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Vashwood Week Day 5: guns
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huboi · 8 months
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punishment (pt 1/?)
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[childe x ftm! reader ft the harbingers]
╰┈➤ childe fucks you in front of the other harbingers as punishment, it seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much (the guy with the big nose ain’t in this tho cause he’s not hot)
╰┈➤ reader is ftm and refered to as puppy and is called a good boy, slut, whore, cumpdump. it isn’t specified wether reader has yet had top surgery
╰┈➤ readers private’s are refered to as boycunt
╰┈➤ includes : vouyerism, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cumming inside
╰┈➤ this is my first time writing smut, so pls be nice to me
╰┈➤ 16- and fem aligned dni
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the harbingers are currently in an important meeting, as childe put it. and only now have they realised that they are in fact not wasting their time
“aww, look at you, drooling all over the desk like a naughty boy, you’re gonna have to clean this up later you know?” childe cooed, his hips slamming against yours in a rapid pace whilst the harbingers watched in what appeared to be boredom
you could only let out a pathetic whimper in response, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the other harbingers, only to no avail as childe grabbed your hair and forced you to look at them whilst they got themselves off :(
“after I’m done with you... you should definitely help out the others. how does that sound? you’ll be our personal cumpdump” childe grunted out, leaving sloppy kisses onto your neck. in response your cunt clenched around him tightly, causing childe to let out a small whimper of his own.
suddenly, he bit down onto your neck whilst he rutted into your tight heat, an explosion of warmth trickled into your cunny, ajax keeping you plugged up with his cum so it wouldn’t drip out of you.
“w-why didn’t I get to cum?” you whined, childe only tutting in response, “this is a punishment after all, you’re not cumming until you’ve let everyone use you at least once. your boycunt is gonna be leaking by the time we’re finished with you puppy” childe explained, before gently kissing where he bit, slowly taking his cock out from your cunt, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness :(
no need to worry, you won’t be empty for too long :)
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lonelyharmonies · 8 months
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just friends
what happens when you wake up in someone else’s bed after getting drunk in a party?
pairing: jaehyun x fem reader type: fluff, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au (or kinda), college au, word count: 22k warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive sometimes a/n.: hello friends!! this story here is my baby, the first full fic i've ever written 💚 3 years later i still love it as the first time i've posted it. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do. if you think you have read this story before, youprobably did, this is a repost. not very much edited so you might find some mistakes, i apologize!
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The sunlight peeking through the curtains meets your face and you wake up as soon as your cheeks get warm. You didn’t remember your bed being this comfortable. A foreign smell invades your nostrils but you don’t mind for a moment. The perfume had notes of lavender and it was sort of strong, but you didn’t mind, deciding to put your head further into the pillow, capturing more of that pleasant scent.
A few minutes later, you open your eyes and it takes a while for you to realize it isn’t your bedroom. Neither is your cousin’s. You have no idea where and why you are here. The room is small but cozy, way different from your own. You can see some heavy books on the shelves next to you and a box full of vinyl.
You turn your head to the right to find a naked back facing you. Analyzing the body proportions and the room you were in, you assumed it was a boy. 
What happened to you? Why were you sleeping with a stranger?
You tried to remember the events from last night.
“Come on, Y/N, it’s gonna be fun!” “I don’t like frat parties, Taeyong.” you repeat the same line “Plus, I am really tired. Do you know how many assignments I have due next week? And tutoring is killing. Some students really push my buttons.” “See? You are so stressed! A couple of beers will do you good.”
Then, you remembered the noise. A lot of noise. You see flashes from the previous night events: there were people dancing, Mark Lee spilling his drink on you, and a shirtless Yuta dancing on the top of the kitchen’s counter. The only thing that wasn’t clear on your mind was how you ended up in this room.
Your cousin was in front of you, clearly drunk. You knew he was a lightweight. He knew he was a lightweight. That was probably the reason why Taeyong would always try to find a way to drag you to the parties with him: to clean the mess he makes. “I can’t drive you back, pumpkin. I’m sorry,” He said, bringing his hands to cup his face, as a way to act cute, but spilling his drink on the floor in the process. “Well, I’m already aware of this. You don't even have a license.” You felt your head spinning. Taeyong smiles and focuses on something behind you “I’ll call an Uber. Or maybe I should just walk,” You fished your phone out of your pocket, but your cousin took it away from you. “No, no. Don’t go home now.” He waved at someone while you tried to get your phone back. “You should enjoy this party. How long haven’t you made out with someone?” “LEE TAEYONG!” You and Johnny, who had placed an arm on your shoulders, shouted at the same time. “and The Cousin!”  “Can she sleep here tonight, Johnny? She’ll sleep in my room” Taeyong asked and Johnny screamed “Sure” while you tried to scold the other boy. “Lee Taeyong, come back here. Who said I agreed-” you tried to grab your cousin’s arm but he deflected your touch and went straight to a group of girls.  “Hey, hey, Y/N. “ Johnny called your attention. “Relax.” He handed you a shot glass full of a transparent liquid “The night has just started.”
While you were trying to remember what happened the night before, the man that is lying beside you wakes up. Jaehyun turns around and lays his eyes on your figure. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, but the scream that left your mouth once you met his gaze made Jaehyun realize it wasn’t a dream.
You get so startled that you lean backward as Jaehyun tries to hold your arm to keep you in place.
 “Be careful, you’re gonna hurt-” 
You don’t finish listening to his sentence as your body hits the ground with a loud thud. If you were sleepy before, falling out of the bed made you feel completely awake. You knocked your head on the bedside table and groaned quite loudly.
“Good morning, Y/N.” He says from his bed, looking at your lying figure on the floor.
Now that you could see the stranger’s face, you just wished to go back to sleep. Dying was also a good option. Not even in your wildest dreams, you would imagine waking up next to Jeong Jaehyun after getting dead drunk at one of his fraternity’s parties. 
You met Jaehyun when your cousin dragged you to your first frat party two years ago. You were getting some drinks in the kitchen when you laid your eyes on him playing beer pong with Yuta. You didn’t know a guy could look so attractive just by drinking beer wearing an all-black outfit. Ever since, you admired him from afar, never failing to be awestruck by his nice features. You never got the courage to talk to Jaehyun, but it all changed when your cousin insisted that you should help his friend Johnny.
“He is just trying to learn a new language.”  Taeyong would blatantly answer every time you questioned his friend’s sudden interest in taking Spanish classes. At the time, you were working for the Language Center at your university, so the two boys were constantly pestering you to sign Johnny up for the Spanish course and they only stopped once you gave in. It didn’t take you long to find out the reason why Johnny was so persistent: Mrs. García, or Isabela García, the senior student that taught the course: Spanish for Speakers of Other Languages. She was very sweet, smart, and popular among everyone on Campus and, apparently, Johnny was trying to have his shot with her while getting extra credits.  Eventually, you became closer. Not only because of your shared class but because Taeyong was your mutual friend. It was after one of your classes that you formally met Jaehyun for the first time, six months after seeing him in that party for the first time. He was waiting outside, a tray with coffee in one hand and a paper bag in the other. “I can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to try to make a pickup line in Spanish.” you sighed loudly. “You can barely introduce yourself. Plus, she’s your teacher, keep it in your pants.” “Please, I was amaz- OH, whassup Jeffrey?!” Johnny spotted his friend waiting for him “This is my boring classmate Y/N. Y/N, this is Jaehyun.” “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said sheepishly, avoiding to look at his face. “Nice to meet you too.” “Today I said to Isabella that she was “La chica más Bella I’ve ever seen.” You know, Isabella and all-” “I don’t speak Spanish, Johnny.” the guy mumbled and you suppressed a smile. “- and even though I couldn’t say the whole sentence in Spanish, she smiled at me and said I was sweet. I bet she loved it.” “I clearly remember her disgusted face when she asked you to keep doing the exercise.” “You're lying to make me look bad.” “She wouldn’t need to lie, Hyung,” Jaehyun said, making you giggle.
After that meeting, you did talk to each other, but never alone. It was either at their fraternity parties or at lunch when he would join you, Johnny, and Taeyong. Now, you had slept in his bed and didn’t even remember how you ended up there. 
“I have no idea how I ended up on your bed. I am so, so sorry, Jaehyun.” you clumsily start standing up and finding your way to the door. “I-I swear I would never sleep with you.” 
You realize what you said and widened your eyes regretting your words. The boy, on the other hand, only chuckles and stays laid down on his bed, finding quite amusing your flustered and messy state.
“Ouch, it kinda hurts my pride” 
“I mean- I don’t mean like that. You are very attrac-” you stop yourself and shake your hand in front of your body “What I mean is, of course, I would sleep with- NO!” you stop, taking a deep breath. 
Why couldn’t you come up with a simple sentence? You decide to focus on the Mickey Mouse plushie on the top of his shelf and start again.
“This is so embarrassing! What I’m trying to say is-”
Jaehyun’s laughter stops you. He runs his hands through his fingers as he sits on his bed, with the comforter only covering his bottom parts, torso completely exposed.
“I think you mean that you wouldn’t take advantage of me.” 
“Yes! Yes. That’s exactly what I was trying to say.” you quickly agree, averting your gaze from his figure.
“I also have no idea how you ended up here.” Jaehyun states, grabbing a black t-shirt from the ground “but I’m sure nothing happened because I went to bed early last night. And alone.” he emphasizes the last part “Were you at the party?”
“Yeah,” you answered while looking at your feet and end up taking a glance at your stained shirt. 
The stain on your shirt makes you realize how fucked up you must look. You also smell terrible. Why was this happening to you? There were so many bedrooms in this house, why did you end up precisely in his?
“I had a few drinks last night…”
“A few?” he raises an eyebrow curiously.
“Maybe too many.” you scratch the back of your head and keep looking down.
Then, the awkward silence comes. You, standing there, in the middle of the room, like a statue in the middle of the room and Jaehyun a few steps away from you. It fazed you how he managed to look charming even after just waking up. 
“So, uh… The door…” he says motioning to the door behind you, snapping you back to reality.
“Oh, yes, sure. I’m sorry.” you turn back and open the door. 
Luck being on your side, the first thing you see as you get out of the room is your friend, Johnny, holding a puzzled look on his face.
“Isn’t it Jaehyun’s…”
“Yes.” 
You grumble and turn to your left, heading to the staircase, not giving Johnny enough time to make questions.
"Did you sleep together?” he asks Jaehyun loud enough for you to hear by the end of the hall.
“NO,” both of you say at the same time. 
Actually, you screamed from the top of the staircase and Jaehyun mumbled beside Johnny. “I think she’s not really interested.” he completes with a sarcastic note, chuckling.
“Why was she coming out of your room? How did that happen?” 
“Did you smell her clothes? She was probably dead drunk last night.”
By the time the boys reached the messy living room, you were already opening the front door.
“At least drink a cup of coffee” Johnny offers and you shake your head.
“Tell Taeyong I went back to the dorms,” you say, stepping outside and shutting the door as fast as you could. 
“Let me drive-” Johnny starts but you close the door before he could finish “you.”
The two boys head to the kitchen and start preparing their breakfast. Johnny places a cup of coffee in front of Jaehyun who smiles and silently thanks him. The next one to wake up is Yuta, who walked down the stairs inexplicably happy for someone who should have a hangover.
"Care to explain why this house is so noisy on a Saturday morning?” he calls the room’s attention to himself. “I hear too many voices.”
“There was a misunderstanding,” Jaehyun mumbles.
“What do you mean?” Yuta raised an eyebrow at the younger and Johnny giggled.
“Y/N woke up on Jaehyun’s bed this morning.” 
“What, Taeyong’s cousin?” he turns to Johnny who nods “She slept with you?” Yuta gaps at the younger boy “So she finally admitted she-”
“YUta” Johnny interrupts him “I was joking.”
“She was just really drunk and ended up in my room last night,” the youngest says, munching his cereal “When she got there I was already asleep. I didn’t spend a lot of time at the party last night. I have three projects to hand in this month. They are tiring me out.” 
“So, Y/N really slept with you?” Yuta asked again.
“In my room,“ Jaehyun corrects. “Well, if you excuse me, I’ll go to the gym.” he gives them a small smile and leaves the kitchen.
“Yuta, you almost said Y/N likes Jaehyun!” Johnny whispers-yells at Yuta.
“Well, it’s not like she knows how to hide her crush.”
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“So you’re telling me that you slept with Jeong Jaehyun?” your roommate asks after you finished telling her about the events of the previous night.
You sigh loudly and shove her hands from your hair. “Did you listen to what I said? I slept on his bed because I was drunk and probably thought I was entering Taeyong’s room.”
“Come back here, I didn’t finish drying your hair.” she pulls you back by your shoulders “It would have been nice if you had slept with him. I heard stories about Jaehyun…”
“You should stop gossiping around,” You roll your eyes.
“Don’t pull up this act, I know you love it when I spill all the tea for you,” she pulls your hair with unnecessary strength, making you groan “Some girls say he really knows how to use his tongue, you know…” she says, pointing down at your lower body and you hit her hand.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” you say in disgust. “Plus, I don’t know how so many people know how Jaehyun is in bed. He looks really reserved and quiet.“
“The quiet ones are the worst, my friend.” your roommate says before blowing air on your right ear, making you yank away from her.
It was midday when you decided to open your laptop and get some work done. You have three essays due to Thursday and you haven’t even started. It was now your third year and the pressure on your shoulders was getting heavier each day. You’re a good student, excellent grades, the professors love you, but after spending all those years studying communication, you still don’t know what you want to do with your life.
Taeyong always says that your problem is that you are too afraid to take the first step. Deep down, you know what you want, you’re just too afraid to pursue it.
Not even twenty minutes after starting your assignment, you hear a special ringtone and see your cousin’s face on your phone’s screen.
“I’ll stop calling you pumpkin and I’ll ask Sicheng if you can have his nickname,” Taeyong says as soon as you pick up the call.
“Who is Sicheng?” 
“Winwin” he replied and you hummed acknowledging. He was a Chinese exchange student who lived with your cousin last year.
“And why would I want to be called Winwin?”
“Because a little bird told me you managed to hook up with Jaehyun. That’s not even a regular win, you deserve a fucking Olympic gold medal for finally going for him.”
You sighed loudly and groaned at your cousin’s words. Did you really think they would keep quiet about this morning’s accident? All the gossips of the campus either start or finish in the damn frat house. They love gossiping. 
"I know your little bird is six feet tall and goes by Johnny,” you say in annoyance. “Couldn’t he keep his mouth shut?”
“It’s like I always say, Cousin,” you hear Johnny’s faint voice, apparently he was far from the microphone “Once the tea’s ready, we need to spill it. But in fact, no. It wasn’t me.” 
“First, I’m not your Cousin, Johnny,” you say, clearing your throat. “Second, you should spill your fucking tea correctly then,” you growl at him which makes both men laugh at the other end of the line. “We didn’t sleep together - I mean, we did sleep together but-”
“I KNEW IT! I told you I heard weird noises coming from the kitchen.” 
You hear a high pitched voice coming from your cousin’s side. You will kill Taeyong as soon as you get a chance.
“Taeyong, is this Donghyuck? That demon? How many people are listening to this phone call?” you lower your voice and feel your cheeks getting hot. Either from embarrassment or anger. (It was probably both).
“Only me, Johnny, Hyuck and Mark.” he simply states, making you huff in annoyance. ONLY four people discussing about your life.
 “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME, THEN?” you scream and hear a bang on your wall, warning you about the noise. “Sorry!” you scream again to apologize. “You said Mark is there? Hey, Mark!”
“Hi, Y/N. I’m still very sorry about your shirt. I promise to buy you a new one,” he says closer to the phone.
“It’s okay, sweetie. My roommate knows how to clean the stain.” 
“Why do you call Mark sweetie and call me a demon? Hyuckie is sad,” Donghyuck says, faking a cute voice.
“Cut the crap, demon. You don’t deserve my love and affection.” you say looking back at your open laptop, realizing you won’t be able to focus anymore “By the way, what does the noise have to do with me? It could have been literally anyone.”
“Well, I heard that you guys spent the whole night, you know… Having fun. Even on the kitchen counter,” the youngest says suggestively ,making you gasp.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? HEARD FROM WHO? THAT’S A LIE”
“That’s why I called, we needed to confirm the story,” Taeyong says laughing at your reaction.
“STOP LAUGHING! THIS IS NOT FUN” you hear your dorm neighbor punching your wall again and you snap “I’M BEING DEFAMED, ABIGAIL. GIVE ME A BREAK.” you scream towards the wall she has just punched.
“Abigail should just buy earplugs. She gets irritated by any sound you make.” you hear your cousin mumbling.
“Don’t try to change the subject, Taeyong.” you warn him “I am seriously so mad at you. Especially you, Johnny. I’m sure Jaehyun explained the whole incident.”
“She’s really mad, isn’t she?” someone whispers and the rest of them giggle.
“I can hear you.”
“Yeah, Jaehyun told me you were drunk and ended up in his bed, but who knows what happened before the sun came out.” Johnny giggles.
“NOTHING happened, for your information. I didn’t have sex on the kitchen counter” and you make sure to quickly answer “OR on Jaehyun’s bed. I didn’t hook up with that man, please, stop getting on my nerves.”
“Sicheng can keep being Winwin, she’s still a loser.” you hear Donghyuck snickering at his joke.
“But why did you go to Jaehyun’s room, though?” Mark asks.
“My drunk-self probably thought it was Taeyong’s,” you answer and throw yourself on your bed.
The line stayed silent for some seconds, the boys were whispering something to themselves but you couldn’t understand anything they were saying.
“Hello?”
“So, dear cousin.” he has just started and you could already assume he was trying to hold back his laughter.
“Do you know your cousin’s bedroom is the first room on the right?” Johnny asks and you hum in response.
“Jaehyun hyung stays at the end of the hall, dude..." Mark continues.
“On the left,” Donghyuck adds.
“Are you insinuating I went there on purpose?” you ask them “I was drunk!”
“You know what they say, noona,” you hear Donghyuck’s “drunk actions are sober thoughts.”
“That’s not how it goes,” you mumble.
“We all know you like Jaehyun hyung.” you gasp at the youngest words. “It’s not like you make an effort to hide your crush on him. Even Yuta hyung knows it.”
“I promise I didn’t say anything to them,” Johnny says immediately
“Me neither.” Taeyong adds “But Hyuck made a good point, you’re not subtle.”
“Do you remember last Tuesday how she choked on her own saliva when Jaehyun offered her sour gummies?” Johnny added laughing.
“Stop mocking me.” you huffed. “Please, don’t make a big deal out of this. The situation itself is already embarrassing.”
“You should shoot your shot, Y/N.” Mark says in a supportive tone “If I hadn’t made the first move, I wouldn’t be dating now.”
“Yes, we support you.”
“If even Mark has a girlfriend, you can get that d- OUCH DON’T HIT ME”
“Plus, you already know each-”
“You’re not that bad-looking either-”
All the boys start speaking at the same time and you think you might go crazy. What are they talking about? Dating Jeong Jaehyun? It’s not like you were in love with the guy, it was only a crush, for heaven’s sake! You were only acquaintances and dating was definitely not your top priority right now. You hang up on the rambling boys at the same time your roommate comes back to your shared room.
“What happened? Abigail was complaining about you screaming at her,” she says closing the door and sitting beside you.
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When Monday came, you instantly wished that it was Friday. You are woken up by a pillow being thrown at you, full force. The alarm on your phone must have been ringing for a while but you didn’t hear it.
“Good morning to you too, Jiwoo.” you groan.
“Turn this off,” she says covering her head with her comforter looking like a caterpillar. “What time are you free today? Wanna grab dinner?”
“Spanish class finishes at 7.” you yawn and stand up, finally getting enough strength to start your day.
You’ve been taking Spanish classes for a year and a half now. And even though Mrs. García graduated last semester, Johnny continued taking the classes, which positively surprised you.
“I’ll meet you at the Language Center, then.” she pokes her head out of her comfortable cocoon to whisper “You can invite that hot classmate of yours. The tall one.”
“I’m not gonna invite Johnny,” you say shaking your head and choosing your pair of jeans and t-shirt of the day “He will certainly embarrass me.”
“We’ve been living together for three years, is there anything about you I don’t know yet?” she says, now sitting on her bed. “Stop being selfish and help your lonely friend here.”
“Why Johnny, though?” you ask, turning your head to her “Remember how he signed up for the Spanish classes only because of the hot teacher?”
“Yeah, he’s a frat boy.” she says shrugging her shoulders “But it’s not like I want to marry him. It’s like Cyndi Lauper used to say...” she stands up and takes her phone out of the charger and ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ starts playing. You roll your eyes and smile at her.
“Alright, I���ll ask Johnny.” you close your drawer and open the bedroom’s door “Just turn it off before Abigail starts hitting our wall.”
Your morning classes went smoothly, no surprises. Some professors scheduled exams for next month and you made sure to add a reminder on your phone. At noon you went to the cafeteria to buy your lunch and ran to Mrs. Park’s office. She was one of the professors responsible for the Academic Writing course, and because of your excellent grades, she recommended you as a tutor. Despite being an elective subject, a lot of freshmen always signed up for it since it was very helpful during your undergraduate life.
Once you get into the long hall, you swallow the last piece of your sandwich and knock on her door. The old lady opened it with a smile, motioning for you to enter.
“How are you today, dear?” she says sitting on her chair and you mirror her action.
“I’m fine, thank you. Is everything alright, Mrs. Park? You called me here…” you say cautiously earning a giggle from the lady.
“Oh, don’t worry dear. I’m sorry if my email sounded so urgent, I just wanted to talk to you about your tutoring classes.” she types something on her laptop and looks back at you. “There are some foreign students in my class who might need help not only with the academic style but the language itself. I will ask you to be patient and take a closer look at them.”
“Of course! I haven’t tutored any foreign student yet, but I’ll gladly help them,” you say smiling.
“I’ll keep you updated with my lesson plans and their assignments…”
Your meeting with Mrs. Park was short and very pleasant, as always. She was kind enough to give you a cookie once you finished. You were now heading back to the main building, finding your way to the library where you would continue the assignments you postponed on Saturday. Too focused on arriving as soon as possible, you didn’t see a tall guy, holding three heavy books, coming in your direction and when you realized, it was too late to get out of his way. You met the floor, just like the books and some of his notes.
“I’m so sorry.” you start picking up the sheets of paper next to you “I didn’t see…” you only meet his eyes when the guy kneels and picks up one of the books on the floor.
“Hi, Y/N” Jaehyun’s lips stretched into a subtle smile, showing the dimples on his cheeks.
“Oh, hi! I’m so sorry for this mess.” you say, both standing up. “I didn’t see you there.”
“You’ve been apologizing a lot lately,” he comments, remembering your flustered state two days before.
“Sor-” you stop yourself before you could finish your apologies, again. Jaehyun giggles at you.
“You’re distracted, it happens.” he shrugs, smiling widely and you swore your heart was going to combust at that very moment. “Gotta go, see you around.”
You don’t even have time to answer, the boy was already at the end of the hall.  
Some hours later and with an empty stomach, you finish your first essay and check the time. You had five minutes to get to class. Hurriedly, you gathered your belongings and ran across buildings to get there on time. Fortunately, the teacher wasn’t in class yet. But Johnny was.
“Señorita, muy tarde, ¿no?” he says and you roll your eyes “Our Spanish princess is late, I can’t believe it.”
“Stop being so annoying.” you say throwing your bag beside him, “I thought I was the Spanish queen. Did you declass me?”
“Now that that straight A student is gone, I gave it a second thought and I believe the queen title belongs to her,. But you're the second best," he says taking a pen and a notebook out of his backpack, making you raise an eyebrow. “I promised I wouldn’t copy your notes this semester.”
“I have to say I’m surprised. I didn’t think you would want to keep studying Spanish.“
"Why not?”
“I thought you only wanted to… you know… hang out with our teacher.” you hesitate.
“Since when is fuck a forbidden word?” he chuckles “Yes, I wanted to fuck her but I told you, I wanted to learn a new language too.”
“You didn’t need to be rude, Johnny,” you mumble and he laughs.
“Plus, I’m doing this for you too.” you give him a questioning look and he replies with a cheeky grin “So you can see Jaehyun’s face twice a week.”
“And here I was considering hooking you up with my roommate,” you say to him.
“What do you mean?”
“She invited you to have dinner with us tonight because she wants to flirt with you.” you say bored, looking at your wristwatch. “Isn’t the teacher a bit late?”
“Well, I’m free tonight, why don’t give your sweet roommate a chance?”
“Just, please, tone it down while I’m eating. I don’t want to be the third-wheel.”
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You had a knife and you weren’t afraid to use it against Johnny right now. When he said he would make sure that you wouldn't be thirdwheeling, he didn’t mention it involved inviting Jeong Jaehyun.
“Is it a double date?” Jiwoon whispered in your ear when she saw the boy approaching your table.
“This is not a date,” you say behind your gritted teeth. “Johnny…” you look at the man in front of you and he smiles widely.
“So, Jiwoo, that’s my friend Jaehyun. We live together.” Johnny introduces Jaehyun to your roommate, who shakes his hand. “This is Jiwoo.”
“Nice to meet you, Jaehyun.”
“I called you here because I thought it would be nice to have a double date!” Johnny boldly says making your eyes grow wider and your face burn. It made Jaehyun’s ear red, but that you didn’t notice.
“This is a friendly dinner,” you say, taking the knife from the table, “and I would appreciate it if you stop being so inconvenient.”
“I thought I could call it a date after what happened Saturday morning.” Johnny grins at you and before you could scream at him, Jaehyun speaks first.
