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lymmsweb · 4 years ago

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Hi can you do an angst(can be fic or headcanons) where levi s/o went missing for like 3 years while they are expediting with a large group ofc, but one time when they(scouting legion) went expediting again, one member found a human bone remaining with scouting legion jacket which happen to be levi missing S/o

I'm so sorry if this is hard to write, feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel like writing it!

Ahh this has been in my request inbox for almost 10 days! I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long :(

This doesn't say where it is in the timeline, basically I don't say any of the main casts names so you can put it in anywhere in the timeline that you’d like.

And I’ll be using the they/them pronouns for Hange <3

Levi finding his dead s/o’s scout legion jacket on an expedition

Gn!s/o

Angst (kinda, i tried my best)

Tw: Mentions of your death, Descriptions of blood

Words : 944

“Yeah, yeah I'll be fine. I love you!” Those were the last words he ever heard from you.

The image of you plagued his dreams, the last time he saw you. It was either that or seeing his friends being ripped apart, he was stuck in a loop of pain whenever he fell asleep. It had been 3 years since the last time he saw you, 3 years of loneliness.

“Levi, we're heading out.’ Hange softly reminded him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was mindlessly staring at his horse. They knew how hard it had been after your disappearance, he wasn't the saw afterwards. He was more closed off towards everyone, even to them and Erwin. He had not dared to love anyone else, no one could replace you.

“Yeah i know four eyes.” He grumbled back at them, coming back to reality. With one swift jump, he managed to get ontop of his horse and adjusting himself in the saddle. He lightly squeezed the horses sides, making it trot to the front of the gates and in front of the scouts. Hange joining him by his side.

As the gate opened, a frown was placed upon his lips. ‘How many deaths would there be this time?’ ‘How many people will be sent to their death because of him?’ These thoughts ran through his head as the horses began to gallop at full speed, never once did he lose his balance ontop of that horse. The large field met him, the ruins of old houses that once were inhabited by life now turned to nothing more than rubble.

As each Captian and their squads split off from the large group, he continued straight. Straight to the forest, the forest where he last saw you.

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“Y/N...they never came back. We don't know where they are, we searched hard for them but we couldn't find anything, we couldn't even find a body sir.” A scout informed him, he was sat in his office at the time. Those words would be the ones that would plague him for the next couple of years.

“Okay... get out.” He said in a sombre tone, fighting back tears. He couldn't let anyone see him broken, unfortunately, they listened and left him alone.

That night he had a panic attack, he wasn't able to breathe and was shaking violently. Tears came falling out like a waterfall, his throat was dry. He never knew that his body was able to produce him this many tears.

Hange was the first to comfort him, they tried their best but they to were in pain. They loved you dearly, you made Levi’s world a bit happier, and helped him through the troubles of his past. You made them happy too, you were their sunshine too.

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As they entered the forest, he jumped off of his horse and propelled himself into the trees. If it wasn't for the cruel world that they lived in he would've considered the view a calming one. The wind hitting his face, his hair flowing rapidly in the air.

A 7meter titan caught his eye, he had a mission to do. As he quickly looked around his surroundings to make sure that no other titan was near, he hastily killed the titan. With one swift slash to the neck, it fell to the floor with a thud. He had done this a thousand times before, he was humanity’s strongest soldier, so why couldn't he protect you? Landing on a tree branch and stared solemnly at his bloody sword, it was starting to evaporate, you must have had a painful death. Everyone who loses their life to the titans dies as their limbs get ripped apart, how he wished you were here with him.

“Captain Levi, I think you need to see something.” A soldier landed next to him, his hands bloody too. As Levi looked at his face, it was covered by an unmistakable emotion, sadness and regret.

“Is it that important?”

“Yes sir. Follow me.” Usually, Levi wouldn't agree to but something in him told him that he had to go along. As they soared through the trees, eventually landing on the ground. The trees looked massive on the ground, they towered over him, as if mocking him for his height. Levi brought his attention back to the soldier, he had walked off a couple of meters, to the bottom of a tree.

“Captain, this...” He saw what he was crouching down next to “this is Y/N’s.” The soldier looked back at Levi, pointing at the scouting legion jacket. It had your initials sewn on the edge of the jacket, you had your friend sew it on since you kept on mixing it up with someone else's jacket. It was covered in blood, dried up blood. He slowly stepped towards your bloody jacket, it had not evaporated. Therefore it was your blood.

Levi knelt next to the man, tears threatening to escape his eyes. As he lifted it, something shiny glistened in the daylight, catching both of their eyes. He focused his gaze on that, it was a ring. The man picked it up, inspecting it, it too was covered in dried up blood.

“Pass it to me.” He ordered in a shaky voice, even his voice was now betraying him. As he passed it to Levi, his eyes widened, now flooding his cheeks in tears. It was the ring that he gifted to you on your 1 year anniversary, you would wear it everywhere. He brought it up to his middle finger, he was wearing a matching one. Even after your disappearance, he never took it off, nevertheless, they were the same.

“Thank you.” He quietly thanked the man, at least now he could get some closure. He held your jacket to his chest and put on your ring, he choked on his sobs, you were really dead. His heart ached, he would never get you back. He was cursed with losing all the people that he loved.

A/N : this is my first time writing angst, it's very bad but I hope you liked it to a certain degree. I also changed him from finding bones to finding a ring since I couldn't really think of how you can identify a loved one with one of their bones. <3

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vangoghmusings · 5 years ago

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muted. | present mic x reader

a/n: hello! this is chapter three of “muted.”! i upload primarily to wattpad (@/vangoghpoets) but i update here too! this chapter is a little bit long but i hope you guys still enjoy it! also, my inbox is open and i am currently taking requests <3

previous chapters: chapter one chapter two

The sunlight streaked across the room, its bright rays hitting your closed eyes. You hummed softly, not remembering your bed feeling this luxurious. As you shifted awake, your head began to pound.

“Ow,” you mumbled, holding your head in your hands as you sat up. As you rubbed your temples, you heard snore beside you. Your eyes shot open to see Hizashi Yamada, the Present Mic, sleeping soundly.You sat in shock, your hand covering your mouth to stop you from screaming. Still shocked, you looked down at yourself.

I’m naked. Oh my god, I’m naked.

You turned to look at Hizashi, who was shirtless. You gulped, praying to God that he wasn’t naked as you lifted the sheets to check.

He’s naked. Oh my god why is he fucking naked? His dick is kinda big though- wait what the fuck am I thinking?!

You took a deep breath and tried to collect your thoughts despite your pounding headache. You blinked realizing you were hung over. Suddenly the nights events flooded your mind as you tried to remember as much as possible. Frankly, you couldn’t remember very much. You wanted to cry. What if you lost your job because of this before you even got started. You searched the room, taken aback by how big it was.

Does Hizashi live in a mansion?

You looked at the floor, your clothes no wear to be found. You bit your lip trying to hold back a fearful whimper. A gold wrapper on the floor caught your eye. You slowly crawled out of the bed, trying your best not to wake Hizashi. Your eyes widened at the sight. You stared down at the Magnum condom wrapper in size XL. You stared at the wrapper in horror.

Oh my god. We fucked. I fucked Present Mic. AND PRESENT MIC WEARS AN EXTRA LARGE CONDOM!!

You put your hand on your heart and took deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. You turned to see Hizashi, still sleeping soundly. You snuck into his closet, which seemed like an entirely separate room. You swear you had never seen so many leather jackets in your life. You quietly opened a door, having luck and finding a pair of boxers.

