#this is entirely for how soft Neo's eyes can get

[heretherebedork]

The softest eyes that Dynamite does not deserve.

[xomakara]

No One But You

SUMMARY | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son. PAIRINGS | Xiaojun/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, daddy!Xiaojun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight angst, fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,813 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Originally, this was supposed to be a fantasy with the whole isekai theme. But this idea had been swimming in my mind lately and so here you go. I hope this makes sense and that it flowed okay. I struggled a bit haha. Hope you all like it.

"Just give it some thought," Renjun, your best friend, muttered one day. You were both sitting in your favorite cafe, drinking your lattes and getting on each other's nerves with an annoying amount of frequency. It was a pretty standard Sunday afternoon to be honest - so you had just agreed to meet here.

Nothing special.

"And what do I get for this?" you asked, glancing up from your coffee. Renjun had been pestering you to join him at this new company your friends Mark and Johnny established. They promised it would be very profitable and the pay was good as well. And he was very persistent. Like never ending. He'd been talking about it nonstop since yesterday morning when you woke up.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your coffee. "I mean it's not like I don't want to help them out, but they're not giving me any kind of perks."

"You get to see eye-candy all day long." Renjun snorted. "How is that not a perk? At least this way you can finally find someone who'll satisfy you better than-"

"Don't you dare say his name." You muttered under your breath.

"C'mon Y/N." Renjun patted your hand. "It's been years since you last dated Jungwoo. I’m sure he’s happily married and has kids. Besides, you have a son now, too. Does Xiaojun know?"

Xiaojun...

The father of your son.

You've known Xiaojun since your college days. He was a friend of Renjun, Mark and Johnny and he always tagged along whenever you hung out with them. Back then, he used to flirt shamelessly and his charm would always manage to make you laugh and blush simultaneously. You were in a serious relationship with your ex, Jungwoo, during that time, but that all changed however, when you ended your three year relationship with him. Your relationship just didn't work out. He cheated on you multiple times. You loved him with all your heart, though. But you couldn't be with someone who hurt you constantly. Your heartbreak left you feeling empty and lonely. Your entire world crumbled around you and you felt like nothing could ever go right again.

Your friends were there to help you through your tough times. To cheer you up, Renjun and the others dragged you out to the biggest Neo frat party of the semester, despite your constant protests. Of course, you had fun that night. It was a relief to forget about your troubles for a while. In a drunken stupor and clearly horny, you found Xiaojun dancing nearby. Without thinking twice, you walked over to him and grabbed his hands to sway to the music. And god, he was sexy in those leather pants and tight black shirt. It was hard to resist him and not give into temptation. After a few minutes, you decided to dance closer to him. And God, he smelled so good. Like fresh air, soft lips and spring flowers. That did it. Before you knew it, you were making out with him against the wall.

Things quickly escalated and before you knew it, the rest was history. It was just a one night thing between you two. And you never did date him. He left to study overseas a few weeks later and disappeared off your radar.

When you found out you were pregnant a month after that drunken night with Xiaojun, you were scared and confused. You never imagined that one drunken night with him could have changed your future so drastically. The urge to tell him that you were pregnant was overwhelming. You wanted to reach out to him, talk to him, tell him about the baby, apologize for what happened that night. But you also couldn't deny that your decision that night wasn't completely your own.

You'd been depressed and lonely since your breakup with Jungwoo and Xiaojun provided you with the comfort you needed. Was it wrong of you to use him that way? Or did you deserve something more? If you chose to keep the baby, who would take care of it? Where would you live? Who would be its father?

You had to tell someone and you eventually told Renjun, Mark and Johnny about your pregnancy, revealing that Xiaojun had to be the father since he was the last person you’ve slept with. Your friends reacted predictably: they offered their unconditional support and told you that you were strong enough to raise the child on your own. They were your best friends and they wanted to be the best uncles they could be to your son.

But even after that fateful night, you continued to think about what could have been if he had stayed. If you had found out you were pregnant if you were together.

You shook your head. "No, he still doesn't know about our son."

Renjun sighed. "You know he's back in town. He’s been asking me about you too. Its just a matter of time before Xiaojun talks to our friends and finds out he has a son. You should tell him before that happens."

"I know but I can't just tell him I got pregnant after one drunken night together. There are too many details involved."

Renjun ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "What are you going to do, Y/N?"

"That's the problem. I don't know what to do." You mumbled. "I don't want him to resent me or hate me. I want him to love my son and accept him. That's all I ask for."

"Then just tell him. I'm sure he won't mind if you told him the truth."

"But what if he does?" You replied, looking down at your cup. "Wouldn't that complicate things? Especially since we have a child together. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he blamed me for ruining his life or something. I wouldn't be able to look at him or be near him anymore."

Renjun shrugged. "Who says he will blame you? You guys are adults, after all. Plus, we’re not children anymore. Our lives are different. It's not the same as back then. I think you're just being paranoid."

"Am I?" You looked up, frowning. "Do you really believe I am?"

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not really, no. I know you, Y/N. You're more forgiving than most people. But sometimes, people need to face the consequences of their actions. And even if they don't, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. It's not like your son needs a man around to protect him."

Renjun waved away your concern. "So don't let your feelings towards him ruin your happiness. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. So tell him about your son."

“I’m home!” You called out as you stepped into your apartment.

You heard the pitter patter of small feet and a small figure ran out of the bedroom before launching unto you. “Mommy! Mommy!”

You cooed as you picked your son up in your arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your neck and buried his face into your chest. "Hi Dongjun, my beautiful angel. Did you miss me?"

"Of course!" He squealed excitedly. "I missed you, mommy."

“You’re so silly.” You giggled as you planted a kiss on top of his head. “You don’t need to miss me because you’re going to see me every day. Right?"

Dongjun giggled excitedly and nodded his head. "Right mommy!"

"Good." You hugged him tightly. "Because I missed you too."

The two of you walked slowly down the hallway. Dongjun held onto your hand and grinned widely as he talked about his random adventures with Uncle Jisung, your younger brother. When you asked where Uncle Jisung was, your son pointed at your brother's room stating that 'Uncle Jisung is studying'.

“Hey Mommy, wanna watch a movie with me?” Dongjun asked, tugging at your shirt sleeve.

“Okay honey, but first, can I change into comfy clothes?” You questioned, pointing towards your bedroom.

“Mm hmm.” Dongjun nodded enthusiastically as he plopped on the couch and proceeded to watch TV.

After changing into sweats and a loose t-shirt, you settled down next to your son. You placed your hand on his head and smiled as you stroked his hair gently. It was nice being able to spend quality time with your son. Dongjun was so happy when he was with you. He loved watching movies and playing games with you. You could already tell that he was smart, mature and creative. If only you could turn back time, things would be different.

You wondered how life would have been if you told Xiaojun about Dongjun. Or how it would be if you got together with him. But looking at your son, you knew that whatever happened, you made the right choice. No matter what choices you made in the past, your son will always be yours.

“Alright, time for bed. Let’s snuggle.” You told your son as you pulled him close to your body.

“Yes!” Dongjun grinned happily.

You leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and you smiled as you closed your eyes. At least one good thing came out of that drunken night, you thought.

"Mommy?" Dongjun suddenly asked as he poked you in the arm.

"Hmm?" You opened your eyes and glanced at your son. "What is it honey?"

"Did you love daddy when you first met him?"

“Hmmm…now that’s a tough question to ask me, squirt.” You pinched his cheek. “How should I answer it?”

“I think you loved Daddy.” Dongjun said confidently. “Because if you didn’t love Daddy, then I wouldn’t be here today. So you must have loved Daddy when you first met him.”

You smiled as tears welled up in your eyes. Dongjun was such a sweet boy.

"Sweetie, you are the most important person in my life. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." You hugged him tightly. "I am very lucky to have a child like you."

"Aw, Mommy. Thank you." Dongjun wiped away the tear from your eye. "Now let's go to sleep, okay?"

"Yes." You nodded. "Night-night, Sweetie."

Dongjun yawned as he curled up in your lap. You kissed his forehead again and whispered good night in his ear. Then you watched as he drifted off to sleep.

You didn't expect that your life would turn out like this. You had always dreamt of finding true love and getting married someday. But fate decided otherwise. Now you were living alone, raising your son singlehandedly. A part of you wished that things could have been different. Maybe your son would grow up knowing his father. Maybe you could've dated Xiaojun or find another man to share your life with.

But all those questions went unanswered as you drifted off to sleep.

There was nothing you could do about it. The past is the past. And there was no point dwelling on it anymore. Your son was the only light in your life. Without him, you would have been lost in despair and misery. You may not have found love, but you learned to accept what fate gave you.

Everything else was secondary.

God damn, he's still handsome.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you watched Xiaojun put in his order with the waiter. Even after all these years, you still found him attractive. And he noticed you noticing him. His smile widened and he leaned towards you slightly. You held your breath as you smiled politely.

There was no denying that you felt some attraction to him back in your college days. If you weren’t dating Jungwoo back then, you would have jumped on the chance to get with Xiaojun.

But you never acted on those thoughts. There was no reason to start a relationship with him when Jungwoo was willing to be by your side. But that was before there were problems in the relationship. Before you broke up with Jungwoo. Before you found yourself alone.

Back then, everything was perfect. You were the happiest girl alive. Everything seemed so easy. You spent all your time doing fun stuff with your friends and boyfriend. As long as you were with them, you couldn't imagine a life without them.

It was an exciting time in your life. You were young, carefree and optimistic. Life seemed limitless. You had so much hope and dreams. What would you do now that all those hopes and dreams have faded away?

All that was left was regret and pain.

And now here you were, years later, sitting across from him as he gave you a sweet smile. That smile was one thing that always got to you. Especially after all this time. You tried to act natural, but the truth was you felt like you were caught in your own private show. And you weren't the only one noticing him. There were quite a few women gawking and flirting with him, although he seemed to not notice.

Xiaojun stared at you intently for a few moments before speaking. "So how are you doing, Y/N?"

"Eh, good, thanks." You shrugged. "How are you?"

"Glad to be back home." He said, smiling broadly. “I really missed Korean and Chinese food here."

You gave him a small smile. "It’s good to see that you were doing good overseas though."

"It was tough but it was worth all the experiences." Xiaojun grinned.

“I bet.” You nodded, trying not to look at his mouth. Jesus Christ, he still looked edible. You were tempted to lean forward and kiss him, but you managed to hold yourself back. "So Renjun mentioned that you've been asking about me. What's that all about, huh?"

Xiaojun blushed as he fidgeted in his seat. "Uh, well…" He paused. “I guess I just miss hanging out with you and the others."

"Life has gotten in the way, that's all." You sighed. "But I promise I'll try to spend more time with you now that you’re back home."

"Really?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "Like, on a regular basis?"

"Maybe." You grinned sheepishly. "Or maybe not. Depends if you keep bugging me like Renjun always does. I wonder why I'm still friends with him..."

“Ha ha, you wouldn't trade him for the world.” Xiaojun replied with a laugh.

"True that.” You chuckled. “He’s my best friend after all.”

A small silence followed. Both of you simply stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Xiaojun broke the silence. "Listen…I'm sorry about what happened in college. I never meant to hurt you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."

"You never hurt me, Xiaojun." You shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. "I was heartbroken when Jungwoo dumped me and I needed a distraction from the pain. We were both drunk and horny at that frat party. I don't regret that one night with you. I don't blame you for it. None of it was your fault."

"You're a good person, Y/N." Xiaojun muttered quietly.

"Thanks." You replied sincerely. "Sometimes I feel guilty for using you to distract myself. And even after all this time, I can't bring myself to look at you without thinking about Jungwoo. It's a stupid reason, huh?"

"No, it's understandable." Xiaojun smiled gently. "People need distractions sometimes. Plus, that one night turned out to be pretty good for you. You enjoyed yourself, found comfort in someone's arms, and felt loved. It helped you get over your broken heart. Even if it was just for one night."

"Yeah. And thank you for that, by the way." You smiled softly. "For taking care of me that night. For listening to me cry about my ex."

"Don't mention it." Xiaojun said as he waved away the compliment. "You were hurting and I cared about you. You needed some comfort and I wanted to provide that for you."

"That makes me feel better." You laughed. You sucked in a deep breath. “Xiaojun, can I tell you something?”

"Of course." Xiaojun assured you.

You hesitated for a moment. It had been years since you talked to Xiaojun but you hoped that he would understand where you were coming from. After a few minutes, you decided to continue.

"It’s hard for me to say this but…” You took a deep breath. “Xiaojun, you’re a dad…”

“Wait, what?” Xiaojun gasped.

“We have a son,” You answered quickly. “His name is Dongjun.”

Xiaojun blinked several times. “Are you sure he’s mine?”

"You were the last person I had sex with before I found out I was pregnant." You nodded your head and pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures of Dongjun. “He looks exactly like you. Just look at the pictures.”

Xiaojun stared down at the photo of Dongjun on his phone. He took in the picture and blinked slowly. His expression softened as he looked back at you.

“Our son…” He murmured quietly. “Wow.”

“I know you might be mad or disappointed that I didn’t tell you but…” You paused. “I wasn’t ready to face you after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come back to Korea and take care of me and the baby because we had that one night together.”

Xiaojun shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, don't worry about that. I know our relationship is complicated but there is no way I would ever resent you or the baby. In fact, I feel happy to hear that you're raising our son well."

“I’m glad you think that.” You smiled. “I never really talked about you. When Dongjun asks where you are, I just tell him that you had to work somewhere far away. How do you tell a four year old that his mom and dad aren’t even a couple? How do you tell him that his mom and dad were drunk and horny one night and that’s how he was conceived? Telling him that you worked far away was the best option.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Xiaojun sighed. “Can I meet him? Please, Y/N? I would love to meet my son.”

“Of course, I’d like you to meet him.” You agreed, nodding. “And knowing Dongjun, he already loves you very much.”

“I already love him too, you know?” Xiaojun gave a slight laugh. “I wish I had met him earlier. Things would have been different between us. I wouldn’t have gone overseas. I would have stayed and we could have explored if there was truly a connection between us.”

“Maybe things wouldn’t have changed that much.” You reminded him. “Even if you did stay, we were really never together. Not after that one night. All we did was sleep together. There was nothing more than sex going on. You flirted with me, sure. And I needed comfort from a broken heart. So there was nothing binding us together.“

“Yes, there was.” Xiaojun argued. “The first moment I met you, that first time you smiled so sweetly at me when Renjun introduced us, I knew I liked you right away. It’s like I could see you clearly for the first time. The way you walked, your attitude, your body language, everything was so perfect. But you were with Jungwoo at the time. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him, so I just tried to hang out with you whenever possible.”

He sighed, looking at you softly. “After you broke up with Jungwoo, I realized that I was in love with you. That one drunk night at the frat party made me realize how I felt about you. And I never stopped loving you since then.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, suddenly feeling sad.

“I didn’t want you to rush anything. You were healing from a broken heart and I didn’t want to add more problems to your life. I just knew that you needed love and comfort even if it was for one night.” Xiaojun explained. “And I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how I felt.”

“I understand.” You whispered sadly. “But you should have told me sooner. Maybe I felt the same way.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.” Xiaojun said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Did you ever felt anything for me? Like, was there any chance that you could have fallen in love with me?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “If I wasn’t dating Jungwoo back then, I probably would have started to develop feelings for you too. Maybe even developed them into something more.”

“I’m glad you said that.” Xiaojun breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Xiaojun, now that you’re back for good…” You paused. “Do you think that we could give this another shot? Maybe see where things really go between us? If you just want to be friends or just in Dongjun’s life, then it’s fine with me. But I just thought…”

“I want that too.” Xiaojun cut you off. “I want to see where this goes. With you, and Dongjun. I can be the father that Dongjun deserves and I will make sure to devote myself fully to my son and to you.”

“Okay.” You agreed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come. Let’s go see our son.”

It took you but minutes by car to reach your apartment. You reached your door and unlocked it, calling out, “Dongjun! I’m home!”

Dongjun ran out of his room with a huge smile on his face. As soon as he spotted you, he jumped into your arms and gave you a big hug.

“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!” He exclaimed happily.

“I missed you too, baby. Where’s Uncle Jisung?” You questioned, wondering where your younger brother was.

“Uncle Jisung is watching TV.” Dongjun suddenly noticed Xiaojun by the door. “Mommy, who’s that?”

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself.

"Well… Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" You offered nervously.

Dongjun looked between you and Xiaojun curiously, wondering what was going on.

“He looks exactly like me.” Xiaojun muttered. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful child.”

“Dongjun, this is your daddy.” You introduced the two of them.

“Daddy!” Dongjun squealed excitedly, jumping off your lap and running towards Xiaojun. Xiaojun hesitated for a second, still unsure whether he should accept Dongjun’s warm embrace. But after a brief hesitation, he leaned down to hug Dongjun with a big smile.

“Hi Dongjun. I’m your dad.” Xiaojun said softly.

“Dad! Dad! DAD!” Dongjun exclaimed loudly, unable to contain his excitement. He wrapped his tiny arms around Xiaojun’s neck, hugging him tightly.

"Oohh." Xiaojun gasped, surprised by Dongjun’s reaction. His body went rigid and he clutched onto Dongjun even tighter.

"Is everything alright?" You wondered, noticing the tension in the air.

"Uh… Yeah, it's fine." Xiaojun laughed. "Just caught me off guard, that's all. He’s just so energetic."

You nodded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Xiaojun. You’ll get used to it.”

