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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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ererokii · 4 years

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What Goes Around Comes Around

T. Shouto x Fem! Reader (inspired song fic)

Song: What Goes Around by Justin Timberlake

Warnings: angst, cheating, like one scene of sex (very small scene), characters are 18+

Italics mean flashback

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is my first fic and my first attempt at writing angst so I’m sorry if this is quite shit and of course it had to be my boy (pls forgive if there are typos). Also big shoutout to @shoutodoki and @shoutosplaything (also thank u for beta reading gabbi) for letting me tag them!

Don’t wanna think about it

Don't wanna talk about it

I’m just so sick about it

I can’t believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it

I just can’t do it without ya

Can you tell me is this fair?

14 days

It’s been 14 days since the last time you saw Shouto Todoroki. You refused to acknowledge him as the man that you once loved but deep down inside you knew that you still love him. Everyday your thoughts kept haunting you as if it was a song that kept repeating itself without your permission.

Was I good enough?

Did he not love me anymore?

Could I have known before it happened?

Could it have been fixed?

Maybe I wasn’t putting enough effort?

You thought that your relationship was perfect. Like every other couple, you had your ups and downs. To something as silly as leaving the dirty dishes there or something as serious as miscommunication. Regardless, that was the best relationship you’ve been in for a while. Thought Shouto was the one to be. The one you would spend the rest of your life with. You guys were the It Couple. All your friends would always compliment on your relationship. Soulmates. That’s how everyone described your relationship with Shouto. A bond that could never be broken. The universe bringing two people together to forge the most perfect relationship. That’s what everyone used to say.

Tonight, just like every night you stared up at the ceiling refusing to let sleep take over your body as all you saw was Shouto when you closed your eyes. Laying on the couch, you stared up at the ceiling like you were in a trance, unmoving. The blanket lazily hangs off of the couch as you refused to shield your body from the cold. The unfinished dinner stayed on the granite counter in your kitchen, the half-empty wine bottle laid untouched on your low table. How pathetic you thought to yourself as you let out a weak chuckle and sat up slowly, running a hand through your messy hair. A bang like knock to your door startled you, making you turn your head quickly and could have sworn you almost gave yourself whiplash. “Who in the hell..” you mumbled and stood up, wiping your sweaty palms against your shorts as you made your way to the door, stopping in front of it. You let out a deep sigh and fixed your hair quickly to the best of your ability.

“Who is it?”

“Y/N.”

You let out an indescribable noise as you quickly covered your mouth. Why was he here? What does he need? Is he drunk? Millions of questions raced through your mind. Even with the door separating you two, you could still feel his intense gaze burning holes right through it.

“Y/N please open the door. I just want to talk to you and explain things.”

“There is nothing to talk about Todoroki” you snapped and leaned your forehead against the cool wood. He internally cringed whenever you used his last name. It sounded so foreign to him whenever the word escaped your mouth that he honestly forgot what it sounded like.

“Please all I ask of you is to let me explain”

You let out a low groan and unlocked the door quickly, opening it with force that even Shouto was surprised you would agree to face him.

“Explain?! You’re gonna explain how you oh so magically or you tripped and stuck your dick in another girl’s vagina?! Cause if you have an amazing explanation please be my guess and enlighten me.”

“Y/N come on don’t act like that..”

“No! You have no right to tell me how I should be acting! And don’t you fucking dare call me by my name. We aren’t formal anymore” You snapped and felt tears starting to form. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see you cry. Not again.

~~~~

The thought of marrying Shouto has been on your mind for the longest. Being in a relationship for 3 almost 4 years with him was amazing, you were deeply in love with him and you wanted to take the next step.

Recently you noticed a difference in Shouto’s behavior. He lost his loving touch. As time went on you noticed the bridge separating both of you as if it forbade you to meet in the middle once again. It started off small. He would come home later than usual. Yes being a Pro-Hero called for him to be out at unusual times of the night but this didn’t feel right. It wasn’t right.

“Shouto!” You called out from the front of your apartment, slipping on your shoes. “I’m going to be out for a while with Ochako! I shouldn’t be gone too long!”

Silence.

You were met with silence.

A frown formed on your face as you glanced at the man sitting down on the couch, staring down at his phone. ”Shouto?” This time you were met with a grunt. Least it was better than silence. “Did you even listen to what I said?”

“No. What did you say”

Ouch. That hurt.

“I said I was going out. With Ochako” you announced slowly, expecting that he would take notice this time. ”Uh-huh. That's cool.” he mumbled, not looking up from his phone once as a small smile formed on his face. ”Well..okay then I'll see you later then. I love you.”

Once again you were met with silence but this time he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. The look in his eyes looked unrecognized, something you haven't seen since the beginning of your friendship. ”Ok. Stay as long as you want.”

That was some of the red flags you should have taken notice of, but you were so blinded by your love for him that you didn't bring it up.

You told your best friend, Ochako Uraraka about the situation and she simply told you that you were probably overreacting and just needed to speak with the man himself. “Ochako you know he doesn't even acknowledge me anymore. He doesn't say ’I love you’, he's not affectionate anymore and always pushes me away whenever I try to have sex with him. Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?”

The brunette girl sitting beside you swirled the red wine in her glass as she stared down at it. ”I really wish I knew the answer for you Y/N-chan. From what it sounds like you just need to sit down and talk with him. It could possibly just be miscommunication.”

”What if he's cheating on me?”

”I'm going to have to stop you right there. Todoroki may be a bit dense at times but he isn't an idiot. If that were the case I would personally go down there and show him that he doesn't mess with the best girl around. In case you didn't notice, you're the best girl.

A weak chuckle escaped your lips as you took the final sip of your wine, relishing the way it went down your throat and left a tangy aftertaste. “Maybe I’ll buy a little something on the way back. Maybe some strawberry milk and soba noodles from his favorite place.”

“I mean you can do or you could just go straight home and talk to him without any bribery.”

A sigh exited your mouth as you placed your now empty glass on her white table. ”I really appreciate that you let me come over”

A smile tugged on her lips as she wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly against her smaller frame. “Of course Y/N-Chan! Let me know how it goes after!”

Then that’s how you found yourself in front of your door, reciting a small monologue on how you would approach the man. You opened the door quietly, staying put when you heard the soft creak of the door. “He should be home..” you whispered to yourself as you shut the door behind you once you entered your shared apartment. “All I have to do is approach and speak my mi-“ Black heels? When did you leave black heels here?

You didn’t. The only pair of shoes that were beside the black heels were your white slippers. You felt as if your heart dropped down in the depths of your body. It was a misunderstanding. It had to be.

You began walking towards your room, taking quiet steps despite feeling that your feet were dragging across the floor. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable of doing that. Right?

Turning the corner to enter the hallway you stopped your motion and stared. Across the hallway was your closed bedroom door. It felt like a journey that hasn’t even begun. Before taking a single step towards your destination, you heard it.

“S-Shouto!”

That was it. The moan. The noise of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of your once shared bed where it was him making you feel that good. Him touching you in a way that no one else could feel his touch. It used to be you. Only you.

“No no no” you repeated like a mantra and walked over quickly only to stop in front of the door, hand resting about the door knob. You were hesitating, but why? You already had your answer. Was it because you were in denial? You thought this was a dream?

Taking a deep breath you grasped the knob and turned it, pushing the door open quietly.

There it was. The scene you always hoped you would never see. Your now ex-boyfriend, drilling some woman into your mattress. Your presence seemed to be ignored by them.

“Fuck baby you fuck me so good!”

“You’re so fucking tight” Shouto grunted and threw his head back and closed his eyes before opening them again, tensing up on once he spotted you standing right behind him. His hips stilled as his hands let go of the woman’s ass.

You couldn’t believe it and started shaking your head in denial

“Y/N this isn’t what it looks like”

“Oh? What is it then huh? I know I’m not fucking blind. I can see what is going on with my own two eyes.”

He got off the bed quickly and grabbed a spare sheet, placing it on top to cover himself up. “Please Y/N” he whispered. He sounded desperate as he reached to grab your hand while taking a step towards you.

“How long has this been going on.”

“What?”

“How long have you been doing this behind my back.”

“...6 months.”

The past 6 months seemed like a lie now. Every kiss. Every touch. Every ‘I love you’ was nothing but a lie. Now, you remembered all the red flags that were thrown your way but your denial got the best of you. The constant fighting, blowing you off on dates to go hang out at ‘Midoriya’s place’ or even ‘Bakugo’s place’. Coming home late even when he wasn't called for work. It all made sense now.

”Baby we can talk about this”

“No!” You snapped and pointed a shaky finger at him. “Do not beg me. I gave you everything I possibly could. I put in all my time and my energy for this relationship and for you to just..” you trailed off and covered your mouth with your hand, suppressing a sob from fleeing. ”You know...instead for future purposes. If you want out of a relationship j-just tell them. Don't cheat on them from behind. And don’t you dare call me that fucking name again.” You said as confident as you could but in reality it was the opposite of confident. Your voice was wavering, your once perfect mascara was running down your face mixed with your tears.

Shouto gulped and clenched the sheet in his hand. “I still love you Y/N.. we can talk this out please. Just give me a chance.” He whispered and looked directly into your eyes. Broken. Torn. Guilty. The look in his eyes seemed to stare right through your soul.

“If you really loved me, you would have never cheated on me in the first place. You would have come up to me and spoken to me how you felt instead of doing this behind my back… I’m going to leave. When I come back, I want you out of my apartment. Take everything you own and leave.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What goes around, comes around

~~~~

You shut your eyes tightly as the memory and clenched your fists right by your side.

“I was drunk. I went to a bar right when you left to go visit Uraraka.” Shouto said as he took a small step towards you. It felt like the world was suffocating you.

“A bar? That’s your excuse for cheating on me? Drunk for 6 months? Please. I’m not stupid. I know plenty of men that get ‘drunk’ and they don’t cheat on their significant other. I didn’t expect that coming from your mouth. You disappointed me. You let me down. You made me feel like it was my fault.”

“That’s because it’s not!” He suddenly yelled and you flinched slightly at the sudden change of his tone. He let out a deep sigh and kept going forward till he had you caged between him and the wall inside your apartment. “It was all me. I was stupid. I’m sorry for hurting you..I should have just came up to you and spoke to you how I was feeling. I’m sorry.” He whispered and placed his finger underneath your chin to make you look up at him.

You gulped and felt his intense gaze stare through you. His bi-colored hair tickling the top of your forehead. His face was close to yours, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m afraid of losing you..I don’t want to lose you Y/LN” he whispered into your ear, smiling faintly when he saw you shiver. Even like this, he still had the same effect on you and you loathed it. “We can just forgive and forget.. I’ll make it up to you I promise just please forgive me”

You wanted to. You wanted time to go back and give you what you wanted. A meaningful relationship. Being with Shouto was on your mind everyday as if it was mocking you. You desperately wanted to be in his loving arms again, feeling his body on yours. Now that you were caged behind him, a low level panic started to arise in your body. Could you ever forgive him? How could you forget? What makes this different? What if he does it again?

“She cheated on you didn’t she”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, she cheated on you. Didn’t she?”

His quietness was all you needed as your answer. You shook your head and looked up at him, stroking his scar gently with your thumb.

“And you felt if you came back to me thinking I’ll let you back huh? You think that because she cheated on you it’ll make us relate on a different level and make everything better right? How’d it feel? It felt horrible huh? Like your heart was being ripped into two then stomped on.”

Shouto growled faintly and gripped your shoulders a bit tighter, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

“No. I’m not done fucking talking. I cried. I cried and cried for your sorry ass. You and I are not feeling the same type of pain. I loved you. She didn’t. I..I still love you” you whispered the last part under your breath

Shouto sucked in air as he tensed up. Time seemed to stop as the earth stilled. No one said anything. You missed the silence with him. Under different circumstances you would have enjoyed it. “You..you still love me?”

“Course I still love you!” You cried out and pushed him off of you, walking towards him as he kept backing up with each step you took. “But I can’t be with you. Part of me wants to forgive you and throw myself at you but the other half is telling me you’ll just do it again.”

“You think I would do it again?”