“These should do,” you muttered under your breath. You eventually found a drawer full of t-shirts and pulled out a “PRESENT MIC: CLUB WORLD TOUR” shirt.

“Cocky bastard,” you mumbled to yourself while slipping it on. After walking out of the enormous closet, you snuck out of his room. Your shirt and clothes were no wear to be found, so the only option you had was to hunt through what appeared to be a mansion. You stepped out of the room and into a long hallway. You walked down the hallway, expensive art pieces of musicians lining the walls. Your jaw fell when you entered what you believed to be a living room. The walls were ceiling to floor windows overlooking the city of Tokyo. The room was furnished with expensive leaver seating and a grand piano. You looked around at the awards and photographs that sat on the shelves. You stepped and felt your feet on the softest rug you’ve ever felt. You looked down at the authentic fur. Hizashi was filthy rich, and it wasn’t hard to tell. You covered your arms shyly, looking out at the city below.

“Like the view?”

You whipped your head around to see Hizashi standing in just boxers, his blonde hair completely down, glasses sitting on the brim of his nose. He looked so calm; it made your blood boil.

“Mic, we are in deep shit-”

“Mic? I thought I told you to call me Hizashi.”

You rolled your eyes at his nonchalant attitude.

“Hizashi, I could lose my job because of this!” You walked towards him, anger in every footstep.

He gave a puzzled look.

“Why would you lose your job-?”

You grabbed his wrist angrily, dragging him back to his room. You grabbed the condom wrapper off the floor and waved it in his face.

“This! This is why I could lose my job!” You took a deep breath before whisper shouting at him, “We-we had sex Hiashi! I just met you!”

A sly smile came across his face as he gently pulled your hand out of his face, which was still waving the condom around like it was evidence of a crime.

“Damn I wished I remembered it.”

Your eyes widened, “Hizashi this isn’t funny! I don’t want to lose my job the day after I started it!”

He looked down at you calmly.

“I won’t let that happen.”

You sighed.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You shook your head and looked down at your feet, your stomach churning from the events that had folded in front of you.

“Whatever happened last night, we are never doing again. Got it?” You glared up at him.

He raised his hands as if to plead his innocence.

“Got it.”

“I’m going home.” You huffed as you began to walk out of his room. You were yanked back by Hizashi’s hand around your wrist.

“Those are my clothes.”

You looked down at yourself, wearing a pair of his boxers and his t-shirt. You gestured to his closet.

“I’m sure you won’t miss them. You’ll get them back once you find my clothes.”

You yanked your arm out of his hold and stomped off.

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You sat in the Uber, anxiously waiting to arrive at your apartment. As soon as the car pulled up to the building, you gave the driver a rushed thank you and ran out and up to your apartment.

You ripped the clothes off, anger lingering with every toss of fabric. You stepped into the shower, practically burning yourself with the water. It seemed be an attempt to wash off all whatever Hizashi and you had done together. You let the hot water beat against your head, shutting your eyes tight in thought.

How was he so nonchalant? How was he not freaking out like I was?

You sighed and tilted your head up so the water hit your neck. You know Present Mic was known for being the bachelor hero. A new girl every night, and he fully took advantage of any damsel in distress who wanted to repay him. More thoughts crept into your head as you rubbed your eyes.

Was he always like this? It was like he didn’t give a single care that we had gotten blackout drunk and fucked.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel and wiped the steam off of the mirror. Your eyes widened in horror. Your chest, collar bone and neck looked like multiple vampires had attacked. The hickeys and bite marks were bright purple, raw from the hot water.

If there are this many on my neck, there might be some elsewhere.

You fearfully took your towel off, closing your eyes in anticipation. You opened them, just to be flooded with another wave of shock. Your breasts, underboob, stomach, hips, thighs (both inner and outer) where decorated with what seemed like millions of hickeys. You turned to see a massive purple one on your butt.

Really?! I look like a fucking leper!!

You were furious. More than furious, you were fuming. It seemed as if steam was coming out of both your nostrils and ears. You wrapped yourself back up in the towel and stomped to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting on your bed, dialing Hizashi’s number. Your leg bobbed in angry anticipation for him to pick up.

“Miss me already-?”

“HIZASHI YAMADA I LOOK LIKE A GODDAMN LEPER! WHO COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?”

Hizashi pulled the phone away from his ear, wincing at the curses and rage spilling through the phone. He was impressed at how loud you were, only to cringe once again at you calling him a man whore.

“Hey hey hey, I am not a man whore.”

He heard you scoff.

“Yeah right. Hizashi, I’m covered in hickeys. I look like I got the pulp beat out of me!”

You heard him chuckle.

“THIS ISN’T FUNNY-” “Y/n relax, go put a spoon in the freezer.”

You paused.

“What?”

“I said go put a spoon in the freezer. Once it looks all frosty, you can put it on the bruises, and it’ll help them fade. Then you can put green concealer on it. If you don’t have any I can buy some for you-”

“I can buy it myself, thank you very much. I’m not a fucking charity case.”

The line got quiet.

“I didn’t mean it like that-”

“It’s fine y/n, I get it. I’m sorry.”

Beep.

You looked down at your phone, seeing that he had hung up. You sighed, guilt creeping in from all the foul things you called him. You stood up and walked to your kitchen, grabbing a large spoon and shoving it in the freezer. You went back to your room, plopping down at your vanity. You went through your makeup bags until you found your old green concealer. You looked down at the little tube of makeup, remembering the countless times you had to use it thanks to your ex.

You set it down and bit your lip.

I probably shouldn’t have called Hizashi a man whore.

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lililiyababe · 6 years ago

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sugar, spice, and everything nice || y.jh

→ pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

→ genre: pastrychef!reader x barista!jeonghan/fluff

→ warnings: none! just pure fluff

→ word count: 5.3k

→ summary: when you opened up your dream bakery, you were certain that you were the happiest person in the world. but that all changed when a particular barista with sugar-coated words somehow made your life impossibly sweeter.

→ a/n: ahhh little anonnie you have no idea how much you made my day!! this was my first ever request and i was SO excited to complete it. hopefully i did your idea justice!! as always, dear readers, my inbox is open to more requests if your heart’s desire. in the meantime, enjoy!!

The first thing that Jeonghan noticed about you was the passion that twinkled in your eyes and the flour that was smattered in your hair. The small bakery across the street—your small bakery—had only opened a couple weeks ago, and already the town was alive with a buzz, raving about how delicious your pastries were. Luckily for him, he could spot the delectable desserts that left your doors through the windows of the cafe he worked at, and they were indeed tempting. That particular day, Jeonghan’s sweet tooth had gotten the better of him. Why not go inside and check it out before my shift starts? He thought as he peered through the glass, It’ll only take a minute.

Unbeknownst to him, that was the first of many lies Jeonghan would inadvertently tell himself in regards to you.

As the sweet smell of dough baking in the oven and the chatter of hungry customers flooded your senses, you smiled, but it was no ordinary grin. No, you were beaming from ear to ear, watching the chaos that ensued around you with a proud gleam in your eye because it was your chaos. Your dream was finally falling into place after years of hard work and dedicated practice, and you could not be more thrilled with the outcome. Sure, it wasn’t perfect; there was always room for improvement and growth, but now that you could successfully share your passion with your friends and neighbors, you had no complaints. You simply allowed yourself to be consumed by the thrill of it all—the quick footsteps that are required to navigate around a small, fast-paced kitchen, the blur of customers as they line up and leave in the blink of an eye, the comfortable pain in your cheeks as you laughed while whipping batter and frosting cupcakes. You were happy, unbelievably so, and you didn’t think that it could get any better than this.