“I love him already.” Xiaojun breathed out. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

You smiled widely. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Xiaojun being so affectionate with Dongjun. This must have meant so much to him.

"We're both so happy that you're here, daddy!" Dongjun exclaimed, planting kisses on Xiaojun's cheeks.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Dongjun." Xiaojun replied gently.

Dongjun giggled and wrapped his arms around Xiaojun's neck once again. Xiaojun laughed at Dongjun's enthusiasm. You grinned and looked at each other, sharing a small laugh.

“This is going to work out really well.”

It had been a few months since Xiaojun had moved into your apartment. Your brother Jisung had moved out and said that he and his friend, Chenle, found an apartment to share. You knew that Jisung didn't want to get involved in the love fest between you and Xiaojun.

Yours and Xiaojun’s relationship slowly began to blossom and develop into something more. It started with a few sweet kisses here and there. Soon enough, they became an everyday occurrence. At first, you were nervous and embarrassed. You wanted to wait until Dongjun grew older before letting him catch you kissing his father. However, you soon realized that letting Xiaojun seduce you was the most exciting thing you had experienced in a long time. And not only that, but seeing Dongjun's excitement while witnessing these intimate moments between you and Xiaojun, well…

It was adorable.

At some point, you started falling for Xiaojun. Hard. Your heart raced every time you saw him and every kiss sent shivers through your entire body. Soon enough, the longing to be with him outweighed everything else in your life. You knew that Dongjun loved Xiaojun as well, which helped ease your worries.

One night, the three of you were watching a movie when Dongjun asked you and Xiaojun a question.

“Mommy, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

You looked over at Dongjun and he was eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Sure, honey. What is it?” You asked.

“Where do babies come from?” He inquired.

You and Xiaojun looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. After a few seconds of silence, you decided to take control of the situation.

“Honey, babies are actually made when mommies and daddies love each other very much.” You told him.

“Ohhh…” Dongjun stared at you and Xiaojun intently. “Then does mommy and daddy love each other very much?”

Xiaojun turned to look at you with a wide grin on his face. “Why yes, my little prince. We do.”

Dongjun beamed at the sight of Xiaojun's prideful expression. Then he looked at you and smiled.

“Does that mean I can have a baby brother or sister?” He asked, nodding vigorously.

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks again, smiling at each other silently. Finally, you pulled Dongjun into a tight hug.

“Of course, honey. One day, I hope that you'll have lots of siblings.” You whispered softly.

“Mmm. I'd like that.” Dongjun murmured, snuggling closer to you. "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy."

You squeezed him tightly. “I love you, sweetie. So much.”

Dongjun eventually fell asleep in your arms. You glanced over at Xiaojun who was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with Dongjun's hair idly.

“Xiaojun?” You called out softly.

“Hmm?” He responded, continuing to play with Dongjun's hair.

“I've always wanted to tell you this.” You admitted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I love you.”

His eyes widened at the sudden confession. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm lips on yours. You felt yourself become flush as you pressed against him.

The moment was broken when Dongjun yawned, causing you to let go of Xiaojun's hands. You watched as he gathered his sleeping son into his arms. The two of them quietly made their way upstairs, leaving you alone downstairs.

Your cheeks were flushed red and your mind was filled with images of Xiaojun making passionate love to you on the sofa. Even though it was completely innocent, you found yourself feeling extremely aroused. You wondered if Xiaojun was feeling the same way.

After tucking in Dongjun, Xiaojun returned to the living room. He sat down beside you and looked at you lovingly. “I love you, Y/N. I want no one but you.”

“Who would have imagine one drunken night would lead to us being together again.” You sighed.

“That night changed everything for us.” Xiaojun agreed. “Our lives haven't been the same ever since.”

“I know.” You sighed, leaning against Xiaojun's chest. “If it weren't for that night, I wouldn't have had Dongjun or met you again.”

Xiaojun nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “Neither of us could have predicted how fate would bring us back together. And I am so grateful that it did.”

Your hands caressed his cheek. “I don't regret a single second we spent apart. I think our time apart made us realize how much we needed each other. Without you, Dongjun would never have existed.”

Xiaojun cupped your face in his hands and leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

“Let's enjoy every minute we have together, okay?” He suggested.

You melted into his touch. Every kiss, every touch felt so right. For the first time in your life, you truly felt like everything was coming together perfectly.

"Yes, Xiaojun." You agreed, nipping his bottom lip playfully. "Should we give our little one a sibling?“

He grinned. “Definitely.”

“Have fun and don’t come back pregnant!” Renjun called out, Johnny laughing next to him.

“Dongjun, be good for the uncles!” Xiaojun called out, Dongjun excitedly chasing Mark.

“Yay! Sleepover with Uncles Renjun, Mark and Johnny!!” Dongjun shouted happily, throwing his arms in the air.

Renjun grabbed hold of him, swinging him around in a circle. “Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

You and Xiaojun exchanged hugs with Dongjun before getting into the car and driving back home. Both you and Xiaojun thought it would be good idea to have the guys take your son for the weekend so that you both can spend some time together alone.

Xiaojun held your hand as he was driving. His thumb gently stroked your fingers, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen later tonight.

The only time you had sex with Xiaojun was that one drunken night all those years ago. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you’ve slept in the same bed but you’ve never touched each other intimately. You didn’t want Dongjun to catch the two of you if you were being sexual in any way shape or form.

But tonight was different.

Tonight you planned to surrender yourself to Xiaojun completely. This time you wanted to remember everything that happened and now that you’re together, it would be easy for you to recall all of the feelings and sensations.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Xiaojun pulled you close and kissed you passionately. You groaned at the taste of his mouth on yours. His strong arms enveloped your waist, holding you firmly against his body. You slid your hands up his muscular arms and ran them through his hair. You savored the sensation of his scalp under your fingertips. His dark locks glistened with drops of sweat as he released his lips from yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“Do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Always.” You breathed, closing the gap between your lips once again.

Xiaojun growled deeply as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned as your tongue met his and instinctively he slipped his hand under your shirt. You gasped as he traced the edge of your bra, your nipples hardening instantly.

"I need you. Right now." He breathed heavily.

Your breathing matched his pace. You peeled off your shirt and unhooked your bra, allowing it to slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. Xiaojun smiled widely as he looked down at your naked breasts.

"God, I forgot how great they looked." He remarked, licking his lips hungrily.

He reached down and took your hands, pulling you closer to him. You stood before him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Suddenly, his mouth was on your left breast, sucking strongly on the nipple. Your hands immediately clutched his head, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t help but moan loudly.

"You know..." He murmured between licks and kisses. "I've always wanted a repeat of that night. To feel your naked skin against mine... to kiss your body... to feel you come for me."

"Me too..." You gasped. "At least this time we're sober."

He laughed as he brought his lips back to your right breast, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your hands continued to run through his hair. You closed your eyes as his warm breath tickled your skin. When his hand finally reached your shorts, you grabbed his hand only to help him pull your pants off. Xiaojun slid his fingers underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You trembled as he played with your clit.

"God, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, chuckling. "And so ready for me."

He pulled away momentarily, to pull his shirt off. He slipped his fingers inside of you as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. Soon enough, his cock was freed from his pants and you wrapped it with your hand. As soon as you started stroking him, his hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck!" He grunted, removing his fingers from you and sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing them to the side.

His eyes met yours as he bent his head down and captured your mouth in a kiss. You moaned as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were still stroking his length as he pushed you towards the sofa.

You sat down, running your hand over his muscular chest. You looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Xiaojun..."

"Yeah baby?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I... suck you off?" You requested, leaning forwards.

"Oh god." He breathed. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head.

"Y/N..." He groaned as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

You hummed as you sucked, using your tongue to flick it quickly across the tip of his shaft. Xiaojun slowly stroked your hair as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. His own eyes were half-closed as he basked in the pleasure.

You took more of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down slowly. You could hear him moaning in pleasure as you moved your mouth faster and faster. He gripped the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. You could feel his member throbbing as you took him deeper and deeper.

You began to increase your speed, taking more of him into your mouth at a rapid pace. Xiaojun grunted as he reached his limit, jerking his hips violently. You kept going until he was completely spent, spurting his hot cum onto your tongue.

You swallowed his seed greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of it. After cleaning his cock with your tongue, you withdrew your lips from his member and rested your head on his thigh. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Good job, baby." He praised, running his hands through your hair. "You're amazing. But I'm not done yet."

He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Your tongues tangled in a heated embrace as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Xiaojun began to stroke your inner thighs, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Xiaojun...please...inside me..." You whimpered, unable to hide your desire.

"Not yet." He whispered huskily. "You've been so good for me already. I don't want to stop just yet."

Xiaojun knelt in front of you, kneeling on the floor. He pulled your legs apart, admiring the view. Your pussy was swollen and wet, calling out to him. He bent down and kissed your inner thigh softly, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered uncontrollably. Xiaojun raised his eyes to meet yours.

"Open your legs wider." He commanded, gently pushing your knees further apart.

"Mmm..." You moaned. "Yes, Xiaojun..."

You were lost in ecstasy as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, one by one. You could feel his fingers spreading your moist lips apart, exposing your swollen pink flesh to his gaze. He lowered his head to lick your slit delicately. You could feel your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. Xiaojun lifted his head to stare at your flushed cheeks, grinning widely.

"Your body is perfect." He remarked, tracing the outline of your lips with his index finger.

With one swift motion, he plunged his finger inside of you, making you cry out. He moved his hand slowly, circling your g-spot while also stimulating your clitoris with his thumb. The combination of pleasure overwhelmed you and soon you were clawing at the sofa cushion in an attempt to grab onto something.

"Xiaojun, please...oh my god!" You cried, unable to contain yourself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked softly, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh.

You nodded vigorously, unable to find words.

"Say it, baby." He urged.

"Please... fuck me." You begged, panting heavily.

Xiaojun got up off the ground and looked at you. You had the cutest blush on your face as you gazed up at him. He cupped your cheek, smiling brightly at you. "Come here."

He walked towards the bedroom, dragging you behind him. Once he got there, he sat on the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.

"Y/N, I love you." He said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter where we go, no matter what our life has become... I will always love you. Please believe that."

He looked deep into your eyes, watching as tears began to stream down your face. "I love you too." You choked, tears falling freely.

His eyes softened and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Let's get married. Let's give Dongjun brothers and sisters to play with."

You closed the gap between you and planted a tender kiss on his lips. You felt his erection growing beneath you and slowly maneuvered yourself to sit atop him. His fingers wrapped around your waist as you settled yourself comfortably on top of him. Xiaojun caressed your face with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, looking into your eyes.

He slid one of his hands down to grip your ass, lifting you slightly. You sighed as he pressed himself against you. The tip of his cock nudged against your opening, getting you excited once again. Xiaojun groaned, pressing forward slightly. You threw your head back and forth as you felt his member slip inside of you. Xiaojun leaned down and pulled your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. You moaned as you felt the fullness inside of you.

"God... Xiaojun, that feels so good." You panted.

He lowered you down and continued to thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot every single time. His hands held tightly onto your butt as he pulled you harder and harder onto him. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

"Oh shit... Y/N... baby, I'm gonna-" He started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"Xiaojun...not yet..." You mumbled against his lips. "I don't want it to end just yet."

Xiaojun chuckled softly and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands through his hair as you pressed against him. He continued to thrust rhythmically into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and you moaned loudly.

"Cum for me, baby." Xiaojun ordered.

You dug your nails into his back as he picked up his pace. Xiaojun knew exactly when to slow down or intensify his movements. Every time he touched you in the most intimate of places, it sent chills all throughout your body. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, nails scratching against the material. You bit your lip hard as Xiaojun fucked you harder than ever before.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." Xiaojun warned. "Fucking... shoot my load inside of you."

"Fuck, Xiaojun...please!" You cried, grasping at his back. "Cum in me!"

"Ahhh fuck... Y/N!" Xiaojun cried out, losing control. He pulled your hips back to meet his strokes, burying his entire shaft inside of you. You screamed out in pure ecstasy as he filled you with his cum. His cock pulsated inside of you as he came, coating your insides with his warm fluids. Xiaojun fell limply onto the bed beside you, both of you panting heavily. You rolled over to face him, gasping for air. He grinned at you as you traced your fingertips along his jawline.

"That was incredible." You declared, giving him a passionate kiss.

Xiaojun pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your body. You snuggled close to him as you let out a content sigh.

"So what do you say?" Xiaojun whispered into your ear. "Would you like to be my wife?"

"Yes." You whispered back, giggling. "Of course. I want no one but you and Dongjun. Only us. Always."

[onyourhyuck]

OPTIONS. | Kim Jungwoo (M)

prologue- “If you really want me. Go beg for me, right now. Prove it to me. Words speak louder than actions.” + “Fuck me please, Y/n.”

summary: Jungwoo is heavily into you but you always give him the cold shoulder because you have options.

warnings: switch jungwoo but he is subbing for y/n. Dominate y/n. Mentions of praising and degrading. Hair pulling. Oral male receiving. Hickeys. Titties blowjob. Jungwoo’s down bad for y/n bro.

note- the fic was inspired by Options by Doja Cat.

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Another day of Jungwoo eye-fucking you with love hearts in those giant eyes and his grand-charming soft smile at university.

You try your best to ignore this behaviour. In matter of fact you erase it from existence. You’d rather focus on university work that actually has to be done and paid attention to, otherwise your professors might pull a deathbed for you and your endless procrastinating problem you try your best to get rid of. Though that’s another problem for another day.

Right now, your problem is someone called Johnny Suh. Your best friend. He smirks watching your expression fall the moment you saw Jungwoo across the quiet gigantic library where he sat diagonally from where you were sitting alone. Johnny standing to the nearest shelf with a book open in his hands, he closes it with a loud ‘bang’.

Johnny comes forward leaning to your table, teasingly wowing at the boy’s determination. “Now would you look at that. Y/n’s boyfriend came to join her on a little study date.” He pauses, watching your eye twitch when you turned to see him. “How cute.” Johnny sighs, crossing his arms.

You grit your teeth, sneering. “He is not my boyfriend. Secondly if you are here to piss me off you can scram.”

“Whoa what’s got your knickers in a twist this afternoon?” He grins watching the way your eyebrows scrunch and arch like the marriage aisles would, Johnny pushes his index finger on your forehead pushing it away. “Now that looks like sexual frustration to me if i ever seen one.” Johnny points out, causing your stomach to boil and tremble like an soon erupting volcano.

“I am not sexually frustrated.” Y/n replies back lowly, turning the pages on the chemistry textbook.

“Of course you aren’t.” With a hint of sarcasm Johnny spoke before putting the book down and takes a toll on the side before he sat next to you near the table. The muscular biceps flex on the table desk as he whispers. “Hendery is hosting a party at the frat house. You wanna come?” He smirks as you turn your head to look at him with a raise eyebrow.

“Wong Hendery is hosting a party? What’s the occasion.” You question suspiciously and Johnny scoffs. “He’s a party monster. This is nothing compared what he has hosted last year and the year before.”

Just what on earth did Hendery host in the past? It surely sounds like it cost a lot and might’ve got the police involved a few times more than once. You didn’t want to visualise the horrific situation, so you sigh out and give a small nod. Perhaps you need to loosen up. Alcohol might help you. On the plus side Johnny was correct about you; you are sexually frustrated. You need to get laid or at least, makeout with a guy. It’s been a long time since you last fucked with someone…

Your hearts desires over your head was finally swapped over and Johnny saw you agree nonchalantly.

“Alright. I’ll go to the party.”

The overcrowded population of drunk uni-student adults have barged against Y/n who have dressed perfectly for the occasion with a neatly skinned tight dress. Pushing through it took the strength in you verbally and physically to make it inside the frat house. The Neos have a thing for large parties, each and every one of them. But Hendery was far up the level than the rest of them. The Chinese man tends to be chaotic in his energy therefore he thrives on chaos. He’s hilarious, but he has a knack for over-inviting people to the point you could find the entire university here. It shocks you to know how many people know Hendery and no one seems to hate him. He has the ability to speak to anyone, to befriend anyone, to get on anyones good side no matter what.

It shouldn’t surprise you but it does. You look at the distance of the neos with few girls entertaining them, scanning your eyes hurriedly you meet yours to land on a certain pair of sights on you that have been eyeing you for so long; powerful hungry eyes watching the way your body figure stands to sophisticatedly as well as alluringly, it was as if you stole all the attention he had on whatever until he saw you come in.

Jungwoo. Jungwoo doesn’t know anything besides you now. In his head, in his mind, in his brain and heart; it’s always you.

The boy hovers in your space as he leans on the doorway watching you with mischief in those glinting Iris’ — you look away with a slight air in your voice but nothing came out. “Y/n i didn’t know you were coming.” He said with that sweet calming voice. It makes your heart race all of the sudden. “Johnny invited me.” Y/n tells quickly.

He stands there staring at you with no words. Something about the word ‘Johnny’ ticks him off. Don’t get Jungwoo wrong, he is mates with him. They’re good friends. Brothers even. But when you say someone’s name that isn’t his, it makes his blood boil above the pressure he could ever think to imagine. you watching someone makes him want to stand in your way so they could only see him. It’s no surprise that Jungwoo is this way. He’s laid eyes on you first. He’s crushed on you first. He wishes to be your first too, that you fall in love as much as he loves you. He wants you to confess just like he did to you.

But you’ve rejected. Gave him the cold shoulder and shrug, walked away all over him. Why did this make him want and love you even more though? He never understood why he loves you being an absolute mean bitch to him, he’s addicted to it. If you asked for him to be your punching bag— hell— he’s sure he wouldn’t say no if it’s you asking. Only if it’s you.