“Stop bringing that up,” he places a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, “you’re making her uncomfortable.”
“Why are your ears so red, Jaehyunnie?” Johnny tilts his head to the side and places both hands on the other boy’s ears.
“I’ll punch your face once we get home,” the younger mumbles and Johnny lifts an eyebrow.
“It will be fun watching you try,” he mumbles back. “So, ladies, shall we order?”
After the dramatic introductions, the dinner went quite well and there wasn’t another mention regarding The Incident (how you like to call it on your mind). Johnny and Jiwoo were too engrossed in their own flirting to think about embarrassing their friends. It was a really pleasant meal and by the end of it, you found out Jaehyun is easygoing and it wasn’t hard to hold a conversation once he opened up. He told you about his major, architecture, even though you already knew that, and said he was glad that Johnny invited him to dinner because, being full of projects to finish, he probably wouldn’t even remember to eat properly.
“We know each other for what, a year and a half?” he asks and you nod. “How come we never talked like this?”
“I think we never had the chance,” you say smiling.
Johnny and your roommate were walking behind you. You glanced back and saw his arms around her shoulders, giggling while she blushed.
“They are disgusting,” you say with disdain, and Jaehyun laughs. “Seriously. I asked him to tone it down… I’m tired of thirdwheeling,” you say under your breath, but Jaehyun hears you.
“Is that why Johnny called me?” he says suggestively “So you did want it to be a double date.”
“What? NO!” you say hitting his left arm but regretting right after. You just got to know the guy, you are not that close yet. But your heart feels lighter once he chuckles.
“Do you know why Johnny always messes with you?” he asks and you shake your head. “Because you get riled up easily. I was only joking, dummy.” he flicks your forehead lightly, smiling at you, exposing his dimples.
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“So, you and Jaehyun talked a lot, huh,” Jiwoo says while both of you are on your way back to the dorms. It was late, but you didn’t mind missing a few hours of sleep. Not today.
“Yeah, he was friendly,” you refrain yourself from saying much more. “I had no one else to talk to since you and Johnny were almost making out in front of me,” you say with a playful smile while she pushes out of the sidewalk.
“You are exaggerating.” she sighs and you smile wider “But we did flirt.”
“Did you give him your number?” you ask, linking your arms together.
“Yes, we exchanged numbers. I hope he texts first.”
“Oh, don’t wait for Johnny.” you say and Jiwoo tilts her head in confusion “He will forget to text you. Once we get home, send him something like ‘thanks for dinner’ or ‘I had so much fun tonight’ and he will be happy.”
The rest of the walk back home was your friend trying to embarrass you bringing up Jaehyun and you trying not to get riled up easily, as the boy had mentioned before. You realized your attempts to remain unbothered were in vain when Jiwoo was running away from you to avoid physical retaliation.
Both of you entered the building laughing as quietly as you could. Once you got to your floor, you headed to the end of the hall, meeting one of your neighbors, Abigail, getting out of her own room with a plate full of cookies.
“Hello, girls! I made those cookies for my roommate, but she’s already asleep. Do you want to share it?”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna keep them for when she wakes up?” Jiwoo asks, already putting a cookie on her mouth “I take it back. Yes, we accept the cookies.”
“Is it good?” she asks expectantly.
“This is DIVINE!” you hit your roommate’s shoulder and open your door.
After accpeting you neighbor's cookies and chatting for a bit, you and Jiwoo went to bed. You laid your head down on your pillow and, even though you felt tired, you couldn’t get out of your head images of a certain dimpled boy. Before The Incident, you and Jaehyun barely had opportunities to know each other like you did tonight. Of course, you would rather cut off your tongue than tell Johnny you liked his idea of inviting the boy. It made you wonder if getting to know him better will make your little crush fade away or make it bigger. You sincerely hoped for the former.
In the morning, rather than your alarm, your cousin’s ringtone woke you up. You groaned and picked up the phone.
“Good morning, pumpkin! Is the grass greener, the world beautiful and life worth living yet?” you hear his giggles and sigh loudly.
Johnny Fucking Seo.
“You are alive to bother me, life still sucks.” you whisper trying not to wake up Jiwoo “Do you know you woke me up before my alarm? What time…” you take your phone from your ears to check the time and when you read 6:17 am on the screen, you know Taeyong days are numbered. “Are you a psychopath? I still had almost an hour of sleep.”
“I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be late!” he says loudly and you hear a thud in the background “And also because I wanna meet my lovely cousin before my first class that starts at 8:30. I’m making a special breakfast for us.”
“Please, don’t.” you have flashbacks from the last time Taeyong made a ‘special breakfast’ you had to spend the rest of your day taking antacid “Just stick with simple breakfast. Simple is good.”
“Okay, then. Meet you at 7:30 in the cafeteria.” he says and when you are about to hang up, he finishes with “I might invite Jaehyun too.”
“LEE TAEYONG” you whisper-yell but he had hung up before you could protest. The person who said that family is everything clearly didn’t have an annoying cousin like Taeyong.
You spend some time scrolling through your social media and messaging death threats to Johnny and Taeyong. Then you decide to get up and write a note to your friend. Today both of your classes wouldn’t start until 10 am, so you decided to warn her and let her sleep peacefully.
At 7:35 you arrived at the cafeteria and spotted Taeyong sitting in one of the tables, two trays in front of him.
“You are late.”
“Only five minutes.” you shrug “I thought you were making me a special breakfast,” you go to his side and greet him with a hug.
“You said I should make it simple so I bought you the cafeteria breakfast. Don’t complain.” he takes his bag off the chair next to him and motions for you to sit down. “I need your help.”
You frown while munching a piece of bread. “Help? I thought you called to make fun of me for going on a date with Jaehyun.”
“And yet, you came, willingly. I’ll tell Johnny you considered it a date.” he had a knowing smile adorning his face. “But, no, I wouldn’t wake up earlier just to annoy you. You’re not that important.” he says while peeling a banana. “First, don’t forget that my sister is coming to visit us this weekend. My mom will kill me if you’re not there to celebrate with us.”
Taeyong’s family lived closer than yours. Being only a one hour drive to his hometown, both of you constantly pay your aunt a visit - most of the time requested by her. This time, Taeyong’s sister is visiting after a whole year living abroad with her son and husband, so, obviously, there would be a huge family gathering.
"But I also need your help with a surprise party. Yuta’s birthday is coming soon and I would ask for the boys’ help, but now that Doyoung is gone I can only trust Taeil.”
“That’s because your friends can’t keep their mouth shut,” you mumble and see your cousin smiling. “What do you want me to do? I don’t know Yuta that well, he will find it weird…”
“You won’t need to talk to him or anything. I was thinking you could buy decorations and make the cake.”
“Where will you celebrate it? You can go bowling, maybe going to an arcade… Arcade sounds nice.”
“Arcade? How old are you 12?” Taeyong scoffs. “We’ll just throw a party and invite everyone.”
“You will throw a frat party and give a cake to the guy and call it a surprise?” you deadpan. “Are you dumb?”
“Yeah, I’m throwing him a party. What else do you want me to do?” he looks at you bewildered.
“Well, if your plan is throwing a party and inviting everyone on campus, you won’t need to worry about your friends because Yuta will know one way or another.“ you sigh and place your sandwich back on the tray. “It will be a party full of people who barely know him… it’s better if you just take him to a place he likes. Maybe an amusement park? You can try to find a ticket for that french film festival, he looks cultured, he might like it.”
“People don’t want to spend their birthday at cultured festivals, Y/N. People wanna get drunk. I’m people. Yuta is people.” Taeyong says stealing your sandwich.
“Give it back, thief.” you take it from his hands “I’m not saying he can’t get drunk, I’m just saying it’s stupid to make a frat party to celebrate his birthday, there’s nothing special in it.”
You continue bickering for a couple of minutes until a tall figure appears patting Taeyong shoulder and sitting next to you.
“Good morning to you”
You hear his baritone voice and your heart starts beating faster, but you say to yourself that it had nothing to do with Jaehyun being right beside you. Your pulse was fast because of your argument with Taeyong, yes, that was the reason.
"What are you fighting about?”
“Before you murder me, I didn’t know he would be here.” Taeyong whispers to you. “I didn’t know you had classes early today, Jae.”
“Yeah, I actually came early because of my group project. One of the girls ruined it and now we need to fix it.” he scratches the back of his head and you see him slumping against the chair “What were you talking about?”
“Yuta’s birthday.” you blurt out at the same time as Taeyong says “My mom’s dinner.”
“Sorry…” you say smiling apologetically to your cousin “I’m sure Jaehyun won’t say anything.”
“So, Jae, we’re planning a birthday party,” Taeyong starts but you interrupt.
“You are being unreasonable.“ you scoff at your cousin “Your idea doesn’t make ANY sense. You can’t make a surprise party when you plan to invite half campus.”
“Could you, please, shut up?” he warns, lifting his index finger in your direction “I was telling her that we could throw a big surprise party and invite everyone to celebrate Yuta’s birthday.”
“Basically, he wants to throw one of your frat parties and expects Yuta to be surprised. This is a terrible idea.” you say crossing your arms over your chest “I suggest something more intimate, for his close friends…”
“You’re just saying this because you don’t like our parties. They are the most fun-“ Jaehyun interrupts Taeyong before he can finish.
“I agree with your cousin, hyung.” you and Taeyong quickly shift your attention to the boy “She has a point. You can’t expect that everyone you invite won’t tell Yuta. And it’s his birthday, he should celebrate with people that actually care about him,” he sips his iced coffee before continuing “We can make a small surprise party. I heard Winwin is planning to visit us and Johnny knows one of his classmates, he can ask-“
"No, not Johnny.” you interrupt him “He will end up telling Yuta about the party.”
“I can try talking to the guy, I guess.” he smiles and you nod happily.
“See, Taeyong, that’s what we call a good idea,” you say and he makes a disgusted face.
“Since when are you guys that close? You had your first date yesterday!“ your cousin teases you and you throw a banana at him.
“It was a friendly dinner.” Jaehyun corrects Taeyong, copying your words from yesterday. You smile, even though a tiny part of you felt a little bit hurt that he didn’t consider it a date. “And this has nothing to do with our new friendship, I’m just being fair.”
Taeyong hums looking at the younger boy suspiciously.
“I do think we can throw a party for him at a bowling alley, though. Does he like bowling? Maybe an arcade-” you start ranting but Jaehyun laughs at you.
“How old are you?” as soon as the question leaves his lips, Taeyong snickers.
“I told you it was childish.”
You place your elbows on the table and rests your cheeks on your hands. “I really wanted to go to an arcade,” you mumble.
“Go by yourself then,” Taeyong says, placing the banana you threw at him back on your tray. “I’ll create a group chat with you so we can think about the details.” he says, fishing his phone out of his pocket and widening his eyes when he looked at the time “I gotta go or I’ll be late for class.”
Jaehyun stands up at the same time as your cousin, gathering his belongings “I should go too.”
“It’s a surprise, don’t tell anyone.” Taeyong points a finger at you before waving goodbye.
“I’m not a snitch,” you say loud enough for him to hear you.
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You had to admit, the rest of your week went by quickly and nothing exciting happened. Except for one of your tutoring students. He was one of the exchange students Mrs. Park had warned you about. His language skills were still a bit rusty, but he was brilliant nevertheless.
Hendery Wong was so easygoing and fun to be with, that even boring tutoring sessions became bearable.
"So, you are telling me that I can’t use this structure here” he frowned and pointed at the same sentence for the third time “But in this other situation it is correct? It makes no sense!” he laughs and throws his pencil on the table.
“Hendery, you need to analyze the whole sentence. Pay attention to the syntax.”
“Y/N, you are a great tutor, but it’s been two hours and I’m starving.” he stopped you by placing his open palm in front of your face.
“You’re right, we should let this matter for the next session.” you started gathering your belongings while the guy next to you stood up.
“Do you wanna grab lunch together? But you are forbidden to talk about syntax or verb tenses.” you laughed at him and nod
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
“Great!”
Once you stood up and got ready to go, you realized the boy started giggling while looking at you.
“What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?” you asked, palming your cheeks and forehead.
“No, it’s just that I was thinking,” the boy opened a big smile and you can’t help but mirror his action “You are really pretty."
That stuck to your head in a way that even now, on your way back from your aunt’s house, Taeyong could pinpoint there was something on your mind. He was on the passenger seat, looking at you curiously, and you could feel his stare.
“Spill it,” you say without taking your eyes off the road.
“Oh? Nothing. Just thinking about how I haven’t seen you since Tuesday.” he hums to an unfamiliar song and you frown “You’ll drop me first, right?”
“Sure. I need to give Johnny’s car back since you don’t have your own.”
“You should be the one with a car, I don’t even have a license.”
You scoff and he turns the radio on. You lived too far from your campus, so bringing your car with you wasn’t an option and Taeyong, being the useless cousin you think he is, doesn’t know how to drive. Johnny is nice enough to lend you his car once in a while. Taeyong said he would only need the car at night, so he didn’t mind if you took it today. It was a relief because going to your Aunt’s by bus was hell.
“Since you’ll drop me first, do you want to spend the night? It will be late to go home by yourself.”
“It’s 6:45, Taeyong. I’ve walked back to the dorms later than that.”
“We’re having a movie night. Maybe you can finally convince us to watch High School Musical.” he lifts his eyebrows suggestively.
“You know I always lose, everyone hates it.”
“Not everyone,” he emphasizes, but you shrug.
“I'll stay if you buy us pizza.”
“Deal.”
The rest of the ride is quiet. Taeyong falls asleep and you turn off the radio to avoid getting too distracted by the music. You have a license, but it doesn’t mean you are a confident driver.
Around thirty minutes later, you park Johnny’s car and go inside the big house with your cousin. Yuta was sprawled on the couch, reading a book and a guy you knew as Jungwoo was sleeping on the armchair. You could hear faint sounds coming from upstairs and you guessed it was Mark playing guitar. Or maybe Donghyuck’s screams while playing games, you weren’t sure.
Taeyong guides you to the kitchen and you find Taeil eating a bowl of something you couldn’t really guess what it was.
“Hyung, that’s my cousin.” Taeyong gets closer to the boy and whispers “She is going to help us with operation Osaka.”
“If you want to keep it a secret, maybe you shouldn’t call it operation Osaka.” the eldest jokes and you nod in agreement.
“Isn’t it frustrating living with Taeyong? He is so slow sometimes.” you sigh and hand your phone to your cousin. “I’m getting hungry.”
Taeyong tricked you into thinking that there was a movie night previously arranged. He said, however, the nicest things are done unplanned, so he invited the others. Mark and Jungwoo were the first ones to refuse. The first has a date with his girlfriend and Jungwoo is probably just not feeling it. Yuta stayed on the couch reading his book, not minding any of you. Donghyuck probably didn’t even listen to Taeyong, too engrossed in his games. The only ones left were you, Taeil, your cousin, and Johnny, who said would stay for just a while.
“What about Jaehyun?” you asked, bringing the beer cans to the living room. The words left your mouth before you could realize the consequences. You saw Johnny and Taeyong smirking and Yuta taking his eyes off the book and staring at you. “I mean, the more, the merrier.”
“Jaehyunnie has been locked in his room since yesterday. He said something about a project.” Taeil was the one who answered you.
“We shouldn’t bother him, then,” you say handling Yuta a beer and drinking your own.
“Oh, cousin,” Johnny called, making you roll your eyes.
“I’m not your cousin, John-”
“Where were you on Friday?” he smiles at Taeyong and looks back at you.
“You usually have lunch with us,” Taeyong says and proceeds to sip his drink to hide his growing smile.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry about that! I had lunch with someone else.”
“We are aware,” Johnny says not-so-innocently. “A little bird told me you had lunch with Hendery Wong, the hot exchange student.”
“I seriously hate this little bird of yours,” you say motioning your body to look at the TV. “and he suggested we had lunch together only because I was tutoring him.”
“Having lunch with the students it’s not part of a tutor’s job.” Yuta says as he closes his book “Taeil hyung, stop scrolling and choose a movie already!”
“He was just being nice,” you mumble, but Taeyong hears it.
“First Jaehyun, now Hendery? Your standards are too high for your own good.” he whispers playfully and you hit his legs.
Once the three boxes of pizza were opened in front of you and the movie started playing, you let yourself relax on your spot on the floor. You felt your eyes flutter and slowly close. You weren’t a very energetic person, and the previous week seemed to have drained all of your energy. You woke up to someone poking your cheeks.
Johnny was already gone and Taeyong was sleeping beside you. Yuta and Taeil were the only ones paying attention to the movie. You turn your head to see Donghyuck smiling down at you while holding a plate with three slices of pizza.
“Oh, hey, Hyuck,” you say, adjusting yourself. “You can eat it if you want.”
“I ate it already. I’m offering you the opportunity of taking this upstairs and giving it to Jaehyun hyung,” he says placing the plate on your hands and making his way between you and Taeyong. “You should also take a beer or two with you.”
“Why don’t you take it?”
“Shhhh.” you hear an annoyed Yuta.
After exchanging glances and engaging in a silent fight with Donghyuck, you stand up and go straight to the kitchen to grab two cans of beer. Why were you listening to him? Why was your heart beating faster the closer you got to the staircase? What if Jaehyun was asleep? Or, maybe, he just wanted to be alone. You pondered if you should leave the food at his doorstep, knock the door, and run back to the living room.
But why were you so afraid to knock on a simple door? Because it was Jaehyun’s.
Even though he had acknowledged that you were friends and, now, you could manage to hold a proper conversation with him, you couldn’t help but stay very conscious about your own words and actions. What if Jaehyun realized you were actually very awkward and not interesting? Or worse, he could find out about your crush and distance himself from you. Then, all your efforts to build a friendship will be in vain.
You were overthinking about knocking a door. Jaehyun will make you go insane.
When you are about to knock, you see one of the doors in the hall opening and Jaehyun getting out. He looks taken aback at first by the sight of you in front of his door, trying to hold a plate and two cans of beer. But then, he smiles and reaches to grab the cans from your arms.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Taeyong invited me for a movie night.”
“And what about these?” he asks, lifting the beers and pointing his chin at the plate you were holding.
“Oh, these are for you. Taeil said you didn’t leave your room the whole day.”
“Yeah, I’m still fixing that project from Tuesday.” he moves to open his bedroom door and you glance at the amount of paper, glue, and materials you couldn’t even name. It was a mess. “I would invite you in, but I don’t think I can fit anyone else in here.”
“Oh my God, Jaehyun.” you widen your eyes and he feels his ears getting hot from embarrassment “Do you need help? I can start cleaning…”
“No, no, please,” the boy says, placing the beers somewhere and taking the plate of pizza off your hands “Go back to watch the movie.”
“You seriously need help.” you look around once again and then turn your gaze back at his face “Plus, the movie is not that fun.”
And that’s how you spend the next few hours with him. While he took a break to eat the things you brought, you started separating garbage from the things Jaehyun would actually use. Just by finishing that, he got back half of his room. Then, once the boy went back to the project, he gave you some little tasks like cutting some paper squares and handing him utensils. Jaehyun even made sure to explain to you what you were doing and talked about his project. Most of the time you just nodded in agreement, not really understanding what he said. What you did get was that the model he was building represented 40% of his grade. If you were him, you would be freaking out too.
“I had to rebuild the whole thing except for these details,” he says, pointing to one of the benches on your hand.
“And your group didn’t help with anything?” you ask, extending your open hand for him to get another tree.
“I wouldn’t let Naeun get close to this again. If she touches it, I might actually kill her.” Jaehyun mumbles while using tweezers to glue the tree on his project. He had his lips puckered, focusing on his task.
You stay silent for a moment, watching the boy cautiously finishing the details of his work. Now that you were focused on analyzing his figure, you perceived how tired Jaehyun must be. His tousled hair looked dirty and his eyes were adorned by eyebags and dark circles. You saw him yawning frequently and sometimes you could see him batting his eyelashes swiftly, to whisk away his sleepiness.
“Did you sleep last night?” you ask, giving him the last tree that was on your hand.
“Not really.”
“Shouldn’t you go to sleep, then?”
“I will once I finish my next assignment.” he says, motioning to grab a brush that was behind him “Don’t worry about me.”
“It’s hard not too when you look like a panda,” you answer and he smiles, but doesn’t answer. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘next assignment’?”
“I need to hand in an essay on Monday.” he mumbles, placing the last tree next to the main building of the model “But it’s almost ready, I just need to proofread it.”
“I can proofread it for you. Where is it?” you ask standing up and looking around.
“It’s fine, sit down.” he holds your hand and pulls it in his direction “You’ve helped a lot already.”
“The only thing I did was stare and hold some trees,” you say quietly, looking at his fingers holding your hands.
“You helped with the grass. The grass was important.” he smiles and pulls you with more strength now “Come on, sit down. You also helped me to not fall asleep, that’s important.”
“You know that you are too tired to proofread your essay properly, right?” you say sitting beside him again. “Plus, I’m one of the tutors of Academic Writing. Proofreading is what I do the most.”
“If I promise to go to sleep and finish my essay tomorrow, will you shut up?”
“Why can’t I proofread it for you?” you tilt your head to the side.
“You’re smarter than me, you’ll see my dumb mistakes,” he mutters and you smile at him.
“We all make dumb mistakes, Jaehyun.” you sigh and start gathering the unused utensils around you “Fine, at least let me help you organize this mess.”
Yuta is the one that comes and takes you out of your bubble. Jaehyun was giving his model the final touches while you were placing one of his books back to the shelf. The elder knocked on the door and entered before Jaehyun could answer it.
“Jae, are you- oh!” Yuta looks at you surprised “I didn’t know you were here. We thought you left before the movie ended.”
“She was helping me.” Jaehyun says without looking at his friend “Hyung, can you take the dishes downstairs for us, please?”
“Yeah…” the other boy exchanges glances between the both of you before leaving and kindly takes the plate and the two empty cans downstairs with him.
“You take your phone out of your pocket and surprise yourself with the time. “I should get going, it’s getting late.”
“How will you go back?” he asks standing up from his spot on the floor and stretching his arms.
“It’s only a 15-minute walk, I’m used to it.” Before you can reach the door, Jaehyun holds your arm and pulls you to his side.
“Look at the floor, you were about to step on the scissors.” he scolds you while you just stare at his facial features. How can he manage to look gorgeous and a complete mess at the same time? “Taeyong is going with you, right?”
“Taeyong is probably asleep by now.” you chuckle and try to avoid any other sharp utensil on the floor.
“You’re going home alone? At this time?” he follows you to the hall and stops at his door frame.
“What do you want me to do? Sleep here?” you question him playfully.
“Well, you slept here last week. I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed. Again.”
And then, you swear you see him smirking.
“Are you flirting with me?” you blurt out and pretend to sound uninterested.
“I might be.”
You feel your cheeks burning and avoid meeting his gaze.
“You are really shameless, aren’t you?”
“I was just kidding, silly.” he laughs and pats your head “I’m actually offering to walk you home.”
You quickly turn your head to meet his face. “No, I won’t accept your company.”
“Why?” he says putting a hand on his chest soundings genuinely offended “I was kidding, I’m not flirting with you-”
“I don’t know how to feel about this,” you mumble, quite offended this time “I guess I should say thank you?” you giggle and stop at the top of the staircase “I appreciate your offer, but you look really, really tired. Just go to sleep before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation.”
Instinctively, you cup his cheeks on your hands and look at him seriously “Please. Go. To. Sleep.” you take your hands out of his face, leaving Jaehyun’s cheeks numb and his ears, red.
“It’s dangerous for you to walk alone at night.” he stutters, a bit flustered from your sudden affectionate touch.
Before you realized, you were already on the ground floor. Donghyuck was cuddling Taeil, both asleep on the floor.
“And you’re suggesting you will protect me if something happens?” you whisper passing by the two of them in the living room “You can barely keep your eyes open. I’ll be more worried about you walking back here alone. No way.”
“I told you to stop worrying about me.” he gets closer to you just to hold the doorknob, stopping you from opening it.
“Then you shouldn’t worry about me either.” you take his hand from the handle and open it.
“You ladies keep complaining about the death of chivalry,” he says leaning on the door frame “but here you are, ignoring my attempts.”
“Oh, you’re such a gentleman.” you mock him and he shakes his head smiling. “Goodbye, Jaehyun.”
“Text me as soon as you get home,” he shouts to make sure you listen.
And you did. Your cheeks blushed at his words and you couldn’t dare to look back, but if you did, you would see Jaehyun standing still in front of the house, and only getting in once your figure was out of frame.
The boy has always admired you, even though you only small-talked before. He found you smart and it was funny watching you and Johnny bickering all the time. The morning you woke up beside him was clearly a shock. Jaehyun didn’t know you well enough to share a bed with you, but, somehow, he felt that was the beginning of your new friendship.
Once he got inside, he saw Donghyuck whining while Taeil pushed him away.
“Get off me, Donghyuck.”
“I’m gonna make some ramyeon, do you want it?” Jaehyun asks while walking past them.
The youngest stands up and follows Jaehyun to the kitchen. Taeil takes advantage of this and quickly goes to his room, not even saying goodbye to the other two.
“What happened upstairs?” the younger had a mischievous grin on his face.
Jaehyun prefers to ignore Donghyuck as he doesn’t understand the question. “Do you want ramyeon or not?”
“Yeah, put on a pack for me” he takes three packs from the cabinet and throws them on the kitchen counter while Jahyun fills a pan with water. “What happened after Y/N went upstairs to give you some food?”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m omniscient.” he uses a sarcastic tone, “I told her to take that to you, being the caring dongsaeng I am, obviously.”
