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kkodzvken · 3 years

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right here - dabi x f. reader

“it’s happening again but i don’t give a fuck about your friends i’m right here, here. baby take a look around i’m the only one who hasn’t walked out i’m right here, here.” - chase atlantic, “right here”

touya-nii wants his baby sister all to himself. smut + angst, DARK CONTENT, 18+ MDNI

wc: 5k

warnings: stepcest (reader’s mom and rei are together, and reader calls him nii-san/touya-nii), emotional manipulation + toxic relationship, drug use, mentions of violence + murder, dumbification, infantilization (reader’s a crybaby lol), degradation, unprotected sex w no prep

a/n: the lovely @inkykeiji ‘s touya-nii series is my absolute favorite fanwork i’ve ever read, and it inspired me to write this!! thank u so so much clari for letting me post this and for creating such a beautiful world with your words </3

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

His words startle you, and you jump with a little yelp, dropping your bag onto the ground in surprise. It lands with a loud thump against the shiny hardwood floor, the sound making you flinch again.

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Your nii-san was almost never there when you got home from school. He was rarely home before the late hours of the night, well past midnight, when he’d slip into your room without your mother or Rei noticing. Which is why you’d allowed yourself to cry as you walked into the house, why you didn’t bother to wipe away the spidery mascara tears dripping down your face or swipe the snot off your nose. Your stomach coils uncomfortably at the thought of your nii-san seeing you like this, and you duck your head down, sinking onto your knees to retrieve your fallen backpack.

“Princess.” His voice was sterner this time, and it sent a little spike of fear shooting through you. You couldn’t handle his disappointment, not today, not after everything that had happened. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

“S-sorry, Touya-nii,” you stutter, eyes still trained on the floor. He sighs, a dramatic, overly exaggerated sigh that sends another dagger into your heart. You hear the sounds of the couch creaking as he gets up, the sound of his sock-clad feet treading against the hardwood as he made his way to you. His own knees hit the ground, and a large hand finds its way to your chin, long fingers hooking under your jaw and pressing upwards. You let out an involuntary whine as you’re forced to look up at him. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad, you think over and over, bracing yourself for his disappointed glare.

But instead, you’re met with concern swimming through his turquoise eyes. Somehow, that hurt even more than his reprimands would have. He was so busy, already so stressed, and now you’d gone and made him even more worried with your stupid crying. Stupid crybaby. Stupid, pathetic crybaby.

The thought triggers a fresh wave of tears, and you instinctively raise your arms to him. With a coo, he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your face finds its home in his chest, nose buried in his soft cotton t-shirt. Your body shakes as sob after sob pours out. His hands trace comfortingly over your back, rubbing gentle circles against you as he holds you so tight that it almost hurt. But it doesn’t hurt, could never hurt. Nothing ever hurts when it came to him.

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” he whispers against the crown of your head as he presses soft kisses into your hair. “Nii-san can’t help until he knows what’s wrong, baby.”

You sniffle, and then pull your face out of his grey t-shirt, now stained with your tears and makeup and snot. “’M sorry, nii-san,” you whimper. “Sorry for worrying you. ‘M fine, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

He tuts at that, and pulls you close again. This time, your face buries into the crook of his neck, your nose pressed directly to his skin. You inhale his familiar scent – Marlboros and spicy deodorant and something distinctive that’s so painfully him – and as it floods your nostrils, it helps to calm your breathing a bit. He’s saying something, his voice impossibly low, even lower than usual as he speaks directly into your ear. You force yourself to pay attention to his words. “…always worry about you, princess, you’re my everything. Don’t hide yourself away from me. You know, you make me more worried by not telling me what’s wrong, and you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to worry your nii-san, right?”

You shake your head furiously – or, at least, as furiously as you can when his strong arms are caging you tightly against his body. It’s enough, though, because he coos and nuzzles into your hair. “Then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid,” you mutter against his skin. “I’m just being a crybaby.” You don’t look up, partially because you can’t with how tight he’s holding you, but partially because you didn’t want to see the disappointed expression on his face. “But…my friends. You know, I’ve told you about them. Katsu and Hanta and Eiji and Denki. They…they told me we couldn’t be friends anymore. They said they don’t want to be friends with a stupid baby like me.” Reliving the moment makes your skin crawl, and threatens to make you start crying again, but you blink your eyes to force the tears away and continue. “I don’t understand, Touya-nii! Just yesterday, they walked me home, and everything was fine! And now they hate me! I’m... I-I’m just…” The dam in your chest bursts, and the tears that you were trying so hard to keep at bay erupt at full force.

But your nii-san is there, with his arms wrapped tight around you and his warmth enveloping you. By this point, you’re completely in his lap, your thighs straddling him. You can’t deny that being this close to him affects you, like it always does. The combination of your already fragmented emotional state, paired with his hands that have now snuck under your shirt and weight of his clothed cock pressing against your core, make you desperate. Without realizing it, you’re rocking your hips, chasing bliss in one of the only ways that you know how to.

His warm hands grip at your waist and squeeze. The pain makes you gasp and still your movements, and you look up at him. Your wide eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, meet the blue flames of his own irises. His blown-out pupils cover most of his eyes, but you can see the ring of turquoise that surrounds them, that beautiful cerulean sea that you adore so much. Your heart pangs, and for a second you wish that he’d stop with the drugs and let you see those pretty aqua pools more often. But you catch yourself before you can get carried away. Nii-san knows best, after all. Who are you to question him?

You’re just a stupid baby, like your friends said. You suppose that they’re your ex-friends now, although the thought sends another sob wracking through your body. Touya’s eyes don’t leave yours, and he swipes away at your tears with one of his long fingers. “We’re not fucking right now, baby. You’re too emotional. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

He gently repositions you in his arms so that he can carry you, and then he stands up and walks towards the stairs. You just let him, too dazed to say anything. Touya-nii? Turning down a chance to fuck? What has gotten into him? It’s so out of character that it leaves you dumb and confused. He walks up the grand staircase and across the plush carpeted hallway that leads to his room, easily transferring your weight to one arm so that he can push the door open. He gently lays you onto his plush mattress, and you expect him to climb in with you, but he walks towards his dresser and opens the second shelf from the bottom.

Your heart sinks, but you try and ignore it. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii always, always knows what’s best. He rifles through the various bottles and baggies that he keeps in that drawer before pulling out a little orange bottle filled with blue and white capsules. Wordlessly, he shakes a few out onto his palm before tossing them into his mouth and swallowing them dry. He’s probably used to it, with the way that he swallows more drugs than actual food these days.

He slinks back to the bed and plops down next to you, the weight of his body slightly launching you up. You shriek, and he chuckles. You try to shoot him a glare, but your nii-san is just so pretty when he’s smiling that you can’t help but giggle along. He extends a finger and curls it in a “come hither” motion, and you obey, scooting yourself towards him and nestling into his familiar warmth.

“Your friends are stupid,” he says. It makes you flinch. You had almost forgotten about the reason you were so upset – Touya always made you smile, always took the weight off your shoulders and made you forget about everything that was wrong. But his words are a harsh reminder, and everything comes tumbling down once again.

He notices the shift in you – always so perceptive, always so attentive – and presses a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up, desperate for the warmth of his lips against your own, desperate for him to touch you and take the pain away, but he shifts away. “Listen to me first,” he says sternly, and you nod, ever the obedient little puppy.

“Your friends are stupid,” he continues. “They’re stupid, and if they don’t realize your worth, that’s their loss, baby.” One of his hands comes up to cup your face, titling your chin so that he can gaze directly into your eyes. It’s far too soon for the oxys to have taken effect already, but you could swear that his pupils are even bigger than they were before. His eyes feel like an abyss, like black holes, sucking you in. You don’t think that you could ever escape – you don’t ever want to escape. “They think that you’re a dumb baby? They think that you’re too weak and stupid? They’re idiots. You’re my baby, and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

His words are like a fire, and it burns away some of the ice that formed in your chest after you’d spoken to your friends. Still, your pain doesn’t disappear quite so easily. Your little hands clutch his shirt and tug. “B-but I love them, nii-san. I don’t want them to think I’m dumb.”

Touya’s eyes flash dangerously, and your stomach twists. You don’t know what you did wrong, but you’re terrified that you made him mad, that he’ll throw harsh words or blows at you. Or, even worse, that he’ll push you away and leave. But the anger disappears as quickly as it came, and you try to tell yourself that you just imagined it. “I don’t give a fuck about your friends. You don’t need to love them, princess. You don’t need to love anyone else.” The hand that was cupping your face moves down to your chest, and you think that he’s finally going to touch you like you want him to and make you feel good. But instead, he taps at the space between your breasts, his large finger thumping against the spot on your ribs that shields your heart. “This little heart? Princess, you don’t need to give it to anyone but me. I’ll take care of your heart.”

You furrow your brow. Touya has always been protective, has always insisted that you don’t need anyone but him, but this still leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “Touya-nii,” you start to say, but he cuts you off.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened, has it, angel?” His words are just leaving you more confused, and you open your mouth to say so, but his hand shoots out and squishes your cheeks like a fish, effectively silencing you. It hurts, with how tight he’s squeezing you, but you can’t deny that the warmth of his hand is comforting. “Everyone’s left. Your dad left. Your mom’s never around. Those girls you used to hang around with, they don’t talk to you anymore. All of my siblings,” he says, spitting the word with so much venom that you recoil, “can’t stand you. And now these boys. Baby, take a look around. I’m the only one that hasn’t walked out.”

His words hurt. They hurt because they’re true, because you scramble to find a single example of someone who love who hasn’t left you, and you can’t. You can’t. Your nii-san is the only one who’s stuck around, who’s listened to you cry and comforted you without running away. The only one who hasn’t recoiled at how sensitive you get, the only one who takes care of you and gives you what you need. A fresh wave of tears springs out of your eyes, and you try to bury your face in his chest, try to do anything but stare at the voids that used to be his eyes, but his grip on your face is far too strong.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whimper.

He coos, and releases his bruising grip, choosing to instead cradle your face again. You expect him to give you comfort, to tell you that there’s nothing wrong with you. You open your heart, ready to embrace the warmth of his words.

“You’re dumb,” he says, matter-of-factly, and your face must betray your surprise, because he begins to rub little circles into your cheek. “You’re dumb,” he repeats. “You’re sensitive, and you’re childish, and you wouldn’t survive a single day without someone taking care of you.”

You don’t register exactly when you started crying again, but tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now, running over his fingers that are still moving across your skin. “But,” he continues. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. You’re too much of a god damn brat for anyone else to handle you, but I can handle you. Only I can handle my dumb baby sister. Do you get it?”

He pauses for a second, giving you time to try and absorb his words. The gears in your mind feel like they’re turning painfully slowly, and you can tell that he notices your confusion, because he gives you a dry smile. “This is exactly what I’m talking about, angel. You’re so dumb.” He knocks his fist against your skull, far too harshly, and you yelp a little at the pain. “There’s nothing going on up here. You’re so damn sensitive and annoying, nobody else can bear to deal with you. Don’t you see, princess, how lucky you are to have your nii-san?”

You nod. Your foggy brain is beginning to understand his words. “I’m…I’m so lucky to have you, Touya-nii.”

He chuckles, and he leans down, and finally presses a kiss against your lips. It’s chaste, and over far too quickly, no matter how desperately you try to prolong it, He pulls away and laughs at the pout on your face. “See, puppy, you’re so needy. Your nii-san gave you a kiss, but you’re still pouting and whining and asking for more. Don’t you see why nobody else likes you?”

You nod again. He’s right, you tell yourself, even though there’s still a piece of your brain that recoils at the idea. It doesn’t make sense, what he’s saying. Your friends never said anything about you being needy before, and your mom’s only gone all the time because she’s working, and, besides, she’s the one who took you and left your dad. It doesn’t make sense, but you push aside the stupid resistant part of your brain. Touya-nii must be right, Touya-nii is always right, and you don’t want to make him mad by being a brat and asking too many questions. You were being so dumb, he had to practically spell it out for you. He’s right. Touya-nii knows best. Touya-nii knows best, Touya-nii always knows best.

You look up at him with your glossy eyes, and he smiles back at you with his empty ones. But you can still see the small ring of turquoise that surrounds the voids, and you latch onto them, dive into those tiny blue-green pools and take respite. “’M sorry for being so needy, nii-san.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “My pretty, needy baby. Nii-san’s gonna take care of you, because if it wasn’t for him, who else would? You’d be so lost without your nii-san.”

“So lost,” you parrot back. You want so badly to make him proud, to make him give you more praise and sweet words. “Need you.”

“Fuck yeah you do,” he mutters under his breath, before suddenly pulling your face in close and kissing you. It’s violent, it’s messy, but it’s just what you need. He’s what you need. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you cry out as the sensitive flesh breaks. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t care – he just slides his tongue into your mouth, and you can taste your coppery blood on his tongue. Your blood, and the acrid taste of smoke from his Marlboros. It’s not bad though – no, it’s great, because it’s your nii-san and you love him more than words can say. His fingers sink into your hips and push you onto your back, and he climbs over you, teeth leaving little marks all over your soft skin.

“Nii-san,” you gasp, and Touya thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He breaks away from your neck and revels in the needy whine you let out.

Right now, with your small legs wrapped around his waist and your hands desperately clawing at his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer… this gets him higher than any drug ever could. You get him higher than any fucking drug ever could.

You grind your hips against his, and he growls before leaning down to reclaim your lips. It’s not romantic. Nothing about what you have is romantic, despite what the pretty words he whispers into your ears claim. It’s all a means to an end, a deception to get him what he needs. You’re his drug, and he’d rather die than come down. Would rather die than see someone else get their disgusting fingers on what he owns.

Which is why he was so fucking furious yesterday, when he saw you walking home with those four boys that you call your friends. A joke. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. You really think those boys have any interest in being just friends with you, any goal in mind besides fucking you?

It was honestly just luck that led to him catching you. Jin was too damn stoned to move, and that idiot Tomura had sent Touya to do the runs instead. He was counting the money that a group of scared-looking college students had handed him, making sure that they weren’t trying to stiff him. He knew they weren’t of course – one look at those kids proved that they were too close to pissing their pants to even think about cheating him – but protocol was protocol, and it was there for a reason. Even if that reason was that Tomura’s big, scary daddy would get mad. He had just tucked the bills into his right pocket and reached into his left for the bottle of little green pills that those kids wanted when he saw you. Or, to be more accurate, he saw you being ogled by four boys, their hands all over you as you walked.

It made him sick. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until the bottle of pills in his hand exploded and little orange fragments sliced his palm. And even then, he barely registered the pain. It was the startled yelps of those kids that snapped him out of his furious haze, and he just threw the pills and plastic shards in the general direction before turning around and marching towards his car. They were saying something, complaining about something or the other, but he couldn’t fucking care less. His hand was bleeding freely by then, and he stopped before getting into his car – he didn’t care about whatever temper tantrum Tomura would throw about his shitty service, but he did care about his white leather seats. With a frustrated groan, he clawed at the wound with his blunt nails and dug out the bits of embedded plastic, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket over his palm to staunch the bleeding. It probably should’ve hurt more, but the cocaine and rage flowing through his veins were a hell of a painkiller.

He knew those boys, of course. He knew everyone that you interacted with. He drove around for thirty minutes so they’d all have enough time to get home. His work phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and his fingers were too shaky to silence it, so he just smashed it against the dashboard. It sent more little pieces of glass into his already bleeding hand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, didn’t care about anything besides how fucking furious he was right now. He wasn’t mad at you, of course – you were too dumb to realize otherwise. You probably thought those boys were just nice because they liked you, that they only had innocent intentions when they offered to walk you home. Fuck Jin for rolling when he was supposed to be working, and fuck Tomura for deciding that Touya had to be the one to take his place. Touya picked you up from school every day, and he dropped you off in the morning, and he took you wherever you needed to go. You’d assured him that you’d be fine getting home by yourself today. He assumed that you’d take the bus, which made him antsy, of course – plenty of fucking creeps that could get their hands on you, but at least you’d be in public – but seeing you walk home with that pack of wolves behind you made him see red.

Bakugo Katsuki was his first stop. That blond haired bitch had his disgusting hand thrown over your shoulder, and Touya had half a mind to blow his brains out for that. But, no. He forced himself to stay calm and rational, to control his rage and think about what the best solution would be. If all four of your friends suddenly disappeared, you’d be grief-stricken, and Touya couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have his cute little baby sister wasting her pretty little tears over some brats that just wanted to fuck her, to use her.

Killing was Touya’s go-to way of dealing with inconveniences, but if that wasn’t an option, he was a master at intimidation. With his scarred flesh and maniacal eyes, as well as the pretty little switchblade that he’d carried for years, he painted a menacing picture. He had to ring the doorbell seven fucking times before little Katsu answered, and the brat had tried to give him attitude. All that attitude had melted away within just a few moments, though, and poor little Katsu was left snot-faced and promising that he’d never go near you again. The next three had been much of the same, although they were much more initially scared than the blond kid had been.

It was a shame, really, that Touya didn’t get to actually hurt them. He would’ve loved to sink his switchblade into his flesh, would’ve adored their screams and the tearing of their muscles. A shame, but this was for the better. They’d let you down harsh, and you’d come crying into your nii-san’s arms.

You’re just so damn predictable.

He has every one of your reactions memorized, knows your body like the back of his hand. He knows, when he cups your pretty little face with his large hand, you’ll nuzzle into it. When his thumb runs across the seam of your lips, you’ll open them obediently, pulling his fingers into your mouth and sucking so sweetly.

He knows, because you’ve done it hundreds of times before, but it still feels so fucking good each time. The feel of your tongue swiping across his fingers drives him insane, and he has half a mind to just shove his cock in and fuck your face until you’re crying. But he holds himself back, because you’re pawing at him so cutely, begging for him to fuck you, begging because you need him.

“Please, nii-san,” you babble, your words slurred as they try and push past his fingers. “Need you. Need you so bad, nii-san, need to feel you inside me, please.”

“Be patient,” he says, his hand leaving your mouth and trailing your body. “I need to prep you, or you’ll keep fucking whining about it hurting.”

You shake your head furiously. “I can take it, please!”

He’s so beautiful, your Touya-nii. He looks like a fucking god right now, towering over you, backlit by the hazy yellow of his ceiling light. His fingers leave your body and find his belt instead, and he wastes no time in unbuckling it and shoving his pants down. His cock is already hard and weeping, the prettiest shade of red that you’ve ever seen. He wraps his large hand around it, hissing at the contact, the sound so pretty that it makes your heart sing.

You feel like you’re underwater, like chlorine and salt are filling your nostrils and pooling in your lungs. Your body is buzzing, and you so desperately want to throw caution to the wind and take the edge off. Your fingers are itching to touch yourself. But you know better, know that Touya will be mad. And you want – no, need – to be a good little girl for him. You’ve already given him so much to worry about today, with your whining and crying and babbling.

It’s like he said – you’re a dumb baby, right? That’s what he said, and you know that he’d never lie to you. Nii-san knows best, you remind yourself, chanting it over and over in your head like a prayer. He knows best. He’s the only one you have, and you want so badly to make him proud.

The head of his cock presses against your dripping hole. The feeling makes you flinch, but before you can react and further, he’s already pressing his hips forward. “Fuck!” you exclaim, body stinging at the stretch.

His movement pauses, and he looks down at you with disappointment in his pretty eyes. “C’mon now, princess, you know you’re not supposed to use those bad words.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly backtrack as you realize your mistake. “Sorry, sorry, ‘m sorry! It just felt so good, nii-san, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t thinking!”

He chuckles at that, dipping his head down to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth. “I know, doll,” he whispers against your mouth, his breath tasting like menthol and smoke. “You never think. My dumb baby sister, got no thoughts in that head of yours, huh? No thoughts besides my cock?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please, Touya-nii. Please fuck me stupid.”

The grin that graces his face is nothing short of sinful. He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he hooks his massive hands under your knees and pushes up. Your body is like putty in his hands, and you bend at his whims. He folds you up like a doll, your knees pressed up to your chest. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But truth be told, you always feel vulnerable around him. You feel like his fiery eyes scorch away at your skin whenever he looks at you, but fuck, you love the burn.

He wastes no time in setting an unrelenting pace, slamming into you so hard that you know your body will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning. Bruises on your inner thighs from his sharp hipbones, bruises on your neck from his teeth. A necklace of purple and blue around your neck in the shape of his fingers. Bruises on your heart from his harsh words, degrading little insults spat against your skin as he fucks into you without mercy. But for every bruise, every insult and painful touch, he gives you the sweetest salve. Pretty little words whispered into your ear, reminders that he loves you, that you’re his.

“My baby,” he grunts, voice shaky from exertion. “Gonna cum. Beg for my cum, my dumb little baby. Fucking beg for it.”

You babble, too far gone for your brain to produce any real thoughts. A jumbled mess of need your cum and please nii-san’s fall past your lips. You can hardly think, but you can always beg for him. Your vision is hazy and your mind is foggy, filled with nothing but thoughts of him, and the feeling of his cock slamming into you, and the heat of his breath against your neck. It hurts, hurts so much, but there’s bliss in the ache.

His fingers slip between your legs and toy with your clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his thrusts. The combined sensation is too much. With a harsh thrust and squeeze of the hand around your neck, your body explodes. You feel as if you’re in fire, as if there’s electricity coursing through your limbs, burning through your blood and short-circuiting your veins. You cum so hard that it almost hurts, pussy clenching and gushing. Touya lets out a growl, so deep that it makes your stomach flip. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up to meet his, squeezing so hard that the pain cuts through your fucked-out haze and makes you gasp. His lips crash into yours, teeth clacking and tongues swirling as he moans into your mouth and releases. You tremble at the sensation, body overloaded and still buzzing with electricity.

After a few painfully long moments, he shifts and finally lets your legs down. Your muscles scream at the movement. Touya reaches over your body to get a water bottle and press it to your lips, making you tilt your head up and take little sips.

Your arms feel like lead, but you force them to move. They wrap around his waist and tug. Your whines are pitiful, but you’re too tired to be embarrassed. “Snuggles,” you beg, looking up at him with glossy, wide eyes.

“Need to clean you up, doll,” he says. His voice is stern, but there’s a fondness in his expression that warms your heart. You shake your heavy head, trying in vain to drag him closer. He chuckles, dipping down to press an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. “God, you really are so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

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thatkpophoelife · 3 years

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Jealousy

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem. Reader (ft. Taehyung and NCT Jaehyung)

RATING: Mature 18+

GENRE: NonIdol Au. Highschool Au. Smut. Fluff

WC: 8K

SUMMARY: You and Jungkook have been best friends since the beginning of time. You spent every waking moment together until one night your at a party and the feelings you have been trying to keep inside decide they want to erupt and make your life harder than you ever could have expected.

WARNINGS: Swearing. under aged drinking. Big dick Jungkook. Oral (Fem. Rec.) Nipple Play. Fingering (Fem. Rec.) Multiple Orgasms. Cream Pie. Unprotected Sex. Slight Daddy Kink. Slight degradation (hardly mentioned). Thigh Ridding.

A/N: I’m so happy I’m finally done with it. I am so happy with the result. I have been working hard for the last few days getting this ready to post so sorry if anything is spelt wrong or doesn’t make sense. ENJOY!

You and Jungkook have been best friends since the first grade. It all started when you fell off the monkey bars during recess. Your palms and knees were bloody and scraped. The cement was rough against your skin and you could see those small little rocks in the small cuts on your hands. As a little kid they seemed way worse than they really were. You were scared you would need to go to the doctors for stiches and then they would need to give you a shot. You were like 7, things like that terrified you.

When you looked up through your watery eyes, you could see a little boy with cute cheeks, deep brown eyes, and bangs. You looked back down at the ground and wiped off your cheeks and nose. When you looked back up you saw the same boy but with his hand out for you to grab. You reached out to grab it and he pulled you up with a huge grin and a huff.

“I’m Jungkook but my friends call me Kookie.”

“I'm Y/N. Thanks for helping me up Jungkook.” You though it had a nice ring to it.

“No problem. I have a band aid in my pocket, you can have it”

“Really? Thanks.” When he handed you the band aid you couldn’t help but notice it had a small picture of Woody from Toy Story on it.

In the days that went by, you two hung out nonstop. He told you almost everything that you could learn about a 7-year-old. You learned his birthday was September 1st, he has an older brother named SeokJin that everyone calls Jin, he likes pizza, and loves soccer. You knew other things of course, but those were just some of the basics.

You became best friends extremely fast and spent most of your summer together. You went to the beach more than once a week. Your parents became friends with his parents and there was no going back on this friendship now. You did develop a teensy tiny basically non-existent crush on Jin but it quickly went away when Jungkook called you out on it and asked you to never see his brother in that light again. You agreed because even though you were only now 8, you still had your priorities and Jungkook was in the top 3.

By the time second grade came around he asked you, aka forced you, into joining his soccer team so you could “spend more time together.” You whined for the entire first practice. Since your mom was excited to finally see you doing a sport, she put your hair up in pigtails and bought you neon pink knee socks with a just as neon yellow visor. You were not happy. When you got to the field you felt out of place and like everyone was laughing at you. Those worries effected how you played. Just because you never played the sport before doesn’t mean you weren’t somewhat decent at it.

