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chosonore · 3 years

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summary: naoya isn't good at taking care of people but he's willing to try because it's you

a/n: this was really just inspired by that one time i said naoya would just nudge you with his foot and be like you okay? when you're sick. i don't particularly like naoya and yet here i am. i just couldn't do him dirty shshsgsvx have some tsundere naoya, enjoy!

the door creaked quietly as naoya stepped in the apartment, carelessly chucking his shoes and coat to the side. it was silent, almost eerily so, and for a brief moment he thought of all the horrible scenarios that could have happened while he was out to buy groceries and take out. he snapped out of the trance as quickly as it came and shook his head. stupid, he thought to himself, as if he'd ever let anything happen to his wife. no, no one would dare to touch what was his. nonetheless, his strides towards the bedroom got longer and quicker the more time passes; he just wanted to check if you're still sleeping, really. there's no other thought behind it.

your eyes opened as you hear the door open slightly, irritated by the light that was suddenly flooding the room. when you got sick over the weekend, naoya was left to his own devices and tried his best to take care of you; he was rather helpless in this department and got easily irritated when something wasn't going his way. but it warmed your heart to know that this usually brash and arrogant man only showed his soft side to you, albeit hesitant. he would never admit or openly show that he cared but you could tell by the way he always made sure to place a cold, wet towel on your forehead before he left to attend to his business or when he wiped you down and helped you change out of your sweaty clothes. and when you woke in the middle of the day, there was always a meal on the table. naoya had ordered some food before he left, you knew he didn't cook unless he absolutely had to (naoya is a bad cook and there was no denying it. that was the only time you'd ever seen him admit being bad at something and promptly got the cold shoulder when you teased him about it).

you closed your eyes, pretending to still be asleep. truthfully, you were still feeling sluggish and weak but it wasn't as bad anymore, you were slowly getting better. one step. and another. naoya stopped near the futon. you felt something nudge you.

"y/n. you okay?"

you blinked. did this idiot just nudge you with his foot as if you were some insect? "get your foot away from me," you grumbled and shuffled slightly so you could face him. for a split second, you could see the annoyed glint in his eyes, knowing that he wanted to retort something but refrained from doing so when he saw you rolled up in the blanket like a burrito. kneeling down, he reached out to you and brushed your hair back gently, then placing his hand on your forehead.

"your fever has gone down, that's good. how do you feel?" he questioned you before laying on the futon, propped up on his elbow. you giggled quietly, moving closer so you could wrap your arms around him and pressed your face in his chest. it was rare that he let you do this, usually allergic to any kind of affectionate display unless he iniated it himself - he must really be concerned, you concluded. you felt him pull you closer, shuddering a little when his cold fingers touched your skin and caressing it in slow strokes.

"'m feeling much better now that my handsome husband has come home and holds me like this," you replied cheekily. "everyday i wait in agony, hoping you'll crack and be a little softie to me. do i really have to be sick for you to be this affectionate?"

naoya rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead weakly. you groaned, holding your forehead as you dramatically pushed him away as best as you could.

"i'm sick in bed and miss my husband all day and you treat me like this? oh woe is me! do you not love me?"

"shut up." naoya pulled you back in, burying his face in your hair. when he stayed silent, you feared that you'd annoyed him too much until he exhaled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "i was worried about you so i came home earlier. you were sleeping so tightly this morning so i didn't wake you but then you didn't respond to any messages so i thought your fever got worse."

"oh," so naoya really was worried and you didn't just imagine the concerned look on his face when he entered the room. part of you thought about pretending to be sick for a little longer, just so he would continue pampering you like this. you liked the attention, liked this soft and vulnerable side to him.

"sorry, i was sleeping most of the time or watching tv... wasn't paying attention to the phone," you mumbled apologetically, tilting your head up so you could place a kiss on his chin. naoya leaned down, capturing your lips with his instead. he kissed you languidly, making you melt into the kiss, feeling wonderfully blissful.

"naoya, you'll get sick too," you weakly protested as you pulled away, pushing at his shoulder gently.

"i don't care. nothing is going stop me from kissing my wife."

"your wife is objecting though, i really don't want you to get sick as well," you squished his cheeks smiling. "nurse me back to health and i'll give you all the smooches you want."

naoya sighed in defeat. he didn't like being ordered around, he did what he wanted and no one would stand in his way. but for you, he'd make an exception. he freed himself from your tangled limbs and walked to your shared wardrobe, picking one of his shirts for you to wear. "i bought porridge for you. i assume you haven't eaten yet?"

you shook your head, putting the shirt on before holding your hands up to him like a child and making grabby hands. "no, i'm really hungry."

naoya couldn't surpress his smile as he picked you up, letting you cling to him like a koala as he walked to the kitchen.

#yes i know he's very ooc but listen #see this is the annoying thing about me i always see the good in people lol #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #naoya zenin #naoya zenin x reader #zenin naoya x reader #naoya #jujutsu kaisen x reader #zenin naoya #writing

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drasin · 3 years

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Day 15 - Sick

Johnny Cage x Erron Black

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Link to Ao3 if anyone prefers to read there -> [LINK]

Erron has a fever. For a long time he didn't allow anyone to see him like this. But now Johnny is willing to take care of him.

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Word Count: 2,800

Erron's expression suddenly changed, and after two deep inhalations, he was no longer able to hold back a loud sneeze. He hid his face in the bend of the arm, and pain immediately pierced through his head. Cold chills spread over his body along with a wave of nausea. Earlier he had still tried to fool himself, but now it was impossible to deny how bad a state he was in.

The last time he had been seriously sick was several years ago, and he had managed to forget how unpleasant the condition was. Probably all those patrols through the snow-covered mountains in Outworld were responsible for that. But it was no different on Earth. Bloody winter.

He hoped, no less, that it would pass quickly as usual. He didn't tend to catch colds easily, and if it happened he almost always recovered immediately. However, when it came to serious fevers, it took a bit longer. But of course this had to happen now. Any, literally any other day would be better than this.

He had just shown up at Johnny's house. It was his first visit to his house, which in itself was something new and quite a milestone in their relationship. The soldier lived in the mountains. There weren't many other residents around, and the closest ones lived quite far away anyway. The place was quite big and modern as befits a retired Hollywood star; but he didn't expect it to have such a cozy and family atmosphere.

They were going to spend this time with just the two of them. Cassie stayed on duty and her father got the weekend off. It took them some time to sort out their schedules so they could meet up here. It was supposed to be nice.

Well, it turned out to be shitty. That's how lucky he was.

He shook with the cold, though it was definitely warmer here than outside. Honestly, he didn't know if he still had anything to stand here for. At this moment he was useless. Dizzy and tired, his only wish was to crawl into bed and sleep as long as possible.

That's not what someone does when they come to see their boyfriend. There are literally a million better things he'd like to be doing right now, but instead he's going to have to tell him that nothing is going to happen this weekend. He hasn't even had time to take his shoes off properly yet to have a reason to put them back on.

"I got a towel for-- Shit. You look a lot worse than a second before." Cage just returned to the hallway, with his excellent sense of observation. The first thing he did when he opened the door was to run to the bathroom. Due to the fact that it was snowing outside and the horse ride had left him all wet. And the man apparently couldn't ignore it or even wait.

"I don't feel too great." And it was audible, too. The words came out weaker than he would have liked. He coughed to clear his throat and get rid of the hoarseness, but it came out poorly.

"I can see that." He raised an eyebrow with an obvious tone, and put a hand to his forehead. "Damn you're hot." He started normally, but quickly continued amused. "I mean the fever. Though between you and me, even with that, you're still damn stunning." A wicked smile made Black's mood slightly better, even despite his shitty mood.

He smiled weakly, which unfortunately faded fast. "Sorry, that's not how it was supposed to be." He rubbed his eyes, feeling the migraine-induced throbbing under his fingers. "I felt fine just a few hours ago."

"Hey, it's okay. We don't choose when we get sick." Johnny was, as always, full of understanding. He didn't even look like he was disappointed, more like worried about him.

Well, Black, on the other hand, was disappointed. He really wanted to have an enjoyable time with him. Unfortunately, sometimes life is a bitch and there's nothing you can do about it. "Well, there's not a whole lot here for me." This wasn't how he wanted it to end, but he didn't see any other alternative. "I think it's better if I just go."

At this point, Cage looked as if he had insulted him, to say the least. "Sorry, but what the fuck are you bullshitting? Are you out of your mind because of that fever?" He reacted a little more harshly than he had anticipated. And not in the direction he had thought of. "Where do you think you're goin'?"

"I'm not useful for anything right now. I'll only be trouble for you." He muttered tiredly, without the strength to argue. "You see how I look."

"Yes, I see. But I'm definitely not going to let you out in the snow just because you can't fuck with me." He threw a towel over his head and pulled him closer, wiping the drops running from his hair. "Erron, why did you even think of that?"

He made a grimace, sliding his gaze away. It was an obvious first choice for him. He wasn't used to being around people in such moments of weakness. Plus, he didn't want the soldier going through the same thing just because he took pity on him. "I don't want to make you sick."

"I don't give a shit." He declared it very calmly but firmly, and placed both soft hands on his frozen cheeks. Black felt incredibly pleasantly warm. He closed his eyes, wanting to sink into them even more. He opened them only when Johnny lifted his head to meet his gaze. "And you know what I do give a shit about? You." He stroked him gently with his thumb, and warmth rose in his chest as well. "You're my boyfriend, and besides, you're also my best friend. I wouldn't let you go in any way, just as you are not and never will be a bother to me."

"But--" He started, but wasn't allowed to finish.

"Sorry but you're sick, you've lost your vote." Without further ado, he dragged him up the stairs. Black didn't even have time to look around. Johnny opened one of the doors leading as it came out to the bathroom. "Hop in the shower. I'll bring you some clothes." He left him without the possibility of any objection.

And he could keep trying to refuse, but he honestly didn't have the strength for it. Besides, Cage made his stance very clear and he could be incredibly stubborn sometimes. And well, a nice hot shower was suddenly all he could think about right now.

So he pulled off his wet clothes, placing them messily on the washing machine. It took a surprisingly short time to adjust the water. Not like some of the hotels he had stayed in. After a while, the windows of the cabin fogged up, and he stepped under the stream, which gave him a pleasant shiver.

That was what he needed. For a moment he felt better, as if completely forgetting about the sickness. However, the blocked nose quickly reminded him of the discomfort he constantly felt. Nevertheless, under hot water it was much better.

The bathroom door opened for a moment, and he saw only the indistinct silhouette of a man who had disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

The water was pouring, and the room began to feel more like a sauna. He spent about ten more minutes like this. Longer standing than actually washing. It was so comfortable that he could almost fall asleep in this position. And although he wanted to stay here forever, he finally forced himself to leave.

He stepped out of the cabin onto the soft rug, immediately reaching for a towel. He wrapped it tightly, realizing it was heated from the radiator. Damn. When was the last time he had such good conditions? He almost thought he could get used to it, but upon reconsideration, it occurred to him that it wouldn't be so easy. This wasn't what he was used to in his decades of being a nomadic mercenary.

After drying his body, he reached for the clothes. Only the underwear was from his bag. The rest were Johnny's clothes. At first glance more comfortable and homely than his own. He pulled on gray sweatpants and a slightly looser t-shirt with a picture of some movie Johnny played.

In that set, refreshed, he walked out of the bathroom to run into Cage who was just walking along the corridor with a pack of medicine and a steaming mug of something that smelled like tea. "You look better right away."

"Totally random shirt choice?"

"Of course." The soft smile betrayed that it was an innocent lie. "But it suits you." He sent him a wink. "Come on.

They headed a few meters away. With a push of his hip, the soldier opened the door to what turned out to be his bedroom. He didn't know why he expected even a small mess. Johnny kept the whole house tidy. And the bedroom itself was nicely decorated. In addition to the usual household items, there were belts he had won in fights on the walls and a dozen movie awards on the shelves.