“I mean you did it the first time. So what would make it different from the next? Todoroki you just.. you need to leave.”

He quickly reached for your hands and cupped them, holding them to his chest. “I can’t lose you Y/N..” he whispered

“You already did.” You said coldly and pulled your hands out of his grasp. “What goes around comes around huh? That’s your karma now. Get out. I never want to see you again. I want the guilt to swallow you alive.”

He stood there unmoving, hands grasping around nothing as he looked up at you. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry. I hope we can start over again soon. I hope you can forgive me.”

You watched as Todoroki walked down the steps and into the dark night. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders but the hole in your heart was still wide and open. Closing the door till he was no longer in sight, you let your head fall against the wood, letting out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Goodbye Todoroki Shouto.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What Goes Around, Comes Around

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mattness · 3 years

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rock it till waterfalls

Genres: PWP, Songfic, Romantic Inspired by Beyonce's song "Rocket"

Jacob sends to her so many messages, until his black Aston Martin business class with tinted windows was parked in the parking near the office center where Gwen worked. He purposely took off from work for two hours so that they could spend this time together. That's why he was so insistent on texting after texting, begging her to leave the office for lunch.

Gwen: "Five minutes, Jacob. I can't give up everything for you, no matter how much I really want to."

The man snorted, then smiled.

"Okay. I'm waiting patiently for you in the parking lot".

The salon was filled with music from the Depeche Mode song, "Strange Love", and Jacob tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the rhythm, while he carefully looked towards the building, from which Gwendoline came out exactly to the chorus, pulling a leather jacket over a red t-shirt. Black tight pants perfectly emphasized her legs. Frye's gaze lingered on her hips, which caused the most indecent thoughts to creep into his head. While he was thinking about his own, Gwen, noticing a familiar black car in a half-empty parking lot, walked briskly towards it.

"Hi, Gwenny", Jacob greeted her as she climbed into the salon and kissed him on lips as a greeting.

"What's wrong?" Gwen asked anxiously.

"My job", assassin chuckled and loosened the knot of black tie around his neck a little with fingers. Mortimer followed this action closely. "I'm going to Wales today for a couple of days, that's why I insisted on meeting."

"Oh", was all Gwendolyn breathed, who knew perfectly well that Jacob quite often had trips and even flights outside London for work, so she was no stranger to it. "Do you want to have a lunch together?"

Jacob nodded, then smiled slyly. Gwendolyn also knew this smile perfectly well, but now it seemed completely inappropriate. The man even raised his eyebrows, which made Mortimer roll her eyes irritably.

"What?" she feigned incomprehension.

"Gwenny, you know perfectly well what."

"Then let's go home—" she shrugged, but man didn't agree, explaining that they would waste time in vain. "Are you want it here?.."

"Why not? We wanted to start trying different places. Experiment—" Jacob reminded in the most innocent voice, biting his lips.

"But not in broad daylight!"

"The car has tinted windows."

"Everybody will hear us."

"I'll turn up the music louder."

Gwendolyn batted her long eyelashes in confusion, because all arguments against sex in the car were over. Or rather, she tried to come up with some other excuse, but the fantasy exhausted all its resources. Assassin's smile widened, and sparks of desire danced in his green eyes. As a final argument in favor, Frye added in a hoarse baritone:

"We won't see each other for few days, Gwenny."

She finally gave up. Sighing heavily, Gwen pulled her jacket off her shoulders, then bent down to her boots, took them off and began to unbutton her pants without any unnecessary words, while a cheerful Jacob turned up the volume of the music, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top couple of buttons on his shirt. As soon as Mortimer straightened pants off herself, she glanced at Jacob, who, clicking one button near the steering wheel, locked the car doors.

"How much time do we have?"

"I have two hours", assassin whispered, and girl moved to his lap. His hands began to stroke her thighs possessively, rising higher and higher. Gwen took a deep breath, bent down to Jacob's face, pushing the interfering strands of her hair behind her ear, and kissed him. At first gently, as if trying on, and then sensually and passionately, as he loved. The kiss provoked both of them. Their breathing quickly lost its rhythm. Jacob lovingly explored Gwen's native body with his hands, getting his palms under the fabric of t-shirt and wanting to remove the interfering thing. Her fingers carefully straightened the buttons on his shirt, then slid over his skin. A languid moan escaped Gwen's lips through another kiss, and Jacob smiled, knowing very well, how much she liked his body, especially touching him. Gwendolyn broke away from the assassin's lips and began to kiss his neck.

You rock hard, I rock steady

"I'm leaving for just a couple of days, but how will I miss this", Frye breathed, with his eyes closed, enjoying the confident actions of his beloved. Her hands slid down his torso to the belt buckle on trousers. Jacob caught on the elastic band of her black lace panties, trying to pull it off. They both had to distract themselves from the caresses and tinker with her undressing.

Under the intoxicated excitement of Jacob's gaze, Gwendolyn couldn't resist and still took off her t-shirt. Assassin groaned, his fingers caught on the straps of her bra and, gently touching her delicate skin, pulled them off her fragile shoulders, pressing hot kisses to Gwen's chest, who couldn't restrain a new moan, lost in the sounds of some slow song. At this second, they didn't want to hurry anywhere to allow the sweet languor to fill not only every cell of the body, but also the entire space around. Jacob Frye knew how to make the whole world lose its meaning in the moments of their closeness, and they drowned together in the ocean of the highest bliss. His love was truly maddening.

Life has a reason, swimmin' in my love, your love liftin' Higher, harder, Got me screamin' to the Lord, boy!

She could already feel with her skin, how quickly Jacob was aroused, and a shiver of anticipation passed through her body from next actions, that would finally turn their heads. Assassin reluctantly pulled away from her chest, looked with darkened eyes at Gwen, who smiled seductively. Her hands confidently slid again to the belt buckle on Jacob's trousers, carefully unbuttoning, creating a moment of languor mixed with hot impatience.

"Come here. Closer to me, Gwenny—" Jacob whispered passionately, and Gwen didn't hesitate a second longer, directing him into herself with a kiss. So excited and hot. At the same time, a moan of pleasure escaped from their lips. "Damn, baby—" assassin exhaled, squeezing his hands tighter on her buttocks, forcing her to go lower so that he could penetrate deeper. Gwendolyn smiled languidly and didn't immediately begin to move, allowing them to fully enjoy this moment of unity. Goosebumps ran up her spine. The head swam sweetly, and their whole world was reduced to the two of them.

Kiss me, pray we don't overflow, Baby, I know you can feel it pulse, Keepin' the peak of my waterfall, Rock it, baby, rock it, baby, rock it till the water falls

She began to move slowly, and Jacob, without ceasing to shower her with kisses, whispered how much he loved her and was ready to put the whole world at her feet, if only she was just in his arms, always there.

"You're such a romantic", Gwen breathed between kisses, and Frye smiled lazily.

The bodies were gradually covered with perspiration. It was getting hot and stuffy in the car. The windows began to fog up. His breathing quickened. Heart was beating louder in chest, echoing in ears, throbbing in temples. The movements gradually became more intense, rhythmic.

"Lord, Jay... yes, that's it..." Mortimer whispered like a mantra, and Jacob smiled again. How nice it was for him to watch, when she was so good with him, when she was drowning in the deep abyss of pleasure with him. And Frye was ready to do it again and again until she'll started screaming with pleasure.

Soon her body was seized by a sweet convulsion, bringing the long-awaited discharge closer, lifting her with a groan of bliss straight to heaven. Gwen trembled in his arms, shouted his name in languor, froze for several long seconds, then tiredly nuzzling his neck, breathing heavily.

Damn!

It was the best sight Jacob had ever seen in his life. He loved it so much, when Gwendolyn finished, drowning in the abyss with head, sometimes without waiting for him at all, like today. But this didn't outrage him at all, on the contrary, it flattered his ego. He needed a couple more deep thrusts to cum. At the last moment, he slipped out of her, soiling her thighs, but as soon as her breathing came more or less back to normal, Jacob had the strength for the simplest movements, he carefully wiped her skin with a wet napkin, while Gwen was still burning her hot, heavy breath on his neck, trying to recover.

We're so much more than pointless fixtures

"Was it good, honey?" Frye asked in a hoarse whisper, gently stroking her back and tracing uncomplicated patterns with his fingers.

"Very good", Gwen admitted, finally straightening up and looking into his eyes. "And, you know, it's not so bad in your car. Maybe when you come back, we'll repeat it?"

"With pleasure, Gwenny", assassin laughed softly, receiving a gentle kiss on the lips. "Someone resisted at first."

Gwen smiled guiltily.

"You're just driving me crazy, and I quickly forget about everything, about all the rules of decency, Jay", she whispered, hugging Jacob tightly. "I'm going to miss you, baby."

"Time will pass quickly, you'll see", he breathed, stroking her slightly sweaty hair. "Well, if I'm a little late, we can do the same thing over the phone."

Gwendolyn laughed softly, feeling her cheeks flush. Well, no, it was somehow completely... indecent to do this on the phone. However, she thought the same about cars. Until today.

You look so comfortable in my skin. Rockets and waterfalls.

#assassin's creed syndicate #assassin's creed #jacob fyre #jacob x gwen #romantic #love #fanfiction #fanfics #my fanfic #rock it till waterfalls #gwendolyn mortimer #my art #photoshop

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jisvnq · 4 years

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title | Photograph

genre | fluff

warnings | none

word count | ~1.5k words

requested | nope~

description | where jisung gets dared to take a picture with you, otherwise he'll have to ask you out. either way induces a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.

z.txt | okay, so i've changed how it looks (again) lol, so i'm reblogging it, and wow... i can't believe this was my first oneshot... i remember making this in celebration because i came back to tumblr for the first time :D i've gone through this and i think i've improved on my writing a bit :DD ok here you go~~

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"Oh, God, no," Jisung groans as his friends cheered, all looking to one specific girl who sat down under the tree. "No, no, no, no way!"

"A dare's a dare, Jisung," Chenle grinned, mocking him with his own words. "You better do it."

"There's no way I'm gonna take a picture with Y/n!" Jisung said in panic, braving a glance towards you, who sat peacefully on the grass. "No way!"

"C'mon, dude," Haechan smirked, putting an arm around Jisung's shoulders. "So what if you ask for a picture? It's just a picture."

"God, it's gonna be so obvious!" Jisung whined as they stood up, dragging the poor boy to the exit. Jisung tried turning around, but it seems like Jeno, who was now in Haechan's place, wasn't having any of it.

"What's gonna be so obvious?" Renjun teased.

Jisung blushed a bright pink. "You know what! Just– change the dare!"

"Alright," Jaemin smirked. "But you've gotta pick and do at least one by the end of lunch."

"Anything," Jisung pleaded as they stopped in the hallway. Wrong move.

"It's either you ask Y/n out on a date date," Jaemin wiggled his eyebrows. "Or you take a selfie with her."

"You could do both," Chenle grinned. "That works too."

"Oh, no, no, no," Jisung repeated like a mantra, trying ineffectively to resist his friends' force as they pushed him to the exit. "No, oh God, no!"

"Oh, come on, Jisung!" Haechan huffed, holding the struggling boy captive. "Just one picture, just one date. If she rejects you, well, that's impossible."

"How'd you know that?" Jisung asked, miserably trying and failing to escape from Jeno's grasp. "She'd reject me on the spot."

Haechan shrugged as they began to push him towards you again. "I have my sources."

Despite his struggling, deep inside, Jisung had wanted to do this dare, much more than he was letting out. If you did reject him, well, he had an excuse. And if you didn't, he might as well be the happiest boy on Earth.

Soon enough, you were right there in front of him, serene and at peace, softly bobbing your head along to the song playing in your earphones. Jisung simply gave up at this point, looking to his friends who all hid behind another closeby tree nervously. They all gave him a thumbs up. Taking a deep breath, he sat down beside you, making his friends squeal silently.

"Uh- excuse me?" Jisung said timidly, but seeing as you had music blasting through your ears, you didn't hear a thing.

Jisung raised a shaky hand and tapped your shoulder lightly. "E- excuse me, Y/n?"