Of course, you were wrong. You didn’t know the true meaning of happiness until you saw it reflected in his dazzling smile.

In all honesty, you didn’t notice him at first, sitting at the table closest to the counter with his cheek resting against his fist, a small smile adorning his delicate features as he studied the display of sweets behind the glass. He had definitely noticed you, though, for the beauty that resided within your lively irises would have been impossible for him to miss. He didn’t have to utter a word to you to know that you were born to run this store because the expertise that rolled off your tongue as you helped a struggling coworker was unlike any other. He could have sat there all day, staring at you, save for the fact that he needed to be at his own job across the street in ten minutes. With that in mind, he stood with a quiet sigh and made his way to the end of the line, his eyes never leaving your figure as he contemplated which treat he would try today.

“I can help whoever’s next!” You voice rang out, and for some reason, a wide smile tugged at the corners of his pink lips as he made his way to the register.

“Hi! How are you today?” You smiled at him, and even though he knew it was a formality, he couldn’t help but notice that his heart had skipped a beat as your gaze locked onto his.

“Hi,” he spoke a little breathlessly before clearing his throat and trying again. “I mean, thank you. I’m...really good, actually,” he smiled sheepishly and ran a hand through his silky caramel locks.

But before he could continue, a frantic voice shouted your name, drawing your attention away from him and towards the mess that the kitchen staff was making with a malfunctioning electric egg beater. Panic consumed your lovely features as you ran over to help, throwing a quick apology at Jeonghan as you fled back to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, sir! Someone will be with you in a moment!” you yelled over your shoulder, and he could hear you ask someone named Lillian to take your place at the register. Much to his discontent, she obliged and pleasantly took his order, but he couldn’t refrain from nosily peeking over her head in hopes of catching another glimpse of you before he left. His efforts, however, were in vain; you were caught up in your work, and he was caught up in the sweet melodies of your voice as you calmed the frazzled nerves of your coworkers.

Then it’s decided, he told himself as he slipped out of the bakery doors with his bag of fresh cream puffs tucked underneath his arm. I’m coming back tomorrow.

It was a rainy morning, the March weather finally giving way to it’s stereotypical behavior as the afternoon slowly began to approach. You didn’t mind the showers, however, for there was something serene about listening to the raindrops tap against the windows of your bakery. On a typical day, there was so much chatter that you could barely hear your own thoughts, and while you were elated by the success that you’ve had in recent weeks, you gladly accepted the break that the dreary skies provided you. You told your staff to take their lunch break earlier in the day than usual so that they could be back before the rush started. This meant that you were left alone for the next forty-five minutes while they ate. In the meantime, you busied yourself, wiping down the tables, sweeping the floor, and munching on a cookie or two. Just as you began to wonder when they were coming back, the bell to the front door chimed, indicating someone’s arrival.

“Hey!” you spoke with your back turned to the door as you swept some dirt into a small green dustpan. “I just checked in the back, and we’re kinda running low on butter...I know you just got back, but since we’re not busy—” You froze in the middle of your sentence because, as you turned around, the realization struck that you were staring into a set of eyes that definitely did not belong to one of your employees. Rather, they rested upon the face of a boy about your age—a customer. “Oh god.” Your cheeks tinted pink, and you let out a breathy chuckle, momentarily allowing yourself to be influenced by the amused smirk that was tugging at his plump cheeks. At least he has a sense of humor, you dismally thought as you shook your head at your own stupidity. “I’m so sorry, I—”

“It’s not a problem,” he said softly as he leaned against one of the tables. He was tall and lean, you noticed from your spot on the floor, and as he looked down at you, a wisp of his brown hair fell into his eyes. He was good-looking, you decided, not that it really mattered because he would only utter a couple words to you before slipping out the door he had just entered. You offered him polite smile and swiftly stood, practically jogging over to the counter so you could take his order and shake yourself of the awkwardness that followed you. “What, uhm, what can I get you today?”

He hummed and tilted his head to the side as he thought, his golden brown eyes skimming over the menu board that was displayed behind your head. Cute, you thought while watching the gears turn in his head with a smile, but you were thrown completely off guard by the question that followed. “Well...what do you like to eat?”

“I’m sorry? What?”

His smile only brightened. “If you were in my shoes, standing here about to order, what would you get?” He was staring directly at you, and while you admitted you were slightly charmed, you were also confused as to why he was dragging this process out. You had things to do, a business to run, and he must have noticed the crease in your brow because he simply chuckled and shook his head. “Do you...not eat your own food?”

For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up in an blush, and words quickly tumbled out of your mouth in a hurried effort to explain yourself, “Well, I, uh, I’m pretty busy around here so I don’t eat much. I-I do try new recipes before serving them to customers to ensure that they are the best quality, and sometimes I snack on cookies—”

“But what’s your favorite?” He asked innocently, and you could have sworn that he was batting his eyelashes, causing you to shift you gaze away from his intoxicating features and toward your shoes. You glanced up at him and noticed there was something unusual glimmering in his gaze, for he now had the pleasure of watching you contemplate an answer.

“I don’t know...I guess...” You glanced at the display shelf and nodded as if you were reassuring your own thoughts. “Our chocolate cupcakes are pretty good. In fact, I just pulled them out of the oven about ten minutes ago.”

He was digging into his pocket before you could even finish your sentence. “I’ll take two of those, then.” He seemed almost proud of himself as he retrieved his card out of his wallet. “One for now, and one for later.” He chuckled, but judging by the excited gleam in his eye, you doubted that he was actually joking.

“You know,” you retorted with a smile, “if I weren’t such a greedy business owner, I would warn you that consuming so much sugar in one day probably isn’t good for you.”

He scoffed, shaking his head and allowing his beautiful hair to fall into his eyes once more. “Trust me, I’m a barista. My body is very much used to being abused by unhealthy amounts of sugar and caffeine.”

“Oh really now?” Your humored him with a laugh as you placed his cupcakes in a small container.

“Yeah. Actually, I work at that cafe right there.” He pointed at the building across the street. “You should come in sometime. Ask for Jeonghan.”

There it was again—that smile. That smile with something compellingly rare in it’s fabrication. That smile that, although only seeing it a handful of times, made you falter slightly and compelled you to stop in your tracks just to admire it for a moment. It wasn’t simply cute or charming; it was beautiful in every sense of the word, and it brought about a smile of your own that Jeonghan swore was crafted from the stars themselves by how brightly it shined.

“Maybe I will, if I ever get out of here,” you joked while handing him his cupcakes.

“I guess we’ll have to make time then.” He winked in the cheesiest way, at which you laughed and shook your head at his awful attempt at being cool. Nevertheless, you were intrigued, and you were sure that’s what he wanted, so in a way, it was a smart move on his part. As the lunch crowd began to fill up the bakery, though, you quickly forgot about the pretty boy with kind eyes and his words that were delicately crafted to gain your attention. Meanwhile, Jeonghan had spilled two cups of coffee because he his mind was preoccupied with the sound of your laugh and how he’d give anything to be the cause of it once more.