What interested him most, however, was the king-size bed. From the appearance it seemed incredibly soft, and in fact it was so at first touch. He stumbled slightly as he felt dizzy again. Cage held him and helped to slide into bed. At this point he no longer questioned anything. He let him take care of himself, though it wasn't something he was used to doing. But with him it was different. He trusted Johnny like no one else.

"I'd honestly rather you throw me on the bed than help me keep the balance." He said half-jokingly. In truth, that was the plan all along.

Cage appreciated the effort and replied with an equivocal smile. "We'll talk about it when you're able to walk without wobbling. For now, you can swallow your pills." He handed him the meds as well as a cup so he could sip them. As Erron busied himself with this activity, the man went to the door and turned off the large light, creating a semi-darkness in the room. "Get some rest, okay?"

Black finally gave up completely and covered himself with the blanket. Although he still felt a little stupid about how it came out, his boyfriend's cordial tone convinced him that he didn't have to feel that way at all. "Yeah. And... uh, thanks."

"No need. Good night." With that, he left the room, closing the door, and the exhausted gunslinger became instantly sleepy with the sudden silence.

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The thing that must have woken him up in the middle of the night was most likely his shitty feeling. A heated, uneven breath escaped from his quivering lips. He felt like he was burning from the inside, even though he was cold at the same time. All his muscles hurt at the slightest movement, so he groaned as he wriggled to get into a position where he wouldn't feel nauseous.

He was so helpless that he would have worried if he would have been anywhere other than in his partner's bedroom. The blanket slipped over his stomach as he twisted onto his back. The shirt, meanwhile, was clinging to his skin damp with sweat. He felt awful, literally, like his body was doing everything possible to keep him from falling asleep again.

His clogged sinuses annoyed him just the same, even after he successfully blew his nose into the tissues left on the bedside table. Johnny really thought about everything. But despite the best care, he still felt like he was dying.

Well, maybe he was being a little dramatic. He didn't have a comparison if others were going through a fever like this as well. Memories of his young years in Texas were residual. But it had definitely been a long time since he had felt this bad just lying down. Even getting shot seemed better now.

Suddenly the door creaked open. A few quiet footsteps sounded, and Black didn't even have the strength to lift his head. He didn't have to, after all, because a moment later Cage appeared beside him. Without a word, he placed his hand on his forehead and then replaced it with a cool towel.

It felt good. Really good. As if he was reading his mind. Although it was more possible that he simply had more experience in taking care of sick family members, unlike him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Erron took a moment to pull himself together for an answer. "As I look." The raspy voice didn't sound like usual. He covered his mouth and finished the sentence with a cough. Exhausted with heavy breathing, he shifted his gaze to the man again. "You don't have to sit here with me."

Johnny smiled gently and placed a hand on his cheek. "You want me to go?

The man must have been well aware of what he was doing, because the moment their skin made contact, the cowboy suddenly felt the urge to make it never end. The pleasantly contrasting temperature soothed his physical needs, and the closeness of his partner filled the strange emptiness that had accompanied him before.

"No." He admitted, taking a deeper breath and covered the soldier's hand with his own. Somehow the mere presence of his boyfriend worked so well for him. The scenario in which he was returning to Outworld had just seemed awfully grim. Thankfully, however, that wasn't what happened, and he could focus on that. The heavy eyelids finally closed on their own, and not knowing when, he drifted off to sleep. This time in the company of his lover.

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The second awakening was definitely better, if not the best he had in recent months. Seeing that he wasn't in a familiar room, he lifted himself to a sitting position, looking around. He quickly remembered how he got here and everything that had happened, so he was immediately struck by how good he felt.

No nausea or stuffy nose or any coughing. Like a newborn. He put his hand to his forehead in disbelief that it was all over. His enhanced regeneration combined with Johnny's medication had apparently worked better than either of them would have expected.

That's right, Johnny. He wasn't here. It was possible he hadn't even slept here, though the mercenary wasn't entirely sure what time it was now. Without hesitation he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom taking a quick shower. He put only the gray sweatpants back on, throwing the t-shirt in the laundry basket. After getting out he walked down the stairs from where he could smell the pleasant scent.

Already passing through the living room, he saw Cage in the kitchen dancing in place to the rhythm of the music, absorbed in cooking. Black smiled slightly and stopped, not wanting to interrupt him. But he didn't watch for too long, as the man soon noticed him.

"Wow. That's what I call a pleasant sight in the morning." At first surprised, and then with a flirtatious smirk, his eyes trailed down to his naked chest. "You look so much better." He was visibly glad.

"Because I do. Completely recovered."

"Wait, already? Is this another one of your super abilities?" The sudden indignation made the cowboy laugh a little. "I mean, good for you. But I made you a chicken soup."

So this smelled so nice. "I'm still eager to eat it. Now at least I'll taste something." He assured him, immediately seeing how much he did for him. Besides, without the runny nose everything was more enjoyable, that was for sure.

"I guess you're right." He stirred the pot and scooped up some of the hot soup. A blissful smile appeared as he closed his eyes and nodded. "It's ready. You wanna taste?"

"Sure." Black moved from his spot and after a few steps found himself at the stove. But instead of the spoon, he leaned into his partner, and pressed his lips to his, wrapping arms around his neck. Johnny blindly put the spoon down and put his hands on his hips, accepting the kiss. It wasn't deep, but long and slow. Erron put into it all the affection and gratitude his partner deserved. And when he pulled away he licked his lips, watching the man slowly lift his eyelids with a steadying breath. "You were right, it's good."

Johnny laughed briefly. "Okay, do you want me to pour you a bowl or maybe throw you on the bed first?"

#blacage #erron black #johnny cage #fictober 2021

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Arrangements (part 4)

PHEW never thought I would actually be run out of ideas for this series I created right on the start of this blog neither that I was going to be filled with requests 😂 but finally is here the fourth part about it.

If you're not familiar, pls take a sneak peak on the masterlist that the three first part are all there, it won't hurt you promise 👀

Anyway. Enjoy it! (Or not, if that's the case I'm sorry)

You tighten the know made of sheets, certifications were never too much. Especially on this situation you got involved with.

Your dad was a wise man. Even though daring to contradict a contract with the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, he insisted for you to start preparing your escapade. His quirk on action as well while you prepared for in the middle of the night to jump from that balcony and escape that arrangement marriage.

You sweared on your life that this was madness, that you tried to deny your father's offer for his own safety, but he insisted. He refused to let his kid drown on a life with the mafia like he did... out of pure desperation.

You jumped when you heard talking from the other side and immediately covered your made up rope as you turned your front to the door. Widening your eyes a bit in fear when you catch those monotonous, cold, unforgiving golden eyes on you.

He didn't say a word, merely closing the door behind him. Never taking his glance out of you. He averted his eyes a bit only to carres a desk with that gloved hand of his, he soon bringed the said palm as he rubbed his index finger with his thumb, face the same as always ever since you met him.

"Dirty." He muttered in what only could be called disgust. A frow forming on his forehead as he inspected the room "Good for nothing subordinates I see." He mumbled nonchantly to himself as you gulped down the air stuck on your throat.

His amber eyes suddenly looked back at you, irritation present on this time as he spoke like you were some kind of mischievous child.

"I see that or you are throwing a tantrum about not eating for whatever reason, or you simply still haven't customized around the place." He sighed with annoyance as he arche done eyebrow "Which one is it?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at his arrogance and curled your hands into fits, but still got your compusture together.

"Well, as some forced thing, clearly I wouldn't be on the most comfortable side of here." You spoke with a tad bit of fear, lowering your gaze down at noticing that he didn't even blinked while looking at you.

"Such childish thing." He scoffed and looked at the window of your room "In your place many would be considered lucky, be grateful for such a place on the Shie Hassaikai. But instead you are taking more time to simply get used to it?" He asked in sarcasm as you cringed.

"Grateful for it? Your men had dragged my father out of this place only because he didn't wanted to accept the deal!" You almost exclaimed and got even more furious at sieng how he didn't showed one bit of emotion on that face of his.

"For the subbordinates to take him out like that he must have done something. Nothing in here is done without a good reason for it."

"Yeah sure, the reason was because my father was a decent man that simply didn't took Arrangement marriage as a option?!"

"He had a debt with the headmaster." His gaze darkned as he took steps closer "And this was the price. Wanting or not you're an example of purity on this sick word, and a great partner to be. So this is both of us fate, so deal with it." He hissed the last words as you scoffed.

"Fate is not something to put up with." You glared back at him "Is something that us, human creatures, choose to make. And marriage should be done with people you love and have feelings for it, I don't even know you!"

"Trying to make me laugh? Humans in general are disgusting creatures that cant even see besides their own selves on the mirror, selfish and sick as always. And about that... word, what are you? Ten? This is not some make up story, this is real life." He got closer to your face and you could feel the warmth breath of his passing through his mask and hitting your face slightly "Love does not exist. What exist is desires, nothing more nothing less."

"Then you really had a bad as hell childhood man..." you muttered but immediately regreted at seing his calm eyes turning into wide and feral ones.

"You've got some disrespect there then." He growled as he towered over you like a wolf cornering a rabbit... ready to kill at any moment "Listen well. You are now my property. And there is nothing you can do to change that, or you accept in the good or in the bad way."

You scoffed at that but hitted the wall behind you, your nerves getting the best of you as the man returned to hsi cold, yet ready to attack at any moment, attitude.

"As if I'm ever going to listen a spoiled man that thinks that only because a deal was settled he gets what he wants. I dont know you, and neither you did little to earn my respect or my trust." Your eyes changed daggers with his glare.

"So in the bad way then..." he muttered lifting up his hand as he snuck one or two fingers under his gloves as you only furrowed your eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity.

Even before he xould finish, shouts were heard and both of you jolted your heads at that. But then... one of the many man's voices got your attention, making your heart almost jump out of your throat, your knees grow weak, mind goes numb as you could only mutter one word.

"Dad.." you whispered and somehow Chisaki managed to catch it before you stormed out of the room as he looked at you... curiously.

First person who dares to speak to him like that and quirkless no less? An interesting yet irritading little thing you were aparently.

You screamed at the scene in the front yard, your dad being pinned down by a much larger and muscular man as he grabbed your father by the hair and slammed his head right on one of the many path of stones.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you screamed and went to grab on the man's arm to at least try to prevent him from hurting your father no less.

"What is the meaning of this..?" The head master voice echoes as the man whose was beating your father answered.

"This man tried to get in boss. A thief or something."

"NO HE ISN'T!" You cried out loud while hitting his arms repeatedly "LET GO! UNHAND HIM!"

"No Rikiya." The elder sighed "This is one of my old debtors. What brings him here at this hours is what it doubts me."

You sobbed and the man, aparently the name was Rikiya, had enough of you bugging on his arm. Scoffing and throwing you away.

You prepared for a fall right on the dirty ground... not colliding with a chest and arms to prevent your fall and possible bruises.

The man himself, the one who just and argued with you, was there. Monotonous and stoic expression present as always as his face was iluminated by the moon and starts on the sky. He wasn't looking at you, yet was with his arms on you preventing you from failing.

The action didn't last long since he immediately pushed you away after some time, as he arched one eyebrow at the bloody nose and forehead man standing on his knees right in front of him.

"My commurate, care to explain to me what you're doing at such a hour in here?"

Your father didn't muttered a words as your heartbeat was in yours ears. Especoally when you saw two more man appearing out of no where.

The elder sighed while Chisaki lifted his hand to catch the headmaster attention, the old man sighing again before nodding apprehensively. Chisaki seemed pleased at that, snapping his fingers as some sort of call to one of the man, he merely pointed at your father after that as the guy nodded, walking close to your father before asking.

