#hold up i only work the dinner shift & her fave place is now lunch ONLY omg she's fine i bet

[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Thin Walls

Summary: These thin walls hide nothing.

Warnings: blood, injuries, mentions of car crashes, drugs, and stabbing, a toxic relationship, language (it’s Jessica fucking Jones, whaddya expect?)

Word Count: ~3500

A/N: Not my fave piece of writing but Jessica is my WIFE and I Love Her.

~*~

Your chest rose and fell heavily while you placed a box on the floor of your new apartment. The smaller boxes had been easier than the big boxes to bring up, obviously, but also because the biggest ones couldn’t fit through the thin elevator doors. Your partner, Drew, was supposed to be here to help you move. You had been together for three months and you needed to move for work. This new apartment had an easy commute to the hospital. Drew had said that it was a waste to move because one day you two would move in together, but that wasn’t an invitation. What were you supposed to do? Wait? It was almost one o’clock. If you weren’t alone, you could have been done at least an hour ago. 

You went back down and removed two more boxes, one that was pretty light and one that you would definitely have made Drew, who was a workout fiend, carry. Thankfully, the boxes could fit into the elevator, the heavy one must have been holding books. A lot of books. You moved the box of books just outside the elevator when you reached your floor and made a quick trip down the black and white tiled hallway to your apartment to drop off the other box. You noticed that your neighbor’s door, the one at the end of the hall, had a glass pane that had the words ‘Alias Investigations.’ You supposed having a private investigator next door would be useful. 

You turned back towards the elevator as the doors opened to reveal a stunning, tall, woman in jeans and a leather jacket. She took a step forward but was stopped by your box that was blocking the way. The dark-haired woman glared at the box and then at you. You blanked for a moment before you realized you had to get your stuff.

“Oh, my God,” you said and rushed forward. “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have left it right in front of the doors.”

“Yeah,” she replied sharply before easily picking up the box and walking out to meet you. “You fucking shouldn’t have.”

“Jesus, I said I was sorry.”

The woman rolled her eyes and handed you the box, the weight making you bend over slightly. How much muscle was she hiding under that jacket? You watched her walk away, her boots sending echoes down the hall. She stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway and unlocked the door with a few more swears. So she was the PI.

You carried the box to your apartment and heard the elevator again. This time, Drew casually walked out. About fucking time. You rolled your eyes and entered without saying anything.

“Hey, babe,” Drew said from behind you. Strong arms wrapped around your body and you visibly tensed. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“What’s wrong?” you repeated, maybe a bit too loud. “You show up two fucking hours late when I’ve already finished bringing up all of my damned boxes! That’s what’s wrong!”

“I was held up by work,” Drew replied in a hard voice.

“It’s fucking Saturday!”

“It was a goddamn emergency!”

“There were no texts or calls to tell me that you were going to be fucking late!”

“Are you gonna be one of those fucking girlfriends who has to know my fucking location at all fucking times?”

“Only when I was about to break my fucking back carrying heavy boxes up the stupid stairs!”

Both of you were full-on shouting now.

“Well, it looks like you got by just fucking—”

Loud banging on the wall cut off Drew.

“BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You recognized the voice of the woman from the hallway. Ms. Private Investigator hit the wall a couple of more times before falling silent. 

You and Drew looked at each other and your partner raised an eyebrow. Apparently, you were supposed to apologize first.

“I’m sorry I got so loud so fast, but you should have called or texted.”

“I couldn’t use my phone while I was working.”

What about when you were on your way here?

“Oh, I’m sorry you had no access to your phone while I hauled a shit ton of boxes to my new apartment.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s alright,” Drew smiled, oblivious to your blatant sarcasm. “Do you want to grab some lunch? I’m starving.”

You’re starving? You’re not the one who was carrying boxes up the stairs. Are you even going to apologize?

“Sure,” you said, keeping your thoughts to yourself. “What do you have in mind?”

~*~

You hummed as you cooked your favorite dinner, the smell wafting through the apartment. You’ve been living in the apartment for about a month now and you loved it. Something you had been very adamant about was customizing the place with your favorite knickknacks as well as some of your own pieces of art. Your prized piece was displayed right by the front door.

The sound of someone trying to open your front door drew your attention away from your cooking. Did Drew forget their key? You quickly rinsed your hands before answering. When you opened the door, you recognized your neighbor from across the hall, a man named Malcolm.

“You’re in my apartment,” he slurred and you noticed the bags under his eyes and the way he jittered against the doorframe. 

“Sorry, Malcolm,” you responded gently. It looked like your neighbor was coming down from a drug-induced high. Probably heroin. “But this is my apartment.” Did you have any equipment inside to help him?

“Wrong apartment, Malcolm,” a new voice said and your PI neighbor appeared next to him. “I’ve got him from here.” She took the man by his arm and pulled him away from your doorway. “Your food smells good, by the way.”

“Oh, uh… Thanks?” you said to her and Malcolm’s retreating backs.

You didn’t know how to accept a compliment (?) from the cold, sarcastic PI you had only seen a couple of times. You definitely didn’t get off on the right foot so the comment about your favorite meal seemed to come straight out of left field.

The elevator opened at the other end of the hallway and Drew stepped out. Their eyes darted from your two neighbors to you standing in your doorway as they walked towards you. You saw Drew’s eyes narrow and you resisted the urge to roll your own. You knew what they were thinking and you went back to the kitchen, leaving the door open for them. Shortly after, you heard the door slam.

“What were they doing here?” Drew asked.

“They weren’t here,” you sighed. “Malcolm just thought this was his apartment so the PI helped him out or something.”

“Malcolm… that’s the druggie, right?”

I wouldn’t say it like that, but… “Yeah.” You checked on your food.