“Your jokes are getting funnier each day.” Jaehyun deadpans and Donghyuck smiles. “Nothing happened.”
“I saw her leaving just now and it’s almost two…” the younger uses a suggestive tone, making Jaehyun roll his eyes.
“She was helping me with my project,” he answers simply, making the boy groan.
“That bitch is slow as fuck.” he mumbles and Jaehyun smiles.
“I talked to Johnny about it and, now, I’ll ask you too,” he says after getting three eggs from the fridge. “Stop putting her in uncomfortable situations. The other day, Johnny invited me to dinner and when I got there, she looked like she would collapse at any moment.”
“She spent four hours watching you cutting paper, do you think she really feels uncomfortable around you?” he shrugs and continues “Plus, you both seem to be a lot closer. Text me when you get home? You don’t even open our messages.”
Jaehyun’s ears start getting red while he faces the younger boy “How do you- Yah, Donghyuck, you shouldn’t be eavesdropping.”
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“Do you remember that project I did three weeks ago?” Jaehyun says excitedly.
Today was Friday, one of the only week-days you could see your friends - at least the ones who didn’t live with you or you didn’t share classes with. At the moment, Jiwoo is sitting next to you in the cafeteria, Johnny in front of her and Taeyong nowhere to be seen. Jaehyun appeared now, taking the other seat beside you.
“The one with the building and the trees?” you ask, taking a bite of your apple pie.
“He is an architecture student, every project involves buildings and trees” Johnny snickers and Jaehyun shows him his tongue.
“Not every project.” the boy takes a paper out of his bag and places it on the table, right beside you. “We got the grades today. It got 3.5 out of 4.” he flashes you a smile and you swallow your food harshly.
“That’s amazing!” you cheer on him, taking a closer look at the paper. “Is there any feedback about the grass? I was the one who made it,” you say the last part leaning on Jiwoo, who didn’t give you much attention.
“He didn’t mention the grass specifically,” Jaehyun smiles at how focused you were on the feedback note on your hand “But I can assure you it was exquisitely applied.”
“Wow, Jae’s using big words,” Taeyong appears behind you, greeting everyone and giving you a hug.
“You should celebrate it,” you say, giving his feedback note back.
“And what type of celebration would you recommend me, miss?” he playfully asks, stealing one of Taeyong’s fries without the older seeing.
“She will give you the WORST recommendations,” Jiwoo interferes before you even open your mouth “There is a professor that haunts Y/N and every assignment she finishes, her celebration is sleeping.”
“Or eating ice cream and then, sleeping,” Taeyong says with his mouth full of food.
“Last year, we went to the movie theater to celebrate the end of midterms and she slept before the movie had even started,” your roommate says, making everyone laugh.
“We’re going to the club tonight, Jae.” Johnny says and turns his head to Jiwoo “You’re coming, right?”
“I don’t know, I have to read some of Hendery’s notes and-” you start and Johnny interrupts you.
“Yeah, yeah, you rarely come. I was asking Jiwoo.”
You love seeing your friends happy, especially when, somehow, you are a part of it. However, since that double date - or friendly dinner, whatever helps you sleep at night - you couldn’t help but feel jealous. Your great friends were dating each other (they didn’t admit it yet, but it wasn’t really needed) and you couldn’t help but feel neglected. Jiwoo started to spend more time at Johnny’s than at your dorm, being considerate as you have already walked in when they were in a heavy make-out session.
“Yeah, sure,” she answers tucking her hair behind her ear. You gag on her action and she hits your shoulder.
“Movie theater is a good option though,” Jaehyun says bringing your attention back to him. “There are some new movies that seem nice.”
“Did you see they released a new one that’s based on a book?” you turn your whole body on the chair to face the boy beside you. “The book is so good. It’s a thriller and it’s narrated in the first person, so you only see the story from the character’s point of view. And, then, she starts going insane…”
“Is it that book you have been begging me to read?” Taeyong asks and you nod furiously.
“I really wanna watch this movie,” you add excitedly
“Let’s watch it then,” he suggests looking at you and smiles when he sees your blushing cheeks. “All of us, I mean. To celebrate my temporary freedom from that class.” he clears his throat and looks at the other at the table.
“I’m in, when do you wanna go?”
Taeyong asks, eating one of his fries. Johnny and Jiwoo simultaneously try to kick his ankle from under the table but end up kicking themselves instead.
“What about today after class? We can get the evening session,” he asks, watching your reaction from the corner of his eyes.
“I’ll have to get ready for the club, you know,,” Johnny says quickly and looks at Taeyong expectantly, but your cousin is still focused on his food.
“I have to run some errands too,” Jiwoo adds “But I’m sure Y/N is free. Her classes end at 3p.m!”
“I really wanted to,” you start and your frustrated tone gives away you’re not going to make it “but as I said, need to read some essays from the students and prepare some notes to help Hendery. Sorry.”
“You can do it during the weekend,” Jiwoo says, nudging your side.
“Stop hitting me!” you whisper to her.
“Well, I’m free.” Taeyong lifts his head and smiles at Jaehyun “We can go together, then.”
“Taeyong, won’t you come to the club with us tonight?” Johnny asks the other boy, giving him a knowing look.
“No, I told you they banned from that-” he grunts when Johnny successfully kicks his ankle from under the table. “Oh, right, yeah, I totally forgot about that. Sorry, I won’t make it.”
“Are you sure you can’t come, Y/N?” he asks you again and you feel Jiwoo elbowing your ribs once again.
“Stupid bitch, he’s asking you on a date,” she whispers and you silently ask her to stop.
“Guess I’ll celebrate at the club then. You should come too, at least for an hour.” he says poking your arm “You helped me finish it. It’s practically your project too.”
“If you don’t accept Jaehyun’s invitation right now,” Jiwoo leans to whisper in your ear, “I’ll lock our room and you’ll have to sleep on the hallway for the rest of the weekend.”
“I have the key too, you know,” you whisper back.
“I wanna see you try to open the door with the drawer blocking it.” She sits back and happily, goes back to talk to Johnny.
What if she was reading everything wrong? If Jaehyun wanted to go on a date, he would promptly ask you. Everyone knows how straightforward the boy can be. However, he invited everyone. You did want to say yes, but there were so many things to be done. Deep down, you knew it was just an excuse. You didn’t want to fool yourself into thinking that the boy’s invitation meant something more than just watching a movie. Still, he was your friend, how could you disappoint a friend who worked so hard and deserved to celebrate.
“I guess I can do my assignments tomorrow,” you lean closer to Jaehyun and say in a low tone “Let’s go to the movies.”
“Are you sure?” he questions furrowing his brows.
“Yes! Don’t worry.”
“Okay,” he nods and rubs your back. "Just don’t forget to text me when your last class is finished.”
“I will.”
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“How did you like it?” Jaehyun asked you on your way out to the theatre, his arms around your shoulders.
“It was fine,” you answer, slightly nervous by the sudden proximity.
Truthfully, you had a hard time focusing on the movie. How could you when your hands were constantly meeting when both of you went to grab a handful of popcorn or when he laid his head on your shoulder to take a short nap? It was especially hard to pay attention to the movie when he started playing with your hand that was on the armrest during the last twenty minutes.
“It was kinda boring,” he says, guiding you to the exit and adding a distance between both of you once you reach the street. “I didn’t feel the thrill at all.”
“Well, I did,” you mumble, thinking about everything that happened but the movie itself “I’m just disappointed by the fact that this has nothing to do with the book. Not even the plot is the same.”
“The movie was your idea and it was terrible.” he playfully nudges you and you gasp, pretending to be offended “I’m afraid of how tedious the book must be.”
“Well, we could have watched any other movie. You didn’t need to choose that one.”
“But you wanted to watch it.” he pouts and you can feel your heart pounding on your throat. “Anyways, it’s almost seven now. If you get ready fast enough, we can get a ride for the club.”
“And who says I’m going to the club?” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms around your chest.
“I am.” he takes your hand in his and hushes you to walk faster.
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“Yuta’s birthday is this Saturday, don’t forget.” Taeyong reminds you before hanging up.
How can you forget since this is all he has been talking about this week? You started to regret helping your cousin with the surprise party considering the amount of work you had on your hands. You should have seen this coming. You spent three peaceful weeks without any new responsibilities. Suddenly, all your professors decide to schedule assignments and exams for this week. You were on the verge of killing anyone who crossed your path until someone really did.
“You’ll get wrinkles if you don’t stop frowning,” Jaehyun said beside you.
“Where did you come from?” you asked, slightly annoying for getting startled by his sudden presence.
“I was laying down right there,” he pointed to the green area on your right side “when I saw you getting out of your class.”
“Don’t you have classes? How come you are always doing nothing when we meet on campus?” you adjusted the books that were on your arms and Jaehyun noticed.
“No, I don’t have classes,” he said, taking the books from your hold “I work my ass off on those projects because it’s fun. Why are you so irritable today? Where are you going?”
“Library, I need to return them,” you say without complaining and appreciating your friend’s gesture. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just exhausted,” you said under your breath, but Jaehyun listened and used his free arm to embrace your shoulders to bring you closer.
“You know you owe me, right?” he whispered close to your ear and smiled at your flustered state.
“Uh?” you turned your head to meet his face and held your breath when you saw he wasn’t many inches away from you.
Jaehyun suspected about your behavior even before you became friends. You weren’t the most subtle person in the world, so it didn’t take him long to realize you had a tiny crush on him and got embarrassed every time he got more physical or playfully flirted with you. He found it awfully cute when you gave him the same stunned expression you are wearing right now: lips parted, wide eyes, and hot cheeks.
“You owe me a movie date.”
“A what?” you said louder than necessary, avoiding his gaze, and he laughs.
“A movie day,” he corrected, chuckling while you sighed.
“I don’t owe you any date or whatever,” you mumbled taking his arms off your shoulders “Stop with the frat boy behavior, I don’t like it when you do this.”
“Do what?” he asked innocently, smiling when you scowled at him and resumed your walk to the library “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Plus, I am a frat boy.”
“I am aware of it,” you said in disdain. “Why would I owe you a movie day?”
“Don’t you remember that terrible movie we watched together last month? I deserve compensation,” he said reaching your side and placing his arms back on your shoulders.
“You were the one who insisted on paying for my tickets. Do you want me to pay you back?” you asked genuinely and Jaehyun shook his head quickly.
“What? No! Of course not, silly.” he took off his arm from your shoulder just to flick your forehead “I said you owe me a movie, not money.”
“So you wanna go out this week? I’m sorry I can’t-” you guessed and he shook his head again, stopping you.
“You can come over and we watch it together. A little bird told me…”
“What does that frat house of yours have with little birds? Oh my God you guys really love gossiping, don’t you?” you scoff, and Jaehyun laughs.
“Johnny told me you love High School Musical.”
“Yeah, it’s a childhood classic.”
“Me too.” you swiftly turned your head to him as you heard him say “I like High School Musical too. Let’s watch it on Friday.”
“Are you kidding me?” you asked in disbelief.
“I’m not. You can come over after you finish your assignments. A High School Musical marathon will be waiting for you.” Jaehyun slowed down his pace as he saw the library entrance “You can’t say no, you owe me.”
And that’s how you ended up in Jaehyun’s bedroom on a Friday night.
He is currently in the kitchen getting popcorn and drinks ready while you are preparing the room for the High School Musical marathon. You place Jaehyun’s laptop on the bedside table and search for some blankets to cover the bedroom floor. You spent three whole days wondering if it was really a good idea to come over and watch movies with Jaehyun. You knew it wasn’t good for your heart, especially when you were already falling for him - for nobody’s surprise.
You have to keep reminding yourself that you are just friends and you should be happy about it. Being friends it’s better than strangers, isn’t it? But there is something strangely familiar with the way he places his arms around your shoulders and invites you over, on a Friday night, just to watch childish movies. There is a knock on the door and you stand up to open it, thinking that it must be Jaehyun with his hands full, but you see your cousin.
“Hey, Jae- pumpkin?” Taeyong tilts his head to the side looking puzzled “I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, Jaehyun invited me to watch the High School Musical movies with him.” you shrug. “Do you wanna come in? There’s space for you.”
“Oh, no, no. I was just- nevermind.” Taeyong was about to joke about how you too seemed like a couple, but he decides that it’s better if you keep your good mood. “The boys are going out to celebrate Yuta’s birthday.” he finishes and you frown.
“But the party…” you whisper and he chuckles.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s kind of our tradition to celebrate our birthdays the day before too. Hyuck calls it a farewell party.”
“Did you tell them about tomorrow?”
“Not yet. I’ll tell them in the morning,” he says and rubs his hands on his back pockets
“Aren’t you going with them?”
“No, I have to stop you and Jaehyun from doing funny business,” he lets out and you hit his shoulder “Stop hitting me! I’m kidding. Doyoung is arriving late at night so I’ll stay to help him sneak in.”
“Won’t they suspect it?”
“Don’t worry, I’m a good actor,” he says patting your head “Well, enjoy your date.”
“This is not a date!” you scream as he goes away, leaving you alone.
Downstairs, Mark, Johnny, Donghyuck, and Yuta are seated in the living room, waiting for Taeil. Taeyong glances at the kitchen and sees Jaehyun too engrossed in his task, so he takes it as an opportunity and runs to his friends.
“Do you know who’s upstairs?” he whispers sitting beside Johnny.
“Taeil hyung?” Mark questions and Donghyuck slaps the back of his neck.
“Y/N.”
The two younger guys gasp and Yuta takes his eyes off his phone screen, paying attention to his friends.
“That asshole said he had an important arrangement,” Yuta whispers in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you lied too, Taeyong.”
“I’m telling you the truth! I really need to finish an important report.” he lies “This upcoming week is being so hectic. I’m really sorry, Yuta.”
“The boy’s getting his dick wet, I would say it is very important,” Johnny giggles and Taeyong makes a face.
“She’s my cousin, man.”
“I doubt it.” Donghyuck speaks up “I bet 10 bucks nothing will happen. That chick is dumb.”
“Yo, I think Jaehyun hyung will take it to the next level” Mark replies back.
“Make it 15,” Yuta intervenes “He’ll get some tonight.”
“20 on Hyuck,” Johnny says “He will kiss her, she will freak out and won’t look at his face for the next three weeks.”
“How much are you betting, Mark?” Donghyuck asks the older and Taeyong stands up to flick the youngest’s forehead.
“Stop betting on my cousin’s sex life.”
They hear a thud is coming from upstairs and everyone looks up. A faint “are you okay?” is heard and several seconds later, Taeil is in the living room with the others.
“Yah, Taeyong, why was your cousin climbing on Jaehyun’s closet?” the oldest says chuckling. “She fell, but I think she’s fine.”
“I told you, she’s dumb” Donghyuck mocks.
A few minutes later, everyone is gone and the only ones in the house are Taeyong, you, and Jaehyun. Differently from you, the latter doesn’t even spare a glance at Taeyong when he asks if he could join your movie night. The younger just grins and sends him a middle finger.
Different from what his roommates expected, Jaehyun planned this movie night with absolutely no other intention rather than spending some quality time with you. He saw your distressed state and it hurt him to know he could do nothing to help you with your exams. The least he could do was try to comfort you with food, as a good friend would.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” he asks, placing the popcorn bucket and the drinks on his writing desk and going straight to your direction. You are standing on his swivel chair, on your toes, trying to reach the comforter that was on the top shelf of his closet.
“I’m… almost…” you touch the cloth at the same time Jaehyun holds your waist. His hands were gripping your sides, securing you in place.
“Get this before you fall.” the boy warns you, squeezing you gently.
“I already fell.” you pull the comforter and it hits the ground. Jaehyun extends his hand for you to take it. “Taeil helped me, though.”
“Did you get hurt?” he holds your face in his hands, looking at you attentively and it doesn’t fail to make you flustered.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” you push his hands, avoiding his gaze. “Let’s start!”
Both of you sit down against the bed and you press play on the movie. Once the movie started, you could feel your heart getting warmer, memories from your childhood days flooding your mind as you still remembered some of the characters’ lines and, mostly, all the songs lyrics. You refrain yourself from singing the first three songs, embarrassed by Jaehyun’s presence, but once you hit the middle of the first movie, both of you were already making duos and you even stand up to perform ‘When There Was Me and You” making Jaehyun cackle as you use one of his middle school pictures as a fake Troy Bolton poster.
You wake up against Jaehyun’s chest feeling your back sore from the position. Your butt is numb and your legs were tangled in his. The boy has one arm around your body while the other is resting on your thigh. The laptop screen is black and you guess it has turned off. You lift your head to find Jaehyun’s head hanging back, resting on the bed’s mattress. It will certainly cause him a stiff neck. You smoothly remove yourself from his hold and stretch out as you stand up. You place the empty popcorn bucket on Jaehyun’s desk and close his laptop. You couldn’t find your phone, but from his window, you could see it was really dark outside. You had to go back to your dorm, but you couldn’t leave your friend laying down like that.
“Jaehyun,” you whisper “Jae, wake up.” you poke his face. “You’ll get hurt if you keep sleeping in this position.”
Your hands find his hair and softly pats his head. Jaehyun was warm, soft, and smelled so good.
“Jae, wake up, I can’t carry you to bed.” You keep moving one of your hands against his hair while the other is caressing his face until you see his eyes fluttering open. He groans as he moves his neck and you smile softly.
“What time is it, babe?” his husky voice and the sudden nickname catch you off guard.
“Uh… It’s late.” you answer moving away from him “I just woke you up to tell you to go to bed. You’ll hurt your neck.”
“Are you leaving?” he asks with his eyes barely open.
“Yeah, I need to go. You can keep sleeping, though.”
You start standing up and searching for your shoes, but Jaehyun presses himself against your back, enveloping you in a hug.
“No, don’t go. It’s dangerous,” he whispers in your ears and rests his forehead on the crook of your neck, making you freeze.
“I need to go,” you try to take his arms off you, only for him to hold you tighter. “Jaehyun, stop,” you use your most serious tone, but he pretends not to listen. “You’re such a child.”
“Stay the night. I’m too tired to walk you back to your dorm” he lifts his head to look at your side profile “and I won’t let you go alone.”
“I’ve walked alone so many times before…” you mumble and he buries his face on your neck again.
“Now you have me, you don’t have to walk alone again.”
You feel your heart beating faster at his words. If you weren’t already nervous enough with his sudden physical affection, his words completed the job of making your heart rate skyrocket. You keep on the silent battle to try to free yourself from his grasp and you feel him smirking against your skin.
“You know I’m stronger, babe.” There it goes, the damn nickname again.
“Fine, fine.” you give in, not bearing the current situation anymore “If it means you’ll let go of me, I’ll stay.”
He instantly releases you and pats your head. You start gathering your belongings, finding your purse and your shoes, but still looking for your phone.
“I’ll find it tomorrow,” you say to yourself and look at Jaehyun getting some clothes from his closet “Well, goodnight, then” you raise your hand and wave goodbye, but he catches your arm before you can turn to leave.
“Where are you going? You said you’re staying,” he asks genuinely confused.
“To Taeyong’s bedroom,” you answer as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
“That’s- why-” he frowns and gets closer to you “That’s not what I meant when I asked for you to stay.”
“What do you-”
“I asked you to sleep here.”
“Yeah, Jaehyun, I heard it. I’m staying in the house tonight.”
“With me.”
You gulp at his words. You definitely don’t like this game he was playing with you. You could bear the daily messages and the playful pickup lines, but this was going over the line. Why does he always insist on walking you to your dorm or buy two cupcakes at the cafeteria just to give you one because he knows it’s your favorite? Why invite you to watch childish movies with you on a Friday night when he can just go out with his friends and have fun? Why is he always giving you sudden hugs or holding your hands? Why would he call you ‘babe’? Does he know you like him? Is he trying to prove a point? You aren’t sure what this is, but you are seriously afraid of getting hurt.
“Sleep here with me. We shared a bed before, I don’t mind doing it again,” he continues, bringing your attention back to him.
“I asked you to stop doing this,” you pull your arm from his hold and walk two steps back.
“I’m not doing anything-”
“This behavior. Stop acting like this.” you repeat raising your voice a little bit “Quit playing with me.”
“What are you saying? I’m not playing with you!” he reaches for your hand again, but you deflect.
“Stop flirting with people if you don’t mean it.”
Your voice is stern and you see Jaehyun adjusting his posture.
“Who says I’m flirting with you?” he regrets what he said as soon as he sees your disappointed expression.
Why would you feel disappointed when this is exactly the answer you were expecting? It wasn’t the answer you wanted, though, and deep down you knew it. Your anger leaves your body as sadness takes over, but you manage to smile.
“I’m glad I haven’t misread your actions then. We’re just good friends.”
Jaehyun doesn’t understand why his heart clenched at your words. They were completely true: you were nothing but good friends. He doesn’t have any feelings beyond friendship towards you. Or does he?
“Just don’t go bother your cousin, he must be asleep,”  he clears his throat and hands you a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom’s cabinet, you can get it.”
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You were thankful for being able to talk to Jaehyun like the conversation from the night before didn’t happen. You woke up alone on his bed. He was folding the blankets you left on the floor last night and flashed you a smile when he saw you awake. You realized the awkwardness was gone when he started cracking jokes with you. Jaehyun was treating you the same as before and you decided to forget about the conversation you had the night before.  It was like a silent agreement to not mention the sexual tension that both of you decided to ignore.
Once you went downstairs, you had an eventful breakfast though. Both of you found out your friends made a bet on your sexual life. Mark and Yuta believed you would have sex while Johnny and Haechan believed you were too shy to try something with Jaehyun. You were sure your cousin was in the middle of this, even though no one mentioned his name. Taeyong stayed too quiet during the whole breakfast for your liking. Jaehyun almost killed Donghyuck and Mark but said nothing to Johnny or Yuta because he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against the older ones.
You went back to your dorm to change your clothes and get all of the things for the party Taeyong was hiding from Yuta. The rest of the day went smoothly once all of the boys were warned about the surprise party. The plan was to keep Yuta away until you guys got everything ready by the evening. You went back to their house with Jiwoo, who was glad to help Taeyong and Donghyuck decorating the house while you, Taeil, and Doyoung were preparing the food.
Donghyuck was sulking the entire time for not being warned beforehand about the party, calling your decoration plain and boring. After you found out it was him who started the whole bet thing, you just wanted to kick his face. However, you decided to do it after Yuta’s birthday, just to avoid a commotion.
One of Yuta’s great friends, Sicheng, was, indeed, coming for his birthday and everyone was really excited for his reaction. Even though he could only spend this weekend with his friend.
“He was supposed to arrive with me,” Doyoung explains to you “I was going to drive to the airport and bring him here with me, but his flight got delayed so he will arrive at 1 pm.”
“And he will leave on Sunday?” you ask, handing him the spatula.
“Unfortunately.”
“He said to me he has exams on Tuesday,” Taeil completes “ And his birthday is two days after Yuta’s, he probably wants to spend it with his family.”
“Well, I hope he can at least enjoy his time around.”
The party was supposed to start at 5 pm, so everyone was running against the clock. At 1, Doyoung left you and Taeil in the kitchen to go pick up Sicheng at the airport and by 4, everything was ready, the guests arriving for the party. Taeyong, being the one of the only ones with a suite, kindly let you and Jiwoo use his room to get ready. Your roommate brought both of your clothes with her, and you had to admit you should have expected her to choose something you wouldn’t like.
“I just asked you to grab pants and a shirt!” you complain to her with your clothes in hand.
“And I did!” she uses her mascara to point at you “You act like those clothes aren’t yours. I took them from your drawers!”
“I know they are mine but-”
“No buts,” she gets out of Taeyong’s bathroom to face you. “I’m tired of watching you wearing rags when you have nice clothes. This is a party, woman, you need to show what you came here for.”
“I know, I just- This is…” you look at the skinny pants on your hands, different from the ones you’re used to wearing “so tight. I’ll get all…”
“All the attention, because it will hug you in all the right places. Come on” she whines and you smile at her. She was right.
You were so used to puttin on the same set of jeans and loose t-shirts everyday. You deserved to look good once in a while. Although your bottom was tight, your friends chose a loose long sleeve shirt for you to use, which you silently thanked her for. The weather was starting to get chilly, and you are the type who gets cold easily.
When you were both ready, you went downstairs to see a considerable number of people. Yuta seemed to be really popular in University. It isn’t really shocking though, since it is known how kind and polite the boy is.
When Yuta arrives, everyone screams ‘surprise!’ and starts singing the happy birthday song, he freezes. It takes him a moment to absorb the whole situation, especially when he sees Doyoung and Sicheng holding his cake.
“I wanted to make something special because it’s your last year,” Taeyong says hugging the guy “I know you will graduate soon, so I want you to miss us when you’re gone.”
“Thank you so much, guys!” he says after blowing the candles. “OH, WAIT. Can we light up some other candles? Winwin’s birthday is in two days, let’s sing for him too!”
That is how you spend the evening. It’s different from what you are used to when it comes to parties and this frat house. Not only the time of the day, but everything seems impersonal, cold. Now, watching these boys hanging out together, you start to understand why your cousin loves them so much: they are his family.
If the atmosphere is different, their craziness is the same. You were trying to hold a proper conversation with Mark’s girlfriend, Doyoung and Jungwoo when Donghyuck dragged you to one of his drinking games. He makes sure that you never win so you can take enough shots of vodka to make you feel dizzy.
