#then I’ll probably take the weekend off to write & read fic

[yuuuhiii]

≡ The Weekend

sum: You were only supposed to be a booty call. So why does Rindou find himself wanting more of you?

includes : Rindou Haitani x reader, 5k words, SMUT, fluff, angst, open ending?, fwb, alcohol usage, vulnerable Rindou

other : This fic is inspired by BIBI’s The Weekend! And a little from DEAN’S Die 4 you:) so have fun with that:D this is my first time writing a fic this long so please leave feedback! I’d appreciate it a lot:)

Would it be ironic to say you met Rindou in a club? Or more so, predictable? Or was it bound to happen?

He was the club owner after all, he’d never seen you before. He’s sat in his VIP section with Ran, girls littering the table. Rindou couldn’t care less though as he watched you from his seat. Eyes scanning your form and face.

It seemed you were only here with a friend. You both danced and joked on the dance floor, your guy's drinks sloshing in your hand. He even gets irked when he sees a guy trying to rub up on you but you shove him away. A smirk laces his lips at that, he’s trying to read you.

What your personality was like.

Were you loud and rebellious? Or shy and reserved? He guessed he’d have to find out for himself. With that conclusion he gets up, the girls that were feeling him up whining.

“And where are you off to?” Ran said with a smirk, watching as his little brother dusted himself off.

“Somewhere.” He muttered, eliciting a laugh from his elder brother.

You had made your way to the bar, refilling on a new beverage. He sits next to you and the bartender straightens up, greeting him.

“I’ll pay for her tab,” Rindou says and the bartender nods. You turn to look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“I got it covered. Thanks.” You say with feigning gratitude, sipping your drink. He turns fully towards you with a smirk.

“I’m fully aware you do, I can’t treat you?” He says with his raise of his brows. You narrow your eyes skeptically at him.

“Without even knowing me.” You roll your eyes, somewhat amused. He lets out a chuckle.

“Well then, will you let me get to know you?” You pretend to think over your answer, deciding to tease him more.

“Your way of getting into girl's pants is paying for their tabs? I’m flattered.” You place a hand on your chest, lightly gasping. Rindou is enjoying this, an amused smirk on his face.

“Only yours.” You stare at him for a second then gaze down at your drink.

“Y/n.” You say and he hums, satisfied.

“Rindou.” He holds out his hand, and you look at it and back at him, slowly taking his hand in yours. He stands up abruptly, surprising you.

“Wanna see something?” You blink, and with a hum you let him lead you to where the DJ is.

He waves his free hand the guy is gone. You watch as he messes with the turntables with experience, sipping your drink with a small smile.

“You’re good with your hands.” You say with a bite to your lip and he looks at you over his shoulder.

“This is nothing.” He pulls away and reaches for your hand.

You’re in front of the system as he cages you between it. He takes your drink and places it to the side. His back presses up against your chest, his hands placed over yours. He leans down close to your lips, whispering.

“This okay?”

You were usually one to never wither under a man’s presence. But this one had you weak in the knees. You hum and he smiles, straightening back up. He coaches you through what everything is. What button is what, which switch is which, and even shows you how to scratch.

The whole ‘lesson’ has you sharing laughs and smiles with the latter. He watches you with content as you mess around with the turntables. It was probably terrible for everyone in the club however he couldn’t care less.

“Ok, ok no more.” You giggle and his hands rest on your waist.

The music goes back to the way it was and he slowly moves you to the rhythm. You roll your eyes, engaging in his small act.

“You’re trying awfully hard don’t you think?”

“Huh?” He yells and you slightly push him, marking him snort.

His hand is clasped in yours once again and he leads you around the club, pushing a curtain it reveals a whole other empty club room. Now it was just the two of you, no people or music to interrupt you both.

“So? What were you saying?” He says as he walks over to the bar, pouring himself some whiskey. You sit on the stool, your chin resting on the palm of your hand.

“I said, don’t you think you’re trying too hard?”

“With what?” He says with a lazy grin, sipping his drink.

“You know what Rindou? You try this hard with other girls?” You tilt your head and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“Nah, you’re special.”

“I know.” You smile and he grins.

He walks over to you standing inches away from between your legs. You stare up at him and he’s physically holding himself back from shoving his lips against yours.

“You’re stunning.” He says almost breathlessly and you smile.

“Thanks.” He leans down to peck your lips but your hands shoot up to his face, pecking the corner of his mouth.

“I’m more than just a booty call Rin.” He smiles, his violet eyes boring into yours.

“I’m glad we got that covered.”

Is the last thing he says before he’s smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is feverish and needy. He’s slotting himself between your legs, big hands resting on your waist.

The kiss turns heated fast, his tongue easing into your mouth. You let out a small moan, mostly to egg him on which succeeds when he squeezes your waist. You bite down on his lip and he groans, your hands moving into his hair. He pulls away and starts attacking your neck with bites and kisses. You tug on his hair and another groan leaves him.

“Fucking beautiful.” He says breathlessly, sucking on your collarbone.

Your head leans back in bliss, his hand sliding under your dress. Teasingly, he inches closer to your clothed cunt, causing you to trap his between your thighs.

A loud buzz halts you both. You blink and he groans not out of pleasure but annoyance. He pulls his hand from under your dress, pulling out his phone.

Missed calls and texts pop up from his brother, making him suck his teeth. He rolls his eyes and looks towards you. You’re pouting and he smiles, tugging at your lip.

“I gotta go.” He sighs and your pout deepens.

“Bored already?” You scoff teasingly and he smiles, pecking your lips.

“Never. Let me give you my number. So I can finish what I started.”

When you pull out your phone it displays texts from your friend, saying she had already left. You huff when you stand up and he pushes a strand of hair past your ear.

He kisses you again however this one’s longer, trying to savor your lips against his. He walks you out of the club, standing lazily next to you. He shrugs off his blazer, placing it over your shoulders.

“You got a ride home?” You yawn and let him know you’d just Uber home.

“I’ll pay for it, make sure you get home safe.” He tussles with his hair, and you hum.

His phone rings again and his face is quickly laced with annoyance. As the car pulls up he opens the door for you, making sure you got in carefully.

“Text me?” He says as he closes the door, the window rolling down.

“Desperate?”He laughs and leans down, kissing you again. He nods his head and the car is off.

He sighs once again, walking back into the club. His brother is standing there with a smile on his face.

“Who was she?” He raises his brows and Rindou scoffs.

“A woman.”

“I could see that Rindou, I have eyes. Another plaything?”

“Dunno, we’ll see”

Rindou didn’t mean to not respond to your texts but things at the clubs had been busy. Several events and just having to manage the different locations as well.

Luckily it’s the weekend and he has a certain person he wants to see.

rindou

hey, you home? 10:45 PM

y/n

Oh? You still remember me? 10:50 PM

rindou

very funny. Can I come over? Rather talk to you in person. 10:51 PM

y/n

only if you’ll bring me smth from the convenience store😊 10:51 PM

rindou

mhm, let me know what and send your address. 10:52 PM

y/n

k<3 10:53 PM

Rindou is off to the convenience store, grabbing what you wanted, and a box of condoms. The cashier gives him a smug look but Rindou ignores him, grabbing his stuff and leaving.

From where you are on the couch, you hear knocks on your door. The clock read eleven o’clock. You patter to the door with a small smile, opening the door. Your eyes widen at the sight before you.

Rindou had his round glasses on, a very loose v-shaped shirt and baggy pants, jewelry littering his hands. You guess you’ve been staring for quite some time when Rindou speaks up.

“Am I allowed to come in?” He says with a small smirk and you quickly open the door, letting him walk in.

He walks over to the counter, setting your stuff on the counter. You light up at the snacks and quickly open one of them up.

“So, gonna tell me why I haven’t heard from you?”

“A lot of shit was goin' on with the club, a fuck ton of events and stuff.” He sighs, pushing up his glasses and rubbing his temple. You pause your chewing.

“You’re the owner?” You blink at him and he blinks at you back.

“Uh, yeah?”

He’s a little surprised you didn’t know, given that everyone knew who the Haitanis were. You mumble a small ‘oh’ and he shakes his head in amusement.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” You speak up and he laughs, pushing them up.

“What is it a turnoff?” He quirks a brow and you smile, setting your snack down.

“No, it’s cute.” He cringes, turning away.

“No, it’s not.”

“Too manly to be called cute?” You poke fun at him and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Not a word I’d associate myself with.” You let out a laugh and he finds himself smiling at the sound.

You ask a little bit more about the club and throughout the night Rindou kinda rambles. It’s weird to him honestly, with any other woman he’d come to get things done and leave right after.

But ever since that night he laid his eyes on you, you piqued his interest. He just found himself wanting to know more about you, wanting to be more around you.

“You have a tattoo as well?” You peer up at the deep black ink on his arm and he hums.

“It’s a pretty big piece.”

“Think I’ll be able to see it all tonight?”

You knew what to say to take his breath away. Most of the girls he’d meet were never upfront or held themselves high like you did. They were…easy, but you were the true definition of a woman.

At one point you had brought a couple of beers, the both of you just chatting the night away. You guys had moved to your couch, his arms outspread on the back of the couch with you close to his side. You hum along to his stories, taking a swig of your beer.

“I didn’t know there were still interesting guys left in Roppongi.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m one of a kind sweets.” You roll your eyes at him, placing your beer down.

“You’re so corny.” You laugh, raking a hand through your hair.

Rindou’s eyes rake over you, you were very pretty. He’d seen when you were all dolled up and now when you were natural and bare. Just a tousled T-shirt and short shorts. He’d be lying if those shorts weren’t bothering him the whole night though.

“You’re beautiful.” He almost whispers and you gaze at him with a soft smile.

“You are too.”

Out of the times that you’ve seen him, you finally got him to blush. You feel a sense of pride well up in you, even a little confidence.

You got up from where you were sitting, straddling his lap. His downturned eyes were captivating, you could stare at them all day. While your hands reach up to grab his glasses, his hands rest at the base of your thighs. He watches you intently when you place them on the coffee table. Your hands move up his chest, resting on his neck.

“You gonna finish what you started.” You asked, inches away from his lips. Both of your eyes are lidded and he lazily smiles.

“If you’ll let me.” His hands move to the small of your back and you hum, finally connecting your lips.

It’s slow and sensual not as rushed as it was last time. The both of you take time to experience each other’s mouths. He pulls away though, nipping at your neck.

“They already gone away?” He says lowly and you laugh.

“Well yea it’s been a week dummy.” You feel him smile against your neck, tugging at your shirt.

“S’fine, I’ll just give you more.”

You pull back to pull off your shirt and he’s a little taken aback when you’re not wearing a bra. You cringe a little at the feel of him cupping your breast, the cold metal of his rings making your bud harden.

“Want me to take them off?” You purse your lips and shake your head to which he smiles.

“They’re hot.” His smile widens, leaning closer to your breasts.

“Atta girl.” He pulls a breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling like he was on your neck.

Your whining and squirming against him, your movements have him hardening underneath you. He pulls off with a pop, his lidded eyes staring up at you.

“Where’s your room.”

“Down the hall to the left.”

In a second he’s lifting you, making you squeal. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing along his jaw. He groans when you suck a spot under his jaw near his ear, making you grin.

“Found it~” He grins, kicking your door open and placing you on your bed. He takes off his shirt throwing it on your floor, he’s moving to kiss you again but your hands against his chest stop him.

“Something wrong?” He pulls back and your hand immediately begins to trace his tattoo.

“Jesus, why is everything about you so hot.” You pout and he lets out a small laugh.

Your hand slowly drags down to his stomach, dragging over his clothed cock. He hisses, pushing you back on the bed. Achingly slow, he pulls down your shorts and panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, do I even need to prep you?” He looks up at you and you shake your head.

“Just fuck me.” You whine and he sighs, taking a condom out of his pocket.

“Are you clean?” You ask and he looks confused.

“Yes? I never fuck without a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Are you clean?” He retorts back.

“I don’t sleep around.” You cross your arms.

“This your first hookup?”

“That a problem?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“‘Course not.” He shoves the condom back in his pocket, stepping out of his jeans. You blink at his cock when it slaps against his lower abdomen.

“Y-You’re huge.”

“That a problem?” He teases and you scoff.

“‘Course not.” You mimic his voice and he just smirks.

“Keep it up, let’s see how bold you are.”

You bite your tongue when he rubs his tip against your slit. You both moan, his eyes are raking over your body and he’s already panting.

“S-Stop teasing Rin.” You whimper and he groans.

“S-Shit don’t say my name like that.”

He’s inching himself inside you and you kinda regret not getting prepped. Rindou was girthy, it felt like you were getting split in half.

“S’big.” Your legs quiver, he smooths his hands on your thighs, putting your legs on his shoulders. With a thrust, he bottoms out.

“Fuck!” You moan, gripping your bedsheets.

“You’re fucking t-tight.” His brows are creased, trying to calm himself or else he knew he’d blow his load. It gave you a moment to adjust to his size as well. He pressed a peck to your ankle.

