, opening it to his bookmarked place and began to read quietly glancing up every once in a while to see if the boy had come out.

Mark only got to read a chapter of his book before he saw the boy he had given the shirt to step out, wearing his shirt. He pursed his lips and watched as the boy took in his surroundings his face void of emotion. He watched until the boy found Mark making Mark quickly look back to his book, shrinking slightly as he felt the boy approach him.

“Excuse me,” the boy said once he reached Mark.

Mark simply hummed in response not looking up.

“I was wondering if you could tell me where I was? I’ve never been here before and I’m a little, lost,” the boy said not leaving.

Mark mumbled a quiet reply about being in a park continuing not to look up. He didn’t know how the boy would react if he saw him.

He heard the boy huff, probably annoyed with how Mark was acting, “I can’t hear you, either speak louder or look up.”

Mark tensed slightly but slowly raised his head repeating what he said to the boy. He hardly heard himself as he spoke though, watching how the boy's eyes widened with recognition and took a step back.

A week passed since Mark’s fateful encounter with Jeno and it still bothered him. He had a deep feeling inside of him to find him again. He was getting restless so he made a quick decision grabbing his cloak off his bed and taking off.

The walk to the wood wasn’t far, thankfully, and Mark made it in record time. He had started wandering around the wood hoping to find Jeno even though, deep down, he knew it was a lost cause. He had probably gone to his house, or wherever he came from. Mark continued to walk around aimlessly until he began to approach a cave. His broke a couple sticks under his feet as he approached but he didn’t stop until he was right outside. Taking a breath he walked into the cave only to be met with partial light.

A couple of steps in and a sharp pain struck his head, small unintelligible whispers spreading around him. He was brought out of his daze and the headache faded as he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He whipped around until he was face to face with Jeno.

During that day in the cave, Mark had made a silent promise to himself. A promise to protect Jeno even though he could tell Jeno didn’t need it. Jeno had grown on him slowly but surely, which is how he found himself bringing Jeno pillows and clothes to his cave.

No matter how much he enjoyed taking all these things to Jeno every day it was starting to get tiresome, it would be so much easier if Jeno just lived with him. That’s how he found himself making a deal with Jeno in his cave one day and watching as Jeno pulled up his shirt to let Mark see his wounds.

The wounds were even more painful looking on full display, even though Mark knew Jeno couldn’t feel anything. Mark couldn’t help himself as he walked up to Jeno hesitantly reaching out a hand and brushing his fingers against them.

The moment his fingers brushed against them, he gasped, and suddenly he was no longer in the cave instead, he was out by a cliff, a thrashing lake below it and rain pounding in his eyes. A tall boy stood by the edge of the cliff his shirt soaked through with rain and hair dangling in his eyes.

"Johnny... please... move away from the cliff..." Mark heard himself say much to his confusion. Who was this, he didn't know a Johnny and how did he get here, he was just in a cave with Jeno.

"You don't understand Jeno I can't anymore," the boy, Johnny, screamed. Mark only got more confused. Jeno? Last he checked he wasn't Jeno.

"Johnny please listen to me. I need you to step away from the cliff, it's dangerous." Mark, or Jeno, or whoever he was replied.

Johnny just smiled a bittersweet smile at him, "thank you for being my friend Jeno. I appreciate it," and with those final words, the boy took a step back. Mark screamed as he watched him fall, fall, fall...

Then he was back in cave standing in front of Jeno who was harshly glaring at him. "Don't. Touch," Jeno hissed coldly, "I can't control what you see."

Mark nodded his eyes glazed over as images of the boy on the cliff filtered his mind. Instead of asking he continued to pick up the pillows that were scattered around. "What are you doing?" Jeno asked, throwing his shirt back on.

Mark rolled his eyes, "Packing for you to come live with me. We had a deal, remember?” He would ask Jeno about the boy later.

Mark brought Jeno into his apartment with all the pillows and clothes showing him where his room was.

"Hey I'll be back in a bit I'm gonna get the rest of your stuff. Follow me after you finish putting the stuff we just brought in your room," Mark said putting down the last pillow on the couch.

Jeno huffed but nodded opening the door to his room and placing the armful of blankets he had on the spare bed. "Alright."

Mark walked out shouting a quick bye to Jeno and made his way towards the forest again. He had just set foot in the woods when a boy rushed passed him quiet sobs coming out of his mouth. Mark stepped tentatively over the branches and rocks lining the forest ground, following swiftly after the sobbing boy.

Mark carefully pulled the hood of his cloak closer to his face. Casting darker shadows over his scaly skin. His forest green eyes twinkled as he watched the smaller boy stagger and sob. Upon hearing the faint sobbing Mark felt an ache of remembrance fill his chest. Without thinking he began to follow the sound until he came across what appeared to be a fellow hybrid sobbing.

The sobbing boy slowed to a stop in a small clearing. Mark stayed within the shadowy trees, hiding his presence while he observed weeping boy.

The boy tilted his head back, quietly whimpering. Mark gazed sympathetically at him, watching as his shoulder softly shook and his chest moved quickly. The wind began to pick up, a ruffling breeze flowing over the fawn boy, causing him to shiver. His long brown locks getting tangled into his antlers. Marks attention was piqued. His palms began to sweat, and his stomach abruptly churned, a silent whispering laugh swirling around him. Mark blinked rapidly and shook his head.