"What brings you here?" He asked while you stared at your father, his lips quivering as if he was holding himself back...

"I came in here to get my daughter back. I wont accept her to fall in the same fate of having to depend or even worse even live on some yakusa place." Your father and yours eyes opened up in horror as you felt a dark aurea coming from Chisaki from besides you.

"Now this is my option and my decision Chisaki. You've doen enough." He scoffed at that, averting his eyes away in anger as your own fixed on the headmaster.

"My old friend..." the old man frowned before sighing and returning to his old composture "You know the rules, betray and have one finger or member out."

No... god no...

"Yes sir." Your father mumbled as the man, Kurono came from behind you with a fucking katana. You could tell it was sharp by only looking at it.

No..!

Your father was released from Rikiya's grip and didn't even moved when Kurono got closer, lifting his sword just a bit as your father shakily offered his wrist.

"NO!" You shouted and the old man looked at you.

"Those are the rules young lady. Your father knows better then this."

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM!" Yoi sobbed and fell on your knees "I BEG YOU! ALL OF YOU! FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST HAVE MERCY!"

For some unknown reason Chisaki felt his chest tighten at the hysterical way you cried, making him even change looks between Kurono and your sobbing figurine on the floor.

"Please s-sir! H-he Is my only f-family! Dont hurt him!" You cried even more and even almost howled as the headmaster frowned.

"Why, isn't your mother..?"

"She is in a coma!" You exclaimed with tears rolling down your face as you spoke, making Kai's eyes go wide open "For about ten years! Please I beg you! Cut my own arm or finger, I dont care! Just dont hurt my father!" You cried in your hands as Chisaki saw your father's teary eyes looking at you, muttering something hoarsely...

It was your name...

He frowned at your figurine and sighed, grabbing you by the arm and lifting you up with a scoff. The headmaster arched one eyebrow at his sucessor making his way to Kurono, taking the sword out of his grasp and ordering the man to get up.

You stood unmoving on the ground, trembling like a leaf as you looked at the man you fought earlier extending the sword right at your father's chest, one inch or less as a distance.

Then he did something that made you confused, but at least got your breath back... he threw the sword on the ground, still staring at your father as he spoked something to him.

Your dad's eyes open wide at that before looking over you. You called weakly for him and he smiled, doing a little salute as he dismissed himself from there and excused for his actions.

Although, he called for Chisaki for something. The man arching one eyebrow at that before your father handed something neatly wrapped on a napkin to him, speaking to him as Chisaki did not even changed his facial expression.

And in one blink of an eye, the gates of the yakusa closed, you with teary eyes at the floor as your father looked back, one last smile before the gates closed.

You blinked the tears away as the mens present made their way back to their quartes, you looked down at the wooden floor of the balcony... wondering if what you saw was real... he had just gone away and neither of you got punished for it? You knew how the yakusa worked...

You gasped at noticing the shoes of your future fiance, looking up at him and seing hiw the moon this time gave him a form of the halo... his face already with the black mask emerged on the darkest, yet his golden eyes shined through it.

"Get out from the floor." He ordered nonchantly, you got up, almost tripping over again "Take a shower and go to bed. This is what we will call it a might so far, don't bother me with nonsense or dissobey orders."

And with that he was walking back inside, hands on his pockets as his heart thumped hardly on his chest, grasping it in his glived hand as a form to steady himself.

What the hell did you do..?

You looked in disbelief. It couldn't be right...Such a arrogant man like him just... saved your father form having a badly injury..?

Did you really knew him? Did you really knee the man called Chisaki Kai?

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turbulentt · 4 years

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Dirty Laundry

genre: smut | gangster!wonwoo x gn!reader

word count: +3.6k

warning: explicit content, a bit of angst, kind of gangster au?, oral, daddy kink

summary: you’ve known wonwoo for a few years now and, even if your feelings grow stronger by the minute, you’re scared of what might happen if you fall in love completely. on the other hand, wonwoo is tired of waiting.

Messages on

You: Wonwoo, where u @?

Wonwoo: I'm at Mingyu's. Why?

You: I was just wondering if u wanted to come by

Wonwoo: I still have some things to take care of

But as soon as I'm done I'll head over to u

You: Thanks and... be careful

Wonwoo: Sounds like u don't know me, I'm never careful

Messages off

It has been over two years since you got stuck on an elevator with Wonwoo. In the beginning, neither you nor your friends liked him due to the rumors that circled about him, but after a deep talk and some laughs, you felt like you could understand him better.

Everyone you came across always told you "Don't even go near him." or "He's nothing but trouble." or even "You're too pure to be around him, he'll put you in danger.". Of course, you got scared. What is he? Some kind of gangster?

Yes. He actually is.

Well, that's not the truth. He was a gangster. Not anymore. But you don't trust him enough to believe he already left that life.

He said he gave up on those habits because of you. Because he fell in love with you and wanted to make you happy at any cost. Although his persistence won't let him give up on you, you still haven't replied to his feelings. That makes him sad and you know it, but you're too afraid to end up hurt.

One hour and a half after exchanging texts he finally arrives at your house. But when you open the door the first thing you see is the bloodstains on his clothes. You don't get worried since you know, for sure, that that blood belongs to another person.

"I can explain." is the only thing he can say.

You step away from the door with a sad expression on your face while he comes in and follows you into the kitchen.

"Explain what, Wonwoo? I knew this was going to happen." you say paying more attention to the food you're cooking "You already know where the clean clothes are. Dinner will be ready in no time." you continue without even looking at him.

"But can I explain myself first? Please," he begs as he tries to come close to you.

You walk away from him, placing stuff on the table and preparing it.

"I'm tired of your excuses." you sigh.

As you hear him walk away from the room you sit down on one of the chairs and rest your head on your hands.

"Why do you always do this to me? Does it feel good playing with my emotions?" you groan and hit the table furiously.

"It smells good." he smiles while entering the kitchen and coming near you.

You just shrug in response and head over to the table placing the food in it.

"Sit down. Let's eat," you say coldly and he obeys.

As the two of you start eating you know his eyes are laying on you and he tries several times to say something but eventually gives up every time.

"Stop it Wonwoo, that's annoying," you say finally looking at him.

"Can you just hear me out? It's really not what you're thinking." he smiled nervously while begging once more. "Damnit Wonwoo. Why can't I resist you?" you think to yourself looking at him.

"Be fast and spare me from the lies." you huff and see a smile forming in his lips.

"Thank you." he says before telling you what actually happened "I was at Mingyu's helping him taking care of his mom 'cause she's sick. You can ask him after, you know he'd never lie to you.", you agree quietly and he continues "When I left to come here I stumbled across a puppy who was hit by a car and I took him to the nearest vet." he explains because of the blood you saw earlier.

At this point, you were already filled with guilt for not wanting him to explain in the first place, but you still wondered if that was really true.

"Now I understand, I'm sorry for not letting you explain yourself before," you say a little ashamed and he smiles awkwardly.

"It's okay, baby. I know my past doesn't really help me, but I told you I'm working it out..." his smiles widens and you can see the lust in his eyes "...because of you."

You blush and quickly turn your attention to the food in front of you. You hear him chuckle at your embarrassment as he also keeps eating.

Suddenly your phone rings as you receive a couple of messages from someone. Wonwoo glances at your phone with a suspicious look and his face becomes red seeing the name 'Soonyoung' on the screen.

"Why is he texting you so frenetically?" he says with a low tone.

"He's jealous." you think.

"He probably just wants to talk to me. Isn't that normal?" you tease him. "Whatever." he just cliques his tongue and finishes his food.

You finish yours as well and get up to put the dishes in the sink. He follows you and as he leans to place his dish he lays a wet kiss on the skin of your neck.

"W-what was that for?" you stutter while pushing him away. "Don't deny it. You loved it," he smirks and walks away to the living room. "Don't be a pervert!" you shout from the kitchen.

As you're leaving the kitchen towards the living room you read Soonyoung's messages and laugh at what he told you.

"What's so funny?" Wonwoo asks from the couch with an annoyed expression. "Nothing," you say while sitting next to him.

You keep texting Soonyoung and occasionally watching the movie but not paying much attention. You can hear Wonwoo groan beside you each time you giggle with a message. He loses his temper and snatches your phone from your hand.

"Pay attention to me. Only me." he groans while moving closer to you.

You stay paralyzed as he keeps leaning, making your faces closer and closer every second.

"Wonwoo..." you mutter looking at him.

"What? You don't like this?" he makes you lay on the couch staying on top of you "You're so submissive for me." he smirks and you just look away blushing. "No." he places his hand on your chin and makes you face him "I want you to look at me."

He gets closer to your neck and starts leaving kisses all over it. His soft and wet lips make you lose your senses and you let out a gentle moan as he grabs your thighs firmly.

"Why does this feel so good? Why is he so good?" you think to yourself while closing your eyes with pleasure. He raises his head from your neck and tries to kiss your lips but you turn your head and suddenly get out from under him.

"T-this is not happening." you stutter still a little stunned from what just happened and get away from him. "Come on, baby. I've been craving you for so long." he gets up and starts walking towards you. Without much space to run you just sprint to your room and close the door.

"I can't give you what you want, Wonwoo. Not now." you sigh and mutter quietly.

Messages on

You: U can stay if you want

But I'm not coming near u

Wonwoo: Are u really going to leave me here alone?

With a big ass boner? That's cruel, baby

You: Are u really?

Wonwoo: Get out of the room and see for yourself

You: I'm not leaving

Wonwoo: Then I'll just send u a pic

You: Don't u dare

Wonwoo: [media file]

Too late, baby

You: Wow... it's hum big

Wonwoo: U're still not leaving?

I'm suffering here, baby

You: I don't care

I'm not falling on ur trap

Wonwoo: Is that so? What a shame

If u don't come to me, I'll go to u

I wonder if there's a spare key...

You: Don't go through my stuff!

I don't have spare keys

Wonwoo: Is that so? Then care to explain what's this

[Media file]

You: I told u to not go through my stuff, Wonwoo!

Put that back right now!

Wonwoo: Make me, baby

Messages off

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching your room. He must have the keys and will not hesitate to enter for sure. Once he enters you won't have any place to escape to and resisting him will be impossible. Something in Wonwoo makes it hard to refuse him.

"If you opened the door yourself it would be a lot easier." his voice says from the other side. "What do you want from me?" you question already on the edge of giving up "Why do you play with me like this, Wonwoo?".

As soon as you asked that a weird silence settled in and, not sure if he was still there, you called his name but he didn't answer. Thus you decide to open the door just to see a sad Wonwoo sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the wall.

"What's wrong?" you ask worried at the sudden mood change. "You'll never believe in me, will you?" he raises his head and you feel like a dagger went through your heart, he was... crying?

"Wonwoo, you're crying?" you ask still in disbelief, no one has ever seen Wonwoo cry, not even his best friend Mingyu.

"Yes, I am." he says sharply "I'm crying because you think you're getting hurt but you're only hurting me instead. I also have feelings, even tho I don't always show it. But I've told you several times about how I feel about you and now I know why I don't share my feelings often." he states in a mix of sadness and annoyance.

You just stay there staring at him with pity in your eyes not really knowing what to do. He was crying because you hurt him. Him. The boy who feared nothing and no one was on your floor crying his feelings out for you.

"I love you." you quickly say and not waiting for a response you hug him tightly.

He returned your hug and accommodated himself in your arms just like a little child. After a few minutes, he stopped sobbing and you smiled relieved. After all, Wonwoo was really a sensitive little boy inside of a big man's body. Only now you realized how unfair and judgmental you were being with the person you most loved.

"You love me?" he whispers happily pulling you back from your thoughts. "I do. I always have," you state a little embarrassed and he finally faces you. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he tilts his head in confusion. "I guess I was just too afraid of commitment, I'm sorry for hurting you." you caress his cheek and he smiles.

"I love you too," he states. "I know." you smile.