The next time Jeonghan saw you, it was later that week inside his own cafe, and he nearly tripped over his feet when his eyes landed upon your figure. You were wrapped in a heavy coat—today’s weather was particularly frigid—but he knew it was you bases on the twinkle in your eye and the way that you busied yourself on the phone. He caught snippets of your conversation, something about a cake decoration request and whether or not your bakery offered delivery services, and he smiled. Even when you weren’t inside the wall of your bakery, you were always working. He bounced slightly on the balls of his feet as he whipped out orders at the speed of lightning; he figured the faster he served the other customers, the sooner he would be face-to-face with you once more. You still hadn’t hung up the phone when you finally did reach the front of the line, instead politely ending the conversation with the inquisitive customer before shutting off your phone and sliding it into your pocket.

You hadn’t even uttered a word to him, yet Jeonghan’s heart was beating out of his chest. “Hi,” his sultry voice pulled your attention away from the menu that was placed on the counter and directed it immediately toward him. He was slouched over again, his head resting in his hand, and he couldn’t help the giant grin that took over his features as he watched recognition spark to life behind your gaze.

“Oh, hi. er...” He noticed you falter, taking his smile with you as his name rested just out of memory’s reach. Your features morphed into the similar look of embarrassment that they wore during your last encounter, and, in response, Jeonghan merely cleared his throat and adjusted his name tag.

“Jeonghan!” You exclaimed with a little too much force, making him chuckle at your relief. He wondered if you were easily embarrassed, the prospect of discovering more nuances to the person who had been holding his attention for the past couple days thrilling him slightly.

He simply hummed in acknowledgement while his soft eyes shamelessly drank in every detail of your delicate face. “You look pretty today,” he muttered while tracing invisible shapes on the counter with his index finger. With a little smirk, he watched your eyes widen, probably slightly baffled by the sheer amount of confidence the boy in front of you was exuding.

“Oh, uh, thank you...” you stumbled over your words, which Jeonghan, of course, found incredibly endearing. “Are you like this with all your customers?” you joked with a slightly forced chuckle. “Is that how you get so many tips?” You rocked the jar that sat on the counter gently, the coins inside jingling as if to prove your point.

“Maybe,” he laughed. “Or maybe I just know beauty when I see it...” At that remark, you scoffed, but he could see the red that adorned the tips of your ears. However, he decided he had teased you enough for now, so he stood up straight behind the counter and tried his hardest to remain professional as he took your order. You rattled it off without hesitation, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you had been in here previously, if he had somehow missed you walking through those doors countless times before now. No, he decided, there’s no way I could have missed a face like that.

You were preoccupied on your phone again while you waited for Jeonghan to prepare your drink when an idea struck him. Perhaps it was crazy, maybe a little too forward, but Jeonghan was never one to allow small anxieties to prevent him from fulfilling his own wishes. Ten digits were scrawled across your plastic cup in messy Sharpie, complete with a rushed signature and a message that simply read Feel free to call me <3. A proud smile tugged at Jeonghan’s lips as he called out to you, the lovely rhythm of your name enhanced by the sheer joy that he felt pooling in his stomach. He was going out on a limb, and, in all honesty, he should be petrified; yet, for some reason, the thought of your eyes skimming over his words only piqued his excitement.

You took the cup with a shy, unsuspecting smile and a small thank you, your fingertips brushing against Jeonghan’s hand as you placed a small tip in coins into his palm. “Keep the change,” you muttered. He opened his mouth to speak, to attempt to charm you once more with genuine words from his heart, but the cash register demanded to be attended to. A group of teenagers had entered, and he couldn’t risk ignoring them no matter how badly he wanted to.

“Wait.” His voice was steady, but he was practically pleading you with his eyes. “Please, just...I’ll be right back.”

And you nodded, slightly unsure of yourself, but you nodded nevertheless and that was good enough for him.

However, he wasn’t surprised by the crushing disappointment that stung his heart when, after what felt like forever making decaf coffee for giggly thirteen year olds, he searched for your familiar face and was simply met with empty space. A work emergency, you would later tell him, but Jeonghan feared that his chances with you were slowly slipping away from him before his very eyes.

Today was horrible. You had decided that this morning when you somehow slept through your alarm, but unfortunately that was only the beginning of your troubles. Customer service was not always cheery smiles and gratitude—you learned that today when a customer was so upset with her pie that she deemed it appropriate to throw it onto the freshly waxed floor in a fit of rage. After that incident, your day was officially ruined, and the only glimmer of hope that you had of saving it was the knowledge that you could go home, crawl into bed, and scroll endlessly on your phone for hours until the images of that horrendous lady were the furthest thing from your mind.

Or at least, that was the plan, until your car broke down on your way home.

Honestly, you weren’t too surprised, considering that your car was fairly old and was practically falling apart at the seams, but the timing was so inconvenient that when you lifted the hood only to be met with a cloud of foul-smelling smoke, you shouted and kicked your front tire. This, of course, accomplished nothing except sending a shooting pain up your foot. A million different curses flew out of your mouth, and you limped to the backseat in search of your purse. Upon finding it, you fished out your phone, only to discover that it, too, was dead.

“Great. Just lovely.” you griped to yourself, and it took all of your willpower not to throw your phone onto the hard concrete out of pure frustration. “Well,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Guess I better start walking.”

You were lucky; there was a gas station a mile away from your car. It wasn’t the best quality, with rust painting its metallic exterior, but as the harsh wind slipped into the gaps in your winter coat, you figured going inside was better than freezing to death. The screeching sound of the old door welcomed you, and immediately you were faced with disappointment. Not a soul lingered within the abandoned gas station, and upon facing this realization, you began to pace with your arms folded over your chest and a scowl plastered onto your face. You were about to start your trek back to your car when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Can I help you?” A boy no older than twenty had appeared behind the front counter, and despite being a good five feet away from him, you could smell the marijuana stench that radiated off of him as if you were a drug dog. Nevertheless, you approached him, telling yourself that you would take any help that you could get.

“Hi, my name is Y/N, and my car broke down like a mile back. Do you know anything about cars or have a charger or anything that I can use? My phone is dead, and I don’t really know how I’m gonna get home...“

He stared at you blankly, his bloodshot eyes hardly registering your presence as you spoke to him. After a solid minute of this, he finally commented, “Shit, man, that sucks.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply in an attempt to keep your composure. “Yeah...” you said with a sigh. “Yeah it does. And I’m guessing even if you could help me, you’re way too stoned to even comprehend half of what I’m saying, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he laughed, despite the lack of amusement in your tone, and you groaned in response, throwing your head back as all hope fled from your heart. You were definitely going to die here, you had decided, when the cashier slumped forward. “Uh, but we do have a phone if you wanna try that.” He offered you a dumb smile, but you harshly shook your head, practically feeling your last ounce of patience leave your body as he guided you to it.

It was an old payphone around the back that you were genuinely surprised still functioned properly, but, as you suspected, the stoner guy did not have any change for you to use. So you were forced to dig through your purse, praying that there were some spare coins hidden at the bottom. You practically danced with joy when you found the correct amount laying next to a piece of paper with a familiar number scribbled across it—Jeonghan’s. You had transferred the number from the cup to a spare receipt after you had finished your drink with the intention that you would text him when you got home and explain why you had bolted, but that was four days ago. In all honesty, you had forgotten about the incident, but with the wave of remembrance came a wave of guilt. Before you even had time to process your actions, your hands were moving, slipping the coins into the slot and bringing the receiver to your ear as you shivered in the cold of night.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of the time, or even thinking at all, before calling him.