The fawn covered his face with his hands, his eyes tightly shut, blocking out the light shining through the trees. Mark silently stepped out from the shadows to revealed himself. "Why so blue Deery?" Mark called in a quiet voice, a murky shadow concealing Mark's lurking figure. The boy looked up instantly, frightened by the new voice, urgently looking around for the voice, "W-What?" He stammered, wrapping his arms around himself.

"I said, why so blue little deer?" Mark reiterated, stepping out of the shadows to reveal his figure. The boy shivered, rubbing his arms gingerly. His lower lip quivering. "I-I... I'm not wanted." He whimpered, casting his gaze down to the mossy ground.

Mark felt his heart pull, a wash of sympathy flooded Mark as he stepped closer to the boy. He crouched down in front of him. Marks glowing green eyes piercing into the boys almost black doe eyes.

"What's your name deer?" Mark hummed softly. Placing a hand on the boy's knee. "R-Renjun." He whispered fearfully, he looked into Mark's glowing eyes. "Renjun," Mark repeated. His eyes ghosted over Renjun's appearance. Mark extended his hand to Renjun, pulling him to his feet. "Come along now. You've other places to b-be." Mark hummed, his vision becoming blurry as he watched Renjun rub his eyes before taking Mark's hand, instantly trusting Mark.

"W-What's your name?" Renjun mumbled, following behind Mark blindly. Mark cast a glance over his shoulder, a wispy smile playing at his lips. "Mark." He responded. Renjun jumped with alarm as he heard his name, remembering what had just happened when he trusted a human. Renjun ripped his hand out of Mark's, fearfully staggering back. "Y-You're an h-human." Renjun tripped over his words, his hands pulled tightly to his chest.

Mark bit the thick of his lip, conflicted about revealing himself.

Small glass like tears slowly rolled down Renjun's flushed red cheeks. His lower lip gently quivering. Mark felt a tug in his chest, deciding against the prior warning of revealing himself to strangers, and slid the hood of his cloak off his head. Keeping his gaze cast downward, only the gentle curl of his horns visible. The quiet crunch of dead leaves rang in Mark's sensitive ears. A tender hand gently touched his cheek, he flinched away from Renjun's cold fingertips. Renjun took Mark's face in his hands, carefully lifting his face. Mark looked into Renjun's eyes, expecting disgust and hatred; but all Mark found was a tender warmth. Renjun giggled softly, using the sleeve of his jumper to rub his eyes. Renjun smiled at Mark, his unique snaggletooth fully displayed.

Mark was utterly confused by Renjun. Renjun so easily found peace with Mark's disheveled appearance and accepted the fact he had blue scales crawling up his neck, disrupting his skin with jagged bumps. "You're a Hybrid." Renjun hiccuped, a small excited tone in his words. Mark nodded, still amazed by Renjun's ability to accept Mark's appearance.

"You're not scared?" Mark inquired, unable to wrap his mind around what was happening. Renjun scrunched his nose, a pleased smile playing at his lips, and a pink blush crawling up his neck. "You're beautiful. I don't mind your scales, I think they're fascinating." Renjun complimented. Playing with a flower that captured his attention. Mark exhaled shakily, unsure if he heard correctly. Mark shook his head, gently taking hold of Renjun's hand again and pulling him towards the cave that Jeno had recently vacated.

Mark neared the cave, listening to Renjun mumble about the pretty flowers he saw as they were walking. Realizing how vocal Renjun was and began to notice how easily distracted Renjun was. Having to retrieve Renjun multiple times from scampering after a squirrel or something of the sort. He decided it was easier to just hold Renjun's hand so he wouldn't wander away.

"The flower I saw was blue, but it had other blue colors in it like light blue and- Hey! Look a butterfly! I like butterflies, butterflies are pretty. Mark, do you like butterflies?" Renjun hummed, happily swinging their intertwined hands. Mark chuckled at Renjun's childlike tendencies.

"Yes Renjun, I like butterflies," Mark answered. An amused twinkle in his forest green irises. Mark lead Renjun into the cave, listening to Renjun suddenly change the topic from what flavor leaf was his favorite to how much he disliked the dark. "Mark." A voice beckoned suddenly, coming closer. Jeno stood full stature, shoulder broad and back as he glared sharply at the fawn-like boy behind Mark.

Renjun had been too distracted by a songbird passing overhead to notice the death glares being sent his way. When Renjun's gaze returned, he rubbed his light pink nose. Jeno froze, analyzing the softer boy with judgemental eyes. Renjun's cheeks were flushed, spreading across his nose and staining the tip of his nose red from crying. The outer rings of his delicate doe eyes were red and bloated. Dirt smudged on his flushed cheeks from tears he had wiped away. Renjun connected eyes with Jeno, as if looking into Jeno's soul. Renjun tilted his head to the side with a look of confusion as he glanced over Jeno's figure.

"Jeno, this is Renjun. He's a deer hybrid." Mark introduced, releasing Renjun's hand. Renjun snapped his eyes to Mark, slightly flustered that Mark let go of their hands; Renjun had been enjoying holding hands. He gently huff, his dark eyes twinkling as he looked away. Jeno blinked rapidly as he stepped forward, grabbing Renjun by the shoulder.

