#fic: closer

[beardedjoel]

closer | part one

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

story summary: you are staying with your parents, helping them move into their new house in austin. what happens when joel miller, the attractive neighbor you've been eyeing obsessively starts to show you some much wanted attention? 4.9k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), masturbation (f and m), reader is described in a few outfits (shorts and cropped shirt) and as having hair, this chapter is mostly expo and some ~flirtations~

a/n: been posting this mostly on ao3 for a while but thought the tumblr audience might also enjoy my self indulgent joel smut story <3

It’s well into your second week staying with your parents, and you’re laying in the grass in their backyard, reading the latest off your long list of books you’ve been itching to get into. It’s pleasant but already getting hot as you lounge in the shade, the Texas summer heat not yet at its peak for the day.

You came to stay with your parents in Austin after they officially moved here several weeks before you arrived, and your mom called you in a panic because your dad broke his leg falling down the stairs while they were moving in. You remember sighing loudly, your accident prone dad had finally broken something, and of course it was something this major.

You had already planned to move here after a job offer at a new startup in Austin was too alluring to pass up on, and after graduating from your Master’s program you had no further plans before this came along. So you came a few weeks before you planned to, hurriedly packing up your things in Chicago and coming to help your frazzled mother before planning to eventually find your own place and get settled at your new job. It’s been mostly relaxing aside from the moving and your anxious mother buzzing around constantly, almost like a little vacation before you start the rest of your life after years of college.

You peer up from your book, seeing their dog Benny, a chocolate lab, running around the yard with a smile. You stifle a yawn before taking another drink from the iced coffee set beside you in the grass, the glass sweating onto your hand. You go on high alert quickly, though, when you see that your parents’ neighbor is pulling out his lawn mower in the yard next door. This is the other perk of staying here - Joel Miller, the man who lives next door, the man you’ve been obsessed with since the first time you laid eyes on him. You haven’t managed to say a word to him, but every time he’s outside you’ve watched him as casually as possible, trying to learn more about him, observe him. You feel completely creepy half the time that you’re so interested in everything he does, but it’s hard to help it when he’s the most attractive, alluring man you’ve ever seen. He’s definitely older than you, although you can’t be sure by how much, but none of that matters to you as you lay your eyes on his toned form across the way, taking in his tanned skin, slightly tousled dark hair, and beard yet another time.

You find it hard to go back to concentrating on your book, although you’re certainly pretending to as you periodically look at him through your sunglasses while he mows his lawn. Even from afar, you can see the sweat glistening on his forehead and neck as he works out under the sun, and it’s driving you insane to think about how it would look up close. You can picture a bead of sweat running down the back of his shirt, and you have to force yourself to snap out of it. When the hell did you become such a horned up monster like this? It has… been a while since you’ve been with anyone, and even then those past encounters were pretty underwhelming, you muse to yourself as you continue to peek over at Joel. He reaches his white t-shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his face and you have to bite down on your lip as you see a glimmer of his stomach appear and then disappear.

Fuck, you need to go inside and cool off.

You snap your book shut, gathering your things and heading back towards your parents’ house, to the small detached apartment above the garage that came with the place. They hadn't thought much of it initially when they purchased the home, but for this situation it worked out perfectly - as a grown adult you were dreading the lack of personal space that would surely come with staying with your parents. This small apartment was a great surprise to find out about after agreeing to come to Austin early, affording you a bit of privacy. And thankfully you have it, you think as you quickly fling yourself onto your bed, letting the air conditioning cool you off and try to wipe the downright nasty thoughts you’re having about your neighbor you don’t even know from your mind.

The more you try to fight it, the more the thoughts invade your mind, and not for the first time since you noticed Joel, you give into the thoughts and slowly reach down into your linen shorts and start touching yourself, feeling the wetness that had already formed just from seeing him mow the lawn and the racing desires you were having about him. For fuck’s sake, you think to yourself as you feel it, but move on quickly to imagining what was under that shirt, imagine undressing him and kissing him and fucking him. You just know he’d be a good fuck, a giving lover - he has a confident, sexual appeal to him that feels so undeniable. You rub your clit in slow circles, trying to picture his hand being the one to do it, and come quickly at the thought, biting down on your fist to muffle your panting moans just in case your parents could hear. You haven’t yet figured out the amount of noise traveling from the apartment to the rest of the house, so better to be safe than sorry. You lay, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling for a bit, debating yet again on finally talking to him. There’s no way you’d even be able to get a sentence out at this point, and you laugh to yourself trying to picture it.

Instead, you keep yourself busy around the house for a while with your mother while your dad attempts to unpack some things from a chair, his leg fully casted. You both roll your eyes jestingly at his effort, and continue to organize until your mom decides she wants to go pick up some dinner. When you sit down with them that evening to eat, you notice Joel through the kitchen window, which has a decent view into his yard. He’s cooking on his grill, holding a beer in the other hand, taking a swig from it. You sigh quickly, irritated that you can’t even eat your pizza in peace without his distractions. Your parents both eye you, your mom asking if anything is wrong with the food, and you shake your head.

“No, I just… remembered I was supposed to call my friend back in Chicago - you remember Sofia? So I think I’ll just eat the rest of this up in my space, if that’s okay,” you say, lying right to their faces.

“Of course, don’t miss your little date with Sofia,” your mom smiles at you, and you excuse yourself, grabbing the plate of pizza and going through the sliding glass door to the backyard. The entrance to your apartment is along the back of the garage and up a flight of stairs, so you have to cut through the yard to get there. As you approach the stairs, it takes you nearer to Joel’s fence and your view of him at his grill. His back is turned, but when you walk closer he turns slightly, just enough to catch your eye. He raises his beer slightly as a greeting and gives you a smile, and you’re barely able to smile back due to the nervous butterflies you now feel under his gaze. You rush quickly now, darting up the stairs and heading into your apartment.

Coward, you think as you set the pizza down on the counter of the small kitchenette and hold your head in your hands until you can calm down. You do indeed end up calling Sofia, filling her in on the latest news of your “hot neighbor” as you two have been naming him, and she laughs in earnest at your complete inability to speak to Joel, that she’s never seen you like this about anybody, but continues to encourage you to go for it. She says she knows you’ve got it in you, but you aren’t sure anymore. You can’t tell if she’s a bad or good influence on you, but you do know you desperately want to follow her advice and simply begin by having a conversation with the man. Maybe once you talk to him, you won't feel this insane desperation towards him anymore, maybe he’ll be boring, maybe he’ll seem uninteresting if you get to know him. Somehow, you think as you try to fall asleep that night, you doubt all of that to be true.

“Mother fucker…” you mutter angrily to yourself the next day, attempting to do… you truly have no clue what you’re attempting to do to fix this gate, but you’re stubborn enough to keep trying. Your parents are both out of the house at work today, and you were told to try and be productive, so here you are trying to do just that, desperately poking, prodding, screwing and unscrewing pieces on this latch.

“That’s quite a mouth you got on ya there,” a deep, slightly rough voice with a southern accent cuts in. You gasp lightly in surprise, having not heard him coming with how focused you’d been. You turn your body and look up from your crouched position, shielding your eyes from the sun shining behind him. It’s Joel Miller, right there in the flesh, and it’s the closest you’ve ever been to him. He must have come up behind you from the pathway that leads to the driveway of the house when he saw you struggling with the gate. You can see the lines in his face a little better - his tan, speckled skin, and brown eyes are catching your attention much more at this distance. You suppose you’d known he had brown eyes, but as you rise up to meet him, you’re absolutely mesmerized by them.