“H-Hi, Jeonghan? It’s Y/N.” Your teeth were chattering, and you tried your hardest to repress the urge as the wind gradually imbedded itself into your bones. There was a small silence, and panic consumed you. You didn’t know why you had even bothered to dial his number, for after introducing yourself, the sentiment behind the call escaped you. Although your original goal was to call someone for help, the idea of Jeonghan discovering your current situation made your stomach lurch, partially because you feared he would try to help and you didn’t wish to inconvenience him, and partially because of the sheer embarrassment that consumed you at your own stupidity. You really didn’t want to be the type of person who only called someone when they needed a favor, so, despite your urgent need for warmth and a tow truck, you kept your mouth shut.

“Y/N...” He was smiling, you could hear it in his voice, and despite the ache that settled in your cheeks from the cold, you also found your lips also stretching into a wide grin. “It’s late, you know.”

“Y-yeah,” you sighed as another violent shudder racked your body. “I’m sorry.”

There was another pause and a drastic change in Jeonghan’s tone. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer than before, and you winced at your obviousness.

“Mhm. I just wanted to c-call you up and see how you’re doing and...and apologize for r-running out the other day. It was a work emergency.” Your fingers shook as you tightened your jacket around your torso, but it was to no avail. You knew that you had to be quick, for both the payphone itself and your tolerance to the midnight wind limited your time severely.

“Are you outside?” He muttered, and the concern that laced his tone provided some warmth to your chilled cheeks. “You sound cold. Shouldn’t you be at home?”

It had only taken him a couple of seconds to discover the secret that you were desperately trying to conceal, especially since your teeth were beginning to chatter as you spoke. “Well, I, uh...My car broke down on my way home, b-but I’m fine! That’s not why I wanted to call you. I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t trying to ditch you the other day. I would h-have called sooner but I’ve been b-busy at work and everything—”

“Where are you?” Jeonghan’s voice had lost its sweetness, and instead the gravity of urgency entangled his words. You knew better than to argue, for your time on the phone was swiftly running out, so you simply listed off your surroundings as your fingers began to sting from the cold. “Okay.” You heard him sigh into the receiver, followed by a rustling and the jingling of keys. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Try to stay warm, okay?”

It had taken Jeonghan approximately twenty minutes to find you huddled in the corner of the grungy gas station underneath the heating vent, and despite the fact that his flannel pajama bottoms were sticking out from underneath his puffy winter coat, he offered you his hand with a soft smile. “Come here,” he muttered and pulled you close in an attempt to warm your shivering figure. As his hands ran up and down your arms and you curled into his chest, Jeonghan hoped that you couldn’t hear his thundering heartbeat and shaky breath. Meanwhile, you hoped that, beyond all reason, you could sit in this disgusting gas station just for a moment longer if it meant that Jeonghan’s fingers would continue to ghost over your skin.

The car ride to your house was a quiet one, the beginning mostly consisting of apologies on your behalf, but Jeonghan shut them down with a wave of his hands before they could completely leave your lips. His eyes never wavered from the road, and as you watched the moonlight pass over his feminine features, ease gradually replaced the anxiety and guilt that sat in your stomach. He hummed softly to the music that drifted out of the radio, and you turned it up in hopes of hearing his beautiful voice give into the temptation of the rhythm.

He sang so effortlessly, his sweet melodies causing your jaw to drop slightly. You fixated on the way his slender fingers tapped the beat against the steering wheel before closing your eyes altogether and allowing his voice to envelope you in a blanket of warmth. When his lullaby had died down and you opened your eyes once more, they latched onto the pair of rich chocolate irises across from you as if it were second nature. The car had stopped for a red light, you noticed, and rather than focusing on the road ahead of him, Jeonghan was enraptured by the way your eyelids fluttered shut and how the corners of your lips turned up into a smile whenever he held your gaze long enough. Even if the light had changed, there was nothing compelling the car forward, for the road was barren for miles aside from the two of you. It felt as though you had created your own small moment, frozen in time and hollowed out from the world outside of Jeonghan’s car. The air smelled of coffee and the faint musk of cologne as the two of you inched closer almost magnetically.

“Y/N...” He practically purred your name while reaching out for your hands, which rested idly in your lap. You allowed them to connect, a mellow form of electricity shooting from your palm where his skin brushed against yours. Jeonghan possessed this magical ability to quicken the speed of your heart while simultaneously calming the rush of blood that compelled you to flee anytime you weren’t engaged in your work. He was both your sedative and your stimulant, blurring your surroundings one moment with a smile and, in the next, everything was moving at the pace of molasses simply because you caught his gaze. And just like those drugs, Jeonghan was intoxicating, mysterious, addictive, dangerous—yet, in that second, you wanted him more than you ever thought possible.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” His silky voice interrupted your thoughts. You simply nodded your head, a pink heat rushing to your cheeks as you found his lips crashing against your own. Surprisingly, they tasted not of caffeine and artificial sweetener but of gentle breezes, of cloudless skies, of buttercream icing and pure ecstasy wrapped up into one beautiful package. His hands were still holding yours gently, a fact that you were reminded of when he squeezed them as he pulled away from you with a soft sigh. You were also breathless, both from the overwhelming emotions that tugged at your chest and the unexpected act itself stealing the air straight from your lungs. He was grinning cockily with his forehead pressed against yours, and you wondered how easily you could knock that smirk off of his lips using nothing but your own.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he finally confessed as his fingers slipped out of your grasp so he could tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His smile was dazzling as a result of his bravery, and in that instance, he had never been more charming.

“Well, what’s stopping you from doing it again?” you teased with a chuckle before closing the gap between the two of you once more.

The next morning, you awoke on your living room couch to find Jeonghan across from you, curled into a ball on the plush leather chair that sat on the opposite side of the room. After he dropped you off at your place last night, the two of you had decided that it was far too late for Jeonghan to drive back home alone, so instead you stayed up until dawn discussing every topic under the sun. That night, the two of you learned a lot about each other. You learned that Jeonghan was an intelligent, witty, talkative individual with a large group of friends that felt like family to him and a bewitching laugh that enamored you every time you got the pleasure of hearing it. You learned that he had a small diamond tattoo on his wrist because, as he put it, diamonds are only born out of extreme pressure, transforming into one of Earth’s strongest materials as a result, and that message reminded him to never give up no matter how difficult his struggles may seem. You learned that he loves the sensation of your fingers threading through his brown locks whenever you kiss him, and if he’s laying on your chair, such an action might accidentally put him to sleep. However, you didn’t mind; on the contrary, you found his short breaths and fluttering eyelashes quite adorable.

Similarly, Jeonghan learned a lot about you as well. He laughed at the work stories you told him about crazy customers or disgusting requests that your clients would sometimes demand of you. He held your hand as you recounted the recipes you taught yourself as a child and served to your family with a proud, lopsided grin. He stared up at the ceiling beside you as you spilled your heart’s contents to him—your past mistakes, your fears, your hopes for the future—while he echoed his back to you because there was something about lying on the floor at 3 a.m. that forbade him from withholding the truth. He didn’t even remember what time he had passed out or when the blanket that was draped around his shoulders appeared, but he did know one thing for certain. Out of everything Jeonghan had learned that evening, the most important fact was that fate truly did exist, because walking into that newly-opened bakery one random morning before his shift was one of the happiest coincidences Jeonghan could have ever hoped for.