“Speaking of Johnny. I need to find him.”

You dismiss yourself from the conversation about to walk away past Jungwoo’s shoulder where he no longer had eye contact with you. You’re supposed to be looking for your best friend— so why, why did a hand stopped you and pulled you on the side somewhere secretively dark where no one could be found but only you and Jungwoo?

The boy pulls you to the corridors between the boys rooms where none of them will be roaming. The neos tends to stick where people are most at. Your back hit the cold painted walls against your bareback with the v-line shaped back dress. His tall figure, much taller than you, hovering against it as his hands on the side were by the wall nearing your face. He had you trapped. He can’t hold back anymore. Something of this situation made you itch in anticipation. Why did those sweet eyes turn dark on him? Where did that simp-of a loving man who wants nothing but to love and shower you with presents go?

His voice changed. His demure changed. Everything is not the same as it once was before.

“Y/n. You have no idea what you do to me.” Jungwoo begins with a hidden rasp to his voice lingering on. He wore the world in his hands as he was speaking each word on his mind without a single thought about it twice. He’s saying whatever comes and goes in that head of his. Your eyes adjust to the darkness with a moonlight shining by the small windows on the side, seeing his eyes go closer as well as his lips. He’s hovering above your red plum mouth, as if he was hesitant still but you knew very well what he wants to do. You stay still closing your eyes as you push a little closer, but not enough to close the gap on your lips. Jungwoo took in your movements carefully, dotting it as a sign for him to close it. Little did you know your body was having a mind of its own, practically screaming Jungwoo’s name to its highest limit. You want him.

Your body wants him. Your heart aches for him. Only your head is unsure and uncertain.

The pair of softness from the lips crashing on yours, the air sucks out of both lungs. Jungwoo groaning by the lips the more reactive you became. You recruited the same amount of passion as him when your eyes closed, when your head shut down from all solutions. You grab on his collar that snuck around his neck. Jungwoo lifting your body up against the walls and groping it by his hands roaming your bare soft back and ass, your legs follow his moves upstairs as he was carrying you now to his bedroom.

You gasp as your body fell with him on the nearest wall inside the bedroom. “Shit.” You murmur as your lips fell apart from his. The boy in front of you having low bangs covering his eyes as he was so lost on the pleasure from you. From what you’re doing. The overwhelming suffocating hot and bothered air got to the both of you and you broke out of the lustful haze.

It’s as if that kiss solved all your problems, all your desires but left you wanting more of him. More from Jungwoo. The boy felt exactly the same and he was willing to give you everything…

But it all comes down to you and your answer to his next question that surely leaves your body trembling at the deposing words you have been putting on hold.

Jungwoo’s swollen pouting lips fall apart with light breathy syllables launching down like nukes. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” His hand travels to cup your face lovingly as your eyes were staring down the floor clearly avoiding to make eye contact.

Once those cold hands touched your burning face by the immense heat— you push them away as you raise your eyes to watch him. Jungwoo’s eyes swung open like a jack o’box toy, falling off the sockets as he was in shock watching you hold his wrist tight so he could no longer touch you. It’s crazy. One minute you’re cold the next you are warm. You’re in for a minute and back away the next . It’s almost like you are conflicted. You’re scared of attachment and to do something this heavily committed to another body scares you.

“Jungwoo.” You tremble his name out like an opening to a dramatic movie scene; you can’t voice your thoughts because everything seems so jumble. The man thickly swallows as he saw your anxious eyes travel around the room and back to the floor. He pulls away from your body as he leans back. You watch his silhouette shadow on the ground lean backwards as you now watch him more comfortably.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Jungwoo plausibly told. You bite your cheeks. God, is that what you made him think? Is this what you’re coming across as? Even though you might not notice it on you, Jungwoo can see the way you are so uncertain about sleeping with someone. He can tell with the way your nostrils flare at every angle of the foreign situation, it makes your skin prickle underneath your dress. Your ears ring as if it were a bell to break you out of the situation immediately. You don’t trust anyone. You don’t even trust yourself.

It’s not like you’re a virgin. You’re not for godsake’. But that doesn’t mean you had the best scenarios in the past with guys you slept with. They all leave you once you hand your body over. Manipulation tricks fused to get you in their bed all used and then left when the next minute after being done with you. It hurts a lot more than it should’ve.

Your eyes squelch tight closing them with Jungwoo slowly made his way towards your hands interlocking them with his. Pulling you into an embrace as he stroke your head behind with his other free hand. “If you really want me. Go beg for me, right now. Prove it to me. Words speak louder than actions.”

You said to the boy who tug on your hand lifting his face away from the shoulder. He faces you with an incredible excitement but also commitment. Something you haven’t seen in a boy before. What you’re not aware of Jungwoo’s down bad for you. All you have to do is say the words and he will do so. Your hands have him in a physical, mental and spiritual chokehold that no one ever has done to him. He’s at your command, merely your pawn.

“Fuck me please, Y/n.” Jungwoo pleads with his eyes going back when he lands on the bed and you approaching him with a dowering expression that makes his eyes dilate bigger. He doesn’t want to fuck you, to use you, to dominate your body. He wants to be fucked and used by you instead.

He’s only a doll made just for you. Those words left such empowerment to you that you never knew could exist.

The heavenly sight of y/n stuck in between his thighs as he was sitting on the edge of the very king size bed, wet lips splattering across the lengthy manhood, coating to the warm water dribbling by your chin. Jungwoo swore, he lost track of where he was and who the fuck he was in that moment; it’s all he ever fantasied about. The pleasure from the teeth rubbing on the pinkish swelling tip with precum pushing out was enough to craft a smirk on your face. But it wasn’t enough. You want Jungwoo screaming by the end of this— you want people to know how much of a whore he is for you. Only for you.

The sudden warmth embraces his erected large length in between very two squish-able and soft breasts made Jungwoo squeeze his thighs together. Gosh, you are the death of him. The sinful expression on Jungwoo you took a glance at, it filled your stomach with butterflies. How can such an innocent face, a soft boy who you would never expect to be so twisted in more ways than one turn you on in million ways another could not? It’s as if Jungwoo was a sex magnet. He was your sex magnet. Your turn on. The pitiful existence used just for your pleasurable needs. The boy trembled with elbows behind him positioned to hold his posture, though with the way your tits smother his raging cock that was going to release any minute— Jungwoo did not want to come just yet. He does not want to finish yet, he doesn’t want this to end. The wetness of your tongue laying flat on his tip however sent him over the edge. His tip shakes vigorously as it paints your tongue and face in all the white juice. Lips falter apart, a heavens voice comes out of the boy; soft whimpering moans and breathy intake to the lungs echo in the room.

Sweat dripping down on the side of his face. Jungwoo hung his head back with closed. It was as if you sucked all the life out of him. All the energy. Once reopened the eyes, the sight of your chin, lips and tongue covered in his come made him rethink all his decisions: He won’t be letting you go ever again after. Most definitely not. Jungwoo will not let you have anymore options.

You only belong to him. You have many options with him, not anyone else. He would let you fuck anywhere, fuck it, you could fuck with him outside an unhygienic bar and he’d freaking love it. In the kitchen too. Perhaps in the shower? Back seat of the car? Hell, Restaurant too. You both know you got options like this…

“Fuck. Y/n, you like so hot right now.” Jungwoo hollers in excitement when the arm reach from you, fingers gripping behind the blue-ish faded hair as you pull him forward to his lips. Tangling feeling of your tongues together, dancing in carefree sight. His lips were soft and warm, they part ever so slightly allowing your tongue to completely devour him so openly. He submits to you on will and this has left your egotistical complex rise.

“You’re such a whore, Woo.” You murmur past his lips pushing away so suddenly as your palm on his chest pressed him flat on the bed. You crawl on top of him and Jungwoo with widen eyes looks at you helplessly like a prey in danger. He moans at the name you gave him, ‘Woo’, makes him weak on the knees. The way your degrading mouth insults him, god, he is really nothing but a useable toy for you.

You smirk watching him. He is in for a long tiring and dangerous road is in for him tonight.

“Be a good boy for me.” You point out. “And you shall be rewarded by fucking me at the end of it.”

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[ciaossu-imagines]

Also one thing i constantly wonder is how it would be if for a short period of time the Unseen Varia are tasked to "assist" Tsuna and his family in getting accostumed to life in italy. Hayato doesnt really need it, he is plenty comfortable with the mafia life but the others? Not so much. Reborn is kinda busy with a lot of stuff regarding actually building up a structure for the family, so they were called to help instruct the newcomers to this life and how to actually survive in italy (Unfortunately Tsunas way of doing things does not work that well in a place where the mafia is 90% of the cities population). Squalo only agreed to it because right now there are little hits ordered and the higher ranks are too expensive to deploy so sending them for lower rank missions would be a waste of respurces.

"Go show this trash how not to fucking bite it in the first week in italy!"

Lor: are we gonna get paid?

Ser: dude. But actually good question. Captain, will we be compensated in any way?

Squalo: standart A rate flat

Ser: FLAT?! (meaning instead of a per hour pay its a set amount of money for the whole mission irrelevant of any additional hours or circumstances)

Lor: Standart A Flat?! You gotta be fucking kidding me, isn't thia a super important mission?!

Leo: *soft worried and anxious whimper at the hightening tension*

Ava: Does that mean each "lesson" will be counted as an A Flat, or our entire stay?

Squ: every lesson

Ser: oh, okay, I'm cool with that.

Lor: can we squeeze any additional pay from them?

Ser: you want to scam Neo Primo for additional pay?!

Lor: hey its a good lesson in and of itself to not be sucha a damn pushover.

Squalo: sure, if you dont get a bullet to the shins, go ahead.

And thus the "Unseen Varia" make their way to the Neo Primo Famiglia. Tsuna is not fucking THRILLED being informed that this is happening about 10 minutes before they arrive, and to his horror they are actually a bit early- and the confusion and shock only gets worse when Yamamoto loudly calls "Ava! :D" only for this young boy to look up, grin widely and rush to Yamamoto yelling "Takeshi!" before jumping into his open arms and giving him a kiss to both cheeks that Yamamoto actually reciprocates.

Yama: it's been so long!

Ava: since the future I believe!

Yama: seriously?!

They both laugh and finally the rest of the Varia that are unknown to the rest of them, close up to the group.

The guy with the long white hair that is NOT Squalo, joins with a grin and as Ava lets go of Yamamoto gives him a bro-y handshake.

"Hey, Takeshi! Whats up man?"

"Nothing much! I didn't know you guys would come!"

The group is not surprised at the fluent japense, after all thats what the Varia officers they met also displayed, but the familiarity is jarring until Yamamoto explains.

"Everyone, this is Ava and this is Sergey, they're Squalos second in command of the rain division."

Ser: sup!

Ava: *bowing* it's a pleasure to meet you all in person. During his time training with my brother, Takeshi told us a lot about all of you.

Yamamoto grins widely to which Tsuna just looks a but curious.

"Brother?"

"Yes!" Ava smiles proud.

"I am Squalos younger brother, nice to meet you!"

There is a round of genuine shock (Squalo has a LITTLE BROTHER?!?!?) and Tsuna mentally notes that they all seem a LOT more tolerable than the Varia they met- in fact Ava doesnt seem at ALL like Squalo- then Tsuna also thinks back on the ringbattles and how Ava must've seen his brother get mauled by a shark.

Ava: mh? Are you worried about the shock of seeing Squ lose and get jumped by a shark?

Tsuna: (he calls him "Squ"...) Um-- yeah.

Ava: it wasn't your fault. You didn't design that battle arena and besides, Dino immideatly called me to confirm, that my brother was okay.

The temperature drops a few degrees and when Ava opens his eyes, they are devoid of any life despite the smile on his face. It just does not reach the eyes.

Ava: otherwise I would've killed everyone in that building and then myself.

Tsuna: (NEVERMIND HE IS JUST AS CRAZY!!)

But Yamamoto breaks the tension by pattimg Avas shoulder and laughing.

"It's good that Dino-san was there!"

Ava immideatly returns to normal

"Yeah!"

Lorenzo then loudly proclaims

"Allright, now that the shmoozing is over, let's get to the point."

He looks directly at Tsuna who jolts.

"We four are the strongest members of the Varia right after the officers. So we were tasked to get you civis into shape." Gokudera clicks his tongue.

"Don't call me a fucking Civi."

Lor: oh? The storm brat has a loose tongue, doesn't he? And you wanna stop me HOW exactly? Throw some firework at me?

Dera: Those fireworks almost killed your damn psycho prince!

Lor: and yet you still lost against said psycho prince

Dera: at least I was a representative for the Vongola in that fight and not some benchwarmer of a second class institution like the Varia!

Ser: Leo, get him!

Ava sighs as Leo quickly grabs hold of Lorenzo and pulls him back.

"Let go of me, Leo, I'm gonna cut this brat limb from fucking limb!"

On the other side Yamamoto has a tight grip on Gokudera. Despite being older and more mature, he still has his temper.

"What Lorenzo wanted to say-" Ava then continues "is that we are here to train you in the survival arts of the mafia life. The city you chose to reside in from now on is to 90% inhabitet by mafiosi of several generations in. They are very well adapt in conning and scheming for their own benefit. Even with the Vongola backing you, they will do whatever they can to bring you down and seize power from you, since they just see you as a civi newcomer. If you had taken mantle as the Tenth of the Vongola Famiglia they would've still shown respect out of fear of angering the entire clan, however now that you have basically opened a new branch, at least as far as the unassociated know, they will try to outsmart you to get a foothold in the power structure. We from the Varia are the ones with adequat experience and knowledge to teach you how to navigate such an environment."

Around half through Avas explanation Reborn joined them and just confirms with a nod.

Lor: that being said, we take half at the beginning of the day and half at the end of it.

Tsuna: half...?

Lor: this isn't some kind of favor we do for a friend, this is a JOB, so as you hired us, you'll have to pay us per hour rates.

Sergey seems a bit nerveous, eyes flicking to Reborn, since he knows Lorenzo is just trying to get MORE money, as all payments usually go through the Varia financial infrostructure but since this IS a good learning opportunity, Reborn turns to Tsuna after a moment of contemplation and just says

"You heared the man. Pay up."

And thus begins unofficially the Unseen Varias mission to instruct the Neo Vongola Primo family in mafia daily life 101.

I really love this little scenario! I don't really have anything to add to it because it's just absolutely lovely the way it is! However, I do want to say again that I would definitely read full novels on these characters! I especially want to say that I love and admire your dialoguing skills. I could really hear each of the character's different voices in my head. Ava has a slighter lighter voice in my head than Squalo, but still has that growling, gruff sound to it that gets worse when he gets upset and he and his brother share some of the same facial expressions and body language when I picture it out in my head. Lor, in my head, has the deeper voice with a slight drawl on some words and his posture and body language is both kind of predatory but also relaxed at the same time as I play the scene out, just because I can hear and picture it so well just reading it all, so compliments to your skills there!!

[dojae-huh]

I was going to talk about it ..u posted it...right fans were kinda sad that he didnt active on weaver's I guess....but u knw i want to ask this..is jaes brain and charecter is entirely and totally different than any others in 127??

I mean when they were sending messages literally evryone was together...dy even said we are infront of yuta in one message right....cant jh just go with the flaw..dont take it wrongly...I am not forcing and pushing anyone out of their charecter...infact I knw people who goes with the falw and people who ignores these kind of things ....I am not judging them..I have no right on that...but most of the people who ignores this are someone who doesnt have followers and admirers...so they dont have to care what others think and most importantly they wont criticized that badly ....but jh is an idol with millions followers...fans are eagerly waiting for his updation when evryone in his group is active ...I knw it is the exact reason why he divide his life as jh and yuno...but when he is jh he needs to fulfill some duties right.. not just to please the fans but also to save from this kind of stupid criticism...I myself is not a fan of asking my idol to do something or forcing them to entertain us..fans...I think it is totally bullshit and ridiculous..I knw idol are just common people like us who have feelings and pain...ok..but what I want to convey is there is a clear way to stop this kind of talk of fans from happening...just giving out messages playing with the members wont do anything...plus it will be good for his image...but he chose not to do that...instead gets the criticism from fans and tells them to dont be upset ..and it is me ...this behaviour is what I dont understand...u should knw that I am not saying he should always please the fans and entertan them...but their criticism if really hurts him...and it Is not the first time too...if it really hurts his feelings then he can go with easy way that evryone is using right...even if he does that he can still says that jh is different from yuno..who would never do smthng if others want it from him...and he really dont care abt the world ...I guess..

That's why I ask u as a long term observer of jh...what is his charecter..I knw u wrote about his brain type..I read it...but that's not what I wanted..I mean why wouldn't he choose an easy way rather to makes things more complicated.i felt it is amazing..and his is kinda stubborn nature..no matter how soft u are these people can blast ..and I really wonder how jaedo being in a relationship almost for 10 yrs this smoothly..both are kinda weird...strange tho...

I guess Jaehyun is resistant to peer pressure. If he is not bulging, it means the issue is important to him. Something that might look as not big of a deal to you, might be betraying himself in his own eyes. I can say for myself that it is extremely hard for me to ask for forgiveness for something I didn't do. There are situations where it is easier to just say "I'm sorry", brush it off and move on, but I will rather go into escalation of the conflict than lie and "acknowledge my fault" in such a case.