“I… uh,” you stammer, still surprised he’s talking to you. “My mom would kill me if she knew a stranger heard me talking like that,” you laugh a little, rubbing your neck nervously, feeling how it’s sticky with a layer of sweat from being out in the hot sun. You can’t believe those are the first words you’re uttering to Joel, the one you’ve been trying to find the perfect thing to say to introduce yourself to, and you end up talking about your fucking mom. Just great.

“Good thing I ain’t a stranger then, I’m a neighbor,” Joel replies, looking at you with a small, friendly smile. You see his eyes roam quickly over your whole body, taking in your shorts and small cropped tank top leaving little to the imagination. You feel your cheeks go warm under his gaze taking in your features.

“Yeah, but I don’t even know your name, so where does that leave us?” you lie, acting as if you hadn’t casually asked your parents about him as soon as you could fit it into a conversation.

Joel lets out a little chuckle, his whole body seeming to rumble slightly with it. “Right,” he says, and you think he may be able to see right through you with his scrutinizing eyes. “Your folks didn’t tell you anything about me, then?”

“Not really,” you say sheepishly. He doesn’t seem to buy it, but he plays along.

“I’m Joel,” he reaches out a hand, “Miller.”

You tell him your name and grab his hand to shake it. His grip is firm but gentle with you, and you can feel how hard his large hands are from working with them. You try not to have a visceral reaction from touching him, but you can feel yourself shy away from it and you hope to any higher being that he doesn’t notice.

“What’cha workin’ on there?” he asks, gesturing to the gate.

You press your lips together, feeling embarrassed at him having seen you fail so miserably at your handiwork. “Just trying to fix this gate for my parents, the latch is messed up or something,” you say, biting your lip nervously. Joel gives a wry smile with his head cocked as you attempt to explain.

“Lemme take a look, darlin’,” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently move you to the side. You try not to let your mouth hang open at his use of a pet name and the feeling of his hand touching your bare skin. You don’t know how it got this far, these few weeks spent watching him from afar, that you’d fallen head over heels for the man based on sight alone. Now that he was talking to you, touching you, there was absolutely no turning back now. You need more, all of your senses already hungry for him, and you force yourself to reign it in as quickly as you can, blinking to focus on what Joel is doing.

He inspects the latch, testing it a few times before calling you over to look more closely. You can barely breathe as you stand next to him, the warmth of his body radiating towards you, but despite the heat of the day, you find you don’t mind it at all.

“Now see here?” He says, pointing to an area on the latch mechanism. “This is all bent up, no wonder it keeps poppin’ open.” You realize he must have been watching you attempt to fix this for longer than you’d thought, if he knew that the latch had kept popping back open on you. The thought is equally tantalizing and embarrassing and you can’t help but wonder what he was thinking of you as he watched. You realize he’s looking towards you now, awaiting confirmation that you understood what he said. You make quick eye contact, but decide to focus your eyes on the latch instead so you don’t immediately lose your train of thought.

“Ah, okay. So... what do we do, then?” You bite your lip again, then silently curse yourself for the nervous habit.

“Could try hammerin’ it back into place until you can get a new piece,” he says with a small shrug, still standing close to you. “You got a hammer in that toolbox of yours?” he asks, motioning down to where it rests near your feet. You bend down to grab it for him, feeling his eyes on you as you grab the hammer and hand it to over him. He shows you what he’s doing and explains along the way, but you can hardly pay attention - his toned arms, tan from being out in the sun, are bulging out of his dark t-shirt as he puts the effort in to knock the latch back into place are the biggest distraction. You nod along and appear interested, sneaking a quick glance at his arms or concentrated face every so often.

“All done, should do for now,” he says, quickly testing the gate’s latch, then turning to you with another friendly smile, his brown eyes catching yours again.

“G-great, thank you,” you say, knowing you want to keep the conversation going, but unsure of how to keep his interest. What the hell could hold his interest about a stuttering, inexperienced woman like you? “Really, I appreciate it. Who knows how long I’d have been out here trying to fix that.” You laugh a little, and it comes out nervous sounding, which makes you nearly cringe. But Joel just continues his lopsided smile at you and hands the hammer back over.

“My pleasure, darlin’, felt like the neighborly thing to do,” he replies. You think you might pass out if he calls you darlin’ one more time, you swear it. “Got anything else you needed my help with?”

You try not to look too stunned at his offer, knowing it’s your chance to try and get to know him better, and not wanting to mess it up.

“Actually, y-yes,” you say, and it’s the truth. Your parents house came with a few projects that have now become your problem since you’d offered to help out. “I was going to try and fix this cabinet in my parents’ kitchen, but you don’t have to -” you start, but Joel interrupts you quickly.

“Let’s go on then, show me,” he says, putting a hand out for you to lead the way. You walk through the newly fixed gate and into the backyard, leading him towards the sliding glass door.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I can probably figure it out,” you offer as you start to open the door.

“No offense honey, but the way you were fightin’ with that gate, I think you could use my help in here,” he says, his accent thick on the word ‘honey’ and you feel yourself sink into the feeling of it, a warmth low in your belly that spreads outwards. You just give him a nervous but appreciative smile as you lead him into the kitchen. The air conditioning immediately brings you relief from the way your cheeks are burning, just being around Joel sending you reeling. Goosebumps coat your skin and you cross your arms instinctively at the cooler air hitting you and shut the door behind Joel after he enters. Benny comes in the room, sniffing at Joel, and Joel pets him and gives him a scratch behind the ears with a soft smile before Benny trots off. You try to hold back a smile at the immediate green flag popping up with how sweet Joel was with Benny.

“Sorry about the mess, uh, still unpacking everything here,” you apologize, walking past some boxes and taking note of all the piles of stuff yet to get put in its place. “Did you… want some water, or anything?”

Joel nods. “You’re a polite thing, aren’t you,” he drawls, eyeing you, and the way he says it makes your skin tingle, the hairs on your arms standing up. “Raised in the south, I assume?” he says, watching you think for a moment which cabinet your parents had unpacked the glasses to and quickly finding one, trying to hide your slightly shaking hands as you fill the cup at the sink.

“Er, yeah, San Antonio,” you say, handing him the glass. He takes a lengthy sip then looks back in your direction.

“What brought your folks to Austin? Brought you to Austin?” he asks casually, leaning against the countertop now. He sure is making it easy to continue the conversation, which is exactly what you were hoping for, him carrying the brunt of it while you try to get your footing.

“My parents wanted to be a bit closer to family, buy a smaller house, that kind of thing. I’m just back here from school in Chicago to help them settle in since my dad broke his leg right after they moved. And a job offer here in Austin kind of sealed the deal for me,” you ramble nervously, unsure of what to do with your hands so you tug anxiously at your shorts.

“Hm,” Joel says, considering you and tilting his head to the side. “Awful sweet of you to help out.”

“T-thanks, it’s not a big deal, just for a while until I get set up at my new job,” you say as a shaky smile crosses your face. You’re looking at the floor on and off for most of the conversation, trying your best to meet his eyeline.

“A bit shy too, it seems,” he smirks a little, but not in a condescending way - it’s friendly, and almost sweet. “Seen you round, but you’ve never said hello,” he says. You think you can’t possibly feel any more flushed and embarrassed  around him, but there it is, that familiar burning feeling rising to your cheeks.

“Neither did you,” you retort, trying to sound brave and sassy, maybe the type of girl Joel would be into. He laughs a little at your comment, and you wonder if you’re on the right track.