“You’re making that fucking meal again?” Drew groaned. “I thought I told you I don’t eat shit like that.”

You rolled your eyes with your back to your partner. “It’s my favorite meal. You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to. I made it for myself.”

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to eat? I come here, eager for a delicious meal, and instead, I find my girlfriend cooking a shit meal with two other people in her apartment.” They slammed their fist on the table.

You spun around to glare at them. “What the fuck are you talking about? One: you don’t live here so you can’t expect me to cook you a fucking meal every fucking day! Again, I made this for me, not you. Two: they weren’t even in my apartment. Even if they were, it’s not a big fucking deal! They’re my neighbors and they can come over any time they fucking want. It’s not like there was anything going on.”

Someone, probably the PI, hit the wall as a warning. You were getting too loud.

“It’s not like I’m jealous, I’m just worried about you. Listen, you don’t know these people. You don’t want a fucking druggie in your apartment, do you?” Drew raised an eyebrow. “It’s for your own safety. I won’t always be around to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me. Now I have a shift at one in the morning so I need to eat and get some rest.” 

“Fine.” Drew began to leave. “But tomorrow we’ll do what I want.”

That night, your dinner didn’t taste as good as usual.

~*~

Tonight marked the two month anniversary of moving into your new apartment. Unfortunately, you had just gotten home from a long, tiring shift at the hospital. There had been a four-car pile-up and you had been running around the ER for hours. You desperately needed to take a shower but before you could relax, muffled grunts and swears came from next door.

“Are you okay?” you asked and gently tapped the wall in between you and the PI you had learned was called Jessica. Google was your friend.

“Yes. I’m fine,” came the clipped answer. It was followed by a sound you easily recognized as a hiss of pain. You had just spent hours hearing similar sounds.

You sighed and grabbed your first aid kit that carried more equipment than regular kits. Perks of working in a hospital. You made your way to the door at the end of the hall and knocked. God, you could practically hear the eye roll from inside. You knocked again.

“What the fuck do you want?” She opened the door only wide enough for you to see her face and her upper torso.

“I was just checking in on you. You sounded… hurt.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” you replied as you took in her pallid and slightly sweaty skin. “Listen, I’m an ER doctor and I have better equipment than dental floss and,” you sniffed the air, “alcohol.” You held up the kit as proof.

You watched Jessica fight a mental battle, her face barely reflecting the thoughts running through her head. After almost a minute, she succumbed and opened the door wider to let you in. Your eyes quickly found the problem.

“What the shit?” You look wide-eyed at the wound on her lower left abdomen that left a large red stain on Jessica’s white tank top. You had been expecting a cut hand or something, not such a large wound. “What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she sighed and led you into her apartment.

The layout of the place was a lot like yours but instead of a typical living room, she had set up a mini-office. Jessica sat on the hideously orange couch and you followed suit, though you had to move her sparse medical supplies.

“It kinda does matter. I need to know what I’m dealing with,” you pointed out.

“Fine, I was stabbed.” She rolled up her shirt and you bent down to examine the injury in the low light.

“Alright.” You’ve dealt with stabbings before. “From the width of the blade and the angle, I don’t think any organs were hit, but you should check it out tomorrow.”

“Sure,” she responded and both of you knew that she wasn’t.

“It’s clotting well, but you still need some stitches.”

“I heal fast. You don’t need to do this.”

You ignored her and got out antiseptic spray, bandages, and a surgical needle and thread. You quickly found the, surprisingly pink, bathroom to wash your hands. Then you grabbed a clean, white towel and moved to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Jessica asked from the couch.

“I need to wash the wound before I dress it.”

Thankfully, when you returned with a bowl of warm water, Jessica had turned on a nearby lamp that lit the room. You gave her a small smile and she returned it with a slight nod of her head. You kneeled on the ground so that you didn’t have to fold yourself in half bending over to reach the injury.

You gently washed away the blood as both of you sat in silence, the only sounds were from the busy city outside. It was quiet for a minute before Jessica spoke.

“You really don’t need to do this, (Y/N).”

“One, yes I do. I want to help you. Two, how do you know my name, Jessica?”

“Drew says it, yells it, a lot and we’ve got thin walls. How do you know my name?”

“Google,” you smirked. “According to the people on the internet, you’re a pretty good PI. How do you know Drew’s name?”

“You yell it a lot,” it was her turn to smirk. “Being a PI isn’t easy. Sometimes you look into the wrong kinds of people.” She gestured to the stab wound.

“Don’t worry. I’ve definitely seen worse, and weirder, in the ER.”

When you finished cleaning, the water and towel had turned a deep pink. You picked up the spray and gave the usual warning,

“This will sting.”

Jessica sucked in a sharp breath when the cool spray began to sting. You sprayed a couple more times before grabbing the needle and thread. You looked at her, silently asking if she was ready. She nodded once and you began to sew the wound closed.

Now for the bandage. You had Jessica hold one end near the injury and you began to wrap it around her. You unwound the bandage around her torso with one hand and leaned forward to reach around with the other. Each time you repeated the process, you became increasingly aware of the close proximity between you and Jessica. Your eyes met her hazel ones and you didn’t dare to breathe. Your faces were mere inches apart.

“Uh, um,” you stuttered and looked away. “There,” you secured the bandage with tape, “all done.” You quickly moved back. Remember Drew.

“Thanks,” was all Jessica said. She pulled her stained tank top back down.

“Er, you’ll have to keep an eye on that. Change the bandage after twenty-four hours and all that.” You avoided looking at your neighbor by packing up the rest of your supplies.

“I heal fast.” She followed you as you made your way down the short hall to the front door.