Jaehyun said he decided to post once a week on bubble, he normally writes thankful messages after concerts and such. He sometimes participates in leaving comments on socmed under other neos' posts/lives, but only when he wants. He has already started posting much more frequiently on IG and on bubble. He posts whimsical pictures, jokes. The thing is, nothing will ever be enough for some of his stans, and antis will always find a reason to hate on him and a way to paint him black. It is antis who use his socmed behaviour as a tool. If he gives up territory now, he will be pressured to give even more later. Give fans an inch, they will take a mile. Remember Doyoung's situation a year ago? When he talked about Link+ instead of Brasil where 127 had a concert? This happened to a neo who rivals Chenle on the number of messages to fans on all accounts.

Notice that Jaehyun underlined that he is always glad to see fans during fanmeetings and on concerts, he also wrote that he will continue to give his fans back via performing and new music. He drew a clear boundary and showed who he thinks are his real fans (those who like him for the music and who accept the real him).

Jaehyun didn't say the accusation hurts him. He said he doesn't like that his fans are hurt because of those "fans" who calculate his love for his fans based on the frequiency of his messages. He did precisely what you want him to do: he came in and stopped the issue from developing further. He said "(fans) trust my words (don't be gullable)". Doyoung does exactly the same, just with more sugar.

Remember that his fans turned on him during his scandal, he was sent death threats during live in the chat. It is already wonder he was able to comeback to communication with his fans to almost how he was before after 2-3 years. There is a need to divide the mass of fans into real fans who really cherish you and wish you good and those fickle fans for whom you are an object.

As for Weverse. He let Jungwoo take a picture with him and post it. They were drinking beer and relaxing. For Yuta chatting with fans is fun, he wants that attention, he wants to live the rock-star life (he once said he reads comments on YT about himself often). Taeyong is chronically online as well. Doyoung always thinks about promotion (and the current Weverse activity is promotion). As for Jaehyun, he most probably just wanted to relax after work, maybe he talked to his parents or his non-NCT friends. It was his private time. He probably hasn't figured out how to use Weverse, so "leaving a few comments" would require a lot of work, actually. Other neos regularly write nonsence on IG under each others posts, he never joins. So why would the thought "I should join to not look suspicious" occure to him on that day?

[lespritdekin]

enslaving appetence.

the man dressed in white was an enigma, but his revolting desire to possess you for all of his eternity wasn't. na jaemin was the devil's entity in human form, and he scorched you in the burning flames of your nightmares.

pairingㅡ yandere!jaemin x fem!reader

other charactersㅡ best friend and crush!jeno

genreㅡ yandere!au

warningsㅡ madman!jaemin, stalking, obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of sexual preferences, breach of privacy, implied physical abuse, use of a baseball bat.

song recㅡ she will be loved by maroon 5

disclaimerㅡ as far as my miniscule intelligence could muster, i may have posted this piece on wattpad a year ago or two under the name 'neo alternative plots' or alike. with that explanation, please don't react to the oneㅡshot's presence here on tumblr negatively. this also isn't proofread.

You watched as the pink decorations of the ceiling mimicked your nose, the happy smile on your face getting greeted by an excited Roseanne. You embraced her dressed her figure as she did your own, the gentle noise of the lullabies of her favorite songs supplemented her girlish saturnalia.

You observed your environment and smiled widely, this was the theme you wanted when you were sixteen, and you're happy your best friend got to live her dreams.

You were scooping in a small bowl of punch to drink and munch on as all of you were at the backyard of Roseanne's home, a film on going about your female companion's life story to where she is now. As you were about to pull a slice of lasagna from the tray, a large figure dressed in white shadowed your hand.

You looked up to see a gorgeous brunette with dark, tantalizing eyes, his pretty lips in a small lopsided smile. You unconsciously swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled your hand away from him, apologizing for the things you've never done wrong.

❝I don't accept apologies from gentle faces, princess.❞ A lethargic smirk made its way to his devastatingly breathtaking face, the air escaping your nose suddenly asking for entrance.

❝Although, I'd love to see you rotten.❞ The leathery substance of his inky voice held your throat captive in its seat, the inching hand on your own tiny one made your skin crawl. Your eyes trembled from their sockets, the humidity of his lips turning your skin cold.

What did he want to turn you in?

R-Rotten?

❝P-please,❞ You squeaked, his eyes turning darker, duller, more disheartening. ❝Let go of me.❞ The nimble appendages around yours tightened their grip, the male forced a smile. You yanked your hand away, and a broad back made its way to greet your mousy nerves. Your cheek touched the soft fabric of his lavender pullover, and you immediately acknowledged the scent.

❝Respect the girl's privacy, man.❞ Jeno grumbled from his strong stance, the sardonic, hateful laugh of the man with midnight eyes eyeing your best friend's hand on yours, the way your fingers clutched at Jeno and not at him.

❝Pretty boy came to pretty girl's rescue, how romantic.❞ The white silk of his fit tuxedo adjusted, his hand running up the thick strands of his brown hair. His head hung down, but his eyes bulged forward. Your hands scrambled to find substance of relief when his feet came closer and closer, his abyssmal orbs boring right into your savior.

❝Better watch out for the Madman if you want your skin unscathed.❞ The silence of his voice caused you to wince, and you hid your face on Jeno's back, his hand instinctively holding your arm. The odd chap turned away, went on his heel, and disappeared into the party. You held your head, Jeno turning immediately to hold you close to him.

❝You're alright, [Name]. You're safe.❞ Tears blurred your vision and you cried, large thumbs swiping them away. Jeno didn't need to ask what you needed to have, wanted to hold, he was there through it all, and he's seen you in lights other people haven't, seen you burned and drowned and survived.

❝I'll take you home.❞ Jeno excused the both of you, telling the birthday girl that you needed to leave. Rosie embraced you and wished for your well-being before you left. Jeno never let go of your hand, you've been staring at it for the entire while. The male looks down at you, an apologetic smile on his face.

❝I'll hold your hand, don't worry. The parking lot's only a few blocks away, I'll keeping you close.❞ You didn't give him a response, continuing to walk along side him.

You sat inside the front seat and held your phone with trembling hands, your best friend turning on the heater for you. He kissed your head before driving away from the parking lot, wanting to play the first song of your favorite playlist whenever you're feeling down.

❝Dㅡdo you mind?❞ You softly asked Jeno, his eyes suddenly turning into crescent moons when he looked at you. ❝Go on.❞ You turned your phone of and browsed through the screen, pressing onto the first song of a dozen. Your nose had turned red from crying, and the only way you could ease it away was by listening to your favorite songs.

Jeno caught a glimpse of your face once the tune reverberated within the vehicle. He sighed, absolutely despised when male after male molest you. You weren't a toy to play with, you needed care, love and guidance, some things he's always done to you for so long.

You felt revolting. You felt like your world was crippling, distorting, shattering, just as you were finally alright again, just as you were finally read to be happy again. Your fingers shivered despite the ongoing heat of the car. Your best friend took notice and held your hand in his again, your heart almost ‎skipping another beat.

He brought you to your flat and made sure that your roommates were home. He gave you a towel after knocking on the door for permission, seeing your newly washed face gave him feathers inside. You were so adorable like that. You dried your face and changed into a pair of thick pink pajamas, your thoroughly scrubbed hand rivaling the feminine color.

You assisted Jeno on the way to the door after he made sure all of your windows and doors were locked and snug. You laughed at him softly after the occurrence of a male touching you like a predator temporarily left your mind as you see Jeno with roseate adorning his cheeks.

You look up at him with red eyes, already wrapping your arms around him. ❝I could kiss you right now.❞ He muttered, holding your cheek. ❝But, I don't have your consent, and your roommates are probably awake.❞ You giggled wholeheartedly, causing him to heave a sigh despite chuckling.

❝[Name], your parents might hate me!❞ He whined, but you continued to laugh, you didn't give a damn if he brought you to a stage and kissed you in front of a crowd, you didn't care if he kissed you in a family reunion.

❝You two are so annoying!❞ Someone screamed from two bedrooms down, the both of you and Jeno genuinely laughing. Despite allowing his submission to appear, his hands never left your back protectively, and you felt safer than a baby getting taken care of an entire village.

He held you in his arms one last time before walking through the doorway, closing the door after him. You leaned your back on the smooth wood and slid down, keeping your squeals at minimum. Your person of interest of almost a year held you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, kissed your hair, made you feel special, and wanted your parent's approval of everything.

You went back to your room and screamed into the pillows, your hand waiting for the phone to ding. You eventually turned drowsy, but you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, but they were futile. You went downstairs and had three glasses of water, all chugging them down in one go.You washed your face in the kitchen sink and washed your glass and was about to return, not until one of your favorite songs played through the speakers from your room.

Your eyes trembled, and so did your hands.

You immediately hid inside a bottom cabinet, covering your mouth with your hands.Your roommates never entered your room strictly without your word, and they disliked your odd taste in music for them to play your speaker and one of your favored songs. Just before you could foolishly land your foot over the creaking wood of the stairwell, the screeching noise of your room opened, heavy, aching boots gripped the silence of the flat, and you almost pissed yourself.

You covered your ears, the sound of another thumping object frightening you. He desired nothing but to daunt you, turn you into a demented marionette, just like him.

Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

Each nerve in your body stiffened and your teeth clattered, you assume your hair stood in all directions, and you're certain your heartbeat's abormally thumping inside your chest. You need Jeno, but your phone's in your room, you could call or run for your roommates, but he'd already be there, appendages wrapped prettily around your neck.

And indeed, he was awaiting for your arrival of submission.

I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times, but somehow, I want more

The deafening dollops of burning rubber on wood ceased sound, but the certain reverberating outcries of polished wood on rusty ones had you inching closer to the corner of an enclosure that barely fit you, and your mind was running wild. He could feel it, your idiotic heartbeat grumbling inside an unprotected fence, something he can break so easily.

❝I don't mind spending everyday out on the corner in the pouring rain.❞

Your eyes shot up, the accostumed voice in your ears, the silent, demanding whispers, the glacial, dispassionate delivery of a monster, and you've only heard it once. He smirked, tracing the dimly lit crevices from the street lamps standing tall on the fronts of the floor, the thin glass of the windows making him believe how pathetic you were, how much of a feeble-minded whore you were.

Look for the girl with a broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay a while

You hear footsteps again, aggressive, menacing, resounding, and he was so close, so near of getting his hands on you, taking what was never his. You enclosed your fingers and bit your knuckle, closing your eyes shut. Tears encaptured the pink-stained skin of your plump, delicate cheeks. He could materialize the trembling clatter of your teeth, the perspiration in between your chest, and the reverberating drift of your clenching pussy.

And she will be loved

❝She will be loved.❞

[shortkingvi]

How was bumbleby's first time with a strapon?

you really do attract the energy you put out into the universe 😔😔

sxhsgvdgvsdchsdv but fine,,,,,,,,,,, i'm writing a little drabble just for u anon

edit: i was halfway through writing the first version of this and it got deleted so just know this is fuelled by SO MUCH ANGER right now

blake and yang find a... very interesting shop in vacuo and take full advantage of its wares:

Vacuo was different, that was the Yang's immediate thought when the group first made it to Shade. It was unlike any other continent she had seen; there were less rules here, less expectations, less concern for the decorum and appropriateness that had plagued them in Atlas. People were more open and free here and she understood why Sun spoke so highly of it back at Beacon. So yeah, different, but not bad, and maybe better than anywhere else Yang had seen so far.

Then again, that might have something to do with the dark haired woman to her left, currently searching through a clothing rack for a more weather appropriate pair of pants.

The island had been terrifying for all of them. Monsters, beasts, Neo, had snapped at their heels the entire time they were there. More than once, they found themselves facing down the very death they had miraculously avoided when they all fell off those narrow pathways. No one was sure if they'd make it out, and it took a toll on them all.

And yet, in the midst of the monstrous, beast-filled, Neo-ness of it all, Blake and Yang managed to find their way to each other. The island was terrifying, sure, but it had also given Yang so much at the same time. She now knew the taste of Blake's lips, the feel of her soft skin against Yang's hands, the sound of her quiet moans as Yang's fingers worked patiently inside of her.

Biting the inside of her cheek to break herself out of thoughts she most definitely should not be having in the middle of a clothing store, Yang settled her palm at the small of Blake's back, leaning in close.

"You almost done?" she whispered, her lips glancing against Blake's ear with every word. "I was thinking we could head back to the room, relax for the night."

Yang felt more than saw Blake's smirk, cheek pressed against hers in an attempt to feel every inch of her she could.

"Relax, huh?" Blake teased. "I was actually planning on getting some exercise in. A little cardio, if you're interested in helping out with that."

Nipping at Blake's ear, Yang sent her away and towards the storefront with a swat on her ass. Blake paid quickly, tossing some lien onto the counter without waiting for her change and pulling Yang out the door.

They walked through the main square quickly, tracing the increasingly familiar path back towards Shade in their haste and excitement. Yang found it hard to focus on much aside from Blake's swaying hips just a few steps ahead of her, but a brightly lit storefront suddenly caught her eye.

Yang came to a stop, reaching out and catching Blake's hand in her metal one before she could lose her in the crowd; The White Rabbit, the sign read, illuminated in neon reds and yellows. Yang studied the shop, chewing on the end of her nail as she peered through the window. It was covered by dark red velvet, hiding what was inside and making Yang want to find out.

"Yang, what are you doing?" Blake asked, squeezing her hand a couple of times to get her attention.

"Nothing, I just... I think Coco was telling me about this place. She didn't tell me what it was though, just that you and I might like it. I kinda wanna check it out."

"Yang, have you forgotten what we were all but running to go do just a minute ago?"

Yang sighed, weighing her options and somehow deciding on the one that wouldn't be getting her laid within the next half hour. "Yeah I know, but we still have plenty of time. Come on, just a quick stop. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Looking up to the sky for a moment - probably wondering what gods had cursed her with such an infuriating girlfriend - Blake relented, letting Yang tug through the dark oak door and into the shop.

Stepping into the dimly lit space, it took Yang a moment to figure out where they were. Her first thought was that it was another clothing shop, with bras and panties and some very revealing nightwear lining the front of the store. Just as Yang turned to study the walls, she heard Blake let out a gasp and dropped her hand.

"Yang, are you kidding me? This is a sex shop!"

Feeling her face flush scarlet, Yang realized exactly what sinister trap Coco had joyfully let her walk into. Yang tried desperately to settle her eyes on something that would bring her temperature down, but it seemed that every place she looked was designed specifically to make her crave the sweet release of death.

There were things she had never seen before, in all shapes, sizes, and colours, and she didn't know where she would start even if she was familiar with... these kinds of wares.

"Blake," she started. "Nothing you can say to me in this moment will be any more torture than what I'm feeling myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner beating myself to death with my own arm."

Turning to finally make eye contact with her girlfriend, who she had pretending was invisible up to this moment, she found her a few paces away, studying a small bottle on a shelf.

Yang gaped. "Blake! You're browsing? Here?"

Turning to look over her shoulder, Blake bit her lip, any previous reservations she might have had completely gone, it seemed. "I mean, if we're here, and our earlier plans still stand, we might as well make the most out of an interesting situation. Look, they have flavoured lube!"

"Okay, first of all, I don't need any help getting you wet. Second, cherry is a horrible flavour. And third, you do realize Coco will never let us live this down right?"

"Relax, I wasn't buying it. And, respectfully, fuck Coco. If she wants to play ball like this, we're gonna make sure she hears it. Her room is connected to ours, isn't it?"

Running her hands over her face, Yang studied her girlfriend in disbelief. Blake was many things, but predictable was not one of them.

"Alright, fine." she said, slinging an arm over Blake's shoulder. "Lead the way, you."

Together, they walked further into the shop, waving off the clerk when she asked if they needed any help. They studied the walls, which boasted about every sex toy one could imagine. She was overwhelmed, if she was being honest, unsure where to start and not wanting to make the wrong decision for their first purchase as a couple.

Just as Yang was ready to give up and head home, make use of the hands and mouth that hadn't failed her yet, she heard Blake let out a gentle "oh!" from the next aisle over. Turning the corner, she found the dark haired girl holding a medium sized box in her hands. Yang stepped closer, hooking her chin over Blake's shoulder and peering at the words scrawled across the white surface.

Realfeel Dildo with Authentic Leather Harness, the label read. Yang's eyes widened with every word hands tightening against Blake's hips.

Finding her voice, Yang swallowed before beginning to speak. "Do you- is this the one?" Not trusting herself to say anything further, she looked to Blake for an answer.

"Yeah, I do." Blake replied, turning in Yang's grip so they were face to face. "It's... it's a strap on, but it's some new technology that'll let you feel everything that, um, that it feels."

"Oh, it'll let me feel everything? And why do you assume I'll be the one wearing it?"

"You've got the core strength for it. And you called me a pillow princess once so I'm cashing in on that, you bitch."

Laughing quietly, Yang leaned in and caught Blake's lips in a gentle kiss. They drank each other in for a few moments, box held between them as their lips moved together, not in any of the rush they were in earlier.

Pulling away from each other - it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, longer even - they shared a smile.

"Then let's get it," Yang said, taking the box from Blake. "I can't wait to fuck up Coco's night with this one."

[h4lcyonism]

For the touching prompt, Nr. 12 - Bumbleby?

i just think that blake being the only person who’s allowed to touch yang’s hair is such an intimate and romantic thing and i desperately hope we get to see it at some point. anyways have some v9 bees!!

The fire in the middle of the camp crackled, masking the soft noises that Ruby, Weiss, and Jaune were making in their sleep.

