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dreamyinception-world · 3 years ago

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Black and Blue: Chapter 8

Genre: College!AU + Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby!AU, Con Artist!AU, Smut, Angst, Light Fluff

WC// 4.4k

[18+ content ahead, please read with caution]

Tags: Con Artists, Smut, Mental Health Issues, Stalking, Financial Instability, Established Sexual Relations, Blood, Gore, Violence, Sugar Baby, Sugar Daddy, Rimming, Blow Jobs

Summary: Everybody has their own secrets, some more damning and horrifying than the rest. For college best friends San, Wooyoung and Yeosang, their personal lives are nothing less than intense with each other's pasts crossing into their present day lives. All three of them are desperate for a life in which they will all finally have some peace and stability. The question is: how far are they willing to take it?

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~writer's note~: wow this was a long awaited update for me and for others as well. after what i believe to be nearly a year of no update, here is the next chapter! i promise the next one will come faster than this one haha. enjoy!

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“Have you ever been to a fashion studio?”

“Hm?” Yeosang snapped out of his food-induced train of thought, little bits of chocolate stuck to his chin and nose. Seonghwa snorted and reached across to hand him a napkin, lightly motioning on his face for the blonde to wipe it.

They had been sitting outside on a bench by the Han river, watching the sun go down while eating some snacks. Well, most of the snacking came from Yeosang. The elder on the other hand, had just been admiring the view with small chuckles in between, watching the boy eat.

“U-Uh fashion studio?” Yeosang’s ears and cheeks were bright pink with embarrassment, trying to wipe away whatever was on his face but ended up smearing the chocolatey goodness even more. “No I’ve never been to one before. Only seen it online or on TV. Why?”

Seonghwa took the napkin from Yeosang and raised it to his mouth. With wide eyes, the blonde watched the tip of Seonghwa’s tongue swipe against the small corner, moving it up to his face and wiping away the mess completely before taking the dry side and wiping away any excess.

Suddenly, Yeosang became as bright red as a cherry tomato. Nonchalantly, Seonghwa continued.

“Well, you’re always at school all the time and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with me to the studio sometime. Get a break from all the stress?” He tilted his head and fought back the laughter from seeing Yeosang peek at him with one eye through his teal colored hoodie.

An invite? To his studio? Was his brain just imagining this event occurring? It was totally plausible, with the ethereal look that Seonghwa had on his face and the warm glow of the sun making him look damn near angelic. Yeosang had a hard time finding the words to say, trying to clear the lump in his throat.

“But..but doesn’t your work stress you out?” Yeosang said hesitantly. Of course he would love to see the process that Seonghwa has been going through with his brand, seeing how his success breathes and flows in action. However, he definitely didn’t want to overwhelm the designer with too much of his own work by being an incessant fan boy.

Eyes dancing over and watching the reflections of the light off the water, Seonghwa paused in a moment of thought before a smile spread across his face. “I love my job. Of course there are moments that are stressful, frustrating and down right annoying.” He looks back over at Yeosang. “It’s worth it though. To get to the end product of a beautiful work of art. Something that I can look back on and say ‘Wow, I did that. All of that is me.’ So, it’s okay for me to be stressed sometimes. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to show off a little.” Seonghwa winked.

“Are you sure it’s okay though? I really don’t want to want to interrupt-”

“I want you to come, Yeo.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened again. The tone of Seonghwa’s voice reflected some form of endearment. The words flooded out as if Yeosang were someone precious to him. He couldn’t tell if this was something normal or to be expected of someone who is some sort of halfway between a romantic partner and a friend. Yeosang’s lack of experience seemed to fail him in understanding his feelings and those that were being portrayed by Seonghwa.

Goddamn it, how am I supposed to understand or process anything with him talking to me that way?

The blonde was trapped so far into his thoughts that he didn’t notice the subtle way that Seonghwa was scooting closer. Two seconds away from noticing his hand moving closer to his and one second away from feeling the space between them become smaller.

“Yeosang?” The blonde snapped back into their conversation for the second time in the span of 15 minutes. His breath was held in his throat when Seonghwa tilted his head, taking his hand lightly. “If you feel uncomfortable, it’s okay to say so. I know the state of where we’re at right now is still a work in process. We don’t know each other super well, so you won’t be hurting my feelings if you decline.”

“Please,” Yeosang’s brain was running on its own, trying to bask in the moment that the two were having. “I want to see your work. I want to come.” If he didn’t speak now, the moment would be gone. Seonghwa will pull away. He may never have this chance again.

The designer’s eyelids fell a bit, moving his hand up to push a strand of Yeosang’s hair behind his ear. Cutely leaning into his touch, Seonghwa smiled sweetly, “Good. How about tomorrow then? I can pick you up at normal time and then you can come with me back to the studio. I’ll get us dinner and prepare everything. Is that okay?” Yeosang hummed in response, eyes fallen closed from the small massage the elder had started applying to the side of his head. Subconsciously, the blonde’s lips curved up into a small smile.

In the span of a second, Seonghwa’s heart began to race. The delicacy and softness of Yeosang’s touches, the sweet nature of his whole persona. Of course this was made aware to him from the moment the two of them met. But now, for some reason it was different.

Comfort. He could sense it from the gentle fall of the blonde’s instinctive anxious nature. Almost as if he had made home in Seonghwa’s own touch. His presence would represent the body of the bed and the pillows to cushion Yeosang and allow him to feel peace while he rests. His hands and embrace would be the blanket, coaxing him into the realm of happiness, where he didn’t have to worry about anyone or anything hurting him ever again.

Seonghwa wanted to capture this moment in his memory and have the ability to replay it over and over again. The future in which Yeosang would be able to continue to smile like this, whether he was close or afar. He just didn’t want it to disappear.

The sunshine brightening his whole face.

~x~

The ride back to San’s apartment was rather quiet. Yunho expected this, although maybe not for so long.

Once The younger boy’s mom was awake and able to speak with San, he asked to go in alone, shutting the door quietly behind him. All to be seen from the small window opening on the door, was San sitting by his mom’s side, her small frailed hand in his, with his eyes towards the ground.

When he came out of the room, he motioned for them to leave, all the energy seeming to leave his face.

He didn’t know what more to say or if speaking was the right thing to do right now. He definitely didn’t want to press into the conversation they had, knowing that it wasn’t any of his business or place to ask. San would simply tell him if or whenever he is ready to do so.

So then why did he feel so uncomfortable right now? Like he had gotten in trouble and was now being given the silent treatment?

“Ah..I forgot about dinner tonight. I should probably pick up something for the boys so that they don’t starve.” San spoke softly, pulling his phone into view and going to type when Yunho stopped him with a hand on his thigh.

“Do you have groceries at the apartment?” The tall boy took a glance at him when they stopped at an intersection. San thought for a second before giving him a small nod. “I’ll cook for everyone then.” San opened his mouth to object but Yunho beat him to it.

“It’ll be the best way for everyone to get to know me better. I know Yeosang but I’ve yet to meet Wooyoung. Don’t want to leave him hanging again on the side right?” Yunho smiled and squeezed his thigh soothingly when San rested his hand on top.

“Sure..” Is all that San could muster out, suddenly feeling the weight of the stressful day weighing on him. He leaned his head back against the head of the chair and let his eyes fall closed.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything.”

~x~

Most of the lights surrounding nearby restaurants had already turned off by the time Wooyoung left the cafe. The small breeze that flowed through the air had somewhat relaxed him after being inside for the whole day. There was a small steady flow of people on the streets, none of which were loud enough to disrupt Wooyoung’s walk back to the apartment.

His mind wandered to the life that he could have after graduating from college. Being able to take walks like this more often, maybe closer to the countryside where his parents lived. Maybe he would relearn how to ride a bike and peddle through the park, feeling the sun kiss his skin and the flowers from the trees fall down into his hair, rushing behind him from the momentum of his ride.

“You wanna be able to graduate with your friends and go live life right? So let me help you.”

Wooyoung let out a soft sigh.

Hongjoong was certainly different from Jongho. While Jongho put himself under some sort of sexual obligation to help Wooyoung through his academic problems, Hongjoong seemed inclined to help him from sheer empathy. He was seeking him out, almost with the intention of trying to have some sort of interaction with him. Whether good or bad didn’t seem to matter to him.

Ever since they first crossed paths at the convenience store, Hongjoong was always there. His smile was always kind, aura mysterious and confusing, but his eyes were innocent and sweet.

Wooyoung scratched the back of his head lightly. His curiosity was definitely peaked.

What does he do in his free time? He seems to be working with some sort of group of people from the guy that came with him last time. From his fashion sense and style, he definitely had to be into something artistic. Maybe he was a designer? Then the guy that was with him would be his assistant or something. Or maybe he was a dancer? He definitely had the vibe of someone who would go busking on the street with his friends. Or maybe..

What if he’s a musician?

Wooyoung was caught in his own thoughts so hard that he almost walked right past his apartment complex. Hitting a hard pivot, he punched in the key code and walked through the main entrance. Now was not the time to be thinking about Hongjoong. He’s only going to help him with his work. Wooyoung can’t afford any more distractions, especially with his career on the line.

Walking up the small flight of stairs, his stomach reminded him of the lack of food he’d had all day. Thankfully, he smelled something delicious coming from the direction of his apartment. San definitely had the best timing in the world.

“Ah, San-ah. Did you read my mind?” Wooyoung spoke out once he walked through the door, kicking his shoes off. “I didn’t even text you and you knew that I was going to be hungry when I came home.” The black haired boy didn’t give any pause with the lack of response coming from the kitchen, continuing to walk all the way inside.

“It smells fucking amazing, what are you cook-”

The boy stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on a tall figure standing by the stove. He knew that he was definitely tired but there is no way in hell San grew that tall. The guy’s shoulders weren’t as broad as San’s either, although his body was definitely larger than his friend’s.

Sensing someone was looking at him, Yunho looked over his shoulder, taking one headphone out of his ear. “Oh!” He paused what he was watching on his phone and brushed his hands off on the black apron he had around his waist. Wooyoung took a full step back once the man turned around completely.

He looked like a puppy in the face but was built in the body. He radiated the energy and vibe of the boyfriend aesthetic. The height was almost perfect to what Wooyoung dreamed his future boyfriend would look like. In fact, the way he looked was close to it too. Was the world finally blessing him with the man of his dreams? Was he dreaming?

Who..what the fuck?

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. I was watching this cooking video on my phone.” He chuckled. Chuckled. Wooyoung nearly ran into the kitchen chair, swallowing a little bit. While the guy was definitely attractive, without the sound of anyone else in the apartment, Wooyoung wondered how the fuck he got inside. “Are you okay?” Yunho tilted his head, taking a step closer only to stop when Wooyoung took a step back again, dropping his backpack on the ground.

“S-San?”

“Mm?” The boy in question peaked his head over the top of the couch, hair all over the place with eyes puffy. “Ah, you’re home.” He stood up and stretched, bones cracking loudly before he let out a heavy sigh. Yunho looked over and smiled at him while Wooyoung was left dumbfounded looking between both of them.

“Did you have a good nap?” San nodded at the tall boy’s question, going over the refrigerator and pulling out a carton of juice. He opened it and took a sip, brain finally rebooting enough to notice the “who the fuck and what the fuck is going on” look that Wooyoung was giving him.

“Ah. Woo, this is Yunho.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened, throwing his filter out the window. “This is the sugar daddy guy that you were talking about?” Yunho blinked before laughing lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well I wouldn’t necessarily refer to myself as a sugar daddy but, sure yes. It’s nice to finally meet you, Wooyoung.” His smile was damn near adorable. Wooyoung swallowed the lump that was left in his throat enough to speak.

“Nice to meet you too.” He spoke quickly with a short bow, keeping his eyes on the floor.

Noticing that there was some sort of awkwardness, Yunho cleared his throat. “I’ll get back to cooking now. It should be ready in about 10 minutes.” He moved quietly back over to the stove, giving San a quick kiss on the head. Soon after, he was back to watching the video and stirring. San drank more of his drink before moving past Wooyoung into the living room, not noticing the quick feet that were following after him.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me he was so fucking hot?!” Wooyoung chastised quietly, San plopping down on the couch.

“Sorry it didn’t come to mind after sharing my whole childhood trauma with you.” San folded an arm behind his head. Wooyoung grunted, smacking his foot.

“I’m serious! He nearly gave me a heart attack!!” San snorted, moving his feet across the pouting boy’s lap. He stretched and let out a small hum, opening one eye in hopes that Wooyoung would have stopped staring.

Nope, still looking as if wanting some sort of answer.

“I’m sorry. Just please don’t be weird around him. You’re gonna embarrass me.”