Renjun gave a small frightened gasp as he was suddenly pulled, peering up at Jeno through his lashes. Jeno slid a finger across Renjun's smudged cheek, removing a single tear that had escaped his eye. Jeno faintly saw white freckles through the smudged dirt on his plump cheeks.

Jeno quickly linked hands with Renjun and lead him out of the cave and over to a Lake. Gently cupping water in his hands and rubbing it against Renjun's dirty face. Renjun closed his eyes, allowing Jeno to prune him. Jeno gently wiped away the layers of dirt built up on his soft skin, presenting the magnificent white freckles littered across his sharp cheek. Renjun's eyes fluttered open, looking between Jeno's eyes with adoration.

"I'm Jeno." He softly introduced. Renjun grinned widely, Jeno noticed his small snaggletooth but quickly focused back on the beaming boy. "You're my new friend." Renjun declared in a gentle tone, attaching himself to Jeno. Jeno was shocked but carefully wrapped his arms around Renjun's waist.

Mark watched in awe, gobsmacked by Jeno's sudden gentleness directed towards Renjun. Jeno never treated Mark like that, only had he been sassed and bitterly replied too. But with Renjun, Jeno acted like a different person. Mark sighed, shaking his head as he watched Renjun become distracted by a cicada, making Jeno come to look at it too. Mark felt a smile rise to his face as he watched them interact. Wandering back to the cave, Renjun happily included Mark in his endless conversations about everything and anything.

Days had passed since Mark had found Renjun and Jeno and he visited the small deer boy every day. There was never a dull moment with Renjun as he was always talking about something. Mark had noticed that Jeno especially had grown close to him. Whenever they would show up at the cave to see him Renjun would shout and throw his arms around Jeno happily, which Jeno would always gladly return as Mark would watch awe-struck. Whenever he tried to touch or hug Jeno he would get his shoulder punched and a nasty glare.

This day was like all the others with Mark and Jeno making their way from their apartment to the cave to see Renjun. They had been casually crossing the street, Mark leading, when a speeding car came shooting down the turn heading straight for Mark. “Mark!” Jeno shouted noticing the car.

Mark turned back to look at him confused, not noticing the car. Jeno gasped and quickly pushed Mark out of the way sending him sprawling on the other side of the road while they car rammed straight into Jeno sending him flying back.

“Jeno!” Mark shouted scrambling to his feet ignoring the cuts and scrapes he had along his body. He ran up to him and sighed out of relief when he saw Jeno laying there blinking, his once white shirt speckled red.

“Dear gods Jeno, why would you do that you can’t scare me-“ Mark started to ramble as the owner of the car ran up to them.

“Shut,” Jeno said holding up a finger to Mark telling him to be quiet, “Stop talking, its gonna take a moment for the ribs to heal.”

Mark just nodded closing his mouth obediently. Never had he been gladder Jeno was basically immortal minus the wounds where his wings were. “Oh my god is he okay I am so, so, so sorry I will pay for any medical bills,” the driver said rushing up to where Mark stood over Jeno.

“Oh yeah he’s fine just give him a second,” Mark replied nodding.

“I wouldn’t say the same about you though,” Jeno replied from the ground as he pushed himself up.

The driver stared at them shocked, that impact should have killed him. “What- What are you?”

Jeno rolled his eyes as he glared at the man, his features seething. “What’s your name?”

“Jaehyun,” the driver answered cautiously, still shocked from how Jeno was completely fine.

“Alright Jaehhyun, I want you to apologize to my friend here for almost hitting him,” Jeno said stiffly.

Jaehyun opened and closed his mouth a couple times before turning to look at Mark, “I’m- I’m sorry for almost hitting you.”

“Apology accepted,” Mark replied trying to stifle a laugh at the man’s flabbergasted expression.

“Great and one more thing,” Jeno said grabbing Jaehyun's shirt and punching him square in the face, “watch where your going next time.”

Mark laughed next to him as Jeno let go of his shirt and grabbed Mark’s wrist dragging him towards the forest to continue their visit to Renjun.

That night a bright gold light shone out of Jeno’s room. Mark knight his eyebrows and got up from the couch where he had been watching a movie. He walked up to Jeno’s door and knocked gently with no response. After he had knocked the third time he gently opened the door to find Jeno floating over his bed a gold light enveloping him.

“Jeno!” He screamed running up to try and grab onto Jeno and pull him back down, only for his hand to pass right through Jeno. He screamed Jeno’s name again as the gold light started to fade Jeno along with it until it was gone, and so was Jeno.

Three days passed since Jeno’s disappearance and both Mark and Renjun had been a mess. When Jeno didn’t show up to their daily visit the night after Renjun had cried as he hugged Mark.

When the next day passed with no Jeno, Renjun had sobbed into Mark’s arms making Mark’s heartbreak. Renjun shouldn’t cry, he should always be happy.

The third day was when he couldn’t handle it himself and somehow found himself slipping under a fence and sitting on the shore of a lake, throwing rocks into it. He hadn’t noticed any difference in the water until one of the rocks he had thrown at it shot back out and hit him in the head.

