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#there is a difference between not liking one so minding your business and trashing them or invalidating everything they went through
deadghosy · 1 month
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HAZBIN HOTEL X CAELUS! READER
prompt: you were found digging in their trash and they took you in
(I got covid😭 so me posting xreader will be kinda slow)
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You were digging for some food ever since you fell from heaven because you kept fighting people over trash…I mean damn reader…
You fell with a blank look as you had a rotten banana in your mouth as you looked down to see pentagram city…so what did you do? You pulled out your fire sword and slash the ground to soften your fall which worked. You changed it to a bat for protection as you found a dumpster!
CHA-CHING✨ MORE TRASHHHH
You dig in the dumpster not hearing a person whistling. The person dropped the garbage bag shocked to see a….? Whatever you are digging in the dumpster. Your face was completely dirty as you lift it up to show you found a cool old watch.
Charlie didn’t know what to do. Are you homeless? Is what she thought as she takes you out the garbage as you blankly stare at her “•_•” “uhm sweetie are you okay?” “……” “not much of a talker huh…” you just stayed quiet as Charlie introduced herself and shook your hand bringing you to the hotel so you can have a place to stay.
I feel like you were a new angel and only stayed for like 1 month…(free trial ass shit…) and so when you didn’t act holy and proper. That’s why you mostly got kicked out
Vaggie will know you are an angel because of your angelic look and golden eyes as you just stand there minding your business. You tell her you fell because you fought over your treasure….your trash practically. So Vaggie tells you what happened to her and you hugged her making her feel safe about herself a bit.
You two have matching bracelets you made from an exercise Charlie did.
Okay I headcannon that Lucifer is already in the hotel living with his daughter. And he felt your presence and he would be like. “Fuck are you doing here”🤨 “I fought for my life.”
Vox one time put you on air with him because of your golden shining eyes….i think he was flirting with you as you ate some gift cookies he made for you…
Velvette tried to make you a model, but you kept wandering off somehow. Literally she got tired of you but never of your face as she at least posted you wearing some nice 2000 makeup
Carmilla had a gut feeling about you being an angel. She wanted to kill you but then you gave her a ring you found in a dumpster because you said she reminded you of your earth mother/parent. Yeah she wanted to adopt you
You help sir Pentious, or who you call penny for his project builds. You dig in dumpster’s, trash bins, and garbage dumps
Angel dust and you sometimes just be on your phones all the time which is obnoxious. But hey, I don’t make the rules. Being on your phone makes it seem like you don’t want to be talked to which is true.
Lucifer made you a duck as he notciced how lonely you are….(you don’t give a fuck, you only need trash as your friends) so Lucifer made you 20 ducks that are based on your favorite things or like idk just ducks
The egg boiz follow you around as you literally calling you the, “TRASH BOSS!” Not in a bad way more like in admiration as you give them stuff from the garbage.
Your golden eyes shining in the night scaring husk as he didn’t even see you in his hind sight. Like he is a cat, but he didn’t even see you?!
You and alastor’s both eat weird things, like he is a cannibal….and for you..either trash or just normal weird food combos
Alastor would definitely try to get you to eat cannibal meat, but to be honest you can tell the difference between human and regular meat. You always know.
Niffty is the kind of person who would give you a trash flower crown, kinda like how she made a crown for Alastor ✨🦆
I headcannon your angelic/demon form to be a raccoon 💀
You send dumbass memes in the hazbin hotel gc…
You are quite the feral person tbh, but who didn’t know when you literally fought people for your damn trash.
You definitely had bit Valentino once as Angel dust brought you to a club and you were digging in trash to find something cool. But Valentino found you adorable in the face and wanted to make you a sex worker. And what did you do when he tried to hurt Angel?
YOU BIT HIS FUCKIN HAND ALMOST OFF AS ANGEL WAS TRYING TO PULL YOU OFF😭
Yeah..you definitely had blood dripping from your mouth when Angel dragged you out of the club
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queers-gambit · 3 months
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Fine Line
prompt: ( requested ) going after the same silver briefcase, you and Tangerine exchange more than a few blows. pun intended.
pairing: Tangerine x female!assassin!reader
fandom masterlist: Bullet Train
word count: 5.2k+
note: got a little outside my comfort zone with this one, so, hopefully it's not 1000% trash but you've been warned now.
warnings: codename "Peach", basically the request with a FEW tweaks here and there, so, some spoilers, cursing, (shitty) slutty smut [spitting, squirting, mean!Tan, PIV, male receiving oral, degrading behavior, talk of tops and bottoms], Tan is a switch i do not care, is this enemies to lovers? yes. depiction of canon-typical physical violence, blood, injury.
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There was a fine line between love and hate.
You love your family, but God Almighty, did you hate their behavior in most public settings. You love homemade cake, but hate the entire baking process, especially the dishes. You love getting your nails done and feeling pampered, but hate sitting still in one place for that amount of time.
And you love getting fucked, but hate dealing with people.
The whole meeting someone, getting to know them, getting to a place of comfort to bring them home. It was a hassle, it was annoying to you; akin to an inconvenience and disruption. You didn't mind Tinder, actually - thinking of it as "Dick on Demand", never really needing the awkward stages of acquaintanceship. You didn't like going out places "to meet people", too busy with your work to truly put forth effort. Plus, your job didn't exactly allow for romantic entanglements to become knots; you had to keep loose and available.
This is what made your job ideal: it was remote, kept you busy, on the move, without the weight of baggage attached to people. Plus, it didn't give time nor room for anyone to become attached to you - something that always made you impossibly uncomfortable. A job such as this made life impossibly lonely, but you operated better this way - without anyone needing you, worrying about you, keeping tabs, being in your business. You liked being on your own, it was just easier. It made sense. There was logic behind it.
Didn't mean you were 100% alone, however. You had "coworkers"... Sorta. You had employers, though you were unsure where exactly they were stationed. You, yourself, resided mostly in London, but operated globally, wherever you were needed - or more like wherever you were sent to. These "coworkers" of yours had similar jobs, and while you hated putting a label on basically anything, in laymen's terms, you were a contract killer. Those you interacted with, typically, were other contract killers - but usually working different jobs.
Rarely were multiples from the same organization sent on the same job, yet it still happened.
On the off chance, you encountered a few individuals that were employed by other organizations; making them rivals instead of coworkers.
You were unsure which this all was yet...
You had been contracted by an invisible, anonymous employer to retrieve a silver briefcase with a train sticker on the handle, your handler encouraging you to get off the bullet train the moment it was in your possession. But there was a problem: you weren't the only one working this case, if the Ladybug twat and Twins was any indication.
When you located the case, you were instantly engaged by the blonde man with thick, black framed glasses; honestly getting the shit kicked out of you.
Currently, you were in possession of the case, but that was sure to change since it had already switched hands multiple times that chaotic night. You had come to a skidding halt, panting heavily, bent over on your knees in a vacant first class train car after escaping (momentarily) from Ladybug. Spitting blood from your mouth, you dialed your handler with shaking fingers; heaving a deep sniffle.
"You still alive?"
"I'll fuckin' choke you myself, Susan, I swear t'God," you groaned, sliding to the ground in exhaustion; wiping the trail of blood from your nose with a grimace.
Susan chuckled, "What's happening, honey girl?"
"Y-You didn't tell me I wasn't the only one workin' this!"
"Well, I heard rumor the Twins might be on the same case, but you usually beat them to the punch, don't you?"
"Yeah, but not this time," you winced.
"I'm sure Tangerine was happy to see you," you could hear her grin.
"Fuck off."
"He's into you, you know."
"The man snapped my tibia, punctured my kidney, and broke my nose - don't think that constitutes as anything romantic."
"Oh, you're into it," she laughed. "And don't act as if he ever walked away, scot free. If I remember correctly, you've shanked him twice?"
"He deserved it," you coughed. "Listen, fuck Tangerine - "
"I know you want to."
"Susan! Fuckin' listen to me!" You snarled. "They're not alone - there's another guy. For fuck's sake, Susan, I just got my arse kicked by a dude with a manbun!"
"Another guy? With a manbun? They're still in style?"
"Oh, my God - does it even mat - YES, they're always in style. Listen, this guy goes by the name Ladybug. Who do we know that uses codenames like that? What org?"
"Hmm," Susan thought aloud.
"What?" You spat blood from your mouth again, licking at the split lip.
"Could be KBS? They use animal codenames on rotation."
"Fuck all," you groaned. "Well, Mr. Ladybug can throw a fuckin' punch. Think he cracked a rib. But you know what? He's handsome. Almost feel bad for knockin' his lights out."
"Where are you?"
You looked around, "Emotionally? Physically?"
"You know what I mean, Peach. Where's the case?"
"With me," you assured, "uh, and I, uh... I'm not 100% where I am, I missed a couple stops fightin' these dumbfucks. Might be four stops from Kyoto? Five?"
"Get off before the end of the line," Susan warned. "At this point, I don't care if you have the case or not."
"Wait... Susan, what's that mean?"
She paused and sighed deeply, "All right, fine, time to get serious. Some intel came in, Peach... And the White Death bought out the train until the end of the line. I actually care about your safety and this just screams danger, so, get off before Kyoto, Peach, my girl. Hear me?"
"I hear you, mamas," you agreed. "I'll get off next... Stop... Oh, you've got t'be joking! Fuck me!"
"Gladly," Tangerine smirked and jokingly reached for his belt with perked brows, standing in the automatic doorway; looking beat to hell, similar to you.
You glared at him and offered your middle finger, his hands dropping as he surveyed the train car.
"Peach?"
"I'll call you back, Susan," you deflected into the phone, quickly hanging up and deflating. "Jesus fuck, look, I'm really not in the mood, Tan. Can we just make this quick? The fuck you want?"
"Do I look like I'm here t'play fuckin' games, Peach?" Tangerine asked, stalking slowly towards where you were slumped in the aisle, mid-train car, while dripping in his own blood.
"Still look like a clown t'me," you quipped. "I'll ask again: the fuck you want, Tangerine?"
"Gonna need that case, sweet peach."
You scoffed. "Seriously? You're after it, too?"
"'Fraid so."
"How many of us are on assignment? For this one fuckin' case?" You snipped, kicking the case a little.
"You look like you've seen the Ladybug fucker, haven't yah, doll?"
"He with you?"
"Fuck no."
"Where's Lemon, then?"
"Few back," He gestured back over his shoulder, pausing when you got to your feet. "C'mon, love, don't do this," He warned, mustache curling as his lip did. There was a deranged look in his eye, something stirring in your gut; seeing the shine of tears never shed, the anger, a high-strung energy filling the space around you.
"I just want off this train, Tan," you begged quietly. "Look, call it whatever you want, but something else is goin' on here - shit ain't right. Be honest, how much more difficult has tonight been? Why have we all been sent after the same briefcase? When it's supposed to just be a fucking grab job?"
Tangerine cocked his head, "Nah, no, we're on delivery."
"What?"
"Yeah, supposed t'deliver this kid and the case t'his father in Kyoto," his brows knit together.
You scolded, "You dumb fuckin' idiot!"
"I beg your pardon, sweetheart?" He leered, stepping another step closer; knotting your stomach.
"You workin' for the White Death?"
"How'd you - "
"Susan got intel, said he bought out the train, Tan. Fuck's really goin' on?"
Tangerine's jaw flexed, sighing through his nose, "Guess cat's out the bag now, innit? Yeah," he sighed, shrugging a bit, "we're doin' this job for him."
"Which means he's gonna kill us at the end of the line - why else ensure there's no other witnesses?" There was a long pause, both staring into each other's eyes without shifting attention. You shrugged and whispered, "You know, we could just jump off the bloody train. Grab Lem, get off the train before Kyoto, just fuckin' go."
"Who gets the case?"
"Where's the kid you've gotta deliver?"
"Dead - murdered, actually."
"Then you're already fucked and your job's done," you shrugged, "so, I keep the case and we all three keep our lives."
Tan sighed through his nose, offering, "You drive a temptin' bargain, love. Always enjoy our li'l run-ins," his hand extended to rest on your waist, freezing time. "But I can't walk away without that case. Lemon's down, he's been drugged, so, trust me, I'm all for just jumpin' ship, but I need the case, darlin'."
"So do I, I have somewhere else to deliver it."
"Then we have ourselves a Mexican Standoff, then, yeah?"
"No, that'd require a third."
"Kinky, but I prefer t'keep things between us, wouldn't you?" He purred against your lips, not quite kissing you as his hand tightened over bruised skin.
"Tan, don't do this," you breathed in the space between you.
"For whatever it's worth, I do usually feel bad after kickin' your arse - though, I'd much rather prefer t'kiss it."
"We can arrange that later," you smiled prettily, surging forward to kiss him fully. It was sweaty, cruel, bloody, and rough - everything you knew Tangerine to be. Yet right when he seemed entranced enough, both his hands caging your hips to his, you bit his lip in time to bring your knee up into his groin.
It sparked your fight, both exchanging blows without hesitation. You could feel your adrenaline propelling you, but it was quickly dwindling as Tangerine seemed renewed and invigorated by your fight. You, however, fought dirty; you had to - you had no other choice. He was physically bigger, stronger, but you were faster, and dare you say it, smarter. You didn't need integrity when defending yourself, easily using Tan's strength against him to add to the collect of bruises, cuts, and blood smears. But he still managed to manhandle you, sending you careening into empty seats and giving you whiplash.
You managed to swing on his back, preventing him from reaching his gun; legs coiling around his arms and flexing your abs to yank backwards. You grunted when you hit an empty bench, his head bouncing between your breasts; holding him hostage for a brief moment before you felt his hands grip your thighs in an innocently provocative way.
The moan from your lungs was unintentional, Tan flipping you both so you were on your stomach; him hovering over your back with a grunt. But there was a familiar feeling pressed into your bottom, head lifting slightly to struggle under Tangerine's grip; his reaction being exactly what you wanted as he pressed further into you.
"Just - fucking stay still!" He barked, trying to pin your hands behind you.
"Oh, you'd like that, huh?" You snapped, still struggling. "Some submissive li'l bitch?"
"Oh, darlin', I love me a top," he growled in your ear, grinding his swelling cock further into your ample arse cheeks, "but only good girls are so lucky. But don't worry," he chuckled, "I usually have cuffs on me for the bad girls, hey?"
"Fuck off, Tan, get off," you grunted, wriggling; grinding your hips up into him to try and dislodge him. He breathed deeper, and your mind played tricks on you because you swore you felt him grind back.
"I quite like this position, though, love."
"Thought you liked a top?"
"Doesn't mean I can't enjoy my own moments, huh? And you seem like you're far too used t'gettin' your way."
"So, which is it, then? You wanna fuck me or get fucked by me?"
"That an earnest question?"
You paused, "If it means I get the case, fuck yeah."
"That's not what it means, doll, but if what Susan says is true..." He nuzzled your neck briefly, lips ghosting your ear, mustache tickling your skin as he finished, "Might not get another chance."
You know he loosened his grip to let your arms snap back under you; groaning in relief. After panting for a moment, you lifted your head again, feeling his cheek brush yours and pausing to relish in the oddly intimate position. "We can always get the fuck off this train? Find a hotel in a nearby city?" You offered. "Can get me all night if you play your cards right."
"Know I can't, sweet peach," he whispered.
"Then why waste more time?" You mused, hissing when his mouth instantly fell to your neck in an open kiss that scraped his teeth into your soft flesh. "Hey - no! No ti-ime," your word hitched when he licked the sensitive skin in-sync with a roll of his hips, thrusting his hardening cock into the crease of your cheeks; making your spine shudder when his teeth scraped again.
"We got a li'l time," he promised. "Enough for a taste? You as sweet as your name, baby? Huh?"
"Tan, oh, my God," you breathed in disbelief when he reared back and manhandled you so he could unlatch the buckle of your belt and start shucking the material from your hips. "What if someone - "
"Shut up," he snapped, freeing your thighs. "Got me too fuckin' worked up t'worry 'bout someone walkin' in, yeah? Both know what's waitin' for us, don't we?"
"The White Death," you felt him yank your pants to your ankles and then shove your shoes off, pants following to the floor. "Fuck's sake!" You yelped when he roughly fingered your slit over your newly exposed panties, hearing his belt buckle jingle.
"Oi, no - "
"Fuck off," you snapped when you turned over suddenly, forcing him to pull back and glare, "I wanna watch - might as well give me a show, right? Since you're 'bouta get us all killed?"
He scoffed, "You're gettin' off the train, darlin', you're not meetin' the White Death tonight."
"Damn straight," you hooked your panties with your thumbs, lifting your hips, yanking the garment down as Tangerine continued to unlatch his belt, peel down his zipper, then pull both his boxers and trousers down in one motion.
"This isn't gonna be soft and sweet, love," he warned, standing over you on the train seat; pumping his cock to full mast while never lifting his eyes from you. "I've wanted you longer than I'll ever admit, I've got some ideas."
Your eyes rolled and fingers skated down your dampening cunt, "You're on a time schedule, maybe shut the fuck up and just fuck me already?"
He scoffed, lowering himself over you and making you gulp in anticipation; hands gravitating to his blackened waist. "You sure got a fuckin' mouth on you, don't'cha? That's all right, doll, I got somethin' for yah." His hand rose to pop a few buttons on your blouse, exposing your bra, asking, "You got a safe word?"
"Tangerine."
"Hmm? What?"
"No, that's my safe word."
"You fuckin' shithead," he hissed over your mouth, lips parting in a silent gasp when his hot cock dropped over your cunt in a tantalizing tease. "Be serious for once, yeah?"
You shrugged, "How's about 'pineapple', or is that one of your buddies names?"
"Pineapple it is," he grumbled, descending to your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath and made your nails curl into his flesh. But a whimper emitted when he pulled back suddenly, standing over you, and moving towards your head. "Open," he demanded, holding his cockhead at your lips. "Don't give me shit about time, you need t'learn. Open your mouth."