Blake had abandoned sleep long ago. Every time she so much as blinked, she was plagued with the vision of Yang falling, falling mere inches away from where Gambol Shroud hung in the open air, falling into the unknown, falling where Blake couldn’t catch her like she’d done so many times before.

She had grown used to the nightmares that haunted her after the fall of Beacon. She’d learned to silence her own suffering while she was at home on Menagerie; too afraid to reach out to her parents or Sun, unable to reach out to the one person who could really help.

But the visions of Yang falling were a completely different beast entirely, even with her sitting just a few feet away from the rest of the camp on watch.

Blake stood up, carefully stepping around the curled up bodies of her friends, making her way to where Yang was. Yang didn’t need Blake’s faunus traits to sense her approaching, the latter knew, they had always been in tune with each other and every movement they made, even back at Beacon.

Blake had always tried to pass it off as partner’s intuition, but now she knew it was something more.

Yang was staring out at a nearby empty clearing, her eyes clouded and lacking the usual paranoia and calculation that she’d grown accustomed to seeing in their time on the island. As Blake sat down next to her, pressing her side up against her best friend’s, Yang spoke.

“I never wanted you to have nightmares because of me.”

Blake said nothing, but her gaze moved from the horizon to Yang’s face. To anyone else, it might’ve been unreadable, but Blake was able to see the emotion underneath, desperate to spill out.

“What do you mean?” Blake knew better than to play coy and act oblivious, she and Yang were past that. She knew that Yang heard the soft whimpers of her name coming from her mouth in the middle of the night when she thought everybody was asleep, just the same as everyone else.

“With the fall of Beacon, it was easier for me to blame Adam for your nightmares. He was actually targeting me. I could’ve been smarter and less reckless, but I know now that something would’ve happened that night regardless.

“But with me taking the hit for Ruby, there was no inevitability. Neo wasn’t targeting me. You and Weiss were both there. I could’ve called out to you, had either of you back me up. But instead I let myself be careless again and I ended up taking the hit for her.

“I don’t regret it. Not for a minute… But I wish I wasn’t the cause for the new nightmares you’re having now. The ones that I could’ve prevented.”

Blake couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. Even with her own nightmares, the ones causing her to volunteer for watch in the first place, the ones of her being hit with a surge of power and then falling before everything turned black and cold, Yang was still thinking about someone else. About Blake.

“You’re not the cause of them, Yang.” Blake started, taking Yang’s hand in hers, intertwining her own fingers with Yang’s metallic ones. “That implies that you caused them the same way that Adam used to. And you didn’t.”

Yang looked up, but let Blake continue. “The nightmares happen because every time I close my eyes, I think about how I almost lost you. How I thought I lost you. And I thank the gods every night that they brought us here, because I can’t even begin to comprehend what I would’ve done if there wasn’t something there after you fell. If you were gone for real.

“I know why you are the way you are, why you’re so self-sacrificial. I hate it, but I get it. I just wish that sometimes you’d value your life just as much as the rest of us do, as much as I do.

“Your semblance doesn’t make you an indestructible tank, Yang. You get hurt and you take hits and it kills me every time I see you try to brush it off because you think you’re not allowed to show vulnerability.”

Blake brought Yang’s hand up to her mouth, letting her lips press gently against the cold knuckles of her prosthetic. “I know better than to ask you to stop taking hits for others. It’s who you are, it’s who you’ll always be. But I am asking you to at least try. Ask us for help when you’re struggling. Let us see you when you’re hurt. Let us help you when you need it.

“People have always said that I’m great with bottling up my emotions, but you’re really giving me a run for my money, Yang.”

Yang’s laugh was watery, and with her free hand she wiped away her tears. “I saw Neo coming for Ruby and I panicked, just like I did when I saw Adam standing over you at Beacon. I know Ruby’s been struggling with it too, and I just… I never wanted you or Ruby to suffer because of something I did.”

“I wish you’d stop saying that like it’s your fault, Yang. Yes, it hurts us when you throw yourself in harm’s way for us. But it’s because you love us. And I hope that your love for us can evolve into love for yourself and your own life, just like me and Ruby and Weiss have. Enough love for yourself to want to protect your own life, too.”

Yang’s hands found Blake’s waist, and Blake’s hands cupped Yang’s cheeks. “How am I supposed to show you how much I love you if you’re dead?”

It wasn’t an unexpected confession, not in the slightest. It was one they’d both been dancing around for years, one that Yang’s near-death made Blake not afraid of anymore, not after how close she had come to losing Yang.

One of Blake’s hands left Yang’s face, moving instead to grab a lose chunk of hair falling out of Yang’s ponytail and tuck it behind her ear. It was a move that only she could’ve gotten away with. Yang’s hair was precious to her, but there was not one ounce of her that didn’t give in wholeheartedly to Blake Belladonna. They both knew that.

Blake’s hands instead tangled in the curls at the base of Yang’s neck, and she moved forward to knock their foreheads gently together. Yang sighed, the tension leaving her body, and Blake felt the same. “I’ll be right here, Blake. I won’t leave anymore, won’t go anywhere you can’t follow. I’ll make sure to protect myself so I can keep protecting you, just like you promised that day on the waterfall.”

“Good.” Blake smiled, her breathing syncing up with Yang’s as she exhaled, already feeling the fear left over from the nightmare of Yang falling leaving her body. As long as she was in Yang’s arms, everything was right in the world.

They met in the middle, lips moving together like it was something they’d done a thousand times. This next step of their relationship was new and big, but with Yang by her side, Blake knew she had nothing to fear. Not anymore.

[sainz-zayn]

Anagapesis

Anagapesis (n.) no longer feeling any affection for someone you once loved

Warnings: cheating please if you're sensitive towards this kind of topic please don't read it, alcohol usage, suggestive and sexual themes, toxic relationship, swearing, cheating is not good please don`t take this seriously in real life.

Word count: 5k+

Disclaimer: All Characters and events in this story even those based on real people are entirely fictional.

"Tell me have you ever love me!?" I whispered timidly.

"I've never loved you not even once!" He answered.

Those words came out from his beautiful lips like nothing ever happened between the two of us.

"Leave! I hate you!" my tears starts to fall from my eyes. I`ve never felt this broken before but the one and only Jung Jaehyun made me feel like my heart is shattered into pieces.

Well, how did it all started?

Sitting on my chair signing a contract all day long is hella hectic and surely stressful. I surely need an award tonight for this, maybe going out with the girls tonight is one of the greatest ideas.

Arriving at the club, a tall handsome man with great features already attracts my attention. The both of us checking out each other shamelessly is a wholesome scenery for my best friend.

"Looks like my best friend took a liking at someone huh?" Yoona said, then she  smirk at me before handing me a glass of wine. I rolled my eyes at her playfully.

"Why, do you know him?" I asked her as my attention goes back to where the man is sitting while talking to a girl, who I assumed is his girlfriend.

"No, I don't know him but my boyfriend Johnny surely does. his name is Jaehyun, Jung Jaehyun to be exact." Yoona exclaimed as I drink my fourth glass of wine.

"Johnny do you know the girl beside him?" I asked. 

"Yeah, that's his girlfriend Yerim. I kinda don't like her though. Want me to introduce you to him?" Duh, Yes, I`d like to. 

"Sure" but before I can stand up, Jaehyun is already walking towards our table  then he greets Johnny and do their handshake.

"You look like you've gotten into a fight" I said eyeing him, Jaehyun. 

"I'm Mayjun, Han Mayjun. Nice to meet you Mr. Handsome" I wink at him before grabbing another drink. He noticed that I`m flirting so he decided to go with it.

"I'm Jaehyun, Johnny's best friend and yeah... me and my girlfriend fought earlier" Jaehyun sighed then I gave him a glass of wine.

"Here drink this" 

 Yoona and Johnny told us that they are gonna dance for a bit. Tsk, a bit my ass huh. I know that they will be gone for a whole night.

"I guess we're alone now" He said then smirked.  Because of that decided to tease him.

"That guy kinda looks hot don't you think so?" 

"Tsk" Jaehyun replied.

"Awe is someone`s jealous now Mr.handsome?" I playfully chuckle.

"Wanna go for a dance?" I asked him making my way to the dance floor.

"Sure wait for m-" before he could finish talking I already started dancing. swinging my hips to the beat seductively while looking at him deep in the eyes makes him feel some kind of things that he shouldn't be feeling at this point.

 "You have a girlfriend for fuck sake Jaehyun" he  murmured under his breath but I heard it. 

He lost it when I and bite my lips. He approach me and holds my hips like I`m his. Everything happened so fast his soft plump lips are kissing mine roughly while I`m slowly grinding against his hard erected manhood.

That's how I ended waking up on Jaehyun's bed early in the morning in his masculine pair of arms. Wrapped around your waist just how I want it to be.

I faced him and greeted by a half-naked Jaehyun making me blush so hard.

"Like what you see?" He said mockingly while slowly showing his beautiful dimple that makes me love him more. This is wrong but it feels so right. Well, bad feels good, good feels bad.

He stands up making me see a more clearer view of his muscular body.

"I-i know this is wrong. I'm sorry for seducing you I am sorry we're both drunk last night and you know it too." I look down shyly and guilt is washing over my  body.

"Hey, what are you saying!? You don't need to be sorry. We both chose to do this and we're gonna continue it." He hugs my waist. I look at his eyes and pissed is clearly written all over his face.

"But you have a girlfriend I can't share a man with that girl!" I rolled my eyes at him. I push him through his chest and that made him more pissed off.

"We already did it so what's the point of turning back!?" He pinned me to the wall harshly making me hiss in pain before crashing his lips to mine. Without knowing you kissed him back. After a minute of our hot make-out session he pulled you into his embrace.

"So?" He whispered.

"Fine let's continue it, it's not like I don`t have a choice" I sigh before putting on my clothes.

"Stay I'll cook breakfast" He demand.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No, I will not!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, you will" he said while approaching you.

"Jaehyun I'm already late. I'm the company`s CEO, I don't have a choice it's been a hectic week for our company."

"How about a dinner tonight?" He asked while fixing the watch on his wrist. Dinner sounds good.

"Okay, I'll eat dinner with you" I gave him a peck on his lips before leaving his house.

Sighing at myself, I rub my temples softly if yesterday was hella hectic then today is hella hell. A meeting here and there a contract to sign. I don't even get to eat lunch. I only have coffee and a subway burger that my secretary gave. 

I watch as the sun set a lot happened in a day. When the realization hits me, I don't even give Jaehyun my number nor my address. I consciously think of a way to contact him but it all stops when a soft knock interrupts my thoughts.

"Come in" I said clearing my throat, as my office door opens I see a glimpse of Jaehyun`s side profile.

"H-how?" I tried to remember if I gave him my address but no. 

I can`t recall anything. I stand up and he opens his arms for me to hug him but I walk pass him.

"Hey, I'm right here as you can see" he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"duh! I know that I'm not blind" but deep inside I`m thinking how the heck he found out where I am.

"if you`re thinking how I get here, it`s because I tell my secretary to find you and here I am" Jaehyun admires my office for a bit. His taste is kinda similar to mine I think.

"by the way since last night I still didn't introduce my self properly I`m Jung Jaehyun the owner and CEO of Neo tech enterprises" Jaehyun smirk at my reaction.

 I can`t believe it the one whom I hook up with last night is one of the richest men I`ve ever know. His the owner of the number one technology company in South Korea with a New York branch. My company is ranked top 2 before his.

"and? that doesn`t change the fact that you`re cheating on your girlfriend with me." I huff in annoyance as the word "your girlfriend" slides to my tongue bitterly.

"I'm not here to argue with you okay? I`m here to have dinner with you. Now if you don`t want me here then bye" I`m shocked at his sudden change but you won`t easily chase him and lose. He wants to play? then let's play. But after thinking you decide not to play hard to get.

"Jaehyun I'm sorry okay? I-I`m just stress." then he smiles knowing that he already win. 

"Okay now don`t just stand there and let`s go." he emotionlessly said.

It`s been almost 4 months my relationship with Jaehyun is still going on. Everyone notices the tension every time we have a friend gathering. of course, we hook up here and there or whenever he wants to but today is different this past few weeks it`s like he been avoiding me. Not like the old days he always takes me to date and cuddles with me. He always makes me feel love, my friends already warn me that I might regret what we`re doing now in the future but I could care less.

Admiring my expensive dress in the mirror I sure do look mesmerizing, I always do. Many men are ready to give their love to me, many of them have already court me but none of them is in my standard. Yes I admit it I`m a picky and choosy person when it comes to my love life or personal affair but what can I do? when there is only one Jung Jaehyun in the world. The thought of him with another woman is making me jealous but that's not the point you already have him wrapped around your fingers. You're Han Mayjun and what Mayjun want, Mayjun get. You have it all powers, wealth, beauty, and most importantly Jung Jaehyun one of the richest and handsome men you've ever known. 

While sipping my favorite wine, I heard a light knock from my door assuming that it`s jaehyun but I remind myself that it`s not him because he already told me that he`s going to the gala with his girlfriend. Yeah, the girlfriend who he always takes to the gala with him. Because of this we argue with each other and I didn`t hear anything from him in 2 days but what can you do about it your relationship with him is all hidden from the public.

"Come in" the door open and my date for the night who is my Ex Jungwoo. I gotta admit, it took me so long to move on from him because of what happened between the two of us. He just suddenly leave me like nothing ever happened between the two of us. He leaves me without saying goodbye. almost 3 years ago he goes to the US to take over his dad company and comeback after a year and us two got into good chemistry and became a best friend that`s why he`s the one who I choose to be my date tonight at the gala. 

"Pleasure to meet you my love" Jungwoo holds my hand and kisses the top of it gently. It makes my heart flutter, I gotta hide it.

"No need to be so polite you know, I miss you Kim Jungwoo" I give him a big teddy bear hug who he accepts gladly. I take my time hugging Jungwoo it`s like his my comfort. The moment stops when his assistant interrupts us.

" Sir we have to go or we`ll be late for tonight's event" Jungwoo`s assistant clearly said for the both of us to hear.

"Shall we princess?" He smiles teasingly and I hate it. But I also find comfort in it.

"Oh, come on Woo stop with the pet names and let`s go" Slapping his arms playfully we go straight to Jungwoo`s car going to the Gala. It only takes a minute to arrive. Jungwoo immediately go outside of the car to open it for me and a thousand of lights flicking and clicking towards our direction. and Jung-woo shield me from it before walking in the red carpet we post while his arms are wrapped around my waist. Tomorrow the both of us will be surely the hit topic on social media and magazines almost in all newspaper headlines. Because they all know about our public relationship how it works out and how it ended.

I go inside the building with Jungwoo beside me and I see our group of friends waving at us and we approached them. I heard a whistle from Lucas and Yuqi my best friend. They started dating weeks ago, Lucas is Jaehyun`s best friend and Yuqi is my long-time friend just like Yoona.

"You look sexy tonight babe" Yuqi honestly said and all of them agreed. I`m  kinda shock that Lucas and Jungwoo know each other, almost all of them know each other.

Y`all are having fun talking to each other or whoever approach our table. Every minute, different Ceo. My friends notice that almost all of them is flirting with me but I shrugged it off and go on with having fun when the atmosphere suddenly changes. I turn around only to see Jaehyun approaching our table. He looks good tonight his hair is neatly done, the tuxedo that his wearing fits him well. Jungwoo notices the way that I look at Jaehyun. I used to look at him like that too. Sometimes he wonders what if he didn`t leave and break your heart? maybe I will still gonna be his.

-*-

Jaehyun is looking at you without thinking about others. He just wants to hug you, kiss you, and feel you on his body. But this day guilt is been washing all over his body that`s why he's trying to distance himself from you and he feels sorry for that but knowing that you go here with Jungwoo, makes him feels some kind of things that might not help in this kind of situation.

"Yow, what`s up dude?" mark happily greets him and invited him to sit he also knows what`s going on between the two of you. 

"Where`s Yerim?" Seulgi asks while the others shift their attention to Seulgi and Jaehyun, yeah you`re curious to where is Yerim? doesn`t she come here with jaehyun?

"She`s in the restroom" Jaehyun replies to them they ask him more things but he can only think about you, do you think about him too? the answer is probably yes but you can`t bring yourself to look at him you`re scared that you might cry in front of them and your pride will not let you.

"Hi babe sorry I need to go to the restroom and leave you alone" and that`s when Jaehyun finally talks normally and not dryly he`s usually not like this towards his friend but tonight is really different.

-*-

"It's okay baby come and sit here with me" my group of friends cheers for them playfully and that`s when I finally look at him with jealousy burning in my eyes. Everyone suddenly stops cheering realizing what`s going on between the two of us. Jaehyun smirked at me and this time I hate it. he wants to play a game? then let`s play.

I didn`t hesitate to roll my eyes at him and I turn to my side to face Jungwoo who is now in his 5th drink.

"Baby slow down you`re getting tipsy" I know that Jung-woo has a high alcohol tolerance but the show must go on. 

"I`m fine baby don't worry" Jungwoo only grins at me making you soft. When he suddenly gave you a peck on the lips, and you gave him one too. Oh, I know how much Jaehyun hates hearing somebody else calls me baby. Because he`s the only one who called me that. 

"Hey, you two if you`re going to get back together then don`t make it long! just do it." Yoona said making Yuqi, and Seulgi coo with their boyfriend. Jaehyun hates how you blush with their sudden statement but little did you know everyone is doing it on purpose so that Jaehyun can get jealous.

Jungwoo whispers in my ears, asking me if I wanna go home too but I hesitate.