“Fair point there,” he replies, “Didn’t wanna scare you away, I ‘spose.” His tone is teasing, but you have to wonder quickly at the content, that he was... worried about scaring you away. Does that mean he’d noticed you, wanted to get to know you as well, but didn’t know how to approach? You brush off the runaway thoughts, assuming he was just joking around and being friendly, because there was not a chance any of that was true. You picture yourself in his eyes and nearly shake your head - of course none of it could be true.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you say back, surprising yourself with your own words, feeling a rush of pride that you were able to flirt with him, even if just a little. Your response gets another smile out of him, and he seems to take note of your flirty tone with a small raise of his eyebrows.

“Let’s take a look at that cabinet, then,” he says, putting the glass down on the counter. You show him the slightly crooked upper cabinet that’s been driving your mom nuts, the one you swore to her you could try and fix today. You aren’t sure if you want to even explain the whole truth to her when she sees with surprise that it actually got done - you think she might be upset with a stranger being in the house, but like Joel said, he’s a neighbor, not a stranger. “You got a power drill?” he asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh, um,” you say, thinking out loud, “I think it’s around here somewhere,” you immediately start looking around busily, trying to remember where your dad said he put it in this current mess of a house.

“No worries, let me just go and grab mine,” he offers, leaving out the sliding door and you standing alone. Finally. You release a long, slow breath, realizing you’d practically been holding it without noticing. You try to shake off the nerves, not let Joel get to you so much - he’s just your neighbor, just some guy, you shouldn’t be this puddling, nervous mess around him. But the way you felt being so close to him when you’ve been pining for him from afar has far from left you, you think as your stomach turns with butterflies.

Joel returns before you can fully calm yourself down and begins working on the cabinet. When he reaches up to use the drill on the hinges, his shirt lifts slightly, just enough to see a sliver of skin around the waistband of his jeans. You’re mesmerized by it, and feel warm all over again despite the air conditioning blasting through the house. You’re currently lost in wondering what it would be like to grab a fistful of his shirt and continue lifting it up, revealing his stomach and chest, the little peek of hair you can see there.

The intermittent noise of the drill as he works has become background noise to the downright filthy thoughts you were having about Joel’s midriff, so you don’t fully notice when it stops and Joel turns towards you, catching where your eyes had just been staring. You inhale sharply, caught in the act, and avert your eyes, rubbing your arm and trying to look casual. You swear you hear a quiet chuckle come from him and you know your expression gives you away, but you dare to bring your eyes up to his face, which is watching you with a knowing smirk.

“All set,” he says, seeming to choose not to comment on the situation, which you silently thank him for. He made quick work of fixing the cabinet, and now you truly don’t have any other projects for him to work on, feeling a small pit in your stomach at the thought.

“Thank you,” you squeak out, still reeling from your embarrassment. “My parents will be relieved that all of this is fixed now, but I guess no thanks to me.” You laugh at your own confidence this morning, thinking you had the ability to do any this handiwork today when you’ve hardly fixed anything around the house in your life.

“Don’t think you’ve got a handy bone in your body, darlin’,” he jokes. “Tell you what - why don’t you tell them it was you, take all the credit,” he says, giving you a wink. A fucking wink. It’s quick and you almost think you imagined it, but it makes your knees feel like jelly.

“Oh, n-no, I couldn’t do that,” you say, furrowing your brows with a quick shake of your head. Joel chuckles, the sound rich and ringing in your ears beautifully. You realize you want to hear it a million times more, that you don’t think you could get tired of hearing that sound come out of his beautiful mouth, those plush lips so fucking inviting it’s driving you insane.

“Like I said, such a polite girl,” he teases, and your cheeks continue the way they’ve been steadily warming since you two started talking. “Well, you know where to find me if you ever need more help ‘round here,” he says, turning to head for the door, then after a few steps rotates back towards you slightly. “Or anything else,” he adds with what you swear is a devilish smile on his face. You feel your breath hitch at the words and almost can’t say anything at all, your mouth and throat drying up and refusing to make any noise for several seconds.

“T-thanks again, really,” you say, still dumbfounded, as he reaches the door. You follow closely behind, trying to be polite and close the door behind him - there it is again, damn it, the word polite.

“Take care.” He gives you another quick smile and walks off, leaving you standing in the doorway for a few moments before you blink hard and regroup, finally closing the door.

Joel leaves your house with a smug grin plastered on his face, his thoughts reeling from his interaction with you. Of course he’d noticed the sweet girl who arrived one day next door at his new neighbor’s house, the one who lounged around in the backyard in sexy summer clothes - little shorts and cropped shirts - trying to stay cool but making it hard for Joel to focus when he was struck by how beautiful you are. Of course he’d noticed how you noticed him, at first maybe thinking you were just being a little bit nosy, but then seeing the way he’d constantly feel your eyes on him, your expression changing over time as you continued to watch him throughout the weeks. He could sense the lustful look in your eyes even from afar, and did his best to keep his glances at you as short lived as he could stand. It was when he saw you laughing for the first time, fully and whole-heartedly, on the phone with someone as you twirled a strand of your hair, that he knew it was bad, that he was already in too deep.

He saw you always reading, writing in a journal, or sunbathing with headphones on, and it was mesmerizing to watch you in your element, Joel thought. He’d also noticed, whenever he did any kind of work in the yard, how you would watch more intensely, and his own thoughts would begin drifting into something inappropriate, until you’d get up in a hurry and head up into that little apartment above the garage. He didn’t want to make any assumptions on what you were doing, but seeing you rush away looking hot and bothered into a private place always left him feeling a bit of the same way. He’d already lost count of how many times you’d popped into his mind as he masturbated, despite him trying to avoid it, you always wormed your way in there, an image of you always being the final blow, the reason he came.

It was clear as day you were younger than him by a good amount, and he’d been having misgivings about it, thinking it was already borderline just how much he’d been unashamedly checking you out. But, when he saw you struggling with that gate, he couldn’t help but to watch with a little smile for a bit - you’d looked cute, your brow furrowed and concentrated, trying all the tools under the sun, having no idea what to do. He decided against his better judgment that it was time to step in and close the gap between you two, despite his reservations.

He hadn’t expected just how shy and nervous you’d be, based on your demeanor from afar and the way you’d been watching him. You’d seemed confident, cool headed, and a bit boisterous when you talked to your parents, or on the phone. It was sweet actually, he thought, just how shy he’d made you, but he hoped he hadn’t misread the situation and ended up making you uncomfortable. He found the way you’d looked so flustered and tripped up on your words so endearing, and the way you got a bit more bold towards the end of the conversation gave him hope. Hope for what, he wasn’t sure yet, but he was longing to find out exactly what you wanted from him.

You’re not crazy, you know that. You didn’t imagine the wink, and you certainly didn’t imagine the way he so slyly added on that last comment, saying to find him if you needed “anything else”. You spend the entire evening analyzing every moment of the conversation, then imagining what that ‘anything else’ could entail, and find yourself reaching a hand down your pants for yet another time that night, furiously fingering yourself with thoughts of handyman Joel fucking you on the kitchen counter. Then on your bed. His bed. The couch. Against a wall. In his truck. The list goes on and on, each new place you fucked in your head better than the last. You lay back, sighing, after you come again and still feel completely unsatisfied, knowing that you’ll remain this way until you experience the real thing. You go to sleep exhausted but with resolve that night, knowing you’re going to find out if there’s a possibility of fucking Joel Miller if it’s the last thing you do.