You knew how to dribble kind of well and you had decent aim when trying to make the ball in the net. But your real strong suit was goalie. You were never afraid of the ball or of getting hurt. If you needed to you would gladly dive for the ball if that’s what your team needed to win a game. You were never a girly girl so getting dirt on your knees never bothered you.

Despite all of this you still didn’t want to try out. Your mom was loud and never stopped cheering your name, no matter where you were. You had no other siblings so it’s not like she had anywhere else to be. She had her own small company that way she could create her own schedule and get to go to anything you wanted her to and as far as she knew that was everything. All of your class field trips, sport games, school plays, everything. You were too nervous to tell her otherwise because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You know that she only went overboard because she loves you so much but sometimes you wished she loved you a little less. And your dad was always busy with his 9-5 job so he never went to any of your things.

You never stopped playing though. You ended up enjoying the sport more than you could have expected. It was even more enjoyable since you were actually good at it, you always got to be goalie in all of your games. You and Jungkook were actually the star players on your co-ed team. And whenever Jungkook would ask you about why you still played even though you “didn’t like it that much” you always said you liked it enough to continue playing and that you had nothing better to do. You knew deep down that he knew you enjoyed the sport just as much as him, but you also knew he would never call you out on it.

You won almost all of your games, and you and Jungkook always fought over who deserved the trophy’s. Your argument was that the goalie was a key role to stop the other team from scoring. Jungkook’s was that he made most of the goals to keep your teams score up too high for the other team to ever catch up. It always came to a vote among your teammates, Jungkook always won and you knew it was because most of the girls had a crush on him and wanted him to like them back.

Besides that, nothing exciting happend in your friendship for a while. You spent a lot of time playing soccor in parks and when it was soccor season. You spent all of your summers together and both you’re your guys’ parent let you two get a golden retriever to take care of named Olive the summer before 6th grade. She was staying at Jungkook’s though because it was his idea in the first place. It didn’t mean you never go to see her there. You spent half of your summer there so you saw her a lot.

In your summer of 7th grade Olive got hit by a truck. You were both devasted and Jungkook spent a week at your house. All because Jin forgot to let Olive in at night so she decided to run. Jungkook didn’t talk to Jin for almost a month.

Then in 8th grade a boy named Park Jimin decided to throw a “End of the Summer Almost Freshmen in High-School” party. In reality it was more like ten people that were all in some way shape or form a part of his friend circle. You were invited because they needed another girl to come and Jungkook talked you up so much Jimin had no choice.

The night was all fun and games until his parents went to bed. He quickly grabbed an empty 16-liter Coca-Cola bottle and sat it in the middle of the floor and had everyone gather around in a circle. You were beyond nervous considering you hardly knew any of the boys that were playing and you have never had you first kiss.

A few rounds went by and nothing particularly interesting happened. Jimin kissed some girl named Emily that you didn’t like that much anyways. Then it was Jungkook’s turn. He spun it and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt as if the bottle was spinning non-stop. Past Emily, past Nichole, past Maddison, past Jimin, past everyone else. Then it stopped, and pointed at you.

You felt your heart speed up. You couldn’t kiss your best friend. It was wrong in so many ways. But the chanting of your names in the background couldn’t go unnoticed. You had no choice but to kiss him. Well, you kind of did but you were hoping that by doing something like this people will start to like you more and not look at you as Jungkook’s best friend. You both sat up and looked each other in the eyes.

Slowly the rest of the world started to silently drift away. You don’t know if it was because everyone around you stopped talking to watch the kiss or because you were to focused on Jungkook and nothing else. His right hand slowly went to up to your caress your cheek while his left hand was on the floor keeping him balanced. You couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his eyes. The way they traveled from your pupils, to the tip of your nose, and finally landing on your lips. The way his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your cheek leaving a burning sensation wherever it touched. The way he locked eyes with you one last time to make sure he had your permission first.

You noticed that the second you nodded your head giving him permission; he didn’t waste a second to kiss you. The kiss was soft but urgent. Like you both have been waiting for this very moment for so long. Once he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes and gave you a look you would never forget. He smirked.

You couldn’t help but shake your head in absolute confusion and utter disbelief. Did he want that kiss to happen? Did he do that because the guys were watching? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew, was that you’ve had a huge crush on your best friend since the very beginning.

Ever since that day he helped you up from the dirty ground when your hands and knees you scraped and bloody. Ever since he told you it was a good idea to co-own a puppy. Ever since the last day of middle school when you took a selfie jumping with glee. These feelings had been hiding ever since the beginning, and Jungkook’s lips was the only thing to break down the barriers and release those feelings.

You didn’t bother to sit back down in the circle. You wanted to go home, needed to go home. You didn’t want to wake up your parents and ask them to pick you up. You also didn’t want to walk through the door and have them ask why you came home. You knew exactly what to do.

Call Jin.

He answered on about the fourth ring. “Hello?” said the course and tired voice from the other line. You felt bad the second you heard him speak because you knew you woke him up.

“Hey Jin. Umm I was wondering if you could pick me up from the party?” You were prepared to literally beg him to come pick you up.

“Whatever. It’s the same house Kookie’s at, right?” You couldn’t believe you didn’t even need to ask twice.

“That is very correct. I will be ready and waiting outside for you to pull up.”

“Loser. I will be there in 10, don’t make me wait.” You couldn’t help but smile widely while you were getting you stuff together and putting your shoes on.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” You have got to be kidding.

“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here. I was invited” You can see it written all over his cute little bunny face that he was so confused.

“I- I'm just not feeling too well, I'm going home” You couldn’t help the painfully obvious stutter as you lied to your best friend’s face.

“How, it’s a sleep over? Your mom won’t be thrilled if you called her at 1 o’clock in the morning.”

“I already called someone, and they should be here any minute now so you can go back and enjoy kissing those other girls.” What did you just say? You couldn’t stop the words before they came out. Would that be how he found out you liked him? Is that the sentence that would ruin your friendship? Sometimes you felt so very stupid.

“Okay I will.” With that he walked back to continue the game of spin the bottle with a huge smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide and mouth agape. You couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss meant nothing to him. As far as you knew that was his first kiss, and it was most defiantly yours.

As you were lost in your dark cloud of thoughts, your phone dinged making you jump a little. It was Jin texting you that he was already there to pick you up. If you were honest, you weren’t expecting him to be here this fast.

You quickly picked your bag off of the ground, slipped on your black and white checkered Vans, and made your way out the door. When you got to Jin’s car, you quickly threw your stuff in the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Where to Y/N?” You could still hear the sleep in his voice and see it in his eyes. He was wearing a simple grey Champion hoodie with black Nike joggers. His hair was all messy from sleeping and the moon perfectly aligned his features. You couldn’t lie, Jin was one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, but you prefer guys closer to your age. Plus, you like the younger brother anyway. Hey snap out of it you need to not like your best friend.

“Um, Y/N? Where do you want me to take you because if you don’t speak up, I will take you straight home.”

“Oh, sorry. Can I just crash at your guys’ place? I know Kookie’s not there but I don’t want my parents asking questions and to yell at me for waking you up.” Yes, you were playing the, ‘please don’t rat me out’ card. But you weren’t lying to him so what’s the problem?

“Sure, just sleep in Kook’s bed. You tend to snore sometimes.” He reached over to ruffle your hair with a huge grin on his face

“Hey! I do not snore!” You felt like a 5-year-old throwing a fit with the way you pouted out your bottom lip, crossed your arms over your chest, and sank into the seat.

“Whatever dork. Why do you want to leave early anyways? Did something happen?” You could tell he was genuinely concerned, and he was crazy good at keeping secrets so what was the harm in telling him about your mild crush on his little brother.

“At the party after Jimin’s parents went to sleep we all played spin the bottle and when it was Kookie’s turn I suddenly was really really nervous it would land on one of the other girls and I didn’t know why but then it landed on me and we kissed and now I think I have a moderately huge crush on him that I never realized I had before and I'm kind of freaking out. Don’t tell anybody though please,” You finally took a breath after your long and wordy run on sentence.

“You’re just now realizing?” Jin had a huge smile on his face and was laughing but you had no idea why.

“What do you mean ‘you’re just now realizing?’” You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Y/N you and Jungkook obviously have had huge crushes on each other for like ever. He admitted his to me a while ago.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and you knew you would ask Jungkook about it the next time you saw him.

“Can you just take me to your place. It’s late and I'm tired,” After your friendly reminder Jin drove off to his house so you could sleep. He didn’t poke and prod at it any more and you were grateful. Jin was the older brother you never had and you were the little sister he always wanted.

When you woke up Jungkook was already there. You told him about how Jungkook told him that he had a crush on you. Jungkook shot you down almost immediately saying it was just a way to attempt to humiliate him. You felt hurt. Your best friend of years and your huge crush basically said it would be humiliating to have a crush on you. Lucky for you, you left very shortly after and spent your weekend preparing for your first year of high school and getting over your crush on Jungkook. Mostly.

****

Your freshman year was chaotic. You and Jungkook had only a few classes together so you almost drifted apart. It didn’t help that ever since the party Jungkook seemed to be hiding something from you. Something big. The only thing that kept you close was soccor and Jin. But after first semester Jungkook started hanging out with seniors and going to parties. You asked to go once, thinking that he would stay by your side and not let you be taken away by some guy you didn’t know. That wasn’t the case.

Once you entered through the doors Jungkook quickly left your side and got drunk. You caught him in a corner making out with a girl you had never seen before. Then you watched as he pulled her away to a room. Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed close behind. After a minute of them being alone in a room you began hearing moans. You were destroyed.

You quickly made your way to the door so you could go back home, when you ran into a very beautiful man. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He had beautiful chestnut hair and two beautiful dimples. You didn’t even bother asking for his name once you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You let him lead you to a room, know what was going to happen.

That was how you lost your virginity. It wasn’t special liked you hoped it was going to be. You later learned his name was Jaehyun. It didn’t matter because you didn’t plan on talking to him again. Neither of you wanted anything more than sex that night.

You and Jungkook got into a fight one night. You don’t know what happened to start the fight. All you remember is that it ended with both of you in tears and him hugging you like he never wanted to let go. You made up and everything that happened before that was forgotten. Mostly.

You spent the rest of your school years studying hard and getting through all of your actual difficult classes so the only non-elective class you were taking senior year was your English class. Which you had with Jungkook, of course. You spent your summers with him and you both made it into varsity soccor. He knew the truth about your love for soccor when he heard you talking to your mom about it.

You still hadn’t had a boyfriend yet in your sophomore year. You were just too busy with school to actually try to get a dude’s attention, and you said your junior year was going to be different. You would meet a guy, get Jungkook’s approval, fall in love, have the ‘break up talk’ when you sign up for college, and most likely do just that, break up. The only key problem is that whenever you were walking in the halls and saw a cute guy Jungkook would always say he was a dick and that he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You tended not to ask questions.

But now you were standing in front of your full-length body mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in your outfit and occasionally touching up your make up or hair. Your first day of senior year outfit was simple but was sure to turn heads. You opted for a tight-fitted white crop top that showed your cleavage, skinny ripped jeans that hugged your ass perfectly that also had a rip under your left ass cheek, and your black heeled Timberland’s. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup looked flawless. You asked Jungkook to bring one of his black leather jackets for you to wear over everything. Damn you looked good.

Just as you were shaking out any last nervous jitters you heard a honk, indicating that your best friend was here to pick you up. You quickly grabbed your bag, ran down stairs, and grabbed two slices of toast for breakfast. Saying by to your parents you turned the nob of the door handle and ran out towards Jungkook’s car. As you opened the door to his red convertible, he looked at you and his jaw dropped. You missed the way his eyes scanned your figure and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. He was eating you up in his mind, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Hey Kookie, do you have the jacket I asked for?” You handed him a piece of toast as your put on your seatbelt, shaking him out of his trance as he gave you said jacket.

“Ready for our first day? You’re going to be turning heads in that outfit,” You missed the way his eyes snuck a glance at your cleavage before driving off.

“I know right. I’ve been single all of high school so far and this year I want that to change.” You had a huge smile plastered across your face as you spoke. “I like your outfit by the way, it’s nice.” He was wearing black skinny jeans, black doc martins, a black tee, and a black faux leather jacket. And because of Jungkook’s new found passion of working out his thighs looked incredible.

“Thanks. Are we still going out to lunch so we don’t need to eat cafeteria food?”

“Duh, what else, and chew with your mouth closed you look like a 7-year-old.” You rolled your eyes and Jungkook did not miss the small and simple gesture.

“Hey! You’re the one who became friends with this 7-year-old.”

“That’s not fair you were an angel sent from heaven, my savior. Now you’re just a jack-ass.

“I know you love me.”

“Jungkook what would you know. At first you thought that 7x7 was 64.”

“Oh my god woman will you just drop that I was in 3rd grade.” You both just laughed at each other’s silly antics from when you were younger until you pulled into the school’s parking lot. The second you stood up and walked over to walk in with your best friend, every one stopped and stared. It felt like one of those dramatic movie scenes where the wind is blowing and everything turns into slow motion while you hear the main characters internal monolog.

“Why is everyone staring at us, is something in my teeth? Did my makeup smudge?” You pulled at the side of his jacket making him lean down so you could whisper in his ear. Just because you were walking in 4-inch heels did not make you as tall as him.

“No dummy. We look like the ultimate power couple right now. The hottest girl and guy in school, of course they’re staring.” You were so busy nodding your head and looking at other people that you didn’t catch the way his eyes fell to the curve of your ass.

You walked into school going to your respectable homerooms, then meeting up in the hall to go to your shared English class. You noticed that the popular girls kept trying to befriend you. You knew it was because you were now a threat and they did not want you to be prom queen. Last year you weren’t but guess who was, Emily. You still didn’t like each other. You don’t know why you didn’t get along but it’s not like you wanted to be her friend or something.

You and Jungkook sat down next to each other talking about how weird the day had been. People were still staring but who could blame them, you both had huge summer glow ups.

When you looked up at the clock hanging above the door, you notice a boy you’ve never seen before. He was incredibly attractive and had a beautiful symmetric face. You felt like you were drooling while you stared at him. Then he looked over at you and smiled. How the hell does a man’s smile look like that. You finally met the man that would actually rival Jungkook’s own good looks.

“Hey can I sit here?” You jumped when he asked the question, not expecting his voice to also sound hot.

“Yeah, Y/N by the way.” You held out your hand for him to take, but instead of shaking it he placed an opened mouth kissed on your knuckles. Wow he was hot. It made your thighs clench. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” You were so entranced by this new boy’s handsome good looks you didn’t see the terrifying daggers Jungkook was sending his way. He read him like a book. He would lead a girl on, take her innocence, and then leave her out to dry.

Jungkook didn’t just guess this either, he had Taehyung’s snapchat and snapped him one summer after he saw him at a party. Taehyung had told Jungkook his tactics, and Jungkook even went to his house where he witnessed him use those very tactics.

“There’s a party at my house Saturday night around 10 pm, if you give me your number, I can text you the details and you can come.” You turned to Jungkook giving him hopeful eyes until he sighed and nodded. After all you don’t go to a party without your best friend.

“As long as Jungkook, my best friend since 1st grade might I add, can come with.” You weren’t going without him and that was that. Taehyung agreed without hesitation and you gave him your number. You quickly regretted it though because once he opened his mouth you lost interest extremely quickly.

All he could seem to talk about was all of the girls he’s hooked up with and how he could get any girl he wanted. You knew what he was trying to get at and became bored very fast. You were actually extremely grateful when the class started.

You and Jungkook passed notes the entire time, all about the egotistical boy next to you. And even though you didn’t like him, you would go to his party because you wanted to actually live a little your senior year. But sadly, one potential future boyfriend was out the door and you were back at square one.

The rest of the week passed by fast and because you had mostly easy elective classes you had no homework over the weekend for the first time in years. Which meant you had all sorts of time to party. You texted Jungkook to pick you up at around 9 so you would have time to get ready but still be at the party in time.

****

You woke up around noon on Saturday from your alarm. You didn't wake up because you wanted to but because you didn’t want to ruin the sleep schedule you didn’t even have. Why did you wake up again? Anyways once you woke up from you slumber you texted Jungkook to clear up some last-minute details.

Y/N

are you up yet? I just woke up. why dont I wake up like disney princesses?? I look like a monster :(

Kookie

Disney princesses are pretty thats why you don’t look like them in the morning or ever for that matter

Y/N

stfu your no prince charming either

Kookie

Really? Then why would almost every girl in our school blow me???

Y/N

If thats the case then why don’t you get some so you can stop complaining to me about how horny you always are??

Kookie

Because I have my right eye some one

Y/N

WHO?!?! and why havent I heard about this until now?? and why just your right eye??

Kookie

Because not EVERYTHING is your business smartypants and dont talk about my left eye

Y/N

whatever I will find out about this mystery girl though… MARK MY WORDS!! YOULL BE JUNGSHOOK

Kookie

Whatever you say smartypants whyd you text me anyways?

Y/N

Right! your still picking me up, RIGHT?!

Kookie

Its you’re, but yes I'm still picking you up

Y/N

Good, I will be ready in 3-4 hours :)

Kookie

You do know the party is at like 10 right

Y/N

THEN JUST PICK ME UP AT 10 GOD DAMNIT

Kookie

Not how you spell dammit but alright

Y/N

Stfu english nerd and good bye until 10

With that your conversation with Jungkook ended and you started to binge watch Haikyu!! until around 6. Then you rolled out of bed and started getting ready. You got into the shower, shaving everything. You didn’t know what was going to happen tonight so you figured you would be extra prepared. You even used your exfoliator, if you anyone got to touch you, they would be lucky.

Then you did your hair. You curled it perfectly and then put it in a high pony tail. Perfect party hair in your opinion. Then you did your makeup making sure to keep it simple yet amazing. You opted for a winged liner, perfectly done brows, and dark red lipstick. Lastly was your outfit. Your room was a complete mess after you threw half of your closet onto the floor but your pretty sure you found a great outfit.

You put on your matching set of black lacy lingerie that made your ass look good and your boobs even better. You than grabbed a different white crop top with a dangerously low cut making your black lace peak out from the sides and small booty shorts that barely covered your ass. Then you grabbed the same leather jacket you wore on your first day of school and put on a pair of sneakers. You went to that party with Jungkook once so you knew how crazy and disgusting the ground could be.

By the time you were completely done it was already 8:47. You didn’t think it would take quite that long to get ready but at the same time you did. You were touching up your makeup when Jungkook texted you he was waiting. You didn’t tell your parents about the fact that you were going to a party and they knew that if they saw you dressed the way you were, they would flip. So like any other teen, you made plans to sneak out.

The only person you to actually worry about catching you was your dad because you knew if your mom caught you, she would laugh at you and tell you to have fun. Your dad on the other hand not so much.

Jungkook parked a block down from your house and turned off his car headlights so he wouldn’t be as noticeable. You opened your window as quietly was possible and began to scale your wall. Thankful that your bedroom window was the one closest to the gutter and that you chose sneakers as your shoes. Once you hit the ground safely, you bolted for Jungkook’s car and got in as fast as you could.

“Hey cutie,” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows. Luckily for him, his car lights were off so you didn’t catch him gaping at your breasts.

“Sup, you ready to party?” You asked as he turned on the car and started to drive where the GPS told him.

“Yes, now remember no sleeping with some random dude and no drugs”

“Same to you mister”

“Ok so if you want to stay out late text your mom and ask if you can spend the night at my house because my parents are out of town and Jin is going to this food thing with his friends for like three days.” Jungkook said as he merged into traffic.

“Good idea,” You pulled out your phone and texted your mom knowing she would understand much better than your father. “She said that’s fine”.

“Good so if you get hung over you don’t need to try and explain it to your mom,” Damn was Jungkook always this smart, and did he always look this good.

After driving the rest of the way, you pulled into Taehyung’s house and you were awestruck. It was huge and surrounded by hedges. You couldn’t see another house within a mile which was good because that means the cops won’t be called because of noise complaints.

You stepped out of Jungkook’s car and walked into Taehyung’s house immediately being greeted with the smell of alcohol and weed. You quickly got separated from Jungkook and made your way to the kitchen to fill a red solo cup half full with some beer you found and apple juice. You slammed it down, wincing as it made its way down your throat. It wasn’t the best tasting but it was better than the beer by itself.

Once you were done making yourself the same drink again, you made your way outside and found a huge pool with a jacuzzi right by it. You scanned the area, seeing a couple making out in the pool and three boys you didn’t quite recognize playing around in the pool. As you continued looking around taking another sip of your drink you noticed something strange. Standing next to the pool was Jungkook and Emily.

She was twirling her hair in her fingers and giggling while Jungkook looked her up and down smirking the entire time.

You know you’ve been telling Jungkook to get a girlfriend for years now, but you thought he knew you were just joking. For some odd reason you were upset. You didn’t know why at first. Maybe because you didn’t like Emily, maybe because you didn’t want Emily to steal him away from you. You were Jealous. You hated when it hit you like a pile of bricks. But you definitely intended on doing something about it.

You quickly downed the rest of your drink in your red solo cup hoping it would give you more courage, and made your way over to them.

“Hey Jungkook I need to talk to y-,” You were walking towards him and before you knew it you were falling into the pool. Your first thought was that you tripped but when you resurfaced from the water you saw Emily looking at you with a sly grin. All you could do was glare.

“Oops,” Emily snickered as she grabbed out her phone and took several pictures of you. Great now your hot ass makeup and hair was completely ruined. Shit you’re wearing a WHITE shirt and BLACK bra that are now wet. You looked down to confirm it and sure enough your shirt was more than see-through. AND Jungkook’s leather jacket was ruined. At least you wore sneakers.

“What the fuck Emily,” You were startled from your stare down with the girl when you heard Jungkook’s low voice. It was loud and honestly kind of turned you on. Wait you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend like that. You shook the thought out of your head and looked up at Jungkook. His fists were balled up at his sides and his jaw was clenched. He looked fine as hell.

As you slowly made your way to the side of the pool, he took off his leather jacket and knelt down. Once you got to the side he reached down with both arms, inserted his hands under your armpits, and hoisted you out of the water. He then helped you take off his ruined leather jacket and threw it at Emily. “Happy now?” He then took his perfectly fine leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders instructing you to hold it closed. “Come on let’s go get you cleaned up.” He bent down and whispered it into your ear causing shivers to go down your spin. You could only nod in response.

As he led you towards the doors of the house, he yanked his jacket from Emily’s hand and gave her one of the scariest looks you’ve ever seen. All you did was smirk and stick your tongue out at her like a 5-year-old. You were very satisfied.

He led you through the crowd of people dancing and grinding on each other like they weren’t in a public setting. He then led you to what you assumed was going to be a bathroom but ended up being a bedroom. You couldn’t help but wonder how he knew his way around so well.

When you entered the room, you realized it was huge with a bathroom connected to it. “Why did you take me here instead of a normal bathroom?” You asked.

“Because most likely they are occupied by other people and I don’t really want to walk in on some other couple having sex. Especially when I'm with you.” What was that supposed to mean? “And before you ask how I know my way around, I used to be sort of friends with Tae. I only came here once when he tried hooking me up with some random chick and I guessed I just remembered my way around.” He was so honest so easily.

“Did you do anything with the chick?” You felt stupid the moment you asked.

“What?” You don’t know if he didn’t hear you or what but you still asked again.

“Did you do anything with her, the girl he tried hooking you up with?” You felt pathetic.

“I told you have my right eye on someone else.” He said leading you into the bathroom.

“Who is this lucky girl anyways?” You asked sitting on the sink countertop while you took off Jungkook’s jacket.

He paused, “Let’s just say, I played a game of spin the bottle at Jimin’s house before freshman year started. I kissed her. She was the only person I kissed that night. I realized that I had a massive crush on her but she left and felt hella crushed. I stopped playing and couldn’t help but feel like I was losing her forever. But I still spend all of my spare time with her and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Deep down I’m afraid that she will never like me back because of the girls I slept with freshman year but I want her to know that I only did that to try and convince myself that it I wasn’t in love with her. After I found out she slept with some random guy one night at a party that I took her to I came to my senses and let myself love her. I still regret the night I took her to that party because I wish I was the one to get to take her innocence away.”

You looked at him, you mouth agape, “oh” You knew he was talking about you.

You watched his eyes dart down to your lips as his tongue poked out lick his. His hands drifted down and grabbed your waist softly, just in case you wanted to stop him. He slowly leaned down, brushing your hair behind your ear and whispering in a deep raspy tone that made your panties wet, “You can stop me at any time”.

Within moments his soft, plush lips were on yours. Your hands made their way up his back and intertwined into his black curly locks, tugging harshly. Jungkook let out a low groan that made your body hot. One of his hands crept up and lightly brushed against your nipple making you gasp into the kiss. Jungkook didn’t waste any time and immediately his tongue was exploring your mouth.

Once you broke the kiss, gasping for air, Jungkook placed his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up, causing goosebumps to emit across your body. He carried you out of the bathroom, throwing you on the bed. You watched as he took off his shirt and crawled over you. You’ve seen him shirtless many times but this time it was different. You happy felt up his chest and you didn’t have to worry about him questioning you because he was kneeling over you, devouring you with his eyes.