“I’m gonna move ok?” You nod, your lips pulled between your teeth.

He almost pulls out, slamming right back into you. He sets a steady rhythm, your bed creaking. Your breathless whines only egg him on.

“Shit baby, so tight and pretty.” He’s losing himself, he can feel it. Your warm pussy has him feeling like a virgin all over again.

“R-Rin please.” You beg you don’t even know what exactly for. Just babbling out whatever comes to your mind, anything you could usher out.

“Please what?” He pants, moving with more force. You clench around him and he stutters.

“Pussy sucking me in.” He groans as he leans down, putting you in a mating press. This new angle has you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back.

“R-Rin.” You moan, your nails dragging along his back. You feel his dick twitch at the act.

“Let go, baby. I got you.” His hand comes down to rub eights on your clit. With a high pitch gasp, you’re coming undone around him.

“Oh shit.” He groans when he feels your walls close around him, even tighter than before. The final blow for him is your hands in his hair tugging but more so your words.

“K-Kiss me Rin.”

With one more harsh thrust, he’s smashing his lips against your lips. His teeth biting down on your bottom lip. His seed explodes and fills you until you’re full of him. You throw your head back already past your limit. He is too but he fucks his nut back into you mindlessly.

Afterwards, he’s falling against you, your guy's ragged breath mirroring one another’s. He moved to your side, you cringed at the feeling of him pulling out.

“You ok?” He rasps, looking down at you. You nod, scooting up your bed, and resting your head against the pillow.

“Haven’t been fucked that good in a while.” You lazily smile and he shakes his head, a grin on his face. You scoot closer to him, your hand tracing the curves and swoops of his tattoo.

“M’tired.” You blink, eyes slowly falling shut.

Before fully giving into your slumber, you reach for his hand. His eyes widen, looking at your sleeping form. His heart is beating at an abnormal speed but he blames it on the sex, that he hasn’t calmed down. However he knows he should leave but he turns on his side, facing you.

“I don’t think I’m good for you.” He mumbles, letting himself to succumb to slumber as well.

When you wake up your bed is cold and empty, your heart pangs but you somehow have a little hope. You get up and put on a shirt and some panties.

“Rin.” You call out as you walk through your apartment.

Cold.

Empty.

You sigh, turning to open your refrigerator. At the same moment your door swings open. You gasp, turning to the door and it’s Rindou with bags in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper and he blinks.

“Ouch, went to get you breakfast.” He sets the bag down. You shake your head, walking towards him.

“That’s not what I meant sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you to come back.” You look down and he gazes longingly at you, you don’t catch this though.

“Well I’m here.” He mumbles, pulling out the food.

After that morning Rindou kept in contact with you, he’d invite you out here and there to eat or back to the club with him. You didn’t want to admit but your found yourself falling for the guy.

The way he’d treat you, look at you, talk to you. You loved the way he made you feel and the way you felt around him. You admired him as a man as well, how he was confident and had a good business going, the way he held himself. It was honestly all you’ve wanted in a guy.

However one day something changed. You were probably overthinking, he said it was work. You wanted to believe him and you wanted to-

You guys weren’t even dating.

No label was put on you both, you were just seeing each other with the side of fucking. You sigh, this was why you took a break from dating. The headaches and anxiety it gave you. The fear of the unknown or what could’ve been.

You never liked it.

You sat on your couch, your tv playing as background noise for your raging thoughts. When you look down, Rindou’s glasses were on the table. You blink at them and move to grab them. You hold them in your hands, smiling at the memory of how cute he looked when he wore them. Then an idea popped into your head.

Why don’t you go visit him at work?

With a newfound mission, you rise with the intent of returning his glasses and seeing him as well.

You walk into the club, the music already blasting and people littered everywhere. You honestly weren’t one for clubbing but your friend had begged you that night. You’d have to thank her later because if she hadn’t begged you to come, you never would’ve met Rindou.

You walked around the place for a bit and weren’t able to find him.

Maybe he wasn’t working today?

You click your teeth, might as well have one drink since you were here.

And so you did.

Just when you’re about to leave, you hear cheering from the corner of the room. Upon looking it was a booth. You peak over a bit and see a glimpse of Rindou. A smile rises to your face and you start walking towards him.

That’s until you see a girl come into view, glued to his side and feeling him up. You watch him and he leans into her smiling, at the woman. You gulp and your stomach churns.

Then they kiss, a kiss was an understatement, they were sucking each other's faces off. You quickly turn away and make your way straight to the bar again.

Without your knowing, someone watched the whole ordeal, with amused eyes and a shake of his head he got up. Leaning towards Rindou, he speaks.

“Someone’s in big trouble.” He says with a grin, walking away.

“What’d you say!” Rindou yells back, his words slurred, the girl next to him whined, pulling him into another kiss.

Your heart was beating unhealthily well and your ears were ringing.

“Hello.” You hear from beside you and you look up.

You’re shocked to see a man that resembles almost exactly Rindou. However, his hair was way shorter and combed, and dyed as well. You don’t reply, turning back to your drink.

“I know who those belong to.” He nods his head at your hand. Rindou’s glasses.

“You do? Well then tell him he can have them back.” You slide them towards him, and the man grins.

“I know of you, Rindou wouldn’t shut up about you.”

Your brow twitches.

“Who are you exactly?” You say with attitude.

“Rindou’s older brother, Ran.” He holds out his hand, and you roll your eyes and shake his hand.

“Why’re you so upset?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Oh, but I do.” He laughs. “I guess I’m just a little confused because Rindou never mentioned dating you.”

“We’re not.”

That’s right.

You weren’t.

So why are you so upset? Why are you even here?

No other words needed to be said or at least you didn’t want to hear anything else so you paid for your tab and left the club.

A little later when the women had finally left Rindou he’s a little more sober, just a little. Ran mentions his little surprise.

“Guess who happened to stop by.” Rindou looks at him bored.

“Who.”

“One of your girls.” He grins, sipping his drink.

“And she wasn’t happy. Oh, she wanted me to return these.” Ran slides his glasses across the table.

Rindou looks at them for a minute, letting his brain proceed with all of the information. Until he’s shooting up.

“Fuck!” He yells, running out of the club.

“Young love.” Ran laughs, raising his glass to no one in particular.

Rindou should not be driving. His head is throbbing and he’s gripping his steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He ran to many red lights just to get to your apartment. When he reaches it, he doesn’t even park right, he runs up the flight of stairs to the best of his abilities. The alcohol made his heart feel like it was gonna burst off his chest.

When he reaches your door he isn’t knocking but banging. Probably alerting some neighbors. He’s about to knock again but the door flies open revealing you. Your hair is a mess and you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, your face a little puffy.

“Rindou?” You groggily say.

Fuck.

He wanted to kiss you so bad, you were too fucking cute.

You sigh, fully awake but irritated. “It’s too late for this. Go home.” You say, shutting the door but he stops it.

“Please, let me in.” You open the door and he wobbles in.

“You reek of fucking alcohol.” You cringe, moving to grab water.

You pour a glass for the both of you. His heart hasn’t calmed down, it’s ringing through his ears.

“Drink.” You coldly say and his heart cracks at the sound of your voice.

“I’m going back to bed.” You turn around.

“Wait!” He rushes, grabbing your wrist.

“Why are you even here Rindou.”

“Stop calling me that.” He looks down ashamed.

“Isn’t that your name?” You cross your arms and he’s chewing on his lips.

“My brother told me what happened.” He mumbles.

“Exactly. So why are you here.” You blink.

“Because I-”

“We’re not dating Rindou. I don’t care what you do.”

“Just let me talk!” He raises his voice but you stand there with no emotion.

“Say what you need to say then.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

You sigh, growing irritated. “There’s nothing you need to be sorry for.”

“But there is! You know there is. For once just, be vulnerable with me.” He sighs.

“Be vulnerable with you? I haven’t? So what do you think of all the times you’ve come over, and taken me out? That wasn’t me being vulnerable?” You scoff out of amusement and shock.

“If you’re just planning on using me then this is the last time we see each other.”

It’s quiet.

To quiet for Rindou.

Usually, your TV is on because you hate when your house is quiet.

All he wants to do is hold you.

“I’m not a good person.” He begins. “But you make me feel good. I like the way you make me feel. I know I fucked up. I know we’re not dating but you deserve an apology because I—do like you and I want something with you. But I just was drinking and.” He sighs again, rubbing his face.

“How am I supposed to trust you if you’re like this and we’re not even dating.” You whisper.

“Can we talk in the morning? I’m not sober.” He murmurs.

You don’t say anything but let him follow you to your room. You get under the covers and he removes his suit, leaving him in his boxers. Your back is faced towards him. He slides under the covers and immediately pulls you against his chest. You stare emotionless at your wall and then you feel it.

Wet droplets against your shoulder.

He was crying.

You bite your lip but do your best to fall asleep. Letting him sob as he held you as if this was the last time he’d ever get to hold you.

Rindou woke up with a groan, holding his head as he sat up.

“Where the fuck am I?” He whispers to himself, his eyes going around the room.

It’s your room.

Slowly, glimpses of last night come to his mind and he freezes.

“Fuck.” He lets out, throwing your covers over him and walking over to your kitchen.

There you are, cooking, humming to the music you’re playing. A smile rises to his face and you turn, halting your movements.

“Morning.” You mumble. Turning back to the stove. “There’s coffee if you want.”

“You need help?” He picks at his hand.

“No, it’s fine.” He gulps, moving to sit down at the table.

He watched as you finished up, bringing his plate to him. He watches you as you eat, not even picking at his food.

“Stop staring.” You mumble and his head shoots down.

“Sorry.”

This wasn’t like him and even though you know you guys have to talk. You hated how things were right now. Would they even go back to how they were before?

“Do you like me?” Rindou asks, cracking the ice that was building up between the both of you.

You sigh, placing your fork down. “Obviously. I just don’t…trust you.”

“Is there any way you can again?” You look up at him to find he’s already staring at you.

“What do you want from me Rin.” You look tired and he hates himself for doing this to you.

“I want you. I’ll do anything to prove it, we can start over.” He pleads.

“Fucking me isn’t gonna be enough.” You quirk a brow and he shakes his head.

“I don’t care about that, I’ll prove to you that I’m all you need.” He gets up standing next to you.

You gaze up at him and he opens his arms. Slowly but surely, you rise to your feet, wrapping your arms around him.

He’s warm and at that moment that ice crumbled and melted when he held you tightly against him.

It would take time and you know he knows he’s gonna have to bust his ass because that’s what you deserve.

You deserve so much more and he’d do anything he could to prove himself to you.

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there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps. 

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine. 

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice. 

The hormones don’t help either. 

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out. 

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off. 

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain. 

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie. 

Ah, right. Jamie. 

Your boyfriend. 

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago. 

Shit. 

You call him back and he answers on the first ring. 

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side. 

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff. 

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate. 

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags. 

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross. 

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun. 

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out. 

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross. 

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does. 

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are. 

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking. 

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out. 

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt. 

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep. 

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @onthewaytosomewhere - it's always nice when I'm not kicking the week off lmao. I didn't get a lot of writing done this week because I was busy editing the Going Platinum podfic I posted today, but I've powered through so I have something to share!

Rockstar Alex is now officially fully epistolary, because I figured out how to get #3 from the five fun facts game into a fully epistolary format. If you are thinking to yourself, "Great! If it's fully epistolary then it can't hurt as much!" I would advise you to turn to your nearest Schitt's Creek fandom buddy who has read my fics in that fandom and ask them how they feel about chapter 5 of Meet me out at the end of my rope (aka angstapalooza), and calibrate accordingly 😈

SO. Below the cut is a little sneak peek of this with the skin on (and some bonus Reddit comments because when I go epistolary I go balls to the wall), but if you don't want to venture under the cut, enjoy the text version of an r/TIFU post:

TIFU by breaking my no-hookup rule Obligatory ‘this didn’t happen today’ but my friends are still making fun of me days later, so. I’m not a hookup/cruising kind of gay. Full respect to you if you are, it’s just never been my thing - I’m more of a serial monogamist type But it was my friend’s birthday last weekend and we all went out to a gay bar, and I ended up dancing with this guy who… honestly if I describe how off the charts hot he was you wouldn’t believe me anyway, so you’ll just have to trust me on this. He was there with a friend and the friend bought us a few rounds of vodka shots before fucking off somewhere, so me and this guy went back to dancing. And then the dancing was grinding, and then we were making out for a bit before he said he was gonna go to the bathroom with THAT head tilt. You know the one. Even my no-hookups ass knows the one. And yeah, I don’t do hookups, but fuck it. I said yes (I really cannot express how hot this guy was lol) and followed him to the bathroom. I won’t get into all the details but suffice to say getting blown by this dude was a religious experience. I’m just getting to the point of no return when he pulls back all of a sudden. And he’s got tears in his eyes, but I just thought it was from like… well, you know… but then he STOOD UP. I was like “what the fuck dude” and he just started APOLOGIZING, saying something about the song????? I hadn’t been paying attention tbh, I was a bit busy having my brains sucked out through my dick, but this guy just muttered something about the song and his ex and then he LEFT ME in the fucking club bathroom, dick bobbing in the wind. I think I’m back to no hookups from now on tbh. TL;DR: first ever hookup ended with a stranger literally sobbing his way off my dick, and ACD’s new song is a banger, but I’ll probably never be able to hear it without thinking of the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had.