"I think you should make up for all the pain you made my little heart go through." he pouts fakely with a completely different expression from earlier.

He's back.

"What do you want?" you ask naively.

He looks down at his pants and you follow his eyes with yours. His erection from earlier was now half gone but you knew it wouldn't take too long for it to be full again.

"Is that all you think about, you pervert?" you roll your eyes and stand up offering your hand to him.

"Basically." he grabs your hand but instead of getting up, he pulls you down again to sit on his lap "Don't you dare to try to run away from me again. I'll punish you, baby."

You surrender completely hypnotized by his touch. He grabbed your thighs firmly and brought you even closer to him. Roughly, but still careful, he pulls your hair back making sure your neck is totally exposed to him. You close your eyes tightly as you feel his wet lips taste your skin. He started leaving marks all over it, making sure they were visible enough for everyone to see.

"S-stop, I have classes tomorrow.." you whine but he keeps doing as if he didn't hear you "W-Wonwoo." his name leaves your mouth almost in a moan and he smirks satisfied.

"You're mine." he says firmly and stands up with you in his arms "I have to make sure everyone knows it." he walks to your room and throws you to the bed.

He climbs up on the bed quickly and without any hesitation, he takes your lips in his. Wonwoo kissed you like there was no tomorrow, he was so needy and you shared the same feelings.

"You make me crazy, Wonwoo." you thought running your hands through his hair trying to deepen the kiss even more.

You break apart from the kiss and stare deeply into each other's eyes. The vision you had was extremely hot and provocative. Wonwoo was on top of you, painting like a thirsty dog, with is messy hair falling in his face and a pair of lustful eyes gazing at you.

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to fuck me?" you say in a husky voice, that made him even more aroused.

"Eager aren't we?" he smirks taking your shirt off "You're so fucking beautiful." he groans eating you only with his eyes.

He sets down a slow trail of kisses without taking his eyes off you. His gaze was so powerful that you could cum by looking at him. When finally reaching your pants he starts to open them in an annoying and provocative slow pace. You whine for him to hurry but he ignores your words once again.

"Beg, baby. Beg for me.".

"You know I don't beg, Wonwoo. Just take it off for fuck's sake." you groan but he is too persistent and wants everything his way. "Come on. Just say the words and I'll do as you desire," he smirks and you just sigh defeated.

"Please... daddy." you blush immediately after saying those words and his wild side is activated.

He quickly gets rid of all the clothes, both his and yours and gets on the bed again. You look at his length and gulp with a bit of concern in your eyes, he notices your expression and caresses your cheek.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you, baby." he smiles making you less anxious and more comfortable.

You nod in agreement and he kisses you again while slowly running his hands across all your naked body.

He stands up to get his pants and from his pocket, he takes out a condom and you watch while he puts it on. He has everything always prepared.

While distracting you with the kiss he carefully places his member on your entrance and slides it in. You break from the kiss to let out some painful moans and he kisses you again to ease the pain.

He just stays still in place waiting for your approval to start moving. Slowly your pain becomes pleasure.

"Can I go, baby?" he gently asks and you nod.

He starts slow but strong enough to make you let out louder moans. At each one of your moans he gets more and more turned on and his pace becomes faster and wilder.

"W-Wonwoo...", as he hears his name come out of your mouth he loses all his sanity and comes out of you just to enter again, roughly and madly.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow." you think while scratching his back and spreading your legs to give him more access.

He comes out of you suddenly and you whine looking at him. He smirks at your desperation and kisses your skin from your neck to your ear.

"You should apologize for ignoring me before, baby." he takes his member and teases you by rubbing it in your entrance. "I.. I didn't." you tease.

You were playing his game as well and you wouldn't let him win that easily. Teasing him was too good.

"Is he better than me?" he bites your earlobe and rubs his member a little harder making you bite your lip. "I never tried with him to know." you tease and see his expression change completely. He was not happy at that response. "You're gonna need to be punished. Bad baby," he says standing up.

He stands in front of you as you look at him confused.

"Come here. Now." he says in a dominant tone and you hesitate "Do I need to repeat myself?" he says impatiently.

"No.." you stand up in front of him "..daddy," you smirk and he bites his lip. "Don't tease me, baby." he groans in frustration "On your knees."

"What?" you pretend to not understand and he grabs you closer by your hip. "On. Your. Knees. Now." he spanks your right thigh and you let out an unexpected moan "If you don't obey, I'll do it harder, baby."

You do as he says and kneel on the floor in front of him. He smiles satisfied and pets your head. "Good baby." he bites his lower lip looking at you and continues "Now, make daddy feel good. Will you?".

You slowly look away from his eyes to his hard cock in front of you and understand what he wants. You take it in your hand and start making up and down movements. Stroking it as well as possible, making him throw his head back in pleasure. As you hear his low tone moans you start moving faster but no, you still weren't satisfied.

You look at him and decide to take his cock in your mouth. Surprised by your warmth he lets out a loud moan and looks at you only to see a vision that turned him on even more, if that was even possible.

"Oh baby... you feel so good.." he grabs your hair slowly and starts making hip movements.

He loses his senses and starts to thrust into your mouth. Because of his sudden action, you gag a little but soon you start to keep up with his movements.

"I'm... I'm 'gonna cum.." he moans out and quickens his movements.

Moments later you feel a warm liquid fill your mouth and he slowly comes out of you. You swallow it looking directly at him and he smirks with his standard dirty look.

You get back on the bed and spread your legs wanting him to finish what he started before. He sits on the bed and taps his lap.

"Ride me."

Without losing any time you hop on his lap and begin a thirsty kiss. He grabs you by your thighs and, as he kisses you dominantly, he places you close to his member. You slide down making him enter you slowly.

You moan loudly as you feel him fill you entirely and start riding him quickly and desperately. He keeps his hands on your hips guiding your movements. Your hands are on his shoulders to help you support your body and as the pleasure runs through your body you scratch his skin.

"I... I'm almost t-there.." you are able to say in-between of the moans.

You quicken your pace and he squeezes your thighs roughly, and probably it will leave a bruise, as he feels his climax coming. You cum with a loud moan and he follows you right after. Wonwoo helps you lay on the bed and he lays beside you with a bright smile. You both look at each other and let out a sigh of happiness.

"Do you have any idea of how long I've been waiting for this?" he covers both of you with the covers and lays on his side to look at you. "I have a slight idea. I have to be honest, I've been wanting to do this for a while too." you smile looking back at him. "Then does this mean we're dating?" he smirks. "Bitch." you giggle at his question "Did you even ask?"

"To be fair I've been asking for the past two years. You're the one who hasn't been responding." he pouts like a baby. "Oh... that's true." you say embarrassed "But it's a yes. I'll date you, Wonwoo."

Messages on

You: Hey Mingyu ♡

Mingyu: Heyyy

Wassup?

You: I wanted to ask you smth

Was Wonwoo with u today?

Mingyu: Yeah. Why?

Why this sudden interest in him? U in love?

You: It's just curiosity

But really? He was with u? Don't joke :c

Mingyu: Then why did you take so long to answer?

You're using ':c' now? He really got into you, literally and metaphorically

I'm telling the truth, he was with me. He also left in a hurry bc he was going over to your house

You: Thank you, Gyu

Yeah he did "got into me"

Mingyu: HE DID? YOOOO~

I'M THROWING A PARTY

You: Stop overreacting, Guy

Mingyu: I. AM. NOT.

Wonwoo didn't have sex with not even a single soul for the past two years

He was always telling me that it was bc he was waiting for u

Bc u were the one

You: Did he really? Omg

Thanks for telling me this, Gyu

You're an angel

Mingyu: I know, I know

Messages off

You turn off your phone smiling like a child who just received the best gift. As you turn to your side you face a sleeping Wonwoo and you just stare at him happily. Slowly, trying to not wake him up, you caress his hair and kiss his forehead.

"Thank you for waiting for me, Wonwoo," you whisper.

You seek comfort between his arms and eventually end up falling asleep.

"Always," he whispers lightly.

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kpurereactions · 5 years

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Ever! Hi! Can I have a BTS reaction to you dropping out of school? Like you just come home midday when you're supposed to be at class and announce it? Thank you

Namjoon:

Namjoon heard the front door open and close and he perked up from his spot at his desk. He wasn’t expecting the boys over or anything and you were at school, so who just opened his apartment door? He cautiously got up from his desk and poked his head out of his small studio. He saw you at the doorway taking your shoes off and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He was glad it wasn’t an intruder, but why were you home when you were supposed to be in classes today? You had three lectures to attend to that were all about two hours long.

“What are you doing home so early, sweetie?” Namjoon asks as he takes in your appearance as well as body language. Were you not feeling well? Too tired to pay attention? Angry? Sad?

He saw your defeated face and his eyes grew concerned.

“I dropped out today.” You blurt out as you let your backpack fall from your shoulder, catching it with your hand. Namjoon furrowed his brows before you sighed and walked past him.

“I don’t know why. I feel so complicated and so lost right now, Namjoon.” You answer his question before he gets the chance to even ask it. “I haven’t picked my major and I’ve been in college for almost four years now.” You say as you sit down on the couch with a ‘thud’. You groan as you start to feel emotional about your current situation. Namjoon quickly sits down next to you and pulls you into his shoulder as your nose starts to plug up.

“It’s okay, y/n. It’s okay.” He comforts as he rubs your back with his slim fingers. “No matter what you decide to do, I’ll be here to support you.” He brings his finger under your chin and moves your head to face him, pushing away stray strands of hair from your face. “You don’t have to go to college right now if you don’t want to. You have plenty of time to realize what you want to do and who you want to be, you’re gonna be alright.” He says as he gives you a smile.

Jin:

Jin would be watching television in your apartment when you had opened the door. You both stared at each other, both shocked to see one another before you both asked the same question at the same time.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to surprise you with a home cooked meal, in about one hour. What are you home so early for?” Jin replies back first, a little annoyed that his plans for a surprise dinner had no longer been a surprise. Jin notices that you gulp before you walk past him and to the kitchen.

“Classes ended early today, it was a short chapter.” You say as you avoid eye contact with Jin.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Jin asks, obviously noticing your strange behavior. You didn’t want to tell him you were thinking about dropping out of college. You didn’t want him to judge you or have him be disappointed with you for not finishing what you originally intended to.

“I’m good.” You respond.

“You’re not good. Tell me, y/n.” Jin says, a bit sterner as he walks closer to you, a mere few feet away from you. You struggle to keep your composure. “What’s wrong?” Jin asks again, compelling you to tell him what is on your mind.

“I-I think I’m gonna drop out of college.” You stutter out in a low voice, letting your disappointment show. You were afraid to look up at him because you weren’t sure what his initial reaction would be. You feel arms wrap around you and your head being brought into Jin’s neck.

“I’ll support you no matter what, y/n. I just want you to be happy.”

Suga:

Yoongi felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped slightly from being interrupted so suddenly. He spun around in his chair and peeled his headphones off his head. He saw you standing behind him and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He checked his phone really quick and saw that it was still only 12:30, three hours before you were supposed to be out of school. He knew this cause he would take you and pick you up whenever he could.

“What are you doing here so early? Did you walk all the way over here? Why didn’t you call me?” Yoongi said before tossing his phone to the side and walking over towards you. You weren’t one to just walk almost two miles from your college to his studio.Nor were you ever really one to ditch classes.

“I only went to school today so I could drop out.” You say as you avoid eye contact. There was a silence that you dreaded; you couldn’t even imagining telling your parents the news at this moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Yoongi said quietly, listening intently for your answer.

“I wasn’t sure how to break it to you. I didn’t want you to worry about my problems. Your so busy already.” You say quietly, feeling guilty about not telling him such a major decision in your life. You were always one to keep to yourself and keep your problems to yourself, but Yoongi thought you were past that and that all major or minor decisions/questions/anything really would be communicated between the two of you. He felt a little disappointed.