“Yeah, you mentioned that.” You finally turned around and looked at Jessica, though your eyes darted around. “If you ever need my help again, well, you know where I live.”

~*~

Another month had passed since the night you patched up Jessica. She hadn’t needed anything from you since then but last week you had been trapped in the elevator with her. She had lifted up her shirt to show you that the wound was practically gone, barely even a scar was left. You had been about to get a closer look at it but you had reached your floor and Drew had been waiting for you.

That had been the last time you’d seen your neighbor due to your busy schedule and whatever it is that Private Investigators do. It was strange. You wanted to avoid her but at the same time, you wanted to see her. Maybe you knew what the feelings meant, maybe you didn’t, but every time you let yourself think about them, Drew was always there.

“I think we should move in together.”

You raised your eyebrows when Drew’s proposition drew your attention away from the movie you were watching. You set your finished mug of tea onto the coffee table and took a moment to think. You two have been together for about half a year so far.

“But I only just moved here,” you said. “I think I still have two boxes that I haven’t even unpacked yet.”

“Aw, c’mon, babe. I’ve got a better place than this shit hole.”

“It’s not that bad.” You picked at the blanket that was draped over your lap. “Plus, this place has an easy commute to the hospital.”

“We’ll have to get rid of some of your shit, though,” Drew continued, ignoring your previous statement. “You have so many fucking paintings, they just get redundant.”

“They’re my paintings. I made them.”

“Then it’s not like you paid for them. Just throw them out.”

“I spent more fucking time working on each of those paintings than I have spent with you,” you spat. “And it was obviously time spent well. At least I got something out of it, unlike this fucking relationship.”

“Why do you always fucking nit-pick my words?” Drew stood up and looked down at you. “You always have to find a goddamn problem, huh?”

“Well, if it isn’t the fucking pot calling the kettle black?” Now you were on your feet as well, the movie was long forgotten in the background.

“What the fuck are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything. I’m already saying it. Loud and fucking clear. You’re the one always critiquing me, what I like, what I don’t like, and every other fucking thing I do. Every time you say I have a problem with you, the problem is always that you have a fucking problem with me!”

“Maybe there’s a fucking reason why you’re so problematic!”

“You know, what?” You were so fucking tired of Drew. “This, you, me, everything is over. Fuck you. Get out of my house.”

“Don’t be such a bitch. It’s one fucking argument.”

“It’s not just one fucking argument you asshole! Get the fuck out!”

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do!”

“Why the fuck are you acting like a toddler who isn’t getting what they want? I’m not going to say this again. Get. The. Fuck. Out!”

“NO!”

Drew grabbed your mug from the table and threw it back down. A small, involuntary scream slipped past your lips as the shards flew everywhere. At the same moment, your front door burst open and Jessica Jones entered.

You watched in shock as Drew turned to Jessica. You grew even more surprised when Jessica easily grabbed your ex by the collar and lifted them into the air. She studied him and narrowed her eyes while Drew was begging her to do no harm. Then she dragged them out of your apartment.

When she returned, you were picking up the shards of your mug. 

“Be careful,” she said and bent down to help you. “We don’t want to have to patch you up now.”

“So you’re one of those powered people?” you asked slowly, unsure of how she was going to react. Based on her rapid healing and super strength, you were probably correct. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it,” you added when she didn’t respond. “We get a powered person in the ER every once in a while. Once I got a guy who was completely unresponsive, but whenever someone touched him they were burned. Had to get out the heavy-duty stuff.” You gently placed the mug pieces on the table. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jessica tentatively reached out and placed her hand on your forearm.

“Yes. I’m great.” You took a breath and a smile spread across your face. “Finally free of Drew. Thank you, by the way.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” She went to remove her hand from your arm but you moved so that you clasped her hand in between your own.

“No, really. Thank you, Jessica. I’m not always the damsel in distress type of girl and you don’t strike me as the hero type, but thank you for saving me.” 

“No problem.”

You were both kneeling next to your couch and you realized you were unconsciously stroking the back of her hand with your thumb. The same feeling you felt the night you patched up Jessica washed over you in that moment. You stared at each other. Should you do it? Drew had just left, but did you care about them anymore?

No, you didn’t.

Taking a chance, you slowly leaned toward Jessica. There was a moment of doubt but then the next thing you knew, she had closed the rest of the distance between you and her soft lips were on yours. You were shocked at first, but then returned the motions with the same ferocity.

Her arms were by your waist so you tangled your hands in her soft, dark hair. There was nothing slow about the kiss. It was a kiss filled with want and desire for each other, things that were hidden for who knows how long.

The feeling of her tongue ghosted across your bottom lip so you obliged and let her in. In return, she did the same. You familiarized yourself with her body, something you wanted to do for a while and something that you wanted to continue doing.

When you finally came up for air, you knew that you must have looked a mess. Swollen lips, flushed skin, and mussed hair. Breathing heavily, you said the only word that came to your mind,

“Damn.”

“Listen, I don’t usually do these things,” Jessica began and you waited for rejection. “But do you want to have coffee or something? You know, like a date?”

“Yeah, I would like that,” you beamed. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

#thin walls #jessica jones #jessica jones x reader #jessica x reader #marvel #marvel netflix #mcu #the defenders

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Fill Me In

Hey guys☺️! Just wanted to say this idea was inspired by the song “Fill Me In” by Craig David, which is one of my faves and I would definitely recommend if you guys want to look it up

Pairing: Colin SheaxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff!💕

Warm, soft lips peppering the back of your neck with gentle kisses, you giggle to yourself as you begin to stir under your covers lazily draped over you and your boyfriend’s bodies. Twisting your body around, you’re met with familiar calming blue eyes that now looked the lightest shade of green from the bit of sunlight peaking through the sheer curtains and hitting his face just right.