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[jjhyn]

“pink carnations”

pairing: riize song eunseok x reader “y/n”

genre: strangers to lovers

plot: every year, for the last 4 years, you’ve always visited your mom’s grave, each year it gets harder and harder. this year, you weren’t able to visit your mom’s grave on her death anniversary, but when you visit the day after you see a bouquet of flowers that you didn’t bring. 

warning: aside from mentions of death, i don’t think so but please let me know if there are

notes: obsessed with riize TT so i’m going to be writing a couple of riize au/fics and uploading them - italics are dialogue but they will also be in quotations i just like to differentiate them from regular text sometimes lol also slight sungchan mention - also this isn't proofread lol

word count: 3902

thursday

“hey, are you going to visit mom today?” your older sister asks you through the phone. you ponder for a moment before responding. “i don’t think so. i’ve got that deadline at work that i need to finish but i’ll probably visit her later tonight or tomorrow.” you respond, a small amount of guilt hitting your chest for the lie. truth is, your mother’s passing has only gotten harder on you the last few years. you’ve lived out your dreams but what was it worth when your mom wasn’t there to see you reach your successes? or even say she was proud of you… 

“you know…” your sister breaks you out of deep thought, “you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. i know ever since mom died you’ve kinda thrown yourself into your work and it’s nice to see it pay off but you need to find happiness again. i know it’s easier said than done but…” your sister stops her sentence there. you think about what she just said, almost as if she knew you were lying about your work situation and that she read you like a book. “we’ll grab dinner this weekend okay? i haven’t seen you in a while and i’m not taking a no; its the weekend i don’t wanna hear and work bullshit.” and the line cuts off. you sit at your dining table for a moment, looking out the window and taking in what your sister said when your phone gets a notification. 

5 Years - Mom’s Anniversary March 14 2024

you forgot that you had set a yearly reminder onto your phone, you swiftly swipe away the notification. it felt a little stupid to have that reminder, only because how could you ever forget when your mom’s death anniversary was? you only kept the reminders because in some way it made you feel more accountable, but this year you weren’t going to visit her. you would eventually, probably tomorrow, but not today; you had too much on your mind and you’d probably break down more than the last few years if you went to go see your mom. 

thursday evening

you had finished work early today, which was almost never but you knew today would be somewhat easy going as you just closed out a deal the day before leaving the rest of the week with almost no work to be done. “wanna grab a drink with us after work?” your coworker sungchan from IT asks you, his head popping into your office. he was cute but a relationship wasn’t something you needed right now. you softly smile at him, “not tonight, you guys have fun.” you politely decline and he dramatically acts like you just stabbed him in the heart, clutching the left side of his chest and letting out a fake painful groan. the two of you share a laugh as he slowly enters your office and stands next to your desk. he leans over and softly places his hand over yours, “i know today is hard for you, but just know i’m here for you if you need anything.” sungchan says looking deeply into your eyes. a warm feeling makes its way across your face and before the tears start to pool at your eyes you take your hand back and just smile and nod. sungchan takes this as a sign you’d like to be left alone so he does just that, exiting your office but not before he takes one last look at you, to which he sees you’re now chewing on your bottom lip and looking out the window. 

it was around 7:30pm when you left the office. you could’ve gotten home a lot earlier before the sun had set but you made yourself busy at work. finding anything to do just to avoid having to go home. your drive home didn’t feel real, almost as if you were in limbo, for a while it felt like you weren’t moving on the road but everything else was moving around you. it wasn’t until you turned onto your neighborhood did you snap out of this weird feeling. you had no thoughts in your head but upon entering your home you instinctively went to your kitchen to grab a glass of wine and made your way into your bedroom. changing out of your work clothes and into pajamas, you climbed out onto your roof. something you really enjoyed about your home, a balcony that led to the roof with a ladder. whenever you were up there it felt like nothing else in the world existed. like you were on top of the highest mountain, the only person for miles, and it was just you, the sky, and the never ending thoughts of perrill as you finish your glass of wine. 

*beep* 9:56am *beep* friday morning *beep*

you're awoken by your alarm and the cold air pinching your cheeks. you had accidentally fallen asleep on your roof. your lips were chapped and hair frizzy from all of the morning wind. thankfully it didn’t rain. you grab your phone to turn off your alarm when you realize the time, your’re almost 2 hours late to work, getting ready now would only make you even more late. you quickly dial sungchans work phone but he doesn’t answer so you try his cell but nothing either. you leave him a voice, asking him to cover for you in case something at work comes up. even though you’re in different departments, he’s always had your back; the two of you were in the same group of new hires when you both joined the company. 

you made your way inside, getting out of the cold and plopping down onto your bed. you let out a groan as you do a full body stretch, regretting falling asleep on the roof as your back slightly aches but now grateful for the comfort of your mattress. you get a text, assuming it’s from sungchan to which it was, “don’t worry, got you! *winky face*” you smile, mentally thanking him when you get another text. “oh… was that winky face weird..? sorry!” he says with 3 wide smile face emojis. you can’t help but laugh and find his actions cute. you text him a thank you and saying you owe him one to which he says you’ll have to grab drinks with him sometime. 

it’s almost noon when you finally decide to get out of bed to get ready to visit your mom’s grave. every year it not only got a lot harder on you without having your mom but going to see her grave got harder because it was just a constant reminder of how close she was but so far away at the same time. 

2:28pm friday

you’re driving to the cemetery, trying to compose yourself; getting ready to leave wasn’t so hard but the closer you got to leaving the house and getting into your car made your anxiety rise. you’re not necessarily an anxious person, but right now everything seems to be causing you to panic. you sat in your for half an hour, catching your breath, before you could even start the car. you’re driving with the windows down, needing the extra air to breathe as it feels like the air in your lungs are being funneled out of your body the closer you get to your destination. 

when you see the familiar stone fixture at the front of the cemetery you let out a huge breath. almost as if you had been holding your breath the whole drive there. you quickly find parking when you realize you didn’t bring flowers or anything to offer your mother. you shut your eyes and almost fall to your knees. a ringing in your ears causes you to wince, making you regret coming all the way here. you question whether to just leave and quickly grab flowers, or stay, or just leave altogether and maybe come back during the weekend with your sister. 

a sudden burst of wind envelopes you, almost like a hug. taking it as a sign from the earth to stay, you release one more deep breath before making your way to your mother’s grave. as you pass the other tombstones, adorned with candles and colorful flowers, you almost want to turn around and just run back to your car but something keeps telling you that you shouldn’t and before you know it you’re standing over your mother’s grave. 

a bouquet of pink carnations rests to the left of her tombstone, adjacent to the bouquet your sister brought during her birthday at the beginning of the year. “i wonder why she got pink carnations this time?” you think to yourself, questioning your sister’s decision of flower choice. you spend the next few hours just sitting there, catching up with your mom, telling her the new stuff in your life, mentioning sungchan but only briefly because you know her response to any boy in your life would be to automatically bring him to meet her so she can feed and investigate him. 

your phone rings so you reach for it inside your bag. pulling it out to see that it was your sister, you quickly answer. “hey, what are you up to?” she asks after you answer. “i’m actually at mom’s grave right now. probably going to head home soon i’ve been here for like 3 hours now.” you respond, as you pick yourself up from the ground and dusting off the dirt from your clothes. “that’s nice, i’m glad you got to visit her.” she says, “yeah, i’m glad i did too. hey why’d you choose pink carnations this time?” you ask her. theres a slight pause before your sister responds. “pink carnations?” she says like she has no idea what you’re talking about. “yeah, the bouquet you left at mom’s grave? don’t we usually bring her roses or sunflowers?” you explain. “i wasn’t able to visit her yesterday, that’s why i called you; i was going to ask if you wanted to go together today.” you make a confused face, now unsure who the bouquet is from. 

you bend over to pick up the flowers, “someone probably left it on accident or maybe it was one of my mom’s friends. you know she was popular at the market we used to go to as kids.” your sister explains but you remain silent, observing the flowers. “look, let’s catch up this weekend, maybe saturday?” and you just respond with a short “mhmm” before ending the call. 

with the bouquet in hand, you turn around when a voice startles you. “they’re for remembrance.” a boy says behind you as you slightly jump from the sudden voice. “sorry…” he shyly chuckles, “didn’t mean to scare you.” you’re looking at him, blinking rapidly. “remembrance?” you ask. “yeah…” he walks closer and grabs the flowers from your hands and places it back where they were when you had arrived. “pink carnations are for remembrance. they’re also a symbol for gratitude and heartache for someone you love” he explains. you’re now staring at his back as he places the flowers down, he turns around and you’ve come to your senses when you realize you’re staring. 

“sorry this is probably weird. uhhh. i’m eunseok” he extends his hand to shake yours. you shake his hand, “y/n” you tell him as you shake hands. “nice to meet you” eunseok smiles and you feel your heart beat faster. “were you the one that left these?” you ask him, pointing at the carnations. “uh, yeah i did. hope that’s okay, i noticed no one stopped by yesterday so i thought i’d leave some flowers.” he tells you while wiping his hands on his pants. “wait, what do you mean? why would you leave flowers for my mom?” you question him, unable to read if you were getting a red or green flag from the random boy. “i see you every year, my mom’s grave is just that way.” he points to a tombstone a few feet away. “i always see you whenever you bring your mom flowers, i spend the whole day at my mom’s grave on her anniversary and when i didn’t see you yesterday i thought i’d leave some for her so she didn’t feel forgotten.” this boy, who you didn’t even know, remembered to bring your mother flowers on her death anniversary when it was so hard for you. 

it made you think about how the hardships you were facing were all in your head. that the turmoil of facing the truth that your mother’s passing is real and was something you were eventually going to have to come to terms with. you realized you needed to get out of your head and that your mother passing wasn’t the thing stopping you from finding happiness, it was yourself. a stranger’s kindness felt like the comfort you’d feel from your mother’s embrace after a long day. 

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you.” eunseok says in a panicked voice. you realize that you’re crying and he offers you a small towel. you wipe your tears with your hands and eunseok retracts his hand with the towel and places it into his pocket. “no, i’m not upset. that’s very kind of you eunseok. sorry i don’t know why i’m crying.” you explain trying to stop the tears. “that’s okay.” he smiles. “sometimes we just need to cry. it may not seem like it but i spent most of yesterday crying, i’m kind of glad you weren’t here so you didn’t see me crying” he chuckles and his small joke also makes you laugh. 

“it was nice meeting you, i should head out it’s getting late.” you say and his smile forms into a straight line. “yeah, i was just heading out too when i saw you and overheard your conversation.” the two of you begin to walk together to the parking lot. “how come you came back today?” you ask him. wondering if yesterday was his mom’s death anniversary like yours; why did he come back today. “i’m not sure. i just felt like it, like something in the air was telling me i should go see her.” he says with a shrug and it makes you think about how upon arriving here the air seemed to comfort you and let you know you were in the right place. 

the two of you arrive at your cars, which coincidentally, are parked next to each other. you enter your car with a big sigh as you lean your head back onto your headrest. as you’re about to start your car you notice something from the corner of your eye, making you turn your head. you see eunseok somewhat leaning outside of his car, waving his hands; trying to get your attention. you roll your windows down, your heart beating faster, like it was going to explode. “your tail light is out by the way.” eunseok says and you briefly look to the back as if you would see it. you smile softly at him and thank him before he retreats back into his car. 

you back out of your parking spot, almost wishing he had asked you out. sure he was just a stranger but his kindness alone was enough to make you swoon. let alone his kindness to your mom, he was also attractive. as you’re exiting the parking lot, you think about all the times your mom asks you if you have a boyfriend or when are you going to get a boyfriend, only for you to respond with a groan or rolling your eyes at her. maybe this was a sign from your mom, bringing eunseok and his kindness through pink carnations to your mom’s grave. your mom truly bringing him to you. 

you’ve been stopped at the exit of the parking lot for a few minutes now when you realize eunseok has just been behind you, probably growing tired and confused waiting behind you. you close your eyes and let out a breath before putting the car in park and exiting. you walk towards eunseok’s car and see that he’s rolling the window down. “do you wanna go out sometime?” you ask him as you look into his eyes. you could almost see the sunset in his eyes the way they reflected light. “as a thank you… for the flowers you left my mom.” and to what seemed like eternity waiting for a response from eunseok, you felt disheartened. maybe you thought too much into it. what were you even thinking taking this as a sign that you may have found love. before you turn around and walk away, eunseok stutter’s out a response. saying sure, prompting the two of you to exchange phones to add each other’s contacts.

you grab your phone from eunseok and return his phone. after you’ve entered your car again and exited the parking lot you let out a squeal. just like you would when you were younger whenever you’d tell your mom about the boy you had a crush on in middle school and how he looked so cute during lunch time. 

eunseok

eunseok sighs and slightly hits his head, “idiot! why didn’t you ask her out?” he says. when he’s getting ready to leave he notices you’ve already driven off and are about to exit the parking lot, he pulls up behind you, waiting for you to make your turn onto the road. thinking about how he’s going to have to wait a whole nother year before being able to see you again. his little crush he’s developed over the years while visiting his mom.

eunseok realizes he’s been waiting for a while behind your car when he stops thinking about regretting not asking you out. he sees you put your car in park and he watches you exit the car and make your way to his window to which he rolls down. 