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[sweetestofchaos]

Chell 💜 I hope I’m not too late 👀 could I get Jungkook x reader with #13. linking hands together during sex from prompt list 2

I miss him so much 😭

Like I would ever say no to you 😆 but, you aren't late at all. I don't know when I'll call these drabble requests off...I know they won't stay open too long 'cause no one has really sent anything in. You are the fourth (probably the last) person to request something.

You know I love me some JK...so let's go!

being close to you is still not close enough

p. jungkook x reader

r. 18+

wc. 481

w. mentions of unprotected sex, biting, creampie, kissing

Your skin on his, your breath mixed with his, it is hard to tell where one body begins and the other ends. Still, Jungkook wants more. Needs more. It isn’t enough to be buried deep in your soft warmth. It isn’t enough to sink his teeth into your skin. It isn’t enough to fill you with his seed. He loves you and you love him. You tell him so every day at all times, no matter what. Even when the two of you are fighting (not often), you fill each other with love.

As your legs lock Jungkook in place, as he grinds his pelvis against yours and as he pants in your ear, he grunts his love. His hands roam your body, trailing a hot path along your skin with goosebumps and kisses. He loves you, day in and day out. Seven days a week until the end of time, he loves you and only you. Your nails mark his skin, leaving red lines along his back and crescent moons on his arms. He doesn’t care, he’s okay with his hyungs teasing him if it means he can wear your marks proudly.

His skin is damp, slick with sweat, just as yours. You reach for the blankets, twisting the fabric in your hands until your knuckles lock, the skin taut over the bones. Jungkook’s hands find yours, he relaxes your grip and slides his fingers between the empty space. Puzzle pieces fitting into place, two halves of one whole. As his fingers close around your hand, your head grows warm and fuzzy. You feel like you’re floating and the weight of Jungkook’s hands in yours weighs you down, anchoring you to the world.

He moans your name, whispers his love as he clings to you, never letting go. Tight, so very tightly you hold onto his hands. You think there will be marks that might bruise but that is for future you to worry about. Jungkook now has no worries, he doesn’t mind the tightness. It’s reassuring, the way you give yourself to him, trusting him with the most inner parts of you. The love is madding and at times Jungkook wonders how he is still here with you. The love you share is unconditional, fierce, and inviting. It wraps around his very being and floods his lungs at the most random of times.

Jungkook’s hips start to weaken and you mewl, squeezing his hands and his length as he pushes you over the edge. It triggers his own release a few moments later and tears stream down your face. It is overwhelming, the feeling of this love. It settles deep in your chest and as Jungkook kisses your face all over, licking away your tears, you can’t help but whisper those words to him once more.

“I love you, Jungkook. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

#jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook drabble #drabble requests #soc jungkook #fic: closer #divider by benkeibear

[aeucerys]

closer!lucemond be like

#fic: closer #lucemond

[minisugakoobies]

Sunny! I feel like it’s been forever! Things have just been crazy but I still want to answer your post from ages ago. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to (It was ‘Into the Rush’ but I ended up reading it lol). What made me the most emotional after reading-these lines from that: “You do love yourself. You just wanted someone else to love you too.” and “If you were lovable, then wouldn’t he love you?” Those got me in the feels 😭 you’re just too good! (cont.)

Whisky, hello!!! I thought about you during the Namgi performance! I was praying for your survival, because that was 🔥 - like, having Namjoon on stage somehow dialed up Yoongi’s swagger to impossible levels! I love how they feed off each other’s energy - they’re such an amazing duo 😭 The next few years are going to feel a little empty without them - but we’ll power through together.

Aw man, I have to finish to “Into the Rush” - poor OC and Seokjin deserve an ending! 🥺 I poured some angst into that one with those lines, didn’t I? Thank you for sharing them with me, it means a lot that they resonated with you 💜

Oooh, I should definitely get back to Closer soon! Namkook is just waiting for their final act… dang, why they both gotta have September birthdays? 🤣 But with Paradise wrapping up soon, I can get back to so many other projects!

I hope you have a lovely day, week, whatever until next time! Take care of yourself!! 💕

#🥃 #asks #namgi #fic: into the rush #fic: closer

[heyktula]

Hi! This is fanmail for Closer, which I read maybe a month ago and still think about fondly. Bootblacking, not something I'd ever considered, but from Jopson? *Many* thanks!

Ahh, thank you so much!! Closer is very very near and dear to my heart, and I think about that AU a lot.

Bootblacking, to me, just really taps into Jopson's dedication to high-quality service, and it's one of those things that I think translates pretty directly from canon to a BDSM AU.

You're very welcome. I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

#ktula answers #ktula writes #fic: Closer

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.

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Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.

He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.

Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.

PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.

It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.

Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.

Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.

"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.

"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.

"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.

"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.

"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."

"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"

"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.

"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.

Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.

Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.

So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.

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Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)

Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.

Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.

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Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.

#Danny has his powers destabilized by the various lab experiments but he's slowly getting control back #Duke notices Danny phasing his hands through the table/silverware by accident- it just looks like slight of hand tho #Danny figures out the bats and the best he can do is get adopted #friends close and enemies (lol not really) closer #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #dc x dp fic #please i beg of you- write the other siblings interactions #someone tell me why I left Jazz to sabotage their parents and what to do with her next #jazz looking at danny who now has every possible resource to save them and not using it like- my guy #danny's core working against him like stockholm syndrome basically #like his protected them for this long so now he feels compulsion #danny gets adopted au #bruce adopts danny au

[lokorum]

so....................i've read unraveled the other day.................... and then ive re-read it.........and now im in the middle of re-reading it again????

honestly cant promise that im not gonna keep coming back to it until someone would steal my phone and then i'll just log in from the pc lets be real here (¬‿¬ ) but!!! what i wanted to say is that its just such a good fic?? so well written? it has all the right words in just the right order and i can and will argue till late night that it healed part of myself that i had no idea existed. these descriptions of hugs??? gonna stay with me untill the very end  (*_ _)人  

and drawing something is the least i can do to show just how much your work means, @2btheanswertothequestion  (/▿＼ )

"unraveled" became my spiderverse canon since the moment ive finished chapter one and it will stay this way!!! thank you so so much for all the long hours and all the hard work you clearly had put into it!! you're amazing!! ♡

#hobie brown #punkflower #miles x hobie #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spiderverse fanart #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv fanart #atsv #gosh i wish i knew english better just to get a liiiiittle bit closer to a proper description of how cool this fic is #and how happy and cozy it made me feel #im not leaving comments on ao3 bc well i cant write shit #but i hope its okay and not creepy that i made fanart??? #i could keep nervouslybuzzing here #or i could go #FINISH READING IT FOR THE THIRD TIME LFDKJGLKDFJG

[devondespresso]

barista!eddie drawing a pentagram or whatever with the table cleaner while closing and accidentally summoning demon!steve, who's absolutely stoked to see a cozy little coffee shop for the first time

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie idea #eddie x steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie st #steddie stranger things #steddie fic idea #steddie au #anyway fic idea up for grabs cause i won't let myself start another wip until my longfic is wayyyy closer to finished #barista!eddie munson #omg thats a tag #slay #demon!steve harrington #alternatively (upon seeing the demon eddie tag): eddies also a demon and steves just new and didnt realize he can just leave hell on his ow #if anyone uses this tag me i wanna see what you do with it 💕 #devon thinks sometimes

[fiepige]

Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:

Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release

You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')