Not even 15 minutes later, the youngest was staring Yunho down in between bites of his food like he was trying to peel off his clothes with his eyes.

Yunho had tried to not let the looks make him feel shy, but his ears gave it away too quickly. San noticed and swiftly kicked Woo from under the table. Wooyoung shot a look back before continuing to eat.

“Yu, the food is great. Thank you for cooking for us. I really appreciate it.” Yunho looked up at the softness of San’s voice, smiling sweetly and nodding.

“I’m glad I could help.” His eyes landed over on the pot that was in the middle of the table. “My mom used to make this all the time when I was feeling sad or stressed. Something about the spices blended together, it just makes you feel good.” San hummed in agreement.

“Do you have any friends? Like hot friends that are tall like you?” San choked on his food lightly at Wooyoung’s blunt question. Yunho’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. He couldn’t even allow a moment of peace before asking something like that.

“Wooyoung!”

“What? It’s just a question!” He immediately shut his mouth seeing the look of death that San was sending his way, lowering his head into his bowl. Yunho let out a shy chuckle after a few minutes, rubbing the back of his neck. No one has ever spoken to him like that before, at least not in the realm of complimenting him so forwardly at the same time.

“I’m afraid you’re looking at the closest friend I have.” Wooyoung looked up in interest and slight disappointment. Yunho avoided the boy’s eyes to keep his shyness from lurching forward again.

“Unfortunately, when you’re the son of a successful business man, your choices in friends are quite limited- since most are either taking advantage of you to advance themselves or trying to bring you down.” San’s face saddened. He remembered the loneliness lingering in Yunho’s voice when they first met- how he would call every week and talk about how people perceived him. Even though he did everything right to get his position within the company, he still felt like an outcast.

“I..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” Wooyoung’s voice was laced with guilt, jumping a bit in surprise when Yunho’s hand landed over his.

“I used to be sad about it. Now?” A smile spread across his face, making San and Wooyoung’s hearts race. “I’m happy because it led me to San and then me to you. If you want to be friends with me too?” His head tilt accentuated his puppy-like appearance.

Wooyoung felt his whole face heat up, moving his hand away shyly. He mumbled under his breath, moving the spoon around in the soup. “I mean, if it’s okay with San then it’s okay with me. But you don’t need to be so charming like that. You’re gonna give people the wrong idea.”

Silence fell over between the three before Yunho burst into laughter. San covered his mouth lightly as the tall boy moved his hand away. “Understood.” The three continued to eat and share chuckles between each other at the pout on the young boy’s face.

~x~

Yeosang walked through the door quietly, knowing well that everyone had to have been asleep. He had never been out this late, not even for school. Something within him felt guilty even though he didn’t do anything wrong. He was sure that San and Wooyoung wouldn’t be upset with him. He was the least likely person in the group to be outside late doing something bad.

Slowly taking his shoes off, he noticed another pair that was next to San’s. Eyeing them a bit more, he imagined they were Yunho’s. His bottom lip subconsciously jutted out. I should have asked Seonghwa hyung if he wanted to come back with me..

Yeosang was surprised when he walked down the hallway and saw the dim light over the kitchen sink was on. Around the corner, San had a robe tied loosely around his waist, filling up two cups with water. He looked up when he heard Yeosang come in.

“Hey! I was wondering when you were gonna come home.” His voice wasn’t laced with the concern that the blonde expected. San placed the cups on the counter and leaned against it, smiling softly at Yeosang. “Decided to spend more time together with Seonghwa hyung?”

“Mhm~..” Yeosang couldn’t hide the smile on his face. Letting out a small chuckle through his nose, San cupped his cheek and kissed it lightly.

“I’m glad.” He brushed the pad of his thumb against Yeosang’s cheek, only moving back when he noticed the increased blush on the blonde’s cheeks. “There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry. Yunho made it.” His voice was soft as he grabbed the two cups and moved to leave the boy to his business.

“Sannie?”

“Hm?” He stopped before reaching the hallway, turning at the sound of Yeosang’s voice. There was hesitancy littered on his face, as if finding the right words to piece together his sentence.

“Do you..think it’s okay for me to have this kind of relationship with Seonghwa?” His voice came out soft and cautious. San came back fully into the kitchen, setting the cups on the table. He began to sense guilt on the blonde boy’s face.

Did Seonghwa do something to him? Were things not the way that they had planned it?

“I mean he’s pretending to be my boyfriend, having to spend so much time after work to take care of me. I just wonder,” His voice trailed off, seeing San get a bit closer. “If this is wrong. If I’m holding him back from being able to be happy with someone because he’s spending all this time with me.”

San never thought about that perspective. Although it didn’t seem to bother Seonghwa, at least not that Yunho had shared with him, he never bothered to think about that. Having to give up his evenings every single day to make sure that Mingi wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on Yeosang, never having those days to himself until he takes the boy home.

It must have felt so nice in the beginning to Yeosang, but they had no idea what Seonghwa’s feelings were.

“I think you should ask him that question.” The warmth from San’s hand coaxed him, almost forcing Yeosang to nod in agreement as exhaustion waved over him. “But try not to worry about it right now. It’s late. We can talk about this more in the morning if you need it, okay?” He pressed a soft kiss to Yeosang’s lips, chuckling lightly when the blonde chased after his when he pulled away.

Yeosang pouted lightly. “You won’t forget about me because of Yunho right..?”

San hummed, snaking an arm around the blonde’s waist while he moved his arms around his neck. They shared a short passionate kiss, San rubbing his lower back soothingly. Smiling when they parted, San kissed his nose.

“You’re my best friend. I’ll never forget you.”

The words rang in Yeosang’s ears for a minute, cheeks flushing baby pink. A small chuckle left San’s lips as he patted the boy’s head. “Go ahead and eat, okay? I’m gonna sleep now.” The blonde nodded and watched his back as San walked away.

Now alone in the emptiness of the kitchen, Yeosang allowed room for his mind to spill out about the love he had for his best friends and the new found, confusing feelings he had for Seonghwa.

~x~

Hongjoong hadn’t realized how much time had passed sitting in front of the computer. Neglecting his duties and job, that being a horrible pattern of behavior for him, had finally caught up to him. The boy was slammed with endless paperwork on top of paperwork that needed to be reviewed and signed by him. If he hadn't passed up the meeting he was scheduled to have a couple days ago, he probably would have saved himself time.

Who is he kidding..Even if it wasn’t for his surging interest in the struggling cute college student, he would have found his way out of doing agnozing work.

A small knock on the door brought Hongjoong out of his train of thought, humming for the person to come in.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” Youngtaek’s head peaked through the door. Without looking behind him, Hongjoong waved for him to come inside.

“Did something else come up?”

“No, no. At least not from Hanbin’s team.”

Hongjoong’s eyes flickered up from his work, eyes confused and a bit hard. “What do you mean?” Realizing his tone and face were a bit harsh, he leaned back and relaxed in his chair. Youngtaek didn’t flinch at the change in his character, instead bringing forward a small folder and sitting it on his deck.

“One of our members is requesting background checks and reinforcement for an escalating situation. The target and plan of action was originally going as planned as had been assigned to them. Unfortunately, something unprecedented came up and now they are having a hard time proceeding forward. All other courses of action without our involvement have been put in place. However, now they are requesting our assistance.” Hongjoong pushed his documents to the side, pulling the folder towards him with a soft sigh.

“I’ve told them again and again to prepare for the unexpected. Yet, they still want to contact me and ask for help with claims like this.” He opened the folder and messily spread the documents out. Youngtaek stopped him before he could proceed any further.

“I was prepared to deny their request until I saw this.” The assistant pulled out one document in particular, a photograph, and slid it in front of Hongjoong’s view. He watched as Hongjoong’s eyes scanned the photo and widened before continuing.

“This is more than just a small inconvenience.” The assistant kept his voice leveled, stepping back when the green-haired boy held the document up a bit closer. “Our target has enlisted the help of these individuals.”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I...I don’t understand. How does he know them?”

Youngtaek came forward again, using the end of his pen to point to the two individuals. “This one is a close friend of the target. The other, we believe, is in connection with the friend. However, we haven’t found out what their connection to each other is and what problems this could cause for us.” The assistant tucks his pen into his pocket. “This is why they need our involvement now.”

Hongjoong runs a hand over his face, heaving out an agitated breath. “What’s the member number?”

“809099-418”

Hongjoong’s eyes glance over the picture again, putting it down on the table in front of him. In the light, a cafe can be shown in the picture’s background. His eyes fall on the blonde boy in the photo, tapping his finger against the one next to him, a boy with feline eyes.

“Get me on the phone with PR.”

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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P2)

this is ridiculously late and im so sorry, but here’s part 2 of this list!!

sweet lips on my lips (kiss like real people do).: @nethandrake

Frankly, if anyone told Tony that he’d be carried out of a burning building, well, he would’ve laughed in their faces. And if they were being extra mean about it, he probably would’ve even thrown them across the Atlantic.

After all, he’s Tony Stark. And Tony Stark always makes sure he has a safety net installed in his armor for emergencies, so it wouldn’t be out of commission before the building decided to collapse onto itself.

And yet, here he is, his armor out of commission, and being carried out of a burning building.

Carried out of a burning building by Steven Grant Rogers.

(In which Tony's from Civil War and Steve's from Infinity War. It's a problem.)

Rising: @withstarryeyes

Heat is licking up his sides and he groans, feeling his knees turn wobbly, and fumbles his way to the wall of the elevator. The metal is blessedly cool on his forehead and he sighs, eyes burning when he closes them. It’s still dark outside and every fiber of Tony’s being is telling him to go back to bed but he has work to do and plans to make and a blueprint open on his desk in the lab, Fury approved, and he can’t not do his job. So he musters all his strength and pushes off the wall when the elevator lands, ignoring his wet hacking as he moves.

He falls before he makes it to the bench, his top coated in sweat, and his eyes shutting to the whirling sensation that takes his breath away and leaves him panting in nauseated gasps. His hand shakes from where it’s planted on the ground, keeping him up.

the square root of infinity: @firebrands

steve and tony have their first fight. tony doesn't handle it well.

A Social Engagement: @finduilasclln

Written for the prompt: “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Steve agrees to something without fully comprehending what it means. Modern times are confusing.

Wounds Without A Bandage: @gotthesilver

Tony burrows deeper in his blankets, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to forget the last year. Taking control of Stark Industries was one thing, even if it had been a shock to Obie and the rest of the board when Tony came of age and started dispensing of all his dad’s old cronies, but SI’s exploration team actually finding Steve? Tony deciding Steve should come live with him? Tony has regrets.

Well.

He has regrets this morning.

Before last night, the most Tony regretted in relation to Steve was not jumping him the moment it became clear all his faculties were intact and that Tony hadn’t defrosted a brain dead Captain America.

Love Like A Hunger: @gotthesilver

Pushing the door open to the bedroom, Steve pauses at what he sees. “Tony? I—”

“Surprise?”

“I—” Steve swallows, taking in the sight of Tony, blood instantly going to his cock as he looks him up and down. “You look—wow.”

Tony’s got on a damn Princess Leia outfit, gold curling around his chest and hips, with red fabric skimming over his crotch, and Steve’s brain feels like it’s shut down.

The Night Shift: @weethreequarter

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

the james braincell: @starklysteve

“Right. How do we get them to admit they love each other?”

In front of him, Bucky brings out a metal flask and takes a swig out of it. “Hell if I know. You’re the genius who went to MIT.”

“I studied aerospace engineering,” Rhodey rolls his eyes, “not how to get two idiots to kiss.”

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Or, Bucky and Rhodey are the braincells.

In a desperate last ditch attempt, they set Steve and Tony up for a blind date.

Steve and Tony don't know that their date is each other. But they might have a braincell of their own. Might.

the good place (is next to you): @starklysteve

“I mean,” Tony tries his best shot at breaking the tension, “if you’re stuck with the wrong guy, at least I’m sexier than your real deal?”

Tony died and got sent to some sort of heaven, with Captain America as his soulmate. Except, they got the wrong Anthony Stark, and to stay in the Good Place, Tony must convince Steve to teach him how to be good.

-x-

(watching The Good Place is not necessary to understand this AU, but will help)

president captain america: @livingtheobsessedlife

He’s supposed to be campaigning to be elected as president of the United States, not pining over some billionaire he met at one of his campaign events. And yet, Steve can’t seem to get genius, philanthropist (and his newest big-time donor) Tony Stark out of his head.

come build a home out of me: @maguna-stxrk

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

Between Two Infinities: @/anonymous

The Titanic, 1946. Steven Grant Rogers did not think that going to war would end up with him being three times his normal size with superstrength and agility to boot, and... rich...but hey, he wasn’t complaining. Steve also didn’t expect to fall out of love- if it was even love in the first place- with the woman he was explicitly told to propose to, and instead fall for a formerly rich, formerly a playboy, still a genius, Tony Stark. Especially because, you know, it was a little tiny bit illegal, and he was supposed to be “America’s Golden Boy”, as Bucky put it.