“Morning beautiful. Sleep well?,” he lazily smiles with groggy, morning voice still intact making your stomach flutter.

“Mhm,” you nod as he kisses your lips, already leaving you breathless and hoping you can stay like this all day.

“So what’s the plan for today?”

“Honestly, nothing besides getting breakfast and eventually lunch and dinner.”

“Oh good, which means we have all the time we want for this.” Leaning down to your neck, you feel lips making their way from your collarbone back up to your jaw leaving more sweet kisses and destined hickeys. Giggling even more from the sensation on your most ticklish spot, your hands make their way to the back of his neck and run through his short, dark brown hair while he holds you close making it impossible to escape.

Loudly vibrating the wood of the nightstand, your phone interrupts your giggle fit, however Colin could care less as he continued his antics.

“Babe cmon let me get the phone really quick.”

With a light huff, he groans into your neck taking a break from his love bites to let you lean over to your waiting phone.

“Hey mom.”

“Hey sweetie! From the sound of your voice I can tell you’re still in bed,” she chuckles.

“Yea I had a late night getting some things done for work.”

“As well as other things,” Colin quietly adds making you smack his chest.

“That’s my girl! Get that work done sweetie,” your dad shouts, smile being felt over the phone and making you laugh.

“Thanks dad, I’m trying.”

“Well hopefully you’ve gotten enough rest because we’re 15 minutes away.”

“Oh from Boston?”

“No, from the apartment!” Quickly sitting up and accidentally scaring Colin, you feel your heart race and stomach grow queasy. “We wanted to surprise you since we haven’t seen you in a while and I even brought all your favorites to cook for you.”

“Aww thanks mom, you guys really didn’t have to do that though.”

“We know but we wanted to, now go ahead and get dressed we’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“Bye,” you reply quickly hanging up your phone and clumsily leaping from the bed with the grey comforter wrapped around your body leaving your boyfriend confused as he sits up covering himself with the thin sheet left.

“So I’m guessing we’re not staying in bed all day?”

“No. My parents decided to pay me a surprise visit and will be here any minute so I have to get ready,” you answer rummaging through your closet like a tornado through a small town trying to pick something out.

“Oh ok, where are we going? I know this great place downtown that they’ll love,” he smiles picking his clothes from the floor and beginning to put them back on. Pausing as you finish securing your ankle length, slit skirt to your hips, that queasy feeling comes back in full force along with guilt from what you were about to say.

“Um actually they’re coming here since my mom’s gonna cook, but uh they’re expecting only the three of us to be there...,” you explain still facing the closet not wanting to see his reaction. Shaking his head, the bed squeaks from him sitting down looking at the carpet beneath his feet.

“You still haven’t told them about us.”

“Babe I’m sorry-,”

“We’ve been together almost a year Y/N. I’m starting to wonder if it’s really you being afraid to tell them or not wanting to because you’re ashamed.”

“What? No of course not!” Walking over to the bed, you crawl across the mattress to wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss his cheek from behind.

“I want to tell them it’s just I know how they get; especially my dad. That’s why I haven’t even mentioned me quitting my job.”

“Y/N you’re a grown adult, I get not wanting to potentially upset or disappoint them but you also have to live your life.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll stop being afraid...one day...eventually,” you reply making him chuckle. “Now I say this with all the love in my heart, but put on your clothes so you can get out please?”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs before turning to peck your lips.

Following you down the wooden stairs of your loft apartment, he gives you one last kiss goodbye before opening your front door only to come face to face with your parents equally as surprised.

“Hey sweetie! Who is this?,” your mom smiles holding a couple bags of groceries.

“This is um-,”

“Colin. Colin Shea, nice to meet you Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Ohh this is Colin! Y/N’s mentioned hanging out with you a couple times, it’s nice to meet you as well. And please call me Diane.”

“Funny he’s never been mentioned to me,” your dad, Simon, speaks seemingly analyzing Colin.

“Yes he has, remember a while back she was going to listen to a band and she said her friend Colin would be there?”

“Oh right uh nice to meet you,” Simon half smiles making his way between the two of you to place a kiss on your forehead before setting the bags down in the kitchen.

“If you don’t have any plans Colin, you’re more than welcome to stay for dinner.”

“Yea um about that-,”

“I’d love to!,” he smiles taking the bags from her as she walks in. “I can help out with cooking too if you want.”

“You’re so sweet, but that’s ok. Y/N and I have it, you just relax with Simon.”

“That’s Mr. Y/L/N,” he adds removing the various ingredients from the plastic bags.

Watching as your mom joins your father to start getting things prepared, you hold onto Colin’s arm halting him from the step he was about to take.

“What are you doing?,” you ask in a hushed tone not to be heard by your parents.

“Umm staying for dinner?”

“Colin I’m serious let me tell them when I’m ready. Do not try to ‘accidentally’ have it slip.”

“I know and I promise I won’t say anything. I’ll continue this night as your very close friend who has seen the oddly shaped birthmark at the top of your left buttcheek.”

“Colin!”

“Calm down you have nothing to worry about,” he winks moving to join your parents in the kitchen.

“This is definitely not how I imagined today going,” you thought as you took a deep breath and plastered the best smile you could muster on your face as if on the inside you weren’t screaming to the top of you lungs.

———

“And that was the day I learned that cats really don’t like water and officially became a dog person,” Colin finishes making you and your parents laugh. Taking a bite of the remaining dinner on your plate you were pleasantly surprised, and grateful, at how smoothly everything was going.

While you and your mom cooked, the men talked football on the couch and eventually sounded as if they had known each other longer than a couple hours from their back and forth of which team was better.