When you are trying to sober up by eating some of the cupcakes you baked a couple of hours before, it’s Jiwoo’s time to drag you out of the kitchen and place you in a circle in the living room. With both of your hands occupied and your mouth full of icing, you watch Johnny putting on a show just to officially ask your roommate to be his girlfriend. Everyone cheered loudly for them, you including. You are glad that your friends found each other, even though it also means that now they will do everything together, including annoying you.
You are still a little bit too happy when Jaehyun comes to you and hands you a bottle of beer. You haven’t talked to him until then, but it wasn’t like you were avoiding him. Actually, you were preventing yourself from being teased by your friends.
“Wow you look…” he stops for a moment to check you out while sipping his drink.
“What? Too much, right?” you ask, starting to feel self-conscious. "I told Jiwoo…”
“No, your pants look great on you.” he stops you by pointing at you “I was just trying to find the right words. I don’t want to sound like a frat boy, since you keep asking me not to.”
You lower your head and lean on the kitchen counter. So he didn’t forget the previous night conversation.
“I was gonna say that you look hot as fuck,” you can see Jaehyun’s shoes touching yours, warning you that it would be dangerous to look up “and that I was ready to risk our friendship just to make out with you right now.”
You look up and instantly regret your action once you see him up close. Jaehyun traps you between his body and the counter. You feel your heart on your throat and something tingles inside you. You lock eyes with Jaehyun who doesn’t seem to notice your nervousness because he, himself, was dealing with his. Why did he suddenly feel the urge to make a move on you? You are his friend. But friends are not supposed to think about the other in the same way he was thinking about you right now. All he wanted was to kiss you in a way friends should do. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to do things to you that friends definitely shouldn’t do.
“Jaehyun…” the way you whisper his name, so close to his lips, makes him want to kiss you so badly. “I asked you to stop.”
“I’m not doing anything.” he whispers back with his body over yours while looking at your lips.
“I don’t like this game.”
“Good, because I’m not playing.”
You will blame the alcohol later, right now, you are too busy feeling Jaehyun against your lips. He had one hand on the counter behind you while the other circled your waist, bringing you impossibly close to his body. You took no time to place one hand on his neck and the other on his shoulder, helping you to keep your balance. He gently grazes his tongue on your lower lip, asking for permission, and once you grant it, the kiss becomes way rougher than you expected. Jaehyun tastes like beer and cupcakes, bitter and sweet. You smile at the thought of him eating the cupcakes you put so much effort on. His hand that was on your waist, goes down to your lower back at the same time you put both of your arms around his neck and bring him closer. He takes a few steps back, separating you from the counter, just to bring his other hand to your butt, and smirking right after giving it a light squeeze.
He lowers both of his hands to the back of your thighs, suggesting that he wanted to lift you up. Once you lock your legs on his waist, he walks back to the counter, placing you there and staying between your legs. You were feeling hot like you’ve never felt before. Your fingers find their way on the back of his neck, pulling a few strands of hair making him hum in satisfaction.
When you break the kiss, filling your lungs with air, Jaehyun quickly places his lips to your jaw and then your neck. He bites your ear lobe and leaves a trail of wet kisses up to your collarbones. You bring your body closer to him as you feel his lips find a particular sensitive part of your neck. He keeps one of his hands on your lower back while the other massages your thigh.
When Jaehyun tries to find your lips again, you place your lips on his neck, leaving light marks all over it. You feel him tightening his grip on you as your teeth graze his sensitive skin and you smile. When you unconsciously grind your hips against him, the boy feels the urge to rip your clothes off right and then, until your eyes meet again.
Jaehyun looks at your eyes and suddenly he feels his heart clench. He couldn’t be rough with you, he didn’t want to. His heart was beating insanely faster when your lips met for the second time. He slowed down your rhythm, and now, kissing you gently and lovingly, he could properly feel you. Feeling your soft lips against his and your fingers caressing his neck. He could stay like that forever, but forever is a long time to ask for in this house.
Donghyuck enters the kitchen and doesn’t even try to be subtle:
“WOAH, TAEYONG HYUNG, YOUR COUSIN AND JAEHYUN ARE MAKING BABIES IN THE KITCHEN.”
If you wanted to kick his face before, now you were ready to kill him. You quickly detach yourself from Jaehyun’s hold, get off the counter and before leaving the room, you hear Jaehyun say:
“Lee Donghyuck, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
In the living room, no one really seemed to care about the information that your younger friend had just screamed. Only Jiwoo and Taeyong looked at you suspiciously, but you shrug and sit down by his side.
“I’m leaving in five.”
“Why? We’re going to the club after this,” he asks, placing an arm around your shoulder “Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” he raises his eyebrows suggestively before laughing at you.
“I just won't go right now because I don’t want people thinking I’m running away from Jaehyun.”
“You are, though.”
“Yes, I am.”
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In the following week, there was no trace of Jaehyun in your life. Your friends were kind enough to not mention what Hyuck had witnessed in their kitchen and you thanked them for that. On Monday, after your Spanish class, the ones who walked you back to your dorm were Johnny and Jiwoo.
You didn’t know how to feel. You missed Jaehyun, a lot. He became part of your routine and not getting any messages from him or not being able to see his smile every day was making you frustrated. At the same time, you were scared of what that kiss in his kitchen meant. Was it the end of your friendship?
It was getting annoying, to say the least. Your mind would often replay the scenes you were trying too hard to forget in the most inconvenient moments. On Tuesday, one of the students had to call your attention because you spent two whole minutes staring at their assignment instead of actually correcting it.
Only on Wednesday, your routine changed a little bit. You had woken up late, almost missing your first class. Then, Mr. Choi finished the class ten minutes later than usual, making you sprint towards the main building to get to the study room as fast as you could since Lucas would be already waiting for you.
Once you entered the main hall and one of the employees scolded you for running inside the building, you started to walk fast, just to bump into the person you were expecting to meet. You as you lose balance, the books and your phone, that were on your hands, fall to the ground. Hendery was fast enough to hold you by your shoulder, helping you to stand up properly.
“Whoa, I guess you’re falling for me, uh?!” he says mischievously and you laugh.
“I almost fell because of you, not for you,” you answer and he grins. “I’m sorry, Mr. Choi took longer than expected, so I had to run and-”
“It’s okay,” he adds playfully “but you had to make up for me. For waiting, you know.”
“Oh, of course!” you nod and start guiding Hendery to the study room “I’ll stay as long as you need to-”
“I meant we can have lunch together, if you don’t mind,” Hendery reaches for your left arm, indicating you to face him.
“Oh,” you exclaim, holding the doorknob “Well if you insist, we can have lunch together.”
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Taeyong gets startled when a backpack is thrown beside him, and a tray full of food is placed on the table with unnecessary strength. Johnny and Jiwoo stopped their forks midway, all eyes were focused on Jaehyun’s distressed face.
“What?” he asks, sounding ruder than he intended.
“We should be the one asking you what’s going on,” Johnny says before putting a big slice of watermelon inside his mouth.
“I brought watermelons. Do you want some?” Jiwoo slides one of the bowls in Jaehyun’s direction but he refuses it.
“I’m fine.”
“Who annoyed you?” Taeyong asks, carefully stealing one of Johnny’s watermelons and receiving a glare from the other guy.
“It’s nothing,” he mumbles and starts eating the food that was on his tray.
“Isn’t Y/N eating with us?” Jaehyun hears Johnny asking his girlfriend and starts sulking even more.
Jaehyun was sitting with a group of his classmates in the building’s lounge, discussing the next assignment while they waited for their next class. He smiled when he spotted your small figure walking fast around the building, but immediately frowned when he saw you colliding with a male figure. “Jaehyun, what do you think?” one of his classmates called his attention. “Uh?” he asked without taking his eyes off you. “We can start the project on Monday. What do you think?” The guy repeated but Jaehyun didn’t pay attention, too focused on the way the tall guy held your shoulders. “Whoa, I guess you’re falling for me, uh?!” He heard the guy and rolled his eyes at the cheesy pickup line. “Yeah, yeah, sure,” he answered and kept staring at you. When you were about to turn left and enter the study room, the tall guy quickly held your arm and said something to you, which surprised you, Jaehyun assumed by the expression on your face. "Well, if you insist, we can have lunch together.” Now, it was Jaehyun’s turn to be left surprised as he catches what you said. What really made his blood boil is the way the tall guy flashed you a flirty smile and the way you mirrored it. Once both of you entered the study room, he instantly stood up, but his knee hit the coffee table in front of him and spilled water in one of his friends. “What the hell, Jae?” Naeun exclaims, looking at the boy and then follows his gaze. “Sorry, Naeun.” he looks at his friend and helps her gather her things “I wasn’t paying attention.” “What were you thinking?” another classmate sighs and Jaehyun takes a quick glance at the closed door. “Don’t you guys think we should discuss this project in the study room?” He suggests holding his backpack and motioning to the door you had just entered, only to be ignored by the others.
“I’m not sure, she usually messages me about lunch,” Jiwoo says, checking her phone.
“I guess she will be busy,” Jaehyun says, not looking at the others at the table “With that guy, Hendery.”
“Oh, did you see them again? Why are you always the one coming across them?” Taeyong chuckles and pat the boy’s back.
“That’s why you are so annoyed then.” Jiwoo nudges her boyfriend “Yesterday, she told me she misses you, Jaehyun.”
“Apparently, Jiwoo and I bother her a lot when we walk her back to the dorms,” Johnny completes.
The boy doesn’t lift his head from the food, pretending not to listen. But he did, and it kills him to know it because he feels the same. Jaehyun didn’t reach out and he assumed that it was his fault. In his defense, he just wants to give you some space, some time to forget about what you did in Yuta’s party. He felt bad because he knows about the way you feel about him and he never, in a million years, wanted to use your feelings like that. Saying that he is just your friend just to kiss you and raise your expectations when he wasn’t even sure about his feelings was definitely a terrible idea. He wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to talk to him again.
“I was kind of a dick,” he mumbles, and Taeyong sighs. “I know she likes me more than just a friend and I didn’t want to give her hopes when I’m not even sure how I feel. I was drunk, that was stupid of me. She must hate me.”
“I’ve heard the drunk excuse once,” Taeyong whispers, and Johnny holds back his laughter.
“Drunk actions are sober thoughts,” Johnny says.
“You have a steamy makeout session with your friends and you say you don’t know how you feel?” Jiwoo asks, using her fork to tap on his tray, calling his attention to her “Yeah, it must be SO hard to figure out how you feel.“ she huffs in annoyance “You are the densest person I know.”
“Y/N is your friend too,” Taeyong adds.
“She is another d, she is dumb,” the girl replies “At least she knows her feelings.”
“Well, sue me for wanting to give her time and space,” Jahyun retorts and before he can resume his lunch, Taeyong grabs the back of his neck.
“Don’t use her feelings as an excuse. We both know you are the one who wants time and space.”
They leave the boy alone, all of them going to their respective classes, but not too long after, he gets a message from Johnny.
[john - 1:46 p.m]: spanish finishes 30 minutes earlier today
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To say you were surprised to see Jaehyun waiting for you outside your classroom was an understatement. At first, you didn’t see him. Then, you thought you were hallucinating. It was only when he smiled and pulled you into a hug that you felt it was real. Your cheeks were burning while he held you way too tight.
“Sorry for not walking you home this week,” he says with his head buried in your hair “I was… busy.”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to walk me home,” you reply, breaking your hug and you almost miss the slightly frustrated expression on his face. Almost.
“But you know I want to.”
You are glad that he decides to not mention that eventful evening. You know that, at some point, it can come back on you and mess your whole relationship, but, right now, all you cared about was Jaehyun’s happy smile while talking to you about the mess Mark made on the club on Saturday and how much fun they had with Sicheng.
Both of you were walking slowly, just appreciating each other’s presence and talking about anything that came to your mind at the moment. Once you arrive at your building, ten minutes later than normal, Jaehyun stops you from entering the building.
“I want to apologize for -”
“It’s okay.” you don’t let him finish. Listening to him apologizing for kissing you it will hurt more than pretending it never happened.
“But you didn’t let me finish,” he insists, but you shake your head.
“I know what you’ll say. It’s alright. I forgive you.”
“Y/N-”
"Jaehyun, don’t,” your voice is stern and he chuckles, raising his arm in defense.
“Alright. Then let me take you to the arcade on Friday after class,” he says, his ears getting red as he does “Remember you said you wanted to go there? Let’s go together. It’s my official apology.”
“I said I forgive you, you don’t need to-”
“This is my official apology, you need to come so I can be officially forgiven,” he smirks and you laugh. He was always so smooth to get what he wanted. “Then we can go to the party.”
“What party?” you frown in confusion.
“Our party, this Friday. You need to come,” you groan in annoyance and let your head fall back “Come on, I’m sure Jiwoo is coming too.”
“She will just spend the whole night with Johnny,” you plead him with your eyes.
“Then you can spend it with me.”
And when Friday came, you realized you can’t say no to Jaehyun.
You had an amazing time at the arcade. Even though you only arrived there around four, because of your classes, Jaehyun made sure to show you his favorite games and you even managed to win him sometimes - he will never admit that though, he will insist that he went easy on you. When it was around seven both of you decided to go back, since, now, he finally convinced you to go to the party.
Despite your protests, Jaehyun walked you back to your dorm and gave you one hour to get ready, saying that you shouldn’t be late. You get to your room with a silly smile on your face and spot Jiwoo starting to apply her makeup, but she doesn’t notice you coming in. You notice a dark red dress resting on her bed. It had an insufficient amount of cloth to cover her body on a chilly night like this, but maybe she wouldn’t need to worry about cold weather inside a house full of people dancing.
“I see that you are ready to kill Johnny tonight,” you say loudly, startling her.
“You do this on purpose, don’t you?” she looks at you and rolls her eyes when she looks at your innocent face “Do you like it?” she points at her dress and you nod, “I think Johnny will like it too.”
“Gross,” you joke and she shows you her tongue
“How was your date?”
“It wasn’t a date.” you start humming the first song that’s in your head “Do you think I will look too ugly wearing this?” you ask by placing one of your blouses in front of you.
“Why? Where are you going?” Jiwoo doesn’t spare you a glance.
“To the party,” you place the blouse back into the drawer and take one of your favorite t-shirts instead, “Jaehyun told me I had one hour to get ready,” you mumble the last part and the other girl stops everything and slowly turns her body to face you.
“You can’t be serious right now!” a grin adorned her face while she looked at you holding an eyelash extension. “You are so in love with each other.”
“No, we are not. We are just friends,” you state matter-of-factly “He just said I should have some fun and ended up convincing me to go to the party.”
“You say as if it’s easy to convince you to go to frat parties,” she turns back to finish her makeup. “If you give me fifteen minutes, I’ll help you get ready.”
“There’s no need for that, don’t worry.”
“Yes, there is. Go take your shower. Go, go.”
You sigh and make your way to the bathroom. If you were fast enough, you could avoid Jiwoo and the makeover you were sure she was planning. Every time you go to an event together, she makes sure to doll you up. Suddenly, flashes from last Saturday cross your mind. You definitely shouldn’t let her choose your outfit again. The last time didn’t go well.
After showering and washing your hair, you see your phone light up and Jaehyun’s face illustrating the screen. You hung up the call to finish drying your hair, but he insisted another five times before starting messaging.
[Jae - 8:14pm]: do u hate me???
[Jae - 8:14pm]: pick up the phone
[Jae - 8:15pm]: y/n
[Jae - 8:15pm]: if u don’t pick up imma be sad
[Jae - 8:15pm]: :/
[Jae - 8:26pm]: are u ignoring me????
[Jae - 8:28pm]: talk to me
[Jae - 8:28pm]: plssss
[Jae - 8:29pm]: i know u r reading my messages
[You - 8:30pm]: omg
[You - 8:30pm]: u are so annoying
[You - 8:31pm]: i was taking a shower
[You - 8:31pm]: do you want me to be dirty????
[You - 8:31pm]: what do u want?
[Jae - 8:32pm]: i forgive you then
[Jae - 8:32pm]: r u ready?
[You - 8:33pm]: almost? i need to hurry up
[You - 8:33pm]: jiwoo must be ready
[You - 8:34pm]: and i’m going with her
[Jae - 8:34pm]: nooo :(
[You - 8:34pm]: ??
[Jae - 8:35pm]: i’m waiting for you outside
[Jae - 8:35pm]: walk with me instead
You stare at your screen for some seconds before thinking of a reply. Why did Jaehyun come all the way to your dorm to pick you up? Is he insane? Is he trying purposefully making you fall for him just to crush your heart later? Is that the reason why he gave you one hour to get ready? He barely waited thirty minutes, though.
[You - 8:36pm]: ok..
[You - 8:36pm]: i’ll be down in 5
You run back to your room and throw everything on your bed, not caring about the mess. Jiwoo is finishing her hair and was almost ready to put on her shoes. You throw the wet towel that was in your hair on the floor and take the first pair of shoes you find.
“If you are rushing just to avoid me, forget it. You’ll only leave this room once you look presentable to a party. Look at you!” she scoffs but you barely listen to her
“No, not now. I need to go,” you pant and grab the first lipstick you found “Jaehyun’s downstairs.”
“HE WHAT?” she shouts and screams incoherent words afterward. You were sure the whole floor had heard her. “YOU CAN’T MEET HIM LOOKING LIKE A WET DOG. YOU HAVEN’T EVEN DRIED YOUR HAIR PROPERLY!”
“Stop screaming!!” you plead and try to find a hairbrush “It will dry naturally.”
“NATURALLY?” Abigail punches the wall behind Jiwoo but she doesn’t seem to notice or care about it “Come on, if you don’t want to change your outfit, at least let me dry your hair.”
“He has been waiting outside for a while now.”
“It won’t kill him to wait another fifteen minutes.” she grabs the hairdryer and goes to your direction, but you deflect “It’s either the hair or the outfit. You will have to change SOMETHING.”
You know how stubborn your friend can be, so you just drop the matter without fighting and let her do her thing. While you use the hairdryer, she chooses something from your drawers, while threatening to lock you out of your shared room if you don’t wear her outfit.
You regret not running away while you could when she hands you the same black skinny jeans from last time. You should have burned it last week. She chooses a crop top that was probably hers and throws your favorite denim jacket at you.
“Just so you won’t complain about being cold.”
You rush to get to the front of the building as fast as possible, just to find Jaehyun leaning his back against the lamppost. You can’t deny your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He is there, waiting for you. His head is hung low, eyes fixed on his phone. Jaehyun had the same outfit from the first time you met him at your first frat party: long-sleeved black shirt and black skinny jeans, looking just as good as the first time.
“Sorry, I’m late. It’s Jiwoo’s fault,” you say once you’re next to him.
His eyes scan your body up and down and you see a faint smirk on his face. “I like your jeans,” he adds suggestively.
“I hope I won’t feel cold, Jiwoo chose this crop top to wear at night!” you say to yourself, not realizing what the boy has just implied. Jaehyun was behind you, still checking you out, which if you had noticed, would have made you blush “You gave me an hour to get ready, though. I barely had time to dry my hair, it will look ugly later.”
“I doubt it,” he answers back and rushes to hold your hand in his. “Sorry, I guess I just wanted to see you soon.” He notices how you tense up and smiles at the way you tighter your grip around his hands.
“Stop it.” you warn him “You didn’t have to pick me up though, I could go with Jiwoo.”
“I came to pick you up because I heard creeps are hovering around the girl’s dorm.”
“Who told you that?” you ask, adjusting your hands together. Holding Jaehyun’s hand was more pleasing than you wanted to admit. It felt familiar.
“Johnny.” you laugh at him who looks at you confused “What?”
“Do you seriously believe in Johnny? There’s 24/7 security around our building,” you smile at him who mirrors your expression, showing you his dimples. “He just uses it as an excuse to always give Jiwoo a ride,”
“Well, I guess he just worries about his girlfriend,” the boy gives your hand a little squeeze, making you look at him “Tell me when you’ll leave the party so I can walk you back, okay?”
“You don’t need to,” you turn your head to the front. If you keep staring at Jaehyun while he is being so caring, you’ll collapse there and then.
“I want to, silly. It’s dangerous to walk around by yourself at night.”
“So I assume you will fight whoever tries to hurt me?” you ask humorously, a smile on your face.
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Jaehyun tried to stay with you the whole night, but his friends weren’t helping. It all started as soon as you got to the house and Taeyong asked him to carry heavy boxes inside and stole your attention away from the boy. When he finally found you again, you were in a circle with Donghyuck, Taeyong, Taeil, and some girls he didn’t recognize, drinking some weird mixture they made. Before he could reach you, though, Yuta forced him to pair up in a beer pong game.
What he hated the most, though, was when he spotted you in the crowd for the third time that night. You were already tipsy, more prone to smile, and your smile was simply breathtaking to Jaehyun. But you weren’t smiling for him. It was Hendery Wong who was making you laugh and it was the other boy’s arm you were holding to steady yourself in place. Jaehyun hated, even more, all the times the boy would lean his body to whisper something to you and how he took advantage of that position to hold you by the waist, his hand resting on your lower back, bringing your bodies closer. Too close to Jaehyun’s liking.
“Stop staring, hyung,” Donghyuck says propping himself up against the kitchen’s counter. “Or else I will think you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous and I’m not staring.” Jaehyun sips his beer without taking his eyes off the couple.
“Yeah, why would you feel jealous of a funny and hot guy who is clearly hitting on Y/N?” Donghyuck says sarcastically and steals the drink from Jaehyun.
“He is shamelessly flirting with her for ages,” The boy tears his gaze apart from the couple to look at the younger who was drinking his beer. “Do you believe he used the ‘I think you are falling for me’ pick up line with her? And then inviting her to have lunch with him when she usually eats with me- us?”
“Who are we talking about?” Yuta arrives with two shot glasses in hand, filled with blue liquid.
“Take a wild guess.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes and goes to the dance floor.
“Do you want it?” the older boy offers and Jaehyun gladly takes it, feeling his throat burning with the alcohol. “What’s going on?”
“Hendery Wong.” the younger says looking back to the tall guy touching your body the way he wanted to.
Yuta follows Jaehyun’s eyes and hisses at the sight “I don’t wanna get punched in the face  but” he whistles and looks back at his friend “I don’t blame the kid, she looks hot as fuck tonight.”
“If you don’t wanna get punched, then close this filthy mouth of yours.” Jaehyun’s expression darkens and Yuta only laughs, tapping the guy on the shoulder.
Jaehyun considered approaching you. Fuck him, every time he saw Hendery touching your hair or smiling at you, he wanted to go there and punch that sly smirk out of the boy’s face. What would be his excuse, though? He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so protective around you, but it was eating him up.
“How’s tonight going, Jeffrey?” a cheerful Johnny appeared beside him “You looked so happy playing beer pong with Yuta.”
“Can’t you see I’m having the time of my life,” the younger one says sarcastically and takes the bottle of beer from Johnny’s hand.
“Your face says otherwise,” the tall one chuckles and glances towards you. “Just go there and ask her to dance.”
“She already has a date.” Johnny smiles and waves at someone “I don’t want to bother them.”
“It’s surprising they haven’t caught you staring yet. Jiwoo and I have been watching you and your jealousy attack for more than fifteen minutes.” He shakes hands with two guys who were passing by and complimented his music playlist for the party. “She likes you, you know? I’m sure she would dump anyone if you asked.”
“Why would I ask her that?” Jaehyun sounds offended. He didn’t want you to dump anyone for him. “She’s just a friend. A good friend. That’s why I want the best for her.”
“And I assume that, in your judgment, Hendery is not the best for her,” Johnny sips his drink and nudges his friend “but you are, aren’t you?”
“Hendery is not the best for her and everyone knows it. He is an exchange student, they start dating and what happens when he needs to move back to China?" Jaehyun crosses his arms in front of his chest, visibly irritated. “I just don’t want her to get hurt.”
“Oh, Jaehyun, please,” the older boy rests his arm on Jaehyun’s shoulder and leans closer to the boy’s ear “Just admit that you like her.”
“I don’t like her like that.”
“Yeah, right, so I guess now you call steamy makeout sessions, friendly conversations.”
“Can you not mention that? I was drunk.” Jaehyun snaps and slaps Johnny’s arm away from him “I only like her as a friend. Stop annoying the shit out of me. You, Donghyuck, Yuta, even Taeyong was bugging me this week. Cut the dating bullshit, for fucks sake!”
“Yeah, you take her on dates, make out with her in our kitchen, and now is jealous of Hendery blatantly flirting with her because you are just friends.” Johnny finishes his drink before placing the empty bottle on the counter “you definitely don’t like her.”
It was probably the alcohol, but Jaehyun was mad. He was so mad that he stormed out of the kitchen before he started a fight with Johnny. Why was everyone pressuring him about jealousy? He was only trying to take care of you. He knew about your little crush on him and that’s why he made sure to tell everyone that you were only friends. And friends care about each other.
He sighs and sits on the sidewalk, away from the party and from the stares. Away from you and Hendery. What was happening to him? He lays his back on the grass and closes his eyes. His mind reminds him of the way you looked so concentrated while watching the boring movie the first time you went out together. You looked so cute, biting your lips and barely blinking. He remembered the way you sang your heart out to all the High School Musical songs and how much he loves making you laugh, just to see your smile. He remembered all the times you tensed up when he held your hands, but after seconds were adjusting yourself. His heart starts beating faster when the image of you sleeping on his bed appears on his mind. The way you were peacefully sleeping beside him and how all he wanted to was hold you and never let go. His skin seems to burn with the memory of the feeling of your fingers tracing his skin, your lips on his and the way you ground against his body last Saturday.