You turned your head quickly out of surprise, but the gesture caught him off guard, his face suddenly in front of yours. Your cheeks both tinted pink when you had regained your composure.

"Oh– Jisung," you said, taking your earphones out and putting your book down. "What- what brings you here?"

"W- well, uh–" Jisung struggled to form a proper sentence, trying to get his thoughts in check. "I was wondering... you think you could– we could take a picture.... together...?"

His voice got tinier and tinier at the end and it had made you give him a warm smile that had butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"A picture?" you asked. "What for?"

"That- that's not important now," Jisung said, clearly embarrassed as he took his phone out nervously. He looked to you, biting the inside of his cheeks. "So...?"

Who were you to say no to Park Jisung?

"Of course," you said, easing his nerves a bit, but their shot back up as soon as you scoot closer to him to fit in his camera's frame.

It was awkward at first, his hands shaking and sweating, your body angled awkwardly toward the camera, but soon enough, after a bit of teasing from you and some small talk, he loosened up a bit, and you did too. Your elbow now rested on his shoulder, and you two grinned, laughing as you made faces to capture.

"It's a nice book, really," you hummed, running a hand over the cover. You look up to him. "Say, do you want to borrow it?"

Jisung's cheeks flushed. "Oh, no– it's fine. You're still reading it. I can just borrow afterwards."

You chuckled, handing him the book. "It's fine. I don't remember how many times I've even read it. It's called rereading, if you didn't know."

"Hey," Jisung said as he took the book from your hands. "I do know what rereading is. Just, not that you've reread this book."

You chuckled. "I know."

The two of you just sat there on the grass, backs leant against the tree, stealing glances at each other that Jisung's friends hidden behind a neighboring tree didn't miss and didn't hesitate to point out to Jisung, who forgot they were even there.

"Ask her out!" Chenle half-whispered, half-shouted, making Jisung widen his eyes and gesture for him to hide while Jaemin urgently pulled the boy back.

"What was that?" you asked, looking around suspisciously, meeting Jisung's shaking eyes.

"Uh, nothing!" Jisung said a bit too quickly, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes. He knew he already succeeded in his dare, why did he want to ask you out now too?

You nodded, clearly not believing him, but letting it slide. You got up, which surprised Jisung, the boy standing up after you.

"Well," you said, dusting off your skirt. You smiled at him, somehow sad you had to leave. "I guess I have to go now. Class will start soon and my classroom's on the other side of the campus."

"Wait," Jisung said as soon as you turned around, trying to grab your wrist, like what he saw in the movies, but he missed, grabbing your hand instead. He blushed. "I- I, uh, want to ask you something."

You turned around, cheeks the same shade as his, feeling his hands begin to sweat. Your heart beat faster in your chest, thumping against your ribcage harshly. Was he gonna say what you think he'll say?

"What is it?" you asked, almost a whisper. "Jisung?"

"Do you–" Jisung inhaled deeply. "Do you think we could meet up some time? Like- like at the cafe across the street or the library or something? I- I mean, I need to give you the book back, don't I?"

You let a relieved laugh slip from your lips, and it scared Jisung a bit. Why were you laughing? Were you gonna reject him? Oh no–

"Jisung," you said again, a soft smile on your lips. "I'd love to hang out with you some time. Anytime. Just send me when and where, I'll be there."

Jisung's head was pretty much a mess right now. He just asked the prettiest girl in school out, and she said yes. He wanted to slap himself. Was he dreaming? The electricity he felt run up his arm when you squeezed his hand before letting go told him he wasn't.

"How- how will I contact you?" Jisung asked you.

You gave him a grin. "Check the back of the book. It's for when it gets lost."

Jisung turned to the back cover and saw a name and a phone number written on it. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, isn't this your brother's name?"

You laughed brightly. "It's just so no one tries anything if I leave a book lost somewhere. It's happened a few times before."

It was silent for a few moments, just the two of you looking at one another with shy smiles, standing awkwardly in front of each other.

"So," Jisung finally breaks the silence, looking down to his feet as he breaks eye contact. "You- you think tomorrow's okay?"

"To meet up?" you asked. Jisung nodded eagerly, making you chuckle. "Of course! Just send me the photos and I'll be there for sure!"

Jisung smiled, your heart doing a little flip when he did so. "I will."

The two of you bid your goodbyes, you gathering enough courage to wink at Jisung, making his cheeks heat up once again, and he made his way back to his friends with a stupidly wide smile on his face and unsteady feet.

"Woah, dude," Chenle grinned as they all pat their friend's back. "You look like you're drunk."

"Yeah," Jisung grinned back. "Drunk with Y/n~"

"Oh God, she broke him," Renjun snorted.

"So I take it as you got the date?" Jaemin hummed.

Jisung nodded excitedly. "Yep! And I got the pictures! Plus her number!"

Jeno whistled. "Jisung's got the girl alright."

"Ha!" Haechan pumped his fist into the air. "Told you it'd work out fine!"

"Shut up," Jisung mumbled, cheeks turning pink.

And when the topic strayed further and further away from you, Jisung found himself daydreaming about you. He always imagined how a date with you would go. Now, he'd have to work hard to put it into reality. Especially since that reality was with you.

Safe to say, he sent you the pictures (definitely not during history), confirming your attendance for tomorrow's date. Soon enough, one date lead to another, and another, and another, each one with their own corresponding photographs as memories with each other add up.

One date after another, one memory after another, one photograph after another. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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owlsbride · 3 years

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Summary:

Kakashi makes the mistake of giving Sakura a well deserved holidays against her own will. Sakura doesn´t know what to do with her free time, and the Hokage is really interested in it. So an idea strikes him like lightning. They both decide to form a book club, One is going to read Icha Icha and the other one Pride and Prejudice. What will come of it?

Notes:

I don´t own Naruto, Pride and Prejudice, or nothing that I can refer to here; I´m just a sad loser

Chapter 1: A storm is coming

Kakashi was sitting at his office as he had been in the last few years. He was surrounded by scrolls, archives, books and papers, each with a little yellow post-it with three words repeated all over them like a mantra: 'Pending of revision.' Shikamaru was really trying himself to make the Hokage understand of the importance of reading all those documents. The hasty handwriting of the Nara Boy was all over the place trying to catch Kakashi's attention like a reminder that the day that he would sign something without reading it, declaring the Fifth Great War was around the corner. Still, even with his apparent laziness, attention deficit, oblivion and contrary to the opinion of many, Kakashi, truth to be told, was an excellent Hokage. Even against his own predictions and his reluctance to accept the job, Konoha was in one of its best moments: peace reigned in the village, they had a good and constant economic growth and political relations with the rest of the towns and nations flourished day by day after each Diplomatic missions that he attended. Although he hated them inside, he turned out to be quite charming and convincing in person with the rest of the neighbouring leaders, successfully carrying out every meeting, conversation, business deal or whatever.

Kakashi was proud of himself. Proud, but bored and tired. He hated all the office work that separated him from his precious, apparently non-existent free time. Kakashi wasn't able to train, go out on missions more interesting than politics or competing with his one-sided eternal rival, who even in his actual state, was always up to a good challenge, and Kakashi respected him for that. But above all, he had no time for his precious Icha Icha, he was forced to read them more and more sporadically, or secretly for that matter while pretending to read an official document. It was killing him. Not that Kakashi was obsessed with those books, no, at least not that much, he was not a perv, contrary to what people could think. The real thing for Kakashi was that after all these years, so much suffering, war and blood bath, those books, always remain the same. They had a story in them. There were more levels to discover besides the erotic parts, wich in Kakashi's opinion, though exciting, thrilling and tempting, weren't the highlights of Jirayia's best sellers. In those books, he was able to found the romance, the love, the fun and the relationships that he could not afford himself in his own personal life. Not because he didn't like the idea of having a partner, of course he did: a wonderful, strong woman. A woman who can accompany him in every mission but independent enough like to spend time making her own decisions, following her own path, challenging and defiance, but sweet and beautiful at the same time. He wasn't the type of man that wanted a wife to wait for him at home with dinner ready at 9, dressed for the occasion, and just willing to listen to whatever he had to say; a woman who over time only took care of their children (whom he was not even sure if he ever wanted to have), and who eventually abandons all her dreams just to be the wife of Mr Right. Unfortunately, there were not many women like that in Konoha. If they were not a Kunoichi, they were housewives or future housewives to be. And if they were Kunoichis, most of them were already married, very young or very ambitious, and ambition did not get along with Kakashi. More than one girl approached him in the past trying to turn him into a trophy or make it faster to the top on their shinobi path. Kakashi had been able to read them from the first moment, and although it was not what he wanted for his future, he was not a saint. He had learned to enjoy the advantages of being Kakashi Hatake, but sooner than later, he got bored, and for a while now he had left all those games sideways to take refuge in his precious books. Not that in Icha Icha women were presented as he preferred them, but fiction was one thing he could indulge himself with, and reality was another. There was no complication in those books, no real suffering, not disappointment, and definitely not pink-haired former students to adore and admire in secret and for sure not a Lady Tsunade yelling at him 'go for her, you fool.'

Kakashi knew that Sakura was single and that her life was dedicated to her work. For a time he and the Godaime had the habit of meeting a couple of times a week to talk about important matters in the village. But the truth was that between glass and glass of sake, they both ended up talking about more trivial topics and even about their lives. In those talks, Kakashi learned from Tsunade's own words, that Sakura had developed a kind of adoration and infatuation towards him. At the same time, he had confessed that he felt the same for the girl, but he would not do anything about it since it seems entirely out of place. For God's sake, they had been working together for longer than he could remember, and any advance in the wrong direction could break all boundaries. Tsunade always ended these conversations angrily telling him that he was a complete idiot for letting the only woman who could ever make him happy scape and that he, in turn, was an egotistic man who denied Sakura the same happiness. Kakashi wasn't so convinced. So like that, things were what they were, and the Six Hokage was quite content with them. Kakashi was no fool. He was pretty capable of noticing that something was going on with Sakura: the little flirtings, the innocent innuendos, a lingering touch longer than necessary. The signs were there, but that doesn't mean that they have to take another step and turn all that tension in something real.

Kakashi's and Sakura's relationship changed over the years smoothly, just like a river flow. For some time, the pink-haired girl was just that, a kid, a student, the sweet and temperamental little Sakura. Then she became the strong teenager full of determination under the wing of the Godaime, and that was something to respect. Finally, Sakura blossomed in one of the most wonderful women he ever knew. Beautiful, intelligent, strong, subtle, tender, but terrible irritating at times, and he love that. And he had the feeling that Sakura felt quite the same about him, but again, taking everything to another level was something he was not going to consent. What would people think? What would everyone say about Sakura? What would happen to their relationship if things went wrong? He very much preferred this kind of annoying silent game between them than nothing at all. At least they were close friends, they see each other every day, talk for hours, and it was ok. It was much more bearable to have Sakura in this way than not having her at all. So brave in battle and so coward in life.

Kakashi sighed, turning his attention back to all the paperwork over his desk. The sun was setting over Konoha, but it was a different kind of sunset. A storm was coming, a huge one and the sun was hidden behind the heavy clouds,

omens of a rain that would not stop for days, which was really unusual in the village but even regarding the weather the times were changing.

A rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, Kakashi couldn't tell if it was actually a natural phenomenon or the noise of his office door being slammed with all the fury against the wall. Yes, a storm was coming, and Kakashi had utterly forgotten about it.

"Thre weeks Kakashi? Three Weeks?" the Hokage didn't look up from his papers "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Oh, Sa Ku Ra" he started leaving his pen on the desk and crossing his arms "Please come in, the door is open" he wasn't mad, he was just beginning to have some fun after all "Why don't you take a seat".

"Kakashi, what were you thinking? Three weeks is too much" Sakura answered, still mad and with her voice a little bit too pitchy.

"No Sensei? No Hokage Sama today" he leaned over his desk eyeing Sakura from under the Hokage's hat "You must be really mad"

"Well..." Sakura recoiled "yes, but wouldn't you?" Finally, she took a seat at the desk in front of him.