Colin being a Boston boy of course siding with the Patriots, while your dad adamantly argued the Falcons like the stan he is.

From football the conversation moved to other topics making you smile to yourself after every glance their way.

Seeing them get along so well, even over dinner, you were just hoping this was a good sign for things to come. Heck, you were so giddy you felt like telling your parents everything right then and there feeling as if nothing could damper the mood.

“So were you guys gonna tell us you’re seeing each other this trip or during the holidays when you also say you’ve eloped and I’m gonna be a grandpa?,” your dad asks sitting back in his chair with arms folded over his chest.

Andddd spoke too soon.

“W-What are you talking about? We’re just friends dad,” you nervously laugh looking at Colin doing the same as he drinks the water from his glass.

“So explain why you’re wearing his necklace then? And before you object, I know in fact it’s his because when he was showing me stats during our football debate I saw the picture on the screen was him and I’m guessing his friends and that same pendant was around his neck. So either you’re that close of friends that you having matching necklaces or something else is going on.”

Still drinking from his glass to avoid having to talk, you slightly shift in your seat unable to find any words to say.

“Or if that’s not enough for you, when we got up to come eat I could smell your perfume on his shirt,” he calmly explains leaning forward to take a bite of his mixed vegetables. “So tell us again how you’re ‘just friends’.”

“Dad I can explain-,”

“I don’t know who I’m more mad at, you my own daughter hiding stuff or you not being man enough to come tell me to my face, or even call, to say you’re seeing my daughter,” he replies directing his attention to a slightly offended Colin.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s me you should be the most upset at. Colin wanted to meet and talk to you guys but I told him no.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re overbearing and judgmental,” you blurt out before your brain could think of a nicer way to try to phrase it. Hand over his chest, he lightly gasps at your allegation while your mom avoids his eyes.

“I am not! But if I was it’s because I’m looking out for you.”

“And I appreciate that, but I’m a grown woman. At some point you’ve got to let me live my life and with the decisions I make whether you think they’re good or not.”

Sighing as his arms fold on the table, he looks over at your mom shaking his head while she busies herself folding the napkin in front of her.

“So you’re just gonna let our daughter talk to me like that?”

“You already know I’ve been telling you about easing up but nooo. Just like you’re daughter, you’re too stubborn.”

“Now that you mention it, she is really stubborn,” Colin adds.

“If you think she’s bad now you should’ve seen her as a child. Lord the tantrums,” your mom laughs along with Colin as if the prior events had never happened and they were still in the middle of a pleasant conversation.

“Okay I’m pretty sure we were talking about dad and not me.”

“Alright I may be a bit stubborn, but that still doesn’t make it right you sneaking around.”

“Simon please, you act like we never did the same thing,” she retorts making your dads eyes quickly fart in her direction trying to silence here while Colin wildly laughed as he leans his head back.

“I gotta have dinner with you guys more often.”

“You’re whole freshman year you’d beg me to come visit and send me bus tickets fully knowing my parents did not want me to be in your dorm.”

All eyes on him, your father sighs running a hand over his face looking defeated and embarrassed.

“Okay you caught me, I did the same things since I too wanted to live my life and do what I wanted. It’s actually funny because I remember telling myself whenever I had kids I’d never be like my parents, all trying to figure out your business and constantly breathing down your neck. But when I first held you and wanted to keep you untouched and protected, I realized that’s all our parents wanted from us too and slipped down that path,” he chuckles to himself shaking his head.

“I never wanted you to feel like you couldn’t come talk to me with any and everything on your mind and I’m sorry I have for all these years. It’s gonna take some time, but I promise to do better bun.” Giggle breaking through your hard expression at the use of your childhood nickname, you lean forward grabbing his hand with a small smile.

“I appreciate that dad.”

Softly squeezing your knee under the table, you turn to Colin tilting his head in your parents direction with a reassuring smile. Knowing what he was referring to, you take a breath mentally preparing yourself.

“And as part of me being more open, I think it’s a good time to tell you that I quit my job.” Blankly looking at you, your parents remain quiet as if they might not have caught what you just said.

“Did...did you just say you quit your job? The job that pays for this apartment as well as other things that aren’t free?!,” your dad asks.

“Yes but I have a new one though! I’m a writer for a local magazine here, and yea it’s a bit of a pay cut but I’m still gonna be fine and it’s something I really love.”

“I thought you loved what you did before?”

“It was nice, but it could never replace writing for me.”

“As long as you’re happy and know what you’re doing, then we support you a hundred percent. Right hunny?,” your mom smiles looking towards your father and nudging his arm.

“Right...if you’re happy, we’re happy.”

“Plus with the more flexible schedule, I’ll have more time to spend home with the baby.”

“BABY?!?!!,” your parents both shout while Colin chokes beside you.

“Baby?! When did that happen?!,” he asks looking at you with red tinted ears and heightened breathing visible through his shirt.

“Oh I’m sure you know when it happened!,” Simon glares in his direction quickly rising from his chair and making Colin hide behind you.

“GUYS! Guys relax I’m kidding! I’m not pregnant it was just a joke! I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

“Too soon bun,” your dad replies clutching his chest as your mom and Colin both breathe a sigh of relief while you laugh.

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[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt.3)

Hi friends~~ I hope you guys all had a good relaxing weekend! I am back with more Jihoon & baby times. :D

BIPOC time: if you guys can, please check out this linktree by antiracismdaily on IG. It has links to donate for Jacob Blake, who was unarmed and shot by police in the back and is now paralyzed from the waist down, and the Milwaukee Freedom Fund. As well as a link to demand justice for Jacob.

w.c. 2.3k (domestic fluff, this is one of my faves)

pt. 1; pt. 2

Over the next few weeks, every time someone drops a coffee off at his desk, Jihoon can’t help but think about the woman standing behind the counter who made it. She’s helped him out more than once on a hard day with Eunha, and he hasn’t even properly thanked her for either incident. He’s taken Eunha to the café after work a few times, when he doesn’t know what to make his daughter for dinner. She hasn’t been there, but the employees are always happy to see him.