Before you knew it, he was trying to take your shirt off. You gladly assisted him, pulling off your bra along with it. Once it was off and you looked up at him, you felt shy. Jungkook was just staring at your chest and wasn’t saying anything.

“Do you need to make it obvious that you don’t like my boobs?” Your hands went up to cover yourself. You were always insecure about them.

“Your right Y/N I don’t like your boobs; I fucking love them,” He quickly moved your hands away and leaned down. His mouth connected with your nipple, his tongue making your back arch into him. You felt yourself growing wetter by the second. His teeth gently grazed your nipple and you let out a loud whimper. You really hoped your great-grandma wasn’t watching you right now.

He left of your nipple with a pop and kissed his way to your other, leaving small hickeys marking his path. He did the same things to this one. You couldn’t wait anymore and moved your hand down to your core. You needed some sort of friction, but Jungkook’s hand stopped you.

“Ungrateful slut. I’m giving you all of this pleasure and you can’t wait. I want you to ride my thigh and maybe if I like what I see I’ll let you finish more than once tonight,” You looked at him in awe. When the fuck did he learn to talk like that. It was hot as hell but still.

He went and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. You werent sure what to do, so he pulled you onto his thigh. You froze up right away. You were straddling his thigh too afraid to do anything. He looked you dead in the eyes as his hands went down to your waist, forcing you to move. Relief flooded you. You were so happy that he finally let you have some sort of friction.

Your hands went to rest on his shoulders so it was easier to hold yourself up. You quickly started doing all of the work. Moving yourself at a fast pace on Jungkook’s thigh. You could feel his hard through his pants and it only made you more needy. He continuously clenched his thigh making you come undone even faster.

“Oh my god Jungkook. I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cu-,” You let out shaky breath feeling that familiar knot build up in your stomach. Right as you were about to snap Jungkook stopped your hips from moving.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum already? Go lay down.” You obeyed him quickly, watching as he kneeled down at the end of the bed. He grabbed your pants and with one swift motion slid them off, throwing them somewhere else in the room.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you. This good little pussy” He ripped your panties off of you, eliciting a loud groan. You were becoming impatient, squirming in front of him. He used his hand to hold your hips in place, while his other went to rub delicate circles on your clit. You watched as his face dove into you. Licking a stripe up your folds, collecting all of your juices.

“Fuck Y/N. You taste so good.” He groaned out, quickly diving back in. His eyes were blown out in hunger. He moved his hand away from your clit and replaced it with his tongue. Sliding one finger in you, moving at a slow pace and curling it, reaching your g-spot. A loud moan escaped you as you started trying to rock your hips against his face. Interlacing your fingers in his locks.

He pulled away to take a breath, “Do you think you can handle to fingers? Gotta prepare my baby for later. Yeah? I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Gonna destroy this pussy.” With that he inserted a second finger into you, reattacking your clit with his tongue. His pace kept intensifying. You could feel the familiar knot in your stomach build.

“Fuck Jungkook. I'm gonna-,” your words turned into a drawn-out moan when he hummed against your clit.

“Cum for me baby.” At that, the knot it your stomach snapped and relief washed over your body. You tried closing your legs but Jungkook held them open.

Once he was done lapping up all of your juices, he moved up and kissed you, hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands made their way down to undo Jungkook’s pants. He broke away from the kiss and stood up, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swift motion.

You stared at his member for a second in awe. You knew he was big, but no that big. The tip was an angry red and you could see the veins. You were growing wetter just thinking about the delicious stretch.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said “I'm gonna have to go in raw.”

You smiled up at him, bucking your hips up towards his hard to get some sort of friction. “I'm on birth control.” That was all you needed to say before he slowly started entering you. The stretch being uncomfortable.

“You okay?” He asked worry on his face. You shook your head, “It’s just, new.”

He smiled, “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

After a moment you shook your head, giving him the okay to start moving again. He slowly pulled out all the way before pushing in again, hitting your g-spot as he did. You could feel the veins on his cock, and your legs wrapped around his small waist as your hands wrapped around his neck.

He slowly started to pick up the pace, pulling out all of the way before pushing back in. It wasn’t long before the pain morphed into pleasure. Moans spilling from your lips. The louder you moaned the faster he went.

“Ha-harder, da-daddy,” you didn’t mean to say it, but when you did his head snapped up.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He starting snapping his hips into yours. You could hear the head board hitting the wall with each thrust but you didn’t mind at all. All you felt was bliss.

“Da-addy I-I'm gonna c-cum.” Your walls started clenching around him.

“Fuck baby, cum. Cum for daddy” With that you did. Your release hit you hard. Your legs shaking as you dug your nails into his back piercing a few layers of his skin. Moaning out his name.

Even after you came, he kept pounding into you, chasing his own high. Beautiful moans escaping his lips as he did. Your moans making him close. His body was coated in a layer of sweat.

“Cum in me daddy. Please. Fill me up.” You choked out as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” You tightened around him one last time, feeling as his seed shot into you. You both laid there for a moment. Neither one wanting to leave. You could feel your mixed juicing seeping out of your whole as he began to soften inside you.

He slowly pulled out of you, “You need to go to the bathroom.” He picked you up bridal style from the bed and walked you over to the bathroom. Setting you down on the toilet so you could pee. When you were done, he picked you up and set you on the counter, taking a warm rag and cleaning you off making you sigh at the pleasant feeling. He carried you back to the bed and laid you down, getting into his boxers.

He laid down next to you and covered you both with the blanket, before wrapping his arm around tightly around your waist. His chin on your head as he cuddled you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep

****

When you woke up and saw your best friend next to you, sleeping peacefully, you were relieved. Relieved that it wasn’t a dream and relieved that he didn’t up and leave in the middle of the night to leave because he regretted it. You leaned over and draped your arm over his torso and snuggled up to him, resting you head on his arm. He groaned, making you halt your actions.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said with a smile, kissing you on the top of your head.

You smiled happy it was him you woke up next to, “Morning.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. :) Send any ideas you have for anything. P.S The gif wouldn’t load :( so sorry about that.

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pussy-potions · 3 years

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𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷

nsfw jihoon

warnings: oral, choking, sex

word count: 2.1k

original post date: may 3 2018

You grabbed the bag holding Jihoon’s dinner before heading into the Pledis building and looking for the recording studio you knew he would be hidden away in. Sometimes you wished he would take more time off to relax a little, he was always either composing or practicing and it did worry you when he would come home late at night just to wake up early the next day.

You knocked on the door before you stepped inside, greeting Jihoon and kissing his cheek. “I brought you dinner. Figured it would be better then some take out.” You pulled up a chair and sat down beside him as he cleared some space for the plastic container filled with food.

“Thank you Y/n. I really appreciate what you do for me, even when it doesn’t look like it.” Sincerity filled his voice as he held the side of your face, leaning in to kiss your lips. You sighed as you got pulled up onto his lap. Jihoon’s hands slid to your hips as you rocked yourself on his crotch, his member hardening underneath you. Jihoon groaned against your lips when you started to palm his member through his pants. You lightly bounced on his bulge as his fingers slipped up your skirt, his fingers dipped under the hem of your panties. “You’re so wet already and I haven’t done anything to you yet.” Jihoon’s middle finger slipped into your heat, curling the digit inside of you. You let your forehead meet his shoulder when he added a second finger while his thumb rubbed your clit. “You’re practically dripping on me Y/n. Did you miss me that much?” You wordlessly nodded your head against the crook of his neck. Jihoon kissed your neck as he pumped his fingers in your heat. You bucked your hips on the digits, fisting his shirt in your hand as you felt the knot in your stomach threaten to snap. Jihoon removed his fingers from you, a loud whine tore from you from how close you were. “I want you to earn it first kitten.” Jihoon watched as you slipped onto your knees under his work desk, loving the way you looked between his legs as you quickly pulled his member out of its confinements. Eagerness clear across your face.

He let out a sigh when you started pumping his member, your thumb spreading some of the precum on his slit. You licked at the pink head, watching the way his head tilted back from the contact. You took more of his length into your mouth, spreading your saliva on his cock and speeding up your hand. Flickering your eyes between his cock and his face, you moaned around him. The vibrations causing his right leg to jump and loudly hit the desk. Jihoon’s eyes shot open as he pressed his lips together in a line and listen for anyone outside the door. Your heart dropped when you heard someone knock on the door. “Hey Jihoon are you okay? I think I heard a loud noise coming form here.” Jihoon pulled his chair further under the desk, trying to hide you as best as he could once he heard the door knob turning.

“What do you want Seungkwan. I’m a little bit busy right now.” You watched from under the desk as Jihoon clenched his jaw as you lightly sucked at the mushroom tip of his cock.

“Well I heard a loud noise coming from here and I needed to ask you about my vocals from today’s recordings.” Seungkwan stepped closer to your boyfriend, completely unaware of the fact that you were under his desk with Jihoon’s cock in your mouth.

“There wasn’t any noise in here but music and you’re vocals were great today. Can you go now.” Jihoon narrowed his eyes a little when Seungkwan hesitated to move. Glancing back up at Jihoon you hallowed your cheeks, watching as Jihoon groaned lowly. This caught Seungkwan’s attention, he widened his eyes a little from the noise Jihoon released. “Oh my God are you okay Ji-”

“Yes now get out already,” Jihoon slightly raised his voice, Seungkwan seemed to understand his urgency and left the room as quickly as he came in. Jihoon turned to look down at you, a smug smile on your lips as you pumped his leaking member. Kitten licking at his slit. “Oh so you wanna play like that huh?” Jihoon’s hands threaded through your hair, moving your head on his cock at the pace he wanted from you. You put your hands on his thighs, keeping yourself steady as he fucked himself with your mouth.

“Next time think before you do something Y/n. You know I don’t like it when my kitten misbehaves.” You whined around him as he fucked up into your mouth. Drool dribbled down your chin as he hit the back of your throat, you could feel yourself dripping onto the studio floor. Your pussy throbbed as Jihoon looked into your eyes the same way a predator did to its prey. Obscene slurping and gagging noises echoed in your ears as Jihoon growled out your name along with some curse words. “You look so good taking my cock like this. Knowing that any of the boys could come in and interrupt us again. Such a dirty little kitten.” You felt his cock pulsing, as he hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering . Jihoon held your head still on his cock when he heard some footsteps outside his door again. Swallowing around him, you kept your eyes on his face, watching the way his tongue swiped over his lips once he heard the footsteps disappear down the hall. He pulled you off his throbbing member, one hand still in your hair as he pulled you up to sit on his desk. “You’re gonna have to be quiet kitten. But we’re gonna have to make this quick I don’t want anyone to find you spread out for me kitten.” Flipping your skirt up, you pulled your panties to the side as you watched Jihoon roll on a condom and pump himself before spreading your leaking arousal over your folds with his cock.

“Please Jihoon,” you leaned back on your hands as you bucked your hips against his. “I thought you said we had to make this qui-.” Your breath caught in your throat as he pushed past your lower lips. His member sliding in inch by inch as Jihoon gripped your hips tightly.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he started to shallowly thrust into your heat. Sinking your teeth into your lip, you tilted your head back as Jihoon peppered kisses on your skin. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you quietly begged him to move faster. “Anything for my kitten,” Jihoon’s hips snapped into yours, a loud gasp was released from the force of his hips slapping yours. He moved his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing as his eyes bore into yours. “But you have to stay quiet for me. I don’t want anyone else to be seeing what’s mine,” he growled in your ear. His hot breath sending shivers down your spine as you bit your lip, silencing yourself to heavy breathing and the smallest whimpers. His left hand pushed your shirt above your breasts, his hand squeezing the flesh before he pulled the fabric of your bra down. Your nipples hardened as your breasts made contact with the cold air circulating the room. His hands squeezed your breasts, fingers playing with the harden buds as you arched your back further into his hands. Jihoon dipped his head down to your chest, his tongue flicking at the nubs before he wrapped his lips around your nipple. The hot muscle swirled around the nub, your quiet moans urging him on. His lips trailed up your chest to your neck, sucking small marks onto your skin.

Leaning your head on Jihoon’s shoulder, you panted into the crook of his neck as you felt your high creeping up on you. “Fuck, Jihoon I-”

“Just a little longer kitten, I’m almost there,” Jihoon panted against your neck before covering your lips with his. His tongue wrestled with yours as he thrusted harder, bring you both closer to your release. Clenching your walls around him, you fisted his shirt in your hands. Lifting your head up to look into Jihoon’s hooded eyes, you pressed your forehead against his as you snaked a hand down to rub your clit. Your fingers worked quickly on your bundle of nerves as you rhythmically clenched around Jihoon’s pulsing cock. His grip on your hips tightened, a quiet whimper fell from your lips when he pulled you closer against him.

Tightening your legs around his waist, you tried to keep your legs from shaking too violently as you felt your release slipping through your hold. Jihoon locked his lips with yours, swallowing your moans as you came around him. Your pussy gripping onto his member tightly as he rode out your orgasm.

“Hey you got a min-”

Your eyes snapped open when you heard an extra voice in the room. Jihoon kept thrusting into you as you locked eyes with Jun. You pulled at the short strands on the back of his neck, trying to get his attention to the extra pair of eyes staring wide eyed at you two as Jihoon had you trapped between his arms and the desk, “Jihoon we’re not a-”

“I’m too fucking close to care right now kitten,” Jihoon slowed down his hips a little, looking over his shoulder to look at the stunned boy at the door. “You,” Jun stiffened up as he waited for Jihoon to continue. You felt your cheeks burn from the embarrassment of being caught fucking in the studio, ducking your heated face into the crook of his neck as you tried to calm your racing heart. “You can either stay and watch or get the hell out of here. Just shut the fucking door when you choose.”

Breathing a small sigh of relief when you heard the door shut and the lock clicked into place, you looked up from Jihoon’s shoulder. Your mouth dropped open when you saw that Jun was still there and heading towards you two.

“You’re okay with me touching her Jihoon?” Jun cocked an eye brow as he took in your disheveled appearance. His eyes lingering at your chest and pussy. Mesmerized by the way your cunt looked wrapped around Jihoon’s glistening cock.

“Yeah, we’ve already talked about a threesome before and we both agreed on it.” Jihoon groaned out against your skin. Your nails dug into Jihoon’s shoulders as his pace got fast and sloppy.

His hips stuttered as he groaned beside your ear, cumming inside the condom. Jihoon slowly pulled out of you with an expression of bliss on his face as he collapsed in his chair. Your legs spread open as you leaned back on your hands, “Jun please,” you whimpered out as you reached out for him. Taking hold of his shirt sleeve, you pulled him down to your lips. Jun pressed his body against yours, his soft lips hesitantly touching yours. Pressing your lips firmer against his you licked at the seam of his lips, effectively relaxing him. Jun’s tongue tangled with yours as he let his hands wander down your body. Moaning a little when he bit your lip, you pulled away from him with hooded eyes. Jun’s fingers pulled his shirt over his head, throwing the fabric to the side as he rested his hand on your neck.

“We’ll have to make this quick Jun, then we can continue at home,” Jihoon grunted out as he brushed a hand over the nail marks over his shoulders.

Jun’s eyes trailed down to your core, flicking up to look at your heated face. “It’s Y/n I’m worried about. I can make it quick but can she keep quiet?” Jun smirked at you as he ran a finger over your folds, collecting your wetness on the digit.

“Now we’ll just have to see, won’t we kitten?” Jihoon rested his head on his hand as he watched Jun pump his finger inside you. “You don’t want to get punished when we get home do you?”

Jun let out a light airy laugh at Jihoon’s question. “I think that’s exactly what she’d want. Having two cocks fill her up until she’s shaking and can’t think of anything else but being filled to the brim,” He ran his nose along your neck as he placed wet kisses on the marked skin. “Wouldn’t you baby doll?”

You weakly nodded your head as Jun slipped two more fingers inside your pussy. “Now let me have a taste baby doll. You just need to keep quiet or else you’ll be in real big trouble at the end of the night.”

#seventeen smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #jun smut

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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shut in [3]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, implied abuse, ptsd, fighting over beds

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: every part i introduce more anonymous characters smh. i also appreciate feedback so if you would like to, please consider dropping me an ask or comment ly guys!! also if you want to be on the taglist, it’s mentioned at the bottom of the chapter.

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“Don’t make me shoot you, Wilson.”

“It doesn’t have to end this way, agent.”

“How’s it looking out there?”

“There’s been some talk. Apparently Serpentine isn’t very happy that their intel is dead. They’ve got people looking out for you everywhere.”

A frown adorned your face. Sam was leaning forward on his arms, head turned down as he listened to Ransone.

“How dangerous is it?”

“I would say that everyone’s a little wound up. Best not to go anywhere even a little populated.”

“Noted.” It would blow over in a while. The media coverage of Pierce’s assassination would die down with the changing news cycle soon.

“I can have someone pick you up wherever you are. Just tell me where.”

“Don’t bother. We won’t be here for too long,” you responded, Sam nodding in agreement. Once it quietened down you could leave, go back to Ransone without blowing your cover.

“Whatever makes you happy. Just let me know when you’re out.”

The click of the call ending took with it the only noise in the room.

Sam picked up the phone to remove the battery, discarding it to maintain your security. Burner phones were useful, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Wait,” you cut in, holding your hand out for it, “I need to make another call.”

The both of you were seated at the dining table. A piece of paper lay in front of you, playing the dangerous role of being the mediator.

You were trying to ration out your supplies and create a schedule as a way of finding middle ground. Things were more or less calm for the last two days, but the fight over the bedroom was wading into territory that could only be solved by a good old middle school fistfight.

Currently you were figuring out a meal plan so that you could establish some kind of routine. With bread as the only uniting factor, the other three components were going on a rotation. You had reached all the way till Saturday before running out of possible combinations.

“I’m just saying-”

“Don’t.”

“We’ve exhausted all edible options, it’s the only combination left-”

“I will not hesitate to fatally wound you.” You were only half kidding. The ridiculousness of the ideas he was proposing was entertaining, and you knew he wasn’t being serious. It was hard to catch a moment where he was.

“Fine. But in case we get to the point where peanut butter and jelly is the only thing that’s left, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“I would rather die than shovel spoonfuls of plain jelly and peanut butter into my mouth.”

“Your survival game is weak,” he chided, tsk-tsking at you.

You only rolled your eyes at him, moving on to the next subject.

Bed.

“Easy, we just alternate days. You got the last two days, so I get the next two and then we just switch everyday.” Sam eased back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head leisurely.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” you asked, writing down the plan he had just presented. The bed wasn’t queen sized with memory foam or any kind of privilege like that, but it definitely beat the couch with its odd lumps and depressions.

“A week tops. Anything more is just excessive.”

“Hello,” you said, voice low, even though you were well out of earshot of Sam. He was eying you from the living room window. If he was as good as he claimed he was, he’d know how to read lips and you couldn’t afford to have him do that.

“Code?”

You turned your back to the window, facing the large trees that loomed before you. “1993. It’s me.”

“Y/N?” He sounded suspicious, a little shocked, and you understood why he would be.

“Living and breathing.” You toed at a rock that lay ahead of you.

“Word on the street is that you’re dead,” he pointed out dryly.

“Not me; Pierce. I escaped. It was a trap.” When the rock you were playing around with escaped after a particularly hard kick, you started pacing up and down instead, “Ransone put a hit out on him because he thought he was leaking information.”

“How on earth did he come to that conclusion?”

“Don’t know. He was dead before we got there.”

“Who is ‘we’? You got someone there with you?” You didn’t realise it had slipped out during your conversation.

“Another one of our guys. Apparently I was a backup in case he didn’t show up, but he did, so now we’re stuck together.” You averted your gaze to Sam who was still observing you from the window brazenly, intently.

“Where are you?”

“We’re safe.”

“Alright.” He sounded like he understood, albeit not entirely convinced. “Stay low.”

“Will do.”

With that you hung up the call, dropped the phone to the ground and crushed it under your boot heel. When you were convinced that it was sufficiently useless, you turned on your heel, making your way back.

You walked back into the house, beelining to the kitchen to make up for your missed lunch, only to be greeted with Sam sitting on the couch looking at you inquisitively.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody,” you answered straightforwardly, opening the cabinet to get two slices of bread.

“If it has somethin’ to do with this situation we’re in then I need to know who you’re talking to.”

“Just drop it. It has nothing to do with you.” You found the jar of peanut butter he had already opened, using a butter knife to spread it along the bread.

“Somehow I’m finding that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you must. I’m going to take a nap,” you answered evasively, chewing absentmindedly on the sandwich you had just made. You didn’t bother to look at him as you headed towards the bedroom.

“Hey now, hold on a minute. Who said you had bedroom privileges? You’ve been using it for two days.” You stopped in your tracks, face scrunching in annoyance. “If you’re keeping vital information about my life from me, then I think I deserve to not have a fuckin’ backache when I wake up in the morning.”

You quickly weighed the pros and cons in your head, imagining how the next few minutes would pan out if you just said ‘no’ and left. But in every imaginary argument you proposed, the bottom line ended with him prodding at you until he either got the information that he wanted or the bed.

Frankly, the bed was something you were willing to sacrifice to get him to stop meddling in your business. It seemed like the only reasonable way to get him off your ass.

“Fine.” You spun around to face him. “We’re making an arrangement.”

“Whoever has the bed has to forfeit TV privileges for that day.”

“Sounds reasonable. None of those three movies can be played more than twice in a row.”

That was more to preserve your sanity than anything. You had already seen each of them once, bordering on thrice for Die Hard. Sam’s fault, not yours.

“We should have a codeword. In case there's danger or something. Or maybe if you just want to be left alone,” Sam suggested, finger pointing to the blank space left at the end of the paper. “But it’ll be like solitary confinement since it’s so fuckin’ quiet here.”

Almost on instinct your mind flashed to images of dark cells. Quiet sobs. Blood stains on the wall, originating from clawing at it. Sunlight through one small window at the top. Utter loneliness except for yourself.

You could remember the soreness in your legs from curling up into a ball for hours, rocking back and forth. The smell of drain water collecting in the basement where the cell was.

Isolation.

“You got any suggestions?”

“Huh?” You forced yourself back to the present. Your knuckles had a dull ache in them from holding the pencil too hard.

“Do you have any ideas for a codeword?” Sam repeated, looking at you intently.

“No, nothing off the top of my head.” You shook your head, trying to regain focus. You loosened your grip on the pencil, letting it fall to the table.

“We’ll just leave it at ‘Brooklyn’ for the time being.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed to whatever he was saying. It was just a precaution in case something major happened. It was rather unlikely that you were going to use it anyway.

Codewords weren’t uncommon in your business, but it was mostly used for missions or other professional standings. Regardless of being less adventurous than what you tended to work on, this was work at the end of the day.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, I think we’re done.” His chair scraped loudly against the ground as he got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going out for a while. Need to shake off the possible osteoporosis.”

You didn’t bother asking where he was going, ears following his footsteps as he walked down the hall to the bedroom, probably to get his jacket that he hung up in the drawer.

You left the paper on top of the mini fridge, alongside the car keys and a few dollars you had nabbed in the hurry from Pierce’s house.

Staring around you at the silent room, you realised that there really wasn’t much to do. It wasn’t like you to have so much time on your hands. You could always go for a run or test out some of the weapons hidden here.

You had the rest of the house to explore, plans to draw up, a post mortem to assess what went wrong on the mission, even though the last option wasn’t possible without Sam’s cooperation.

Fuck it, you decided. Couch it is.

Kicking your feet up, you grabbed the TV remote to flip to the news station. The town rarely had anything to report on but it would be worthwhile to know what exactly was available around. Possibly assimilate in the crowd in case you wanted to be hidden.

It took you a few minutes of mindless surfing through static channels till you found it. It seemed like a scene right out of a Hallmark movie; the reporter was holding a microphone to a child who looked like he understood nothing of what was going on.

You were barely paying attention as it flipped from segment to segment, other things taking precedence in your mind even though you willed yourself to relax. There really wasn’t much to make a note of other than a few good samaritans and how utterly boring the lack of content was. A few occasional glimpses of stores and other resources available in the background were the only interesting part.

You were starting to drift off by the time it reached the breaking news of the evening. Sam had already come back when the sky slipped into twilight. He barely acknowledged your form lazing on the couch, only offering you a greeting and a goodbye as he made himself his dinner to take to the room.

Your eyes were just about closing when the breaking news of that evening came in. It was all politics. People you knew from old missions waving and smiling their way to lead their country as if the dubious acts they committed behind the scenes to get there was erased.

Until you suddenly jolted awake, eyes wide open.

“Wilson. Wilson!” You hit the cushion furiously to get his attention when he didn’t respond the first time around.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What?” he yelled in response, mild irritation in his voice. You knew it sounded like you were shouting bloody murder even though no one was around other than you two, but you didn’t care.

“Look at this!” You couldn’t stop gawking at the screen. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

“What? What do you wa-” He stalked into the room, ready to tell you to stop yelling but stopped mid sentence when he finally saw what you were so concerned about.

“Reports claim that the victim was attacked early in the afternoon at his villa. Officers say they found multiple signs of a forced entry, following which he was shot dead. So far no arrests have been made but the police have since released photos of two suspects of whom, they claim, have reason to believe orchestrated the attack.”