"If you`re uncomfortable right now, I can take you home" I hesitantly look around and you see everyone talking about business, and you look at Jaehyun to only see him avoiding Yerim`s touch. My plan work I thought so I decided it`s better if I let Jungwoo take me home.

"Guys we`re going home now” Jungwoo and me bid our Goodbye to them and other businessmen in the party.

"okay, make sure you drive well Jungwoo if anything happens to my best friend I`ll kill you" Yuqi said before the both of us go outside to Jungwoo`s car.

We arrive at my house and I thank Jungwoo for helping me out tonight, and for driving me home. I don`t know why, but I`m excited to know if anything will happen tonight.

I go to my room to change into my night sleepwear. Silk shorts and an over size shirt to make me comfortable.

 Someone suddenly loudly knocks in the door making you startled.

"who`s there!?" 

"Just fucking open the door Mayjun!"

I hear his voice and that`s enough to know who he is. Opening the door a soft pair of lips land to mine kissing me roughly as if there's no tomorrow for it.

“Jaehyun stop! I`m tired!” I tried to push him but he`s stronger than me. He pinned me to the wall harshly, leaving wet kisses on my neck.

"Do you think ignoring me is fun!?" Silence.

"Do you think making me jealous with your  jerk ex is fun huh!?" Silence.

"Talk to me for Fuck sake! Don`t give me cold shoulders, look at me just once. Fuck just fuck this!" and that is my breaking point I can`t stand this argument anymore.

"I already told you Jaehyun that I`m tired so what`s the point of arguing here!?" am i scared? yes, I`m scared of him when he`s mad but I can`t let him win this time. He look so hot when he's mad but I can set that aside.

"Why does he already fuck you that`s why you`re tired?" He`s really mad now. No, he`s furious right now. He has said a hurtful and harsh word to me in the past but he never degrade me like this. I can`t let him belittle and look down on me. With the power I had, I slap him.

"You`re always like this when you`re jealous but today!? I don`t even know you, you only call for me whenever you need me. And when you need someone to comfort you or to fulfill your needs. I`m not you`re fucking toy Jaehyun!" I finally cried out and I said the unspoken words to him but at this point, he doesn`t know what to feel anymore he let his anger took over him.

"So what do you want me to do? always go to you!? for fuck sake we don`t even have a label Mayjun wake up! I have a girlfriend and you know that. You`re just someone I know who can fulfill my needs" He yells at me making me break into tears more.

"So that`s what I am to you? someone who can just fulfill your needs?"  you yell back and now I don`t even know what to do. I need to confirm something and his answer is what I need.

"T-tell me have you ever love me!?" I whispered timidly.

"I`ve never loved you not even once!" Those words coming out of his beautiful lips like nothing ever happened between the two of us.

"Leave! I hate you!" My tears starts falling from my eyes. I`ve never felt this broken before but the one and only Jung Jaehyun made you feel like your heart is shattered into pieces.

"If I didn`t make a move on you that night you`ll probably not gonna figure out that the girlfriend you love cheated on you first." his eyes widen in shock.

"Say that again!" 

"I said what I said Jaehyun, now leave!" He turned around and slam the door shut.

 -*-

He`s really sorry and guilty for what he said to you during the argument. All of that? he didn`t mean it and knowing that his girlfriend cheated on him first makes him sadder. That night the both of you spend the cold night without each other embrace crying all night silently. 

-*-

I should have listened to what my friend already warned me. But I`m thankful for them for supporting me after finding out that Yerim is not as good as we think.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun is crying his eyes and heart out in the middle of the night he`s blaming his self for hurting you.

 "I'm such an asshole!" He groaned and run his finger through his hair. 

he regrets all the things he said to you he cry and cry just like you. He throws all the things that he grabs on the floor making his hands bleed. But he could care less. There`s only one thing that he knows, he will get you back no matter what it takes. that night he called Yerim and break up with her.

-*-

It's been three days and I let my secretary do the works while I`m gone. A one-week break won`t hurt anyone when I`m the the one hurting right?

"Yoona can you please come to my place right now? I really need you right now" I try hard to hide my sob making Yoona concern but what can she do? she`s in the Maldives right now arranging her wedding with Johnny.

"Babe I`m sorry, I know you can overcome it. You`re a strong person Mayjun and you know it too. I`m sorry that I`m not on your side right to comfort you, I have to go Mayjun please eat well and take care of yourself the wedding is in a few days I love you!" and the line got disconnected even though Yoona is away from me she always makes sure that I`m okay. 

Suddenly the door of your room opens widely.

"Please didn`t I tell you that I want to be alone!" Not bothering to turn around because you thought that it was your brother Seojun.

 But no, the person who enters my room suddenly pulls me into a tight hug whispering comforting words to my ears. I know it`s Jungwoo he always does this when I need comfort. Without hesitating I let my emotions come out because I know that Jungwoo will not judge me.

"H-how?" I ask him between my sobs.

"Shh... Yoona called me and told me everything. It`ll be fine Mayjun I`m here" Jungwoo pats my back back softly to make me comfortable.

"J-Jung-woo why? am I not worthy enough to be loved? why do they always leave me?" 

"Hey, princess listen you`re beautiful, you`re worthy. I`m sorry for hurting you, I`m sorry that we hurt you" He kissed the top of my head and he let me fall asleep on his arms. 

A soft smile is written all over his face, he hopes that no one will hurt you anymore. He knows that you love Jaehyun dearly even though it hurts him he will help you get back together.

-*-

 6 days already passed and Jaehyun can`t focus on his work. You`re all he could think about he knows that he can see you on the wedding day but were you ready to face him? he`s scared that you might not even let him get close to you. so he keeps himself from working and working until he's exhausted.

Me on the other side is getting ready for my flight I will go there with Yuqi, Lucas and all of Nct members. It`s what they called the group, group of young tech CEO and one of the finest and richest men in South Korea.

"You don`t need to be nervous Mayjun. We`re here don`t worry" Yuta smile at me reassuringly. I sighed and after a long flight we headed to our designated car taking you to a beautiful beach. 

“You should enjoy this day Mayjun, you need to relax” I said and to myself. I hear my brother Seojun calling me from afar. And yeah, he`s still single is he?

I look around and I make eye contact with whom I want to see from the start but can`t admit it. I quickly look away, I try to find Yoona only to see her at her hotel room. Y`all girls are in the same room and it makes me feel at ease. 

"I think we should get wasted tonight!" Seulgi said happily and we agree with the idea. 

"We should celebrate before the wedding because this is the last day that we will call you Ms. Im. Because tomorrow you`re gonna be Mrs. Suh" I wink at her and y`all agree with the idea. So I change my clothes, I wear a sundress before going out with the girls and I avoid any interaction with Jaehyun.

-*-

"Johnny, do you think she will forgive me?" Jaehyun asks his friend while looking up in the sky feeling the cold breeze.

"Jaehyun I know what you did is wrong but let`s hope that she will forgive you just give her sometimes" Johnny then pats Jaehyun`s shoulder before giving him a small smile. 

"I have a plan and I`m determined to do this but I need your help" said Jaehyun.

Jaehyun then tells all the boys his plan for tomorrow and they`re more glad to help him out because they can see and feel how you love each other dearly.

-*-

It`s past midnight and  and the other girls are still having fun dancing and drinking until we get wasted. I drink a lot compared to them and they try to stop me but I just keep on dancing until all the girls got drunk. 

 Johnny suddenly realize that y`all are in the club and the boys got worried so they try to find y`all. Only to find all of us dancing like a sexy goddess, they hate how other men stare at my hips.

"Jaehyun you get Mayjun. Me, Lucas, and Mark will get them" Johnny goes to Yoona to cover her with his jacket and the others do the same.

"Oh, guys look it`s Jaehyun! doesn`t he look so handsome?" I grin at them making them laugh because I`m really not myself right now.

"Yeah, it` me now let`s go you need to take some rest" He clung me into his arms and I hug him tightly as I could. "Baby I can` breathe"

"Let`s stay like this for a minute please." I softly said.

"I miss you, you know every day I`m always thinking about you" I said while my  eyes are floating in tears. Making them all silent they just let me because they know how badly I was hurt. Yuqi, Yoona, and Seulgi is sobber now but here I am are crying in front of them.

"I miss you so much, my day is not complete without thinking of you. Everything reminds me of you even though you hurt me even though you didn`t love me I`m so thankful that I met you" I said weakly while softly caressing his face, tears is visible on his eyes too.

"No, all I said to you was a lie since the day that I met you I`m ready to risk everything for you that`s when I realize that cheating is my choice thank you for completing half of me thank you for letting me know that she cheated on me first I Love You so much Mayjun" I slowly nod at everything he explained to me and I gave him a peck on his lips.

 He wish, no, everyone wishes that you will remember all of this tomorrow. Your friends can`t help it that they start to tear up too.

It`s 6:00 am now and here I am comforting and thanking Yoona for staying by my side and I tell her not to get nervous.

"Yoona it`s okay you`ve been waiting for this, this is one of your biggest dreams and it came true now I`m so happy for you" I hug her as I admire her in her dress she looks beautiful and she always does.

_*_

On the other side of the room, there are the boys who are super chaotic they`re laughing and teasing Jaehyun and Johnny because of what happened last night but deep inside they`re so proud of each other.

"You`re getting married now Johnny I can`t believe it. And you`re marrying Yoona the woman of your life" Ten said while proudly smiling at him 

"Jung Jaehyun you better take care of Mayjun or else you know what will gonna happen" Jungwoo and Seojun said in unison they`re laughing at how they`re thinking the same thing.

"Hyung I`m the one who is supposed to say it!" Jungwoo said and Seojun only rolled his eyes at him.

"I heard you and Chaewon are dating" Jungwoo said making Seojun widen his eyes. He`s supposed to say it after the wedding but Jungwoo already said it.

"Kim Jungwoo you bastard!" Seojun glare at Jungwoo making everyone laugh in the room.

_*_

You may now kiss the bride. 

Y`all cheered for Johnny and Yoona when Yuta said. 

"G-guys J-jaehyun he got into an accident" Yuta is breathing heavily while saying it and I feel like my whole world stop.

" What!? How!?" I said.

 Concern is creeping up on my body. Yuta ask us to follow him and I run as fast as I can, I don`t really know where we`re going but I just keep following him. I want to see Jaehyun safe.

I run and run until I a see flower petals scattered in the sand with candles lighting the place up and I can`t help but to tear up. I turn around and I see my group of friends standing happily while holding a balloon that`s forming a word saying " Will you marry me"

And that`s when Jaehyun finally showed up while holding a bouquet of flower giving it to me while I cry, smiling at him he kneels in front of me and I cover my lips with my hands. I can`t help it but tears of joy are coming out from my eyes right now.

"Mayjun I know I hurt you, I know I said that I don`t love you but the truth is I`m scared. I`m scared that time that if I tell you my real feelings you will not love me back but I'm so fool to even think about your feelings. Now that I`m here and ready to give you more than my everything and stay with you" Jaehyun takes a deep breath to take more courage.

"Han Mayjun I Jung Jaehyun is asking you Will you marry me?" Jaehyun asks me wholeheartedly. And who am I to say no? when all of our friends are rooting for the both of us?

"Yes, Yes Jaehyun I`ll marry you" He put the diamond ring on my finger and he finally stands up and he spoon me around.

" I LOVE YOU JUNG JAEHYUN" I shout happily while showing my finger to my friends and they clap. 

They stand there proudly looking at us, This will not happen if they`re not here by our side. Strangers who watch the scene clap along with them and that`s how my story with Jung Jaaehyun starts again.

Always remember this "Everyone has a friend during each stage of life. But only lucky ones have the same friends in all stages of life.”

and that`s how Mayjun and Jaehyun with their friend life goes on.

[tendertokyo]

My take on NCT at Hogwarts

what is it with me and being active on this god forsaken app all of a sudden... anyways, i know that we've thrown jk rowling in the garbage but listen i can't just throw away my whole childhood for one stupid rich white cis woman. also i have no idea what's going on with the neos but when do i ever? alright here we go

taeil: he's giving me frustrated hufflepuff, like he really wished to be in gryffindoor but it didn't work out. think he'd be a halfblood and have a pet toad. likes to visit hagrid for tea sometimes. simps over some bad bitch in slytherin, really thinks she's into him too, everyone tells him she's way out of his league. broke his wand twice already trying to open a can of sardines

taeyong: also strong hufflepuff energy. he's the keeper and captain of their quidditch team and a prefect too, picked purely cause he's good with kids. walks around without his scarf in the cold winter because he wrapped it around ten's neck one morning and nagged on him for not taking care of his health properly, never got the scarf back and doesn't mind. i feel like snape would intimidate the crap out of him, like he would not be able to stay calm during his classes rip. he'd be adored by all the other teachers though, especially flitwick who believes he's really gifted in charms

johnny: a gryffindoor pureblood and keeper and captain of the quidditch team. always the one who tries to talk things out with mcgonnagall when they pull some stupid shit and get caught, never successful. has the marauders map and likes to throw underground raves in hidden rooms and tunnels. buddies with peeves and the house elves. buddies with everyone actually. and regardless of liking him like that or not, every girl in school has fantasized of fucking him in the quidditch locker room showers ooooop-

yuta: omg the heartbreaker of the school. a halfblood slytherin prefect and beater. snape's favourite student, like he gets whatever he wants from that man without trying. everyone is lowkey into him cause of his hot and mysterious vibe and there are so many rumours about his sex life circulating around, but no one actually knows if he's seeing someone. people also speculate he's a metamorphmagus but no lol he just dies his hair a lot. has a pet cat who's mean to everyone except him and mark. likes to explore the forbidden forest cause he's a weirdo

doyoung: a ravenclaw pureblood who hates quidditch, only shows up for taeyong's matches and nags him afterwards if hufflepuff loses. he's the headboy and happily uses his title to threaten haechan. hates divination with a passion and idolizes mcgonnagal, as he should. knows everyone's bussiness in the whole damn castle, never starts drama but almost always ends it. used to tutor some younger students but they quickly realised he's a mini mcgonnagall and zoomed straight outta there. snape lowkey wishes he was in slytherin but don't tell anyone

kun: gryffindoor headboy, probably the calmest person in that entire house and the only one who can kinda control the chaos. if yangyang or hendery annoy him too much he'll give them the wrong password on purpose, mcgonnagal has this unspoken respect for him for that reason. feels really bad for the house elves and wants to help them as much as he can. known as the dad or daddy of gryffindoor, depending on who you ask hehehehe

ten: the artsiest ravenclaw but fucking terrible at riddles, so he's always stuck at the door unless someone let's him inside lmao. is super into divination but purely for the aesthetic. never wears his uniform properly, always wears taeyong's scarf and lots of witchy jewelry. started a dance club in the room of requirement, loves hogwarts halloween with his whole heart. set a classroom on fire once and managed to sneak away undetected. always hooks up with someone at johnny's parties

jaehyun: the fucking fratboy of gryffindoor. he's a halfblood and a chaser on the quidditch team. left so many girls on read oh my god. sneaks alcohol and weed into school, coorganizes parties with johnny, yuta and mark. people think he's this hot bad boy or some shit, lol no bitch he's a dumbass don't waste your energy on a doofus like him, have you heard his laugh he sounds like a 45 year old man. mcgonnagall doesn't trust him at all, always looks at him with shifty eyes. the fat lady flirts with him everytime he approaches the commonroom door

winwin: on the snobby pureblood side of slytherin, like he gives off really judgy vibes. is in ten's dance club, there's a rumor going around that he's an animagus 'cause he moves gracefully like a cat or smth, but he isn't he's just really talented. spends most of his time in the owlery petting birds. the bloody baron freaks him out, most of the ghosts do. tried to be a big brother figure to renjun and chenle but they bullied his ass like crazy so he dropped them like hot potatoes

jungwoo: the most confident gryffindoor y'all. he's a muggleborn and a chaser. has the cutest pet owl, is really into care of magical creatures. snape hates him because he's too "sunny" of a person. wild at parties but looks fine in the morning somehow. the biggest flirt you'll ever meet and has so many bitches wrapped around his little finger lol, there's a rumor going around that he's real beast in bed. awesome at dueling, uses his cute airhead shtick to apsolutely destroy people. can you tell i love his pisces ass?

lucas: a hufflepuff halfblood and beater. wannabe fuckboy but can't because he cares too much lol, those muscles are made of feelings dawg. hits on every girl he sees and is almost always successful 'cause we're weak for cute and sweet himbos. is the biggest show off on the quidditch field and has his own fan club. really into care for magical creatures, like literally wants to befriend every single one of them, hagrid has to pull his ass away from them before he gets hurt rip

mark: a gryffindoor prodigy, a muggleborn and a chaser. the most stressed prefect you've ever seen. mcgonnagall has a soft spot for him and everyone knows it. snape dislikes him but respects him because he's fucking brilliant at potions. a lot of people like him and are into him but he doesn't know how to respond to them lol socially awkward king. plans parties with johnny yuta jaehyun and ten, is always roped into the dreamies schemes against his will. no one can fucking tell if him and haechan are on good terms cause they're at each other's throats all the time, but slobber all over each other like crazy when they get drunk

xiaojun: the most emotional ravenclaw. a halfblood and a prefect. he dated a girl for a long time and she broke his heart, moped about it in the prefect's bathroom for ages. lowkey believes she cheated on him with yuta but isn't sure, is extra weary around him though. says he's done with love but then simps over a new girl every two weeks smh. no one understands how he's such good friends with hendery and yangyang, like the combination of the two of them is a recipe for disaster. whenever they rope him into their bullshit, he always manages to drop their asses in the perfect time and doesn't get caught. many portaits are jealous of him 'cause he has better bone structure then them lol

hendery: the best definition of a gryffindoor. comes from a rich pureblood family, is a beater on the quidditch team. he's the life of the party, man. out of all the students he hates, he is the one snape hates the MOST and he's so proud of that. a really fast runner so he never ends up in detention 'cause it's just too hard to catch him. buddies with the ghosts and hagrid. tries really hard to impress girls, it only works half of the time when he's not being too intense

yangyang: also a gryffindoor pureblood, tried out for the chaser position but didn't make it, is still bitter about it. has a really fucked up owl that always messes up his letters. constantly in detention, like he's cleaned that entire castle by himself 43 times already. also in ten's dance club, also really good at dueling when he actually tries. really into muggle culture, explores it in his free time and shows everyone cool, new music he found all the time. gives kun daily headaches cause he's way too energetic in the morning

shotaro: imma say he's a hufflepuff but don't quote me on that cause i don't know him that well. he seems like he'd have lots of friends though and would be in ten's dance club

sungchan: don't know him well either so i'll just say gryffindoor??