“do you wanna go out sometime?” you ask as eunseok pops his head out his car through the window. “as a thank you… for the flowers you left my mom.” you explain further. eunseok is shocked you just asked him that he’s a bit speechless. the silence is so deafening you take it as a no, but before you walk away he stutters out. “s- sure.” you hand him your phone and so does he, adding one another into each other’s phones. you make your way back to your and exit the parking lot. once you’ve left eunseok can’t stop smiling, cheeks flush; almost as pink as the carnations. he even double checks his phone to make sure you really did put in your number, you even texted yourself through his phone. 

next year

“ready?” eunseok asks. it’s been a whole year since you met eunseok. the day after both of your mother’s death anniversary. your relationship has grown a lot within that one year. growing closer each day, getting to know one another, and eventually dating. he’s parked outside of your job, standing next to his car. 

today marks another year, the day of both your mother’s death anniversaries. he’s come to pick you up after work so the two of you can visit your mothers. you walk out the office building towards him with a smile and nod. he extends his hand out to you and you grab; the two of you quickly share a kiss. you enter the car and he closes the door behind you and makes his way to the driver’s seat. before he drives off you groan, “what’s wrong?” he asks placing his hand over yours and slightly rubbing it. “i forgot to grab the flowers, i’ve been so busy with work and-” you start to ramble, feeling your anxiety start to build in your chest. “hey… everything is okay. i’ve got it” he says. soothing your nerves. you look at him endearingly and he shares a smile. 

he reaches in the back seat and presents you with a bouquet of flowers, specifically pink carnations. “you got them?” you ask. “of course, i’d never forget.” he responds. your heart was now beating a lot faster, not because you were anxious or that you were beginning to feel like the world was crumbling beneath you; but because eunseok has started to make you feel happy. replacing your anxiety with joy and allowing you to grow out of your habits of suffering alone. that we would gladly suffer with you if it meant at the end, there was no pain but just love. 

the two of you arrive at the cemetery, deciding to visit your mom first since eunseok’s mom was a bit further down; you’d visit her after. you introduce eunseok to your mom and vice versa. tell her about the year you’ve had and how happy and grateful you are to have eunseok in your life. he holds you tight, an arm around your shoulder; slightly rubbing your arm to further your soothe and provide comfort. 

you pull out some photos from your bag, childhood photos you wanted to share with eunseok and your mom. a few of you and your sister during your birthdays, photos of you beginning the first day of school, but one in particular caught eunseok’s eye. a photo of you and your mom at han river, she's bent down to your small height helping you blow bubbles. it wasn’t the image of you and your mom that caught his eye but something in the back of the photo. a mother is holding her small son up on her shoulders. she’s wearing a bright yellow sundress while the son is fitted into a red shirt and denim blue shorts with a cap that has a propeller on top. 

“wait…” eunseok says causing you to pause your trip down memory lane of childhood photos. “everything okay?” you ask him as you turn your head to face eunseok. he brings his arm from around your shoulder to grab something from his bag. he takes out a small tin box, one an assortment of cookies used to reside in. “cookies? eunseok are you hungry?” you ask him with a slight chuckle. “no… look.” he says after opening the tin box and flipping through some photos. he hands you a photo, one that looks familiar but you can’t tell why. the photo is of eunseok as a baby, sitting on top of his mom’s shoulders. “aww, you’re so cute! look at your little hat.” you say pinching his cheek. “nooo, not that. look at this.” he grabs the photo of you and your mom blowing bubbles and puts them next to each other. there you realize that in the back of your photo with your mother at han river, there was a boy with his mother as well; and in the back of eunseoks photo with his mom, stood a mother bent over to help her daughter blow bubbles. 

the two of you make eye contact, realizing that at this moment. you’re both sat at the cemetery your mother’s are buried in together, in which another instance in both your lives, where the two of you alongside your mother’s were near at hand. sharing the memory of a joyful time with not only your mother’s but now with one another. 

copyright 2024 - present © jjhyn all rights reserved

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

could you do a oliver wood x fem!reader fic/blurb, and it’s about their first kiss and stuff 💕 and could you possibly make the reader in the year younger? love your writing xx

Hi! Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but thank you for the request! 💕

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“You enjoy the show?” Oliver smirked as he walked up the stands towards me. He was still in his practice clothes, his hair completely mussed.

I put down the textbook I had been reading and smiled. “Yeah, I particularly loved when you nearly fell off your broom. Great work there.”

Oliver laughed and sat down on the bench below me. “Ah, I figured that would impress you.” He leaned his arms on my knees and gazed up at me with those honey eyes. “Say, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

“Probably,” I said with a sigh. “But I’ll be on my own. All my girlfriends have dates.” I scrunched my nose.

“And you… don’t?” Oliver raised an eyebrow at me. “What, all the good fifth-year boys are taken?”

I pinched Oliver’s cheek playfully. “They must all be intimidated by the fact that my best friend is an older guy. A big, strong quidditch player at that.”

A laugh escaped Oliver’s lips as he shoved my hand aside. “Well, I apologize for ruining your love life.” His smile softened. “How can I ever make it up to you?” He feigned thinking for a moment. “Maybe this’ll work.”

Without warning, Oliver leaned up towards me, bringing his lips to mine. Initially, I leaned back, caught off-guard by the suddenness, but his hand reached up and caught the back of my neck, pulling me forward. I sighed against his soft lips, wondering what took us so long to get here.

It definitely felt too soon when Oliver let go. He let out a small laugh and looked up at me bashfully.

“Hope that was okay,” he finally said, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I just…” He shrugged. “Wanted to try it, I guess.”

Color flooded my cheeks as I tried to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “I, uh…” I bit my lip. “Well if you want to try again, that’s totally fine with me.”

Oliver’s surprised laugh filled the air. “Only if you let me take you out on Saturday. A proper date.”

I leaned forward again. “It’s a deal.”

[unrequitedloveletter]

I want a love like the movies- give me a trope/character dynamic from this list, a song (or a specific lyric from a song that you want me to base it off of, or even a poem, anything that is seen as art is acceptable here) and a time of day. I’ll use that to write a fic with a minimum of 1k words. 

kaz brekker with 29 (from the list) anddddd almost by hozier?? idk first song to pop into my head haha

Love- K.B x gn! reader

okay, this is the last of your requests and it's coming out on my official two year fic-iversary! I posted my first ever fic on maliciousbrekker two years ago to the day, and it's been a wonderfully wild ride in things ever since! No regrets with anything I've done here, honestly!

As for requests generally speaking, the goal is to have at least one more coming out over the weekend! My two year anniversary requests are taking precedent right now because I've been demotivated and haven't posted many of them, but after the two year anniversary requests are done, I'll go through my inbox and decide what I want to write vs what I don't and then I'll proceed and hopefully my requests will be open again by the date in my bio!

The prompt you chose was: reader/writer

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings-Kaz is probably a little ooc

"You and your books," Kaz observed as he came into your place. You lived in a flat not too far from the Barrel, one that was simultaneously within walking distance of the Crow Club and the Slat as well as Wylan and Jespers place.

You'd bought it to own it with a portion of your money from the ice court, spruced it up to your liking and saved a room to turn into a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, covered in every book you owned and organized to your preference.

You'd bought a desk for Kaz to use, and within it were countless heist plans, countless letters to Nina, Matthias, and Inej, and even a couple of the journals that Kaz had bought two years before but had only begun using in the weeks after the Ice Court job had been completed.

"I have my books and you have your heists, love," you said, shrugging as Kaz sat at the opposite end of the velvety couch you'd kept in the sitting room. "Everyone has their vices."

"How is it?" Kaz asked. You jabbed at each other for your hobbies occasionally, poked fun and delighted in the sounds of scoffs that eventually turned into barely amused laughter, but in the end, you cared about the other persons hobbies, too.

No matter how much you may have poked fun at Kaz and his love for unlined leatherback journals, for the expensive ink he purchased from a Fabrikator near the heart of the city, you always bought him the ink when you noticed he was running low before he did.

You bought him new leather journals when you saw one that he might've liked in a windowsil and bought him ones engraved as a gift on his birthday or during the holidays.

And, in turn, Kaz did the same. He bought you books from the authors you loved whenever he'd heard that a new one was releasing, took your most beloved books to a book binder when the covers were wearing out and the spines needed re-gluing.

He asked how you liked the books you were reading when he noticed you were reading a different one, bought you the books that your eyes lingered on whenever you'd see something in a bookshop window.

"It's good," you said. "How're the heist plans coming?"

"Decently enough," he responded. "A hundred thousand kruge per person on a seven person crew, if you're in?"

You grinned as you closed your book, looking at the cover for a moment.

"How convenient it is that you ask me to join you on a heist when the book I'm reading involves one."

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

You shot him a look, and he nodded. "Yeah. It's your way of saying yes."

You watched him stand, heading for your office, a pen, and one of his journals.

"Love you!" You called after him. You heard Kaz's amused laughter in response and smiled to yourself.

He didn't need to say it back for you to know he loved you in turn. If anything, he'd likely be the one to turn down the lamps and blow out the low-burning candles when he was done planning the heist he'd asked you in on.

He'd be the one to find you with a book in your lap, having told yourself "just one more chapter" even as your eyes were drooping and sleep was on its way

[aphroditeslover11]

the jealous oppie fic is def going to win the poll but you should still write him teaching the reader how to drive another time that idea is so cute!!! i adore your writing

Driving Lessons

This was very fun to write, I'm a horrendous driver and there is nothing like the fear of stalling in the middle of a busy road! Sorry that this is so short, but I hope we were thinking along the same lines.

As always, based on fictional Cillian Murphy Oppenheimer, if you don't want to read it you don't have to.

Oppie teaching you to drive would certainly be an interesting experience. His own terrible driving was legend, especially among his friends who had all experienced his habit of cornering at seventy, driving at break-neck-speed purely for the thrill of it and making them all fear for their lives. When he found out that you had never learnt to drive though he was insistent that it would be him who taught you, he thought that it would be something fun that you could do together at the weekend. Boy did he have no idea what he was in for!

Though Robert did have an old Buick that he drove around the base, he decided to steal one of the army Jeeps, making sure that he found the most battered one possible so that any accidents wouldn’t have too many implications. He started off by heading into the desert, him driving and getting you to watch what he was doing, explaining it as he went.

“I’m going to change gear, we’re only quite slow so I’m just going to go up from second into third. I’m taking my right foot off the accelerator, putting my left foot on the clutch and moving the stick right and straight up. Make sure you take your foot off the clutch before putting it back on the gas or all hell will break loose!” He carried on doing this until he got to a straight stretch, turning off the engine.

“Right, I’ll give you a go,” he said, getting out of the driver’s side, coming around to your door as you shuffled across into the seat he had just left. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to crash into out here.” 

All he asked you to do the first time that you took to the wheel was drive in a straight line and move from first into second gear, within moments you had managed to stall the damn thing, sending you into a fit of panic. You just sat there, ridiculous things about having broken the engine going around your head. Robert was quick to figure out what you had done wrong though. Gently encouraging you to start again. After a few tries you eventually figured out the gear change and he decided that your clutch control was good enough to try your hand at some steering. He set you off in second gear to drive around a sizeable boulder in the middle of the open area. 

“You don’t need to panic, you can’t do any damage to anything out here, you just need to take your time and hold your nerve.” He was forced to eat those words when you panicked, completely mis-steering and careering off into the huge rock. He had tried to dive across you to grab the steering wheel, but it was too late and he ended up trying to shield you from the impact instead. You were both startled, taking a moment to breath before Robert immediately turned to you, making sure that you weren’t injured.

“Maybe that was enough for today,” he suggested, trying not to touch any nerves or appear as condescending - he knew that you would be absolutely furious with yourself. “We’ll try again tomorrow maybe, I think you probably need a rest though after that.” You let him take back the driver’s seat, putting the banged up Jeep into reverse and leaving the scene of the crime.