"I would be delighted, but I can see that is not your case." Kakashi removed his hat, it was so annoying after all.

"Hokage Sama, three weeks are too much." There she was, calmer now.

"It's not what Shizune told me" he began lifting his hand to make Sakura stop talking, "your sempai told me that the last week you almost faint of tiredness. That you have been working nearly 24/7 for the last few months, and I can see for myself that you lost weight" he spoke eyeing her, Sakura blushed "So I think, as your Hokage, as you named me yourself that three weeks is a fair and necessary amount of time for taking a holiday." He finished knowingly.

"I don't need three weeks, Kakashi" Sakura tried to spoke in the most calmly way she knew "I'm fine, completely fine" Sakura leaned closer to the silver-haired man in front of her putting her hands over his. Kakashi relaxed in her touch, and for a moment he forgot what they were talking about. Sakura got him where she wanted "You know I'm well sensei" Kakashi looked her in the eyes, and he was about to fall in her charms, but the black bags under them brought him back to reality.

"I'm sorry, Sakura, not this time. The decision is already taken. From now on and during three weeks, you are free of your duties."

"You are insufferable." Sakura grunted.

"And you like me for that" Kakashi answered turning back to sign some papers, smirking under his mask.

"Yeah..." Sakura breath "but, what would I do? It's too much free time."

"I don't know Sa Ku Ra. What do you do in your free time?" The Hokage look at her again, interested in her free time.

"Work?" She said almost shy.

"Come on..." Sakura now has all his attention "don't tell me that you don't go out, that you don't have dates, that you don't travel, that you don't sunbathe or go to spring baths from time to time." Kakashi was amazed, but the part that interested him the most was the dating part, it was vital like breathing for him to know whether or not Sakura had dates with any of the men in the village.

"I don't..." Sakura was ashamed "I don't do anything like that, Sensei" and suddenly she looked fragile and pure and perfect.

"Well, a good time to start then" Kakashi concluded, and he suddenly noted his own stupidity, "but you don't have to do all at the same time, baby steps. For example, you may leave the dating thing for some other holidays."

"Look at you Sensei" Now she was being the teasing Sakura, there were so many levels in her "all so jealous."

"I'm not..." Kakashi tried to defend himself.

"It's ok, Kakashi. I don't date" she said, biting her lower lip in thoughts "Nobody likes a girlfriend who spends to much time with sick people". Kakashi only hum.

"Well, Sakura, you will have to think about what to do with this precious time given to you." The storm in his office was apparently fading away. Outside, not so much.

"With this weather, it will be hard to decide" Sakura sighed in defeat "what were you doing anyway? can I help you?" maybe she could trick Kakashi and do some work after all, even if it wasn't exactly her work.

"You're not going to win this time Sakura, not even if the idea of having you here reading all these documents is tempting as hell." God, he was smart.

Sakura remained seated at the desk in silence, observing the man who once was her sensei and now was like a boss and the village leader.

She observed his features, his movements, his concentration, and she lost herself in his hands that came and went around the desk most elegantly and slowly possible. Suddenly, she fixed her gaze on the little orange book calling her from under a folder. This piqued her interest. What was it that Kakashi liked so much about those perverted books that distorted true love and intrapersonal relationships?

"Anything you like, Sa Ku Ra?" Kakashi asked, raising his brow without looking at her.

"You are still reading those books." She said disapprovingly.

"As always, yes." He simply answered.

"I don't understand how a grown-up man enjoys reading those ridiculous and perverted books."

"You would be highly surprised if you give them a chance." Kakashi stated, leaning back on his chair.

"I hardly doubt it" Sakura responded imitating his posture.

After a moment of silence, Kakashi spoke again.

"You know what, Sakura?" Fun in his voice "It just came to me an excellent idea for your holidays." The smirk under his mask was enormous, he was so enjoying this.

"I'm listening." Sakura's voice was trembling.

"You are going to read Icha Icha, and I'm going to read your favourite book, and then we can exchange opinions." He was ecstatic.

"No way Sensei, I'm not going to read those terrible and misogynist books of yours." Sakura was angry, ashamed, surprised.

"Maa, Sakura, don't be so hard, you don't know if they are misogynist or not" Kakashi dismissed Sakura's disqualifications quickly "or is it that you are afraid of liking them too much? Because let me tell you, I'm not afraid of dying of boredom with your book if that helps you in having a more satisfying free time". He was teasing her in all his glory, and she was blushing like a tomato. She hated him.

"Are you telling me that we are forming a book club with only two members?" Against her own good judgment, Sakura was about to say yes.

"Two really VIP members Sakura." He assured.

"And I choose a book for you?" She asked again

"The one you want, yes." Kakashi waited for her answer patiently. This was going to be absolutely hilarious. After some minutes, she spoke again.

"Ok, but nobody needs to know about this. Is our secret" Sakura started pointing with a menacing finger to Kakashi's face.

"My mouth is sealed" He assured her.

"It's a deal then." She finished extended her hand to shake Kakashi's in agreement.

"It's a deal," He said also shaking her hand "You can take the book home with you now. It's getting late, and it's already raining." He finished de conversation.

"Tomorrow morning you will have the book here in your office Hokage Sama, and I hope you enjoyed," Sakura spoke walking to the door leaving Kakashi to his thoughts.

"I hope that too, Sa Ku Ra." He whispered with a smile.

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bananxjin · 4 years

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Trophy Wife || 2

↦ Coworker!Seokjin x Reader

↦ WC: 8,282

↦ Drama || Angst || Fluff || Slow Burn

↦ Trigger Warnings: Light depictions of smut, drinking

↦ Summary: You thought you knew what you wanted -- You were sure you knew what you wanted. You thought the be-all and end-all was a loving, domestic marriage with your fiance, Touru Kim; the love of your life, the future father of your children, and the man of your dreams, but things happen. Events begin to unfold, and the relationship falls apart. You see the true colors of your husband-to-be, and you realize that maybe he’s not what you built him up to be. With everything laid out in front of you, you knew the be-all and end-all was a loving, domestic marriage.

Just not with Touru.

✨ Masterlist ✨

It became easy to separate your work life from your personal life. You were starting to build some solid relationships with your coworkers. Seulgi and Irene all but begged you to go to happy hour with them sometime, and Namjoon had become a bit of an older brother to you. Not in a way where he looks out for you (Although he does that as well), but more so like when he’s not busy being customer service manager, he’s giving you shit and cracking jokes. It was in some way a relief to you. A relief from the stress you knew you’d have to go home to. A relief that you were actually able to get along with your coworkers. Work became a safe and happy environment for you.

Even Seokjin -- with his cringey dad jokes and doing dorky little dances anytime a good song would come on -- Had started to grow on you. Oh, were you thankful for Seokjin. Even though most of your job came to you easily, there were still thing’s you had a hard time learning and projects you knew you wouldn’t get through on your own, and that’s where Seokjin became somewhat of a blessing, always finding the time and patience to help you where he could.

You quickly learned Seulgi was the last person to go to because although she was a wonderful manager, she had her ways about her. Particularly being like that mother that says, “If I find it, I’m going to beat your ass when I get home.”

Kyla was the first person you’d like to ask, but Kyla was in her final year of high school, so all too often, you’d end up being scheduled to work with Seokjin instead. You were hesitant to ask for his help. Of course you were hesitant. Something about him didn’t sit right with you to begin with, and his very presence in your life left a mark on your relationship. Once you got past all of that though, you found that Seokjin was actually a very nice, very genuine man.

He didn’t act any sort of way that made you uncomfortable. He wasn’t rude when you’d make mistakes, and oh boy did you make mistakes. He was just… Seokjin. So plainly and unabashedly Seokjin. He made small talk with you, asking about your home life and your parents, things like that. You were pretty vague when it came to your family, but he didn’t pry, instead telling you, “I understand, you don’t have to explain yourself.” With that dumb smile he always offered you.

Then he started telling you stories of his friends. Like how he and his old college roommates, Yoongi and Hobi took a road trip, and somehow they ended up leaving Hobi at the truck stop, and they didn’t even realize it until he called them yelling about how they’d left him behind! Or how he knew Namjoon from undergrad, and he actually helped Seokjin get this job. “He really ended up saving my ass, too.” Seokjin breathed as he stacked the last two boxes of whatever you’d been hauling onto the highest shelf.

“I’m working on my masters right now, and my job at uni ended up falling through, so I was like… Legitimately fucked for a minute.” He laughed. “But we ran in similar social circles, and we started talking. He told me how our store needed a new mens lead, and now…” He raised his arms before letting them fall back at his sides, “Here I am!” He giggled.

You smiled, “That’s great, honestly! I’m so happy for you!" You beamed, “But wow, mens lead. And yet you’re always so quick to help Kyla and me in other departments. I don’t know, it seems like you’d be too busy for that.”

He shrugged, “I mean it’s mostly on Tuesdays and Sundays I’m super busy, but you really don’t have to worry about that. We’re coworkers, and I’m more than happy to help where I’m needed!” He explained, a big smile and his one dimple poking through. The works, really. “Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for help.”

Something about that -- His look, the sincerity in his voice, and the fact that you’d quickly realized you two were alone in the stockroom -- The very thing causing tension between you and Touru. It made your heart leap. You caught yourself smiling, and all too quickly were you ready to jump back into work mode.

“Well, I’ve got other things to do now, but thanks again!” And with that, you’d dashed off.

Now here you were. Still in the midst of an argument with your fiance, and after giving Seokjin the cold shoulder for, what? Two weeks now? You’d probably just lost one of your best friends as well.

It was with heavy feet that you carried yourself down the stairwell and into the family living area. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Natural sunlight flooded your house. You hoped that would help set the mood a little bit. Dressed in your lilac silk robe and white lingerie underneath, you were ready to do anything to end this extended feud with Touru.

Not that getting fucked by Touru was a bad thing, but you hated ending arguments this way. You felt like you were giving up. Not only would he deem himself right, but he was also getting rewarded for it, so what does that leave for you? You tried not to think too much about it. It’s whatever, right? It’s not like arguments ended this way very often, so engaging in this ‘fuck and forget’ thing isn’t inherently bad. Right?

You leaned your body weight into the archway leading into the living room, gazing at your fiance with docile bedroom eyes, just waiting for him to look up from his tablet. You knew he was busy getting numbers ready for the end of the third quarter and all, but you knew -- Rather, you hoped in this special circumstance, he’d make some time for you.

“Oh, Touru…” You called out in a soft, sensual tone. You didn’t quite break his focus, but you did catch his attention. The hard lines in his face softened at your beckon call. He lifted his head the slightest bit in curiosity, letting out of a soft “Hm?” but his eyes never strayed from his screen.

Your fingers fiddled with the loose knot holding your robe together as you flirted with the idea of being a tease or just letting him have it all. “I know these last two weeks have been kind of rough on us, and I'm sorry. I was sorta hoping I could make it up to you?”

He’d allow his gaze to slowly trail up your body just as the knot had come undone. The white lace underwear a stark contrast against your skin glowing underneath the sunlight, and the bra while sexy remained just modest enough to cover what was really important.

You couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze, longing to take back what’s always been his. He laid his tablet on the glass coffee table as he rose to his feet. He managed to unravel his tie in the few steps it took for him to hold you in his arms again. It felt good having his lips on yours, and his warm hands grasping at your waist, pulling your body against his.

“I’ve missed you.” He murmured against your lips, “I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry things haven’t been easy lately, but I think we’ll be able to make up for our lost time this morning.” He kissed down your jaw and the side of your neck. You couldn’t help the smile when the soft timbre of his voice tickled your skin.

And yet, something felt out of place.

You forced yourself to focus on him. The hickey he was sucking into the hollow of your throat, or the way his fingers grasped at the back of your knee to pull it around his waist, pinning you against the archway in a submissive manner…

But your mind was elsewhere.

He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs securely around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, whispering something about how good he’s going to make you feel, but you barely heard him. You choked on your own voice as his teeth grazed the new bruise blossoming in your skin. You thread your fingers through his blond hair, willing yourself not to speak for fear of what you might say.