renjun: i'm torn between ravenclaw and slytherin, gonna go with slytherin for him. he's a halfblood and a prefect, also uses his title to threaten haechan. loves defence against the dark arts anď herbology, might become a healer someday. gets tricked by the moving staircases all the fucking time, ends up at madam pomfrey's way more than he likes to admit. likes the slytherin aesthetic but can't stand the evil stereotypes. most people think him and chenle are brothers, wants to strangle chenle when he plays into it. once told the bloody baron to fuck off, no one dares get on his bad side since that day

jeno: pureblood hufflepuff prefect and a chaser. he's the cute, athletic guy everyone has a crush on. is on snape's good side 'cause he likes cleaning up his brewing station after finishing the task the lession is about. is the best flyer in the entire school and has the best chance of getting scouted in the future, everyone knows it but if you mention it to him he blushes like crazy. i feel like he's been in many fwb situations but they all ended well because he's a gentleman

haechan: a slytherin through and through. halfblood and seeker on the quidditch team. thought he was gonna be prefect and was hella pissed he wasn't chosen, i mean hello you're a snake who would want to give a snake authority goddamn it. also always complains during quidditch matches, calls everything a foul just 'cause he wants to win. puts up this persona of the mischevious slytherin boy but it falls flat on it's ass because he's peeves's favourite target

jaemin: a muggleborn hufflepuff, because of that reason he's sworn to himself he'll take care of jisung like a mother. a chaser on the quidditch team. such a sweetheart my gosh, like that dude is always so happy, unless he hasn't drunk his 6 cups of coffee. speaking of, mcgonnagall and pomfrey worry for his health like crazy but won't admit it. excells at care for magical creatures and charms, horrible at ancient runes like he didn't think there'd be so much math involved. girls are also crazy into him but he's such an introvert, the thought of someone wanting to be around him so much scares him. still flirts with everything that breathes lol

chenle: a slytherin and a pureblood, from one of those rich old families. because of that people expect him to be a lil brat, turns out to be the coolest guy you'll ever meet. he's friends with everyone regardless of house, a chaser on the quidditch team, known as the one who scores the most points in a game. he's great at defence against the dark arts and transfiguration, is thinking about becoming an auror 'cause that dude fears nothing i'm telling you. was made a prefect instead of haechan, rubs it in his face like crazy, but ultimately just let's people get away with stupid shit like "haha nice one, respect". memorized all the secret passageways of the castle in his head, helps johnny, mark, ten and jaehyun with their parties. pisses off filch like no other, was in detention all the time with yangyang until they realised how terrible it is when the two of them are in close contact lol so he gets let off the hook all the time. also fucking flirts with everything that breathes, the biggest fucking tease like you never know what he means smh

jisung: jaemin's muggleborn hufflepuff son, though most people are surprised he isn't in gryffindoor 'cause god the reckless shit that boy pulls... always late to breakfast with his uniforn all messy. people think he's very innocent but like his bestfriend is chenle, so how pure could he be. he's a seeker on the quidditch team, goes extra hard during hufflepuff-slytherin matches 'cause he wants to knock haechan off his high horse. blushes like crazy whenever he sees a cute girl which only gives chenle more reason to tease him 'cause he's a lil bitch like that. is the star of ten's dance club but has tripped and fallen down multiple flights of stairs, this kid's a walking paradox

to conclude:

gryffindoor: johnny, kun, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, hendery, yangyang, sungchan

hufflepuff: taeil, taeyong, lucas, jeno, jaemin, shotaro, jisung

ravenclaw: doyoung, ten, xiaojun

slytherin: yuta, winwin, renjun, haechan, chenle

[bungeenomin]

DELINQUENT- JAEMIN X Y/N SOCIAL MEDIA AU {4}

Shotaro and Jeno

Shotaro sighs as he enters his room after a long first day of school, which went a lot faster than what he expected honestly. The only downside is he has a lot of homework and study to do already. 

“Ugh” Shotaro sighs as he throws himself down on his bed, immediately taking out his phone and scrolling through tiktok. He can��t hold back his giggles as he watches the funny videos on his for you page. He’s so engrossed in it, he doesn’t even hear the door open or another person entering the room, until he hears the other boy clear his throat. 

“Oh Jeno hi, i didn’t hear you come in” Shotaro replies, his cheeks tinted a shade of pink with embarrassment.  

“Who even uses tiktok?” Jeno scoffs, throwing his bag at the end of his bed. 

“I-i do” Shotaro replies, slightly embarrassed by the other boys judgement. “I post dance videos on there. Sometimes” 

Jeno quirks an eyebrow, “are you good?”

“Oh, well, i like to think so. I hope i am” the boy blushes, looking down at his hands. 

“Well anyway” Jeno diverts the subject, “i don’t really have room rules apart from don’t touch my stuff, if i’m sleeping leave me be, that includes not doing things that can wake me up, don’t freak out if i have my friends in and if i’m studying, don’t distract me. Got it?” 

“Oh- yeah i got it. I agree with all of them honestly” Shotaro replies, kind of shocked at the normality of Jeno’s rules. “I didn’t think you would be that interested in studying” 

“So quick to assume, Shotaro is it?”

“Yeah, you can call me Taro if you want though!”

“Okay Shotaro, it’s quite bold of you to assume stuff about me because of the vibe i give off, don’t you think?” Jeno questions, staring the other boy down. 

“Sorry Jeno i didn-”

“You’re too nice” Jeno chuckles, sitting down at his desk and turning on his lamp to do some homework. 

Mark and Hyuck

Mark doesn’t know what to do right now. Quite frankly, he hasn’t known what to do for the last twenty minutes. Donghyuck entered the room on a phone call, and now, twenty minutes later is still laughing on the call, without even giving Mark a single look as the boy sits on his bed with his knees to his chest, pretending he’s studying. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared shitless of the other boy after their encounter earlier. 

“Fuck” Donghyuck grumbles, throwing his phone on the bed. 

“Are you oka-”

Donghyuck glares in the boys direction. “Yes sparkles, i am okay, my phone went out of charge, jesus”

Mark really doesn’t like this guy already. He’s scary. “M-my name is Mark”

“That’s what i said” Donghyuck huffs. 

“Uhm, no, you actually called me sparkles, which isn’t even close”

“Why do you speak funny?” Donghyuck questions, opening their window and bringing a cigarette to his lips, igniting it. 

“I’m from Canada?” Mark replies, not entirely sure what the boy meant by ‘funny’. “Uhm can you- can you not smoke in the room. Please” Mark shyly asks, scared to hear his roommates response. 

Donghyuck rolls his eyes, blowing the smoke from his mouth out. “Fucking hell sparkles, who let you come in here all high and mighty telling me what i can and can’t do? This was my school first baby, maybe you don’t know me well enough yet, but i don’t get told what to do and how to act” Donghyuck spits, clear agitation in his tone. 

Mark just wants the floor to open up and eat him. This guy is way too much for him. “I- sorry i just really don’t like the smell of smoke. I’m really sorry Donghyuck”

“Just call me Hyuck, Donghyuck makes you sound like you have more of a stick up your ass than you already do”

Yangyang and Renjun

Renjun rolls his eyes before he can even open the door to his room, hearing music blaring from the inside. Renjun opens the door and can’t hold back his laughter when he see’s his roommate dancing around the room. 

“Bro what the fuck, ever heard of knocking?” the boy shouts, clearly embarrassed. 

“On my own room door? I don’t think so” Renjun scoffs. “Every heard of not embarrassing yourself?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Yangyang spits, shocked at Renjun’s words as they contradict his outer appearance. 

“Listen Yingying”

“It’s Yangyang!” 

“It’s also raining out, and what about it? Anyway, just because my friends are soft, doesn’t mean i am” Renjun replies, proud of himself for standing his ground. 

“You look soft” 

“Well you look tough, yet here you are getting told off by a ‘soft boy’, kinda embarrassing huh?” 

“I already don’t like you” Yangyang huffs. 

“Good, because i don’t want you even attempting to be my friend. Just because you wear black doesn’t make you scary, don’t even consider the fact that i’m scared of you, because i will not hesitate to kick you out”

Chenle and Jisung

After his roommate telling him to “shut the fuck up, you’re too loud” earlier, Chenle was scared to speak, period. As soon as he entered the room and his eyes met the taller boys who was laying on his bed scrolling through his phone, Chenle moved in silence as fast as he could to sit down at his desk to do homework, back facing Jisung. 

“What was the english homework?” Jisung asks, not looking up from his phone, only being greeted with silence. “Chenle, the english homework” still nothing. “Are you ignoring me?” again, silence. 

Jisung huffs loudly, before getting up from his bed to stand beside Chenle’s desk. “Chenle i’m speaking to you! Hello? Is anybody home? Why aren’t you speaking?”

Chenle looks up at the taller boy nervously, still scared to speak. “Chenl-”

“You shouted at me earlier for being too loud so i decided not to speak” Chenle rambles, ironically in quite a loud voice. 

Jisung looks at the boy in utter confusion. “I meant stop screaming, i didn’t mean go fucking mute” 

“But i don’t want to give you a migraine!”

“Chenle you can fucking talk i just don’t want to be able to hear you from space”

“You’re going to space?”

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genre: boarding school!au badboy!au fluff smut angst

warnings: drinking, smoking

summary: when your boarding school is forced to close, you and your friends move to the next nearest boarding school, neo high. you’re full of nerves as you enter the school. will your roommate be nice? your classmates? the teachers? but what happens when the only other person with a single room, situated beside yours, is the boy you can only describe as a delinquent that knocked all your books on the floor after running into you in the hallway?

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Winter Nights & City Lights

Because nothing says ‘Christmas’ like spending the big day (and not to mention the whole holiday season) in the Big Apple living with your high school friend-turned-roommate, Mark Lee.

member: mark (featuring johnny)

au: roommate!mark x gn!reader, college roommate au, christmas au, ‘the gift of the magi’ au/inspired

word count: 9.5k

genre: fluff, angst, slice of life

warnings: profanity, underage drinking, hangovers, insecurities, mentions of food and drink, money issues, embarrassing moments

author’s note: This fic is close to becoming my favorite that I’ve ever written. It’s also almost twice as long as I planned, not to mention that tumblr crashed right as I tried to post it so here I am, two hours later. Overall I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it! Please let me know what you think, too! :,) Happy holidays! <3

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“That parade was so cool! I mean, did you see the size of all those balloons? They were huge! I’ve never seen so many people all in one place before,” Mark chatters away like an excited child as you navigate through the crowd that always seems to grow bigger year after year, gathered along the curbs of the New York streets to watch the famed Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

“How are you not more excited about this?” He questions, and you stifle an amused giggle. “I’ve lived in the city for over a year, Mark. I’ve seen a thing or two.”

“Oh, right. I knew that.” The cold air only accentuates the blush on his face as he remembers that particular detail about you. It isn’t often that it’s demonstrated, however, considering you spend so much time cooped up inside of your shared apartment cramming in university work and studying. There are hardly any opportunities during the year to take in the sights of the concrete jungle you live in the very heart of, but luckily, one of your long-awaited breaks is coming up soon.

Thoughts of Christmas vacation are the only things keeping you going, along with countless cups of steaming hot coffee, as you prepare for exams in just a few weeks, weeks that seem to go by in a flurry of snow.

There’s less than three days left until your first one, but you’re nothing short of drained after pulling so many all-nighters, and you need a break. A breath of fresh air seems like just the cure for your burnout, so you slam your textbook shut and lethargically drag yourself off of the soft comforter you’ve been sitting on for the past two hours. You grimace at the deep imprint left behind.

Trudging through the living area, you knock softly on Mark’s bedroom door. A tired “Come in” sounds from the other side, and you push it open, immediately noticing his disheveled state. Eyes heavy with fatigue and lacking their usual sparkle of youthful innocence, he blinks back at you, “What’s up?”

“You look like you need a break just as much as I do,” you insist. His already-open mouth widens a bit more, “But... our first exam is on Monday, we can’t just—”

“Mark, come on, you’re one of the smartest people in our class. If anyone’s going to pass, it’s you.”

He huffs, “Maybe you have a point.”

“I do have a point, and you know it. A little walk in the park never hurt anyone, right?”

Mark rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, fingers raking through his dark locks before he musters up enough strength to push himself off of his bed and into a standing position.

“I’ll get my jacket.”

Central Park is a sight to behold on its own all year round, but something about the Christmas season makes it even more magical. You and Mark step at the same pace, your paths lined by metal benches blanketed in fresh snow. Even through the many layers of warmth you’re both wearing, the chilly air still nips at your skin. It’s Mark’s first time experiencing the holidays in New York City, and you’re determined to show him everything this real-life winter wonderland has to offer.

The story of how you two came to be roommates in the first place is an extremely lucky one. You met in high school, and had been part of the same group of friends along with six younger boys. Both Canadian, you’d been hoping to get into the same New York college since what felt like forever. The day that you received your acceptance letters in the mail was full of joy and celebration, but not even a week later, Mark got an unexpected scholarship to a local but prestigious university not far from where you lived that he simply couldn’t pass up.

Parting ways after graduation, you had thought you might never see each other again until you got a call from him. It was the day after your last exam of the spring semester in college and you were sitting on your two-person couch, feeling rather lonely. The number seemed too familiar, too good to be true, and scrambling to pick up the phone as it blared throughout your fairly small apartment, you answered with a shaky voice. Mark’s recognizable tone met your ears, and a wide smile met your face. Though he couldn’t see it, he could hear the happiness in your words.

As it turned out, his college had given him the opportunity to transfer to yours for the remainder of his four years, as their programs were closely linked and on similar levels. Graciously, he had accepted, and wanted you to be the first to know.

“So, uh... are you living with anyone?”

The question he dreaded asking more than anything else. Call him cliché, but he had the biggest crush on you in high school, much to his dismay and to the rest of his friends’ excitement. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to like you, but he feared that college could tear a potential relationship apart, regardless of whether or not you went to the same one.

As a result of this, he had never acted on his emotions. But he’s older now, and wiser, which leads him to believe that maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to maintain one, should he ever gain enough courage to ask you out.

“No, actually, I have my own apartment.”

Silence.

“...Are you looking for somewhere to stay?”

“Yes! Yes,” he replied a little too quickly, eager to accept what would hopefully be an invitation from you. He wasn’t disappointed.

“Well, my place isn’t the biggest, but you can live with me if you want to. Plus, we could split the rent between us!”

You’ve always liked Mark. He’s hardworking, kind, and humble, maybe a little too much of all these things for his own good. Even back in high school, you spent endless nights and very early mornings on the phone with him, trying to convince him to go to bed after he refused to stop studying. To reassure him that he did the right thing by ending that friendship, or to insist that he tell the teacher no one worked on the group project, so he did everything himself. You’ve been his shoulder to cry on for years, you’ve seen a side of him that he’s never been brave enough to show anyone else because they expect so much of him.

Mark knows he’s blessed to have had a picture-perfect childhood, a good family, and an education that was rigorous yet rewarding enough to prepare him for his next chapter in life. The pressures that came with being so lucky just got to him sometimes, and they made four years of high school seem more like fourteen.

You, on the other hand, didn’t quite have all the same luxuries that he did, but you still managed. He’s been there for you plenty of times, too. In your opinion, though, he’s the much more vulnerable one of the two of you, mainly to his cumbersome insecurities and shortcomings, however rare those shortcomings may be.

So in your mind, Mark Lee deserves the entire world and then some. The least you can do is share your apartment with him, either until he finds what you’re sure would be a much more desirable place to live, or if he wants to stay with you indefinitely.

What you don’t realize, and will eventually struggle to admit to yourself, is that your admiration for his perseverance and endless generosity is teetering rather precariously on the edge of blossoming into something more than just platonic.

“Sounds good, then. Thanks so much!” He had exclaimed, the sound of his pure excitement and gratefulness bringing a wave of heat to your face, and you were glad he wasn’t there in front of you to see it.

You talked a little bit more for the next few minutes, catching up and enjoying a lighthearted conversation about what you had both been up to. These sessions on the phone began to occur more and more frequently, turning into weekly, and soon daily, affairs. Mark planned to move in a couple weeks before school started again, giving himself some time to settle in and adapt to urban life in general. The calls became a highlight of your summer vacation, and every day without fail, you found yourself waiting to hear the unique ringtone you had set his contact to.