You obediently opened your lips and Tan wasted no time in thrusting himself into your mouth; not too deep, not too rough, but enough to make you inhale sharply and readjust your position. Your one hand pumped what couldn't fit in your mouth, the other holding his thigh for balance; choking from the awkward position, but it made Tan smirk.
"That's it, see? Not so hard," he mocked. "Just gotta keep your mouth busy." You whimpered, cradling his balls; giving a playful squeeze that made him moan lightly. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he reached for your cheek and jaw, gently moving his hips - making you pause yourself to let him move. "Oh, fuck, that's - fuck," he seethed, "just let me do whatever I want t'you, won't you? Take a li'l more, good, good, just breathe," he guided, mouth opening in shock when he watched more of himself disappear in your mouth. "Oh, Jesus - you're such a dirty fuckin' girl, look at yah - so eager, willing," he nearly choked when he hit the back of your throat. "Shit - baby, don't," he paused to grunt, hunching over slightly and holding himself up on the back cushion of the train's seating. "Don't hurt yourself," he whimpered, your jaw opening just a fraction more, throat constricting when his cockhead slid against your uvula.
"Oh, my God," he praised, testing the waters and trying to thrust - but your gagging and choking made him pull back. "Okay, okay, too much, sorry, love. Oh, shit," he gasped when you didn't let him pull out all the way, still sucking him as if you were getting paid for it. "Yeah? 'S like that? Oh, you Godsend angel. Gonna be good fa' me? Huh? Keep quiet?" He asked gruffly, making you swallow around him; earning a hiss. "You're fuckin' dangerous, aren't you?" He scoffed, "Too bad I won't get t'take my time, innit? Fuck."
You hummed as he retracted his hips fully. His eyes caught yours as he spread your saliva around his swollen member, hearing you mumble, "Can still get off with me."
He sighed, "Isn't that easy, doll," as he lowered himself back onto the bench over you. "There's more at stake - "
"I know," you nodded, guiding his forehead to yours as you pet his cheeks; the cut he earned smearing against your skin. "Just an offer, ain't it? Just thought if yah did come, could actually have yah in my mouth - like I want." You both paused, you telling him in a whisper, "Can choke me with your cock - hmm?"
He groaned, nuzzling your nose once before kissing you swiftly, deeply. His tongue swept against yours, tasting himself briefly; rubbing his warm cock into your inner thigh as he swallowed your moans of budding pleasure. So caught up in the way he made you feel, you squeaked when his hand suddenly rose and clasped around your throat, eyes popping open as your own hands dropped to his waist in shock.
"Choke me with your dick, Tan," you reminded.
"This works, though, still shuts you up."
"You're so fuckin' bold for this," you accused, gasping when his hand tightened.
"Then maybe shut the fuck up, girl, Goddamn," he seethed, biting your bottom lip, reopening the split, tightening his hand another degree. "You're gonna be a good fuckin' girl, aren't you? Huh? Think you can manage that? Know you got a problem with authority, doll, but you're gonna do as you're told, aren't yah?"
You glared but didn't answer.
"Yeah, that's real good," he mused when you had no words. "Now open your fuckin' mouth again."
When you did, he dribbled a line of spit onto your tongue, squeezing his hand around your throat and jaw when he wanted you to swallow. His smirk was something sinister and devious, peaking down to then paw your blouse the rest of the way open and tug your bra down until your breasts were exposed.
"Fuckin' knew you had great tits," he grit while gripping, twisting, tweaking your breast meat and nipple; not letting go of your throat to ensure your silence. "Not good for much else, huh? Are you?" He sneered, "Only sent on a grab job, weren't you? But look at you now, so fuckin' ready for me, so needy, excited, all distracted, desperate for my cock - aren't you? Answer me right fuckin' now," he growled.
"Yes," you croaked, gyrating your hips up into his; feeling his bare cock drag over your cunt and salivating.
"Good," he spoke to himself, shoving your hips back down as one hand rose to hold his cheek to keep yourself grounded. He chuckled to himself, "Just pathetic, innit? The way you crave me? Dumb fuckin' girl, can't even focus on a simple mission, can she? Huh? Can you?"
"No," you whimpered, "need more. Please, please."
"Shut up, I got you," he rolled his eyes, "but you don't really deserve it, do you?"
"I do, I swear - "
"Told you to shut the fuck up, though, yeah? Can't even do a simple task, got your head all stupid, do I? 'S good t'know, if we survive this."
You glared, seeing his grin widen before he was descending onto you again. You licked through the seam of his lips, being granted access; exploring the other's mouth in feverish motions that made your head spin and cunt contract. He still toyed with your tit, then abandoning the ministration to scale down your bodies to where you needed him most while your hand slid into his hair to grip his bloody scalp. You were so close to begging, yet you'd never give a man the satisfaction... Yet if Tangerine requested you to beg, beg you shall.
"That's my girl," he praised when he pet swiftly up your slit; gathering your slick in a single motion to spread around your clit. "Yeah, there's my girl, look at yah," he laughed over your mouth, "already so fuckin' dumb and I ain't even touch yah yet."
You whined a little, his hand readjusting his grip.
"Oh, fuckin' fine, you greedy bitch," he rolled his eyes, sinking a single digit into your heat; earning a high-pitched moan of relief. Tangerine laughed again, "Yeah? So desperate that just me fuckin' finger gets you like that?"
You tapped his wrist when he held a little too tight, him instantly loosening his grip around your throat. He rewarded you with a few pumps of his finger before adding a second, grinning when you had enough airflow to moan loud and clear.
"You make such pretty noises," he praised, "stupid, but pretty noises. Lemme hear you - that's all I wanna hear, not your fuckin' words, princess. Huh? Can you do that for me?"
You nodded, ready to cry from the anticipation he built in your body. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you let yourself clench around his digits, moaning when he massaged that spongy good spot of your inner walls.
"Wait - Tan - wait, wait," you begged and released his waist to reach for his wrist while he grinned.
"Aht," he let go of your neck to lay across your hips to keep hold, "stay there, be a good girl. Lemme see you - c'mon, love, get there for me," he pumped harder, faster, a small sweat coating your skin. The sounds were obscure and messy, sloppy and frantic, wet and pornographic; his breathing deep and huffy while yours was high-pitched. "So fuckin' pretty like this, under me like this. There's a good girl, yeah, chase that feelin', 's all right, don't run from me."
"Tan-Tangerine, shit, please," you babbled, unsure of yourself. "I-I don't - I don't - oh, fuck!"
"Let it happen," he encouraged, leering over you; only briefly aware of his cock leaking precum on your thigh. "Let that feeling take you, there's a good girl, you're right there - good fuckin' girl," Tan broke his mean streak to praise you briefly, feeling the familiar flutter. "Open, hey, hey, eyes on me, princess," he waited until your half-lidded eyes met his, watching him nod, "open your mouth." You were so blissed out, you didn't think, just doing so and accepting more of his spit. He grinned at you when your eyes rolled back, encouraging, "Go for it, pretty girl, fuckin' soak me, don't hold back - c'mon, wanna fuckin' feel you, need t'fuckin' feel you cum - ohh-hoo, yes, yes, yes," he chanted when you squealed, squirmed, and released a stream of squirt that splattered over you both.
But that wasn't all.
Tangerine was mesmerized, never relenting his efforts and before you had time to recover, he was forcing another wave of cum from your core. His thick body held yours in place, desperately squirming to try and get away from the overwhelming feeling; but he had you and wouldn't let go. "One more, one more, one more," Tan panted, hovering over you as his bulging bicep kept hammering into you without relent. He kissed you messily, "One more, baby, c'mon, I know you got it in you."
"I can't," you sobbed, trying to squirm away under him.
"You can, doll, you're right there, I fuckin' feel you - such a good girl, c'mon," he encouraged, offering a few messy kisses to your lips while you wantonly moaned without control. "One more, just for me, c'mon, baby, you can do it - just fa' me - there she is, yes, oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes," he laughed when you, for a third time, came in his hand and over his crotch.
"FUCK!" You yelped when he used the messy slick of your orgasm to line himself up and plunge directly into you. "Oh, shit - just - a minute, baby, hang on - fuck," you panted, holding his hips tightly with your legs spread. Slowly, you let them fall around his own as you relaxed.
"Got you, baby, 'M right here, take yah time," he whispered, flattening his tongue up your neck as he adjusted himself between your legs.
Half a minute later, you gave him permission to move - and it was the beginning of the end. You were sensitive, tight, gripping Tangerine to a new degree he hadn't felt before; his head spinning and mind short circuiting. You were nearly constrictive, webs of your stickiness coating him as he moved stiffly for the first few thrusts. As you loosened up under him, he gained momentum; your hands directing his face back to yours as you clung desperately to his hulking form.
He kissed you like it was the last thing he'd do (and maybe it was), holding your hips so he could drill into you easier; lifting one hand to pet your throat before gripping it, like before. The other then drifted to hike your leg up his hip, the new angle making him shudder lightly. "I'm there, love," he grunted, looking concentrated and borderline in pain, "right fuckin' there - ah shit, you feel so fuckin' good."
"Yes, yes, don't stop, Tan, please," you moaned, locating your clit to apply pressure and rub in harsh little circles.
"Ah, my greedy girl," he chuckled, "three wasn't enough?"
"Wanna cum with you," you whimpered, gasping into his mouth as you were overly sensitive and careened off your cliff. Your orgasm triggered Tangerine's, who plunged completely into you and held still while his balls contracted; mouths left gaping open against the other. In complete bliss, you shared a laugh of disbelief with sweaty foreheads pressed together - both forgetting reality for a bit.
At the moment Tan opened him mouth to confess something to you, Lemon decided to stumble in through the automatic door, yelling, "Bruv! Oi! Where you at!?"
"GET OUT!" Tangerine roared, barely visible over the top of the benches.
"The fuck you doin', mate?"
You latched your legs around Tan, keeping his cock planted snuggly inside you; rocking upward to hold onto his neck and spy his brother over the back of the seating. "Hi, Lem!" You chirped.
"Peach? Oh, fuck me!" He laughed. "Or - fuck you, ammirite?"
"Give us a minute, honey, would you, please?"
"Only a minute?" He laughed again. "'Cause that's all you need, right, Tan?"
"Fuck off, Lemon," Tangerine snapped. "We got the case, we're gettin' the fuck off at the next stop - just - fuck off a minute."
Lemon shrugged, "You make the plans, mate."
"Be out inna bit, love, thank you," you smiled prettily at Lemon, who finally nodded, held his hands up in defense and backed out of the train car. "Well," you mused when Tangerine leaned back into the seat but kept a firm grip on your hips, "that was only mildly embarrassing."
"He's seen me in worse positions," Tan shrugged, blinking when he realized how that sounded, exactly. "Not like that - no, just, I mean, as my bruva, you know, he's seen - you know what?" He sighed. "Don't fuckin' matter."
"So," you smirked, grinding your hips over his public hair, "you're taking my advice? Gettin' off the train?"
"I knew you were greedy, but this naughty, too?" He groaned, slapping his hands to your hips and guiding your motions. "Just filled you, love, and you want more?"
"That an issue?" You smirked, feeling him swell in you again.
"Not a bit," he smirked.
"Answer me," you demanded. "You seriously gettin' off?"
"Why the fuck not? The kid's dead and whatever's in the case should cover however pissed off this makes the bosses, right? Though..." He trailed off when one of your hands reached around to give a gentle tug on his balls.
"Keep goin'," you whispered with a growing smirk, hips swirling.
"Though," he cleared his throat, "don't think we've ever not finished a job before."
"This is different," you promised.
He gulped harshly, encouraging your motions; stretching up to squeeze both breasts and making you falter slightly into him. "All three of us are gonna get off, yeah?" He whispered, bringing you in closer as your hips began to rise and fall with steady tempo. "Got somewhere fa us t'go?"
"I'll get it arranged," you promised swiftly, arms coiling around his neck to hold yourself in position as you increased your speed. "But we're giving my employer the case."
"Fine with me," he nodded, "just wanna stay alive at this point." You chuckled with him, raising up to keep riding him; his eyes glancing over your shoulder and stiffening. "Uh, love? H-Hang on, hang on," his arms encased you suddenly, making you stop all ministrations.
"W-What's wrong? You okay?"
"Where's the fucking case?"
Your waist twisted to snap your torso around, peering over at the empty benches you had once sat in front of. Your blood was left behind... But the silver briefcase with a train sticker on the handle was missing.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
Six train cars up, Ladybug shuddered and told Maria, "Christ, they were at it like rabbits. And, hey, like, is it cool to be mean during sex now? 'Cause he was kinda mean, but she seemed into it, so... That's cool, I guess?"
"Some people like that," Maria eased.
"Do you?"
"You don't want that answer. Do you have the case?"
"For now," he sighed. "How much you wanna bet they haven't noticed, yet? Bet they're still goin' at it..."
"You sound jealous."
"They're both very attractive people... Hm, you know, maybe I am a little jealous."
"Of which one?"
"Not entirely sure yet."
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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year
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Hellllo, I saw this post from you about the 141 with a reader with past sa, and I wanted to ask if you could do one where reader mentions something that happened to them, without realizing it was sa (pls with König, I just love him). I hope this is ok for you to write
Ooh that’s a good one! I love writing for him honestly!
tw: mentions of sexual assault, mild description but nothing graphic, trauma, comfort
König loves your voice. He especially loves all your stories of your life before him, all the highs and the lows, the victories and the pitfalls, and everything else in between. His favorite part of getting together with you, is learning about you. He just loves you so damn much.
So when you’re lying in bed with the TV playing and you’re curled up against him, head on his chest, gently tracing the skin of his pecs under your fingers, he’s in heaven. He’s indulging your guilty pleasure of watching trash TV, he could never understand these dating shows but he gets a laugh out of seeing you get so worked up about them and maybe he gets a little invested too.
“Ugh poor girl.” You sighed watching the couples argue, “I feel for her, my ex was the same way.”
“How do you mean?” He’s running his fingers over your arm, drawing figures absentmindedly,
“He was just kind of manipulative and gas-lighty, always got what he wanted.” You shrugged, “Like, he’d initiate things and I wouldn’t be interested or I’d be too tired and he’d still keep trying and we’d wind up doing it. Like I said always got his way.” You seemed nonchalant about what you said, so much so that it took him a second to process what you said.
And then König’s blood went cold and his feather touches slowed to a halt,
“Schatz…” he breathed, his heart starting to race, he wasn’t sure how to handle this new information. Were you aware and just putting on a brave face? Or…
“Don’t sweat it, Köni, for all his aggressive persuasion he was a shitty lover.” You chuckled, confused as to why he stopped stroking your skin, yet as the words came out of your mouth paired with his reaction, you started to wonder if you messed up.
“Liebling, is that true?” His voice was even as he continued rubbing your arm, he moved to sit up and brought you with him,
“It’s fine, sweetheart. I’m over that asshole anyway.”
“Have you talked to anyone about it?” He turned to face you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face
“About what, my ex?”
“About his ‘persuasiveness’.” His tone hardened as the word came out of his mouth, he’s not big on sugar coating, but this is delicate and should be handled carefully,
“Not really? I mean, I’ve mentioned it to a friend before but that’s about it.”
He watched you carefully, eyes tracking every centimeter of your face, watching, waiting for a reaction, waiting for a response.
“Why do you ask?”
He stayed silent, still watching you. Waiting for you to piece things together, waiting to catch you should you realize what you just said. He watched gears turning in your head but still you struggled, is it worth bringing this up and helping you realize it? Would it do more harm than good to protect you from the truth? He wondered if a part of you realized but you’re protecting yourself from the truth so it’s forcing your mind to stop from connecting the dots. Is he even equipped to deal with the fallout after you piece it together? Would it be worse to encourage you to speak to a professional?
“I’m just worried, liebling, what you’ve described isn’t exactly a good thing.” He hated picking and choosing his words so carefully, it only made his anxiety worse and he worries he wouldn’t be able to help you with how busy his own mind is. But for you, he’d do anything. Whether it’s choosing his words carefully, gently guiding you to a point of realization, or finding your ex and breaking every bone in his body.
“Well, yeah, I know that but…” and then it hit you, he watched your eyes widen as the gears all clicked into place, “it wasn’t like that, König. That’s different.”
“It really isn’t, schatz. I’m so sorry, but it’s not different at all.” His voice is so soft that you wouldn’t have heard him if you were so close. He pulled you in to sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly against his chest. He’s got your head tucked under his chin, one hand pressing your head against him, his fingers running through your hair,
“That’s not what happened.” Your voice was small as your own arms came up to wrap around his back, your body preparing you for the tears you were fighting to shed,
“It’s ok, liebling, I’ve got you. You’ll always be safe here.”
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Disturbing the Peace
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Summary: You're keeping a secret from Ari - one that you'll have to tell him about eventually. Right?
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death, Pet Names, Corporate Intimidation, Anxious Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI.
A/N: Takes place earlier in my Sweet Renegades Series timeline. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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You stare down at the notice in your hands, your mouth suddenly dry as your eyes proceed to scan the words on the page for the third time. You’d found it wedged between your doors only moments ago after closing down your shop for the night. 
Which meant someone had been out there watching – waiting – for the right moment to strike. Without the benefit of an audience. Fucking coward.   
Even still, that fact unnerved you to no end. Especially since the piece of paper you were holding seemed different from the others you’d received over the previous months. They’d been polite and professional, albeit a bit pushy.
But not this one.
This letter was short and to the point. Greystone & Reeves Real Estate Group was done beating around the bush. They were giving you one last chance to meet so that the two of you could finally begin discussing the terms of the sale of your beloved shop, Baubles & Quills. 
The one thing you’d promised your late uncle, Lenny, you’d never do.
But unfortunately for you, that didn’t seem to matter overly much to the pushy group. They were clearly tired of being ignored - a tactic that you’d employed with them from the beginning. 
When you’d first received a letter from them you’d laughed it off before crumbling it up and tossing it in the trash. You’d also done the same with the second. But by the time you’d received the third you’d been hoppin’ mad. So mad that you’d left a less than polite voicemail with their receptionist telling them that their entire company could “suck dirt and die”, because that’s exactly what you would do before you ever thought about signing away the deed to your shop.