[flowercrowngods]

🌷 make me write/wip wednesday 🌷

i’m a little trapped in my head right now so i’ll appreciate all the asks to make me write 🫶

🤍the rules:

vote for the wip you want me to write

send me an ask (anon or not) that i need to answer with a snippet for your choice that has to contain at least as many words as there are votes in the poll

multiple asks are welcome and encouraged 🫶 (i really need to get out of my head)

🤍the wips:

🌷 who did this to you pt. 4 // tales of blue

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | read on ao3

post-s3/pre-s4, eddie finds steve at the boathouse badly injured and barely conscious and takes him to wayne (steve&robin&eddie incoming)

🌷 time loop demogorgon steve

based on this post by @rogueddie and my tag rambles

🌷 high yearning makeout fic

based on this ask by @izzy2210

The older kids getting high together! Steve and Eddie start the evening off a bit distant, Eddie's maybe a bit shy because of his crush on Steve, but they end up high all over each other making out (and probably more..)

🌷 sub!kas!eddie

exhibit a || based on an anon

Kas!Eddie where Steve uses positive reinforcement to help him feel like less of a monster. As Eddie becomes more human, the rewards get steamier.

(if you see a wip of mine not listed here but you’d still like some more words on it, just ask nicely 🫶)

tagging: no, but please join me and pretend i tagged you if you wanna, idk who does these anymore 🫶 (also shoutout to @sharpbutsoft for your last wip weekend)

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Weekend WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland 💕

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more). (There are also questions for artists/GIF creators below).

For Writers

1. WIP List:

Ex Fic (tentatively titled “You and Your Sensational Soul”): TK, Carlos & Owen go to see TK’s ex’s band play when his tour rolls through Austin. Set during the fiancé era between seasons 3 & 4.

TK Strand’s Day Off: exactly what it sounds like, it’s going to be a 5+1 five things TK does on his day off, mostly building it around the paddle boarding with Buttercup scene and this line from Call Me If You Get Lost (as requested by @carlos-in-glasses in the comments of that fic): “So far TK plans to sleep in, arms and legs wrapped around Carlos like an octopus in a forced cuddle, hopefully have lots of lazy sex and maybe catch up on the new season of Emily in Paris.”

Tarlos’s Day At The Gym: exactly what it sounds like! Carlos does free weights with some buddies from work, TK takes a barre class and reminisces over the time Carlos took a class with him and just …could not hang. Carlos reminisces over a time he wouldn’t have felt comfortable coming to the gym with his boyfriend and kissing him when they go their separate ways in the locker room. TK sits in the sauna naked and Carlos loses his mind.

West Wing AU: Carlos works in the White House, TK is an embedded war reporter who’s called back to the states and has to fill in at the White House press corps while his colleague is on maternity leave. He thinks reporting on domestic politics is SO BORING, and he complains to Carlos about it loudly. But. They fall in love. There could be a scandal on both sides if it gets out. What will happen? Will TK go back to being embedded? Will he stay in DC for Carlos? Will Carlos follow him off on his next adventure? I DON’T KNOW LET’S FIND OUT!!

9-1-1 emergency fic: that’s all I’ll say

TK & Paul Buddy cop fic

CHRISTMAS FIC!!!

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Ex Fic, I think it’s about halfway done

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Probably the West Wing AU

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

I’m only actively working on Ex Fic right now, and that one is really enjoyable because it’s part of my music series. Music is my biggest passion in life and the thing I get the most joy from, so writing about it and sharing aspects of what I love about it with you all is so fun!

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

The West Wing AU!!! I have never written an AU before and I’m scared.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

Probably the emergency wip because I have to kind of know what I’m talking about and make it exciting like the show.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I typically have all my stories beta read unless they’re 2k or less. I will likely have the West Wing AU sensitivity read depending on where I have TK embedded.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Yes!! TK Strand’s Day Off! I wrote the paddle boarding scene months ago and I just. It’s not coming to me. But it will!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Okay, I think it’s gotta be TK’s ex Felix from Ex Fic. He’s a musician, he’s a producer and a DJ. They didn’t break up for any nefarious reasons, he was an exchange student at NYU’s music program when TK was in the fire academy. They had fun together, but they always knew Felix was going home (to Germany) so. It was sweet but short, and he’s one of TK’s only exes that treated him well. So Carlos can’t even hate him 😂

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Well there is a (Lemon style) sexytimes scene in Ex Fic so probably that one atm. However, TK Strand’s Day Off is definitely gonna require some sleepy morning sex, yeah?

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Probably West Wing. Maybe the gym fic depending on how heavy I get with Carlos thinking about how he never felt comfortable holding a man’s hand at the gym before. We’ll see!!

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Ex Fic if only because it’s the only one that’s written 😂 I think my Owen characterization is really good tho

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Ex Fic bc it’s the most written

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Ex Fic fic for sure

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

This is a tough question, I think I always set pretty high expectations for myself and my fics. But I feel really good about Ex Fic because my fics centered around music have been some of my most well received.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not that I can remember

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

I think the emergency fic will for sure. And the TK & Paul buddy cop because it’s gonna be a screwball comedy so I’ll really have to nail the jokes.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

TK & Paul Buddy Cop for sure. Carlos is going to be so exasperated.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

I think Ex Fic is going to involve a lot of Owen, and it’s from Carlos’s POV so I guess we can consider it an outside POV of TK’s relationship with Owen. I always love exploring that relationship and especially from Carlos’s POV because we know how much he respects Owen and values his opinion. So seeing Owen being fond of one of TK’s exes is really gonna throw him for a minute.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

In the emergency fic TK and Carlos will have to team up to save Andrea

TK & Paul Buddy Cop is not an AU

Christmas Fic will be more TK & Marj friendship

Tagging (for artists/gifmakers here’s the original post with the questionnaire for artists!) @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @chicgeekgirl89 @tarlosmalec @herefortarlos @tellmegoodbye @ambiguouspenny @guardian-angle22 @fckingyrs @ladytessa74 @birdclowns @whatsintheboxmh @iboatedhere @your-catfish-friend @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @rmd-writes @thebumblecee @chaotictarlos @theghostofashton @never-blooms @freneticfloetry and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Oh My God, You Did Not!

Words: 1095

Warnings: angst, reference to reader and Spencer having previous relationship, me almost writing smut but stopping cause...year, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

Criminal Minds Masterlist Main Masterlist Join my Taglist

Just a reminder in case none of you read my fic "I Would Tell Them If I Could, But I Can't" Reader and Spencer had a relationship for about 2 years before they broke up and then they just kinda slept with one another after bad cases which lead to the reader getting pregnant. They kinda have a co-parenting lifestyle where reader is the “lead” parent and Spencer get’s child (Avery) on weekends and some weekday

Takes place around Season 13 Episode 3 (episode where Matt keeps his wife from going into work on time...which is sorta how I got inspired for it)

I literally forgot about this…it’s been sitting in my drafts for about 1-2 weeks lol

This was originally written for my OC Abby (which a longer version will be posted on my other account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters later)

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N opened her door and was surprised to see Spencer there. She gave him a soft smile but before she could say anything, he took a single stride in and grabbed her face in his, kissing her harshly. She hardly had time to breathe as he kissed her. When he finally pulled away, she breathed heavily and held her hands on his chest.

“I want you. I don’t care that it’s against the rules. I don’t care that we could get kicked off of the team or out of the FBI as a whole, I just fucking need you.”

“Spence, Avery is--”

“Asleep. I think I still know her sleep schedule. It’s past 3 am. She’s asleep Abs.”

“But you just--”

“I know, I know. I worked to get reinstated, but I don’t care.” He brushed some of her hair out of her face, “If I get kicked out because I love you, then I don’t care.”

She gripped his shirt and this time she was the one who pulled him into the kiss. This time his hands went down to feel under her shirt, she made a noise that was swallowed by the kiss. She moved backwards and heard him kick the door shut. Her hands fumbled as she walked backwards and tried to unbutton his shirt. They stumbled a few times but eventually made it to her bedroom where he kicked the door shut there as well.

She felt her knees reach the back of her bed and she allowed herself to fall back on it, pulling him down with her. She smiled as she finally succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt and he shrugged it off and she also pulled her top over her head. Spencer attached his lips to hers again and she felt his hands fall down to the buttons of her pants. 

She pulled away for a moment, “We won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. N-no one has found out about,” She stopped mid sentence as she moaned after he bit and sucked her chest. “About Avery. No one has to know anything.”

“I’d like that. Keeping you as my dirty little secret.”

She nodded, “I do too.” She glanced over at the door, “Is it locked?” He nodded his head vigorously as he pulled her pants down. That was the last confirmation that she was fine with this.

----

Y/N groaned as she woke up. Her whole body was sore. She felt the spot next to her and was surprised to see that Spencer wasn’t there. But that was when she clocked just how much light was coming through the window. She shot up, which she regretted but pretended it was alright and grabbed her phone. Letting out a string of curses as she realized the time. It was 30 minutes until she was supposed to be at work and it took her that much time to get there, without traffic.

She unlocked her phone after she saw the text from Spencer that was sent to her around 2 hours ago. When she usually would wake up and get Avery ready for school. 

“I’m getting Avery ready and taking her to school. You needed 

the sleep you were getting and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I’ll see you when you get in the office later.”

She tossed her phone on her bed as she stumbled over to her bathroom. She turned the faucet on and tossed the washcloth in and her toothbrush. She quickly brushed her teeth and spit the excess out in her other sink. She tossed her toothbrush in her holder and wiped her mouth before she grabbed the washcloth and soap and washed her face. She moved as fast as she could while putting on her makeup, thankful that it was just second nature for her at this point. She grabbed a clip and quickly brushed her hair before tossing it up. 

Running into the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes and got ready as quickly as she could. She grabbed her phone and bag as she was slipping her shoes on. She smiled as she ran into her kitchen and realized he had made coffee, happy that she had a new pot that kept it warm for a few hours. She grabbed her travel mug and made her cup before grabbing her keys and dashing out the door to her car.

----

Y/N wasn’t even sure if she had locked her apartment as she stood in the elevator. She was 50 minutes late. She knew that Luke and JJ would give her shit for it. And once Emily would be done getting mad at her for being so late, she would too. 

She ran into the office and tossed her bag on her desk as she ran to the conference room. Spencer had already texted her that they were meeting about a new case. She nearly tripped and fell into the room from running.

“Sorry! Sorry! I know I’m late! My alarms must have not gone off. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s alright Y/L/N. Just grab a file and get your go bag, we’ll get you up to speed on the jet.” Y/N nodded as she breathlessly grabbed a file, refusing to give a glance to Spencer. She walked out of the room and back to her desk in order to grab her go bag.

“So, why were you late?”

She looked up at JJ, “I told you, alarms.”

“Nah, I don’t believe it. You have a...look on you. Something I haven’t seen in...around 5 years.”

Y/N looked down bashfully, “Shut up.”

“Oh. My. God. You did not!”

She grabbed her go bag from underneath her desk and just shrugged. She saw JJ lean forward on her desk and look at her intently. “Spence told me he got to take Avery to school. Won’t deny, I found it weird, but I just thought you had something to run and do this morning. When I asked Emily she said you hadn’t mentioned needing the ability to come in late. And so when you do, you’re flustered. Just like you were back before Avery was born. Spence looked less stressed and tense and so do you.” JJ gave her a smirk, “Or maybe I’m just delusional again.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Even if what you were suggesting was true, I cannot say a thing as we are on the clock.”

JJ smiled and leaned back, “Guess I’ll just have to wait for the next time our kids hang out.”

Y/N smiled, “I guess you will.”

[sunshinesdaydream]

The Power of Love Part 2

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: The return of the bad pick up line and the first date. Content Warning: Clones and reader speak Mando'a badly because I can't language. Word Count: 2289

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Notes: -All of my fic in this AU are named for songs and are on the playlist linked above.

Short Bios for Isa Mio and Greatheart are complete.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka

-End graphic credit to @tcwmatchmakingau for the reward for completing a request.

-Title image by me

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

You didn’t bother reading the packet, or rereading the profile. Between the medical frigate and the supply depot on Coruscant, you had interacted and were basically adopted by enough clones to not only have more than a handle on their culture. But also be part of it. You spoke and understood more than enough mando’a to understand when they decided to speak it. That depended heavily on their trainers and who their COs were. Greatheart adopted you as a sibling not long after falling for Isa. Many of your coworkers, both on the ship and on Coruscant had become very close friends. Almost all of them were troopers. Just about when you were going to dig around for dinner, Isa and Greatheart showed up with take out. “We’re here to keep you company!” Isa said, holding up a bottle of wine. “I’m here to keep you company,” Greatheart said, as he set the food on your counter,” She’s here to tell you more about the guy and grill you about what you are going to wear,” “To make up for it, I brought your favorite!” Isa reasoned. Arranged at the small dining table, Isa started in. Full on info dumping about the guy. When she started analyzing his microexpressions from when she talked about you, Greatheart said, “I think that’s enough, Love,” “I’m glad it’s in the evening, I’ll have a chance to go shopping,” you say, trying to head off the clothing debate. “I need something more appropriate to wear for skating and see if the skate shop has some plain coverings. If not I might have to use the ones at the rink…” “What are you talking about?” Isa asked. “Your skates are pretty, and don’t you have clothes to skate in?” “They are all like this,” you gestured to the brightly colored outfit you wore. “I’ll find something more mature to wear,” “The kark you will!” Isa exclaimed pushing back from the table and marching off to your room. “What are you doing?” You ask as she began riffling through your closet. Cursing in several languages came from inside your closet. Something toupe in color got thrown out of the closet with a yell of “Throw that the kriff away!” Greatheart leaned in the doorway, still sipping the wine you had with dinner. “Now you did it, vod’ika,” he laughed. “I picked him for you because he is going to love your bright, colorful self” she said, emerging with one of your favorite outfits. “This, is perfect!”

