#i love the cafe why would i remove it from the au

[luvvixu]

the end

synopsis: the end of your relationship was inevitable. that's why both of you and gojo satoru individually prepare yourselves against the pain and separation of an upcoming divorce. and when that thing came, you suddenly found yourselves trapped inside the circle of your marriage where denial is present, and acceptance is absent. let us all see how the marriage walk through the end.

tags: divorce!au, ex-husband!gojo, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentioned of death, mentioned of trauma, read at your own risk

a/n: here's an almost 8k words of oneshot about gojo marriage again. i've mentioned this before but im taking a very small break and will be back on june 5 with an update regarding to the chapter of mind over matter ff. be sure to check out the announcement!

it was a peaceful morning on your balcony with satoru gojo, your husband for almost two years. you are reading your newly purchased book with your glasses on to help you see the letters.

you take a second peek at your husband who was already gazing at you from the beginning. his gaze was painted with a mixture of sadness and adoration towards you. looks like he had something to say, and you're right, he did have something to say when he mumbles your name.

oh god, you knew where this conversation would be. keeping your eyes bore on him, you fully turned your attention to him and waited for him to speak what's on his heart and mind.

"i think we should file a divorce."

his voice was monotonous and yet you knew it really wasn't, his face also did the same since you also didn't hold one either. your expression still remained calm like he was not asking for a divorce as you closed your book and then put it back on the coffee table.

meanwhile, satoru couldn't read you at this moment because you were quiet, too quiet for his liking. were you so shocked that you couldn't react to his sudden cut of ties? or was it just you already expected this the moment when you woke up?

probably, the most accurate reason and answer was the second one. satoru watches you lean on the seat with your hands clasp on your lap. he also never fails to see the neutral glaze in your eyes.

"if you are wondering why i didn't hold any emotion as you speak, that's because i already reacted a year ago." a sigh escalated from your lips as you removed your glasses also and put it on the table.

"you expected that this day would come?" he said in silence while secretly fiddling with the calluses on his hand—a hidden and canonical habit of satoru whenever he feels anxious and worried.

before this day would come, the two of you got married when both of you were twenty. a young, dumb, and somehow not stupid but definitely reckless who took a big tramp of change among themselves.

satoru was the one who asked you to get married after almost four years of being inside an on and off relationship. that was very fast and very reckless at that time—but of course you agreed because you are a fool to get yourself blinded by your love towards him.

so, the two of you got married and with only some people whom you both held close dearly attended the said wedding. it was simple and civil, but to you, it was your everything. the wedding and this marriage mean so much to you.

your marriage went pretty well in your first few months of being married. both of you got yourself a house with a nice garden that you absolutely adore, you also got yourselves a work almost instantly too. satoru got more missions since he was now a graduate, while you work in your own cafe and occasionally take jujutsu stuff.

things were really fine with heaven as the witness. until one night during your almost first anniversary, you caught him going home around three to four o'clock in the morning with a smell of alcohol and woman's perfume that's definitely not yours. he's really drunk, which was weird because he hates alcohol. you wondered what's the occasion or any celebration that should be celebrated and whatnots, but you can't think of any. so that leads you to silently crying.

you did not confront him about your first suspicion of cheating, you want him to admit it himself, but that doesn't mean you're going to tolerate that piece of shit because for god's sake! there's a fucking hickey on his neck that night, you knew it wasn't yours since you've barely had an intercourse due to both of your busy schedules.

you remember asking him about his whereabouts that night like you weren't aware, but his answer just disappoints you, he told you that he had an emergency mission and needed him in action asap at kyoto around 11pm and it took him some time to finish it. as mentioned before, his answer disappoints you, because your assumption has been partially proven.

satoru was clearly lying about his whereabouts that night but still the cheating allegations were not clear. maybe the seemingly foreign hickeys on his neck was already evidence but you're probably still in denial, so you didn't instantly conclude that he was really cheating with you.

but you still couldn't shake off his illicit affairs. why? because satoru was lying about the emergency mission on kyoto. he wasn't there, you knew that because you were the one who took the mission, not him. satoru actually rejected the mission because he's busy with other matters so you took it yourself without even telling him.

all of these things that are happening leads you back to that day when he proposed to you. it was so sudden that it made you a little bit skeptical. but when you asked him why he suddenly asked you to get married? easy, you didn't know.

however, you had your hypothesis that after geto disappeared and went on his rebellious phase, you let gojo use you to relieve his grief. that is why when you realize that this marriage is meant to not last long, you secretly cry to yourself during your first year anniversary as a married couple.

meanwhile, satoru knew to himself that he couldn't stand a long-term relationship. though he also started to feel bad for making things go very quickly with you, his love towards you is pure and genuine. in fact, he would do anything just to keep you safe and happy. but he wasn't able to do that when you're the opposite of him.

he is selfish and you are selfless.

no matter how hard he tried to change or even make things up for you, he just couldn't do it. there's this invisible dark string that pulls him inside the void of darkness. and he couldn't afford to bring you down with him. the thing that geto did really left a scar, a permanent scar to his chest that creates an inescapable hole that keeps on growing bigger and sucking his life in the process.

while you, you fully commit yourself to him. that's why everything would be pointless for satoru to let himself get hurt just to protect you. because you would literally throw yourself in the fire when he's burning.

it was like the two of you are a magnet with the same pole. you can't attract each other no matter how hard you try to let them collide.

back to reality, your head was faced downward. your husband sought for your eyes by calling your name meticulously, but you refused. an internal laugh at your pathetic figure rang through your mind, you are laughing at yourself for believing that you are already prepared for this moment, turns out, you're not—you’ll never be.

satoru mumbles your name again. and all of the sudden, you just let out a nod, followed by a small sigh. you let yourself look at him again despite the unnoticed tears in your eyes.

"okay, but let's spend this whole day as husband and wife for the last time. let's do the things we usually do during our free time." you said, and satoru agrees with you almost instantly. he thinks this is the least thing he could do for you before setting each other free.

everything went normal for the rest of the day. satoru takes you out for lunch, visits your favorite cafe for desserts, and even goes to the park where he asked you out to be his wife.

and right now, the two of you are in the cemetery, specifically in haibara's graveyard. the sun was proceeding to its dusk, making the place a bit solemn because of its ambience.

"do you think he'll be mad at my decision?" your soon-to-be ex-husband asked you with his small tired voice. haibara was your bestest friend of all and he actually talked to gojo when he's still alive about his relationship with you. he would like gojo to take care of you and treat you more than you deserve in your entire life.

"i don't think so. haibara only wants the best for us. he's a man of freedom, after all. and yet, how ironic because he, himself, has no freedom during his time in the jujutsu." you answered him as you watched the candle burn itself.

satoru looked at you. "how about you, y/n? are you mad at my decision?" he asked you a bit hesitant.

you just smiled at him and said, "i will answer that later, satoru." satoru nodded at your answer, he understood that you had a lot to say to him later.

after some time, you two decided to go home to your shared apartment. the journey back was fun and relaxing, it was filled with smiles and laughter that will soon vanish as the dawn is coming.

6:00 PM

both of you arrived at home. you helped satoru hang his coat on the raker like you usually do whenever he comes home during winter. this small act is something that would be definitely missed by him dearly, since you will not be around to do it.

"thanks for agreeing to go out with me." you said to him with a smile that almost reached your eyes. the only thing that stops you from giving your bestest smile was the divorce, but you subside because this is your last day as a married couple. you have to enjoy it to the extent.

"that was the least thing i could do for you before…nevermind." he said. satoru was not cheerful enough to make you smile whenever your eyes met. you also noticed that he was downhearted since you visited haibara's graveyard.

though as you were heading in your shared apartment, he was smiling and laughing. guess you didn't overlook him at all and you failed to notice his hidden pain.

you watched him lay down on the couch. "you looked bothered. was it because i didn't answer your question earlier?" you said quietly.

satoru didn't say anything, and according to his vocabulary, silence means yes. you sigh to yourself and take a seat on the same couch where your husband was lying in.

your hand reached out for his face, cupping it as satoru looked at you with his hooded eyelids. those magical six blue eyes are staring at you with known emotion, pain and agony.

"you didn't ask me why i suddenly wanted to get divorce…" he mumbles, nestling his head in your palm.

"you agreed without questioning me. i don't even see you cry about this. why y/n? are you hurting yourself by keeping your emotions inside you?" he continued. the pain in his voice breaks your heart into bits of pieces. satoru looked so vulnerable, his true emotions are showing exclusively for you.

you let out a small but bitter chuckle. "crying is not part of the things we usually do during our free time together, toru." his eyes widened at your answer. a droplet of tears slide down on your palm. satoru was crying, and you let him weep because you knew he's pent up.

"and i'm not mad at you. i also didn't ask you any questions because i know you know what you are doing and i respect your decision." you added.

"although, i admit. i want to bawl my eyes out. i want to scream because my heart is aching for believing that i was prepared for this moment." your breathings started to become shaky also just by watching satoru weep under your touch.

you refused to cry. at least not now.

"but i don't want to ruin this day by crying. i want both of us to savor this moment with smiles and laughter. so that when we part our ways, we wouldn't have any regrets to hold."

"so, satoru…let's continue to spend the rest of our night happily, hmm?" you let yourself smile for him to be motivated to stop from crying. however, he did the opposite. satoru cried even harder.

your hand is being cradled by him. you could feel his tears on your palm followed by his little hiccups. this scene alone in front of was usually enough to make you cry even harder than him. it was utterly heartbroken to see your man cry like this.

"hush, my…" love, that's the word you would like to say but forbids you to do so. satoru also noticed it too and he absolutely hates the feeling of it.

"l-love. call me love. c-call me like you used to call me before. first name basis is not part of the things we usually do during our free time together." he mimicked your words earlier. though it may sound like a joke, it isn't. satoru has been dead serious since the beginning of the day.

"my love…"

"y-yes, my sweetheart?" he responded.

your lips quiver from the overflowing emotions in your chest, but you still refuse to let yourself cry even when you're all by yourself. god, you are hopeless and devastated.

but dear me, it felt so good to hear him call you with endearing words. oh how you wish this kind of moment would last forever. maybe in another life, it would be. only if fate would be kind enough to give satoru to you again, maybe it will and it would be.

8:00 PM

satoru was all alone. his eyes were puffy from crying and stuff. he was such a mess. and if anyone would see, they would probably think that he's a zombie because of how low energy he was.

it took him almost an hour to stop crying. and you declared that this is the first and would be the last time that you would see him cry very hard.

right now, he was currently packing his things as he was about to move out tonight while playing betty by taylor swift. somehow, his mood got even more affected by this song, for every lyric hits him hard and he doesn't know why.

"♪ you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says ♪" the radio sang. a shaky sigh came out from his mouth, he felt like crying again.

“♪ most times, but this time, it was true ♪”

"let me help you pack your things." you suddenly barge inside your onced shared bedroom after cleaning up for tonight. you are also in your sleep wear when satoru looks at you.

“♪ the worst thing that i ever did, was what i did to you ♪”

you didn't fail to notice that he is listening to one of your favorite artist's songs. a flashback hits you, it was the moment where you persuade him to listen to it with you. now, he has grown invested in their songs.

he mumbles a small okay as he watches you sit down beside him and redo the messy clothes he just stuffed inside his luggage. most of his clothes were luxurious like polo shirts, slacks pants, coats, and his favorite, blindfolds.

your eyes soften when you come across a small pouch that contains hair ties and bobby pins you onced bought for him as a prank. you still remembered the moment he let you tie his messy white locks with colorful pins and he looked so incredibly pretty with it. you couldn't help but to feel yourself getting emotional again.

don't cry. don't cry. don't cry.

meanwhile, satoru remained very quiet, for he was staring at the photo in his hand. it was your wedding photo where the both of you are wearing traditional japanese attire. he couldn't help but stare at your smiling face for too long. you looked so beautiful.

the wedding was very simple, but satoru describes it as one of his happiest days, and he is not lying to himself whenever he would say that. because he onced dreamed of getting married to you, and it came true. he also had the same state as you, both on the verge of crying.

"i wonder…would you get remarried someday?" he asked out of the sudden. you shifted your gaze to him and found him staring at your wedding photo. instantly, your eyes went soft.

"i am not sure." you replied silently as you closed his luggage and proceeded to the other one.

your hands momentarily stop working as you stare at them and watch it shake. "but if i do, it would probably take me a decade or so to find another husband to love." you said. but truth to be told, you had no motivation left to find another husband.

"you're twenty-two right now. so like…you'll be thirty plus by then when that happens," he calculated. "how about you? would you consider getting remarried also?" you asked him the same question.

he thinks for a moment before nodding slightly. "probably yes." your heart let out a wince but you tried your best to hide it. those words unintentionally hurt you and cut you deeper than a knife.

"w-well, i just wished good luck for both of us in the future." the crack in your voice didn't go unnoticed by satoru. he was about to reach you but then eventually dropped it. "me too…" was all he could say.

"anyway, do you mind if i ask…where are you staying after this?" you trailed off.

"i'll stay with higuruma for a day before moving out to my new apartment. speaking of that man, i told him to be here around midnight. so we still have four hours to be together." he answered

"...yeah."

10:00 PM

the two of you are sitting on the same seat just like this morning in the balcony. you are wearing your favorite cardigan as satoru was in his coat to fight the cold weather of the night.

all of his things were already packed and ready to leave. soon, you'll be alone and this house will not be lively as usual because his presence will be missed.

both of you refuse to say a word, yet. because you two are scared to have another breakdown that made this marriage even harder to break. especially satoru, he was aware that deep inside him he was not ready to let you go. he was just lying to himself because he is aware that he can heal if he gives himself some time.

"y/n, can i hold you here in my arms?" satoru swallowed all of the bitterness he felt for leaving you just to hold you again, for one last time. you slowly stood up from your and came towards in front of him.

your soon-to-be ex-husband gazes upon you. however, you refuse to meet those warm eyes that you loved the most. satoru slowly pulls you into his lap and cradles you like his greatest treasure, which you definitely is.

when your face hits his shoulder, you couldn't help but to hide your face deeper into his neck. "the place i'm going to stay afterwards is far from here. are you sure you will be okay?" he whispers in your ears.

"yeah, i'll be fine." you nodded solemnly. "i also planned to stop from my work for a while." you added.

"why?" satoru raises his eyebrow. he thought you loved your job as a barista. you enjoyed making coffee and wherever there's extra pastries left in the cafe, you would take it home for him to try it.

"don't worry, i had a lot of fortune that could last for a century. and besides, you even said i had a midas touch, so surviving won't be too hard for me." when your parents died, they left all of their fortune to you. so that makes you an instant millionaire and nobody knows that beside your husband.

satoru gently pushes you to meet his eyes. "i think this moment is perfect to give all of my secrets away. i don't need any perfect lies to hide from you anymore." he tucked the loose hair on the back of your ear, admiring your beautiful frame under the pale moonlight.

he gulped nervously, and for some reason, you're becoming very anxious about what he's going to tell. all you had to do was to wait for him to speak his thoughts out.

"the reason why i want to divorce is to have a new life and forget about the past. that includes you, y/n." though he only started, millions of knives already stabbed your poor heart. your eyes stared at him, a bit widely.

satoru couldn't bear to look at your pained expression, but he forced himself to look at you. so that you would feel his sincerity. "before suguru disappeared, he once told me to choose another path of life. he told me to run away from the jujutsu, run away from my life." he said, almost whispering.

"although, i want you to come with me. but…"

"i somehow got myself involved with the jujutsu too?" you continued it for him. satoru falls silent, so that means yes, it is true.

satoru cups your face. "i'm sorry, y/n. i really, really love you. but this is not the right path for us. you'll get more hurt if you continue to get tangled with me. so, after a lot of thinking and consideration…"

"i became selfish once again. i chose myself over you, y/n."

for the nth time, the walls you have been building around your emotional state are starting to shake once more. you could feel the hot tears building in your eyes.

you will not cry. you will not cry. you will not cry.

"i-i understand…although, you don't have to apologize for choosing what is the best for you. i'm actually glad that you're finally doing it." you plant your palms over his hands on your cheeks, closing your eyes to swallow up those annoying tears.

"i'm such a bad husband, aren't i?" satoru chuckles weakly. what has he done to deserve you like this? your understandment is something that he greatly admires in you. your heart is pure like an angel from above.

an angel like you can't fly down hell with him.

but god, you're making yourself willing to go down with him without any hesitation and that is just completely wrong.

and for the past years, satoru would make a mistake and you are there to correct him patiently. he would always tell himself to make something and make everything up for you. but who would have thought a divorce is the best thing to do?

"to be honest, not at all. remember what i told you before we got married? you are the fire and i'm the—"

"gasoline?"

"no silly, that's a song." your laugh brightens up the atmosphere. satoru smiled at your happy demure, he likes seeing you this joyful.

"you are the fire and i'm the fireman. a fireman would not function completely when there is no fire. meaning, why would i, a fireman, be here if there's no you, a fire." you raised your fingers to help you visualize your point.

"does that make sense to you?"

satoru shook his head. "no."

you snapped your finger. "exactly! you think i'm bad at explaining things, while i think of myself as great at explaining things. that's the same as you thinking you're a bad husband, while i think of you as a great husband."

"..."

"i made you speechless, meaning you agree and i'm great at philosophy!" you boosted yourself by imagining a crowd was giving you a round of applause.

your husband wonders for a moment before cackling a laugh. "that still didn't make sense to me but it brought a lot of comfort to me. thank you, y/n."

"come on! just admit you love my philosophical nonsense." you pouted, hitting his shoulder playfully.

satoru laughed once again, pulling you by waist as he buried his face in your hair. "of course i do. i love everything about you." and he would still do, always and forever.

"i'm going to miss this." you mumbled as you relaxed on his touch. satoru also agrees, kissing your head all over again.

"and i'm going to miss you too, a lot." he said sincerely. the two of you held the longest stare on this day. you just let yourselves drown with each other's enticing orbs.

satoru was the first one to break the record by sighing and rubbing his eyes. the truth is, he couldn't bear to look at you any longer because he could see how broken you looked through your eyes just because of him. instead, he hides his face once more on your neck.

“i'm really, really, really sorry, y/n. i'm so sorry for using you. i’m so sorry for cheating on you. i’m so sorry for hurting you. i'm so sorry for not choosing you again. i'm so sorry for being selfish. i'm so sorry for everything." there it is, again. his hot tears are back and now drenching your shoulder.

"i used you as a getaway from my sins and from the grief that day, y/n. you should've said no when i asked you to marry me, but why did you do the opposite?" his voice became slightly thicker, he's definitely frustrated.

"i did it for love, satoru." you answered without hesitation.

satoru momentarily stopped crying as his breath hitch. "yes, i'm already aware of your true intentions that day. but i still chose to marry you because i love you. i know it sounds so dumb but it's true." you continued.

you could feel his arms around your body tighten, scared of letting you go from nothing. it was like he was begging the gods, if there was one seeing the both of them right now, to let him be delusional and not take you away from him.

"let me ask you this time, do you regret marrying me?" you whispered.

your husband looked at you with unshed tears. "i don't. but i regret that this is the end of us."

why is it always the time where someone would tell their true feelings when everything is falling apart? so if this divorce wouldn't happen, does that mean his word would be forever kept inside him?

"i've always wanted to tell you that i was actually glad that you became my wife. i thought you would be my endgame. instead, you became the reason why i am still here and breathing."

the void of regret is slowly pulling him inside. but you are there to make sure that he would survive the gravitational pull. you just loved him so you will help to let you go.

"i love you, my sweetheart, my y/n, m-my wife..."

12:00 AM

it was quiet, really, really quiet. higuruma was looking at the two of you all over again. his eyes showed sympathy for both of you and he was sad because this is the end for you and satoru.

right now, both of you are staring blankly at the divorce paper on the table. no one was making a first move by signing it.

you let out a sigh, a heavy feeling was buried deep in your heart. your whole body feels so numb and you still haven't cried for today. everything feels so wrong, yet at the same time it feels right. you don't know what to do anymore.

as you recall your conversation with him, you just wished it didn't end and would continue forever. because you know you'll never get tired of hearing his voice, his laugh, and his philosophical nonsense too.

not to mention, you've also dreamed of building a family with him. a mini satoru and mini y/n sounds nice, doesn't it? as your eyes wandered across this apartment, you can depict your children with him running around. god, if you were dreaming, please don't wake up.

"higuruma, can you please just wait for me in the car…? i-i would like to have a final conversation with my wife." satoru suddenly spoke and nanami left without hesitation.

"so this is it?"

"yeah, t-this is the end." satoru chuckles breathlessly. there was like a big chuck on his throat that made him feel suffocating. truth to be told, he doesn't want this to be the end. but again, he has to.

"thank you for giving me a total of the best six years of my life, toru. i mean it, thank you." you counted the first four years of your relationship and the two years of your marriage. playing with your hands to mend the shakiness, it was a constant reminder that only a few minutes left before the surname satoru would be stripped of your name.

"thank you too, y/n. i also had so much fun and love these past six years. thank you for all of the things you have done for me." he said silently.

all this time, you are the only one looking at him because his eyes were focused on the paper in front of him. "good luck on your new path. i wish you the best." you intentionally called his attention.

"you're really staying here in this apartment…alone?" satoru asked you.

you let yourself smile slightly as you shifted into a more comfortable position. "yeah… just in case you feel homesick, this would be a reminder that you still have a home…only if you want to." the air in this room is very thick and it's suffocating you.

"t-thank you, y/n, really." he expressed his gratitude once again.

a nagging feeling tells you that satoru was about to go back on his decision at any minute. and you too would probably go back to your decisions you had set for both of you. it would be more devastating for you if satoru didn't achieve his plans for himself in the near future.

"let's not make higuruma wait."

satoru falls silent. now he was stuck in a madness of a dilemma. in short, he was starting to rethink his decision to the point that he didn't notice he was staining the divorce paper with tears. his hands began to shake violently along with his cries becoming louder any minute.

satoru finally lost his cool as he wailed loudly in front of you. the sound of his sobs made you clench your lip as your chest tightened once more.

you on the other hand, you're trying your best not to slip any tears down from your cheeks. you successfully stopped them from falling this morning, you couldn't afford to cry not because there's only a few minutes left before you would let yourself fall into a pit of sadness.

sensing that neither of you would make a move, you are aware that satoru couldn't bring himself to do it even though he had to. so, you gently steal the paper away from him.

divorce agreement…it read. oh how you despise those two words.

"satoru, i mentioned to you a while ago that the reason why i want to spend this last day as a married couple is because i want us to leave without holding any regrets." you started with your pen touching the paper. satoru's eyes widened, he wanted to stop you from doing it but nothing was coming out from his mouth.

"i can see it in your eyes, you're doubting your decisions." you continued as you wrote your name. in satoru's horror, only your signature is needed and everything would be over for him.

however, you stopped writing. you tapped the table to gather his attention to you. there he saw you smiling dearly at him.

"did you have fun spending time with me this whole day?" satoru knows your intention. you are encouraging him to do what he was supposed to do even if it means leaving you.

"yes…yes i do, i enjoyed being with you." he stuttered. the tears were still streaming down his face and he was using his sleeve to wipe it. you reached for the tissue and gave it to satoru as you watched him wiped his eyes and blow his nose.

"that's good to hear. i also had fun being with you. not only for this day, but the whole time i was with you, i enjoyed it." you grabbed his hands to soothe it by massaging those long and calloused fingers. satoru watches you and eventually becomes slightly calm by your actions.

you inched your lips into his fingers and kissed it delicately just like he used to do with you before. everything went blur to him and only the sound of your sweet nothing was audible into his messy world.

"i know you'll be doing great with or without me. so satoru, put more faith in yourself. this is another big step for us, and i want you to be ready just like i am." you swiftly slide the divorce paper in front of him. but this time, it has your signature on it.

satoru felt like he was being showered by the cold water as he stared at the paper with pure horror evident on his face. you finally did it, so there is no turning back now.

"h-how—when…! when did you sign it?" his voice cracked due to his frazzled emotions firing him repeatedly. satoru reaches the highest point of heartbreak he ever experienced in his life.

"when i gave you the tissue." you whispered weakly. to your dismay tears are only a slip away from your eyes a thousand times today.

"i don't want to sign it. i don't want to! i don't want to leave you anymore y/n!" he yelled. you accepted his lash out with open arms, but you can't do anything anymore. you finally signed the divorce settlement, and this paper wouldn't go if there's no signature of satoru.

you suddenly pull him into a passionate yet heartbroken kiss to shut him up. satoru eventually responds to your kiss, becoming more emotional than ever. while you are busy keeping him in company, you sneakily put the pen in his hand.

satoru felt an object in his palm, he knew you're telepathically telling him to sign the paper but he still refuses to acknowledge it, at least not yet. as he continues to devour your lips, his eyes are still producing salt tears that add more emotions in the atmosphere.

"i could see a bright future ahead of you, satoru." you muttered between the kisses.

"mhmp—you should grab it, please." you continued to deepen the kiss to lure him. but he voluntarily stepped away just to make a counter argument for that.

"but i could lose you if i do that." he whispers solemnly.

"we've already lost each other when we realized that everything was going too fast for both of us." you chuckled bitterly at your statement. "that it why it is time to face the consequences, by setting us free." you added.

"do…do you really want to do this?" he hiccups.

"this is what fate wants us to do." your voice is soothing as hell. it held no grudges nor resentment, just pure calm and adoration towards him.

but satoru still didn't bug and he still doesn't want to sign the papers.

your gaze never leaves him as satoru buries his face on his palm, weeping so quietly that you could almost hear a pin drop. it was getting so hard to watch so you looked away and slowly walked away.

"i am going out for a bit." you mumbled quietly, not waiting for him to reply or look as you walked away with your whole body shaking.

outside, there you saw higuruma leaning on his car exterior. "hey…" you greeted weakly. higuruma looked at you with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

"hey…how did it go?" higuruma asked, his gaze falling on the papers in your hands.

"emotional." you joked.

"so, that's the end now?"

"...yep, that's the end now."

silence engulfed both of you, just your almost steady breathings and his observing orbs burning through your skin.

"never thought satoru could cry harder than he did when geto-san…you know." higuruma said, sighing as he tucks his hands on his pockets.

you nodded. "i know. satoru lost suguru literally, while he only lost me through relationship. he'd become more vulnerable around me, and that scares the hell out of me."

"i, his weakness, has become more exposed to his enemies. i know sooner or later, they would swoon to get me just to make him fall on his knees. we don't want that to happen, i don't want to be a bait nor a cause of his downfall. temporarily or permanently, satoru must not fall, no, not anymore." you continued.

"y/n-san, i hope you would also realize that failures, downfalls, mistakes, and damages are unavoidable, gojo-kun is no exception to all of that." higuruma argues.

"satoru is going to live a good life and have a future that he deserves, so who am i to halt it?” you ignored what he said because you know he was right.

“this is a big step for both of you. i just wished that everything would go well for the two of you.” higuruma smiled at you.

“we will, eventually.” you return the smile and then excuse yourself to go back inside, just to see satoru still crying nonstop.

approaching his figure, you wrapped your arms around his body to console the man. “don't go back to me now, satoru. if you cannot bring yourself to let go, then i will help you.” you whispered into his hair.

satoru pulled away just to look at you with his teary eyes. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m really sorry.” he keeps on apologizing to you, while you just smile at him and wipe the tears in his eyes.

“it's alright, satoru. i already forgave you a long time ago.” you said.

“i can't sign it. i don't want to sign that anymore.” he confessed. a small form made its way to your temple” “but this is for both of us. don't you want to have a brand new start? how can we thrive when we both have shackles on our feet?”