After that, things were quiet for a time. So quiet that you forgot all about that stupid Greystone and his dimwitted lackey, Reeves. In fact, the last time you’d heard anything from them had been right after Ari had rolled into town. 
Come to think of it, you’d actually lit that letter on fire while wishing you could do the same to their headquarters – wherever they seemed to be located. Oddly enough, you hadn’t actually been able to dig up much about them online. Just that they seemed to have set up shop in several different counties surrounding Bell’s Creek.
You couldn’t make heads nor tails of why they were so interested in your property or your land. But at the end of the day, their motivations didn’t really matter.
Because you weren’t fucking selling. Not now, not ever. 
Baubles & Quills wasn’t just your place of business, but also your refuge. It was part of the legacy your uncle had left behind as a gift to the little girl who had spent so much of her childhood curled up in the overstuffed armchair in his office with her nose buried in a book. 
Long story short, you’d made a promise to the man who’d loved you like a daughter. And you intended to keep it. 
So, tomorrow you’d call Greystone & Reeves and threaten them with whatever your paralegal buddy, Erica, suggested. You’d been meaning to call her anyway so that you two could catch-up on life, as well as all things related to Mr. Ari “Beast” Levinson.
The sound of your phone ringing suddenly breaks the silence, giving you a mini-heart attack in the process. You can tell by the ringtone that it’s Ari on the other end, which has you answering without hesitation. 
“Uh, hey.” You cough out, shaking your head as you try to clear your mind. “What’s up, Beast?” You do your best to keep your tone light and breezy, not wanting him to pick up on your distress. 
Mostly because you’d never thought to mention any of the threatening letters you’d received over the last several months. Even when Ari had stopped by that one fine day to interrogate you about your relationship with Martin you’d chosen to keep that piece of information close to the vest. 
After all, it wasn’t like your Bounty Hunter could do much about it anyway. Not to mention that you’d had no idea that your relationship would ultimately progress the way it did.
Bottom line: nobody needed to know, least of all your handsome Beast. Wait. Except for Erica. She could know. Because otherwise, how else would she be able to tell you what scary things to say? 
It’s only then when you hear your name on the other line that you realize your thoughts must’ve wandered. “I’m sorry, babe. Can you please repeat that?” You mutter, scrubbing a tired hand over your face. “It’s been a long day and I’m afraid my mind is already worrying about tomorrow’s delivery.”
There was no delivery slated for tomorrow, but a little white lie never hurt anyone. Right?
“S’alright, little Bird. I know you’re tired but – wait. I thought you weren’t expecting any more deliveries for the rest of the month?” The sound of his deep, slightly roughened voice has your pulse quickening as a fresh wave of heat pools in your belly.
“I…” You trail off, your fingers coming to pinch the bridge of your nose. Serves you right for trying to lie to the one man who actually paid attention to 99.9% of the shit that you said on a daily fucking basis. 
“Guess I forgot.” You finish lamely, tucking the phone between your shoulder and your ear so that you can get moving. “I’m about to leave Baubles, though. Am I still picking us up something from Holtman’s Diner or did you change your mind?"
“Holtman’s is fine, baby.” Ari responds after a couple of seconds. “But are you sure you’re okay?”
And there it was. Granted, it didn’t sound like suspicion so much as it did concern…
But still. 
“I’m great, Beast. Pinky promise.”
Gritting your teeth you return your attention to the stupid piece of paper in front of you. But instead of balling it up and tossing it into the garbage, you decide to neatly fold it and tuck it into your purse.
Next you pull out your keys, followed by your handy dandy taser. And just to be safe, you decide to go ahead and swipe the nearby exacto knife sitting on an unopened box containing some random celebrity’s latest memoir. 
“I still think you sound funny, Duchess.”
Fuck, this man – your man – was like a goddamned bloodhound. And once he caught a scent he didn’t give up until he had his prey cornered and ready to spill their guts. 
“Augh!” You hiss as you sling your purse over one shoulder before collecting the rest of your things. “Sweetheart, I just told you I’m tired. That’s literally it. Hold on while I get the alarm.” Biting your lip you type in the passcode needed to arm your system before swiftly unlocking and exiting through the front.      
“I’m all set now. About to jump into my ride and head to Holtman’s.” Of course, you’re quick to interrupt when he attempts to turn the focus back to you. “Tell me about your day, handsome.”
Ari did not need to know that you were hovering just outside of fight or flight mode, which is why you currently had your semi-legal taser at the ready. Plus the knife and the tiny container of pepper spray hooked on your keyring. 
Now that had been a gift from Ari.
Keeping your head on a swivel, you make quick work of locking everything back up before making a mad dash to your vehicle. An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you continue to scan the empty lot, searching for any signs of life.  
“Yeah?” You grunt as you throw yourself into your car before locking yourself in. “Well, maybe I can try working that knot out of your shoulder later.” With shaking hands you push the start button in your car and wait for your call to connect with your bluetooth. Thankfully it doesn’t take long. “And yes, please. You have my explicit permission to repay the favor, you ridiculous man.”
Oh goodness, I can’t breathe. Mary, Jesus, Joseph, help!
Body hunched, you Immediately you peel out of the lot and turn onto a main road. Now that you’re safe, you cast a glance in your rearview mirror, feeling grateful when you don’t see anything – save for a couple of raccoons hoping to get their hands on some garbage. 
“Woo!” You shout, triumphantly punching the roof of your car. “Hell yeah!” You’d officially made it out, which meant that you would hopefully live to fight another day. 
“Huh?” Ari growls into the receiver. 
“Um, I just say two baby blue mini-coopers drive down the road. Must be good luck, ya know?” 
“Right.” He doesn’t sound very convinced.
“And I just remembered that tonight’s special involves their homemade mashed potatoes and meatloaf. Still sound good?“ Without taking your eyes off the road, you drop the taser back into the center console of your car.
“Fine by me then.” Your Bounty Hunter replies, his response sounding just shy of frustrated. But I choose to ignore in favor of simply acting like tonight was okay, even when it wasn’t. “Be safe getting here. And if you change your mind about wanting to talk…”
“Nope.” 
After that you hang up and head to the diner, snagging you both a couple pieces of homemade pie to go with your food. A bit to eat and naked cuddles with your man would make things better. At least for a little bit. 
And quite honestly, you’d take what could get these days. The universe at least owed you that much.
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Waiting Room
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Ellie Williams x fem!reader (wc: 1,156)
Synopsis: Ellie Williams married you, but her heart is occupied with someone else.
Warnings: angst??? arranged marriage trope bc i like to suffer. this is my first time to write a story, please don't mind the incorrect grammars.
pt. II pt. III
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You should be celebrating. 
Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you. Of all people, you really thought you would never get the chance to be with her. After all, everyone used to say that Ellie and Dina were good together, and that they were each other’s soulmate. You can’t really disagree about that. You can see how both of them loved each other, and even if they broke up, you can feel that they cared for each other deeply.
So… why did she marry you?
Ellie and Dina broke up one year ago after a huge fight between them happened. Up until now, no one knows about it. Rumors say that Dina wanted to settle down, far away in Jackson, to start a new life with her and JJ. But Ellie couldn’t leave this town, especially her family, and Joel. Apparently, this caused them to break up eventually. Shortly after the breakup, Dina and JJ went and lived in a small town in Illinois. For months, Ellie tried to remain strong, seemingly fine and unfazed about the breakup with Dina. She went on to continue her life as if nothing really happened. For months, Ellie went on to continue the routine of drowning herself with alcohol, going home with a lot of girls, and throwing them away like trash. That was her life. And you just watched it from far away and you tried to avoid her like a plague. You liked her, but you don’t want to be her sex toy. 
Until Dina came back.
After a year, Dina and JJ moved in with their old house in Jackson when her older sister, Talia, got sick. Since both of their parents died before, no one is there to take care of her. So she came back, and Ellie’s life became worse. 
Her failure of coping healthily about their breakup started to show up when her mood became the worst. Ellie became a ball of rage, bursting into anger even in the smallest little thing. 
“You should take a vacation somewhere else. Breathe fresh air, enjoy other things, just don’t…” Joel tightly shut his eyes, “...don’t turn into a fucking monster, Ellie.”
Ellie lifted her brows before chuckling sarcastically. “So that’s what you think about me now, huh?”
“Everyone does. They’re scared of you. Do you want JJ to also be afraid when he sees you?” Joel’s voice started rising.
Ellie looked at him pointedly. “Don’t bring him into this.”
Joel sighed. “I know you were still a mess, Ellie-”
“I’m not.”
“-But you can’t keep living like this.” He says, eyes softening at her. “Forget Dina and marry someone else.”
Ellie’s brows turned into a straight line. “Are you insane? The fuck?” She coughed out a ridiculous laugh. 
“You should think about it. Y/N’s family is offering up a fortune if you marry their daughter. You knew her, right? Y/N?”
“Yeah… but-”
“Good. We can arrange a family dinner tonight.”
“Are you for real?” 
“It’ll be great. Her dad and I were pretty close and he always brings up that his daughter may have a little crush on you. Apparently, it’s in her grandmother’s will that she will not inherit the money, or have her farms and businesses if she’s single. She needs to be married in order to have those. Her dad offered that you will share a huge amount of money if you married her. Ellie, she’s a pretty young lady. And both of you need each other.”
“Little crush?” Ellie repeated, her ears perking up at those words. 
“Think about it, kid. You’ll like her, she’s a great girl.”
And yes, you are. 
Ellie thought about it for a week. Sure, she heard some great things with you. You're a prissy prim princess and the daughter of one of the richest families in the town. She’s always seen you hanging around the diner sometimes, wearing your dainty skirts and dresses, with bows clipped in your hair. She’s seen you in different spots of Jackson, immersed in your sketchbook, or oftentimes, you’re painting different portraits and landscapes. Ellie was always fascinated by you, because you and her are… contrasting.
The first time you and your family went into their house for dinner, Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. You noticed it, and it somehow made you uncomfortable. So, the whole night while your parents and her dad were talking about the future wedding, you were just looking at your plate. Sometimes looking up when one of them says something funny, cracking up a small smile or letting out a silent chuckle. But you couldn’t look at Ellie.
Ellie noticed it. The whole night you weren’t even sparing a glance at her and it made her curious as to why you seem to avoid her. Did you know about her history of girls? Did you see her at the diner, drinking her ass off? Why aren’t you looking at her?
When the dinner was done, Joel and your dad stood up and went to the living room to talk further about the said wedding. Your mom politely excused herself as she went to the bathroom to have a quick touch up. And you and Ellie were alone in the dining room.
The one time you looked up at her, Ellie was mesmerized. But of course, she wouldn’t show it, nor would she accept it. You were pretty. Everyone was right. You are pretty like a precious flower; your eyes were soft and gentle as you stared at her. You are a precious gem. And Ellie is a master of destruction.
She couldn’t touch you. She’s afraid that you’ll break. And maybe you might. 
“I’m sorry.” You said, kindly, as you looked straight in her eyes.
Ellie’s brows rose. “Why? You didn’t do anything.” She said, voice raspy.
Your heart beat doubled. “You didn’t have to agree to this wedding, you know. My dad proposed this crazy scheme to Mr. Joel and I feel like it’s all my fault.” You sighed.
“I will marry you.” Ellie says, determined. “Just… don’t expect that I’ll love you. We have to agree that you won’t fall in love with me, and I’ll assure you that I won’t bother you. You will get your grandmother’s money and land, and I will share your money. Both of us need the same thing and I don’t want you to think that there’s a single hope that I will love you eventually. Is that okay?” She asked.
You should be celebrating. 
Finally, the girl you’ve wanted ever since you were 16 years old married you.
But her heart is with someone else. 
“Okay.” You agreed, while staring at the small picture frame at the corner of the dining room.
It was Ellie and Dina kissing each other.
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Don't Forget It | Eddie Munson
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Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.
Warnings: Self-conscious Eddie, crying, swearing, angst!
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and surprisingly it was very cathartic to write. It's not something I'd usually do, but for some reason, this idea really fits well.
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Eddie was one of the most open people you knew, and you could often read him like a book, his emotions so evident on his face. But sometimes, as easily as the wind would shift, he’d pull away, turning into himself and hiding away from you. This didn’t happen often, normally he’d be okay and tell you what was on his mind, no matter how awful or self-deprecating it was, but sometimes the storm in his head got too much, and he always wanted to protect you from the messy thoughts in his brain. 
You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, the both of you busy with exams at different schools, conflicting work schedules and an overload of homework and extracurricular activities. But it was Saturday, and the first Saturday night of each month was date night, and so far, Eddie hadn’t called to cancel. 
It was early when you got to his trailer, the sun still beaming down on you, and there were kids playing on the trailer park playground, parents calling them in for their dinner. Wayne was the one who answered the door, cigarette pinched between his lips and work uniform on, signalling he had the night shift. 
Like always, Wayne greeted you with a wide smile, a quick shoulder squeeze and offered a soda from the fridge, which you’d never refuse when you knew how much he liked having visitors like you come around. Eddie wasn’t in the lounge room or kitchen, and you couldn’t hear the shower going when you moved around the small space. It was like Wayne could tell what you were wondering as he watched you, and with a gentle sigh, he leaned against the small kitchen counter.
“Eddie’s in his room, kid. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come by tonight, I thought Eddie would have cancelled.” Wayne takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head as you give him a questioning look. “Look, it’s not been a great week for him. The record shop let him go, since they’re closing at the end of the month, his English teacher has been hard on him about some dumb essay, and you know how Eddie can be, he’d rather blow out his eardrums with music instead of talking through his issues.” 
You let a sad smile slip through, knowing Wayne was correct, that Eddie wasn’t great at sharing negative emotions, no matter how much they were affecting him. 
“I knew I should have called before I came over, I’ve got nothing but radio silence from Eddie these last couple of weeks, he’s probably not really wanting to go on a date tonight.” You weren’t upset. Sure, you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend, but you knew he probably needed space more than he needed a night out on the town. 
“You could say hello if you wanted to. If I know anything about my nephew, it’s that his day always gets better when he sees his favourite person. Eddie’s in his bedroom working on the next D&D campaign.” Wayne crunches up his soda can then, and tosses it into the trash, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up his wallet and keys. “Anyway, hang around if you want to, I’ve gotta go to work. There’s money on the bench for pizza if that takes your fancy, and really, kid, check in on Eddie, I know he’s missed having you around.” With that, Wayne’s squeezing your shoulder again, saying a gentle good night, then heading out the door and to his truck. 
The trailer is silent then, and you’re all alone in the small living space. One half of you wanted to walk right out of there, get back in your car and drive home, leaving Eddie in the peace he obviously wanted, but your other half, the half that selfishly missed his company and his smile and his voice, was pulling you towards his closed bedroom door. And before you knew it, you were knocking tentatively, not wanting to wake the beast that could be lying dormant inside. 
“Hey, uh, Eds. It’s me. Wayne just left for work…and I know you probably don’t feel up to going on our date tonight, and that’s absolutely fine, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?” The only response you get is utter silence, and you sigh softly, frowning and hoping Eddie would just answer the door, give you some sort of sign of life. But still nothing, so you push on. “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much these last couple of weeks, but I’m always here to talk if you want to…if you need to. You don’t have to lock yourself away, Eddie. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me everything, or if you just want to sit in silence together, but please understand that you’re not alone…please baby.” You pour your heart out to the closed door, but you still get nothing in response.
Giving up, and deciding that Eddie really did just want space and silence, you let your hand drop from the door and start walking away, planning to leave the small trailer and head home, trying to entertain yourself with the idea of a rented movie and maybe a takeaway. You couldn’t force Eddie to open up when he didn’t want to, or wasn’t ready, and you also knew you didn’t want to make the situation worse, but as you grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it, you heard a creaking behind you.
“I don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s in the doorway of his room, dressed in a raggedy Hellfire shirt and an old pair of sweats, hair a mess and hands marked with pen ink. He looked like he always did on a Saturday when you came over to hang out, but his eyes were red and his bottom lip was bitten and chapped. He could barely look at you when he spoke, but when you turned and looked at him, he knew you heard him.
“Hey, Eds.” You greet him softly, not wanting to startle too much when he already looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes wide and everything. Eddie sniffs, and it’s clear to you then that he’s been crying, that the red eyes aren’t from smoking a blunt, but from letting tears fall while he’s alone in his room. You fight every urge to take him into your arms then, and instead fight back the sudden lump in your throat. “How are you?” You don’t know what else to say, but you do nearly mentally face palm once that question spills from your mouth. 
“Oh, you know, totally normal, loving these summer days and so enjoying all the exams.” Eddie tries to joke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it falls flat between the two of you, a big, ugly, bitter joke that is hard to swallow and a complete lie, and Eddie looks away again, scuffing his socked feet against the worn carpet. “I’m…I’m sorry for hiding from you. I just, my head got messy and you know…nothing like a bit of peace and quiet to think through your thoughts.”
“Did the time help?” Your question is soft, and though Eddie tries to smile, a crooked thing that isn’t all that honest, you know the answer. He’s shaking his head, twisting his hands together in the way he always does when he’s nervous or can’t form the right words in his head, and then he’s looking away, and crying out.
“No…it didn’t help.” You’re crashing into him then, wrapping him tightly in your arms as he breaks down, and he doesn’t expect it, nearly fights your embrace. But then he’s sobbing, and melting into you, clinging to your hold and crying into your neck. 
The two of you are on the carpet, wrapped around and providing a lifeline that you didn’t know the other one needed so bad, and all you can hear are Eddie’s gentle cries and your sniffs, trying desperately to dry your eyes. 
“Why…why do you love me? How can you even stand to be anywhere near me?” Hearing those words spill from your lover's mouth has your heart breaking, and it takes everything in you not to cry in response. Eddie’s still got his face smooshed into your chest, avoiding your gaze, and the material of your shirt is damp from his tears. 