#This took so long to make lol #cause I had to edit every scene with Hobie from both versions so I could watch them right after one another to compare them #I did this with ALL the scenes he's in also the ones where he's on screen as spider-punk #but they only changed his filters in these scenes so it was a waste of time :') #sidenote: no it wasn't it's never a waste of time to look at hobie I just couldn't use it for my GIFset lol #I also made a bouns one but I'm not allowed to post more than 30 GIFs in one post apparently so I guess I just won't add it then... #but Hobie was basically filterless during all these scenes in the theatrical version #I like that they gave him more different filters in the digital version #the only change I don't like is in the first GIFs #cause like that one post pointed out it looks like they removed his lipstick for some reason #also really wish I had a better video editor so we could get a closer look at Hobie but I did my best with what I had #also slowed some of them down to get a better look at them #been having this idea for a while and now I finally finished it! #which means I can go back to working on my fics now #hopefully lol #also lemme know if there are some other scens you guys want me to make comparisons of #cause I have both versions #the theatrical release isn't the highest quality though so if you know where I can get my hands on a better version lemme know ;) #hobie brown #spider punk #miles morales #spider man #peter b parker #jess drew #miguel o'hara #spider man across the spider verse #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #theatrical version

[the-ace-with-spades]

(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and 

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

 The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too. 

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner. 

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.” 

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face. 

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year

#this is like a very shortened version with some points cropped out #maybe this will be a full-blown fic at some point #who knows? not me for sure #idk maybe closer to christmas or sth if i have inspiration #i headcanon soap speaks scots whenever he's home/speaking freely and softens the accent otherwise #i love glasgowian accents but im not good at writing them so #ghoap #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #q #charlie writes #op

[beardedjoel]

εїз  closer masterlist  εїз

neighbor!joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

main masterlist | ao3 | fic tag

summary: COMPLETED SERIES. you are staying with your parents, helping them move into their new house in austin. what happens when joel miller, the attractive neighbor you've been eyeing obsessively starts to show you some much wanted attention? story warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), porn with plot, inexperienced reader, soft!dom joel, boyfriend! joel, posessive! joel, mutual masturbation, rough sex, spanking, creampie, unprotected piv, oral (m + f receiving), dirty talk, overstimulation kink, praise kink, so many pet names it’s not even funny, consensual somnophilia, cockwarming

parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen | fourteen | fifteen | sixteen | seventeen | eighteen | nineteen | twenty | twenty one | twenty two

#fic: closer #masterlist #beardedjoel masterlist #joel miller x reader

[aerknight]

@naffeclipse orcas beach themselves to hunt seals orca!eclipse beaches themself to hunt y/n :)

#falls over #sometimes art inspo grabs you like this eclipse and you start something and do not stop until it is done #that was me with this LOL #i have joined the orca eclipse hype train #yeah uh if someone looks at you like this dont stick around #anyway #i saw some people mentioning on the fic comments they think yn is gonna be turned mer #i hope this does not happen because I CRAVE THE ANGST #cancel the happy endings >:) #also i know the orca thing could just be a design choice #but i like to think its because either #a: mimicking to scare off other predators like sharks #b: mimicking to hunt orcas #imagine being an orca and this thing that kinda looks like an orca at a distance and then when you get closer its all WRONG #apparently this is called aggressive mimicry #mer!eclipse #fnaf au #orca!eclipse #apex polarity #fnaf daycare attendant #my art

[aeucerys]

soo, let me drop a snippet from my upcoming lucemond fic ♡

#lucemond #fic: closer

[thesoftestmess]

Thinking about focalors saying furina's humanity is what made her perfect, but sending her on a 500 years long quest where she had to divorce herself from her humanness every single day anew.

Furina having to keep up a show of distance to humanity and having to put herself above her fellow humans, while encouraging Neuvillette, who has never been human, to mingle with them and learn to understand them.

Focalors inviting Neuvillette into the palais and knowing damn well something as strong as Furina's love and care for humans will inevitably rub off on him and there's nothing he could do about it.

Focalors loving and admiring humanity so much that she trusted herself, her human form, enough that not even a mighty ancient dragon could exist for centuries next to Furina's deeply kind and compassionate heart and be immune to it.

It wasn't only time that made Neuvillette unable to declare fontainians guilty after everything. It undoubtedly was also his Lady Furina meeting personally with her citizens, throwing big social banquets on her birthdays and visiting the sick and elderly in their homes.

Caring about the young and the old, remembering their names and bloodlines and their countless life stories.

There's something so special about the theme of humanness between Furina and Neuvillette and how it binds them together not just by fate, but by heart.

There's something special about him spending 500 years by the side of a human unknowingly, and it inevitably turning him into their ally, while Furina has no idea she's making it happen.

Loving humans comes naturally to her and this part of her could never be drowned out, not even by a painfully lonely and straining act of authority and godship.

There's something so heartbroken in Neuvillette's voice when he learns about her sacrifice and really, how could he ever declare humanity guilty for their mere existence when Furina was by his side sacrificing everything and then some for them for four centuries, regardless of how they treated or talked about her?

How could he ever leave her and her people to a doomed fate?

And a part of Furina telling him to get out and mingle with humans feels like she was saying "I know you don't like me much as an archon, but you would've loved me as a human" and she's right.

The moment she drops the act and moves out and goes on her very own healing journey, he falls hard.

Once the heavy presence of fate between them evaporates, he sees her clearly for the first time ever and what he sees is the very best of humanity. One of humanity's kindest and strongest and most determined.

So fragile and exhausted and half-ill from mental torment. Someone who certainly deserves the praises offered to a god, but who wears her human skin so much better.

Wears her heart on her sleeve, just like all her insecurities and flaws.

There's no act, no big secret, no impending doom hanging over their heads now, but she's further from Neuvillette's side than she's ever been and it makes him yearn for her in a way he doesn't know is utterly human.

And she's lying awake with the very same feeling.

#i know neuvillette had his own journey of getting closer to humanity too but you can't tell me she didn't play a huge role in it #it's just wild that the fate of a whole nation rested on the deep compassion and kindness of these two not-quite-humans #and the bond between them #🥲🥲🥲 #neuvifuri #genshin impact #focallette #neuvillette #furina #fari talks fic

[spamgyu]

BACKBURNER // PART 3

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff PART 2 | SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

She wasn't in deep slumber, but she wasn't awake either.

Y/n had allowed the soft sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and indistinct conversations around her lull her into a light sleep – only to be awoken by the sudden lack of warmth that kissed her skin and droplets of water hitting her bare stomach.

Squinting her eyes open, she was greeted by a drenched Mingyu standing above her – a smile on his face. "Hey Stink, wanna get lunch?" He sat on her towel, feeling his soaked swim trunks cool her thigh.

It has been a while since she had eaten and the thought a bowl ahi poke did sound nice. "Sure." She sat up, stretching her hands above her head.

Y/n took a glance around her and noticed that the group she had originally had been lounging around with were gone; some cooling off in the water and others playing a game of volleyball.

Except Seungcheol and Sunhee, who had his head on her lap while she had her nose deep in the book she had brought down from their hotel room.

Sickening.

"You have fun out there?" She asked rhetorically as he shook his head to get the remaining water out of his ears.

"Come out there with me later, yeah?" Mingyu reached up to fix his hair, slicking it back away from his face.

It was going to take a while for her to get used to this new tone of voice he used around her. She wasn't used to the deep octave he used, mixed with some sweetness in his tone – something she had heard only when he was around the women he was dating.