“You should really feed her better,” Seungkwan says. He brought Eunha soup when Jihoon said he’d forgotten to pack either of them a lunch.

“I know,” Jihoon sighs, still focused on finishing up one of the last few songs for the album. “All I’ve been able to really think about is all our deadlines.”

“I told you that if you wanted, we could go to a cooking class so you could learn quick recipes.”

“And I said that would be a bad idea.”

“Eunha doesn’t have to come,” Seungkwan reminds him. He looks over at Jihoon. “Besides, you can’t keep her hidden forever. The staff at the café know you have a child. How long until that gets out?”

“If they haven’t said anything already, considering how often I go, I’m guessing I have some time,” Jihoon says.

“We’re out of here earlier tonight. Soonyoung hyung said that we should rest a bit,” Seungkwan scoffs. Eunha grabs his wrist to remember to feed her. “So maybe you should cook this little on dinner, hmm?”

Eunha giggles.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

But Jihoon does listen to him. The younger man is right; his daughter should eat better. As she is slowly starting to prefer walking to being carried, she has her hand clasped around his finger. It takes a little longer to make it to the store near the studio, but they get there with only one near fall.

Jihoon stands at the front of the produce section, already overwhelmed.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Jihoon turns at the voice. He recognizes her immediately. “Hey. It’s late.”

She nods. “One of my girls was having issues with her boyfriend, so there was no one to watch her kid until her mom got back from a doctor’s appointment.” She waves it off. “Gotta cook myself dinner.”

Jihoon hums. “They want us to rest for once,” he chuckles. “So I thought that I would cook the little one dinner.”

She crouches down and holds a hand out for a high five. “Hello.”

“I guess I’ve never introduced you. This is Eunha.”

She glances up at Jihoon. “She looks like you.” Her eyes fall to Eunha who still has a hand pressed to hers. She wraps Eunha’s tiny hand in hers. “Are you excited for daddy to cook you dinner?”

Eunha pulls a face. Jihoon’s learned that his daughter understands much more than she can speak, so she answers with facial expressions. Most of which she’s learned from Seokmin and Soonyoung.

“Oh,” she laughs. She straightens. “I guess you’re not much of a cook.”

“Never really had to learn until now,” Jihoon admits.

She looks around and shrugs. “How healthy are we trying to go? Or are you just going quick and easy?”

“Quick and easy,” Jihoon answers. “And if you can write down all the instructions, that would be great.”

“I could show you if you’d like.”

Jihoon tilts his head.

“You and Eunha can come to my place for dinner and I’ll show you how to make it. It’s always easier than words on paper. Then you’ll also know what it should look like.” 

He can’t say no to an offer like that. He also doesn’t want to tell this woman no.

Jihoon trails after her as she begins to fill her basket with produce.

“That seems like a lot of stuff.”

“Most of it is for me,” she laughs. “The recipe I’m thinking of, I have most of the ingredients at home.”

“Oh. Do you want to meet at the front then?”

She looks over at him with a tomato in her hand. “Do you have other things you need to grab?”

“Well, no. I just don’t want you to feel pressured or annoyed that we’re around.”

She laughs. “If I thought that, Woozi-ssi, I wouldn’t have invited you over.”

“Woo-zi,” Eunha repeats.

“Call me Jihoon.” Jihoon taps Eunha’s head. “And you call me Dad.”

She smiles at the exchange and introduces herself in kind. They wander through the store. She picks up snacks, and asks Jihoon what sort of snacks he likes. “I know you’re coming for dinner, but everyone likes to snack while they cook.”

Jihoon asks about her work and how she got into it. In turn, she asks about Eunha and her personality. As Eunha is currently Jihoon’s favourite topic of conversation, he doesn’t mind sharing.

By the time they’re in the check out line, Jihoon feels comfortable. Eunha appears to be as well, because without hesitation, she grabbed this stranger’s hand when Jihoon offered to carry the grocery basket. With a reuseable bag each, she leads Jihoon in the opposite direction of his apartment.

“I heard you’ve been coming in more often.”

Jihoon hums. “When I don’t have time to cook her dinner, ironically enough, I’ll head into the café.”

“And here I thought you’d never step foot into my establishment. The members said you’re a hermit.”

“I don’t usually go anywhere, because…” He nods his head towards Eunha, who is walking between them. Her hands are clasped around each of theirs. “Not great for the idol image if I suddenly have a child and no mother.”

“You never mention her mother.”

Jihoon hesitates. This is further in the conversation than he wanted to go.

“We don’t have to talk about her. I’m pleased you come in and like my food.”

“The dinosaur sandwiches are a nice touch,” Jihoon admits, relieved that she can read the situation well. Every situation well. Each time Jihoon has felt uncomfortable, she’s changed the topic of conversation.

“It must be hard to have to take her everywhere.”

“The job allows it and the members are great with her. I honestly couldn’t ask for a better set up.”

She gives Eunha’s hand a light tug towards an apartment and they walk up the steps. She drops Eunha’s hand and fumbles for a key in her bag to let them in. They take the elevator up to the third floor, and almost immediately, Jihoon is hit with a whiff of… dog.

“Sorry,” she mutters when Eunha claps a hand over her nose. “One of the neighbours has four dogs and doesn’t bathe them often enough. When it rains, it really makes the smell permeate.”