“i-i thought everything was easy. i thought i could l-let you go that easily. but i was wrong. it's so hard to let go of us, y/n. and as much as i would like to do what i meant to do, it's just so hard to see us disappear from our now individual lives.” satoru buries his face on your stomach. your hands immediately made its way towards his hair as tears are threatening you once again.

“it's hard to let you go too, satoru. but it would be harder to see you suffer more when you're here with me.” it was getting late and satoru was still amidst the crisis, but you are determined to get him out of there.

“look at me, toru.” you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you. “you’ve still got a whole world to see. so don't you ever get worried about me because i’ll be more happy to see you free without any worries.

“go live a life that you weren't able to do when we were still kids. do what you always wanted to do.”

“and just so you know, i will always love you and you will always have a special place in my home.” you put his hand to your left chest where your heart lies. “here, satoru. you'll always be here.”

satoru pulled you into the tightest hug since it was literally the last and you wouldn't mind. reciprocating the hug, you finally smiled whole-heartedly and it even reached your eyes.

“whatever happens, i love you, y/n. i love you more than anything. i have loved you since the first time i saw you. and i will always love you even if this would be the last time i would see you.” throughout the six years that you two had been together, from boyfriend-girfriend relationship until to marriage—this was the very first time he declared his love to you with so much intensity.

your eyes nearly gave up on how long you've been trying to hold your tears. but you still swore that night that you'll never shed a tear unless satoru is out of the scene because you knew how much effect your crying causes him.

to hide your emotions, you pull him closer and share the last and passionate kiss as two persons who share the same surname are binded by the law. both of you could feel the emotions begin to overflow as things become more sensitive.

you were the first one to pull away as satoru was still crying. cradling his cheeks, you connected your foreheads together and said again, “let's not make higuruma wait any further.”

satoru knew it was time, time for him to finally sign the divorce paper that he's been planning for a month now.

he expected this one too just like you, so it shouldn't hurt, but why is his heart still aching? with a final stroke of his signature, satoru felt so empty. his soul feels like missing and something was taken away from him.

both have done it—a trial away and the marriage will no longer be valid. there would be no mr. and mrs. gojo now because both will live differently.

grabbing the paper with your shaky hands, you turn around at satoru and give him the final hug with a final kiss. “good luck on your new life, satoru. i’ll always cheer for you and support you until the end.”

“thank you so much, y/n. i really mean it.”

and with that, you and satoru shared the same sad smile you could utter at that moment. sure, this night will end bittersweet, but tomorrow is a brand new start.

you watched satoru walk solemnly towards the car. he looked like a ghost wandering around the vicinity without any will to search for the true paradise for him to rest. it really broke your heart that this is the end for both of you.

and with now fully signatured divorce paper on his hands, satoru felt that each step he took, he felt like fainting on the spot because of how devastating he felt.

but you cannot undo everything now. satoru had officially become your sweet memory and a stranger on the street at the same time. just as he was about to go inside the car, you called out for his name one last time.

your ex-husband looked at you with tired, red, and puffy eyes. you let yourself give the bestest smile you could offer at this moment. a smile entitled one last smile before saying a goodbye.

"if we found each other in another world, let me be your wife again!"

satoru's eyes glisten with tears once more. nevertheless, he also offers you the bestest smile he could manage. he is now letting his broken heart go out of your grasp. forcing himself to swallow and accept that in this lifetime, you are no longer his.

but if the two of you would be reborn or somewhere in the multiverse, he would pray that the two of you got the life you onced failed to build, and that was something he would wish for forever.

"of course! and i will choose you this time. we would make a family that we once dreamt of, and i will give you the honor to name our children." satoru yelled back, making your smile widen.

you could finally rest knowing that there would be a lifetime waiting for both of you somewhere in the future. and this time, you are not being delusional because you know it'll be going to happen and you'll make it happen.

"emi!"

"what?" satoru halted his steps to focus his attention on you.

"i want our first born daughter to be named emi." you've actually dreamed of having a child with him, in that dream, her name is emi. it was like a sign to you, so when you woke up, you immediately searched its meaning and found out that emi means blessed.

you are blessed.

both of you definitely feel blessed to have each other.

that being said, you have kept that name for a while now. sooner, you wished that name would be used with satoru's surname entangled to it.

because in this life, it was unfortunate not to use the name emi. you only want to use that name with him and only him. for you lived with him, loved him, and dreamed with him.

but patience is a virtue. you are willing to wait for that dream, for him. time is not a problem to you because you'd be fully patient just for him.

"have a safe journey, gojo satoru. i will be waiting for you in our next lives." you gently bow your head to send your wish for his safety.

with that, satoru enters the car without looking at you anymore. he was afraid that if he looked at you, he might find himself running back into your loving arms again.

"we'll be going now, y/n." higuruma rolled the window and waved a farewell to you.

you just nod at him while you watch the car slowly disappear from your eyesight. sad but true, you will be waking up all alone from now on 'till your thirties.

no more satoru to wake you up with cuddles. no more satoru who would make corny jokes randomly. no more satoru to who would always remind you that you have a husband. just no more satoru gojo—

drip…

a tear, followed by another, and another until it just flows uncontrollably. you are finally a crying-mess. you're letting yourself cry and let your emotions out by a shout of pain escaping out from your lips.

it was all over.

satoru chooses his life over you, and you choose satoru over your life. with your knees planted on the pavement, your hand travels towards your mouth to cover your loud painful sobs.

all of the tears that you had been keeping since this morning, finally had their freedom to flow at your cheeks along with anguish scream that came out of your broken heart.

you finally lost this time.

[a special chapter will be posted soon, so stay tuned and just comment if you want to be added on the taglist for this one — ©luvvixu2024]

[moralesluvr]

Hii. So I had this idea where it’s (e-1610) miles saving Reader from something and when he finally looks at her he immediately becomes attracted towards her (like love a first sight thing) and gets all shy and cute

love at first sight ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!black!reader, college au, cafe au. ♡ summary: after getting hit on after walking home from work, your friendly neighborhood spiderman is here to save you-- and he‘s stunned when he sees you. ♡ warnings: none jus fluff! ♡ a/n: this is so extremely self indulgent because i wear glasses and i was just visualizing this the whole time LOLLL ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOUR SAGE-TINTED FINGERNAILS PINCH around the soft material of your apron, a broken sigh tumbling off of your reddened lips as you placed it on the coat rack in the back of your workplace. Another huff leaves you, this time of relief, eyes darting to the clock that resides on the wall. It reads, it digital numerals, '10:22.'

You should've closed twenty minutes ago, but of course, some of your avid regulars insisted that they needed a coffee or slide of banana bread right as you had grabbed the broom from the back, ready to shut the cafe down. But you couldn't complain because you were at least happy that you had the next couple of days off, so you let your worries roll off of your t-shirt clad shoulders, grabbing your purse and keys from your work cubbie and switching off the lights.

Keys jingling as you step outside, you stick a golden one into the hole that's below the door's handle, locking it and beginning your walk down the street.

A shiver courses through your veins, your body not quite adjusted to the sweet, yet wintry cold that summoned goosebumps on your bare forearms. You hugged yourself and tucked the sides of your coat in, throwing your Coach bag over your shoulders as the pretty lights of Brooklyn advocated for your lack of vision.

The cafe that you worked at was the only place you could earn money and also enjoy. Your boss was one the upperclassmen that you knew from your university, which really helped because she always gave you days off and flexible work hours. All your co-workers were just close friends or classmates-- plus, you loved to bake, so it really was a genuine place of interest.

You're humming one of your favorite songs down the block when you reach a strip of shops. There's a pub nearby and you always hold your breath when you pass it-- because it's not so much a bar, but more of a place where teenagers hang out and smoke or drink ill-tasting beer. Usually you're safe passing through, but that wasn't necessarily the case tonight.

A boy that you recognize from your university stumbles out of the place, eyes reddened and droopy as he stopped you in your tracks. He smirked at you, "Why're you walkin' all by yourself? Need some company?"

Pushing a curl back behind your ear, he beams a smile at you, one that makes your stomach feel uneasy as you slowly moved his hand back down to his side.

"No, Aaron, I don't. I...have a boyfriend." You lied through your teeth. You definitely didn't, but you needed a valid excuse as to why you didn't want this creep taking you home.

"I think you do need some company, though, pretty thing." He insists, pushing himself closer to you, a laugh sounding from his throat. "I don't see your boyfriend. What kind of man would leave his girl alone at night, walking down the streets of New York?" His hands find home on your waist and you let out a squeal, "Stop!"

Although it's no use. He continues, trying to learn into your lips as you fight his tight embrace. But he's stronger, and you genuinely think that you're a goner until a tall figure in a-

Spider-Man?

He comes literally out of nowhere, standing in front of Aaron as he grabbed both of his arms, removing his grip on you. The masked vigilante twists his hands behind his back and he screams, biting his lip, "This your pathetic boyfriend, huh? Some idiot playing around in a mask?"

Spider-Man says nothing to that, except he just shoots a web at Aaron's hands, pinning them behind his back. He then flips him around and webs his mouth, moving closer to him. He whispers against his skin, "Shut up."

Aaron's eventually pinned to the brickwork of the pub's walls, when Spider-Man finally turns to look at you. You're smiling, even though anxiety is still pumping through your blood, "Thank you, Spider...Spider-man?"

He just stares at you.

You're so pretty, curls tucked back in a ponytail with some loose ones hanging against your dark glasses frames. You're clad in a leather jacket and a pair of ankle-high boots, a pretty skirt resting on your thighs. The moonlight glows against your brown skin, and he finds his mouth dry because it's wide open.

You cock an eyebrow at him, "Spider-Man? Are you okay?"

And although he longs to say something, to get the words out, he can't help but give you one last glance as he finds himself webbing to a wall, swinging away without saying a word.

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[theshinazugawaslut]

Always here to help, Esha😘💕

Anyway, thoughts on Toxic Nemi? Not like super toxic but like…still toxic yk?😵‍💫

Controlling, manipulative, and possessive; those are the best three words to use for toxic Sanemi. Whether it's set in the canon-verse or a modern AU (I've written this with more of a modern-AU in mind but I wouldn't mind making two seperate ones on request. However, I do also use references to the canon verse (training, missions, ect.).)

He loves you, he really does — he doesn't want to ever have to hurt you but he's doing it for your own good, don't you understand?

It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's that he doesn't trust others around you. How can you blame him? You have such beautiful, shimmering eyes and the prettiest smile, you could tempt anyone.

It starts off small: clingy little gestures like always keeping an arm around you, perhaps his rough hands dig just right into the plump flesh of your hips or perhaps his arm wraps around your sweet stomach, forearm resting against your belly whilst his fingers stroke some skin under your shirt as you go out shopping with him, excitedly showing him something you like. He listens to you but his lilac eyes burn into every passerby, his gaze almsot shadowing you from anyone's view with the promise of bloody murder in those eyes you find so very sweet.

He stands unnecessarily close to you, invading every inch of personal space he possibly can with that charming smile on his face, wants your eyes on just him and wants to make sure he can shield you from everyone else's filthy eyes.

If you're going out — mission, training, or in a modern AU where you're going shopping, visiting a friend — Sanemi is already slipping on his shoes and his haori (or jacket), looking at you with his usual serious face.

"I'm comin' with you, sweetheart," he says simply, blunt fingertips gentle brushing against your cheek, placing a chaste kiss on your jaw to make you listen. "Can't let you out alone, can I? What typa man would that make me, hmm?"

He swears it's for your safety and even when you protest you're meeting a friend at a cafe or simply going on a mission, he's tagging along, snarling when you try to deny him.

"Why do you not want me to come? Are you hiding something from me? Do I embarrass you?" he asks, making his eyes vulnerable and soft, making himself look sad and hurt, the way he knows that'll make you sag your shoulders and let him come along.

Hence, Sanemi follows you everywhere, even in the house. If you're sitting down — writing a letter to another Hashira or in a modern-day verse, texting someone on your phone — he's got an arm around your shoulder, lilac eyes watching your every move sharply.

"Baby, who's that?" he asks innocently, pointing to a contact as you had been mindlessly scrolling down your list of numbers to find a specific one.

"Oh, he's a friend from highschool," you answer and he scowls.

"Remove him," he orders and when you try to deny him, he nuzzles himself into your neck. "Baby, please, you care about me more, right? Not this rando, hmm?"

He grins when he watches you delete the contact.

He's also a bit shameless to get his point across to your friends and all the other people who ogle at your pretty person, kissing and suckling softly at your neck in public even as you squeal in protest.

He veils threats as well, ones he disguises as teasing or jokes but will wholeheartedly act upon should he deem he should.

"Tch, fuckin' bastard, I'll break his hands if he thinks of touching you."

"Do you really need to be visiting your family all the time? It'd be a shame if they got sick of you..."

"Baby doll... Don't keep talking to that idiot, I'll lock you in the house."

He doesn't like you going out to meet other people. Hell, he doesn't even want you to work (as a Hashira or as anything else in a modern-day verse).

He doesn't care if it's your family, friends, colleagues. He's all you should need. All you should want.

So he kisses you madly when you try to leave the house, wraps (traps) you up in muscled arms and kisses you breathless, senseless; littering mulberry, dark hickeys onto your jaw, neck, collar, undoing your clothes so he can worship your cunt.

"See, baby? 'm all ya need," he murmurs against your clit, licking at your folds, plunging his wet muscle into your hole as you cry out. "Let's stay home today, you can go 'nother day."

He marks you often as well — there's not a day where you aren't desperately trying to wear scarves to hide the mark of Sanemi's teeth against your neck or his love bites all across your body.

"You look so pretty, what are you doing?" he says, brows furrowing as he removes the scarves to gaze at you in the looking glass. He looks angry, scowl marring his rugged features. "You don't like them? You don't like what I do with you, to you?"

Your eyes widen, trying to explain yourself desperately before he gets upset, before he gets angry, and keeps you here till you apologise. "No, 'Nemi, of course I love it but it's a bit innappropriate-"

"-I love you and you're calling it indecent?" he hisses, hands coming on your shoulder to turn you around. "You truly think I'm some sorta monster than you gotta hide what I do to you? I thought you loved me."

"I do, I do, I do, I love you so much, 'Nemi, I won't wear the scarves, I promise," you murmur, grabbing his face to kiss him, and he smiles against your lips, victorious.

Sanemi controls your every aspect soon. He likes your fashion but he'd prefer if you'd only doll up just for him, and if you wish to go out, he's damn well at your side.

He glowers at you as you excitedly show him a dress you plan on wearing for the day and when your doe eyes widen in upset that he doesn't like it, he kisses your neck, up your jaw, then your temple, kissing you multiple times, his mouth like a drug to you.

"God, you look gorgeous," he murmurs, "but it's too much, hmm? Change into that lilac dress, yeah? You'll look so much sweeter, doll."

It started off like that but it's get to the point that he starts throwing tantrums, desperate and pathetic, when he sees you wear a dress that shows off the shoulders that he ends up kissing till they're bruised.

When you start crying, he cradles your face, kissing your face all over, wetly and open-mouthed. "Oh, baby, I only want what's best for you, don't you want to listen to me?" He cups the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, mouth desperately kissing your cheek, your nose, your brow. "Oh, don't cry, baby... I'm only doing what's best for you, why won't you listen to me? You wouldn't be crying if you'd. Just. Listen." One hand moves to squeeze your waist, to stroke the tender skin of your lower stomach where your womb lay beneath. "You wanna look pretty? I'll make you look fuckin' pretty- Why're you so damn stubborn? I love you, I love you so goddamn much and this is how you repay me? I buy all the pretty shit you wear, I buy it all for you so you fuckin' owe it to me to listen to me. Aye? Got it?"

When you nod, tears being stroked gently off your face, Sanemi smiles as though he hadn't even yelled at you or kissed you senseless. "Atta girl, my good girl."

But other times, it's not about what you wear but more of who you talk to, he scowls when he catches you talking to someone, and heaven forbid you manage to hang out/train with someone else without him finding out.

He keeps a track of you, always, whether you like it or not. If it's keeping a tracker on you or perhaps stalking you whenever you leave.

He'll go beserk, yelling and huffing, grabbing at your elbows, trying to drag you back home where you belong, and if that doesn't work, he'll cry and beg for you to never leave him, sobbing against your thighs that he wants you stay.

"Why did you lie to me?" he cries. "I thought- I thought you trusted me, don't you love me? I trust you with all my heart, I do everything for you, why can't you love me back the same?!"

And he lets that guilt fester at your heart, makes sure you never even try to utter the word 'break up' or 'leave' him (and if you ever even tried, he'd cover that pretty mouth of yours that he loves so much with his large, broad hand, his eyes bloodshot and crazed, kissing your forehead softly as his hand tightens your delicate face and squeezes till it feels your cheekbones will snap and teeth will shatter. "Don't even dare," he whispers against your ear, kissing your earring, "I'll fucking strangle you if I have to, if it means you'll stay, or maybe I should strangle that darling sister you care so much for...").

He proposes to you quite quickly as well — you're his one and only, his piece of perfection, the only one that matters. He plans the wedding precisely how you would want it and it makes you forget all the bad aspects as he dotes on you for the rest of your life, very rarely having to remind you of your place as you become a perfect housewife for him.

You love him just as much now, whining his name when he has to leave for awhile, but he always kisses and bites you, murmurs how much he loves you (and you know he means it).

He makes sure to bounce you on his cock almost every night, loving how you sob his name is ecstacy, and he makes sure to stuff you full until your belly swells nice and round with his children.

God, he's always wanted a big family, he's always wanted to make sure you never had a single fucking choice other than him.

And he loves it, how you give him child after child, how utterly divine you look as you giggle and chatter, carrying his baby as he kisses your stomach over and over whilst his other children play at your feet.

You really couldn't resist him, could you?

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Night Time Activities - Gaz x Reader Bakery AU

Part one - Next Part

Content Warnings - Masterbation, mention of oral, mention of fingering, post nut clarity. Jealousy. Is giving baked goods considered flirting?

It's routine now. A new part of his routine that he adores and wouldn't trade for the world. Wake up, go to the gym, shower, see you at the cafe and bakery, relax at home and then wait for your little knock on his door. Each evening is like clock work. It's a wonderful way to end his day, seeing your face as you offer him whatever sweet confection your boss had let you snag before closing.

Only, you don't knock tonight and you weren't at the bakery despite it being Tuesday. Gaz didn't dare ask your boss in fear of coming off as creepy. He had forced him to get his mind off of that little interruption. Gaz reminded himself that you weren't tied to him and he wasn't tied to you. 

Gaz kept reminding himself that until at three am, a rather ungodly hour as his grandmother would have said, he hears you. You're giggling and talking in a loud whisper to someone. You're stumbling through your flat, someone else stumbling with you until he hears two bodies collapse onto your bed.

Bloody hell, he thinks. Gaz turns over and presses his pillow to his ears. Fucking thin walls, he thinks bitterly as he's forced to listen to you and some bloke you brought home.

Gaz swears he won't listen. He swears to get up and go to the living room, maybe sleep on the couch. Only he doesn't. In fact, he slowly removes the pillow covering his ears as your moans and whines begin.

Gaz curses himself as he feels his cock grow hard within the confines of his boxers. Mentally calls himself a pervert as he pulls them down and grabs his cock that is hardening in record time. “Mmm, fuck like that.” he hears you moan and his mind fills with images.

Is that bloke fingering you? Eating you out? You squeal and he decides both. He's doing both and then tries to imagine it's him doing it. It's him who you brought home while drunk. It's him who is pulling such wonderful moans from you. He squeezes himself, running his thumb over his slit and bites down on a groan.

Then it all changes. Your moans stop becoming natural. Forced. Too high pitched. He doesn't know why he's certain of it but he is. Your bed creeks and groans as this pitiful excuse of a cock that must be fucking you, doesn't do it's one job.

Even your babbling is too forced. “Fuck fuck! Like that! Mmmmm, yes.” still, he picks up the pace, fearful this idiot wouldn't last long enough. Gaz bites down on his lip to keep quiet as you let out a particularly long moan and he paints his hand white.

Gaz lays there and listens to the last few moments of forced ecstacy. “Did you finish?” the man asks, because of course he did. 

“Ye-Yeah. That was great.” you mutter. Gaz gets up to wash his hands and to wash his shame away.

There you are. In that uniform, looking perfect. Gaz sits down at the table and offers you a smile. The kind of smile he hopes makes your heart flutter. “The usual please.”

When you bring him the bag of goodies and his coffee, you stop for a moment. You gnaw on your bottom lip before speaking, “I'm trying out a new recipe.” you blurt out, “Would you like to try it? Tonight when I get home?”

Another smile, “Sure thing love.”

[bangtanficsforyou]

Girl Of His Dreams (04)

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 9.5K

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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The coffee has gone cold.

Not that you're aware of it though. All you have been doing for the past fifteen minutes is to stare intently into the cup and sighing occassionally. A few baristas have looked at you with worry and sympathy but again that's also something you remain oblivious to. 

You don't know what to do; a thought you have found yourself thinking quite often in the recent days. Why, for the love of god, do emotions have to be so damn complicated? Why can't they be simple and allow you to live peacefully? Why must you always feel the exact opposite of what you want to feel? 

The sole reason you put up with the idea of the ring is because you wanted to feel accepted, loved, seen and appreciated without having to go out of your way to prove to people that you are deserving of it. You did not consider the possibility of people talking about Jungkook taking an interest in you. It had slipped your mind that the ring is only going to fool Jungkook, not the other hundreds of people you will walk past on a regular basis. 

You could almost hear what they were saying. Her? Of all people her? Has he run out of girls? Maybe Jungkook wants to try something different. 

The whispers and not so subtle looks were too much for you to sit there and go through your class. Hence, you did what your panic filled mind asked you to; you left. Some might call it running away from your problems but you never claimed to be courageous enough to face your challenges with a firm grip. 

On your way to the cafe, while ordering your cup of coffee, while mindlessly staring at the liquid, you have been entertaining a question repeatedly; should you just remove the ring? 

It sounds simple. Then you can go back to your little hole and never worry about the things that you're worrying about now. It would be comfortable because you know what it feels like. This, however, is extremely unknown to you. 

The only thing that is stopping you from removing the ring right at this very moment is the image you had built in your mind as to what putting the ring to use would be like. What if you let go of things too soon? What if being patient is the key and you could have your one month of living like the person you have always wanted to be? 

Your thoughts are put to a halt by someone pulling the chair right across you. You look up and are fairly surprised when you find that person to be Brie. 

"What are you doing here?" The question leaves your mouth without a second thought. 

"I don't know myself," she shrugs. 

You frown and check the time on your watch which only confirms what you already knew. "Isn't a class going on right now?"

She hums, "That it is." 

You quirk a brow at her suspiciously, wanting to know the exact reason why she's here and not in the class, she so obviously had intended to attend. 

Brie squints at you for the look you're giving her but then complies. "I was looking for you, cause I was worried."

Oh. 

Well that's sweet. 

But, "how did you find out where I was?" 

"Bitch, you have your snapchat location on, which conveniently makes it easier for anyone on your friend list to find out where you're."

Ah right, snapchat location. 

You sigh and get a little comfortable in your seat, knowing that the whole blank staring thing isn't gonna work anymore. 

Brie only waits till she places the order for a cappuccino. Then she angles her body towards you in such a way that lets you know, for the next few moments you will be on the receiving end of all her attention. 

"So," she begins, "what is going on?" 

A lot. You want to just let all of it out and get it off your chest. Having someone who knows about everything that you're going through is honestly a blessing. But you resist yourself from spilling everything out, remembering that she too is someone who most likely finds that Jungkook showing interest in you is simply absurd. You remember the way she looked at you on discovering that you and Jungkook were going on a date. Although you do not fault her for having that reaction, admittedly her being a friend of yours, makes it a little bit disheartening to think that she too views you that way. 

"I honestly don't know what's going on either," you chuckle, the sound coming out empty and sad. "All I know is that I'm the one to be blamed for it."

She frowns at how tired you look. She's not quite sure what's going on but by the looks of it, something's troubling you and whatever it is, you're apparently blaming yourself for it. "You shouldn't say things like that. We all mess up, doesn't mean you have to point fingers at yourself."

You cannot not point fingers at yourself though. You were the one who went ahead with the ring–

Right. You still need to figure out whether you want to continue wearing the ring. Quickly figuring out that even though you might not be up for spilling every single detail to her, you can still take her insight on what you should do. That'd be the best. It would help you stop running in circles. 

"Brie, what would you do if you were to learn that love potions exist? Would you use them?"

Brie looks at you funny, wondering why you would ask a question about fictional things out of the blue. Nevertheless, she's not one to overthink things, if asked a question, she is definitely going to give an honest answer. 

"I'd definitely use them," she nods, very sure of her words. 

"You would?" Your eyes widen, mildly surprised at how quick her answer was. 

"Yeah, I definitely would. On Henry Cavill," a bashful, dreamy smile appears on her face as she gets lost in the world of her dreams. "He can be my personal superman."

Ah, that way. 

"No, no, no," you shake your head. "I mean would you use them on real life people?"

Brie looks disappointed for a split second for having to come out of the world where she's happily married to Henry Cavill. "What do you think Henry Cavill is?"

"No, but like real people. People you know in real life."

Brie wants to argue that she knows of Henry in real life and not from some animated world but keeps it to herself when she realises that for some reason you're really eager to hear her opinions and answers. 

"If it's about people I know personally, I think it would depend on the who and the why."

"Elaborate," you prod without missing a beat. 

"Nah, you elaborate on what scenario you want me to consider–", it's then that her coffee arrives. Thanking the barista, she takes a sip from her cup before continuing, "–technically there are an infinite number of scenarios I could consider for this hypothetical situation."

"What if you want to use the love potion on someone because you think that will make you feel better? Would you actually end up doing it?" 

"In what ways is it supposed to make you feel better? Like an unrequited love–"

"Better about yourself," you cut her off, finding your anxiousness getting the better of you. "Someone giving you that amount of love and affection would make you feel good about yourself. That is why you want to use the love potion."

"Hmm," a thoughtful look appears on Brie's face. "Validation you mean?"

Validation. Is that what you want? You just for once want to feel like you're worthy of the things you have always wanted. Is that validation? 

You're not quite sure. 

"Let's call it that for the time being," you suggest, now taking a sip from your coffee. You grimace when the liquid meets your tongue, finding the temperature just odd. It's neither warm nor cold. It tastes like water. 

"In that case–" she leans forward and rests her palms on the table "–no, I won't use the love potion."

You slouch in relief when you hear her words, finally having an answer. 

You had expected yourself to feel disappointed if the answer were to be in the negative. But surprisingly, you're not. It feels right. Maybe somehow you have always known that this isn't the right thing to do and have only wanted someone to confirm it. 

"But that doesn't mean, someone else won't do it," Brie comments after a little pause. 

Your relaxation disappears slightly. You had thought that was it, that no is the answer. However, now that she seems to be continuing from where she left, you once again are on edge. 

"What do you mean?"

She takes a deep breath, "I have done that thing where you look for validation from other people and I know I wouldn't do that ever again. But that doesn't mean someone else wouldn't."

"Everyone at some point or the other, has seeked validation. Now how they seek validation can vary vastly but that doesn't mean they're in the wrong, it only makes them human."

"You're confusing me," you say with confusion written all over your face. 

"Let me put it this way, if I were to read a story about someone using love potion to feel better about themselves, I'd most likely feel sympathy. Can you imagine how lonely and desperate they might have been, to do that?" 

For some unknown reason, those words cause a spark of something to ignite inside you. "What about the consequences? What about the fact that they would be using a person, fooling a person all for the sake of feeling better about themselves? Isn't that incredibly selfish?" 

