#i don't normally do fluff or established/developing relationships

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Title: The Tradition of You and Me

Pairing: Alex Turner/Miles Kane

Summary: One summer, Alex and Miles watch the Euro Cup together. It becomes something of a tradition. Tags: Fluff, Smut, Developing Relationship

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

so a couple of months ago @daddy-long-legssss made this post about miles and alex watching the euro cup together in miles's mr bridger designs and... well, this happened. it was meant to be a short drabble fic, but it's me, so naturally feelings got involved and it's now 4,000+ words 😅

i know it's been taking forever for me to post the next chapter of four walls (i'm so sorry, it really is SO nearly there, but it probably will still be about a week before it's actually ready for posting), so i thought i'd share this in the meantime! i hope you enjoy, if you feel like it then feedback would absolutely make my day 🥰

[ssahotchnerr]

possible idea for married hotch since you asked for requests😋 (and cause i love your writing)

maybe one where he gets injured and with the rest of the bau he’s just brushing it off but when wifey pulls up? different story.

he’s just all 🥺🥺 at her and the team is like wtaf?

also can i be 🌊 anon pretty please?

healing touches

i love that 🥺🥺🤕 cw; bau fem!reader, established relationship (hehe they're soooo in love), injury/blood descriptions, aaron being stubborn🙄, playful banter, fluff <333

The first SUV arrived back at the police department after apprehending the unsub. Morgan, JJ and Prentiss walked inside, pulling their vests off in sync.

You might have been mistaken, but their gazes immediately locked onto you as they removed their protective gear. Their stares were almost unsettling, as if they knew something you didn’t, and were waiting to see the rest unfold. Unease filled you from head to toe.

"Hey," you stacked a few files together, placing them down. "How'd it go? Did you get him?"

"Yeah, 'course we did." Morgan sauntered over, dropping his vest onto the table with a thud.

"Well," Emily added, a slight grimace on her face. "Not without putting up a relentless fight. It wasn't pretty, I'll tell you that."

A bad feeling formed in your gut. Even Spencer's attention was gained, his head lifting from his book.

"What do you me-"

Your words were interrupted by Aaron and JJ walking in. JJ, perfectly fine. Aaron on the other hand, was moving at a much slower speed than normal, definitely banged up with a fair amount of blood present on his face.

Your eyes widened in alarm, meeting him halfway.

"Oh my god, Aaron. Are you okay?" You immediately unstrapped his vest for him, tucking it under your arm. The lessening pressure seemed to help some, light tension lifting from his body.

Your hand raised to cup his jaw, moving it gently to observe the damage. There was definitely a developing bruise underneath his right eye, his forehead and cheek were both littered with scrapes of all shapes and sizes. Aaron winced when his head reached a particular angle, and it wasn't a subtle wince either. It was a startling jolt, agonizing pain obvious.

But it was at your touch, and your presence, that his eyes softened. The stagnant sharpness dissolving as he looked at you with a tenderness that was almost too raw to hide. You pulled back to get a better look at him as whole, ensuring he was fully intact.

"He's 'fine', in case you were wondering. Only told us 'bout a million times." Morgan added air quotes, sitting down and kicking his feet onto the table. "Refused medical attention, even."

"Manners." You swatted his foot, causing him to lower them before turning back to Aaron. You tutted at him softly, "You did? After that lil stunt you just pulled?"

"Well... I guess it is starting to hurt more now."

"I wonder why," JJ commented humorously under her breath, hiding her smile with her palm. Additionally, Emily and Derek gave him a look.

You quickly reached into your bag, riffling through it until you found your handy tube of Neosporin. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

Aaron didn't argue, didn't utter a single word as he followed you to the bathroom like a lost puppy. Once inside the small space you maneuvered him back against the sink, washing your hands next.

"That was stupid of you." You wet a paper towel, dabbing his cuts and ridding of any dry blood, once again causing him to flinch at the touch. You pulled the towel away, pausing a moment, before resuming gently. "Even if you think you're not in need of getting checked out, please do, for my sake at least. I'd like my husband to stay in one piece if possible."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"What happened?"

"We were clearing the grounds and he managed to catch me by surprise," Aaron huffed out, evidently annoyed at himself. "I should have seen it coming. Seen him in the shadows, reacted faster."

"Baby, you may think you have the invincibility of Superman, but you don't. You're human, it's okay to miss things every once and a while." You reassured him softly, tossing the towel aside and moving onto the Neosporin. After dabbing some onto your index finger, you began blotting it thoroughly onto the cuts. "Which I'm fine with, by the way, you're much better looking."

"Yeah?" A laugh escaped Aaron, but his chuckle was interrupted by the twinge in his ribcage, the entirety of it shooting up in pain.

"I'm sorry," you gasped gently, guilt sweeping through you.

"It's fine, 'm fine." He breathed out through his teeth, his jaw clenching momentarily, until the pain subsided. "I'm okay sweetheart. Now c'mon, your face is far too pretty to look that worried."

Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes frantically searching his face.

"Really. So I'm a little bruised up, I've been through far worse."

You sighed, not entirely convinced. "Fine. But when we get home tomorrow," your eyes narrowed slightly, pointing the Neosporin at him as a 'threat'. "You're resting. Come hell or high water."

"Deal."

"I'm happy you're okay." Suddenly emotional, tears dared to spill from your eyes. They stalled at your waterline, completely blurring your vision. You hated to see him in pain, and the reminder of past events didn't help. "Don't scare me like that."

"C'mere," Aaron raised his arms, gesturing for you to come close.

"I don't want to hurt you-"

"Come here."

You took a step forward, not raising your arms to potentially inflict pain, but rest your body against his. Your face found home in the crook of his neck, while his arms did wrap around you. Not as tight as usual, but enough to hold you and not hurt.

"I'm fine," he kissed the side of your head. "And I have my girl to thank for that. Although, you did miss a spot."

"I did? Where?" You pulled back, beginning to unscrew the tube's cap but Aaron's hand stopped you.

"Right here." He pointed to his lips, playing up the 'anguish' in his eyes. "Hurts real bad."

Your lips tugged into a smile, leaning in and offering him a short, sweet kiss.

"That's all I get?"

You playfully rolled your eyes before giving his lips another quick kiss. He chased your lips, but you pulled back, keeping just out of reach.

"Want a longer one? Get medical attention next time."

[walpu]

I need more content about who frequently reader 'kidnaps' Aventurine for my heart. Please walpie, give us your ideas on this (because I found it such a funny and also wholesome concept)

Hi!! So sorry for the delay 😭

notes - gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, no beta, inspire be this post

"kidnapping" Aventurine

The IPC doesn't really know what to do with you, because surely the person who keeps breaking in is supposed to be arrested.

Not only it's pretty much illegal to sneak into Pier Point and make a mess in the Marketing Development Department, but it's also illegal to kidnap one of the Ten Stonehearts, thank you very much.

The problem is, director Aventurine doesn't seem to mind? At least, he doesn't fight back? He always comes back like nothing happened and tells everyone the situation is under control but then it all repeats again after a month or so.

When asked why he doesn't fight back, he smiles mysteriously.

"You think so highly of my abilities? Thanks, I'm flattered~ But sorry to disappoint, I'm not that foolish to think I can overpower a wanted criminal".

A wanted criminal who never even threatened him or anything. They just carry him away like he's a princess.

If you ever see him willingly jumping in their arms, you saw nothing.

Aventurine cherishes every single act of "kidnapping".

He knows he can't stop you from doing it, you insist on it no matter how many times he tells you to stop endangering yourself. You can just arrange normal dates, you know.

But it's still endearing. Your sincere and innocent desire to give him a break from the IPC, to save him. It warms his heart in a way he can't describe.

Subconsciously he even waits for it to happen. It's always a surprise!

You two may have a normal conversation on the phone but suddenly you say "hey, wait a sec, need to do something" and in a few minutes he can here explosions and people panicking.

"Darling, don't tell me-" "Yeah, I'm on the floor, see you soon".

He loves acting dramatic when you "kidnap him".

That one tiktok audio "mx. kidnapper, don't hurt me~" "don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you" "why not :("

When you're safe and away from the IPC, he clings to you and keeps playfully asking what such a scary criminal as yourself would do to him and what can he do for you to let him go.

"Should I beg you, my gorgeous criminal? Kiss you all over?? I'll do anything for you to let me go unharmed~"

Play along for a while, he gets a kick out of it.

He finds it so endearing when you brag about messing with Oswaldo's documents.

"Such a naughty little criminal you are. How should I deal with you, hm?"

The answer is always kisses ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Btw he's sure that Jade and Diamond know what's going on. But you can never be sure with them. As long as they don't get in the way, you both are fine with that.

[modern-gremlin]

Morning Errands | Sebastian SDV — Married Life 🔞

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Sebastian (SDV) x afab!reader

Summary: You need Sebastian's help with beginning-of-season errands. If only there was a way you could "wake him up".

Tags: Husband!Sebastian, Smut, established relationship, detailed descriptions of sex, a dash of fluff. NSFW Tags below the cut.

Word Count: 2,900 (I did it, a fic under 5,000 words lol) A/N: Fun Fact — this idea started as a non-SDV related adult animation concept I was in early development of. I unfortunately do not have a lot of time for animating things anymore, so it's definitely more feasible to write it down. PLUS, I just love quickly shooting these stories out — better spat out here than rotting in my brain!!

It was really fun to rewrite it to fit the Stardew Valley world; I think it just gives me so much more to work with. Especially when it comes to writing about the world in detail. (and I get to feed my Sebastian brainworms <33) Hope you enjoy the read xoxo

NSFW Tags: morning sex, foreplay (dry humping), some dirty talk (mostly teasing), oral (male receiving), overstimulation, creampie

"Seb? Seeeeebb, it's 6:40," you say softly with a gentle shake of his arm, "we gotta get going." Still unwilling to move from his comfortable spot on the bed, Sebastian stifles a sleepy groan in response. It's always been hard to wake him up — that's something you knew even before you married him. Working freelance comes with the blessing and curse of setting your own work schedule, which means late night cramming sessions are a normal occurrence. You don't really blame him for wanting to sleep in, but today, he promised to help you with your ever-growing list of morning chores.

You run your fingers through his hair, lightly brushing the dark strands off his cheek with the back of your fingers. He just looks so peaceful when he's asleep; it's really such a shame to wake him up like this. Especially when he wraps his arm around you to cuddle against your thigh. It's almost tempting to sink yourself back into his arms and shut the whole world away under the protection of your shared bed covers. Almost — but you know better than to underestimate your beginning-of-season errands. It doesn't help that you also agreed to host a family dinner with Robin and Demetrius this evening. So much to do, so little time. In hindsight, you wish you planned this all a little better.

With a little more force this time, you try to shake him awake. "Mmph… just a few more minutes…" he mumbles while releasing his arms from your thigh, now lying on his back. At least he's able to get a few words out. That's a good sign, you think to yourself. You head toward your bathroom, hoping that by the time you're done brushing your teeth he'll be sitting upright. Maybe.

A soft, cool breeze enters the small opening of your window as you pass through the hallway. It's remarkable how quickly the seasons change in the valley. From your view in the bathroom, you can catch a glimpse of your summer crops, now reduced to wilted clumps in the soil. You'll definitely need Seb's help with this today. You take a little extra time to brush your teeth and wash your face, trying to buy him time to get up. He's gotta be awake by now, right?

You're not surprised to see him still splayed on the bed, eyes just barely fluttering at the sound of your footsteps entering the room. "Seb, it's almost 7 now. I really need your help," you plead sweetly, hoping the cute tone you've adopted would prompt him to move with more haste. He just smiles and offers a curt, "Mhm," in response, eyes still shut. Wow, he's really out of it, huh? You might need to switch strategies.

If you married Sebastian knowing that he's not exactly a morning person, he should also count on the fact that you're always up for a little bit of mischief — because now, you've got a plan that's basically foolproof. Creeping up to the bed, you slowly plant a knee on each side of his body to gently straddle his lap. With your chest pressed against his, you place kisses on his face. "Sebby, come on" you whisper tenderly into his ear, "you can get up for me, can't you?" He lets out an amused huff out of his nose and wraps an arm around the small of your back. He's definitely more awake now, but perhaps a little more provocation will do the trick.

You kiss along his jaw down to the side of his neck, playing with the collar of his t-shirt with your fingers. His eyes lazily open when you stop, now meeting his gaze from where your cheek rests on his chest. "Morning, sleepyhead. Remember those errands I need help with?" you tease. He lovingly smirks at your remark, placing a hand on your head to gently stroke your hair.

"Mm… what time is it?" he asks in a raspy voice. You answer his question with a light pinch of his cheek,

"Probably seven, by now. We're running a little late, y'know?"

The fact that 7AM is considered late to you is something he's still getting used to. If left to his own devices, he'd absolutely sleep the day away and have his breakfast at 3PM. Yet, he tries his best to slip into your daily schedule because that'd mean he'd get more time to see your face throughout the day, wouldn't it? But you know what they say, old habits die hard, and right now his old habits have him basically glued to the bed.

"What are the chances I can convince you to push these errands to tomorrow?" he asks cheekily.

"Hm… slim to none," you reply. "With the dinner party today and the fair coming up in a few weeks, it's gonna be really tough to–" You notice his eyes droop as you speak. "Seb?" He startles awake at the sudden call of his name.

"M' sorry, babe. Promise I'm not doing it on purpose," Sebastian rubs his eyes and yawns. "It's just... hard to stay awake."

With a smile, you shake your head and sigh, "what am I gonna do with you?"

"Hm…I don't know. What are you going to do with me?" He places his hands onto your back again, looking down at you with a suggestive smirk.

Leaning in closer to his face, just barely grazing your mouth over his, you whisper, "I might have a few ideas."

Placing your hands around his neck, thumbs resting against his jaw, you pull him closer into a deep kiss. He tightens the grip around your waist in response, pulling you closer toward him. God, if he wasn't awake a few minutes ago, he definitely is waking up now. He takes your mouth into his, enveloping your lips entirely and gently brushing them with his tongue. You can feel your pulse quickening as your breasts press firmly against him; an urge slowly building and itching at you from below. Unable to contain yourself, you lower your hips to grind against the thick bulge beneath you. You can't help but smile at how hard he already is; grinning against his tongue.

You pull away to shift your weight onto his clothed cock, gasping at how it rubs against you. "At least one part of you is up," you jeer, rocking slow movements against his length. He muses at your words and brushes his hair away from his face, granting him a better view of your body on top of his.

"Can you blame me?" he smiles, his sleepy eyes scanning your form. Running thumbs underneath the hem of your shirt, he gingerly lifts up the fabric to reveal your bare chest steadily bouncing at the rhythm your clothed pussy rubs against him. "Fuck me," he gasps breathily, "what a way to wake up."

His exasperation makes you laugh, motivating you to grind your hips with more fervour. "I'm glad this is working," you admit, "because we have just– so much– to do…" Your words are broken up with every sway of your hips. He pulls your shirt off your arms as you continuously pleasure yourself with his dick, moaning and creating a wet spot on his boxers. He just watches as you use him, in absolute awe by how your body reacts to his. His head slowly falls backward onto the pillow, closing his eyes to take in the stimulation. Then suddenly, you stop.

His eyes dart open again at your weight being lifted off his lap, ready to pull you back onto him. You move his hands away and lower your face to his lap. "Nuh uh. You gotta wake up," you chastise before pulling down his boxers. He groans breathily when his thick cock springs free, smacking his toned stomach from the speed of your movements. Without warning, you spit on his tip and run your palm against his shaft, causing him to tense at the sudden sensation. For a while, he can only stare at you with furrowed brows and complete admiration.

"I should sleep in more often," he teases while grinning at his own remark. But soon his sly grin is replaced by a strained grit because you wrap your fingers around his fat length, stroking him at an unfair pace. He perches himself up by the elbows, watching you fist his cock from base to tip. "Fuck, baby. You gotta slow down or ill–" You lower yourself to lick his balls, dragging your way up the shaft.

"Can't, Sebby," you say, stopping at the tip. "Can't have you falling asleep on me." Taking his length in your hand, you guide his cock into the warmth of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head.

He instinctually places his hands on the top of your head as he throws back his own. The bed gently shakes at the bobbing of your head, catching and swallowing his length into your throat. It's all so sudden; so frustratingly sexy that he can hardly take it. With the hand that grips at your hair, he tries to pry you off him — hoping to gain some reprieve. But this only invites you to suck on him with more excitement. It's just too hard to resist when he praises you in his gravelly, morning voice. "Holy fuck, babe. You're too good at tha–" You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth as he pushes you away from him; he must be close.