On the right side of the screen flashed yours and Sam’s picture side by side. Old mugshots from a petty offence you committed years ago for which Ransone bailed you out.

“The pair are said to be on the run after escaping before law enforcement arrived. If you have any tips on the whereabouts of-”

You turned to look at Sam. His stare didn’t budge from the TV as they once again reminded the public what you both looked like.

Years of anonymity, working in the shadows and creeping around to avoid being recognised only to have the entire country know what you looked like.

“Well, shit,” he finally exhaled. “Somehow I think our stay here just got extended.”

Part 4

#sam x reader #sam wilson x reader #mcu fic #sam fic #sam wilson fic #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson angst #sam wilson series #falcon #falcon x reader #the falcon x reader #hitman!sam wilson #hitman!au #shut in fic #marvel fic #marvel #mcu #sam wilson #the falcon

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Are you taking requests rn? Because life sucks really bad rn and anything BDL that’s feel good and just playful would be delightful right now. If not, thanks and have a good one!

-🌺

Oh no! I'm sorry to hear that, friend! I'm not sure if you already saw this when I posted it way back when on the server, but I have a little WIP from the next installment of Sinatra Songs post-In Other Words that might fit the bill on this request. Hopefully, this is new for you and hopefully you like it! <3 Under My Skin Luke doesn’t so much as glance at Din and Boba as he trudges into the kitchen, but they certainly notice him.

Dirt-streaked and sweaty. Red-cheeked and thirsty he heads straight for the conservator's jug of purified water, pouring himself a tall glass which he drinks down in greedy pulls that stretches his bare throat into one long, smooth line. His grey work shirt is plastered to his chest in darkened patches and his exposed shoulders are already turning pink with sunburn, but Din's more distracted by the gentle swell of muscles along his arms that glisten with sweat by the window's afternoon light.

Without his helmet on Din can appreciate the whiff of hard work and musk that is faintly staining the air and Boba catches Din's eye over his datapad with a quirk of a hairless eyebrow. Din hides his smile behind the mug of caff he's been steadily nursing since morning. "How's the vegetable garden coming?"

"Well, that depends.” Luke fills another glass and for a moment stands, unmoving, in the open conservator as the cool air hits his flushed skin. “Does it need to be planted to be called a garden?"

"Probably."

"Then it's a stretch of dirt which now has considerably less ground growth. And that's about it."

Luke's too distracted downing the second glass of water to notice the amusement in his voice when he says: “Hot out there?”

"Getting there, yeah. The kids are handling it better than I am." When he turns away to fish the spare canteens down from a shelf that's just a touch out of reach, the old flightsuit pants Luke's wearing pulls taut across his ass. "I must be getting old, because I feel like a wreck."

"I don't know about that," Boba offers with a wolfish grin and Luke finally turns to see two pairs of eyes watching him with unblinking, predatory interest. "You're looking pretty good from here."

Luke snorts, shaking his head. "Yeah, that's because you can't see how dirty I am."

"Oh, we can see it," Din chimes in with another slow sip of caff. Rolling his eyes, Luke mutters something about horny Mandalorians and low standards as he turns back to his task, filling the canteens with a steady hand.

"Then I can't imagine you'll still want me by tonight. I smell so much already Ben keeps looking for excuses to get away whenever I come close."

Boba rocks his seat until it’s balancing on two legs and his hands come up to brace the back of his head as he considers Luke with a glinting eye. "O'r te kyr'yc nau be tuur ni jor'chaajir par gar tigaanur."

"Not this again. You know I can't understand you."

"I know," Boba says in Basic, unrepentant, before he continues reciting Mando’a verse. "Ti ner kyr'yc kar'am ni orjorer par gar mureyca."

Luke is eyeing Boba warily and Din can’t help but grin. “I feel like you’re making fun of me.”

“He’s not,” Din assures him, though in Luke’s defense, Boba does recite poetry like he’s just dropped into the middle of a Mos Eisley cantina and is spoiling for a fight.

“So what’s he saying then?”

Boba’s chair drops back to the floor and he raises a warning finger in Din’s direction. “Don’t you dare, Djarin. He’s the one that swore he wanted to learn Mando’a and then never did.”

“I do want to learn Mando’a!” Luke protests. “I’ve just been kind of busy with the whole school full of young Jedi thing.”

Snorting, Boba turns back to his datapad. “Full of young Jedi,” he mutters. “You’ve got three students, Skywalker.”

“Okay, then, how about you take over for me one of these days?” Luke throws down the challenge as he stalks over to where Boba is pretending to read a datapad like they don’t all know he’d rather lose another year inside a sarlacc than miss a word either of his riduure say. “If it’s so easy to watch three padawans, why don’t you take care of them while me and Din go off and have some fun just the two of us?”

“I could. But I won’t.”

Luke’s close enough now to brace his hands on the table and loom over Boba and Din both where they sit. “Scared?”

“Nah,” Boba says easily, reaching out to grab Luke by the waist and pull him into his lap. “I just know you’d have more fun with me around.”

“He’s got a point,” Din says and Luke shakes his head, but he doesn’t refute it. Instead he deflates, body going soft and pliant as Boba starts to nose around the base of his throat.

“You’re going to regret that. I told you: I smell awful. I’m all sweaty.”

“I like it,” Boba murmurs into his bare skin, and Din sets down his caff so that he can reach over to skim his fingers along the dark patches of Luke’s lower back. Might as well, since Luke’s right there and all.

“I’ve got to get back to my students,” Luke sighs, though he turns his head when Din leans in for a kiss, meeting him halfway.

***

And here's the poem Boba's reciting: O'r te kyr'yc Nau be tuur ni jor'chaajir par gar tigaanur In the dimming of the day I call for your touch

Ti ner kyr'yc kar'am ni orjorer par gar mureyca With my last breath I cry out for your kiss

Te kyrbej hiibir ner baar, ner cyar'ika The battlefield takes my body, my beloved

A ner runi sheber chur gar pel'gam But my soul lives on under your skin

Nau'ur kad lo beskar'gam par gar cabuor Forged into armor for your protection

#bobadinluke #darkisrising fic

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rosethornewrites · 3 years

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Fics I read this week!

I started this right after posting the last one, so I’ll hopefully keep it up. A lot of the multichapter fics are ones I subscribed to that finished. A lot of the one-shots are under 5k words, with some being 100-word ficlets.

Finished:

Not Rated:

Wei Changze's weird day, by Weiyingbestboy

Wei Changze was minding his own business, when four potential time travellers dropped out of the sky. Literally.

Serenity Cave, by Anonymous

The travel home had been mostly silent. Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian competing for who could say the least amount of words.

Then, as they’d been walking along the mountain path, just a little past the gates of Cloud Recesses, a hole suddenly opened up in the ground beneath them and they fell into a small rock cave. Then the hole shrunk until it was barely big enough to poke a sword through. Just enough of a gap that they had a bit of light and wouldn’t suffocate, but definitely too small to escape through.

The earth had swallowed them.

…

In the middle of an argument, Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian get trapped in a cave.

In Which Lan Xichen Returns to the World, by AshurbanipalJones

Lan Xichen ends his isolation after the death of Jin Guangyao.

In Which Lan Qiren Requests an Audience, by AshurbanipalJones

Lan Qiren wants to discuss Important Matters with his nephew. His nephew is kinda not having it.

Mercy Meet Vengeance, by ShanaStoryteller (7th in a series)

The first time Wen Qing meets Wei Wuxian, she has a white sash around her waist.

Rated E:

Thirty-three Lashes, by Winglesss (20 chapters)

Yiling Laozu is dead. He's been dead for over a thousand years. For over a thousand years Lan Wangji has been wandering the world alone, helping where he's needed.

It's when he meets a mysterious cultivator and a strange curse starts to torment his body that the past and the present start to mingle, igniting emotions Lan Wangji almost forgot he was able to feel.

curiosity is the beginning, by everyearning (noctiphany)

He's just curious. Wangi's brother always said he had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. He also said it was going to get him in trouble one day.

Rated M:

devil from heaven, by incendir (3 chapters)

He would like to think that he knows what Lan Wangji could enjoy, if he’d let himself do so.

(or, wei wuxian's road to discovering lan wangji's yiling patriarch kink)

in this lifetime, by hauntedotamatone

Lan Wangji must reach him. There is still time. All he has to do is reach him. They’ll take A-Yuan and whoever remains and they’ll go as far and fast as they can. The world is vast, there must be a place for them somewhere, and if there is not, then he will carve one out from nothing if that is what it will take.

“Wei Ying!” he calls out to him over the roar of the flames and the familiar and terrible sounds of battle. At first, he thinks that Wei Ying is ignoring him or otherwise does not hear him. Then, his fingers still over his flute. He looks up with those empty eyes, unseeing. There is no hatred in them, but there is no affection or recognition either. There is nothing at all.

Lan Wangji has a terrible nightmare for the first time in years. For the first time in years, he does not wake up alone.

We Are Family, by Duochanfan (13 chapters)

Jiang Yanli heard the words spewing from Jin Zixun's mouth and said enough. After putting the man in his place she leaves the Hunt with her brother and Lan Wangji. The three come across Wen Qing, and with that simple meeting, they change what could have happened to something else entirely.

until it's time to see the light, I'll make my own with you each night, by backbones

His husband would never go back to sleep if he sensed something was wrong, and he always did. He knew him better than he knew himself, sometimes, and maybe that was why that feeling was so foreign it was horrifying. He wanted to keep that part of himself close, a well-kept secret, and now, deep down, he knew it was too late for that.

Or: After having a nightmare in a deep sleep, Wei Wuxian has a surprise visit from an old childhood habit.

Rated T:

Wei Wuxian Discovers Bisexuality, by arcaladiwoompa

AU where WWX decides he quite enjoys being passionately kissed against a tree by an unknown assailant and acts on it instead of just sitting there going herp derp I wonder who this very strong cultivator could possibly be.

Rescue, by WithBroomBefore (6 chapters)

Post-Sunshot fix-it AU featuring Jiang siblings taking care of each other, among other things.

Over the Rotted Bridge, by vailkagami (41 chapters)

Lan Wangji saves the Wen remants from execution but is killed in the process. The Yiling Patriarch loses himself in grief and rage and the determination to bring him back no matter what.

The world is not on his side in this. It is not on either of their sides when he succeeds. But The World is not all of its people, and some things can always be salvaged from the ruins.

Across, by vailkagami

An epilogue to the story "Over the Rotted Bridge", set in the far future. Cannot stand alone.

Centuries after the fall of the cultivation world, Wei Wuxian and Wangji return to the burial mounds for the last time.

Completion, by youjezebel

Lan Wangji misses raising A-Yuan. Wei Wuxian wants to be a father. In the end, everything works out perfectly.

Second Nephew, by vividneonmanias

"You need to stop talking to Wàngjī," Lan Xīchén told him, in the uncannily stern tones of a Sect Leader and not a nephew; "and preferably stop talking about him, if you cannot control yourself."

In the years following Wèi Wúxiàn's death, Lán Qǐrén learns to hold his tongue. But he still wants to know his second nephew. Some things need to be said; some questions need to be asked.

oceans, drowned in starfire, by stiltonbasket (10 chapters)

Lan Wangji breathes.

There is a tattered red ribbon trailing through the water beside him, and below him, a crooning, echoing song that clears his mind and stops him from struggling against the waves.

Lan Wangji breathes, and sleeps, and wakes again.

When he opens his eyes on the beach to find Huan-ge and Shufu crying over his body, he hears a lifeguard say that he was underwater for almost half an hour. ___

Tired of life in the business world, Lan Wangji returns to his mother’s old house to pursue a career as a novelist and search for the mysterious fisherman who rescued him after he nearly drowned on a whale-watching trip twenty years ago.

He wasn’t expecting much more than a quiet refuge to serve as inspiration for his work, and restore his spirits after half a lifetime spent in the city. But when a lost merbaby washes up on the beach in Caiyi, Lan Wangji realizes that his childhood savior might be closer than he thinks.

adding shadows to the walls of the cave, by Fleetling

It didn’t take Wei Wuxian long to see what he was pointing at, and as soon as he did, the smaller man turned back to face their juniors. “Cave!” he shouted across the thunder of the raindrops hitting the muddy path. “Hanguang-Jun found us a cave! We’ll stop to dry off, and head out again once the rain has stopped!” Beside him, Lan Wangji inclined his head in silent agreement. The bickering of the juniors cut out as they focused on making it the remaining short distance on the slippery ground.

They all huddled into the entrance of the cave, taking refuge from the rain, but waiting for directions before heading in.

Ouyang Zizhen ran his hand over the wall, feeling slight bumps and indents below his fingers. He brushed off the dirt, reading the characters revealed. “The lovers’ cave,” he read, shaking his head with a smile. Probably a local pair who came here occasionally. It was a bit romantic, when one thought of it. It also probably meant that the cave was safe - no lovers would hide away in a cave that contained resentful energy or other dangers.

Say It Until I Hear You, by DrowningByDegrees

Lan Zhan does not say what has him rattled, but neither does he retreat. He concedes by fractions, an embrace he does not shake off, a shaky sigh when his forehead comes to rest against Wei Wuxian’s collarbone, a wordless surrender when Wei Wuxian gathers him closer. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know precisely which ones, but there are ghosts in bed with them tonight, sorrow and regret and all the might have beens they cast aside so long ago.

Dull Comforts, by Just_Another_Mystery

Five times Làn Sīzhuī pondered the existence of a parent he does not remember having.

Downpour, by milesofheart

The way Wei Ying had looked at him…warily, expecting a fight, steeling himself for Lan Wangji to denounce him. Waiting for the worst from Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji’s heart cracked down the middle and his whole body shook as he wept now in the rain, the mud of Qiongqi Path seeping into his once-pristine robes.

on the importance of home (and all it implies), by nixtothou

The Burial Mounds are empty.

Wei Wuxian had expected this, yet for some reason it still hurt to see.

The Best Place to Study, by adrian_kres

Lan Zhan decides to study in the law library this time. He leaves with a boyfriend.

Rated G:

cadillac converter, by mdzsed

lan zhan's car starts making weird noises so he takes it to get it repaired. the new mechanic does not look like he knows what he's doing. good thing lan zhan is no fool.

or: lan zhan makes a complete idiot out of himself but hey, it scored him a date with a handsome mechanic so it's all good.

a small spark, by sebfish

It had started, as many things did, because Wen Qing was worried, and Wei Wuxian had learned early on that she wouldn’t budge until she’d gotten her way.

Winter in Cloud Recesses, by Sarehz

Winter in Cloud Recesses was cold. Really cold. It was a chill that penetrated Wei Wuxian's bones and reminded him of that period after his parents died when he shivered alone in the streets.

His Face, by AshayaTReldai

Among Su She's possessions was found a qiankun pouch containing a sheaf of sketches of Hanguang Jun, inspiring a lifetime's exchange between Wei Wuxian and his husband Lan Wangji, studies of his face.

anger, by theninjacat

Beloved Old Lines, by Preludian_Staves

A quiet Wuxian was a creature Qiren had learned to never trust in mixed company.

I Don't Wanna Fight Tonight, by Sarehz

Wei Wuxian was sitting on the roof. Again. It had become his go to place recently when he had to attend these sort of boring meetings where all the Sect Leader's met up and congratulated each other on defeating Wen Ruohan and blah blah blah.

Unexpected, by WithBroomBefore

It is not, from Lan Wangji’s perspective, an unpleasant kiss. He has no particular objection to kissing people, though admittedly he has only ever done so as a prelude to activities that involve various other bits of the body. And it is Wei Wuxian; nothing involving Wei Wuxian is awful. The kiss is...fine.

Modern AU, just some aroace/aro queerplatonic roommates finding the words.

An Accidental Clothes Thief, by Preludian_Staves

He should have probably realized what he'd accidentally done before starting work on a new talisman.

Groupie, by Speechless_since_1998

Being the manager of a band was hard work, but someone had to do it. And Lan Xichen was the only one able to keep members of his brother's band in line.

A Silver Thread, by DizziDreams

Lan Wangji is brushing Wei Ying's Hair before bed, when he sees it, glinting like a fish through the dark glassy waters of a deep pool:

A single, silver hair.

The sky is overcast and I'm sorry, by hamlets_ghost (8th part of a series)

Wangji's brother is gone once again.

A-niang explains.

Follow the sound of pipe, follow this song, by fairyprincess2

He took the last steps needed to reach the opening and there he was, black and red clothes flying with the wind, hair bound up in a ponytail with a red hair band. He was standing with his back facing Lan Wangji but it was him, he knew it was.

(In)Hindsight, it's obvious, by Potatoes_Radishes

Lan Qiren woke up undisturbed, calm and refreshed, that was enough for him to immediately know something was odd, mainly due to the lack of noises during the night that made him suspect it, he grumbled away his frustrations regarding what he assumed would have been another prank as he got up to get dressed.

When he left the bathroom and moved outside, a very different set of robes awaited him, one he hadn’t worn in years. He finally took a notice of his surrounding, the room was different resembling the one from before their rebuilding, not caring about his state of undress as he open the door almost on the verge of panic, the first thing that rang out in the morning was a loud yell of “WEI WUXIAN!!!”

Unfinished:

Rated E:

taking over you, by sassybluee (3rd in a series)

Before, he’d once fantasized about giving in—shutting Wei Ying up with his lips, stilling his limbs with his own forehead ribbon. He imagined himself making demands. And then Wei Ying went missing. Wei Ying was presumed dead. And Wei Ying returned from the Burial Mounds. By then, Lan Wangji’s desires had long since cooled, and all that remained was longing. Longing to ease Wei Ying’s suffering. Longing to help him know he was not as alone as he seemed to feel. He would have gladly given him everything back then, if he knew how to ask for it. Would have surrendered his body to show him he cared.

And now?

_____

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian explore married life, and all that entails.

Rated M:

Keep Holding On, by abCEE

As they reached an inn and Wei Wuxian got them a room with three beds, the world seemed to have frozen for Jiang Yanli when her brother suddenly fainted and Jiang Wanyin was just fast enough to catch him before his body could hit the floor.

"A-Xian!"

"Wei Wuxian!"

In which after the Lotus Pier Massacre: Wei Wuxian was greatly injured by Zidian, Jiang Yanli left the inn to buy the medicines and food, and Jiang Wanyin distracted the Wens.

(With a bonus of Wei Wuxian knowing the title of the song and more things ensued inside the Xuanwu Cave that may or may have not involved Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon)

Canon diverged from there.

Sacrifices Made with Blood, by NocturnalFriend

Lan Wangji knew it was too late, there was too much blood on Wei Ying's hands already. Still, if he asked his brother for help, surely. There was a way to rescue the man who held his heart?

Or: Trust is not easily given and all to easily shattered. Lan Wangji learns this in the worst way, when Lan Xichen gives into the demands of the cultivation world. Although nobody could have predicted the whims of fate, giving them another chance at righting things.

lan jingyi vs. the laws of time itself, by agloeian (2nd in a series)

His kick has dislodged some stray fragments of Guanyin Temple's destroyed ceiling beams. Jingyi stares at them as he kneads his toes through his boot. They’re as red as the blood that stains the floor beneath him, sharp and splintering. Wind whistles through the wood and stone, though there’s a flickering too - the sound of paper fluttering in the breeze.

A talisman written in blood.

---

Lan Jingyi finds a way home.

Dream a little dream of me, by Moominmammashandbag

Lan WangJi braced himself.

“Wei Ying.” he said.

“You are not dreaming. This is real. You have been rescued.”

“The kissing bit comes first!” said Wei Wuxian impatiently.

“But…I cannot kiss you if you think you are dreaming!"

“I don’t see the logic in that.” said Wei Wuxian. “I obviously want you to kiss me or I wouldn’t be dreaming about it!

Rated T:

Love Song In Reverse, by timetoboldlygo

Wei Wuxian gasps back into life without a single memory left. His friends, his siblings, his home — all lost to the fog in his head, nothing more than a mystery slipping through his fingers. What else was there to do but carry himself around in bits and parts, trying to become whole, a letter waiting to be written? He is – he is Mo Xuanyu, isn’t he? In this body, with these people. This family. He has to be Mo Xuanyu, he didn’t know anything else, even if the name sounded wrong. That was all he had.

Well, that and Hanguang-jun.

Lan Wangji, for his part, has had his taste of love and lost it. In all his grieving and searching, he didn’t expect to find another.

Wei Wuxian gets resurrected, loses his memories, and falls in love.