“Fuck,” he mouths.
Lastly, he remembered how unbelievably pretty you look tonight. Damn, Yuta was right, you were hot. You look absolutely stunning and he wants you badly. He sighed thinking about how all of his friends know him so well. How could he keep lying to himself like that? Saying that he isn’t jealous when all he is thinking about is how great it must feel to be in Hendery’s shoes right now.
“What are you doing here?” he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was.
“I’m tired.”
“Then go to your room. This is literally your house!” you hold his hand and try to force him to stand up “Come on, Jae.”
“I’m fine. Just go back inside. Enjoy the party.” he stays in the same position, eyes completely closed.
You huff in annoyance at his behavior. How dare him, tell you to enjoy the party when you only came because he asked you to.
“If you’re not standing up, then I’m leaving,” you threaten, but the boy doesn’t move. Why was he being like that? “Fine then. Once you decide to tell me what’s wrong, text me. Goodnight, Jae.”
You say, walking away from the boy laying on the grass. Five minutes ago Jiwoo came to you and told you to talk to Jaehyun, he looked stressed. Why was he stressed when he was supposed to have fun? You thought to yourself. But you had to admit you were more relieved than sad for not having the opportunity to spend the night with Jaehyun. After what happened the last time both of you drank a little too much, you decided it was risky to be too close to him and alcohol.
You couldn’t stop thinking about his actions, though. Movie dates, the way he always looked after you, he even remembered how much you wanted to go to an arcade and took you there. Your heart was confused. Could it be more than friendship? You cherished Jaehyun beyond anything you could explain, you didn’t want to ruin things with him.
You might have started your relationship weirdly. Looking back to the day you woke up beside him after a party, it felt like years ago. Because that’s exactly how Jaehyun makes you feel like you’ve known him for years. The more you got to know him, the more he seemed to grow on you. He was sweet, caring, and an absolute dork. He never failed to make you laugh and was always ready to listen to what you had to say, either if it was a joke or if you were just complaining about something. He would let you use his expensive pens just because you were curious about how they were. He listened to your messy playlist even though he absolutely hated 70% of the songs you put there. He is interested in you as a person. He makes you feel special and you can’t express how much you are happy to be by his side.
“Y/N, I told you that I would walk you home!” he shouts from behind you. “Wait for me.”
You hate how he could make your heart beat faster just by calling your name
“I thought you wanted to be alone.” you shrug and slow down your pace.
“Why are you walking so slowly?” he grabs your hand and pulls you forward “Just because I’m walking you it doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of someone attacking us at 1 in the morning.” you laugh at his sentence and he can’t fight back the smile that appears on his face.
“What happened to the guy who said he would protect me?” you question him, poking his ribs.
“I’ll only fight people unless it’s completely necessary. I don’t know if you realized, but I prefer to avoid confrontation.” his thumb starts caressing the back of your hand and you feel butterflies flying on your stomach.
“I like this way,” you softly say “I wouldn’t want to see you hurting.”
“Stop saying things like that, it makes me wanna kiss you,” he mumbles.
It makes me wanna kiss you.
Did you hear it correctly? Was he jokingly flirting with you or did he mean that? You didn’t have the guts to ask. The rest of the walk was silent, the only noise coming from your rhythmic steps on the concrete. Once you see the back of your building, informing you you are close to your destination, you try to take your hands away from Jaehyun’s grasp, but he only holds it tighter.
“No,” he pleaded quietly “not yet.”
You hum in response and keep walking beside him, holding his hand.
“Text me when you get home,” you say to him once you are in front of your building. You wait for him to leave so you can get inside, but he doesn’t move. “Are you not going home? Do you need anything?”
“I do.”
“What is it?”
“Can you hug me?”
Your breath is caught on your throat at his sudden request. What was wrong with Jaehyun tonight? You didn’t know he became clingy when he drank. Either way, you comply with his request and circle your arms around his waist and place your head on his chest. Jaehyun was warmer than remembered. You hear his heartbeat increase and smile softly. Was he as nervous as you were?
“Don’t date Hendery,” he blurts out and you frown, not understanding where this came from.
“Why would I-”
“I was so fucking pissed at the way he looked at you and it killed me that I don’t have the right to complain about it because we are just friends,” he says in one breath and you try to get away from his hold to have a look at his face, but he holds you closer “The way he touched you got me frustrated to the point that I had to go outside or I would have picked up a fight.”
“He was just being-”
“I swear to god, if you say friendly, I’ll kill myself,” he says pushing you away from him and you can see him scowling at you.
“He was being too friendly,” you say smiling mischievously and Jaehyun scoffs.
“Weren’t you uncomfortable with the way he was holding you?” he asked in disbelief.
“To be honest, I think you are exaggerating. I was really tipsy, he was just making sure I wouldn’t fall.” you say and Jaehyun rolls his eyes “What? He was basically just hugging me. We hug all the time.”
“You two hug all the time?” he almost screams and you put your hand on his lips.
“Shhh don’t scream!” you say, moving your hand from his lips to his shoulder. “I meant us. You and me. You hug me all the time too.”
“But I’m your friend and he is your student, who is clearly hitting on you, by the way,” he says placing his hands on your hips, but you don’t seem to realize.
“What, Jaehyun, is this jealousy?” you smile as the words leave your lips as a joke
“Yes, this is fucking jealousy.” he snaps for the second time tonight “I am fucking jealous because that kid has been hitting on you since you first started tutoring him and you don’t realize that.”
“Woah, hold on! Stop saying nonsense.”
“You are so frustrating,” he mumbles and brings you closer by circling his arms around your waist. “Please don’t date Hendery.”
“I won’t date any-”
"Date me instead."
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You feel someone sliding their hand into the back pocket of your jeans and smirk.
“Stop that,” you nudge his side “frat boy.”
“Why do you keep pretending you don’t like it when I do this?” Jaehyun rolls his eyes and brings you closer to his side “Lunch at 1?”
“It’s good for me.” you nod and stay on your toes to reach for his cheeks. “Shouldn’t you be in class right now?”
“It got canceled,” he says taking his hand out of your pocket and placing it on your waist. “Let me carry those for you.”
“It’s fine, we’re almost there.”
“Let me be a good boyfriend and carry your stuff for you.” he takes the books out of your hands and kisses your temple.
You have been dating for a while now, but every time he reminds you he is your boyfriend, it never fails to make your heart flutter. You smile widely, poking the dimples on his face and Jaehyun pretends to be annoyed, when, in fact, he loved how happy you looked.
Once you arrived at the main building, you thought Jaehyun would leave you by yourself, but he made sure to escort you to the study room. Once you turn down the hall, your boyfriend spots a certain someone waiting for you outside. Jaehyun stops a few meters away and hands you your books back, but before you can thank him, he pulls you by your belt loops and crashes his lips on yours.
You get surprised at his sudden action but kisses him for a little while after pushing him with your books, whining about being in public. Jaehyun finishes by giving pecks on your neck, jaw, and cheek. Before you can ask why he did that, you spot the long haired Chinese boy in front of library's the study room. He is clearly avoiding looking at your direction. You hit your boyfriend’s arm with the books on your hands.
“I can’t believe you were putting on a show with Hendery standing right there. You are so childish.”
“Yet, you love me the same,” he snickers, giving you one last peck on the lips “I just want to make sure he knows you’re taken.”
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DRESS | JD14
wherein singer!y/n shocks her fans when she reveals her relationship with a person her fans obviously didn’t expect, f2 driver, jack doohan.
↳ TYPE: ig au
↳ PAIRING: jack doohan x singer!reader (face claim: aespa’s karina)
↳ DETAILS AND WARNINGS: fluff/romance
↳ AUTHOR’S NOTE: some drafts i’ve written/made, just needed to clean up the drafts. there’s more but i’ll edit them first before i post em! enjoy ❤️
this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
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yourusername last moments with my black hair 🥹 any guesses which color i’m choosing? (it’s my first time dyeing my hair i’m nervous 😓)
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yourbffsig i think you’ll look good without hair :D
yourusername i’m blocking you!! 🫵
yourbffsig KIDDING!! love youu 😌
yourusername love u 🙄
user omg queen!! what if you go blonde 🥺
user i can’t see her going blonde though, it’s a bad idea 😩 purple would look good!
user the day y/n dyes her hair is the day i go insane.
user no because she literally has one of the healthiest hair i’ve ever seen and now she’s planning on dyeing it 😭 what if the hairdresser sabotages her hair and she ends up bald
user GIRL WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF HER GOING BALD IM CRYINGF
user maam what if you bleach your hair 😌
user STFU FONT GIVE HER IDEAS IM GONNA BAWL
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jackdoohan happy to come away from the #spanishgp with a p2 and most importantly solid championship points, let’s keep it rolling into monaco next weekend! #f2
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user still can’t believe you cut off your hair 😭 i’m still mourning over it, jack.
user congrats mate! 👏🏻
user 🔥🔥
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yn.updates y/n seen today in barcelona with a bleached hair 🎀 sources said she came with her best friend to watch both f1 and f2 races!
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user sometimes i forget her best friend is literally a nepo baby, a fia nepo baby to be exact
user huh what
user yeah lol her dad’s one of the board of directors of fia! she was often seen in the paddock when she was young and i think she’s close with mick as there’re some pictures of them both in and out of the paddock!
user WHATTTTT
user WHERE TF IS THAT GIRL WHO SAID Y/N GOING BLONDE IS NOT A GOOD IDEA
user i apologize 😔
user ok but like whats the reason behind her bleaching her hair 🤨
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yourusername 22 coming your way 😉
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user WHAT.
user OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG Y/N ALBUM!!!!!!
user OOOOO SHE LOOKIN GOOD 👀
user WHAT THE FUCK IS JACK DOOHAN DOING IN HER LIKES !!!!
user it’s so random pls
user 😭 icb it’s a canon event lmfao
user i think it’s because they met(?) each other in barcelona! i think her bff introduced them to each other 😄
user why haven’t i heard that y/n went to the gp 😧 i was literally there
user she went there for a music video filming i think, she just went to the race during her break she said it during one of her ig lives hahaha
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[ T I M E S K I P ; A YEAR LATER ]
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yourusername it’s been a little over a year since 22 was released! as you all know, i’ve written my first full album last 2022 and it has a special place in my heart, as the title song tells the story about being young and carefree ❤️ thank you all so much for all the love you’ve given 22 ✨ as a thank you, i’ve released a new song titled DRESS, which is now available to all streaming platforms!
i’d like to express my deepest gratitude to my label, my manager, my friends, my family and last but not least, my muse–the reason behind this piece, jackdoohan 🤍 this is for you, my jacko!! happy anniversary to us, my racer <3
enjoy the surprise song, everyone! sending you all love, xo.
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user y/n??? jack??? what???
user WHY NOW WHEN I’M ALREADY COMFY IN BED!!!
user y/n, when was this???
user im so confused rn
user I AM IN CONFUSION, EXPLAIN, Y/N, EXPLAIN!!!!!
user can jack fight tho 🤨
user NOT ME LOSING Y/N TO JACK DOOHAN 💔💔
user this wasnt on my bingo card this year
yourbffsig congratulations lovie!! happy for you and jack 🥰 thank me yall hahaha happy anniversary and stay in love!! 🤍✨
— ❤️ by yourusername
mickschumacher loved the song, y/n!! happy for both of you 🤍
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jackdoohan happy anniversary, angel 🤍 i love you and all the songs and poems you’ve written for me 😍
yourusername love you soooo much, jacko 💞
user SONGS?!?!?! THERE’S MORE?!?!?
yourusername will be released soon 🤫
user WHAT THE HECK!!!
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jackdoohan so amazed to see you on stage tonight, beautiful. you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love. congratulations on your first concert, i love you ❤️
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yourusername crying!! you really surprised me when i saw you in the crowd 🥺 i almost didn’t finish the song and was thinking of running straight to you!!
yourusername the flowers are pretty btw!! 😍
jackdoohan just like you ;)
yourusername OH??
mickschumacher there are children on this app.
yourbffsig tell them to go away, let these two be in love!!
user oh idk which one i wanna be...do i wanna be jack or do i wanna be y/n
user he came right after his race yall, and on her concert’s first night. if he wants to, he would.
user damn it, when will i be in love... GOD I SEE WHAT YOU DO TO OTHERS ?! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN !!
user the hand placement yall :( hand fucking placement!!!!
user jack is SOOOO in love 🥺
user “you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love” haha guess who will sleep on the highway tonight haha
user you 🤝 me
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🥺👉🏻👈🏻 If you’re still taking drabble requests, I would love to see your spin on something for Barbatos or Asmo.
I’m completely normal about them, I swear.
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I deeply apologise for what i'm about to do jes <33
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"If i'm more pretty, do you think they'll like me?"
The silence that followed gets broken by Asmo's laugh. He mutters a small "idiot", shaking his head, chuckling at the mirror in front of him.
Well, the half broken mirror. Most of the broken shards and pieces were on the floor anyway, few embedded on his knuckles.
Looking around the room, Asmo sighed tiredly. Pillows strewn around on the floor, torn pillows ; his pristine silk bedsheets all crumpled up on the floor too. His beauty and skin care products were more or less useless now, most of them had their products dumped in the sink, some in the trash. He supposed, in a ironic way, it was a beautiful mess.
Lucifer was definitely not going to be pleased and so, albeit reluctantly, Asmo got up to first clean his hands. A little magic would cover and heal it up.
This was the fourth-no fifth "breakdown" he has had in a week. Not his proudest moment. Its all your fault really, or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.
Asmo knew he was pretty. He is pretty. Its a fact. But then again, beauty is subjective, isn't it?
So, maybe he wasn't pretty to you. He has tried to change to your preferences though. He's wore perfumes you'd like, clothes that you find attractive, colours that you love. He doesn't understand why it's not working, he's tried everything.
Asmo knows this is pathetic but what can he do? His looks, as he's been told, are all he's got. So if you don't like his looks, you're never gonna want to speak to a ugly Asmo!
The next morning comes and he's there for breakfast as usual, joking and talking with his brothers as if he did not want to peel his skin off last night.
"You know- I have to say, I think blue looks really attractive on some people!-" his ears perk up as he glances at your direction as you talk animatedly with a hardly-listening Beel munching on his and your food.
I could use some blue in my wardrobe. Asmo continues eating as he makes a mental note to go shopping later.
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My dear August, feel free to write that Christopher handie with side action of tiddie grabbing. I would be honored if you wanted to make my dreams a fictional reality!!
i am beyond sorry that it did take me a while to get to this, and I hope you like it! <3
title: handsy pairing: skz’ bang chan x reader genre: smut with feelings rating/warnings: no plot just porny fluff wc:  306 a/n: thank you @minisugakoobies and @hobivore for lending your orbs to beta!
AO3 - Masterlist
“If you don’t slow down, I’m not gonna last.”
“What if I don’t want you to last,” you purr into his ear, rewarded by a twitch of his cock and a drop of precum on your hand.
“Babe…” He moans, your favourite sound. “But I want to–” Another twitch, a gasp for air. “–make it good for you, too.”
You huff out a laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, this is good for me.” You press your legs a little closer together for a little more friction. You definitely like the view you have right now. 
Your man, absolutely putty in your hands. His lips caught between his teeth, completely blissed out.
“Is this really okay?” He sounds as concerned as he can while he’s pumping into your hand with quick snaps of his hips. “I wanted to touch you, taste you, fuck you, like you deserve.”
You can’t say his words don’t send a shiver of anticipation through you. You know he delivers on his plans. But there’s time for that later. 
And so you change your grip and rhythm and just shortly after he brokenly moans against your neck and his grey sweatpants definitely need to go into the laundry.
“That was….” He looks to the ceiling, searching for words. “I don’t know what that was.” 
You grin proudly.
He’s fighting against exhaustion, and his yawn tells you he’s losing. Gently, you help him out of his pants, and clean him up. 
He sounds guilty with his eyes already closed. “I don’t know if I can go again already….”
“Rest now,” you whisper and press a small kiss onto his forehead while your hand rests on his chest, caressing the skin where his heart sits. “You can rail me against a brick wall later.”
Half asleep he giggles and holds out his pinky for a promise.
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Ⓒaugustbutwinter june2023 (Please don’t repost. If you like it, reblog it, leave a heart, drop me an ask or a message. I’d love to hear from you! Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you liked it! I thrive on feedback like a thirsty houseplant!)
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meet cut(e) | jason todd
the worst thing about love (two) / (one)
you’re just trying to get through your surgical residency, but this masked vigilante keeps showing up half-dead on your fire escape and reminding you of your dead best friend. oh well, at least he's cute.
tw: allusions to character death, depictions of grief, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, completely ooc Jason but he’s like my own lil character now and I’m protective, i learned my medical terminology from grey's anatomy don't hate me
only jerks steal other people's writing (just don't repost, mate)
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You’re awake when he stumbles into your apartment two weeks later. You stare at him owlishly; knees tucked up against your plush, non-indented couch, glass of Merlot in your hand kept carefully away from the carpet you just scrubbed the bloodstains out of. You set it gingerly on your coffee table, half convinced he’s not real.
“I got… a cut.” It seems strange for this masked vigilante - you may or may not have been doing some tipsy research on the hooded hero - to look so sheepish. All six feet of him stooped in your cramped apartment, one hand clutched to his side, that emotionless mask staring straight through you. You get up from your couch wordlessly, walking down the hallway to rummage through your bathroom. 
First aid kit and isopropyl in hand, you return to his awkward stance in the middle of your living room; his gaze intently focused on your overstuffed bookshelf. His attention snaps to you when your sock-clad footsteps meet the edge of the plush rug separating you. From this angle, you can see the stubborn, brown bloodstain that you tried to hide under the leg of your armchair - little marks… stains or rusting memories… You gesture to your couch, and he sits, taking off his jacket.
Yanking a stool over to sit in front of him, you pull up his shirt, brows furrowing at the slice in his side. He’s undressed the cut you stitched up for him before he should have, and you examine it while you clean his most recent knife wound. Your stitches are far from perfect - the scar bulging in some areas - but for such a high tension wound, it’s healed well.
Your eyes flicker up to his blood red mask for a moment, and it occurs to you - distantly - that you should probably be terrified. I mean, seriously. A part of you screams that this is how people get murdered. Another part of you thinks that this is the most vulnerable he ever gets; his shirt off, gritting his teeth through the pain of 91% isopropyl alcohol. 
Another - buried - part of you thinks this seems familiar.
Your gaze darts back down to his chest, lingering unconsciously on the end of the scar that cuts out from underneath his shirt. Your eyes catch on the ugly bruises decorating the tan expanse of his torso, some angry and purple, others a sickly yellow. He clears his throat awkwardly and your cheeks heat, returning your attention to sterilising his wound. Real classy, birdie, ogling a guy whose face you’ve never seen. He breaks the thick silence first, low voice crackling through his modulator.
“How’s it look, doc? ‘m I gonna survive?” You hide a smile beneath your exasperated look, brows knitted. Still, you can’t fully conceal the amused edge in your dry tone.
“You’re not nearly as charming when you’ve been stabbed.” He cocks his mask; unreadable. For a long moment, you think you might have actually offended him, until he huffs out a staticky laugh.
“Slashed, actually.” You scrunch your nose. Pedantic asshole. 
“Look, I’ve had a long day, which wasn’t exactly made better by having to patch up a freak in a super-suit, so just… save the witty ironicism for someone who didn’t have to clean up baby vomit all day.” You can hear the smile in his voice when he responds, mask’s gaze still fixed on your face.
“Ouch, doc, and here I thought you were happy to see me.” A little pause as you meet his gaze briefly, unable to shake the familiarity… the instinctive fondness that warms your chest. His next words seem more guarded. “So, why’re you helping me then?”  Good question. Your focus never falters from the slow concentric circles you’re rubbing around his wound with an alcohol soaked hand towel. 
“I took an oath.” He laughs again and you quash the little spark of pride that hearing it gives you. You swap the towel in your hand for a roll of bandages and a plaster, applying the latter first before starting to wrap his waist.
“My bad, doc, I thought you were helping me out of the goodness of your heart.”
You scrunch your nose, trying to suppress the smile that tugs insistently at your mouth. Reaching for a clip, you secure his bandages and help him pull his shirt down so it doesn’t catch. You get up from the stool, shuffling it out of the way for your future self to move back in front of your kitchen island. Yawning, you stretch your hands above your head, a little noise of relief leaving your mouth when the tension in your shoulders loosens. You pretend not to notice how his mask tilts, lingering on the sliver of skin exposed as your shirt lifts.
He settles backwards, leaning his shoulders over the arm of your couch so that his legs don’t dangle over the edge. You watch as he yanks your throw blanket haphazardly over his torso and crosses his arms over his chest. You’re sure he must be keeping you in his peripheral as you startle out of eyeing him warily, but he doesn’t acknowledge any of it. Maybe to save you some dignity. Padding back to the hallway, you make it halfway before pausing, words spilling from your mouth unbidden.
“You can have some coffee, you know.”
“What?” The question comes out slurred, a full night’s worth of adrenaline finally dwindling. It brings back a flash of a near empty coffee pot - last dregs dripping slowly into a blue mug held in lethargic hands. You blink.
“In the morning.” He tilts his mask, and you stumble to elaborate, “When you sneak out. You can have some coffee.” Cautious, you study his reaction, but your vigilante doesn’t move an inch - his mask’s white slits boring holes into you like he’s trying to figure you out. Or waiting for a catch. You think he might trust you more if you give him one.
“You have to wash the mug, though. And the coffee’s old.” If you focus hard enough, you can hear something percolating - the coffee in your makeshift warmer or… the tenuous thread of something like dependency. He shifts on the couch and you suppress a wince at the stress it will put on his injuries.
“I like old coffee,” he hums out blurrily, hushed static of his modulator nearly rendering the words unintelligible. You flinch, turning off the living room light instead of responding.
You’re seventeen, he’s sixteen. You give him shit for being two months younger than you. It’s so late at night you’ll start to call it morning soon, and the two of you sit on opposite sides of a diner counter.
You lean over the counter, arms outstretched, dropping your head into your clasped hands. He reaches over you, pouring out another cup of old, lukewarm coffee. He follows it up with an unholy amount of cream and sugar - just how you like it - nudging it over to you with that wry grin of his.
“Tired, birdie?” You are tired, but not as tired as he is. You think maybe Wayne Enterprises should be funding his college tuition, not this superhero shit. Superhero shit that he never talks about, except. He used to tell you everything. You used to tell him everything.
Because he’s smart. He’s really smart. Smart enough to not risk his life every night. You want to tell him that but you know he doesn’t see it that way. In that mask, he’s infallible. Instead, you hum in agreement, dragging the mug closer and taking a sip. You scowl at the bitterness.
He frowns petulantly, looking at you with tired, amused eyes. “You don’t like my coffee?” You set down your cup, wrinkling your nose at the unexpectedly loud ‘clink’ it makes against the counter.
“You’re so dramatic, blue, only you like day-old coffee.” He gives you a dry look, one that says he’s too tired to mock-argue with you. So instead, you turn on the sink behind the counter, rinsing cutlery to load the dishwasher. You both sit in near silence, broken only by his fingers tapping carefully on the counter and your absent-minded hums. 
~
You spend days agonising over a present as his birthday rapidly approaches, though you know he hates the fuss. You settle on a gunmetal grey lighter, shakily hand engraved with a bluejay. Something to replace his shitty BIC one, with its smudged sharpie lettering that barely spells out ‘JT’. 
Secretly, you look forward to the sardonic comment he'll make about how he thought you disapproved of his cancer sticks. The truth is, you don't think you could stop enabling him.
~
A month out from his birthday, he drops by after patrol with your copy of Wuthering Heights. You ask if he liked it and he says he didn’t. Something, something, overly maudlin. He’s lying. He always gets that little specific crease between his eyebrows when he lies to you.
It feels like all you see lately.
Are the nightmares getting worse?
Lie.
Stayin’ out of trouble?
Lie.
Are we always going to be like this? Am I always going to lose you when you put on that suit?
Lie.
Over and over until you snap, poking a finger straight into the crease and smoothing it out. You tell him you want the truth and he tells you he can’t give it to you. You yell at him for ten hour-long minutes, sweeping angry gestures with your arms. One of them knocks over his half-full mug - blue shards shattering in the slow spill of murky coffee. You wish you remembered what he said to you, but all you remember is watching him leave. The last time he ever did.
You wait two weeks for him to come back, recording apologetic voicemails that he dodges with clipped, sullen phone calls. Then, he stops picking up at all.
His death isn’t reported on the news.
Alfred visits you once after he dies, carrying Jason’s old leather jacket like a sleeping animal that might come alive at any second. You don’t talk - not even when he hands it to you - you don’t know what you would say. You don’t know each other, you have nothing in common, except that you loved the same person once.
Your life shrinks - going through the same mechanical motions for months on end, school, work, home. It feels blasphemous to do anything but stare at the jacket - to lift it from where it hangs on the back of your door, to make it yours instead of his - until, one day, you can’t bear to be distant from him anymore. You put it on, shove your hands in the pockets like he always did, digging around. You find an old hairtie of yours in the inside pocket and a stick of apple pie flavoured lip balm you lent him last winter. 
His lighter is in the front pocket, blue as his pale, dark eyes. Carefully, you place it on your desk, next to the one you meant to gift him. 
Two lighters and you don’t even fucking smoke.
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oof okay, this one was a bit of a monster (don't know if it bodes well for this series for me to have struggled with this chapter so much lol) but i hope you guys like it. :) i might have to take a little break over the next month because of my final exams, but rest assured, doc and jay will be back again come november. tysm for reading!
with love, bugsy
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-MOONLIGHT.