“Don’t say that I’m too busy for you, y/n. I always make time for you all you have to do is ask. All you have to do is talk to me. I want to be a part of your life, but I need you to want me in you life as well.”

Hoseok:

Hoseok was relaxing on the couch, watching some television, when you had walked into the apartment. He heard large gasps and sniffling and turned his head towards the door quickly to look at you. His suspicions were correct as he saw your red, watery eyes and he quickly jump off the couch, heading towards you. He takes you into his arms immediately and tries to calm you down, despite the shock that he was feeling at this moment.

“I’m dropping out of college. I’m dropping out.” You say through broken sobs before burying your head back into Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok widened his eyes a bit in shock at what you said, but didn’t say anything. He had heard you jokingly or sarcastically say you were gonna drop out of college, but this didn’t sound like that. You seemed serious and obvious distressed.

“Calm down, y/n. Let’s calm down first.” He says before walking you over to the couch. He sits you down on the couch and then quickly runs off to grab some tissues and an ice pack. Hoseok sits on the coffee table in front of the couch and wipes away some of your tears with the tissues then hands you the ice pack to cool yourself down. You smile at him the best you could, thankful for his efforts, and place the ice pack under your swollen eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Hoseok says. You sigh and remember all the stress you are under right now. How you’ve been getting sick, quite literally, because your afraid of missing a deadline. Of being late for a lecture. Of being behind on homework. The anxiety you would get from just about everything was becoming overwhelming. You wondered in this moment if Hoseok knew you were so troubled by college. Maybe he had a clue, but he probably didn’t know the extent of the trouble.

“It’s so tiring, Hoseok. I can’t work how they want me to work. I can’t finish essays the way they want me to. I can’t do anything right. I’m failing all my classes except P.E. It’s just…tiring.” You rant a bit while gaining back your composure. Hoseok moves to hold your hands in his and kisses your knuckles.

“I’m so sorry you feel so overwhelmed right now, y/n. I’m sorry that I couldn’t see the signs earlier and help you before this happened. But, right now, let’s not do anything too drastic and let’s figure this all out tomorrow. Maybe sleeping on it will help your decision and no matter what you decide to do, I’ll be right beside you as your support.” Hoseok finishes with a smile and you almost want to cry at how amazing your boyfriend is.

“You’re the best, Hoseok. I love you so so much.” You say as you tackle him in a hug.

“Now, let’s get some ice cream and watch some movies for the rest of the day.”

Jimin:

Jimin noticed something was off as soon as you walked through the doorway. The quietness, the short answers, the long stares into nothing. At first he wanted to think you were just super tired, being a college student as well as working part-time is a hassle. But when he offered that you two should take a quick nap, you denied.

“What’s wrong, y/n. Something seems really off with you right now.” Jimin confesses as his heart starts to race in anxiousness. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a bad feeling in his gut. You looked at him and gave him a forced smile.

“I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m just really lost in thought right now.” You say without actually telling him what was wrong. You weren’t even sure how to explain what was wrong for starters.

“What are you thinking about so intently then?” Jimin asks and watches your movements closely. He notices your eyes looking anywhere but at him and your fidgety movement.

“I-I-I talked to my counselor today about dropping out of college.” You confess and you let your head fall into the palms of your hands. You weren’t crying, but you felt too guilty to look at Jimin at the moment.

“Is that what you really want?” He asks as he moves your hands away from you face, holding them in his lap and rubbing them softly. You felt relaxed.

“At least for now it is. My counselor said if I ever wanted to reapply I can always do that. But, right now it’s getting too overwhelming.” You say. Jimin nods his head and he tries to move his head into your line of sight, making you chuckle as he ends up with his head on your lap.

“If it makes you happy, then I don’t care.” Jimin says as he reaches up to caress your face. “Drop out of as many colleges as you want.” He jokes with you and you yell at him with a smile on your face.

Taehyung:

Taehyung was making his way towards your room, but stopped as he heard your voice talking. You were on the phone talking to someone and his curious side couldn’t help but to eavesdrop a little. He sneaks over to the wall next to your door and listens to your conversation.

“Hi I’m calling to schedule an appointment to talk to my counselor?” He hears you say. ‘Must be about school,’ he thinks.

“Uh, it’s about dropping out. I-I wanna talk about dropping out of college.” You clarify to whoever is on the other side of the phone in a low voice.

“The Thursday appointment works best for me…Thank you.” You say before ending the call. Taehyung is still standing there in shock once you leave the bedroom and you run right into his chest.

“T-Tae. What the fuck?” You say as you hold your heart; startled by his presence and by how much he may have heard. Your face goes red in embarrassment as you realize he had heard most of your conversation over the phone.

“You’re dropping out? Why?” Taehyung asks.

“It’s not a big deal or anything, just a decision I decided to make.” You say, but slightly cringe at your attempt of an answer.

“You’re dropping out because it’s a decision you decided to make?” He repeats your answer back to you and you sigh in defeat.

“I’m dropping out cause I hate this college. I hate the teachers, the students, the work, my major, everything.” You admit. You thought it was a stupid and irrational reason to drop out, but you couldn’t deny how unhappy you were at this college. The thought of taking a break or just moving to a new college felt like the right thing to do, you’d just hope Taehyung wouldn’t think you were being unreasonable.

“You hate a lot of things at this college.” Tae comments, “but if it’s what you want to do, then that’s alright.” Tae says while before grabbing you and hugging you tightly.

Jungkook:

Jungkook would watch as you slave over your homework night and day. Today, particularly, you had a ten page paper due tomorrow and you only had four pages done, so after three cans of Red Bull and two hours left until it was time to turn it in, you were starting to have a mini breakdown. Jungkook was in and out of sleep on the couch, trying to keep you motivated which obviously isn’t working, and when he woke up to your sniffling, he immediately rushed to your side, as fast as he could since he was a little distorted.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jungkook asks as he approaches the dining room table filled with papers and books and folders just laying everywhere.

“I”m never gonna finish this paper on time. I don’t even know how to write this paper correctly. I barely know half the shit she taught us.” You say all while tears run down your face. Jungkook’s heart breaks as he sees how hard of a time you’re having. And this wouldn’t be the first time he’s seen you do this to yourself; and most likely not the last.

He pulls you into a hug and thinks about how he can help you, but all he can think about is telling you how he feels.

“Y/n. I hate seeing you like this. I hate seeing you completely break yourself over an essay. Over a grade. I hate seeing you crying at 11 at night trying to write an essay about, “Hardin’s Boat Ethics.” You barely eat, barely sleep, barely do anything besides study and stay up all night to finish homework. I wish you could just drop out and relax for once.” Jungkook stops as he’s sure he has crossed a line. He knew college meant a lot to you and that you were really excited about it. But he couldn’t deny that ever since you started, you’ve been slowly destroying yourself.

You wipe away some tears and nod your head in understanding. You know he’s really worried about you and you know that you haven’t been looking after yourself very well. You can feel it taking a toll on you.

“I actually have been thinking about bout dropping out. It kinda started off as a joke I’d make with some classmates, but as time went on I started thinking about it more and more and I guess that’s stressing me out as well.” You admit. “I don’t wanna drop out because I don’t want to be a failure. But I also don’t want to end up in a hospital.”

“I don’t want you in a hospital either, y/n. I want you happy and healthy and I want to only all-nighters we pull are for video game and movie uses only.” Jungkook says, making you laugh.

“Alright, deal.”

I made Yoongi’s real angsty oh my. Hope you guys like!Eevee

#bts #bts reaction #bts reactions #namjoon #rm #jin #seokjin #taehyung #tae #jimin #jungkook #suga #yoongi #hoseok #jhope #reactions

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fanwarriorfictions · 5 years

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Six- Part Three

Steve, Dustin, and Phina stand at the edge of the old junkyard, finally arriving after about a few miles of walking. They were planning to trap Dart, luring it here with the meat that they had trailed over the railroad.

"Oh, yeah," Steve nods, "yeah, this will do. This will do just fine. Good call dude."

He walks forward leaving a grinning Dustin behind him. Phina shakes her head, following Steve as he throws more meat on the ground. The kid was already starting to look up to Steve and Phina could see that Steve was warming up to Dustin as well.

The boys lead the trail of meat into the center of junkyard and Phina tests her perimeter, sensing two people quickly moving towards the yard. The boys pour the rest of their buckets as soon as Phina realizes who was coming towards them.

"I said medium-well," Lucas yells from the edge of the junkyard, Max standing next to him.

The boys jump looking towards the two of them and Steve points at Max, "who's that?"

When Dustin doesn't answer him, Steve looks over at the boy who is staring at Max. Phina sighs at the boy and Steve looks up at her with a questioning look. She nods her head, answering the unspoken question.

"Let's get to work," Phina says.

Steve and Phina move the larger stuff, making the old, broken bus into their hideout. Max started to help by moving sheets of metal by the bus for Steve and to make into a barricade. Whatever Dart was, they were assuming he wasn't going to be friendly and they needed to make the bus strong enough to hold him out.

"Does this feel surreal to you," Phina suddenly asks Steve as they lift a heavy piece of metal.

"Hm?" He grunts as they turn it to stand it up against a car. "What do you mean?"

She gestures around them and then between them, "last year before everything went down... we hated each other, a lot. You were king Steve, the player of the school and now here you are, helping a bunch of tweens and the freak of Hawkins trap a supernatural creature in a junkyard."

Steve chuckles, "yeah, I guess it is really weird. Speaking of the tweens, where are the other two."

Phina turns around only seeing Max until she sees them behind a rust red car, "looks like they're having a conference."

Steve rolls his eyes, "well, we don't have time for a conference."

He picks up a chair off the ground and walks over to the kids, hitting the car with the chair, "Hey! Dickheads! How come the only ones helping me out is this random girl and a girl with a head injury? We lose light in forty minutes, Let's go... Let's go!"

"Alright, asshole," Dustin yells, "god!"

"Okay, stupid," Lucas grumbles.

Steve walks back over to a grinning Phina, "well at least some things don't change, Harrington."

"And what would that be," he asks.

She smirks, "you're still an ass."

He laughs, "you love me for it."

She tilts her head, her lips twitching into a full smile, "unfortunately."

With all hands helping now, the group was quickly making progress. They gathered all the metal they could, piling it in front of the bus for them to use. Inside, Lucas and Dustin were using the metal Max brought them to cover the glass windows. They were setting up the trap for Dart as well, where they would corner him to kill the thing.

Steve made a trail of gasoline while Phina and Max picked up a ladder. They bring it into the bus and put it through the emergency exit on top of the bus so they could get on top. Then, Phina stood on top while the boys passed up tires for her to stack up to hide behind.

When they were finally done with the bus, it looked like something from an apocalypse movie. One by one they go inside, the light fading outside. Phina is the last one in, nodding to Steve as she steps up the stairs, he closes the door behind her.

All they had to do now, was wait. For how long? They weren't sure. It was already dark out, the sun having disappeared almost half an hour ago. The cold was setting in and the old bus was not good at keeping it out. With her mind not hazed over by the injury to her head, Phina was able to use her powers to keep her warm, heat radiated off of her and Steve subconsciously moved closer to her.

His mind was still on the conversation they had about an hour earlier as he fiddles with his lighter. He had jokingly said she loved him, the thing was, she hadn't denied it. It shouldn't mean anything to him, but it did, it did and he didn't know why. She drove him crazy and he couldn't help it, couldn't help but think about her even in situations like this where they were all in danger.

"So you really fought one of these things before," Max suddenly says, looking at Steve and Phina.

"Yeah," Phina says while Steve nods, "and I have the scars to prove it."

Max continues, "and you're, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn't a bear?"

"Shit, don't be an idiot," Dustin interrupts, "okay? It wasn't a bear. Why are you even here if you don't believe us? Just go home."