“Oh, Eddie.” You don’t know how to answer him, of course, you want to spill your heart out to him, but you also know that he’s delicate right now, and you don’t want to worry him anymore. But you trudge on, and run your fingers up his back, soothing the wreck of a metal head. “I love you because you’re the strongest man I know. You’re always kind to those who deserve it, always trying to make someone’s day better when they need it, you’re funny and sweet and talented and smart and perfect for me in every way.” Eddie’s smiling slightly at your words, but you can tell it’s not the real answer he’s looking for. “Baby, why do you think I love you?”
You hoped you’d get an answer, but Eddie just shrugs, hair falling in front of his face and eyes downcast once again. 
“Honestly? Half the time I don’t believe you when you say you love me. I mean, no one else has ever loved me, my uncle tolerates me, I know if I left town forever no one would miss me…” His words drifted off as you cupped his cheeks, urging the man to look up at you, thumbs moving to catch the tears that are about to fall, and you have to try with all your might not to sob when he utters his next sentence. "It's not that I'm saying I'm unlovable, just... some people have to be easier to love than others, right?" 
“Is this what you’ve been worrying about these last couple of weeks? If I love you, if you deserve to be with me?” Eddie shrugs once again, and for a moment you want to shake some sense into him, scream to the world that you love him and adore him, but you know that’s the last thing that’ll work.
“You could be with someone like Steve, someone who can give you everything in every moment. Someone who’s not an emotionally constipated high school failure that the world already gave up on, some who’s not into playing games for kids or music that makes your ears want to–.” You stop him then, a hand over his mouth, and you shake your head, hurt and sadness etched on your face.
“Sweetheart, I want you to listen real close, okay? Because for once and for all I’m going to tell you something, and you need to listen, right? You hear me, Eddie?” He only nods, and you remove your hand, letting it sit against his chest, right over his heart. You take a deep breath then lean your head against his, and speak softly so that only he can hear as if it’s a little secret between the two of you. And you would scream it to the world if he needs you to, to tell it to fuck off and stop trying to destroy a man who’s just trying his best, but you’ll leave that to another time. “I love you. I love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. I love you for you, and all of your flaws too. Sure, sometimes you can be a total butthead, a ridiculous pain in the ass and sometimes I want to yell and scream at you, but I will always take the good and the bad days, Eddie Munson. You deserve every ounce of love I give you, and you have all my love, and will always have it. I don’t want Steve, I don’t want someone else even if you think I do or that I deserve someone else, because I will always only want you. You’re my goofy, metal head who’s the sweetest man imaginable, always knows how to make people laugh, and always, always, makes sure I know that I’m safe, I’m okay, and that you love me. And I don’t want to hear any more of you doubting yourself about it, Eddie. If you think like this again, then come to me, and I’ll tell you that I love you as many times as I need to, in fact, I won’t stop telling you until I die.” 
Eddie’s smiling then, and it’s finally reaching his big brown eyes, a sight that has you falling in love all over again, and his hands are holding your waist, keeping you close to him in hopes that you’ll stay with him forever. 
“I love you, Eddie Munson, and don’t you forget it.” You’re kissing him then, gentle at first until he responds, and then firm enough to make it clear that this isn’t just another dream like he’s been having these last couple of weeks. You love him, you need him and you want him, and you’re not letting him disappear without a fight. 
Eddie’s breathless from the kiss by the time you’re pulling away, and he leans into your touch when your fingers card through his hair in that delicious way he loves, and finally, after his tears are dry and he’s smiling down at you, wide and bright, he’s uttering words you’ve longed to hear.
“I don’t think I could ever forget after that speech, sweetheart. And just so you know, I love you too, and I always will.” He’s kissing you now, all over your face and your neck and any skin he can reach, and you’re laughing into the space around you, a sound that’s so warm and lovely it makes his skin tingle. He’s relieved, finally out of that dark place he was for ages before, and though you both know that you’re not out of danger yet, it’s a good start. 
It’s during pizza on the couch in front of some dumb movie neither of you are paying attention to, that you repeat that you love him, that you take him in your arms once again and shower him with affection. It’s not the typical Saturday night date, but you don’t care, because he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re not going to let him forget that any time soon.
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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months
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The End.
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Yan Kafka x F Reader.
Synopsis: Kafka always sits in the front row, despite being part of the show herself.
Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, thoughts of violence, manipulation, and unhealthy relationships.
Word Count: 1k.
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Swan Lake by HAUSER
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Lie by BTS
She’s My Collar by Gorillaz (feat. Kali Uchis)
Cha Cha by Freddie Dredd
Michelle by Sir Chloe
MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - SATAN’S EXTENDED VERSION by Lil Nas X
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The roses are wilting.
It was destiny, fate. Such pretty things never last forever, after all, even if the entire universe wished otherwise. One way or another, they are meant to fall, like how the sun drops below where anyone can see it, being replaced with the moon, and vice versa. They fall deep, deeper than hell itself, and no one can pick them back up, unless one would be inclined to make a pact with the devil himself, doing horrendous things in his name. But Kafka has already committed such sins, so why deny doing so any longer? It is who she is. It is who you are, to be entangled in her lies and be forced to dance and to sing and to act.
With two gloved hands, she picks up the vase, spilling out the moldy water and the dying roses, the roses she got for you after you sang so well at the opera house, looking so beautiful, into the trash can underneath your makeup vanity, where little clumps of hair and emptied products always meet their end.
She’ll get you a new bouquet later. A new vase too. Perhaps instead of white roses you would like red ones instead? Kafka knows that this vase is cheap too, from one of your fellow divas, whose high notes are not as high as yours and her costumes not as elaborate or as elegant as yours.
“I honestly don’t see why you even try to befriend any of them, darling. They are all envious harpies. They can’t hold a candle to anything you do.”
You are not here, but Kafka’s mouth always has a mind of its own, so it spins lies even when your delicate, lovely ears are not in the general vicinity. Not that she minds it. But yours is what she is quite more so than trifles with, because yours is carefully controlled by her and her alone, and you, as always, don’t get a say. It’s a sort of hypocrisy, Kafka thinks, but she doesn't mind that either.
If she has to, she’ll even sew your mouth shut, your ears shut, your eyes shut, if that is what it takes for you to stay with her. She doubts it would ever come to that, though, because you are always too fragile and too trusting to tell the difference between an Iago and a Desdemona. But the latter role would much better suit you, her little flower, her princess.
You are so precious, but also a treasure prying eyes will always want to touch and see and hear. Kafka would, in all honesty, love to cut their hands and tongues off, if it did not ruin the carefully crafted image she made just for you. Maybe later, though, when all the stage lights are off.
“Lady Macbeth, hmm?” She murmurs.
She disagrees with the role you were given entirely. But, you were not one to stand up for yourself, so Kafka let it go. 
“You really ought to leave this business soon, dearest.” Kafka looks around, her arms crossed, not impressed with the room you were given in the slightest. “You can always just come with me.” She meant it. “Imagine all the sights you would see. All the food you would eat. All the gifts I would be so happy to give you. All the hugs and kisses you would receive from me. Everything… just think about it.”
She could imagine it herself. It is not hard, really, for the mind to reject all sense of logic and bow down to the whim of what is known as human emotions, mortal joys, woes, desires, wants, and needs. She could imagine sitting you on her lap as the ship jumps to the next world she will have to visit, telling you stories of the past, present, and future, as you look on with amazement. You don’t do that anymore, now. She would do anything to see it come back. She would steal a crown and place it on your head, though you having the genuine article does not make you any stronger. If anything, perhaps it would make you weaker to her whims.
“Imagine that…” She sighs, closing her eyes as she smiles. “We can go to Penacony. Your dreams would come true there if I cannot make them true myself. You can sleep on beds worth more than this entire opera house. If only you would let me. I know it would make you happy. I know it would make me happy. So why wouldn’t it make you?”
She would listen to your ultimate pains, and your ultimate wishes, and act accordingly. She loved you. You will too, again. It is only a matter of time, isn’t it? Yes, Kafka thinks, it is fate. 
Kafka always sits in the front row of the theater.
It does not matter whether or not she purchased the tickets for it, the seat, or the show soon to come to fruition. No one dares talk back to her, even security. She finds comfort in that. No one gets in the way of her having the chance to see you. Better yet, no one else sits in the front row when she is present.
So, she watches, one of her legs crossed over the other, her eyes never blinking. During interludes she likes to adjust her makeup accordingly, painting on another shade of crimson to her lips. Art comes in many forms, after all.
Kafka told you that once. As always, you listened dutifully as she taught you to be.
She taught you many things, not just that. She taught you how to read constellations. She helped you learn her vocabulary in the books she gave you, often long fairytales or poems. She preferred it that way when you used to be so eager to have someone be friendly to you and not want to simply use you for their own amusement, not wanting to throw you out of the opera house altogether.
The opera house may rot after it goes up in flames, in the future, if things go her way as it always does, but she’ll stay to watch it all, to take you in as you cry and as she shushes you. She’ll be happy. Maybe you will be too, for her. It matters how good your performance is, if you even want to act anymore, after all.
The lights dim, and she shows her pearl-white teeth as she grins.
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mysteriesmuse · 9 months
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Kirishima and the Washing Machines
You lived in a pretty large apartment complex about 150 residents in all. And yet, somehow, you always found yourself using the washer and dryer after this one individual. Every. Time. 
And you now what, they never remember to clean out the lint tray after they’re done.  
You sigh through your nose, inching out the door of the lint tray and seeing a very full cage. Reaching in and deftly scooping it all up in one hand and dropping it into the trash can without second thought. 
Whoever this person was they had the most ridiculously long and lacking hair care routine ever. Seriously, 5-6 inch long firetruck red hairs that were coarse and fried to hell littered your clothes now. Probably because said person never emptied the lint tray after their laundry so now their hair littered your own wardrobe. And this would naturally urge anyone to choose a different washer and dryer out of the apartment laundromat. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried, it just seemed that whoever this person was seemed to read you mind — move laundry machines with you, so you’d given up.  
Subjected to a life of dyed red hair in all your clothing. A lifetime supply of lint rollers in hand at all times.  
And in Kirishima’s defense he was a busy prohero — but you’d never seen him in the apartment complex, much less seen him patrolling the neighborhood in order to make the connection.  
Although he’d seen you — only a handful of times though — over the past few months of living here. He thought you were pretty — the kind where you have to mentally acknowledge a strangers beauty just because they are so attractive.
Except for today. 
And You were having a good day.  
You’d hit massive stroke of luck to this week to find that this red-haired person and your secret domestic enemy hadn’t been to the laundromat before you. You couldn’t be more pleased as you sat down on one of the lobbies padded chairs. Content with sitting and reading your book as you waited for the little chiming song of the washer and dryer to alert you that this batch of clothes was free of a strangers weird hairstyle. 
And you were ready, sliding back in the chair, tittering your hips, slipping your finger between the fresh crisp pages and into the sweet spot where your little impromptu receipt bookmark lay nestled next to the spine — a perfect morning.  
you’d gotten through that euphoric breath part of the process before the awkward spinning doors to the complex blew open and you’d dropped the book into your lap — staggering in was a beefcake of a man.  
It was the first thing you noticed, and how could you not? The stranger was shirtless and only clad in a pair of worn joggers that bear the emblem of the most famous hero producing highschool — hung snuggly around his hips, but just low enough that you could see the elastic of his boxers peaking out. And up from there was the defined muscles of his abdomen, not full on bread rolls, but a smoother definition and one that fit him nicely. The slight healthy layer of fat smoothing over the man’s defined and sturdy trunk — which lead to a completely hairless chest — a conscious decision. And then his arms were huge like the rest of him, but had a very strange reverse farmers tan to them. Another conscious decision?  
You didn’t even make it to his face before he was already in the room — and he took up space.   
somehow you found the conscious effort to close your mouth when he turned in your direction flaming locks of hair reaching his broad shoulders. 
Beefcake had noticed you as soon as he had walked in. The gorgeous h/c woman. And he could see the whites of your eyes and the pink of your tongue from the door. 
He flashed you an award winning smile full of sharp canines before awkwardly tugging on a few small strands near his face. The book in your lap now open to a random page, a receipt lay fluttered close to your feet.  
Kirishima chuckled, deep and low, bending down on one knee to hand you the receipt that’d been flung out on the ground from your shocked stare — yeah, that was a perfectly normal reaction he got often as a pro.
 “Sorry to startle you, beautiful. Here’s your bookmark,” he said, holding it out to you. You blinked back surprised before taking it back from his outstretched hand rather stiffly. He could see a crinkle between your brows as you seemingly took in every single detail about his face — tongue prodding the corners of your mouth as you did so.  
You were not, in fact, openly checking him out as much as Kirishima was secretly kind of hoping — a reaction he would naturally have gotten fairly often since you presumed he was a hero of sorts with his build and those flashy alum joggers.  
No — you were busy studying his hair: eyebrows, eyelashes, stubble, the whole lot. All of it thick and black — unlike the hair on top of his head, but similarly matching with the sometimes atrocious roots on those long hairs from the laundry machine.  
“Aha—“ you thrust out the hand with the reciept and waved it in front of Kirishimas face. “It’s you! My laundromat enemy — you’re the guy that always forgets to empty the lint drawer!”
Kirishima blinked back at you crossed eyed. A vague recognition of what you were taking about slipping past his eyes like a montage. He couldn’t remember a single time where he emptied that lint drawer, now that you mentioned it. He swallowed thickly
“I — I, how? How do you know it’s me?” He garbled. 
You shoot him a pointed look that reminded him of his best friend, “You really think there’s that many other people around here with hair like yours?” You hummed, gesturing to his still damp locks. You answered for him, “yeah, me neither.”   
Kirishima was shocked at your certainty, but he was also pretty certain that you were absolutely right. He gulped nervously, adams apple bobbing in that thick neck of his. 
of course he had luck like this, upsetting the beautiful woman in the apartment complex before he’d even meet her. You called him an enemy. A domestic enemy — he was supposed to be a hero! 
He started, “Look . . .”
“Y/N” you supplied. 
“Look Y/N,” he said, noticing the way you perked up more at his use of your name. “I’m really sorry to have bothered you by forgetting to clean out the lint in the dryer. There’s no excuse for me forgetting, or actively ignoring, that in a communal space. That’s really un-neighborly of me and I promise to actually take the time to do it from now on.”  He finished, hand strapped across his heart like a knight of old making a pledge to you.  
he watched as you slowly uncrossed your arms and tapped at the cover of your book. Your eyes of some beautiful color — that he would commit to memory if you looked up at him, stared down in your lap.  
He put placed his hands on the side of the armrests, pleading with the best puppy dog eyes he could give, “anything I can do to make it up to you?” Practically begging. 
you looked up, ahh so they were e/c then.  
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, nose wrinkling. 
He seemed genuine, and charming and polite, but he was large and intimidating — and in your personal space, “you do owe me quite a handful of change in lint roller money.”  
Kirishima grinned, that he could do. 
“How about I take you out — this time, next week. There’s a really cool bookshop cafe on my patrol route. I’ll come by and pick you up.” He noticed your hesitation, a worrying shimmy closer to the back of the seat and away from him. He removed his hands from the armrests and reached for the wallet in his pocket, “— we could just walk then, if that’s not comfortable for you. Or you could meet me there. Here see, Kirishima Eijirou prohero alias Red Riot.”  
That caused you to relax and lean forward, as you examined his hero license.  
He really was a hero. You were already pretty sure with those UA joggers, but it felt good to know you were right. One that wore an oddly terrifying dog-muzzle? You glanced back up at his strong jaw littered with a stiff 5 o’clock shadow. And surely enough there were faint lines of pale skin surrounding his mouth and just under his eyes that confirmed the weird existence of this accessory. Again, what is with the fashion choices here??
You raised a brow, “Ever think this is a little unusual for a hero?” You asked pointing at his ID.  
Red Riot glowed like his namesake. “I thought it was cool back in highschool — now it’s part of my image.” He chuckled, a hand touching at the place where it would be.  
you wondered what that would feel like having that cage against your skin all the time — surely uncomfortable.
Kirishima wondered if you’d consider yanking him by those bars to bring him into a kiss. Metal clanking on metal as the pretty ring on your finger gripped around the edges of its frame. If you’d be a woman he could come home to after a long mission and be fall into lovingly seering embrace like some of his pals. . . 
Clearly two very different trains of thought going on here, but Eijirou was always a hopeless romantic at heart and nothing but a gentlemen. 
He heart leapt into his throat when you placed a cool hand against his forearm with a little conformational pat, “I’ve got work next week, but I’ll go ahead and meet you there.”  
He grinned standing up to his full height and pocketing his wallet, face morphing as a realization dawned on him. He quickly scrambled for his phone, “I — wait you don’t have my number and I haven’t even told you where it is. And it’s pretty far, so I don’t think you’d know it — because it’s all the way in Fatgums district and —“  
and now you were laughing at him. Kirishima tucked a thick strand of hair behind his ear as he looked down at you — washing machine songs lighting up the atmosphere.  
“Actually I do have your number. We — apparently — live on the same floor, Kirishima.” You snorted holding out your phone with the familiar floor group text that he was apart of. A ridiculous dorky contact photo of himself as Crimson Riot as the contact photo he send in the chat.  
Plus Ultra! Forget red, crimson — he was scarlet right about now.  
“Ah right . . .”  
“Don’t be embarrassed,” you waved, “you’re much cuter in person. Ya know, for a laundromat menace.”  
Kirishima scratched awkwardly at his chest which was hardening there randomly — oh wait nope, it’s because he heart was thumping a mile a minute and he was on a mad adrenaline rush right now in the middle of the apartment complex lobby bc was talking to the beautiful stranger of his complex. 
You rose from your chair and stood in front of him, book clutched to your chest. 
the only thought running through his head was don’t move. And you watched as this handsome young pro hero stood stock still — every muscular plain of his body becoming rock hard and just towering over you.  
the chimes started up again. 
“Uh excuse me, you’re kinda blocking the entire door?” You giggled. 
In a flash this Kirishima was hardening even more and now you could clearly see a set of abs in the early morning dim lobby light as he stepped further into the elevator so he wouldn’t be crushed — although with that quirk you think the elevator might take most of the damage. 