With a gentle tug of your hair, you give in and pull away. You and Sebastian heave heavily, the latter trying to regain his composure. He's usually the one to make you melt underneath him, so you can't help but marvel at his flustered expression. "You awake now?" you triumph with a mischievous smile. He picks himself up to stare into you; the look in his eyes tell you that you're in for it now.

Releasing his grip, he sits himself upright and leans toward you. "Hm, yeah. I think I am," he says while returning your expression, "turn around."

Without a question, you turn yourself around, resting your chest on the bed while lifting your ass toward him. You wiggle your hips tauntingly in his direction until you're greeted by a firm smack — a small yelp escapes your lips from the impact. "So impatient," he chides while soothing the sting with his palm, "well, you got what you wanted. I'm up." He slaps your ass again before leaning behind you, pressing his chest to your back to whisper into your ear, "unless…there's something else you wanted."

Just the sound of his condescending tone sends shivers down your spine, and he knows it. He hooks a finger by your dripping slit and tugs at your underwear, causing the fabric to bundle tightly against your clit. All semblances of your mischief has disappeared, vanished with his scolding and now you're moaning his name into the covers. You can tell he's enjoying every lewd noise you make, because now he's tugging at your panties harder, trying to elicit a bigger reaction.

"Well, now that I'm awake, let's go over our to-do list, hm?" He releases your underwear, only to slip his cock beneath the fabric and vigorously rub your clit.

"Seb… I can't–" you plead, eager to feel him plunge inside you. He places his hands on your waist, stroking soothing circles with his thumbs against your back.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll get it, after we go through the list. Okay?" he coos.

Stumbling your words in between moans, you begin listing the day's tasks. "W-we… need to clear off the crops…and prepare the fields."

"Mhm," he hums while wetting his tip along your slit. "What's next?"

"Clear off the weeds in front of the b-baaaarn–" You words shake as he teases your entrance with his tip, gliding it to catch your slick. "Then go to Pierre's… to pick up ingredients for tonight." Your legs quiver as he prods your wet cunt, not fully entering.

"Is there…anything else?" Sebastian meaninglessly asks, his own voice getting shaky in anticipation. He doesn't really care what's on the to-do list, not at the moment at least. No doubt he'll have to ask about it later, because all he cares about now is making you beg to be railed.

"We might also need to–" This time, he slowly pushes his cock through your wet folds, slipping himself inch by inch into your cunt until his thighs are flush against you. His size fills you entirely, stopping any words from escaping your mouth.

He lets out a breathy moan as he feels your pussy clench around him, still gritting his teeth to continue, "We might need to what? I didn't… catch the last part." He nearly pulls himself out entirely while waiting for your response.

"We…might need to–" You breathe in heavily while his dick pulses inside you. "Seb, please," you beg in a petulant tone. Your cries are so needy and desperate, but you don't care. There's no pride between you two, only true love and the aching desire to be fucked. Lucky for you, the feeling is mutual. Deciding he's equally impatient, he fucks his full length back into you.

"I think I get the gist," he says with a satisfied smile before plunging himself in and out of your cunt. He so badly wants to praise how well you took his teasing, but he's almost completely breathless. Lost for words at how tight you are, how well your pretty pussy takes him, and utterly smitten by the way you moan his name between thrusts. He wants to pound more of them out of you — a reminder to everyone in town that you've chosen him and he's the one fucking you the way you deserve.

Really, this is just one of the many moments he's reminded just how lucky he is. He feels so lucky that you decided to move to this boring town. So lucky that you stuck around despite his icy exterior, and miraculously lucky that you fell in love with him. Now he gets to wake up beside you everyday, fuck you like no one else can, and navigate life's mundanities with the person he loves. Morning errands be damned; nothing ever feels like a chore now that you're his.

He pounds you harder now — as if he's trying to bury his intentions deep inside you so you can feel his gratitude. Because even all his sly remarks and bullied thrusts are just another way of praising you; another way to tell you he loves you without saying it out loud. Your pussy clenches down on him so tightly, grasping onto his praises like your life depended on it. Ready to cum all over his cock to confirm that you feel the same. But even if your cunt wasn't being obvious, your words certainly were.

"Seb– it feels so. Fucking. Good," you whine in between thrusts. You try to warn him of your impending burst, but the arch of your back signals your orgasm much faster than you can speak. Backing your ass further into him, you accept his length against your cervix until you feel your release. You convulse around him, whispering thank you's under your breath. The only sound reaching his ears are your muffled cries of pleasure and the squeaking of the bed. He fucks you through your orgasm, but even after you come down from the high, he's still not done.

He rails your stimulated pussy over and over again, causing you to reach out your hand behind you to slow him down. "S-sebastian, I just came. Slower, it's so f-fast"

Grabbing your arm by the wrist, he plows deeper into you. "Sorry, baby. Can't," he says breathily, "We got too much to do today, remember?" You turn your head back to look over your shoulder and flash him a blissed-out smile, silently laughing at his twist of your words.

Reaching around to your front, he rubs circles around your puffy clit while he fucks his last few, sloppy blows inside you. "So close, babe. M'so fucking…close" he says with gritted teeth. His movements on your bud stokes the fire within you, threatening to shatter you once again. With one last buck of his hips against yours, he shoots his load deep inside your pussy, filling you to the brim with in white. He groans profanities as he sputters small thrusts into you. The warmth of his semen hitting against you is the last straw, sending you into your second orgasm of the day.

Dropping your wrist from his grip, he leans forward onto your back, pulling out slightly causing his cum to spill out of you. You breathe in unison, heavily and laboured as you try to regain your bearings. Maybe it's been ten minutes or maybe it was an hour, but you both lay beside each other, unbothered by the time that's passing you by.

When you both come down to your senses, your eyes lock onto his and suddenly you're both chuckling at the morning's happenings. With a bright-eyed smile, he takes your palm to rest on his cheek. Placing a kiss on your knuckles, he greets you to start the day.

"Good morning, honey."

[angellesword]

BAGGAGE | SPECIAL CHAPTER

Summary: In television dramas, the male lead's mother bribes the female lead with money to get her to leave her son. But Jeon Jungkook is different. He isn't a mother to begin with. He's just...rich.

"₩33,354,771,840.," Jungkook says, voice impassive as he stares at you. "A Lexus LC and a house near your sister's home. I'll give you everything you want if you stay with me."

Or alternatively,

Filthy-rich Jungkook doesn't know how to propose to you, so he simply bribes you.

Will you say yes?

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre & Content Warnings: established relationship, fluff, friends to lovers, kissing

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Set in Baggage universe) {{Read end notes for clarity}}

****

As Jungkook’s best friend and girlfriend, it isn’t weird that he clings to you. He’s like a cat, clipping his claws and bringing you presents—this is evident by the random (but hella expensive) gifts piling up in your room.

Jungkook loves you (it's a simple fact everyone around you knows), although there are times Jungkook isn't sure how to show his affection to you the 'normal' way.

Take, for instance, now:

"Jungkook." Your voice on the other line lacks energy, immediately causing Jungkook's stomach to drop. He has a bad feeling he won't like whatever you will say.

"I'm gonna be late tonight. You shout eat first. Don't wait for me." And Jungkook is right. His brows furrow, lips protruding into a sulky pout because he hates what you just said.

"How late." But Jungkook doesn't give up. It's your anniversary, after all. How can you act so nonchalantly as if your relationship is for naught?

Don’t you love him anymore? The thought leaves a bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth.

"Really late, Kook." You sigh, but a hint of softness can be traced to your voice. You sound sorry. Jungkook's heart clenches. "We've lots of things going on lately, especially now that my final exam is scheduled soon.”

You are a twenty-five-year-old student taking up your doctorate degree. You don’t want to give up studying as you want to be an educator in the future. It's fun—your studies. You get to research and develop strategies to gain more knowledge and inspire your future students, especially those full of dreams. Studying also lets you catch up with many students who have become your friends. You recently flew to France as an exchange student. You are so busy with school that you no longer have time for Jungkook.

Jungkook has yet to discuss this dilemma with you. He can't because he doesn't want to appear like a needy asshole, but he also can't because although you’re back in Korea, you are still jetlagged and caged to your classroom. Jungkook hasn't seen you in months, and now you’re telling him you’ll be late for your anniversary celebration.

Jungkook has had enough.

"I'll wait for you." He forces down the lump in his throat, contemplating grabbing an antacid tablet to wash the bitterness staining his lips.

"But—"

"I will wait for you." Jungkook cuts you off. 

It's non-negotiable. Jungkook is not like any normal boyfriend. He'll pretend everything is okay even though it's killing him inside. He refuses to act like Jimin—this friend of his likes bossing Taehyung, his boyfriend, around. But he wouldn't act tough if Taehyung got busy with his modeling career. Jimin won't hesitate to show affection to Taehyung, acting like a clingy dog until Taehyung spends time with him.

Unfortunately, Jungkook is not a dog. He's a feisty kitten, and cats don't beg their mommy to canoodle them—they'll simply stay calm while planning how to let their owners willingly do their bidding.

*****

You swear you love your school. You really do, but on God, was it testing your patience.

"Shit." You cuss under your breath when you trip down the stairs. It's no one's fault but yours. Running while climbing the stairs isn't ideal, yet you cannot not do it.

You can't wait for the elevator; you want to reach Jungkook's home as quickly as possible. Your boyfriend's apartment is at the penthouse, so it took you a shit ton of running before you found yourself banging on Jungkook's door.

You’re tired. You’re so fucking tired you want to cry. School monopolizes your time so much that you fall asleep inside the train and miss your stop. You woke up slouching on the train seat, head hanging close to the pole as countless people bumped into you. You jolt awake with a stiff neck and judgmental stares from other people. Drool stains the side of your mouth. You can't help but bow your head and scurry from their funny eyes. Your embarrassment doesn't last long as you have more important issues to deal with.

July 21.

Today is July twenty-one, your fifth anniversary with Jungkook as lovers. You are clueless about it. You’d probably go on with your day hadn't it been for your alarm. Your phone notifies you that you have yet to log your yearly date experience with Jungkook for your anniversary. You are drowning with paperwork, and the event you’re looking forward to the most is forgotten.

You feel horrible. In the past years, you used to pester Jungkook to have a sweet bone on his body and indulge you during your anniversary. It's a special day, after all. You will never forget how you got together:

It was the year you graduated high school and started college. You chose a university near your hometown so you could still live close to home and visit your loved ones during breaks. For you, nothing much has changed. You got busier with school, but you’re still very much close with Jungkook. You hang out in each other's room, spending half the day doing whatever.

Contrary to what people think, Jungkook, although an asshole who likes teasing you, is fun to be with. He's a good listener, too, and is willing to try things as long as he doesn't have to go outside and exert too much energy. He's just a lazy bum who is highly attached to his bed.

--And apparently, attached to you too.

You noticed that your best friend acted differently a few months after starting college. Jungkook is weirdly quiet and seems to develop the habit of pursing his lips into a thin line whenever you tell him stories about the university. If asked if something was up, Jungkook would shake his head and shoo you away.

You tried to understand your enigmatic best friend for some time. You are very patient with Jungkook, acting like a mature adult who needs to look after a lost kitten and ensure the kitten gets his milk and plays with his toys.

Jungkook has lived a happy and healthy (although tiring) life, so imagine how upset you are when you find out your best friend got sick. Jungkook said he’ll help Jimin’s business and defer for one year to think about what he feels about college, but soon, he'll definitely get into a good university, too. You don’t understand why he's abandoning his health.

"I can't believe you, Jungkook." You click your tongue. You are currently inside his room. Jungkook is running a fever, curled into a ball, and shivering. He didn't even drink his medicine. "You stayed up all night playing video games with random strangers, didn't you? Will it kill you to go out of your room and eat? Just look at your face. You're so pale!"

You are trying to change your habit of screaming, but your voice raises slightly as you take in Jungkook's poor state. He looks like a stray animal seeking shelter.

Jungkook snorts and grips his blanket tightly. "Will you shut up?"

"I—what." You are at a loss. Here you are, pouring your care for Jungkook, and this is all you get?

You clench your jaw, heart going wild.

"I won't shut up, Jungkook. You're being unreasonable. Jimin had to call me because you only leave your room if he tells you I'm home. What's up with you? Didn't you already beat the big boss in the game? You reached the final level, Jungkook—"

"Ugh." Jungkook kicks the blanket around his body as he sits on the bed. You are beside him, startled by his sudden movement.

"Jungkook—"

"So noisy." Jungkook glares at you. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"But you're ruining yourself for a game—"

"Who said I was playing games!?" The last time Jungkook was this angry was when he fought those who bullied you during elementary. Jungkook never liked confronting people, as it takes too much energy. He's too lazy for it, but now he can't help but scream in your face. His pale face turns a bright shade of red because of mixed emotions:

"I wasn't playing games. I am up all night studying." Shame. Frustration. "Can't you understand? I need to study harder to get into the same university as you. I want to be with you." Longing.

You are startled, your lips parting wide as this is the first time you see how honest and vulnerable Jungkook is.

"Jungkook."

"I know, okay?" Jungkook wipes at his cheeks aggressively. Your eyes dilate. Fuck. Jungkook is crying. "You're a college student now. You're busy. You have other friends—friends who don't make things hard for you. Friends who don't make you cook crab spring rolls, but I can't." His voice breaks, choking back a sob. "I miss you every day. I miss you at school. I miss you nudging me to eat breakfast. I miss you encouraging me to run another lap. I miss you hiding me behind your back when things get overwhelming. It's just that..." 

Love. Hurt. Comfort.

"I miss you."

It can't be said that this is all too sudden. Jungkook has been feeling like shit for months. He hasn't been himself ever since you started college. You painted his life since he was young. How is Jungkook supposed to function when he is a canvas and you hold the brush?

You might be the brush, but your feelings for Jungkook are the paint colors. Jungkook bottled up his emotions for a long time, and so did you.

No one's to be blamed now that the colors spluttered like torrential rain.

You can't help it. You grab Jungkook's cheeks with both hands and kiss him hard. But your heart is in your throat, and your eyes are tightly clamped shut as you’re afraid Jungkook would find the kiss appalling.

Jungkook doesn't. He melts against your lips. It takes him a few seconds before purring and kissing you back.

Your lips are soft. Jungkook is a breathy kisser, as if he wants to suck the air out of your mouth, making it seem like you are his oxygen. In truth, you really are.

"I miss you too." You stop kissing Jungkook to whisper this, but he chases after your lips, so fussy that you dare to stop.

You laugh and press your lips against Jungkook's. But you stop again. You are not done with your speech yet.

"And I love you, Jungkook. You've no idea how much crazy I am for you." You nearly lose your mind when attending university and can't see him. You hate seeing unfamiliar people despite your friendly and airy nature.

You miss doing your homework with him. You miss packing extra lunch to ensure Jungkook is eating well. You miss him. You miss Jungkook so badly that you run toward Jungkook's house every Friday right after your last class.

You miss Jungkook, so you can't help but kiss him more. You lick his tears away, too. Jungkook is hot—he's so, so hot.

Literally.

"Tsk." There's a warning tinging Jungkook's tone when he calls your name as you stop kissing him. Jungkook thinks you are toying with him, but you will never do that.

"I know. I'm sorry." You settle a kiss on Jungkook's forehead before brushing his hair with your fingers. "But you're still sick. You need to eat and rest."

Jungkook whines, his hands clenching into fists. He wants to kiss you more.

"But it's Sunday." That is all Jungkook can say. His words imply: If I sleep now, you'll leave, and I won't see you until Friday. I wanna spend more time with you.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry. You need to ask me out properly tomorrow."

"Huh?" Jungkook blinks innocently at you. He doesn't know how you end up straddling his lap. 

"Don't huh me." You click your tongue. "I've already told you I love you. Don't forget you kissed me back. You like me too, right?"

Heat flares up Jungkook's cheek. He nods slowly before looking at your eyes.

You chuckle. "Then it's settled. We're together now, but you will ask me properly tomorrow."

"We're together?" Jungkook asks dumbly—as if he didn't hear the same thing from you.

You are tempted to flick his forehead. But you simply look at your smartwatch and laugh.

"July twenty-one. Yes, Jungkook. We're dating already. Is that okay with you?"

Of course, it is. Jungkook has been in love with you since he was young. He only raises his eyebrows for acceptance, though.

You smile. "Good. That's good. You're officially my headache.”

For years, things have stayed the same. You indulge Jungkook in whatever way possible, but it gets progressively hectic this year, and you can't even see your boyfriend.

And now, you’re a minute away from missing your fifth anniversary.

"Jungkook. Answer the door." You are out of your mind, forgetting that you know your boyfriend's door password. It takes you a couple of knocks before realizing that, but when you do, Jungkook is already opening the door.