Here We Go Again, by Alliandra

He looked over to where the swordswoman was still fighting, but her focus seemed entirely locked onto that fight so it was unlikely that she could have had anything to do with the energy drain. He was still wracking his brain for something else to do to assist, so this thing didn’t kill them both, but now he was feeling weak, dizzy and currently not far from helpless.

~~~~~~~~~~

It has been several months since the events at the Guanyin temple and Wei Wuxian is wandering around on his own. After he helps a stranger kill a very dangerous beast he uncovers what seems to be a conspiracy aimed at ending his life. He heads back to Cloud Recesses with his new companion in tow, looking to get Lan Wanji's help in working out what is involved.

Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling made a surprising discovery under Koi Tower that may well be linked to the threat against Wei Wuxian's life.

Can they all work together to find out what is going on and put a stop to it, before something disastrous occurs?

A Teacher’s Oath, by MaelStromm

Deep down, only one thing really matters.

It is not being a good Lan, despite what the entire cultivation world may think, nor is it "sucking the fun out of life" as some disciple had once said.

More than anything, Lan Qiren is a good teacher.

Despite too many to count prejudices and the boy's chaotic behavior, he'll burn his ribbon before he lets this genius be wasted.

Or :

An AU where LQR gets along with WWX and somehow ends up having to deal with far too much drama.

I've Heard of Second Chances, but This Is Ridiculous, by velvet_green

One of Wei Wuxian’s experimental talisman arrays sends himself, his husband and his brother to that mythical land of long ago – the Gusu Lan lectures of their youth.

Wei Wuxian is amused. Lan Wangji is silent. Jiang Cheng is angry.

And their younger versions are mostly just very, very confused.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #cql #mdzs #wangxian #untamed fanfiction

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warmau · 4 years

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ateez x coworker!au | sf9 ver *this post was commissioned (someone asked for some cute ateez) <3

hongjoong

diligent and always on time, he puts way too much effort into any project on his plate

if there’s any word to describe him its workaholic, but hongjoong insists that he’s just being a good employee - nothing more

but it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,you’re doing the regional managers job and you are literally not,,,,,,,the regional manager

he’s some how the assistant to the regional manager and like. no one understands how because like hongjoong most definitely does the brunt of the work

but during annual reviews he’s always downplaying it and that evil good for nothing regional manager takes the credit

wooyoung and san on a regular basis: what if the regional managers tires get slashed accidentally or what if we hide all of those ugly ties he wears or what if we hack into the company's assets and make it look like hes laundering money-

hongjoong: dont do that

wooyoung and san winking: yeah, sure, “don’t do that”

hongjoong: no like seriously dont do that

his little office space is really cutely decorated though and hes the best gift giver at office parties because he always gives something handmade and unique

you have a bracelet that you got last christmas from him when you guys got paired for the exchange, and it’s really so cute and colorful you always wear it

and the office guys tease hongjoong about it like, “hey - are you guys a couple? c’mon tell us the truth - you have a matching bracelet for yourself!” (hongjoong feverishly refuses this but the tips of his ears always get red)

one time mingi, with all the good naturedness of his heart commented that you must find the deep, dark exhaustion eyebags under hongjoong eyes cute - you know, like a racoons!

and you were like o-oh well- y-y-es?!?!?! and hongjoong had proceeded to drag the poor intern out of the break room by his ear

it’s like the shy office romance that everyone is cheering for that doesnt really happen

until one evening as hongjoong is getting ready to finally leave for the day he’s astonished to see you

frantically searching on your hands and knees for something in the dim office lights

“did you lose your keys?”

he asks and you’re so startled you hit your head on the desk you’re under as you come up - you put your hands up embarrassingly and mumble that no,,,,,you lost that bracelet he gave you,,,,

he lets out a little “oh!” and waves his hand in the air as if its nothing, he tells you not to worry - it was just a little gift-

“no, it’s important to me,,,,,,,”

your voice is a slight whisper and hongjoong barely catches

“w-why is it so important to you?”

“because you made it.”

you turn back to start looking again, when you hear hongjoong put his things down on the floor and join you

his hand is warm when it brushes over yours a little

he’s never had someone cherish something he’s made like this before and so even if you two have to spend the whole night searching - he’s down for that

and when you do find it,,,,and there’s still time to take you to dinner,,,,he thinks he’s very much down for that too

seonghwa

spends half his day running away from potential suitors who come down from all the different departments just to ask him out for lunch or after work drinks

he’s just a low ranking officer, he doesn’t get what the craze is about?!?!

hongjoong, taking one hard look at seonghwa: i know what its about

seonghwa: plEAse tell me so i can live a peaceful life

hongjoong, sighing: dude. its your face

and even on the days when he comes in with glasses perched on the end of his nose and a slightly crumpled shirt from having to rush to iron in the morning

like it does not matter - he looks like and literally is - an angel

has a weird irritation about little spots on documents, like if dirt gets in the printer and its on the page hes like,,,,,eye twitching,,,,,,,,,no

three bottles, at least, of hand sanitizer on his desk

his headphones match his laptop, which match his wireless keyboard, which match his mouse - the color scheme we are going for is a calming ivory

once got called in for causing a disturbance, but it was literally not his fault, he went to ask the billing department if they had any extra ink and came downstairs with like five people all chattering at max volume about if he had plans next saturday

wooyung: damn man being beautiful must suck

seonghwa: oh thank you for understanding, it really is-

wooyoung: SIKE it rocks how do i know? look at me!

yeosang to seonghwa: just ignore him, he does this at least twice a day

you know seonghwa, how could you not, and you agree with the majority opinion: he is insanely handsome

but you have your own problems to worry about, that being a very nasty manager who seems to have it out for you

so like seonghwa, you spend half your day hiding from someone, which means

solace in the supplies closet

one day, as you’re sitting inside there, trying to work on a memo draft on your phone

the door swings open - and you jump to pretend like you’re looking for staples

but instead, it closes with a harsh noise and the person slides down against the door - heaving and fanning themselves

“a-are you ok?”

you ask, worried that the shortness of breath is from them feeling sick - when in reality its just seonghwa, on the run from lovestruck coworkers

again

he shakes his head and mumbles that he’s sorry for barging in

but you shake your head, tell him its fine

you’re both under this impression that one of you is going to bounce soon - like this is a supply closet, not the break room - but after about five minutes of utter silence

seonghwa goes, “are you also running away from work people who are in love with you?”

you giggle, but shake your head “actually running away from a work person who hates me.”

he gives you an apologetic look, but you just wave it off - not like there’s much either of you can do about it anyway

its silent for a while, and you keep trying to do as much editing as you can on your phone, not really paying attention to the way seonghwa’s eyes flick toward you in the dark

not until he clears his throat and is like, “well i think the coast is clear so ill be going back out there-”

you nod, thinking you should probably return too before your manager goes bonkers and says you’ve abandoned your position or something

as you near the door though - suddenly seonghwa shyly extends his arm

you blink in confusion and he just goes, “maybe if we go out together itll be less scary?”

the sentiment is adorable and you take his palm in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze

though the moment you two step out - there are at least ten pairs of eyes on you and suddenly seonghwa makes sure to swing your hands behind your backs

he leans down, “dont want anyone to get the wrong idea and then you end up getting hurt too.”

but you think about it for a moment before tugging your hands out into the open - a wave of gasps passes through the people around you like a wave through the sea

you tiptoe up and explain, “maybe if they think you’re taken they’ll back off?”

the sentence shouldnt make seonghwa’s heart jump in his chest like it does - but hey, maybe your plan will work

(or maybe your manager will hate you even more because what - you bagged SEONGHWA? OF ALL PEOPLE?)

yeosang

really really REALLY good at bullshitting stellar work

and not in a last minute oh shit kind of wooyoung way, but in a i dont actually know anything about the material but damn am i going to make it sound like i do kind of way

and to be fair, if yeosang stared you down in a board room meeting for fifteen to twenty minutes selling you a pitch and blinking like a cat on the hunt then like

im pretty sure you’re just going to buy into the pitch

interns are scared of him because they think hes like the no nonsense, dont bother me type

which he plays into sometimes because its fun and the interns will do what he says without bothering him about it

but the reality is he can be quite silly,,,,,,,,,jongho has on occasion caught yeosang getting giddy over like kitten youtube videos on break and everytime yeosang is like you didnt see anything

and jongho is like sure, not until it becomes beneficial to me and i use it against you

yeosang: wh

jongho: so the weather, huh?

knows everyone’s business somehow, but only gets invested if its like super super super juicy - i.e. someone in corporate is stealing money or there’s a secret poker game on the weekend for promotions

like no, san, yeosang doesnt care that you lied on your taxes

you are one of the newer hires, not an intern, just new to the job

and although everyones been pretty inviting - you kind of maybe really think that yeosang,,,,,,,,hates you

he has this routine, an hour before everyone leaves on friday he goes around the department to see if anyone wants to go downstairs and across the street to get some coffee with him

you asume its a kind of “yay the weekends here” thing - which you are very down for, but its been like a month since youve been here

and yeosang has never asked you

hell, he even asks intern mingi - who half the time is doing these starbucks runs so he doesnt have the pleasure of ever really saying no

you had chalked it up to - oh im new, and hes maybe shy? but that makes no sense because this is kang yeosang

shyness isnt an adjective you’d use for him - so the only other logical explanation is,,,,,,,you must have had a really horrible first impression

you decide to ask san about it - he seems pretty close to yeosang and hes also been super open with you - but when you go, “did i do something to make yeosang angry?”

san nearly spits out the rice he’s chewing on - he gets fidgety in his seat, something you arent used to seeing, and says he has to go

curious, you decide to ask wooyoung the same question - but get the same panicked response

so you as yunho, who gives you a sad puppy kind of look and then jongho, who just???????? chuckles

it makes no sense and you’re even more confused than before - when suddenly its friday and yeosang - yesong is approchaing your desk

“do you want to go to starbucks with me?”

the way you jump up and beam must seem like a schoolkid getting their first a+ on a project, but you don’t care - and as you follow yeosang out the whole office gives a big sigh of relief

in the elevator down, yeosang keeps himself tucked in the corner and the bliss you had felt starts to wear down

wait,,,,maybe he invited me because hes sick of me asking other people if he hates me? is he about to tell me he hates me over some iced coffee?!?!

but as you step out and make your way toward the cafe, yeosang stops - putting a light hand on your elbow

immediately you start apologizing, you dont know where it comes from - but like an open faucet you just start saying sorry for the most random things and yeosang just gives you a confused look that shuts you up

“wait - why are you apologizing to me?”

he inquires and your shoulders shake a little, “well,,,,,i mean - didnt i piss you off?”

he looks to the side and sighs, “far from it - actually i pissed myself off more than anything else.”

“huh?”

he crosses his hands before returning his gaze to yours, a fine pink dust settles over his skin

“its just, i was avoiding you because im not, im not like - you know im not like good at like asking - asking peopl- people i like -”

he starts to stutter, or better yet almost malfunction, as he tries to explain

you almost feel like apologizing again for making this so hard on him, when he just throws his hands up

“i like you - and not in the we’re just co-workers kind of way - and yes, i find it hard to approach people i find cute. there. im not mad at you and yes im aware i look like a fool, so lets just go get our coffee-”

your smile almost stretches off your face as you hear his words, instead of knowing what else to say you step forward and takes his hands into yours

“you dont look like a fool, and yes we should get coffee but only if you admit that this is kind of our first date-”

he holds back the urge to laugh but stares down into the sparkles of your eyes

“are you sure? starbucks on a first date is kind of,,,,,,,”

“im sure, ive been waiting for you to ask me to come to starbucks with you for a whole month so its very fitting”

you and yeosang have a good giggle about that - when you come back to the office, san asks where his hot chocolate is but you and yeosang are so busy rubbing shoulders and being even cuter together that you just walk past him

san: im so deeply hurt, but also so deeply moved by how sweet they look with one and other

wooyoung

the office has wildly differing opinions on him, but one things for sure: hes brilliant in the weirdest of ways

on a 9-5 basis he gets like one hour of work done on a good day but lets say like the company is going through a major crisis

the person with the lifesaving idea SOMEHOW will be wooyoung (aided by hongjoong who probably just needs to curb some of wooyoungs enthusiasm)

but yes, like people will write him off as giddy and loud - but hes not dumb

wooyoung: “you can have a bachelors degree and do dumb stuff, like thats not illegal.”

jongho: “vandalizing the ceos car when you were an intern here is illegal though.”

wooyoung, eyes wide: “how do you know about- i never did that,,,,,,,,”

makes memes and shares them in the work gc and the only people who get them are san and jongho, san because he shares a brain with wooyoung and jongho because hes literally young

hongjoong and mingi everytime: i dont get it....

you are a transfer from the companys overseas office and wooyoung takes to you right away

mostly because you’re different and know all this cool stuff that he doesnt

and you really like his fun energy, even though yeosang will be like “dont get tricked by it”

so when you and wooyoung get paired for a marketing project - you are both over the moon

until

its the night before its due and you and wooyoung have. nothing

you’re both spread out in the empty confrence room, wooyoung chugging a monster energy - while you nearly fall asleep and drop the tablet you’re working on straight on your face

wooyoung is like “lets just ask for an extension” but you insist you cant, this is your first big project here and you want to make an impression

but the slump you’re both in is BAD

suddenly wooyoung takes the tablet off your hands and you sit up, hoping he’s thought of something, but instead he blasts some pop song and you cringe as you fall back in your chair

“turn it off, i cant think with that noise.”

“c’mon, dancing will help us think of ideas.”

“wooyoung - seriously, we need to do some work or -”

he doesnt listen to you, he just pulls you up from your seat and twirls you around

you groan and try to tell him that its not going to work - but wooyoung just says it doesnt need to, you guys just need to have some fun before you die over this stupid project

you dont want to admit that hes right - that your body feels like its been reduced to a bag of sludge - so you let him twirl you again until you’re dancing too

the anxiety from the project loosens a little as you watch wooyoung dance unabashedly, tie swinging over his shoulder and dress shirt a mess

you join him, kicking off your shoes and just letting go for these ten blissful minutes

you don’t notice and as you turn toward wooyoung, your ankle catches on one of the chairs and you go tumbling toward him as he catches you and cushions your fall

you both laugh and wooyoung looks up into your smiling face - happy to see it bright after you’d looked so miserable the whole day

actually, he doesnt say it outloud, but this happiness on you is probably the most beautiful happiness hes seen on someone

it glitters and for a moment he doesnt want to let your inviting warm weight off of him

and then - just as his eyes wavier down a little from your eyes to your lips he goes

“AHAH! IVE GOT IT!”

you sit up and he follows suit, grasping your shoulders

“IVE GOT AN IDEA!”

you want to ask him how he got it, what prompted it, but hes already talking a mile a minute

and to be honest, hes pretty happy you didnt get to ask - the answers totally embarrassing - like whats he gonna say

your natural beauty inspired me? how,,,,,,,,how sweet - corny, he means corny!

san

he can most definitely turn on the charm when he needs to, making himself out to be put together and organized

but troublemaking is just too good to pass up, no wonder he and wooyoung are often referred to as partners-in-crime

100% the host for the monthly office karaoke contest

somehow the bartender always gets a little pale when san comes tumbling in because,,,,,,,he is clumsy and quite good at breaking things,,,,,,

he outwits seonghwa into helping him clean up his desk when it gets too crazy

and frequently gets bonked on the head by hongjoong who catches him falling asleep over the keyboard

or trying to play on the switch - but then getting his headphones disconnected and now everyone can hear tom nook’s voice

he adheres to the dress code, but likes to have sparkly pins in his hair or a colorful belt from time to time

just because the bleakness of corporate life SUCKS and is not san’s vibe at ALL

but hey, money.

you like san’s karaoke contests and really enjoy just how much he puts into the performances

even if everyone else is giving their half-baked effort on songs from the early 2000s

you yourself dont ever get up to sing, just because of a shyness thing and also you much rather just watch san cause havoc

until one day you show up and you and san are the only ones,,,,,,,,there

somehow - everyone else has things to do this evening - so you tell him you can just comeback next month

when he insists that no, you two can have fun together!

you end up on what someone might call an impromptu date with san,,,,,

where he does his favorite songs and you cheer while the bartender sends over two drinks “on the house” and whispers to you when you collect them that he hopes you can “be the person who will calm san down”

its awfully embarrassing,,,,,but at the same time kind of fun,,,,,,until san invites you up for a duet

you are saying no, but san is waving you over, and someone wolf whistles from somewhere

and before you know it you are up there - and san puts a hand on yours as he passes you the mic

you kind of mumble into the mic, and believe me its nothing like what san belts out when hes up there

and still - san is jumping up and down and looks like he’s legitimately having the time of his life

his energy kind of boosts your confidence and one might say you even sing a bit of the song

when the night is over, san offers to take the train with you to your stop and if you want - he’ll even take the time to walk you home

just as you two are about to emerge from the station, just sort of basking in each others presence you both get your email notifications from work

taking your phones out you read the message

subject: finally hooking those two up body: ‘so, bets on a kiss - do you think they kissed? i think they did, or at least got close to it - you know how san is during karaoke’

the next email appears, this one is from jongho

subject: re: finally hooking those two up body: ‘which idiot cc’d san and them on the email,,,,,,,,,,,,’

you and san sort of stare down at your screens and then back up at each other

the realization dawns on you: nobody was actually too busy for karaoke,,,,,,,the whole office just wanted to set you up on a date,,,,,,

you are truly at a lose for words when suddenly san is typing back and before you can question it you get a ping!

subject: re:re: finally hook those two up body: ‘haven’t kissed yet, but the nights still young.

yunho

everyone's handyman - and by everyone, i mean everyone. the janitor has asked him to screw in lightbulbs before.

fairly good worker all around, he can come in late on certain days because hes helping grandmas cross streets or saving kittens from trees

and there have been instances of tiny mistakes, mostly because his attention was on giving feedback to the interns

but yeah no complaints, hes never even been given like a warning

very tidy work appropriate outfits - like tie tucked into sweater vest baby

feels guilty when he does have enough lunch to share with every single person, you know hes bringing his jumbo salad bowl to work

the worst lie hes ever told on the job is pointing to his cup and being like, yep thats my morning coffee!!!

when in fact it was soothing decaffeinated earl gray tea because coffee makes him jittery

your assigned to yunho for basic intern training and youre so lucky and thankful because like

youve heard the horror stories, but he is seriously just an angel

and doesnt get annoyed at your questions and even helps out when you get confused

the only thing is that sometimes he gets so engrossed in showing you how to format this document

or where to get the copy paper

that personal space sorta siezes to exist and now hes hovering over you with his big hands over your keyboard

or his chest pressed to your back as he helps get the supplies from the top shelf

and you are not complaining its just,,,,,,,,,,,you know,,,,,,,,embarrassing

and sometimes you have to excuse yourself

or just wiggle away and you dont want to hurt his feelings or anything

its just you hate that with each day you see yunho’s smile in the morning and something in your chest gets a little tighter

and you are not about to date a co-woker, no way no how

even though yunho meets every checklist for the perfect boyfriend

because 1) its probably against the rules and 2) you dont want to just get your heartbroken by the man who is just that kind to everyone

until one day hongjoong makes an offhanded comment about how yunho has never taken this much of a liking to an intern like you

and you think about it all day, up until its the only thing on your mind and it takes yunho five tries of calling your name until you snap out of it and go

“huh?”

“hongjoong suggested this good place to eat, do you want to come have lunch with me since i didnt bring anything in today?”

your mouth works faster than your mind and you go,

“like a date?”

before immediately clamping your palm over and muttering an apology

but yunho’s ears go bright and he sort of loses his composure for a moment till a small, squeaky answer comes out

“yeah,,,,like a date?”

mingi

eager to please intern,,,,,,,but add in a dash of absolute obliviousness

like he wants to help everyone but sometimes the instructions from like five different people just turn to mush in his brain

and hes like delivering coffee to the wrong person or printing out three hundred copies of that poorly photoshopped meme wooyoung made instead of the needed documents

but no one can get mad at him because have you seen him? like it would be straight up illegal to even raise your voice at him

hes so sweet that numerous people offer their homemade lunches to him and hes always like eating a sandwich from hongjoong or freshly baked cookies from yunho

the older ladies of the office just a d o r e him (a little too much, but like hes so sweet natured he doesnt even read into it)

his pants are always short and someone is always like poor mingi’s ankles are so cold

but at the same time he can lift like ,,,,, one hundred pounds of printer cartridge's so its like,,,,,,,,, ok so maybe those skinny ankles actually put in a lot of work,,,,,,,,

you’re the ceos only child and when they’re off on business, you’re in charge of the department where mingi interns

and like anyone else you have a huge soft spot for him, even though you dont try to show it because favoritism is a no-no

actually in general you try to be as fair and as understanding as possible, because your parent isnt really the type

a lot of the office really likes you, but now and then someone will say something snippy or rude about you

simply because they think you got your job through just being the ceo’s kid or that you’re only lenient to try and get in with one of the office heartthrobs

you try not to take it personally and you bite your tongue when it comes to putting those rumors and the people who spread them in place

but one afternoon, you can clearly hear a group of people talking about how you lack the leadership skills to ever take over the company

it hurts, you can feel the pain in your chest, but you try to wrestle through it until you hear mingi’s voice

“i dont think you should say that about them.”

you turn and peek your head passed the cubical - mingi’s tall frame is standing in front of the pack

“what do you know, you’re just a lowly intern.”

“thats true, but ive seen them work and theyre really good at leading. theyre also doing two jobs at once - both theirs and the ceos, i dont think anyone here has to deal with so much work.”

youd think his tone was being mocking, just like theirs, but his voice is clean and clear

like hes just stating a truth he believes in

when one of them starts badmouthing mingi, you step in and tug him away from the conversation as the office workers disperses back to their seats

you tug him toward the stairs and out of earshot and mumble a small thank you

“huh? why are you thanking me?”

“well you stood up for me so-”

he shrugs his shoulders, “i was just saying the truth.”

you nod, embarrassment on your cheeks as you realize that its mingi youre talking to - of course he wouldnt have any other motive but to -

“and theyre wrong you know, one of them was saying youre not pretty and thats a lie too. youre good at your job and -”

“wait, what”

you back up and mingi blinks - “i said youre good at your j-”

“no before that, you think im-”

“pretty?”

you both stare at each other as the realization sinks into mingi’s expression and he sort of opens his mouth like a gaping fish -

“i-i - i just - i -”

you stiffle a giggle and shake your head, “no no, its nice that you think that. it makes me really happy.”

“well, im just a lowly intern so i mean i dont know if its such a great compliment-”

you lean up and peck his cheek, making him freeze midstence

“youre not a lowly intern, i believe youre way more than that and sooner or later youll probably be promoted too!”

“pr-promoted? like to a worker or like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to,,,,,,,,,,your,,,,,,,,,,,,boyfriend,,,,,,,,,,,”

jongho

kid genius, has a higher position than most people double his age

knows everyone's secrets so no one even tries to start shit with him about it

loves watching the office go into chaos when the printer isnt working and apparently hes the only one who knows how to fix a goddamn paper jam

but hes on a coffee break, let him watch everyone tear each other apart before he actually just presses a button to fix this all

like mingi, he can actually lift way more than him, but why would he - the intern is there for a reason lol

probably has an early college degree from some prestigious school and he doesnt talk about it but he knows people whisper about it

and hes like so what i still work at this dump but like what - is someone gonna rat on him to the ceo? - no, because he’ll just tell the ceo about that one time that person tried to charge the company card for their vacation plane tickets :)

gets work done fast and early, spends the rest of the day just playing minecraft

you used to be jongho’s number one rival for youngest, smartest position

but he sorta beat you out over time and even though you were pissed about it for a long while

youve kinda gotten over the rivalry

instead youre comfortable in your other department and dont really see jongho around anymore

which you think is normal - and actually youre under the impression that jongho is happy to be rid of you

but the reality is he makes up way too many excuses to go up to your floor, i.e. “the bathroom is better there” “their breakroom has this k-cup i like” “the view from the windows are nicer”, etc.

no one notices, or if they do - no one dares to make a peep

but you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, are starting to think its a little suspicious

so you confront him, as he stands awkwardly by the window at the end of the hall

“are you like spying on me?”

jongho turns around, dark eyes widening just a bit

“what? no. i just like the view.”

“jongho, your office is like three floors above mine - you arguably have the better view.”

he shrugs as if its nothing but you press on

“why are you coming down here - wait, oh my gosh - do you like someone in my department?!??”

you suddenly get bright and clap your hands together, “c’mon you have to tell me!”

he looks you over once and makes a hmph sound, “why would i tell you?”

you pout

“i know we were rivals for a while, but c’mon - i promise ill put in a good word for you so who is it?”

you step closer and jongho feels his tie get a little tighter

“the new intern? they’re cute - or is it someone older like in the-”

“you”

you stop and buffer - looking at him and for the first time jongho drops his eyes to the floor first

“m-me? you’re coming down here for me? is it because of our riv-”

“no.”

he sets the cup he was holding on the windowsill and suddenly you’re the nervous one

“you’re right. i come here because the person i like on this floor is you.”

he reaches out to touch your wrist but you step back, the confession is too shocking to handle and you scurry off before you can say anything in return

you slide down against the stall of the bathroom and let out the breath you’re holding

its not that you dont like jongho back, actually your whole rivalry was sort of just a cover up for your one-sided feelings

you just never thought that they’d be reciprocated,,,,,,,

you try to pull yourself together - marching out to the sink and looking into your reflection

we cant let jongho win again, he might have confessed first, but your still rivals no matter how much you like each other so just go out there and - and -

you cant think of exactly the word, but before you know it your rushing out and to the stairs

jongho doesnt look too surprised to see you bust into his office - but the rest of the office turns to look at you two

“you-”

“yes?”

“yo-you cant say you like me first, why? well - well because ive liked you longer, so im saying it now. i like you. so i win. no arguing. take me to dinner. bye.”

and with that you turn on your heel, jongho nods - secretly smiling to himself as he puts on his headphones

yunho to mingi: isnt it crazy, jongho just got asked out in front of the whole office!

mingi, blinking: wait what? i thought that person was just mad at him

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #members: ateez #sfw #office!au