You skated the rink, trying to blow off the nervous energy. Isa had been trying to find someone for you since she found Greatheart. But she had been a romantic for as long as you knew her.

Maybe the extra nerves were because Greatheart had been so sure? You didn’t know. You kept switching between anxiously watching the entryway when you could to pointedly not looking at it. The rink was empty for the most part, as it usually was on this day. The busy days were the weekends.

You figured you would know him when he walked in. Not many clones came here, the ones that did were regulars that you knew. So you did know it was him the minute he came in. But he also spotted you right away, and smiled brightly and waved. You realized Isa probably showed him a picture or a hundred of you. He looked so very happy you couldn’t help but smile back as you headed over to him. “Looks like you’re having fun, meshla!” He called as soon as you were close enough. “I am!” You answer, “want to learn?” “Let’s do it!” The excitement in his voice was not faked. “I hadn’t even heard of this before,” “I don’t think it’s even done outside of Coruscant anymore,” you answer. Wondering at the ease of the conversation. “Wouldn’t know,” he answered as the attendant didn’t even bother to ask shoe size and handed him skates. “Everywhere I’ve seen so far is either to rural or too stuffy. Some of the guys would love this even if it would give our medic fits,” “There is a reason I never told Isa about being in roller derby,” you tell him. “What’s that?” He asks, eagerly. “Later,” you laugh, “let’s get you skating first” He begins changing to the skates and you notice his shoes. Bright purple athletic shoes, obviously new or fairly new. “Oh I love your shoes!” You exclaim. “Really?” He asks, his voice stumbles for a beat. “I wasn’t going to get them because someone told me they were childish, but I went back to get them today,” “They are such a good color” you tell him, “You shouldn’t listen to people that say you shouldn’t wear what you like,” as you internally kicked yourself for doing the same. “I don’t anymore, cyar’ika,” he grins up at you as he finishes lacing his skate. Hardcase definitely wasn’t the most difficult person you ever taught to skate. He actually took to it fairly easily, but got ahead of himself more times than not and ended up falling with a laugh. You couldn’t help laugh with him. One time, he was laughing harder than the other times before. “You didn’t hit your head did you?” You ask, “I really don’t need a medic after me,” “No,” he said, catching his breath, “just remembered something kind of stupid,” You give him a questioning look, but you don’t press. “The guys were trading bad pick up lines,” he said, “I think I’m falling for you,” he laughed. You giggle and say, “oh that is bad,” He uses one finger, tilting your head up for you to make eye contact and with a soft grin says, “yeah, it is. But I think I might also be true,” then brushes a soft kiss to your cheek. Next thing you know he has a hold of your hand and is asking you to teach him the next thing. “You just fell trying the last one,” you protest. “Maybe some practice?”

"The turn or the kiss?” Hardcase asked, impishly. “Both” you answered immediately. He smiled brightly, “good!” You actually spend another hour skating when you can hear his stomach growl over the music. “Time to eat?” You ask, laughing. Hardcase nods enthusiastically saying, “come on, I know just the place” as he is already moving. He had you out on the crowded walk and weaving through the crowd. Your hand securely in his as he led the way. It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes when you are outside a diner. “It’s not the one I usually go to, but it’s still good” he grinned. “Sounds good to me,” you agree. “They have milkshakes?” “Of course!” He said as he led you went inside. While you waited for the food to arrive he asked, “how do you feel about pranks?” “I like to participate in them,” you grin. “Good, because Rex asked a favor,” Hardcase said. “Rex, as in the Captain?” You ask. “You know him?” “I know his signature from his requisitions, the forgery that I’m sure is one of his medics that I let slide through, one that always requisitions the wildest things, and one that tries to get explosives,” you count off on your fingers. His shoulder shook with repressed laughter, mischief sparkled in his eyes. “Wait, you?” You asked. “Let me guess… the explosives?” “Why do you think that was me?” He laughed. “I guessed,” you laugh. “The guys are not going to believe this. So who is doing the random combinations?” “Fives, or Echo. Or both” Hardcase answered, still laughing. “They sound fun,” you say. “They are,” he grinned, ”they are great brothers,” “Wait, Captain Rex wants you to play a prank on someone?” You ask. “More like my brother Rex wants us to get back at some of my other brothers because they were obnoxious on his first date,” he answered. “What did they do?” You ask. Hardcase told you about Echo trying to hack Rex’s com to listen in on the date, failing that tried to follow them around. He had you laughing so hard you could barely breathe when the food arrived. “Good to know they do it out of love,” You laugh, as you dip a fry into your shake he grinned and did the same. “Kind of like Isa?” he asked. “Isa is a menace, ever since Greatheart showed up on the ship, ”you shook your head. “It took about two standard

months for her to get settled and then she started trying to set me up with anyone,” “The ship?” he asked. “The first half of the war I was in charge of supply on one of the medical frigates. It's how I met Isa,” you explain. “She was assigned the bottom bunk and I had the top. I don't stay very still in my sleep. The first night I woke up floating in the air next to the bunk. It's how she basically kept me from being in bacta for two days and I found out she was from the Jedi service corp,” You trade stories over the rest of your meal and then as you go out and walk around aimlessly. Eventually you make it back to the entrance of your building. “So, what did Rex want us to do?” You ask, remembering the earlier conversation. “What? Oh, I don’t know yet,” Hardcase answered, “he wanted to wait and see how tonight went” “And how did tonight go?”You tease. Hardcase looked a bit more serious, his smile slightly more shy, “Like I’d be a di’kut to let you go,” his hand on your lower back, pulling you close as you blush. “Why would I want to leave?” You return, still blushing. “I'm not too childish for you?” he asked, his tone somewhere between teasing and plaintive. “You?” you ask, “What about me? Maybe we just play well together,” “Do you think we do?” he asked, now grinning, running his fingers gently along your cheek before cradling the back of your neck. “I think so,” you hold on to his broad shoulders. He hummed in agreement as he gently kissed you. As you pulled him closer to you, the kiss deepened and became almost playful. The hand he had on your back tracing random patterns through your shirt. When the kiss ended naturally, both of you smiling, he asked. “Can I com you tomorrow?” “You better,” you answer,”Because I'm going to com you too,” “When can I see you again?” he asked. “Mmm,” you hum, thinking. “You said you had early patrol the day after tomorrow?” He nodded in response. “Want to come over and we can make a pizza and watch a holo?” you offer. “I'll bring some icecream,” he offered. “You're going to spoil me,” you accuse him. “I hope so,” he said, giving you a quick kiss. “Sweet dreams,” he murmured against your lips. You don't think you are going to be able to fall asleep. But you do, waking to both your alarm and your com going off at the same time. Isa, she knew your schedule as well as she knew her own. “'Morning, Isa,” You mumble, pulling yourself out of bed. “How did it go?” she squealed.

“Isn't it early for you to be talking shop?” you ask as you stumble into the 'fresher to brush your teeth, blinking in the bright light. “Office doesn't open for another five hours,” You hear faint grumbling in the background. “Did you wake him for this?” you ask. “Heart is fine, now tell me about how it went,” she returned. “It went great,” you say through a mouth full of toothpaste. “Great? Is that all?” she said. “I need details!” “You know you aren't getting any details out of me this time of day,” you remind her as you continue to brush your teeth, propping the com up on the sink while you start to multitask getting ready to leave. “If I didn't do it now I would have to wait until you went to lunch, or left work for the day,” she said. You hear Greatheart mumble something about patience and the sun not being up in the background. “I agree with whatever he said,” you tell her, rinsing your mouth. “You always take his side,” Isa pouted. “It's because he's usually right,”You answer, washing your face. “Not usually,” Isa said. “Okay, always,” you answer. Your com starts beeping that someone else was trying to contact you. You look at the screen, Hardcase. “Isa, he is trying to com. I'll talk to you later,” You switch lines. “Hi,” you say.

“Hi, could I see you for a minute?” he asked. “Um, yeah,” you went to your door panel and saw him on the screen. You push the code for him to come up. You were still in your sleep clothes, hair a mess from sleep, but you didn't care. You opened the door in time to see him step out of the lift smiling. Evidently in the middle of a morning run, shorts and t-shirt, a bit sweaty. He walked towards you, cradled your cheek with a warm hand and kissed you with the same playfulness as the night before. “Good morning, babe,” he said as soon as he pulled back. “Good morning,” you answer, slightly dazed. “Talk to you later?” he asked, backing into the lift as he asked. He laughed as you nodded enthusiastically as the lift door closed. You immediately call Isa back, ”I’ll be by after work with tea for you and a caf for Heart. Tell him I love him,” Evidently you were on speaker. “Love you to, vod’ika. You owe me a pastry for this,"

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Hi ! I just finished Rise and I have so many thoughts:

At first glance, this has potential to be a wholesome romance but I know dark!rafe is coming… my mind is going to potential kidnapping and false imprisonment ? Since he keeps saying he would not leave without her 🤔

I am still debating if I am scared for or of the sister. She has as much potential to be a nuissance to rafe or for wanting to take revenge against any eventual slide against her brother !

Sayyed is an interesting character, in real life he would probably get on my nerves a little not going to lie but he seems to be self aware and not afraid to apologise to people when needed. We’re dealing with someone a little more emotionally mature than Rafe there… We’re in for a ride I feel like 🤣

Also wanted to commend you for taking the time to build an entire dystopian world for your fic ! This is not as common on fan fictions but oh so cool. Truly incredible !

Hope you’re doing well and I’ll see you soon ❤️

rise as a wholesome love story would definitely be worth the opportunity to write another time (perhaps one day lol). but i’m liking your theories about where the story may go! i can neither confirm nor deny of course so i hope you keep reading to find out😉

as for nuha, this i don’t mind spoiling. i haven’t had much opportunity to flesh her out since i have so many characters & that’s my b, but nuha is a soft character. protective, yes, but she isn’t capable of true harm. but hey! if you’re feeling conflicted thoughts toward her then i feel very satisfied w that as i prefer writing characters that are more than one-dimensional.

the sayyed hate train is killing me🤣 i definitely didn’t intend for him to get on people’s nerves but i’m not mad about it. but yes, hes very emotionally mature & well aware of himself, which 100% makes him & rafe strong adversaries (there will indeed be much more turmoil between the two moving forward)🫣

thank you!! i definitely feel this is a more ambitious work for myself & sometimes feel i’ve bitten off more than i can chew (in my non-fanfiction writing i rarely explore outside my genre of choice & dystopian is very very outside my comfort zone). but your praise means a fuck ton to me so THANK YOU💛

i hope you’re doing splendid as well! again, your thoughts & review means everything to me so thank you for taking the time to share😭 rise will be updated sometime this weekend!

i adore you!

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Fic request for Jumin and White Chocolate for @altaluneslair!

the direction I'd like it to go in is having a date with him for the whole day in cheap and commoner places without travelling by his car~ So, the date may go: travelling by public transport, eating street foods in the market, playing in arcade game center, dining in small gopchang restaurant, attaching love padlocks in Namsan Tower, just strolling around somewhere, or etc.

I'll be honest, I spent a long time watching Seoul vlogs and reading travel pages to write this fic 😅 I tried to get the details and setting right but my skills are limited by the fact that I've never visited Seoul or done any of these things.

That being said, I like how this fic turned out. It's nothing like anything else I've written for Jumin and it was a lot of fun to research and write. I hope you enjoy!

✧ White Chocolate ~ Going on a Date

Jumin and his wife stand side-by-side at a subway station, looking for all the world like any other commuters. Since they arrived at their station, she has been talking to him excitedly about how well-connected they are, that her commute used to be so much longer before she moved into the penthouse. Jumin listens to her talking, content for any information she gives him about her life before. The idea of doing this several times a day is something he can’t imagine. Sometimes, he forgets how different her life used to be, how much has changed for her since marrying him.

The idea for today’s date had started as a simple conversation over dinner just this week. He had stayed back at the office later than usual, so to make it up to her he called in the chef to make them a nice dinner to share when he got home. Over dinner, after talking about their day, their discussion had moved to weekend plans.

“How do you feel about visiting the vineyard? The weather is supposed to be lovely this weekend, we can just relax."

She had nodded slowly, as if in a daze, then her face broke into a good-natured laugh. He looked at her, perplexed.

“Sorry, that sounds wonderful! I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just that hearing that out loud… it’s still a little bit surreal. Going to the vineyard for the weekend as if it was as easy as crossing town.”