Max stands up with her arms crossed, "geesh. Someone's cranky. Past your bedtime?"

She climbs up the ladder and Steve smirks, "that's good. Just show her you don't care."

Dustin stops pacing for a second to look at him, "I don't."

Steve turns to look at the kid and winks, "why are you winking, Steve? Stop."

Dustin walks to the other side of the bus, to get as far from Steve as possible.

Phina snorts, "that is the worst advice I have ever heard."

Steve looks at her, "what do you mean?"

"Act like you don't care?" Phina turns to face him. "That's so stupid."

"No it's not," Steve chuckles.

"Yes it is," she smirks.

"It's one of the best pieces of advice that I've got," he argues.

She glances down at his lips, "and how well has it been working for you, Harrington?"

He returns the favor, glancing at her lips as well. How well had it been working? Had it worked at all with who he wanted it to?

"Not that well," he sighs, looking back into her gorgeous eyes, "not at all."

A loud shrieking howl makes them jump apart. They quickly scramble up from their seats and turn to look through the small space of the window. Phina hadn't been focusing and she hadn't felt when the thing was closing in on them.

"You see him," Dustin asks, running to look through the window next to them.

"No," Steve answers

"Lucas," Dustin yells, "what's going on?"

"Hold on!"

Phina frantically searches the area with her affinities, even using the fog to try and find it.

"I've got eyes," Lucas yells down to them, "ten o'clock! Ten o'clock!"

Phina hones in on the area, pushing away some of the fog so that they could see the creature a bit better. When she does, Steve points him out to Dustin.

"What's he doing," Dustin asks.

"I don't know," Steve whispers.

They watch it as it creeps closer to their trap, but it doesn't enter it.

"He's not taking the bait," Steve says, "why is he not taking the bait?"

"Maybe he's not hungry," Dustin says.

"Maybe he's sick of cow," Steve whispers, leaning away from the window.

Phina watches the thing closely, waiting for it to pounce, not noticing the movement behind her.

"Steve? Steve, what are you doing?"

Phina pushes away from the window to find Steve with his bat slung over his shoulder. She instantly knew what he was about to do and she did not like it one bit.

She points a threatening finger at him, "you are not going out there."

He shakes his head, "I'll just draw him in, you need to stay here and protect the kids."

"What about you," she snaps, "who's going to protect you?"

He sighs, "just watch my back, I know you'll get me before it can."

Everything in her screamed not to let him go, but she knew better than anyone that she worked better if she could see everything.

"Fine," she groans, "but if you get hurt, I'll kill you."

He smiles, "I know you will."

Steve turns away from her as quickly as he can. He knows if he looks into her eyes a second longer he'll change his mind.

He steps down the stairs, slowly opening the loud, rusty door. Phina closes it behind him and rushes to the window to watch. She presses her face against the glass, ready to bolt out the door as soon as something goes wrong.

Steve slowly creeps out, his bat raised and ready to swing. Dart growls off into the distance and Steve starts to whistle as if he were a dog.

"Come on, buddy," Steve says, whistling again, swinging his bat back and forth.

Max climbs down the ladder and looks through the window by Dustin, "what's he doing?"

"Expanding the menu," Dustin explains.

"Why'd you have to say it like that," Phina groans, anxiously watching Steve.

"Come on, buddy," he says again, standing next to the pile of meat now, "come on, buddy. Come on, dinner time. Human tasted better than cat, I promise."

"He's insane," Max shakes her head.

"He's awesome," Dustin grins.

Phina shakes her head, "he's an idiot."

Dart slowly stalks towards Steve and Phina's heart starts to race in her chest. This is bad, she shouldn't have let him go out there.

"Steve, watch out," Lucas suddenly yells.

"I'm a little busy here," Steve yells back, not taking his eyes off Dart.

"Three o'clock!" Phina feels them then. "Three o'clock!"

"Oh, my god," Phina screams.

She's running before she can even think about what she's doing. There are so many of them, so many and they're all circling Steve. She runs towards the door, throwing them open in time to see Steve dive across a car as a creature lunges towards him. He swings his bat, hitting one in the face, hard. Phina runs out of the bus, throwing out a thick green vine to grab one of the creatures as it lunges at Steve's exposed back. The vine shoots from her hand, wrapping around the thing and throwing it across the yard and into a car.

She picks up Steve off the ground as she gets to him, hearing the kids screaming at them to run. More creatures run at them as they sprint back to the bus. Phina throws a wave a fire back at them, trying to at least push them back until she could get Steve inside. She pushes Steve into the bus first, throwing another hand out to shoot vines out to throw away the nearest creatures. Arms wrap around her and she's pulled into the bus as the door shuts, one of the creatures slamming into it. The creatures attack the door, trying to get in.

"Are they rabid or something," Max yells.

Steve grabs a piece of metal and puts it in front of the door. He and Phina push on it with their legs.

"They can't get in," Lucas screams, "They can't!"

The entire bus shifts and they all scream. One of the creatures arms shoots through the metal and everyone screams, running away. Steve grabs his bat and starts to beat at it. Phina lights her hands, ready to burn the creature if Steve couldn't fight it off. The arm retracts and then a loud bang hits the roof, hitting again and again, closer to the ladder.

Phina and Steve bolt towards the kids when Max screams, the creature roaring above her.

"Out of the way," Steve yells, "out of the way! You want some? Come get this!"

Phina grabs the girls and shoves her behind her and Steve, a protective arm holding back the kids as they watch the creature. It screeches at Steve, readying itself to pounce on Steve. Phina grabs Steve's shoulder, ready to throw him back to protect him.

Just when she thinks it's about to happen, it goes silent, closing its hellish mouth and turning away from them. It pushes away from the ladder, letting a loud howl as if calling something. It leaps out of their view, shaking the bus as it goes. Steve lets go of the bat with one hand and grabs Phina's. She squeezes it in reassurance as if to tell him that she was still there, that she was alright.

All around them the creatures howl back and forth, growing fainter as they ran away. Steve slowly pulls Phina towards the front of the bus, the kids trailing behind them. Their hand's grip on the others, the adrenaline, and fear keeping them there. Steve nods at Dustin and the kid opens the doors slowly. Steve steps through first, holding out his bat in front of him. Phina calls to every plant around her and they shift, ready to protect them.

"What happened," Lucas asks as he steps out after the two teenagers.

"I don't know," Max answers for all of them.

"Steve scared 'em off," Dustin asks.

"No." Steve shakes his head. "No way. They're going somewhere."

"Where," Dustin asks.

Phina groans, squeezing Steve's hand, "that's what we gotta find out."

-2276 words-

And we're getting to the good stuff, are Y'all ready for this?

-Morgan

#steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #strangerthingsfanfic #strangerthings #slow burn #one #romance

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ellanainthetardis · 6 years

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so, quit some time ago already, i threatened you to post some prompts for Hayffie. if you're still willing to take them, here they follow: 1) HaDS - AU chapter 85:They got a real big fight and Haymitch actually suceeds 'cause Effie is ready to quit. And then he realizes he doesn't actually want her to quit. - 13Fische

A word of update first thing! I might not update ITGN tomorrow! We had conflicted schedules for beta-reading and I might not have access to wifi so it’s up in the air for now… I will keep you updated! [x]

One Gets Used To Effie Trinket

The glass hit the wooden counter of the barwith a dull sound and Haymitch waved at the Avox bartender to fill it again. Itwas late enough that the mentor lounge was completely deserted. Sometimes,voices floated to him as people passed in front of the room – victors, escortsand Gamemakers alike, all coming back from various parties – but for the mostpart it was completely silent saved for the discreet clicking of the glassesand bottles while the Avox cleaned.

“Come on, guys!” his best friend’s voicesuddenly boomed outside. “Just one more!”

“I think you had more than enough, Chaff.”Seeder gently rebuked but, even as she said it they all staggered inside theroom, so clearly drunk that Haymitch could hardly hide a frown of annoyance. Hewanted to get wasted in peace, not be forced to catch up with inebriatedpeople. Seeder and Wiress were clearly the most sober ones – which wasn’tsurprising – but Blight and Beetee were just as toasted as Chaff. “Oh, hello,Haymitch.”

“Hi.” he mumbled, downing his brand new drinkand pondering the merits of making his escape to the penthouse – or to a bar intown. Before he could do little more than wave the Avox for another refillthough, Chaff had tossed his good arm around his neck and had dragged him tothe table everyone else had sat at. “You’re strangling me.”

“Suits you well for having abandoned us tothose two.” Chaff sulked, nodding to Seeder and Wiress who exchanged an amusedsmile and an eye roll. “Where the fuckwere you, buddy? We missed you.”

“Seems like you had a good night all the same.”he snorted, dropping on the chair next to Blight. Seven’s victor had folded hisarms on the table and had propped his head on them, very obviously on the vergeof falling asleep right there and then. “He’s down for the count.”

“I will call Wilma, she can deal with him.”Seeder sighed.

Haymitch wasn’t sure Seven’s other mentor wouldbe really happy about that development but he let it slide.

“Is everything alright, Haymitch?” Wiressfrowned.

“He’s not drunk.” Beetee declared.

“Very astute observation.” Three female mentorretorted.

Beetee nodded thoughtfully. “Thank you.”

Haymitch chuckled a little, accepting the glassthe Avox placed in front of him with a quiet word of thanks. So maybe a drinkwith friends wouldn’t hurt. What was he even doing drinking in silence, beingangry and upset because…

“So, is everything alright?” Wiress pressed,reaching out to squeeze his hand.

“What’s up, buddy?” Chaff asked with a frown ofhis own, catching up even in his obvious state of drunkenness. “You don’t lookgood.”

“I’m fine.” he denied. “Celebrating actually.”It might have been more convincing if he hadn’t sounded so… dejected. He waited for one of the olderwomen to point it out but neither did, either out of respect or because theywere waiting for him to elaborate. He could elaborate. He could elaboratewithout any problem. Because he was glad. “Trinket’s finally quitting.”

“Yippee!”Chaff shouted, flinging both his good arm and his shorten one in the air. Hewas the only one to express any sort of joy though. Even Beetee, who seemedreally buzzed, looked at him like he knew better. And it was nothing comparedto the way Seeder and Wiress were both studying him. He didn’t say a word. Hisbest friend seemed to pick up on the not so happy mood though. “No yippee? Thought it was a yippee kind of things.”

“Oh, it’s yippeething alright.” he scoffed. “I’m gonna fuckingyodel once I’m drunk enough. Just letme get there.” He stole Chaff’s glass because his friend had had enough and he wasn’t even tipsy yet. He had beendrunk before but Trinket had soberedhim up with that stupid claim that… “I’m gonnaget there.”

“What did you do?” Seeder sighed.

“How is it myfault?” he snapped defensively before shaking his head. “Not that I fucking care. Good riddance. Three yearsof her is more than anyone can take.I’m happy. I’m fucking thrilled.She’s quitting. So what? I’m finallygonna have some peace. She’s just…She’s fucking impossible! Never stopstalking, never stops lecturing me about shitlike I’m some kid… She’s just… She’s…”

He stuttered to a halt, not quite able toremember why he wanted her gone that much.

“The best escort you ever had?” Seedersuggested sternly.

“She does look competent.” Wiress approved, alittle more hesitantly.

“Is she up for grab?” Chaff asked, suddenlymore interested. “‘Cause I’m so donewith Vile-ola.”

Haymitch could understand that, one year ofViola Summercket had been enough for him. Eleven’s escort really wasn’t nice.

“You heard what I said or what?” he spat, moreaggressively than necessary. “She ain’t getting promoted, she’s quitting.”

“But why? What happened?” Beetee cut in.

“She’s crazy.” he muttered. “What’s new?”

“Haymitch.” Seeder sighed.