All Tony expected out of the trip was to escape Europe with his best friend thanks to a lucky game of blackjack. He didn’t think he’d find himself having sex in the back of a car located in the cargo hold of the Titanic, or almost jumping off said ship. But that was just the life of a rogue Stark child, wasn’t it? At least Peggy was nice. Her dad, not so much.

A Thief Like Tony Stark: @dontholdthiswarinside

Tony is a high ranking criminal, known for his talent to disappear. Steve is a disillusioned soldier who needs some cash.

And some people will always be heroes, no matter what they do for a living.

The Things We Can’t Unsee: @/orphan-account

The mission was simple: get in, gather information, get out. Of course, Steve never really expected the enemy to follow this plan. One way or the other, something was bound to happen. They were the Avengers, after all. Nothing ever went easy for them.

What Steve didn’t expect was it going as far as it did; he didn’t expect having to make a decision that nobody should have to make.

Now Bucky’s lying there, bloody and dying all because of him, and Natasha’s poisonous words keep ringing in his head. Thinking about the ring he carries with him every day, Steve knows she’s right.

He’d never be able to make that call if it were Tony.

The Last Barman Poet: @nativemossy

Tony wasn't expecting anything more than dealing with a tequila-drunk Clint and a slightly wrinkled suit on this trip to Mexico. He got plenty more than he bargained for when he catches the eye of a handsome vacationer at the swim-up bar. Tipsy shenanigans ensue.

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers/tony stark #steve rogers x tony stark #steve x tony #underrated stevetony fics

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rocky-the-rockstar · 2 years ago

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Whenever I post something Truffula Flu related on TikTok the comments are always like

One third: There's a Onceler FANDOM?!? I've never heard of this before!! And there's DIFFERENT VERSIONS of him?!??? Like the Sans aus?!?? That's insane!! How do I join?!?

Second third: Wow I - I haven't seen these guys in almost five years I can't believe it's still alive?! I remember my Oncelers! Maybe this is my sign to come back lol

Final third: Fucking stop. just. Don't. Don't you dare. I'll kill you with my bare hands if you put this man on my fyp again

Nature is not healing and I'm actively harming it just like the onceler

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falsegoodnight · 4 years ago

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this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 18th to the 28th!! it’s also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)

you can find part one of this month here

✰ there’s happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! rori’s writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because they’re an angel <3)

Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.

✰ and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)

Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.

✰ make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :’) sarah angel chant)

The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harry’s sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but it’s nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.

✰ spirit meets the bones by @hadestyles | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :’) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)

The action shouldn’t fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.

✰ 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)

For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.

It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.

✰ calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

✰ You’re Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but i’m here now!! and loving it!!)

Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

✰ Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

✰ it’s hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when there’s a walk-in involved!!)

Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

✰ Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louis’ character growth in this in particular!)

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

✰ hereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

✰ Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k - (part two of this series) (loved this even more than it’s predecessor. not to be dramatic, but i’d die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)

Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.

✰ Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

✰ But It’s Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)

Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

✰ Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

✰ smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

✰ Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)

For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.

✰ On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

✰ made for lovin’ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)

A quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

✰ social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

✰ dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

✰ a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically haven’t finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because it’s LATE and she’s incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)

“Are you mad?” he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. “I was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?”

Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesn’t like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.

“I wanted to pick them up for you,” the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.

“I’m a functional human being, thank you very much,” he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heaven’s sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesn’t let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alpha’s face.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t do it and certainly doesn’t want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.

If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#fic recs #my fic recs #28th appreciation #2020 recs #december recs #december 2020 recs

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sly-merlin · 4 years ago

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killing me - 8

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing and mention of a knife.

words :: abt 7k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: (not tagging the old ones because they have read it already bt if u want , lemme know! ) @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @exfolitae @minejungwoo @leesalts @mal-nakamoto23

@kafenetwork @neowritingsnet

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Loneliness. The sentiment long forgotten was kindled again. you were so sure that you were just numb to it by now, had hoped that you won’t be affected by that ever again but the compass was directing to all the wrong sides. To experience what you first did 20 years ago was not something you were ready for but given a thought, it would never be.

This could be counted as your longest ride to the university. You felt sick to your stomach but there was no other place for you to go, no person either. It was in the heat of the moment, you realised that you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You needed someone as a confidant. You closed your eyes, sitting in the bus, recalling everyone but came out blank. Not that you lacked reliable company but there was more than one valid ground to oust the thought of it.

With a head full of trouble, as you entered the university, wonwoo messaged you to meet up. For him, your class was still in progress so you decided to consider the offer.

You and wonwoo were friends or fwb to be precise, with a strong year history. However, that couldn’t eliminate the significance of the word friend. You could always rely on him, he himself had affirmed that occasionally, your trust in him being the foundation brick of the relationship. Maybe he could offer you the consolation you craved right now or maybe his embrace would make you forget it completely.

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You stumbled as a tap on the shoulder startled you, but it was only wonwoo.

“Finally! Don’t you miss me even a tiny bit!” he announced while hugging you tightly. “Let’s sit on the bench.”

He took off your bag, working on loosening the straps that were already annoying him.

“how many times do I have to tell you! Wear the bag on one side , don’t tighten them or better,just quit wearing these tops baby” he nagged , looking at you but your eyes were fixated on the trees ahead. the uncertain look on your bare face was making him a bit uneasy. In addition, you did not throw killer eyes at him for calling you baby. And you looked sober. Something was definitely off.

“What’s wrong y/n. you look tired. I mean you are a forever grandma but seriously! Tell me what’s bothering you?” hearing the sincerity in his voice, you faced him, his signature honest smile releasing the tension in your body.

Facing him properly, you put the bag behind you. He was still grinning stupidly. You briefly glanced at him, brain continuously yelling to fuck taeyong’s deal and just tell him everything. Nothing was holding you back now.

Before you could utter anything, the layer of leaves on wonwoo’s head drew your attention. You reached out to remove them, but he caught your hand midway. His hand covered yours entirely as he started placing little kisses on the inside, lips travelling from the palms to the fingers and there he stopped abruptly, a squeal left his mouth at the metal touch.

“A ring. Wow. So, the great y/n knows that the shoes aren’t the only thing available in shops!” he exclaimed, chuckling loudly.

You tried to pull your hand but he did not let go. He observed it closely with a frown settling upon the previous happy face. You yanked your hand again forcibly, this time he complied.

“I have something to tell you.” You mumbled softly.

“it’s a diamond y/n.” his statement took you off guard.

“I have something important to discuss woo.”

“ it’s a diamond ring y/n!” he repeated with a lot more emphasis, voice still polite. But you got exactly what he was hinting at.

“would you hear me out. Please!” instead of denying, you tried to negotiate.

“no. first answer me. From whom did you accept it? Yugyeom? Jungkook? Minnie?”

You were left stunned at his sudden accusatory tone.

“fucking do me a favour and shut up for a sec woo!” this time your words were laced with frustration.

“oh wow” he scoffed before continuing, “ what are you here for! To inform me that you have finally found someone to settle down!”

“what! No! Why are you dramatizing so much over a bloody ring! I need you to use your ears and not mouth! For once please.” Your anger got the best of you as you yelled at him. He stood up, shielding you from the sunrays.

“you can’t possibly explain anything! I just don’t wanna talk right now.” And with that he walked away before you could give him the justification he deserved.

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you woke up around 1 p.m. in the library, exactly same place where you decided to sleep away your troubles, like always. After stretching your arms, you activated the phone which has been switched off earlier. As you watched the screen coming alive, wonwoo’s conversation made way to your now empty head. You weren’t so sure anymore that he could be trusted with any restrictive information. If you expose him to all what has happened, you’d be doing more harm than good. Love makes one foolish. And you’d rather die by blocking yourself than have him face the outcome.

Did that mean you loved him?

no. you shook your head at the thought. Love is a strong feeling. Especially the one he had showed you all this time.

Yes. You did love him. A lot. Just not in the way he did. But at this rate, you couldn’t say you if you deserved his love.

Multiple beeps broke out your train of thoughts. You were sure everyone was finding the culprit of breach of silence in the library. So you duck yourself into the desk to hide.

7 calls from johnny. 2 from minjun. 4 messages from johnny.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, opening the messages.

Johnny : did you reach safely!

Johnny : hey, pick up the phone.

Johnny : for once

Johnny : nobody ignores the john don. Don’t break my streak and call me back. Today! Or else I’m coming home. Make sure the dinner is ready!!!!!!!!!!!

Simply rolling your eyes, you recklessly threw the phone back in the bag, walking for the international relations section to get some work done. The second best distraction in life – research.

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The day was a complete loss.You didn’t study, pretended half day that you were finding a topic in the library but ended up reading animal farm again. Now you were home and with god’s grace, yuta was not back yet. Tossing the bag on bed, you changed down to cotton shorts and a tank top, ready to make a sandwich to eat as a starter before attacking the icecream you got earlier.

Big T.V, sandwich, ice cream, itaewon class, everything sans yuta was worth living these days. So enjoy it while it lasts. You slouched more into the couches as gaho’s start over played, the melodious voice slowing fading your bitter day.

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Yuta was just ready to sleep when he came back home. The idea of three hour training session after a week gap was certainly a crazy one but he realised it only when the deed was done. Now he badly wanted to go into hibernation mode.

Crossing the hallway, he saw the t.v playing gangnam style but noone was there except a white comforter. Upon inspection, he found you sleeping peacefully on your stomach curled up into a ball. He made a few sounds of displeasure at your figure before turning the device off. He was about to leave when something else caught his eye. Green tea ice cream.

He picked up the sealed cup, it was not fully frozen but still chilled enough. Maybe due to the air con. But he was happy. Now he could eat or drink his favourite ice cream and blow a fuse simultaneously. Ofcourse yours! He placed an envelope on the table and went away with the ice cream while not putting the lights out, that too intentionally ofcourse.

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Tuesday

Awakened by the rooster, you found yourself in the same position as yesterday. The cramp in the neck was now past the pain stage. It was numb to the point that sleeping on other side won’t help either. Supporting the neck with your palm, you started collecting the mess you had made on the table. Remote , plates, empty ice cream cup, the plastic spoon.

Weren’t there two cups???

Or maybe you just slept too much.

You came back from the kitchen to discover an envelope. A dL enevelope specifically.

Nakamoto y/n

-nonghyup financial group.

It was addressed to you! .But you didn’t receive anything of that sort the other day so that meant it definitely involved yuta. And it was from a bank. You didn’t even have an account in that bank.

Nakamoto y/n my ass. You muttered bitterly before opening it. There were some promotional coupons, a small guide on how to open an account. You scoffed at the unnecessary stuff that was giving away nothing. Then you saw it.

A MasterCard. With your name. new name!

You gave the package a once over before closing it again, putting it in the original position. You were fully capable to survive on your own, there was no need for taeyong or yuta’s mercy when it was essentially to fulfil their own feeble ego. It felt like a kick to your noble gut!

Ignoring it completely, you went to wash up hurriedly so you could get out of his hair before he could attempt to spoil your mood any further. When you came back, a very unfamiliar sight astounded you. A man with deep blue suit stood in the kitchen with his back to you and if it was not for his blonde hair, he could easily be mistook for some gentleman. Due to the light blending sound of the juicer, he had missed your incoming. As you passed the sink to get to fridge, dirty dishes caught your eyes that he still hadn’t washed. You were not going to put your hands in his mud and before he could order,you told him off.

“ clean after yourself before leaving or it’ll stink in here.” You quietly said as you washed the oranges for breakfast.

“whaattt?” he asked like you were speaking some gibberish.

“I said clean these dirty dishes”

“Says who!” he raised a brow at you. “the one who was sleeping in the trash herself!”

“what trash? Oh! That was just a plate. And worry about yourself, I know how to wash mine!” you replied continuing the peeling.

“huh! Don’t boss me around. あなたは私の母ではありません!” before you could ask him what he muttered, he threw something on the pile. You slightly winced at the clatter but didn’t turn around and let him leave.

You examined the mess. The noise producer was a glass. The juicer was also filled with vegetable residues. One could only hope that he would take up your suggestion or you would be banning yourself from the kitchen, for ever!

You were peeling the second orange when he came out of his room and rushed out like his tail was on fire. A frustrated sigh left you as you took in the state he left the kitchen in but you were not going to be his maid. If he wanna eat, he could do it himself.