Your back hit the mattress, the robe fell away from your skin as his warm lips descended down your chest and tummy. Soft whispers of ‘I love you’ over and over like he was reciting a mantra to you and only you, but your heart wasn’t in it this time. You screwed your eyes shut, willing yourself into the moment, but all you could see were lips. Those pink, pillow soft lips stretched into that million dollar smile.

You forced your eyes open, but they were soon falling shut once again as lips descended unto the one place you needed him most. Your voice betrayed you, moaning out in a raspy tone like you hadn’t used it in months. Your toes curled in, fingers finding Touru’s hair again.

Yes, this was it. Your body was finally starting to relax. This was exactly what you needed, and it felt good. It felt so good to have your fiance back. “Touru, Touru please…”

You wondered if his dimple was visible when he was going down on you like this. Even if it’s not, you’ll get to see it in his bright smile when he comes back up. Big smile on his face and covered in a thin sheen of sweat and your essence. Until you remembered...

Touru doesn’t have any dimples.

You didn’t get to orgasm. Although, Touru doesn’t need to know that.

Touru…

How unfair of you. To lay there and let him pleasure you to your heart's desire while you think about another man. It’s not even like you wanted him to be there! And you tried! You tried really hard to force his image out of your head, but he’s so intrusive! Everything about him from his broad shoulders to his stupid laugh. Sure he’s attractive, but he’s so full of himself. Not to mention, he’s not the man you’re in love with.

With Touru snoozing beside you, you’d decide you were safe to slip back into your robe and escape to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and maybe cry a little bit. You couldn’t figure it out, you’d barely even spoken to the man after his little ‘play money’ comment. Or calling your fiance a rich daddy’s boy. He’s so disrespectful and has no consideration for how you feel, and yet…

You gripped the edges of the sink as the tears began to flow. Maybe all of this was just because part of you was still mad at Touru. He had started the fight after all, and over Seokjin no less. Maybe subconsciously, you felt guilty for silently admitting to Touru he’s right to dislike your coworker when you knew Seokjin was a fairly decent guy. Certainly not someone Touru needed to worry about.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Whatever this was, it was a one time thing, you reminded yourself. You made quick work of cleaning your face, going the extra mile to ensure there were no traces of tears or guilt.

You tiptoed into the room to find Touru already awake and sitting up on the bed reading something on his phone. Smiling, you crawled over the bed on your knees and wrapped your arms around his bare shoulders, “Hey you,” you giggled, pressing your lips into his neck. “Whatcha reading?”

He hummed, “Just texting my dad. They’re planning for a company dinner in the next couple weeks. Apparently there’s an independent loan service just out of town who’s about to go under.” He explained in a monotone voice, “Dad’s making reservations now, and we’ll discuss buying their company and taking their workers under our wing.”

“So you’re gonna be busier than ever when all of this comes to a head?”

“Pretty much.” He sighed, nudging you off him so he could stand into a stretch. He started picking his clothes up off the floor. “I’ll be the one making preparations to introduce new people into our systems, setting them up for training, maybe outsourcing them where we need them more.” He went on as if he’s explained it one hundred other times. It was rare Kim Co. Loans bought out other companies, but once it happened, it meant yours and Touru’s life had to be put on hold. It was something you fully expected — Anytime it came to the company or his family, you were expected to adapt your everyday life around them.

“Do you know when all this is gonna start?” You asked casually, “You know we're supposed to go look at like, three different venues in November, right?”

“I know.” He sighed like he’s heard it all before. “I just… If we find another one we really like, I don’t want to lose it again.”

You felt bad bringing it up again, but you’ll never forget how brokenhearted you felt having your dream wedding brutally ripped away from you. You were so excited, with Touru’s approval, you were able to reserve your wedding date for what was supposed to be this year at a botanical garden in the countryside. You began planning decorations, wedding colors, bridesmaids dresses -- Everything centered around having your perfect wedding at the botanical gardens. You’d finally be the flower fairy you’d always dreamed of being.

Then April, Touru’s little sister found out where the wedding was being held. She went mental on her older brother telling him how stuffy it’d be in the middle of summer and how sick she’d get spending even just a couple of hours in a “plant infested biome”, and if her brother’s fiancee insisted on having the wedding there, then she wouldn’t be attending. Needless to say, Touru cancelled the reservation almost immediately, and without even consulting you.

“Don’t worry,” Touru reassured you, kneeling down so he could cup your cheeks in his hands, “The Botanical Gardens wedding just wasn’t meant to be.” He whispered, “But that just means that the place we do end up getting married at will be the perfect place. It’s going to be magical, and you’re going to be so happy, you won’t even remember why you were upset about that place.”

Although you could feel tears of anger welling up behind your eyes, you willed yourself not to cry. You pulled your lips into a tight smile and nodded stiffly, “You’re right.” You sniffled. “It doesn’t really matter where we get married. At the end of the day, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.” You whispered. He smiled, “And I’ll be happy with you.” He whispered as he pulled you closer to press a soft kiss to your lips.

That was all that mattered. As long as you get to marry the love of your life, you should be happy.

Right?

It was a surprisingly slow night. For the customers, at least.

But not for Irene who had made it her mission to convince you to cover an overnight shift. She briefly mentioned it when you walked in for your shift, but you were polite in turning her down. “Ah, I don’t think I can.” You told her, “I have to be home to make dinner for my fiance of an evening, and I don’t think he’d be too happy if I was here working instead.” Which wasn’t a lie. If anything, it’s an understatement, you thought to yourself.

Irene scrunched her nose a bit, “Oh, you wouldn’t need to be here until ten O’clock, sweetie!” She laughed, “That’s plenty of time to get dinner and everything out of the way, isn’t it?”

You really felt bad having to turn the shift down, but you knew how Touru would feel if you took it. You smiled sweetly, “I’m really sorry, Irene. I don’t think I can…”

She sighed, clearly disappointed, but accepted her loss. “It’s fine! I’ll figure something out!”

A couple hours later, as you were rushing out of the Women’s dressing room, arms full of folded shirts, Irene approached you again. “Hey, (Y/n)! Got a minute?”

“Uh…” You came to an abrupt stop as she just appeared in front of you from seemingly out of nowhere. “Uhm, I guess I do.”

Irene giggled, “Great! Hey, do you think you’d be interested in covering a night shift for me next month? I know it’s not hours that you usually work, but you’ll basically be doing the same thing, except you’ll be moving new items onto the floor, and some of our older stock into clearance.” She explained, “It’d mean a lot to me, (Y/n). I wouldn’t usually ask you, but one of our overnight associates just went into labor, and she’s not gonna be back for a few weeks, and you’re the only other associate I can ask.”

The only one? What about Seokjin? You cleared your throat as she spoke. Seeming to take the hint, Irene moved so you could run the shirts back to their proper places, but she followed behind you, awaiting your answer with baited breath. “I know, Irene. We just discussed this when I came in, but I already said-”

“Oh, right. Right. You can’t come in because of your fiance, I forgot.” She mumbled while tapping her chin. “I think I wrote that down somewhere, but… Oh, shoot. I must’ve left my notes back in my office.” She sighed, let her hands fall to her sides. “You’re sure there’s no way you can cover? You’ll be making extra money after all!”

You frowned when she told you exactly how much extra you’d make, and that was per hour! Couldn’t she tell she was putting you in a tight spot, or would you really have to spell it out for her? “I’m really sorry, Irene. My answer is still no.”

She tried again during your break, but as soon as you saw her approaching you, you dialed Touru’s number. Luckily he picked up on the second ring. “Hey, baby! How’s work going?”

You knew better than to call him at work, and even got scolded as a result, but you weren’t sure what else to do. You could see the way she rolled her eyes out of the corner of your eye, but she ended up walking away.

Irene was hunting you down by the time you got back on the floor, and once she found you, it was all over but the crying.

“How many times are you going to ask me?” You demanded. Clearly annoyed at how she was handling this situation. Truthfully, you wanted the extra money -- Who wouldn’t? And really, you wouldn’t mind working the extra hours either. But everytime you even started to consider the idea, there was always that little bug of a reminder in the back of your mind, reigning you in, pulling you back. “No!” It yelled. “If you agree to take the night shift, it’ll just start another fight. It’s not worth it.”

Irene frowned, “Please, (Y/n)! It’s just this one shift, and it’ll give me enough time to find a temp to replace Misty while she’s out.” She begged. “You’re literally the last person I can ask. What can I do? I’m willing to offer you anything within reason if you’ll do this for me.”

You sighed, considering her offer. “Are you able to move any of my other shifts around?” You asked.

“Yes! Is that something you’d be interested in?”

You thought about it for a second. Touru’s father had already scheduled that expensive dinner, and it was way out of town, and Touru insisted you go with him even though you had an early shift the next morning.

You peaked a glance at her and oh god, of course she’s giving you sad puppy eyes.

“The last weekend of November. I want that whole weekend off. Friday through Sunday.” You bargained, crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s the only way I can do it.”

And just like that, her face lit up like a christmas tree. All smiles and clasping her hands together, acrylic nails making a scraping sound as they clashed against one another. “Yes! Yes, that’ll work! You’ve got yourself a deal!” She exclaimed, absolutely tickled with excitement. She bounced on her toes and clapped her hands together before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, (Y/n)! You don’t even know how much this means to me!” She giggled. You cringed at the thought of having to explain this to Touru, but this could actually be a good thing! Maybe the two of you could enjoy your weekend together after all!

“It’s no problem at all, Irene.” You said, clearing your throat as she pulled away from you. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement.”

She gave you another bright smile before turning to walk away from you. “Thanks again, (Y/n)! I’ll be sure to let Jin know as well!”

...Huh?

“What? Wait, why do you need to let Seokjin know? Irene!” But she’d already walked away from you.

You stood there, dumbfounded and staring off at the empty space in front of you.

Well it’s not like it’ll just be you and Seokjin! There’s other overnight associates, you reasoned with yourself. It’s a big enough store! And if we're gonna be putting things out all night, then we won’t have time to bother each other! It’ll be fine.

“Hey, (Y/n)!”

Speak of the devil.

“Are you very busy right now?” Seokjin chirped over the radio. You were almost surprised when you’d heard your name in his voice. It’d been a couple days since you’d snubbed him for the comments he made regarding your relationship. Several hours since you’d fantasized about him while your future husband was fucking you into the mattress.

The two of you hadn’t spoken much until now, outside of when you had no choice be it involving customers or general topics regarding work. You’d managed to stay annoyed with him (Whether he knew it or not) up until this weekend, when you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Suddenly, something changed. Even now, when you felt like you should be upset or annoyed with him at the very least, his voice still managed to do something to you. Something you couldn’t quite pinpoint, and may have even been a little scared to find out.

Taking a slow, deep breath and pressing the button on your mic, “It's not too bad. Do you need some help?”

“I do, actually! Do you mind meeting me in the Men’s dressing room?”

You decided to just forget about the night shift for now as you made your way over to the Men’s department. Foot traffic had slowed down significantly about an hour ago. With only you and Seokjin on softline tonight and your side more or less being tidied up, you were just walking around looking for extra work for yourself, straightening shelves as needed, hoping to help a customer or two if they needed it.

A little further ahead, and you soon found a man’s back retreating into the confines of the Men’s dressing room. A man with fluffy dark hair, and broad shoulders that you knew by now you’d recognize anywhere. You wondered if he saw you coming, and what he had waiting for you.

Of course, when you followed close behind, you found the last thing you were expecting to see. “Oh my god, where… Who…”

“It was all in one room.” Seokjin replied, a tight smile etched into his face. Sat before you on the floor of the dressing room was a mountain; a literal mountain of clothing that stood at damn near the same height as your waist. You fell back on your heels, letting your butt hit the wall behind you. It wasn’t even the workload that put you off, you’d probably have all the folding and re-hanging done within an hour give or take, but the fact that you’d be confined to this little space with a man you were clearly attracted to…

Would it be rude of you to tell him you could do it by yourself? Seokjin sighed, breaking you out of your reverie, “Well I guess we should get to work.” He said, falling to his knees. “If you think this is too much, you don’t have to help! I just figured…” He chuckled a bit, losing the right words to say, “I don’t know, but don’t feel obligated is what I’m getting at.”