Now he was too cute.  
And as he backpedaled into the elevator you could hear him audibly sigh with relief as the sound of your book pages started flicking. 
“Kirishima—“  
he looked down, the apples of your cheeks light and bouncy — such a pretty little smile on your face, “you should really invest in some conditioner.”  
And the last you saw was a sliver of a grin and framing tan lines from that muzzle/cage looking mask of his. He beamed staring at the space you were in before the doors closed, a blissful whisper as he realized he was replying to an empty elevator, “yeah I do.”  
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here4kpopfics · 2 months
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Make My Day | MYG
Just a small thing based off a real life moment that just makes me 🤗 no smut no plot not really anything to warn about. yoonmin version on my ao3
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Today was a day. Working in retail is and always will be physically and emotionally draining and every shift has you questioning why, only to be reminded by the never ending alerts from your bank account of the answer.
Just a few more years, your debts will hopefully be less and you can move somewhere else in the middle of nowhere and never have to use your fake customer service voice again.
That’s the dream.
But for now, you’re minding your business, have barely spoken a word to your managers or coworkers because you’re tired after a six day workweek with hours varying between six and ten hours a shift, and you’re just done.
The few customers you did take, were complete assholes. Whether it’s bitching about the return policy, complaining about lack of discounts, or just ranting about the line that shouldn’t have been thirty minutes long (it was five to ten maximum, but go off, Karen), they all had something to say to test you and your patience.
Luckily, you’ve worked in retail for far too long that the yelling and the cursing and the name calling do absolutely nothing to you anymore. If anything, it makes you giggle internally. Except that one time you accidentally laughed out loud and that set off a whole new tirade about being disrespectful to the old white guy that was calling your younger coworker incompetent trash.
Because you know, it’s not the same thing. It’s different.
So you stayed quiet for a vast majority of your shift, letting your coworkers handle customers and you handled the go backs, organizing and reticketing those that needed it. You didn’t even notice Yoongi coming up to your station until you turned around, jumping in place and almost shouting.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Yoongi. Don’t do that!” You whispered, always afraid a customer would hear you curse and another tantrum would be thrown.
“I said your name.”
“Well, I didn't hear it.”
“I said it like three times.”
“Liar.”
“You can’t prove that.”
You couldn’t even look at him or bring yourself to continue arguing. You just roll your eyes and go back to your go backs, ignoring him. You have to ignore him.
You’ve had a small crush on Yoongi for a few months now. He’s sweet, funny when he wants to be, soft spoken, his long hair usually up in a half ponytail. He’s beautiful. It doesn’t help that he loves to loiter around your station, bothering you with random questions and comments.
It also doesn’t help that he's in a very serious relationship and has been for years. So he’s strictly off limits.
But there’s nothing wrong with a little friendly flirting, right? As long as you don’t act on it. As long as he doesn’t act on it.
So you keep your space, both of you talking only while clocked in, and keeping the conversations as vague as can be. You will not be responsible for any breakups. You will just admire him from a distance.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to know about this, though.
“You good?” Yoongi speaks after a moment of silence.
“Mmm.” You hum, nodding, eyes glued to the clothes you’re reticketing.
“You don’t seem good.”
“I can’t always have a sunshine personality, Yoongi. That’s not me.”
“Fair.” He shrugs, grabbing the go backs you’ve deemed ready and taking them to the fitting room to be sorted. You sigh, wanting to curl up under the tables and hide until closing.
You go to break later, quickly inhaling something overpriced from the vending machine and a lemonade, before returning to your station.
That’s when you see it.
It’s ugly, honestly. An almost cropped jacket that is Barbie pink and fuzzy. The price tag makes you want to throw up. This jacket should not be in the three digit range. Absolutely not. It’s hideous.
It’d look stunning on Yoongi, though.
You look around, there’s probably one or two people in line, but there’s more than enough coverage from your coworkers to handle the front of the store. You grab the hideous jacket, heading straight to the fitting room where you know Yoongi is hiding from customers.
When you turn the corner into the employee only area, he’s hiding in his usual corner, just out of sight of the camera back there and on his phone. When he looks up to see you come in, he smiles, putting his phone away.
“You need another rack? Didn’t we just switch them?” Your other coworker, Miyeon, questions and you’re quick to shake your head.
“Nope.” You look at Yoongi, holding out the pink monstrosity, “I need you to make my day better and put this on for me.” It’s half a second before anxiety creeps in that he’d call you weird and say no.
But he’s admitted before to trying on women’s clothing back here when there’s no customers, doing full on fashion shows in designer dresses with the rest of the floor team.
He’s even shown you pictures that made you fight the urge to zoom in on his butt and comment.
Which is why he happily takes the jacket from you, slipping it on in an instant and putting his hair down for extra dramatic effect.
“How’s it look?” He grins, doing various dramatic fashion poses for you.
“Absolutely stunning on you, ugly as hell on a hanger.” Miyeon replies, making you hum in agreement.
“I make everything look good.”
“Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes again, unable to hide the smile he’s caused.
“Anything else? Heels? A dress?”
“You two are weird” Miyeon rolls her eyes with a smirk. Her eyes catch onto the little television screen above the racks of clothing that shows the front of the fitting room. A couple people approach the front, and Miyeon sighs, leaving you both to tend to them.
You watch her interaction with the customers, the slow dread feeling from earlier settling back in.
“You sure you’re okay, y/n?”
Your eyes drop to the floor, taking a deep breath before looking back up at him.
Yoongi is so pretty. His smile is adorable and comforting.
“Just a shit week. I’ll be okay. Thanks for putting on the jacket.”
“You’re welcome.”
You give a small smile back, turning to leave when Miyeon returns.
And that’s the extent of your interaction that night.
But, of course, it doesn’t always just end there. You don’t see him again for three days, schedules always being misaligned. But when you do, he’s stepping out of the fitting room in line of sight from your work area, pink fuzzy jacket on and a stupid grin to go with it, posing like an idiot to make you laugh.
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southerngirl41 · 8 months
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Lead You On
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Emery (OC) x Jey Uso x Seth Rollins x Jimmy Uso x Roman Reigns *I'll be using their real names*
Warnings: 18+
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Part 20
“Mommy!” Where are you?"  Willa's little voice floated down the busy hallway as Jon carried her. “You think she’s here yet?” he asked his daughter as they roamed the halls, talking to friends and looking for Emery. This was Willa’s very first show and Jon was beyond excited to have her there. The only thing that would make this day better would have been Emery next to him, cheering him on. “I see Uncle Josh.” he tells his daughter as he spots his brother standing outside the locker room with his current girlfriend Taryn. As hard as it was for the brothers they decided to put aside their differences in the interest of their careers and their brotherhood. 
Josh’s face lit up as he saw Willa’s little legs running toward him. He scooped her up, spinning her around. “There’s my favorite girl!” kissing all over her face. Jon didn't miss the scowl on Taryn’s face as Josh showered his niece with attention. “I missed you so much!”
 "I'm going to the restroom baby." Taryn purred in Josh's ear as he played with his niece. As she entered the restroom Emery was standing at the sink washing her hands. 
"Ohhh, you Emery huh?" Taryn asked, hands on hips.
Emery turned upon hearing her name, "I am. And you are?"
"Girl, don't act like you don't know me!"
"Well, I guess you didn't make an impression on me if we met before."
"I'm Josh's woman! Yeah, he told me ALL about you!” she says pointing a long acrylic nail toward Emery, “Told me what a slut you were, fucking around with his brother then his cousin. I mean, who's next, his dad?”
Emery tossed the paper towel in the trash and walked over to Taryn, squaring up her shoulders, "Keep running that mouth and see what happens little girl!"
"I bet your daddy is real proud of you huh! Fucking all his people, making a fool outta him."
"This is the last time I'm gonna tell you to shut your fucking mouth or you’re gonna find out who Josh loves more. And I guarantee it won't be you!" Emery shoved the door open so hard it hit the opposite wall,  causing several people to turn around. She marched toward Jon and Josh, trying to calm her racing heart as she saw her daughter.
"Mommy!" Willa squealed as she noticed her walking toward them. The twins turned, both smiling when they saw her. Jon's smile dropped when he saw Emery's face, something was wrong. "Em, everything okay?" He asked cautiously, hoping he hadn't done something to piss her off.  She turned to Josh, "Met your little girlfriend in the bathroom. Better tell her to mind her fucking business and keep my name out of her goddamn mouth if she knows what's best for her!"
"Fuck." She heard Josh sigh as they walked off. 
"Woooo! I ain't seen hood Emery in a minute!" Jon teased as they walked into The Bloodline's private locker room. She made a face, "There ain't nothing hood about me and you know it. But I won't put up with some childish ass bitch inserting herself into my business! How old is she anyway?"
Jon shrugged, "Maybe twenty four."
"You're joking right? That fool has no business dating a twenty something year old baby!"
Jon grabbed her hand, "Calm down. She ain't worth it. You know she won't be around long."
"What's hood?" Willa asks, her big brown eyes looking between her parents for an answer. They both stifled a laugh, Jon picking her back up to sit on his lap. "Good thing she didn't ask about all them cuss words you said." He whispers, playfully nudging Emery in the side. 
"Mommy what's hood?" Willa asks again, her little bottom lip poking out because no one answered her. Every face she made looked just like her father's, "That's your child." Emery says, leaning into Jon. "Ask Uncle Josh, baby." Jon says with a laugh. 
These were the times Emery missed Jon, when they were just together as a little family.  Laughing and being silly, answering a million questions from their daughter. But that was life and they'd both made their choices and now they had to live with the consequences. 
Outside the locker room Josh and Taryn were in a heated discussion, “I told you not to speak to her, damn, why can’t you listen?” Josh asked, the irritation written all over his face.
“She came up to me! I didn't even know who she was, she got all up in my face!” Taryn yelled back, “You just mad because your little ex-girlfriend got pissed." When Josh didn't respond she tried changing the subject to keep the peace, "Why you even talking to your brother anyway?"
Josh sighed, “He wants me to come to Willa’s birthday party.”
"You don't need to be going to that baby's birthday party. That's dumb!”
He turned, giving her the side eye, "Why is that dumb? She's my niece and I love her."
"We both know you ain't goin' to see no two year old, you goin' to see her momma!"
"Shut yo mouth about shit you have no business being in! We’ll talk about this later. I gotta get my head in the game- go find your seat and wait for the show to start.”
Josh was left to his thoughts as he stepped into Gorilla. He stood, watching the crowd bustle around for a few minutes before he made up his mind. Despite Taryn's objections, he was going to Willa's birthday party. After all, Emery was family and even though they had gone their separate ways, it didn't mean Josh couldn't be there for Willa
As they lay in the bed together, the night of Wrestlemania, the clock read 1:47, Joe twirling a strand of Emery's hair around his finger, he sighed. Her head turned, looking up at him,  "You okay?" She asks, raising a question eyebrow.
"Just thinking."
Emery rolled onto her side to face him, "Wanna tell me about it?"
He stalled as he pulled random strands of her long hair over her shoulders, dragging his finger along her exposed skin as he did so. "I think it's time to pass the torch." He finally says, his eyes slowly raking over her body before making eye contact with her. 
"Pass it for good or just for now?"
Another sigh, "I dunno. I'm tired baby girl."
"I understand, this lifestyle is- a lot."
"Just- all this medicine I'm on for Leukemia…I know people don't think I do much,  but I do. I give everything I have to them."
She knew that big nights like Wrestlemania or any other pay per view for that matter were always emotional for the guys; they gave their heart and soul to this business. And the adrenaline crash that followed was rough sometimes. Emery nods, her hands slide up his chest to hold his face, "Look at me- the only person you have to worry about is you!"
"And you and Willa." 
"Willa is mine and Jon’s responsibility. You don’t need anything else added to your plate."
“What if he fucks up again? I won’t let her be raised without a father, Em. She deserves to have the best life possible.” 
Emery’s breath caught in her throat, she knew Joe cared for them both but to raise another man’s child was love on another level. She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs, “Thank you for loving my girl like you do.”
He leaned into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand, “How lucky am I that I get to love two of the most beautiful girls in the world?”
"You love us?" She asks softly.
"Without a doubt."
She pressed her forehead to his and kissed him softly, “Then we’re the lucky ones.” 
He smiled, kissing her again. "Joe, I want this," she whispered. "I want us." His eyes twinkled as she spoke. “But we have to be careful. Our lives are complicated, and it's not just about us anymore."
"Darlin," Joe said softly, taking her hand in his, laying it across his heart. "I know you're hesitant about us, but I promise, no- I swear to you, I won't let you down. I want to be with you, in every possible way."
Eventually the two of them settled into a quiet, comfortable silence, just laying together and drifted off to sleep. 
When morning came, Emery opened her eyes to see Willa laying on top of Joe's chest, both of them sound asleep, his arms wrapped protectively around her. She pushed Willa's curly hair out of her face and smiled, picking up her phone to take a picture. Joe groaned and blinked a few times before noticing Emery was awake. 
His raspy voice greeted her with a smile, "Mornin’ beautiful." 
"Sleep well?" She asks, looking between him and Willa. 
Joe chuckled, rubbing Willa's back softly. "She climbed up here about two hours ago and said, 'Daddy hold me.' So, Daddy held her. Please don't tell Jon she called me that. I think she was just half asleep." He tells her, his eyes full of concern.
"All you Samoans look alike in the dark." She teased. 
"Haha…I just don't want him to be upset or think I'm trying to take his place."
Willa stirred, opening her eyes, "Mommy." She mumbled, sitting up on Joe stomach. "Good morning sweet pea." Joe says cheerfully as she looks between them both. Willa giggles, poking him in the belly button. "Heyyy!" He says laughing then poking her back. 
“Guess what today is Willa?” Emery asks her daughter, who continued to poke Joe in the stomach, both of them giggling. “Today is your birthday!”
“My birthday!” She replies, clapping. Joe picked her up and sat her between them. Emery wrapped her arms around Willa and Joe wrapped them both up in a hug, “That means, you get to eat lots of cake and get presents.” Joe tells her as he and Emery made eye contact, he winked at her, mouthing “I love you.” she returned his sentiment and leaned in to kiss him. 
“Jon is coming by to take her to breakfast then we’re all going to dinner at my parents. And then we’ll have someone’s favorite cake, chocolate on chocolate for her birthday.” Emery says happily, looking at her daughter. 
“Well, it’s almost eight so, let me take a shower because I don’t want it to be awkward when Jon gets here.” Joe says, rolling out of the bed. 
The day started off wonderfully. Jon arrived to pick up Willa and take her out for breakfast and when they arrived at Emery's parents' house for dinner, they were welcomed by an even bigger surprise. Emery's parents had put together a big birthday party for Willa, with all of their family and close friends in attendance.
There was a long table set up with beautiful decorations, filled with all kinds of snacks and finger foods. They had the biggest birthday cake, a three layer masterpiece in the shape of a teddy bear with chocolate on chocolate icing that Emery knew her daughter would love. Even though Emery had already given her daughter plenty of presents earlier that day, there was still another pile waiting for Willa near the cake, full of new toys just waiting to be opened.
Everyone sang Happy Birthday to Willa as she blew out her candle on the cake before digging into a piece. Afterwards everyone reminisced about how much she had grown since last year when they celebrated her first birthday together. Jon enjoyed watching his daughter so excitedly open each present, squealing with delight as each one revealed something better than the last.
Emery stood off to the side, leaning against the door frame, watching Joe and her father talking and taking pictures of Willa. She could see the love in Joe's eyes as he looked around at everyone gathered around celebrating the occasion that he too was part of now; it warmed her heart knowing their little family felt complete now and prayed that nothing could ever break apart what they had built together.
She felt someone walk up behind her, she turned seeing Josh standing at her side, he grabbed her had, squeezing it tightly, "Can't believe she's two." he says, wistfully. "I'll never forget the way I felt holding her in my arms, cutting the umbilical cord..." he sniffled, trying to mask it with cough.
Emery smiled at him, feeling a tear prick her own eye as she remembered that day, "Me neither. It's been the best two years of my life."
"Do you ever regret it?" he asked, his voice low.
"Regret what?" Emery asked, confused.
"Leaving me for him." Josh clarified, his eyes darkening for a moment before softening again.
Emery sighed, feeling the weight of Josh's emotions. "I didn't leave you. You were dating- her when we moved back home."
"You didn't even give me a chance to try and fix things," Josh said bitterly, his grip on her hand tightening.
Emery pulled her hand from his grasp, feeling defensive. "What? This is the first conversation we've had in eight months!"
"You didn't even give me a chance." he said, gesturing towards Joe.
Emery shook her head, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over her. "Josh, you made your choice, I made mine."
"I chose you a long fucking time ago!" Josh argued, his voice raising.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." Emery said firmly.
Emery felt Joe's hand on her waist, pulling her into his side protectively. "Let it go man," Joe said, his voice firm.
Josh glared at Joe, his fists clenching at his sides. "This doesn't concern you," he spat. "Stay out of it!"
Emery felt torn between the two men, her heart heavy with the weight of their emotions. "Josh, please," she said softly, trying to diffuse the tension. But he wasn't having it. He turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving Emery feeling exhausted and drained. She leaned into Joe's embrace, feeling his warm arms holding her tight as she tried to shake off the intensity of the moment.
"Hey," Joe said, pulling her head up to look at him. "Are you okay?"
Emery nodded, feeling grateful for his steady presence. "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just...a lot."
Joe pulled her in for a kiss, his lips soft and gentle against hers. "I love you," he whispered, his voice full of tenderness.
Emery felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of calm settling over her as she looked into Joe's eyes. "I love you too," she replied, feeling the weight of his love holding her steady.
They stayed there for a moment longer, wrapped up in each other's arms, before turning back to the party and the celebration of Willa’s birthday. She felt the warmth of Joe's gaze as he looked over at her, and she couldn't help but smile. This was exactly where she was meant to be, with the people she loved the most, celebrating the milestones of life together.