"Jungkook!" Your eyes are blown wide. You hurriedly look at your smartwatch, your heart dropping when you see the time.

12 am.

It's July 22 now. You miss your anniversary.

"Fuck." Your shoulders sag. You gather your boyfriend into your arms. "Fuck, Jungkook. I'm so sorry."

You are not a crybaby. You didn’t cry after what the people in the club did to you. But this is different. This isn't the club. This is Jungkook.

Tears well up in your eyes. Your distress is apparent. Jungkook has never seen you like this. It makes his heart ache.

"Hey," Jungkook calls softly. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jungkook's lips are dry. "Let's get you inside first."

You don’t fight him. You enter Jungkook's home, and you settle on the couch. It's late, but Jungkook is still wearing a suit. He hates suits as he prefers hiding his figure over an oversized hoodie while his shoulder-length hair is tied into a messy bun.

The Jungkook you’re facing now has cleaned up so nicely. And oh God...

"Your hair." You stutter a breath. Jungkook ties his hair into a bun, which isn't messy like how he usually styles it. "I heard you need to look presentable when planning a proposal," Jungkook explains why he changed his hairstyle.

Your brows knit. Your mind can't still catch up to the present moment. You are stuck looking at Jungkook. Your boyfriend is so, so handsome. And goddamnit, his lips look soft—as if begging to be sucked.

You forced yourself to look away and pay attention to your boyfriend's words. "Proposal." You say as you lick your lower lip, still high from looking at Jungkook, climbing many stairs, and missing your anniversary. "What happened? Are you planning to woo some new investors?”

You gulp.

"Please tell me it's not Professor Verlaine." Verlaine is among the smartest businessmen out there, but you can't forget how you ran after him yesterday at 4am to get his insights about your paper.

Verlaine follows a strict routine, especially now the semester is about to end. He doesn't have time for you, so you sneak up to him for a few words. The only reason he doesn't call security on you is because he respects your diligence.

You shake your head at the memory. You swear you don’t want to take the spotlight from Jungkook, but you are exhausted and can't help but groan.

"I hate the education system so much, Jungkook. The bastard made me run three kilometers with little to no breaks." You rest your head on your boyfriend's heaving chest. You want to apologize properly to Jungkook and listen to his milestones, but you want to yap more than ever and fall asleep. You’ve been studying for more than twenty-four hours straight.

Jungkook's stomach knots with worry ang guilt; he beats himself up for thinking you don't love him. You clearly do. But life is getting in the way of your relationship. This isn't ideal at all. 

Jungkook is a good boyfriend. He rubs the back of your head, encouraging you to voice out your grievances. You smell of commute and smoke. You probably dealt with your chain-smoker professors earlier. Jungkook doesn't mind, though. If anything, it makes him realize how much he loves you. He can kiss you all day, even in this state.

"This used to excite me, you know? But I'm tired of unrealistic expectations in school. How can I write a whole dissertation in a few weeks? I’ve had oral examinations and business projects, too.”

Sometimes, you are not free to learn as you are bound to follow what is written in the book and set by the education sector.

You long to express your idea and not be barred by endless examinations to test your intelligence. You want to explore learning habits and see how students can express their knowledge, not just through exams. But more than ever, you want a slow morning without skipping breakfast to run to the train station to get to your 7 am class. You want to laze around your home, water your dying plants, prepare meals for you and Jungkook, and host barbeque parties with your other friends.

Your school hinders you from doing what you want. But you can't quit if you want to achieve your dream. 

"My love," Jungkook calls when he thinks you have fallen asleep while ranting. You are very much awake, though. You’re busy daydreaming about a life you don’t have.

"Sorry." You feel defeated. "I rambled, didn't I?" You kiss Jungkook's cheeks. "And I took the spotlight away from you. Can you tell me about your proposal later? I just need to get some shut-eye." You need to go to school in a few hours. Jungkook doesn't mind that you are sleeping around him.

But not this time.

"No." He holds your face. "I have to tell you about the proposal now."

"Huh? Ah." You force yourself to stay awake. You really don’t want to upset Jungkook. Besides...your boyfriend sounds serious. "I guess I can spare some time."

You have gotten nervous about Jungkook's tone. You can even go as far as to say that your drowsiness fades a little.

Thankfully, Jungkook goes straight to the point.

"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore."

"Huh?" Now, you are wide awake. Your heart trembles violently against your chest.

"Jungkook." You call, voice strained. "Are you serious? You don't want to be my boyfriend anymore?"

Please say no. Please.

"Yes."

Fuck.

You feel your heart drop. Heat crawls to your face as your lips part. No words come out, though. You don’t know what to do or say.

Jungkook is breaking up with you. Jungkook doesn't want you anymore.

"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore because I have a new proposal about our relationship."

What do you mean? You want to ask, but you’re still too stunned to speak. Luckily, Jungkook explains.

Jungkook takes your stone-cold hands. You don’t feel anything. You don't realize that Jungkook's hands are shaking. More importantly, you don't feel it when Jungkook hovers a ring on your finger.

You only realize what's happening when Jungkook forces a nervous smile; his tone is delicately soft when he asks, "Will you do the honor of marrying me?"

You let out a strangled gasp.

"Jungkook." You call.

Jungkook panics. He swears he can already feel the rejection in your mouth. He can't.

"Hear me out first." Jungkook schools his expression to be neutral. It's okay. He tells himself. He has prepared for this moment.

"You have no reason to say no." He doesn't mean to be aggressive, but he sounds like one. Jungkook can't take back what he started.

He pushes through.

"₩33,354,771,840." Jungkook tightens his hold on the ring and your hand. "I computed your average yearly salary as a future professor until retirement." 

Silence permeates the room. You are just staring at Jungkook.

Jungkook clears his throat, “And then I multiplied it by ten—that’s how I came up with the amount.”

You have no idea what Jungkook is saying.

“You said you wanted a Lexus LC, so I brought you one. I bought a bare house near your Jisoo-unnie’s home because you said you want to live closer to her. It’s up to you how you want to design it.”

Jungkook is proud when he adds, “Everything will be yours if you agree to marry me. You can quit now if you’re not happy with school. You can work as my full-time wife or build your own school. I can help you with the capital. I will be your number one investor.”

“Are you bribing me, Kookie?” You ask when you recover from the initial shock. You can’t help the playful smirk creeping up your face.

Jungkook snorts. “No. They’re merely your perks. You will marry me because you love me.” Confidence is not something Jungkook focuses on. He only says things he has analyzed—just like his tactics in business. Based on his calculations, you will say yes after hearing his proposal. Jungkook got nervous and afraid earlier because he had yet to say his piece. But now that he did…

“My assets are hundreds of times higher compared to what you’ll make in the future. I want you happy, my love. I can give you what you want.”

It pains Jungkook to see you looking tired with bloodshot eyes. He wants you to freely experience what it’s like to be happy—this is mainly why Jungkook works hard to earn money. He longs for you to have a comfortable lifestyle.

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook ignores your defeated look. “So, what do you say, will you marry me?”

Silence engulfs you. Jungkook mentally recomputes his chance as his heart beats erratically. He says his chance is 98/100.

Perhaps he needs to convince you more—

Jungkook’s train of thought halts when you lead his hands into inserting the ring into your finger.

“It’s a yes, then,” you say after the ring slides to your finger. You smirk at Jungkook. “I’ll let you marry me so I can officially be your wife. What do you say, Kookie?”

Jungkook nods. He grabs your face and kisses you hard. “Mn.” He hums as he licks the seams of your lips. “Let’s get you a collar for here too.” Jungkook’s lips paint bruises on your neck. “That way, you’ll be mine in all aspects.”

You laugh.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s send out our wedding invitation soon, too.”

Jungkook nods. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Kookie.”

- End - 

*****

A/N: I originally posted this as a Haikyu!! fic, but I figure, why not share it as a JJK fic to people here on Tumblr and give you guys a break from the original baggage plot? I wrote this all day, heavily inspired by what I want to happen in my life. Seriously, I need my Jungkook too. My corporate job has been stressing me lately, so my brain daydreams of things I know will not happen to me in real life.

Sighs. I want to eat and just write fics all day.

Note: THIS IS IN NO WAY RELATED/ CONNECTED WITH THE ORIGINAL PLOT OF BAGGAGE. (This doesn't contain spoilers on what's gonna happen in chapter 12 onwards. This is merely an alternate universe where Jungkook didn't fuck up and isn't a coward about expressing his emotions to OC. There's no Soobin here, though.)

See you soon!! What do you guys think about this?

[myteavsricochet]

Favorite firstprince fanfics, another incomplete list:

(Part 1)

Come Let Me Love You

Henry always struggled to have a good night's sleep. Alex made it easier over the years they had been together, but little cries in the middle of the night always woke Henry.

A little glimpse into a future where Alex and Henry are doting fathers to a beautiful little girl.

Obliviously Devoted

She looks at him in the way only June can. She's the only one he'll allow it from without a fight. "I don't know if you're ready to have this conversation or not."

His fork clatters to the plate in front of him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

June sighs a sigh of long-suffering and pinches the bridge of her nose, before she looks him dead in the eye and sets his world upside down. "You know you and Henry are dating, right?"

Alex gapes at her. Mouth hung open, eyes blown wide. "W-what?"

"I say this with all the love in the world," she says. "But sometimes, I swear, you are the most oblivious idiot on the face of the planet."

Tags: idiots in love, oblivious acd, best friends to lovers, alternate universe - roommates/housemates

(even though you want to) please try to never grow up

“You better have a good fucking reason for sending me to voicemail, Hen.” He glares at the phone for one second before he actually sees the screen, and then his face melts into something Henry can only describe as fond. “Oh,” he whispers, dropping his mug of coffee onto the counter so he can lean in closer to the phone. “Look who’s there.”

“Yeah.” Henry keeps his voice so low he isn’t even sure Alex can hear him. He doesn’t seem to mind, eyes taking in the picture in front of him with parted lips, the edge of his finger covering the camera when he undoubtedly reaches to caress his daughter’s head.

Or, Alex misses his daughter when he goes back to work after a long paternity leave.

tags: domestic, tooth-rotting fluff, family fic

Let Me Wash Away Your Worries

Alex has had a terrible week. Henry is right there to take care of him.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Bath Sex, Cuddling & Snuggling, Romantic Fluff, Praise Kink, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Worship

ephemeral enchantments

in which Henry is an overworked barista with a tendency to embarrass himself in front of everything that breaths and Alex is charmed from the first time he met him.

Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Awkward Flirting

Three fights Alex and Henry never had

Yes, Alex and Henry got their Happily Ever After. But that doesn't mean everything was just automatically perfect when they moved in together...

Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

am i homophobic? (URGENT) (PLEASE HELP)

Now, it might be pretty early in the morning and Alex’s brain functions might not be working as quickly as they normally do, but he can still put two and two together. There's a strange man in their kitchen. Henry is shirtless, rumpled, and holding two pairs of boxers. Henry and this Sam guy slept together. Which… obviously is fine because Alex is not an asshole, but he’s definitely feeling something about this development that he will examine at a later date. But of course, instead of saying something normal, you know, like a normal person would, he says, “Ohh.” Like a fucking weirdo.

or: the "am i homophobic?" roommate au that no one asked for

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Sexuality Crisis, Mentions of homophobia, no one is like actually homophobic though, Idiots in Love, Explicit Sexual Content, Unsafe Sex

The shape of your lips bruising my heart

So, that neck-kissing scene in the bloopers? Yeah, that one. Well. I wrote it.

—

In which Alex has a hard time leaving the hotel after their night in Paris.

you’re leaving (now i’m left amongst the living)

Six years since they've been together, Alex and Henry were now a far cry from the lovestruck couple they once were when their history began. If you ask Alex, all of it was Henry’s fault. If you ask Henry, he’d agree and say that Alex was right.

But before Alex could ever find out why Henry does not seem like the man he once decided to spend the rest of his life with, he already walked away from it all. Now, Henry was alone, left to deal with whatever shattered remains he could salvage from his life.

Or, the one where Henry’s sick and Alex only finds out two years after they've broken up.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Lawyer Alex, Writer Henry, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Angst and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Hospitalization

Fifty First Dates

Henry has used a dating app exactly one time. Predictably, the date turns out to be terrible. The bartender, however, is not.

OR

A cute stranger’s solution to Henry’s woeful dating life is to set him up on fifty first dates.

Most People Exist

Henry Fox is a nurse at the New York Cancer Center. He’s happy with his job, content enough with his life, but it all gets turned on its head when he connects with a patient with a brain tumor—Alex Claremont-Diaz.

———

Henry is a nurse, Alex is a patient.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hospital, Cancer, Nurses & Nursing, Minor Character Death, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, They will end up happy I pinky swear

i want your dreary mondays

“You little menace,” a voice says from the door, entirely too fond to be anything mean. “I told you to wait by the car, not go inside.” The man steps inside, shaking the rain from his hair, and Henry is treated to the sight of the most beautiful man he’s seen in his entire life, standing in the middle of his shop with clothes dripping to the floor and raincoat bundled up around him. He notices then the umbrella clutched in the little boy’s hand, the innocent wide eyes watching his father, and the picture forms in his head.

Or, five times Henry makes a piece of art for Alex's son on his drinks, and one time he does it for Alex himself.

It's Nice to Have a Friend

Two boys meet on a beach, build a sand castle, write letters, and fall in love.

Tags: Alternative Universe - Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Slow Burn, Growing up together

Leave A Message

"This is Alex Claremont-Diaz's phone. If it's a business matter, I don't know how you got ahold of this number, but if you have my number that means you probably have Zahra's. Call her instead. If you're friends or family, just text me. If you're anyone else, I'll call you back as soon as I can."

Or: Alex's voicemail message over the years, and the messages people leave for him.

I must tell you what you will not ask

Henry's lower lip wobbles, and a fresh tear rolls down his cheek. Alex watches it track down to his chin, and wonders if Henry would mind him wiping it away. “I really was looking forward to seeing them.”

Another tear escapes, and this time Alex can't help but lean forward and brush it away with his thumb. Henry's breath catches, and he looks at Alex, wearing an expression he can't quite parse. “Come home with me,” Alex blurts out.

Henry's plans for Christmas fall through, so Alex invites him home for the holidays. They're best friends, strictly platonic roommates, so why does everyone think they're dating?

drive-thru mornings

“Would you like to pay cash or by card, sir?”

Alex startles, but recovers quickly and smiles charmingly at the girl in the window. Maggie, her tag reads. “By card, darlin’,” he says. “Actually, could I pay for the man behind me, as well? I have no idea what he ordered, but he’s strikingly handsome, isn’t he?”

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Dorks in love

you turned a moment (into forever)

Sharing an apartment with Alex had seemed like a good idea at first. They’re best friends, prices in Brooklyn are absurd, and they had both been in urgent need of residence – it only made sense.

Except for the small, tiny, teeny, barely there fact that Henry has been in love with Alex from the first moment he laid eyes on him. And the fact that Alex doesn’t know, and can never find out.

—

Or, as coffeecatsme so eloquently put it: Roommates AU where Alex has insomnia and slips into Henry’s bed every night because it’s the only way he gets a good night’s sleep.

You Can Hear It In The Silence

At the Lake House, Henry doesn’t run when Alex tells him he loves him. But he can’t say it back; too afraid of the consequences it would have, no matter how true it is. But as the truth settles in, Henry decides Alex is worth fighting for. So he does.

A Long Way From the Playground

Henry and Alex were best friends growing up until they went to separate colleges and they grew apart. When they see each other again as adults, against the odds, both living in the same city again, will it be a joyful reunion or will the pain of the years apart get in the way? How do you become friends again when there is so much of the past in the way?

Oblivion

The man starts to cock the hammer of gun, and Alex squeezes his eyes shut, his lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly.

“Stop!” Henry shouts, his voice cracking. “I’ll give you whatever you want, I’ll do anything…just please, don’t hurt him.”

Alex’s eyes fly open, shooting Henry the same incredulous look that he gave him in the hallway, and Henry knows he’s shown too much of his hand, revealed a part of himself that he’d sworn he would take to his grave, but he’s too full of fear and desperation to feel self-conscious about it now. He can deal with the consequences when they get out of this.

If they get out of this.

******

What if the moment in the hospital wasn’t a false alarm and the publicity surrounding the forced bromance between Alex and Henry had the adverse effect of them being kidnapped together?

Confidential Memorandum

"Hello, Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's office. How may I help you?"

"Hello, can I speak to Mr. Fox-Mount-krishen, please?"

Alex blinked. After two weeks of hearing nothing but the voices of snooty men and frazzled secretaries calling in, the person on the other line now sounded decidedly neither snooty nor male nor in any way adult.