“No! I said I would!” You responded a bit louder than you’d intended. You fell to your knees on the other side of the clothing pile and began sorting through what you could, folding what looked like it deserved to be folded, and setting aside the items that needed to be hung.

“Thank you.” He said softly. His eyes met yours as he shot you with That Smile. That same fucking smile he used on your first day. Your breath hitched, but you smiled back anyway. Something definitely felt off about him tonight. He was quiet, maybe even a little detached from the situation. He always has something to say; moments like this were never quiet with him. Something about it just didn’t feel right, and despite your presumptuous opinions of him, seeing him like this made you feel bad.

“Did you sleep well last night?” He asked, voice breaking the heavy silence. You hummed, “Well enough, I think.” You reached for another pair of jeans, but your hand retreated too quickly when your fingertips just barely brushed his. You didn’t miss how his eyes caught yours for just a second before focusing back on his task. Did he look sad just then?

“My… Uh. I mean, Touru and I finally resolved some of our problems last night. I think.”

“Touru’s your boyfriend, right?”

“Listen,” He sighed, letting the jeans he’d been trying to fold for the last two minutes fall lazily into his lap, “I’ve been thinking about what I said that one day. About your problems. Your fight with your fiance that I clearly knew nothing about.” He laughed humorlessly. Oh god, he’s really gonna confront you about this, huh?

“Fiance, actually.”

“Fiance. My bad.” He chuckled, seeming to relax a little bit. “That’s good! I know it can be really stressful not getting along with the one you’re in love with, but those problems are always temporary thankfully.” You nodded along, hoping you didn’t look as uncomfortable as you felt.

“I just wanted to apologize.” He finally said. “I know this probably sounds like it’s coming completely out of left field, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how hurt you looked and sounded when you left, and you had every right. I was kind of a jerk with the way I responded.”

You busied yourself with folding as he continued to talk. You didn’t dare look up for fear he was staring at you, but instead focused your gaze on your hands, praying he couldn’t tell they were trembling. “I meant to say something sooner, but I didn’t really know how to bring it up, and I was kind of scared I’d make it worse, but…” He sighed again, composing himself. “I figured it’d be better to just go ahead and say I’m sorry. You don’t have to forgive me immediately, or at all if you don’t want to, but…”

You finally snuck a glance at him. Surprised to have met your gaze, he quickly averted his towards the empty changing room beside him. His cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling at how awkward you two were acting.

“I want you to know I’d like to be your friend someday, (Y/n). Like an actual friend. You can talk to me normally and confide in me when you need to, and I know now I need to have a softer approach with your feelings and I’ll remember that next time. I just hope I didn’t leave a bad first impression, and-”

“Seokjin.” You called out, your stupid fat grin hurting your face from how cute his apology was. His head shot up, big brown eyes wide with curiosity and worry. Big brown eyes that melted any residue of anger or annoyance left in your system. God he’s so goofy looking, but he’s really sweet as he can be, isn’t he? The genuine remorse in his voice, the way his eyes trembled with worry that maybe you’d never like him.

“Seokjin, everything’s okay. I forgive you! You don’t have to apologize or keep explaining yourself to me.” You cleared your throat, this time you’d been the one to look away from him. Oh god, your anxiety was catching up to you. What if Kyla told him? What if he was acting like this because of what you said? No, that doesn’t seem right at all. Seokjin is nothing like the character you had in mind. He’s just genuinely like this.

“I should be apologizing to you as well, actually.” You spoke up after a moment of silence.

“(Y/n)...”

“I think I just got scared.” You admitted to him. “I don’t like opening up to a lot of people, especially not when it comes to my problems with Touru. People suddenly become relationship experts when it comes to other people's lives, but…” You took a deep breath, “I guess what I'm trying to say is I appreciate your apology, and I appreciate you not trying to fix my problems for me. And I’m sorry for storming out the way I did. And if you felt like I’ve treated you any differently this last week, then I’m sorry about that, too.”

Seokjin stared at you silently for a long moment. Then he burst out into a fit of laughter, “You didn’t offend me! You have no reason to apologize!” He choked out. You smiled awkwardly, but before long, his infectious laughter had you joining in as you too, quickly realized the situation. “God, look at us! Two idiots who’ve been agonizing over something that wasn’t even that big of a deal.” He continued, trying to catch his breath. You smiled, “I don’t want us to have problems, Seokjin. I mean it when I say I enjoy your company, and I really enjoy working with you.” You explained shyly, “If the offer is still open, then I’d be happy if we could go back to being friends.”

Seokjin had a child-like look of wonder cross his face for a moment as if that was the last thing he’d expected you to say. You were worried for a moment that you came across the wrong way, but a wondrous look was quickly replaced with a smile. “I always considered you my friend, (Y/n). I’m just glad we’re finally on the same page now.” He laughed. Of course he never stopped liking you. He was never mad at you, he was just waiting for you to not be mad at him. Seokjin wasn’t a bad guy, you just needed to take the time to get to know him for who he was.

Although making friends these last few years hasn’t been that easy. The only two people you’d really hung out with anymore was your best friend, Dahyun and her girlfriend, Chae. They tried looping you into their friend group awhile back, and it was nice seeing those girls when you tagged along with the lot of them. Unfortunately though, it felt like you’d been so busy with planning your wedding, you rarely even got to see your friends anymore. Just another reason why you loved this job as much as you did.

After falling into a comfortable routine with Seokjin for a bit, he’d finally spoken up again. “By the way, (Y/n)...” You looked up curiously.

“You don’t have to keep calling me Seokjin.” He said with a wink,

“Just Jin is fine.”

You and Dahyun finally had a match in your schedules that week and agreed to meet up at the bar. It felt like the two of you didn’t get to hang out as much recently. Although with Tourus father's company helping this small business get back on their feet, you were hoping this meant you’d have a little more time for yourself.

“Hm. Just seems to me like everytime you guys try to move forward with the wedding, something comes up, and suddenly he has to put it off.” Dahyun said, casually watching the swirling liquid in her martini glass, “I don’t know. I think he has his own dream wedding in mind, but he’s just building up to it so it doesn’t seem like he had to ruin… Your dream wedding. Know what I mean?”

You wouldn’t really say he intended on ruining your dream wedding, but you definitely wouldn’t put it past him to push his idea of the perfect wedding instead. “I don’t really think that’s the case, Dahyun.” You sighed, “Touru wouldn’t be that selfish; he wants to see me happy, too. We just… Have to come to a compromise. That’s all.”

Dahyun rolled her eyes. “The wedding is supposed to be about the bride. He’s gonna get his way about everything else in the relationship! I just don’t understand why-”

“Well, technically it wasn’t him this time! His sister said-”

“Fuck his sister!” Dahyun shouted, slamming her glass down and nearly busting the bottom. “God! I can’t stand her! She’s such a bitch! I’m telling you, I know she was trying to set Touru up with that fucking friend of hers last year.” She insists through clenched teeth. “Touru wouldn’t cheat on me, he loves me too much…” Your own voice sounded meak in your ears. You were perfectly confident that your relationship was strong, still it didn’t feel good to think that his own sister of all people would try to replace you.

“I know April and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, but she can be really nice sometimes…” Dahyun raised a brow at you, “She can be nice sometimes.” She echoed. You nodded. Still unconvinced, Dahyun crossed her arms across her chest, perfectly manicured nails dramatically curled around her biceps as she leaned back into her barstool. “Enlighten me then. When was the last time she showed even a small act of kindness towards you?” She asked.

You sighed, “Dahyun, please don’t start this-”

“No, seriously. Something small. The bar is so low at this point.” She retorted, “Even something as small as a compliment. Sending a ‘Happy holidays’ text. Anything.” She continued, reaching out to pick her drink up again, touching the rim to her ruby lips, “I’ll wait.”

Before you could form a response, you jumped at feeling someone clap you on the shoulder. “(Y/n)! Fancy meeting you here!”

You knew that voice. Of course you knew that fucking voice. The man with fluffy black hair, his hand still grasping your shoulder, looked over at the girl beside you. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’d like to ask the same thing!” Dahyun said, a shit-eating grin smeared across her face. She offered her hand to your coworker, “I’m Dahyun, (Y/n)’s best friend. It’s nice to meet you!”

“Awe, how sweet! I’m Jin!” He replied, shaking her hand, “(Y/n) and I work together!” He said, finally releasing your shoulder and taking the barstool on the other side of you before promptly ordering his drink.

“Oh, I forgot you were a working woman now!” Dahyun laughed. You could clearly see Jin’s mouth moving, crescent eyed smiles as his eyes shifted between you to your best friend and back again, but you couldn’t hear what he’d said. You turned back to the bar and idly swirled your drink, quietly sulking over the fact that you were now a party of three instead of a party of two.

Was it really so bad? Dahyun would never rat you out to Touru about Jin showing up here. She wouldn’t have anything to rat out anyway, you reminded yourself. It’s just sheer coincidence that he showed up while you were here. Even so, this was supposed to be a girls night out for the two of you. What right did he have just barging in? “So what brings you here tonight, Jin?” Dahyun asked cheerfully.

Jin shrugged, “I was actually supposed to meet my date here, but she flaked on me. I saw (Y/n) over here and figured I might join you guys for a drink or two.” Jin responded, nudging you with his elbow.

Jin was supposed to be on a date?

“Awe, so you’re not here to swoop (Y/n) off her feet.” Dahyun giggled, catching you off guard. You sputtered mid-drink, hastily scrambling for a napkin, “Dahyun! That’s completely inappropriate!” You scolded her. Jin had been laughing beside you and seemed to pay you no mind, “He’s my coworker!”

“She’s actually a tough nut to crack!” Jin chimed in once he could catch his breath. “Oh believe me, I know! You should hear us go back and forth about-”

You turned and grabbed her bicep, giving Jin a full view of the back of your head, “Hey. Can we not do this right now?” You asked seriously. “Chill out, (Y/n)! We’re just joking around.” She rolled her eyes and nudged your hand off her arm. Jin hadn’t even given her joke a second thought as he put in his order with the bartender.

The night went on like that for quite some time. Jin and Dahyun making merciless jokes about you, Jin talking about your guys’ work -- Although he tried to drag you into the conversation once or twice, your responses were short and sweet. After a while Dahyun started telling him some story from your guys’ college days, you just tuned them out until their conversation ended up meshing with the rest of the background noise.

You ordered another drink with your attention barely focused on your phone in front of you, and you decided to unlock it. Your mind was in a haze, and you couldn’t really keep your focus on anything other than your own bad mood.

You smirked to yourself as you opened your chat thread with Touru.

Last message sent over an hour ago saying, “I understand. I love you!” With a heart emoji. You frowned.

Touru often used to tell you you’re selfish. He’d mostly say it during arguments, but he wouldn’t let you forget it. You remember when you were still in college, he said, “It’s like you live in your head so often, you don’t even see how you’re making other people feel!” Or something along those lines.

He even had the nerve to ask if you cared about him or his feelings, and that one really hurt. Wasn’t that how he convinced you to drop out of nursing school? You couldn’t remember. Or you didn’t want to.

Jin’s squeaky laugh broke you out of your thoughts. You cast a glance over at him for a minute, but he’d already been looking at you. He kept smiling like he was waiting for you to say something. Did he ask you a question?

Maybe Touru was right about you, but who cares. You rolled your eyes at Jin and called the bartender back over. You didn’t know what it was; you didn’t want to dampen the mood, really! The least he could’ve done though, was ask if the two of you were okay with it.

You scrolled mindlessly through your texts, completely skipping over Touru’s “Don’t talk to any guys, and call me if Dahyun starts acting stupid.” spiel. You didn’t want to hear it again. Nights like this, you couldn’t stand Touru’s overprotective bullshit. God forbid you go out with your friends. Actually take some time to enjoy yourself.

You hesitated, your unfocused vision just staring at the wall of text before you finally decided to delete it altogether. You couldn’t take it. You swore if you had to see it one more time, you’d probably just start in on him.

Yeah. You know how to start shit, but you never win, your insecurities berated you.