"Woah, woah, woah," she looks taken aback and then chuckles softly at how riled up you look about this. "Why do you hate this character so much that you simply can't stand the idea of them using love potion?" 

Brie asks the question jokingly, not really meaning it but it hits you for some reason. Why do you hate this character so much? Why do you hate yourself so much? 

"Listen," she begins after another sip of her coffee, "my stance is simple, using love potion on someone is selfish but it's only the lack of love that makes us selfish." 

"I'm not condoning the use of love potion but I wouldn't hate a character for doing it, I'd probably only hope that they realise they didn't need to use it to feel better about themselves."

"Plus, who knows, maybe using the love potion is what would make them realise later in the story that someone else cannot make them feel good about themselves."

You could scream.

For so long you have been feeling this constant sense of guilt and shame for doing something so low. You have only run away from acknowledging it so that you can keep wearing the ring. Maybe all you needed was someone to shame you even further and scream at you for how selfish you are, for you to snap and admit to yourself how shameless and selfish you actually are. You wanted someone to tell you the things you have already been thinking and feeling about yourself for you to return the ring. 

However, you were not expecting compassion. You were not expecting words that are said with you in consideration. Her words were not spoken out of judgement rather out of understanding and sympathy.

You don't miss Brie's words about how one must be incredibly lonely and desperate. Desperate, you are. But lonely? 

If someone were to ask you even a minute ago, you'd say you're not. You're happy with the two-three friends you have. However, Brie's words seem to have thrown light to a part of you that's always been in the dark. Now, you feel as if someone's pointed out something that's always been there but you are only ever noticing it now. 

It makes you feel an overwhelming sense of emotion that makes you want to cry because you feel seen but at the same time confused. 

You close your eyes briefly to calm yourself down and will yourself not to let the tears out.

Nodding, you let go of the breath you were holding. "Thank you for indulging in this weird topic of conversation with me," you mean what you say, you might be still just as indecisive but you appreciate it so much that she was this willing to answer your weird set of questions. 

"You're welcome, it was fun," she replies. "But now if we are done with that, care to share what had you so stressed that you had to leave the class like that?"

The question has your insides twisting. But for some reason, you do not find yourself hesitating as much as before. Maybe it's the previous conversation that has opened you up enough to tell her why exactly you ran. 

"I didn't like how everyone was looking at me and whispering amongst themselves," you fixate your eyes on the table surface and refuse to look up. "I know they were talking about the picture and that just made me extremely uncomfortable."

"That makes sense," Brie muses, understanding that people repeatedly glancing at you and whispering while they are at it, cannot be a very nice feeling. "Although, it's none of their business, I can understand why they might be curious. Because you see, you and Jungkook are quite a surprise."  

You close your eyes when you hear her words. You really could do without the confirmation of what you already know. 

"I mean Jungkook is such a piece of shit and then you're, you."

Uhhhhhhhh. 

Did you hear that right? 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

For a brief moment, it's almost as if Brie is surprised that you don't already know what she means. But then she entertains the thought that maybe you don't know Jungkook that well. Or maybe, you're viewing him through rose coloured glasses. Afterall, she doesn't know how deep you're in, for him.

"Jungkook is…shallow," she speaks after a few moments of trying to find the right words. "But you're, you. You're quite the opposite, you feel deeply. You take things seriously while Jungkook is very fickle minded. Simply put, you deserve someone better than him."

You feel perplexed. There is no other way to put it. 

Could that be the reason why she looked at you the way she did upon finding out that you were going on a date with Jungkook? Because she believes that you deserve better? 

But then how come she even believes that you are worthy of the better? 

Gosh, all of this is too hard to believe. 

You have half a mind to ask her how she can be so sure that Jungkook is shallow. Is she duducing it simply from the fact that he's a bit of a player? But then you decide otherwise knowing you don't want to make things even more confusing for yourself. Plus, Brie isn't someone who bad mouths or passes opinions about people for the sake of it. If she's saying something about Jungkook there must be some reason behind it. What is it, you're not quite sure you want to know. 

For a very brief moment you think back to your first date and how Jungkook didn't think it was disrespectful towards you that the waitress left her number with a note like that. Even if he did, he didn't say anything. 

Pushing the thought aside, you focus back on the present. "I honestly don't know him that well."

Brie's question about how far the both of you are, into the whole dating thing is answered. "That's fine, I just hope you don't learn about his shallowness the hard way. Stay a bit wary of him and don't trust him too soon."

You know Brie's words are well meant. She genuinely seems worried about it and it somehow warms your heart. "I'll try to keep your words in mind." 

She nods and smiles at you in approval. The silence that falls upon the both of you, urges you to get done with something you know you should have done much sooner. 

"I'm sorry, by the way," not beating around the bush, you speak in a sincere tone. You notice the way Brie looks confused at your apology and clarify, "I should not have snapped at you last day–", Brie's confused look only deepens, "–when you were asking me about the date with Jungkook."

Brie's look of confusion finally disappears but she waves off your words with a flick of her hand. "That's nothing worth apologising for. You looked stressed, I should have taken the hint."

"Still, that was wrong of me, I do owe you an apology."

"Apology accepted," she huffs at your words and shoots you a thumbs up. "Now are we attending the next class or do we need some more sad girl hours?"

Your lips lift up involuntarily and even though you're not sure if you're ready to go to class just yet, you feel like you have some support. It makes you feel like you'll be fine even if you were to get weird looks from people. 

"Let's go," you suggest. You take a look at your watch and your eyes widen when you notice the time. "We only have ten minutes till the next class begins."

She isn't bothered, as she leans further into her chair. "That means we still have like twenty minutes to chill." 

Her words cause you to snort but you're not surprised considering it's Brie. Sighing, you too lean back. 

Twenty more minutes, it is. 

You have come to a decision.

Fascinatingly enough, in the course of the last few days, Brie's words kept ringing in your head. The more you replayed her words in your mind, the more you were getting this undeniable urge and it was that little chit chat with her from that morning that prompted you to come to your decision. 

The decision wasn't that hard to make, honestly. It's just that a part of you kept overthinking if it were the right choice. But somehow you only found yourself leaning towards the option you now have decided to stick to. 

You will remove the ring. 

You simply couldn't get over the amount of relief you felt when Brie's words had briefly made you come to the conclusion that you should remove the ring. The way your shoulders felt lifted at the thought of not having to constantly battle yourself about what's right and what's wrong, was a tell-tale sign of what actually felt right to you. 

It's true you'd have to go back to being the Y/N you heavily dislike. But that's something that stays with you, it doesn't affect someone else. It doesn't involve manipulating and lying to someone else. It doesn't involve having to carry the guilt of using someone else.

You have always been the person who has only ever existed to watch other people get love the way you have always wanted. It's so simple for them, they enjoy the love as if it's the sun rays. It's so natural, so comfortable, so acceptable. It only makes you think how if you were to find love, you'd probably treat it like the rain that is bestowed to a drought-ridden field. You'd probably worship it. You'd thank the heavens for listening to your prayers. You'd cry tears of joy and gratitude. You'd promise the gods above that you'll always be good and never take it for granted. 

However, you have never quite had the fortune of celebrating love and you have complained about how unfair it is to you, an infinite number of times. 

But the complaining comes from a place where you feel cheated of something that was promised to you. However, how do you keep your right to complain if you cheat someone else? 

Feeling like a victim feels much better to you than to feel like someone who's only getting what they deserve. Feeling like life is doing you wrong, is better than feeling like you're getting back for doing wrong.

Even when you are at your lowest, you have had your head high because you didn't intentionally cheat someone, because you didn't do something you won't want someone to do to you. You have been mad at the world for encouraging you to see dreams and then being so cruel to crush it so ruthlessly. But then again, you'd very much like to feel like you have the right to be mad, to complain, to be bitter and to scream and shout in pain and anger. 

You have also decided to steer clear of Jungkook. Or of anyone who's similar to him. Anyone who tries to remind you of everything wrong with you. You are already aware that you're not perfect, that you're not someone who qualifies for the word 'pretty' and you won't mind the absence of people who don't hesitate to remind you of that. 

But for that, you first need to tell Jungkook that you cannot be his model. Which is why you're still wearing the ring. You do not have the courage to face him without it and what would he even see you as if he were to see you without the ring? Would he even believe he actually did choose you to be his model? It's not like you can explain it to him that this ring holds some magical powers. He would probably add the word 'crazy' to the list of adjectives he uses to describe you. 

Today is practise day. You have decided on informing Jungkook about your decision as soon as you walk in the room as that'd be the best. 

You walk with determined steps and swing the door open. However, your steps falter when you realise that Jungkook isn't alone. Taehyung and Jimin are already in attendance. 

Shit. 

How do you tell Jungkook in front of them that you want to quit? Even the thought of doing so somehow manages to shake your confidence as you keep imagining the range of responses they could probably have. 

Guess, you'll have to wait till they leave. 

Taehyung is the first one to notice that you're awkwardly standing at the doorway. "Hello, Y/N," his warm boxy smile greets you. 

Taehyung's words make the other two men in the room aware of your presence as they simultaneously look in your direction. 

"Come in, we were waiting for you," Jungkook says, getting momentarily distracted from the papers that are sprawled on his desk. 

You tentatively smile at him and Taehyung, with Jimin already getting back to what he was previously doing, without paying you an ounce of attention. 

You take a seat next to where Taehyung is sitting and ask no one in particular, "Am I late?" 

It's Taehyung who replies, "no, you aren't. We had a class together and we just headed here the moment it got over."

You acknowledge his words with a small nod. 

Deciding it's best to remain quiet as it might as well be the last day you are spending with these three, you look around the room and observe the various educational posters that decorate the wall. 

You precisely ignore any conversation the three of them might be having with each other. That is until a few of Jungkook's words catch your attention. 

"So, this is the final list of participants?"

Jimin hums as an answer to Jungkook's question. 

"Final list?" You perk up, your heart rate speeding up.

"Oh yeah, the final list of participants arrived today," Jungkook informs you. "You can have a look at it if you like."

You are both curious and worried and hence, of course you take up on his proposition of taking a look at the document. As it turns out, it contains the name of participants from all colleges along with their pictures. It doesn't take you long to find Jungkook's, yours and Taehyung's name. 

"How did they get my picture?" You are confused as you had no idea when things were in the process of getting finalised. 

"From the documents submitted to college."

Of course. 

"So does this mean no one can change their models or back out?" You keep your voice neutral, pretending to be looking through the document as you keep flipping through the pages. 

"Saying that'd be wrong," you are no longer bothered who answers you. You are only bothered with what the answer is. "However, someone quitting now will lead to deduction of marks, unless it's a medical reason or an emergency. In case of which, supporting documents are required."

Isn't that just…. lovely? The very day you made up your mind. 

Everything feels incredibly puzzled in your head right now. The determination that you had walked in with, fades away as you're filled with panic. What do you do now? 

You entertain the idea of the door of quitting being closed and start thinking about what the future events could possibly be like. You'll actually have to practise modelling, you'll have to put yourself out there for everyone to see and be open to the fact that people will judge you.  

Now you are no longer just skimming through the papers, you're also looking at the pictures of people you're supposed to compete with. There are plenty of faces, way more people than you imagined you'd have to be against and all of them are way better looking than you. 

"So many colleges are participating," the words come out of your mouth without your permission as you find yourself so occupied with the recent realisations that your mind momentarily ignores the presence of other people in the room. 

"Not all of them are good though," this time you know exactly whose words they are; Jungkook's. "Take these two for example–" his finger lands on the page you're currently on as he points at the participants from a college, "–they don't seem like the right choice."

"Why?" You're genuinely confused as to how he can derive that simply from the photographs.

"I mean, they quite clearly lack what one needs to be a model," he replies with a tilt to his head as he observes the papers.

His words stir up the pot of nervousness that is the pit of your stomach. Is there something special that one needs to have to be a model, except for regular practice? If so, how the fuck are you gonna make it? 

"What exactly is required to be a model?"

"They have to be pretty," Jungkook now looks up, almost as if he has come to his conclusions and is satisfied with them. "They have to have an appearance that people find attractive. They clearly ain't it. As a model, you need to catch people's attention."

Your hands, which were busy flipping through the pages, stop. "Why do you think they won't be able to capture people's attention?"

"Their features are boring, plain and regular," he shrugs, letting the words out as if stating something that's supposed to be simple. "Nothing worth looking at and definitely nothing that catches attention."

Plain. 

Boring. 

Regular.

Your brows furrow painfully hard and you look away from Jungkook. You look back at the pictures in front of you and all you see is two smiling faces. They don't appear to be plain, boring and regular to you. They seem happy. The girl, Skye, has soft eyes and a gummy smile. The boy, Mike, has curly hair and a button nose. You do not find anything that supports Jungkook's claims and observations.

However, it's not unknown to you as to how it feels to be on the receiving end of words that make you feel like that. Like, plain, boring and regular. Like you're someone who isn't worth taking a double look. Like you're just an ordinary nobody. Like you will only ever amount to being a side character. 

You know very well how it feels. How wonderfully it crushes your soul. Which is why it hurts you to think that someone else could be subjected to feeling that way. The thought that their smile could be wiped off from their face in the blink of an eye, just like that, makes you ache. You know how painful it is and your heart clenches at the thought of someone else having to go through that level of heartbreak. 

"Well, isn't that a little too harsh of a judgement, when you haven't even seen them for yourself?" This is probably the most confident you have ever sounded while speaking to Jungkook.

"I won't call it harsh, it's just how it is."

"Do you really go on commenting on how people look without considering how they might feel?" You're confused and angry at how he can be so careless with his words.

Jungkook is caught off guard by your tone, only noticing now that you do not appear like your usual calm and shy self. He doesn't quite understand why you're suddenly like this. "It's not like they are here in the room."

How considerate of him. "Firstly, that doesn't make it okay," your words are firm and spoken with intent. "Secondly, I doubt you'd stutter with your words even if they were here in the room."

It's when your words are met with absolute silence that you take in your surroundings and notice how uncomfortable the air feels. But you're angry. 

Angry enough to not back down on your words, angry enough to not feel guilty about having an outburst and angry enough to leave the room. 

You don't hurry on your way out. Your heels click against the floor as you walk and pick up your bag. You look composed from the outside but only you know how your insides are burning with wrath. And when you leave, you don't run away from the tense atmosphere, you walk out of the room. 

After your departure, Jungkook doesn't let the silence linger for too long. He has to get things done and there's nothing more important to him than securing first place in the competition. 

He coordinates things smoothly as if you  didn't just leave the room moments ago. He doesn't seem bothered at all by the little disagreement the both of you had.  

It's only when it's him and Jimin in the room, that the little event is first mentioned.

"So what are you going to do about Y/N?" Jimin asks, genuinely curious as to how things fold out. 

"I don't know," Jungkook muses in a relaxed tone. "Maybe I'll go talk to her or something." 

"Are you planning on apologising?" Jimin's brows shoot up at the thought. Don't get him wrong, Jungkook can apolgise. It's not like he's physically incapable of doing so. In fact he does apolgise when he believes he's in the wrong. But that's the thing, it's very hard for Jungkook's stance to change when he thinks he's in the right. 

"What's there to apologise for?" Jungkook is genuinely confused as to why Jimin would think there's a need for an apology. It's not like he did anything wrong. 

Honestly, Jungkook would have preferred to let you be and let you take your time until you decide to talk to him. But again, it's something that involves the competition. He cannot wait for you to let go of the residual emotions of whatever reaction you had earlier. He knows it's best for him to put aside his ego and go talk to you. 

If he wants to win the competition, he needs all his team members to work together. Which involves you.  

You're sketching a tree. 

You were not really fond of the idea of going to the canteen as you're still quite cautious of the looks people may be giving you. To add to that was your lack of hunger, which ultimately made you decide that this is what you'd be doing for lunch. 

You're not quite sure if you'd be able to finish it in the forty minutes lunch time your university provides. It's not impossible to complete it but you doubt you'd be able to capture the details as well as you'd like to, if you were to rush. So you take your time. What's the rush anyway? You attend college almost everyday and the tree isn't going to grow limbs and change location. 

You're not an expert with trees and do not have a single clue whatsoever about how long this tree has been here. But somehow the tree appears to be young. You have nothing to support this weird assumption of yours. For all you know, the tree might be extremely old or old in human years and young in tree years, you don't know. But to you, it appears to be young. 

It has that spirit of someone young whose branches are aiming for something higher and higher. It doesn't quite seem shaken up by the storms and scorching heat, life inevitably must have put on its way. Each branch is filled with leaves and for every dying leaf, there's three new nodes sprouting. The little birds that have found their homes in the branches, bring more life to it, with their chirps and constant movements. 

You only hope it has strong roots. 

"Sketching that tree?" 

Your pencil stops and you lift your eyes up to look at the source of the words. Jungkook. 

"Yes," you nod and resume your sketching, not looking up even when he takes a seat next to you. 

"It's rather odd to sketch a tree," he comments. 

"Why? Too plain and simple for you?" The words leave your mouth as soon as they come to your mind. And boy do you feel an odd sense of satisfaction at having said that.

Jungkook chuckles loudly and his whole body shakes with movement. You do not bother to ask him as to what he finds so amusing in your words. 

"So tomorrow, I was planning to take your and Taehyung's measurements. Hope you'll be there?" Jungkook queries with a hint of a smile still playing on his lips, a residue of his chuckles.

You hum absent-mindedly, not in the mood of thinking things through before you give him an answer. 

Jungkook is relieved to know that there won't be any hindrance, when he hears your response. However, he's soon faced with a dilemma as to whether he should leave or stay. It's quite obvious that you aren't interested in having a conversation with him. But he wonders if you'll take offence to him leaving just like that. Wouldn't it make it look like he was only here to make sure that you're still willing to model for him? It might be true but well, he doesn't need to make it obvious. 

Jungkook isn't someone who overthinks. Come to think of it, overthinking might just be the wrong word. Jungkook doesn't think twice before doing things. He likes being that way. He likes doing what he feels without giving much of a thought as to what it could mean or what it could lead to. 

But here you are making him think twice before making a move. It makes Jungkook think that it's only fair that he gets to ask you the question he's been curious about since morning. After all, he's never seen someone react the way you did over comments made about someone else.

"What exactly had you so riled up?" 

Your hands stop and you look at Jungkook with eyes filled with surprise. Is he really asking you that? 

Your surprise only magnifies when you realise Jungkook genuinely doesn't have a clue as to what could have possibly made you react that way. 

Wow.

"Do you really not see anything wrong with what you said?" 

Jungkook doesn't need to answer you with words because the way he looks at you with confusion is enough of an answer. 

"It's not okay to say things like that, Jungkook," to both of your surprise your words are spoken softly, without any trace of anger. "Words are powerful, they hurt people."

"You mean, saying things like they aren't good enough to be models?" He prods for further clarification. 

"Words that do not take into consideration the impact it may have on people." You correct him, resuming your sketching. 

"It's not like they will ever know that I said that about them, though."

You have half a mind to say that he's definitely not someone who hesitates to give his opinions irrespective of whether the person he's commenting on, is or isn't in the room. You know because you have experienced it yourself. 

"That doesn't make it right, it's the fact that you think that way," you breathe, choosing not to speak what's on your mind. It's true that you had made that point earlier but then things were heated. Now, if you repeat the point again, you doubt you'd be able to provide him with a proper answer if he were to ask how you're so sure of your words. 

Jungkook is amused with your words, for he thinks they are absurd. "So are you saying I cannot think my own thoughts now?" 

You shake your head softly, understanding he's not getting what you're trying to say. It makes you take a pause and you try taking a different approach.

"What even makes you think that they can't be good models?" 

"Well it's the truth, had it not been me, someone else would have said it sooner or later," he shrugs. 

"Have you seen them walk?" You question without missing a beat, with a challenging lift of your brow.

"No I haven't but that doesn't mean–"

"So you're judging their capabilities solely on the basis of how they look?" 

"Listen," he finds it absolutely ridiculous, because it's like you are turning a blind eye to something that's just so obvious. Modelling does require people to look a certain way. "If they want to pursue modelling as a career, sooner or later they will face such comments."

"That's the thing! And it shouldn't be that way!" You exclaim, your voice turning slightly high pitched. "No one should ever have to feel like they cannot do what they want or cannot achieve what they want to because of the way they are."

"There's never been a rulebook for what a person can and cannot do. But you know who comes up with these rules?" 

"People like you."

Woah. Woah. Woah. That's a heavy accusation. 

"I didn't do shit," he scoffs, surprised at how you seem so passionate about your words. "It's only how life works. You have got to be logical and swallow the harsh truths of life."

"And who decides what's the truth?" Your voice is back to normal again, for you find yourself questioning him once more in hopes that he'd realise how superficial he sounds. 

"Some truths don't need to be said, they are just facts on which the world runs," Jungkook answers, making his point.

However you counter him immediately. "They are not truths Jungkook, they are simply beliefs. Beliefs which do not have a proper ground because they originate from mere ideas."

Jungkook comes to the realisation that there's probably no point in arguing with you as to why he said what he said because you apparently have an entirely different perspective of seeing things. That's not to say he doesn't find your views interesting. 

However, your words only make him more curious.

"Why are you so affected by it when it doesn't involve you?" 

Jungkook has noticed how you speak the words as if it's you who's been hurt and as if it's you at whom his words were directed at. 

"I-I am not affected by it," your words come out unsure as you are momentarily caught off guard by his question. To add to that, you are not quite sure what is a good answer to that, you just feel the way you feel. 

"You are though," he states, quirking a brow. 

One thing about Jungkook, it's very easy to read him. You think the reason behind that is how Jungkook is always so sure of himself. He probably doesn't ever feel the need to hide the way he's feeling or say things that don't match with his inner thoughts. He is always so confident. You are yet to see emotions like nervousness, doubt, shyness on him. Now that you think of it, you find it very difficult to imagine Jungkook being any of those things. 

But thanks to his easily readable expressions and body language, you can tell Jungkook is curious. Curious enough that you know he won't settle for a vague answer. 

"I don't know why I'm affected by it," you claim, knowing those words are not entirely true. "I just don't like the thought of someone getting hurt or feeling like they aren't good enough. That's a very painful feeling."

You are aware that telling Jungkook that you know how hurtful his words were because you know the feeling very well, isn't a good idea. He won't understand. Plus, you're not really willing to have that level of vulnerability with him.

Jungkook is confused. To him it doesn't make sense. You got so agitated, that you didn't hesitate to leave the room, all because you didn't like the way someone else could feel on hearing those words?

Confusing, indeed. 

Despite feeling like it, he chooses not to ask you any further questions. He has come to the conclusion that you're someone who's quite difficult to understand, at least for him. You're an emotional person, that much is obvious but then the depth of your emotions are seemingly so deep that he can't quite get to the bottom of it. 

He nods at your words and with that silence falls over the both of you. 

However, the silence only urges you to break it. You don't know if you'll ever get comfortable enough around Jungkook but you know you aren't yet. And you're not really sure you'd like to hang around long enough for that to be achieved.

"If you're getting the measurements tomorrow, how long until your designs come to life?" 

Jungkook doesn't expect you to start a conversation but he's more than glad to be talking about his designs and the competition. "I'll have to go to the market to get the raw materials. After that it will probably take a month to get all six of them done."

"So you'd still have three weeks in hand?" 

"Yes," he affirms. 

"Are you excited for it?" 

"You bet I am," a certain twinkle enters his eyes and you assume it's excitement. "My mom will be in attendance and all I want is to win that day."

"Are you a mama's boy?" You tease. 

"Maybe I am," he admits, with a curl of his lips and you're admittedly surprised because you didn't think Jungkook to be the type of person who'd openly accept to being mama's boy. "But I'm looking forward to the day because I'll be seeing her for the first time in twelve years."

"Twelve years?!" 

He nods. "Yeah, she got remarried and moved to the states when I was eight." 

You have so many questions. 

You want to ask, if his parents got divorced? You want to ask why, even if his mom got remarried, did he not get to be in her presence the way a child needs to be? It's understandable that she's in the states but not seeing her in twelve years? You want to ask if he has at least been in contact with her, throughout the years to make up for the void he might have felt without his mother.

But you're not as confident as Jungkook.

You don't want to ask or say anything that could make him uncomfortable or that could make him recall things that he doesn't want to. But most importantly, you're aware that these questions are extremely personal and no way are you and Jungkook anywhere near close enough for you to ask him these questions.

"I am pretty sure she would be happy and proud regardless of whether you win or not," you say with a small smile. "You'd be the best to her, anyway." 

Jungkook is caught slightly off guard by your words. However, he finds himself smiling involuntarily and a certain feeling of warmth makes its way to his heart at the thought of his mother being proud of him. 

He really cannot wait for the day. 

Anger. 

It's a rather powerful emotion. One which makes you temporarily blind to everything else. It can have your mind narrowly focused at getting your point across. It's an emotion that replaces the blood in your veins with fire. It can also make you forget about everything else temporarily.

And that's pretty much what had occured. 

In the midst of the anger you had temporarily forgotten that you know shit about modelling. The relief that you had felt at the thought of discontinuing being a part of Jungkook's team, is now replaced with twice the amount of worry. 

All it took was a night's sleep for you to come back to your senses. With the anger being washed away from your veins, reality came crashing down. But now you carried an additional weight as you were also aware that this competition meant a lot to Jungkook as his mother will be in attendance. 

If all of that wasn't enough, there was that dream again. The one where you're a little kid getting laughed by other kids your age and where there suddenly appears this tall, hooded figure whose face just always remains hidden. And the way you crawl in pain everytime it starts laughing, the way it makes you numb is exhausting. Just like last time, this time too you woke up breathless and just couldn't go back to sleep after that. 

You're anxious and sleep deprived. 

The best you could think of was to still go forth with your plan and just leave. But then you were reminded things weren't as simple anymore. You leaving also means deduction of points, which would ultimately mean Jungkook starting off with negative marks. For obvious reasons, it serves as a major reason why you haven't left the team yet. 

But if you don't remove the ring and just decide to stay, would you be even able to do justice to Jungkook's designs? Had it not been for the ring, the model wouldn't have been you. It would probably be Tina, someone who's of Jungkook's choice. If you were to represent Jungkook's design, wouldn't it be morally wrong on so many levels? 

There was also a teeny-tiny part of you that just wanted to go for it and give it your best, just so that you could prove your point from yesterday. You found yourself thinking what it would be like if you were to actually do a fantastic job at modelling and get rounds of applause for your performance. 

However, the fear of failing and lack of confidence quickly shut down those thoughts. Chances of you doing it are next to null. 

But all of that makes it only more and more confusing to you. Do you quit now, knowing it would lead to the deduction of marks and do what's morally right? Or do you stick with it to avoid negative marks for Jungkook? 

Nothing is ever simple for you, for the love of god. 

"Y/N?"

Your steps momentarily halt when you hear someone calling your name. Turning towards the person who's called for you, you're surprised that it's Taehyung. 

"Heading towards your class?" He asks, quickly catching up with you. 

You nod at him, feeling a little nervous because you've never really chatted with him outside properly. "You?"

"Same," he replies, with the boxy smile that always seems to be on his lips. "Didn't know you too had a class this early." 

"Yeah, I have early classes most days."

"Well, don't they suck?" 

"They absolutely do," a small chuckle escapes you.

A brief moment of silence falls on the both of you, which gives Taehyung the time to choose his next words carefully. 

"By the way, you're coming today for the measurements right?" 

Hesitation plays on your face as you are yet to come to a decision if going forth with the modelling would be the right choice. However, it's not like you can respond to him saying that you won't be there for the measurements. That'd probably lead to a whole lot of questions you're not sure how to answer. 