After breakfast, you did some finals revision which were approaching in three weeks but not like you were not prepared. All the papers were submitted, just the thesis topic submission was left which everyone else was already done with. Even jungkook. But you were instead going to use the day to make up with chelin.

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The day went as fine as it could. Chelin agreed to go shopping with you but it took more than just a takeout to sincerely apologise this time. She denied you half day, making you race for her forgiveness but eventually gave in at the end, with terms and conditions of course.

You studied till late night but didn’t hear yuta returning. But the next morning you knew that he didn’t arrive at all. And in exasperation and for your own well being, you cleaned the sink to remove the stench. As much as you wanted to call taeyong, he won’t be helping you in anyway, that you were sure about. He pretended to take your side but at the end he was always yuta’s brother. And you were just a nobody.

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Wednesday 3:43

Johnny: where are you? Answer me asap.

You : I’m studying. Don’t disturb me!

Johnny: sure. Don’t show me tantrums and come out. i’m waiting

You : waeyoo??

You groaned at the message. Avoiding him was no more an option!

You : where are you? I’m already on the pavement.

You looked around for a tall figure but he was nowhere to be seen.

“you are alive!” johnny jested, turning you with your shoulders to face him. He was clad in off white button down and white pants, making your worn out self feel like a beggar.

“you tracked me again?”

“woahh! You hit my generosity with a shit face! Expected better from you.”

“ did. You. track. Me .johnny!”

“you started it by not replying. I was worried!” he defended himself a bit comically.

“I swear I’m going to drown this bracelet in a sewage!” you bellowed while getting out of his grip.

“you know you can’t do that and it’s waterproof and maybe gutterproof as well so think harder about throwing it. Hyuck would find it eventually and make you wear the same piece!.��

Scrunching your nose in disgust, you muttered a curse at him which only earned a chuckle from him.

“why are you here anyway.”

“for shopping.”

“what shopping?”

“clothes! Duh. You have a celebration to attend!”

You scoffed at his casual tone. “ what celebration johnny. I’m not doing another shit on taeyong’s order.” You declared, hands crossed on chest.

“it’s not something grand. Just a small get together of office workers and you know you can’t ditch tae.”

“office event! That’s another reason to avoid it. I would be alone with yuta and If you don’t know already, he literally pulls his knife at me everytime he sees me! He’ll k-

“I’ll be there.”

“oh so now this is an office event with family members! Good luck convincing me this time!”

“who said anything about attending as family.” He said, winking at you and dragged you by right arm towards his car. Once you were seated, you stopped him from going further.

“nope. Listen. Lemme think first , then I’ll decide what to wear on my own. If you have time, just drop me home. I’m hungry and I have some work to do.” You tiredly said, dropping your head on the seat. He could only chuckled at your antics.

“then we’ll eat something before shopping and I’m not hearing another word. Fasten your seatbelt lady, we are going on a highway to shopping!” you laughed at his cute shout and he took it as a signal to drive.

After insisting johnny that you were going to pay for your own dress, you both stopped at the mall food court to eat something. A full tummy rotated your mood 180 degrees and you were ready to have him pull you around. He dragged you from store to store to only end up doing window shopping until he found THE ONE! That was what he declared it to be!

You both went around different aisles to pick some clothes. Though you could afford those, you still didn’t had the heart to do so. Your precious money was going for what! Clothes?

After something like twenty minutes, you both met near the changing room as decided.

“Go change and give me a show. I don’t trust your old school brain.”

You huffed but did as he said.

He has gotten mixture of bright colours and soft shades, sleeveless and thin strapped, long dresses!

And the one you chose were south to his north. You wore one that you picked at first, a solid black knee length flowy skirt dress with long sleeves. It looked good on all the right places, so you went out to show him.

“how’s this?” you asked him excitedly but the mood died down seeing his dull expression.

“no! you ain’t wearing anything this short!”

“Knee length is not short johnny”

“change it!”

“uugghh!”

The next dress you wore was ivory draped puff long sleeve mini dress. You almost cooed at yourself but he rejected it again. at every dress you chose, he shook his head in disagreement.

“why don’t you try mine ones?” he quipped.

“um. I don’t wear sleeveless.soo..

“why? Those looks sexy girl!”

“no! get me anything quarter or long sleeved but not these thin straps and no questions coz I’m not answering any!” the questions in johnny’s head died down before he could even form them.

“okkk. No need to bite me over that. Wait lemme find something.”

You stood in the changing room for what felt like eternity when johnny finally called you out with his nosy loud voice.

“these!” he handed you two dresses and signalled to change.

“why are we hustling so much. It’s not like anyone’s gonna bother!” you said in a bored tone, feeling the heaviness of the dresses.

“just go already. I’m getting hungry again!”

Both of his dresses were beautiful. All the previous ones looked quite dull in comparison. And just by looking, you already knew what you wanted. as you took in your appearance after changing, a smile lit up on your face. It was a powder blue dress with golden embroidery. The plunging neckline with fitted waist accentuated your best features though it would only properly fit when you were not bloated from eating. Sheer elbow length sleeves with gold hid what you wanted to in the first place, so they were alright. The satin skirt was long , resting right against your legs, not too flowy but you could already imagine yourself in your black heels that would be hidden under the skirt ,yet complementing it perfectly.

you presented yourself in front of johnny.“I want this one.” You said, tightening your hair tie. he wordlessly walked towards you and removed it, setting your straight hair on your back instead.

“how do I look?” you questioned hopefully. His face adorned a very light smile but it still reached his eyes. He moved backwards and examined your form , pretending to be evaluating you with hands tucked in his pockets.

“you look like-” he paused before biting his lower lip as if finding something peculiar to say. “a woman.” He completed, gaze still fixed on your eyes.

“what! A woman. That’s all!! you are just like- just like yeong! Ugh” you stomped your feet before going back to change into original jeans. You were expecting some high quality comment but nevermind.

After you were gone, johnny couldn’t control his laughter. He knew his compliment was lame , heck it wasn’t even a proper compliment but he meant it. And it was not for the dress you wore but for the smile that he saw for the first time. He sighed before he saw you approaching.

“I’m also hungry. Let’s get takeout. Devil won’t be home. We can peacefully eat without interference.”

Johnny chuckled again before following you.

“hey, isn’t this one a bit expensive.” He enquired as the other dress was a bit cheaper.

“I don’t care. I’ll think of this as a long term investment.”

“how?”

“I’ll repeat it at your wedding!”

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Your stomach growled loudly as you opened the door. Johnny tailed behind you with arms full of food and clothing bags. He went to kitchen as you proceeded to find your shorts, dying to get out of the hellishly tight jeans. Holding your hair in a low loose ponytail, you exited the bathroom only to find johnny standing there like a pole.

“what?”

“what! I gotta pee. Get out!” he pulled you out while entering himself. You returned to the kitchen mumbling incoherently at johnny and opened the take out boxes. As you made your way for the couches, johnny shouted at you.

“you animal!”

“what? Did you call me?”

“you need to heat it first. I’m not gonna eat like an animal!”

You felt slightly unnerved when he extended his hand to carry them to the kitchen again. in no way you were going to stand near it so you transferred the boxes and made your way to the room.

“heat them. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“no wait! why are you always running?” he placed the boxes on counter in a swift motion and rushed for your door.

“why are you hiding now?” he asked knocking lightly, not sure if it was locked or just shut down.

“don’t you have food to heat?”

“oh so that’s your way of running from chores!” he dragged out the last words mockingly.

“no its not like that.” Your said in a small voice. “I’ve an irrational fear of beeps. So I can’t go near the microwave.” You mumbled, voice filled with embarrasement. You weren’t sure why you told him but the bullet was out now.

Johnny went quiet before opening the door to find you standing, head hung low. Taking your arm, he pulled you out of the room.

Now you were standing in front of the oven, scared if he was going to run a test on you. You tried to back away but he was quick in caging you with his long ass arms.

“here,” his finger pointed to a certain button, “this is a mute button. You can shut this damn thing dude. Were you living under a rock or something?” he screeched at you in a high pitched voice, making you wince. But you were stunned at the discovery and you were sure chelin was as illiterate as you were in this matter.

“is it also some expensive shit?”

“no dumbo. Most of these have a mute function. Either you were stupid or just unlucky to buy a wrong one. But what’s with the scare.” He asked with curiousness in his eyes.

You drew your eyes away, wishing he would let it go but his deep stare ultimately broke you.

“Umm old trauma,” you started , avoiding his eyes, “I was in the accident with my mama and dad.I don’t have vivid memories of it, the only thing I remember is the noise of ambulance, police, some shouting. Nothing more. When they took me to their hospital room ,maybe coz I was crying or something, they d-died in front of me. H-heart monitors. Beeping again. when first time mrs.park , my orphanage caretaker , took to me to kitchen to make me food, I screamed and lashed at her violently. A lot of teasing followed that incident, by the senior kids ofcourse. But its only limited to few things, I don’t get triggered by cars or music. And she never took me to kitchen after that, maybe that’s why I never overca-.” You faced him as you completed. “th-that’s the story.” Your voice came out as a harsh deep breath.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll keep my mouth shut from next time” He apologised, his hands sliding from the counter to your waist. “ I- let’s heat this. Your first time. I’ll show you how we use this high end gadget.” He suggested, lightening the atmosphere instantly.

“yeah. I’m very excited!” your words were cheerful but voice wasn’t. he gave you a full on tutorial like a salesman at which you nodded like a very compliant customer. Now you were waiting. Sometime while showing you, his arms had securely held you against the counter, comfortable smiles resting between you two. Johnny’s eyes scanned every feature of your face, in a gaze that was not very tricky to describe. Your own hands were resting on the counter, twitching under his scrutiny. You didn’t want to but couldn’t help thinking if he-

“Woah! What. Is. Happening?” yuta’s surprise entry alarmed you both as johnny levelled himself up, covering you from yuta’s inquisitive eyes.

“Nothing. you say? How was office.” Johnny inquired, immediately changing the subject.

“they love me. That’s enough for me. But what are you up to suh? He wiggled his brows, neck craning to indicate behind-the-scenes happenings.

“we-we went to shopping. And we were gonna eat now. You wanna join?

“shopping? What did you got? Condoms?” he whispered the last part with a devilish smile.

Johnny glared at yuta to which yuta answered with a tired look.

“enjoy yourself. it’s better that I sleep off whatever is gonna happen here. Just keep it low. I’m fucking exhausted and dead.” He retired saying it loudly enough for you to melt in humiliation but he didn’t know explicit comments won’t make you feel low in shame.

Johnny circled to face you after his departure, embarrassed eyes wandering all over the kitchen cabinets above your head.

“I’m not gonna touch it. get it out.” You motioned for the food that was burning in the heat, according to you.

“oh!”

You both went to couches to enjoy the food and talked for about 30 minutes more. It seemed like yuta was seriously out like a light. You laughed, ate, gossiped and when the session ended, he was well aware of your infatuation with certain kinds of drinks and you knew that hyuck was the stinkiest person on earth. All was well and he left, making you happy for the time being.

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Friday

For the whole day, you were busy. Prof. kwang suddenly thought it was best to summon you to fill the absence of his assistant, adding fuel to misery. But you were able to function fully for you hadn’t run into yuta in the last 24 hours. After completing the extra tutoring sessions, you finally arrived at the destination.

You ran out of the elevator as you were already late. Maybe beyond late. As your room keys jingled, a voice stopped you from turning the knob.

“you are late! We were supposed to be there at 7:30. Taeyong is gonna be pissed off at me now and all because of your shitty time sense.” He gritted his teeth,making you angry but when you turned around, you knew you had fucked up. He was fully ready in a black suit, hair swept back and all , like a gentleman but you didn’t get the time to admire him as the look in his eyes was literally enough to scare you.

“I’m a busy person. Just give me few minutes. I’ll be out.” You said quietly, not ready to start a verbal fight with a no-brain case.

“don’t do that.” he stopped you again from entering the room. “ take a shower first. You ain’t sitting in my car with that smell.”

You bit your lower lip to control the overwhelming urge to kick him in the balls for his hypocrisy and simply shut the door.

After a quick clean up, you changed into the blue dress, did some light makeup to hide the black holes under your eyes. Completing the look with red lip, you went out, bare handed.

Yuta was on the couch, playing some game when you saw him.

“aren’t we getting late or something?” you scoffed , standing in his vision. He sized you up as his pupils dilated. Not wanting to entertain him anymore, you treaded to find your heels. He joined you after a few minutes and within two minutes, you were out.