You’re too much of a sap, always giving into him way too easily. That’s why you let him fuck you senseless last time. Just so you could keep pretending you have a perfect relationship.

“Oh my gosh, you’d love my girlfriend then! Her name’s Chae, and she’s constantly playing that game, too! You guys may have even been on the same server once or twice!” Dahyun’s laugh felt like a wakeup call, dragging you out of your lonely little pity party. You dropped your phone, screen down on the bar. By now, you were nursing your forth margarita, and you were feeling out of sorts. You peaked a glance at Jin. He said something to the bartender, but you couldn’t hear him. He must’ve felt your eyes on him when he turned, shooting you with that adorable dimple smile of his.

You snarled your nose and scoffed at him and turned back to Dahyun, about to tell her you were ready to go, but something stopped you. Her face was scrunched up in concern. You swallowed, trying to rein in some sobriety. You placed a comforting hand on her arm, “Hey. Is everything okay?”

It took her a minute, but she nodded a slow nod, never looking up at you. “Uh. I’m not sure actually. I think something came up with Chaeyoung.” She mumbled. Your eyes widened, “Woah, is she alright?”

“Yeah, but… I’m gonna go check on her.” She quickly got up and started gathering her things. “Just in case. Don’t worry about tonight, okay? I’ll put this all on my tab, yeah?”

“Wait, I can go with you!” You replied, jumping out of your seat a little too quickly. Suddenly, the world felt like it was tilting off its axis, and you could feel yourself stumbling back, but your shoulders just barely grazed someone's chest before you felt them catch you.

“Hey, maybe you should sit back down.” Jin said, trying to lure you into your seat. “I won’t sit back down! Dahyun, is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine, but I really need to go. Jin-”

“I can get her home, it’s fine.”

The world felt like it was spinning a little too quickly. What on earth was going on? “(Y/n) I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Dahyun said quickly, pulling you into a tight embrace which felt like it lasted an eternity. You blatantly refused to hug her back, instead opting to keep your arms tight against your waist, and your hands balled up into fists. “Just…” You breathed, trying not to let your frustration get the better of you. “Just let me know when you get there. And let me know if she’s okay?”

Dahyun smiled, “Of course I will.” She quickly waved goodbye to you both and hurried out of the bar. “C’mon. I think I should be getting you home as well.” Jin said, ushering you towards the door.

You pouted all the way back to your place, just barely uttering directions when Jin asked for them. It was weird, you were angry; you knew you were angry, but over what, you weren’t sure. You’d long since forgotten about Jin interrupting your outing with Dahyun. Having him there was probably more fun than you had anticipated. Not that you’d know, you spent most of your night drowning yourself in sadness and alcohol.

Your first night out in months, and you completely ruined it. Way to go, (Y/n).

“That’s the house up there, but… Can you just drop me off here?” You asked solemnly. “Here?” You could feel Jin giving you a funny look, but you just nodded at his question. It was less than a block away, but you knew better than to let Jin pull up right in front of the house. Even as drunk as you were, you only knew how Touru would react if he saw another man dropping you off instead of your friend.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the door handle, but Jin’s hand grasped your wrist first, mumbling a small “Hey,” Before you could escape. You stopped, turning just a little bit to show you were willing to listen.

“Sorry, I-” He quickly released your wrist and took a deep breath, “I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun hanging out with you and your friend tonight, and… I’m sorry if you felt like I butted in on your guys’ night.”

His voice sounded so small by the end that you had to check on him just to make sure he hadn’t started crying.

Well, now you felt guilty. “Hey,” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry if I seemed a little rude tonight. I just missed Dahyun was all; we haven’t seen each other since I started working, but I promise we had a lot of fun with you, too!”

Jin smiled at you. “I may have a confession to make as well.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “I… I didn’t actually have a date tonight.” He sighed, “I go to that bar pretty often actually to drink and just be around other people, but when I saw you, I thought…”

You took in a deep breath, you weren’t sure how to respond to that. Part of you really just couldn’t wrap your mind around it -- Kim Seokjin, comedic king and pun connoisseur was lonely?

“Well…” You sighed, “I won’t tell anybody, but for future reference, you don’t have to make something up just so you’ll have somebody to drink with.” You explained softly, “Just a simple, ‘Hey, can I sit with you guys?’ oughta do the trick.” you wink at him. His cheeks began to flush as he giggled, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or something else. You could tell your own face was warm. It’d also just occurred to you that your hair is probably sticking to your forehead, and your makeup was probably a little on the runny side, but Jin didn’t seem to care. Or if he did, he certainly wasn’t going to say anything about it. Always the gentleman, you thought to yourself.

Hesitantly, you reach out for his hand resting on the gearshift. You covered it with your own and thumbed over his knuckles, “I’ll see you later, okay Jin?” He offered you a silent nod and a small smile. “Goodnight, (Y/n).”

Your hand retracted as you finally got out of the car, and walked the rest of the way to your house. Jin sat there silently, watching you. Making sure nobody bothered you and you got inside safely.

He could just barely make out your silhouette as you walked by the window when a second, taller figure appeared. He stared -- Openly gawked as they pulled you into them and you looked up, clearly expecting a kiss which the taller figure happily provided. “Must be Touru…” Jin partially mumbled, partially slurred to himself. Something settled into the pit of his stomach as he watched for a moment longer. He could tell how giddy you were by the way you’re clearly bouncing on your toes, and the taller figure -- Touru, wrapped his arms around your waist and dipped his face into the crook of your neck.

He could feel his dick twitching as his thoughts began to linger. Imagining those were his hands on your hips instead of Tourus. Wondering how soft your skin probably felt, or the taste of your lips after drowning several margaritas. Fuck, you looked so good tonight. So pretty, and he couldn’t stop staring at you. You’d even caught him a few times, but you didn’t seem to think anything of it. Or you just didn’t care.

He wondered if he ever crossed your mind. If you ever felt a rush when the two of you would touch. He knew damn well the feeling of your hand on his did something to him tonight. Something he wasn’t expecting. It couldn’t have had that strong of an effect on him though, could it? Obviously it was, otherwise he wouldn’t still be sitting here just a few feet from your house like some creep, feeling mesmerized by your touch.

As if needing a reminder of where he was, he quickly realized Touru had pulled your shirt over your head at some point, and his hands were cupping your breasts. You seemed to enjoy it as your hands grazed his stomach, teasing the lining of his pants.

Jin belched and finally drew his eyes away from the scene, almost in disgust. “Fuckin’ weirdo. She’s not even into you.” He berated himself. Deciding it’s pretty late and he’d already seen more than enough, he turned the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life. It isn’t until he’s already shifted into drive and turned back onto the main street that he’s realized…

He’s definitely jealous of your fiance.

#hey there!!#I've never bore witness to a posting schedule???#so here's chapter 2!!#bts x reader #bts #kim seokjin #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #magicshopnet #non-idol au #retail au #slow burn

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shybre22 · 4 years

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Now for part two I will be doing Ichihime.

Honestly I knew Ichihime would be endgame from early on in the manga and series.

A lot of IR claim that Ichihime doesnt make sense or that they have no development..which at this point I think this is what any anti for any pairing in every anime say.. because that's obviously not true at all.

Even from the very beginning.. not only do we know that Orihime likes Ichigo, but Ichigo seems to pay attention to Orihime, extra close at times.

In this panel, he admits that he worries about her and watching her wears him out with worry, he even wonders if she's really alright. Now its important to remember that this is fairly earlier in the story and at this time Orihime is only an acquaintance at best..but here he is worrying about her.

Not only does he notice her getting hurt...but during the Fullbringer arc he said that she was more likely to get followed or stalked than him when Orihime asked if anyone has been following him.

Hell he's even offered to walk her home.

Weird considering they're only acquaintances at this point right? While I know it's rare for the shounen protagonist to have a crush right off the bat..for arguments sake let's say you look at ichihime interactions with the idea that Ichigo has some sort of crush on Orihime. I feel like his interactions with her make more sense throughout the series and keep this I mind through this post.

Now antis always love to say that Orihime didn't understand Ichigo or couldn't encourage him like Rukia could..but..

Here! Even Tatsuki who has known him since childhood couldn't tell it wasnt Ichigo or his other friends.. but Orihime does notice..she knows that's not him right away.

And here Orihime right away knew he wasn't acting like himself...even Tatsuki was impressed, she said it took her years to figure that out.

Oh yeah she cant encourage him right?? Not only did she give Ichigo the resolve to go save Rukia..but during the Grimmjow fight.. Ichigo was so afraid of frightening Orihime with his mask that he wasn't focusing on the battle.. know think about that..he was so scared to frighten Orihime he wasn't fighting..knowing he could die or get really hurt.

I also hear antis say that Orihime is horrible for being scared of Ichigo when he was still fighting to save her but they need to understand that in the first few chapters of bleach..Orihime was attacked by her brother..her beloved brother, the only family she ever had before he died and he attacked her..as a hollow..and now she's looking at the man she loves with a hollow mask and she's afraid FOR him not necessarily OF him..she's afraid he'll turn completely hollow( which is fair, considering he does later during the ulquiorra fight).

Then all she had to say " please dont die..you dont have to fight for me and you dont have to win..just please dont get hurt". And Ichigo was ready to fight for real..then beat Grimmjow.

She was also able to feel his pain somehow and knew he was crying when he got his powers stolen despite her being far away from him at the time.

Not to mention at this time she was brainwashed by Tsukishima making her and Chad think Ichigo was the one going crazy, but even though she was brainwashed to think it was Tsukishima who she loved..her heart knew better and still felt Ichigo's pain even without seeing him.

Not to mention she was able to see he had a plan to defeat Ywach just from one look into his eyes.

So yeah.. Orihime does understand Ichigo more than most..and just because Rukia does too doesnt mean he should be with her.

And on Ichigo's side antis also say he doesn't care about Orihime only Rukia..and if he does care it's only because Ichigo is protective of his friends.

Now it's clear through the whole series that Ichigo does care about all his friends..but it's also apparent that Ichigo does hold Orihime to a different standard.

This is not far into the story..at this point they are still only classmates and only a few pages ago Ichigo refused to take over Rukia's Soul reaper duties..until he found out a hollow was after Orihime.

Or when Yammy and Ulquiorra hurt Orihime..they also hurt Tatsuki and Chad but he was shown to be obsessing over Orihime ( despite the fact she could literally reverse her injuries) and the fact Tatsuki was a human with no powers should've made him worry over her more..but he felt so guilty for not protecting Orihime he couldn't even look her in the eyes..it got so bad that Rukia made him go to her and look her in the eye and he vowed to never let anyone hurt her again, pluse he didn't apologize to anyone else..just Orihime. I also find it funny how Rukia seems to be a ichihime shipper while her fans hate Orihime and want her to be with Ichigo..I find it funny.

Then we all know how hurt he was when Orihime got taken to Hueco Mundo.. Yes I understand he did rescue Rukia as well but he even said its because he owed her..and he did he owe her his and his families lives..and she was his friend and only on death row because of him. But with Orihime she chose to go to protect her friends and Ichigo had no obligations to her other than she was his friend..

He also walked around like a zombie not even caring when Tatsuki beat the hell out of him asking where Orihime was. He even yelled and threw a fit at the captain commander(you know the strongest soul reaper alive) for suggesting she was a traitor..

He even went against the entire soul society wishes (as a substitute soul reaper no less) to go find Orihime in Hueco Mundo.

One of my favorite scenes is when Ichigo was hurrying to go help Chad and Rukia who were badly injured at the time..when Ulquiorra appears and tries to goad him into a fight.. nothing works until Ulquiorra mentions he was the one who brought Orihime to Hueco Mundo ..which in turn infuriates Ichigo and he swings his sword at him in a blind rage..(remember he was supposed to be helping Chad and Rukia who were injured) but he was so angry that he was the one who brought Orihime there...he didn't say he hurt her or tortured her...he only said he brought her. And. Ichigo. Flipped.

One of my other favorite scenes is when he almost literally rises from near death to get Grimmjow's hands off of Orihime

LET GO OF HER! Was the first thing he says never mind he was almost dead a few minutes ago and still can barely stand. And look at that face his eyes mean business.