"Ow! What the hell was that?" Mark shouted rubbing the spot on his head where the rock hit.

“What the hell was that?” A voice replied in front of Mark.

Mark’s head shot up and he looked around widely trying to find the source of the voice but he couldn’t find one. “Who said that?”

“…Said that” the same voice replied almost sounding annoyed.

Mark quickly jumped to his feet still looking around for the voice, "Who's there? Why can't I see you?"

"...Can't I see you." The voice replied again.

Mark took a couple steps back his body trembling slightly "I-I promise I won't hurt you or do anything just please stop repeating me and show yourself."

"...Show yourself." The voice said again sounding very annoyed with Mark.

Mark took a deep breath and glanced around again, the voice sounded too real for it to just be his imagination. He scanned in front of him until he found an unnatural shimmer. He focused on the shimmer and traced it out until it came out in the outline of a boy. He trailed his eyes across the outline watching the boy standing on top of the water with wide eyes.

“Holy shit…” Mark said without meaning to.

“Holy shit,” the figure replied in agreement.

“Are- are you a ghost?” Mark asked the figure, watching as the figure rolled its eyes at him.

“Are you a ghost?” It shot back.

Mark was speechless as he reached up slowly pulling the hood to his cloak off his head to see the figure better. He paced around the beach running his fingers through his hair in astonishment, “This is amazing,” he mumbled.

“Amazing,” it replied, seeming to agree.

Mark turned back to the figure and was going to say something else when someone shouted his name from the forest, “MARK!” Mark knew that voice, he had been looking for it and he flinched at the thought.

“Mark?” The thing asked him.

Mark shrugged, "That's me. I have to go now I'll be back later. It was nice to meet you..." He trailed off hoping to get the things name.

"It was nice to meet you,” it replied curtly.

Mark ran another hand through his hair, “"Okay then. I'll see you." And then he was leaving. He had to reach him before he left again.

“Mark!” The voice shouted again.

“Jeno?!” Mark called back looking frantically for his friend.

“Mark!” He heard Jeno reply before a large figure ran into him. Mark whipped around to yell at whoever it was only to come face to face with Jeno, whose eyes widened when he saw him.

“Mark! Oh, thank goodness I found you I’ve been so worried…” Jeno began to say quickly.

“You absolute brat how can you say that,” Mark interrupted, “Renjun and I have been a mess since you disappeared, where did you even go?!”

“Shhhh,” Jeno hushed putting his hands on Mark’s arms to calm him, “I’ll show you but please calm down. I need you to trust me.”

Mark took a shaky breath and nodded, “You better have an amazing explanation,”

“I do, I promise, listen I was gone because I got my wings back,” Jeno said calmly.

“You what?!” Mark shouted.

Jeno chucked and turned around pulling part of his shirt up. Where his wounds used to be there was nothing except smooth skin. Mark brushed his fingers against where they used to be and inhaled sharply. “How- what- why?”

Jeno chuckled again turning to face him, “I saved your life without a second thought and was willing to give myself for you. Apparently, they saw it as worthy and gave me back my wings, and gave me a new person to look over.”

“Who is it?” Mark asked excitedly, happy to have Jeno back.

Jeno smiled at him, “It's you.”

“Me?” Mark asked surprised. Jeno was his guardian angel?

Jeno nodded happily, “Yep. I do have to explain a couple things to you, part of my deal was to tell you why I lost my wings and see if you’ll still accept me after.”

Mark knit his eyebrows and nodded thinking back to the boy on the cliff. Jeno took a deep breath, “I know you saw Johnny when you touched my wounds,” Mark nodded, “Johnny was the last person I was supposed to guard but as you saw I failed. Before Johnny, there were two others I failed to protect, Doyoung and Ten, both of which had a similar fate to Johnny. Due to the fact I failed to protect and save them, I was booted.”

Jeno looked at him shyly a hint of pain in his voice as he continued to explain, while Mark listened patiently. Once he finished Mark simply nodded. “I still trust you Jeno. I believe you’ll protect me.” Jeno smiled at him as a small shrill voice rang out.

“Jeno!” Renjun screamed and barreled into Jeno knocking him to the ground.

Jeno laughed loudly and tightly wrapped his arms around the tiny boy's waist, “Renjun, I missed.”

Renjun hit his chest lightly and giggled, “I missed you to dummy, where were you?”

Jeno giggled and poked Renjun’s nose while Mark stood there smiling. Jeno was back, now the only thing he had to figure out was the lake figure. Which was why he found himself walking away from said lake figure a week later.

“See you,” Mark said to the lake figure after visiting a second time.

“See you later,” it called out after Mark as he walked away skipping slightly. He began his trot back to the cave where Jeno and Renjun were waiting for him a smile still on his face. He couldn’t wait to figure out what the thing on the lake was.

As he approached he felt a looming presence over him. His eyes became bleary and he staggered a moment whispers filling his head saying unintelligible things. He whimpered slightly bringing a hand to his head and breathing heavily.

The whispers continued to get louder and louder until a pair of tan arms wrapped around Mark’s waist from behind making him jump and shriek. Mark whipped around to find a boy a little smaller than him standing and grinning. “Hey hey hey Mark,” the boy said grinning.