"I'd be there."

Taehyung is glad that's the case. He didn't think that things from yesterday were serious enough for you to quit. But at the same time, he wasn't quite sure you'd be willing to take part in today's activities. 

Truth be told, you left quite an impression on him last day. It was rather satisfying to watch someone give their piece of mind to Jungkook, even if it was for a brief moment. 

An obvious question that could pop up is, why then, if he's someone who thinks this way, did he not object when Jungkook was making those comments?

The answer to that lies in the fact that he's known Jungkook much longer than you. They might not be all buddy-buddy like Jimin and Jungkook are but he still knows Jungkook well enough to know that talking to him about certain matters is fruitless and perhaps a waste of time and energy. 

"That's cool," he comments, with an excited grin. "I really look forward to going down the runway with you."

The image of Taehyung walking in all his glory while you stick out like a sore thumb, flashes in your mind. "I'm not quite sure how that'd turn out to be." 

"Why would you say that?" He frowns in mild confusion, not missing out on your nervous smile. 

"I've never done modelling before, I'm not sure I'd be any good at it," shrugging lightly, you let the words out without much of a thought. 

Any other day, you'd probably have said something else as you really do not like telling your insecurities to people. Especially the ones you're so entirely sure of. It feels the equivalent of asking them to console you. It feels very attention seeking. However, your mind is already riddled with questions and you simply do not have the energy to overthink as to what other response you could have given.  

"The key thing about modelling is confidence," he claimed, with his shoulders lifting to emphasise his point. "While walking on the runway, for those thirty seconds or so, you better believe you're a goddess."

All the more reasons for you to think you'll be shit at it. "Oh I'll definitely not be able to do that."

Taehyung frowns deeper at the way you laugh, apparently, at yourself. "Why not?"

"Because I'm shit at modelling." Your words have the same energy as someone saying duh, like it's the most obvious thing.

He shakes his head. "You think that way only because you aren't confident enough."

"I'm not confident enough because I know I'm not good at it," you laugh, kind of enjoying the conversation now that it has taken a playful turn.

Taehyung also has a silly smile on his face. "Nah, nah, nah, it doesn't work that way."

You roll your eyes jokingly and snicker, "I'm sure it'd be quite a sight if I were to walk like a goose with the confidence of a goddess."

"Come to think of it, gooses would make good models," he hums, imagining the scenario. 

"They'd sure garner a whole lot of audience," you comment, now the scene playing out in your head too and dare you say it's stress relieving.  

Taehyung laughs and it causes the soft curls of his hair to bounce. His laugh is loud and free, you notice. He laughs without a care in the world and honestly, it's as much of a sweet sound as it is infectious. 

"I was nervous too before my first modelling gig," he adds, a warm and light smile playing on his lips now that his laughter has died down. "But sometimes you just got to ignore that voice and put yourself out there."

"And believe me, you can do an exceptional job at it if you allow yourself to."

You had protests on your lips but they die when you realise how sincere and genuine Taehyung looks. It leaves you speechless.

"Ah, that's my building," he announces before you can fully grasp his previous words. "See you in like three hours?"

You nod wordlessly and before you know it, he's bidding you goodbye with another warm smile. 

The words he leaves you with swirl in your mind as you're taken over by a sense of disbelief. 

You're not used to believing people's words when they show faith in you. Taehyung, however, seemed so natural with his words as if they were so easy to be said. It didn't feel like he said them because that's what he thought he was supposed to say. 

You're in disbelief because a part of you believes he meant what he said. 

You can do an exceptional job at it if you allow yourself.

His words ring in your head and you feel this wave of courage wash over you.

Taehyung thinks you can do it. He didn't lie to you for the sake of it. Maybe you actually can do it. But then again, you'll never know if you don't give it your all.

The thought causes a shiver of nervousness to run down your spine. You were not expecting to have this sudden change of thinking when Taehyung called for your name. But now that the words have had a significant amount of effect on you, you cannot seem to be able to push down the thought of just going for it. 

Even if you were to go for the other option of quitting, it would ultimately be affecting Jungkook. It would admittedly be wrong to keep him in the dark and model for his designs, unless, you do them justice. 

You're not quite sure what kind of affect the ring has on Jungkook. But you're almost entirely confident in saying that he does not view you as the girl of his dreams or isn't irrevocably in love with you. Because from the times you have spent time with him, you have never once felt that way. 

It was only after yesterday that you felt like you could be sure of your assumptions. It was the moment when the first thing Jungkook asked after your little disagreement was whether you'd be there for the measurements. He was quite clearly concerned only about the competition. You had somehow managed to ignore the voice in your head about the waitress thing, but this, you could not.

The realisation, however, wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relieving to know that he isn't in love with you. Maybe the ring has made Jungkook feel attracted to you, but that's pretty much the extent of it. 

If, by some chance, Jungkook does happen to be in love with you, you think you might just have chosen the wrong guy to make you feel loved. Not that you ever plan to try the ring on any one else, though. You have learnt your lesson in the form of extensive overthinking that has drained you both physically and emotionally. 

Nevertheless, you're also sure that there's no spark between you and him. What you felt that day was simply physical attraction and what propelled you to be hurt so deeply is most likely his words which made you feel so lowly about yourself. 

You know that going forth with the modelling might mean Jungkook still finding you attractive to some extent but you'll make sure nothing ever romantically takes place between the two of you. 

You had made a crazy whimsical decision based on your emotions and you don't think it's fair if Jungkook were to suffer because of it. It's not like you're over the emotions that Jungkook had triggered within you with his words but you have gotten used to the constant nagging of that insecure voice. Now, you can ignore it enough to think. 

You still feel pathetic but at least now you have gotten used to it and have made peace with the fact that maybe you indeed are pathetic and that there's no changing that. 

However, somehow, Taehyung's words have seemingly given you enough confidence to put yourself out there. Another important lesson you have learnt in the past week or so, is that, it's for the best to just make a choice and to stick with it. The questions of 'what-if's are simply never ending.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath and decide to face the consequences that you have been avoiding and have been incredibly unsure of so far. 

You're going to model for Jungkook.

Fun fact: when someone finds themselves unable to make a decision it can often be a sign that they don't trust themselves enough :)

Also, I'm gonna upload a sexy enemies to lovers au featuring Jungkook in one of those bikes (you know exactly what kind 🥰) on my patreon this Monday. If you want to read it before anyone else you know where to find me 😌

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BREWING ROMANCE Glowing Stars

THIS IS NOT CANON Since i know i havent worked on BR for a while since im focus on the splits into three i thought i write something to feed you all for now thanks to @lizaluvsthis art of our boys that inspired this! SMG3 and SMG4 design for the AU by Liz!

Summary:SMG3 needs some help testing new paint and who better to help him then his cafe boyfriend SMG4

Tags: fluff, comedy, just two idiots in love, establish relationship, glow in the dark paint, two gays being cute

SMG4 hums as he walks into the cafe, it was exciting coming to work these days. Who would have thought dating his ex rival would make such a huge impact on his mood, he lets out a soft smile as he looks at the night sky before turning around. He pauses, staring at his boyfriend who was glaring at the walls “Stare at that wall anymore and im going to start thinking you rather date the wall,” he giggles as Three turns around startled by the man.  He rolls his eyes as he approaches his partner, gives him a peck on the cheek then smirks at him “You're an idiot, to think i'm stuck with you.” 

Four blushes looking away from his partner, he swears he has gotten too weak to that smirk of his.  “So what's the deal with the glares?” Three walks to the back room and takes out two cans of paint “I was planning on adding new art to the wall, was thinking of testing this new glow in the dark paint!” he flashes a huge smile at Four making the man feel close to passing out from how charming it was. SMG4 takes a deep breath to relax himself “Will the paint dry in time for when we open?”

He nods as he pops the cans open “Please you think I would do something like this and not have a plan?” Once he is done opening the cans he hands a brush to Four. Slowly he takes the brush and watches as Three removes his hat placing it on a table nearby. He then ties his hair into a bun and starts drawing stars on the wall, Four then removes his hat and follows what Three is doing. After a while of painting he turns his head and smiles lovingly at Three, the man had such a relaxed expression on his face as he paints that Four couldn't help sneak up to the man and plant a kiss on his cheek.  Three pauses before turning to face his boyfriend, Four was expecting the man to get flustered over what happened. Instead his blushing partner used his free arm to wrap around Four’s waist bringing him close “Oh uh heh i couldn't help it you looked so relaxed when painting!” it wasn't fair why he was the one getting flustered at the interaction. Three smirks “Idiot, i knew you found me attractive when i draw, after all i have caught you staring before.” 

With that he leans in kissing Four. With a hum Four drops the paintbrush to wrap his arms around his partner's neck, he remembers the time he would daydream about moments like this now here he is on cloud nine kissing the man he loves the most. Three pulls away, his face beat red “That was pretty gay of us, now shall we finish the wall?” Four giggles and nods as they return painting the walls. Once done SMG4 sits on the counter watching his boyfriend clean up the cans, then he releases his hair making Four blush. If anyone asks him what his number one weakness is he would never admit it's his boyfriend with his hair loose. Three smirks as he walks over to the light switch “Alright, ready to see our glow in the dark art?” four gives a thumbs up as Three hit the switch.  The stars they drew on the wall started to glow alongside bits of the pairs uniform, Three giggled as he got close to Four “See told you glow in the dark art is awesome, to think you complained about them being for kids haha!” Four rolls his eyes at the teasing. His partner wasn't wrong about the paint, it made the cafe have a different feel. His eyes then rested on his boyfriend who was glowing with joy at what they did, slowly he scoots closer to him  catching Three’s attention. With a smirk he scoops Four off the counter making the man squeak “While the stars we painted look amazing, i think the best art is the one in my arms right now~”

SMG4's face goes bright red, he hated how Three could get him to be a flustered mess. It should have been the other way around, He thinks, trying to catch his boyfriend off guard. Seeing how Three was carrying him bridle style he wraps his arms around the man's neck leaning close to his face “You're not so bad yourself handsome~” then kisses him.  Three blushes and returns the kiss excitedly, distracted by their love bubble they don't notice Mario was coming over for a late night visit to get some spaghetti. Seeing the pair kiss he chuckles taking a picture of the pair kissing surrounded by glow in the dark stars “Ah the gays so happy they finally got together!” He then posts the photo online and runs off before they notice what he did.

[allfandoms-writings]

― 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 (𝟏𝟖+)

summary: when Y/N comes home from work filled with anxiety and heavily upset, Hanma starts going to work with her to see what’s been going on.

warnings: PwP, Semi-Public, cafe!AU

author’s note: Heehee Hanma being my manager makes my brain mushy. 

pairing: cafe manager!Hanma x reader (⨍)

This isn't what she thought was going to happen when she was going to start working with Hanma. He's usually on his best behavior while out at work. He's never done this while she's in his store. So why was he doing this at her job? 

Was it because he's her manager? 

She shouldn't be in the back storage alone with him. She's supposed to be cleaning the patio tables. 

So why is it that now she's pressed up against the wall of the storage room with two of his fingers in her mouth and his mouth latched to her cunt? 

Her chest heaves with hooded eyes, and her tongue wriggles and wraps around his sinful fingers. The metallic yet sweet taste left on them makes her head dizzy mixed with the flick of his tongue. She restrains herself from moaning and making any noise, but it's becoming harder when he looks up at her. 

She sucks in a sharp breath, her hips bucking and her free hand shoving him more into her. The muffled moan he releases has her biting down on his fingers. She's so close. She hates how having him eat her out while at work turns her on like no other.

“Shuji~” She pants against his fingers, her fingers curling in his hair. 

He smirks against her folds, “You’re such a slut for being this wet,” He mutters up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. Licking a stripe up her slit, “Maybe I should call Kensei over to watch, seeing how much of a mess you are right now while at work.” 

She tries to shake her head but his hand holds her face firmly in place. “No!” 

She tries to snap back at him, but when he sucks at her clit her brain melts and bites on his fingers to muffle her moans. She hates yet loves how insatiable Hanma is when it comes to his sex drive, but at work terrifies her. She doesn’t want to get fired from this job because of him again. But she couldn’t deny that the thrill of getting caught excites her as much as it does him. 

Just before she could cum on his tongue, he deprives her of her orgasm. He stands back up, removing his saliva-soaked fingers from her mouth and replacing them with his tongue. She moans against his mouth, her arms circling his neck to tug him down closer to her. The manner his tongue wraps around hers has her back arching off the wooden wall, wanting to grind her hips on his thigh but her jeans prevent her from doing so. 

Sin travels down her body, slipping between her legs to glide against her slick folds. She bucks her hips into his palm, her whines being swallowed by him and her hands tugging at the neckline of his shirt. Two of his fingers slide inside her with ease, but the slight burn has her lean more into him. 

“Quit fuckin’ movin’, Baby,” He utters against her lips with Punishment moving to her hips and holding her still. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy in a moment.” 

“Hurry,” She breathes against his lips, her eyes gazing back at his with want and need. “Want your cock now. Need it, please, Shuji.” 

“Fuck,” He sucks in a breath as her hands move to start undoing his jeans, tugging them down slightly to pull out his hard and leaking cock. He breathily laughs, “So fucking needy~♡” 

He pulls his fingers out of her, eliciting a soft moan from her. She tugs down her jeans to her knees for him. Spitting into his hand, he gives himself a few pumps as she juts out her hips and tries to part her legs as far as her jeans would allow her. 

Normally, he’d have her turned around and bent over, but then her mons would be bouncing off the thin wooden wall. 

Before he could angle himself at the awkward angle to fuck her while they’re both standing up, he bends down a bit and hooks his arms at the back of her knees. 

“Jump.” 

She does as she’s told, her arms wrapping around his neck as he hoists her up and pins her to the wall again. He holds her up and slides her onto his cock. She drops her head onto his shoulder and sucks in a sharp breath at the stretch, her nails scratching him through his shirt. 

With her thighs in his hands, he can hold her up effortlessly as he pounds his thick cock into her. Both of their moans are suppressed into pants and heavy breathing to keep themselves from getting caught completely. 

Hanma wanted to chastise her for how tight and wet she’d become since he pulled her into the back storage with him, but he knew he’d be loud. He knows that [Y/N] is trying hard to keep her moans to mere whimpers and whispers of his name falling past her lips. 

Her walls grip him like a vice as if to try to milk him for all that he’s worth. Her jerks his hips upwards to make his slightly curved cock hit against that spot that has her crying out his name. Nearly yelping out his name, she is quick to cover her mouth before it slips. 

“Shit, you’re really likin’ this, aren’t ya?” He teases against her ear, bouncing her on his cock. Her grip on him tightens with each rough thrust, “Bein’ fucked at work like a good little slut~ I bet no one knows how much of a cum whore you are— Jus’ for me~” 

He hasn’t even been inside her for no more than a minute and her brain is already turning into mush. There’s no way she’s going to be able to stand and walk perfectly after this. Her hips are starting to sting from the burn of being bent in half into a standing mating press, her arms growing tired from trying to cling onto him and not slam back against the wall. 

“Close~” She squeaks out, lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Feels so-so good, Shuji~” 

“I-I know, Baby,” He sucks in a breath and kisses her deeply, “Me too…” 

She returns his kiss, letting her right arm hold herself upright on him and take the weight as her left hand cards through his hair. She couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, giving him a chance to have his tongue wrap around hers once more and suck on the muscle. 

Just by the quickened pace and sloppier thrusts, he was getting closer but was determined to have her cum first. He slams her against his hips harder and faster, making her hold onto him as if he were some kind of angry bull. But then in one harsh thrust, they both cum at the same time. His fingers grip her ass hard enough that bruises are sure to appear sometime soon. She ruts her hips against his to drag out her orgasm and moans into his mouth. 

Hanma gives [Y/N] a few moments after she stills before pulling out of her, his eyes catching sight of how his cum leaks out of her and drops to the cement floor. She lays limp against his shoulder, breathing heavily and her eyes closed, trying to regain her mind again. 

“I forgot to ask,” Hanma’s voice rings in her ears and she opens her eyes to look up at him. “Did you want me to cum in your mouth or elsewhere?” 

She lifts herself off his shoulder to look down between them. His cock was now softening and the sight of her messy cunt leaked out his cum. She sighs and drops her head back onto his shoulder. 

“I forgot to take my birth control yesterday and today,” She mutters against his neck before uttering a soft ‘fuck’. “When we clock out, just stop by the store to get Plan B.” 

He turns his head and softly kisses her cheek, “Maybe I should start carrying condoms in my wallet like the good old days~” He chuckles against her skin, making her smile. 

“Or just not fuck me until we get home.” She giggles softly, kissing his neck. 

“No can do.” He retorts and turns around with her before gently setting her down on top of a couple of boxes. He looked around the stock, finding an opened box with some of the bathroom’s paper towel rolls. “Can’t help myself, Princess.” 

[Y/N] holds up her legs to prevent herself from touching the dirty box with her intimate parts. “You better come up with an excuse for why we were gone for a while.” She counters and watches him take out a roll to rip off some of it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He rolls his eyes as he starts to clean her up. He starts to giggle at how funny this might look to someone. Giving him the mental image of wiping a baby’s ass for shit instead of his girlfriend with both their cum leaking out of her.

After he cleans her up, Hanma helps [Y/N] to her feet and pulls up her jeans for her. He continues to giggle as he tucks her shirt into her jeans for her, making her confused as to why the hell he’d be laughing. He got his pussy fix and potentially humiliated her at work for fucking in the back storage room. He didn’t have the right to be laughing at her. She has the power to snitch that he fucked her in the back. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” [Y/N] finally asks as she picks up the box of paper towels to bring them inside. 

“Nothing~” Hanma hums out with amusement in his voice, moving some boxes around to find the one he originally was looking for. “Jus’ you look like a baby.” 

She scrunches her face and turns to look at him in confusion. “Baby, what the fuck?” 

He turns to make a fist, bringing his other hand to his fist, sticking up two fingers, and wiggling them. 

It took her a few moments to figure out what he was referring to with her eyes squinted at him. But then it hits her. By now her legs were bound by her jeans at the knees and held up her legs while he cleaned her up, she could now see what he was giggling about. She scowls. 

“I fucking hate you.”

He laughs as she walks out of the storage room, nearly falling back onto the boxes that held the extra cups. 

[animeniacss]

GyuHao One-Shot - I Have Another One (One-shot)

Synopsis: Minghao is stuck listening to the random pick-up lines of bored Mingyu as the last one in the cafe. However, despite his best efforts, he can't help but find them adorable.

Genre: Coffee!Shop AU, Barista!Gyu, Tsundere!Hao, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Flirting, Implied Relationship

Length: approx. 3.3k words

GyuHao - I Have Another One

         “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

         Finally, eyes peeled up from their computer, hands stopping mid-sentence. Fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to continue typing as soon as this…situation was handled. Minghao watched as the broad-shouldered man walked past him, tossing a damp rag over his shoulder. When the male turned to meet Minghao’s gaze, his smile poked out more at the corners.

         It was 8:15. Mingyu had been spewing ridiculous nonsense like this for the past 15 minutes; since the last customer left with her take-out order.

         “…What?” Minghao asked. Minghao’s eyes studied the man as he leaned forward, not bothering to answer his question. He only grabbed his rag, pressing it against the table and beginning to rub it down. Minghao’s eyes fluttered back down to his computer, fingers resuming their typing as he tried to let yet another comment pass by.

         The café was close to closing at this point, but Minghao had no intention of leaving. Not because he enjoyed being the sole victim to Kim Mingyu’s antics, but because he had a photography project due early the next morning. Hoping the only sound that would fill the room now was the ticking of the wall clock or clicking of the keypad, Minghao continued typing away, his finger grazing the mouse pad to drag a photo onto his presentation. A hum, eyes darting from either side of the screen to make sure that the slide looked exactly the way he wanted it to. A finger raised from the mouse pad, pressing against his lips as he continued to study it. He couldn’t move on until he knew it was perfect.

         The sound of Mingyu’s feet moving to the next table wasn’t enough to regain Minghao’s attention. That is until he chose to speak again.

         “Want to hear another one?” Minghao’s eyes shot up over his computer screen once more, catching an amused grin as it danced on Mingyu’s face. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you?”

         “Uh…no.” Mingyu’s groan wasn’t enough to convince Minghao as his eyes once again returned to his work. “I’m working.”

        A dissatisfied groan did nothing to change Minghao’s mind. “Haaaooo.”

         Minghao’s expression tightened in annoyance as he continued typing away, shaking his head. Kim Mingyu was not only the local barista but a familiar face on their shared college campus. While they didn’t have any classes together, or run in the same social circles, Minghao always noticed him. How could you not? Large, broad, always smiling to whoever passed him by, Minghao included. The only times they got to talk were small moments in between customers, a very surface-level conversation at best. 

What had Mingyu so bold today? As he typed on, the clicking of the keys hoping to overtake his curiosity, he heard Mingyu return behind the counter. It seemed Mingyu was not done, however, oh no, and he immediately piped up once again.

         “I hope you know CPR because you took my breath away!”

         Minghao groaned, hands covering his face as he heard Mingyu erupt into a laugh. “Mingyu.” He mumbled. “Please.”

         “What? You don’t like them?”

         Minghao’s fingers spread just far enough to expose his eyes, which shot daggers at the broad man behind the counter. Those daggers did nothing to damper Mingyu’s amused grin.

         “Why do I still come here?” Minghao asked himself. With a shrug, Mingyu turned to start cleaning out the coffee machines with a rag. As Minghao’s hands were removed from his face, he leaned back in his chair. He had been doing this for the past ten minutes, lulling Minghao into a fake sense of security and tranquility to get some work done, only to destroy it with yet another cheesy pickup line. Horrifically cheesy pick-up lines. Each one was worse than the last, and Minghao hoped that soon he would run out of them.

         “Hao,” Mingyu said, not looking up from the machine he was cleaning. Minghao only hummed, fingers slowly returning to their keys to finish typing. “What are you working on, anyway?”

         Finally, a normal question. “I have to put together a portfolio of my work for the end of the term.” He said simply. He used one of his hands as a rest for his cheek, elbow perched on the table as he studied his next slide. He was mentally deciding what he wanted to put, how he wanted to lay it out to convey his exact thoughts. “I’m just about done.”

         “Ah,” Mingyu said. When he ended the conversation there, Minghao looked up for just a second. After a second, Mingyu added: “I’m working on an article for Philosophy. On the finer things in life.”

         When Minghao felt his eyebrow twitch, he chewed on his bottom lip long enough to suppress a string of obscene curse words. Should he just say them in Chinese? “…Yeah?” Minghao forced out, hoping desperately to keep this conversation about school work. Mingyu seemed to snort, still not fully turning to Minghao’s spot at his table as he spoke.

         “Yeah. Mind if I interview you?”

         Minghao groaned the fingers that pressed against his cheek reaching up to rub his temple. “Fuck, Mingyu…” The barista roared in a fit of amused belly laughs, finally turning to gauge Minghao’s expression.       

         “You had to admit, I got you on that one.”

         “You got me about to start researching other cafes in the area. That’s what you got me.” Mingyu only snickered, his laughter finally dying down as he walked towards one of the display shelves. Minghao watched Mingyu squat down, the glass refracting his well-defined features as he studied the leftover pastries. Minghao sighed, unable to contain the little amused smile on his face now that Mingyu wasn’t staring at him. He mumbled “Idiot” under his breath in Chinese, before his finger pressed the mouse pad, pulling his next photo onto the slide and beginning to adjust it to fit his vision. It was one of Minghao’s best friends and fellow Chinese student, Junhui, staring up at one of the campus buildings. The photo was altered into black and white, angled just the right way to make Jun look big and the building looks small. It was one of his favorites.

         With Mingyu preoccupied with the leftover snacks, seeming to even take one as a snack as he bagged the rest, Minghao was able to get another few slides of his project done. Relief bubbled in his chest at the thought of being almost done with this, almost done with his term. In his focused state, his fingers reached out, curling around the cup that had been sitting idly beside him. Raising it to his lips, he took a sip just long enough to discover he was out of coffee. “Mmm. Mingyu.” He called, and the taller male finally stood up. He motioned to his cup. “Did you clean the latte machine?”

         “No.” He said.

         “Can I get one more before you do?” He shook the empty cup to alert Mingyu’s attention. 

         “Sure.” He stepped from behind the counter, approaching Minghao to take his cup for a refill. “But only because I like you…a latte.” A familiar lopsided grin popped onto his face, and for the first time since this fiasco started, Minghao was speechless. He looked up at Mingyu, his hand gripping tightly onto the cup he had extended towards him. Mingyu snickered. “What do you think?”

         “I think you’re an idiot.” He said. However, that smile he once tried to hide finally poked out, his lips curling up at the corners just enough for the younger of the two to beam.

         “Haha, that one got you!”

         “No, it didn’t!” Minghao immediately dropped his smile into a perfect line, erasing any evidence it was there. He turned back to his work when Mingyu began laughing.

         “You’re smiling,” Mingyu said.

         “It was a pity smile.” Minghao scoffed. “You’re acting ridiculous.”

         “Yeah. Sure.” Mingyu laughed once again before heading back to the counter to prepare the final coffee of the night. Minghao, once aware that Mingyu was no longer looking in his direction, covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand. He could feel his cheeks burning against his palm, the feeling one experiences when they put their hand on something on the stove as it just begins to get hot. He could barely focus on his project, the mission a complete lost cause.

         Only because I like you a latte.

         What the hell has gotten into that guy? Minghao thought to himself, frantic and panicked eyes studying the broad shoulders only a few feet away. Did he wake up this morning bold?

         Mingyu turned back to face him, the steam of a freshly brewed latte causing sweat to form on his brow, forcing Minghao to look back down at his work. He had to pretend he was focused on it, in fear that Mingyu would notice his flustered expression. When Mingyu set the cup at Minghao’s side, he didn’t comment. Minghao felt relieved. Mingyu simply returned to his counter, ready to finish the final parts of cleaning.

         It was 8:45. The café closed in 15 minutes.

         Minghao debated if he should simply pack it up there and dart before things got worse for him. He had lost all of his focus for the night anyway, what was the point of staying? His eyes darted to Mingyu again, who had finally begun cleaning the latte machine. Oh, right. He grabbed his cup with the hand previously covering his flustered expression, pressing it to his lips as he let the burning sensation trickle down his throat and into his stomach. Relief came out of him in the form of an exhale as he set his hands down once again. He looked up at Mingyu one more time, only to feel that flustered sensation returning when he caught the barista staring back.

         “Hm?” A grin. Oh no. He was going to do it again. “Hey, Minghao-.”

         “Please, don’t,” he grumbled again, desperate to avoid this feeling any longer.

         “You’ll like this one.”

         “I doubt it. I-.”

         Mingyu didn’t let Minghao finish, and uttered a quick: “I must be in a museum. You are truly a work of art.” Mingyu pinched his fingers together, kissing the tips of them and shaking his wrist back and forth. Alright, Minghao had to laugh at that one. His head dipped down a bit, a small amused chuckle escaping his lips, which he immediately covered with a hand pressed against them. Too late. Mingyu’s grin only widened, the taste of sweet victory better than any coffee Mingyu could ever prepare.

  Minghao shook his head. “No, no. I stubbed my toe. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

         “But you laugh when you stub your toe?” Mingyu asked, a grin still prevalent on his face. “Come on..”

         “I’m serious.”

         “I have more of them,” Mingyu said. “Can I tell you?”

         “Why?”

         “Because I’m bored. Normally, Hansol is here with me but since he left early and it’s just me, I have nobody to talk to.”

         “And I must suffer?”  