It was a little girl.

"Mr. Fox-Mountchristen's unfortunately in a meeting right now,” Alex began slowly, “but I could take a message?"

"Oh." The girl paused. "You're not Mr. Hunter."

Alex starts a new job as Henry's new assistant. Henry's daughter keeps calling the office and leaving him messages.

we thought we ruled the world

Alex stares down at his latest text from Henry. A link to an article he’s seen about ten versions of so far. He’s managed to resist clicking on any of them, but now Henry is sending it, so he supposes he should at least give it a skim.

How Prince Henry’s Relationship With FSOTUS Lost Ellen Claremont The Election

............

Or, what would have happened if Ellen lost.

Run, Don't Walk

Henry loves sex. He loved sex even before he was with Alex, although there's something to be said for the level of precision and intimacy acquired through years of learning each other's bodies. He's liked being filled from the first time he ever experienced the feeling, and he doesn't think he'll ever love anything quite as much as he loves getting fucked.

But this? This is giving him pause for thought.

Tags: Porn without plot, Marathon sex, Henry loves sex, and Alex, and sex with Alex

london bridge has fallen down

Alex can feel the eyes of the room on him as Shaan approaches his side. Then, Shaan quietly murmurs in his ear. They’re words he’s thought about before, distantly wondering about what might happen when they were finally uttered. How their lives might change. There’s nothing that can prepare him for the reality of it though, nothing that can prepare him for how his breath hitches when Shaan speaks.

‘London Bridge is down, Sir.’ 

---

Queen Mary is dead. Henry doesn't know how to feel.

Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Place (and forget macbeth is a fucking tragedy)

"You don't owe me anything."

"Of course I do. If you have time now...there are things I'd like to say."

Alex hesitates.

"I know I don't have any right to ask you to listen," Henry adds. He sounds so hopeful though.

A little closure doesn't sound like a terrible thing. Agreeing to go with Henry, alone, to Kensington Palace sounds like returning to the scene of a crime.

It's been over a decade since their breakup - Alex is now a single dad forging his career as a lawyer, and Henry's finally getting the courage to stand up to his grandmother. In finding themselves, can they also find their way back to each other?

[fatcatlittlebox]

I see so much discourse on X about Celeborn and as a multi shipper it's quite annoying. I don't think people realize that Haladriel isn't going anywhere. In fact, when you compare all the established canon couple fanworks against all the protagonist/antagonist (even anti-heros) fanworks in ALL SERIES/BOOKS/SHOWS/ETC TO EVER EXIST, there will always be more of the latter simply because of 2 reasons: the what if's to be explored and the forbidden aspect of it. I wish ppl would calm down. I also find it silly when I see my own mutuals dunk on Haladriel over the 'toxic' aspects and it bothers me too since I like both ships. Unlike Celedriel, you guys can take a Sauron & Galadriel relationship (in all sense of the word, not just in a pairing context) and take it in ANY direction you want, with enough creativity. You can write them as friends in an AU, or even before they became known by their names (like her meeting Mairon before he became Sauron). You can write S1 and S2 (even 3-5) divergence fics, redemption arcs, dystopia fics, crack fics, dead doves, or even fluff (like off-stage AU where they're not enemies off screen). Heck, since you guys got the mind palace thing, and with her growth over the ages, you can even find ways to make non-AU fluff/hurt&comfort (maybe when they're both tired of this endless fight of the ages because it's a stalemate and he wants to repent but he can't due to Morgoth's corruption and he knows it?). Haladriel has a cosmic connection, and I think this implies that even if one of them dies, it will still exist somehow even when they pass into the Undying lands. Haladriels don't understand how much advantage they have with being portrayed by actors with amazing chemistry, an established and growing fanbase, an entire season without any kind of background conflict that takes the focus away from them as their relationship was explored and developed, having it all: UST, 'acquaintances fighting alongside each other to become friends' and the 'friends-to almost?-to enemies' aspect, and there are even Tolkien's writings that confirm he is capable of redemption. I've even seen well-written fan theories on ways that he can redeem himself too. It's like star-crossed lovers baked into every kind of trope that ppl like to explore. Really, I don't understand how it's not obvious enough. Yes, she ends up with Celeborn, and they are happily married and their relationship is secure and comfy. I know that may sound boring to some, but that's why I like Haladriel too, because their relationship isn't confined to only one narrative, unlike Tolkien's works. Yes, you can argue that Haladriel has a doomship narrative because they don't end up together, but the appeal of doomships is that you can DO so much with it in fanon, even completely reverse it (as I've seen in fanfics already). If you tried to do something similar with an established canon ship where they are supposed to be happily married, it doesn't make much sense, unless it's for angst. Celeborn is just a humble normal elf and he doesn't have any that. He just trying to vibe, support Galadriel, and not piss anyone off lol. And I say all of that as a pro-Celeborn fan lol. Sorry for this long rant, I just wish they would leave my poor silver clam alone ;_; and for fans to stop fighting.

I agree 💯 with all of this. That’s why I can happily digest all forms of haladriel. Modern AU, canon divergence, coffee shop fluff, Sauron redemption arc, socially awkward Mairon. All of it. And thank peanut butter and bagels the fanfic writers in this fandom are bar none some of the best fucking writers I have ever read. We are so lucky.

[lorialia]

jinnie's fic recs

♡ = fluff ✧ = angst ✿ = smut

before i created this account i've been a pretty casual lurker of skzxreader content. this is a little masterlist with a bunch of fics i really liked. more to be added ! if you would not like to be mentioned please let me know.

last updated 4/21/2025

⋆ ot8

when they realize they want to marry you ♡ by @/sunboki

⋆ bangchan

this, for now ✧ by @/milkistay - childhood friend!chan x reader. after 12 years, you reunite with your childhood best friend who comes back home from his idol life in korea.

the cuddle crisis ♡✧ by @/jisunggy - solo idol!chan x manager!reader. chan doesn't normally sleep well. this is no secret. until the night he accidentally ends up cuddling with you and wakes up feeling like a new man. now he has a proposition for you…

queensmaker ♡✧ by @/kangaracha - ninth member au. to jype, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine. the best ninth member au series i've ever seen. ongoing series.

⋆ lee know

language barrier ♡ by @/dreaming-medium - strangers to lovers. when the power goes out while you’re in an atm vestibule, you come to realize you’re stuck inside until the police come to open the door. but there’s one problem, you don’t speak a lick of korean, and the man inside doesn’t seem to speak an ounce of english.

fade into you ♡ by @/luvtak - tooth rotting fluff. established relationship. short camping fic, so sweet!

friends forever? ✿♡ by @/outofconcheol - fluff, humor, brief smut. minho has the difficult task of wooing someone very important to you: your cat.

⋆ changbin

the accidental acquisition (of sugar) ✿♡ by @/skzdarlings - rich best friend!changbin x reader. super cute, changbin accidentally becomes your sugar daddy? on ao3.

⋆ hyunjin

⋆ han

reckless convictions ✧✿ by @/moonjxsung - music professor!han x fem!reader. your senior year of college takes a strange turn when you develop a relationship with your professor. trust me on this- it's so good. holy shit. also if you're a music nerd you'll love this.

let me blow your mind ✿ by @/1nthedarknessofthenight - badboy!han x fem nerd!reader. very nasty. mind was indeed blown.

look up to the stars ♡✧ by @/hyuuukais - apocalyptic au. major character death(s). slow burn. ongoing series.

the kingsguard ✧✿ by @/skzdarlings - you are a queen. he is a kingsguard- a member of a holy order that vows to defend the king in the name of the gods. they forsake all earthly goods and swear a vow of chastity to avoid all worldly temptation. when he stands in as proxy for the royal wedding, all those vows are tested. ongoing series.

in real life ♡✧ by @/jisunggy - you and jisung get trapped in a fanfic, and the only way out is to play matchmaker for the main pairing. hopefully feelings don't get confused or misplaced...oh shit. two part series.

meet odd ♡ by @/soobnny - aquaintances to lovers. college au. tooth-rotting fluff. "we live on the same floor and the room betweenhours always has really loud sex so now we're both in the main lounge at 2am...do you want this last bit of ice cream? two part series.

in mente et lege ✧ by @/furioussheepluminary - law firm manager!jisung x intern!reader. suggestive. in mind and law, you tackle the new momentum of your job, something you've mentally and physically prepared for. but emotionally? it's not what you had in mind.

rivalry redefined ✿ by @/leriexoxo - rivals to lovers. college au. you and han jisung have always hated each other. but something shifts. the rivalry simmers. then boils. and suddenly, he’s not just trying to beat you—he’s trying to break you. two part series.

someone i could love by @/babyarmywrites - idol!han x reader. fluff. slight angst. as han jisung battles his own anxieties and the pressures of fame, you slowly discover the quiet, steady flame of a love that’s been there all along.

⋆ felix

resurface ♡✧ by @/forlix - established relationship. felix misses you a little extra tonight; good thing you're way ahead of him.

fairy flowers ✧♡✿ by @/hyunsvngs - your childhood best friend, the prince felix, is to be betrothed in an arranged marriage. the problem is, you're the top choice- and you're also secretly madly in love with him. full three part series.

the bodyguard ✧✿ by @/skzdarlings - bodyguard!felix x reader. your father hires an inconspicuous bodyguard to accompany you at school and supervise you at home. what seems like an innocuous change in routine eventually spirals into a forbidden romance that grows more passionate over the next decade. full series, slow burn. genuinely incredible.

pretend marry me ♡ by @/jisunggy - out of pure embarrassment, you ask your best friend to pretend to be your fiance at your ex's wedding reception.

⋆ seungmin

home run ✿ by @/hyunsvngs - baseball player best friend's brother!seungmin x reader. enemies to lovers. you love your best friend, you hate her baseball playing brother. he’s not been home for a few years during your summers back home, so you can’t wait for another amazing summer - until he returns home.

a series of phone calls with increasing time zones, proving that not even distance can break true love ♡✧ by @/pixiefelixie - idol!seungmin x reader. long-distance au. implied masturbation. this was so sweet i nearly cried.

stood up ♡✧ by @/jisunggy - ceo!seungmin x fem!reader. strangers to lovers. slow burn. suggestive. i screamed reading this fic. in a good way.

⋆ i.n

boy of the forest ♡✧ by @/sunboki - greek god!jeongin x mortal!reader. best friends to lovers. one of the softest fics ever.

[mirahuyooo]

Love Quarrels | jhs

Love Quarrels

—Couples fight. It's unavoidable and normal even—but will you and your husband get over it?

Word Count: 4,919 words

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Content/s: ANGST, fLUFf, romance, established relationship, mention of arranged marriage, fIGHTING, Hoseok is one stubborn bich but he simps for youu 🥺💘💞💖💗, (S/N) means sister’s name (if you don't have one, just pick a random girl name or something lmAO), Mafia AU

[masterlist] 

A/N: MY WRITING IS GETTING LONGER AND LONGER I’M KIND OF CONCERNED??? anYWAYS, this was inspired by a dream i had a couple of months back but i spiced it up a bit for y'all (bc it lacked substance and stuff lmAO) HHWHAHAHSH trust me, my dream was boring compared to this LMAOOO hope you guys enjoy!!! ((also, the gif i used is from pinterest LOOK  AT THAT COLLARBONE AAAA))

Couples fight. It's unavoidable and normal even. 

Only an absolute fool would enter a relationship and hope it to be all sunshine and rainbows dancing around with Cupid. In fact, a couple's ability to overcome the obstacle standing in their way to happily ever after is what measures how great their love is for one another. It meant changing one's faults for the better in order to meet in the middle for a compromise. It meant understanding, healing, and development. 

However, fighting isn't an enemy so easy to defeat—even for the strongest of soldiers. 

It can turn sour, bitter, and salty all at once. Things not really meant could be said, just to hurt one another in the heat of the moment. Screaming so many things till throats go raw, but not hearing a single thing of what the other has said. Hearts aching but so furious all the same. 

It's ugly—there's no better way to put it. 

Which was why, when you and Hoseok had the first big fight of your relationship, the ugliness of it had led you to walk out the door in the middle of the night with a small suitcase in hand. 

This was not how it was supposed to go. You two were supposed to have a nice dinner and talk about your plans tomorrow. How did it all go south so fast?

"I can't deal with this anymore, Hoseok!" you cried, palm slamming against the wooden surface of the table. It stung, but you were too overwhelmed with frustration to care. "You're not home anymore! Who's to say the next time I see you won't be in a body bag, huh?! In a casket?!"

Were you wrong to worry about such things? Why does he not care about this?

Hoseok looked terrifying—all the usual love and affection in his face and tone were gone. "If you're so tired of me then leave!"  he bellows, "I don't give a shit about what you do!" 

The cracks in your heart go deeper. "Fine," you find yourself whimpering in defeat. You pushed yourself up from your seat and walked out the dining room, too exhausted to reason out that it wasn't him you were tired of. It was his job. 

You had heard him sigh in frustration and curse under his breath then, but he had made no move to stop you—and so, you didn't bother to. In fact, he had been by the door, watching you pack as you silenced your sobs as best as you could. His pride didn't make him stop you then and there, even though his crestfallen eyes told you he really wanted to. 

In the end, the clock struck 11 PM, and you were ready to leave with a hotel reservation and an early flight waiting for you out the door. "Let's talk when you're ready to," you had told him before leaving, your soft heart relenting to the love of your life. 

It wasn't necessarily an official break—neither of you had properly spoken since your voices gave out from all the shouting—but you consider it to be one that you both needed and one you decided to make for yourself. You were tired and hurting—both physically and mentally.  

And so, here you are now, on a plane from Seoul and on your way to your sister's house in Jeju.

Outside the window of the private jet your sister had gotten you for the flight, the sun rises over the horizon amidst an array of oranges and blues. It was about 6 AM now—30 or so minutes into your flight—and all you managed was a three hour nap in your hotel room after so much crying. 

You knew well how pathetic you looked right now—such a hot mess that even your white blouse, black slacks, and black heels look couldn't make you seem put-together as well as you had hoped. Your (h/c) hair was a bit unkempt in the ponytail you had put it in, and you were obviously hiding puffy and tired eyes behind those big black glasses. Still, you hoped that other people would be intimidated enough to mind their own business. 

"Let me know when you land soon, alright?" Your sister's voice on the other side of a line was a comfort you were grasping onto. You had called her sobbing a few hours ago, taking advantage of the little reunion at Jeju she had offered you a few months ago. It was fortunate that she’s used to getting up early, otherwise you would’ve been stuck in that hotel—in Seoul.  

Flying to Jeju, you were definitely taking the extra mile here, but you had no one else you trusted more than your sister. "Yeah," you clear your throat after it comes out wrangled. "Thanks again for letting me stay over."

"No problem, sweetie," she assures you, voice dripping with pity that it irked you deep inside. "It's been so long since we saw each other, anyway. So, it's absolutely fine, (Y/N)."

It was true. You haven’t seen your older sister in person at all since you were married off to Hoseok last year. The last you’ve seen of her was through the tinted windows of the limousine as it left the venue, an apologetic smile etched on her face as she waved along with the others. 

“(Y/N)?”

You snapped back from your reverie, hearing your sister calling out your name in worry. “Yeah?” you awkwardly reply, holding back a sigh at your own reckless daydreaming. 

A second or two passed before your sister continued again. “Are you…” she paused, “okay?” 

You let out a groan in embarrassment. At the same time, your petty side grumbled an answer in your head. I called you crying. Obviously, I’m not okay. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled instead, “I... I got distracted. What were you saying?” 

Some clutter in the background interrupts (S/N) for a moment, but she returns to you soon enough. “I was just about to say that I have to go now,” she says, tone a little apologetic, “Haebyul and I will pick you up when you land, so let us know, alright?”

"Okay," you weakly muse. “See you.”

The call ends, leaving you alone to your thoughts once again.

Your family is a little more than well-off—the average person can’t call up an immediate private jet to Jeju at the crack of dawn, after all—but that has always come with a price. Your father’s connections, as it had turned out, were rooted deeper than you thought—deeper as in underground deeper. 

You were fifteen when you saw the guns glinting inside your father and his fellow business associates’ jackets. Later that night, you come to realize why your mother left. 

You were sixteen when you were kidnapped for ransom by some small gang that your father’s men were so easy to wipe out. The echoes of bullets ricocheting off concrete and through flesh haunting your dreams from years on end.

You were seventeen when you broke down after training. Body tired and bruised, you decided then and there that you don’t want a life like this. 

You were eighteen when you talked your father into sending you abroad to study for college, just so you could be far from the violent scene you’ve been born into.