It sent her chills down her spine, thinking how cringy it was for him to use all his tricks he had done to make all those other girls fall at his feet with her.

"Maybe." Y/n leaned over to move a strand that he had missed.

She too used a tone that he hadn't heard of.

Not directed to him at least.

Their customer service voices.

"You guys are cute when you aren't fighting." Sunhee's voice caught their attention.

...And Seungcheol's, who let out a puff of air as a laugh.

Up until now, Mingyu and y/n had thought he was asleep – his sunglasses hiding his eyes.

"Give it until tomorrow, they'll be fighting again." Seungcheol sat up, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on his head.

Y/n chose to ignore his comment, standing up from where she had been sitting – reaching for her shorts and pulling it up to cover her bottom half. "Can you guys watch our stuff? We'll bring back poke in exchange."

"No."

"Don't listen to him." Sunhee waved him off. "Have fun!"

"Thanks, Sunhee." Mingyu smiled, reaching down to hold y/n hand – allowing her to guide him towards the main road.

"He's irked." He leaned down to mumble in her ears

The walk to the market was a short one, the two not bothering to let go of each other's hands as she once again allowed him to talk her ear off – babbling about tomorrow's trip to the North Shore.

He went on and on about how excited he was to try the shrimp truck he had seen many youtubers rave about; spending hours on end watching vlogs to prep him for the trip.

"Do you talk this much when you're with your girls?" She was genuinely curious, in shock with how he seemed to never run out of subjects to talk about. It was as if he was on a mission to reach a word certain count by the end of the day.

"No, just you." He shook his head, bringing his arm around her shoulders; pulling her closer to his body.

Weirdly enough, she preferred this more than holding his hand – it was more comfortable this way.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"So when did this happen?" Jeonghan motioned to the space between the two, catching y/n's attention from across the table.

After a long day of spending their time at the beach, they had decided their first night all together called for a group dinner at the hotel's restaurant – all at the expense of the best man's card.

Seungcheol.

Sunhee nearly choked on the cocktail she was sipping on, quickly shaking her head. "Oh we're not– no." She laughed.

They could have fooled anyone... just as well as Y/n and Mingyu had been.

They had spent the dinner picking off each other's plates – even showing up in coordinating outfits that Sunhee had sworn was not planned. Y/n had to fight the her brain from making a face when Sunhee had profusely declined the groups teasing when they first took their seats.

"Oh." Jeonghan blinked. "I just figured–"

"We're not." Seungcheol shutting him down, instantly silencing Jeonghan who then turned his body to the direction of y/n and Mingyu.

She had been thankful for the various conversations taking place around the table, allowing her to pretend that she hadn't been listening in to the short interaction happening a few feet from her.

"What about you two?" Jeonghan nodded at them, stopping Mingyu mid-setence while he conversed with Minghao about tomorrow's plans.

"What about us?" He asked, confused with the question being asked.

"When did this happen?" Jeonghan repeated.

"Valentines day." Mingyu replied without a second thought, almost as if he had the story ready for anyone who would ask.

He was quick at his feet, able to muster up a lie with a heartbeat.

She made a mental note to thank him later.

"I think I just realized that I always had feelings for her and I wanted to see if what I was thinking was real, or just– I don't know. Minghao convinced me to go over to her place and just let it all out." He continued, shrugging off the story as if it was the most casual thing that left his lips.

If she wasn't a part of the lie, she would have bought it.

Like Jeonghan, Y/n looked over to Minghao who had nodded in confirmation as he swirled the wine in his hand.

They were great liars.

"Didn't know you had a soft spot, Mingyu." Soonyoung whistled.

"Me neither." Y/n whispered only for the two of them to hear, earning a poke on her side from him – causing a small laugh to escape from her lips.

"Oh my god, they're actually in love." Chan gagged, catching the small interaction that had just unfolded before him.

"You guys should see what I have to put up with at home." Minghao grumbled into his wine glass before taking a long sip.

The teasing? The bickering over which show to watch? The hour long debate over a movies plot? The impromptu karaoke sessions in their living room? Yeah, Minghao did have to put up through a lot.

"I guess the next to walk down the aisle will be Y/n and Mingyu." Jeonghan joked.

"Mingyu? Yeah right." Seungcheol chuckled.

Thankfully the rest of the group had managed to drop the topic and redirected the conversation back to Jeonghan – catching up on all the events that has been happening in his life.

Y/n took the opportunity to excuse herself to the restroom as the energy died down, looking down at her feet as she made her way to the back of the restaurant – she had one too many Mai Tai's and did not want to accidentally trip over air.

"Y/n!"

Turning her head to the voice at the end of the hall, she was once again cornered by Seungcheol – with no place to run.

"Can we talk?" He stopped within a foot of her, his voice much softer than the snarky voice he had been using every time he would make a snide comment earlier in the day. "Please?"

Y/n stared at him, unable to come up with an excuse to avoid him.

"Five minutes." She swallowed.

Seungcheol nodded, motioning him to follow her through the doors that lead to the beach – wanting to converse in a much quieter atmosphere.

Once they were at an enough distance from the restaurant, away from the eyeline of the others, Seungcheol came to a stop turning to the girl.

"You guys may be fooling everyone but you're not fooling me." He spoke slowly.

They were caught.

"Did you just bring me out here to pick a fight?" She hugged her arms around her, feeling the cool breeze hit her bare arms.

"Y/n, drop the act. Do you really think that I'd believe you're dating, of all the people in the world, Mingyu? You guys are best friends, yeah I get that- but please, I know you guys don't love each other–"

"Not like how you and Sunhee love each other right?" Y/n snapped back.

Seungcheol licked his lips, shaking his head.

If he wasn't letting up, neither was she.

"You guys have always been at each other's throat, you really think I believe that one day you guys just decided to stop?"

"He knows me better than anyone, Cheol. He knows what makes me happy, what makes me tick. He has wiped every tear that you have caused. He picked me up whenever you left me stranded. He has always been there, more importantly when you weren't."

She wasn't lying.

Behind all the small fights and teasing, the two had always leaned in each other for emotional support.

Just as Mingyu had done for her, she has also always been the one person he called when he was having a tough time – remembering the time that she brought food over to his dorm for a week straight because he had refused to eat after his first girlfriend had broken up with him.

They had their moments, but at the end of the day, she genuinely did love Mingyu.

They have been together through all the season of their lives and she couldn't imagine going through any heartbreak or failed job interviews without having him by her side.

They were each other's person.

"So yeah, sue me if I realized I may have been in love with my best friend too." Y/n continued. "Mingyu has always been there and it's nice being taken care of someone who actually knows me."

"I know you." He defended. "Your favorite color is green, you hate that you're in the medical field because but you chose to go through with it because you didn't want to disappoint your parents, you hate the sound of utensils rubbing together. I know you, Y/n."

"Those are shallow facts." Y/n countered. "Minghao knows those things about me too."

"I know that you had never once thought of Mingyu the way you thought of me." He continued, taking a step closer to her. "What you and I had– have, that's never going to measure up to what you think you're trying to pull off with Mingyu."

"So what? Is this your way of saying you chose me all along?"

"There's no need to choose, y/n." He raised his voice, growing frustrated with her question. "I care about you, and you should know that!"

"How? Huh? You have some crazy way of showing you care." She exhasperated.

"Just because I don't show it the way your little golden boy shows it, doesn't mean I don't care. It doesn't mean I don't want you."

"So do it then, pick."