         The next grin Mingyu served to Minghao was a bit more devilish, mischievous even, compared to his others, and it sent a shiver down Minghao’s spine. “You haven’t left yet.”

         Minghao sighed, looking down at his project one final time. He used the mouse pad to tug the photo a few different ways, contorting it into different shapes and sizes to find one that screamed to him. Mingyu seemed to take this as an invitation and began.

         “Life without you is like a broken pencil…pointless.”

         “I’m using a computer,” Minghao uttered. When Mingyu snorted, Minghao had to chew on the inside of his lip a bit.

         “Okay, fine. What about this?” Mingyu rested his elbows on the counter, which was freshly damp from a quick wipe down of crumbs and coffee stains. “It looks like I lost my phone number. Can I have yours instead?”

         “I heard that one in middle school.” Mingyu snorted again, and Minghao could only chew harder on the inside of his lip. He couldn’t smile again.

         “Are you a camera? Because whenever I look at you, I smile.” Mingyu cocked a hopeful eyebrow at that one. Minghao shook his head. Man, that was actually kind of cute. “Hm? Did that work?”

         “Work?” Minghao finally looked up, curious at Mingyu’s choice of wording. “What do you mean ‘work?’” For the first time all night, Mingyu was the one to get flustered, eyes wide and lips pursed together in a nervous pout as he scratched at the hairs tickling the back of his neck.

         “I-I don’t know.” He stammered. “I just…Uh.” Minghao was now the one to grow amused, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand once again. Was this all it took to shut the guy up for a few seconds?

         “Cat got your tongue, Mingyu?” he asked curiously. Mingyu pouted, standing up straight.

         “I meant if it made you flustered, that’s all.” He said. “That’s the point of a pick-up line.”

         “You’ve used about 20 on me,” Minghao said. “Are you trying to… hit on me?”

         The question immediately sent Mingyu squatting behind the glass display case, a flustered and devastated expression hidden behind a few cakes and muffins. Minghao snickered to himself, pressing one of his painted fingertips to his lips to contain his smile, making sure it didn’t get any wider. “How the tables have turned, Kim Mingyu.”

         Mingyu only poked his two eyes from behind the counter, not wanting to showcase his pout any more than Minghao had already seen. “You were flustered first.”

         “I was not!” Minghao gasped, mouth agape in shock. “You’ve been getting on my nerves since we were the only two in here.”

         Mingyu groaned. “I’ll stop then….”

         Minghao’s amused smile finally dropped slowly as he saw Mingyu stand fully upright, dusting off his little apron with the café logo on it. He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I didn’t say that…” he muttered. He was now met with a shocked Mingyu, eyeing him from the counter. Oh no. His cheeks were starting to fluster up again. “…What?”

         Mingyu blinked. “Heh.” He snickered, tongue gliding along the inside of his lower lip just enough to protrude it out just a bit. “I knew you liked them.”

         “I never said that.”

         His mood instantly bounced back, as if he wasn’t a devastated mess behind the counter just moments ago. “I have another one.”

         “Oh, Lord.” Minghao sank back in his seat, finally closing his laptop in defeat. That project would have to be done over the rest of the night.

         “No pen. No paper. Yet somehow, you still always ‘draw’ my attention.”

         9:00 p.m. struck right as Minghao’s eyebrow twitched for the last time. “Okay, I’m leaving.” Minghao finally rose from his seat. He took his laptop, sticking it back into his case.

         “Wh- aw, no,” Mingyu said behind yet another amused laugh. He hurried over to Minghao, who finished the rest of his drink in one single gulp and tossed the empty container into the trash. “I thought you’d like that one. Y’know, since you like to draw.”

         Minghao’s pace slowed as he reached the front door, turning back to a sheepish yet smiling Mingyu before him.  “I bet I was right. You picked pick-up lines for me. Not Hansol.” Minghao crossed his arms over his eyes, eyeing up the taller male as his cheeks bubbled up a nervous cherry pink.

         “Ah. What? No, I-.” There it was again, a flustered Mingyu. Minghao smirked a bit, shaking his head.

         “You’re unbelievable.” He mumbled. “I pity poor Hansol if he has to be the victim of this all day, every day. No wonder he took the day off.” Minghao’s sarcastic comment only earned a deeper frown from Mingyu, and it made him smile in amusement. “His loss. I guess.”

         “Hm?” Mingyu watched as Minghao finally opened the door, the little bell ringing through the store for the last time that night. “Ah. Minghao.” He called quickly.

         Minghao looked back over, blinking in curiosity. Mingyu shrugged. “I…some of them, might have been tailored to you. Some. Maybe only one, even. Some…” The way Mingyu kept repeating the same idea in different ways made Minghao snort a bit.

         “Oh?” he asked. “Pray tell, which ones?”

         “Oh jeez, I can’t remember. I just Googled ‘art pick-up lines’ when I was looking behind the display table.”

         Now, Minghao had to laugh a bit more, amusement completely at the forefront of his thoughts right now. “Oh my God.”

         “Come on,” Mingyu begged. “Don’t laugh.”

         Minghao took the next moment to hum to himself, processing the quotes, art-themed or not, that Mingyu had thrown his way since the two of them became the only ones inhabiting the café. His chuckle alerted Mingyu in his direction. “I liked the museum one.” He finally admitted. “That was cute.”

         “Yeah?” Mingyu asked. The compliment seemed to ease his flustered worries, and he smiled. “I have more. If you wait for me to close up, I can-.”

         “If you’re about to offer to chew my ear off, you can forget it.” Mingyu’s smile dropped. “But…you can walk with me to the bus station.”

         The smile returned, and Minghao smiled, closing the door behind him. He watched Mingyu head to the back of the store, tossing his apron over the counter. He ran a hand through his hair. “Jeez.”

         It only took a few minutes for him to finish closing up the café for the night, locking the door behind him, and sticking the key in his front pocket for safekeeping. Stretching his arms over his head, he looked at Minghao. “Ready?” he asked. Minghao nodded, and the duo began their stroll down the street.

         For a moment, neither of them talked, and Minghao wondered if it was because 75 percent of Mingyu’s dialogue that night was bad bar pick-up lines. However, he didn’t mind, fixing the strap of his computer bag as they walked in silence. He looked over at Mingyu, who kept his hands in his pockets, his muscles peeking from the openings of his short-sleeved white shirt.

         “Ah. Mingyu.” Minghao finally chose to break the silence. The taller one's eyes dipped down, and Minghao caught his gaze for the first time that night from such a close distance, dark brown eyes studying his own as he waited for Minghao to finish. He coughed in his hand for a second before continuing. “My history final needs me to research important dates in history.”

         The way Mingyu’s lips sucked into themselves, hiding his confusion, only made Minghao exhale a nervous breath. He looked back over to the underclassman, sticking one of his hands into his pocket. “Would you….like to be mine?”

         Silence.

         Minghao wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

         “Aw, Jesus.” Minghao covered his face with his still-exposed hand, shaking his head. “Forget I said anything. That was so stu-.”

         A deep belly laugh roared from his left, shocked eyes turning to Mingyu. He had stopped walking, doubling over with a hand clinging to his stomach as he laughed. “Wh-?” Minghao’s embarrassed expression only deepened as his cheeks turned red. “What is so funny?! It wasn’t nearly as bad as half of yours!”

         “That was…that was so good.” Mingyu choked between breaths. “Oh my God.”

         “Forget I said anything.” Minghao scoffed, picking up his pace as he began storming down the street. “Unbelievable.” The laughing died down quickly before footsteps rushed in his direction. He was met with a pat on the shoulder, looking over to see Mingyu matching his pace with ease.

         “Consider that one successful,” Mingyu said. “Where do you want to go on our date, Hao~?” 

“I wasn’t serious,” Minghao muttered under his breath, holding a pout on his face. Mingyu only laughed harder. 

“Well, I was. Oh! That made me remember another one I had thought up.” Mingyu piped up cheerily. As he began to utter yet another cheesy line, Minghao felt his pout replace with an amused smile, the duo walking down the street. The burning sensation in his stomach Minghao had felt with a latte only a little while ago was now replaced with a burning desire to stay here, despite his headache telling him otherwise.

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.” 

“Enough with the awful pick-up lines, for Christ's sake!”

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[niki-phoria]

Hello! I hope your well!

Could I request todoroki x with a Male or GN reader whose quirk is shapeshifting?

Perhaps they find us as some kind of animal in the rain and take us in unknowing of who we are!

If not I can settle for a little cafe date,

Thank you again!!

pairing: prince!todoroki x cat shapeshifter!male!reader genre: mostly fluff, slight angst word count: 1.5k

a/n: i'm doing okay, thank you for asking :)) i loved this idea so much, thank you for requesting !! i had this idea for prince shouto so i made it a royalty au, i hope you don't mind also i am a proud endeavor hater i will slander that man in every single fic i write

tw slight mention of blood, slight animal abuse, implication of child abuse

“shouto?” you’re surprised to see him standing at your door, flinching in surprise when he throws his arms around you. his body knocks into yours as he cries into your chest, quick breaths about something you can’t understand. tears roll down his cheeks as you pull him back a little, hands on his shoulders. “what’s wrong? why are you crying?” 

“touya-” he gasps. “touya’s gone.” you let him crawl back into your arms, rubbing a hand down his back. you can feel tears prick at your own eyes as shouto grips your shirt as if he’s afraid you would disappear when he lets go. and maybe he was right to be. 

“shouto?” fuyumi calls out. she rushes over to you, kneeling down next to shouto. “oh, shouto,” she whispers. shouto continues clinging to you, hiding his face away. 

“shouto, it’ll be okay, fuyumi’s here.” you whisper. slowly, he pulls away, wiping his tears. he glances between you and his sister before gently letting go. “i’ll come see you tomorrow, okay?” he sniffles, nodding. 

“you promise?” he holds his hand out. 

you intertwine your pinkies together. “i promise.” 

he holds onto your hand for a few more seconds before finally letting go. “okay.” 

the next morning, the castle guards who used to ruffle your hair and joke around with you are cold as they stop you from entering. they only separate to make room for the king-todoroki enji. he glares down at you coldly, as if you were a stain to be removed. “stay away from my son.” 

“but-i promised shouto i would come to see him!” your protests are ignored when enji turns around. 

“take him away.” he instructs before disappearing back into the castle. 

you weren’t strong enough to fight against the guards as they shoved you out, throwing you to the outskirts of the kingdom. “i’m sorry, y/n,” a knight murmured before turning to follow the others back to their posts. when you woke up you were in an unknown part of the kingdom, covered in dirt and newly formed bruises, and all alone. 

living so far away from the rest of society had it’s perks. with no one around to potentially hurt, experimenting with your quirk became one of your favourite pastimes. you would jump around, testing if things were easier to do as a cat or a human, honing your skills to be able to survive with nothing around but trees. however, with nobody nearby, you weren’t used to seeing people. 

the man slinks around, poorly hiding himself behind a tree. you silently watch him, orange fur shining in the daylight. when he sees you, he kneels down, outstretching a hand. hesitantly, you make your way over to him, sizing him up. he waits patiently as you approach before grabbing you, twisting your leg uncomfortably. he presses a sharp knife against your thigh, preparing to cut you. you mewl, unable to get out of his hold. 

“hey, look what i found!” he yells. in the distance you can hear trees rustling before another man comes into your view. he cocks his head and then grimaces. 

“i thought we were hunting for food.”

“we are,” the first man shakes you. you hiss at him, failing to scratch his arms. 

“i’m not eating a cat.” the second man says, shaking his head. 

“come on, there’s nothing else out here!” the second man sighs, defeated. 

“fine. if we can’t find anything else, we’ll eat the damn cat.” you cry when the man holding you presses his knife deep into your flesh. you can see a gun slung across his back. his partner is holding his rifle, using it to clear through the trees. it’s too dangerous to change here. you can’t fight. and even if you could, they could easily shoot you. you don’t stand a chance. the man holding you throws you unceremoniously into a bag where you’re plunged into darkness. 

after what feels like hours of being thrown around inside of the bag, the pain from your leg makes you dizzy until you fall unconscious into a blissful sleep. 

the ground is muddy as shouto walks along the castle grounds. normally he wouldn’t be out this late. the sun had begun to set already, coating everything in sight in shallow golden light. his fists clench by his sides as he focuses on the ground in front of him, anger still crawling in his chest from his earlier argument with his father. his father. what a vile man. shouto pushes the argument from his mind, forcing himself to relax. he outstretches his fingers, unclenches his jaw, and rolls his shoulders. though the tension in his body remains, he feels better. 

shouto stops entirely when he notices it. a small, orange kitten laying in the dirt. it’s back leg is bloody and bent in the wrong direction. it lays unmoving, even as shouto approaches. he gently rubs a hand against the cat’s back. it flinches awake, but doesn’t move away from him. shouto leans down to pick it up, holding the animal against his chest. he whispers reassurances, rushing to bring the cat inside the castle and to the doctor. 

despite protests that the cat was “just an animal” and that he “wasn’t a damn vet,” the man was in no position to deny the crown prince. shouto watched as he gently maneuvered the bone back into place before slowly stitching the wound closed. 

“take it,” the man gestured to the cat, throwing away the needle and bandages. shouto did so silently, wrapping the animal in a nearby towel and bringing it into his room. he ignored the confused looks from guards as he shut the door behind him, laying the cat down on his bed. it had fallen unconscious again, laying unmoving against shouto’s silk sheets. shouto found an odd comfort in the cat. having never had pets before, he gently pet the animal while it slept, watching it unil the sun set and the room was plunged into darkness. shouto left the cat on his bed, crawling underneath the covers and watching it until he too was fully asleep. 

the first thing you feel when you wake up is pain. it stings from your knee down to your ankle. the wound wastes no time in making itself known. you shift, moving to sit up. you’re no longer on the ground, covered in dirt and blood. everything around you is ornate, covered in red and gold-symbols of royalty. something shifts next to you-a boy. the prince. todoroki shouto.

it’s been years since you’ve seen him. he looks the same, though his scar has faded significantly in the years since the accident occured. he’s hardened from the five year old boy you knew into a strong sixteen year old teen. you can see some scars on his hands from training. he looks so peaceful as he sleeps, bangs falling into his eyes. you freeze when he shifts a little before waking up. he blinks at you, sitting up in alarm. you’re preparing for him to yell for guards, for them to rush in and pin you down, drag you throughout the castle walls and throw you outside into the dirt, where you belong. but he doesn’t. wide heterochromic eyes stare into your own. you shift uncomfortably, tail wrapping around yourself protectively. 

“what’s your name?” shouto’s voice is deeper than you remember. 

“y/n,” your voice is raspy. your throat stings with irritation. you need to drink something. 

“y/n,” shouto repeats. a moment of silence falls over you two. then, shouto whispers. “do you remember me?” 

“shouto,” you whisper. he’s quick to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. you bury your face into his chest, taking him in. even after so much time apart, he feels familiar. 

“why… why didn’t you come? that day,” he whispers. you blink away tears gathering in your eyes, grabbing onto his hands when you pull away. 

“i tried to, your father-he ordered the guards to stop me. they left me in the woods. i didn’t know where i was. i never forgot about you, i promise.” you stare down at the floor, worried for how shouto is reacting to the news. his fingers are cold as he raises your chin. 

“i never forgot about you either.” you can’t help but wrap your arms around him again, this time letting your tears fall. your hands shake as you grip onto his clothes, holding him close to you. shouto pulls you even tighter, waiting for you to calm down before pulling away a little. 

“i love you,” shouto whispers. your breath hitches as you look up at him. “can i kiss you?” you nod, gently pulling shouto into a sweet kiss. he smiles into it, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you pull away. 

“i love you too. i’m glad you found me.” 

“i missed you,” shouto murmurs. your ears twitch a little when he scratches them. a deep pur escapes your chest as you nuzzle closer into his chest. 

“i missed you too.”

[haruhar-u]

I’m Tired Of Always Chasin’, Chasin’ After You

-1117 words

Xiyao modern au, hurt no comfort

AO3 upload

TWS: breakups, overall angst, cursing

A/N: they may be out of character as this is my first time writing for this fandom

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Lan Xichen was always slow to anger. He always had control over his temper. Whenever pissed, he always would remove himself from the situation; making sure to take a breath of fresh air. The only time he remembers actually losing it was at his brother’s husband but those two are happily married now and recently adopted a son. However, his boyfriend, Jin Guangyao, was close to pushing him over. He slept in his office instead of coming back to their shared apartment at night. The actions he took in his plot to climb the ranks at his company hurt everyone Jin Guangyao Yao was close to. His brother, father, mentor, and friends all cut ties with him. The only one who didn’t was Lan Xichen. 

Xichen wanted to give his A-Yao a chance, really he really did. However, the trust that was the glue between the two was weakening to the point where it might as well have fully dissolved into nothing. Was there really nothing between the two left? Xichen didn’t want to believe that. Surely the blossoms of his love for A-Yao were still in full bloom and hadn't withered and expired yet. 

He invited A-Yao out to their favourite cafe. It was where they had their first date and where A-Yao asked him out before that. It was a high tea place with exquisite china cups and teapots. On the platter placed in the middle of the table, there was an assortment of different cakes, macaroons, and other small baked goods. 

Xichen was surprised that this date could even happen. A-Yao was so concerned with his job that they had to reschedule multiple times because he worked too late or took on another project, pushing their date further and further back. Sometimes he even forgot to show up, leaving Xichen at the place alone. They were only able to go out today because Xichen quite literally chased after him to remind him. Xichen had this thought that occasionally popped into his mind. What if A-Yao didn’t give a fuck about their relationship anymore. Xichen knew this was an intrusive thought and tried to push it away. 

“What’s been keeping you busy?” Xichen asked him.

“I’ve received an anonymous letter detailing Qin Su.” A-Yao replied, cutting a piece of cake on his plate.

“A letter? About your assistant?”

“Former assistant, and no, not completely ” A-Yao corrected. Former? He fired her? A-Yao loved his assistant and would always sing praise about her over text, phone, and in person to Xichen. Why would he fire her?

“Not completely?” Xichen asks, confused. 

Complete and utter silence from A-Yao.

“Please answer me.”

“They threatened me. They told me that all my secrets would be released unless I fired A-su.” He muttered, avoiding eye contact with Xichen. “They wanted her fired because they felt I only hired her because of nepotism.” 

Xichen let out a sigh of disappointment. “A-Yao, what if they didn’t even have your secrets? Then, you just hurt your sister for nothing.” 

“Babe, I had no choice! What if they did know? Then what would I have done if they were released?”

“Did you want to fire her?” 

“No! Like I said, I didn't really have a choice. Maybe they were right, maybe it was nepotism.” 

“How could you not have a choice. She was your assistant, a part of your branch at work. Besides, if you felt it was nepotism, why would you hire her in the first place?” Xichen scolded 

“I-I was pressured into it by my father a few years ago.”

Xichen settled down. “I see.” 

“I was just scared this person would just reveal the fact that I got my father and brother fired just last year..” 

“You what?” 

A-Yao looks him dead in the eye, pleadingly his voice shaking. “I-I felt I had to. But, babe, you don’t have to worry. You know I’d never hurt you, right?” 

Xichen snaps at him, standing up and putting his hands down on the table, gaining attention from everyone else around. “You said you loved her. You say you love me, but how do I know that? How do I know you’re not just using me?! I just wish you’d thought things through before I you know, fell in love with you?” Fuck. Xichen can’t take that back. He does admit that he wanted to confront him about that. Not like that, though. He wanted to ask him about his worries, have A-Yao comfort him, and then tell him it’s okay and he won’t have to worry. Xichen fucked that up. That won’t ever happen. Especially considering Meng Yao’s reaction. His eyes widen, he mumbles something that looks somewhat like an apology, rummages through his wallet, leaves money to pay, and then he runs. Xichen felt he should chase after him and say he’s sorry, so he’s not the one who got away. But he can’t. He feels glued to his seat. 

After a while and a very concerned waiter who went by the name Wen Ning from his name tag asking if he’s okay, Xichen decides he’ll go home, apologize to Meng Yao, and maybe they can move past this like nothing happened? He leaves money to pay for his portion of the bill and spends what feels like forever on public transit. 

Once he unlocks the door, His apartment looks more desolate, as if something were missing. The grey colour palette looks more hostile. It reminded him of when he and A-Yao discussed painting the walls and agreed their landlord would have their heads. He walks into their bedroom when he finally notices it:All of A-Yao’s stuff is just gone, as if it were reduced to nothing by ashes. He found a note tied to a bouquet of hyacinths and rue...hyacinths and rue? Xichen wasn’t very well versed in flower language; that’s something he’d have to ask his brother-in-law about. He decided to read the note.

To my dearest Xichen,

I really cherished every moment we spent together. However, I realized I really treated you like shit. As if I didn’t give a fuck about you and as if I was only using you for protection against my father and for your status as a Lan. Towards the end of our relationship, I couldn’t give you what you deserved, and I didn’t communicate well enough with you. I want you to know I really give a fuck about you. I love you, and for that reason, I’m killing our relationship. Despite you telling me you’d die for me at one point, I feel you’re better off without me. I bid you well, my love. 

With regret,

Jin Guangyao

[aemonds-little-belle]

FEELINGS SOLD SEPARATLY

CHAPTER TWELVE (THE BURN)

Modern!Aemond x Reader

Notes - TW (Burn mentions, First degree)

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mindSlow Burnit's so slowbut I think it's greatlike genuinely two idiots in lovebut they take soooo long to noticeUghI love fanfiction

“Okay.” Y/n sighed as she walked back to the counter, phone in one hand, apron in the other. “I did the quiz.” 

“And?” 

“I’m ninety eight percent a submissive.” Y/n whispered, showing  her phone screen to Eyla, the number and the word ‘Congrats!’ now in her line of sight. 

“And how do you feel?” She asked. 

“I don’t know.” Y/n mumbled, putting her phone down before tying on her apron. “It’s not like it’s going to do anything. I’m not going to bring any of this up unless he does.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I just became a sugar baby four days ago.” Y/n began busying herself with the coffee makers once more. “I don’t think I’m ready to jump feet first into a whole new dynamic this soon, a much more serious one too.” 

“That’s fair.” Eyla sympathized, she was sure the idea would be overwhelming if it was her in the opposite position. “Do you think he’ll bring it up at all?” Y/n shook her head ‘no’. “Well has he said anything that makes you feel like he wants something more than just a sugar baby relationship?” 

Y/n sighed. “Last night he might have?” Y/n questioned, her body on autopilot as she began getting some drinks ready. “He kind of insinuated he wanted to see my lipdsomthels.” Y/n blurred the last few words. 

“Really?” Eyla sassed, her hand on her hip. “Come on, say it like a big girl.” 

Y/n took a deep breath. “I was pouting because he wouldn’t show me his other tattoos.” She began, Eyla raising her eyebrows in amusement. “And he said my pouty lips were cute.” 

“Okayyy.” Eyla encouraged her to keep going. 

“He said they were cute, but he’d rather see them do something else.” 

“You’re kidding!” Eyla squealed. “Y/n why didn’t you lead with that! You bitch!” Eyla laughed, throwing a towel at Y/n. 

“Because I don’t know if he meant it, you know, in a non friend way.” Eyla rolled her eyes. “Maybe he just meant he wanted to see me smiling instead of pouting.” Y/n offered, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Smile my ass.” Eyla scoffed. “He wants you on your knees, his dic…” 

“Eyla I sweat to the gods I will …” 

“I’ll stop, I’ll stop.” Eyla laughed. “But seriously? I think he wants more, a lot more, from you.” 

“Can we just move on?” Y/n pleaded. “As fun as it is to talk about this, I don’t want to get my hopes up.” 

 “Sure, why don’t you grab some sugar from the back, please?” Eyla batted her lashes. “And put your phone in your locker, I don’t need the police here about another stolen phone.” Eyla happily changed the subject, distracting Y/n from the previous conversations. 

“Right, sorry.” Y/n chuckled, grabbing her phone and quickly doing as asked, her fake lock easily removed, phone placed atop her jacket.

+

Getting sugar was a crappy job, the bags often breaking open, spilling sugar everywhere, and even just holding the bag got your clothing sticky, the task uncomfortable and something Eyla almost always tried to get out of. “Hi, what can I get you?” Eyla happily asked, relishing in her new found freedom of not getting the sugar from the back. 

“Two vanilla lattes please.” The one Woman said, her tone mocking in a way, as if Eyla should have just guessed what they wanted without difficulty. 

“Eyla!” Y/n shouted excitedly as she walked back to the counter. “I found a bag without any holes!” A smile was plastered on her face, pride swelling in her chest. 

“No way, that’s unfair.” Eyla pouted. “You should have left it for me.” 

“Oh please, remember when you left me the bag with an entire rip down the side? And then didn’t warn me about it?” Y/n raised her eyebrows. 

“Y/n?” A slightly familiar voice called out. “The Flea Bottom feeder, right before my own    eyes once again.” Nera chuckled, turning to the woman beside her. “This is Y/n, Aemonds new little whore.” 

“I wouldn’t call her little.” The second woman chuckled, looking Y/n up and down. “Huh, honestly I expected more from Aemond.” The women tutted. 

“Sorry, who are you?” Y/n asked, Eyla off to the side, still making the women's coffee, but ready to step in whenever necessary. 

“What?” The woman’s eyebrows furrowed, Y/n’s words clearly bothering her. “What do you mean who am I?” She looked to Nera, who shrugged her shoulders, though subtly surprised herself at the interaction. 

“I’m sorry, should I know who you are?” Y/n tried to remain as neutral as possible, though just the sight of Nera played on her nerves ever so loudly. 

“I’m Alys, Alys Rivers.” She said so smugly, as if she was waiting for a grand reaction. 

“Okay, nice to meet you.” Y/n nodded her head and walked off, picking up a coffee pot to make another order, the two women heard whispering behind her.

“I was Aemond’s Sugar Baby, and you took him from me.” Y/n froze. “Which is shocking, I mean who would want to be seen with someone who screams charity case!” She happily continued. “It’s so unlike Aemond to stoop so low, I mean really, do you think it’ll last? That he’ll keep you around? You’re just another whore f…” 

“Fuck!” Y/n screamed, the sound of spilled coffee filling the room, Y/n holding her hand out as her chest heaved. “Fuck!” Y/n began walking to the back, the sink in the bathroom her destination, the tears in her eyes limiting her vision, slowing her down, but she eventually found her way, the sink turned on immediately. “Fuck.” She whispered, too many emotions, too much physical pain, too much everything getting to her all at once. “Eyla!” Y/n cried, her hand under the water throbbing, the skin clearly irritated, her sobs drowned out by the running water. 

Eyla could hear Y/n in the back, the cries faint, but still there, the entire shop looking through the small opening leading to the back, trying to get a glimpse of anything. “Look, everyone, I’m going to have to close the shop early!” She yelled, trying to ensure she had everyone's attention, the crowd mumbling objections, though many began to file out. “I know, and I’m sorry. We’ll be open tomorrow as usual.” She explained, walking around the counter and urging people out, a few regulars wishing Y/n well as they left. “Fuck.” Eyla whispered as she flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’. 

“Eyla?” Y/n called out again, the running water still loud. 

“I’m going to get you some stuff, okay! I’ll be just a second!” Eyla shouted back. “Or twenty minutes.” She whispered to herself as she devised a plan, pacing a little before nodding, her walk to the back locker area a quick and determined one. “Fuck, okay.” Eyla tried to hype herself up. “I’m just calling a Targaryen, really, it’s not that big of a deal!” She whisper yelled, shaking her head back and forth. 

“Eyla I don’t know what to do.” She heard Y/n call out again, her voice sounding more and more shaky, the emotional breakdown just as prevalent as the physical one. 