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wildwesternwoman · 6 years ago

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To the Blue Jay (RDR2 Epilogue)

I have requests in my inbox and a five-page paper to write for class, but I had inspiration for this and couldn’t not write it. Please be warned, this is set during the epilogue so there are MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD for the main story.

Also, its somewhat Arthur Morgan x Reader, so a lot of angst. Enjoy!

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You never remembered it being this hot in Blackwater. The sun beat down hard on the top of your head as you rode up the main street of the town. Damn, how long had it been since you’d been here? At least seven, eight years. You tried not to think of everything that had happened since then, the sadness, the anger, the grief at the hand life had dealt you. So, instead, you distracted yourself with thoughts of the pretty necklace you left at the camp you and the gang had to flee. Reckon it was still there?

You laughed at the thought. There. That’s what you needed to remember. The good times, the silly times. Sean’s drunken shenanigans, Arthur’s gruff kindness, Hosea’s wise guidance. The things you loved so about the family you once had. Not to mention, the freedom you’d experienced the past few years. Things hadn’t necessarily been bad, you’d stayed on your feet after everything that happened at Beaver Hollow. You’d done some small robberies before finally making it to civilization – if you could call Tumbleweed civilization. It was still somewhere where nobody knew your name. After that, you settled down. Took on honest work. You’d worked on a ranch, at a saloon, hell, even in a bank. You found yourself chuckling every day at the irony of that. But you just weren’t happy out west. You’d heard talk of one Jim Milton hanging around Strawberry and Blackwater and couldn’t help but wonder if it happened to be another man you once knew with those same initials. God, how you missed the old gang. Especially Arthur. Your relationship with the cowboy was somewhat up to interpretation. Were you in love? You never quite figured that out, but you certainly did love him. You thought he was one of the greatest people you ever met, you still thought that. And your heart ached when you thought about him, so you just didn’t. Seven years, you did everything in your to not think of him. And damn was that hard. So, now you rode down the main street of Blackwater, the last place you’d been with him when things had really been ok. The last place you’d been together before things went off the rails. And you were hoping, praying, to find the biggest reminder of him to date. John. Tall and strong, older and scarred, but still handsome as always. Coming out of the lumber yard. There he was. And everything you’d been trying to ignore, trying to not feel for seven years came flooding back to you. The sadness, the anger, the grief, the betrayal. “Jim Milton!” You called as your rode toward him. He turned dead in his tracks, giving you a deathly glare before realization spread across his face. “Y/N! Y/N Y/L/N! Is that really you?” You hopped off your horse, pulling him into a hug. “In the flesh. I hoped I might find you here.” “It’s been a long time.” “It sure has.” You smiled at him, the scared, but hopeful young rebel. “Hey, you ain’t gonna believe who else I seen lately. Sadie Adler.” Your mind flashed back to the last time you’d seen Sadie. A few days after Beaver Hollow, after Arthur, as you all tried to figure out what to do, where to go, how to be safe. She set off on her own, and you did, too. But her strength in all that she’d faced in life gave you strength, as well. “And Uncle,” John’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “And Charles Smith, too. They’re both out at my house. Well, what will be my house, it’s just my land right now. Ain’t much to it, yet.” “Well, look at you. Little Johnny Marston all settled down. How’s Abigail and Jack?” John flinched at your words, and for a moment you feared the worst. “They ain’t around right now. They’re waiting for me to get this house built and this ranch working. Then they’re gonna join me out here.” He looked at you, a look you swore you’d seen a thousand times in the many many years you’d known him. A hopeful, familiar look. “Would you wanna come out? See the land? You can stay with the rest of us. Kinda be like havin’ the old gang back together.” Except Arthur. Your heart wretched, but you only smiled. “I’d love to, John.” So, you rejoined your old friends out at Beecher’s Hope. Laughing, and drinking, and fighting with the Skinner’s, chasing bounties with John and Sadie. It sure did feel like the old days, at least until you’d arrive back at the camp and it just wasn’t. No Javier on guitar, no Swanson drunkenly preaching, no Arthur. Just his strong, reassuring presence. It just wasn’t right. The day finally came when it was time to start working on John’s house. The plans and material and tools all there in front of you, and you were ready and willing to help, as always. So, apparently, was a little blue jay that seemed to watch over you all the time. As you laid the foundation, it sat on joists, supervising. When John accidently slammed the hammer down on his finger while laying the floor, it chirped out a laugh. It would stare almost thoughtfully at Charles as he worked. It seemed to like flying around and annoying Uncle, as well, particularly when he’d fall asleep on the job. “That damn bird!” He cussed one hot afternoon. “I like it.” You smiled as the bird chirped out, almost arguing with the old man. One evening, when you had climbed up on the roof to do some work with laying the shingles, it hovered near you. “I ain’t gonna fall,” You told it. “Quit you’re worrying.” You realized it sounded like you were talking to a person, but at this point, the little blue jay felt like part of the gang. It was a friend. You dreaded the day it flew away and didn’t come back. But it was here for now, and you were going to enjoy its presence and its song. As you rested in the shade of the tall chimney, the bird came to land on your knee, staring up at you with eyes almost human. Eyes you felt like you’d seen before. It chirped at you and you smiled back it. “Hey, little fella. Time for you to take a break too?” It chirped back, walking further up your leg before settling down on your thigh, seemingly content. And you felt content, as well. The cool bricks against your back, the warm sun overhead, and the beautiful countryside that you called home, for now. It felt good to have your friends, your family, back again. For the first time in seven years, you felt alright. Content. Happy, even. That night, John slid down the latter, declaring the house officially finished and offering each of you a home there. The blue jay soared around the roof, singing the whole time before coming to land on the rail of the porch, watching the four of you as you admired your handy work. Your home.

It was from this perch that the blue jay watched you all later that night, gathered around a warm campfire drinking and telling stories of your lives from the time you’d been apart.

“When I was just a lad, you know, I met a gal from ol’ Bordeaux,” Uncle started to sing after a particularly stiff drink. You each seemed to join in as you passed the bottle around. You thought you may’ve drank too much when you started to hear a high pitched noise join in. “That’s what you call the ring-dang-doo!” They sang as you looked around, determined, even in you’re a bit inebriated state, to find the source of the noise. And then you saw it. The blue jay. Joining in your song and singing with you. You couldn’t help but smile and raise your bottle. To the blue jay.

#writing #my writing #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #somewhat #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur morgan #John marston #uncle #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #gender neutral reader #van Der Linde gang #rdr2 epilogue #spoilers #spoiler

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markwhyareyousodaddy · 8 years ago

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Roommates (Part 3, Final (??))

Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 4

Summary: When y/n is forced to rent out her extra room, Im Jaebum was the last person she expected to have to share her living space with… luckily, he kept things interesting.

Genre: romance, hot roommate (it’s my personal genre y’all), playboy!, smut, (also this kinda turned out a little angsty i think???)

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: HI EVERYONE!!!!! I’m so glad so many people have liked the other 2 parts of this short little thing!!! It’s my first attempt at a fanfic like this (although I did write a fluffy jungkook scenario if you wanna check that out), so it really means a lot to me to hear so many nice things! I have a few more ideas in mind for other little things I’m going to post, but I'm not sure if this is the end for this one or not. My inbox is always open, so feel free to send requests/messages/anything!!!!