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you are where I belong

Paring: Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Summary: A little glimpse into the life you’ve built in Hawkins, side by side with your soulmate, Steve, as the two of you get ready to celebrate Halloween. (Continuation of Feral Love, it’ll make more sense if you’ve read the series, however it should be fine to read on its own!)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: maybe some language? suggestive themes if you squint, briefest mention of loss and mourning, but the rest is strictly absolute fluff.

A/N: hi y’all! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted! Like mentioned above, this is a little continuation of Feral Love, but I think it can still be read alone if you haven’t read that series! Either way, I hope y’all enjoy! Title is from paper route’s ‘sugar’. Also, please don’t mind me scrambling to catch up on missing the last two weekends of lil Halloween fics lol. Thanks for your patience and support! <3

A year has passed since you and Steve crossed paths in this life. One year since you, quite literally, crashed into his house and life, escaping your family and their destructive values. One year since you faced your sister, Victoria, to rid the world of her cruelty, to keep Steve, his friends, Hawkins, all safe and sound.

One year since you made a deal with Death herself, sending you into the Upside Down, keeping your end of the promise, so long as Steve was kept safe.

It had been one year since Death saw the love you had for Steve, the way you had sacrificed your own life to protect him. The way you vowed to destroy the Upside Down to keep everyone safe, to finally end the pain and suffering that had been looming over Hawkins for years. Death saw your efforts and resilience driven by your love, and gave you a second chance, letting you continue and keep this life with Steve, for as long as life would actually allow.

“Steve, honey, can you hang these lights for me? You’re taller than I am.” You ask Steve, holding out a bundle of string lights to him while you pout his way. Steve’s eyes narrow through his wire frame glasses at you, but still can’t hide the smile curling at the edge of his lips as he grabs the lights.

Steve steps up to the counter, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, and you feel the same butterflies you’ve felt every day this past year with him. You’ve felt this way in this life and your shared past life, and you can’t imagine existing without the warmth and safety his tiny gestures hold.

It’s been one year, and you’re happy. The two of you are truly safe. You moved in with Steve and Robin into the house they shared, and you eventually opened a cozy, quaint cafe in downtown Hawkins. You loved selling tea blends, knowing you were making a small, but good difference in people’s lives when they indulged in their hot cups of tea. You made others feel cozy, comfortable, and safe.

‘Safe’ had to have become your favourite word in the past year.

You lean your elbows onto the counter, watching as Steve presses up on his toes to reach a wooden beam above him, hanging the string lights across old nails left behind by the previous owners. When he stretches up, a sliver of his hip is revealed as his cozy sweater rides up. You can’t help but let your gaze travel over his body, letting yourself become lost in the intimate memories you’ve shared with him in the last year. Heat creeps up your face, standing your peach fuzz on end as you continue to silently admire Steve from across the room.

“Sugar, if you just wanted to stare, you could’ve told me.” Steve teases, glancing over his shoulder at you. The nickname is still fairly new to you, making your stomach flip each time he uses it. It’s sticky sweet, dripping in admiration and care for you, and it’s just another one of those tiny gestures that wraps you up in that warm, safe feeling with Steve.

You clear your throat as you stand up, rocking back and forth on your heels. “Sorry, can’t help it, love.”

Steve finishes up the string of lights before plugging them in; a soft, orange haze glows over the cafe, making the atmosphere even warmer. Your face lights up at the change across the shop, and Steve notices, smiling as he admires your happiness before striding across the room to meet you. His hands wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him, and you collapse into a hug, arms squeezing him back with a great force that makes him laugh.

“Anything else you want me to hang up?” Steve asks, one hand reaching to your back, gently rubbing it as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You shake your head, face buried in the soft, knit yarn of his sweater.

“That was the last of it. Thank you, love.” You mumble, getting lost in the comfort of the hug. “We’re ready for the best time of the year, now!”

Steve chuckles, pulling your face back gently as he looks down at you, hand caressing your cheek. “And we can actually enjoy fall together, this time.”

You press up on your feet, lips meeting his to kiss him gently, and Steve smiles into the kiss as he hugs your body closer to his. He flicks his tongue against your bottom lip, and you part your lips, taking him in, sighing into the kiss as it deepens. Steve backs you up to the counter, lifting you onto it before kissing across your jaw and down your neck, making you shiver under his touch.

“Steve!” You giggle, head lolling to the side as your eyes flutter shut in bliss while his soft lips linger on your neck.

“What? It’s not like the shop’s open right now.” Steve teases, nipping at your skin, earning a whimper out of you as he soothed the spot over with his tongue.

“Yeah, but-“ You pause, holding back a groan as his large hands trail up under your shirt, fingers tracing over your belly as he reaches further up. “- Let’s go home, love. We can finish this there.”

Steve sighs, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment in defeat as you giggle again, and he pulls back, admiring the way you looked flustered. He smirks before pulling his hands out of your shirt and nodding.

“You’re right, sorry, sugar.” Steve says, holding a hand out to help you down off the counter. He doesn’t let go when you reach the floor, only laces his fingers between yours. “It’s getting late, anyway.”

The two of you gather your belongings before you lock up shop, and begin walking to Steve’s car. You give his hand a quick squeeze before letting go, smiling up at him.

“Keep calling me that, and I’ll be putty in your hands all night, love.”

———

The month of October was filled with Halloween festivities. Nearly every day you kept busy with fun ways to celebrate with Steve, and usually the rest of the Party, too.

It was such a welcomed change compared to the year prior. From adventuring to the pumpkin patch with Steve and the kids, getting lost in a corn maze, scary movie nights— that you swore Steve only planned to cuddle with you more— and planning out your costume, these memories were slowly becoming priority in your mind over the war during last year’s October.

“What do you mean you’ve never had apple cider?” You whisper across the cafe’s counter, staring at El in disbelief.

She stares back for a moment before shrugging, not understanding the big fuss. While she’s a little older now- all the kids are, slowly growing away from the title as children- she still holds the same innocence and pure wonder she’s always carried. You wonder if it’ll be something she wears no matter what age she reaches.

You quickly whip up a batch of hot cider for the party, pouring it into round, little mugs for them all. You hand El’s mug to her, and as the warmth hits her palms, she beams a bright smile as a thank you before rushing back to the table.

Overhearing Dustin grumble, “Aw man, how’d you get yours first?!” to El, you giggle, looking over to Steve, setting up some pumpkins the kids painted in the cafe’s front window, humming to the songs over the radio.

Not wanting to bother him, you snap your fingers, sending the mugs up in the air before smoothly sailing over to the round table in the corner of the shop the kids have claimed as their own. You watch as Will’s eyes follow the mugs from above before they float down gently to the table. He’s wearing a grin that could be seen for miles; you can only hope and help where you can to make sure that happiness he always deserves lasts forever.

In a way, these kids that had become Steve’s found family, became yours, too. Just how Steve would do anything to protect them, you’d also do whatever you could to keep them safe and happy.

Arms wrap around your waist from behind before Steve speaks softly, “You might become their favourite grown-up next.”

You chuckle as you spin in his arms, admiring the way the orange lights glow over Steve’s features as he smiles down at you. You press up on the balls of your feet, reaching to kiss him softly for a moment before letting yourself back down.

“What? No way, they adore you too much.” You say to Steve, to which he shrugs playfully.

“You say that like they don’t adore you, too.” Steve counters, leaning down to kiss you. As his lips meet yours, a round of hollers and comments like ‘Gross! Ew!’, echo out into the room. Steve sighs, rolling his eyes before looking back at the party.

“Hey, shitheads, behave,” He warns as he points a finger to them. You tilt your head into his chest, trying to hide your laughter. “You’re lucky Y/N didn’t hex the cider.”

Feigning offense, you gasp, playfully pushing Steve’s arm as you face the kids, half of them pausing mid-sip.

“Don’t listen to this big goofball, I would never.” You reassure, and the kids laugh it off, going back to their conversations. Max, though, still looks over at you curiously, before asking what’s on her mind.

“Don’t you jump off the roof or something on Halloween?” Max asks, genuinely curious. The question still takes you aback; you never mentioned that tradition to anyone except…

“Shut up!” Dustin hisses across the table, and Max shrugs as she holds her hands up.

“What? You’re the one that talked about it!”

Dustin’s eyes flick from Max to you, to Steve, nervous, but you laugh heartily at his reaction.

“To answer the question Mr. Big Mouth had given you, technically yes,” You begin, taking a sip of your own cider, watching as Dustin shrinks in his seat, smiling off his own embarrassment. The rest of the conversations fade out, all eyes on you, patiently waiting. “But usually, it’s with the coven… which doesn’t really exist anymore, so there’s no point or excitement with just one witch, really.”

“What? Are you kidding? That’d still be so cool!” Lucas exclaims, and you watch Will and Mike nod in agreement.

“It was just- it’s very silly alone, you guys would not be interested in seeing that.” You try playing it off, but the kids all speak up at once, spewing their thoughts about the cafe.

“What was it for?” El asks, speaking up just enough above the chatty voices among her. The kids quiet down once more, looking back to you for another answer.

Steve gives your arm a comforting squeeze before you go on.

“It’s kind of a tie-in for Samhain, at least for our coven it was. Everyone has different ways of celebrating.” You explain cautiously, hoping it made sense to everyone around you. “Samhain is the time of year the veil is the thinnest between our world and the afterlife. So, jumping was sort of my coven’s way of cleansing our minds and souls before we would communicate with our ancestors. Y’know, kind of like… shaking off a bad mood.

“It’s not necessary for me now, though. It’s simply a ritual without much meaning when I have no one to contact anymore…” You trail off, thinking of how you’re the last left of your family, your coven. You shake your head as if to shake out the negative thoughts, “But- but that’s alright! We’re making new traditions, and I’m thankful you’ve all included me in your fun festivities this year.”

Understanding not to continue the subject, the kids nod and move on back to their previous conversations. You look back at Steve to see the small smile of sympathy he gives you, and reach for his hand, squeezing in return as a silent ‘thank you’.

———

Later that night, as you and Steve climb under the covers, cuddling up into one another, the topic comes back up once more.

“Hey, sugar,” Steve pulls you close to him, kissing your head softly. You stay silent, wrapping your arms around his body. “I’m sorry about earlier. The kids— they didn’t mean it, but-“

“That’s all, Steve. The kids didn’t mean it, they’re just curious, as they should be. It’s okay, really.” You interject, trying to reassure Steve. Still, he sighs heavily, tilting your face up to his with his finger lifting your chin gently.

“What about your parents?”

“My- my parents? Steve, you know what happened last year, right?”

“Right- yeah- yes— I know that.” Steve speaks quickly, “Can’t you try to communicate with them this year, though?”

The thought has crossed your mind many times this month alone, and you have considered it, but ultimately, what would you say? What would they say? Would they even answer to any attempts of divination? The relationship you had with your family was always strained, it wasn’t really worth the effort to reach out, even into the liminal space.

Still, even if it were worth attempting, overall, this was where you were meant to be all along. Wherever Steve was, that’s where you belonged. Nothing could change that force built upon a bond between soulmates.

“That part of my life is well over now, love.” You reply, voice shaky yet certain in your words. You reach up to cup Steve’s face in your hands, gazing at him with admiration and unconditional love. “I’ve found my real family, here, with you and yours.”

Steve stares back, searching your face for any signs of doubt or regret, but you remain calm, holding your statement strong. Steve runs his hands through your hair gently, peppering your face in soft and sweet kisses, making you giggle under his touch.

“I-“ he pauses to kiss your temple, “- love you-“ another kiss to your forehead, “-forever-“ he kisses the swell of your cheek as you continue laughing, “- and ever-“ a kiss to your nose, “- and ever”, his lips finally meet yours, and you melt into the kiss.

As you pull back with a grin, you look at Steve longingly before teasing him, “Sounds like someone else earned the nickname ‘sugar’.”

His face blushes up as he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

“You’ll always have a family with us. You’ll always have a place to call home with us.” Steve reassures, though you knew, you felt it strongly. Still, his affirmations were comforting, always.

“You are where I belong, Steve.” You murmur into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin lightly. Steve squeezes you again, at a loss of words perfect enough for a response.

Pulling back, you admire his features for a moment before speaking again, “We should get to sleep, we’ve got a big day tomorrow helping the kids with their costumes before trick-or-treating.”

“I think you are more excited for trick-or-treating than the party has ever been,” Steve teases, and you stick your tongue out in response.

“I’ve never done it before!” You counter, pinching Steve’s arm, to which he laughs at. “It’s a good thing Robin’s helping us with our zombie makeup.”

“I’m well aware you’ve never trick-or-treated, otherwise you wouldn’t have picked the most overrated Halloween costume,” Steve continues teasing, sneakily reaching his fingers out to begin tickling you. Your laugh rings out loudly through the room, and Steve is at ease when the sound hits his ears, admiring the smile growing across your face.

Steve pauses for a moment, drinking the sight of you, joyful, lost in safety and bliss with his goofy antics as your giggles slow down. You take the opportunity to flip the two of you over, hovering above Steve. His grin mirrors yours while he blushes again underneath you, reaching his hand up to cradle the side of your face. You lean into his touch, still catching your breath from your laughter.

Your eyes dart over to the clock on the nightstand, reading 12:00 AM, and glance back down at Steve excitedly. “It’s midnight, it’s officially Halloween!”

Steve chuckles at your enthusiasm, “Happy Halloween, sugar.” He pulls you down to catch your lips in a soft, slow kiss. The spark you’ve had in this life and the past, had never faded. It’d continue to shine bright into the next life, too.

Pulling back a bit, you gaze at Steve, feeling lucky that things fell into place the way they did one year ago, and how you’d never, ever take any moment longer with Steve for granted.

As if reading your mind, Steve murmurs against your lips your thought from earlier, “You are where I belong, Y/N.”

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Alina and Lorenzo + hugs 3 for the touches ask game?

3. hugging while twirling around

you really wanted their reunion post ruin and rising and i hope i delivered. just a quick reminder, lorenzo will be referred as adrik in this

His shaking fingers fumbled with removing his kefta. Excitement yet nervousness filled his body. He waited five hundred and thirty-one days for this day. After five hundred and thirty-one days, he'd finally start his new life. After five hundred and thirty-one days, he'd finally be able to stay.

A solemn smile fell upon his face. The red fabric and black embroidery of his kefta felt soft under his thumbs. Dirt and dust covered bits of the red like a film. Some of the embroidery was frayed. Any other time, he'd demand for it to get fixed, to make sure he looked his best. He had always wanted a prim and proper kefta and would wear his hair slicked down with not a single hair out of place. But now, with his curls sporadic, there was no need. For as long as he lived, his kefta wouldn't be any use to him. And yet, he folded it neatly and tucked it away into his suitcase.

"How much farther do you think?" Adrik looked to the coachman. He peaked out the window. They were in Keramzin now.

"Five minutes at most, sir."

"Wonderful. . ." he trailed off.

With a deep inhale and exhale, he fiddled with his suspenders. It didn't feel right to be without his kefta and yet, it never felt more freeing. He reached for the space on his chest where his heart was. He bunched up the shirt. Nothing.

"Shit," he muttered before opening his suitcase once more.

The kefta rested on top, with the sun hitting metal just right through the windows of the carriage. He pulled the Sun Summoner pin that he got just over two years ago off. The embroidery frayed more.

He patted the left side of his chest once the pin was fastened to his shirt. "There we go. Right where it belongs."

The carriage slowed to a halt.

"We've arrived, sir," the coachman spoke.

Adrik closed the suitcase once more. "Thank you." He opened the coach door and with a suitcase in each hand, stepped outside to see the entrance of the orphanage just down the path.

The coach door barely shut before the coachman took off.

With each step, his heart got louder. Nobody was in the front of the orphanage, and it was quiet aside from distant voices. He hesitated to knock on the door. It took maybe a minute for the door to open.

"Well, look at who it is. You arrived earlier than I thought you would."

"Miss me, Tracker?" Adrik chuckled.

Mal playfully rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face. "Debatable. She did, though. She's been counting down the days since you left after winter solstice."

He could feel his cheeks get rosy. It was difficult to hold back his smile. "Where is she?"

"Last I checked, she was in the back yard playing hide and seek with the kids. I'm sure she's still back there. She hasn't not been busy doing something all day. You want to drop your bags off in your room?"

"I will later. . . going to go see her first. It's been too long."

"Of course, Adrik. Just be sure to be ready for dinner in an hour or so. She made sure that your favorite would be cooked for when you'd get here."

"See you soon, Tracker." Adrik stepped back and walked around the building to the back of the orphanage.

Laughter and chatter of children filled the yard. The children ran all over, peaking up and around every bush, rock, and tree.

A young girl, around twelve years of age, ran up to him. "Adrik! Oh, you're here! We've been waiting all day for you!"

He crouched down to her level. "What are you guys doing, Lyda?"

"Playing hide and seek! Everybody's been found except for Aleksander."

"Well, what if I help? I'm pretty good at hide and seek myself."

"Are you?" Her eyes lit up.

Adrik nodded with pursed lips. "Oh yeah."

A shriek followed a large fit of laughter came from the meadows. The last hiding kid popped out from the foliage.

"Found you, Aleksander." A young woman with white hair followed behind him, leaving the meadows as well. "Thought we agreed on the rule of not hiding in the meadows."

Adrik immediately stood straight. It felt as if all the air left his lungs as he stared at her.

"I just wanted to see how long it'd take for somebody to find me!" The child giggled before scurrying off to one of the small groups of children.

"Alright, everybody, who wants to play another round or two of hide and seek before dinner?" Her smile was bright, and the sun made her look as if she was glowing.

Children across the yard raised their hands in unison.

She clapped her hands together. "Okay then, I'll be. . ." Her eyes landed on Adrik. ". . . seeker this round. . . Adri? Oh my saints. . . Adri!"

If she was glowing before with that smile, she could only be compared to the sun now as she ran towards Adrik.

"Sunshine." The suitcases slipped from his fingers before he began making his way to her.

He caught her, wrapping his arms tight around her waist, once she lept into his arms. They spun around from the momentum, her skirt billowing out while they did.

"You made it," she exhaled. He could hear the smile in her voice. Her chin rested on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Of course I did, Alina," Adrik whispered just loud enough for her to hear. He left a gentle kiss in the crook of her neck as he buried his face there. "I've missed you so much." His hand cradled the back of her head before his fingers slowly ran through the white.

Alina hugged him tighter for a moment, then pulled away, only to bring his head down. She pressed her lips against his forehead. They leaned into each other once more with their foreheads pressed together.

"Are we going to play hide and seek again or not?" One child spoke up.

Adrik bit the inside of his bottom lip and chuckled. "Absolutely!" he exclaimed as he faced the kids. "The two of us will be the seekers. You all have thirty seconds to hide, alright?"

Keeping one arm around Alina, he guided the two of them towards the building. He squeezed his eyes shut, then covered Alina's eyes. "One! Two!" His smile grew at the sound of skittering children.

"You don't need to cover my eyes, Adri. I'm not going to peak," Alina whispered. She rested her head against his arm.

"I've never played a game of hide and seek with you before. How am I supposed to know? Seven! Eight! You could be the biggest cheater in the world. Nine!"

"Ah yes, you have found out my secret, Adrik Zelimir Turgenev. My biggest crime is cheating at hide and seek."

"I had a feeling, Sunshine. Fourteen! And was it necessary to use my middle name? Fifteen! You know I hate it. Sixteen!"

"Oh, it was absolutely necessary, Adri. Just so you know I am being so serious."

"Twenty-one! The only regret I have regarding you is the fact of telling you my middle name. Twenty-two!"

"Well you were the one that wanted to play truth or dare after celebrating Winter Solstice."

"Twenty-five! We really shouldn't have drank that much kvas. Twenty-six!"

"I'm glad we did. I did get to find out your amazing middle name after all, Adri."

He shook his head, smiling with a sigh. "I love you so much, Alina Starkov." Heat rushed to his face, his breath catching in his throat. "Twenty-nine!" His voice was shaky, nearly cracking, as he shouted the number for the children to hear. This was the first time that they had seen each other in one hundred and forty-two days. It has to be too early to say that to her. She's probably not ready to say that to me and now I put pressure on her to. Feeling her heart speed up only made him feel more of a mess internally. "Thirty! Ready or not, here we come!"

Adrik unwrapped his arms from around Alina to turn towards the yard. He felt his body get yanked. "Sunshi--" His eyes widened. One second Alina was standing in front of him with her pretty brown eyes looking up at him. Then the next, her hands yanked on his suspenders to pull him down, and her lips were on his.

Slowly, she pulled away. "I love you so much too, Adrik Turgenev."

It had been the first time they kissed on the mouth since the night before the last battle against the Darkling. Adrik's fingers grazed his own bottom lip where hers had been only a moment ago. A smile formed on his blushing face. "One of these times, I need to be the one kissing you."

She shrugged and strolled past him. "One of these times. Alright!" Alina skipped around, her white hair bouncing up and flowing with the light breeze. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

Slight movement caught the corner of his eye. One of the smaller children was hiding behind a rock. "Shoot, it seems like these kids are real good at hiding, Sunshine!" Adrik spoke up after spending nearly a minute of looking around, seeing a handful of children. "Can't find them! And that's coming from somebody who is amazing at hide and seek."

"We must have gone blind, Adri!"

The familiar voice of Lyda caught their ears from a tree across the yard. "Maybe if you two hadn't been so busy kissing, you wouldn't have gone blind!"

The entire yard filled with laughter, both from the hiders and seekers.

Alina looked back at Adrik. The setting sun haloed her head. With her smile and laugh, and just the way the corners of her eyes creased with that smile. . . comparing her to a saint wouldn't do justice. Alina Starkov was simply Alina Starkov. Nothing or nobody could be better than her.

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Broken Me...

Ch. 3

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunatly have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Online bulling, language, insecurities, mean girls. I think that’s about it..

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1779

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Jensen's POV:

"I can't believe I lost it like that man! What the hell!!" Jensen yelled, throwing his hat across the room, watching as it hit the wall with a limp thump before falling to the floor.

He’d never been so pissed off at himself in his life, the way he ran off stage like that, Y/n probably thinks she did something wrong.

He knew she saw him upset…

He knew she saw him try to hide the fact that I was up there crying like a little bitch...

Maybe that many shots before he got on stage wasn't such a great idea after all...

He was just trying to get numb enough to get through this damn concert without feeling anything. That turned out well didn’t it...

"Dude stop!! You're doing a hell of a lot better than I would be doing. I would have left the convention by now, and would be a blubbering mess somewhere. As far as y/n goes. I think she's fine. I saw her taking selfies with some other fans after the concert was over. Now Richard on the other hand, he saw, he's asking questions. I know you're not ready to talk about all this to everyone, but if you're going to stay at the convention. You're going to have to tell the rest of the cast and crew what the hell is going on with you."

Jensen knew Jared was right, but he couldn’t help the stone face that he gave him as he watched the overly tall man take a swig of his beer.

Even though Jared has the mental maturity of a ten year old, when stuff is going down he usually is right.

As far as Jensen was concerned he was nowhere near ready to talk about what happened between Danneel and himself, everything was still so fresh, so raw, hell it had just happened today!

He knew he couldn’t get into telling people without breaking down, and that was NOT something he was going to do in front of everyone.

It just isn't going to happen...

"I know you're right, but I’m not ready to talk about this with everyone, man it all this just happened less than 12 hours ago! I haven't even had time to process it yet. I'll try, and talk to everyone in the morning if people are asking too many questions. I just can't do it tonight. I'm still a little drunk, I'm exhausted. Probably too damn exhausted to sleep, which means I’ll probably drink myself to sleep…. Don’t look at me like that Jared, I just ….need tonight okay......Put Richard and everyone else off till in the morning if they ask you any questions."

Jared fought the urge to shake his head and roll his eyes, but this was Jensen’s battle, not his, and he had to deal with all of this how he saw best. No matter how much Jared didn’t agree with it..

"Okay I can do that. I told Richard tonight that you would probably tell everyone in the morning what was going on anyway, It was the only way he would let it go. They're worried about you man."

Jensen pushed his hands through his already completely messed up hair, and stood there with his eyes closed, trying his damndest to get a hold of himself. He was tired of crying about this already, and had just happened today, hell it’s not like they were together every day of their marriage, he was practically single anyway… They never even fucking saw each other.. Why did this bother him so much?

"Ugh Jen?" Jared said, sounding almost like a little kid afraid to tell their parents something bad....

"What?"

White hot fear licked at Jensen right up his backbone, it was never good in this industry for someone to use that tone while looking at social media...

"Uh, looks like the video of you and y/n tonight has gone almost viral."

Video of him singing at cons did that all the time so it was no surprise to him that one of him signing with a fan had gotten a lot of attention. So Jensen knew that was just the warm up for the let down, and braced himself…

"Okay, So."

"Well Danneel saw it and, well......"

Jared handed Jensen the phone, and what he saw there made him nauseous, and like he’d been shot in the chest with a 12 gage full of buckshot all at once….

“That bitch..”

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Your POV:

Walking back through the door of your hotel room you fall face first on the bed.

Exhaustion was a very real thing, but you still had a lot of adrenaline pumping through you, way too much to sleep right now. Your mind racing a thousand miles a second. Analyzing everything that had happened tonight almost to a fault.

Did I dream that or did it really happen?

What's going on with Jensen?

Why was he so upset?

Were Richard and I the only ones that noticed?

Jared obviously saw?

Every time you think about it your skin would tingle where Jensen had touched you. Hell by the time the two of you hand ended the song he was seriously so close for just a moment you thought he was going to kiss you.

Thank God he didn't...

Cause you probably would have passed out in his arms...

Which probably wouldn't have been a bad thing, if you were alone, and not on a stage in front of hundreds of people with cameras and smartphones.

Not cool...

With that thought you picked up your phone, and saw literally hundreds of twitter, facebook, and Instagram notifications on your phone.

Your eyes bulging out of your head as you scrolled through twitter, the video of Jensen and yourself had gone almost viral.

Your head started spinning and you honestly felt like you were going to throw up. Everyone seemed to like it, that wasn't the thing. The SPN fandom was seriously awesome that way, and for the most part everyone supported each other in one way or another...

It was the post from Danneel that shook you from your head to your toes...

"Y/f/n!! Get your ass over here!!" You yelled toward the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth. The room was spinning slightly as you read the tweet over and over again, as if you could make it disappear from the world wide web by sheer willpower...

"What?" She yelled back, running toward the bed, a look of concern on her face.

She knew your tone had changed from joking in the elevator to almost sheer panic.

"What is it?" She asked, taking the phone out of your hand.

"Dang...Poor Jensen!!" She said, staring stocked at the phone. She was staring at the phone in slack jaw shock probably like the rest of the fandom at the moment.. You knew this was just the calm before the storm though, and you were about to be under fire form some of the more hardcore fans in the fandom...