“Just keep running it under some water, Y/n, you’re going to be fine!” Eyla lied, she had no idea how bad the burn was, or how much of her hand was burned, she was panicking. “Just, just getting something!” Eyla opened Y/n’s locker, her phone picked up, the screen turning on. “Shit okay.” Eyla panicked slightly, not knowing the password, though she soon realized there was none. The phone was newer than hers, but the contact list was one of the only things available on the screen, and Aemond’s contact the only one other than hers. “Come on, pick up, pick up.” She begged. 

“Little dragon?” A deep voice boomed from the other side. 

“Awww, wait, that's a really cute nickname!” Eyla cooed, a smile concealing the panic on her face. 

“Who is this? Where is Y/n?” Aemond quickly responded, clearly agitated. 

“Right, sorry.” Eyla took a deep breath. “I’m Y/n’s co-worker, there’s been an accident, nothing too serious, but she’s burned her hand.” 

“Okay, I’m on my way.” Aemond could be heard shuffling around, the sound of his dress shoes clicking along the tiled floors in his office building. 

“Um, look, she’s also really emotional. Right before the accident two girls came in and said some pretty shitty stuff.” Eyla admitted. 

“Do you know these two girls?” Aemond asked, ready to deal with whoever caused this. 

“No, but apparently you do.” Eyla said. “One said her name was Alys, and that she was a sugar baby of yours before...” 

“So you know about Y/n …” 

“Who do you think talked her into seeing you?” Eyla scoffed. “Dude you’re terrifyingly hot, she was ready to run the second she heard your voice, you’re welcome.” The mood quickly switched, Eyla back to her regular playful self, the fear of Y/n dying slowly fading. 

“Okay, I’m going to be there in, at the most, ten minutes.” Aemond huffed, his pace picking up as he made his way to his car. “Can you just keep her as calm as possible until then?” 

“Will do.” Eyla said, her sentence hardly finished before the line cut off. 

+

Aemond knocked on the glass door like a mad man, his hair all down, his hands anxiously running through it his whole drive over, shirt sleeves rolled up, a few buttons unbuttoned and his coat discarded in the car somewhere. “Hi, sorry.” Eyla whispered as she opened the door.

“Where is she?” Aemond all but yelled. 

“Just in the bathroom, to the left in the back.” Eyla pointed, trying her best to smile. 

“Y/n?” He called out as he got closer to the back, water running and soft cries guiding him to her. 

“Aemond?” Y/n croaked, crying even harder as she saw his blurry figure. 

“Hi, little dragon.” Aemond took in the situation, Y/n sat on the toilet, her hand draped into the sink, the water running, tears streaming down her cheeks and her non burned hand picking at her jeans, a few threads pulled out. “What happened, Hmm?” He asked, stepping into the room and crouching down, his hand resting on her knee, her hand laying atop his instead of destroying her jeans. 

“I.” A quick sob wracked through her body, Aemond’s hand rubbing soothing circles on her knee as the other reached for her face, cupping her cheek. “I spilled coffee everywhere, and I burned my hand.” She wiggled her hand in the sink, some water splashing over the edge. 

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed, standing up, leaning over quickly to give her forehead a quick peck. “I’m going to clean you up a bit, and then we’ll go home, okay?” Aemond kept his tone calm and soothing, his mind raging silently at what Alys had most likely said, what her words caused. He wished to storm to her house then, but he knew Y/n needed more help than she did protection at that moment. “Look at me.” He said, Y/n’s eyes finding his, her chin tilted up as he stood before her. 

“Aemond.” Y/n whispered, tears still streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She cried. “I know you were working today, and I really didn’t want Eyla to call you, you can go if you want, I’m really, I’m fi …”

“You’re not fine, little dragon.” Aemond finished her sentence. “You needed help, so I’m here.” 

“And your work is okay with that?” Y/n sniffled, Aemond’s thumb and forefinger now holding her chin, his eye trained on her. 

“Hmm.” He smirked. “I’m the boss, little dragon. Remember? I make the rules, I don’t follow them, same goes for my job.” 

Y/n cracked a small smile, Aemond’s presence calming, his smile, albeit a smirk, allowed for a break in the panic. “My hand really does hurt.” Y/n blurted out, not sure what to do with Aemond’s hand on her chin, and his unbreaking eye contact. 

“I’m sure it does, little dragon.” Aemond hummed, crouching down again to wipe the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, his touch gentle and soft. “I’m going to get my first aid kit from the car, Hmm?” Aemond asked, Y/n nodding as he stood, wishing he would hold onto her face just a little longer, wipe her tears for just one more second instead of leaving, but he walked away, his hair swaying messily behind him. 

“Y/n?” Eyla knocked on the doorway, offering a sympathetic smile. “He’s super hot.” 

“Eyla!” Y/n laughed, her good hand wiping a few more of her stray tears, rubbing her nose against her sleeve slightly. “You’re right though.” Y/n let out another chuckle. 

“How’s your hand?” Eyla asked. 

“It hurts, but it’s fine, I’m sure it’s nothing.” Y/n weakly smiled, her words remaining her of the throbbing pain that was radiating through her hand. “I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow with a cute bandaid.” 

“And hopefully a billion dollars for being a brave sugar baby.” Eyla teased. 

“If I had a billion dollars I would never step foot in this place again.” Y/n laughed. 

“What?” Eyla gasped, her hand pinned to her chest dramatically. “Not even to see me?” 

“I would take you with me you fool.” Y/n tilted her head, Eyla thanking her over and over. “How long do burns take to heal?” Y/n asked, looking at her hand. 

“I don’t know.” Eyla shrugged her shoulders, looking towards the sink too. 

“First degree burns take about a  week to heal.” Aemond turned into the room, a relatively large first aid kit placed next to Y/n as Aemond stood over the sink. 

“What if I have second degree burn?” Y/n questioned, Eyla stepping away to leave them be. 

“You don’t.” 

“How do you know?” Y/n’s eyes were tearing up, the water now turned off, no longer giving her an ounce of relife. 

“You’re racking up quite the bill today.” Aemond hummed, lifting the first aid kit to the sink and opening it. “First you don’t let me know you’ve been hurt, then you say you’re ‘fine’ instead of explaining how you really feel.” 

“I’m sorry.” Y/n breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the pain amping up more and more. 

“I’m not done yet, little dragon.” Aemond tutted, shaking his head in disappointment. “You didn’t accept that my answer was final.” Aemond chuckled. 

“Aemond, my hand hurts, I’m not thinking the right way, please…” Y/n begged. 

“Are you trying to get out of a punishment?” Aemond raised his eyebrow, thoroughly amused. 

Y/n’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake. “No.” 

“So now you’re lying?” Aemond’s voice somehow got deeper, more intimidating. 

‘It’s a teacher talk.’ Y/n remembered Eyla’s words, though she had only known what a dominant was for a few hours, she felt quite sound now when it came to saying Aemond was one. “Yes, I’m, I’m sorry.” She admitted, eye’s now looking at the ground, Aemond patting some sort of gel onto her burn. 

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed. “Are you going to behave now?” Y/n nodded her head. “And are you going to take your punishment like a good sugar baby would? Or would you rather keep making a fuss about it?” He teased. 

“I won’t make a fuss anymore.” Y/n said, still not meeting Aemond’s eye. 

“Good girl.” Aemond quietly hummed, Eyla heard concealing a squeal from outside the room. “Come on, let’s get you home.” Y/n stood up, Aemond’s hand immediately falling to her back leading her out of the room. “Where’s your stuff?” He asked. 

“Just in here.” Y/n pulled on the lock, opening her locker and pulling out her coat. “Um, Eyla do you have my phone?” She quietly asked. 

“Yeah, sorry.” Eyla smiled, handing Y/n her brick of a phone. 

“Do your locks not work?” Aemond asked, standing a few feet away from the two, a lock in his hand, the thing clicking as Aemond closed it, then effortlessly opening it without trying. 

“They’re just for show.” Y/n admitted, walking towards Aemond, his face twisted in anger, confusion maybe. 

“Real locks are cheaper.” He looked to Y/n. “Why would you need fake ones?” 

“Mr Waxley checks are lockers sometimes.” Eyla added. “He doesn’t like us being able to hide things from him.” 

“So he makes you vulnerable to theft?” Aemond sounded like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his eye squinted slightly as he tried to understand how this could possibly make sense. 

“They look like locks, Aemond.” Y/n grabbed the lock from his hands, hanging it back on her locker. “No one knows they're fake.” She reasoned. 

“Hmm.” He hummed, although he let the topic drop at that moment, he was already thinking about how to circle back to it.

[emilyssky]

Chapter 3: Turn Down The Lights

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, chocking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."    

I woke up with one of the worst headaches I've ever had. The events of last night a bit blurry in my head. I groan and search under the covers for my phone. I have 5 missed calls and 12 messages from Chan, a few messages from our group chat, and a missed call from Emma. Last night, after the fight with Minho I got an uber and went straight home, without saying goodbye to anyone. Now I silently curse myself that I didn't. Chan was supposed to take me and Emma home so I decide to go and check if Emma is in her room. I pull myself out of the comfort of my bed and walk across the hall.

"Em?" I gently knock on her door. After a few seconds of silence, I push her door open only to see her bed perfectly made with random pieces of clothing on it and a few shoes thrown around the room which means that she didn't come home last night. I immediately start to panic, Emma isn't the type to sleep around. I dial her number and after 3 rings she picks up.

"What the fuck y/n, you scared the shit out of me. Why did you leave like that? What happened? Where are you?" Her voice is filled with worry.

"I could ask you the same thing. I'm home, where are you?"

"I'm still at the frat house, I slept here last night." She says and I can feel her shyness through the phone.

"Em, who did you fuck?" I giggle.

"Y/N!" She squeals.

"Get your ass over here, we need to talk"

"Do you wanna meet at the cafe near the frat? We need to practice anyway, so we can go straight to the dance studio after."

"Yeah, okay I'll be there in about half an hour. " I say and hang up.

I walk to our shared bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup from last night is still on, well kinda. I cried so much last night that my eyeliner has spread all over my eyes and down to my cheeks. Last night was too much. It was something that I didn't really want to deal with ever again, seeing him and putting myself in a situation to relive all these bad memories I have with him. I was really grateful for Minho, in a way. I still can't believe that it was him that night. I honestly thought that I would never see that person again. Our conversation that night stayed with me for a long time after. The advice that I was giving him was one that I never seemed to follow, it was a reminder though. I kept the words I said to him in the back of my head to remind me that; I control my life and I can change it any time I want. Which is easier said than done when I find such comfort in the struggles of my life. They become excuses for me to not even try anything better. I shake my head and remove my clothes. I take a quick shower, throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, grab my dance bag and make my way out the door. As I walk towards the frat, I decide to call Chan back. I know that he's probably worried just as much as Emma was but honestly, I'm a little nervous to talk to him after everything that happened last night. I don't know if Minho said anything to him or not but either way I can feel my heart racing as I wait for him to pick up.

"You're dead” His voice sends chills down my body, even through the phone.

"Okay let me explain."

"Do you know how worried I was? I can't have a single night of fun without worrying about your ass. What the hell happened?" He sounds genuinely annoyed to the point that it makes me feel bad cause it's true, Chan's always there. He's there for me at every party, taking care of me, taking me home when I'm drunk, and making sure I don't do anything I'll regret the next day. Which is hard.

"I know Chan, I'm sorry" I sigh. "I'll explain everything, are you at the frat?"

"No, I'm at the studio with the guys, why?" I inhale a sharp breath cause I know that being in the studio means that Minho's probably with him.

"I'm going for a coffee with Em, near the frat. She said she stayed over yesterday."

"Yeah" He laughs "She will tell you everything herself, I don't wanna spoil anything"

"How long will you be at the studio?" I nervously ask.

"I don't know. Tell me what happened now."

I take a breath, getting ready to lie to my best friend once again. "I just didn't feel well and everyone was having such a good time that I didn't wanna bother anyone, so I just took an uber home"

"Cut the bullshit Y/n." He brushes my lie off. "Did Minho say anything to you?" At that, I stop walking.

"What? Why would you ask that?"

"He left without saying anything as well and today when I came to the studio, he kept asking me about you" He casually says and my hand that's holding the phone begins to sweat.

"What was he asking you about?" I try to sound unbothered.

"Just random stuff but I found it weird cause I thought that the only interaction you guys had was when you met the guys, which did not go well. Obviously, that's not true so tell me what the fuck happened." He demands again. For a second I consider telling him the truth. That a saw Jackson and everything that happened with Minho afterwards cause Chan is my best friend and I can't really lie to him. We tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. The reality of my relationship with Jackson was something that none knew besides me and him. It's something that I wanna forget, a piece of myself that I don't want anyone to see. I'm ashamed of it. But the more I burn it deep inside me the more it's eating me alive. What was happening for almost a year, took a toll on me. It changed me into a person that I never wanted to be. And now here I am, trying desperately to keep up with the image of myself that my friends and family know and love. Hiding the truth about my childhood and my relationship, and fighting to be the person that I dreamt of becoming. Someone with no trauma, weaknesses, or mental issues. Someone who smiles at every situation and a not a burden to be around. I knew it was a matter of time before all my secrets catch up with me and I know that Minho knowing is only the beginning. I need to take control of the situation. Chan seems clueless about Jackson and that takes a bit of my anxiety away but the fact that Minho was asking about me does not calm down my nerves at all.

"Um, nothing we just bumped into each other when he was looking for the bathroom. He was acting like a complete dick, what's his deal?" I try to push the conversation into Minho.

"He's not a dick. Really." Chan emphasizes the word "He's just.." He trails off searching for the right word.

"A dick." I laugh.

"He's complicated. Don't be quick to judge him."

"Whatever" I roll my eyes. "Listen I really wanna talk to you more but I have to go now, we'll talk later. " I say spotting Emma at our usual table.

"Wait, do you maybe wanna meet tonight? Watch a movie or something?"

"I can't Channie, I have dance practice tonight. Maybe  tomorrow?" I offer. Me and Chan used to spend almost every day together but that has changed in the last few months and I have none to blame but myself.

"Um, yeah sure." He mumbles, disappointed at my answer.

"I have to go now, bye ." I hang up and make my way toward Emma.

I pop to the seat across from her. " Tell me everything"

Apparently, Emma ended up hooking up with Seungmin. The moment the words left her mouth, I borderline screamed. She said that they were talking all night long about themselves, life, and other deep shit, and then after a few hours of just talking he finally made a move. It didn't take them long to take it upstairs and they ended up having sex in Chan's room.

"Oh my god, I can't imagine the look on Chan's face when he opened the door" I cover my mouth with my hand, laughing.

"I felt so embarrassed" Emma shakes her head, blushing at the memory.

"Hold up, where did Chan sleep?"

"With Felix" She shrugs.

"Why didn't you guys go back to his place?" I ask taking a sip of my coffee.

"He lives with Changbin, Jisung, Minho, and a guy called Jeongin, which I already know cause we have some classes together."

"There are 5 guys in one apartment?" I scrunch my nose in disgust.

"It's a 2-floor apartment. Apparently, Seungmin's parents are loaded" She lifts her brows for emphasis. "The guys pay half of the actual rent."

"Damn, you should definitely date him" I giggle.

"Stop" She reached to slap my shoulder over the table, which I easily avoid.

"We've been texting nonstop today." She says, blushing.

"Oh." I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

"And he invited me to a party that they're throwing next weekend" She can't stop smiling and that warms my heart. I haven't seen Emma that excited about a guy in so long.

"I mean, you're definitely going"

"You mean, WE are definitely going" She corrects me.

"I'm not in the mood to be a third wheel, thank you very much" I smile at her.

"No, I'm not talking only about you and me" She shakes her head." All of us are invited"

"All of us you mean-"

"Me, you, Hyunjin, and Felix. We all got along so well. Me and Seungmin are not the only ones that started talking." She smiles.

That's just great. If everyone starts hanging out with each other, avoiding Minho will be impossible. I can't believe that the guy that I've been looking for for the past year is now someone I desperately wanna avoid but I can't risk Minho telling Chan anything. I could try and talk to him I guess but I really don't think that he'll care. I'm hoping that he'll just let it go and stay out of it.

"I'm not really in the mood for another party." I try to turn her down politely.

"Y/n, you're coming." She says in a serious voice "You've been locked away in your room for weeks. You won't talk to anyone, you won't go out. What's happening? I'm concerned" Her eyes are filled with worry.

"I'm just not really well mentally. I'm exhausted and I'm stressed with college." I try to brush it off.

"Y/n, mental health is really important and yours has been up and down since I met you. But this 'down' has lasted too long and it's really making me worry" Her hand softly touches mine.

"I know I just- I will get through it, you don't need to worry" I offer her yet another fake smile for reassurance, like the one I've been offering myself as well.

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Dance is my life. I've been dancing since I was 6 and somehow growing up I knew that, that's what I was meant to do with my life. While I was in high school I was the best dancer in my studio, but when I got into college I came to realize that I'm only as good as a hundred other dancers here. Hyunjin and Felix are 2 of the best dancers in our year and being friends with them has really helped me. We always practice together and they're always there to help me out. I was supposed to practice with Emma all night long some hard combinations for our class on Friday but around 10 Emma left, claiming she was tired. I decided to stay a bit longer. Late-night practices have lately become a part of my everyday routine. It's a way for me to clear my mind and just let go. For those hours that I'm dancing, the voices in my head disappear. I'm alone in the dance room, just me and the music. None to compare myself to and no teacher to correct my every move. It's the only time of the day that I feel peaceful. Today, however, I'm everything but that. I can't seem to get everything that happened out of my mind and I also can't seem to get any of the steps right. Extremely frustrated at this point, I take a step back and start from the top but it's not long until I step a bit too quickly into one of my turns causing me to lose my balance and stumble backward.

"You're not counting" A voice suddenly says from behind me. I look up into the mirror to see Minho resting against the door with his hands crossed. "You're not counting slow enough. You hurry into the turn, that's why you're losing your balance." He continues when I don't say anything.

"What are you doing here?" I reach for my phone to turn the music off and then turn to face him.

He stares at me, almost as if I caught him off guard. "I was on my way home"

"The studio is on the other side of the campus Minho" I mirror his position, crossing my hands. "Are you stalking me or something?"

A laugh escapes him at my accusation, taking a few steps into the room. "Don't flatter yourself darling" He shakes his head, still smiling. I narrow my eyes at the nickname. I take a moment to look at him, finally under normal light. He's taller than I remember and his shoulders are wide. I can only see the outline of his body through his white shirt and grey sweatpants but I can tell that he's definitely someone who works out. I drag my eyes higher, over his chest that rises and falls at a quicker pace than normal like he's out of breath. I look at his face. Full lips, big brown eyes, and dark messy hair that's sticking into his sweaty forehead. His cheeks look like they're on fire and his jaw is tensed. A big, black bag hanging from his shoulder. I take one last look at his appearance before speaking.

"What are you doing at the dance building?" I ask again. "Were you dancing?" He's definitely dressed like a dancer.

He doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he wets his lips with his tongue and tilts his head a bit, his eyes still on me. There's something about his gaze that makes me feel intimidated. We've only seen each other 3 times and in each one of them, I've struggled to hold eye contact. His eyes are calm and completely unreadable but somehow piercing and intense. His eyes are beautiful.

"Are you not going to answer me?" I press after a few seconds of silence.

He smirks."You seem annoyed. Bad day?"

And just like that everything beautiful about him disappears and my frustration grows. His irony is something that I don't really wanna deal with right now, I would rather be alone. "Yes, today has actually been a really shitty day and your presence isn't making it better" My voice is flat.

"Really? Most people find my company quite enjoyable"

"Right, 'cause you seem like such a joy to be around." I sarcastically say.

His eyes light up slightly, at my clear annoyance. " I could say the same thing."

"You don't know me" I spit through my teeth.

"And you know me?" He snaps back without hesitation.

I take a few seconds to breathe. My chest feels heavy and the all-too-familiar knot in my stomach is tighter than ever. I've been feeling like I'm walking around the edges of a cliff for so long now, desperately trying to keep myself from falling. I need to be alone right now. "Minho, please leave, I want to be alone" I run my hands along my face and through my hair.

"It's okay you can dance in front of me, don't be shy, it looks like you could use the extra help anyway." His lips twitch with suppressed amusement.

"The last thing I wanna do is to dance in front of you and give you another reason to make fun of me. And I don't need any extra help, especially from someone that doesn't know shit about dancing." My voice comes out harsher and louder than I intended.

Minho's small smile drops and I notice the slight shift in his eyes. "I wouldn't make fun of you, As a dancer myself, I've known to respect someone else's effort and passion. " He says in a steady voice.

I pause a bit. What? "But you're studying-"

"I've been dancing since I was 4. It has been my passion for as long as I remember" He cuts me off.   "But things change. People change" His eyes soften for only a second as he speaks the last words and then for the first time since he walked into the room his gaze leaves my face and travels the floor and then to the stereo in the corner of the room.

Silence takes over the room and the feeling of guilt grows in me.

"What made you change your mind about dancing?" I question lowly, trying to turn the conversation around and gather any information out of him because for some reason, I'm curious.

His eyes snap to mine as if he wasn't expecting me to press on the matter. "That's not any of your business" He repeats the words I said to him yesterday.

"As you wish" I sigh. "Could you please leave now? I need to practice" I lower the lights a bit and then reach for my phone to restart the music.

"You dance with the lights like that?' He's staring at me. His face is hard, jaw set.

"Mostly, yeah. It makes me feel more comfortable. There're no blinds in this room and people walk by all the time. I feel safer dancing like this"

The loud noise of his bag hitting the ground echoes through the quiet room. I flinch slightly at the sound and lift my eyes from my phone to see him walking towards me. He grabs my phone and presses play to the first song on the playlist that I happened to be scrolling through. He then drops the phone on my bag, turns around, and begins to walk backwards.

His eyes meet mine through the mirror. "Dance for me" His words send chills down my spine. My body doesn't move an inch, his tone and gaze making me freeze.

"I can't. " You confess after a few seconds.

"You're a dancer, and you can't dance?" His lips twitched with amusement once again.

"I'm stuck." My eyes drop to my feet. Minho's words hit me hard, they burn. 'You're a dancer', I smile to myself.

"Dancers get stuck all the time. Listen to the music, let go and dance." Minho's eyes seem softer under the dimmed light of the room and his body stiff as if he's desperately trying to control it, stopping it from moving to the music. I miss that.

"You don't understand" I shake my head. "Everything in my head is stuck, I can't dance" I swallow hard.

He cocks his head. "What do you mean? You're-"

"Yes, I'm a dancer. I am and I'm not. My feet move, they follow the steps, the perform the routines. I keep my legs straight, my toes pointed, arms light and gentle. I try to keep my smile bright and my back straight. I do everything. Yes, I'm a dancer. But I haven't danced in so long. It's like the music doesn't reach my heart anymore, my body moves mechanically and my head is always counting. I don't feel the moves, I can't dance unless it's an already choreographed piece, unless I have to perform, unless I have to be perfect for a class. I don't really see the point in trying anymore. It's not like I'll ever make it professionally." The words pour out of my mouth without my control and I feel like all the suppressed emotions and fears that I've been bottling up and keeping to myself about my future in dance are coming out. My eyes start to burn as I desperately try to control my tears. Every time I meet this man, I somehow end up like that.

"I see people like Hyunjin and Felix, and they're made for this. You can see the passion in their eyes as they dance, even if it's a small piece in class. They put everything they have into it. They dance with their heart. I miss that, so much and I feel like there's nothing I can do to fix it." I'm out of breath by the time I finish talking. And the realization that I just voiced all of this in front of Minho hits me hard. I look up at him, his eyes were clouded and his lips almost frowned. I turn away immediately. The last thing I want is people pitting me, especially him. I quickly grab my stuff and walk past him. He calls my name a few times, but I'm out of the door before he has any time to say anything else.

It's 1.30 am when I open the door of my apartment. All the lights are closed except the light in the hallway that we always leave on. A sigh of relief leaves my lips, knowing Emma is asleep. I left the studio, around 11 pm but I was so emotionally charged that I decided to take a walk instead of going straight home. Listening to music and walking around aimlessly always helps me relax. I think about a million things and nothing at the same time. I think about dance. I think about Jackson. I think about all the people that I call my friends and love more than myself but fill them with lies. So many lies about everything. The person that they call their friend; is that even me? Does anyone actually know me? At that, I probably laughed at loud. I don't even know myself, but that doesn't comfort me. I still feel like the fakest person alive. I think about Minho. I think about how rude he was the first time we met. I think about how he helped me and then how he reacted when he found out I was one of the hundreds of women that have been abused and lied to by a person they loved. Or think they loved. He called me stupid, and maybe he was right. In his eyes right now I probably seem stupid and weak, and after tonight I seem useless as well. I'm fine with it. I'm fine with Minho thinking so low of me, cause frankly, he's not anyone important to me. But the thought of everyone else thinking that way about me makes my stomach turn. Maybe that's the reason I feel so comfortable sharing so much, cause he's a stranger. With him, I don't feel the need to pretend to be someone else or cover up anything. Maybe it's the fact that he already knows or maybe I see it as a clean start considering that he doesn't really know me, either way for some reason I tend to overshare whenever I see him. As soon as I step into the shower, every muscle in my body relaxes instantly, and I stay under the hot water until it turns cold. I slipped into a huge T-shirt that I'd stolen from Chan and climb under the covers. Sleep doesn't come easily to me that night.

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"What's up with you?" Hyunjin sits down next to me as I take off my shoes. I woke up 30 minutes before class and basically ran to the studio. My head was all over the place throughout the whole class and Mrs. Martin corrected me about 5 times. I don't really take corrections and criticism lightly. It's hard being a perfectionist when you're the furthest thing from perfect.

"What do you mean?" I say avoiding his eyes.

"Come on y/n." he laughs "You were off throughout the whole class, where's your head at?"

I throw my shoes in my bag, frustrated. Frustrated with myself, with my dancing skills, and with fucking Minho who's the reason I stayed up last night and didn't wake up in time. "I just didn't sleep last night, and I have a terrible headache" I mumble.

Hyunjin runs a hand through his freshly dyed blond hair and sighs. "You know you can always come to me for help, yeah?" He softly says and I know he means it in more ways than one. I've gotten really close with Hyunjin, even though I know him for only 2 years. Both he and Felix have been amazing friends to both me and Emma and I'm honestly so grateful to have people like them by my side.

"And me" Felix sits down beside me, bumping his shoulder into mine. His bright smile is enough to make my day a little better already.

"Maybe we can meet and practice together one of those days. We haven't done that in a while" Hyunjin offers. He lifts himself off of the ground and adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Me, Hyunjin, and Felix used to meet every week, sometimes twice to rehearse together. I guess you can call me lucky that 2 of my best friends are 2 of the best dancers in our class. I always feel safe dancing with them, it gave me room to get better, without feeling judged.

Felix's eyes spark with excitement. "Oh my god, we haven't done that in so long, I've missed it. I've missed us hanging out together." Sadness takes over his voice as we make our way out of the dance room. My heart tightens at the way he spoke. Felix must be one of my favorite humans ever. I haven't met a purest soul than Felix's. He's incredibly kind and thoughtful, always thinking of others first and always with a smile on his face, trying to help as much as he can whenever he can, no matter what. Chan and Felix have been friends since High School. They're incredibly close and Chan's very protective of him. Well, chan's very protective in general.

"Yes, sure we can do that" I end up saying with a smile on my face. "Just not tonight 'cause I promised chan to hang out."

"It's fine, I have plans tonight anyways." Hyunjin shrugs.

"Oh, what are you doing?" I question casually as we exit our building.