“Mark?” Another voice said behind him. Mark turned as he watched Jeno rush out of the cave to him Renjun following right behind him. “Are you okay? What happened? Who’s this? Did he hurt you?” Jeno said glaring at the boy and checking over Mark for any injuries.

Mark shook his head getting rid of the last of the whispers and took a shaky breath, “I’m fine Jeno, just startled.”

Jeno released a sigh of relief and turned his full attention to the tan boy in front of them, “Who are you?”

The tan boy huffed and turned to Mark, “Come on Mark you remember me, we were just talking a moment ago.”

Mark took a longer look at him until he met his blue-green eyes before his own eyes widened, “You're- your're-,”

The tan boy bowed, “Its a pleasure to meet you properly Mark, my name is Haechan, or as you know me, the magic lake spirit thing, which I am not I am a naiad there's a difference.”

Mark’s eyes continued to get wide as Haechan spoke. “How are you- what happened?”

Haechan giggled which made Mark’s heart speed up just a little, “I would like to personally thank you for breaking my curse. I can now speak and walk on land again and it’s all thanks to you.”

Mark and Jeno just stared at him blankly as Renjun’s voice rang out, “Hi Haechan! I’m Renjun, I’m a deer hybrid!”

Haechan took a step back as Renjun run up to him and hugged him tightly causing Jeno to stiffen. Haechan wrapped his arms around Renjun in a hug and looked at Mark putting a hand to his chest, ‘so precious’ he mouthed, which Mark had to agree with.

Giggling came out of Renjun’s mouth as he moved out of Haechan’s embrace and ran up to Jeno, “Jeno look I made a new friend!”

Jeno couldn’t help but smile happily as he looked down at Renjun, “I see, I’m so happy for you.”

Renjun giggled again and ran off to look at a flower that caught his attention.

“So,” Harchan clapped his hands, “I haven’t been able to speak for hundreds of thousands of years, let me tell you about the 16th century.”

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simply-tori93 · 6 years ago

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Borhap Fic Tag

tagged by the ever lovely @deacyatthedisco ! before i start this i wanna clarify that i do write fanfics but i don't upload them, so don't go looking for any bc you wont find any skdndkd ! i might eventually but idk

Favorite member to read about?

probably john or roger !

Favorite member to write about?

probably john ! i feel like i'm the best at writing for precious deacy honestly !

Favorite tropes?

anything cliché tbh. friends to lovers, high school sweethearts, what was supposed to be a fling turning into genuine feelings, etc.

Sugar daddy/sugar baby?

skdjskdn a major kink of mine i absolutely love sugar daddy relationships

Series or one shots?

it depends ! both of them are nice !!

Favorite fanfics?

starting with my best friend, @deacyatthedisco 's 'the makeup artist' series is so good ! every chapter is really refreshing and miranda writes so beautifully !! as an aspiring makeup artist myself, there's nothing i want more than to travel back to the 70s to be queen's makeup artist and get caught in a love pentagon between the members skdnsnkd i'm rly out here exposing myself

@yourealegendfred 's ongoing 'ollie' series is genuinely one of the cutest things i've ever read skdjsnkd ollie makes my heart uwu so hard. also her best friend code series was one of the best things i've ever read and honestly i loved every second of it

@hystericalqueenstan 's sex education series is so good ! i find myself eagerly awaiting every new chapter and i'm never let down with how amazing and well-written each chapter is !!

@bensroger everything abby writes is so good ??? i love like everything she posts, everything is so well written and i have yet to read a fic of hers that i found to be underwhelming. and also following abby during awards season is really great bc she gives her opinion on the borhap cast's outfits and honestly i live for it skdnskd

@johnnie-richard-deacon 's 'beau' series is the softest thing i've ever read honestly like,,,, all i need to survive is soft dad-to-be john deacon and i am t h r i v i n g rn y'all !!!!

there's honestly thousands of other amazing stories that i'm reading right now but i'm rly shy and dont wanna tag too many people that i idolize skdjsknd

also to those who i tagged, i'm sorry you had to read me fangirling skdnskdns this is embarrassing for me AND if i got anyone's pronouns wrong please correct me !!

#tagged

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ylla · 8 years ago

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Green Isn’t Your Color

Series: JJBA Characters: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, polnareff is kinda there Pairing: Josuyasu Tags: modern AU, jotakak mentioned one whole time, josuke is protective and okuyasu is a culinary student who’s working his ass off Rating:

AO3 tag

I farted this out in record time today. I’ve been trying to bang out fics before school starts back up and all my free time is eaten up by it. If I manage to get into the flow of writing, I’ll keep writing, but if I fall out of it, then I just stop and never write again for like, a million years.

Please enjoy Polnareff’s advice and Josuke shitting all over someone’s life because they picked the wrong person to fuck with.

Josuke didn’t believe in getting jealous. Why would he? He knew he’s a good looking guy; has the best taste in fashion, music, and men (better than the rest of these chucklefucks on campus at least). Heads turned wherever he went, girls fell over themselves to just be near him; hell, people even offered him modeling jobs. He was always showered with compliments, but he really didn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions of him (unless it was about his hair, then he would go to war over that).