As the party started to wind down, Emery gathered Willa and they made their way to the car. Joe was close behind, carrying a few of the presents they had received. As they got into the car, Emery couldn't help but feel grateful for the family that had been given to her. While life wasn't always perfect, moments like these made it all worth it. She leaned over and kissed Joe, "Thank you for being here, for being a part of this. For being everything I never knew I needed."
Joe grinned, "I'll always be here, Em. For both you and Willa. No matter what." They shared another kiss before heading to the airport, ready to start the next chapter.
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skzhua · 8 months
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i'm gonna stay ('your eyes' series)
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♡ "I could use some company."
pairing: yang jeongin x reader.
genre: fluff, slight angst.
word count: 7,896
warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of mental breakdown, mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying.
summary: jeongin has one job: do the laundry. living with jisung who was a mess maker, he has no other choice but to be the responsible one of their dorm. waiting for the clothes to be dry, he hears cries, yours. how could you be so pretty even while crying?
a/n: after almost 5 months into the making, i am finally done with this story?
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Exhausted from his day, Jeongin finally got home. Walking to the elevator, he met with Hyunjin, the boy who lived in the apartment above his dorm.
"Hi." he smiled and joined his friend inside the metal box.
"Hey." he smiled back. "Done with work?"
"Yeah." Jeongin exhaled. "It was a long shift, but I had more customers coming in so not as bad as usual. And you?"
Hyunjin sighed in exhaustion as he shook his head. "My day was shitty. I've been watching Hyunjoo since the beginning of the semester just to be sure she's doing okay."
Jeongin had heard about the pretty freshman. Her and Hyunjin were the talk of the school since they were undeniably the perfect duo of siblings. Both were attractive, talented, smart, insanely sweet and more. While most guys would be seeking for her attention, Jeongin had left her be each time he would cross paths with her. He was too busy to be ogling some pretty girl, let alone his friend's sister.
The elevator came up to his level, so he left Hyunjin alone and went to his dorm. Opening the door, he smelled a horrid odor coming from Jisung's room. Coughing, he knocked aggressively on his door and the sweet Hwayoung answered instead.
"You're here again?" Jeongin asked, in a ruder tone than initially intended.
"Yeah, I brought kimchi with some jjajamyeon and fried chiicken." the girl smiled awkwardly.
"Smells like shit." he said under his breath before looking at Jisung behind her. "Dude, we talked about this. We cleaned this morning!"
"I swear I'll clean up the trash after!" Jisung hurried to response before closing back the door.
Hwayoung and Jisung were one heck of a duo too. While she was much more responsible than him, they were equally messy. Jeongin was not. He did not mind Jisung's room being disorganized, as long as he would help around the apartment. For that, he had to force him quite a bit. The only thing Jeongin didn't mind doing for the both of them was the laundry. First, it allowed him to get away from his friend who could be a lot to handle. Second, he liked chatting with Byeol, another student living in the same building. Third, it allowed him to see a freshman girl he thought was the prettiest he had ever seen. She might be the reason on why he didn't think of Hyunjoo as that attractive.
So, that day was no different than any other day. As he heard laughter coming from his roommate's room, he gathered his clothes and the ones that were laying around the living room. With that, he left to head to the laundry room. Byeol was already there when he arrived, looking at her phone as she waited next to the dryer.
"Hey, Innie." she greeted, her eyes still stuck on her phone.
"You're here early." he frowned, since he thought she had class at this time.
"I'm skipping today. I was not in the mood to fall asleep in my three hours class."
He nodded as he started to load the machine. She kept silence until he was done.
"Have you seen Hyunjin earlier?" the girl asked.
"We talked a little bit, yes. Why?"
She shrugged and looked back to her phone. "Nothing."
Jeongin rolled his eyes at her. It wasn't the first time she asked him about the tall man and it probably wouldn't be the last. He was about to respond, until his attention was taken away by the door opening. Just then, he exchanged glances with you.
And you simply froze, eyes wide open. Byeol looked back and forth between the two of you, but you didn't pay attention to her. Yang Jeongin was staring at you, this was enough to make you forget about your surroundings. Byeol ended up bumping her sides to Jeongin and he broke eye contact with you. She waved at you kindly and you gave her a weak smile before walking to the furthest washing machine from them.
"Is she new?" Byeol asked Jeongin in a whisper.
"No, I've seen her around. I think she's in my gym class but I'm not sure."
"She's cute." she said as she wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"So is Hyunjin." he smiled widely and her teasing grin dropped immediately.
"You're an ass."
"So are you!" he shot back.
The beep of her drying machine went off. She sent a glare to him as she took her clothes back.
"See you around, Yang." she waved at him.
"What?" he said in panic.
"What?"
"You're leaving me with her?"
She glanced at you. You were reading what seemed to be a school book as you sat on the ground, your back on the wall.
"Don't be shy, she seems nice. Besides, I have other things to do." Byeol pointed out.
He huffed. "Like watching your drama again?"
She ignored his comment. "See you later."
And then she left, leaving the man alone with you. You wanted to run away back in the comfort of your room, but your roommate, Sora, had invited her friend over and you weren't going to feel any better there.
"Hi." Jeongin suddenly spoke and you realized he was now standing next to you.
As you were still sitting on the ground, you looked up at him and your face became red. "H-hi." you managed to stammer out.
"I'm Yang Jeongin, I live on the second floor. How about you?"
His smile was too adorable for his own good. His eyes disappearing while dimples suddenly popped up on his cheeks, you found him so attractive. Getting up on your feet, you bowed slightly out of politeness.
"Y/N. First floor."
"Nice! What is your program?"
A good-looking man talking to you in the first week of school? That was already too much for you. Mumbling a quick sorry, you took off and left the room, heading straight to your dorm. Closing the door behind you, you found Sora and Chan chatting about whatever while you were out of breath. The girl had been understanding about your social issues so she immediately got up from her bed to check up on you.
"What happened? Do I need to beat someone up?"
"Woah, no one is beating anybody up." Chan exclaimed in panic from her friend's words. "Y/N, are you okay?"
"Someone talked to me." you said almost in a whisper.
"Were they rude? Mean? Insisting on something?" Sora asked in a worried tone. You shook your head as a no. "Just your social anxiety then?"
You nodded. "I'm sorry I worried you."
"Don't be sorry, I understand. Do you want me to get the laundry for you?"
"And I can leave if that helps." Chan offered.
With a small nod, they left your place together leaving you alone. You exhaled loudly in relief and buried yourself in your bed. This fear of people had to go away and frankly, you had nothing to be scared of. However, as you kept repeating yourself that, the image of your small figure walking in your high school hallways remerged. Yeah, maybe not now. This was something you could work on later.
Unfortunately, Jeongin didn't know about your... problem. He saw Chan and Sora come back to fetch the clothes you had previously left behind but you weren't there with them. He brought his things back to his dorm, trying his best to ignore his loud roommate laughing his ass off with Hwayoung, and went to his room.
Dialing a number on his phone, he waited for the other person to answer.
"Innie?"
"I scared her off."
"What do you mean you scared her off? Who are you talking about?"
"The cute girl I've been telling you about."
Seungmin laughed from the other end of the line. "Good going."
"No but I don't get why. I didn't say anything other than ask her name and what was her program."
"You have a scary face though."
"Dude, I was smiling the entire time."
"Well, you got her name at least. What is it?"
"Y/N."
"Ah, Y/N! She's a regular at the café."
Jeongin rolled his eyes even if Seungmin couldn't see. "Everyone on campus is a regular at the café."
"Right." he laughed. "She's very shy from what I've seen."
"So I've noticed."
"Don't overthink about it, I'm sure she just isn't used to cute boys like you asking her out."
"I wasn't asking her out and by the way you're talking about me, looks like you'd be the one who wants to date me."
"So much to cheer a friend up."
Jeongin chuckled. "Alright, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"
"Got your coffee prepared already."
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"Hi, Y/N!"
You jumped in surprise from the sudden voice. Looking around you, your eyes landed on Jeongin running to join you at your locker. Your breath cut short for an instant as he waved at you with a cute smile forming on his lips. You bowed lightly to greet him back but your sweaty palms were a sign you were very much not put together.
"I wanted to apologize for the other day. I was only trying to be a nice neighbour and I didn't mean to scare you."
Poor him. You couldn't help but feel the guilt take over you as you listened to his much useless apology. He didn't need to be sorry, you were the one at fault.
"It's fine." you replied in a small voice. "I need to go, sorry."
And you left again, closing your locker shut in one move before speed walking towards your next class.
Jeongin frowned as he watched your back. Was he doing something wrong? Sure, he wasn't that good with making friends but he did think he was nice enough with you. Trying to not question himself, he ran out of the school building to go start his shift at the local convenience store. His boss asked him to come in last minute to train a new worker and being the perfect freshman student he liked to present himself as – albeit not being anything close to the truth – he agreed immediately.
Walking in, he spotted a girl standing awkwardly behind the counter. She looked not much older than him but he could tell she wasn't his age.
"You must be Eunhee?" he asked which grabbed the girl's attention.
"Yes, that's me." she laughed in awkwardness. "And you must be Jeongin?"
"That's right! I'll be in charge of your training."
The first few hours consisted of Jeongin showing around the store and explaining a few tasks to Eunhee. Not wanting to put her on the spot on her first day, he let her unpack the boxes of new products to fill in the aisles while he stayed at the cash to serve customers.
"Changbin!" he called out to the man who was about to step out of the store. "Don't forget to ask Chan to come this time."
Changbin left with a laugh and this caught Eunhee's attention. She abandoned her cardboard boxes and went to join Jeongin.
"You've know the last five customers' names, how?"
He shrugged. "I've worked here since last semester, I recognize a few people. And I'm friends with some popular guys so I get to know many other students."
She nodded her head slowly. "And I just heard that you know Chan?"
He gave her a knowing look as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Are you interested in him?"
"What?" she immediately spilled out in defense. "No, I just bumped into him a few times, that's all!"
Jeongin continued to tease her. However, it didn't last long as she went to the back of the store to complete other chores. And just then, the bell rang which indicated that a new client had walked in and the man couldn't do much more than freeze in place. There you were, standing at the entrance as you looked around with lost eyes. Jeongin really started to wonder why you always seemed so scared, but then again, he was afraid himself to ask.
"Hello!" he welcomed you kindly.
Taken aback, you crisped as soon as you saw there was somebody staring at you. It didn't help that it was Jeongin, with whom you seemed to be encountering a lot lately. You bowed rapidly and ran behind an aisle to hide. You had two options : either you buy something quickly and leave or you leave the store right away even though you had just stepped in. Concluding that the second option would be even more embarrassing, you hurried to pick out random instant ramen cups with a few other snacks before dropping them all in front of Jeongin. He eyed your items for a moment and then started to scan them. You were growing anxious whether he was judging you for the amount of food you were getting for yourself or not.
"I like these too." he chuckled as he scanned your strawberry milk. "Good choice."
"Thanks." you mumbled.
He gave you a warm smile and went on with his task. Although you hadn't been the best classmate, he still remained extremely nice to you. It wouldn't hurt trying to open up a little, no?
"I'm in healthcare, by the way. You know, what you asked me the other day..." you trailed off, unsure if you were being weird or not.
His head shot up right away as you spoke. Was he dreaming? Were you really the one initiating the conversation?
"That's great! What year?"
"Freshman."
He grinned. "Just like me! I'm in specialized education."
Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you nodded your head slowly. "That's fun."
"Yeah."
And the conversation was cut short as you paid for your things and left with a small wave directed to him. You didn't wait to see if he waved back as you ran to your dorm to barricade yourself once again. To your luck, Sora wasn't home yet so you had the place for yourself. You were proud to have been able to chat more than what you thought to be capable of, but the loud banging in your torso couldn't be ignored. You were still insanely anxious and you hated it.
Walking to your nightstand, you opened the bottom drawer and took out a photo album out of it. You hadn't opened it in years and it was your aunt who insisted on you taking it with you. With a deep breath, you opened the first page and analyzed the figures of your parents holding you as a baby. They seemed loving in the image but you knew it was nothing more than a show they put on.
You flipped the page and then came upon a picture of your first day in kindergarten. While the smile on your face couldn't be wider, the bruise on your leg was so evident. The way your father held onto your hand would look normal if it wasn't for your fingers turning red from being crushed.
Next photo was of you with your neighbour that was slightly older than you. It looked like you were friends but it was far from the truth. He was your first bully and had picked on you for years until you finally convinced your parents to change schools. And then your experience in high school...
"I'm home~"
You jumped at the voice and close the album in a swift motion before hiding it under your pillow. Sora looked at you curiously until it changed to her nagging face.
"Y/N, I thought we agreed to look at it together when you feel ready."
"Sorry." you murmured.
Her shoulders dropped. "Don't be, it's alright. I just don't want you to react strongly to it without having anyone around in case you need help."
"I'll wait next time, I promise."
"Good." she nodded, reassured.
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A couple of weeks passed and you were discouraged to realize your semester might be even harder than the previous one, but that was on you for choosing to work in healthcare. Luckily for you, the lack of social interactions did help in focusing on your studies.
Yet, it didn't please your flatmate to see you submerged in your school books. Being the great friend that she was, she begged you to come eat with her for your lunch break.
So, here you were... In a crowded cafeteria, following Sora like a puppy while she laughed along with Chan. More focused on trying to not spill anything from your tray, you didn't participate in their conversation until you heard your name being mentioned.
"Y/N can do that." Chan said.
Confused, you looked at Sora for an explanation. "What?"
"Nevermind." she shrugged it off.
Chan nudged her and pointed to somewhere among the tables. "Hey, Sora, look. We should join them."
As you realized he pointed towards Jeongin who was sitting with a girl, your body stiffened. "I don't think we should do that." you said in a small voice.
"I thought you knew Jeongin and got along with him well." Chan frowned.
"We don't want to impose ourselves." Sora tried to back you up, well, you thought that was what she was doing.
"It can't be too bad. Plus, Eunhee is very easygoing. Let's go."
You really didn't want to go but seeing that there was nothing Sora could do to change Chan's mind (and you were definitely not going to try to protest), you followed along. You came face to face with Jeongin and had the courage to greet him with a small 'hey' before Chan asked them if you could join.
"I haven't seen you around much these days." Jeongin said to the older guy.
He munched on his rice before speaking. "Meetings and work... I can barely keep up with my own life to be honest. Student council is harder this semester. I believe it is because of the amount of new exchange students we got."
Jeongin nodded. "Well, as long as your grades are fine, I guess."
“Which makes me think of..." he started and turned to Eunhee. "I talked with Mrs. Ko.”
“About?” the girl asked in confusion.
“About you.”
She choked on her food and Jeongin was quick to pat her back to soothe her. Your gaze drifted away from the scene, not wanting to interrupt what seemed to be a personal moment between them.
“What do you mean, me? What did I do?” she asked after calming down.
Chan laughed nervously. “She asked me if I’d be interested in tutoring you.
The two other girls started to laugh which grabbed your attention again, meeting eyes with Jeongin in the process. His face was as red as yours and it did reassure you in some way.
"What’s funny?” Chan turned to the two of you.
“I mean, do you even have time to tutor? You barely have any time for the guys and I.” Jeongin answered before looking back at you.
You tried really hard to look away but the sweet smile he had could not be ignored. Luckily, Sora came to your rescue, consciously or not, as she asked about some random things. He coughed to break the weird ambiance and continued to eat in silence, leaving you to chat with your friend.
There was a reason why you preferred to eat alone with Sora, and Jeongin was the proof on why so.
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Jeongin let out a long exhale as he stepped on, yet again, another one of roommate's socks. He didn't even know why he bothered trying with Jisung anymore, it always ended the same. He let out grumbles as he picked them up and threw them in his basket. Hearing Hwayoung let out giggles from the other room, he closed his eyes shut in annoyance. He liked both of his friends, but dear God, they were something.
Walking down the stairs, he got to the laundry room where no one had started to use them yet. Good, Jeongin deserved a break. Loading up the machine, he turned on some music on his phone as he wasn't going to bother anyone. He whistled to the melodies peacefully and quickly put everything in the washer. He had previously done a load of black clothes so he moved these to the dryer, still humming happily to his music. As he was about to settle on a chair to wait, he heard another sound that didn't seem to be coming out of his phone nor his own mouth. Pausing the song, he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, trying hard to figure out what this noise was about.
A small whimper was all it took for him to realize someone else was in the room. Not only that, they were crying.
You were crying.
Shit, did he scare you again? Carefully, he followed your sobs and easily spotted you sitting on the floor, leaning on one of the machines. You were curled in a ball and your face was buried in your knees. Though he couldn't see your face, he knew this was probably a sight you didn't want people to see. He could have easily left you alone but something in him told him to check on you.
"Hey." he said softly as he crouched down to be at your level.
Your body froze. You thought you were alone, you made sure you were alone. Well, crying in a common area wasn't your best idea either.
"Hey." you mumbled before another sob took over in your throat.
He immediately scooted closer and rubbed your arm. He let you cry a couple of seconds more until he asked "It's silly to ask but are you alright? Do you need anything?"
Thinking for a second, you ended shaking your head as a no. "I'm not fine but I will be."
He wasn't convinced at all. Standing up, he walked towards the door. You, of course, thought that he didn't want to waste his time on you and that he was leaving. But what he did next surprised you. Taking a key out of his pocket, he locked the door and came back to sit next to you. You looked at him curiously, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
"I figured me seeing you like this is embarrassing enough, so..." he explained shyly. "If you want me to leave it's totally-"
You allowed yourself to smile a little. "I could use some company."
He nodded slowly. "If you don't mind me asking, what is it? I'm a good listener, you know?"
"Nothing much, my father reached out to me, that's all."
You surprised yourself by even telling him this brief piece of information. He seemed to appreciate your trust as he hummed for you to continue. You weren't certain if you were supposed to say anything to him. He was still a stranger to you, but a damn attractive one. And from the past interactions you'd had with him, he was nothing but a sweetheart. Having one more person to lean on other than Sora wouldn't hurt.