‎♡‧₊˚ Al-Haitham x f!reader (suggestive), 2.3k words
♡⸝⸝ C.W ; 7 minutes in heaven, kissing, grinding, mention of sex, touching each other, possessive!AlHaitham, Kaveh the matchmaker(yeah i can’t think of anything more atm)
‎ ʚɞ Making my first writing post with my beloved Al-Haitham🥹 a lot of you probably see me for the first time so hi, my name is Juju, and I’m a new writer in tumblr >< i plan to keep writing to fulfill my desires of becoming a author so it would be great if you could keep your eyes on me!
.PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IN OTHER SITES, OR TRANSLATE WITHOUT PERM.
MDNI.
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Oh boy, maybe Al Haitham should have kept his mouth shut and not expect any help from Kaveh, because he doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into.
Maybe he shouldn’t have told Kaveh about his ‘puppy-love crush(according to Kaveh)’ he has on his beloved friend(you) who he quite adored since his student life in Akademiya.
When Kaveh randomly asked Al Haitham if he had a crush on anyone a few days ago, he thought there would be no problem telling Kaveh since he knew that Kaveh was quite scared of him and he would keep his mouth shut with few threats. After all, it was Al Haitham’s house he was living in.
Little did he know, that Kaveh preferred actions than words.
Few days later, which brings us to the present, Kaveh asked if he could throw a party in the house inviting his friends. Al Haitham was not very fond of parties, but the part of the reason why he accepted the party was because Kaveh told him that his crush, y/n was coming.
The party was pretty big, and the house was quickly filled with smell of alcohol, cigarettes, the sound of loud music and people’s laughter and chats.
‘I’ll have to tell Kaveh to clean up all of the mess by himself when the party is over.’
Al haitham thought to himself as he quietly flipped through his book, in his room, which was the only peaceful place in the house right now. He was slightly annoyed because of how loud the party was, he did not expect this.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Al Haitham didn’t respond, as he assumed that it was either a drunk person in his house or a random person who was interested about his room.
“Al Haitham? Are you here?”
It was you, y/n. He also did not expect you to come and find him.
“Yeah, y/n. What do you want?”
Al Haitham responded, trying to keep his tone calm.
“Well… we’re playing seven minutes in heaven, and Kaveh asked me to come and find you. Apparently you really wanted to play this game? Haha.” You let out a small laughter.
‘That jerk.’
Al Haitham sighed in annoyance, as it was obviously something Kaveh planned for you two.
But suddenly, a wave of fantasy took over his head.
Maybe- just maybe… today would be the chance he would get to be closer to you?
“…”
“I know you’re not much of a party person- if you’re not comfortable, I’ll tell Kaveh that you’re not playing.”
No.
“There’s no need. I’m gonna play it.”
Al Haitham responded quite urgently, he thought he was going to regret this if he missed this chance. And if… you ended up being in the closet with someone else…
He gritted his teeth at the thought.
Haitham walked to the door, opened it, only to see you standing in front of the door, all dressed up pretty with makeup like a doll.
God- only if he could be the only one that could see you like this.
“O-oh! Great! We’re playing in Kaveh’s room, let’s go.”
You were slightly stuttered because of how quickly Al Haitham opened the door, but he did look good in a black shirt that left a few buttons open, revealing his collarbone and the green gem. You could clearly tell that his chest was well-built.
When both of you arrived in Kaveh’s room, him and his few friends were sitting in a circle in front of Kaveh’s big closet. Nilou, Tighnari, Cyno, Dehya- he recognized few faces.
Kaveh immediately put a smirk on his face as he saw Al Haitham enter the room, he fell for his trap.
“Alrighty guys, so, since it’s the first round, I think we should vote for a pair that should go first. I vote for y/n and Al Haitham!”
Kaveh pointed at you two, before smirking and giving Al Haitham the bro-code eye, ‘thank me later.’
Suddenly, Kaveh’s friends started to agree with him as well.
‘Goddammit… Kaveh definitely gave them something to do this.’
Al Haitham bit his lip in annoyance, but for some reason… some part of his heart was… delighted?
He looked over at you, who’s face was flushed and covered in deep red blush, not knowing what to say.
You look so cute like this, Al Haitham thought. But he didn’t want to push you, he was willing to give up this game if you were uncomfortable.
“What do you say? I’m fine with it as long as you are fine with it.”
Al Haitham asked you, looking away with a slight blush on his face.
“Y-yeah… sure…”
Huh? Did he hear that right? Did his crush, accept to be in the same closet for seven minutes, just the two of them?
He snapped his head at you, who was currently looking away from him, ears red, so pretty.
A noise of “ooo~”s was heard from the crowd, and the next thing he knew, he was pushed into the closet with y/n and the closet door slamming on both of you.
Al Haitham let out a sigh, before turning to you, who was sitting awkwardly in a corner of the closet with a flushed face.
‘It wasn’t intended’, of course, but he took this chance to slowly observe your pretty decorated state tonight.
You were wearing a cherry-red lipstick on your puffy lips, and a glittering red eyeshadow on your eyelids that matched your mouth. He wasn’t sure if you used the blusher tonight, because your face was already very red from the blush, probably caused by the sudden 7 minutes in heaven. Your pretty eyes were slightly shining by the little light that was coming from the gap of closet doors.
You also smelled nice tonight- did you get a new perfume? If you did, you certainly have a great choice with perfumes because it smelled like sumeru roses that bloomed in midsummer days. Last time he met you, you were wearing a light padisarah perfume mixed with the smell of lavender and a pinch of roasted grapes… don’t ask how he remembers this.
When he was staring at your beautiful state for a few minutes, your eyes caught his. Was he staring at you this entire time? Why?
It was true that you had feelings for you abnormally smart, emotionless and handsome friend… but when he stares at you like this… it just makes your brain un function.
You decided it was your turn to stare back- as mentioned, Al Haitham was wearing a simple black buttoned up shirt, somehow it showing his toned body and wide shoulders clearly. Simple clothing suited him well, until you saw a small, thin golden necklace that was hanging on his neck. Wasn’t that the necklace you bought him his last birthday? Your face turned even hotter at the thought of him keeping his presents well.
He wasn’t wearing his headphones today, which gave you a chance to observe his ears. His ears were very pretty, as if they were sculpted with marble by a famous sculpter that made ancient god’s sculptures. If you ever saw him in middle of the desert, you would have thought he was the King Deshret in human form. Huh- is that a piercing mark on his right ear? Did Al Haitham used to wear piercings?
Meanwhile, Al Haitham was desperately trying to hold himself, until he didn’t. He only had 7- 5 minutes now- to make you his. It was harder to hold back if you kept staring at him like that.
He couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Al Haitham finally made a move on you, as he crawled on top of your body, locking you in his arms.
“A-Al Haitham?”
He could hear you ask, confused by the sudden act.
But he could smell your sumeru rose perfume better like this- and you could smell his cologne better as well.
“Y/n.”
Al Haitham called out your name, before taking a big breath in.
“Can I kiss you?”
He asked, staring into your eyes.
This can’t be real. You thought.
This was a situation that only happened in your fantasies- wildest dreams- being this close with Al Haitham, just the two of you. Him asking you if he can kiss you, as the session gets hotter.
Even if this was just a dream… you wanted to catch it.
“Y-yes, Al Haitham. You can kiss me.”
You slightly whimpered.
You could swear you saw a smirk on his face, until he hungrily attached his lips to yours.
Ah, his lips were so warm. It was like a blissful sunlight in middle of the day, a cool, but calming warmth.
You really had no choice but to return the kiss, as you can’t avoid the sunlight.
As soon as Al Haitham felt you return the kiss, his lips rolled up into a smirk on your lip. As if he was waiting for this moment his entire life- his tongue found your teeth, asking for permission into your mouth.
You opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth, mixing his saliva with yours. You felt your noses bump on each other’s, sounds of wet muscles and heavy breathing filling the closet. You grabbed a handful of his grey locks, before pulling him closer, wanting to be even more close in any way possible.
Al Haitham felt your desires, as he grabbed your waist, and pulled your body closer to his leg, still not breaking the heated kiss.
Next thing you felt was your heat on Al Haitham’s muscular thigh, as he slowly started to move his thigh against you.
“Haah… A-Al Haitham…”
You moaned into the kiss, as you felt his thigh move against your heat.
“Shhh… shh… gotta stay quiet… or else our friends outside the closet will hear you…”
He shushed you with another passionate kiss, smiling as he felt a wet patch grow on his thigh.
Al Haitham let out a sigh, as he took his lips off your lips, and attached his lips onto your neck this time.
It was official. You loved him, and he loved you. It was only logical that he marked what belonged to him.
‘Smells nice…’
He thought to himself as he smelled in the scent, before taking a bite of your neck.
If a food smells good, you bite it, and take a taste of it.
Al Haitham was already losing himself in the taste of you, devouring and biting your neck like a hungry animal.
A predator that was eating its prey.
Your body tensed up when he licked a particular spot on your collarbone.
Bingo.
He smirked on the spot, think that he should remember the spot for next time.
Haitham started to furiously bite the spot, his hand covering your mouth to prevent your moan and his other hand on your waist, preventing you from moving and squirming intensely.
Thankfully, your loud moans didn’t pass Al Haitham’s hand, but you hands automatically looked for something to grab on, and what it found was his wide shoulders. Plenty of space to hold on. Small tears started to form in your eyes. Was it out of pleasure or sexual relief?
“Haitham… want more.. please.”
You managed to whisper in his ear quietly, through your moan and mewls.
“Tch… didn’t know you were such a naughty slut.”
His tone was cold, but you could see his smirk and how quickly he worked to take off his pants and belt.
As soon as Al Haitham got his hands on his belt to take them off, the closet door opened—
“Seven minutes is up! Come out!”
…it was Kaveh, with a wine glass in his hand.
You wouldn’t believe how fast Al Haitham got his hands off you. He turned his face away, red as a tomato, embarrassed for once in his lifetime.
But Kaveh isn’t stupid(you just don’t really realize it because he’s always compared with Al Haitham).
“OHOHOH? OHOHOHOH? Y/n, you look like a beast just attacked you!”
Kaveh laughed, pointing at your neck, and then that’s when you realized how Haitham devoured you like a hungry predator.
You turned to look with a curled up fist, ready to beat the handsome man in front of you, but he was already back to his monotone face, acting like he did nothing wrong(but still avoiding your gaze).
“Heh! Seems like my little matchmaking mission was a success! Of course, it was planned by me, Kaveh the cupid, so no wonder why! Bahahah!”
The blond-haired architect roared like he just won the lottery.
Al Haitham simply sighed, grabbed your wrist and walked out of the room together.
“W-wait! Where are you guys going! I didn’t match make you guys just so y’all can fuck! Holdup!”
By the time Kaveh finished speaking, Haitham and you were already in his room, locking the door.
He threw you onto his bed, as he lazily unbuttoned his shirt.
“Ready to continue what we started?”
Al Haitham said with a smirk, staring into your eyes.
Oh dear… it was going to be a long night for you.
2023 Tsuchigomu. ‎♡
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Taken care of- Ron Weasley x Reader (REPOST)
Posted DECEMBER 30, 2020
Reposted APRIL 16, 2023
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Request- Hii! How about a 10 from the prompt list with ron?? it could be kinda of a cozy fluff smut or suggestive ~~
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Warnings- SMUT (it’s cute ass lazy sex and then cute ass aftercare)
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“Y/n! I’m home!” you heard Ron shout from the front door. “In here!” you called. You were sitting in the living room, wrapped in the blanket, just listening to the fire crackle. 
“Hello there, all wrapped up just for me?” Ron asked jokingly. “I’m literally just wrapped in blankets,” you giggled. 
“I know,” he chuckled while taking off his coat and throwing it on the arm chair. He then walked up to you and sat next to you in the loveseat. 
“Come here,” he pouted and made grabby hands toward you. You giggled and stood up from the couch, blanket still wrapped around you, and jumped on top of him. You honestly hoped that he would notice that you only had one of his t-shirts on, and by “only”, you mean only. 
“You look cute today,” he complimented as his hands found their way under your blanket to rub your sides. You whimpered slightly as his hands got lower, you were already wet just thinking about Ron all day but his actions had you dripping. 
“What is wet on my leg?” Ron questioned and looked down to see a wet patch right under you. “Am I that hot that I have you soaking through your panties?” Ron joked and brought his hand down to your bare pussy. 
“You naughty girl,” he chuckled and brought his hand to rub your clit. “Mm,” you moaned quietly, moving your arms to grab his shoulders, therefore having the blanket fall off to only cover your bare behind. 
“Your in my shirt too?” he questioned, “You really know how to get to me.”. You nodded quickly and let out another, louder, moan. 
“You want me to take you on the couch?” he teased, but you weren’t messing around, you needed him right now. “Yes please, Ron, I’ve been horny all day,” you begged and ground your hips down on his jeans. 
“Mm,” he moaned slightly, your movement making just enough friction on his bulge. He quickly moved you off of his lap, took off his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans before pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard erection was now on display.
“Come on,” he grunted while lifting you up and positioning you right above his cock. “You ready?” he asked and you quickly nodded. He smiled a bit and sat you down fully, the feeling of being filled up by him making you moan. 
He then gripped your hips and rocked them back and forth and lifted them up and down on his cock. You moaned and grabbed onto his hands, you both were definitely too tired to do anything crazy today so lazy sex was the best option to go with. 
“M’close,” you moaned quietly and rested your head in the crook of his neck. “Already? It’s only been a few seconds,” he chuckled. “I may or may not have tried to get myself off with a pillow earlier, but was unsuccessful because nothing is better than your cock,” you told him, desperately hoping that he wouldn’t stop your orgasm right before it came over you. 
“I see. You know, I would punish you, but I’m too tired for that and I just want to see my darling happy today, so I’ll be nice today and let you cum,” he said and kissed the side of your hair, now thrusting his hips up slightly into yours. 
“Oh my- oh my god, I’m gonna-” you were cut off when your orgasm came over you. “That’s it,” Ron praised and helped you ride out your high, therefore pushing him to his orgasm. 
“Bloody hell, you’re so tight,” he moaned and a few seconds later, he came over his orgasm and leaned backwards, the sight of him slightly sweaty and panting was hot as hell. 
After a few seconds of you both heavily breathing, he spoke, “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he said and lifted you off of his cock, making you wince. 
He brought you to the bathroom and sat you on the toilet before quickly running a hot bath and helped you get your shirt off. After the bathtub filled up, he set you inside of it and started walking out of the bathroom. 
“Are you not joining me?” you whined, watching him walk away. “I can if you want,” he said while scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, but your grabby hands toward him and your puppy dog eyes gave him enough assurance that you really wanted him in there. He smiled and quickly stripped of all his clothes before hopping in the bathtub behind you. 
You breathed out and leaned back into his chest, the hot water soothing your aching lower half, “I feel bad, I feel like I did nothing,” you pouted and looked behind you and into his eyes. His eyes were filled with nothing but adoration, all he wanted to do was make you feel good. “Don’t worry about it, I just wanted to take care of you today,” he told you sincerely. 
“Well, thank you,” you said and brought your hand up to caress his cheek. “No need to thank me, you make me happy everyday, it’s the least I can do,” he said and grabbed your hand off his cheek, giving it a light squeeze before bringing it down to rest on your stomach. 
“I love you,” you said and suddenly yawned, randomly getting super tired. “I love you too, but let’s skip the sappiness and get you taken care of before you fall asleep,” Ron chuckled and reached for the shampoo. 
“Gladly,” you sighed and leaned back, letting Ron take care of you for the rest of the night.
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DAN AND PHIL REACT TO PHAN TWITTER REACTIONS w/ timestamps
.03 sir please don’t crack your hands in my ears.
.11 way to early in the video for a phude Jumpscare
.16 DIP AND PIP ?!!!??
.26 tbh shoutout to Phil for acknowledging that even tho we have fan accounts, not everything we say, create, post is something we would want them to see. Love the self awareness. Appreciate the space he provides
.35 rip Dan memes and tumblr tags
.56 I actually needed to be told I am gorgeous and intelligent, I knows it’s fake but it’s nice to hear even if fake
1.37 WHY IS HE **** ********* THE MIC N O NO NO NO NO WHAT??????
2.08 chill Phil we weren’t gonna fight about it. You’re Edward… OKAY
2.25 how many times are they going to watch pinof 1 ! Babes you can do that anytime you want not just on camera
2.37 Phil is in FULL CRISIS realizing how messy he is as if they haven’t already talked about this before
3.09 TUMBLR NEVER LEFT. YOU LEFT.
3.29 the synced lean in as they discovered the dan has something in his teeth bit was a video
3.40 SO SO SO GLAD THE SOCK VIDEO MADE IT. AND HES ACKNOWLEDGING
3.46 SHOES SOCK VIDEO JUMPS ARE😭😭😭
4.24 “keep reading” oh goodness that. Sir. Okay.
4.44 hi just realized is Dan wearing a muscle tank under the see through shirt????? Side note. Want the see through shirt
5.03 FANTASTIC FOURSOME JUMPDVARE
6.14 NO DAN NOT KATE THEY ARE LISTENINF. DONT BECOME INVOLVED IN ANOTHER ROYAL CONSPIRACY
7.41 absolutely fire meme. I laughed so loud I actually had to pause the video. Worst part? I had already reposted on twt yet still reacted to it
8.05 he is staring into my soul. Hell how is he staring THROUGH my soul
9.17 no words. “It’s not a bad look” alakakakak???
9.22 So suddenly it’s not “we” anymore, huh?
9.53 rip Phil’s slit😫
10.08 I just through Dan making a joke then immediately hitting Phil to let him know he was joking was really funny. Stuff I do with my friends I am tactile
11.46 I ALWAYS thought that image was edited to have all of them. I didn’t realize it was a real photos
12.38 OH MY FOS????? JUMPSVARE WHAT THE HELL
12:45 those pounds weee so aggressive. It sounded like they really hurt. I’m hurt listening
12:46 Phil is watching that monitor like a HAWK he is NOT losing monetization bc Dan wants to wap
13.00 Phil saw and saved this and nobody knew. He lurks. Nobody is safe.
13:36 about nine “what can I say”s in. Dan has a genuine look of terror and confusion. He looks like he’s playing up his reaction a bit in the beginning, laughing and stuff and acting annoyed but this point is genuine horror and realization. This is so gold. Will be giffing later. Also precious Phil
14.50 okay the editing kinda memes his monologue a bit but i was high key inspired. He’s so wrote. Everything is a story that must be concluded. I love that thought process. Clearly bc I am also a grade a yapper but still
15:50 oh the immediate IMMEDIATE regret in Phil’s face
16:35 we love a self aware king. The poster was a tad rough
16:56 THUS CIDEO AND COMMENTARY JS SO SO SO GOOD
17:38 YES THANK YOU THE WADVERT WAS RVEFHONE. We couldn’t eat sleep or think without seeing it
18:11 please wash your blanket? Guys? Like? You can clean, wash, or dry clean anything. Please?
19:00 tbh saw under the robbing blanks and it wasn’t even that bad? Compared to every horrific demon phannie thing that has been seen? Not bad! Could have been worse
19:45 2021 period???? Hello??? You were gone since 2018? At least from dapg??
20:44 yet???? Capitolestor strikes again
20:50 did they not have a keep calm and something on poster in their apt at one point??? Some people?? You mean you???
21:16 I SAW THIS WHEN IT DROPPED. love dami sm. This video was so good
22:24 JUMPSCARE
22:55 “1992” “Daniel” calm down
23:25 “you also let me” guys??? How is this forced situation? Who decided??
24:20 he needs to back away from the mic I can feel him breathing in my ears my goood ess??
24:34 I’m screaming bc they used a clip from the section before we all thought they got high. This section they posted was just a cute section
24:54 literally speechless. Also jumpscare?
26:30 the entire dan induced conclusion is beautiful I love them and their banter
26:54 nvm can you lean into the mic closer and tell us you’re proud again??? Needed that???
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pairing: chan x reader
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
word count: ~1.1k
warnings: feelings of depression
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.
masterlist * previous chapter * next chapter
you had finally slept through the night. no nightmares, no tears. and you only had chan to thank for that. his phone call from the day before left you feeling happy, downright giddy if you were honest. so sleep that night was a breeze.
now it’s the morning after and you wake up refreshed, and hungry for once. you find yourself in your kitchen to make some breakfast. the place is kind of trashed, cleaning isn’t at the top of your list when you’re depressed. but you actually had the energy to do something about it today. after a quick breakfast, you put on some music and got to work. a mixture of cleaning and dancing had you giggling and out a breath when your phone dinged.
“hey! how are you feeling today? did you get some rest? any nightmares?”
you pick up your phone, smiling at the screen.
“hey! i slept great actually. thanks to you. :)”
“i didn’t do anything though. ㅋㅋ”
“yes you did. your phone call was very comforting. i slept like a baby.”
“well my baby should sleep like a baby.”
“ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ”
“that was so cringe, im sorry. ㅋㅋㅋ”
you giggled. crizztopher at work again, but shy. he’s adorable.
“you’re so cute lol”
“am not.” he argues. “i’m about to go do a chans room. you gonna be there?”
you practically squealed with excitement.
“of course! opening youtube as we speak.”
it was so nice to see his face fill the screen. so nice to sit with him and listen to music. but it felt like it ended just as quickly as it started. but when you checked the time, it had been over an hour.
“stay, i’ve got to go now.” he said, and the chat immediately filled with different variations of ‘no don’t go!’
and you felt the same. no don’t go. but then you remembered that you had been talking to him outside of chans room. you felt you may need to pinch yourself to make sure it was real. a notification filled the top part of your screen. a message from chan. but he was still live..? why was he texting you during his live..? you opened the instagram app to check his message.
“are you still watching?”
what a strange message. i was watching, you thought. but i had to minimize the stream to read your message.
“yes~~” you quickly reply, then switch back to youtube.
“one last thing before i go,” he starts. and you sit up a little straighter. he’s peaked your interest. “i’m not supposed to say anything, so i’m not going to. buuuttttt…” he draws out and pauses for dramatic effect, giggling. “i may or may not be going to america soon..”
he then repeats his statement again in korean, but you couldn’t hear it. your jaw was on the floor. does he mean, like a tour? are all of the members coming? or just him? where exactly in america? you lived in the middle of nowhere, he definitely wasn’t coming anywhere close to you. the chat flooded with similar questions.
“that’s all i can say!” he laughs. “i’ll see you later.” his accent was so strong on the ‘later’ that your heart gave a squeeze. “thank you stays. thank you baby stays.” and the screen goes black. you immediately open instagram.
“CHRISTOPHER.”
“oh no ㅋㅋㅋ”
“not in all caps. ㅠㅠ”
“could you please elaborate on your previous statement?”
“i’m afraid i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“unrelated question: what large city is the closest to where you live?”
“why…?”
“just curious.”
“chan are you going on tour?”
“that’s classified.”
“ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ”
“*sigh* chicago. that’s the closest large city to me.”
“chicago. got it. i hear it’s windy there. maybe i should bring a jacket.”
“chaaaaann”
“quit teasing meeee.”
your phone suddenly started vibrating in your hand, another instagram call.
you pick up quickly. “hello?”
“ah that’s better.” you hear chans voice on the other end of the phone.
you smile. “what’s better?”
“better to hear you. instead of texting. i like the sound of your voice.”
you cheeks flame at his comment and you thank whatever god there is that this is a phone call and chan can’t actually see you.
“i.. i could say the same about you.” your voice is a little shaky, suddenly shy and still trying to recover after what he said.
“did you eat?” he asks suddenly.
“uh.. yeah. just had breakfast before your live stream.”
“good. you got a good nights sleep, and you had some food. pretty soon you won’t need me at all.” he says, chuckling.
you get the feeling that he’s kidding, but his comment makes you sad. is this his way of trying to get out of whatever relationship he has with you? is he tired of talking to you? does he feel obligated and this is the only way he sees out of that? ‘i will always need you’ you thought. but you were too scared to say that. did that sound pathetic? and even if it didn’t, would it make him feel like he had to continue to talk to you? of course you want to keep talking to him, but only if that’s what he wants too.
you could hear him typing on his keyboard, and the faint clicking of a mouse. “are you busy?” you ask him.
“i’m just getting ready to finish some things up before i head home.”
“oh okay.” you pause. “i.. i don’t want to keep you from your work. i should probably let you go.”
“i’m the one that called you.” he laughed. “you’re not keeping me from anything.”
you weren’t so sure if that was true. you felt like a burden again. like you were plaguing him with your presence. and suddenly, your bed was calling your name again.
“i think im going to go lay down actually..” you say.
“isn’t it like morning where you are?” he asks, confused.
“yeah, i’m just feeling tired again after doing some chores.” you come up with the excuse on the spot, and you feel like it’s a good one. but your tone of voice doesn’t sell the lie to him very well.
“okay..” you thought he sounded a little sad, but you were sure you imagined it. he has to be glad to be rid of you.
“bye chan.” you say quickly, and hang up before you could bother him any more.
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Tiger Inside
Chapter Ten
Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)
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WC: 3.3k
Pairing: Lee Know x reader
Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU
Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons
Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.
Please do not copy or repost my work
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The clicking of keys echoed through the room, Felix settled in front of his computer, trying to piece together the large puzzle. The setting sun outside casted a warm light throughout the room, complimenting the purple glow of the LED’s surrounding the top perimeter of his walls. Felix’s triple monitors lit his face from all angles as his eyes flicked between the screens, scanning over each code repeatedly looking for any clues he had missed initially.