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As you entered the decorated hall, you knew johnny made the event sound more smaller than it was. How you were going to survive the long night was beyond your imagination. Every corner of the room was filled with people chatting away with each other. The more you looked, the more you felt like an outsider. no familiar figure met your sight. The anxiety started creeping in and that’s when you saw someone approach you.

“fashionably late yuta! Its understandable though. Look at y/n. she looks so pretty!” taeil exclaimed, wiggling his brows at you.

“hurry up would you?” yuta said in irritation.

“nope. You are still my employee so tongue in your mouth. now let’s announce your arrival first.”

You followed him like a cat, only stopping somewhere at the centre of the room. You noticed that taeil’s footstops gathered attention like none other.he glanced around before clearing his throat as an indication for everyone to quiet down.

“I don’t need to tell anyone why we are here! But formality is a trend in business and I shall follow it to my deathbed,” a combined laugh followed from everyone but it seemed like an inside joke for you. “yuta nakamoto, our dear employee got hitched in a very intimate ceremony and don’t worry even I wasn’t invited! But tradition continues and here were are gathered to celebrate their happiness. He would be gone soon again so it’d be nice if you all give your wishes and blessings for their future. And I’ll also introduce y/n to the family. She is nothing but a charming woman and i hope she ditches others to join our company one day!” a round of applause followed and taeil cleared the path for everyone.

One by one, people loomed towards you to congratulate in their own way. A hand snaked around your waist, startling you momentarily. “just smile.” His whispered into your hair. You nodded before putting on the biggest smile possible for a person stucked in your position. A few stolen glances at him showed that he was also flashing a bright smile as he shook several hands. Some asked your name, some were interested in your occupation whilst one was interested in knowing the jeweller of your ring. You couldn’t say taeyong so you just waved it off with few giggles. Millions questions were running through your head and there was noone to answer. The aroma of the food passing around in trays was not helping the grumbles coming from your empty stomach. Though you both moved to a corner, fellow employees were still taking turns to have the business and personal talk with your husband. He spewed words like he was the ultimate game, but you knew better just by the way his hold on your waist tightened at some particular questions.

You would’ve surely enjoyed his distress but you wanted nothing more than to eat a piece of cake that that just flew by you. luckily for you, a waiter halted at your stop. You grabbed a drink and hurriedly took a sip to soothe your nerves, all when yuta was staring like a hawk. He observed your nervousness right when you entered but it was heartbreaking for him to avoid poking fun at you.

He gulped his glass in one go, releasing a sigh of relief, as he saw taeyong and others approaching. kun, johnny, jaehyun were tailing behind but they seemed quite distant.

“hello mr. lee. We are glad to have you here.” Yuta formally shook taeyong’s hand, your face instinctively scrunched up at his behaviour.

“I see you married a very fine young woman.”taeyong also cajoled but in a very professional tone.

“you met her! She’s y/n. my partner in crime! Loveliest wife ever. But be careful, she’s a bit nosy.” He pointed his words towards you while keeping an arm around your shoulder. You simply rolled your eyes at him. You were about to threw his arm away when others approached you.

“If I wasn’t concerned about my repo here, I would have cooed at you y/n. I wanna pinch your cheeks so hard right now. Everyone thinks you both are so happy, but only I know how constipated you are from inside woman!”jaehyun laughed like he just shared a joke with you but not holding back, you just unleashed the exaggerated version of his laughter.

“oh jaehyun!” you started, slightly hitting your glass on his arm, “ not sure about a pinch, but I can surely punch your pretty face and guess what! I don’t have any repo to maintain. So its your responsibility that I don’t explode or else you won’t have anything to be concerned about anymore.” You finished letting out a fake giggle, but seemed like everyone but jaehyun found it funny as they were all laughing at the diss.

“atleast you think I’m pretty! No wait! it sounds all wrong!” he suddenly whined, encouraging everyone to laugh loudly at his state.

He was still being grumpy when an old man stopped near you, escorted by taeil making the uproar stop immediately. They all bowed at him and you followed suit. From the looks, he seemed in his 70s or maybe more.

“i love when young people find love. Who do you work for kiddo?” he lovingly asked you.

“I’m a masters student. Law specifically. I wish to join chois one day.”

“chois? I don’t like those leeches. You should try in qian mutlinationals. Kun have more opportunities and you can go international from there. He can give you a free ride till china, beyond that you can explore yourself!” as he finished his wise advice, you turned to kun in surprise. He nodded his head at you with a sheepish smile, confirming the words.

“sure, I’ll give it a thought.”

“and you nakamoto! I heard you were back last week but who would like to greet this old man who’s gonna die anyway.” He scoffed at him and you could sense the tone of friendliness in their interaction.

“you are the one to blame. You don’t get out of your house these days. And you don’t even care enough to visit us anymore.”

Now you were super confused.

“ohh! So she knows everything. When were you gonna tell me! When I had gotten diabetes with all the sweet talking.”as they all expressed their amusement, you were getting restless from all the unknown.

“I would love to hear your love story but I am extremely hungry. But y/n I have a work for you”, you nodded at his words, “ convince moon to remarry. I can’t watch him die like me, alone and unhappy. This manforce have failed so I expect a smart woman like you can find a way to do that. Please promise me, you’ll do it for this old man.” You were out of words but taeil made your work easy as he dragged him away.

“I think you’re drunk enough. Let’s worry about me while eating the delicious food.”

“only you can do it y/n!” and he was gone.

“you’ll get all answers so don’t worry. You look lovely by the way but I shall take my leave as I’m also very hungry.” Taeyong explained patting his stomach. Looked like everyone was getting food but you!

“y/n-ah! Not that shorts don’t suit you but dressing up just scaled up your beauty.” kun chimed in causing yuta to scoff. The way air was leaving his nose, it’d blow up anytime soon.

“johnny’s fashion sense is immaculate like always.” Johnny said, raising his collars.

“don’t blow your own trumpet. I was the one who chose it!”

“huh! What she chose were donkey dresses!”

“donkey! You need to change your dictionary.”

“respect. I’m a top level worker in lee financial corps.” He said smugly.

“so they just hire anyone wow!”

“not jus-

“stop you two! We are still here.” You glanced at kun and yuta, eyeing you both.

“I’m just hungry kun. I just had breakfast and coffee and nothing else.”

“then go and eat. I also need a breather from you!” yuta barked, playing with the empty glass.

It was your turn to snort now. But johnny linked his arm with you to take you away before the war could start. You ate as much as you wanted while questioning him,

“how can these employees have so much energy to spare. Don’t they work 9 to 5, then get time to attend a stupid party!”

“they were given half day off today.” He replied, munching the tofu.

“who was that old man?”

“that’s all part of a circle. You’ll complete it one day but I can’t tell u here so wait!”

“hmm. Then what about taeil? About remarrying him! And taeyong and kun’s companies. Dude that’s huge. How do you manage your syndicate.”

“stop! Cant you eat in silence woman. You’ll know when it’s your turn.”

“ok last one. How can yuta be an employee here when only thing he knows is to make juice or slice people!”

“we have his backup who does the actual work. Yuta takes cares of the investors and all. So he’s supposed to be anywhere but here. So it works out. And fyi he’s quite an eye candy here.”

“then go flirt with him! I ain’t in need of a poison candy.”

after gobbling all the starters, you conversed with him for about 20 minutes whilst enjoying your drinks. And he took you back to you designated seat for the night, right by yuta’s arm.

Earlier, you were being hoarded with guests, now it was your turn. It seemed like you were yuta’s assistant who was taking mini business reports from employees. By now you had no doubt that yuta was nothing but a chameleon, well versed in hiding his true self to blend in the corporate environment. You smiled as much as you could, giggled when yuta laughed and turned towards you, gulped numerous kinds of drinks and now you were a bit tipsy or maybe just tired or both.

You were handling fine being yuta’s dear wifey until they announced that there was a dance. And the stupid couples already hurdled to the centre to show off their skills which you didn’t have in the first place. You heard yuta groan as he pinched his nose and that was his most agreeable expression he had from the whole night.

“let’s just flee after this” yuta suggested.

“hell no! my dancing skills can’t be exposed to these prim prom perfect people. I ain’t doing it.” You continuously shook your head at him, the enmity forgotten for a moment. But he had other plans.

“don’t you dare step on me. I’m gonna eat you alive if you holed my shoes!” he suddenly moved you to the pool of people dancing on the floor. He guided your hands on the right places and the position made you both well aware of the tension in each other’s bodies.

“just do what others are doing.” You craned your neck from side to side but got nothing.

“nobody is doing anything. They’re just stitched to each other!”

“exactly.” And without any warning, he pulled you into him, your grip on his shoulders tightening instantly.Standing chest to chest with him, you totally forgot the need to exhale. You didn’t dare move as he delicately swayed you from side to side, his eyes boring into yours. You wondered what conception were you both throwing at others. He was no pro like you but still managed to look like one.

It continued for few moments until jaehyun interrupted you.

“can I have her hand in dance” he asked yuta to which the man just released you. it was so sudden that you were taken aback by his sour mood but everything about yuta was sudden so you didn’t paid much attention when you had a mountain of trouble standing in front of you.

“may i?” jaehyun asked, bowing to you.

“no!”

“oh come on. I’m much better than yuta in dance.” He jerked your hand and next moment you knew, you were waltzing with him. He was doing what you call actual dancing.

“you looked so romantic with him and here I get the stink eye.” he sighed at you.

“because I am confined by the demand of this situation or else even you would be sporting a black eye by now!”

“I feel extremely hurt y/n. we are same age so shouldn’t we be getting along.”

“getting along my ass you son of nepotism.”

“that’s so unlady like behaviour. You should be accepting friendships when you are getting them. As said by a someone very famous, life is fleeting and in your case, I won’t trust the lifecourse too much.”

“stop using instagram quotes on me. Read the context then put into application, jaehyun. Life is fleeting. Chances would be gone before you know it.”

“when was the last time you listened to someone without running your brain hmm?”

“the same day when you were taking a break from running your mouth.”

“you are a terrible dancer.”

“you aren’t any good either.”

“what was the name of the boy who gave you hickies?”

“you want classes from him?”

“nope. I’m more than better at my game. I just wanna confirm what is he? Blind or dickhead! Coz no sane man would come near your beasty at-

“I hope you love your shoes.”

“what!”

A gasp left him, face turning red as he shut his eyes tightly to contain the pain. you had stomped on his foot with your pencil heel and now he couldn’t do anything but mutter curses as he progressed slowly for the bar to sit. Yuta joined him soon only to fan the flames.

As the time passed , drowsiness took control over your senses. Dinner was being closed by now, but you were the hosts or were supposed to be , so there you stood by the door with same i-am-so-in-love-with-my-hubby and it-was-pleasure-to-meet-you grins plastered on your face. Yuta’s hands would be calloused by the amount of hand shaking he had done but not that you cared.

Goodbyes were sent to taeil and johnny as well and when you were about to leave, jaehyun and taeyong came over with some papers in their hands.

“y/n you forgot to sign these. This one is for the property situated in gangnam. I know I promised three in the same area but I changed my idea for bigger and better. This one’s is in Incheon and other is in busan, your hometown!” he recited as he showed you the stamped papers. You were not sure about taking anything from him so you refused.

“no taeyong. I’m good. I’ve my sources and I’ll be joining summer internship so I can fend for myself.” You reasoned.

“it’s part of the deal. Just sign, I mean well please.”

You felt everyone’s eyes on you as you tried to think harder about it.

“leave it taeyong. This tie is killing me so let’s just talk tomorrow.”yuta said, loosening his bow tie.

“It doesn’t concern you yuta and y/n its part of the promise. Do it or I’ll have to force.” Your jaw clenched at his desperate tone. so you snatched the pen , ready to do as he demanded.

“where do I have to sign!”

“here!” he pointed out on the first file. “and y/n y/l/n nakamoto!”

You nodded without glancing at him and signed on all the three files, making it official.

Taeyong flashed you a smile as you returned him the pen, “I’m glad it worked fine. Now you must be tired so we’ll let you retire.”

You passed him without caring enough to reply. Soon enough , yuta joined you.

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The passing trees and streetlights provided the comfort that you didn’t know you needed. It was sweet, the feeling of being alone yet not letting others feel the same. you were trying to count the number of streetlights as you passed speedily.

“aren’t you smart enough to know why taeyong took your signatures tonight?” yuta broke the silence. he took a sharp cut as you lost your count. Not receiving an answer, he spoke again, calmly, “ those properties were on earlier registered on taeyong’s name and that busan one is mine. Taeyong is sharp witted man you should’ve been careful before giving in to him.”

“what are you trying to say!”