"Well he was having a harder time than what it looks like on the video." You said, she looked at you completely lost. Apparently the audience didn't catch it. A moment ago you would have been relieved, now though you wished they would have just seen him..

Then man was a damn good actor...

"That part in the video that looks like he's kissing my neck….. He wasn't. He had started to cry, and was wiping his face." You mummer, guilt rocking you to your core for agreeing to sing that song with him now that you knew what was going on with him...

"Bullshit!" She yelled. "Why didn't you tell me he was that upset!"

“I thought it wasn't any of our business! What was going on with him was obviously not intended to be a public thing. So I kept my mouth shut out of respect." You shot back.

Looking down at the tweet you still couldn’t believe what you were seeing was really happening..

The tweet was a repost of the video of Jensen and yourself singing. That wasn’t the problem. It was the comment above that made you nauseous.

Well since Jensen seems to have ALREADY moved on to basically screwing fans on a live stage!! Looks like I OWE my fans the explanation! Jensen and I are getting a DIVORCE!!! WE ARE NO LONGER TOGETHER!! I don't know who this girl is, but baby girl RUN!! I PROMISE YOU DON'T WANT THAT!!!

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A few hours later you found yourself still awake and staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy tonight no matter how you sliced it..

You couldn’t believe she did that..

She doesn't even know you!!!

Some fans jumped to your immediate defense, telling her to go screw herself, and that didn’t happen the way the video was making it look, that it was a lot more innocent in person.

Then there were some ‘Jensen always deserved better than you anyways’.

That It was just a performance... Meaning nothing and she needed to get over her high and mighty act...

Jensen was a sweetheart. He was probably totally heartbroken, and she was a bitch...

Then there were some that were attacking you...

"She's just a whore. He'll come crawling back."

"He's a jackass you deserve better."

"She wont even last with him a week."

"She's just a side bitch."

"She's ugly, he downgraded."

"OMG I didn't know Jensen was into fat girls!"

They cut deeper than a stranger's opinion of you probably should have. Especially that last one. You weren't fat by any means, but you also weren't hide stretched over the bones.

You had curves.

Your stomach wasn't perfectly fat.

Your thighs touched together when you walked.

You didn't have a model body, but hell Marline Monroe was fatter than you are!!

You and Jensen we're NOT together in any sense of the word, and by no means was he practically “Screwing you” on stage tonight..

A slight knock on the door disturbed your thoughts, and you looked over to y/f/n.

She was still knocked out.

So you quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen down your face, dragging yourself out of bed. You got up and looked through the peephole in the door, but all you could see was a white t-shirt.

You unlock the door, and peck through the crack to see who was standing there at this hour in the night, and who you saw nearly knocked you on your ass for the second time tonight..

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gaygryffindorgal · 3 years

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Chapter 1: What Lies Ahead

Summary: A new year is starting at Hogwarts and Verna Malinda is entering her fifth year. She may have a little too much on her plate for the upcoming year though, because she’s been elected prefect...

Pairings: Eventual OC/Merula Snyde

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Matthew Luther belongs to @hphmmatthewluther

As this is a rewrite, some of the dialogue is from the game either directly, or modified to fit the new narrative.

If anyone is interested in being tagged to new upates, let me know!

(Verna was born in December 1972, so she was 13 during the autumn term of her 2nd year)

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Chapter 1: What Lies Ahead

Verna Malinda had been anxiously awaiting the beginning of her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even with a detention of indeterminate length looming in front of her. She knew in her heart that this year was going to be important, and not just because of the O.W.L. examinations but because of the events of last June, and the chance of finding Jacob in the next vault. For Verna, summers had, for the past four years, felt like an inescapable limbo. Every year she longed to be back at Hogwarts, delving into the mystery of the Cursed Vaults. This year, however, she had been elected as a prefect to her great surprise. She hadn’t really considered prefectdom as something to aspire to, because all her time was spent either breaking the rules or planning to break them. Was it really appropriate for a Hogwarts prefect to be serving detention? Mysterious were the ways of Professor Dumbledore.

As the Hogwarts Express whistled as a signal for departure, Verna waved to her father from the train’s window and then turned to her friend, Rowan Khanna, the one out of the two of them who should’ve been the prefect. Rowan pushed their glasses up their nose and smiled.

“What is it?”

“I ought to go find Charlie,” Verna said as the train picked up speed. She’d been feeling all kinds of weird about talking to Rowan ever since she got the letter proclaiming her prefect. It had been Rowan’s ambition to claim that spot ever since year one, and somehow Verna had managed it even though she hadn’t even tried.

“Alright, I’ll find Ben. We’ll hold a spot for you, if you get a moment to come sit with us,” Rowan replied and the two headed their separate ways. So far it didn’t seem like Rowan was holding Verna’s election as a prefect against her. Even in their letters, Rowan had only seemed supportive and proud. They had been friends since first year, and Verna hadn’t exactly stolen Rowan’s spot on purpose. In fact, she was fairly certain she had entirely too much on her plate for this year even without being a prefect.

Once Verna located Charlie Weasley, Gryffindor’s resident Dragon-enthusiast and Quidditch hero, and as it happened, her fellow prefect, the two of them headed to the special carriage meant for prefects and the Head Boy and Girl.

“What in Merlin’s name possessed Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall to make you and I prefects?” asked Charlie, sounding genuinely confused, although in his defence, it was truly baffling.

“I have a theory that it’s to make us so busy we won’t have time to do any curse-breaking,” Verna reasoned.

“Bill’s a prefect and he’s had plenty of time,” Charlie argued but then added: “Though maybe that’s why he became the Head Boy… Wow, actually you might be right.”

“Thanks Chaz,” Verna laughed as the two entered the prefect carriage. It was already quite packed with new and old prefects, as well as Bill and the Head Girl, Ella Higgs.

“Are we late because I had to wait for you…?” Charlie whispered and Verna shushed him as Ella and Bill started to congratulate them on their achievement. Verna locked eyes with a certain Slytherin student across the carriage. Apparently Merula Snyde had also become a prefect. Verna should’ve expected as much. Her hair looked tousled as usual, but she had elected to sport a dark eye-makeup, which somehow made the purple of her eyes look even more prominent. Merula gave her a look of loathing and then promptly ignored her. Verna’s mood sunk.

“Hi Verna!” came a greeting from among the other fifth-year prefects. It was Matthew Luther, a Ravenclaw chaser who had given Verna a run for her galleons last quidditch season. Verna was pleased to see not only complete arseholes had become prefects.

“Hey!” Verna replied, taking her place among the others.

“Hi Luther,” Charlie whispered, smiling.

“Nice to see you two made it as prefects.”

Verna was about to answer but was quickly silenced by Bill who very deliberately raised his voice and started his introduction to the wonderful world of prefectdom, looking at the three of them meaningfully.

After nearly an hour of instruction, Bill and Ella bade them pleasant journey and reminded them of their job to patrol the corridors in regular intervals. After that, many returned to their friends or settled down in the prefects’ carriage. Bill walked up to Verna and Charlie.

“Congrats on becoming a prefect Verna!” he said and slapped her arm for good measure.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to be as responsible as you, William.”

Bill laughed and Charlie rolled his eyes.

“Well, I for one think you two will do just fine,” added Bill.

“If you say so…” Charlie mused. “Should we find Rowan and Ben?” he asked Verna.

“Yeah, see you later Bill!”

“Remember to patrol the corridors! And don’t abuse your power!” Bill called after them as Verna and Charlie headed back to find the compartment their friends were sitting in.

“I don’t think he actually has as much faith in us as he lets on…” Charlie said.

“Yeah, probably not. After all he lives with you, and I’m the one who roped him into this curse-breaking stuff in the first place.”

“Yeah, at the ripe old age of 13.” reminded Charlie. Verna was really starting to doubt Professor Dumbledore’s judgement.

Rowan and Ben had found a carriage and reserved spots for them. The two seemed in good spirits and Verna felt much more relaxed. If Rowan was on her side, then everything was going to be okay. Even Ben seemed to be okay, even after he was used to attack Verna under the imperius curse last year.

“How was it?” asked Ben as Verna and Charlie took their seats. He glanced quickly at Rowan, who nodded encouragingly. Verna figured Rowan and Ben had been discussing the incident before she and Charlie arrived. The food trolley had passed ages ago, so Verna nicked a treacle tart from Rowan who gave her an exasperated but amused look.

“Pretty standard stuff, honestly. They explained everything we were told in the briefing about prefects at the end of last year,” explained Charlie.

“Who else was elected?” Rowan inquired.

“Oh you’ll never guess Slytherin’s-“

“Merula,” Rowan said before Charlie could finish.

“Yeah, and she seemed right pleased about it too, I bet she’s gonna have a blast abusing her position,” Verna grumbled. She really was not looking forward to yet another thing to compete over with Merula.

“Not if we abuse our position first,” Charlie said, grinning.

“No,” Rowan admonished them when they saw Verna’s matching grin.

“I’ll disown you both if you sink to her level.”

Both Charlie and Verna stopped grinning.

“Sorry Rowan,” Verna said bashfully. “We’ll try our best to make you proud.”

Rowan groaned in mock-annoyance, and all four of them laughed at the absurdity of the notion of Charlie and Verna as prefects. Even Ben. Verna’s hopes for the year were rejuvenated a little.

The rest of the journey went by in a relatively normal manner. Verna and Charlie patrolled the corridors every now and then but didn’t face any incidents. Tonks gave them both grief about becoming prefects though, and loudly announced that this is why she had trust issues. Verna couldn’t exactly blame her, they had after, pulled pranks together in the past and prefects had a well-earned reputation of being spoilsports. After sunset, the train arrived at the Hogsmeade Station and Charlie and Verna were again required to perform their new duties. Verna hadn’t really thought about how small the first years looked until they all filed out of the train and followed Hagrid to the boats. It wasn’t that long ago she had been in their shoes, completely terrified and anxious to start looking for her brother. Jacob. The thought stung like a wasp. It had taken four years and she was no closer to finding him as she was to finding the next cursed vault. Jacob had always been there to protect her and help her and what good was she, if she couldn’t do the same for him?

The Great Hall was all decked out for the Welcome Feast when they entered. Verna always felt a sense of belonging at the sight of Hogwarts, but it was also always mixed with something like dread. This year instead of Professor Dumbledore, it was Professor McGonagall taking the podium to hold the traditional speech after the Sorting. Apparently, the Headmaster was on an errand outside of Hogwarts. They were also going to have a new teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts, which at this point surprised no one. The new DADA professor did surprise Verna, though. It was Madam Rakepick, the curse breaker Dumbledore had hired to investigate the vaults last year. Rakepick turned her eyes to Verna and something passed across her features, but Verna couldn’t place the expression. Then, just as fast as it had arrived, it passed, and McGonagall bid everyone dig in their food.

After the feast, as Verna and Charlie were getting ready to herd all the new Gryffindors (including Bill and Charlie’s little brother Percy) to their common room, Penny walked up to them, looking excited.

“Hey!” she beamed and tailing behind her was a small blonde girl who looked very much like Penny. “How was your summer?”

“Oh, you know, researching advanced curses, eagerly awaiting for my detention this year, the usual” Verna joked.

“I worked on my extra credit stuff for Professor Kettleburn,” Charlie said. “And hung out with my siblings. Fred and George have gotten it into their heads they wanna be the best quidditch players in the world and I have to be their coach.”

“That sounds really nice! We need to catch up more later, I just wanted to introduce you two to my sister, Beatrice,” Penny exclaimed, and the younger girl waved her hand at them.

“Hi,” she said, rather excitably.

“Hi Beatrice, I’m Verna and this is Charlie.”

Next to her Charlie smiled wide and shook Beatrice’s hand. It seemed to Verna that she appreciated being treated like a grown-up.

“Figured you were Penny’s sister when they called Haywood during the Sorting,” Charlie said.

Beatrice nodded. “And now we’re both in Hufflepuff! I was hoping for it, but I would’ve been happy with Gryffindor too.”

“Bea is… sort of a fan of yours,” Penny explained looking at Verna. “She’s always asking me to tell her stories of my adventures with the famous curse-breaker Verna Malinda.”

“Now I can join you!” Beatrice said. “To find your brother and the cursed vaults.”

This, admittedly, took Verna by surprise. She glanced at Penny who, by the look on her face, had not expected this either.

“Bea…” Penny whispered.

“I mean it, I want to help,” Beatrice insisted.

“Well… Maybe you can help with some small things, but I’ll be honest with you, it’s really dangerous stuff,” Verna told the young witch and hoped that was the end of it. No such luck.

“You investigated the cursed ice when you were just first-years,” Beatrice protested.

“That’s… true…” Penny admitted but didn’t look happy about it.

“And Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who when he was just a baby!”

“She has a point, you know,” Charlie cut in.

“Knock it off, Weasley. There’ll be plenty of time for death-defying adventures when you’re older Bea, for now you can just show Verna what you made for her,” Penny said with a glare at Charlie, who seemed vaguely apologetic.

With only a little complaining, Beatrice presented Verna with a yellow, self-made puffskein toy. It was extremely cute, and the gesture made Verna wonder how much Penny had exaggerated her stories.

“Thank you, Beatrice, this is super cool,” she said as she inspected the stuffed animal. After that, she was served to a story about shaving the Haywoods’ pet puffskein every week for the hairs to make the toy, after which Penny had clearly had her fill, because she whisked Beatrice away and Charlie arched an eyebrow. “Wow, they really do just keep getting smaller.”

Up in the Gryffindor Tower, the young students were excited but obviously tired, so Verna kept her introduction short and let them explore on their own or just go to bed. After that, the two new prefects made their way to their favourite corner of the common room. The couch there was already occupied by Rowan and Ben.

“Hey guys,” said Ben meekly behind his new Charms textbook.

Charlie squished into the vacant spot between Rowan and the armrest, while Verna sat on the floor, not bothering to drag the nearest chair closer.

“I think I’m going to possibly have a mental breakdown this year,” she mused. “I mean I still have to find my brother, do normal homework, play Quidditch, study for O.W.L.s, and now be a prefect.”

“If you had started studying for the O.W.L.s first year like I told you, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” Rowan simply said. It’s not like they were wrong, but Verna still rolled her eyes.

“Literally no one else but you does that, Rowan” Charlie jumped into her defence, which Verna appreciated. She fist bumped Charlie over Rowan’s lap.

“You two are impossible,” Rowan said warmly and turned to look at Ben. Verna followed their gaze and noticed Ben looked distinctly uncomfortable. Well, more than usual.

“Ben…” she started.

“I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Ben blurted out. “I know you already said it’s fine last year, but I don’t think it’s fine. I’m too easy a target to use against you, and I don’t think you should include me in your plans anymore.”

Verna stared at him for a moment, trying to find words. Any one of her friends could’ve been used as a pawn by a dark wizard. After all, they were only students up against adult wizards.

“Ben, I get it. I’d probably feel the same way if it was me in your shoes right now, because it easily could be. You’re not weak for losing against an adult.”

Ben bit his lip nervously. “But I-“

“We need you. You’re one of my best friends and nobody blames you for what happened,” Verna countered before Ben could form a proper argument.

“In the train you lot acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary when everything is!” he slumped against the couch and let the textbook fall into his lap. “I’m going to bed.”

With that, Ben got up and disappeared into the boys’ dormitory, his friends’ pleas falling on deaf ears. Verna looked at Charlie and Rowan.

“Maybe he just needs some more time…” Charlie mused.

“I think I was too harsh on him last year,” Rowan said. “I apologized though. In the train. We had a whole chat about it.”

“I’m glad,” Verna said with a smile. It hadn’t felt right, when Ben and Rowan weren’t on speaking terms.

“He just hasn’t had the easiest time at Hogwarts,” Rowan continued. “And all this business with the vaults… I think it has us all on edge.”

“Understatement of the year…” muttered Charlie.

“Well… It’s only the first day of it, we’ll have plenty of time to make more understatements,” said Rowan gloomily.

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm fic #charlie weasley #merula snyde #verna malinda #*my writing #vmatcv #*mine #this is really character driven #idk anything about writing a consistent story longer than one chapter so we'll see how this goes #any constructive criticism is appreciated #i'm NOT a professional writer in any shape or form #and i feel like i have to state this every time but english isn't my native language #basically i have no idea if this is any good but i can't keep fiddling with it anymore or i'll never post it #*hits post and hides under a rock for 3 business days*

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pucksslut · 4 years

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-a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

summary: burdened by constant nightmares, you force yourself to relive memories, struggling with coping and handling your grief.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2,621

warnings: angst, wholeee lotta angst! mentions of some things that could possibly be triggering(depression), grief

authors note(s): my first post on here! any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! also, feel free to request things for me to write! thank you:)

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“Fuck,” you groaned, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you looked around. The sun still asleep, the moon bright as ever. You cup your face with your hands, remembering the nightmares that consumed you as you slept. Swinging your feet off the bed, you walked to your bathroom.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, taking a short look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes bloodshot, the skin surrounding was red, swollen even, hair a complete disaster.

You questioned if you’d even slept, feeling exhausted as ever. Walking back to your bed, you pick up your phone. Unlocking it, you felt as if your heart completely shattered. Your own eyes betrayed you, boring into your wallpaper, where a once happy couple sat on a bench. Remembering the day that picture was taken, as if it had recently just happened.

…

“Katsuki! You have to at least smile.” You begged your blonde boyfriend, looking at his grumpy face,

“Fuck that, I’m taking the fucking picture you begged me to take. Be grateful.” Bakugou mumbled,

“I’m sorry about him, his manners need a bit of work.” You tried to laugh off Bakugou’s rude behavior. The stranger taking the picture uncomfortably smiled. You tried to nudge Bakugou, but he kept the straight look on his face.

‘There’s only one solution,’ You thought to yourself. Reaching over to your boyfriend, you began to tickle his stomach.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Bakugou questioned, trying his best to not laugh. Smiling to yourself, you continued your assault.

“Katsu, stop being a stubborn asshole and smile!”

Finally, you earned a grin on his face. Turning to the stranger, you smiled, signaling for her to take your photo.

“I got it.” She quietly said. You stopped tickling Bakugou, adjusting your shirt, you stood up.

“Thank you so much,” You said, walking over to grab your phone from her, “And sorry for his attitude, he’s a bit of a handful.” You smiled, the woman returning your action before quietly walking away.

“The fuck did you just say?”Bakugou hissed, standing up from the bench.

“You heard me.” You grinned, walking over to your boyfriend. Grabbing him by the waist, you wrapped your arms around the blonde boy, nuzzling into his neck. You pulled out your phone to look at the photo,

“Katsuki, look how cute we are!” You exclaimed shoving the phone into his face. You could feel the happiness radiating off of yourself, consumed by an unruly amount of love for your him.

“I’m sorry for being an ass.” Bakugou said quietly, looking up at him you asked,

“Is the Bakugou Katsuki apologizing?” Sarcasm hitting him straight in the face,

“Damnit, I’m just trying to be nice.” He hugged you back, a permanent smile forming across your lips,

“I love you so much, Katsuki. You know that, right?” You asked him, a tone of reassurance in your voice.

“I love you so much more, Princess.” He says, and that line will never fade in your memory.

“I’d never leave you, together forever. Till the very end.” You quietly said, sticking up your pinky finger to him, signaling your signature pinky promise.

“I promise, I’ll stick with your annoying ass” He lovingly coos, interlocking your pinkies together. Your heart was finally complete, like a puzzle aching to be finished.

You loved him, and he loved you. Till the very end.

…

You both had been together for 3 years, and you had noticed that you were to the only person he’d ever treat that way. Allowing himself the ability to openly show his affection around you. Bakugou had never been the type to show how he was feeling, always hiding his emotions deep down where no one could find them, but then there was you.

No one would have guessed that the hot-headed Pro-Hero could fall in love, but you two were perfect for each other. Somehow, you both to balanced each other out, like the sunlight to a blooming flower, you needed each other. You had proclaimed to your friends that you and Bakugou were soulmates, how he was your everything. They agreed, figuring that you were the only one able to ground him, to turn him into the loving and doting husband no one could ever picture him as.

Now, what is it you loved about him? What exactly was it that brought you so much closer to the emotionally-detached boy? You see, there were more than enough reasons for you to love Bakugou Katsuki.

You frequently admired him, you swore you could stare at his features for hours. How perfectly is hair would cascade around his face, or how adorable his angry facial expressions were, especially when he would scrunch his nose when he laughed. You noticed everything about Katsuki, and for a matter of fact, he noticed everything about you.

He was astonished by your beauty, repeatedly telling himself you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He’d frequently tell you about the first time he saw you, in his words,

“You’re annoying ass wouldn’t fucking leave me alone, but goddamn, you looked absolutely breathtaking.”

He kept these compliments between you and himself, you were his self-proclaimed “little secret”. As a matter of fact, he would tell you all the things he loved about you; he loved how the front pieces of your hair perfectly framed your face, how you would bite your cheek when you were nervous, or how perfectly your hand fit into his. Everything you did was absolutely breathtaking in his eyes.

You admired him for his strength, how he could continuously get up from a fight and never back down, even if it was an argument, Bakugou always had to be right. This annoyed you of course, but he was headstrong, it was something you wished you could be. You knew him like the back of your hand, his likes or dislikes, what things would make him angry, or what made him smile.

No one ever thought of Bakugou as the type to settle down. His only intention was to become the number one hero, that was it, plain and simple. As cliché as it sounds, you changed his outlook for him, forcing him to push harder for not only himself, but for you. He fell for you, and he fell hard. Something he could never see himself doing, but low and behold, you amazed him once again.

He was your rock, your blanket when the nights got cold or for when the days got hard. The shoulder you could always cry on, happy tears or sad. The man you could always rely on when everything got too overwhelming. Even when he was being a complete asshole, you were completely and utterly in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

…

What went wrong you ask?

You didn’t even know that yourself. It was so difficult for you to wrap your head around, you hadn’t even been able to completely digest it yet. Nightmares accompanied you every night, reminding you of what you’d lost.

You often found yourself heavily sobbing, but tonight was so much worse. Heavy cries filling the room. You’d be surprised if the neighbors couldn’t hear it, agitated that someone could be so loud in the middle of the night. Throwing your phone across the room, you fell to the floor, wrapping your arms around your legs and sobbing into your knees.

It hurt so bad. Memories racked through your head.

‘What the fuck went wrong?’ You continuously asked yourself. You swore it’d been hours since you found yourself in this position, your eyes eventually running out of tears. You wiped your flamed cheeks, cursing at how badly your face burned. Getting up off the ground, you walked to the bathroom once again, splashing cold water onto your face. You sat on the toilet, pinching your arm, hoping that this endless nightmare could finally go away. But it didn’t

Throwing on a pair of sweats and shoes, you left your cold apartment. Your throat burned, eyes completely bloodshot. You didn’t know what time it was, or how long you’d been in your room. Your life had been on an endless loop, you hadn’t eaten in days it felt. Friends stopped by every so often, wishing you apologies or an ‘It will get better’. All of it was bullshit. You knew they were just trying to show you support, but you didn’t need pity, more so, you didn’t want their pity.

You found yourself walking along the sidewalk, hands stuffed into your pockets. The same thoughts swirling around in your head, silently, you begged them to stop. To stop reminding you of what you’d lost.

…

“You’ve reached Bakugou Katsuki, this number isn’t available at the moment, but leave your message at the beep!” Beep. A woman’s voice came from the phone.

‘Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath,

“Hey Kat, it’s me, your wonderful girlfriend! It’s late, where are you? Please call me back, I love you!” You said ending the voice message, worry evident in your voice.

It’d been hours since you’d last heard from your boyfriend. You figured that he was busy, as he was always swamped at work. Being the number one hero was extremely difficult and all, but he was still always able to make time to call, or at least text the usual, ‘I’m at work. Love you’, but today was different.

You’d made yourself comfortable on the couch in the living room, hoping to hear the door swing open, letting you know Bakugou was home. The TV blared obnoxiously loud through the house, you endlessly flipped through channels, trying to get your mind over where he could possibly be.

‘What the fuck.’ You mumbled to yourself. It was nearing two in the morning, four hours out from when his shift was supposed to end. Grabbing your phone from off your leg, you’d still hadn’t received a single call or text from Katsuki. Filled with worry, you dialed the only person you could think of calling.

“Kiri? Hey, it’s me.” You addressed through the phone, nervously playing with the hem of your sock.

“Y/N? It’s late, something up?” Kirishima’s soft voice rang through the phone. Bakugou’s best friend was the one person you thought to call, as he almost always knew of your boyfriend’s whereabouts.

‘No shit, why else would I be calling so late?’ You grunted to yourself,

“Yeah, actually there is. Have you heard from Katsuki? I’ve tried calling and he hasn’t picked up. His shift ended hours ago. He isn’t home.” You said, you thought you sounded stupid. Obviously something had to be wrong, why else would he not have come home? You’re extreme worry filled your body, but you had to be strong. You took a deep breath to remind yourself that all is ok, sighing through the phone.

“Shit, Y/N. I haven’t spoken to him all day.” Kirishima said tiredly, however, you could hear that he too, was just as worried about his best friend. This set you off,

“What the fuck do we do? This isn’t like him Kiri.” You could feel tears brimming in your eyes, knowing that you had to do something,

“Is he cheating or some shit? Did something happen? Fuck I can’t lose-“ You ranted as sobs broke from your mouth, but before you could end your sentence, you were cut off by the loud noise stemming from the TV.

Turning your head, you saw the ‘Breaking News’ headline flashing with what your heart couldn’t possibly take.

“Breaking News, several injured, and one dead at the scene of a robbery and hostage situation. Among the injured, Number One hero, Bakugou Katsuki, pronounced dead at the scene, late this evening. A prolific and horrid event for everyone involved.

Reports say the villain, going by the name of ‘The Undertaker’, was able to trap several civilians, turning this into a serious hostage situation. Bakugou Katsuki was able to rush in and save-“

You turned off the TV, your phone dropping to the ground. You entire body collapsed, loud sobs filling the entire room,

“Y/N? Shit, are you ok? What’s going on?” Kirishima’s voice echoed, but you didn’t reply, continuing the cries flowing out of your body. You shook as you held your mouth, trying to console your breaking heart.

‘No, no, no. It can’t be. This is all just some sick joke. Some sick, terrible, twisted prank.’ You tried to reassure yourself, coming up with an endless amount of excuses for yourself.

“Hello? Answer me,” After moments of continuous crying,

“Fuck, I’m on my way.” The line abruptly ended.

…

You felt a tear fall down your cheek, the cold air of an October morning hitting you in the face. Your tangled hair blew behind you, you didn’t give a shit about making yourself look “presentable”, who was there to impress?

It’d been nearly 3 months, yet the pain losing your soulmate didn’t feel any “better”. People constantly told you that time heals everything, but you repeatedly asked how time could fix the mess you were living in. Nothing seemed to help how you were feeling, better yet, they only worsened. Days went on that you were reminded of what you lost.