I finally pulled my eyes from my phone screen, endless time spent scrolling away in the silence. Rolling over in the bed, I watched the numbers scrolling by on his monitors. Felix was deep in thought, I wasn’t even sure if he still remembered that I was in the room with him, too focused on the task before him. He leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair with a huff before turning around to me with a strained smile.
“Any luck?” He shook his head defeated, unsure of how to make his next steps. He swiveled back to the screens, the click of his keys returning.
“I just keep running into the same firewalls. Everything is so jumbled.” His huff of frustration was evident as the numbers scrolled on the screen. As my eyes glued back to my phone, the screen lit up with a notification.
Incoming call - Jiho
I glanced up to Felix, now fully back engrossed in his mission. I quietly slid out of the room into the hallway, answering the call and holding the receiver up to my ear.
“Hey, what’s up?” A light chuckle came through the phone, Jiho’s smile peeking through his words.
“It feels good to be able to call you like this again” I smiled at the sound of my brother’s voice as I looked down to my feet, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. Jiho hesitated before continuing. “I do think it’s time you take a visit to the family home though, I’d like to have a proper meeting with you.”
“I can see if one of the guys are willing to drive me there, when would you like me?” I leaned back against the doorframe, tucking my phone into my shoulder as I examined my nails, my face turning in disgust as I saw the peeling around my cuticles.
“Oh no, don’t worry about that. I can send for my driver to come get you. How does later tonight sound? Maybe 7 o’clock?” I hummed in acknowledgement, glancing at my watch to check the current time, I had some time to get myself cleaned up and ready. “Sounds good then, I’ll see you in a little bit.” As we both hung up and I slipped my head back into Felix’s room, catching him by surprise with my voice.
“Hey, Jiho wants to see me, so I’m gonna head out and go get ready.” Felix’s head tilted back in his chair, a soft grin across his cheeks.
“Oh alright, let boss man know I said hello” I nodded back to the poor, tired boy.
“Please don’t be at this for too long, try and get some sleep tonight, okay?” My smile was one of concern, knowing Felix probably wouldn’t be listening to my request.
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I pulled my towel around myself as I stepped out of the shower, the cold air hitting my skin and sending goosebumps down my spine. I wasted no time throwing on a hoodie and leggings, trying to search for some source of warmth after my long hot shower. I made haste in throwing on some makeup before styling my hair, attempting to make myself put together and clean, knowing where my plans were going to take me tonight.
“She rises from the dead.” Seongho’s voice rang through the phone, holding a bit of surprise behind his words. I held the receiver to my ear as I settled myself on the front steps of the house, waiting for the car to come pick me up.
“Glad to hear from you too, you dork.” I grinned as I stared up to the sun setting in the clear sky. A sense of relaxation sinking over my body, freshly showered and everything started to feel like it was truly falling into place, that this all might actually work out. Getting to hear Seongho’s voice again after our quick interaction in the alley brought me comfort, a warm hug of familiarity.
“Anyways, what do I owe the absolute pleasure of for this call?”
“Care to meet me in Itaewon tonight? I’ve got something I need to handle closer into the city today and would love to meet up with you, I think a night of some drinks might do us some good.” I chewed the inside of my cheek, I was fully aware this might be a mistake on a monumental scale, and I would surely get reamed for this later. But at the same time, I felt like I had finally started to gain the trust of the members, and that this might actually work out in my favor.
“That sounds fantastic!” Seongho’s gigantic smile could be heard through the phone, his joy at the prospect of getting to go out with me for a night clearly overtaking him. “Just let me know when and where.”
“The usual place sound good? Oh, and do you still have that change of clothes I left at your place? I’m not particularly dressed for the club.” My heart felt warm, I was sure I could properly balance my two lives together. Under no means did I want to completely cut Seongho out of my life, and no matter what Chan and Minho said, I felt like if I at least stayed in contact with him, I could at least keep tabs on his safety.
“I sure do, I’ll bring them with me, just keep me updated!” Almost on cue, a blacked out vehicle started to pull into the driveway, coming to a stop before me.
“Will do, I gotta go though, I’ll talk to you later!” I hung up the phone as a gentleman stepped from the driver's seat. His ashy blonde hair settled down, framing each side of his face. He was larger in stature than I had expected, standing much taller than myself. He crossed around the vehicle, opening the back door for me and allowing me to slip in, shutting the door behind me. As he sat into the driver seat, he settled in and buckled his seat belt, putting the car into drive and back in motion. We sat in painful silence for a bit, before he finally spoke up.
“It’s an honor to finally meet the one and only Choi y/n. Heard a lot about you from Jiho.”
“So are you the family driver now?” I shuffled in my seat slightly, leaning forward to try and get closer to the mystery driver. “Could I know your name so I can properly address you?” His eyes met mine through the rearview mirror for a moment, hesitation before he spoke.
“Yunho, ma’am.” He kept his tone professional, crisp and emotionless.
“Well nice to meet you too Yunho, I hope my brother doesn’t treat you too harshly” Our eyes met again in the rearview as I gave him a slight wink. If I was to eventually take side by my brother, I knew at some point a ‘good cop bad cop’ dynamic was to take place, and I was fully aware what side I’d be on.
Pulling up at the family estate felt more foreign than I had expected. I was still quite familiar with the home, having helped my dad and brother move into it before leaving, but after ten years anything is inevitably going to drastically change. Yunho rounded the car, opening my door for me as I stepped out.
Walking up the front steps, I hesitated at the door, curious on if I should knock or not. Opting for the latter, I pushed the door open, slowly slipping inside.
“Knock knock!” I called out, watching Jiho exit the hallway at the top of the stairs, making his way down into the foyer with a smile.
“Welcome home, good to see you back here.” He stopped before me, a moment of silence before he startled himself into speaking again. “Do I need to show you around?” I waved him off with a shake of the head, still fully remembering the home. “Alright, well let’s head back to the office. There’s some things I wish to discuss with you.” I tried to hold myself strong as I followed Jiho through the halls, passing different staff members of the home. Their eyes fell on me in shock, clearly surprised by my presence. I held my shoulders back, remembering within these walls I was back to a position of power as a Choi, a feeling I had been unfamiliar of following me for so long.
The two of us took our place in our seats, him behind Father’s old desk, myself crossing my legs in the seat across from it. It felt surreal being back here, a place I had been so distant to. I thought about everything that may have taken place here over the years, the time wasted that I was unable to spend with Father before his passing.
“How have things been going with SKZ?” Jiho settled the things on the desk in front of him, placing the items in neat stacks and he tried to clear it all.
“Um yeah, I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you about that. Has Chan spoken to you yet?” Jiho’s brow raised, a perplexed look at what I could be hinting towards. “Well I take that as no, Felix has found some irregularities lately.” Jiho sat back in his seat, elbow resting on the arm rest and chin settled in hand. I cleared my throat before continuing. “Were you aware of chemical shipments coming in?” His eyes grew, surprised by my words.
“I can’t say I was, I don’t have a hand in any of the shipments besides what Chan tells me. Any clues as to who might be behind them?” I shook my head with a frown, my thumb digging into the palm of my hand.
“They’re still trying to get to the bottom of it, the codes have been difficult to work with.” Jiho hummed with a nod, leaning forward and scribbling something down on the paper in front of him. It felt different to see Jiho in work mode, his joyful demeanor now more serious and firm, a side of him I would now have to get more comfortable with being around.
“Did Dad know anything about this before his passing? Didn’t say anything to you about it?” Jiho cleared his throat as he shook his head, pressing his fingers across his lips, clearly still unsettled by the topic of our late father.
“No. He didn’t say anything.” He looked pained as he stared down at the desk, I couldn’t imagine how he was feeling, being by his side for so many years, working so closely with him. To now handling everything on his own, abruptly alone in the family’s business. I could understand why he wanted me home, it was a lot to take on by yourself in such a short span of time.
“How are you holding up? Since he left?” My concern poured out to him, I knew he was one to always hide his true feelings, keeping a strong face for those around him even when hurt. Jiho shrugged, trying to push off the emotions.
“He had a bad feeling it was coming, so we were slightly prepared.” His pen tapped on the desk, avoiding my gaze as he focused on the click.
“How did they even get past security? Didn’t you say it happened here?” I shuffled in my seat, growing nervous at the state of the safety of the home.
“We still aren’t quite sure, we’ve had a team investigating it.” Jiho’s avoidance at eye contact made me weary, I knew that he was fully aware it wasn’t safe to stay here, yet I also knew he would continue on like nothing happened. He had always been a stubborn one, set on his ways.
“So you might not even be safe here, why haven’t you left?” There was nothing I wanted more than to reach out and shake him, try and knock some sense into him. Jiho’s stupidity starting to drive my patience up the wall.
“I’ll be alright, I need to handle things here in his place. I can’t properly do so in hiding.” I rolled my eyes, it’d be a long argument on the matter, prolonged much further than just this conversation.
“Still, Jiho. You need to be more careful. You’ve got me in a safe house, why can’t you do the same for yourself? What if they come after us next?” I could hear my voice starting to raise, feeling a sense of idiocy in the air at his choice to stay at home.
“I can hold my own, y/n. Dad trained me well.” Jiho tried to keep me calm, sensing I was quickly about to get worked up. “Speaking of which, how’s your training going?” My lips pressed into a line, irritated at his abrupt change of the subject.
“It’s going well, SKZ are good at what they do.” I kept my response short, clearly seeing the unimportance of the topic when there were different matters to discuss.
“And Minho?” I scoffed as I tilted my head back, still not quite sure where I was landing with him, his hot and cold habits still bugging me.
“He’s been a tough one to crack, but he’s been teaching me well.” I tapped my finger against the armrest of the chair, not particularly wanting to continue on the topic of Lee Minho.
“Well keep up the hard work, hopefully soon you can join me here and we can be even stronger.” He continued to scribble something away on the paper, eyes not meeting mine as he spoke again. “Dad would be proud of you.” I rose, crossing to the wall as I scanned the books adorning the shelves. The room felt like a time capsule, housing all of Dad’s old belongings, items he had collected over the years. I yearned for just one last moment with him, the chance to have actually gotten to say goodbye, to hug him one last time.
I had been trying to ignore my grief for so long, telling myself that if I had thought about it too much, it would get in the way of my training. Yet now, face to face with his old office, I could feel the tears starting to well in my eyes. It was only Jiho and I left, and I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. I took a deep breath as I blinked away the sting in my eyes, fighting off the emotions flooding over me. It felt like my family was falling apart, and I would stop at nothing to prevent myself from losing Jiho as well.
He gave me a run down of the logistics of joining him, and what he’s had to take over since father’s passing. A lot of business jargon I couldn’t quite keep up with, my brain turning to mush as I tried to take mental note of it all. Jiho rose from his seat as he concluded his speech, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
“Anyways, I just wanted to check in with you, and get you up to speed on the happenings since you’ve been gone. Expect me to keep in touch, I want updates on your training, and if Felix comes up with anything else.” I nodded as I made my way to the door, Jiho speaking one last time before my exit. “It’s good to have you back, y/n. Let’s make Mom and Dad proud.” I gave a pained smile to him as I opened the door, the weight of everything currently sitting heavy atop my shoulders.
I made my way back out to the front of the house, Yunho sitting in the car waiting for my arrival back. Everything was starting to feel so real, that this wasn’t some crazy prolonged dream of mine. It still felt weird that each day I wouldn’t wake up, have my cup of coffee, and get ready for my shift at Blossom. My old way of life was gone, quickly replaced by one of constant flips and turns.
Yunho quickly hopped from the car at noticing my approach, circling to open my door and allow me in once more. I leaned my head back in my seat, over analyzing my situation. Yunho turned the car on, slowly pulling from the driveway and onto the street. As we reached closer to the fork in the road that would depict our destination, I leaned forward, pointing to the left.
“Can we head toward Itaewon please? I have someone I need to meet with.” Yunho glanced back at me as we came to a stop sign, clearly unsure of how to respond.
“I was told to take you home ma’am…” I tried to hold my shoulders strong, an attempt to fake confidence as I tried to use my status to my advantage for the first time.
“I know, but I have some things to handle. Itaewon please.” He bit his cheek slightly as he nodded nervously, hesitant on listening. But finally he pulled the car to the left towards Itaewon. I sat back with a smile, victory in my lap.
I pulled my phone out, sending Seongho a text to let him know I was on my way. Thankfully my meeting with Jiho had taken up quite a bit of time, nearing us closer into the night now. I directed Yunho to my meeting spot with Seongho, pulling up a while later to him sat on a bench outside.
“Perfect, thank you so much Yunho! No need to get my door, I can handle it.” I quickly hopped from the car, eager to get out before things backfired on me. I waved him goodbye as I crossed to Seongho, wrapping him in a hug before he handed me the bag with my dress and shoes. “Fantastic. I’m gonna slip into a bathroom and get changed really quick.”
As I pulled my dress over my body, I quickly shuffled out of my tennis shoes and into my heels. Tossing the hoodie and shoes into the bag as I exited the stall and checked myself in the mirror. The small black, spaghetti strap dress was one I hadn’t had the opportunity to wear for a while. Instead it surely was collecting dust inside of Seongho’s apartment from the last time I had crashed there after a night of clubbing, then stealing his clothes in the morning before leaving. I had missed the dress, but at least it was convenient that it was in his possession at the current moment.
I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way back outside to Seongho, a smile stretching across his face as I appeared, eyeing over my figure.
“DAMN. There she is again, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.” He clapped in joy as I slung the bag over my shoulder, my own smile adorning my cheeks. I beckoned him in the neon lit direction of our favorite club, his feet following mine in tow as his arm stretched across my shoulders.
“Com’on dork, let’s go have a good night like old times.”  
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The Type You Save - O N E
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Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
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“It’s interesting.”  
“What’s interesting?”  
“All of the evidence points to the mafia except that I’m sure the heist will be pulled off by a woman.”  
“What makes you say that?”  
James looks up at the ceiling while he continues to stroke Alexandra’s back enjoying her warm skin distracting himself.  Her head was on his chest, he could feel her star pendant on pressed against him skin.  
“James? You gonna answer or keep giving me lightening touches?” 
“Lightening touches?” 
“You keep running your fingers over my back and it always send little bolts of energy through my body.”  Alex smiled up at him. “It’s distracting to me and to you.”  
“Sorry love.  You just feel so soft.”  James kissed her head.  “The thief will probably be a woman.  The space, the timing, I would use a woman.  They can get into tighter places.”  
“Oh.  That makes sense.   So, has she pulled it off yet?”  Alex started to kiss on his bare chest.  
“Alex,” he warns.  He feels her smiling against his skin. “She hasn’t.  We have surveillance on the painting.  I think it would be suicidal to go in now. No clean entry and exit.”  
“Hmmm.”  Alex runs her fingers over his abs.  James takes in a breath. “So, when do you think?” 
“Next day or so.  I’ll be ready.”  He closes his eyes.  “Alexandra, what are you doing?” 
“Nothing babe.  Just enjoying you.”  
“I understand the lightening thing now.”  He flipped her so he was on top now. She giggled at him.  “And what are you laughing about?” 
“Got you right where I wanted you.”   
“Really? Who am I to disappoint you?” He leaned down for a searing kiss. Thankful they were still naked from their previous session of lovemaking, he reached down to line himself up with her and pushed in.  
She moaned from his length in her, the stretch unbelievable. “Jamie,” she whispered.  
“Do you know how much I love it when you call me Jamie?” he said with slow thrust.  
“Probably as much as when you call me Allie.  Which you hardly ever do.” She took each thrust and matched, loving to hear him groan.  
“Oh Allie,” he moaned and sped up his motions.  “I love you so much.”  
“I love you, Jamie.” She nibbled on his neck, and he grunted.  
“Cum for me Allie.  Please baby.”  He reached down to stoke her clit, drawing out the pretty moans he loves.  
“Jamie, oh god,” she squealed as she released over him.  He thrusted a couple more times and then filled her up.  
“Fuck Allie.”  He slowed and pressed his forehead on hers.  “My little doll.  I love you.”  
“I love you.”  
They fell asleep in each other’s arms.  Perfection.  
*~* 
Steve walked over to James’ desk in the precinct.  “So do we have a lead on who it could be?” 
“Possibly. I think it’s someone they’ve used before, but this thief has been inactive for a few years. Her MO hasn’t been seen in New York.  Last time was in Pittsburgh. Before that Boston.” 
“No name?” 
“Just an alias.  And it’s funny.”  
Buck, how is it funny? 
“It’s ‘The Cat.’ CatWoman.” He chuckled. “Like from the comics.”   
Steve laughed as well. “That is funny. Did Pittsburgh or Boston have any photos?”  
“Just some grainy surveillance photos.” He stood up and looked out the window.  “Shit, when did I become night?”  
“About an hour ago.”  Steve looked at his watch.  It’s almost 8.  
“Shit. I was supposed to meet up with Alex for dinner.  She is going to kill me.”  
“Give me five Bucky. Then I’ll lights and sirens you home.” He put a file on his desk.  “Boston sent a list.”  
James reviewed the list and two names stood out.  
Christian Johnathon Grey 
Alexandra Nicole Richards.   
“Bucky is that…” 
“Oh fuck.” James grabbed his gun and badge.  “We got to find her now!” 
*~* 
A nightmare.  His worst nightmare comes to life.  James raced through the empty offices, gun in hand. All of the investigating, all the time effort and resources and it was 30 minutes ago he figured out the man behind the heist. And the woman he was sending in. He knew she had a past.  She never talked about it, just small comments here or there.  He always made a note to ask but he never did.  God he wish he had. Maybe it wouldn’t have blind sided him.  He assumed it was bad.  But not this.  What did Grey have on her to do this?  “Steve, I’m approaching the office.” 
Copy, still have surveillance and they aren’t picking up anything.   
Please God, don’t let her be in there.  James slowed as he approached the door.  
“Bucky, how did she get involved? How do you know it will be here?” 
“I just know.  We’ll talk about this later.  Breaching the door.”  James opened the door and looked.  He didn’t see anything and turned to walk back out when he saw a figure in the doorway.  Dressed in a skintight black suit, googles perched on top of her dark hair, a mask covering her face. She looked like a cat, causing him to snort.  But he knew those eyes.  And the necklace around her neck, peaking from under her suit.  
He turned off his comms. “Alex.   Allie, please don’t do this.”  
She tilted her head and waved the case in her hand. She wore gloves and for a moment, James was proud of his girl for least trying not to get caught.  She moved around him, spinning him until her back was now to the window.   That’s when he noticed it was open window.  
“Alexandra, I can still help.  We can fix this. We can go home.  Please baby, don’t do this.”  James lowered his weapon. 
His cat burglar tapped the watch on her wrist.  She blew him a kiss as a tear fell. James’s phone beep and he looked down for one second.  One second for her to make it to the windows and jump.  
“No! Alex no!”  He watched as she extended her arms and the squirrel suit picked her up and she floated away.  He bowed his head.  He checked his phone. 
A: I’m sorry Jamie, I have to leave town for a little bit. I did this for family. Family over everything, remember that.   I’ll call when I’m safe.  I love you and I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.   Allie. 
Steve rushed in.   “Alex?” 
James turned on his comms. “It wasn’t her.” James looked up at him.  “It wasn’t her because she would have listened to me.”  He looked at the frame of the missing painting.  “Check it for prints.  I need some air.”  He pulled the comms from his ear.  
Steve followed him out as the CSI team came in.  When they got into the stairwell, Steve stopped James.  “Bucky?” 
“I didn’t want it to get out that it was her.  It was Alex.”  He handed off the phone.  “Grey blackmailed her.  He had to have.   And I’m not stopping until we figure out what happened.”   He took off his watch, a gift from her and looked at the inscription. Family over everything. He looked at Steve.  “I can do this alone if I have to.”  
“End of the line Buck.  Always.  Let’s go get that son of a bitch.” 
*~* Three years later *~* 
She smiled at him when she gave him the watch.  The scene morphed and she was in her catsuit, watching the tear fall.  She jumped and she was gone.  
He woke up with a start, sweat on his forehead.  A nightmare. James sat up and looked around.  His room still felt unfamiliar, cold.  Alex had left their apartment warm, her style a comfort.   But he was hardly there the last year or so.  The memories were just too much. Perhaps the threat he and Steve had received from the mob was a good thing.  
Except now he was farther away from mob boss Christian Grey. His only link to finding Alex.  Three years since she literally jumped out of his life.  No leads on her whereabouts. Just a rumor that she was out west.  But he and Steve relented, hitting place after place, looking for anything.  Eventually, they took down 80 percent of Grey’s businesses. If he couldn’t find her, he would take down the man that split his family apart.  
Grey issued a hit on them.  $2 million for each.  The police commissioner wouldn’t allow them to sacrifice themselves, so he got them jobs in San Francisco.  “Barnes, Rogers, you are the best, but this would be a fucking shit storm if Grey is able to take you out.  I’m sorry but you’re out of the NYPD.”  
“Sir, please don’t so this.” James pleaded with the commissioner.  “He’s the only link to her.”  
“Barnes, I know it’s been hard without Alex, but this is for the best.  She would kill me if I let you die.” He placed his hand on his shoulder as James bowed his head, hands on hip.  “That’s why I’m sending you to the west coast.  Your new commissioner, Stark, owed me a favor. I’m sorry.”   
That was two weeks ago. Steve and James found a big apartment to rent, they met with their new division and were adapting to being inspectors of the San Francisco Police Department. He looked at the clock.   Six AM.  He sighed and got up.  Might as well go for a run and grab coffees. He got up, got into his sweats and stretched.  He looked at the picture of Alex and kissed it, tradition before he left his home.  “I love you Alex,” he whispered.   He grabbed his keys, wallet and phone and was out.  
He put the map on his phone, still getting a bit lost in the neighborhood.  It was still a bit misty, the fog not having rolled all the way back out to the water.  So different from New York.  He ran until he hit five miles and close by his apartment.  He stopped at the corner coffee shop and ordered coffees and Danishes for him and Steve.  He glanced around the shop out of instinct.  
*~* 
Alex took the morning since she was by herself.  A rarity nowadays.  She went down to her favorite shop and took a table in the back.  The shop looked over the city, the bridge in the background.  Three years in the city but it was quiet. She hadn’t seen anyone from her past, though they tried.  Nate had tried reaching her on her secure email.  Walker had sent a threat.  But she managed to avoid Grey’s best men.  She pulled up her tablet to check on James.  
She had an alert set for him and Steve.  She read about all of his busts, trying to bring Christian down.  She closed her eyes, remembering that last night.  How broken he looked when he realized she would be the one to steal the painting.  She thought she had walked away from that life. She had found her family in James with Steve acting like her big brother. Family over everything, she reminded herself.  She did what she had to do to protect them.   
Returning to her tablet, she noticed that for the last couple of weeks, their names were not in the news.  This concerned her.  She hacked into the NYPD police database, and she saw that their named were no longer listed as officers.  She sat back, nerves taking over.  She searched the obituaries, but James and Steve were not there either.  She made a call to her best friend.  
“Nat?” 
“Ale, its early,” she heard the grumble of Natasha Romanoff, hacker Extraordinaire.  
“I know Nat I’m sorry.  I’m just freaking out right now.”  
“What’s going on babe?” 
“James and Steve haven’t been in the news for a few weeks, and I can’t find them anywhere.”  
“Ok hang on.”  She heard Nat get up and start tapping.  “Ok, I went into the personnel database.  NYPD should really work on securing that better.”  
“Nat focus please.”   
“Sorry, sorry.  Looks like there was a hit put on them from Grey.  $ 2 Million.  Jeez, that’s steep.”  
“I was expecting that.” Alex shook her head, fear starting to run through her body.  “Did they do something?” 
“Yeah, they were terminated from the force and transferred to another department.  Says files sealed.”  
“Can you get around?” 
“No, this went into the commissioner’s private server and at least that is secure.”  
“So, they’re alive?” 
“Yeah, just transferred.”  
“It’s ok.  At least they are out of New York.” Alex breathed a sigh of relief.  “Thanks Nat.”  
“No problem, babe.  Hey are you out?  Where is…” 
“Wanda,” she simply said.  
“Gotcha.  Ok.  Well relax.   I’m sure they will pop up again in the news. Heroes tend to do that.”  
“I’m sure.” Alex hung up and sipped her coffee, starting out the window lost in thought.  
*~* 
James leaned against the counter, enjoying the view.  The San Francisco Bridge was still something he was a tourist about.  He wanted to visit it, do the tour and stuff.  He took another glance around, habit as an officer making him check his surroundings.  He noted the older couple, seated together on the same side, holding hands.   His heart ached at the sight.  He noted a young woman with long dark hair.  She reminded him of Alex, her hair longer than Alex though.  A father and son chatting about school.  His name was called for his ordered.  
He got up and went to the register to pay.  He looked again at the young woman and her head turned slightly. Her profile was familiar, her long lashes framing her eyes.  He sucked in a breath.  “Alex,” he muttered.  He went to approach her.  “Excuse me?” 
Alex looked up to see a face she wasn’t expecting.  The bangs on her face changing her look but the colored contacts she wore also helped, leaving her eyes currently green.  “Yes, can I help you?” 
“Sorry, you looked like someone… I’m sorry,” James apologized.  He turned away but glimpsed a necklace.  
“It’s alright,” she said.  She got up quickly.  
“Wait,” he grabbed her arm and studied her.  “What’s your name?” 
“Nicola. Can you please let me go?”  She twisted, allowing the pendant of the necklace to show.  She got her arm free, and she exited the shop.  