“everything’s flying through your head right! To put it simply, you are part of mafia now.” Your head snapped towards him in utter shock as words left his mouth, “ if you try to rant us or steal any info to give away, upon background checkout , you’d be found equally involved in the illegal activities of neos for when if it is proved that me or taeyong are part of underground, our properties would be sealed , stamping your future with them. You won’t even escape income tax department let alone cops! Those buildings are after all, result of our illegal income!” he stopped as he took another turn, not aware of how your eyes were glistening by now. “you can’t leave unless taeyong wants you to and pray if you would ever be able to! It was a surprise for all of us as well so you don’t need to feel betrayed at all. You, me, taeyong, johnny. The great black neos!” he finished as the car halted in the parking lot.

As soon as he unlocked, you ran out of it, tears rushing down nonstop. Elevator seemed too slow, the mirrors were making you more dizzy as it moved upwards. Everything came in flashes from the moment you passed by that alley. This was not the deal that you accepted! Regret and guilt filled you as the the lift opened. Throwing your shoes in the midway, you ran to your room as the tears turned into sobs, wrecking your whole body. Turning in the keys, you casted yourself onto the bed. With burning throat you passed out there.

And yuta stood outside your door, emotionless, in an attempt to envision how this would end for the both of you!

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yuta or johnny???

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blueterrarium · 4 years ago

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Shinran au, where a police officer from the headquarters 1st division who loves to watch cooking videos on youtube as inspiration for his meal menus stumbled upon a japanese wife's cooking asmr of her husband's bento every week. After following the channel for quite sometime, he started to realize: Private Detective Kudo Shinichi who often gets tangled in cases with them strangely had the same bentos that would appear in the channel's video a week later.

So, everytime he somehow got involved in a case with Detective Kudo, he will try to observe him closely when meal time comes to the point of taking notes. Then he would wait a week later, when the japanese wife cooking asmr posted her weekly video. Well, all bentos he had observed so far are spot on to that week's video, even the furoshiki of the bento is the same.

Imagine his surprise when one day, him and inspector had to stop by detective kudo's house to discuss a case. It lasted until dinner time and Detective Kudo's wife, Kudo Ran, served meals for them too. The dining room apparently located right in front of the open kitchen, so he had the opportunity to really observe. The kitchen interior is the same with the youtube asmr posts. With every similarities he found, the more delighted he is. Couldn't help his finding, he dare ask the. person herself after finished eating Ran-san's cooking.

"Excuse me, Ran-san." His voice cracked; truly a nice start. Shinichi and Inspector seemed to take note of the nervousness from the officer. Ran herself only softly uttered 'Yes?' while taking their empty plates.

"Did you, ah, do you perhaps, uhm, have a y-youtube channel?" He asked, head looking pointedly at the glass of water in front of him.

His question was met with silence. The officer immediately looked up to find Ran and Shinichi's surprised face. But the latter's expression immediately changed, he looked delighted instead! Ran also, she seemed to come from her surprise and clapped a little.

"That was a first, Keiji-san! Wow damn, I will have to buy Ran something in our next date huh, haha!" The great detective laughed heartily.

Not expecting his reaction, the officer couldn't help but utter, "Eh?"

"I'm sorry, Keiji-san. Shinichi and I had some bet going on." Ran giggled. "But you are right. I do have a youtube channel. Since you asked, I suppose the bento this mystery-geek eats every day gave it away, huh?"

Finally being addressed by Ran, he can only stammer: "U-uh, yes, kind of.. I mean, of course! And also, the furoshiki. I was certain because of that, and after observing your kitchen today."

The Inspector, left confused by the conversation, also asked: "What is this about?"

The officer then proceeded to explain the entire things starting from when he took notice of Shinichi's bentos. By the end of the explanation, the Inspector said,

"As always, Ran-kun, your cooking is superb. It's amazing that you even made videos to post it online huh!"

Ran humbly laughed, "Not really, Inspector. It was just my hobby."

"Eh, don't be so humble."

"Good observation though, Keiji-san. I was thinking that you had wanted to ask me instead of Ran, at the last case we had. I guess you'd rather ask the cook herself, huh." Said Shinichi.

"Yes, well, I suppose I should really ask the person herself so," the officee responded rather sheepishly.

Turning his attention to Ran, the officer asked: "Ran-san, would you mind giving me some written recipe?"

"Oh, of course! Come here to the kitchen, I have my notes here. You can take the pictures of the previous bentos I made." They both proceed to happily discuss all things food related, leaving Shinichi and Inspector alone to their own devices.

Deep into the night after Inspector and the officer went home, Shinichi and Ran finally prepare themselves to rest for the night. He and Ran are burrowed into their thick, soft blanket with him reading the case report left by Inspector for him and Ran doing her business in her phone. She was revisiting the old videos in her youtube channel.

"Aah~ he did a good observation deducing I am the one in here." Ran sighed.

"Don't you sound happy." Shinichi replied, eyes still glued to the words and pictures in the report.

"Of course!! What should I buy on our next date~~" Ran turned her phone off, putting it on the table next to the bed. She snuggled closer to Shinichi, circling one arm over his stomach.

While playing with the button of his pajama, Ran continued: "Or! How about you cook a bento in my video, Shinichi? Is face-reveal a good idea? Since when you appear that'll be just the same as face-reveal."

Turning to look at Ran with a raised eyebrow, he said, "Ran, are you sure? Eating my cooking?"

"Well, cooking together then?" Ran offered, smiling softly.

Closing the report and putting it onto the table next to him, Shinichi teased: "Oh~ with you next to me, my cooking can't be that bad huh. Can't be as bad as your mom's."

"I think you'll do good. Definitely better than mom, I guess." Ran paused. "So that's a yes?"

Shinichi circles his arm over her waist, holding her close to him. With their face inches to each other, Shinichi whispered, "Sure, why not? I think it'll be fun. We'll do other things for our date."

Nuzzling close to Shinichi, Ran whispered back: "You're right." Softly, she leaned in into him, lips softly touching. It lasted short, since his angel had drifted to dreamland ahead of him. Shinichi opted to kiss her forehead sweetly, and chasing her into dreamland himself.

A week later, the police officer found himself falling from his work seat, the notification of Ran's youtube channel floating on his phone. [Husband and Me, Cooking Bento for A Week! QnA, open~!]

Well, it all goes well for our lovely couple. So, the end?

I didn't really plan to write this much but well! It was inspired by this. No big plot whatsover, this writing just writes itself, haha. While watching her videos, this really just popped in my mind and I can't help but think of Shinran!!

I truly was watching the entirety of Detective Conan for my own enjoyment so I didn't observe very closely their speaking patterns but I hope this isn't too occ. This is my first writing for this fandom, please go easy on me.

Hope you enjoy some shinran I could offer!

#shinran #shinran fic #detective conan #kudo shinichi #mouri ran #bluewrites

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macchiatooru · 4 years ago

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ᴬⁿ ᵃˡˡ⁻ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᵍʸᵐ ˢqᵘᵃᵈ?

With Kenma? And Lev and Hinata? Absolute College AU vibes? Despite my doubts about the productivity, I definitely need this. It’s around 1AM as I type, and I literally have three papers to finish, with one due tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA. (I wrote this note last night, so it’s not entirely applicable now, but well- I have to submit the second tomorrow and the third the following day... I hope HAHAHA)

Note: If you’re also up at such ungodly hours and want to add to this when you’re stuck with a paper too, or a lesson, or something, go ahead! If you want to modify something, don’t hesitate to say it!

The situation, for example, is that you’re writing a paper, and you don’t know how to continue it anymore. Luckily, you have enough options to kill the time until your brain is working properly again. The apartment―whoever owns it, maybe you guys were sharing or had connecting ones or were neighbors or whatnot―would literally look like, I don’t know, a convention? It’s like there are different stalls with different activities. Take your pick!

Tsukishima’s Corner:

I can imagine that he has this set-up in the far end of the living room where he has a table against the wall and a chair with a blanket on it

And he always has a drink with him, whether it’s a soda or an Iced Americano. (that just gave me Yoongi vibes ahhh my heart)

Of course, he has his headphones on. Not surprising.

He’s pretty calm when he does his schoolwork, and his focus is just wow

So, don’t expect him to pay attention to you that much. Again, not surprising.

If you have an actual question though, I think you can ask him!

He’ll help you out, but be wary of the sass and teasing.

It’s highly possible for him to annoy the shit out of you before you guys solve the problem, btw.

If you have chips with you, he’ll take some without asking permission smh but he’s so idufhsdbkfhda can you really say no?

You can get back at him by repetitively calling him “Tsukki”.

“Cut it out.”

“No can do, Tsu~ Kki!”

Emphasize! the! syllables! because he probably lowkey thinks it’s kinda cute

Unless he doesn’t and he throws the blanket at your face to shut you up

Don’t annoy him when he’s in a bad mood, okay?

He’ll really appreciate it if you give him space on those days

But he’ll also appreciate it so so so much if you’re the one who hands him his usual drink.

Despite being the person who could really rile you up the most

He’s actually nice... in his own way!

Lev and Hinata’s “Quiet” Pile of Pillows:

What am I even saying?

There’s nothing quiet about that part of the living room.

Lev and Hinata like studying in their “own kind of comfort”

And that is with their “study” blankets―they have separate ones for sleeping―on the floor and their pillows on top.

They study with the TV on

A series on Netflix is playing the entire time.

Nobody minds, really, because for some reason, most of you can study with some noise in the background. Those who can’t, however, just listen to music on their own.

They have hot or iced chocolate―depends on their mood―made either by you, Akaashi, or Kuroo.

You never asked Bokuto to do it again. Never again.

One time, he made the mistake of giving the “kids” coffee, and well, was that some night.

Lev and Hinata have common classes, so they work on some of their assignments together.

Expect them to be very excited when they get something right and very frustrated when they can’t understand what they’re doing.

Probably just a spot for you to take a quick break, maybe lie your head down on Lev’s favorite pillow to annoy him.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to share, but because you just took it right out of his lap.

They’ll be really happy kiddos if you join them! Please give these babies the attention they need.

Also, it helps to give them snacks to shut them up.

Bokuto’s Spot on the Couch:

That became his permanent spot after Akaashi sent him there because of that one time that big baby reaaally got on his nerves.

He has a pillow supporting his back as he leans against an armrest, legs stretched out in front of him and laptop on his, well, lap. HAHAHA sorry

He also likes working with the TV on, so it was a suitable place for him.

Bokuto’s drink would either be a can of soda or a protein shake.

Keep your phone on standby.

You have to take a pic of the pouty face he makes when he doesn’t get something.

He’s so cute he can have my heart-

“Akaashiiiii~ Why won’t you help me out?”

Akaashi would remind him that not only was he a year higher, but he also had a different major.

*cue Bo’s emo mode with matching droopy hair fml he’s literally so cute*

He gets distracted easily because he never puts his phone on silent

Probably chats with Konoha idk

Or gets carried away watching game highlights.

He already startled all of you a few times.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH. DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. THAT WAS SO GOOD.”

“Bokuto-san-”

If you choose to go to him, he can’t really help you with the paper you’re writing.

However, he gives THE BESTEST HUGS!

I think a lot of us agree that he’s a walking heater, so getting a hug from that beefy boi? Especially when it’s cold?

H E A V E N

Or that’s just me being biased, but is it really just me?

I love him.

Kuroo’s Kitchen Kounter:

Now, I’m definitely sure I’m being biased because- I mean- JUST-

One of the kitchen counters faces the common living area where everyone is spread out.

Imagine walking from wherever you were previously just staring at your laptop with that constant 132 words plastered on the corner of the screen and you’re well-aware that it has to be 2000 by tomorrow

And seeing business-related major Kuroo, sitting on a stool, immersed in his work, Excel sheets and documents being the only inhabitants of his laptop screen?

I’m literally giving myself away I-

He has glasses on and he’s tapping the end of his pen on his chin and at this point I’m hyperventilating

THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE CONCENTRATES

From time to time, he would swivel the stool around, take a sip of the black iced coffee he always brews at night, and eat whatever snack was available (e.g. chips, popcorn, sandwiches, instant noodles, sometimes asks Bokuto to make another protein shake, etc.)

He doesn’t really listen to music and can easily drown out the noise on his own because he concentrates so much.

You can always count on him to entertain you

Because despite the amount of focus he puts into his homework and problem sets, he also wants any excuse to tear his eyes of his screen.

He’s good at papers, so he can help you with that in the best way he can

Also asks if you would like to take a break and grab a snack with him

And can be a flirt if he’s in the mood, but when he’s tired, he has a soft and sleepy smile (except he’s not really sleepy because of the coffee, he’s just not putting that much effort)

Although he will annoy and provoke you while the two of you are on break

He’s the best person to cry to when you’re really stressed out.

I want him.