“Oh, fuckoff!” he snapped, pushing himself up so violently that Blight startledawake, clearly confused, and looking for a threat. Wiress stole the bottle awaybefore he could hit someone with it but it was a close thing. He stormed outbefore his friends could ask more questions he didn’t want to answer. He wasalmost at the elevator when he heard the hurried and unsteady footsteps behind him.“Chaff, I’m really not in the mood.”

“I’m gonna help you.” his best friend promised.“We just have to talk to her. You don’t want her to quit, she ain’t quitting.Easy like that. I’m gonna tell her. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care ofeverything for you.”

Haymitch shook his head, a smirk stretching hislips despite himself. “You’re wasted.”

“Beyond wasted.” Chaff dismissed. “Not thepoint. You’re in trouble, I’m coming to the rescue.”

He had all the troubles in the world convincinghis friend to stop on Eleven’s floor instead of striding into Trinket’s bedroomand dragging her out of bed so they could all have a talk. He didn’t want to have a talk. They had had enough talks. Talking was what had gotten theminto that situation in the first place. Talking led to fighting.

Fighting led to…

Fighting apparentlylet to the kind of things that had her quitting.

Well… Maybehe shouldn’t have said the thing he had said after they were done… doing the thing fighting led to.

He rubbed his eyes as the elevator chimed tolet him know he had arrived.

Fucking his escort against the wall wasn’t howhe had planned on spending the night.

There had been a moment of uncertainty betweenthe time he had finished and the time they had bolted apart, screamingaccusations and horrified comments at each other’s head. He hadn’t even losthis pants during the whole thing, they had just been opened enough for him to…And that skirt? How had he even found his target under that puffy skirt?

He didn’t know what had happened, truth betold.

They had been fighting, stuff had been said,buttons had been pushed, she had mentioned his Games, he had gone ballistic, she had tried to hit him, he had shoved her against thewall… Then they had been fucking. Notransition. And then they had been fighting again. He had told her how much shesucked in bed and she had hurled at his face that she was quitting. And when hehad challenged that ridiculous claim, she had repeated it again and again withmore conviction each time until she had stormed out and slammed her bedroomdoor shut.

He had expected to find the penthouse dark anduninviting. The light in the living-room was on and it was surprising enoughgiven the time of night that he walked there a little wary. He was half convincedhe would find a very displeased Head Gamemaker Torello – because the man hadbeen very clear he was done with Haymitch creating troubles for escorts – so hewas relieved to realize it was only Trinket.

“I hope you are not drunk enough that youcannot take yourself to bed because I will let you drown in your own sickwithout a single twitch of guilt.” she warned without even looking at him.

She was standing next to the bay windows,watching the city spread out underneath. She had discarded her heels and shelooked far too small without them, frail almost. The pink wig was still on herhead though and, not for the first time, he wondered if it was glued there. He had no clue what herreal hair looked like. He hadn’t gotten a glimpse of what was under that skirtand he was pretty sure that what he had touched had been hairless anyway. Hefound he was curious about that. Her hair color. He was curious about herbecause she refused to be just another drone like all the other escorts he haddriven to quit. She actually cared.Not just about winning or her image but she genuinely cared about the kids. Shemade him curious and in turn it made him mad because he had no business beingcurious about a Capitol.

“Ain’t drunk.” he spat.

“Good, this will make it easier then.” sheretorted haughtily, still not sparing a look for him. A glass of white wine washanging perilously from the tips of her fingers and he wondered if she was drunk. She didn’t even soundtipsy but with her it was always hard to tell. “I have thought long and hardabout your behavior earlier…”

“Mybehavior?” he scowled, interrupting her. “You’re the one who jumped on me,Trinket.”

“Unbelievable!”she huffed. “You have some nerves! You practically assaulted me…”

“You were the one doing the assaulting!” he growled.“Wasn’t the one trying to hit you.”

“Oh, so because I tried to slap you when youmost deserved it, it makes it alright for you to pin me against a wall and…”she hissed. She didn’t finish that thought though. She sighed, leaned forwarduntil her forehead was resting against the pane of the window, and clearly madean effort to add some cheer to her voice. “To be fair, there were two of us andI did not try to push you away.”

“To befair, your hands were all over my dick.” he sneered.

“You seemed to need some guidance.” shetaunted, finally turning around, fire in her eyes and an irritated pout on hermouth.

“Never needed any before.” he mocked. “Neverhad a complain either.”

“Your previous lovers must have poor expectations,then. I usually insist on my partner making me come at least once instead offinishing in a few strokes like the selfish greedy jerk you are.” shedeadpanned. “Do not kid yourself. It was not that good.”

“Thought we already established that earlier.”he shrugged.

That was what he had shouted at her. That shewasn’t good, not worth the trouble ofworking for it. That was what had made her say…

She glared at him but obviously made an effortto remain calm.

“What happened was a fluke.” she stated slowly.“Tempers were running high, we were emotional about our tributes still…”

“Don’t bring the kids into this.” he warned.The kids had died a brutal death and deserved better than to be used as anexcuse because they were fucked uppeople who had jumped each other’s bones right there like animals unable tocontrol themselves. “This is between you and me, Trinket.”

She pursed her lips, probably not quite happywith his tone, but waved her glass in the air with a dangerous carelessness.She was definitely not sober, hedecided.

“Fine.” she granted. “Still. It was a fluke. It certainly won’t happen again.”

“Never.” he snorted because that was for sure. He shrugged again.“Almost didn’t happen, yeah? Barelysaw anything what with that ugly thing on your back.” Her narrowed eyes wereenough warnings for him not to go too far down that road. She tolerated hisinsults on her fashion sense up to a point but he had clearly used all hisallotted gibes on the subject for the day. “I was drunk. You were upset…”

“It was over in ten minutes.” she nodded inagreement.

“Yeah, that’s not flattering for you or for meso…” He made a face. “Let’s forget about it, yeah?”

“Yes.” she breathed out with complete relief.“And in the spirit of goodwill I will apologize for bringing up your Gamesearlier. I crossed a line.”

He took a deep breath because the mere mentionof the Quell…

“Okay.�� he nodded. “Then I’m sorry I said youwere frigid.”

“You shouldbe because I am actually anythingbut.” she retorted without missing a beat, a sassy grin on her yellow paintedlips. “Too bad you will never find out.”

“Careful, sweetheart. You might give me ideas.”he smirked.

She shook her head at him, finished her glassand placed it down on the liquor cart in the corner of the room. “I am gladthis is resolved. Now… I advise going to bed. We have interviews scheduled inthe morning.”

Although he inwardly groaned at the mention ofinterviews, he had hoped the conversation was headed that way and truly relaxedfor the first time since he had come back. “So you ain’t really quitting, then?”

She blinked twice, her fake eyelashes slowlyfluttering up and down, watching him with puzzlement. The perfect picture ofcandid innocence.

He knew better than to buy it.

“Why, I have no idea what you mean, Haymitch.” she laughed slowly. “Quitting?Why would I quit when I am so closeof getting promoted? I have a good feeling for next year. I am sure I will soonmove on to one of the Career Districts. Won’t you be relieved to be rid of me then?”

Her laughter was as fake as could be andHaymitch didn’t join in.

He didn’t dispute her statement either but heknew better.

One got used to Effie Trinket.

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nachtgraves · 7 years

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Hello! If you're still taking requests could you do 49 w/ jean/nino? I love that pairing and I'd like to see how you write them!

Hey!Jean/Nino .> I have a problem. I haven’t seen any of itsince the anime ended though and rewatching it is my reward for catching up onall the shit I have on hold so I hope I did them justice for my first timewriting them (:

Title: HomeSmells of Cigarette Smoke and Bread // AO3WordCount: 3,280Warnings/Tags: G/PG. post-ep12, time skip, nino deserves all the love, pining. I have a headcannon whereLotta likes to play matchmaker.Prompt: Coming home

Jean’sbeen away for about two weeks now.

It’sone of the longest trips he’s been on, and while he’s called Lotta most nights,he’s often exhausted and barely there. Lotta sends him off to bed or to take amuch needed nap. Nino’s been privy to Lotta’s concerned complaints; he himselfhas received a few texts and calls, though most have been requests to keep theyounger Otus company and watch out for her (in her borderline obsessivelyprotective older brother’s place). But there are times where Jean’s calls andmessages are personalized for Nino, and it’s all Nino can ask that Jean spendthose few minutes of his free time on him, instead of on Lotta or resting up.

It’scoming onto day 16 of Jean’s ambiguous and lengthy business trip and Nino ishousesitting for the Otus siblings. Lotta’s gone to Dowa to see Prince Schwanand her grandfather, who’s been kicking stronger than anyone had thought, butillness is always a cause for concern. She was in a rush to leave and Nino wasmore than happy to be called last minute to take care of things in both her andher brother’s absence.

Themain reason for his employment as a house-sitter is Lotta’s new hobby. In therecent weeks she’s picked up gardening, and Nino is more than adept enough atwatering plants on a schedule. Besides, watching over things is something he’snot a stranger to. Since the attempted coup and Furawau’s secession from theDowa Kingdom, Nino’s had some time on his hands, even with his new job at asmall newspaper company. In those early weeks, up to the recent months, he hadn’tbeen too sure of his place in Bādon, or his place with the Otus siblings.

Ninolays on the couch where he and Jean have fallen asleep a few too many timesafter nights of drinking and stares up at the ceiling. He could go back to hisown small apartment, but the Otus home has a warmth and comfort and something indistinguishablethat his apartment simply lacks. It’s a vague feeling he can’t place but itmakes him quite reluctant to leave.

Thinkingback, he remembers the days when he tried to stay away, remove himself fromJean and Lotta, and how miserably that failed within days. He recalls mopingabout in his apartment trying to convince himself to get rid of his copies ofOtus family photos, and the surprise of Jean knocking on his door and takinghim to the bar they frequented. Jean pointedly getting drunk without Nino’spersuasion and needing an escort home. Lotta’s remarks of missing seeing himaround after they put Jean to bed solidified Jean’s point and soothed thegrowing ache in Nino’s chest.

He’snot sure when, but at some point between the sun sinking between buildings andthe stars shining as bright as they can through city light pollution, he fellasleep. He awakes with a familiar crick of sleeping on a couch. The Otus couchis a very comfortable couch, but it is still not a bed. He very well could haveslept through the night, but he’s a light sleeper. No one was supposed to becoming home, but Nino recognizes the sound of a rattling door handle and amuffled curse.

Gettingup from the couch, Nino tiptoes through the dark and silent apartment, guidedonly by the city light filtering in through the windows. He searches out for aweapon of some sort on his way to the front door, but only finds some ofLotta’s cooking and pastry magazines. It’s as good as anything, so he rolls oneup as tight as he can and hides against the wall that turns into the entryway.Whoever was trying to get in seems to succeed just as Nino’s in position,substitute baseball bat ready in his hands and prepped for a swing. The lightfrom outside the apartment floods the entryway and a shadow stretches out, thehead coming to just in front of where Nino’s standing. He’s about to bringglossy paper to human skull, using the shortening shadow as a reference, whenthe intruder calls out: “Lotta?”

Ninoabruptly loosens his grip on the magazine, letting it unroll in his palm. Thelights flicker on and Jean stands, hand frozen on the light switch as he seesNino.

“Uh,hey. Wasn’t expecting you to come back tonight,” Nino laughs.

Jean’seyes scan Nino from head to toe, lingering on the loosely rolled magazinebefore meeting Nino’s eyes with a questioning frown.

Ninoshrugs. “I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to you coming in – thought itwas a burglar.”

“Soyou grabbed one of Lotta’s magazines.” Jean’s mouth quirks slightly and Nino canonly smile helplessly back.