"I'm not picking." He shook his head. "Just please, just drop the act and–"

"Is everything alright out here?" Mingyu's voice boomed from the steps of the restaurant, jogging over to where they stood.

"Yeah, we just finished talking." Seungcheol brushed past Mingyu, his shoulder hitting him as he bounded back to the well lit building – a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped them.

She could hear her ears begin to ring as she let out deep breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

"You okay?" Mingyu asked in genuine concern, scanning her face to see if there were any tears that fell from her eyes. He noticed that she was gone for far too long, instantly putting two and two together once he realized Seungcheol was missing from the table. Mingyu had quickly excused himself from the group, not wanting whatever Seungcheol had in mind to ruin not only y/n's night but everyone elses.

Y/n nodded, taking a step closer to him – silently asking for his arms to wrap around her. Both for consolation and to shield from the wind.

"I don't want to go back in there."

"Then we won't." He replied, resting his chin on her head.

"He knows we're just pretending." Her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice in pure defeat.

"Should we take some acting classes?"

Looking up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but let a small laugh escape her lips. "Should we call it off?"

"I mean, everyone else already bought it." He shrugged. "Why don't we just pretend until the end of the trip. We wouldn't want a break up and a wedding all in one trip."

"Jeonghan would kill us for stealing the attention from him if we announced a break up." Y/n agreed. "Just, chill out on the fake sexual tension okay? It gives me the creeps."

"Whatever you want, stink."

The two stood in silence, Mingyu patiently waiting for Y/n to calm down from the high emotions. She had always hated confrontations, avoiding it as much as possible.

And when it can't be helped, she needed to take a few minutes as a breather to ground herself back to reality – after she had finally processed what had finally happened.

She tended to allow her emotions take full control whenever she was forced to confront a problem; in this case Seungcheol. It wasn't until moments after when she is able fully grasp what had truly happened.

Almost as if she had an out of body experience, watching the scene unfold from afar.

"Do we fight a lot?" She asked, taking a step back from him.

"Just an enough amount of times, why do you ask?" He chuckled.

"That's why he's not buying it. Because we fight a lot."

Mingyu licked his lips, thinking of all the times that they would openly bicker and argue in front of their group. It wasn't in any intentions to hurt each other, it was all out of pure fun. It was just who they were.

"I mean, what if I tease you because I like you." He reasoned.

"What are we, teenagers?"

He shrugged. "Don't let him get in your head. If he doesn't buy it then he doesn't. Let's just enjoy the trip."

She nodded. "One more."

"What?"

"What's my favorite color?"

"What?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Answer it."

"Well, for clothes; black and white. For little trinkets, green. For other things, pink. For men, red." He listed, a smug smile appearing on his face when he said red.

Laughing, she gave him a playful shove. "Let's go."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Shit." Mingyu quickly sat up in his bed, looking over to the other side of the room where she was buried deep under the covers on her own bed. "Y/n wake up!"

"Mm..." She grumbled, pulling a pillow over her head.

"We woke up late, everyone's headed up to the North Shore already." Mingyu scrambled around the room, gathering all his belongings needed for the one hour trip up to the northern point of the island.

"Fuck!" Y/n shot up, grabbing her phone to check the time.

7:42 am.

They had all agreed on leaving the hotel by 6am, a few of the boys wanting to catch the morning surf before the waves died down. They had been so tired from the day before and had forgotten to set an alarm before bed.

The group chat had been actively making jokes just an hour ago about how the two most likely have forgotten because they were far too busy doing..... other things the night before, deciding to head up without them.

"I'll text them that we're leaving soon." Y/n typed away as Mingyu slipped into the bathroom to change and wash up.

She was sitting on the bed waiting for her turn when a knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. She wasn't a morning person and it took her some time to finally wake her body up.

To her surprise, Seungcheol was behind the door. "I woke up late too." He grumbled.

"Morning." Mingyu nodded, walking out of the bathroom "Stink, bathroom's all yours."

"I'll wait for you guys in the lobby." He turned his heel.

Just what she needed. An hour ride with Mingyu and Seungcheol.

Fun.

The were in the car in no time, neither one of them uttering a single word to another as Mingyu cruised along highway.

There wasn't much to talk about, and she was more than happy to take in the views of the lush greenery that surrounded them – pulling her film camera out every once and a while to capture the beauty.

"Can we listen to more calmer music, the bass on this thing is making me car sick." Y/n groaned, reaching over to grab Mingyu's phone out of the cupholder – unlocking the device with ease.

He had been using the same passcode for nearly ten years and had yet to change it. Claiming that he'd just forget it.

"Here." Seungcheol's hand stretched out from the backseat, his palm opened with a single candy resting. "It's ginger candy. Helps with motion sickness. Figured you– we would need it."

Y/n hesitantly grabbed it from his hand. "Thanks."

Popping the hard candy in to her mouth, she went back to scrolling through Mingyu's endless playlists – unable to find the right one to match the current mood.

A particular one had caught her eye, letting out a laugh. "Is this– oh my god." She flashed the screen to him, earning a laugh from him as well. "Why do you have my getting ready playlist saved?"

"It has good songs!" He defended. "I listen to it when I work out."

This sent her into more fits of laughter, clutching her stomach as she imagined him bench pressing while the City Girls blared loudly through his headphones. "You're so dumb."

"Maneater keeps my reps on pace."

"Stop– oh my god stop my stomach hurts. Don't talk." She wiped the moisture from her eyes, using another free hand to hit his shoulder.

"If you're not going to pick a playlist, can I have the AUX?" Seungcheol wasn't entertained.

In fact, he didn't find a single part of the interaction funny.

Y/n sat back up, clearing her throat once she had finally calmed down – passing the wire that was once connected to Mingyu's phone over to him.

Within seconds the voice of her favorite artist played loudly in the car.

Supercut by Lorde.

This was also her playlist.

The one she had shared to him months before.

She knew he was staring at her.

She could feel his eyes.

As the beat began to pick up, she felt Mingyu's hand rest on her knee – his fingers drumming along to the song.

"In your car, the radio up. We keep tryin' to talk about us. I'm someone, you may be my love." He nodded, looking over at her – waiting for her to join in.

He also knew this was her favorite song – the two having their fair share of blaring this loudly in his car back home, singing at the top of their lungs as they sped through the road.

"I'll be your quiet afternoon crush. Be your violent overnight rush. Make you crazy over my touch." A small smile crept on her lips as she followed his movements, swaying their bodies to the side.

Moments like this was when she appreciated how well he was able to pick up on her body language and silent thoughts – easily distracting her from any thoughts that could cause her to feel uneasy.

"I should have stayed back." Seungcheol shook his head as he watched the two make fools of themselves – his fingers hovering over the skip button.

He didn't skip it. He allowed for the queue'd music to play on, opting to look down at his phone as they went on singing every single word of the song.

"I'm hungry." Y/n sighed, as the next song played.

"They're gonna meet us at the Sunrise Shack, can you hold off for a thirty-five more minutes?" Mingyu asked, glancing at the navigation.

"I packed some spam musubi's from last night." Seungcheol offered, digging into his backpack to pull out a small tightly wrapped rice and ham combo.

Shaking her head. "I don't like–"

"Y/n doesn't like cold warm food." Mingyu replied at the same time.

"What he said."

Maybe he really didn't know her.

And maybe, they weren't acting.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n watched from her towel as the boys caught one wave after another, laughing whenever one of them lost their footing – sending them tumbling in to the water.