"I'll meet up with Jisoo and then I'll go for lunch with Em and Seungmin." Hyunjin says while scrolling through his phone.

"What?" I say dumbfounded. They're already hanging out altogether?

"Yeah." Hyunjin doesn't seem to notice my reaction, instead, his long fingers type something on his phone incredibly fast before speaking again.

"Anyway, I have to go 'cause I really need to shower and I only have half an hour." He swiftly kisses my forehead. "Bye." he yells as he's basically running to his car.

"He's so fucking smitten with her" Felix laughs.

"Yeah, I can see that" I nod smiling.

"Anyway," Felix focuses his gaze back on me. "If you want we can do something together." He says

I shake my head "No it's fine. I haven't hung out with Chan in a while, plus I really feel like going to the studio. It really calms me down"

Felix's eyes soften "Yeah, I know."

"But don't worry, I'll make some time for you in my super busy schedule sometime this week" I joke and my hand comes up to riffle his hair.

His face breaks into a smile. "I hope so."

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After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I make my way to the other side of the campus where the studio is. Chan will probably be working late tonight but I don't really have a problem keeping him company since I don't have any classes tomorrow. Plus I love spending time at the studio. I walk through the familiar hallways and stop when I reach the studio door. I lift my hand to knock but before I have the chance, the door opens wide.

"Holy shit!" Jisung flinches backwards and I try my best not to laugh in his face. "You scared the shit out of me" He places a hand over his chest.

"I'm sorry Jisung." I giggle, touching his shoulder apologetically, and walk past him, inside the studio. Chan is sitting on the couch, laptop on his legs, and headphones on.

I walk behind the couch and take them off. "Hi."

His head snaps upwards, and his features relax instantly when he sees it's me. "Hey, there best friend." He smiles at me and pulls me by my hand to sit beside him on the couch.

"What are you doing?" I move closer to him, looking at his laptop screen.

"Just working on some sounds, writing some lyrics. You know, the usual." He sighs, focusing back on what he was working on.

"Did you guys record the song you were talking about?"

"Not entirely. We've recorded Seungmin's and Jisung's parts. We've been a bit stuck on the lyrics actually." He grabs his notebook from the coffee table beside him and passes it to me. " I was hoping you could help a bit. This is what we've got so far."

I take the notebook in my hands and silently read the lyrics. Chan has a way with words like none else I've ever seen. Every time I read something he has written or he plays me songs he's working on, I'm reminded of just how talented he is.

"Chan, that's really good." I honestly say.

A hint of color appears on his cheeks. "Yeah?" He tries to hide his smile.

"Like you don't know that everything you write is fucking amazing" I push at his shoulder.

His smile grows. "That's not true"

He starts playing me all the recorded parts and I have to say, all of the guys are really good, their voices blend so well together. We spent the next 2 hours working on some of the lyrics, playing around with the music, and recording some of Jisung's and Chan's parts. Currently, Chan has gone to the bathroom and I'm on the couch with Jisung. We were supposed to continue working on the lyrics but we started talking and now I'm laughing harder than I've laughed in weeks at stories he's telling me about living with the guys.

"Oh my god, stop, my stomach hurts from laughing" I manage to say through my laughter.

"I swear, he ran around the block in his underwear, it was priceless." He shakes his head at the memory.

"You guys seem so fun."

"You should definitely come on Saturday, so you can see just how fun we are when we're drunk." He smiles. What I've noticed in the short time I've known Jisung, is that he's such a bright person. He's really easy to talk to and tries his best to make you feel comfortable. Bright eyes, and a bright smile, I enjoy being around him. He has a lot of similar qualities to Felix, they would get along well.

"I don't know," I rest my head on the back of the couch trying to catch my breath. My jaw honestly hurts from laughing. "I'm usually a really outgoing person but my social anxiety has been pretty bad lately."

"I get it," He shrugs smiling "I'm also really struggling with anxiety. Have been for years now."

"Really?" He seems so open and sociable that I would've never imagined that he's struggling with something like that.

He shakes his head, laughing. "I'm really shy and I get anxiety over every little thing." He honestly says. "I'm thankful to have people around me that you know, push me out of my comfort zone and help me get over it." My mind trails back to the conversation I had with chan the other day when he told me that Jisung and Minho are really close, and suddenly I'm curious about their relationship but I suppress it. I don't wanna seem noisy.

"Okay, I'll come," I say after a few seconds. "But I'm just letting you know that I'm going to be glued to your side the whole night." I point my finger at him.

A huge smile takes over his face making his eyes disappear. "No problem kid" He ruffles my hair.

"What are you doing here?" Minho's voice interrupts our moment. He's standing by the door, phone in his hand, dressed in black jeans and a simple white shirt that's a bit big on him. His face filled with confusion. I froze a bit not really expecting to see him here and after what happened the last time I saw him I can't stop the embarrassment that rushes through me. I didn't really think about the possibility of him showing up here, but of course, I'm at the studio where he and his friends are working on their music. Stupid.

"She's helping us with the song," Jisung speaks up and I'm grateful for it. "Chan called her."

Minho focuses back on his phone and walks to sit on the chair, facing us. He doesn't seem to share the same uncomfortable feeling I feel towards him but then again he didn't really do anything. I was the one that whined about my problems out of the blue, to a person that I hardly know and hardly cares. But still, the way his face holds the most unbothered expression that I've ever seen bothers me for some reason.

'Why does she knows about music?" He snorts.

"Do you always have to be so rude?" I glare at him.

"It's part of my charm" He smiles, only for a second, and then his face drops again.

I narrow my eyes at him "Oh please-"

"Okay, let's get back into it" Chan enters the room, interrupting me. His eyes fall on Minho, whose eyes are still on me. His face is a mixture of amusement and annoyance if that's even possible and I stare back at him, not breaking eye contact.

"Minho, " Chan pauses. "I thought you weren't coming today. "He sits back on the couch beside me.

"I didn't have anything better to do," Minho shrugs. "and Jisung told me you working on the song." He puts his phone in his pocket and leans forward.

Chan throws the notebook on the table. "This is what we have so far."

Minho grabs it and his eyes scan the page. "Okay," He simply says. "So we're basically done"

"Kinda," Chan scratches the back of his neck. "Thanks to y/n."

"You should come by more often, we could use the help" Jisung pats the back of my head. I feel like a little kid getting praised by his parents for doing the bare minimum.

"Whatever," Minho throws the notebook back on the table. "We were doing just fine. You, Chan, and Changbin are really good with lyrics." He crosses his hands.

"She's good," Chan glances at Minho. "And we could always use some extra help." He says in a steady voice. He seems to notice the clear dislike Minho has for me, not that Minho's trying to hide it in any way. It bothers me, I have to admit. I think that I've been nothing but nice to him since the night I met him a year ago, he on the other hand has been a jerk.

My phone interrupts whatever Minho was going to say. I stare at Hynjin's name with confusion. Why is he calling me? He's supposed to be on a date.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hi, am I interrupting?" His tone is rushed.

Minho is looking back at his phone and Chan turns to talk to Jisung. "Um, no what's up?"

"You won't believe who I just saw"

"Who?"

"I was leaving Jisoo's dorm and I run into that piece of shit you were dating"  My grip on my phone tightens and my eyes widen.

"Jackson? What?" I say shocked. Chan's and Minho's eyes are on me. "Hold on" I mutter to Hyunjin.

"Excuse me" I get up and walk towards the door, ignoring Chan as he calls my name. I walk down the hall and once I'm far enough, I speak again.

"What happened?" I ask, trying not to sound as nervous as I am.

"Well," Hyunjin sighs "We bumped into each other in the halls." He pauses.

"And?" I say, impatiently.

"He asked me how are you doing," I release a breath at that, but Hyunjin continues. "And he also asked me if you're seeing anyone." His tone slightly changes, dropping lower.

"And what did you say?" I nervously play with the end of my shirt.

"I told him that as far as I know, you're not but either way it's none of his business" I giggle at his response. I can almost picture Hyunjin's face, saying that.

"And then he asked me who was the guy that interrupted you when you were talking and picked a fight with him." He clears his throat.

I swallow hard.

"I told him that who you're seeing is not his problem anymore and I left. But as I was walking back I kept trying to remember if you were with anyone that night, 'cause If you had hooked up with anyone, you would've told me." He pauses." First of all, what the fuck? Why were you talking to him? If you're even thinking about forgiving him, I'm done with you." He suddenly raises his voice. Even when me and Jackson were together, Hyunjin never really liked him. After we broke up, I told everyone that he cheated on me instead of the actual story.

"No, it's not-"

"And second, what the hell was he talking about? What guy?" He cuts me off. He sounds annoyed, to say the least.

"Okay, it's not what you think." I try to calm him down. "I was just getting a drink and he somehow appeared in the kitchen. He kept trying to talk to me and I kept telling him that I don't wanna hear shit but he wasn't giving up. At some point, he was almost yelling at me, and then Minho, one of Chan's friends walked in." I clarify.

"Oh, so that's the guy he was talking about?" Hyunjin says, sounding almost relieved.

"Yes. Anyway, basically Minho told him to leave me alone and Jackson was not having it. Long story short, Minho pushed him and we left the kitchen." I explain.

"Bro, that's crazy" Hynjin chuckles." I would really wanna see that."

"You were fucking Jisoo at the moment."

He just laughs at my comment. "So you and Minho?" He teases.

"No, nothing's up with me and Minho." I immediately say, rolling my eyes even though he can't see me.

"What about me?" Minho suddenly appears from down the hall and I almost drop my phone. His hands are in his sweats, a bored-looking expression all over his face as he walks toward me. I glance at him not knowing what to say and hold up a hand in front of his face, silently telling him to wait.

"Yeah sure." Hyunjin says, his voice dripping with irony.

"Really Hyunjin, nothing's up. I have to go now, have fun with Emma and Seungmin." I rashly say.

"Okay wow, rude. Fine but we'll talk about this another time." He says.

"Yeah yeah okay, bye now." I giggle and hang up. I turn to look at Minho, whose back is against the wall, his hands crossed in front of him and his face blank, simply staring at me. He's one of the people that I can never tell what they're thinking cause his face holds the same expression almost all the time. His eyes move around my face. From one eye to the other, down my lips, and back to my eyes again. He stares way too much.

"What do you want?." I speak up, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

He smiles to himself, noticing. "Were you talking about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, darling." I smile back at him innocently, using his line. His eyes drop to the ground, and the smile on his lips grows. "I was just explaining to Hyunjin what happened."

"So you were talking to Hyunjin about what happened with your abusive ex?" He grins at me.

My eyes widen at the tone of his voice and I look around to see if anyone heard him. "Keep your voice down. " I say through my teeth, stepping closer to him.

His hands come up to his mouth. "Shit sorry, I forgot none needs to know." The amusement mixed with irony that's written all over his face makes me want to punch him right in that perfectly straight nose of his.

Instead, I narrow my eyes at him. "I told you to forget what you saw.'"

Both of his eyebrows lift up for a second. "Well yeah, but you see, your situation is really interesting to me." He uncrosses one of his hands and brings one to his chin.

"I don't care what you're interested in Minho."

"You're so defensive." He shakes his head, that stupid smile never leaving his face.

"And you are so annoying." I snap back.

"You know most women that are in situations similar to yours try to defend their partner, it's a common symptom". He shrugs.

My hands turn into fists as I try to remain calm. "I'm going to hit you." I lower my voice, glaring at him.

"No really, tell me something" He pushes himself off the wall " Why haven't you said anything to anyone?" His face changes a bit, and the smile that was on his lips slowly starts fading. "Does he have anything on you or something?"

"Minho," I sigh "I just don't want to, drop it, you're pissing me off."

He looks to the left and takes a deep breath. I can see his jaw tightening as he shakes his head and then turns to look back at me. His eyes, suddenly harder than before.

"Stop being so weak, just tell me." He spits.

His words trigger me so much that I forget about Chan and Jisung, only a door down the hall and I raise my voice. "Excuse me?"

He releases a breath through his nose and shakes his head once again, probably regretting what he just said. " Forget it" He mutters and pushes my shoulder as he walks away.

I don't move, trying to control my anger and keep myself from dragging his ass back here and asking him what's his fucking problem. I don't care if he's bored or simply just wants to fuck with someone but my personal life is none of his goddamn business. He knows nothing about me or the situation and the fact that he judges me so easily makes me wanna smack him and cry at the same time. I shouldn't care, I shouldn't, he's none to me. What makes my eyes water though is the fact that his reaction is the same that everyone would probably have if they knew.

Weak. Stupid. Pitiful.

I remained in the hallway for a few minutes to cool down a bit before returning to the studio, Thankfully Minho was not there when I got back. I couldn't stay any longer. I quickly made an excuse, that I have to study and Chan offered to drive me home, leaving Jisung to work on editing some of the pieces that they recorded.

"Thanks for the help," Chan says as he pulls up to my apartment. "Jisung loved you" His smile is soft.

"I liked him too, he reminds me of Felix" I giggle.

"Um, yeah in a way I guess" I scratch the back of his neck.

'You're really close with them huh?"

"Yeah," He nods "They get me you know? Don't get me wrong I love our friend group, but having people that have the same dreams as me is really encouraging. We connected through our love for music."

"I can tell," I shrug, knowingly. "Even by the little I've seen you guys together, I can tell how close you have gotten."

"We're all close, obviously some more than others but we're definitely a team."

"Who are you referring to?" I ask.

"Um, you know how we're all close but Felix and I are a bit close? Or me and you? Or Hynjin and Emma?"

"Yeah." I laugh.

"Well, Jisung and Minho are like me and Felix" He smiles.

"None is like you and Felix." I smile back. Chan and Felix have a connection like no other, it's truly amazing.

"True." He grins. "But they are kinda like that too. Minho has been through some stuff and Jisung was there for him."

I hate the interest that sparks inside me at his words, but I can't help as the thought of the first time I saw him brushes through my mind. I never learned his story and why he said everything he said that night.

"What happened?" I decide to ask. He stayed a mystery for a year, maybe I can finally get an answer, but Chan shakes his head.

"That's not my story to tell. You should ask him yourself if you're interested. But I'm warning you, it's hard to get him to open up about anything."

"Open up?" I scoff. "I can't even say a word to him without him picking a fight."

"He can come off a bit cold at first." Chan struggles to find the right words.

"Rude is the right word, Chan." I correct him.

Chan sighs. "Do you want me to talk to him or something?"

"Oh no," I panic a bit. "It's fine"

"Okay." He pats my head.

"I have to go, thanks for driving me. " I grab my things and get out of his car.

"Goodnight princess" He waves at me, driving off.

[iamthepulta]

For that ask game I'd love to see a perspective flip of a scene from chapter 17, maybe from either mary or jamison's perspective :D Or a coffeehouse au would actually be a lot of fun, too. The Faire family business still sucks just as much but this time food service is involved lol

AHH THANK YOU!! GREAT IDEAS. I had to bang this out because I was so engrossed in what the hell might go through Mary's head. xD

If I get any ideas for the coffeehouse au, I'll do a snippet for that too!

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It was a lovely Tuesday morning. Miss Ellen Farswallow had sent her a calling card for the morning, which promised several delightful little cakes. Her cook specialized in sweetmeats and Ellen loved showing them off.

Mary was just about to pass into the upper class neighborhoods when a little urchin ran up to her, coal-faced and snotty-nosed. Mary yelped and swung her purse when he reached for her sleeve. "Beat it, waif!"

The kid startled. "Mam, yer the O'Tylle fer Fairweather'n Co?"

Mary sighed, the sound sharp with annoyance. "Do you have a message?"

"yessm-"

"Out with it."

He fidgeted awkwardly. "Uh- 'n Arth'r Faire wantsum. At Reysighl'ys'."

Mary sighed again. "Did he pay you? Truth now."

"No, m'm."

She tossed him a penny. "Now fuck off. And don't go grabbbing women's arms."

He scrambled away.

The cafe where Arthur was supposedly waiting wasn't far, but it was close to her residence and Mary grew more irritated from backtracking fifteen minutes on her day off. That was one thing she didn't like about Arthur; he had a terrible precedent for respecting time.

She slipped into the cafe. He'd taken a seat in the back, and she primly removed her bonnet before sliding into the seat. He hadn't gotten her a cup of tea either, which wasn't necessary because it wouldn't been cold by the time she arrived, but the bad manners needled.

"I know I look like I don't get out much, Arthur, but I do try and today is one of the few days where I do get to try, and you've called me here why?"

She'd been imprudent, and it was deeply satisfying to see the muscles in Arthur's jaw twitch. He set his coffee down. "Otto isn't ready."

"And… This concerns me why?"

He sighed and leaned forward. It was his pose of request. Unpleasant. "Send a letter to O'Malley about it when you're back in the office, please. It doesn't need to be immediate."

"Aren't you going back to the office?"

"I-"

He hesitated. For a split second his eyes flickered toward the bar, and then his composure reformed. His lips pursed. "No."

This was the difference between her and Westlie, Mary thought. She knew how to read him. Requests were as close as he'd come to asking for help; which made them a treatise of equal partnership. He didn't want opinions, he wanted acknowledgement of this problem which was so important he'd dragged her halfway across West London to deal with it.

Arthur Faire had his pride, and she had her own. She eyed him with mild annoyance. "Why?"

"Is that any of your business?"

Typical Arthur response. Well, if you don't want to tell me, Old Man, go figure it out yourself. "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Well." She pushed back her chair and lightly tapped the rim of his empty cup. "I think - if you cared what I think - you should go write the damn letter yourself." She curtsied politely. "Have a good day, Captain."

The cafe door shut behind her and she took a second to admire how regally she'd swept out of the situation. Sure, she'd write his letter if he didn't get around to it, but more importantly, it was a pity neither of Arthur's daughters had turned out like her or Relia. She'd met her several times. They ran in similar, if not concentric circles, and while she wasn't friends with the woman, it was easy to see why people liked her. She was a macaroon. Beautiful, delicious, and without much substance.

And likewise, Arthur was quite a simple man. There was a certain… standard, Mary mused, as she made her way back towards her original destination, that one had to maintain if one desired to stay… competitive in London. And while Westlie was very clever - she'd give her that much - somehow neither Arthur nor Relia had passed down their intuit for class.

It was funny really; at this rate she had more chance of inheriting Fairweather than Westlie. And to be clear, that had never been her goal. Westlie was just so incongruously bad at it that Arthur's faith eroded with every step she took.

Mary sighed longsufferingly and glanced at her watch. Quarter after the original time. Well, she was a working woman. Miss Ellen Farswallow and her little cakes would have to have patience.

[arcanekai]

Freedom | Kaedehara Kazuha X Platonic! Reader

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Summary: Stand alone spin off from Dear Detective. Kazuha doesn't know what to do about his soulmate mark, he gets some advise from his senpai at work.

cw: Modern Au, Soulmate Au

an: I had this idea in the works for a while, might turn it into a Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! Reader spin off.

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For someone who doesn't care all that much about meeting his soulmate, Kaedehara Kazuha seemed pretty interested in his own soulmate tattoo recently.  He believed that people should be able to choose who they love and not let fate decide otherwise.  So why was he looking so intently at it?  He was pondering if he should get his tattoo removed.  After hearing what happened to his childhood and best friend Shikanoin Heizou, Kazuha was concerned with this whole soulmate ordeal.  It has caused nothing but pain to his friend and to so many other people, so why does this thing even exist?  

Should he just go through with it and get it removed so this burden can be lifted off him?  He doesn’t want to feel guilty for denying his soulmate of this once in a lifetime chance as it isn’t his decision to do so, but at the same time isn't that his decision too?   It was all very frustrating for Kazuha as he never really thought too much about it.  Kazuha frowns at the tattoo on his right wrist which never got this much attention to begin with, always being covered by bandages. 

"So Kazuha, what's got you so down in the dumps?" 

Kazuha looks where the voice came from and there stands his boss, Beidou.  The owner of the Alcor, a Cafe/bar that is quite popular in Liyue.  

"It is nothing too important, besides we have to open the shop soon." replied the platinum blonde. 

"Oh really?  I'm sure the customers won't mind if we open a little later. Besides, if my most popular employee doesn't have his signature smile, how would the customers feel?" 

Kazuha's face was slowly tinting pink from embarrassment.  Kazuha knows that there are a couple of regular customers that like to chat with him when he is working the counter, but poor Kazuha is a little dense when it comes to flirting.  There were a couple of times when people flirted with him, but Kazuha didn't know it was directed to him because the majority of the time he was with Tomo and he is much more popular.  So being called popular was something Kazuha could never get used to.  He liked being in the background and observing nature.  Being in the limelight was more Tomo's speed. 

"Are you picking favorites?  How could you?"

Kazuha looked over his shoulder to see his senpai.  They had a shocked and hurt expression on their face that soon turned into a grin. 

"And here I thought I was going to be missed.  So, are we opening shop or what?" 

"Yeah yeah, I'm on it.  We're going to continue this conversation later through Kazuha." Beidou said with a laugh as she walked toward the double doors. 

"Come on, are you going to help me or what?" his senpai said while motioning with their hand to follow them. 

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With his shift finally over, Kazuha let out a large sigh.  The mornings were always hectic, but today was especially busy.  Another sign escapes his lips as his senpai walks through the break room doors.  

"So, what's on your mind?" they ask as they take a seat across from him.  "And none of that 'I'm fine, it's nothing' bullshit.  I've known you long enough to know when you're lying."

"...What do you think of soulmate tattoos?"

"hmm, well for starters, I was born with one, but my parents had it removed when I was a kid because they thought it was best if I didn't have one.  Something along the lines of not wanting fate to decide my life and letting me choose how I want to live, to love.  So, I guess I don't really care too much about them."

"So you have no idea who your soulmate is?  Would you want to meet them?" 

"Nope, and I'm keeping it that way because I have no need for one.  Besides I got the tattoo and string removed, so I'm a free soul.  Why the sudden curiosity?" 

"... My friend recently broke up with their soulmate after they cheated on him.  I was just wondering if I should get mine removed in case something like that happens to me.  However, I can't just deny my soulmate's existence an-"

"Kazuha"

He looked up and saw his senpai's face.  Empathy and concern written all over their face. 

"You shouldn't base this decision solely on being afraid of heartbreak.  I know it's not an easy thing to deal with, but you should be making this decision because you want it.  Your decision is your choice and you don't need to know what your soulmate thinks about it.  It's your body and you get to decide what you want to do with it.  I don't want to sway your decision, but it's your life."

Kazuha looked down at his tattoo again and smiled, 

"...thanks, I needed to hear that. I think I know what I want to do now."

"That's good to hear, but I did not expect you to come to a decision so quickly." his senpai chuckled while standing up from their chair.  

"Well, I think that's enough serious talk for one day.  Are you going to head home soon?" 

"Yeah, oh but there is one thing I was wondering about.  You mentioned it briefly earlier.  How do you remove the red string of fate?" 

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Stepping out of the shop and onto the sidewalk, a light breeze blowing in the wind, Kazuha looked up to the sky and smiled. 

Freedom never felt so good. 

[smileysuh]

puppy love

🌙 staring. mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Mingyu is stuck in the puppy love phase, he can’t get enough of you, and can’t seem to grow out of it either- luckily, as your Black Lab Hybrid, he never needs to.

cw/ tw.  hybrid classism mentioned, body worship, praise, “pretty girl”, oral, fingering, insatiable Gyu, switch!Gyu, gentle choking, hybrid ear sensitivity, two givers fighting over who gets to give, clothed sex, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. hybrid au, established relationship, black lab!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. soft boy 💕

It’s springtime, and the street is abustle with people and floral scents that capture the black lab hybrid’s attention while he waits patiently at the cafe with his best friend. 

Seokmin is just as distracted by those passing by as Mingyu is, but every now and again his eyes drop to the tulips wrapped in simple newspaper that are set on the table in front of them. 

“Is there a special occasion?” he asks, curiosity finally getting the better of him. “For the flowers?”

“No,” Mingyu responds, drinking the last of his coffee and eying the small present he’d picked out for you. “She just likes flowers.” 

Just then, you turn the corner, coming into view, as your diligent puppy of a hybrid had known you would, and it’s as if time slows. 

You’ve always been beautiful, but there’s something about the way you hold yourself in the spring- “She was why poetry was invented,” Mingyu whispers, “to describe girls like her.”

Seokmin is equally as transfixed by you- and he simply nods in agreement, eyes lingering on your form before shifting to the man next to you - your cousin, Jeonghan. 

The black lab and golden retriever hybrids stand at attention for you and the man carrying your bags of shopping items-

“You would have hated it,” your cousin says to his hybrid while passing your bags over to Mingyu, “the perfume department even made me sick today.”

Your sharp smelling hybrids prefer to wait outside on days when you go shopping with your cousin, and neither Seokmin nor Mingyu mind waiting at the cafe, in fact, they have the option not to even come on these fashion outings- but they always do, because your hybrids stick to you like glue.

“I got these for you,” Mingyu says, pulling the tulips out from behind his back to present them to you.

Your cousin rolls his eyes, making a gagging noise while you wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck and press your lips to his-

It’s been two years since your rich, hybrid activist family took in the black lab that’s taken over your life, and in those two years, Jeonghan has uttered the phrase a billion times- 

“Puppy love.”

He hates it, but god damn is it cute. 

Mingyu had hardly been able to keep his hands to himself during the elevator ride up to your apartment- and when the doors had opened, you’d darted out, leaving your puppy hybrid in your dust with your shopping bags in his hands-

Of course, he’d caught you just as you’d gotten to your front door, as you’d know he would.

He’s kissing you before you’re even fully inside your home, somehow managing to toss the bags down, close the door behind him, and wrap you up in his arms all in a matter of seconds.

“Mingyu-” you laugh, pulling your lips away from his so you can look at the ceiling- “my flowers-” you giggle even more when your lover responds by hiking you up higher on his hips, forcing your legs around him now while taking long steps towards the kitchen- 

“We’ll get you-” he groans while pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, “a vase-”

Your diligent lab gets you close enough to the cupboard that you can open it and remove a glass jar for the tulips, all while continuing to tease your throat with his tongue and his teeth-

“Now water,” you command him- but instead, Mingyu takes you to the island countertop in the center of your kitchen, and a moment later, your black lab hybrid is setting you down on the cool marble.

“I’ll do the rest,” he tells you, putting one hand on your throat to stop you from getting up. “I got them for you, so I'll do the rest.” 

His touch is gentle as it moves down your chest, between your breasts- and then Mingyu pulls away from you, collecting the jar and the tulips. 

You take a deep breath, trying to relax against the cool countertop while you watch your boyfriend’s broad shoulders- he looks so good in white dress shirts. And his fluffy ears are almost lost in the dark, pretty curls on his head- 

Then there’s the way his shoulders slim down to his waist- and the dress pants that accentuate his bum- and then there’s his tail- 

God, Mingyu is so fucking hot- you can’t believe the bullshit about hybrid rights- 

He hardly even “looks” like a hybrid half the time- and you’ve seen him fool a few people on the street before, girls who come up to talk to him before noticing the fluffy ear tufts sticking out of his hair-

You hate the way people treat him like lesser, and you feel a pang of guilt in your stomach that prompts you to sit up. “What if I wanna put the flowers in the vase?”

Mingyu looks over his shoulder at you while the jar fills with water, a grin on his face. “Stop it,” he tuts, “let me do this for you.”

“Can I do something for you after though?” you question, leaning back on your palms, which are flat to the counter, your feet kicking absentmindedly at the air while you impatiently wait for Mingyu to come back to you.