A part of you was glad that your father let you be for the rest of your college life. You know for a fact that underneath all of that stone-cold heart was a father that loved his daughters, and you were grateful for it, but the mafia still came first. You realized this when, at twenty-four, you were walking down the aisle to a man you barely know.  

Jung Hoseok is handsome, but intimidating—that was your first impression of him when you came to that fateful ball. You had come home then for a little vacation, coaxed into coming by your older sister. Leaving the crowded ballroom for the balcony, you had come across him there by accident. Out of courtesy, you started some idle talk between the two of you, and he responded, much to your shock really. In the end though, you could never forget the eyes that barely left yours for the rest of the dinner. 

Never did you expect that man to become your husband. What made it all funny was the fact that your older sister was the one who was originally set by your father to marry into the Jungs. She would’ve been in your place, had it not been for the farmer’s daughter in Jeju that she got smitten with. As much as you were happy for your sister, however, you were the one left to honor the promise between families. 

In the blink of an eye, the carefully cultivated and private life you built outside your family’s violent one was gone. You were forced to quit your job, and move back to Seoul one month before the wedding. Hoseok and your father both expressed their apologies for having dragged you into this mess, but the wedding was never called off either. 

Everything was a blur after that. 

As much as his expressionless face had features chiseled by the gods, however, you came to like the smile on Hoseok’s face whenever you two were alone. You weren’t sure just how many out there would believe you if you told them that one of Seoul’s biggest players in the underground likes to dance, hums little tunes to himself, and is deathly afraid of bugs, but then again, there were things that only you, his wife, were allowed to see. 

Hoseok was caring, you discovered—sometimes, a little too caring that it becomes overprotective—and that he often finds comfort in touch. You soon came to know how to take care of him just as much as he came to take care of you.  

Perhaps it was this vulnerability and rawness to each other that made you fall in the first place. You didn’t know when or where, but you started to look at Hoseok more than just a friend you were sharing a house (and a marriage) with. At some point, he did too.  

It was a blessing, your father once said, that you managed to find love in something usually so heartless.  

But love didn’t cancel out the rest of the accursed things.

In your home, Hoseok may have been your husband—your Hobi—but as soon as he walks out the door, he was Jung Hoseok, a man so feared and so hated. Every day was a gamble, and every day you’re reminded of why you hated this kind of life in the first place. You don’t get to know if he’s alive or safe until he comes back home to show you himself. You don’t get to live normally, always having to look over your shoulder and not trusting anyone else. 

You don’t like it, but you love Hoseok, so you put up with it. Up until how long, you don’t know, but you were definitely buckling in at this moment. 

Fingers playing with the heart-shaped locket of your necklace, you were tearing down yet again at the memory of him. You love Hoseok with all of your heart, but some couples win against the fight and some lose to it. It worries you thinking about which yours will land on. 

Fate was funny—at least you think it thinks it’s funny, because you sure as hell don’t.

Glaring down at the plate of strawberries Haebyul puts on the table, you fumed as your brain instantly remembers Hoseok. He liked strawberries. You vividly remember the ‘berry, berry, strawberry’ in your head from that time he brought you some strawberries as breakfast in bed afte—

“What did the strawberries ever do to you?”

You knock out of your stupor to your sister and her girlfriend staring at you in confusion with the beginning of a laugh clear on your sister's face. “Sorry,” you stammer, flustered by your own actions. “I just remembered something.”

Damn it, (Y/N). Forget about him for a second, will you?

Fortunately—and embarrassingly—the two women seemed to understand your plights, moving on from the moment with ease. “Alright,” your sister prompts, “since you're here then, where do you want to go? To the beach, Sunrise Peak or what?”

As much as you appreciate your sister and her girlfriend's efforts, you shrug, not really having anything in mind to do here when you spontaneously went here on a whim. You weren't in the mood to exactly go anywhere at the moment, but you relent, not wanting to be rude. “Do you guys have any suggestions?” you ask. 

Haebyul hums for a moment, racking her brain for ideas, before suddenly lighting up. “There’s a teddy bear museum,” she beams, “You’ll love it there! We could check it out later if you’d like!”  

So will, Hoseo—god damn it!

“That sounds great,” you forcibly grinned, giving yourself a mental slap. Stabbing a strawberry with a fork, you stuff it into your mouth. The juice explodes flavors onto your tongue, reminding you of moments all too nostalgic. You nearly groan in embarrassment and frustration of yourself. 

Why can't you just eat a strawberry, (Y/N)?

---

The museum turned out to be a delight—the teddy bears were fun and amusing, each part of the exhibit more excitable and adorable than the last. Try as you might, you were reminded of the teddy bear you have at home in spite of your very best effort to maintain the 'forget about Jung Hoseok' agenda. 

The teddy bear you have was white, soft, and fairly large with red heart-shaped paws and a red ribbon tied around its neck like a bow. It wasn't dramatically large, but it was big enough for you to cuddle into bed whenever Hoseok wasn't around—just as he had intended when he gave it to you in the first place. Sleeping in a bed with a stuffed toy was childish, yes, but you cherished everything Hoseok gave you. It was unfortunate, however, that you seemed to recently cuddle more with Mr. Fluffles than your own husband. 

It was hilarious how fast your nostalgic mood turns from sweet and smiley to sour and upset at the thought of Jung Hoseok. It's one of his many skills, you supposed. 

As you force yourself out of memory lane, there past your sister and her girlfriend checking their phones, were two men discussing amongst themselves. The two of them seemed to be average tourists, but they seemed to be having such a serious conversation in the middle of a teddy bear museum.

Now, you weren’t one to be so unnecessarily paranoid, but even if you chose to avoid such a path, you did still grow up in a mafia household yourself, and in such a life, you know well to utilize your instincts. Your instincts, right now, were telling you that those two men have been following you three around since you set foot into the local area. You caught sight of those green windbreakers once or twice, but, just to be safe and sure, you go to your sister. 

“I’m going to the bathroom, okay?” you lie, but it was enough to convince your sister, who only gave you an absent-minded nod and hum.

While the two men were still busy amongst themselves, you quickly slipped through other people, taking off your jacket to make sure they would recognize your silhouette. You had practically circled the hall to sneak at them from behind, pretentiously looking at the teddy bears you’ve already looked and cooed at. 

As expected, once the men realized you were gone from your sister’s side, they began almost frantically looking around. 

You trained your eyes on a site that showed teddy bears in mini New York, but your ears were directed towards them. "She disappeared," you hear the smaller man curse under his breath. As he brought his phone to his ear, you instantly knew you were right all along. "Report it to Mr. Jung imme—"

"Where is he?"

Hearing ‘Mr. Jung’ in the sentence, you instantly asked before you could stop yourself. It was embarrassing—almost as embarrassing as the two men jumping at your sudden presence, hands reaching for something hidden beneath their jacket. 

Upon seeing you there, nonchalantly standing with the denim jacket they identified you with now slung in your arm, there was a flash of relief and panic in their eyes. "What do you mean, miss?" the tall one cleared his throat as the shorter of the two straightened up. 

You know now where you recognized these men from. They were the rookies you saw last month when you came to visit Hoseok. "I saw you two before," you tell them, showing you weren’t at all convinced of their act. "Where's Jung Hoseok, your boss?"

The two noticed the cold look in your eyes, and, for a moment, thought that you were much scarier than their boss. They both bow—respectfully and apologetically—to you. "We—" one of them hesitates to speak up, "we can't tell you that information, ma'am..."

A part of you—your heart, really—was leaping with joy. If Hoseok sent them after all, then does that mean he had them check up on you while you were away? Does that mean he still does give a shit about you?

‘Why didn’t he come himself then?’ said the bitter part of yourself, instantly shattering your hope. ‘If he missed me as much as I missed him, then why didn’t he come instead?’

To be honest with yourself, you really do want Hoseok with you right now. How could you not? He’s your husband and, as much as you were upset with him after the fight, you would obviously want your husband with you on this special day. 

You want Hoseok with you. 

You wanted him to be with you on that flight to Jeju for a vacation from the reality of your brutal lives, sleeping on his shoulder instead of giving yourself a stiff neck leaning over nothing. 

You wanted him to be with you on that breakfast with Haebyul and your sister, sharing stories and giggles in between succulent strawberry bites. 

You wanted him to be with you on your way to the Teddy Bear Museum, walking side by side, hands intertwined as you both pointed out at the exhibits with grins on your faces. 

You want Hoseok with you—but he isn’t. 

He may care, but it wasn't enough to talk the mess out with you. "Then, please,” you grit through your teeth, “tell him to come talk to me instead of having his men follow me around and spy on me."

With that, you leave the henchmen to themselves, returning to your sister, who gives you a strange look. "Who were they?" she asked. 

You held back a sigh. "No one."

Time passed, your sister mentioning that you three were going to drive to this fancy restaurant for dinner after your time at the Teddy Bear Museum ended. You had initially protested against it, but she insisted, leaving no room for argument, especially since she was the one driving the car in the first place. 

It took nearly an hour but you arrived at the restaurant. Through the big windows, you see red cushions with gold linings surrounding round tables. It was fancy and a tad bit romantic for your current bitter conquest, but you get out of the car nonetheless. 

You soon notice something strange, however. Exiting your sister's car gave you more access into looking at the restaurant. There's no one inside. 

Looking around more made you feel suspicious enough that you decided to cave into questioning. "Why are there no people?" You ask your older sister, who gives you a mere shrug. 

"It's your birthday, sweetie," she simply grins as she hands her keys to the valet.

Your jaw drops at her nonchalance. Is that why she's been on the phone a lot earlier?

Your eyebrows furrowed together. "Why would you—"

Words caught up in your throat like an absolute car wreck, you gawk at what you see over your sister's shoulder. Behind you three was a man in a suit pacing around by the restaurant foyer and talking heatedly to the phone he had pressed against his ear. He turns and you get a good look at his face, proving your shock correct. 

Jung Hoseok. 

You had a hunch that he may have been scolding the two henchmen you caught trailing you at the museum and that made you feel bad a little. 

Panicking, you focus your attention on your sister to pretend you hadn't at all seen your husband just a few meters away, but the only sight you see on her face was a shit-eating grin. Haebyul, herself, was trying to hide a giggle. "You did not," you gasped in terror, gratitude, and irritation all together. 

The grins on Haebyul and (S/N)'s faces don't relent. "I did," she answers proudly, her girlfriend nodding along excitedly. 

Is this why she's been on the phone a lot earlier?

(S/N) gives you a quick encouraging kiss on the cheek before linking arms with Haebyul. "It'll be fine," she tells you, "he missed you just as much as you did." 

With that, they barely give you another second, already walking towards the restaurant. You stood there in the middle of the walk way, frozen and debating with yourself. 

If he had conspired with your sister to come all this way, then he did care enough to pull a stunt like this. 

But what took him so long? It's been 19 hours. You could've gone one that whole museum tour together!

You look back at the foyer where Hoseok stood. He was still there—only now, he was staring at you. Gone were the furrowed brows and intimidating scowl on his face. His stare was warm and soft, filled with the same longing you had for him. 

For a moment, however, he stops, bowing to your sister and Haebyul in greeting as they approach the restaurant doors, before gesturing towards the empty tables with a charming smile—the one that often fooled people into thinking him harmless. So, he must've been the one to take control over the whole restaurant bit, considering the fact that your sister may have been the one tasked to distract you. 

You tear your eyes from him for a moment, looking up at the sky painted blues, purples, and oranges by the setting sun. Your eyes were stinging. Oh God. You do not want to cry right now. 

It doesn't help you to look back at your husband, only to see him now walking towards you with a bouquet of roses in his hands. It's safe to say you were emotional and panicking. 

Where the hell did he get the roses? 

What should I say?

Jung Hoseok, one of the most feared mafiosos in Seoul, fidgets before you just a good feet away. "Jagi, I—"

"What took you so long?" You find yourself asking the question that's been simmering—boiling and burning—in your head for the past 10 hours you've been in Jeju. You meant for the words to come out cold and indifferent, but all they were was a mess of raw emotions—an almost whimper. 

Hoseok softens further with guilt. "I took care of something," he tells you, "but I'm here now, and..."

Your husband shyly offers you the bouquet, which you gingerly took from his possession, touches lingering around one another. Doing nothing but look down at the pretty red petals, you were able to avoid looking into your husband's eyes for a moment. Maybe then he wouldn't see you so close to crying. 

Hoseok sighs before you, unsure of what to say or where to start. "I want to say I'm sorry, jagi," he admits, "I know it doesn't make things better. I hurt you, and I let you leave, because I was too prideful and stubborn."

A part of you—the petty, bitter one—wanted to scoff, but, deciding enough hurt has been tossed around, you take a deep breath and look up at him again. “You’re not mad at me anymore?” you softly ask.  

Your husband’s brows knit together, his head furiously shaking in disagreement. “I was never mad at you in the first place, jagi,” he tells you, a sigh so full of regret and frustration leaving his lips. It didn’t seem like it, you thought, but you give him a moment to compose and explain himself. 

"We were dealing with a particularly hard mission," Hoseok tells you, "and I was so upset that I couldn't go home at the right time at all. It was almost your birthday, too! I didn’t have time to plan or do anything. I haven't talked to you, touched you, or kissed you as much as I used to, and I got so angry with myself that night that I took out all the bottled up emotions I had on you when all you did was worry about me and my wellbeing."

It was then your husband gained the courage to seize your hands in his, the bouquet left to be tucked in your arm. Hoseok doesn’t look you in the eyes, but with the way his lips quivered and his nose sniffled, you knew why. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he says in a voice so soft—so vulnerable—that any ice in your heart effectively melts away. Jung Hoseok rarely apologizes, but when he does he means it sincerely and does everything he can to make up for it.

Stepping forth, you wrap your arms around his middle, your head now tucked beneath his chin as he holds you tighter and closer to him. You wanted this—your Hobi back with you, back to love you and let you love him. 

Still, you couldn’t exactly just forget your fears so easily. You wanted something greater than just this—wanted the near impossible. "Let's just run away from all of this, Hobi, please," you quietly murmur into his blazer.  

Your husband gives you a gentle squeeze. "You and I both know it's not as easy as that, jagi," he tells you, breath tickling your ear. "The boys and I have enemies. Your family has enemies. We'll have to constantly look over our shoulders."

You knew well that the most likely case of you and Hoseok escaping the mafia scene would be getting hunted down by rivals and bastards with grudges, which was why you were very frustrated with having such a life—for loving such a man that only cemented your fate into that life further. 

"But I'll make sure that doesn't happen, okay?" you husband suddenly whispers, his lips now just over your forehead. He gives it a gentle kiss. "Just give me time."

Your eyes widened, slightly pulling away to look into his eyes—to see if he truly meant it. Hoseok, of course, meant it with his entire being. (He also can’t lie that well—don’t tell anyone that) 

Really? The look on your face asks this, and your husband smiles—so lovingly, so sweet that it makes you brutally soft. “Just give me time,” he tenderly repeats, eyes so filled with promise and determination that it makes you cling into hope. 

Tears blurring your eyes, you stood on the tip of your toes just to capture his lips with yours. The kiss burns in all the right places of your heart—passion and love blended into one as you and your husband melt into it so easily. You were stuck in your own moment—you own paradise—and you didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

You may have gotten yourself into deep trouble loving a man like Jung Hoseok—might’ve gotten yourself into a deeper pit than the one you’ve tried to escape before—but it is in the most sacredly intimate moments like this that you’re reminded why you had let yourself fall this far—why you fell so helplessly to the clutches of Cupid in the first place. Jung Hoseok may have been a monster—may have been the Devil himself—but when he loved, he loved with his whole being, loved you so much he would repent and turn his back against the world.  

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, pressing another soft kiss.

You laugh breathlessly. “I love you, too.”

Hoseok grins with you, before giving you one last kiss. “I managed to convince Namjoon for a few days off,” he beams, excitement so contagious it makes your cheeks hurt from so much smiling. A few days may not be enough, but you both gratefully take what you were given and make the most of it.  

"If you come with me now," he then says as he pulls away from your embrace and gestures to the restaurant. "I can show you what really took me so long to get here, hm?"

You take his inviting hand with a smile, so happy to be able to spend the last hours of your birthday—and just a few more days—with your husband. 

“Lead the way, Mr Jung.”

Hoseok chuckles a little, intertwining your hands together securely. “This way, Mrs. Jung.”

P.S. I made a moODBOARD FOR THIS ! ! ! {CLICK FOR HQ!}

again, i hoped you liked and enjoyed this! 

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! Can I request a Levi x Reader where their roles are reversed!! Basically It Bloomed In Spring but Reader is the Empress and Levi is her butler. I leave the rest to your imagination ;) (Fluff or Smut? Don't care which one but it's your choice!) Have a good day Jelly!