Jihoon scoops Eunha up with one arm, so they can hurry down the hallway. As soon as they step foot into her apartment, the smell shifts to something lighter. It smells like clean laundry in her home and Eunha sighs in relief. Jihoon sets her down and his daughter slips out of her shoes. She stands at his side, eyes peering curiously into the darkened living room.

“Come here, Eunha,” she beckons. She leads them into the living room, flicking on the light. She disappears into one of the bedrooms and reemerges with a basket of toys. She sets it down on the floor and Eunha is all over them. There is a colouring book that the little one gravitates towards and Jihoon notices the desk with art supplies on it when she grabs a cup of crayons. She sets it down on the rug and Eunha lies stomach down and quickly begins colouring a page.

Jihoon squats down next to his daughter and runs a hand over her hair. “Do you want water?”

“No,” she says.

“Okay, we’ll be in the kitchen.” Jihoon kisses the top of her head before heading to the kitchen. “The toys?”

“My little brother,” she chuckles as they unload the groceries. “It doesn’t make sense to bring all his toys here every time, so I have a box of them.” She shrugs. “I try to get us out of the house, so he can use up his energy. But on rainy days, we make do.”

Jihoon pulls products out so she can put them away. Once everything appears to be put away, she pulls ingredients out and Jihoon can already guess what they’re making. “We’re making kimchi and bacon mac and cheese.”

She grins at him. “I told you it was easy.”

“Is it bad that I don’t know how to make it?”

“And that’s why you’re here.”

Cooking is easy and Eunha does stumble in a few times looking for something to eat. Jihoon hands her a few snacks, but tries to pay as much attention as he can while she explains how to make the mac and cheese. It seems so straightforward, but when they sit down to eat—Eunha sat on five cushions—Jihoon is surprised at how good it tastes. Eunha happily eats with a hand and a fork.

She chuckles as she stands and returns with a bib. She ties it gently around Eunha’s neck. “There you go, kiddo. Go crazy.”

Eunha stares down at the dinosaurs on the bib and smiles wider.

“I can’t help all the mess on her face,” she apologizes.

Jihoon shakes his head. “You’ve done more than enough.”

“Do you let her eat sweets?”

Jihoon’s eyes widen, but when he looks to Eunha, she’s so focused on dinner that she doesn’t hear anything.

“Judging from your reaction, I’m going to assume you try not to,” she laughs. “Hyper?”

“Intensely so.”

“Do you let her eat the sweets alone?”

“Usually. I mean, I don’t eat when she eats.”

She nods her head thoughtfully as she pops some food in her mouth.

“Should I be?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s my own idea of parenting.” She rests her cheek in her hand. “And I’m not a parent.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“You’re doing just fine, Jihoon.” She gives him a light kick under the table. “Look at her. She’s gorgeous and healthy. Aren’t you, kiddo?”

Apparently, Eunha only listens if she’s talking, because her large doe eyes turn to her as soon as she hears the nickname. Just her looking makes Eunha smile widely.

“So, don’t stress much.”

Jihoon scoffs at the praise. “Back to the topic of feeding.”

She snorts. “Right.” She brushes some of Eunha’s hair out of her face, but it continues to fall into the girl’s mouth. She stands and pulls the pieces around Eunha’s face up into a little ponytail and ties with the elastic around her wrist. “There we go.”

She sits back down and gives Jihoon her full attention. If she can see the fondness in his eyes, she doesn’t acknowledge it. “Right. Feeding. You should eat with her. It will make her want to eat, you get to eat, and why would eating together ever be a bad thing?”

“Because then I also have to feed her.”

She looks from him to Eunha, who hasn’t needed any assistance except to get her hair out of her face.

“I think she can manage feeding herself.”

Jihoon hums. “I guess you’re right.” Maybe he hasn’t realized how big his little one has gotten.

She chews a mouthful. “When my little brother comes over, he makes the biggest mess. My parents hate it, but…” she shrugs, “throw everything in the wash, wipe it down with a towel, and everything is the same. He gets to learn how to do things on his own and I don’t have to coddle him all the time.”

“And you feed him dessert?”

She finishes the last of her mac and cheese. “I usually give him fruit. Ice cream if I have it.”

Eunha says nothing, but looks to her expectantly.

“But I don’t have it today,” she apologizes. “Do you like fruits, kiddo?”

“Strawberry,” Eunha says.

Jihoon lifts an eyebrow. That’s news to him.

“Hmm,” she hums.  She peers into her fridge and says, “Well, I don’t have strawberries, but…” She brings out a peach and crouches down next to Eunha so they’re eye level. Then she holds the peach in her palm. “How about this?”

Eunha tips her head.

“Peach,” she states.

Eunha sounds out the word. “Pee-each.”

Grinning, she nudges it into Eunha’s hands. “I’ll let your dad cut it for you, hmm?”

Eunha holds the fruit between her hands, her thumbs running over the fuzz. Then she holds it out to Jihoon when he has a knife.

“You keep your peaches in the fridge?”

“Only for when my little brother is going to eat it. For whatever reason, he prefers it cold.”

“You’re saying she cooked you dinner?” Seungcheol asks down the line.

Jihoon hikes Eunha up higher. She’d fallen asleep after dinner and Jihoon didn’t want to keep her any longer. “Yeah. Well mostly Eunha, but we ate it too.”

“And she just… invited you to her house.”

“Yeah. Is it weird?”

“Jihoon. The woman is interested in you.”

“Well…” Jihoon can’t exactly argue that. With a daughter, he’s suddenly become very adept at reading people. He can tell when a woman is interested in him. Maybe it’s because he has to think about Eunha too now. “Yeah, I know.”

“Well, my next question is going to be are you interested in her?”