James froze. The pendant, a star in rubies.  The exact necklace he had gifted her on her last birthday together.  “I’ll be back for this,” he told the waitress.  “Excuse me.”  He ran out of the shop. 
Alex walked quickly, trying to remember to breath.  He isn’t supposed to be here.  He’s supposed to be in New York.   Except he had a hit on him, and he was moved. She felt a hand on her arm, and she was pulled behind the building.  “What the fuck Alexandra?” 
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bronzeeditsx · 3 months
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Maya fanfic part 10!
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- A few hours later -
“I’m going for a run, i’ll be back in a few hours”. Maya said, now wearing running gear.
“Okay, let me know when you’re back and i’ll make dinner ready for then”. You replied.
“Will do”. She said, wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on your cheek.
Whilst she was gone you decided to look at houses that were on the market as you were both hoping to move out as soon as possible.
There was quite a few you liked however it would be best to get Maya’s opinion as well.
Before you knew it, it was already 6pm and you still hadn’t heard from her yet.
You
‘What time do you think you’ll be home? x’
Maya
’Half an hour x’.
You
‘Okay, i’ll start preparing dinner x’.
- Half an hour later -
The timer on the oven was almost about to chime and then you heard a knock on the door.
“Perfect timing”. You said, opening the door to Maya.
She had one hand on the wall beside the door and was breathing very heavily. Her face was red and there was a glimmer of sweat on her forehead.
“You alright?”, You asked, slightly worried at her state.
“Y-yeah…i’m fine”. She replied, with a forced smile.
Moving out the way for her to walk in, you placed a hand on her lower back as she walked to the kitchen.
She sat on one of the bar stools and wiped her forehead with her sleeve.
“Should I quickly get a shower?”. She asked.
“You probably won’t have time as the food will go cold”.
“Okay”. She replied, taking off her jacket leaving her in a sports bra.
You glanced a smile at her and then dished the food out also placing a glass of water next to her.
Picking up your fork about to take a mouthful you noticed the glass was already empty and her hand was on her forehead as she stared blankly at the food, her fork still laying beside the plate.
“You alright?”. You asked.
“Y-yeah”. She replied, picking up the fork.
However you soon noticed she hadn’t eaten anything yet, just played with it.
“Do you not like it?".
“No it’s not that”. She shook her head.
You gave her a worried look as her face went extremely pale.
Suddenly she sprung off the bar stool and ran to the sink and threw up.
“Ughh”. She groaned, placing both hands on either side of the sink.
“How far did you run?”. You asked, quickly moving by her side.
“20 miles”.
“Did you rest?”.
“Not much”. She murmured.
“Oh maya”, You replied, rubbing her back.
Once she felt the sickness was over she turned back towards you with a sheep-ish look.
“Sorry, I don’t think I can stomach dinner”. She said, rubbing her eye.
“No it’s fine, just get something when you’re ready”. You said and brought her into a hug, soon realising she was still slightly sweaty but you didn’t care.
She nodded her head.
You walked back to your plate and carried on eating.
“I’m gonna get a bath to ease my muscles”. She said walking towards the stairs stiffly.
“Okay love”.
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Cleaning up the plates you put them on the drying rack and then thought to check on Maya.
You knocked on the bathroom door and opened it, all you saw was her head as the bath was filled with lots of foam and bubbles, which had a nice scent.
“You alright?”. She asked.
“Yes, I was just wondering if I could join you”, You replied, with a nervous smile as you haven’t bathed together before.
“Of course”. She smiled.
Closing the door behind you, you slowly started to take your clothes off.
Maya was caught between whether to watch or look at the bubbles in front of her.
“I’ll sit behind you, I don’t want to put any pressure on your legs”. You said.
“Okay”, She replied, moving forward.
You got in behind her meaning she could rest over you. As she leant back into the crook of your neck you placed soft kisses along hers.
She hummed in pleasure with a big smile on her face as she lay peacefully reducing her discomfort.
“I love you”. You whispered in her ear.
With a slight giggle she replied “I love you too”.
Your fingers trailed along her skin as you soothed her even more. Any guilt she felt was now gone.
Eventually the water turned cold and the bubbles started to fade so you thought it was best if you got out.
Drying off with a towel and changing into some pyjamas, you noticed Maya still seemed quite hesitant as she was moving around.
As she went to put on her top you stopped her and did it for her.
“Thanks, but it’s my legs that are sore”. She said.
“Aww does that mean you can’t slide tackle anymore?”, You joked sarcastically.
“I’ll tackle you in a minute”. She replied, walking after you.
Laughing you ran to your bed but before you could make it there her arms were already around you taking you down on the mattress.
As she lay over you, you leant in as if you were going to kiss her and she fell for it, until quickly you wrapped your arms around her instead and pinned her down so you were now on top of her.
“Wow”, She giggled.
“That’s what you get”, You smirked.
You leant in again but this time you actually kissed her softly on the lips.
“Is that it?”. She joked.
“You want more?”.
Her cheeks started blushing red.
“I’m gonna need more than that”. You asked with a smile.
“I want you”.
“I’m right here”.
“No I-i mean-“.
Before she could finish your lips were already on her neck firmly.
The kisses went back and forth also to her lips and your tongue trailed down her throat.
A few seconds later your kisses trailed down her body to her legs lingering on them until you went more central…
-
Not soon later her legs were slightly shaking as she lay in euphoria.
“Was that more than enough for you?”. You joked.
“Yes”, She chuckled still with her eyes slightly closed.
“I don’t think it made your legs much better”, You said, rubbing over them.
“I don’t care”.
You then cuddled up to her but lay just slightly next to her giving her legs more space.
- The next day -
It was now training before the match against Everton away.
Luckily for Maya though it didn’t involve too much running and was mostly in the gym.
Everyone knows Maya loves a good ride on the bike and it’s difficult to beat her distance so when she said she’s going to do some weights instead, people were catching on.
“You not joining us today Maya?”, Leah asked from across the room.
“No i thought i’d just work on my arms”, She replied.
“Come on, who else is going to push us until our limits?”. Keets asked.
“Sorry guys it’s just my legs are quite tired”.
“How come?”. Rach asked who was next to Maya.
She then glanced over to you.
“Uhh I saw that look le tiss”. Millie said, who was next to you.
“What do you mean?”. Maya replied now slightly going red.
“I bet y/n knows why they are”.
“Yes I do…she went on a run”. You replied smoothly.
“Exactly I ran 20 miles yesterday”.
“hmm, what about after that?”. Millie asked trying to stir the pot as the rest of your teammates sat and watched eagerly.
Maya tried to hide her feelings but as soon as she made eye contact with you it was game over.
She started giggling trying to hide her blushed face with her top and you covered your eyes. Both of your minds couldn’t help but replay what happened.
This caused the whole room to burst out laughing.
Millie was always the one who asked the most awkward questions at the worst time.
“Nothing happened”. Maya said still hidden in her top.
She was digging a deeper hole for herself, bless her.
“Mill leave them alone”. Ella said trying to help you out the situation.
Maya came out of hiding and tried to carry on her workout as normal as possible.
Not long after it was time for lunch.
-
In the cafe you sat next to each other as usual but hoping that everyone took their attention off what happened earlier.
Getting out your phone you started looking at potential houses again, but it seemed any that were nice were far too expensive and you felt like maybe this is starting to feel like a mistake.
“Have you found anything nice yet?”, Maya asked noticing what was on your phone.
“No not yet, all too expensive”.
“Are you still taking out a loan?”.
“I don’t know”.
“You don’t know?”, Maya replied with a tone to her voice.
“Do you think we’re rushing into it?”.
“I thought you wanted to live with me?”.
“I do…it’s just”.
“It’s just what?”.
“Doesn’t matter”.
“Well it does matter, you need to sort it out because you’re currently staying at my house rent free, you still haven’t sold your apartment and now your saying you don’t want to live together, no one else is going to accommodate you”. Maya said sternly.
Her words felt like a stab in the heart.
Tears started to sting your eyes and you quickly got up and left to the bathroom, you couldn’t believe what you heard.
“Y/n wait”. Maya said from across the room but it was too late.
“Trouble in paradise”, Millie joked from across the room.
Maya sighed and shook her head, regretting deeply what she just said.
The rest of the day consisted of you trying to avoid her as long as possible until it was time to go back to her house.
By the time you reached her car she was already sat in it. You got in and slammed the door, there was then a deafening silence.
“Y/n I’m s-“.
“I don’t care”. You replied.
“I shouldn’t have said that”.
You just looked out the window.
Maya sighed.
“I’m trying my best okay, you say you want to live with me but you haven’t even looked for a new house once”. You shouted, turning towards her.
“I know”. She replied looking down.
“Yes you’re right I have no one else to live with but when the one person I do want to be with is basically telling me to get out It really fucking hurts”.
“Sorry”.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, you know I can’t afford a house, but I thought as long as i’m with you it will be okay and I even took into consideration you not wanting to get an apartment for Mocha to give him more space”.
( I just realised i’ve been accidentally calling Mocha a she the whole time, sorry about that. )
“When did I say I didn’t want to get an apartment?”. She asked.
“Well I just assumed because you already had a house that you’d want to move into another one”.
“I thought you also wanted to get a house considering you made a whole Pinterest board for them”.
“I did that for you”.
“Do you want to look at apartments then?”.
“That’s probably what’s best at the moment”.
“Okay let’s go then”.
“What do you mean?”.
“We’re going to look at some apartments that I booked viewings for, that were similar to your pinterest board”. She said with a smirk.
“Fuck off”.
“I’m being serious”.
“No you’re not”.
“I swear on my life”. She said starting the engine.
“You promise”.
“Yes I promise”.
She was about to finally pull out the parking space but your lips firmly met hers.
After a few seconds she pulled away “Come on we’re going to be late”.
You laughed at her.
She looked back over to you with a smile.
“How far away is it?”.
“Twenty minutes”.
“Okay…also why did you make me feel like shit earlier when you knew you had this planned?”.
“Sorry I was stressed because you literally said maybe living together was a mistake and then I would have planned all of this for nothing”.
“Hmm fair enough”.
- A few hours later -
It was time to look at the last apartment, the others you looked at were really nice but as soon as you stepped in you knew this was the one.
It was in a perfect area, very spacious, the interior was beautiful and the price was very reasonable.
“Do you think this is the one?”. Maya asked.
“Yes I think it is”. You smiled.
After talking to the owner for a bit you thanked them and started making your way back to Maya’s.
“We should make an offer when we get back”. Maya said.
“Sounds like a good idea”. You couldn’t stop smiling.
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Hi! I was wondering if maybe for the Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU you were open to writing something in which the reader and Gerald have a fluffy moment. Perhaps they have an argument and the reader being pregnant is more emotional, and in turn she snaps at him. In turn Geralt feels sort of bad and in his own way tries to make up for it. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense! Have a good day🧸
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Drabble request: Pregnancy Fluff
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Tw: fluff, a smidge of angst, hospital, talking ab injury, heavy drinking implied, talking about forced pregnancy and purposely switching out birth control, talking about forced marriage, if I’m missing any please let me know! 
A/N: this is the first addition I’ve done w pregnancy mentioned at the end of part 1 so I was excited to switch it up a bit! It took me forever to think of a reason they’d fight so that’s why it took me a while longer than my other requests. Enjoy! 
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“Are you fucking crazy?” You screamed as you stormed into the hospital room. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
“I’m fine, I promise.” Geralt groaned and you could hear the beeping of his heart rate increasing when you came in. If you weren’t so furious you’d think it’s sweet. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay.” Seeing your husband whom you truly despised bruised and damaged lying in a hospital made you feel a way you hadn’t felt about Geralt in a long time. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t do this to her.” You began to sob into the palms of your hands to conceal how you felt.
Your hormones are awful, that’s it, you hate him.
He moved his leg over and forced you to sit beside him in the bed. He laid his large hand on the curve of your stomach. “I drank too much and miscalculated the distance.”
You’d gotten a rushed phone call from Keith, his security, late at night as you were getting ready to fall asleep. During a local show, he tried to jump from a pavilion aside the stage, to the speaker but crashed and ended up in an ambulance.
“You can’t do this shit anymore,” you sniffled. The sight of him more damaged than you ever had was making you go into hyperdrive as you cried harder. “We’re gonna be parents soon, and I need you here with me to do that.”
“I’m sorry…” he whispered, he cupped your cheek and you laid into his hand. “I’m gonna start being more responsible. I’ve wanted this baby with you for so long, I’m not going anywhere.”
The later you got into your pregnancy the more often you forgot the circumstances of your conception. Him replacing your birth control pills, refusing to pull out, he had a plan and you were unaware of it till you went to your doctor’s. After running tests it showed you had been weaned off your birth control for some time. You screamed your head off at Geralt, till your breath grew thin and your arms became weak. You wanted to fucking kill him.
The stiff smell of antiseptic cleaning supplies in the hospital made you feel almost nauseous and dizzy but you weren’t leaving his side anytime soon. He forced you into it and he’s not getting away from this anytime soon. You’re not going to be a single mother no matter what.
“Nothings broken, but gotta take it slow for the next week.” He assured you. “They’re keeping me overnight to make sure my concussion doesn’t worsen.”
You shamefully cried harder. You hated your pregnancy brain and how irrational and emotional it made you. He’s had another concussion in your time of knowing him, but that one was after a rowdy bar fight. “I’m not leaving until you leave.” You insisted, sniffling and shaking your head.
He let out a heavy sigh before forcing you to lay beside him in the small bed. His hands always made their way to your stomach as if they belonged there. No matter where you were or what you were doing you could guarantee he’d find a way to feel her. “We don’t need any more stress on the little one.”
You shook your head. “No, I’m not leaving.”
“Okay, just breathe.” He affirmed. “I’m not leaving my girls anytime soon.”
You blinked away tears. You hate him, why are you crying? He forced you into all of this but right now the only comfort you need is to feel his holding your round belly and the sound of his breathing.
“Don’t do that shit again.” You mumbled, laying close to his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The baby took so much energy from you, you were constantly tired and could fall asleep no matter where you were or what you were doing.
“I promise.” He kissed the top of your head. “Till death do us part, remember?”
You practically restrained yourself from cringing. And just like that, you hated him again. The marriage he forced you into carrying like a trap for the rest of your life and the baby that sealed his wishes.
“I know you were asleep, weren’t you?” He smirked looking at your sweatpants and a large t-shirt.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Go to sleep, I’ll be fine I’m not tired.” His sleep schedule was the polar opposite of yours. He rarely slept and often just laid in bed till you fell asleep then go do other tasks making sure not to wake you. Or he’d stay in bed and hold you, not taking his eyes off you like a hawk as if you’d be able to escape him in your condition in the first place.
After a few minutes as you danced on the bridge of unconsciousness, you heard him whisper under his breath. “I’m so in love with you.” Believing you had fallen asleep by now.
You hated how quickly you had responded. “I love you too...Dumbass.”
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A/N: Sorry, this is so short! This series is primarily request-driven so if you’d like to hear your own scenarios played out send an ask! I write them in the order I receive them so if I haven’t gotten to yours yet just know I will get to it and will be responding to each one.
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harlequin-hangout · 1 year
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For a Mortal Chapter 2
Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist
< Part 1 | Part 3 >
Pairing: Dom!Loki x f!Reader
Warnings: Self esteem problems, self deprecation, ⚠️abuse (past, not from Loki)⚠️, minor breaking and entering
Contains: Angst, maybe a little fluff, brain not processing the literal god, descriptions of sensual fluffiness
Word Count: 2.2k
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A/N: Chapter 2!! This was inspired by this ask by @michelleleewise​. This is my first attempt at writing any kind of fan fiction, so please be kind. Thank you so much to @vbecker10 and @soubi001 for all the help with this chapter!! I'm so sorry that it took so long, inspiration hasn't been showing its face for this series.
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You groan, hearing the all-too-familiar 10 am alarm blaring next to you. Why you had never turned off that damned alarm, you’d never know. It’s not like you had anything to do that day, but it wasn’t good for your mental health to stay in bed. Turning off the alarm, you stare at the ceiling. Did last night really happen? It couldn’t have . . . right? Magic, gods, teleportation . . . it couldn’t exist in real life. That was ridiculous. . . wasn’t it? You haul yourself out of bed, gingerly pressing the bathroom door open. Everything was just as you’d left it. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and a combination of makeup and sanitary products littered the counter. Notably though, where you remembered placing a pine scented green candle last night was only a few drops of green wax. You stare at the empty counter space, ignoring your phone when it starts to ring. How was it gone?? Did Loki take it back? How were you supposed to contact him again? You sigh and rub your eyes, already wanting to crawl back into your bed. Last night was definitely too good to be true. Your phone began to ring again, Caller ID showing your friend Sobhana – Soubi for short – on the screen.
“Mmmh . . . Morning . . .” you groan.
“Hey! Someone sounds like she had a long night,” Soubi teased.
“Something like that . . . Either that or I’m losing my mind. What’s up?”
“Val and I were gonna grab something to eat at that Thai place you like. Wanna come?”
“Thank you so much for thinking of me, Soubi, but I don’t have money to eat out. I’d love to see you guys though, would you want to come hang out later today?” You heard Soubi laugh a little on the other end of the line.
“Don’t use your customer service apology on me. Did I ask if you had money? I got you, we’ll meet you there at 11:30. Sound good?” Soubi stated, leaving no room for arguments. “You can repay me by filling me in on all the work drama. I swear, that boss of yours gets dumber every time you tell me about him.” You burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. Every time you talked to Darren Albright, the stories got more and more unbelievable.
“Deal, and this weekend I’ll make you and Val some of that baked mac and cheese. We can have movie night at my place.”
“Movies sound great! I’ll always brie up for them, even if you pick the ones that are pasta-tively cheesy.” You could practically hear Soubi’s grin as you groan at her awful puns. She had more puns ready for any situation than anyone you’d ever met, and you absolutely adored her for it. Plus, two can play at that game.
“I better get ready, or I’m Ghouda be late.” You poke back at her, only lasting a couple moments before dissolving into giggles. “Yeah, no, that was bad. Yours was so much better! I’ll see you at 11?”
“You’ll get on my level one day, see you then!” Soubi hung up with a click, and you were left to search your closet for something clean to wear.
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You hadn't said much since you’d arrived at the restaurant. If Val and Soubi noticed, they hadn’t said anything so far. You mumbled your thanks as the waiter set the plate down in front of you, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh.
“Y/N, you’re really quiet. That isn’t like you, what’s going on?” Val spoke up from across the table, concern in her eyes.
“It’s just . . .” You take another deep breath. “So, I might be going crazy. I had this . . . this dream, I guess? I dunno. I wouldn’t really call it a dream, it was so vivid, I could have sworn it was a memory, but I’m not sure what else to think.”
“Well, what’s going on?” Soubi inquires from your left. “If there’s something weird going on, you can always tell us.”
“Okay . . . Well it started after Darren called me last night.” You spent the next  thirty minutes filling your friends in on the previous evening’s crazy adventure. From the candle to the shower, to the almost – almost – platonic domination. “He didn’t even push for sex! Like I said, it’s like he could watch my memories . . . he knew exactly what I liked, but also what to avoid in order to make sure I was comfortable.”
“Wait, after all of that you didn’t fuck him??” Val almost screamed, and you had to fight back a giggle when she realized that people were looking. 
“No! We talked for a while, there was some gentle hair pulling while we made out, but he didn’t try anything unless he asked first or I initiated. I’m sure it would have been amazing if we had, though . . . I wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy who knows exactly what I want.”
“Sounds like an in-depth knowledge of sin and temptation are in your future and this god person is there to give a self guided tour.” Soubi’s comment almost made you blow soda out of your nose, and you take a few minutes to stop yourself from choking. Val was the first to regain control of her laughter.
“Soubi’s got a point though,” Val stated, wiping a tear from her eye. “He sounds too amazing to have been anything other than an imagination.” 
“See, that’s what I thought at first, but there’s these little green droplets of wax where the candle used to be.”
“Used to be?” Val raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. That’s really weird.”
“I mean, that’s physical evidence. That definitely means SOMETHING was there.” Soubi’s eyebrows creased. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she was definitely getting worried. “Do you have any makeup that could have left it? You accidentally melted that lipstick while trying to fix a break in it a while back.”
“You have a point, but I’m absolutely certain. I don’t own any makeup that color, and it was the exact same green with the same pine scent lingering. I have absolutely no idea what else it could be. I think I may be going crazy . . .” Your gaze drops to the table. You really didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other explanation. Some kind of psychotic break was the only logical explanation.
“Crazy, nothing, I’m worried that someone has been in your apartment.” Soubi muttered under her breath. “If someone was in your place, that’s really dangerous. They could have laced your food with stuff, or even the candle somehow. A hallucination would explain the god man appearing in your bathroom.” You glance at Val out of the side of your eye.
“I mean . . . It’s totally possible, but we still love you. I think you’re fine though honestly, you’ve been going through a lot lately, especially with your crappy job. I’m sure your mind is just looking for a way to deal with it while you're sleeping. Maybe get some extra locks though?” You smile softly, grateful to have friends with your best interest at heart.
“Yeah, extra locks seem like an amazing idea. But speaking of my crappy job . . . I believe I promised Soubi an update. Darren called me yesterday to tell me that I haven’t been doing anything for the company.”
“What??” Soubi hissed. “Didn’t you build an entirely new backend to make intake smoother?”
“Yup.”
“And you do all the upkeep on it, right?”
“All by myself, I don’t know if he even knows how it works.” A wicked smile creeps across Val’s face.
“You should quit. It isn’t like he’s paying you anyway. Just quit and wait for him to come crawling back to you when he realizes how much you actually do.”
“As satisfying as that could be, he’s an Albright, he might make sure that I never work in the film industry again, and I’ve worked way too hard to get here.”
“Do you really think he’d do that?” Val inquired.
“Well . . . no, not really, but I also think that if I walk, I’m never getting my job back. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, and if I step out of Darren’s company on terms like this, then I can’t use him as a reference. I’ll be back to square one . . .”
“Hey, look at me?” Soubi asks. “ You won’t be starting from square one. You’ll be starting from experience. I’ve seen you grow so much over the past year and a half, especially after you finally cut off contact with your ex. We’re going to support you no matter what.” You beam, taking a deep breath and feeling a moment of peace for the first time in the last couple months. Your life had become so hectic, but Val and Soubi had remained your constant. As long as you have your friends, you can get through whatever this curveball turns out to be. 
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Your laptop dings with the fifth email from Albright.  Even though he accused you of not doing anything, you still seemed to be getting a lot put on your plate. You look over the new client application, grabbing your mug of hot chocolate from your side table. The application was for a new marketing client, and they were only asking for a basic social media consultation and re-do of their old logo. You sip your mug as you spend the next few hours going over the company site and social media, compiling a list of suggestions and replying to Darren’s email with your recommendations. By midnight, you had sorted through all the new clients and organized materials for the current client, plus re-worked part of your backend system to make finding client information easier. You stand, making your way to the kitchen. After depositing your empty mug in the sink, you grab a cup of water to take with you to bed. Today has been hard, but you won’t let it get the better of you.
The next two days passed without anything of note happening. Your days are mostly spent messaging the group chat with Soubi and Val (Soubi has nicknamed it My Taste in Buds a while back) and job applications. You needed income from somewhere, and Darren wasn’t cutting it. Coffee shops, restaurants, and even some retail stores had been checked off the list, but it was Saturday and you weren’t likely to hear anything  back on the weekends. You close your laptop and head to the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower sounds like the most amazing thing right now.
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The water pours over your skin and the steam fills your lungs. You’d finished washing ages ago, but it was nice to take a moment to breathe. In here, nothing could bother you. Not Darren, not bills, not unanswered job applications. You could stay in your little bubble and pretend for just one moment that everything was okay. You’d been able to sit with the events of your dream, and process. Val was right, this was probably your brain rationalizing. The human brain is such an amazing thing, it never stops working. It probably took spots of stuff on your counter and the amount of smut that you read and turned it into a coping mechanism while you slept. You had to admit, it had been nice. His slender fingers sliding through your hair. The gentle way he spoke. His voice had been both masculine and ethereal. Both commanding and comforting. The way he had spoken to you after he pulled you away from your shower . . . The softness wasn’t something you were used to. You barely knew the man – god, if he was to be believed – but he was more considerate of your wants and your needs than anyone you’d ever dated. Hell, most of the people who called you a friend didn’t seem to care. Outside of Val and Soubi, it seemed that most people kept you around because of things they thought that you could do for them. It made perfect sense that your brain would supply a tall, dark, and elegant man with a voice as smooth as velvet to help meet the needs in your life that were left unfulfilled. You spend a few more moments reminiscing on the dream, focusing on how his hands felt on your skin as his lips brushed yours, waiting for you to close the last breath of space between the two of you instead of just taking what he wanted. He was too good to be true, and almost definitely couldn’t exist outside of a dream. You toweled off, wrapping that towel around yourself before reaching to grab another for your hair. You pause, sniffing the towel. Something didn’t smell right . . . It wasn’t the towels, and it wasn’t the clothes you had piled on the floor . . . You grabbed the knife that you kept in your bedside table for protection and quietly made your way towards the living room and the front door. As you stepped out of the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks. You recognized the scent, but what was it? You take stock of your apartment. Everything seems to be in place, the door is locked, the windows are closed . . . What could that smell be? Then it hits you. It’s leather. Leather and sandalwood. And sitting on the side table next to your laptop is a familiar green pine tree  scented candle.
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