She was beginning to grow bored of sitting in the same spot, but considering the only other option was to walk around the stores a few miles down with Sunhee and Eunji, Jeonghan's fiance, she decided to stay back. She was in no mood to pretend to be close to the girl.

Not after last night.

In the moment of silence, the girl began to replay her and Seungcheol's conversation in her head.

She couldn't believe she was stupid enough to allow Mingyu to talk her into pretending to date him.

Even stupider to believe it would even work.

He was right. He did know her.

He knew when she was lying.

He knew that she wouldn't have dared considered seeing Mingyu in the same romantic light she had seen him.

But that was as far as it went.

He only knew her the same way the rest of their friends did.

Y/n began to think that maybe, if she would have waited it out longer instead of making him choose – things would have been different.

She would have gotten what she wanted.

"You okay?" Jeonghan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Digging his board down into the sand, he took a seat next to her – looking out into the distance where the rest of the guys were slowly paddling back in.

"Yeah, just thinking." Y/n pulled her lips into a tight smile.

"You made the right choice, you know." He spoke.

"What?" She turned to face him.

"Picking Mingyu." He continued. "He's always had some weird soft spot for you. And I know I don't know much about what you and Seungcheol went through– but– You deserve someone who's willing to drop anything to make sure you're happy. You're Mingyu's Sunhee"

She felt guilty.

Aside from Minghao, Jeonghan was someone who she had grown close to within the group. She found many nights confiding all her secrets to him during their late study sessions at the library.

He was easy to open up to and it broke her heart when he had decided to take a job offer across the country – losing that one person she was able to make a genuine connection with.

She wanted to tell him that it was all a lie, that they were pretending just so she could get a rise out of Seungcheol in hopes that he would realize what he was missing.

But she couldn't.

She was embarrassed.

"Snorkle time!" Mingyu cheered with Seokmin, placing their boards right next Jeonghan's.

"Hi." Mingyu smiled down at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek; just missing her lips by a few centimeters.

Taking both of them by surprise, their eyes wide once he had straightened out – luckily for them, no one had seemed to catch on to this.

"Can we slow down on the itinerary, I'm exhausted." Minghao whined, dragging his board behind him – dropping down on to the sand.

"I second that." Jeonghan sighed, laying down. "I want to nap."

"No none of that." Mingyu shook his head, grabbing either one of their arms to pull them up. "Come on let's go go go go!"

"Please tell your him to shut up." Minghao groaned, plopping back down once Mingyu had let go.

"Bug, chill." She laughed as she watch Minghao curl into a ball – groaning about how his body will be feeling sore until next month.

"Boooooo!" He gave her a thumbs down. "Boooooo!"

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"You almost kissed me earlier."

"My bad." He yawned, keeping his eyes on the road.

After a long day of water activities and going around the shops of the North Shore, they were finally making their way back to the hotel. Y/n couldn't be more glad at the thought of being able to wash the salt water and sand off her skin and laying down on the soft mattress.

She was also grateful that Seungcheol didn't need to ride back with them – hopping into the Jeonghan's rental after they had finished off eating at the local shave ice stand.

"I was shocked too, I was too hyper at the time." Mingyu continued, fiddling with the nobs of the A/C unit when he noticed her shiver from the corner of his eyes. "Better?"

Y/n nodded. "No kissing okay? It's weird."

"You're a bad kisser, huh?" He teased.

"I don't know. Ask Seungcheol."

"Gross." He stuck his tongue out.

"Besides, pretty sure you have rabies."

Playing along with her joke, Mingyu rolling up his sleeve to flash her his bicep. "I got my shots up to date."

"Stupid." She snorted, going back to scrolling on her instagram – liking all the posts her friends have uploaded from today's activities.

Y/n felt warmth bubbling in her heart as she saw each and every carousel containing some sort of group pictures. She had missed this – when their group was complete, with no care in the world.

It brought her back to the time when they were all blissfully unaware of the real world; making the most of their college experience.

Before jobs, feelings, and schedules complicated their lives.

"Wanna hear something funny?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on her screen.

She was looking at Sunhee's post – holding a bowl of shave ice nearly the size of her head with Seungcheol smiling widely in the back.

"Don't I ever?" Mingyu replied sarcastically.

"Jeonghan said I was your Sunhee."

Mingyu remained silent.

"Isn't that hilarious?" She turned her head to face his profile. "You would never put someone through what Seungcheol put me through because of me, right?"

"I'm afraid of commitment but I'm not an asshole, y/n." He glanced at her.

"I'm not Sunhee then... right?"

"I mean, in a way–"

"What do you mean in a way? We're nowhere near like them."

Their dynamic was a stark contrast to Seungcheol and Sunhee's.

Sure, they were very close – knowing each other better than they know themselves. But they knew boundaries.

They knew when to draw the line when it came to friendship, refusing to tread into dangerous waters because that's all they were.

Friends.

Two people, of the opposite gender, can be friends.

"Look, you're my best friend. We have our moments, but yeah- if you being my Sunhee means I'd do anything for you, then maybe?"

"You wouldn't do anything for me."

"Yeah I would." He defended.

"Mingyu, let's be real here." Y/n pressed.

The thing was, she didn't want to be Sunhee. She would never want to be the reason why her best friend's significant other felt insecure – the reason why they would come second best.

She would never wish her position on anyone.

Especially not someone who Mingyu loved.

"I am!" He chuckled. "Maybe I won't cancel on my date last minute for you for a little headache, but if it came down to making sure you're okay, yeah– I'll do anything for you."

He was being serious.

His tone matching his words.

"But I'm not Sunhee." She pressed.

She had her mind set on not wanting to be Sunhee.

She was y/n. She knew Jeonghan was simply making an analogy earlier, but the girl didn't want to be her. Not to Seungcheol, and defenitely not to Mingyu.

"No, you're right. You're y/n. My best friend" He sent her a warm smile, reaching over to give her knee a squeeze. "We're, as you would say, for lifers."

What the girl in the passenger seat didn't know was that she was his Sunhee.

She was the girl that he had fallen in love with.

The girl that he searched for in every other person he tried to date.

If she was his Sunhee then he was her Seungcheol.

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MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #disco elysium #MDZS Disco Elysium AU #So sad I didn't manage to get this comic out on the 15th (pd-mdzs's 8 month anniversary and DE's 4th year anniversary) but I'm here *now* #I have a very extensive and detailed MDZS Disco Elysium AU that I am Not Normal About. #I've seen a few other people point out the potential in a crossover (true) but they make the mistake in having it be set in 51! #A true crossover would take place closer to The Antecentennial Revolution! #Disco Elysium did not go that hard on its cool lore for people to only make surface level crossovers!!! #One day I'll write the fic or post my notes. I don't know who would read it but it tickles *my* brain and that's enough. #No spoilers for DE (here or in comments (please)) but please consider....Magpie Wei Wuxian B*) On his way to be an innocent. #I do think there is a good chance a chunk of the MDZS readership would enjoy DE but...it's also not a game I easily recommend #It's more of an experience you have to marinate over. It's dark in ways that are off putting to some people. #It makes you feel like a very bad person all the time. It gets extremely personal if you allow yourself to be honest in your answers #and it's also the game that saved my life. My life was truly forever changed after playing disco elysium. #If I recommend it to people it's a badge of the trust I have in you to appreciate something dear to me B'*) #If you decide to play: PLEASE go in as blind as possible. You will regret spoiling yourself. #edit: this is based on real disco elysium dialogue. HDB has many canon kinks but this is not one of them