You got it <3 I can see this being very cute.

@kenkopanda-art <3

In spring, it bloomed.

Pairing: Butler!Levi x Empress!Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, fluff, forbidden romance, cute, romantic, fluff, confident reader, sweet, established relationship.

Concept: A few moments between you and your beloved butler. You getting up in the morning, you having lunch with others, you both taking a romantic walk, you working in your office to you breaking the law so you and Levi can finally be together.

Warning: There are some suggestive things in this oneshot.

Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

Morning

Levi carried a tray towards your grand bedroom doors. He felt a flutter in his chest as he got closer. He remembered how he'd made love to you last night, then he got up early and made you breakfast as if he was a normal butler and not sleeping with and deeply in love with his master.

He opened the doors and closed them softly behind him. He placed the tray on the table by your large balcony doors. He pulled back the curtains and admired the summer sun shining through. He smiled at the sun and remembered how in spring he arrived as your new butler and the two of you fell in love.

He opened the doors to let the fresh air in for you. He cast his gaze on you and saw you tangled up in white sheets. He blushed hard at how angelic you looked as you slept soundly. He moved closer and saw the love bite on your neck he'd possessively put on you last night.

He sat on the bed as he slowly moved the hair from your face. He smiled as you slowly woke up. "Good morning, your majesty."

You opened your eyes and smiled at your lover. "Good morning." You sat up to show you were naked. You stretched and moaned in delight. "What a wonderful morning."

Levi blushed hard at your body covered in love bites. "Y-Yes, your majesty."

You slipped out of bed and walked past Levi in his butler suit. "You wear that suit well."

Levi stared at your behind that he remembered slapping last night. "Thank you."

You pulled on your long flowing robe before walking over to your makeup station. "Do I have a long schedule for the day?"

Levi took the brush from your hand and started combing your hair. "You have a few meetings today. Your first is regarding policy changes you're making to your land, next is new developments and research, then about marriage proposals, and the last one is about organising a ball."

You hummed in thought. "How about I skip all that? I could run off and not do a thing." You turned to Levi. "Well, maybe I could spend it with you." You cupped the side of his face before leaning up and kissing him. "I love you, Levi."

Levi smiled at your words. He kissed you back. "I love you to eternity and back." He smiled as he said your name. "My everything."

You stood up and wrapped your arms around him. "Just for a moment."

Levi hugged you back. "Of course, but I did make you breakfast."

You pulled back and ran over to your breakfast. "You make this?"

"Yes."

You sat down and smiled. "You make the best food."

He poured you a cup of tea. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

You sipped your tea. "I enjoy you. You're wonderful."

"Well, I am one hell of a butler."

You giggled a little. "You are."

Lunch meeting

Levi walked over to you with a teapot. He poured you a cup and glanced down at your breasts being pressed by your dress and corset. He blushed a little at your off-the-shoulder dress.

You glanced at Levi and saw he was going to overfill your cup. "Levi?"

Levi stopped himself. "Sorry, your majesty."

"No need to say sorry." You hummed a laugh and picked up your tea. "Gentlemen? Instead of fighting so much about who has the bigger dick, perhaps it would be wiser to listen to each other and create a conclusion." You sipped your tea and placed it down. "It is true, the mines in my land are wanted by you both, but if you can both prove that those working within the deep mines will be safe and be greatly financially supported, then I shall happily present you with the mines for a price."

Prince Oliver cleared his throat. "Having these mines would be a unionship between our kingdoms. If you offer the mines, then I will happily offer some of our lands as well as our military support."

Prince Edward shook his head. "I can provide you with information and research my top scientists are doing. You can also have an island."

You smiled softly. "I get the feeling my mines are more important than I first thought." You saw the panic in the faces of the Princes. "Levi? Do these men presume I am a fool?"

Levi placed his gloved hand on his chest. "Indeed, your majesty. These princes are mistaken to see you in such a way. Those mines are worth a fortune."

"Indeed they are." You smiled. "Is it perhaps that I possess a uterus instead of a penis that makes you assume things? I can assure you, I know what I am doing with my country of Paradis. This country is blooming because of my ideas." You hummed as you ate some of your lunch.

Oliver bowed. "Forgive me. Old teachings make us thinks harshly about women."

You smiled. "I know. Make the change, do not follow."

Edward shook his head. "I will not make excuses for my words. I was wrong about you. I wish to discuss possibly working together with research. I do not want your mines, but is it possible to use what is within them for research?"

"You wish for me to ravage my lands to make things that damage it more?"

Edward smiled. "You're testing me."

You giggled. "You picked up on that."

He laughed. "Well, I wish to work with you. Time for a change and I believe we can help others. I can provide safe equipment to use in the mine. All I ask is to work together."

You tapped your finger on the table. "Hange Zoe."

"Sorry?"

You smiled. "Hange Zoe, they are my best doctor and researcher. They will happily work with you most of the time."

Edward bowed. "Thank you."

Oliver panicked. "Your majesty, I can provide you with military support!"

You stood up making everyone stand and bow. "I am not one for war. No one wins in war. After a war, the land is ravaged and your country is in debt. You must spend more money to fix the damage you have done. No one wins in war." You smiled as you walked to the door. "Besides, I have the finest trained team in the world. Thank you for lunch. Prince Edward, please talk to my advisor Erwin."

Levi walked with you until you reached your office. "Your majesty?"

You walked to your country map and gazed at it. You ran your hand over your island of Paradis. "Did I do the right thing?"

Levi walked closer. "I-."

You smiled sadly. "Sorry, I should not have asked you. Selfish of me to ask such a thing."

Levi took your hand and kissed your fingers. He said your name against your skin making you blush as you gazed at him. "I believe you made the right choice. You're a good person and you're good for Paradis."

"Thank you." You shook a little as you fought tears. "Sorry for being weak. I'm supposed to be strong, but my strength fails me."

Levi pulled you close and held you. "Then I will provide you with some strength."

Secret date

You walked with your maid Ivy with Levi on your mind. You gripped a basket in your hand and noticed Levi talking to a gardener. "Levi?"

Levi paused his conversation and glanced over at you. He blushed softly at you in your summer gown. "Your majesty. I must say, your summer dress is rather stunning."

"Thank you." You offered him the basket. "Could you hold this for me?"

He looked down at the basket as he felt confused. "Of course."

You turned to Ivy. "I believe Levi will take over my care right now. Please, take a break for the rest of the day."

Ivy bowed deeply. "Thank you, your majesty."

You bowed your head a little. "You are most welcome." You turned to Levi. "Walk with me."

Levi bowed and walked with you towards your woods. "Of course, your majesty."

You lifted your dress a little as you stepped over a large group of roots. "I do love the trees here. The vastness of them is beautiful."

"Indeed." He gasped when you walked off the main path. "Your majesty! Where are you going!?"

"If you follow you will know!"

Levi ran after you as you moved through the woods until he reached a large oak. He looked around to see flowers surrounding it and you sat nicely below it. He moved closer and smiled softly as a memory of a date fluttered into his mind.

You plucked a flower and smiled at it. "I remember when we came here before." You glanced over at Levi. "Our first kiss was here, was it not?"

"Indeed it was." You pointed to the basket. "We will be needing that."

He sat down and opened the basket to see food and drink inside. "Is this a date?"

"Would it upset you if it was?"

He grinned. "I am happy that it is." He poured two drinks. "To us."

You tapped your glass against Levi's. "To us." You downed your drink and hummed. "I wanted to surprise you. I made the treats, which surprised my kitchen staff."

Levi picked out the food and loved how well made with love they were. "They look wonderful."

"Thank you. Before I was Empress, I was just a common woman, so I know my way around a kitchen."

Levi bit the food and moaned at the flavours. "It's wonderful."

"I'm glad you like it." You reached into the basket and grabbed something wrapped in tissue. "You will enjoy this the most."

He unwrapped it to reveal a beautiful pin of your royal flower coming out of a teacup. He smiled and put it on his lapel. "Thank you. This is us together, isn't it?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"I shall carry us always." He held your hands. "You spoil me." He pulled you close and kissed you. "You are so wonderful to me. I know you are trying hard to get us to be together. I cannot wait for the day where I will be allowed to marry you."

You welled up. "I cannot wait either."

Levi held you tightly. "I love you." He tangled his fingers in your hair. "I love you." He kissed you and slowly pushed you down onto your back. "I love you." He panted as he moved against you, his tongue exploring the mouth he adored. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you so much."

Office time

You let out a long sigh as you read through the papers on your desk. You signed a bill before stamping it to make it official law. You moved your papers to the side and moved on to the last one. You checked what was written and crossed out things that needed changing and editing for another time. You moved the paper to the pile to be fixed by others.

You rolled your shoulders and clicked your neck. You sighed and turned your lamp on as the sun behind you no longer cast a glow. You searched through your books and made notes. You were moving on to looking at ways of changing the law to let you marry Levi. Whenever you had a spare moment, you were trying your hardest to figure it all out.

You jumped at a blanket being placed on your shoulders. You looked up to see Levi in his sleeping things. "Levi."

"I went to see you and hold you in your sleep, but it seems my lover was missing."

You hummed a laugh. "Sorry. I was just finishing my work and I got right into trying to break the law to let us be together."

Levi sat on your desk and lightly touched your cheek. "You work so hard."

"I should be doing better."

"You do plenty." He leaned closer and kissed you. "I have reached out to many butlers and maids to see if there are talks among politicians. It seems they have been fooling you."

You sat back in your chair. "Honestly, I am not surprised." You nibbled on your bottom lip. "I feel as if everyone is against me." You closed your eyes. "Maybe I should give up the crown."

"You are the best thing that could ever happen to this country. Do not give up now."

You opened your eyes and smiled at the loving look in Levi's. "Thank you, but I am tired."

"Then go to bed with we will wake up tomorrow for the new day."

You giggled. "It is sweet how you are. I meant tired in a different way."

He held your hand. "I know, but a night of good sleep is something you need. You keep pushing yourself so much. I worry." He pulled you to your feet. "Allow myself and others to take the lead with this. Please."

You hummed in thought. "Alright."

"You are spreading yourself too thin and there are others who wish to help."

You hugged Levi. "I concede."

"Thank you." He played with your hair. "Will you come to bed with me?"

"Yes."

Levi pulled you out of your office and bumped into Erwin. "I have told her off before you do."

Erwin chuckled. "You beat me to it. I was just about to tell you to stop working as much as you do."

You blushed. "Levi has told me off."

"I will be working with Levi in order to change this law. I swear to you, we will get it."

Freedom

Levi held your hands as he smiled at you. He gripped your hands tightly as he waited patiently. He felt his desire for you building up. When he heard the words, he took his chance. Levi yanked you close and kissed you to the roars of your friends, family and people.

You walked with your now husband down the carpet and into your main hall. You hurried outside and climbed into your carriage. You cuddled up to your husband and waved to the people as you made a tour around your city.

You smiled at Levi. "Emperor Levi."

Levi blushed. "I would prefer prince. You are Empress and above me."

You leaned over and kissed him making people scream and shout with joy. "You are my equal. We stand side by side, not one behind the other. It took us months to get here."

He smiled at your kind words. "Very well, we are equal. I wish to stand at your side, always."

You kissed him. "Thank you." You hugged his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. "You know I once said I was tired?"

"Yes, it was the mental kind."

"Well, all that is gone." You hummed a laugh. "You were a man of your word. You managed to find the answer."

Levi pulled his arm from you and wrapped you tightly in a hug. "I wanted to marry you and be with you more than anything in this world. I was determined. My determination to see you happy and to love you does not end now we're married." He lifted your chin and gazed at you. "I will keep loving you and working with for the rest of our lives and beyond."

You welled up and smiled. "Me too, Levi."

He smiled and kissed you. "Each day for us is a gift."

"It truly is. I am thankful and we will love and have fun together."

He chuckled. "We will."

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph! Happy holidays if you celebrate or happy whatever if you don't care! My request is pretty easy I guess but I'm terribile at using the ao3 filter (its totally me, I'm "new" to fandom fanfics and stuff). I'm looking for a fic where Sherlock or John or both have covid! Thanks xoxo

Hey Nonny!

Thank you! I don't really do Christmas these days, but I do appreciate the sentiment.

Ah, I do have a list of Quarantine / Lockdown / Pandemic (MFL’s) fics, @sherlockedcarmilla has an Isolated Johnlock Fic Recs Collection, and there's a COVID-19 Fic Recs by SwissMiss

I have these specific fics on my MFL list, tagged specifically with COVID / Coronavirus. Enjoy! And as usual, please add your own, friends!

COVID-19/CORONAVIRUS FICS (MFLs)

End of the Curve by doctor_not_your_girlfriend(T, 833 w., 1 Ch. || COVID-19, One Shot, Medical Realism, Major Illness, Recovery, Optimism, Disability, Needles) – July, 2021. Mycroft has a special delivery for Sherlock. Inspired by Proving A Point by elldotsee,  J_Baillier.

The Unexpected Threat by J_Baillier (T, 4,283 w., 1 Ch. || Military AU / Pacific Rim Fusion || Established Relationship, Medical Conditions, Coronaviruses, Doctor John, Bratty Sherlock, Romance, Science Fiction, Futuristic Medicine, Ghost Drifting AKA Telepathy, Medical Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Healing) – The kaiju are not the only threat to the security and well-being of the staff of PPDC's Chard's Rift base. It's the year 2050, and a coronavirus epidemic sweeping the planet has reached The Azores. Part 4 of the At The Edge of Our Hope

a hands-off approach by OmalleyMeetsTibbs and simplyclockwork  (E, 7,516 w., 1 Ch. || Background Mystrade, Coronavirus / COVID-19, Quarantine, Developing Relationship, Alternating POV, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Bratty Sherlock, Touch Starvation, Friends to Lovers, Bisexual John, Everyone Ships It, Awkward Romance, Idiots in Love) – Quarantine is a time of reflection, a time of adapting, a time of finding connection through other means.And throwing sticky hands at your touch-starved flatmate. OR “How to comfort your touch-starved consulting detective during COVID: a guide by John Watson.”

Am I the Current (Tiger) King of England? by Dee_Laundry (T, 9,360 w., 1 Ch. || Tiger King Fusion || Post-S4, Dreams, Friendship, John’s Sexuality, Sherlock’s Sexuality, Quarantine/CoVID-19, Past Character Death, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Dom/Sub, First Kiss) – “I had the weirdest dream last night,” John said. Seven times.

The Secret of Hazel Grange by SilentAuror(E, 18,153 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Christmas, COVID-19 / Pandemic, POV Sherlock) – John has a secret, and Sherlock is bothered. Trapped together at Baker Street during the lockdown, the tension only grows worse as Christmas draws nearer...

Lockdown by johnwatso and Salambo06(E, 23,376 w., 20 Ch. || Quarantine, COVID-19, Lockdown, Fluff, Parentlock, Reunion, Dancing, Soft Idiots, Sex Toys) – The world is in lockdown due to Covid-19. This is how Sherlock and John spend their time.

Inhale With Ease by Vulpesmellifera (E, 25,989 w., 8 Ch. || S4 Divergence, Covid-19/Quarantine, Jealous John, Love Letters, Victor Trevor, Divorce, Angst with Happy Ending) – In the years after Vivian Norbury's capture, life seems to work out just as John planned. He's got that respectable job at the surgery and goes home to his wife and child. He joins Sherlock on cases a couple times per week. It's a rhythm he can live with - just enough adrenaline highs to balance out the drudgery of a normal bloke's life. Until a pandemic, and Victor Trevor, arrive in London.

Quarantine by wendymarlowe (T, 53,950 w., 200 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Coronavirus / Quarantine, John’s Blog, Asexual Sherlock, Slow Burn, Epistolary, Developing Relationship, Real Time, Case Fic) – John and Sherlock are stuck at 221B together due to coronavirus concerns. Sherlock slowly drives John barmy.  [TRANSLATIONS: Русский]

[yuta-nakamots]

Id like to submit a Yuta drabble request 🥺 I don't have a prompt but I have some general ideas. Like office au where you and Yuta are coworkers and he's your junior or being in a newish relationship with Yuta and you tell him you want to know everything about him and you guys open up to each other or holding hands with Yuta. My mbti is intp and yeah!

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending in this request! I tried my best to combine these all into one drabble so I hope you enjoy it :)

Pairing(s): Yuta x Female Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, Office!AU, friends to lovers

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1k

“So this is how you load all the papers in to scan,” you demonstrated for Yuta, the new hire in your division. “You just slide the papers in and let the machine do the work for you. Got it?” He nodded his head, making some of his blonde hair fall into his face.