He only cared what Okuyasu thought. Josuke knew he wasn’t just a handsome dude, but also an incredibly lucky one at that. No one could find a better boyfriend than Okuyasu Nijimura. It was impossible. Oku was the piece he never realized he was missing. And as long as Oku thought he was sexy, then that was all he needed.

So yeah, why would Josuke Higashikata be jealous of anyone?

That was question he asked himself, as he once again found himself grinding his teeth down to nothing at the sight of a pack of girls flirting with his boyfriend.

His classes for the day had been cancelled; he had the same professor all day and she had informed them that she was very ill and wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week. So, he decided to surprise Okuyasu, but lo and behold, his boyfriend was slammed with legit customers and a horde of females, and didn’t even notice when Josuke walked in.

Okuyasu was one of three freshmen that was accepted into the very prestigious, only accepts 5 students every other year, culinary program at their university. He busted so much ass and worked so goddamn hard to get in, and Josuke was so fucking proud of him.

A bonus to getting into the program (or a curse, depending on who you asked) was working in the culinary program’s café. It was completely ran by students, with only some oversight from the department, so students got carte blanche on the menu. Typically about 3 to 4 students were assigned together in a group, and the schedule rotated who took orders and who cooked. And every single time Okuyasu was manning the cash register, the same pack of girls would hog up all the seats at the counter to talk to him.

Josuke knew that Okuyasu loved him more than anything. And he could plainly see how uncomfortable his boyfriend was, surrounded by a fawning crowd of women who kept trying to touch him.

If he was honest, he couldn’t blame them and he wondered if Okuyasu felt the same way he did when Josuke was accosted by girls.

Okuyasu didn’t really do his hair up like normal due to food reasons, so he wore a snapback turned backwards to keep his shorthairs from falling out of his ponytail. If it was anyone else, it would look bad, but Oku was so cute in it. Tomoko had nagged him into going to the eye doctor after learning that he had never been to one in all of his 19 years of living. So it turned out he needed glasses, and now wore thick, black square-shaped frames whenever he had to do a lot of reading or writing. Work didn’t require a uniform, but he had to wear plain, solid color t-shirts, which was paired with nice skinny jeans and he usually wore Converse low-tops with it. To top it off, Josuke had went with him a few weeks ago to get his ears pierced.

He was every hipster’s wet dream. Which was the exact type of girls he was attracting: girls with piercings, multicolored hair, and tattoos who talked to him like he was this unemotional hardass, when in reality, he was the softest person Josuke had ever met. Gruff on the outside, gooey on the inside (a good example of this is like how Okuyasu always bawled his eyes out when Josuke brought him home sunflowers, then called him a sappy little shithead before giving him a kiss).

They had talked about this flirting problem before. Oku had made it very clear from the beginning that he had a boyfriend, whom he was madly in love with. This did help some, but the biggest, thirstiest offenders only became more aggressive in their flirting. He was too nervous to ask them to leave, in fear that they would kick up a big fuss and he would lose his job and thus, his place in the program. Most of the upperclassmen just teased him about it, rather than actually help. The only ones who cared was the other two freshmen, and they ran interference when they could.

Josuke didn’t want to jeopardize anything, so he had to suck it up and watch from afar as the ring leader, who was super-duper thirsty, stroked Oku’s arm. He immediately felt his blood pressure rise and decided he needed to have a smoke before he lost his damn mind.

The only good thing about a cold ass February morning was that the frozen wind did wonders in calming someone down. Mostly because your thought process devolves from “I’m so goddamned mad” to “JESUS CHRIST, IT’S COLD”. Unfortunately, it was only slightly working with Josuke. He paced in front of the entrance of the building, muttering cusswords to himself, feeling like a real McAsshole for being so pissy.

He needed to talk to someone, he needed some honest to god advice.

Josuke pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts: not Koichi, definitely not Jotaro or his husband Noriaki, not his mother because she would personally come to campus to wreak havoc, not Johnny or Gyro, not…

Well it’s not like he had many options after this.

He placed his call, feeling like a bastard because it was probably about 1 am in France.

The phone picked up on the second ring, “Bonjour, Josuke. This is a surprise.” Polnareff sounded wide awake.

“Hey man, uh, I didn’t wake you up, right?”

“No, you actually caught me at a good time,” there was an inhale, then exhale of breath, “I was just having my post-sex cigarette.”

Josuke groaned, “Gross, I didn’t need to know that.”

“Well, you are the one who called me at 1 in the morning, so forgive me.” Polnareff spoke in rapid French to someone in the background, “Anyways, what is on your mind, my pompadoured friend?”

This was a mistake, but it was too late. He had to soldier on, “I need…advice.”

There was a sharp, pleased squeal on the other end, “Really?? I’m so touched. I should have this moment bronzed so I can always remember this—“

“I’m hanging up.”

“Non non non, don’t be like that,” Polnareff said, trying to be placating, “Tell me, what’s wrong? Surely, you’re not after love advice?”

“Well…”

Josuke relayed the problem with Oku’s aggressive fan club. Polnareff listened without interrupting, only speaking when he was done, “So let me get this straight. You are upset that Okuyasu has all these fangirls after him, and he can’t get them to go away, in fear that he will lose his job?”

“Yeah.”

“And you don’t want to do say anything that could get him in trouble?”