Akaashi’s Atelier:

He literally owns the dining table, his work neatly spread out.

I can almost imagine him studying architecture

But nah I guess he just really likes practicing how to capture anything and everything he can observe

And by capturing, I really mean that there’s a pile of photos there somewhere.

Afterwards, he draws them, paying attention to every detail.

He finishes schoolwork before any of you do.

His concentration surpasses that of Kuroo’s, no joke.

You can’t disturb him when he’s working on his academic requirements, so come back later when he’s sketching the hours away.

If you want to do your paper beside him though? Go.

His concentration is not only top tier but also contagious.

He’ll share the dining table, but only to you and, occasionally, Kuroo.

Bokuto? Only if he’s super emo.

Akaashi’s really nice!

He’ll initiate a conversation with you if you’re taking a break and he’s just on his sketchbook or experimenting with graphic design or something.

If you want to see a passionate but shy Akaashi, ask him what he’s working on.

I just know his eyes will literally light up.

He might be drinking tea, mint tea?

Water most of the time, but he always smells like mint and fresh laundry ahhh be still, my heart

Go to him if you really want to be productive and not get distracted by anything else because his eyes and the way he’s so into what he’s doing might actually be what distracts you

He is the epitome of grace under pressure, such a beautiful human being ha ha ha I wish

Kenma’s Den:

Well, what did you really expect?

Nah, kidding.

Kenma’s the only one in his room because he’s probably streaming.

His audience is mostly up at night, so yeah.

He definitely has ramen, chips, and soda

Which he’s willing to share with you as long as you don’t mess his game up don’t try I swear

Tbh, it’s actually really comforting to stay in his room especially when you’re really stressed out.

You can rest your eyes and take a quick nap.

He knows that he should wake you up after fifteen minutes, so don’t worry about sleeping through the night without finishing your paper.

He’s so sweet please

It’s so comforting to hear his fingers tapping away, a literal lullaby that gets you every time.

At some point, some people probably caught you slipping under his duvet IT WAS YOUR FIRST LOWKEY SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA

Which lasted for just an hour because Kenma’s viewers knew him enough to know what his facial expressions meant

He definitely can’t help you with your paper. Such a busy boi.

But if he’s in the lobby that’s what you call it, right? of whatever game he’s playing, he’s willing to listen to your rants.

A quiet listener, but you know that he genuinely cares about you.

Massage his shoulders if you can! He likes that.

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #third gym squad #tsukishima kei #lev haiba #hinata shoyo #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #akaashi keiji #kozume kenma #elle's random rambles #elle isn't sleeping again #I WANT THEM TO BE REAL

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 4 years ago

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Delightful Days

prompt : hogwarts au

warning : non

words count : 978 words

@shisakuweek

"Did you know that sakura-sensei from a commoner family?"sasuke asked out of no wear, "no way, you mean she's a mudblood?", "shut up dope,that word is forbidden" their hissing reached the potions class teacher, who by the chance happened to be the subject of there gossip but lucky them she didn't get what they were saying "care to share your gossip with me and the class Mr.Uchiha and Mr.Uzumaki?" her voice startled them."we're sorry sinsei, teme was talking about random meaningless things","good. No , great actually. Both of you feel free to hand me a full report about protection potions by the end of tomorrow, oh and I almost forgot minus point for slytherin and gryffindor" and sadly that didn't stop them from talking but instead it made their voices get louder and louder by each word they barked at each other witch irritated her "silence you two or i will delete more ten points from each of your houses, eleven by sum" she screamed and released some of her magical aura, scare the whole class to death "Sheesh, I don't even know how you ended being friends".

It was hard to believe that sakura came from commoner family simply because she was prodigy, mastering every single subject related about magic from the first try, becoming a professor in hogwarts at age of 19 years old catching the eyes of the head of the majestic uchiha family, that's the reason why she was allowed to be the first commoner born introduced as an Uchiha shisui girl. "you know dope, I once heard shisu talking to nii-san about his relationship with sakura", "you know teme, she's our teacher now, you should show more respect", "but she's just sakura", "that's the point, I mean she's already 2 years older, and now! Now she's completely our superior and i don't think shisui like the way you call her out the classes", "that's far from what I was trying to tell you dope, I heard him saying to itatchi-nii that she can make him freeze in his spot with one word", "WOW, shisui frozen in his place? I would love to see that. What Is it? Is it some kind of charm or something?", "I don't know, they walked away before I could hear any thing else", "WHAT? THEN WHY DID YOU TELL ME THIS", "you're really loud, shut up. I told you so that we can investigate it. I must know what that word is".

Sakura was used to the eyes that follow her where ever she goes, she was also used to feel someone trace her around, and the times when the student call out for her were countless, boys for confessions which irritate shisui and girls to know more about her famous love story which made her smile like an idiot but eventually answering them because she sees that there story is magical. From her senior to her teacher and now colleague not to mention his ancient proud family while she was from common birth, that she knew in not very good way that they were called mudblood. There were 2 pair of eyes sticking to her back for quite some time and she didn't like it. Who ever were her follower they weren't trying to approach her for any reason, they were spying on her, she knew who they were and didn't like it not even a bit.

"my blossom,how was your day?" beamed shisui cheerfully when he saw sakura approaching from the end of the corridor, "good,it was good"she answered tiredly then he leaned over to kiss her lips softly and murmured "there are two rats following you", "yeah, I know but sadly didn't know why","shall we ask them?","will you ask them for me,daddy?" for split of second shisui was frozen, but luckily he collected himself as fast as could and clear his throat "then I shall bring them in front of us".

The time that took him to but the brats in there spot was less than three seconds, "you know saskue usually I'm less irritated from seeing you than this time, same goes for you naruto. Care to explain why you were following my sakura around since the morning?", "we weren't following her", they heard high bitchy laugh and it was sakura turn to talk "listen uchiha! don't you dare to underestimate me, not approaching you was because i really wanted you to do it, now why were you both following me around?" lucky them or not sakura's hobby was interrogation and poor naruto wasn't really good in keeping his mouth shut under pressure "we were trying to know the spell that worked against shisui and allowed you to freeze him" he half screamed making sakura and shisui give them a look as if they were aliens and burst out laughing " OMG, a spill working on shisui,that's the funniest joke I've ever heard in such a long time", "where did you get such idea sasu-chan?", sasuke couldn't hold his sulk "what made you assume it was my idea", "cause it sound like you".

They were preparing themselves to bed when sakura suddenly asked "really where do you think they got that idea, I mean they're not that creative or imaginative", "I think sasu-chan heard a part of my speech with itachi the other day". He reached to grab her waist murmuring sweetly in her ears "I don't want to sleep early tonight", "but you must to, we have a date tomorrow and I don't want you to sleep on me".

Once they where in their bed shisui decided to ask her the question that had been roaming around his mind for the last week "say blossom, what would you say if I told you that I want to spend the rest of my life waking up to you?", "I would absolutely say yes ".

hello again, how are you today?

I don’t have much to say today, it’s just I felt that I can write more chapters related to this, you know like a novel not just oneshot

if you think it might work out, and if you would like to read more of it please tell me, and I’ll be thankful for you. Big love

#shisakuweek0920 #shisakuweek #shisaku #naruto au #hogwarts au #haruno sakura #sakura #uchiha sakura #shisui #shisui uchiha #uchiha shisui #sasuke #naruto

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stay-tinystars · 4 years ago

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Rumors: pt 1

Ship: Yeosang x Named female character (Jae Hwa)

College AU. 'Bad' girl x shy studious Yeosang.

Some fluff, some angst, mostly slice of life, a bit chaotic

Warnings: overly controlling parents, rumors, cursing, motorcycle.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: this is a short series. I hope you all enjoy it. I'm trying out different writing styles as I get back into writing so I hope you enjoy.

All of this is pure fiction.❤

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" He whispered tentatively behind her.

"We aren't doing anything wrong. We're fine." she whispered back.

"Then why are we whispering?" He questioned.

"I don't know, you're the one who started whispering" she giggled softly.

They quietly made their way through the dark, slowly weaving through the trees following the path, the half moon slightly lighting their way. The soft sound of their feet against the dirt encompassing them.

"We're almost there, I promise" she said reaching back her hand. He grabbed it tightly, she could feel his heart pounding, as her fingers intertwined with his.

The path opened to a beautiful clearing overlooking the city. The stars visible above them. She smiled as she looked at him, his eyes got big as he looked up, his mouth slightly agape.

"Wow" was all he could say. He never thought sneaking out with his girlfriend would be so unique. Most people sneaking out to parties, his girlfriend snuck him out to go stargazing. She pulled the backpack off her back, and pulled out two blankets. She spread one out in the clearing, and put the other over her lap as she sat down. He laid on the blanket next to her, and she smiled as she draped the blanket over him as well and laid down, her head on his chest.

The stars twinkled in the midnight sky, as they cuddled. She was the yin, to his yang.

He was the shy studious type. His bleached hair, and picturesque features made him the talk of the town. His laugh and smile lit up the whole campus when he joked with his friends.

She was the trouble maker. Labeled a rebel with her short bright purple undercut hair, eyebrow piercing, and motorcycle. Everyone judged her by her looks, except him.

----- three months earlier-----

"She just thinks she owns the place" Jen scoffed, stirring her iced coffee with her straw.

"I know, she just storms in every place she goes, her boots clanking on the floor as she stomps everywhere." Jens best friend Rose added, as they both eyed her from across the dining hall.

Yeosang was shocked, everyone at this college seemed to have it out for her. They all gossiped about her, her apparent 'bad behavior', that he'd never seen. Also everyone's rumors of her were different. The only thing he knew for sure was her name was Jae Hwa, or Jae, and she rocked her short purple undercut far better than any other girl could. Sure her resting face was a bit..... harsh, but some people said the same about him. After he heard yet another rumor from the next table over, he decided to go see what she's all about for himself. Yeosang stood up quickly, he had to do this before he changed his mind. He started towards her, ignoring the questions from his friends at the table he just abandoned.

She was leaning her chair back, on two legs, against the brick wall of the dining hall, eating a sandwich, while doing something on her phone. She was preoccupied in her own little world, and why shouldn't she be. This school was full of gossip, which just annoyed her. She was here to study, how else was she going to get into the school she was really aiming for.

Yeosang approached her table when he started questioning everything. What if that prison rumor was true? Or that one about eating a live duck. She didn't look heartless enough to eat a live animal. What was he doing? He didn't know her. She definitely didn't know him. What was he going to say? It's not like he should start a conversation with 'I heard rumors about you, and wanted to know if they were true.'

He stopped a few steps away from her, maybe if he turned back now she wouldn't see him. She looked up at him, cocking her eyebrows, the metal gracing her right brow glinting with the movement. "Can I help you?" She petitioned.

He was a deer in the headlights, he was trapped. Her stare was slightly unnerving.

"I'm Yeosang" he stated, mentally slapping himself. This was not what he intended.

"I know." she replied, leaning her chair forward, letting it hit the ground with a bang. She leaned forward, onto the table. Her bright eyes bore into his. "How can I help you, Yeosang?"

He heard people start to gossip behind him, as she stared him down. He took a few steps and sat at an empty chair at her table.

"I was wondering if I could join you." He seemed unsure of his own words.

A smirk graced her lips.

"Well, looks like you already did" her voice had a playful tune to it, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I was wondering what your majoring in?" He asked, trying to seem natural in this awkward situation he had caused.

"Biomedical science" she responded dryly, he was intrigued.

"I didn't know we had that here"

"This university doesn't, but it's close to home, and gives me the prerequisites I need to get into the school I want."

He nodded, a soft smile gracing his statuesque face.

The conversation deepened after that. He explained he was currently doing a computer sciences major, but was thinking of changing to something to do with International relations, or something so he would have the chance to meet people from around the world. They then started to talk about anything and everything, like how she had gotten a motorcycle because it was cheaper on gas. How his best friend was constantly trying new recipes, and making him try them, which most of the time ended in disaster. Their laughter was interrupted by her phone going off.

She looked at it and cursed. "I'm late for that stupid lecture." she grumbled, quickly shoving things into her bag. "This was nice, thanks." She gave a quick wave as she practically ran out of the dining hall. He looked around to see the hall had mostly emptied, and realized he himself was late for class.

"So you have a thing for bad girls now?" Wooyoung asked as Yeosang sat down at their usual table local Cafe, with his coffee.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"He's talking about how you ditched us all without saying a word then went and talked to Jae for who knows how long." San smirked, sipping his coffee.

"She's not a bad girl. She's really nice." Yeosang retorted.

"That's not what I heard," Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. Yeosang felt a small flame alight inside him, it was as if some part of him had to protect her.