“Eunha loves her.”

“I’m asking about you.”

“I don’t know,” Jihoon admits. “I think I like the help.”

“What if you just ask her out on a date?”

“And do what with my daughter?”

Seungcheol snorts. “Obviously we can watch your daughter.”

Jihoon pauses. As great as Seungcheol and Jeonghan are with Eunha, Jihoon feels significantly better asking Seungkwan to watch her. And he says as much.

“Well, bring her to their dorm then,” Seungcheol snorts. “All I’m saying is that asking the woman on one date isn’t going to make you burst into flames.”

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[lavendersmiles]

Unwind

SasuSaku Month 2018

Day 17: Body Talk

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Author’s Note: AU fic largely inspired by Code Blue. It’s a Japanese medical drama with only a drop of romance that I absolutely love and one of my faves that I do not own~ and I couldn’t help but notice some similarities with my AiShira ship and SasuSaku.

Doing a writing marathon because I’m still very much behind bruuuhhh

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Sasuke sighed and ran his fingers through his spiky raven hair. It was a rough day at Konoha Hospital’s Emergency Lifesaving department – all of them were on their toes, adrenaline pumping through their veins. Murao Hiro, a twenty year old patient with third degree burns, Yamamoto Eri, a geriatric patient who suffered cardiac arrest, and a damage control surgery to a middle-aged Ikeuchi Kaoru who suffered a high-fall trauma kept his mind and body working throughout the day. But he didn’t hate it. He thrived on the daily rush in Lifesaving, something that was not that common when he spent the last few years in Neurosurgery.

Initially, he didn’t plan on coming back to the department where he started at in the hospital. Yamato-sensei, Lifesaving’s chief, begged him to in front of everyone since there was a lack of manpower but to no avail. But after a large-scale disaster at the highway, where his expertise was needed on site, he was having second thoughts. He will never admit it out loud, but a large part of his reason why he returned was because of the humble pleading with a hint of desperation from the staff leader and her words that hit him hard when they were alone at the helipad.

Those jade eyes seem to always affect him in more ways than one.

He breathed in the cool afternoon air, finally letting himself relax. The railings near the helipad were his haven. Rarely anyone came here unless necessary, and thus it became a place for him to just unwind and stay away from the hustle and bustle of the hospital for a while.

Though to be more accurate, it was their place to unwind.

Footsteps were heard coming towards him, and the presence was all too familiar he didn’t even need to turn his head to look to know who it was. After all, he spent almost every single day of the last nine years of his life around her. That, and the warmth she radiates, is something unique to her alone.

A hand holding a can of cold coffee appeared at his line of sight. His eyes went from the said limb to the face of its owner, a gentle smile decorating it.

“Arigatou,” he replied in a low voice as he accepted her offered drink. Apple-green eyes held a tiredness that matched his own, but there was a glint of happiness on them.

After all, their team managed to save all the patients today.

“Good job today, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura beamed as both of them opened their cans of coffee. They drank in silence for a minute, letting the caffeine’s effects sink in, providing a boost of energy for them.

“Your shift already ended right, Sakura?” Sasuke inquired, liking how the cool breeze touches his face. Beside him, the pinkette nodded.

“Yeah, but I still need to file some records. Plus, Yamato-sensei wanted a report on the fellows’ development. Tsunade-sama wanted it by her desk in two days.”

He smirked. “Did they pass your criteria?”

“They’ve greatly improved. And more passionate now, those three.” A proud smile formed on her face. “It won’t be long until they can finally stand on their own two feet.”

A tranquil silence filled them. The raven haired Neurosurgeon closed his eyes, making his body relax. He opened them when he heard a soft humming coming from her.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? How the human body recovers from different kinds of injury,” Sakura started. “As emergency doctors, we get to have a front-row seat on the miracles that happen.” A sigh escaped her as she continued, “But not everyone responds in the same way. There was a patient with the same case as Ikeuchi-san before, but sadly he didn’t make it.”

He nodded in understanding. “It comes down to their will to live now. Ikeuchi-san had a family waiting for her, and I guess she didn’t want to leave them just yet.”

She took another sip of coffee. “I’m so glad she’s stable now. Ah, tomorrow Yamamoto-san will transfer to Cardiology’s care. We were told that Ishikawa-sensei is actually her granddaughter. Murao-san is still under observation, and I’ve given the task to monitor him constantly to the fellows.”

Sasuke couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. “They’ll be okay. As you said, they’ve greatly improved.”

“You did a great job in encouraging the fellows again.” She turned her head and smiled at him. “The way you do things simply take my breath away.”

He stared straight ahead, hoping she couldn’t see the tips of his ears turning red.

“I’m really glad you’re back, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura continued.

“Aa.”

Their eyes met again. It became a common occurrence in the past years, Sasuke noticed. But when he really thought about it, it was their habit since they first came as newbie fellows in the hospital. With a look, they could understand each other without words, which made their teamwork effortless. Even from before, Sakura was the one he felt in tune with. Her intelligence matched his, and she was the one he always chooses to consult his cases with. She is his precious comrade, one he knew that is rare to find in their world.

Suddenly a low rumbling sound came from the staff leader. She clutched her stomach as her face then became as pink as her hair, causing the man to smirk. But before he could tease her about it though, a similiar sound came from him, and he wanted to hide his own blush as well. Sakura couldn’t help but laugh at their bodies’ call for food.

Sasuke stood up, taking both their empty cans of coffee and throwing it at the trash bin near them. “Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria.”

“Late lunch or early dinner?” she teased, to which he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Both.”

The sun began to leave its throne in the sky, the blues and violets of twilight illuminating the joined hands of the two doctors making their way back inside the hospital they call their second home.

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