“Pretty much.”

He heard Polnareff light up another cigarette, “And you also feel bad for feeling, as you put it, jealous over all the attention he’s getting?”

“It’s not because he’s getting attention,” Josuke was working on his second cigarette, “It’s that these harpies won’t leave him alone and keep flirting when he’s clearly uninterested.”

“Worried about competition?” Polnareff chuckled.

“No! I mean—I guess? I’ve never had to deal with this before,” Josuke said, frustrated that he felt unable to articulate how he felt without sounding like a complete toolbag, “Oku’s never had a lot of attention paid to him, which is a travesty—“

“Clearly not that big of a travesty, considering how you’re feeling right now—“

“He’s just such a sweet, good person! And so good to me! Not to mention, he’s hot as fuck, and stacked like a brick shithouse. It’s fucked that I’ve been the only person to see that…“

Polnareff made some assenting noises, before speaking in rapid French to whomever was there with him again. He turned his attention back to the phone, “Your colorful description aside. Are you worried that he’s going to find someone better and move on, now that he has all this new found attention?”

Josuke took to pacing again, “…I guess. But I mean, who could be better than me, am I right?” His laugh was hollow sounding.

“If it makes you feel better, you’re not jealous, you’re just being territorial.”

“Isn’t that like, bad?”

The Frenchman tutted, “A little possessiveness is fine, as long as it isn’t abusive or damaging. You’re also naturally protective over people you care about, so it feels worse when you notice that Oku’s uncomfortable.”

“Damn, that’s true,” Josuke sighed, finishing his cigarette.

“Also, he’s head over heels in love with you, kid. You don’t have anything to worry about as far as him ‘finding someone better’. He lives and breathes for you.”

Josuke glanced down at the bracelet on his right wrist. On their 1 year anniversary, Okuyasu had bought him a delicate little gold bracelet that had 3 small golden stars linked together. You’re the stars in my sky, and I love you is what Oku whispered to him when he clipped it on; Josuke may or may not have cried a disgusting amount of tears.

“I know. Just…feeling insecure I guess…” Josuke paused, “If you tell anyone what I just said, I will fly to France and shave you bald.”

“Yeesh, no need for threats. I have no plans on repeating this to anyone.” Polnareff sounded like he was wincing, nothing hurt him like threats to the hair, “Everyone feels insecure at some point in their life, even us beautiful people.”

“Just making sure.” Josuke sat back down, and fought the urge to smoke a third cigarette, “So, how do I deal with all this…” he made a gesture, but remembered Polnareff couldn’t see him, “all this horse shit?”

“My advice? Stake your claim. You don’t have to be a total dick. You don’t have to get loud or aggressive. All you need to do is get one of those seats at that counter, and mark your territory in front of all those girls.”

“What if they get pushy?”

He could hear the grin in Polnareff’s voice, “Just be your sweet self. Do everything I would do.”

“Don’t think I’m gonna get that adventurous, but I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks Pol, I owe you one.”

“You sure do, but that’s a conversation for another time. Goodnight, kiddo.”

“Night, man.” With that Josuke hung up, already scheming.

When he reentered the café, it was still earlier than he normally did, but the rush had died down considerably. All of the girls were gone save for the ring leader, who was sitting in the second nearest seat to the cash register. Josuke made a beeline for the one right beside it. Oku had looked to the door with a faint scowl, clearly not had having a good day until he saw it was Josuke that had walked in. His scowl melted away into that bright, sunny grin that had earned him his pet name, “Look who it is. Did class end early?”

Josuke took a seat and just made himself right at home, “Hey sunshine,” he smirked at the color that flooded his boyfriend’s face and pointedly ignored the death glare he was getting from the girl beside him, “No, my classes with Professor Kuhn got cancelled for the week, so I decided to stop in early. How’s your day been?”

“Bad, but now that you’re here, it’s a million times better.” Oku put his elbows on the counter, laced his fingers together, and rested his chin on them, “What do you want?” His glasses were slightly sliding down his nose; he was so cute.

“Hmmm, I dunno…” Josuke looked up at the ceiling, tapped his chin, pretending to think really hard before looking directly into Oku’s eyes, “Are you on the menu?”

If Oku went any redder, Josuke would be slightly concerned, “M-Maybe later…” Josuke heard a huff beside him but ignored it, “Uhm, how about for now though?”

“Well, I guess I can settle for my usual.” He slid Oku’s glasses back up into place for him.

“Gotcha. You want any fruit with it?”

“Hmmm, gimme strawberries, with a chocolate drizzle.”

“Aye aye. Hey guys,” He hollered into the open window, “I need a plate of crepes, with strawberries and chocolate drizzle, please and thank you.”

“Is it for your maaaaan?” called out what appeared to be a sentient high ponytail, since that was all Josuke could see in the back.

“Yeeeahhh…” Oku answered, blushing hard.

A buff, surly looking dude walked into view, “I suppose you’ll want to cut the strawberries to arrange them in a heart? Or sprinkle the confectioners’ sugar on with love?” he teased, light French accent coloring his voice.