"I haven't had the best childhood, let's say. I was... rounder than I am now so I got picked on as a child. I did lose a lot of weight in high school but it was apparently too much because I was mocked for having the skin to the bone... And my parents were never the best to me so-"
You coughed on your own words, not being able to finish your sentence. He didn't try to make you speak more and gave you a empathic look. He hesitantly pulled you closer to him. While this took you by surprise, it felt so comforting. Still shy, you snuggled a little into him, your cries eventually toning down.
"Has it stopped?"
The whisper from his part startled you but you couldn't ignore the care you heard from his tone. Hesitantly, you nodded your head.
"Then, why are you crying now if things are better?"
You bit your upper lip as you looked away from his direction. "It's not that..."
The silence after that was all it took for him to get that you have shared enough. He allowed himself to scoot closer and turn your face to his with his hand. You body tensed again but for different reasons this time. You never noticed how good-looking he was. Well, you did, but you had a good close up to his features now. You gulped out of nervousness.
Just as you started to think you had been staring at each other for a bit too long, a loud ring came from the dryers. Jeongin backed away with a cough and stood up to check what it was.
"I assume this is your machine?" he said as he stopped in front of the dryer you had previously loaded.
You joined him and thanked him before starting to fold your clothes, putting them back in your basket. You hurried to do so as you still felt his eyes on you. Clumsily, you bowed to him while muttering out a "thank you for earlier" and rushes to the door.
Jeongin chuckled upon seeing your struggle to open a locked door. "Here." he said before coming to unlock it.
"Right." you laughed awkwardly before stepping outside.
"Wait." he called out before you were completely out the room. "If you need someone to listen or to hang out with, I'm only a floor above your place."
You sent him a smile. "I'll consider it."
And you left.
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Minho repeatedly threw his grapes up in the air before they lended in his mouth. He munched happily while Sora was laughing her ass off, a little too much in your opinion.
"Y/N, your turn." he said with a mischievous smile as he held up a grape.
You didn't mind Sora having a new friend, but you surely would have preferred to have Chan around. Minho was fun but could be a bit much for you. And considering the repeated calls you were getting from your dad for the past few weeks, you would have been more at ease with only Sora around.
"No." you shook your head to his offer and he sighed.
"Come on, Sora did it. Your turn."
"No."
He gave a look to your friend and she shrugged. "She doesn't want to, it's fine."
He pouted but was quick to be distracted by Sora holding his hand. The dynamic between them was so weird, you felt like you weren't supposed to be there. She assured you he was only a friend but the way they looked at each other told you otherwise.
Discreetly, you took your tray and went to find another place to eat alone. The time being the common break, there was little to no space available for you. Since Sora was that busy with her not-boyfriend, you took the sandwich with the fruit punch juice box and left your tray next to the trash bin before heading outside. There were still chances that the café was filled but at least there was going to be less people, less noise.
Walking in, you were immediately greeted by Seungmin's hand wave. He was already chatting with a girl so you didn't interrupt them. Scanning the place, you saw Chan who was studying with Eunhee and, a bit further, you spotted Jeongin. His eyes focused on his screen, he frowned as he continued to type on the keyboard. Your feet already were moving towards him before you could even think and you found yourself standing in front of him. Having his earbuds plugged in, he didn't hear you but you still allowed yourself to sit at the chair opposite to him. That's when he finally realized there was someone joining him.
He blinked a few times before taking out one earphone. "Hi?" he said, sounding more like a question than anything.
"There was no place left and I figured you wouldn't mind if I sat here."
"Of course I don't mind." he confirmed. "Aren't you with Sora?"
"She was with Minho and we both know how they have been recently."
He nodded his head slowly, still confused by your presence. "And your next option was me?"
You shrugged because you weren't even sure yourself on why you walked to him. Again, your body moved by itself.
Jeongin offered to get you something to drink but you refused, telling him to focus on his school work instead. Still, a couple of minutes later, Seungmin came with two coffees. It was his break and he was originally going to drink one and give the other to Jeongin but seeing you with his friend, he gave up his drink to give it to you. Although you argued with him to keep it, you gave in because why would you say no to coffee.
"I think I deserve a break from this." Jeongin exhaled as he shut his laptop closed. "I've been working on this paper for hours."
"What is it about?" you asked.
"The teacher gave us an example of a situation we could potentially encounter when working with children with special needs and we have to explain how we'd react and interact with them."
"Fun." you commented before taking a sip of your drink.
He let out a chuckle. "Not so much. How about you? Healthcare must be demanding."
"We have a week or so before the finals start so it's okay for now. I don't have much to do other than studying, anyway."
"I see."
There was then a comfortable silence settled between you two. As you finished your drinks, you both opened your computers and studied for the next hour or so. Glancing at each other a couple of times, it was nice, For the first time, you felt like you didn't feel like you absolutely needed Sora around to be calm. This was a good thing with her being busy with Minho. Plus, it couldn't hurt to have a friend other than her.
"I have a shift in ten minutes." Jeongin said as he started to put his things in his bag.
"At the convenience store?"
"Yeah, I'm starting to be broke from how many drinks I pay for here." he let out a laugh. "This was nice, by the way."
You smiled. "It was. We can do it again another time."
"Sure. Uh, can I have your number? Not in a weird way, of course. Only so we can contact each other if needed."
You blushed a little but still gave him your number and he gave you his.
"Have fun at work." you said as he was getting up.
"Thank you." he smiled widely.
You watched him get out of the shop and sighed loudly. You were proud of yourself. Most importantly, you really liked the boy. As a person, of course.
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"You'll come, right?"
You hummed, not even having heard what Jeongin asked you. The next weeks since that day at the coffee shopp were mostly the two of you studying together, sometimes walking back to your dorms together. Other times, you'd meet at the laundromat or at his job to chat some more. This time, since summer was nearing, you went outside so he could hang his sheets to dry while you sat on a bench to read and study.
"Y/N, you're not listening." he sighed.
You hummed again. "Yeah, yeah."
He gave up on hanging the blanket and came to sit with you. "You're stressed about the exam, aren't you?"
He wasn't totally wrong. You had been anxious about it for days now, but you had also answered one of your father's calls by accident the day prior, causing your mind to drift away. That forced you to actually speak with him and let's say it didn't go very smoothly. Having left your parents to live with your aunt instead, they separated and your mother moved far from the family home. That might have made your dad realize how abusive he was towards you and your mother as he had nothing left but it didn't mean he automatically stopped being so. The call was short but harsh. He wanted you back home, but you said you would never go live with him again.
"Y/N?"
"What?" you said as you finally woke up from whatever haze you were in.
"Are you alright? You've been a bit off since we got here."
You shook your head. "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep quite well."
He took the book from you and you huffed, offended. As you tried to get it back, he stood up and extended his hand to you instead.
"Take a break, come on."
"No."
"You need to. Come."
You rolled your eyes but took his hand nonetheless. He put your book away and led you to where he was only minutes ago. You helped him with hanging his bed sheets and assumed he was also cleaning Jisung's since there were more than one person would need.
"You're oddly quiet today."
"I always am."
He had to give you that, you weren't the most talkative person he knew but your aura was off. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"You're lying."
"Maybe."
He chuckled. "I'm serious, I'm here if you need to spill out whatever is bothering you."
You sighed. "Nothing important, my dad called me again. That's all."
"Well, that clearly did something to you. What did he want?"
"It's nothing, I swear."
He gave you a look. "Y/N."
"Just... He asked if I could live with him again."
He scoffed. "He has some guts to ask this from you."
Jeongin had been informed of your abusive relationship with him, not from you though. Sora told him in case something happened because she wasn't around as much and she still cared about you. Of course, you were extremely hurt she would tell him such things without your consent but with how well Jeongin took it, it didn't last long.
"I said no and hung up."
"Good." he nodded. "Now, forget about it and help me with this."
You looked at the pile of pillowcases and started to hang them. From afar, you saw Hyunjin coming home, probably after a class as his backpack wasn't even closed fully. Upon seeing the two of you, he joined you and gave a side hug to his friend.
"Have you seen Byeol today?" he asked.
You both shook your heads. "I have not but I can tell you if I do see her." Jeongin said.
"No, it's alright. We haven't had time together lately, that's all."
"Aren't you two living together?" He got a nod from Hyunjin as an answer. "Odd... By the way, are you coming to Chan's party?"
"I don't think I will. Hyunjoo wants me to but I would rather stay home with ice cream and a good drama."
You smiled weakly. "That's kind of sad." you commented, surprising both men.
"As if you were going." Hyunjin said, perking an eyebrow.
"I might go. Sora asked me to and Jeongin is definitely going... It might be good for me."
Hyunjin frowned. "Uh, that's a first that I'm hearing from you. Well, I'll leave you two, I still have a sculpture analysis to finish up."
"Good luck!" Jeongin waved as Hyunjin went inside the building. "I really wonder if Byeol will be there... Eunhee too... Or anyone." he laughed a bit.
"Ask the whole school while you are at it." you joked.
"I just might" he joked back. "It's the party of the year before the summer break, of course I want to know will be there. I'm surprised you want to come, by the way."
"That much?"
He tilted his head to his side. "Come on, I thought I'd have to force you out of the dorm."
"You won't need to."
You laughed and went on with your chore. Another comfortable silence settled as you both hummed to the music he had put on his phone. As you were minding your own business, you heard Jeongin let out a loud gasp.
"Oh my, this blanket is so soft! Why does Jisung get to have nice stuff?"
You chuckled. "Is it that nice?"
"You bet it is!"
In a matter of milliseconds, he engulfed you with it, throwing it on both of your heads. Your heart stopped working as you took in the proximity of your bodies. You didn't know whether the smell was him or the blanket. Regardless, it smelled amazing and the fabric was, indeed, very soft.
"Yeah, it's very nice." you managed to say in a small voice, avoiding his eyes at all costs.
"Yeah." he said quietly, a gulp following. "I'm glad we are friends."
You ignored the squeeze in your chest that you had no idea where it came from and smiled. "Me too."
And with that, he brought you closer into a hug. It felt nice having him this close. He was warm and comfortable.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
You jumped away from Jeongin as you heard the voice. To no surprise, Jisung was smirking at you in a teasing way. Jeongin cursed him out, insisting that he goes away. He did but didn't forget to tease you some more as he stepped inside.
"I'll let you two have a moment, lovebirds."
With an awkward cough and a face as red as a tomato, Jeongin tried to ignore what had just happened by giving you the last pillowcase you need to place. You followed his behaviour, acting as if nothing was going on, but you most definitely wanted to ask him what it meant. Or that could wait. Yeah, you would wait.
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Sora asked you thousand of times if you were sure you didn't want her to wait for you before going to Chan's place but you assured her you would be fine. She was needed there in advance and you preferred not standing awkwardly as her and Chan were setting everything up for the party. You had picked out an outfit with her before she left and you were now staring at it, wondering if you made a good choice.
As time passed, you set your mind on stopping to stall and you changed clothes, got your purse, and left your place. Luckily, Chan's apartment was near yours so it didn't take long until you got there. You were both glad and dismayed by that as it meant you were getting closer to seeing Jeongin. Your heart was pounding more and more as you approached the front door. Hesitantly, you finally knocked on the door, Changbin greeting you with a hug. You didn't even know him that well but hugged him nonetheless, despite being rather uneasy by the gesture.
It wasn't the first time you went there. Sora had dragged you a few times in the past so you knew your way around. Still, with the amount of people there was already, you felt a little overwhelmed. It was almost to the point you regretted coming. That feeling, however, was long gone as soon as you spotted Sora. She was already chatting with some people you didn't know so you restrained yourself from joining her, until those people left. With no hesitation, you sat with her on the couch she was at and she welcomed you with a hug.
"I'm surprised you found you way here that easily!"
You rolled your eyes. "I might be shy but I'm not stupid. Why are there so many people, anyway? Who are those people?"
She laughed. "People Chan know, some others who invited themselves... I don't know them much either."
You looked around and saw a couple of other students from your classes but most of them were older. You frowned when you didn't see Minho around. You would have sworn he'd be glued to Sora if he was here.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
Her cheeks turned pink. "Not here yet. And he's not my boyfriend."
"Sure thing..."
Chan arrived soon after with an extra drink in hand for you. "I think this might be light enough for you. I don't know what you like."
"Thank you." you smiled but choked on the liquid as you saw Jisung and Jeongin following behind.
The two men got comfortable and they sat beside you. They waved at you and you waved back in a very shy way, more than usual.
"Sora, I need held with the snacks if you don't mind?" Chan said, gesturing for her to follow him.
You pleaded for you friend to stay with your puppy eyes but she gave you a small smile before walking away with Chan. You huffed and took a sip of the liquor.
"What is this even?" you muttered under your breath.
"Give, I'll tell you." Jeongin said as he took the cup from you, tasting it.
You didn't think you said it loud enough for anyone to hear and you watched him as he frowned, trying to figure out what was your drink. "I mean, it tastes good but-"
"Sangria, I think."
You nodded. "Good? Bad?"
"For a starter like you, I'd say good. I got tired of it eventually but it's still an acceptable choice."
"I'll have to thank Chan for that."
He smiled. "He wasn't to give you something you wouldn't like, I'm sure."
"Right, he isn't like that." you chuckled. "So, how were your finals?"
Jeongin let out a breath. "Demanding but I'm just glad it's over. I hope I passed."
"Same for me. What about you, Jisung?"
The boy looked up from his phone and grinned. "I'm convinced I passed with flying colours."
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you." Jeongin shrugged.
"Why is that?"
"Your mind was focused on Hwayoung mostly."
"So, Y/N." Jisung changed the subject quickly. "Do you have any plans for the summer?"
You shook your head as a no. "I'm going back home with my aunt but I will probably get a job and work full time. Other than that, sleeping?"
This made Jeongin smile. "Will you have time to hang out then?"
You looked at him curiously. "With me? You and I? Together?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. I'm sure we can find things to do, yes."
"Am I late?" a new voice said.
Eunhee smiled at the three of you as Jisung let her sit with him. "“We pretty much all came in advance. Minho, Hyunjin, Byeol, Hyunjoo and Felix are missing.” the latter answered.
"Felix? The brownie guy?" you asked Jeongin.
"I'm surprised you know who he is."
"I might not talk to people but I listen. I tasted those brownies, even. Not going to lie, they are a delight."
He scoffed. "Are they?"
"Yes. What is it? You don't like them?"
"No, they're good. But would you be willing too taste mine?"
Jisung sent a look his way. By then, Eunhee had vanished and he was alone again. "You bake?"
"I do."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"I swear I do!" Jeongin protested.
Jisung rolled his eyes and went to get another drink. Being alone with Jeongin, the two of you continued to discuss about everything and nothing. He left to get you more alcohol a few times but he spent the whole evening with you. And the more time you were together, the more he was moving closer to you and you to him. You never drank much in life but the little amount you'd had so far was enough to give you a confidence boost.
"You're the first person who is this kind to me." you suddenly said.
It took him aback but he smiled nonetheless. "How can I not be?"
"Oh, come on. I'm not that interesting. I ran away from you the first times we spoke."
"Fair enough, but if I'm being honest, I thought you were very pretty."
Your eyes went wide immediately. "You what?"
"I still think you are. I don't know, you were intriguing. And then we started to talk and your whole being was just so... How can I say it? Mesmerizing."
You mind spiralled around a hundred of times and you couldn't even form a proper sentence in your mind; a result of both the alcohol and the shock you were feeling. As you were about to let out incoherent words as a response, he kept on going.
"Your journey itself is quite something and with how far you've overcome your struggles... It's impressive."
"Thank you." you said although it sounded squeaky as you were still baffled by his words. "I don't know how to react, honestly. While we're at it, I thought you were quite charming yourself."
He chuckled out of embarrassment. "I don't stand out much compared to my friends, I can assure you."
"Yeah? Then how did I notice you so easily?"
This caught his attention. His eyes moved slowly to meet yours and you were dumbfounded by how pretty they were. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your hair to you nose, and then to your lips. You coughed and looked away. You weren't sure why you weren't giving yourself in but you were annoyed with yourself for doing so. That's pretty much the only thing you had in mind since you met this guy; kiss him. So why couldn't you do it?
"I never got the chance to tell you how thankful I am for what you have done for me. And that time in the laundry room, I'm glad you caught me crying."
He grabbed your hand and your body tensed again. "And I'm glad you trusted me enough to open up."
You looked at him again and, this time, he was much closer than you had anticipated him to be. And, this time, you were physically incapable of moving away from him. He didn't let go of you, determined for you to stay. Not pulling away, you gave in and made the first move by laying a small kiss onto his mouth. His grin got even wider.
"You kissed me."
You hummed. "I suppose I did."
The harmony of both of your chuckles felt like music to his ear. He leaned in again to kiss you once more. However, as his lips were about to touch yours, a loud yell was heard from the kitchen. You jumped away from each other, startled, only to understand it was Sora and Chan arguing. Most of the people partying stopped what they were doing to listen, you included. Changbin was trying his best to keep the party going.
"Should I go help her?" you whispered in Jeongin's ear.
He shook his head before taking your two hands with his. "We should leave."
"But-"
"They'll be fine. Plus, I'd love to have some time with you, alone."
You could feel the heat rush to your face. You nodded shyly in agreement and it was all it took for him to lead you outside. As the door closed behind you, he grabbed your waist. Pulling you closer and closer to his body, he didn't waste another second before finally kissing you again.
You didn't know for sure if all of this was going to work out. One thing was sure, you were head over heels for him and he seemed to be just as much as you were. Maybe even more.
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Chenle and Jisung X Sleeping Together In Bed
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[Chenle]
I can see Chenle being the type to bring every needed thing to the bedroom. The water jug, a 100 snacks, a knife for sandwiches, the whole kitchen to be honest. 😅
Likes to ask cheesy questions about your day and how your coworkers are doing, etc.
Likes to steal the cover so he can sleep right up under you.
Steals the pillow and throw it on the floor so you would use his arms as pillow.
Kisses you at least a hundred times before you guys actually go to sleep.
Ends up having a pillow fight because of a topic you both didn't agree on.
His loves to grab your butt and massage them in his hands.
His favorite sleeping position is between your legs.