Some days you were consumed with sadness, consoling yourself by laying in his clothes, hoping the lingering smell would somehow make you feel better. Other days, you were filled with complete anger and guilt, begging someone, anyone, to bring him back and take you instead. But it never worked.

…

You’d finally made your way to your destination, the sun eventually peeking through the clouds. Each day, the Earth still spun, life continuing on for most, yet the Earth seemed to stop dead in its tracks for you. Time slowed at an excruciating pace, making it almost impossible for you to work out how how were feeling, constantly just sulking in your own sadness.

You walked over to the stone, staring down at his name. You sat in the grass next to him, pulling back your hair so you could see clearly.

“You know, it wasn’t fair for you to leave me like this.” You said, looking off into the sky in front of you, hoping you’d somehow earn a response. But instead, you received silence.

“Remember the times we’d promise each other,”

“Pinky promise?” You asked, feeling your nose burn and your eyes well up,

“How we’d promise that we’d be together, until the very end?” The waterworks began, feeling tears pool down your face.

“Well, you lied. You fucking lied to me, you piece of shit.” You sniffled, anger and sadness hitting you all at once.

“Could’ve at least apologized, instead, you left me here to gather all of your pity.” You scoffed, burying your head in your chest between your arms. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair at all. You wished he could be right next to you, holding you close, telling you it’d all be ok, reassuring you that you had to be strong. Instead, he was buried six feet underneath where you were sitting.

“You know, people used to say we were soulmates, how we were made for each other.” You looked over at his headstone, a small smile across your lips,

“If you were here right now, you’d laugh and tell me that soulmates are bullshit.” You laughed, running your hands through your hair.

“Fuck. This really sucks. We were supposed to stay together, for fucking forever, Katsuki. I was supposed to be your annoying sidekick for the rest of our lives. We were supposed to get married, have kids. You could just come back, we could restart. It’d be easy.” You tried to reassure yourself, hoping to stop the tears flowing from your eyes.

“I guess that’s not how it works, is it now?” You scoffed, rubbing your eyes until they burned. You’d have to sleep alone now, waking up to nothing but cold air next to you. You’d make dinner for one, sitting at the dinner table alone. You’d have to comfort yourself, hoping that you could be strong enough to bring yourself up from this mess. There would be no more late night drives, no more hugs or cuddles, no more of the two of you, no more of us.

“Guess I’m stuck here in this nightmare by myself, huh?” You said, sitting your chin on your hands that were placed on top of your knees. You’d have to come to terms with the fact that your soulmate, your forever was gone. And it hurt like hell.

“Soulmates’ that weren’t meant to be. Is that what they say?” You asked the headstone sitting next to you.

This nightmare would never come close to ever ending, but time wouldn’t just stop for you, the Earth wouldn’t just stop spinning. You had to keep going, forced to keep reliving the same nightmare on an endless loop. Life forcing you to accept that he just was a soulmate that wasn’t meant to be.

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i’ve had no love like your love // knj

summary - Namjoon loves you for you; and he will help you no matter what

pairing - best friend!namjoon x transmale!reader

genre - fluff, angst; friends to lovers au

word count - 5.3k

warnings - gender dysphoria, unaccepting parents, homophobia, transphobia, use of the words dyke and faggot, transitioning, references to sex, referenced surgery, minor description of post op chest

author’s note - this is based off of personal knowledge of transitioning, what happens in this story may differ from someone else’s experience

You don’t know what you’d do without Kim Namjoon. He’s been your rock all throughout high school and is still there for you through college. You were the new kid at school and being the new kid came with all the attention of all the other students; being the shiny new toy for them, dropping in the middle of your sophmore year. After the first few weeks of school, the excitement of being the new kid died down, Namjoon was the only one that didn’t drop you and continued to be there for you.

Namjoon was there for you when you went through your first date, your first kiss, and your first time. That last one hitting you a bit differently than you might think. Hoseok was a nice guy and you really did enjoy going out with him, but soon as you started going further you couldn’t help but feel wrong. The while the way he touched you and the things he said did feel good in the moment, afterwards you felt. . .gross. After that night out, you immediately went to Namjoon’s house and cried into his arms for hours. At first, Namjoon wanted to kill Hoseok for causing you to cry but when you explained to him it was just the fact you felt personally gross afterwards and it was less him and more you he calmed down. You ended up just chalking it up to the stigma of guilting women who are free in their sexuality.

After Hoseok though, no one really seemed interested in dating you. Your family said it was because you started dressing like a man. Which wasn’t entirely wrong; the way you seemed to present didn’t stop guys completely avoiding you, but it wasn’t as many as before. You stopped dressing in feminine clothing and opted for more masculine things. Namjoon’s parents joked often that your new style mimicked a lot of what Namjoon wore: which consisted a lot of large sweaters (ironically enough were his, more often than not) and baggy pants.

While Namjoon’s parents were okay with your style change, your own parents seemed to be concerned. They made comments about you hiding your quote-un-quote beautiful body behind ugly clothes. Despite the comments being said out of love, you couldn’t help but feel more hurt by the words. You didn’t like the way your body was shaping and the way the clothes you originally had framed your figure. You felt immensely more comfortable looking like a baggy box.

Everything seemed to be doing okay until ‘Senior Ditch Day’. Namjoon and you along with everyone else in your class decided to hit the beach. All of your fellow classmates played in the water and goofed off, while you and Namjoon were at the shoreline digging around for crabs. You were minding your own business when all of a sudden a glob of wet sand hit you in the head, knocking you over.

Namjoon called out to you and helped you back on to your feet. You watched his face as he glared behind you, you turned around just in time for another clump of wet sand to hit you directly in your chest. Looking up you saw it was about 3 other guys, all of whom were in your class.

Confused, you looked to Namjoon whose jaw was clenched, like he knew something you didn’t. It wasn’t until you heard the three guys yell “FAGGOT!” at you, while throwing more wet sand in your direction.

You froze in place. Namjoon on the other hand, quickly took your hand and guided you over to the lifeguard to report them.

Not once has anyone ever said anything like that to you, or at least you thought. While the lifeguard was talking to your classmates, Namjoon helped you get the sand from your hair and off of you (Thankfully the hit to the chest was easy to get off due to your decision to wear a shirt). As he helped, he confessed that there were rumors going around of you being gay. Apparently you dressing in baggy and masculine clothing and not showing off your body meant you weren’t interested in the opposite sex; and what set them off today was you wearing a swim trunks and a shirt instead of a bikini was the last straw and lead those boys to throw sand at you and call you slurs.

The accusation of you being gay confused you though, you’ve never once thought of or tried to be romantic with a girl. Only guys. But to put it even more specifically Namjoon.

You slowly realized to yourself that you had feelings for Namjoon. Like an idiot, you kept your feelings to yourself and pretended you weren’t affected when girls would openly flirt with him right in front of you. Thankfully, Namjoon was clueless and didn’t always understand when those girls would suddenly walk away a bit frustrated.

The following school day Namjoon pressured you to report them to the office because despite you not even being gay, it still put you at risk and was an attempted hate crime. But it was nearly the end of the year and you didn’t want any more drama than what was needed. So Namjoon shut his mouth but whenever the two of you passed by those guys again, you could feel the hatred radiate from his body as he glared at them.

The day of your graduation, you were verging on a panic attack. Your parents wanted you to wear something feminine under your gown so they surprised you with a floral patterned dress that admittedly was pretty, but soon as you put it on you wanted to scream and cry. You had to ditch your normal sports bra for a pushup, the underwire digging into your skin and the presence of your chest just made you want to scream and cry. The dress hugged your torso, showing off every curve of your body and you just wanted to throw up. Makeup was caked on your face and your hair felt heavy on your head.

This. This was the reason why you hated dressing feminine. You hated your body. It wasn’t the fact that you thought you looked ugly, you just hated looking- hated feeling feminine. More often than not, you’d just look at Namjoon along with any other guy and just have this craving of wanting to look like that. Broad shoulders, masculine features. It wasn’t purely fashion, it was looking like them.

A knock was on your door, with tears in your eyes you said “Come in” and the look on Namjoon’s face will haunt you for the rest of your life. He saw the look in your eyes, how uncomfortable you felt looking all dolled up. Immediately he pulled you into a hug and you just cried into his arms, completely disregarding the fact you’re probably ruining his nice shirt.

“What’s going on?” He asked, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

“J-just, I hate looking like this! I feel wrong!” You clung onto his shirt tighter as you sobbed. “I’m not happy!”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He pulled away from you, one of his large palms went to your face to wipe away your tears. “Do you want me to sneak you a change of clothes?”

You nodded and just like that, Namjoon was raiding your closet for your nice button up and trousers. He neatly folded them and put them in a spare backpack, alongside your pair of dark sneakers to replace the baby heels you were wearing.. You watched as he put the bag over his shoulder and took your hand and led you to the bathroom. He wiped away the remaining makeup off your face. Deeming you done, he took you downstairs where your parents were a bit upset that you took off the makeup before photos but they were happy nonetheless of you wearing the dress. When Namjoon was questioned about the backpack, he just said it was some stuff that he wanted to give to his teachers before the ceremony.

Soon as you arrived at the school to get ready for the ceremony, Namjoon tugged you in the direction of the bathrooms and gave you the backpack. You gave him a weak smile and slid into the bathroom and into a stall. You hung up the gown on the stall door before you peeled the dress off your body, quickly stuffing it into the backpack and pulled out the pants. You instantly sighed, feeling relieved to no longer be feeling trapped. With your belt fastened, you reached in and grabbed the sports bra. Squeezing your eyes shut, you took off the pushup bra and let it fall to the ground. Without making any fast movements, you pulled down the sports bra. You quickly grabbed the white dress shirt and buttoned it fast as you could.

All traces of the dress that you wore were now in the backpack, save for the heels. Leaning against the wall, you removed the shoes and slid on the sneakers. You opened the stall door and took a good look at yourself in the mirror. This was you. Minus the hair though, you wanted your hair cut short for a while now but that was something your parents would never agree to while you lived in their house. Which made going away to college all the more reason to look forward to. You quickly undid the fancy braids your mother spent an hour on doing and tied it back into a ponytail.

The graduation ceremony went on as planned until the very end when your mom and dad say you were no longer wearing the dress they gave you. When you got home, you certainly got an earful from your mother about how upset they were at looking forward for their daughter to be dressed so nice. But each word just hits you with a ton of bricks, hurting you more and more. When they were done, you stood up and ran out the door to the Kim family household.

There Namjoon just held you for a few hours while you cried. Soon enough the tears stopped flowing, and it was just the two of you in his room while his computer played ambient music. It was there that in your post breakdown state that you stare at Namjoon. Watching him as he watches you. Like a man with nothing left to lose, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He freezes.

You immediately want to curl up and die. You shouldn’t have done that.

“Why did you do that?”

“It was nothing. . .ignore that. . .sorry.” You quickly shut your mouth and hide your face in his chest.

“Look at me.” You followed his instruction and the look in his eyes was pleading. “Please don’t mess with my feelings. I don’t know if I can take another heartbreak.”

“Feelings?” You asked him.

“Yes, feelings. . . I know this probably isn’t the right time but I like you. I have for a while now. I just never said anything because you never seemed interested in me.” In the dim lighting of his room, you can tell his cheeks are red and you slap him on the chest. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“You idiot, I like you too!” You watched as the look on his face transformed from confusion to one of love, pure and absolute love.

He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Then, you wouldn’t mind going on a date then?”

“I’d love that!”

So the two of you date, thank goodness the both of you got into the same university so when school started it made the transition easier.

One of the first things you told Namjoon you wanted to do as soon as you moved out and into the dorms, was cut your hair short. With your loyal boyfriend in tow, you made your way to a hair salon where you showed her a picture of a short hair style you like and while the stylist is hesitant to cut off your “long beautiful hair”, she eventually got around her hesitation with a large tip from Namjoon’s pocket.

With your new look, you felt happier than ever. But didn’t mean you didn’t elicit some stares from other people as you held hands and shared small kisses; because before certain people would stare at you for dressing like a guy. But now admittedly, you look like a guy and you’re sharing public displays of affection with another guy. But it was whatever, you and Namjoon loved each other and that’s what mattered.

However when you came back for winter break, you were met with scrutiny by your family. They said you were a disappointment and that “No daughter of theirs will be a dyke.” The insult had your head reeling. At home, you were seen as a lesbian even though you were in fact dating a man. But at college, you were seen as a gay man, but you weren’t. . . were you?

You were glad that you decided to stay with Namjoon and his family over the break because you knew you wouldn't have lasted at your parents’ home, especially after the greeting they gave you.

You sat on the bed as you watched Namjoon sit at his computer and type away, working on an assignment for the winter semester no doubt. You watched him and the more you watched him, the more features you realized you wanted to have. His jawline, his large hands, his height. Everything you wanted, he had. You loved him for each and every one of those things, yet you couldn’t help but also want those parts on your body.

You remember looking up what was wrong with you a few times in high school and each time you searched it you got the same answer: transgender. But you denied it, you pushed yourself away from that answer. That couldn’t be it. It couldn’t. You were just having some insecurity issues, that’s all. But as the more time passed, the more you realized. Maybe you weren’t a girl. Maybe you were-

“I’m a guy.” You blurted out.

Namjoon stopped typing and turned to look at you. “What did you say, baby?”

“I-I’m a guy.” You felt tears prick at your eyes again. “Everyone keeps calling me a girl and I’m not.” Your voice starts to waver as you pull your legs in close and hug them.

Namjoon just sits there and stares at you, taking in the information. He had his suspicions but with you actually saying it, really made it real. With the initial shock gone, he’s by your side in a moment. His arms wrap around you and pull you onto his lap. “Shh, it’s okay.” he tells you as he traces mindless patterns along your arms.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just, I can’t take it any longer! I tried to deny it but it just hurt me even more! I’m sorry!” You cried loudly into his shoulder, once the tears started they couldn’t stop.

“Shh, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Namjoon pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s alright baby, I’m here for you.”

You cried, and cried, until you eventually passed out from exhaustion from crying so much. You woke up with eyes crusted shut and an empty bed. Rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, you saw that Namjoon was back on his computer, busy at work.

“Are you finishing your homework?” You ask, voice groggy from the combination of the sobbing and sleep.

“Hmm? Oh, no. This is research.” He answered.

“Research for. . . ?”

“Research for you,” he turned in his chair to face you. “I’m gonna help you find resources for you to use when we get back to the university.”

You blink at him. While you knew in your heart your Joonie would accept you, you never knew it would be to this degree. But on top of that, the news that your girlfriend is actually your boyfriend usually is pretty startling.

“So. . .” You start.

“So. . . ?” Namjoon echoed, confused by your state.

“You’re not going to break up with me?” The question has Namjoon’s eyebrows shooting into his hairline.

“Why would I break up with you?!” He’s absolutely shocked that you’d even say such a thing.

“I don’t know. . . you’ve never shown an interest in guys so the fact your girlfriend is actually-”

“Baby, don’t. I love you for you. Your body doesn’t matter to me, you do.” He reaches out and cups your cheek. “I will be the best boyfriend for you. No matter what.”

And thus your transition began. The entire rest of winter break, the two of you did research on healthcare, legal processes, and looked up quite a fair share of stories that other transgender folk shared online that really helped solidify a plan.

Firstly, Namjoon ordered you a binder. In his words they were the safest ways of binding your chest to look flat. Which was something you desperately wanted, despite the fact you wore sports bras all day everyday, they still showed bits of support that you did not want or need.

Then he helped you find a transgender group to join and talk to, as well as a therapist that’ll help with your trasnition and your own mental health (“I don’t know the best ways to help you, I can learn, but I’m not going to be able to fully understand. So I found these people for you to help in areas I know I can’t help”).

All that mattered now was a name. Your birth name wasn’t going to cut it anymore. You needed a new name. You looked through shows and books, hell, even baby name sites. Namjoon gave you the idea to test out new names at coffee shops to try and get the hang of it but no name suited you until.

“Y/N.” You said to Namjoon the day before classes were due to start.

“Y/N . . .” he mused for a second, trying the name out on his tongue. “I like it, it suits you.”

You gave him a big smile and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Anytime. Remember to email the school and your therapist about it!” He instructed, looking at your sternly.

“Okay, dad!” You rolled your eyes sarcastically at him.

“Oooh, don’t use that tone of voice with me young man!” Namjoon playfully scolded as you walked away from him.

After a few months of this, your therapist asked you about starting testosterone. Immediately you said yes and your therapist gave you a few instructions on what to do and who to call. The next day you were getting your blood drawn, and a few days later getting your first injection. When you walked back out into the waiting room where Namjoon sat patiently, when he saw the look on your face he stood up and picked you up, hugging you tightly.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in your ear.

Not soon after, the two of you file some paperwork to get a court date for your legal name and gender change. Took a few months of your savings to get it done but soon enough, you had a court date and a few weeks later, the court order.

With summer vacation coming along soon, and you not wanting to go back with your parents. You and Namjoon start looking around for an apartment to share. It takes a couple tries but soon enough, the two of you find a perfect place and sign the lease as soon as you possibly can.

At first, your apartment is just some free roadside furniture (all of it being thoroughly cleaned before entering the apartment), your desks, and a bed on the floor of your shared bedroom. Slowly as the summer continues, Namjoon’s parents help with setting you up with kitchenware and a bedroom set, alongside a TV for the two of you. You were very grateful for Namjoon’s parents to be so accepting of you both.

One day on your way home from work, you ran into your-

“Mom?” You called out to her, what was she doing outside your apartment building?

She turned around and instantly her face fell into confusion. She called out your deadname and you visibly flinched. “Darling, what are you doing? Why are you still dressing up like a boy?”

Biting your tongue, you ignore her question and ask what she’s doing here.

“Well, I came looking for you! I wanted to see how well my daughter is doing, see if she’s looking like a girl again, but I guess not.” She sighed, “I only want what’s best for you darling. And dressing like a boy and liking girls isn’t what’s best for you.”

“Mom. I don’t like girls, I like boys.” You try your best to hold back from yelling at her in public. “I’ve never once said that I liked girls or looked at girls that way. Stop assuming things about me by the way I dress, because you are far from correct.”

She simply narrowed her eyes at you. “Are you still with Namjoon or should I tell him you’re cheating on him?”

“Excuse me, what?!” You’re completely baffled by her statement. “Mom, what are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone else besides Namjoon. I love Namjoon?”

“Are you sure you didn’t get married on the side? Because whenever I look up your name all that pops up is a Y/N court date with our last name attached to it.” She raised her eyebrow accusingly.

“Y/N isn’t a new man. Y/N is me. Congratulations, mom. You have a son! And he’s gay. Now leave me alone!” You roll your eyes and start for the inside, to get away from your mother once and for all.

“WHAT!?” You hear your mother yell as she storms after you. “Young lady you listen to me! You are no such thing! I won’t have it! Not in my family!”

You could feel the oncoming stares from around you. Great, she was causing a scene. “Then I guess, I’m not in your family.” You state before walking into your building, you quickly make your way over to the elevator and hold yourself in the corner as you wait for the doors to close. While you’ve distanced yourself from your family long enough, it still hurt when you now declared yourself to the entire world that you were no longer a part of their family.

You were surprised at the fact you weren’t bursting into tears yet, maybe it was because all the past few months of therapy made it worth it or maybe it was just the testosterone. Either way, you must’ve looked mentally drained from the event as you opened the door to Namjoon asking if you were alright. After a brief recollection of the event, he gave you a quick hug. Pressing a quick kiss to your head, promising that no matter what you’re his family now.

You were getting to that point in your transition when you hit the three Hs. Hot, hungry, and horny. The amount of cold showers you’ve taken just to soothe your aching body from the internal heat from within is astronomical. No matter how many layers you take off, you’re still boiling. It’s when Namjoon sees you on your back, completely naked spare a towel over your chest and boxers, is when he gets concerned. He buys ice packs, ice cream, and a couple fans to help cool you down when you suddenly feel like tearing off all your clothes.

Hungry, you’ll feel as if your stomach is a blackhole and you’ll eat almost all the food in the kitchen. Namjoon’s learned to deal with it by keeping most of the snacks on high shelves, he’ll let you have free reign over whatever is in the fridge that you have to make but for regular snacks? Never let you near those unsupervised. He’s not gonna ever let go of the fact you ate all his hot cheetos in one sitting while he was out at work.

Horny was nothing new for you, you and Namjoon kept a fairly active sex life but now you were nearly unsatiably horny. You could jack off and fall asleep, only to have a sex dream and wake up even more hornier the following day. One time on your day off, you swear you spent the entire day jacking off and even when Namjoon got home, you knew you could go another few rounds. He never judged you though; even when your voice cracked when you moaned, your bottom growth, or even just getting hairier, he was there for you. No matter what the change your body went through, he was still the same man during sex.

Speaking of being there for you, this was a time when you really needed him because you apparently missed a call from your therapist about your top surgery letter. Around the time of your legal name change, your therapist asked you if you were ready for top surgery because by now you definitely qualified with your diagnosis of gender dysphoria.

You wished Namjoon could be here, but he was out getting groceries so that just left you alone to call your therapist back. You held your breath as you heard the dial tone, after what felt like forever, your therapist picked up. What you heard, blew your mind.

Namjoon came home that night to you bouncing up and down on the couch, squealing like a happy camper. When he asked you what was up, all you had to say was: “September.”

“No!”

“Yes! I’m getting top surgery in a matter of months!” You yelled, to which Namjoon dropped the groceries and picked you up and spun you around.

“Baby boy, I’m so happy for you!” He cheered as the two of you spun around the apartment and fell over onto the couch. “Is this cause for celebration?” You could feel his arms trace alongside your body, he had that look in his eye. The look that had your knees buckling and your heart racing.

“Yes I believe it is.” You muttered as you placed your hand on his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands went straight for your thighs, a safe place for him to put them. Slowly the kiss got more and more heated, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he grabbed your ass. You chuckled as he pulled your body on to his lap, he pulled away from the kiss to press more kisses down your neck and jawline. “Bedroom, now.” With that, he picked you up and took you to the bedroom, spending a lot of time making noise complaints for your neighbors.

Soon enough, you met with your surgeon and selected a date in September as well as a type of procedure to settle on. Luckily enough, you won’t be needing drains so the issue of dealing with them has been eliminated.

When school started up again, you made all your professors well aware of what would be going on in a few weeks so they made some quick accommodations for you and soon enough, the date arrived.

Thankfully, you were able to have Namjoon wait with you in the waiting room and in the pre-op room. The nurses were very nice about your I.V.s and made sure you were the most comfortable you could be. When your surgeon came over and had to draw the procedure lines, Namjoon held your hand as the doctor drew over your chest. But it was all worth it because only hours later, you were in the operation room.

Being under anesthetic is weird because one second you’re awake then you blink and you’re done. You woke up with Namjoon right beside you holding your hand, with tears in his eyes.

“Done?”

“It’s done, baby. It’s done. We can go home soon. Just go back to sleep.” He whispered and again you were out like a light. Only to be woken up a bit later to be discharged from the hospital. With a post-surgery binder wrapped tightly around you, dressed in sweats and a flannel, you were in Namjoon’s car ready to go. You listened faintly to Namjoon’s conversation with the nurse about your pain medication and about seeing the surgeon again a week later.

You don’t quite remember much of the drive back from the hospital, probably because you were on and off asleep the whole time but the next thing you know, Namjoon is waking you up in the parking garage.

It takes quite a bit of effort for Namjoon to even get you out of the car, a lot of promises of ice cream and cuddles is what fully convinces you to become somewhat conscious as he helps you get from the car to your apartment. It takes a good while, but soon as you’re in, you both let out a sigh of relief.

“Home sweet home.” Namjoon said as he led you over to the couch, “Do you want anything, Y/N? Juice? Water? Snack?”

“Hmmm, wan’ you, Joonie.” You raised your arms at your elbows and made grabby hands, which got a good chuckle out of him.

“Baby boy, you wanna go back to sleep?” He asked you, ruffling your hair. You give a nod and he just sighs. He helps you back up to your feet and leads you to the bedroom where he lays you carefully on your back.

“Cuddle me, Joonie,” you muttered and Namjoon just sighs, giving into your half asleep antics to cuddle. He lays down on the other side of you, putting a hand over your stomach and kissing the side of your face. You fall asleep soon after that and Namjoon quickly follows.

By the time he wakes up however, you are nowhere to be seen and that sends a world of concern around him. You can’t reach very high, what if you tried grabbing the good snacks from the top shelf and pulled a stitch? What if you were still loopy and walked right out the front door? What if-

Namjoon’s concerns are quickly thrown out the door when he hears sniffling coming from the bathroom door. Jumping to his feet, he opens the door to see you with teary eyes for the first time since you’ve started testosterone. He looks down and sees you removed the post-surgery binder and pulled back the wrappings to see the fresh thin scars that go across your chest. He looks back up to you and you’re full on crying now, “I-I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m just so happy.”

The look in your eyes says it all. He sees a look in your eyes that he barely recognizes in the past 5 years he’s known you. It’s the look of pure and unadulterated happiness. Sure he’s seen you happy, but never something like this. Namjoon starts to feel the tears prickle in his eyes and he hears you laugh at him.

“Shut up, I’m happy for you alright.” He quickly tries to wipe the evidence of tears from his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You laughed at him and just continued to look at yourself in the mirror, your hand barely ghosting over your chest. Right now it looks battered and bruised, your nipples also don’t look too great at the moment. But that will all heal and go away soon. You finally felt like yourself more than ever.

Namjoon just watched you from the door frame. He watched as you laughed still in disbelief that you can finally be comfortable in your own body. The ring he bought a few months ago is currently burning a hole in his jeans, but now is not that moment. Right now, it’s your moment. A moment for you to finally love yourself.

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