“Something like what?” Mingyu asks, tone low and playful- but he doesn’t look back at you this time, his eyes stay focused on adjusting the Tulips into the jar he’s working on-

“Something like…” you slowly shift off of the countertop, all but leaping at Mingyu’s back to wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek into his back, “Something like making you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” Mingyu tells you, turning in your arms.

“But I want to make you feel extra good,” you pout, adjusting your form so you can brush your fingers through his pretty curls, nails scratching at the base of a fuzzy ear-

Mingyu groans at the feeling, eyes closing in enjoyment while his hands find your hips to tug you closer to his front-

“You know what you could do for me?” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips that has your heart racing.

“What?” you continue to massage his right ear, peppering Mingyu’s under jaw in kisses-

“You could show me the things you bought with your cousin,” your hybrid lover says softly. “I hate that stores are too overwhelming for me to go in with you most days- and I want to see you all dolled up.”

Jeonghan has a reputation for treating family members to expensive shopping sprees, and Mingyu knows that any day with your cousin results in extra nice additions to your closet. 

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” you tease, looking up at Mingyu with an endeared expression.

“It’s not everything,” Mingyu tells you, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb by your cheekbone, cupping at your face lovingly, “but it’s a start.”

“Okay then,” you give in, letting go of your boyfriend in favour of grabbing your bags from where he’d discarded them by the door, “one fashion show coming up.”

Your boyfriend picks up the vase, and you hear his soft footfalls as he follows you through the apartment to your bedroom. 

“Can I put these on your desk?” he asks, narrowing in on one of the nicest locations to display the pretty flowers.

“Of course, baby,” you respond with a wave of your hand, heading into your walk in closet with your goodie bags. “You can put them anywhere you want- and I’ll just take a minute to get changed.”

“I’ll be here waiting,” Mingyu says happily, setting the flowers down before sitting on the foot of your bed.

He’s such a good, patient puppy. 

You have three outfits to show Mingyu, and you decide to show the prettiest new item last, knowing that the slow build up of cuteness in each fit will drive your boyfriend wild.

When you step out of your closet, your boyfriend eagerly eats you up with his eyes, focusing on the denim that’s pulled tight across your bum-

“You look amazing,” Mingyu tells you, holding his hand out for you while continuing to look your body up and down. “Do a spin for me?” he asks once you’ve joined him by the bed, and you concede immediately.

“Do you like the jeans?” you ask, doing a little twirl for your lover.

Mingyu’s hands settle on your hips, stopping you mid-spin with your back to him, and he lets out a deep groan. “I love these jeans.” 

He releases you with a light smack to your bum that has you giggling and dancing away, “Second outfit?”

“Second outfit,” he confirms. “Please tell me you don’t have like- ten.”

“Just two more, I promise… be patient” you grin, shutting yourself into the closet while you get changed again. 

When you exit the closet this time, you’re in a look that’s more business and less casual; Mingyu sits up straighter, swallowing thickly. 

“Wow,” he breathes, taking in the dress pants and vest shirt Jeonghan had picked out for you. “You look…”

“Gorgeous?” you suggest, allowing Mingyu to pull you between his knees again. “Perfect? Ethereal?” you continue to tease while he spins you around, but unlike last time, when he stops you with two hands on your hips, you’re facing him.

The big hybrid stands, and in that one shift he goes from looking up at you, to towering over your form. 

“I was going to say,” Mingyu breathes, brushing his fingers over your collarbone to fix the simple gold heart necklace there, “you look good enough to eat.”

“Don’t I always?” you laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before darting out of his grasp, “but you’ll have to wait, I have one more thing to show you.”

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance, sitting on the foot of the bed again, but he doesn’t say a word of protest- 

This man would go to the end of the earth for you if you asked him to… luckily, the most you ask is for him to wait a few minutes before blowing your back out.

“You know,” you say, tugging on your third outfit, “you’re the one who wanted me to do a fashion show.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t consider the fact that I'd want to tear all the new things off of you.”

“You never consider that part,” you smile to yourself, zipping up the back of your dress. “Are you ready for the final outfit?”

“Are you ready for me to tear it off of you?” comes his quick retort, which earns your hybrid a giggle from the girl he adores most in the world.

“Only if you promise to be gentle-” you tell him, stepping out of the walk in to present yourself to your boyfriend, “it cost more than I care to admit.”

“Holy shit-” Mingyu whispers, jaw dropping as his eyes take in the pretty dress- “I mean,” he swallows thickly, “you look…” he trails off, standing and holding his hands out for you, and he shakes his head, a loss for words. “You look…” he tries again once he has you in his arms, and he touches your hands delicately-

“I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls,” you say, referring to the girls your cousin has dated. He’s always had an eye for cutesy thing, and the poofy, tulle, baby doll dress you’re in is definitely something up Jeonghan’s alley- 

But by the way Mingyu is reacting to you, literally speechless, you can see now that this style is up your boyfriend’s alley too. 

“Are you going to answer me?” you tease, skin heating with embarrassment at having Mingyu’s full attention- 

You’re used to having his full attention, but usually Mingyu’s big on talking, he’s big on praises and whispering sweet nothings that calm your anxious mind-

But right now, he’s quiet, and it’s not something you have any experience with. 

“Baby?” you ask, trying to catch his eye while he gently prompts you to spin for him. 

“Hmm?” he meets your gaze for a moment before it’s drifting back down to the dress.

“I said,” you let go of Mingyu’s hand in favour of pressing your palms flat to his shoulders, leaning up to get closer to the tall hybrid, “I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls.”

“Prettier,” your boyfriend tells you, reaching down- in one quick motion he tosses you onto the bed, assessing your sprawled out form with hungry eyes, “so much prettier.” 

“Yeah?” you tease, grabbing at the silky fabric and lifting it to expose more of your bare thighs.

“Uh huh.” Mingyu drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, and the one of his large hands clasps around your ankle. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, dragging you towards him while you squeal with delight, “so so pretty-”

“Gyu-” his name leaves your lips as he begins kissing up your calf, pulling you closer and closer- 

“And look at your pretty panties-” your boyfriend groans when they’re exposed by your dress bunching at your hips. he turns and presses his face into your inner thigh, taking a deep breath- “you wore my favourites.”

He’s always had a thing for white thongs- the kind of panties you’d wear to be married in- and you don’t mind catering to his kinks-

He’d told you once that it was one thing to be able to smell how wet you are, but another to be able to see it seeping through fabric, making your panties translucent with your need for him-

“I told you, I wanted to make you feel good today,” you explain, words breathy as you try to calm your racing heart- having Mingyu this close to your pussy always has your body reacting, and a muscle in your thigh jumps, eager to close around his head-

“But I want to make you feel good,” Mingyu protests, large hands snaking up to grab your waist, dragging you the final few inches to his mouth- you an feel his hot breath through your thong and it sends a tingle through you - “You’ll let me make you feel good, right?”

“Only-” you stifle a groan when your lover presses his tongue against your panties, keeping the fabric in the way so you can feel him, but you can’t feel all of him- “only if you let me return the favour.”

“After,” Mingyu promises before tugging your thong to the side with two fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit-

“Gyu!” you gasp at the contact, reaching down to gain hold of his hair- and you brush by a fuzzy ear in the process, earning a growl that goes straight through your core- “please-”

Mingyu eats you out like no one ever has before. He licks at you like you’re the last lollipop in a world that worships candy, and he’s a hundred percent intent of getting every last bit of your sugar coating his tongue-

And the hands that anchor your hips to the bed make it impossible to wiggle away, they keep  you exactly where Mingyu wants you, and he diligently works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

His long tongue prods at your entrance before pushing in, and you let out a gasp of pleasure, running your thumb over Mingyu’s ear while getting a better grip on his head- 

Your motion only eggs Mingyu on, and he growls again, grinding his nose into your clit while he tongue fucks you, lapping at your walls-

“Oh my god-” you whimper, closing your eyes as your muscles tense, coiling at the oncoming high that is going to crash into you at any moment-

The man between your legs shifts suddenly, returning to your clit with a ferocity that matches the two fingers that easily slip into your wet heat- 

God, the sounds of slurping fill the room-

“Mingyu!” you scream his name as your orgasm takes over, legs quivering around his head, toes curling, back arching, nails scraping against his ear-

“Fuck-” he groans, sending vibrations through your oversensitive body, earning even more whimpers of ecstasy- your sounds are like music to Mingyu, and he continues to eat you out, giving you everything he has- until you’re shaking.

Mingyu likes it when he makes you quiver from how good things feel-

He likes it when pretty little tears of pleasure roll down your cheek, leaving salty tracks he can trace with his tongue later-

When your boyfriend looks up at you, finally pulling away from your heat with a wet pop, he’s met with one of his favourite views in the whole entire world.

Your chest is heaving, eyes closed, and Mingyu knows there’s not one single thought going through that pretty little head of yours. 

No, you’re big head empty- overwhelmed by the sensations running through your body- the endorphins- 

And Mingyu would be lying if he said he wasn’t just as affected by your orgasm- sure, maybe not in the same way; his cock is pressing painfully hard against the front of his pants, yet to find release- but there’s something about the way your smell perfumes the room after he’s made you cum-

Your hybrid’s nose twitches, and he takes a deep breath, standing before casting his eyes to the flowers by the window momentarily.

He can smell the tulips too, and the notes of floral match the perfume you’d applied to your skin earlier, before meeting Jeonghan. 

Maybe that’s why he likes springtime so much, Mingyu realizes, as he allows himself to be surrounded by scents that remind him of you.

Or maybe, it’s the cute outfits, he thinks, casting his eyes down to your body, which is still covered in the pretty little dress you’d bought-

He’d noticed the glossiness of the fabric before, but now that he’s towering over you, he can see how thin the material truly is-

Your nipples press up against the tight band that covers your chest, and Mingyu licks his lips with interest. 

The bed dips when Mingyu sets one knee onto it, and your eyes finally flutter apart, looking up at him with a haziness while your mouth opens to speak- 

“Mingyu?” you ask, allowing the hybrid to gently cover your body with his own, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to pull him closer-

“Yeah?” his lips find your neck, and he suckles on your sweet spot, earning a gasp  of pleasure and a tug at one of his ears. “Hey,” he groans, hips grinding down against your own.

“I said I wanna make you feel good,” you remind him, continuing to play with his ear, scratching at the base-

“Not-” he moans, body quivering before he pulls away from your neck and out of your reach, “not like that.”

You look up at your boyfriend, blinking, “but-”

“We haven’t even got your dress off yet,” Mingyu reminds you, playfully swatting at the hands that attempt to grab at his ears again, “if you keep touching me like that- it’s going to be embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” you pause, cocking your head at the man who’s skin is beginning to flush a pretty pink colour- 

“I don’t want to cum yet,” Mingyu says with a sigh, shifting onto his knees, “not when there’s still so much I want to do to you first-”

“Like what?” you ask, sitting up in an attempt to get closer to him-

“I really wanna take this dress off of you for starters- but at the same time-” Mingyu rolls the two of you suddenly - now he’s the one below you - and his hands find the puffy tulle of your dress, “I want to enjoy the look of you a little longer.”

“The look of me?” you grin, adjusting the way you’re straddling your lovers waist. 

“Yeah,” Mingyu breathes, pulling at some of the fabric that had been pinned between your bodies. He smoothes the dress before removing his hands and simply assessing you with eyes full of adoration. “You look so pretty.”

“You keep saying that,” you tell him, running your hand up his chest before wrapping it around his neck, applying the slightest of pressures while leaning over your boyfriend, bringing your lips next to his ear, “but your dick’s still not in me.”

“You’re so-” Mingyu groans, grabbing at your waist with fingers that dig through the dress, his hips pushing up to meet your own- 

“I’m so…” you trail off, waiting for him to continue.

“Insatiable,” Mingyu growls, prompting you to sit up again, your hands flat on his chest to keep your boyfriend down while you look into his lust filled eyes.

“Me?” you laugh. “You could hardly keep your hands to yourself in the elevator.”

“I have an excuse,” Mingyu tells you, brushing your hands from his form so he can sit up, cupping your face while he assesses your expression, burning it into his memory.

“An excuse?” you prompt, finding the buttons at the front of Mingyu’s shirt while you quirk an eye brow in curiosity.

“Yeah,” your hybrid swallows thickly, his own fingers pushing the puffy sleeves of your dress off your shoulders- he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your racing pulse point, and he murmurs the next words against your skin, “Puppy love.”

“A fabulous excuse,” you laugh, but the sound quickly turns into a whine when Mingyu tugs the front of your dress down just enough to get your breasts out, his lips attaching to one nipple while he captures the other between his thumb and pointer- “Gyu!”

You do what you almost always do when Mingyu hits you with sudden pleasurable stimulation- you lace your fingers through his curls, paying special attention to his ears-

The groan that leaves your boyfriend as he tears his head away from your chest has your pussy fluttering with excitement, and Mingyu narrows his eyes at you. 

“Sorry, I just-”

“You like teasing me,” he states.

“You’re the one teasing me!” you insist, laughing and pushing at his shoulders.

“Am not,” Mingyu says with the same stubborn tone, capturing your wrists in one hand- which only succeeds in accentuating your breasts, which are now pushed together between your arms- 

Your hybrid puppy is easily distracted, and he releases your wrists just as quickly as he’d ensnared them, mouth immediately latching onto your sensitive nipple-

“See?” you groan, doing your best to grab onto his shoulders instead of his ears- “you’re teasing me.” 

“No, I’m enjoying you,” Mingyu insists, mouth hot on your skin.

With a sigh, you snake one of your hands between your bodies, grabbing at the cock pressing up against his pants-

“Hey!” Mingyu groans, gently biting at your nipple in warning.

“What? I’m enjoying you,” you tease, repeating his earlier words. “Are you sure you won’t let me make you feel good? I really want to.” 

It’s the final straw, and Mingyu breaks, taking a shuddery breath to ground himself before going into motion. The large lab hybrid flips the two of you easily, and he manhandles you into a head down, ass up position in record speed. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, lifting the dress to expose your ass and the pretty thong he hadn’t bothered to get rid of when he’d eaten you out. He tears your panties down your legs next, letting them get caught at your knees before his hands smooth over the expanse of your bum.

“I want you,” comes your needy response, and you wiggle your ass at him in an effort to entice your boyfriend-

You succeed. 

Even without hybrid senses, you’re able to hear Mingyu’s fly being unzipped, and you let out a pleasured hum of anticipation, relaxing your cheek against the duvet. “I want you so bad” you whisper, “so bad-”

“Now who has to be patient?” your boyfriend teases, echoing what you’d said to him earlier.

“Well, you told me you were going to rip this dress off, and I’m still wearing it,” you respond. 

“Because you look so pretty in it-” Mingyu says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. “My pretty little princess-”

You should have known the puff dress would have this effect on him- your boyfriend’s always had an affinity for when you get dressed up in girly outfits- but he’s never left your cute clothes on while fucking you- 

And he usually takes things much faster than this- often you’re the one reminding your insatiable boyfriend to slow down, so to have him showing control today- it feels a little… off. 

Something feels different, and you can’t put your finger on it. 

“Baby?” you ask, just as he presses the head of his cock against your wet entrance-

“Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Better than okay,” he responds lowly, rubbing himself between your pussy lips before pressing in-

You both take shuddery breaths at the feeling, and two large hands find your waist, pulling you back to the hips that push toward you-

“Are you okay?” he asks once he’s fully sheathed in your core, his body stilling while your core adjusts to the large, familiar intrusion. 

“Yeah, I just-” you’re cut off by a moan that tumbles out of you when Mingyu shifts his hips, shallowly thrusting into you- “mmm, feels so good-”

Mingyu loves that you worry about him, loves that you’ve picked up on the non verbal cues- you’re always able to read him, whether it’s sensing that his pre-rut is about to start a day early, or pointing out a change in one of his plans-

He had been planning on stripping you naked, as he’d said he would, but when you’d come out in your pretty, light pink puff dress- he’d been so struck by your beauty and when the thought, ‘is this what you’d look like on your wedding day?’ ran through Mingyu’s brain, he’d become transfixed.

He’d wanted to enjoy the sight of you, to take his time- and he hadn’t been able to find the will in himself to take the dress off of your body- no matter how much he loves your naked form-

Looking down at you now, your pretty puff dress pushed up to your waist, his cock buried deep in your cunt- all Mingyu can think, as his hips snap harder and faster- is ‘wife, wife, wife-’

A word that’s always brought conflicted emotions for the hybrid, who knows how taboo official marriage between people like him and people like you can be-

You don’t care. He knows you don’t. In fact, last year, when legislation had gone into place that finally allowed hybrid/human weddings, your family had thrown a big party, and you were more overtly happy about it than half the hybrids at the event-

Because they’d known what you hadn’t clued into- 

They’d known what Mingyu knows now, as he fucks you into your mattress, fuelled by a love as big and boundless as any human’s- that regardless of a piece of paper that ‘allows’ Mingyu to get you a ring - if he wanted to - there’s still a long way to go in terms of hybrid rights and actual acceptance. 

Mingyu tries not to think about this sort of thing too often, but how can he not think about making you his wife while you’re dressed like this- moaning for his cock- begging for him to go faster- 

He wants to go faster- god he wants to-

He wants to hit every milestone- he wants to get you a ring, wants to get down on one knee, wants to lift you off the ground and kiss you till you’re breathless when you say yes- he wants to move out of this apartment with the money he makes working at your family’s hybrid rights focused law firm and get you a house, with a yard, where he can fuck you under the stars and plant pretty flowers to make you smile-

He wants it all, and he wants it with you.

The position he’s in, however, is a bit of a mind fuck for the hybrid. Because on one hand, with your face buried in the pillows, you can’t play with his sensitive ears, and Mingyu can almost forget about the tail that brushes by his foot every now and again, he can almost feel like a ‘normal’ guy- but on the other hand, he literally has you in doggy-

“Gyu-” you whine loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets- “I wanna see you-”

No amount of internalized hybrid shame will ever get in the way of Mingyu adhering to your needs - not when they’re so clearly verbalized - and your lover concedes, pulling out of your core and flipping you onto your back, tearing your panties off before burying himself in your wet heat once more.

You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s shoulders, pressing your lips to his in fevered, needy kisses, and your boyfriend eats up your moans. 

When you tilt your head to the side, gasping for air, Mingyu moves his mouth to your neck, teeth scraping your skin-

Mingyu also doesn’t usually mark you either.

Or at least, he hasn’t since the first three months when you started taking your friendship with the black Labrador hybrid to the next step-

You stifle a groan when Mingyu adjusts your leg on his hip, spreading you out in a way that has him pushing into you even deeper-

“Gyu-” you whimper his name, “I love you-”

Your boyfriend growls against your neck, and you feel the vibration bubble from his chest, which is pressed to your own, separated by two layers of fabric you’re kicking yourself for not discarding now-

“I love you more,” Mingyu insists, cupping your face in one large hand while slanting his mouth against yours with a newfound fervor. 

“Nuh uh,” you fight back, wrapping Mingyu tighter in your own embrace, “me more.”

“No,” the curly haired angel above you laughs, thrusting into you even harder to accentuate his next words, which come out as more of a growl, “me more.” 

“I’m gonna-”

“Me too-”

You let out a whine as your orgasm builds, and you can’t help yourself anymore, hands flying for Mingyu’s hair, weaving in his curls and latching onto one of his ears-

Your boyfriend groans loudly, a shiver running up his body as his thrusts get as wild as ever, your bed hitting the wall noisily with each powerful motion of his hips-

He kisses you when he cums, the sweetest of sounds escaping him while your own core clamps onto his cock, milking him of everything he’s got. 

You continue to toy with his left ear until Mingyu’s all but panting from the stimulation, hips coming to a stop. He pulls his mouth away from yours, looking down at you with pretty parted lips and eyes that still kind of say ‘fuck me.’

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, cupping at your boyfriend’s face with concern. “You don’t usually mark my neck- did I do something wrong today?”

“No, of course not,” Mingyu nearly laughs at the notion, taking a deep breath and adjusting the way he’s laying on top of you- your legs refuse to let go of his hips, and he knows better than to fight you on this- post sex cuddles are a ritual, and he’s not about to run away now because he’s feeling a little insecure. “You didn’t do anything wrong-” he tells you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Mingyu loves the way you give him talking space, staying quiet to give him full reign to collect his messy thoughts. 

“Seeing you in this dress just- I don’t know,” he leans, planting more open mouthed kisses on your throat that have you giggling and pushing at his chest, “it just made me think of things.”

“Things?” you prompt, playful fingers finding the buttons at the front of his shirt that you’d never actually managed to finish undoing. “Things like…”

“I don’t know,” Mingyu sighs, adjusting the pretty necklace that had fallen into the hollow of your collarbone. 

“Sure you don’t,” you tease, cupping at his face again. 

He won’t meet your eyes.

“Does this have anything to do with, oh, I don’t know,” you sigh, “legislation that’s gone into place in the past year or so?”

Now Mingyu looks at you, and the expression on his face tells you that you’ve made a bull’s eye. 

Your heart lurches, and his name falls from your lips; “Gyu-”

“I know you’re a big fan of the new laws but-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head and looking down again, focusing on your necklace.

“But…” 

“But one law doesn’t change anything,” Mingyu says finally. “Yeah, it’s legal now- legal for me to see you in a dress like this- to have you walk down the aisle- to do our vows- but people still look down on it- people still judge-” 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns at you.

“Yeah, so what if they judge?” you question. “A lot of them are hypocritical assholes anyways- you know as well as I do that hybrid human relationships are at an all time high- and I’m not just talking about the old way of things- I’m talking about real relationships- like ours- you can’t tell me you don’t love me-”

“It’s puppy love-” Mingyu brushes it off, as Jeonghan always does-

You laugh in shock before turning more serious, “You know it’s not though, right?”

He refuses to respond.

“Mingyu,” you say his name gently, rubbing the pad of your thumb across his cheek, “you know Jeonghan is just joking when he says puppy love- it’s a joke- because the way we feel about each other never changes- it’s stuck in the honeymoon phase.”

“The honeymoon phase,” the hybrid pressing your body into the mattress repeats.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Mingyu, I love you. My feelings aren’t ever going to change-”

“Mine aren’t either.”

“Then it’s not just puppy love, and I wish you’d be less hard on yourself.” You brush your fingers through his hair, allowing your boyfriend to rest against your neck before gently tracing the shell of his fluffy ear- which earns you a groan of pleasure and a gentle bite at your throat. 

“Besides,” you continue, “in some countries, they have common law too,” you remind him. “So when places like the States and Canada passed their hybrid marriage legislation, according to common law, many of the couples, who’d already been living together as such for many years, became immediately recognized as practically married-”

“But we’re not there, we’re here.”

“All I’m saying, is that- regardless of any stupid ways the government may try to control it- there is no law that dictates love. Last year, before the new article was passed, if you’d have asked me to marry you, I still would have said yes.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh,” you insist. “They could try to throw me in jail if they wanted- but hey! The law does exist now, and trust me Gyu- it’s not going anywhere.”

“You really think so?” he asks, as the fear that the government would harshly take back the legislation with no warning and punish those who’d used it has definitely crossed his mind on numerous occasions.

“Trust me,” you repeat, looking into his eyes. “The world is changing for the better, and if you don’t want to get married ever, because of any reason, that’s okay too-”

“I do,” Mingyu blurts out, fixated on the way your expression immediately lights up.

“You do?”

“Of course-” now it’s his turn to laugh at you, “you have to know how much I’d love to marry you-”

“Then do it!” you taunt him, smiling as big as he’s ever seen you smile. “And no changing your mind like you did when you told me you were going to take off my dress, because this thing is getting very uncomfortable-”

Mingyu immediately lifts himself off of you, reaching a hand under your back to undo the zipper-

“What are you doing?” you laugh at the new spark that’s flared in your boyfriend’s eye.

“Following through,” Mingyu tells you as he removes the dress from your body, leaving you fully naked.

“Again?” you ask in shock, pussy still recovering from the pounding you’d just taken- in fact, you can feel his cum starting to drip out of you-

“Yeah,” Mingyu tears off his own shirt next, and your fingers twitch with the need to touch him, pulling him into a kiss that’s broken by the hybrid’s inability to keep from smiling. He looks down at you with brown irises that make you melt, “it’s not every day your girlfriend agrees to marry you.”

“I’ve been throwing myself at you all year waiting for this-” you protest with a laugh. “Who would have known all it would take is a near-white dress-”

Perhaps the man who’d picked it out for you… the cousin who’d watched you and your boyfriend with the fond term ‘puppy love’ on his lips… the cousin who’s closest confidant is Mingyu’s best friend. 

“Jeonghan,” both you and Mingyu groan in unison, and your boyfriend looks to the dress that he’d removed from your body, sitting all pretty in a puff on the floor. 

“Your cousin scares me,” Mingyu tells you, and the sentiment makes you laugh, pulling the hybrid into your embrace.

“He’s a little bit of an evil genius,” you admit, “still want to marry into the family?”

Your boyfriend smiles against your lips. “You couldn’t chase me away if you tried.”

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[all-about-kyu]

Pairing: angel!Jeno x gn demon!reader

Genre: smut, forbidden love au

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: language, religious themes

Smut Warnings: sub!Jeno, corruption kink, teasing, handjob

Word Count: 536

requested by; @raibebe <3

for The Cafe request event

Summary: You know you’re everything he shouldn’t want, he does too. That doesn’t stop you though.

“Was it worth it little angel?” you ask with a faux saccharine tone.

Having Jeno beneath you was always a sight to behold. The way he fell apart from any touch you laid on his skin, the way he absolutely crumbled when you spoke, it was some sort of euphoria for you. At the current moment, you have him pinned down against your bed. His face contorted in pleasure as you slowly stroked his cock. Small moans escape his lips each time you move the slightest bit faster. His halo was slightly crooked above his head, still glowing bright pale gold color. His wings are bright white, another stark contrast to where you live—each time his body jerks in pleasure his wings do as well. He lets out a loud whine when you altogether remove your hands from his body.

“I asked you a question. Answer it.” you deadpan.

“W-was what worth it?” he pants.

“Sneaking out of the kingdom of the lord just to sneak down here to the pits of hell. What would your almighty god think if he saw one of his precious angels in such a lustful state? That’s one of the deadly sins isn’t it, angel?”

“Yeah, but-”

“But what? You don’t care?” you tsk, “Remember when we first met? You were so innocent and pure, just like you should be, when we met.” your hand slowly finding its way to his member as you speak, “Isn’t it ironic, angel? So bored of the kingdom of heaven that you stoop down to my level. A demon.”

Your words are mostly teasing but there’s an edge of truth to it. You had met Jeno years ago, he was on a mission to kill you actually, God had had enough of your behavior. Yet here you are years later and you had corrupted one of his most loyal angels. He was lying to the king while committing these carnal sins. You contrasted everything an angel should want. Your large black feathered wings, horns growing from your head, sinful nature. Everything you are contrasts the holiness that angels strive for. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why God was keeping Jeno, he had every reason to banish him down here with you, or worse. Maybe he’s just cruel and wants to keep you both apart regardless of how debauched the angel has become.

“I don’t care if I’m a disobedient angel, I don’t fucking care. I just want to be with you.” he bursts, gasping at how you stroke him.

“My, such dirty words from such a holy being, maybe you’re just as fucking filthy as me. Don’t worry, angel, I want the same.” you smirk, using your free hand to run over the feathers of his wings, “Maybe I’ve corrupted you more than I realized, hm, pretty boy?.”

You lean down and kiss his lips softly, he quickly reciprocates it. His hands scramble to touch you anywhere he could reach. The first place just happened to be your shoulders, his knuckles gently brushing against the feathers of your inky wings as he gripped your skin.

“We have so much more to do, little angel, don’t go desperate on me yet.”

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