He was quite handsome and it made you wonder what someone like him could be doing, working in a boring office from the typical 9 to 5 instead of doing something more…entertaining. Like modeling, acting, those kinds of things. But regardless, just because he was attractive didn’t mean you had to immediately tell him all of your hard-earned ins and outs of all the menial tasks you were told to guide him through.

You did enjoy the fact that you were the one who had been given orders to help Yuta though since once he truly started in his position, he would often come to you for help or advice. He was just the slightest bit intimidating at first due to how angry he looked when he was asking for help, but you learned that was just his thinking face. He always spoke to you kindly and tried his best to use his words efficiently but also politely.

Yuta had established himself as a hard-working junior in your mind and you were the first person to encourage him to join the monthly company dinner so he could meet a few of the other people you both worked with. It wasn’t a ‘company’ dinner per se since it was only for those that were on your floor, but it still would be a good way for Yuta to get acquainted with his coworkers. You wanted him to branch out and be able to ask them for help since you weren’t always the best resource to use for certain tasks.

He sat directly across from you at the table and despite being the more talkative out of the two of you, you ended up introducing him to your coworkers and leading those conversations for him. Of course, you let him respond to questions that were directly related to him and his hobbies or other outside interests, and from that, you learned that he’s a huge anime fan. You were a bit surprised since that did not seem to match his exterior but you figured that everyone can have their own interests, no matter how strange.

Gradually, his smile appeared more often throughout the night and you would sometimes catch him making funny faces at you from across the table when your eyes met. You felt proud of him for opening up and giving a seemingly good first impression to your colleagues.

When the event ended, you were going to take the subway home just as you normally did, but Yuta graciously offered to drive you home instead. It was late and you felt that he had only pure intentions so you accepted and gave him the address to your apartment. He even walked you to the door of the lobby, wanting to make sure you got in safely. “Thank you for helping me out tonight, I know it must have been a burden to take care of me for so long.”

“No, not at all,” you refused, “it’s a pleasure to work with you.”

“I’m glad we both feel the same way.” He hesitated for a second before continuing on. “Actually, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Go ahead,” you encouraged.

“Recently, I feel like I’ve developed a crush on you, so I was wondering if maybe you’d be interested in being my girlfriend?” You were a little flustered and didn’t respond immediately. “I know it may be a bit soon so it’s totally fine if you don’t want to,” he blurted out upon seeing your reluctance.

“No, no, it’s okay. I would actually like that a lot.” Your life had been a little boring recently, you figured there could be no harm in something like this.

Over time, your relationship with Yuta progresses and the two of you grow from sharing awkward hugs that made him blush, to sitting in his bed together while watching shows and movies late into the night. “What do you want to watch?” he asked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Surprise me.” You wanted to give him the liberty to share his interests with you.

He picked out a movie called ‘The Tale of Princess Kaguya’ and from the stills and the description alone, you were surprised that he would go for this kind of thing. Though it was released in 2013, it had an older art style that reminded you of drawings in Asian scrolls. Similar to how you were slightly taken aback when he admitted to being an anime fan, you were curious as to how he would have come across this.

“You know, I feel like there’s still so much that I don’t know about you. I knew you were interested in anime but I didn’t know it included things like this,” you told him as the film’s introductory credits began to play.

“Well, maybe now is a better time than ever,” he straightened up and turned to face you, grabbing your hands to hold in earnest. “My name is Yuta and I’m a 26-year-old who was born and raised in Osaka, Japan. I like soccer, journaling, and being outside in sunny weather. My hobbies include binge-watching anime and listening to J-rock. How’s that?”

He had already told you over half of those things, leaving you unsatisfied. “That was nice, but I want to know everything about you.”

“Okay, and I want to know everything about you too,” he laughed, “but maybe later because the movie is starting.”

[astrojoong]

One Call Away

Pairing Park Seonghwa x gn!Reader

Genre Fluff

Length 2.5k

Posted 10.14.2021

Content fluff, established relationship, discussion of medication, mentions of seizures, medication withdrawal, almost angst? (hwa gets worried) reader goes through some acute medicine withdrawal, mentions of stress, cuddling, seonghwa being the mom he was meant to be

Summary Your life has been hectic for the past few weeks, leading you to accidentally take some of your medication doses late or miss them entirely. You now have to deal with the consequences of your actions in the form of medication withdrawal, but if you think your boyfriend is about to let you suffer through this alone, then you don't know Park Seonghwa.

AN Hi! I'm back! I never really left but I have been pretty busy, and to be honest, writing doesn't come all that easily to me. This piece is entirely self indulgent, I started a new job and because of that, I'd been really bad about taking my meds on time or at all. I spent this past weekend paying for my forgetfulness as I was overcome with the whole shebang- body aches, headache, shivers, shakes ect. and drafting this fic was the only thing I could do to take my mind off of the consequences of my own actions. It's not as inclusive as I normally would try and make my readers so you'll just have to forgive me for that. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better, and y'all get a little fic out of it!

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You pause in an attempt to gather your thoughts as you look down at your phone. The screen showed that you had already spent a good ten minutes attempting to explain the recent developments in your morning that have impeded your ability to head over to the dorms and spend the day with Seonghwa and whichever other group members who decided to stick around the dorms. 

Essentially, ever since you had started your new job, it had been more and more difficult to keep up with taking both doses of your medication each day, let alone on time. You had vaguely recognized that your diligence had been slipping, but assumed that you were fine. The pharmacist only warned you against skipping two days worth of medication consecutively. So you thought that surely you would be fine. 

You held that opinion until this morning. A minor headache had been building since this morning, but you assumed it was just from your recent stress. As you sat to eat breakfast, you noticed your hips getting stiff so, after finishing your meal, you attempted to stretch them out, to no avail. If anything the stiffness worsened as you moved, now affecting your knees and ankles. Before long, all of your joints seemed to have developed a personal vendetta against you. To make matters worse, as the morning went on, you seemed to gradually lose your ability to stand or walk without feeling incredibly dizzy and were now haunted by a persistent chill. 

At first you assumed it must be a fever, but your thermometer seemed to disagree. You made your way back to your bed, as you sat down an alarm blared from your phone, reminding you to take your first dose of medication, and the memory of all the side effects of withdrawal that the pharmacist had warned you of came crashing down upon you. It was then that you decided to call Seonghwa to let him know of your current predicament.

“...So yeah, basically, I pieced together that I’m going through withdrawal.”

He stayed silent, his little interjections of sympathy that were present at the beginning of the call have since faded as you continued to regale him with the story of your morning.

You hesitantly continued, unsure of the meaning behind the silence. 

“Uhh, so, I guess the whole point of this call was to let you know that I won’t be able to make it to the dorms today.”

You hear a door shut and immediately know what’s going on.

“I’m coming over.”

He’s angry you realize. His tone was stern as though there was no room for argument, but you were not about to let him get away with this self-sacrificing bullshit. Not on your watch.

“Absolutely not. It’s your only day off for the next two weeks, you’re not coming over to waste it on my dumbass. I’ll be miserable the whole time, and I’m sure I’ll be awful to be around, and you really should spend the day not fussing over someone. You should be spending your time relaxing. Plus I’ll feel better by tomorrow, I’ve already taken today’s first dose and so by tomorrow’s first dose, I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I love you and don’t die before I get there.”

You release a deep sigh as he hangs up and flop backwards onto your bed. You knew in your heart that he wouldn’t listen to you but it was worth a try.

It was almost exactly twenty minutes later when you hear the tell-tale sound of keys unlocking your apartment door, signaling that your ‘saviour’ had arrived. You’re grateful that you had given him a spare key to your place a few weeks earlier, as the excruciating walk to the door to let him in would’ve only caused him more anxiety.

As it turns out, anything to mitigate his anxiety levels would be for nothing anyway. He bursts into your apartment, in a near frantic manner and beelines it to where you lay on your bed. He immediately kneels beside your bed facing you and begins fussing.

“How are you feeling? Has it gotten any worse? How does your heart rate feel? Does it feel faster than normal?” He has the back of his hand on your forehead and examines you as though he’s searching for any huge spontaneous developments that may have appeared since he last spoke to you.

You blink at him, your already scrambled brain struggles to keep up with his rapid fire questions and he’s already got his fingers on your pulse by the time you’ve caught up enough to answer him.

“I mean I don’t feel any worse than before, but I certainly don’t feel great.” You try to look down at his fingers on your neck “Seonghwa, what are you doing?”

He sighs in relief as he removes his fingers from your pulse point. 

“Ok, it’s normal.” He breathes in relief.

“I’m checking your pulse, one of the potential effects of withdrawal from your meds is tachycardia.”

“Seonghwa, what? How do you know that?” 

“I was looking up the withdrawal symptoms for your medication on the way over here. Let me know if your mood changes suddenly or if your vision starts changing or if you have a seizure.”

“How the hell am I supposed to tell you if I’m having a seizure if I’m having a seizure?”

“I don’t know! I’m just worried!” He resumes examining you as though you were about to suddenly end up seriously ill.

You look up at his worried expression from where you lay on your side on the bed. You reach up and gently smooth his drawn eyebrows, effectively erasing the frown from his face. His eyes dart up to meet yours as he pauses his fretting at your touch. You move your hand from his brows to gently cup his cheek.

“Songbird, I’m fine. I’m uncomfortable, and not gonna lie, this sucks, but I really don’t think I’m in danger.”

“But-”

“Hwa” you said sternly, dropping your hand from his face and sitting up slightly. “ It’s not like I haven’t taken my meds for days! I still have plenty in my system and it’ll even out as long as I start keeping up with my doses again.”

He gives you a reluctantly mollified look that lasts only a few seconds until  morphing into the same face he makes when scolding a member. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been missing doses! Do I need to come find you to make sure you’re taking them? You really had me so worried, that’s so dangerous and it could end up seriously hurting you.”

You snort at his nagging and respond with a teasing “Alright mom.” 

He barely spares you a glance before continuing. "What if you’d been alone, what if I was on tour and then you end up hurt and I can’t help you and-”

You decided to cut off his rant before he worked himself up any more than he already has. 

“Ok, but that didn’t happen Seonghwa. I’m ok and you’re here right now, everything is alright.”

He sighs and fixes you with a soft gaze. 

“I’m sorry Love, I just-” He pauses to take a centering breath. “ You really had me worried.”

He reaches a hand out to pat your head and smooth down your hair.

“I don’t know what I’d do if you were hurt and I was unable to help.” He grabs your hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours. “You mean so much to me, darling.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “God, I’m dating such a softie aren’t I?”

He pouts at your jest, and you instantly give in.

“Oh alright, I love you too, you’re incredibly important to me, and I promise I’ll take better care of myself.”

He looks only slightly relieved, clearly still coming down from his panic mode.

“Hey.”

He looks at you curiously.

“What?”

You smile. “Would mothering me make you feel any better?”

You watch as his face lights up. You rarely let him pamper you, always insisting that he wasn’t allowed to do everything for you all the time, much to his chagrin. You know that if he were allowed to baby you as much as he wanted, he would essentially wrap you in bubble wrap.

He immediately springs up. “Really?”

You smile, amused at his reaction. “Yeah, really.” You confirm.

Instantly he’s off to your bathroom to gather some anti-inflammatory meds.

You watch him go with a fond expression. He seems hilariously giddy for someone who has just been told to look after a sick person, but that’s just the kind of person Park Seonghwa is. As he rushes to and fro, gathering all that he needs to baby you, you’re reminded just how much you adore your boyfriend.

You’ve always admired how caring he is, he’s never caught up on how “manly” he should be. He loves deeply and isn’t afraid of showing that love. The only things that matter to him are making sure that those he cares about are safe and sound, and working his ass off to constantly improve himself. 

You’re brought out of your thoughts as he re enters the room with water and ibuprofen, he sets it down on the bedside table and gives you a look that clearly conveys that he wants you to take it immediately.

You sit up and take the pill. As you set the glass back down on the table you turn to see your lovely boyfriend, struggling to open a drawer in your dresser. He gives one final tug that has both the drawer opening and him losing his balance, falling backwards onto the bed with a little “oof”. He looks back at you sheepishly as you attempt to suppress a giggle at his antics. 

Seonghwa stands and continues his previous mission, rifling around in your sock drawer until he finds a pair of fuzzy socks which he lifts up victoriously, striking a cheesy pose before tossing the socks in your direction. He turns to grab a fuzzy blanket from your closet as you sit up to put on your newly acquired socks. You reach down and as you begin to don them, you notice your hands very visibly shaking. You’re not the only one who notices as Seonghwa drops the blanket on the bed and tuts at you as he moves around you to take the socks from your hands. You roll your eyes at his dramatic display but allow him to help you anyway. 

After helping you into your socks, he returns to the abandoned blanket, instead of simply wrapping you in it like you had expected, he hops on the bed himself, settling his back against the headboard. 

You look over at him curiously.

He pats the space next to him on the bed. “C’mere.”

A small smile forms on your face as you scoot over to him. He’s waiting, holding the blanket out to wrap around your form. He keeps his arm slung around you as you curl into his side.

You hear a slight tapping on the window near your bed and you lift your head to peer around your boyfriend at your window. It had begun to drizzle outside, providing a soothing ambiance to the moment. 

The thumb of the hand attached to the arm that was wrapped around your shoulders began to lightly stroke your shoulder comfortingly. You snuggled further into him and he turned to place a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you.”

He said it so softly you almost couldn’t hear him. You smiled into his chest.

“I love you too.” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

You pulled your face away from where it had been buried in his chest to look up at him. 

“I said, ‘I’m learning kung fu.’”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his other hand up to lightly flick your forehead. 

“I don’t know why I put up with you.”

You give him an innocent look. “It’s because you love me.”

He sighs and side eyes you. “Regretfully, yeah.”

Your expression morphs into one of faux offence and you free an arm to lightly smack his chest. 

He flinches as though you’ve caused him terrible pain. 

“I rush over during my own day off to nurse you back to health and this is the thanks I get?”

“Uh, yeah, because I told you to stay at home, idiot.”

“Admit it, you’re glad I came.”

You don’t respond to him.

“Well if you truly feel that way then I guess I’ll be going then” He moves as though he’s getting up. 

You quickly clutch his shirt and use what little strength you have to pull him back down.

There’s an undercurrent of smugness in his voice as he says “That’s what I thought.” If you could see his face you’re sure he’d be smirking.

You lightly smack his chest once more, and open your mouth to scold him but what comes out instead is a massive yawn.

“Alright sleepyhead, c’mon” He gently lays you down so that your head is resting on his thigh.

You sit up instantly and grab a throw pillow to place over his thighs and he has the audacity to look offended, as though he didn’t have some of the skinniest legs you’ve ever seen. 

After squirming around for a few seconds, you finally settle into the pillow. Seonghwa’s hands are in your hair almost instantly, his nails softly scraping your scalp. 

“Hwa, my hair is gonna get oily if you do that.” It was a weak protest on your part as you had quickly begun visibly melting under his touch.

“Ah don’t worry, you can have a shower when you wake up. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for your second dose, then you shower, and while you’re in the shower I’ll make you some juk.”

You let out a tiny noise of agreement that has Seonghwa cooing over you. You push your face into the pillow to hide your blush and mumble out a “Shut up!” that’s mostly absorbed by the pillow. 

Right as you begin to drift off, Seonghwa’s phone rings. 

He swears and quickly answers it, but not before letting out a soft apology in your direction. 

You can hear Hongjoong on the other side, questioning Seonghwa about his whereabouts, with Wooyoung occasionally interjecting. Seonghwa responds in a low, quiet voice. You smile at their antics as you slowly begin to drift. Seonghwa’s free hand is still absentmindedly playing with your hair.

He finishes placating the other members and hangs up. As he goes to apologize to you, his gaze is met with your sleeping form, he smiles to himself as takes in the way you’ve curled up with your head in his lap.

He sets an alarm on his phone for your next dosage and pulls up his phone’s camera to capture the peaceful look on your face. His thumb brushes your cheek and you stir a little, nose scrunching up and Seonghwa thinks that this was the best way he could’ve spent his day off.

AN Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you thought!

[taehyungsbabyygirl]

Socialità

Chapter 1

Genres: Light fluff, tinge of romance and wholesome(?)

Warning(s): The littlest bit of sexual tension if you squint

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Fortune, fame, beauty.

Those are the things that people had associated you with.

Who does not know Y/F/N Y/L/N? You're basically in every magazine cover, every Youtube thumbnail and news headline. Surpassing Kylie Jenner as quote unquote The World's Richest Young Businesswoman and even beating Ariana Grande as the most followed female influencer on Instagram.