“Jaebum… what’s it like?”

His mind raced with a thousand questions. What did she mean, what was it like? Fucking? The discomfort when he couldn’t remember the name of the girl he was undressing? Feeling alone but always having your bed occupied?

“I don’t understand what you’re asking me.”

“I mean, what’s it like to know you can have anyone you want, whenever you want them?”

She searched his face for a reaction, eyebrows knit together in a way that confused Jaebum. He didn’t understand if she was angry with him, or confused, or something else… and frankly, she didn’t know either.

“I wouldn’t say I could have-” he began feebly, trying to defend himself.

“Stop,” she cut him off. “You know you could have just about anyone you put your mind to. I’ve seen you walk in here with fucking models… what’s wrong?” Suddenly his strong stance had slumped over, almost defeated-looking, while his head hung downwards. She hadn’t intended for her question to hurt him, but it seemed she had struck a sensitive subject.

“It’s sad,” he stated plainly, his voice slightly weak. ““I’ve reached the point where I don’t even enjoy it anymore. My whole mind shuts down and sex becomes as mundane as… fuck, I don’t know. Making toast? Whatever, you get the point.” The words pulled on y/n’s heart, but a small chuckle slipped from her lips at his comparison. Jaebum returned his gaze to her with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, now more comfortable in her presence. Breathing deeply, he began again.

“I know it sounds stupid, but it really does get hard. It’s like running in circles because you’re too afraid to go off the path.” Thoughts continued pouring out of him as he explained everything, from his first heartbreak to fear of falling for someone who didn’t reciprocate feelings. After emptying himself of the overwhelming emotion he had been holding captive for so long, he swallowed hard and lowly wrung his hands, nervous as he waited for her reaction.

“Jaebum, you can always come to me about these things. I’m here to listen and understand. I promise, you’re safe.” Her features were soft and he knew the words were genuine. A wash of relief swept through him, quenching a thirst he didn’t know he had. It was a thirst to be understood, to be vulnerable. More than lust, it was a burning for a connection, someone that he would remember for longer than a night and knew he could trust to remember him back. Casual fucking could only tide him over for so long, and his ache for true affection was creeping up. He had been avoiding love, trying to block out any opportunity for him to be hurt like he had been so many times before. But as y/n stood across from him in the dimly-lit kitchen, wide-eyed and ready to listen, the ability to control his genuine feelings vanished.

Without another thought, he closed the distance between them in a few sweeping steps, grabbing her by the small of her back and pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her with paradox rolling off his tongue: desperate for more of her immediately, but not wanting to expose her in such an intimate manner yet. Her hands laced around the back of his neck as she fought to deepen the kiss, pulling him closer from need. Feeling her press her body up against him was the only thing Jaebum needed before he began guiding her to the couch, still joined at the lips as he laid her carefully on her back. Pausing, he took a moment to admire her beauty, just as she had done last night by the glow of the television screen.

“Can we do this?” His eyes filled with desire while he restrained himself from moving any further, careful as to not do anything she wasn’t ready for.

“Yes.” Her voice was confident as the magnetic connection linking them grew stronger, crashing their lips back together in passion. His tongue moved desperately with hers before she felt his teeth tug gently on her bottom lip. Soon, his hands were running down her sides, pulling her hips closer to the bulge she felt growing under his thin pajama pants. The idea of her moaning in pleasure for him consumed Jaebum’s thoughts, wanting so desperately to be genuinely intimate.

“Are you ready?” His hot breath brushed against her ear and she nodded quickly. They eagerly undressed each other as Jaebum drank in every inch of her naked figure, his thoughts swimming in desire. He intertwined their fingers and his length slid deeply inside her, causing her back to arch and his name to breathily escape from her lips. For the first time in a long time, he was fully immersed in the act, not wanting to miss any moment he had with her. Each thrust blurred her vision, sending her toes curling and her breathing to become sporadic. Never had his thoughts been so focused on someone’s pleasure that wasn’t his own, and the sight of her face twisting in ecstasy beneath him was almost enough to send him over the edge. He had a strong urge to fuck y/n hard and rough, but Jaebum took his time, wanting to be sure she felt every inch of him filling her. His ability to control himself weaken the second his lips met hers once again, and immediately his thrusts became more desperate, longing to reach his high and give her one of her own. She saw his toned biceps flex above her, struggling to support himself as the sensation of being inside her overwhelmed his body. A wave of pleasure soon flooded her body, and her loud moan caused him to lose himself in her just as she had done moments before. They collapsed, breathing heavily in their exhausted states. Jaebum suddenly felt more naked than he did previously, aware he had given her a side of him that had never been exposed before. Noticing his discomfort, y/n pulled him into her chest and kissed the top of his head gently.

“I promise Jaebum… you’re safe here.” His body instantly relaxed, and soon they both drifted off to sleep, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed against each other and the comfort of truly feeling at home.

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starrywinters · 8 years ago

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Lost And Found — A Kim Donghyun Songfic

requested by anon!

genre: angst, fluff

synopsis: where you fall out of love with Donghyun and he does whatever he can to make you fall for him, again. Reader as Lee Kimi

song used: Hello by NU’EST

Hello?

Did you eat?

Where are you, what are you doing?

Because I’m worried about you

(Tell me baby where you at)

Hello?

(Call me baby I be there

Wherever you are I be there)

Hello?

(Pick up the phone girl

Cause I gotta be there)

Kimi

“KIMI!” Turning around to face the person who called you,

“Oh! Hey,” grabbing your hand and pulling you around so that you’re far away from the sidewalk with the reason of protecting you.

As the two of you walked around having fun, playing games and talking, a phone call was being made from your house.

Hidden in your purse was your phone, constantly vibrating, seeking your attention, waiting to be picked up.

Is there traffic? You’re running late

(because of your impatient heart)

I guess you forgot your battery

(I thought something else)

It seemed like it would rain

(So at the end of a dilemma),

I went out earlier to pick you up

Because I wanted to see you faster

Donghyun

‘Ah I’m really worried, why isn’t she picking up? Where is she? Did she get hurt? Aahhhh.’

Deciding to go look for Kimi, he heads out wandering around your neighborhood and nearby malls. Walking in and out of stores with no answer as to where she is, he thinks back to where she’d most likely be. Since it’s night time and she loves looking at the stars in the sky at the park nearby their neighborhood, he decided to head towards there.

Arriving at his destination, there he finds her. Sitting on a swing staring up at the sky, holding something—what looks like another person’s hand. Walking a tiny bit closer, he sees her and a very familiar looking guy laughing and chatting.

‘Is that Youngmin-hyung? What is he doing there with Kimi?’

You’ll probably be surprised

When you see me (you’ll like it)

In order to not miss each other (I should run faster)

I see you from far away but

When I called you, why did I say

Watching Kimi from afar, he feels his heart break into pieces, ‘Why has she never shown me that smile before? Is she not happy with me? Wait, it’s late, did she eat dinner yet? I should ask..’

Afraid of what he’d face, he decided to just call. Dialing her number and waiting for her to pick up, he looks up at her direction. Kimi and Youngmin continues chatting animatedly and paying no mind to their surroundings, ‘Looks like they’re having fun…’

Deciding to just leave and walk around to sort out his thoughts, he hung up and turned around. The two on the swing not even hearing the snap of the twig Donghyun has stepped on as he took his leave.