Okuyasu sputtered, “S-s-shut your mouth!! Maybe I do, what’s it to you??” The buff guy winked at Josuke before walking out of view again. Looked like Josuke wasn’t the only one who had put up with an obnoxious Frenchman today. “Bastard,” huffed Okuyasu, still smiling and flushed despite the insult, “I’m gonna go cut the strawberries and shit. Holler for me if anyone walks up front, okay?”

“Go do work, sunshine, I’ll be waiting.” Josuke blew an obnoxious kiss at him. Okuyasu’s ears and neck were blood red as he skittered to the back.

Now that Oku was out of earshot, Josuke finally peeked at the girl beside him. She had gorgeous lime green colored hair; nose and lip rings, with a tattoo of some kind of dragon snaking up her arm. Very pretty, but her face was twisted into a sour glare, determinedly not looking at Josuke.

“I’m a lucky guy…” He sighed dreamily. Greenie didn’t even spare him a glance. “Hey,” he said, as if he was realizing for the first time he had seen her before, “You come in here a lot, right?”

“Yep.” She didn’t even look at him, pretending to be very interested in her phone.

Josuke turned his head towards her, resting it in his right hand, “Don’t you think Okuyasu’s the greatest?”

“Yeah, he’s cool.” She grunted, clearly not wanting to have this conversation.

“You know, my mom always told me to find someone who knew how to cook, was cute, and could kick ass. Never imagined I’d find all of that in one person.”

Greenie finally turned towards him, a thin, insincere smile on her face, “Must be nice.”

Josuke gave her a shit-eating grin, “Hell yeah it is… Hey, between you, me, and this counter,” he leaned in closer, speaking softer, “No one ever flirted with Okuyasu or pursued him except for me. Most people don’t realize how wonderful he is until they get to know him.” Josuke faced forward, watching Oku work in the kitchen, laughing at something the girl with the ponytail was saying. “He never had fangirls until…” Josuke’s eyes slid back over to her, “He started working here.”

She had the decency to look guilty, but it snapped into a sneer, “What, you wising up and realizin’ you got some competition?”

Unable to help himself, Josuke threw his head back and guffawed, “Oh honey, like you even stood a chance.” He looked back down at her, “There isn’t a chance in hell you could ever get with him. You’re not even his type.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re scared I’m gonna steal him away—“

Josuke started cackling again, “That’s too funny, you think you are remotely close to my level.” He leaned over again, going for the kill, “Green really isn’t your color, especially with your complexion. It washes you out and brings out those bags under your eyes.”

Honestly, Josuke expected her to either: A) start throwing punches or B) start crying. He got option C, which was her looking ready to murder him, but instead of acting on it, she threw all of her shit into her bag, and stormed off without paying.

“Don’t let the door hit your sad, flat ass on the way out,” Josuke called after her.

Okuyasu came back out carrying his food, “Did she leave without paying?”

“Looks like it. Can I get some water, babe?”

“Thank god,” Okuyasu sighed in relief, “She’ll be banned from coming here again. No more havin’ to deal with that shit anymore.” He slid Josuke the cup of water, “Tell me what you think.”

Josuke took a bite out of his lunch: fabulous, as usual. “You made these, didn’t you?”

“Maaaaybe. Do you like it?” Oku looked into his eyes, searching for a lie he assumed was coming.

“It’s amazing,” Josuke smiled up at him, “You’re amazing, and I love you.” He picked up one of Oku’s hands and kissed it, “Mine.”

His boyfriend went bright red, “Yours.” Oku pulled out his phone, “Alright I gotta clock out and get to class, I’ll be done around noon. You wanna go back to your place after I’m done?”

“Yeah babe, sounds like a plan. I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

Okuyasu walked into the back to get his stuff. When he returned he kissed Josuke’s forehead, “Enjoy lunch, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

There was a chorus of OOOOO’s from the kitchen; Oku flipped them the bird and kept walking. Josuke chuckled to himself as he finished his food.

“Oku’s got it baaad~” sang ponytail girl.

“Good job on getting rid of that girl,” The French guy was hanging out of the window, “Never thought we’d be able to get her out of here.”

Josuke held up three fingers, “There’s three things in in my life you don’t fuck with,” he started ticking down digits as he spoke, “My hair, my mother, and Okuyasu. If you fuck with them, I will ruin your whole day.”

“Sounded like you shat all over that girl’s life.”

He sniffed, “Wasn’t the worst thing I could’ve said to her.”

Like a good boyfriend, Josuke did homework and waited patiently for Okuyasu. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed until Oku plopped down beside him, “I hate math. I don’t get that algebra shit.”

Josuke patted his shoulder before putting his books into his bag, “You’ll do great in business math next semester.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so, and I’m right all the time.” Josuke hopped up, “Let’s go home.”

Okuyasu sighed and heaved himself up, “Only if we stop and get ice cream on the way, I’ll pay.”

“You spoil me…” Josuke gave him a smooch on the cheek before intertwining their fingers. He pulled his boyfriend close so he could whisper in his ear, “And I’ll spoil you when we get to my place.”

Josuke could feel the heat radiating off of Oku’s ear, “O-oh? You…you got anything in mind?”

“A lot of things, actually. But that’s all dependent on whether or not you’ve been a good boy—EEEE!” Josuke didn’t expect Okuyasu to pick him up like a bride to haul ass home.

They ended up saving ice cream for later.

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