“Probably easier, we wouldn’t have to deal with traffic,” Jumin replies.

“Thank goodness for the plane.”

“So, what would you have us do on our day off?”

“Well, I used to keep a list on my phone of places to go and things to do when I had time off in the city. I haven’t gone through it in a while, but I’d probably have picked some things from there?”

He tilts his head to the side inquisitively. “Like what?”

“Oh, things like trying out new food stalls at the market or playing in the arcade.”

That was what got his attention. He always found himself fascinated by things so common to the everyday person.

“Well, why don’t we do some things from your list? The vineyard can wait until next week.”

And just like that, the idea for their ‘commoner date’ was born. She managed to get him to agree that they’d go out like she used to before, no personal driver, no security team following them (though just a call away and monitoring their locations at all times), no fancy restaurants or exclusive events. She instead took the time to plan out a full day of activities she would have done on a date if she weren’t married to Jumin Han.

Jumin, of course, wasn’t allowed to know about any of them until the day of their date itself.

The subway arrives right on time, and he follows her close behind as they step on. They find a single free seat, and  Jumin automatically stands aside to offer it to her, but she hesitates.

“I admire your chivalry, love, but are you sure you don’t want to sit?”

“Of course I am.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

“Are you doubting my ability to stand?”

“Of course not! If you’re sure, then I’ll take it, thank you.”

She sits down and watches as he stands resolutely in front of her and holds on to the bar (after just a second's hesitation at the idea of the germs). It’s not a bad sight. She convinced him to swap out his usual suits for something more casual and comfortable, so today he’s dressed in black simple trousers and a linen white shirt. His hair is less styled than usual and is floppy and soft over his head instead of combed neatly.

Perhaps she was wrong to worry. He’ll be fine.  

The subway doors shut and it pulls out of the station. The people have crowded closer around each other, and Jumin stands stiffly. The momentum of the train moving makes him wobble dangerously and he receives some dirty looks from the passengers around him.

 “Jumin, I’ll ask you one more time.”

“…Perhaps I should take the seat.”

She slips out of the seat and he sinks into it ungracefully. She stands up opposite him, holding on to the bar a lot more steadily than Jumin was a minute ago. He huffs at the sweet smile she flashes him.

She keeps a mental note of the stops they’re passing and her eyes linger Jumin as he people watches. He has spent so much of his life kept at a distance from people, and she has noticed that he enjoys any opportunity he gets to watch people going about their lives. It’s one of the reasons he likes the charity parties so much, for the wide variety of people he gets to meet.

Finally, they reach their stop and join the crowd of people stepping out and onto the platform.

“So, are you going to tell me what you have planned yet?”

“Well, first of all, I thought I’d bring you out for some of my favourite street food. We can't spend a day out without lunch.”

The entrance to the market is only a few minutes away from the subway exit (and Jumin is starting to understand her earlier excitement at their central location). Entering the market feels like entering another world. Garlands are strung from the ceiling, and the walls are lined with food stalls. It’s almost overwhelming, but he can’t stop looking around.  

Of course, he has known about the food markets in the city for a long time, heard his employees talking about them between themselves and even recommended them to clients looking to experience the city. However, he has never had the chance (or reason) to visit one himself.

It's full of people: groups of friends chattering while in line for food, people clustered around tables and conversing with the salespeople. She doesn’t let go of his hand as she leads him down the line of food stalls and stops at a specific one.

“Oh, Jumin, you have to try this!”

It’s a pancake, by the looks of it, fried in oil. She orders them one each and bring them to the table by the stall. He sits down next to her and she pushes the little aluminium dish towards him to taste.

He takes a hesitant bite and tries to ignore her gaze on him as she waits for his reaction. He concentrates on the pancake instead. It’s crispy and flavourful, and probably has got more oil in it than anything he has eaten recently. It’s delicious, and he tells her as much.

She smiles, satisfied, and starts eating her own pancake. They chat, and he asks her about visiting the market and her favourite foods. As he listens to her speak, he slowly grows less conscious of all the people surrounding him. He isn’t used to being alone – without security – in crowds like this. But despite his face being plastered on magazines and tabloids frequently, it seems like nobody here has recognized him. He even starts to relax a little bit. Clearly, nobody is expecting to see Jumin Han and his wife in the middle of a busy food market in the city.

When they both finish, they get up from the table and keep walking around the market. They stop at one more stall for drinks and keep walking, cups in hand.  

When they leave the market, Jumin is full and content, even excited for their next activity.

“So,” he says, “Are we taking another subway?”

“Nope! This time we’re taking a little walk to our destination.”

And so they do. Hand in hand, they walk down the street. Jumin likes the anonymity being in a crowd of people lends him, likes the security that her hand gives him at the same time.  

His first reaction at the arcade is a sort of shock. It’s dark, full of neon colours and loud noises coming from the machines. It’s overwhelming, to say the least.

They linger in the middle as she surveys the array of games she has to choose from. Jumin stands close to her, eyeing the machines warily. They’re loud and bright, and he isn’t sure what to make of them. Sure, he plays video games at home sometimes (a secret that’s well-kept from the RFA members), but surely this is different. For one thing, his games are not this loud.  

She spots a machine, and as Jumin follows her gaze, he starts to laugh. It’s a car racing game, complete with a steering wheel and gears. He knows what she’s thinking without her having to say anything.

“Come here, Jumin, I want to test out something.”

She ushers him over to the seat, instructs him to get ready to race, and puts a coin in the slot. He sets off, jerking the wheel back and forth with more force than she'd expect from such a machine. She stands behind him so she can watch the screen and cheer him on. For a second, it looks like he’s doing pretty well. That is, before the car slams into the barriers and he gets overtaken by the rest of the racers.  

Jumin doesn’t even wince.

“You’re going too fast to control the car, slow down!”

“The objective of a race is to be the fastest.”

“Yes, but you cannot be the fastest if you keep getting stuck.”

He finishes the race in last place, and she is reminded once again to never let him behind the wheel of a car.

From there, they move on to a few rounds of air hockey (which she ends up winning, despite his best efforts), then a round each on a platformer game (where Jumin actually gets a high score). On their way out, Jumin gets distracted by a little soft toy in one of the claw machines that looks a lot like Elizabeth the Third and insists on trying to win her.

After going through half of their coins, she decides to take over and try her luck. Jumin hovers over her shoulder, giving her instructions and encouragement. After going through nearly the rest of the coins, she gets lucky and catches the little cat toy. She takes it out of the slot and presents it to him like it’s an expensive piece of jewellery.

He holds it gently in his hands, admiring the little toy.

“We’ve freed you now, don’t worry. Just wait until you meet Elizabeth. She’ll love you.”

When they finally leave the arcade, his ears are ringing and the light outside feels too bright. He isn’t sure how Yoosung and Seven manage to visit so often without getting headaches, but he has started to see the appeal of the occasional visit.

He looks to his wife, who is looking out at the street expectantly. He still has no idea what she has planned for the rest of their day. Before he can ask her what she’s looking for, a taxi pulls up to the pavement and she walks towards it to say something to the driver.

“This is for us, Jumin, get in!” She must have ordered the cab when he was busy at the claw machine.

“Isn’t this cheating?” He asks after slipping into the backseat.

“Well, let’s call it a grey area. It’s getting close to rush hour and I don’t think that’s an experience you’re missing out on.”

He agrees.

She refuses to tell him where they’re going next, so he can only guess by trying to identify the streets they’re passing. Luckily for him, their next destination is one he recognizes.

They step out of the taxi and find themselves at the Namsan Tower cable car station. This is another city landmark he has often recommended to business partners, and one he often hears about from others.

He already knows he’s going to like this part of their date. They buy their tickets and wait for their turn to board (he prefers this to the subway). Once they've boarded their cabin, he holds onto one of the railings and she wraps her arms around him for support. He puts his arm over her shoulders and holds her close as they watch the city grow smaller and smaller from the windows.

It's definitely better than the subway.

The sun has started to set by the time they reach one of the viewing platforms. The city stretches out beneath them, but the view is different to the kind Jumin sees from his office. At work, it sometimes feels like he can reach out and touch the city with his fingertips. Even worse, sometimes it feels like the city below is reaching up for him to pull him down to them. As much as he loves his job, the people it sometimes brings to him are the kind who would do anything for a taste of his world. They both know that better than others.

From over here though, he feels untouchable. It’s calming, to have it at a distance for once, instead of being in its centre.  

“I have one more surprise for you, Darling.”

She wriggles free from his arms and starts rooting through her bag. She finally pulls out a padlock. It has their initials engraved on it, and under it a small inscription.

He takes it from her hands and examines it carefully.

“You had this made?”

“I had it engraved for us on short notice. I thought we could do one better than the ones the souvenir shop offers.”

He chuckles. "It's perfect."

They take their time looking for the perfect place to hang it. Walking around the perimeter of the viewing platform, stopping to admire the view as the sun slowly sets, then finally settling on a place.

It’s on the outside of a railing, on top of layers of other locks (a hundred other promises that were made before them) that they choose to fix theirs. They close it together, hands over hands, and then take a second to admire it.

The sun has almost set, but in the soft light, they can still make out the little engraved inscription.

Dedicated to old sunsets and new experiences, I'd follow you anywhere

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Landslide

j.m.k. x reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: Your last date night with Josh before the next leg of their tour is a bittersweet one. But, the night may not end as sad as you might have expected...

warnings: None! Enjoy some sweet Josh fluff for today ;)

a/n: This is my first fic so bear with me! This idea came to me one night and I just couldn't shake the feeling that I had to write it down. I recommend listening to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac while reading, as this little story is based around the song and will include several song lyrics. enjoy :)

You walk out of your bedroom and check your watch for the time.

6:55 PM. Josh texted you earlier this afternoon to let you know he’d be there to pick you up at 7.

“Well, this is it,” you say to yourself as you adjust your necklace in the large circular mirror in the foyer of your apartment. You take this moment to examine your outfit, your jewelry, your hair. 

You decided to wear a new dress that you picked out last weekend - a black dress with lacey, long sleeves and a v-neckline. Around your neck, you’re wearing the gold necklace that Josh had given you for your one-year anniversary - a small pendant with a J engraved on it. You gave your long hair some loose curls with your curling iron, finishing it off with the front pieces pinned back to keep them out of your eyes. You want everything to be perfect. Absolutely everything.

For the past few weeks, you knew that this day would come. The last day you can spend with him before he leaves again for another leg of their tour. While you’re so proud of their success and how happy it makes him, there’s another part of you that dreads these moments where you have to say goodbye. 

Since you and Josh had met not too long into the pandemic, in early 2021, adjusting to him going on tour has been difficult. You were both so used to seeing each other every day that it was hard to imagine him not being there. Obviously, this isn’t the first time. They’ve been on tour practically all year, but every time he leaves feels like the first time. With your job in Nashville, it’s very difficult to get time off to go with him for a long amount of time. You were able to spend some time traveling with the band in Europe over the summer since you used your vacation time, but that has now run out.

Lost in your own thoughts, you barely hear the knock on the door. You finally hear another knock, a louder one, and take a deep breath as you walk to open the door. You turn the knob and waiting there on the other side, with a huge smile on his face, is Josh. Your Josh. Just seeing his face and his smile is enough to brighten up any bad mood.

He’s wearing his favorite long-sleeved white shirt, a pair of khaki pants, and high-top white vans. He has his usual long, beaded necklace around his neck, and you notice that it seems he has shaved the sides of his head a bit more - probably in preparation for tour. He always liked to have a fresh haircut before a new string of shows.

“Hi, darling,” he says, looking down to take a glance at your outfit and then returning his eyes back to yours. You smile back, “Hi, love. I just need to get my shoes on and then I’ll be ready to go. Get in here, you.” He crosses the threshold and you notice he’s holding the most beautiful bouquet of flowers that you’ve ever seen - an arrangement with baby’s-breath and daisies, your favorite. You slide on your heels and then look back at Josh. “Are those for me?” you ask with a smirk. He replies with a nod and a kiss on your cheek as you take them from his hands and bring them to the kitchen to find a vase. 

Josh follows you into the kitchen and leans against the counter as you cut the stems, fill the vase, and place them on the center of your kitchen island. He looks you up and down again. “Angel, you look so beautiful. It’s like you were handpicked by God himself and brought down to Earth just for me.” You look down bashfully, but he brings his hand to your chin and lifts it back up to look at him. He smiles widely once again and plants a short, but sweet, kiss on your lips. You smile into him and pull away, saying “Come on love, it’s time to go. We’ll be late for our reservation.” He groans out, “Fine, if you insist,” and extends his arm for you to grab and walks you out the door. 

It’s only a short car ride to your favorite restaurant in Nashville, a steakhouse with an intimate and cozy atmosphere, and the best food in town, in Josh’s opinion. Josh’s jeep pulls into the parking lot and he pulls into a space in the front, turns the car off, steps out, and opens your door. You flash him a smile, step out of the car, and hold his hand as you both walk into the restaurant. He opens the front door, saying “After you, m’lady” with a cheeky smile on his face. He’s always a gentleman, even when he’s cracking jokes. 