Hello, did you eat?

Where are you, what are you doing? I’m worried

Hello, why aren’t you saying anything?

Hello, (Hello) Hello? (Hello?)

During the weekends, he called and asked Kimi out on a date to the amusement park. She reluctantly agreed and began to get ready. As she waited outside for Donghyun, another guy coincidentally popped up and asked Kimi if she wanted to head out and eat.

The date with Donghyun completely left her mind as she said ‘Yes’ and they began walking…

Right when Donghyun arrived to pick her up.

I came to pick you up

In case it rained

In case you would have to

Walk alone in the rain

‘Youngmin-hyung again? What’s happening?’

Texting her a cute text, “I’m here ♡( ´▽｀)” and receiving a simple, “Sorry, I’m busy, something came up” absolutely frickly frackly broke his heart.

Seeing her walk off with a guy that isn’t him with his own two eyes completely hurt him. But he didn’t say anything, he didn’t confront her or anything as he still loves her and believes Kimi has a legit reason for doing what she did. ‘Maybe this is a dream, maybe this is a prank.’

I’m in front of your house, I see you

I guess you’re with someone

But actually,

I couldn’t say those things in case I lost you

Donghyun knew there was tension in their relationship, heck others did too. They could feel it a mile away, his friends tell him to break with with Kimi. Many times too, but he doesn’t listen, he believes he can make it work. He believes he can fix their relationship and make it stronger and better than it was before.

Kimi has actually planned to break up with him, she knew Donghyun was close to her house. She knew Donghyun was watching them at the park, she wanted to him to be the one to initiate the break up. She didn’t have the heart to break Donghyun’s soft baby heart. She was conflicted, but she couldn’t help it. She just…

Fell out of love.

I know that my actions are cowardly

Even if you make fun of me by saying I’m a coward, I can’t go

Do you know how I feel?

Why is my way to you like the way to hell?

This doesn’t make sense

I’m the one who comforted your loneliness

Hurry and tell me please,

That there’s nothing going on between you two

Why can’t it be me? Please say something

Donghyun already dressed up decided to not let his good outfit go to waste, he wanted to spend his day happily, going to a restaurant first then to the mall and shop for Kimi. Walking into the closest restaurant, he sits at a table near the window.

Looking to his right, he sees his girlfriend sitting alone looking at the menu.

“Kimi? What are you doing here? I thought you-” “Kimi, have you ordered yet?” ‘Oh, it’s Youngmin-hyung. Again?’

Springing up from her seat like she got caught doing something illegal cough you kinda did, breaking my baby’s heart smh “A-ah, Donghyun-ah! Wha-what are you doing here?”

“I was just walking around and I got hungry. What are you doing here with Youngmin-hyung? I thought you were busy?”

Youngmin answers instead of Kimi, “We’re on a date, Donghyunnie!” ‘Wait, what? Did I hear that right?’

“Date? Kimi, what? Is this true? Are you cheating on me?”

What are you doing over there right now?

I’m staring at you blankly from far away right now

Can’t you feel me?

Flash-forward to a few days later

Donghyun wasn’t able to accept the fact that she was, he tried weeks and weeks to get her back. He gave her flowers, gave her chocolates, messaged her sweet good morning and goodnight messages. He continued trying and trying for a few days, but he couldn’t do it anymore. He felt as if he’s just wasting his time and decided to stop.

He still loves Kimi alright, but if she doesn’t seem happy after the conditions he set, he’ll let her go. And that’s what he did, or what he will do after one last try. But wait, conditions?

Say the words you want to say tomorrow

Tell me that you’re sorry tomorrow

Where do you keep looking?

This is the place you should be

Flashback to a few days ago

“Yes, we’re on a date Donghyun.” He didn’t say anything, didn’t express how he felt, his crestfallen expression did it for him.

“Since this happened, I might as well tell you;

Donghyun-ah, let’s break up. I’m just… I’m not happy anymore. This isn’t working, let’s end this.”

Donghyun couldn’t believe his ears, he thought back to the times where he’s been nothing but sweet towards Kimi, where he treated her as if she’s his whole world. Clearly Kimi didn’t feel it. smh kimi smh

Desperately trying to get an answer and maintain their relationship, “Kimi, no. Please, this can’t end. Let me fix this, let us fix this. We can be happy together, please.”

She didn’t have it, she didn’t want to waste her time with something as trivial as this love they she lost.

As she gets ready to leave with Youngmin, who is very obviously lost as he didn’t know you two were dating, with the excuse of her losing her appetite, “Kimi, wait. Please, give me another chance. Give me a few days max, let me try to make you fall in love with me again, please.”

She agreed, with the condition of you giving up on her if you don’t succeed. And the deal has been set.

Hello, did you eat?

Where are you, what are you doing? I’m worried

Hello, why aren’t you saying anything?

Hello, (Hello) Hello? (Hello?)

Going back to the present with you, Kimi

Messages has been flooding your inbox, you replying with either cold messages or one word. You tried to get rid of him, but through those few days where he showered you with love, you couldn’t help but always look forward to what he would gift to you or message you next. Overall, you fell in love with him, again.

So after two days of not receiving anything, you couldn’t help but worry, wondering what he was doing. Wondering if he has given up, you felt guilty. You regretted acting the way you did towards him, you don’t know what had happened to the love you felt for him and you hated yourself for letting that love go. For letting Donghyun go.

I want to see you because it’s raining

(because it’s raining)

Because I’m walking on the street

I walked with you

(because I feel like dying)

I’m in front of your house,

I miss you but I guess you don’t

(I miss you)

Actually, I’m going crazy

I guess I can’t go on if it’s not you

Thinking back to the conditions you set with him, you panicked. Not believing he really gave up, you decided to go look for him. Running around with a racing heart you didn’t want to believe he gave up, he can’t. Not after succeeding his mission.

Getting to his house, you ring the doorbell. Knocking and ringing, getting his attention, wanting him to open the door already so you can hug him and tell him he succeeded. He accomplished his goal.

Once the door opens, you jump onto him. Crying, wailing. Telling him you don’t want to break up anymore, spewing out apologies and begging him to forgive you.

As he calms you down, you open your eyes to a messy living room. Filled with papers sprawled around and you just noticed he was holding onto his guitar.

Baby I can’t let you go (did you eat?)

I only think about you girl

What would I be without you girl

(where are you, what are you doing?)

Don’t tell me lies, Don’t say goodbye

I just wanna let you know

(why aren’t you saying anything?)

I only think about you girl

What would I be without you girl

Asking him what he was doing and why his house looks like a tornado hit it, he replies with,

“I was writing you a song, in hopes of you not leaving me. I wanted to try one last time before I give up but I’ve been having writer’s block me too donghyun, me too and I’ve been stuck in my house for awhile trying to create a song. Just for you.”

“I’m sorry Donghyun, I’m sorry. Please forgive me for ever suggesting to break up, I’m sorry, I love you, please, don’t give up.”

“I won’t, I can never give up on you, I will never. I love you too baby.”

Hello

✧ You weren’t just a star to me, you were my whole damn sky. And you still are, I love you Lee Kimi. ✧

unedited! 1958 words .O. someone pls tell me why i have written more words in this story than i do others.

sorry this took awhile;;; i couldn’t bare to hurt my baby’s feelings)):

anyway, i hope you enjoy! ♡( ´▽｀) <– see what i did there.. no? ok hahah sorry bYE!

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