Who really are you? Well, to explain it simply to people who are unaware of you, your businesses and socialite status, you are the owner of a multi-billion dollar brand.

What started with a small online business at 16 which sells nightwear for women with affordable, cheap prices had bloomed into a luxury brand known for their elegant, classy clothing line, ranging from lingerie to formal clothing such as glamorous dresses to charming suits and tuxedos for both men and women.

The brand name? After years of rebranding, it's finally official that the name is, Socialità. Fitting with your brand's target market which were rich socialites from across the globe. Of course there was a reason for that, considering that the materials were high quality, imported ones such as satin and silk from Japan, Egyptian cotton, and French lace, also the designing and productions team who were amongst the best in the art of fashion and exclusivity of everything that was made under the brand, without a doubt would result in a higher cost of production and simultaneously a higher price for the merchandise itself.

And all this success did not come easy, there were countless times when you wanted to hideaway and give up on everything you had invested on. At the age of 28, you finally got to where you are now, thriving with the business that you had built with your own bare hands from the confines of your own bedroom.

But, there was one thing that you were lacking in, the love department. Although you were pretty much well-known by youngsters to elders alike, luck does not seem to be on your side when it comes to romantic relationships. It's not that you weren't romantic or sweet enough, gosh you are a hopeless romantic actually, but you just somehow fall for the wrong person, time and time again.

All the people you had dated once you established a name in the fashion world were either self-centered jerks or gold-digging leeches who were only there for the fame and riches. It's as if you had dated way more men than Taylor Swift ever had, except, you don't call these people out in songs.

Aside from owning a lavish clothing brand and billions to your name, having to work with socialite circles, had granted you the socialite status too. You'd be lying if you say that no rich bachelor had tried to flirt around with you but, your previous horrible experiences with dating as a successful businesswoman made you put your guard up and in the end turning you into the most sought after bachelorette of the 21st century.

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"What??? The Bachelorette?? Gosh guys, that would be a horrible idea." You shook your head, swirling the red wine in your glass before sipping on it.

It was a normal weekend evening for you and your peers aka your personal management team which consisted of Selma, Carrie, Lulu, Trey and Giovanni. Sitting in the dining room of your enormous mansion in Calabasas while drinking cheap wine and munching on Cheeto Puffs.

You just finished ranting about how you are so unlucky in love and that you're almost turning 30, without being cuffed to someone. In your opinion, people in their late 20s had already met that person and having good balance in their work, social and love lives but you're here having a nonexistent love life instead.

Tired of constantly listening to the same rants over and over again, Giovanni proposed that you put yourself in a controversial yet exciting TV show, The Bachelorette.

"Girllll you should give The Bachelorette a try, I mean I know that the show is basically scripted but it seems exciting, no?" Giovanni chirped.

"Oh my god yasssss! I'd have the time of my life if I'm surrounded by a dozen of good-looking hunks!" Carrie joined in and daydreamed.

You snorted and put your glass down on the marble surface of the table.

"Yeah but the men on there are usually insincere and only in it for their 60 seconds of fame and the winner of the show is probably just motivated by money. What difference does it make with me going to a private party or nightclub and getting to know dudes there?" You retorted; brow raising to your two friends.

"Sis, the difference is, these men would have to submit a form regarding their background and audition for the show! If you want, we could even be your reps during the audition. We know who are the best people for you!" Selma answered your rhetorical question while pouring herself another glass of wine. She's your PA and bestie so she knew how to reply with the same energy as yours.

Sighing deeply with your fingers pinching your nose bridge, you thought once, twice, thrice and made your decision. Well, what's the worst that could happen right?

"Fine, fine! I'm in with the idea. But if this thing goes south, I.Am.Out." The dominant businesswoman persona in you presented herself whilst the others, especially Giovanni, cheered upon your agreement with their idea.

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After months of preparations for your big reality TV debut, it was finally the day for the first week of The Bachelorette. Although you're the one being the prize and the one being chased, you felt uneasy and nervous to meet the men who had passed the auditions to become contestants.

"Don't worry! Me and Giovanni made sure that we only let the best ones pass the audition. And when I say the best ones, I meant, socialites, doctors, businessmen and even kinsmen of royalty!"

"Only the best for our QUEEN!"

Those were the words that came out of Selma and Gio's mouths. Thankfully you have these reliable people to help filter through the applicants of the program. If you gave the show's producers 100% control over who comes in and comes out of the show, it'll be a hot mess and they'd probably choose the men based on their looks and bulkiness but not necessarily the brains and skills.

Throughout the audition process, all of the men's background and names were kept a secret from you by Selma and Gio, it'll be a surprise, they said and you trusted them with it.

Sitting at the back of a limousine alone, you started to fidget with the dangling diamond of your earring subconsciously; a habit that you developed whenever you had cold feet.

The vehicle was heading towards the villa where the first meeting would happen between you, the bachelorette and your suitors.

You and the production team had discussed about how the first meeting would be. You thought that the idea of having to stand in front of the villa's front door while the men arrive in limos were quite cringy and not to mention time-consuming and unnatural so you proposed the idea of having the men arrive in a first come first serve basis and sit in numbered rooms in the villa while awaiting you. In that way, you could see who was punctual and who was late. But the catch is, the contestants only have 5 minutes to chat up with you and leave a good first impression.

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Alas, you finally reached the villa and stepped out of the automobile. Your dress was a satin, rosé coloured one with a modified A-line, basque waist and halter neckline; glamorous yet not over the top, suitable for a socialite like you.

Not wasting any time, once the cameras started rolling, you entered the ginormous villa and headed upstairs to the rooms, knocking the door gently before entering the space.

The first man you met was Kim Namjoon, he introduced himself as an engineer, a sound engineer. He was confident from the get go and eloquent too.

"Hmm an engineer ay?" You propped your head with the palm of your hand; leaning against the couch's back pillows.

"Yeah.. My family insisted I do that. I wanted to be a musician at first, and that's why I took up sound engineering now." He gave out a dimple smile which you couldn't help but grin at. They're adorable.

You liked his presence and how outspoken he was but sadly the 5 minutes were before you knew it.

Next, you met up with a gentleman named Im Jaebum. A winery owner. He gave you a warm hug from the first time you entered the room.

"I heard that you're a wine conoisseur yourself Y/N? I'd love to take you to Napa Valley where my winery is. I'm sure we'll have a blast there." He smiled and acted a bit smug.

"That sounds like a plan.. I'm not a person who would say no to wine." You replied with a light wink, returning the smugness to him.

Continuing on, after Jaebum, you entered a room which looked bigger than the previous two you'd been in.

By the big window, there was a man with broad shoulders who introduced himself as Kim Seokjin, as he turned around, he greeted you and pecked your hand.

"Nice to meet you I'm Kim Seokjin, just call me Jin." He smiled softly, inviting you to sit down next to him.

"Nice to meet you too Jin.. So what do you do?" You asked carefully; quite intrigued by how good-looking he is with the slicked back hairstyle he has.

"Well I'm a professor of English and Korean Literature. Probably one of the most uninteresting jobs among the other guys." He timidly admitted; being quite humble.

You immediately disagreed with his statement, telling him that literature components are fascinating and that educating people about it is a magnificent job.

Afterwards you conversed with a man named Park Jinyoung. He was also extremely dashing and he's a car dealer. But not just any car, the ones he sells are top brands such a Lamborghini, Maserati, Tesla and Ferrari.

"My job is amazing. Good money, good image, but there was something missing and I think we both could relate to that, we both are looking for love." He half-bragged which didn't really impress you but you agreed nonetheless.

As you politely excused yourself to move on to the next room, where the man was leaning back and scrolling through his phone. Fair skin and contrasting ebony coloured hair.

This guy gave off a cold vibe to you but that made you even more intrigued to get to know him.

"Hi..." You sat on the couch with him and he gave a small smile as he put his phone the side.

"Min Yoongi.. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand out to shake yours. A pretty formal greeting despite the consequences you two were in at the moment.

You two kept the conversation going by talking about your jobs and background. Everything you asked, he answered in all honestly and you liked that. The push-and-pull game was a fun one to play but with Yoongi, the small talk you had was chill and relaxed, the most natural one you had the whole night.

Up next was a kind looking male, taller than Yoongi who seem to be nervous about meeting you for the first time.

"Hello!" You greeted him with a bright smile to ease his anxiousness.

"Hi, hi.. I'm Mark Tuan. I'm an artist.." He abruptly greeted you back.

"Ooh! Like musically or..?" You tilted your head.

"Visually.. I draw and paint."

You led the conversation with the man since he looked very hesitant and awkward the whole time.

The next room had a bubbly and energetic man who was basically radiating good vibes as you entered the room. His name was Jung Hoseok. As you peeked into the room, he immediately walked towards you and gave you tight bear hug with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Well besides my job as a paediatric specialist, I also enjoy dancing. Do you like to dance?" He jumped off the seat and proceeded to pull you up with him to playfully salsa. His actions made you laugh happily.

"You're so spontaneous!" You hit his chest lightly, still laughing at you guys' actions.

After the exciting interaction between you and Hoseok, you had to calm down and lower your expectations again after it skyrocketed because of the doctor earlier.

That's when you met a muscular man, if Hoseok earlier had radiated good boy vibes, this one radiated bad boy vibes.

He was Jackson Wang, a well-known socialite who is the heir of Wang Co. Ltd. A company which sells electronics such as smartphones, tablets and computers.

"Hello.." You said softly, slightly intimidated by the man's comparably bigger size to you.

"Hello, pretty lady." He took your hand in his and kissed it just like Jin had but his way of executing it was different. The male kissed each of your knuckle and it got you culture shocked.

"Oh wow.. Okay.." You laughed awkwardly as you looked at the man kiss your hand.

The conversation went well with him despite you noticing that he was practically staring at your with those deep brown eyes while you spoke about yourself to him.

The sexual tension was there and you were hoping, praying that the next man would tone down a bit and let you relax, thankfully custom jeweler, Park Jimin did.

"I'm a jeweler.. And can I just say, I adore these diamonds. You have remarkable taste." He proceeded to run his hand gently through the diamond earring you were wearing.

"Thank you! And I absolutely adore this choker you have on.." You reciprocated his action which made him smile softly.

Next up was the room of a private jet pilot named Choi Youngjae.

"Nice to meet you Y/N! I hope we could create good memories here. I'd love to bring you on a helicopter and show you the aerial view of California." He mused but you're not entirely impressed but acted as if you were in order to not hurt his feelings.

"Aww I'd like that. The view must be amazing!" You cringed at your own words but smart enough to mask it.

Hmm, you foresee someone who's potentially going to go home first in this show. His words lacked personality and character and not well thought.

Come on, you obviously had rode a helicopter and saw the aerial view of California. You ride it to work whenever the traffic is congested. He could at least thought of another country or state but instead he settled with Cali, the state where you are based in.

Disappointed, you moved on to the next room, surprisingly, the atmosphere was different, the area was dimly lit and the man sitting on the chair had his legs spread.

"Hi.." He spoke with a deep, low voice that caused you to bite your lip.

"Hello.." You smiled amidst the tense situation, making your way towards him.

"Kim Taehyung.. Fashion designer and owner of TH Couture." He answered without you asking.

The male was quite blunt but his demeanor was alluring. There was a mysterious aura circling him, totally someone to keep an eye on. The conversation was as intense as Jackson's but the two of you had the same interest which was fashion so you didn't feel as awkward as when you were with Jackson.

After Taehyung, it is down to three more people, you were already losing momentum and excitement as you already had spoken to 11 men that night. Before entering the next room, you took a deep breathe and loosen up your shoulders.

In the room was a man, he looked the most different, he had a lengthy name, a Thai one.

"Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but just call me Bam Bam.. I know my name's quite long and I'm also more comfy with Bam Bam.." He bowed to you like a gentleman and smiled handsomely at you.

"That's an adorable name! Bam Bam huh?" You sat down and grinned at the latter.

"You think so? You're adorable-er" He winked at you and caught you off-guard.

As the five minutes of jokes and flirty pickup lines ended, you bid farewell to the Thai man, little did you know that the person you just talked to was related to the Thai royal family.

Entering the 2nd last room, there was a tall man, looking around the well-furnished room but as soon as you came in, his attention diverted to you.

He greeted you with enthusiasm, introducing himself as Kim Yugyeom, an app developer and gaming streamer.

"Gosh you're pretty." He said straight-forwardly while smiling brightly and hugging you snugly.

"And GOSH you're tall!" You replied with those words and the same smile as what he had on his face. At this rate, reciprocation is really your best friend when you don't know how to react or reply to a certain remark from the suitors.

You talked about the apps Yugyeom had developed and the variations amazed you. He had created tons of apps such as games, workout apps, e-commerce platforms, online stores and sorts. But when he started talking about games, you began to lose interest in the chatter. Games weren't your strongest suit but you were happy that he is passionate about them and sharing it with you.

Finally! The last room! Which meant that this person is the last person to arrive to the villa. You wonder who this latecomer is and when you got into the area, your eyes widened.

Jeon Jungkook? He was somebody you had worked with and still actively working with. He is the person in charge of the photography and videography for Socialità and seeing him on The Bachelorette is a huge surprise.

"Wait.. JK?" You didn't know how to react.

"Hey! There's my girl!" He walked towards you with his bunny smile and gave you a hug. You couldn't believe that this was happening, Selma and Gio must've put him in to pull a prank on you.

"One question. Why?" You laughed in disbelief.

"Can't a man try?" He questioned back cheekily.

You two continued the conversation casually without any awkwardness as the two of you had known each other already. That was when you got to know that he had taken a liking on you ever since you two started working together. Everything he told you had sounded sincere so far.

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After the first meetings were over, all the men were put in the lounge to get to know each other's competition while you were interviewed by the crew regarding your first impressions of all of your suitors.

"Well everyone was pleasant. But there were a few who didn't pass my vibe check. I guess we just gotta see how it goes." You gave an ambiguous answer to the camera.

"Who do you think caught your eyes the most?" Henry, the producer asked.

"Hmm.. I don't want to seem bias, I mean this is the 1st episode after all but... Hoseok was fun to be around.. Jackson came off very strong. And well Jungkook too of course!"

"You seem to know him.." The producer stated.

"Yes yes.. We actually work together.. I didn't know that he'd want to participate in this show too." You shrugged and flashed a pearly white smile.

"Do you see anyone who might be going home soon?"

"Oof.. That's a dangerous question. That'd probably be ..."

To be continued (3 March, 12 AM, KST)

Author's note: Sorry for the delay guys! I underestimated the length of this chapter but I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to like and reblog this to show support! Also follow so you don't miss out on updates! This chapter is more of an introductory chapter so we'll be seeing more action and interaction between Y/N and de boyzzz.

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Hey y'all! It's me! The creator of this blog!

As promised, here's my first fic review. This fic inspired me to start this blog. In honor of it's god-tier status, i'm posting it first.

I'm going to get the constructive criticism out of the way first because after this i'm just gonna rave about it. That's right, even god tier fics have flaws!

First and formost, the biggest problem with this fic is that it doesn't have nearly enough hits. Under 3000. This is criminal and i'm very disappointed in all of you. We can do better.

But in all seriousness, the reason that this fic isn't getting enough hits is because the summary is too vague. The author is trying not to give away the plot, but they don't give away enough to entice the reader. I think that if they were more upfront about this being a story about working through trauma this story would be getting the hits that it deserves.

Apart from the summary, I don't see any major issues with the story. There is satisfying familial fluff. The gay panic is relatable. The chapters are long. Do I wish it updated more often? Yes. Am I absolutely willing to wait because the fic is so high quality? Also yes.

The grammar and spelling of this fic aren't perfect. There are typos. I'm not sure if this is beta read but honestly i'm not fussed about the errors because they don't pull me out of the story.

I'm not sure that my man Deku is perfectly in character, but I also don't think I can fairly evauate that at this point in the story. We've only seen deku a few times, so I haven't gotten a good feel for it yet.

Here's the part where I gush about this fic. You've been warned:

I love how detailed the author is with respect to the characters' relationships and Bakugou's reaction to those relationship dynamics. I think that the way his visceral reactions are at odds with reality and what is perceived as normal by other untraumatized characters is really accurate and appealing. I'd be interested to know what it's like to read this from an untraumatized perspective.

I love the way that the author has fleshed out Bakugou's narrative. In my experience, anger issues are rarely an innate quality, and I'm really impressed with the way that ScatteredSounds has built on Horikoshi's character by giving Bakugou's anger issues a plausible backstory.

I'm always glad to see realistically written trauma, and this author has really delivered on that. I enjoy reading this story, but I also needed to read it.

I'm excited to see how the author weaves Bakugou's canon character development with the trauma recovery they've already established.