Likes for you guys to sleep in bed bare-behind naked. He likes the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. 😏
You guys will most likely ended up fighting who gets the remote.
He rubs his hand up and down your back when he knows your close to falling asleep.
He loves calling you cute and playing with your hair. 🥰
He LOVES pillow talk.
Since you will be sleeping naked it give him an excuse to touch anywhere he please.
The way you and Chenle would end doing the deed. Is you disagree with him on anything that he knows he right about for a fact! Man will be punishing you for your behavior. 🤧😳🌶
Loves listening to the sound of you breathing.
Most definitely will be watching you while you sleep.
First thing in the morning he needs a kiss. 💋
[Jisung]
Likes to cuddle and watch tv
The cover he's willing to share, even if he most go without.
Likes to wear matching pj set to bed.
Will keep his body at arms length unless you tell him to come closer.
Likes to watch TV before bed. Especially the cooking channel.
Will bring some water and a bag of chips, saying this is the safest thing to eat before bed.
Likes to caress your face and tell you your cheeks are chubby and cute. ☺
Will try his best to keep it PG-13 the whole night through. But does it work? 🤷🏽‍♀️
Likes to warm his hand by placing them on your boobs.
His favorite sleeping position is close is being the big spoon and cuddling you.
Loves cockwarming or just basically teasing you until you give in. 🌶
He likes when he lays his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as you tell him about your day.
Sloppy kiss are a must throughout the night.
Whispers sweet words in your ear and expects you to go to bed without receiving another. 😤
His hands will end down your pants one way or another.
Likes to place kiss on your knuckles in an absent mind way.
Will play the game while you read a book or do something else.
Shy when it comes to seeing you naked.
Night time is when he has the most energy so be ready to be rutted into as if it's mating season or something. 🤌🤣
Upsetting him is like release a different side of our dear baby. His lose all the shyness, he becomes bold, and he will be cussing you out while you're face down in the pillows. 😫
Author's Note: Sorry this coming out so later. I have been extremely busy with Youtube and moving. So I truly am sorry for making you guys wait. Also, it may not be good as the others because I literally just woke up and wrote this and it 10:26 and I suppose to be sleep. Anyway, enjoy this piece of trash and I'll see you later 😘.
~his-royal-tea
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mornings with DICK are usually a slow start, at least for him. he most likely would be sleeping when you're getting ready for the day, having only gone to sleep a few hours earlier. on those days where you have to leave before he can get up, you usually a mug out for him to make coffee, and (with time permitting) small, heartfelt notes of "i love you"s, "have a good day"s, and cartoonish doodles.
but on those few days when you both don't have impending responsibilities in the morning (with these being far and few in between), you both sleep in a bit and sort of take your time getting out of bed. you both would share giggles, exchange glances, share the softest of kisses; during these moments where you wish time would freeze, you always somehow find yourself holding him (and him holding you at some points), drawing invisible musings on his arms with your fingertips, and gently losing yourself in him. even when one of you try to leave the comfort of your shared bed, the other pulls you right back in.
"five more minutes," dick would say.
he would have his pleading, yet drowsy half-smile, while he gently held and tugged at your hand so that he would not lose you to the day.
"five more minutes," you would repeat, as you slide back underneath the covers, returning to your earlier position with your arms wrapped around him.
for BABS, she would probably get up before you to start working, gently and quietly slipping out from under the covers without too much of a sound as to let you sleep for another hour or two. when you do get up and see her bathed in her computer’s glow in the darkened room (despite the sun desperately attempting to peak in) you would move around the apartment opening up the windows/curtains and making her some breakfast (as she most likely only had coffee)
"good morning, love" you would say to babs with your slightly husky voice still waking itself from slumber as you place her warm cup of coffee (just the way she likes it) next to her and plant a kiss to her temple.
"'morning. sleep well?" she would respond. and the two of you would share a gentle chuckle, the morning conversation rolling into what babs was up to so early, what you each had planned for the day, and any thought that came to mind. she would stay typing away at her computer, sometimes silence or her (very entertaining) quick quips following her while you would start on some chores, watch tv, do some of your own work, or read a book.
in this way, the two of you would mindlessly talk to each other throughout the morning while you both did your own things together.
like babs, I think JASON would also be the one that gets up first. he would wakes up hours before you, because he had this terrible habit of using the night for naps and the afternoon for sleep, unless you hold him close to your sleeping form the minute he finds himself under the covers at night.
in the morning hours, though, he would mostly be doing random chores and errands. he says he does it to "fill the silence until you're awake," but you suspect it to be an entirely different reason. in actuality, jason is still learning how to love. by doing little tasks--washing the leftover dishes, taking out the trash, picking up the mail, tidying up your shared living space--he tries to not only busy himself but to show you his love, as if through the simplest of actions like wiping clean the kitchen counter, he places little reminders that "yes, I am here! yes, i love you!" of course, he would never tell you this real reason
when you do wake up, you would find him already working on breakfast, a silly apron you purchased on impulse draped over his robe. you would slowly, groggily make your way to jason, who stood by the stove, where you would hum good morning and maneuver around him to make yourself some tea. as you would wait for your tea to steep, you would turn to him, take off his reading glasses (yes! his reading glasses; you find that he wears them to read the instructions on the boxed pancake mix as well as his latest literary endeavor, which sat alone on the small dining table) and place a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose.
from there, you find the morning blurred with your shared laughter in the kitchen, not because someone made a joke or did something funny, but because in the face of a love like this, laughter is the only answer.
CASS's mornings with you are bit different from the others. with her, you both generally find each morning to be lazy, late mornings where both you don't get out of bed until around noon. especially since she works late into the night and with either you working afternoon/evening shifts or your classes starting late in the day, you and Cass always have mornings free to catch up on each other's presence missed from the day before. 
when you both do eventually roll out of bed, you find so much of your mornings to be shared--if not sitting or laying down next to each other, its spent dancing around one another. you both end up in your cramped bathroom, with her in the shower and you brushing your teeth or doing your morning skincare routine (and setting out some for cass too). you both waltz your way into your kitchen as you both decide on what to eat, whether to cook something or pull at the store bought breakfast items (it usually ends up being cereal, but you both love to dance around the idea of something new and fall back on each other)
at the end of it all, the two of you end your morning dance with bowls of colorful cereal in hand either on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table or on each other, watching the latest installment of the telenovela cass loves, or on the fire escape watching the clouds move across the sky at their slowed pace as the neighbors and stranger pass by street corners.
I think, for the most part, all their morning routines would be accidental, but they eventually became so essential to the day that its absence might ruin it all. even in their accidental nature, it was also very purposeful 
cleaning out my old inbox, thank u for the ask @70shorror <3
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efingart · 6 months
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JWIN Deleted Scene 1
It's been a while, hasn't it? I was looking to write something Frank a week or two ago when a friend suggested writing a deleted scene from JWIN. To keep me on track. I've got some smart friends huh?
Anyway, here you go. You only have to have read up to Chapter 7 (either version). Not highly edited, kind of written on vibes.
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The shell made a satisfying splintering sound before he crushed it between his fingers. He removed the peanuts, placing them in the palm of his other hand as he discarded the rest. Then, he popped the nuts into his mouth. The movements were done absently, as his eyes were glued to the television in front of him which was currently broadcasting the Phillies’ game. Before he even stopped chewing he plucked another peanut from the bowl and began the process again.
Truth be told, he wasn’t even that focused on the game. It was just something to look at, clear his mind of all the usual thoughts, stop it from wandering to darker things. He did like baseball, but his life was so busy, so unpredictable, it was hard to follow closely. He relished the moments he could catch a game and not have to read about it in the next day’s paper. But that’s when he was stateside. Good luck even trying to figure out the scores outside of the US. Even the year before, he hadn't known they'd won the Series until he got home a week later and saw the remains of dirty confetti that still littered the streets after the parade.
He dusted his hands off in his jeans and picked up his beer. The broadcast had gone to commercial, so he took the opportunity to scan the bar. Even though he wasn’t actively paying attention, he always had some kind of idea of who was coming in and out of the place. Constantly aware of who was around him. It was instinct, like knowing the distance between his spot at the bar and the nearest exits.
A couple walked up to the bar and stood close to him. Nothing remarkable about them. They ordered their drinks from the bartender and took them back to their booth. As they moved away, his eyes fell on a book on the floor. It was wedged between the stool and the front of the bar. He leaned over, long arms able to reach it without hopping off the stool. He again glanced around the bar to see if the owner would make themselves known.
But no one reacted. No one ran back in, breathless, realizing they had forgotten their book. Almost surprising anyone would notice it was gone, maybe relieved to not have to lug the heavy thing around. He moved to flag down the bartender. Maybe they had a lost-and-found they could keep it in. But the title caught his eye. The cover was a little different, but he recognized it.
In that moment he was transported back to a tiny apartment in East Berlin.
“You can borrow that if you like. It’s good.” “Not sure if I’d have the time to read it and get it back to you.”
He sucked in a breath. In the end, it was she who didn’t have the time.
He wondered if she got through the stack of books. Were they still waiting for her to finish them? Stacked neatly on that small table off her kitchenette? Or had some other officer taken over her apartment and tossed them? What happened to any of her stuff? She didn’t have any family. Were they donated? Probably trashed. Probably trashed all of it. The books, the clothes. That sweater that used to annoy her because it never stayed in place.
Wonder if Adler or Sims kept any of it. They’d have been the only ones who might want something of hers. Knowing them, though, probably not. You start collecting stuff you can’t bear to get rid of it. Then, your home becomes more of a memorial. A place to remember the dead instead of a space for the living.
And what if he had taken that book from her that day? Having a piece of a dead person like that. A physical reminder shoved in the bottom of his duffle. Forgotten about it until he had to do laundry when he made it home. He made it home.
How come he gets to live when everyone else around him keeps dying?
He set the book on the bar and flagged down the bartender. He ordered another beer, and when it came, he hopped off the stool. He tucked the book under his arm and took his beer to a booth. He sat down and placed the book in front of him.
For the space of a few sips of his beer, he sat there and stared at the cover. Then he opened the book, wincing as he accidentally cracked its spine, and began to read.
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I know you are a very busy person, but if you have some time I'd love to read your thoughts/insights on Scribner. I have the free trial sitting on my PC and I opened it once and it scared me away when it wasn't just a blank word document waiting for me to start typing (I know this is the point of it but clearly I was not prepared).
Like. WTF do you DO with all that stuff? 😅
I want something that will help me keep character info and drafts and outlines organized (if...you know...I ever actually started doing that stuff).
Am I in the right place? Do I just need to suck it up and, like...look at it better? ?
Help me softest-punk-kanobi, your my only hope.
Never too busy for you my dear <3
Okay so I use maybe like. 10% of the features of Scrivener. Other people use a different 10%. That's kind of the point of it, there are so many features that no one would use them all but there are a bunch that are handy.
Okay so allow me to provide an illustrative screenshot to start with.
This is the binder for my Sandman ~200k omnidoc
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With the Witcher AU open so you can see the second tier of organisation. As you can see every story has its own folder, and then inside that folder I can nest other folders. This is super helpful for organisation and allows me to jump around between stories as I like in a single document which, despite being 207k as of today (with a further 71k in trash) loads instantly, which is one of the big advantages imho. Scrivener loads lightning fast regardless of size of document, which is a huge advantage over Google Docs which struggles after 10k or so.
With that illustration in mind, Features I Actually Use:
folders, separate scenes, and nested folders, as above—this is handy because I can jump between sections while I'm writing or editing and immediately find the bit I want without having to scroll through half a novel at a time.
(this is also super helpful for structure and I've definitely made use of folders to act as a reminder of how plot structure is meant to go before)
the split screen feature, which I use for revision because it allows you to view two documents side by side. This is also useful for plans, and I get a TON of use out of it for essays which I realise is not your use case but it is really handy to be able to put notes and essay side by side to work from
the full screen writer feature. no distractions. typewriter scroll. bliss for writing sprints especially
research and trash sections. it's very handy to have a separate section for research (and you can make as many of these as you like, as well as nested folders etc.) and a trash section that remains part of the file so that if you decide you need something from the trash later it's at your fingertips. this also makes editing easier because you can cut freely and aggressively without fear
customisable icons. you can see there I've got a few folders marked with an envelope, which indicates that they have been posted. I also use custom icons to flag scenes that need work, or which are key in some way, or to indicate unedited/edited so I can see what I'm doing at a glance
Of all this the key thing for me and the thing which makes me use Scrivener is the ability to keep separate documents for each scene within the same document. The binder is my true love.
Some features I don't use but think are cool:
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the index cards storyboard feature, as above! Every scene gets a card and you could absolutely use them like physical index cards (which I also do not use but wish I did because they make me feel like a Real Writer)
the ability to add notes or tags to scenes in the information panel. you could for example tag every appearance of a character, or an object or whatever to keep description consistent, or add editing notes-to-self, or whatever. it's effectively a digital margin in which to scribble.
script and assorted manuscript formatting—I don't write scripts and I don't finalise professional work in Scrivener, but you absolutely could, it's got the features for it if you were inclined
There are dozens of other features I have either not touched or discovered, the point I would like to make here is that you don't need to use all of them to make it worthwhile imo. Again, the binder is the thing I love about it and I'd be happy enough if that was the only thing it had.
The other thing is! It works the same on my phone and tablet and syncs reliably between them w/Dropbox (a free account would be more than sufficient the files are tiny). This was a much bigger selling point in The Before Times when working in a coffee shop was a good and reasonable idea and I travelled regularly but now that I spend significant amounts of time bed-bound the ability to work on whatever I'm working on in bed on my phone is great/outright sanity-saving. This only applies though if you're a Mac + iPhone user (no joke I have a Macbook and an iPhone and indeed an iPad specifically because Scrivener works better on it. I am thrilled with this decision for other reasons but it's why I switched from Windows/Android, I am v. serious about my devotion to Scrivener.)
I do think it's something you get the hang of as you play with it. There are definitely instructional videos on YouTube but like all instruction manuals of all kinds I've never looked at them. Playing with it is the way to figure out how to make it work for you imho.
What I will also recommend is that if you're going to buy it, ask your friends who do NaNoWriMo for their discount code. We do not believe in paying full price for anything in this house.
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pairing: Female Reader x Kim Namjoon word count: 946 warnings: angst, post break up series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜
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"I love you Namjoon."
Your last words still rang strong in his mind even after three years had passed since he last saw or heard from you.
During those years his main focus was his career, doing everything in his power to make sure everyone would forget about you and not harass you or your family - serving also as a way to distract himself.
But it's in the moments where all is calm and quiet and he has time to himself that his thoughts and memories of you are stronger.
He missed you - your voice, your smile, your eyes, the way your body seemed to fit perfectly with his as if two pieces of a puzzle, how you could calm his over-reacting mind especially after a stressful day, how being in your mere presence would light up his entire world…
It was worse in the beginning - would barely eat and sleep, focusing most of his mental energy on writing lyrics that would be thrown in the trash at the mere remembrance of you. Every time he closed his eyes memories of the times you spend together invaded his mind and would abruptly wake him, to which he would cry silently until either falling back to sleep or getting up to start his day.
The rest of the members had tried their best to help in any way they could think of, from giving Namjoon time and space to get himself back on his feet to receiving an earful once he got too lost in his thoughts and damaged himself.
He appreciated their concerns and he knew they were acting like that because they were worried about him but a lot of the time, he wished they would just leave him alone, wallowing in self-pity as you haunted every second of his life - moments where he didn't have to pretend that everything was fine.
Moments where he wasn't RM, the strong and dependable leader, but Kim Namjoon, the man left broken by the breakup that cost him a future with the love of his life.
Moments like right now…
He was walking around the park for a while now, trying to distract himself of thoughts of you and in search of inspiration for a new song. The sky was gray, looking like it could rain at any moment. He kept his eyes on the ground, watching his every step as he walked without a real direction.
Namjoon had gotten better at not thinking about you all the time, mostly because the stress from work kept him busy, but that hadn't stop the thought that, maybe, just maybe, he had choose wrong when he picked his career over you.
He would often imagine what his life would've been like if he had chosen differently…
His brain told him that it wouldn't have worked - your life would be filled with bullying and death threats, accusing you of breaking up BTS; you would agree with the comments and blame yourself; maybe he would grow to resent you, as would the other members… hell, what would he even be doing for a job?
His heart, however, told that everything would've worked out - you would've gotten married as soon as everything calmed down; maybe with a child on the way; the members would be understanding and supporting of his decision; you would get through the hard times together…
Namjoon stopped as he felt raindrops fall on him, it felt as if God himself was saying that he should stop thinking about such nonsense.
He sighed, honestly in doubt on if he actually believed in these scenarios or was fooling himself into believing them.
If he could only see you one more time, just one more time, that was all he was asking.
Then, as if to curse or bless him, there you were.
You were sitting on a bench, staring up at the sky, most likely wondering if the rain was going to pick, and looking just as beautiful as he remembered.
The eyes he stared into and see galaxies in them, the lips he kissed so deeply until you both ran out of breath, the body he grasped so close to his until there was no space in between, the hands he hold close to his heart…
…Used to, he reminded himself, it was all in the past now.
He was frozen in place, scared that the slightest movement would reveal that it was all a dream, all the while you remained unaware of his presence.
He wanted to see if you were really there.
But before he even had a chance to move, someone else got to you first.
A child, that didn't seem to be older than three, ran up to you and showed you the flowers it had picked while you were distracted by the weather, a smile gracing both of your faces.
Both of you were so caught up in your own world that neither noticed him, as he stood there in shock staring at you, mouth agape, and his thoughts running wild. Had he heard the child's words correctly?
As the rain started to fall you were quick to pick up the baby and walk away, carrying the infant tightly in your arms to protect it.
You never noticed that he was there but the little girl in your arms did. As you walked the child peeked behind your shoulder, her eyes landing on him. She waved her tiny arm at him and he waved back as tears were starting to well up in his eyes.
Namjoon was sure that he would never forget the words that were breaking his heart in even more pieces:
"Mommy"
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