Jeanmoves from the light switch and Nino follows after him into the living room.Jean drops his travel bag by the coffee table and collapses onto the couch witha heavy sigh. Nino leans against the wall and watches. He’s so used to watchingJean. It’s habit to catalogue every twitch in the blond’s expression and heknows every detail of Jean’s routine movements. He’s familiar with the way Jeansprawls across his couch, head tilted back and arms draped along the backrest.The way he tugs his tie loose, blindly reaches for his cigarettes and lighter.The way his lips close around the stick and how smoke streams gently from hismouth in a relaxed sigh.

Jeanslides his gaze to where Nino’s standing. “Sit down, the couch doesn’t bite.”

“Lotta’sgoing to be mad at you for smoking in here,” Nino responds, but he takes a seatas told.

Jeanrolls his head so he’s got half his face smooshed against the couch but canlook at Nino easily. “Speaking of, where is she?”

Ninotilts his head in surprise. “Did you not know? Your grandfather’s sick and shewas worried so she flew over yesterday. She asked me to house and plant-sit,which is why I was here.”

Jeansits up, frown on his face. “Grandfather’s sick? He called me just a few daysago and seemed perfectly fine.”

Ninojust shrugs. “It’s what Lotta said when she called me, asking me to look overthe apartment while the both of you were gone. Wasn’t expecting you to be backso suddenly.”

“Itold Lotta I was coming back tonight or tomorrow morning though.” Jean’s lipsquirk even more downwards, perplexed. Nino’s just as confused for a momentbefore he remembers that nosiness and plotting behind peoples back for theirown perceived good is a Dowan royal family trait. He hopes his face is asimpassive as ever.

“Maybeshe forgot. In any case, I guess I’m off plant-sitting duties,” Nino says,trying to change the direction of the conversation, “I should head back, it’slate and I really didn’t mean to fall asleep here earlier.”

Jeanshakes his head. “You can spend the night. It’s not like you haven’t numeroustimes before.”

Thestatement is true, but Nino needs to remove himself from Jean’s presence. Lottaplotted to get them alone together for whatever reason but he is not about toruin something he’s already got too fragile of a hold on. He gets to his feetand waves Jean off.

“Yeah,but I have some work to do and all my material is at my apartment.”

Jeanstands as well and Nino’s halted by a firm grip around his lower arm. Nino wantsto pull away, but he also desperately wants to come closer. He settles for notmoving at all and staring at the point between Jean’s brows.

“Haveyou eaten?” Jean asks, his question abrupt and innocuous.

Ninoshakes his head. Jean smiles.

“Thenhave dinner with me. I don’t like eating alone.”

Ninoopens his mouth to refuse but he soon finds himself seated at the Otus kitchentable across from Jean with a plates of rice, pork, vegetables, and, of course,dinner rolls, laid out before them. Jean’s half-finished cigarette smotheredout in the ashtray leaving only a faint trail of smoke. He smiles. There’s norefusing an Otus.

“Whatare you smiling about?”

Jeanpoints his fork over at Nino. The blue haired man just shrugs and busieshimself with eating.

“Nino.”

Thetone and cadence almost resembles a whine and really, Nino’s never stood achance anyway.

“Justthinking,” he replies, and in an attempt to distract the vice-chairman of theinspection department, offers the last dinner roll and the tub of butter.

Jeantakes the offerings but Nino doesn’t get away scot-free.

“Careto share?”

“Howoften are you, or even Lotta, told ‘no’ in terms of getting what you want?”Nino returns.

Jeanpurses his lips in thought and Nino has to redirect his attention to the lastbits of his dinner. The blond eventually replies in slow and measured words asif he is still trying to think of a specific instance. “A fair amount,probably. No different than anyone else, I’d say.”

Ninocan’t stop the snort of amused disbelief that bubbles up his throat and out hisnose at that. He has to cover his mouth with his hand so he doesn’t spray foodeverywhere. When he looks up at Jean he has to consciously decide that theexpression on the blond’s face is categorically a frown and even though hismouth is stretched somewhat close together and forward and his bottom lip isjutting out the tiniest bit and his clear blue eyes that catch the flash of acamera like polished crystals are marginally wider—frowning. The unofficial prince is frowning.

“What?”Jean demands.

Ninoshakes his head and starts clearing up the table. If he doesn’t have to respondhe doesn’t have to attempt to deny Jean what he wants. But Jean, unusuallypersistent at the worst of times, follows after Nino with his own plate, adetermined shadow. Nino presses his lips together in a tight line to preventboth laughter and Jean’s answers.

Jeansighs in defeat and Nino lets a small smile of victory past his guard that Jeancatches, if the narrowed gaze is of any indication and pouting—frowning mouth. Nino really needs to goback to his apartment. He says as much to Jean once the last of the dishes areput away: “I should really go back to my apartment for whatever is left of thenight.”

Jean,leaning against the counter, fixes his gaze on Nino in the way that seems tofreeze all movement from the latter. The blue of his eyes and depth of hisstare fixing the object of the stare in place until the blond allows toindividual to move. Nino leans back against the counter, body twisted towardsJean and awaiting what he has to say.

“Youknow,” Jean starts, head tilting slightly. “You never call your apartment‘home’.”

Ninofrowns, confused by the way Jean has taken the conversation. He’s not sure whatthe blond’s point is and Jean can apparently tell. The blond’s mouth twitchesupwards at the corner he always gets food smeared around and has to lick atwith his tongue or dab at with a napkin. Nino finds it fortunate that Jean’snot as into creamy pastries as his sister and coworkers are.

“Younever refer to your apartment as ‘home’. It’s always ‘apartment’, ‘place’, oreven just bed.” Jean continues, andwhile Nino was distracted by Jean’s thin lips and subtle facial twitches, theblond had apparently come closer to the taller man.

“You’dalmost think that ‘home’ isn’t part of your vocabulary, but—” and now Jean isright in front of Nino, to the point Nino is teased by the warmth of Jean’sbody to the hint of tobacco and ash and smoke—“when you take me or Lotta backhere, you almost exclusively call this place home.”

Jeanstares up at him – those few centimeters Nino has above the blond seem tovanish – waiting for a response. Nino clears his throat and he would try tostep back and create more appropriate space between them, but he’s against thecounter and any movement away would be too obvious.

“Well,this is your home. What else would I call it?” he manages to respond.

Jeanseems to come even closer.

“You’reavoiding the question.”

“Younever asked one,” Nino says.

Hefeels victorious for a moment before Jean blinks and then releases a soft huh.

Jeancatches Nino’s gaze with his own. Nino can’t look away even though he knows hereally should find some sort of escape route. The situation was coming to asplit in the road where one path led onward, peaceful and uninterrupted,whereas the second path fell away into nothingness, the ground cracked andcrumbling and dead. Nino knows that this split is unavoidable in hisrelationship with the blond, that at some point in their time together this splitin the road was inevitable. He could only delay it for so long, and despite hiseffort it seems like he’s run out of back roads, scenic routes, and detours.

“Wellthen, here’s the implied question: why do you never refer to your apartment ashome?”

Withthe blond standing and staring unwaveringly in front of him, barely inchesbetween them, Nino can’t break eye-contact and any excuse or redirectiondisappears from the grasp of his heavy tongue like the wisps of smoke thatcling only as a vague olfactory presence to Jean’s clothes.

“Ihaven’t considered it to be a home for a while,” Nino answers, surprising himselfin the process.

Hedoesn’t know when, but it was likely after the death of his father and Jean andLotta’s parents, probably around when he realized his feelings for the olderOtus strayed from duty to friendship to more. It was a gradual thing, much likethe development of his feelings towards Jean, but also his sister. Nino first adoredher with a reverence brought on by her connection to beloved members of royalty.It was, and still is, impossible to not feel protective of and adoration forthe young princess. Nino’s feelings for the girl grew into a responsibility ofa familial, brotherly nature as his feelings for Jean grew romantic and wanting.

Jeanseems to be just as surprised with Nino’s abrupt concession. But he quicklysmiles and nods, as if he had already known the answer and was just waiting forNino to catch up. Nino wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

“Well,since I know you’re lying about work, there really is no reason for you to notjust spend the night. We have the guest room…” The way Jean trails off impliesthat there’s something he wants to add or suggest. His gaze flickers down thehallway towards the bedrooms and Nino watches the subtle movement of Jean’sthroat as he swallows, preps his following words with a flick of tongue across thinlips.

Ninois almost afraid to ask but he can’t help himself. “Or…?”

“Mybed is big enough for two.”

Ninoisn’t sure if he hears Jean correctly, if his brain has warped the blond’swords to something that belongs in a fantastical, fictional world far removedfrom reality.

“Huh?”Nino so eloquently asks, or rather grunts. It’s really more of a vague sound ofsurprise and disbelief that changes pitch several times within the singlesyllable.

Jeangives Nino a knowing look. “Come to bed with me. Just to sleep.” He grins alittle and adds, “For now.”

Thefact that Jean’s face tinges pink even though Nino can tell the other man istrying to play cool makes him feel better about the fact his face is likelybright red and his dropped jaw is probably very stupid looking. His cool,badass biker image is in shattered pieces at Jean’s feet. But he doesn’t reallycare about it that much right now.

WhileNino still can’t quite regain control over his mouth and ability to speak – stillstunned into silence by Jean’s very blunt flirting, teasing? He hopes it’s theformer – he can nod and follow Jean into the blond’s bedroom, led by his wristin Jean’s firm grasp. Jean only lets him go to change into his pyjamas; a soft tee-shirtand a pair of flannel pyjama pants that are much too baggy on his slender framebut endears him to Nino that much more. With a quick, pointed look, Nino stripsdown to his boxers and pulls on a shirt Jean tosses him from his closet. Ninocan’t help but subtly lift the neck and take a quick sniff, and from the wayJean smirks even with pink cheeks as he crawls into the modestly sized bed, heknows that he was caught.

Hehesitates, but slides into the bed as well. Nino doesn’t know if he should turnhis back to Jean, but when Jean settles on his side facing Nino, he reaches upa hand and grabs at the collar of Nino’s borrowed shirt and tugs him down,deciding for the photographer.

Ninoisn’t sure if he was expecting the brief kiss or not. He’s been going onautopilot since Jean cornered him in the kitchen and his brain is only justcatching up.

Thekiss is brief enough that he almost thinks it didn’t happen, but the way hetries to follow Jean’s mouth after the blond pulls away says otherwise. Jeansmiles and leans back in for another kiss. This one, Nino can close his eyesand enjoy, simple and closed-mouth. He pulls back and lies down fully on thebed facing Jean.

“Wecan talk about this later if you want,” Jean tells him. “I’m exhausted andreally just want to sleep for a few hours.”

“Goodnight,” Nino says and Jean smiles at him before settling in and closing hiseyes, his breaths evening out surprisingly quickly. Nino feels a tug of guiltat keeping the blond awake for so long when he likely had wanted to immediatelyfall into bed upon returning. He can’t quite bring himself to completely regretthe events of the night, however.

Ninodoesn’t fall asleep for a while. He can barely process what’s happened since hewoke up from his accidental nap, much less how he’s ended up in this situation,this position. In Jean’s bed, next to the man himself who is out like a light,face soft and gentle in sleep, body warm and facing Nino. He settles onto hisside, arm bent under his head and lets his eyes drift shut, relaxed. Eachinhale fills his nose with soothing scents of laundry detergent mixed with ahint of salty sweat. Nino falls asleep, more content than he thinks he’s everbeen.

Inthe morning, Nino wakes up alone but the other side of the bed has stillretained some of the warmth from his missing bed partner. He pads out of Jean’sbedroom to see the man grabbing fresh toast from the toaster, one butteredslice already in his mouth and the remains of a cigarette burning out in theashtray on the kitchen table. He’s wearing his glasses, thick rimmed and rectangular,equal parts dorky and adorable.

“Morning,”Jean says when he notices Nino, mouth full of bread but smile still wide as itcan be. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Ninocomes closer and something in him settles at the scent of cigarette smoke andbread.

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