And of course one of the most epic Ichihime moments is when Ulquiorra defeats Ichigo and kills him.. he hears Orihime calling for help as Ulquiorra advances to her.. and as he's dying he hears her and tells himself he needs to help her and protect her..even in death he needs to protect her. And yes I'm aware that his inner hollow is the one keeping him from dying..but the only reason Hichigo doesnt completely take over Ichigo and lose his humanity was his will to protect Orihime. Ichigo was chanting " help her", "help her", over and over like a mantra..that's was the last shred of his humanity and even his last shred of humanity wanted nothing more than to protect Orihime.

Not only is Ichigo extra protective of Orihime..but he get flustered around her too.

Like during The Thousand Year Blood War Arc.. when Ichigo was asked by Chad if he liked Orihime's outfit ( Which was very revealing..especially in the boob area) and Ichigo was blushing like an idiot of course.

While most antis swear it's just because Orihime is very beautiful and has a very large chest..remember Chad or Uryu didn't react despite them being males as well..just Ichigo.

Not only that but all of Ichigos enemies always use Orihime to bait him into fights. Enemies like Grimmjow, Nnotora, Ulquiorra, and even Ginjo..they all taunted him about how he was so determined to protect Orihime that they would use her presence to push Ichigo into fighting them.

Antis also claim that they didn't develop.. they went from classmate acquaintances to friends fighting side by side in battle. Orihime went from being shy and stuttering and being nervous in his room to borrowing manga from him and just marching in his room and both teasing each other. Ichigo also went from wanting to protect Orihime by leaving her on the side lines and out of harm's way.. to trusting her to be his shield in battle.

IR"s also claim that Rukia is better than Orihime because she's stronger. Now I know Rukia is strong no doubt..especially when she finally releases her bankai. But for most of the series she hardly does anything..even my husband noticed she only won like two or three fight the whole series and most of the time she was so beat up after she looks like she lost the fight. I'm not trying to talk down on Rukia I love her actually.. it's just is you go back and read the manga..Rukia didn't do much either.. plus Orihime actually has a really really OP power she just doesn't have the heart to hurt anyone so she usually uses her shield or healing, but just like Rukia they didn't do much with her powers.

In the end Ichihime had quite a bit of development..I'm not saying Rukia and Ichigo didnt have a bond..because they had a strong one..but that doesn't always mean romantic..I always felt it was more brother/ sister type than anything. But if you go back and look at all of the Ichihime moments you'll realize their bond as well..you'll realize that Orihime was always their during the really important times and fights.. like the Grimmjow fight, Ulquiorra, fight, the Nnotora fight, his Fullbringer training, his Visored training, and she stood side by side with him in the Ywach fight.

He was actually separated from Rukia more than he was with her..even when they were in the same places..they were always separated. Kubo..I feel made it very clear from early on that ichihime would be endgame..I feel some people were just in denial.

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him-e · 5 years

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Hi, I'm the anon who wrote the 5 asks about the Dany plotline and GRRM. I'd like to apologize to u for lashing out, it was uncalled for and u have every right to state those opinions regardless of what I (or anyone else) think. Feeling hurt by the show wrt Dany's story made me react badly to the idea that it was actually acceptable, especially coming from someone whose ideas I appreciate so much and have spent hours invested on. You can answer them, delete them, idk, I just wanted to say sorry.

No need to apologize, anon! I’m currently on semi-to-full hiatus and that’s why I’m being so slow at answering messages—and yeah, I understand the frustration completely, and I don’t blame you for it. ;))

I’m going to answer your ask anyway. Long reply after the cut:

I hope this doesn’t come off as offensive or confrontational bc that’s not the point, I’ve enjoyed reading your ASOIAF/GoT and TB metas for years and would not reply to them if I weren’t invested on them. That said, I’d like to ask why do you insist on 1) arguing that Dany’s dark turn was reasonable if you don’t hate her and 2) defending D&D and blaming GRRM for what happened on the show. When it comes to 1), sure, Dany might *accidentally* burn KL, but to willingly choose to burn thousands of innocents? She may accept that some casualties would have to occur, but not in the way that the show presented (in that she had the choice to not kill anyone but did). You argue that that direction was valid of because of the recurring theme of how power corrupts, but then I’d argue, what if it were Sansa, another character very much involved in the world of politics? Would you be ok if people argued that it’d make sense for her to give up her ideals and become just as power-hungry and cynic and bitter as Littlefinger? Probably not; what’s the point if those characters become their worst possible selves? Dany was made a villain, was implied to be mad and was called “your satanic majesty”. I really can’t see how you could call those writing decisions valid. When it comes to 2), I’m not saying GRRM is perfect, he’s been quite callous in the book series and especially in F&B when it comes to social issues, but D&D are also professional writers with critical thinking skills and moral values of their own who could have tried to alleviate the problems in the books and not made things even worse. That’s why I don’t get why you’re blaming GRRM for what D&D wrote when the former wasn’t even involved in the ending’s writing process aside from possibly giving them an outline of what happens. GRRM should be criticized for what he wrote and will write, and the finale may have feel been a product of his ideas, but he still has no (moral or legal) responsibility in helping to make the TV show better or worse.

The reason why I maintain that the show’s ending is a (badly written) version of GRRM’s ending is that I can 100% see Martin’s blueprint in the climax+anticlimax structure of the season. The way it twists the audience’s expectations and delves into what happens AFTER the final battle is won, the way it subverts the most reliable narrative conventions and, instead of building up in a crescendo towards a final spectacle where the heroes would sacrifice their lives to save the world in a blaze of glory, it shifts gears almost unpleasantly, slows down to show what happens to them once their heroic purpose is fulfilled and zooms in on their identity crisis, their depression and isolation and sudden lack of purpose… it’s all too deliberate, and IN MY PERSONAL OPINION it’s done with a vision in mind—something I don’t believe d&d would spontaneously put any effort in, especially not if GRRM had already served them a perfectly fine, crowd-pleasing endgame involving Dany’s heroic sacrifice against the Others.

I understand my stance might come across as “defending d&d and blaming GRRM”, but I’m really not? I’ve often repeated how I believe d&d messed things up and that GRRM’s version will make infinitely more sense and be infinitely better written, and I’m sure he will avoid the pitfalls of cynical, circular storytelling, because he’s ultimately a better writer and someone who believes in idealism and true heroism even as he deconstructs it. How can the overall narrative remain uplifting & give a message of hope and faith for humanity while still telling a story that ends with Dany’s descent into “true villainy” (but haven’t we repeated ad nauseam that heroes and villains are too reductive categories for asoiaf?), I don’t know, but it’s not my job to figure it out, and I ultimately trust & respect Martin’s vision and ability to tell the story HE wants.

sure, Dany might *accidentally* burn KL, but to willingly choose to burn thousands of innocents? She may accept that some casualties would have to occur, but not in the way that the show presented

1) I’ve always conceded that, while I think the gist of the storyline is Martin’s, there’s absolutely no guarantee that the battle of King’s Landing will go as we’ve seen in the show, or even happen at the same point of the story (for one thing, Young Griff & JonCon will probably be involved, and that seems more likely to happen before, and not after, the war for the dawn);

2) That said, what I’m relatively confident of, at this point, is that Dany will NOT die in the WftD as a self sacrificial hero (this is entirely FANON SPECULATION, and people treating it like a fixed point in the universe, something the narrative is “inevitably” building towards, is one of the reasons the fandom seems unable to critically analyze show!Dany’s evolution without going hysterical about it and resorting to no true scotsman arguments. I’ve often complained about the dangers of elevating fan theories to canon status, and trust me I never wanted to go full cassandra about this, but here we are). The details and plot points leading up to this might be wildly different from the show’s version, but I think Dany will survive the WftD, which will leave her directionless and purposeless and doubting the truth of her heroic destiny for the first time in her life after she hatched the dragons, and that she’ll cross the ultimate moral horizon in a hail mary to restore that sense of self, that sense of purpose, completing her parabola from princess in rags, to breaker of chains, to conqueror, to savior of humanity, to conqueror again, to TRAGIC HERO. How can this be a valid writing decision, you asked—well, why shouldn’t it? Is something only valid as long as it pleases the audience? What screams tragic hero more than the hero turning into the very thing she swore to eradicate, and realizing it only when it’s too late? There’s something genuinely chilly in Dany’s “if I look back, I’m lost” refrain. This is the mantra of someone who thinks the only way to stay alive is to cross one threshold after the other. So far this coping mechanism has brought her higher, and higher, and higher. But what if it will be her downfall? “I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell”, indeed;

3) Dany’s burning KL *accidentally* is like Stannis burning Shireen “but only if the circumstances are dire enough / the stakes are high enough”. No offense, but this is typical stan logic: you admit the possibility that your faves might go through a dark phase but you don’t want to have to unstan them, so you want them to do bad things for good reasons, or because there’s no other choice, or because “they didn’t know”. That’s understandable, but I don’t think Martin is the type of writer to give his character free passes or soften the blow of their moral crucibles like that. This is NOT to say that the show did Dany’s dark turn WELL, because it DIDN’T—her motivations were all over the place, the turning point (the bells) wasn’t believable because it lacked connection to her character arc, the narrative backed away from showing the attack from her pov which betrays the writers’ inability to make sense of this psychological downfall from HER perspective, etc. But to say “Dany will NEVER! BURN! INNOCENTS! ON PURPOSE!” sounds very, very premature to me.

(re: Sansa, hasn’t power corrupted her too, to an extent? Hasn’t she lied, schemed, manipulated, spilled secrets, in order to restore & secure the Stark hold on the North? Isn’t she queen, in part, because the rest of her family was scattered at the four corners of the known world? I’m not particularly happy with the way she was written this season, and I think some of her choices were questionable; but at the same time I reject the idea that a character ending up more flawed, or morally ambiguous, or less likeable than they were at the beginning must necessarily be bad storytelling)

I’m not saying GRRM is perfect, he’s been quite callous in the book series and especially in F&B when it comes to social issues, but D&D are also professional writers with critical thinking skills and moral values of their own who could have tried to alleviate the problems in the books and not made things even worse. That’s why I don’t get why you’re blaming GRRM for what D&D wrote when the former wasn’t even involved in the ending’s writing process aside from possibly giving them an outline of what happens. GRRM should be criticized for what he wrote and will write, and the finale may have feel been a product of his ideas, but he still has no (moral or legal) responsibility in helping to make the TV show better or worse.

Martin is not responsible of the show’s writing, but he is responsible of the outline he gave to the showrunners, and right now I have no reason to believe they didn’t follow it, at least for the most part. For years I’ve been told that “the show is not the books”, and while that’s certainly true, I can’t, and won’t, separate the show from the books when it comes to book speculation, because the show is still for all intents and purposes an ADAPTATION of the book series, and while it’s irresponsible to expect it to be a 1:1 transcription of what will happen in TWOW and ADOS, it’s also equally (imo) irresponsible to act like the two canons have nothing to do with each other and that it’s stupid to use the show as a resource for book speculation. If people want to pretend the show never happened, good for them, but that’s not the way I think, personally. I don’t blame GRRM for the show’s faults, and my reservations are actually 90% about the EXECUTION of the plot which is ENTIRELY on d&d, but there’s a 10% of my concerns that is about the IDEA in itself, regardless of context and execution—the idea of the story ending with a bittersweet anticlimax involving the death/downfall of the MOST PROMINENT FEMALE HERO OF THE SERIES, who is also the carrier of the most subversive anti-establishment political message in the story.

tldr: I’m not criticizing GRRM for what he hasn’t written yet, but I can certainly criticize him for what I think is a (however botched) adaptation of his outline, if the main selling points of said outline are questionable in themselves. No one can convince me that GRRM told d&d that Jon and Dany would die heroically to save the world and they ARBITRARILY decided to fuck it up for shock value or whatever, and just accidentally stumbled onto a more subversive and provocative ending than what Martin HIMSELF was planning. (that would make them two geniuses, even if the execution sucked, lol)

and if i’m wrong about it, well:

but until then…

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