You both sit down at your favorite table and don’t even bother to look at the menu - you both already know what you want. It’s oddly comforting, to have a go-to place for dates like this, because you both already know everything like the back of your hand and can just focus on each other. No need to look at the menu or feel worried about what to get, you can just talk to each other and enjoy the other’s company. Moments like these, where you both can just bask in the other’s presence, are the moments that you know you will miss the most while he’s gone. The thought of it leaves you a bit sad, and you can’t seem to hide the emotions on your face. The waiter comes to take your drink and food orders. Josh takes your hand from across the small table with a smile as the waiter leaves.

He takes this time to examine your face and notices the sad look that has appeared there. “Darling, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You turn a shade of pink, embarrassed that you wear your emotions so clearly on your sleeves, and sigh. “It’s nothing, my love. I’m sorry, I’m just really going to miss this- miss you.” You cringe a bit, knowing that you’re probably going to bring the mood down by bringing it up.

He gives you a weak smile, and you can tell he’s feeling the same way. He squeezes your hand and says “I’m gonna miss you too, angel. So much. More than anything. But we’re gonna be okay, just like we always are.” He then smirked, and you knew this look from a mile away. He always made that face when he was about to tell some elaborate, dramatic story. “When the sun and the moon fell in love, they thought they would never be able to be together. But they have eclipses, don’t they?” You smile wide and nod. “We’re finishing our eclipse tonight, and that’s always hard. But we’ll have another eclipse again before you know it, my moon. And it will be beautiful. We’ll be alright, don’t worry your pretty head about all that right now. Let’s just live in the now, yeah?”

Josh always knew exactly what to say to calm your mind, he had this way with words that no one else has ever had before. He is so incredibly special and doesn’t even know it. He really is the sun to your moon, your other half, your soulmate. 

You nod and he brings your hand up to his mouth, planting a small kiss on your knuckles. You both go about the rest of your meal like normal, like there is not an impending storm coming to disrupt the paradise you both have worked so hard to build. You laugh, you tell stories, and you just soak up each other’s presence. Finally, it’s time to leave, so Josh pays the bill and offers his arm to you yet again to walk you out to the car. You take it with a smile and walk out of the restaurant.

He opens the car door for you yet again, and you get in. He rounds the front, opening his own door and getting in, then turning it on. He backs out of the space and pulls onto the street to take you back home. You take this moment to switch on the radio, turning on the 70s radio station that you both love so much. You hear a familiar guitar pattern and smile softly to yourself as the song starts.

I took my love, I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

You turn to Josh and he smiles wide, grabbing your hand in his.

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills

'Til the landslide brought me down

One of yours and Josh’s favorite songs. On your first date, you brought him home for a drink and he sifted through your record collection in your living room. As he flicked through the records, he spotted Fleetwood Mac, their self-titled, and smiled to himself. He looked back at you, and said “Fleetwood Mac? Good taste!” and then turned to place it on the turntable. You both sat on the couch and sang along to all of your favorite songs, until Landslide came on. He stood up, reached his hand out for yours, and raised an eyebrow at you, silently asking you for a dance. You obliged, placing your hand in his and standing up. You put your right hand around his neck, keeping your left still in his, and resting your head on his shoulder as you swayed to the beautiful song. That’s when you knew that Josh Kiszka was going to be a hard one to forget. And you were right. You were never able to forget about him, and you never will. Instead, you fell in love. Fast, and hard.

He looks over at you and starts to sing along.

Oh, mirror in the sky

What is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

You smile, and reply:

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

You laugh together with love in your eyes as you both sing in harmony for the chorus.

Well, I've been afraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm getting older too

At the guitar solo, he brings your hand to his mouth and peppers it with short soft kisses, making you giggle. God, you love him. There was no one else in this world that you would want to sing in the car to your favorite songs with. This moment has made you absolutely sure that you both would be okay. No matter what happens and how far away from each other you will be, you will always have this. Love for music, together. That feeling alone defies any amount of distance from each other. 

You sing the chorus together again, and you smile as he sings the final verse to you as he pulls into a spot in front of your apartment and puts it in park. 

Oh, take my love, take it down

He turns to you and places his left hand on your cheek.

Oh, climb a mountain and you turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Well, the landslide bring it down

You kiss his hand that cups your cheek and he looks at you to finish it. You place your right hand on his hand in his lap, and sing:

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Well, the landslide bring it down

Oh, the landslide bring it down

Tears start to form in your eyes and he brings you in for a kiss. A kiss that feels like it could be your last kiss, so passionate and forceful that it takes your breath away. Every last kiss when you say goodbye before tour felt this way, but this one was different. Good different, you think. 

Josh pulls away and reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He opens it and pulls out what looks like a house key. You give him a puzzled look as he places it in your hand and closing it. 

“Y/n. This is a key to my house. I want it to be our house, angel. I want to come home from tour next time to see you and your beautiful, smiling face waiting for me in our home. Together. I don’t ever want to come home to a house that doesn’t have you in it ever again. Please say yes, darling.”

You smile so wide and open your purse, placing the key inside. You look back up at him, “Oh, Josh, of course I will. I’d love nothing more than to start a life with you, my sun.” You lean in and give him a hug so tight that he thought he might explode, as he places a kiss on the top of your head and rubs your back with a smile on his face. 

He pulls away and cups your cheek. “You can move your stuff in as soon as tomorrow. As long as I come home to see all of your things in my house and your beautiful face smiling back at me, I’ll be happy. I never want to have to say goodbye to you like this ever again,” he says with a smile. “Goodnight, y/n. I’ll miss you more than anything, my moon. Our next eclipse will be the best one yet.” He kisses you softly, and you pull away and caress his cheek one more time. “Goodnight Josh. You’ll be coming home to me again before you know it. Go kill it, rockstar.” You smile wide and open the car door, getting out of the car and closing it shut. You give him one last smile, blow him a kiss, and walk into your apartment lobby.

As you unlock your door and go inside, you can’t help but smile to yourself. You don’t even care about the logistics of ending the lease for your apartment, or hiring a moving van, or telling your parents. All that matters is that, soon enough, your home is going to become your home, yours and Josh’s. Together. Not even a bittersweet night like tonight could ruin that. You take your shoes off and walk towards your bedroom to get ready for bed, allowing your mind to wander off and think about all the possibilities of your future. 

Before you know it, the sun and the moon will eclipse once again, and it will be life-changing.

[timotheechlamett]

hiii this is my first request ever and I was wondering if you could do a timmy angst fic! I identify as female so maybe something where he neglects reader pls

BROKEN BOUNDARIES

this ask definitely tapped into my subconscious, writing this felt super super personal.

NOT PROOF READ AT ALLL.

WARNINGS: angst, toxic!Timothée, toxic!Reader, foul language, ANNGSTTTT.

let me know if I missed anything.

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He was away for work again.

He’s away for work and for the first week he called me non-stop, texted me between cuts, until he wasn’t. I simply chalked it up to the fact his scenes were getting more intense, there would be more takes, not as much free time.

It’s been a week since he last called me, now there’s only two days before he comes home.

Of course he texted me a few times letting me know what he was doing on set and how much he missed me, but days since I had heard his voice. It killed me to miss my boy so much.

And then came the pictures.

The day he was coming home I found out he indeed had time to call me. Instead the days, almost weeks before his arrival, he was pent up on yachts, going to clubs, even a very lengthy outing with his co-stars the night prior to his flight. It wasn’t that I had an issue with him having fun, it wasn’t about cheating, not about a type of envy having the bonding experiences you should with your co-workers as an actor.

It’s completely about the fact he intentionally didn’t call for seven days and I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, what I feel is strictly pain.

I throw my phone down on the bed and collapse on the surface just the same.

I love him with my entire being and I know he does too, or I thought? Does he in this moment? I feel almost betrayed, I feel forgotten, put off.

This is not the first, second, or third time something like this has happened— Honestly, I’d lost count during the years of us being together. It was a fact of principle and that I had made a point to tell him the last time, that it hurts, it hurts deeply to be so disregarded.

I could cry, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere, right? I could blow his phone up with how hurtful it is, but that would also be a dead end.

I rake my mind for solutions. I laid there for what felt like hours before picking up my phone.

—

‘Hey!’ My friend answers.

“Hey, are you busy this weekend?” I ask.

‘No not at all, why what’s up?’

“I’m- I was wondering if I could come up there for a day or two, I need a girls weekend.” I sigh.

‘You know you’re always welcome here. Why are you even asking? Are you okay?’ She questions.

I let a tear slip and steady my voice, “No, yeah I just need a couple days for me. I’ve been in the house for nearly two months.” I try and manage a chuckle.

‘Will you be here tonight? I thought Tim was..coming back today?’ She prods cautiously.

“He is but I-,” I close my eyes and will myself to be calm, “I’ll explain when I get there okay?” I nearly whisper, two more tears fall from my eyes. There was a pause.

‘Let me know when you leave, okay? I love you.’

“I love you too.” I end the call, getting to my feet and start packing my bag.

It wasn’t long before I had everything I needed for the weekend, I sit the duffle bag on the bed before showering and changing into a clean comfortable outfit. I check the time.

‘7:32 PM’

I could be there in two hours if I leave now I thought to myself.

I rip some notebook paper from an old journal and write Timothée a note explaining where I am, who I’m with, and that my phone won’t be on.

Petty? Probably. But it feels good.

I make my way down the steps and move to open the front door only to have it opened for me.

“My love!” He embraces me, I use my free hand to wrap around him, I indulge the feeling remembering how his warmth feel, how he smells, before pulling away.

“I missed you, missed you so much.” He beams as he kisses my head, standing before me with a wide smile until he saw my bag. I curse myself mentally.

“Where are you going?” He questions, I step aside and he steps into the loft setting his bags down.

I remain silent for a minute, taking him in. He didn’t look the least bit fatigued by the 14-hour flight, by being away for such a period, he looked well rested even. Meanwhile I could feel the bags under my eyes, the knot in my throat prevents me from saying anything immediately, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I um-“ I press my temples with my free hand, “I’m gonna go to The Hamptons, to Rae’s, for the weekend. I just need some time to myself-“ I finally get out.

His face falters and I can feel the tension thicken like being drowned by waves, “Baby, I just got back, please just stay til the morning ?” He cuts in before caressing my face with a grin like nothing was wrong.

This tension is one-sided.

I look up into his eyes feeling myself tear up, “No. No I can’t.” I say quietly, pulling in a sharp breath, “Timothée you— I cant keep getting put off. I can’t keep getting treated as second when you’re away you-“ Hot tears fall down my cheeks, i drop the bag, he lets me go, “I told you how shitty it feels, multiple times, you keep doing it. Why?” My voice breaks as the tears continue to fall.

“W-What do you mean? How shitty what feels?” His voice raises slightly, his face scrunched looking at me.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” I let out a soft chuckle, tears continuously streaming down my face, “You act like you do nothing wrong regardless of how many times I bring it up-“

“I didn’t do shit-“ Hee cuts in.

“No Timotheé! You did the ONE fucking thing you always do! You’ve had a whole week to talk to me, seven days! I’ve gotten a mere text for half those if that, I saw the pictures-” I choke on the word, his jaw clenches, “Pictures of what!” He moves closer as he yells, “What did I do-“ I cut him off.

“You’ve been fucking off for nearly two weeks, not caring how it would make me feel, you’re girlfriend,” I’m sobbing now, “Remember me?” I take in a heavy breath.

“I haven’t been fucking off? I do care how you feel I just-“

“It takes seconds to call and let me hear your voice,” I run my hands roughly through my hair, “Seconds that you couldn’t fucking spare out of a week plus!”

“Baby please-‘ He moves to grab my hands.

“No, you don’t get to charm your way out of this,” I wipe my face, “Not this time.” I push past him and grab my bag heading towards the door, I feel resistance.

His hand tightens around the back straps of my bag, “Please don’t, please, I’m,” He pulls me closer to him, caressing my face with his hands, “I’m sorry, please,e Ii’m sorry-“

Tears pool in our eyes as we stare at one another, “Please don’t leave-“ He closes his eyes and sets his forehead on me, his tears falling against my cheek as my own mix with them.

I take a shaky breath, “You keep breaking the boundaries I’ve set,” I sniffle, “I’m tired of being disappointed,” I look up, meeting is teary eyes, “By your empty promises.”

I pull away from his embrace and gather my things, walking to the door, “There’s a note for you upstairs.” I call back not looking at him.

“I love you.” He chokes.

I glance over my shoulder at him, opening the door and throwing my things in the back of my car, starting my drive to The Hamptons.

I see the half mark sign and feel an overwhelming sadness, hot tears testing my eyes. I blink them back.

Love is kind, love is patient.

Love does not dishonor.

Love does not fail.

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be fine.” I repeat to myself.

Love always perseveres.