"That's the problem, everyone talks about her, I want to actually know her." Yeosang started, his voice calm, but his eyes enraged. "Everyone at this stupid university just gossips, and spreads rumors. You guys should know that better than anyone. Seonghwa, remember when the rumor started that you broke up with some girl over her not eating your kimchi fried rice?" His eyes became pointed at his friend, Wooyoung scoffed, Yeosang turned on his best friend. "Do you remember when we started as freshman, and everyone was claiming you had, not one but three different clones. None of which knew how to drive a car, two of which didn't speak."

"Yeah, rumors are weird" Wooyoung noted as he looked intensely at his coffee. Yeosang took a deep breath in. Where did that come from? He asked himself, as he looked at his friends. San just stared in awe, as did Mingi. Seonghwa just looked everywhere but Yeosang, and Wooyoung continued to stare at his coffee. Maybe it was a slight guilt Yeosang saw in his best friends eyes. No one should take rumors at face value.

Living at home while going to school was great for saving money. While it worked great for Jae, her parents were supportive of just letting her live her life, and pursue her dreams.

It didn't work so well for Yeosang. His parents were strict, he had a curfew even though he was a legal adult. He also had rules to follow, and he did what his parents wanted him to for school, and for work. Aside from his friends which his parents reluctantly approved of, it seemed as if Yeosangs parents controlled every aspect of his life.

"You just don't get it, your parents let you move out, and do what you want at school. I'm stuck here" Yeosang complained as he leaned on the counter at the small restaurant Wooyoung worked at.

"I've told you to inform them it's your life, and to just move in with Seonghwa, and I." Wooyoung chided as he cleaned another table. Yeosang groaned, stirring his water with the straw placed in the cup.

"Eh, Seonghwa I could handle, you not so much"

"Shut up" Wooyoung threw the dry towel on his shoulder at Yeosang.

"I better head to work" Yeosang groaned.

Work was boring for Yeosang, sure it paid well, but working at the call desk, at the fanciest hotel in the city was never in his plans. Most of the calls he just redirected to the correct department. His favorite part of his shift was when it ended, and he got to walk out of the hotel.

Tonight was like most other nights in early spring; a chill in the air, the scent of cherry blossoms starting to bloom wafting over from the park next to the hotel. Yeosang started his walk towards the subway when he saw a small fluffy dog running towards him excitedly, his leash trailing behind him. Yeosang bent down, and held out his hand to the dog, who approached him, and immediately started licking his hand.

"Bong, get back here!" A voice yelled from within the park, he turned and saw Jae running towards them. Her eyes widened as she saw Yeosang.

"Cute dog you have here." Yeosang said, handing her the leash.

"Thank you for catching him. The little stinker ran off when I was tying my shoe. I guess I didn't have the leash under my foot well enough." She explained with a shrug.

"He just wanted to go on an adventure" he commented, as he bent down. Bong nuzzled his head into Yeosangs palms as he pet him. "What kind of dog is he?"

"He's a cavapoo, well at least that's what the shelter said when I adopted him." She bent down as well. Bong was in heaven, enjoying the pets and loves from two people at the same time, his tail whipping back and forth, as he rolled onto his side.

She never expected Yeosangs kindness. Everyone else she encountered avoided her, but he always smiled at her when the rest would stare, and whisper.

They ended up walking the park and talking for over an hour, the park slowly emptying of people as the hour grew later. He found out she worked at the animal shelter, feeding and taking care of the animals in the back. He explained his boring job he had, and ended up venting about his family situation. She was grateful for a friend, and he was grateful for her listening ear.

When his phone started ringing, he saw who was calling and the time his face paled.

"Hello" he answered reluctantly.

"Where are you"

"I got held up after work"

"You should've been home by now"

"I'm sorry, I will be home shortly"

"Your father and I expect more from you" the line went dead. Yeosang sighed heavily.

"Shit" he muttered, then let out an aggravated scream.

"I'm sorry" Jae said, watching him run his fingers through his hair. "I shouldn't have kept you." She stared at her feet, softly kicking at the grass.

"It's not you, I just" his voice fading as he stared off in the distance. "I just wish I had the courage and money to just move out. I just have to figure out how to live my own life." His voice soft yet determined.

Jae found herself softly touching his arm, trying to comfort him. Her timid touch brought him back to reality.

"The subway is going to take forever to get home"

"I live less than a block away, let's take Bong back to my place and I'll give you a ride"

"I can't believe I'm riding bitch on a girls motorcycle" Yeosang muttered as she handed him her extra helmet.

"Well im not letting anyone else drive my baby" Jae laughed putting her own helmet on. She climbed on and started her blue bullet bike. "Climb on, wrap your arms around me and just lean with me around corners." She instructed. The city seemed to fly past, as they made their way towards his house.

"Stop here" he yelled.

"But your house is another block or so," she yelled back.

"My parents are already ready to kill me, I can't imagine what they would do if they saw me get off a motorcycle" he hollered. She shook her head as she stopped, and turned off her bike. He thanked her and handed back the helmet.

"You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to text me" she stared at the ground, her sudden shyness was intriguing. She usually held more of a hard expression, this one seems vulnerable. He smiled.

"I'd love to, but I need your number first" he teased. He could see her cheeks darken through her helmet, as he handed her his phone. She quickly added her number.

He smiled widely as he made his way towards home. He didn't look forward to what would happen once he arrived home, but he looked forward to texting her later.

#ateez #ateez imagines #atiny #ateez fanfic #yeosang fanfic #yeosang fluff #ateez yeosang #yeosang #yeosang angst #yeosang imagines #yeosang college au #ateez college au

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gospelofme · 4 years ago

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How Kix Met His Wife

Kix x Female Reader

No warnings, AU, last name of reader strictly for continuity purposes

Part 3 of 3

Months passed, four in fact. You were sitting at your desk at work, feeling particularly depressed. You had considered dating, but you had been holding out hope of Kix returning. A small part of you though had been gnawing away at that hope. The part of your brain that said it was pointless to pine for a man who may never be coming back.

“Hey, Holtz, you have a visitor.” Detective Farns informed you, pouring himself a cup of caf in his favorite mug.

“Who is it? Is it that guy from the lab with that smashed comm?!” You asked, perking up just a bit. That would help move your current case along.

“Nope, I think this is that doctor from the ER. I don’t remember his name but his hairstyle is familiar.” Detective Farns didn’t realize he was talking to himself, as you had fled the room the moment he said “doctor from the ER”.

You walked quickly down the hall to the lobby but stopped short of the sensor for the automatic door. You slowed your breathing, checked your hair and breath, smoothed down your shirt, and mustered your best neutral face expression.

Kix sat in a chair in the lobby. Showing up at your workplace unannounced might not have been the best idea. He had let the subject of you slip when walking with Jesse while he had been deployed. His batch brother suggesting that he just take the initiative and ask you out. Of course, 4 months had passed. For all he knew you were already seeing someone else. Or perhaps you had forgotten about him. Or maybe you were upset with him for just leaving. Of course, he couldn’t blame you for the last one, or really any of the options his paranoid mind concocted. As he stood up to go tell the woman at the reception desk he would check back some other time, you walked through the door. His eyes met yours instantly, he couldn’t look away from the surprised look on your face.

You had tried to stay neutral, but as soon as he looked over at you, those brown eyes of his drew you in. It looked like he had just gotten back on Coruscant. The man was still in his armor, sans helmet, a red medic symbol on the shoulder plates. You had to admit, that armor was very well tailored. When you had seen him before, he was in white medic fatigues and a lab coat. Of course, you could see then how fit he was but the armor now made it much more obvious.

“Hey.” You said to each other in unison, both giving a small laugh after.

“You go first.” Kix offered, getting one of your perfect smiles. He had dreamed about those more than once while away.

“Well, as you can see, the nose is perfect!” You showed him your face in profile, brushing your left forefinger down the length of your nose. Kix laughed lightly, his smile made your heart flip.

“Good to know!” He said back. You got the strong impression he wanted to talk.

“Hey, Maryanne, I’m bringing him back with me okay.” You informed the receptionist, who handed Kix a visitors badge. The clone didn’t really have a good place to clip it, so you just held it for him. He followed you back to your desk where Detective Farns, Detective Slade, and Detective Mags were kicking around theories about the case you and Farns were discussing. They stopped chatting when they noticed you and Kix.

“Well long time no see Doc.” Farns said.

“Oh, I’m just a Medic. Not a doctor.” Kix clarified.

“Hell, whatever you are, you did a damn fine job on my partner’s nose. She doesn’t scare me as much anymore.” Farns joked, throwing the ball he was tossing at you. You caught it and chucked it back at him.

“Shush Farns, maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll break your nose and Kix can set it.” You retorted. Farns laughing.

“Hey, I’m heading out on break. Let me know if that lab tech shows up with my smashed comm yeah?” You told your partner as you pulled on your coat and holstered your sidearm out of pure habit.

Not far from the department, there was a cafe that served really excellent hot drinks. Kix got cafe, black and no sweeteners. You got extra hot hot chocolate, no whip and non fat.

“So, essentially that’s just hot water with cocoa powder in it yeah?” Kix teased.

“Just like your hot bean juice.” You replied with a grin that wrinkled your nose. You both walked at a slow pace around one of Coruscant’s public parks, picking a bench that was unoccupied.

“So, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back.” You had to broach the subject. You saw Kix’s shoulders drop just a tad.

“Yeah, listen, I’m really sorry about that. I should’ve said something, but I wasn’t sure how best to contact you. I didn’t know if you even really cared.” His apology was sincere, you were good at being able to tell lies from truth, bullshit from honesty.

“It’s fine. You didn’t have to tell me, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.” You replied with a small shrug, rolling your eyes a bit at the mention of dating. You didn’t notice the look on Kix’s face when you said that word, you were too focused on watching a kid chase a ball. Even though it was well passed dark, the park was occupied by lots of holiday shoppers and people enjoying the holiday festivities the park put on every year.

“So how’s work?” He asked finally.

“It’s okay, I’ve been stuck on this one case for a solid month now. The comm unit our suspect used last was smashed to bits, so a technician has been slowly rebuilding it. I’m just worried nothing will be useful and the whole thing goes cold.” You lamented, leaning your head back and sighing. You watched the puff of breath you had exhaled dissipate.

“So where did you go?” You asked him, angling your body towards, putting your left leg on the bench. Kix shrugged.

“Oh, just back to Saleucami and then to Ryloth.” His tone suggested it either wasn’t a big deal, or he didn’t want to talk about it. You loved how the lights of the park lit his face, the shadows it created as well. The angles of his face and nose were quite appealing.

“Hmm, traveling around must be fun at least. But not the war part.” You mentioned. He gave a nod.

“I have been to a lot of different planets. Some are really pretty, others not so much. Where all have you been?” He asked. You gave him a guilty look.

“I’ve never been off planet.” You confessed. He looked at you incredulously.

“Really?!”

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Wow! In thought everyone travelled around.” He said.

“Well, I threw myself into my high school work, and then into my college work...and now into my career work.” You explained, he could relate to dedicating yourself to your job.

You both discarded your finished drinks and started walking back to the station after an hour of chatting. It had actually turned out really nice. There were jokes told and fun stories. Kix was really interested in the exciting Detective stories you had. You’d started out the night by walking next to each other, but ended the night walking with your arm touching his. You boldly took the chance and reached for his hand, Kix readily entwining his fingers with yours. You gave a small smile to yourself as you felt him grip your hand, a smile he didn’t fail to notice.

Once you had arrived back at the station, you didn’t want to go inside. You both stayed quiet, facing each other. He bent his head down and pressed it to your forehead. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead into his.

“Kiss me?” You asked, voice almost silent. You kept your eyes closed, too nervous to look at this man. You were beginning to think he wouldn’t when a pair of soft, warm lips touched yours. You tensed and held your breath for a split second before melting into him. You placed your hands on the icy cold armor plates over his biceps, his hands rested on your back unsurely. You both pulled away after a couple moments, giving each other shy smiles. He walked you into the station, kissing you before you walked into the lobby.

“Can I see you again, and not for your nose?” He whispered against your lips, his eyes closed. He felt your eyelashes brush against his cheek. He opened his eyes to see your beautiful ones looking into his. “Of course.” Came your reply. You pulled him into a kiss before you had to walk back down the hall to your desk.

After you both parted ways, you stayed on the other side of the door when it closed. You touched your freshly-kissed lips and giggled like a little girl.

You walked back to your desk with a wistful smile on your face, noticing your co-workers had all been next to the window that faced down to the station entrance.

“Oooooooooooooooo.” They all said as you floated to your desk and sat down.

“Giirrrrrrllll, look at you. Out there seizing what you want.” Farns said admirably.

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