Less than twelve hours before Mark was scheduled to arrive at New York’s largest airport, you were on the phone with him just like always. The clock in your apartment chimed eleven o’clock, and as reluctant as you were to hang up, you knew you should turn in for the night. After all, the sooner you went to sleep, the sooner the morning would come. The morning you would meet him at the airport.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” His voice was hopeful. Slightly unsteady, but hopeful all the same.

“I guess so. What time does your plane land, again?” You confirmed the time you had scribbled down onto a neon yellow sticky note a few days earlier as he repeated the short string of numbers, nodding to no one in particular. Why did you feel so nervous? It’s just Mark, you had told yourself.

“Have a safe flight!”

He bade you goodnight in return, accidentally throwing in a “sweet dreams” before he could stop himself. When you put your phones down, you were both too busy trying to calm your racing pulses, however, so it didn’t matter. Mark collapsed onto his bed, hand bumping his duffel bag and heaving a sigh. You sank down into the couch cushion, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the back of the furniture. Neither of you could find the strength to stand in those moments, scared that your legs would give in from the unsteadiness of your nerves, your hearts, your emotions.

A singular worry occupied both of your minds from that point on until you greeted him in the JFK airport terminal the next morning, shy smiles on your faces: is it dangerous to enter into the impending situation of living together? Are you really ready to be in such constant close proximity to the object of your affections, however oblivious you might be to them?

Before his brain could talk his heart out of it, Mark had wrapped you in a tight hug, extra thankful for the welcome since you were all he had here, in the city. You wouldn’t have missed his arrival for the world, and you told him so. You also wouldn’t have missed the chance to make him flush a deep but adorable shade of red, reaching from his rounded cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears.

In your long-term rental car, you drove him back to your apartment, enjoying the quiet sounds of surprise and amazement that spilled from his lips, generated by the city’s sights. As you passed underneath towering skyscrapers, navigated bustling avenues, and caught glimpses of world-renowned landmarks that you both had seen only in the movies when you were younger, you just knew Mark’s eyes held their signature sparkle, despite your inability to see the dark brown orbs glimmer with wonder. You kept yours on the road ahead.

His first day was spent unpacking his suitcases and bags full of possessions, one of which was his most prized: an acoustic guitar.

It had been a gift from his parents when he finished the eighth grade, and all throughout high school, he had turned to music as an escape whenever he needed it. As any new musician does, Mark had played around with chords, experimenting and seeing what sounded good, and before you knew it he had composed a song. Another one followed, then another, and by the end of his freshman year he had written enough to fill an entire album if he so wished.

The guitar had heard every note, every lyric, carried every melody from his heart into the world. It had grown to be a part of him, a worldly sliver of his soul in the form of a simple musical instrument that could convey every hope and every dream, every concern or every frustration. Every love confession. Though that wasn’t saying much, since he only had eyes for you. You didn’t know it, but one of those songs was about you. For you.

You and Mark’s circle of friends tried to set you two up one day in the school’s band room after hours, with the excuse that the second-youngest of the group, Chenle, had forgotten his piano sheet music in there. They sent you to retrieve it, which you only agreed to do after being persuaded by the boy’s intimidating but still lovable pout.

With no sheet music in sight, your eyes landed instead on a diligent Mark that appeared to be the only sign of life in the room, plucking away at the strings as the sun set outside. You had sat with him for a while, neglecting your task and listening to him strum gracefully, softly murmuring lyrics that sounded like your name at one point. You didn’t think much of it, though, not making the connection behind the rest of the words coming out of his mouth and accompanying the chords. His love song was left unacknowledged by the subject of it themselves, and that was both the first and last time he ever attempted to confess to you.

He wondered if now that you were sharing an apartment, he would let something slip by accident. What would he do then?

University had other plans, though, and his fears were temporarily relieved. So fortunately and unfortunately, you were so occupied with schoolwork that trying to balance dating, or even mere thoughts of doing so, with all of your other responsibilities would have been exhausting, not to mention impossible.

Snapping out of your memory-induced daze, you realize that you nearly wandered off the path into a deep snowbank, only aware of this fact because Mark catches you by the wrist and pulls you back toward him to walk at his side. His fingers stay curled around your forearm as you approach a famous bridge, stepping to the side and gazing down at the icy waters below, calm and rippling with the chilly breeze.

“What do you want for Christmas?”

You honestly haven’t thought about it yet, so you can’t give Mark a definite answer. The same goes for him, both of you leaning against the brick railing in a comfortable silence.

In Mark’s mind though, he knows what he wants to give you: something to complement your own equivalent of his guitar, a large collection of handwritten letters and notes from your childhood and school days. Sentimental by nature, you had saved every colorful post-it note one of your friends would slip through the narrow slats of your locker, every birthday card received over the years, every thoughtful postcard from someone’s vacation.

Your favorites are undoubtedly the always-awkward Christmas cards that your friends’ families consistently mail out each December, by far the most humorous parts of your growing collection. You always found yourself chuckling at the pictures displayed on the front. Eyes bright with mirth, you would observe their forced smiles and arms slung carelessly over siblings’ shoulders, their eyes flickering between the camera and something going on behind it, probably the family pet getting into trouble across the yard. You pitied the photographers, surely beyond frustrated as they would try to get everyone to stand still for more than five measly seconds. Mouths were clamped shut and for a brief moment, the air was void of complaints of how itchy someone’s sweater was.

Then the camera would snap, capturing an image that was simply “good enough.” They’d plaster it on the card and in a few days, it would magically appear in the mailboxes of relatives and close friends. Grandparents would overlook the uncomfortable expressions and focus instead on how fast the kids were growing up. You didn’t blame them. Even in four years’ worth of cards, so much could change. In between fits of laughter, you’d stare in awe at the way your friends grew into their features, only becoming more handsome with time and some growing so tall that they even towered over their fathers. You always kept the letters they included, too, detailing the highlights of the year that was soon to come to an end by the time they dropped it into a nearby mailbox.

And like he could read your mind, Mark makes an offhand comment right then and there. “My folks texted me the other day to ask for our address. You know, for the Christmas card.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Shame I couldn’t be there for the family photos this year.”

“Is it really a shame, though?” You prod, tilting your head a bit at the boy. “You always told me you couldn’t stand waiting around for the so-called ‘right lighting’ and all that.”

“Well, I couldn’t, but now that I’m not there I wish I could go back to those days. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, you know?”

“Right,” you sigh, thinking about how the same saying could easily apply to the way you felt about Mark all throughout your first year of university.

You have a box, made of a dark mahogany wood and lined with elegant golden trim, where you keep all of these letters, these handwritten memories and souvenirs from some of the happiest moments in your life. A gift from a past Christmas, your family had your initials engraved onto the front in a loopy cursive font, making it truly unique and utterly irreplaceable. And, you’ll soon come to realize, valuable.

Mark remembers it well, remembers the many times you’ve shown him its contents, remembers how his eyes sometimes land on the delicate container resting beneath the windowsill in your room, sunlight catching the accents. He knows how much those letters mean to you, and he also knows how much you love returning the favor.

That’s why he wants to give you the tools you need to do just that, and to do it well.

You’ve always been one for writing thank-you notes for any and every gift you receive, your parents having ingrained the habit in you since you were very young. Slowly, crayons turned into pencils and lead became ink. To this day you remain unfazed by the increasing amount of yellowing papers residing in the letter box, but the words imprinted on them never quite fade, strong enough to withstand the test of time.

Too many times in high school Mark would find you, hunched over your dining room table in frustration with a stack of letters beside your arm that you deemed “failed” because your handwriting was bad, or something of the sort. Usually it was the other way around, him being the one in need of comfort, but on those days your roles were reversed.

He had always wondered why you didn’t have fancier supplies that were more suited to your task, but he supposes now that maybe it simply wasn’t an option for you and your family. So a stationery set seems like the perfect gift for you this year.

On a similar note, you’ve already decided what you’re getting him: a guitar case. You happened upon a sleek leather one while browsing the website of a popular music store, coincidentally with a location not too far from your apartment.

Now it’s no longer a question of what to get the other, but how. As university students living on your own, money is scarce. Unknowingly, you both contemplate this concern as you walk side by side, returning to the start of the path that you set out on at least a half hour ago.

This stroll of yours was supposed to clear your minds, but why are they racing even more than before?

There’s no time to worry now, though, and for the next week, your thoughts are forced to shift back to the topic of school and midterms and all your academic endeavors.

Your exam week is over before you know it, and the two of you return to your apartment after the last one only to collapse onto your respective beds, beyond exhausted.

The dreary Friday afternoon clearly calls for a nap, but unbeknownst to you, Mark decides to seize the opportunity that has so conveniently presented itself to him: a chance for him to go out and buy your gift without suspicion. He drops his backpack on the carpet next to his dresser and sighs, wondering if what he’s about to do will be worth it. But it’s you, of course it’ll be worth it.

Thus, his next move is done with a heavy heart. He’s been forced by a lack of funds to come to a decision about your gift, and a difficult one at that. The only thing he can think of doing to even come close to affording a nice stationery set is to sell some things in exchange for cash. Namely, the most valuable item he owns: his beloved guitar. He doesn’t really want to, but deep down he knows that a true friendship warrants the occasional sacrifice. He’s done some research on a nearby pawn shop, and however sketchy those kinds of places may seem, it’s his only feasible option at the moment, with just a week left until Christmas Day.

After making sure you’re fast asleep, he not-so-stealthily slips out of your shared flat, his actions far from silent but even so, you don’t wake up. Mark winces at the unintended high volume of pulling the front door shut behind him, sticking his hand into his jeans pocket and relaxing when he feels his keys at the bottom of the fabric compartment. Guitar strung over his shoulder by the flimsy, fraying strap, he sets off.

With his phone in hand and directions to the pawn shop displayed on the screen, he strides through the lobby of the apartment building and pushes the revolving door, stepping onto the busy sidewalk and into the cold winter air. Shoppers crowd the pavement with hands full of department store tote bags, crinkling loudly as they pass by one another. Shoulders knock together and heels click against the concrete, just some of the many sounds of the city that Mark is still growing used to hearing.

A few blocks and several wrong turns later, he finds himself on a quieter street, standing in front of the shop. It’s dimly lit inside and looks almost abandoned, the letters painted on the window chipped and faded from the wear and weather of past years. A soft bell rings when he lets himself in, searching for some sort of employee.

From behind a cluttered shelf a tall man emerges, the shabby name tag pinned to his vest reading “Johnny.” Well, he’s not some shifty-eyed, balding man wearing a muscle shirt stained with grease. New York continues to be full of surprises.

His dark hair looks neat, the jacket he’s wearing free of any wrinkles and face young but chiseled, high cheekbones prominent.

“How can I help you today?” Johnny booms, stepping behind the counter and absentmindedly sifting through some loose change in bottom of the cash register.

Mark gulps, “I’d like to sell something.” Still not entirely sure he wants to do this, he instinctively tugs on the strap resting atop the fabric of his wool jacket.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” Johnny assures with a small laugh. “What did you have in mind?”

Taking a deep breath, Mark slides the guitar off his shoulder and holds it near his chest for a moment, before extending his arms out towards the counter.

“A guitar, huh? We don’t see many of these,” the tall man comments. “Are you sure? It seems pretty valuable to you in more ways than one.”

Mark’s fingertips trace the strings for the last time and he decides to just get it over with, before he can change his mind. His hands are shaky as he gently places the instrument down on the counter in front of Johnny, taking a step back once he’s done so. “I don’t have much of a choice. I need the money to buy a gift for my… uh, my friend.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow, “Just a friend? Or a special someone?”

“They are special,” Mark confirms, noncommittal to either title that Johnny suggested.

“They must be if you’re willing to give up something like this for them. Okay, that’ll be…”

Johnny tells him what the guitar is worth, matching the amount with a stack of cash and a few old coins, rusty but still holding their value.

Despite the pain of letting something so meaningful go, a bit of joy creeps into Mark’s heart as he realizes that now he can give you a gift that will hopefully become just as meaningful to you as his guitar was to him.

He thanks Johnny and bids him goodbye, step lighter than when he entered, much to his surprise.

It’s the next day when you and Mark find yourselves getting into the Christmas spirit for the first time this season. After he had returned yesterday, you were still out cold on your bed, so he chose to follow your example and do the same. The both of you had slept the rest of the day and almost the entirety of the following morning away, waking up just before noon.

With a sudden burst of energy you spring up from the sheets, overtaken by your excitement for the nearing holiday as you dig out the artificial Christmas tree you had bought last year from your closet. Sure, it may seem lazy of you, but let’s face it: there was no easy way to find a real one in New York City, let alone lug it down the streets, through an elevator and down a narrow hallway to a door it wouldn’t even fit through.

Mark hears the loud rustling of various decorations as he begins to stir, leisurely getting out of bed and checking one of his dresser drawers to make sure he hadn’t merely dreamed up his shopping adventure of the previous evening. There the stationery set sits, tucked safely at the back of the wooden cabinet.

The bookstore he stopped at on his way back last night had many different options to choose from, so he made sure to get one that both matched your box of letters and reminded him of you, with its color scheme and style. A surge of pride brings a smile to his features, pleased with his choice, and he pushes the drawer shut before joining you in the living area.

Your knees brush as he sits down next to you to help unpack the large but manageable box, taking out the tiers of the tree to eventually stack on top of one another. Working more quickly than usual (and probably necessary, there are six days left after all), you assign Mark to stringing the lights across your small balcony while you finish setting up the tree. You knew you shouldn’t have let him do it alone, though, because when you look over at his progress you find more lights wrapped around his body than the metal railing.

“Do you need a hand?” You question, holding back a laugh at the way the cord restricts his arm movements to the point where he can’t even reach for the handle on the sliding door.

From outside he opens his mouth to reply, but pauses, looking down at himself and the mess he’s made of the lights before meeting your eyes once more. His voice is muffled by the glass, but you hear him shout playfully, “I’m the tree now! We don’t need that one.” He tries to gesture to the one you’re currently decorating, but fails, and this time you aren’t able to contain your amusement.

“Let me help you,” you offer, joining him on the balcony and helping him untangle himself from the glowing strands. “Thanks,” Mark replies, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck. With your combined efforts, you manage to thread the string of lights through the railing with little to no mishaps, and both of you continue decking out the apartment with other seasonal items for the next several hours.

At some point during the afternoon one of you decided to connect their phone to a speaker and play some music, all Christmas songs of course. As the classic version of “Jingle Bell Rock” begins to blare throughout the living room, Mark abandons his task momentarily to walk over to you. He extends a hand down to you, sitting on the floor, and you accept the invitation to stand up with a questioning look.

“Dance with me?”

It’s hardly a platonic request, Mark realizes once the words leave his lips, but even so you don’t shy away, glancing down at your feet with a slight trace of bashfulness in the action.

He intertwines your fingers somewhat loosely, placing his non-dominant hand on your waist and beginning to sway, slowly at first but then his movements become more exaggerated, shoulders tilting dramatically to one side after the other and straying from the rhythm of the music. You join Mark in drawing out the jesting movements, losing yourself in laughter and leaning forward to bury your face in his shoulder, the heat of your breath hitting his skin through the thin t-shirt he’s wearing. In one last attempt to keep the joyful smile on your face, he steps back a bit and holds your wrist above your head to twirl you in a circle.

The electric guitar in the song fades as you collapse onto the carpet, recovering from your fit of giggles. The sun has begun to sink in the sky, you can tell by the gold and orange glow that your apartment becomes bathed in as it sets, inching closer to the horizon and eventually becoming hidden by tall skyscrapers in the distance.

Satisfied with your progress so far, you both decide to call it a day, though in truth there aren’t many decorations left to put out. A few stray ornaments and some garlands remain, still packed up in boxes that you would need help reaching. You’re also eager to get your mind off of the way your heart was palpitating as you danced with Mark, your roommate and friend but nothing more, nothing less. You have enough to worry about at the moment, not wanting to add potential feelings for the boy into the mix. Shit, you think, you still need to buy his gift.

“What should we watch?” Mark asks, scrolling through the list of movie choices on the TV screen.

“I don’t really care, anything’s fine.”

His finger presses a button on the remote to select a film at random, the intro playing as you scan the refrigerator shelves for a frozen meal. Hopefully it’s not one of those cheesy holiday romances.

Settling down on the couch a few minutes later, you with the warmed-up container in your lap and Mark holding a cup of ramen noodles, both of you fall into a comfortable chatter about the movie. Thank god it’s a comedy.

Occasionally you find yourself diverting your attention from the harsh display and directing it over to the panes of floor-to-ceiling windows, where you watch more and more lights flicker on in the distance, illuminating the urban landscape as night falls. The view is breathtaking, but so is the way your face softly glows with their warmth, even from blocks away. Not that Mark would ever tell you that, of course.

“I’m going out!” Mark hears shuffling from outside his bedroom the next morning, your voice instantly bringing him to his senses. Curious, he shoots out of bed and flings the door open to find you, one arm stuck through the sleeve of your coat and the other buried in a bag, but it’s not the one you usually bring when you leave the flat. Eyes wide and panicked at the boy’s unexpected appearance, you clutch it to your chest with a visible amount of difficulty, Mark notices.

“Where are you off to?” He squints at the brightness of the living room, the early morning light pouring in through the glass on the far wall.

“...Maybe I can’t tell you,” you respond with a huff, slinging the heavy bag over your shoulder and pulling the rest of your coat on.

“What do you mean, you can’t—oh.”

“Nice going, genius,” you shake your head, feigning disappointment. “It’s not like it’s Christmas this week or anything.”

“My bad, sorry.” Mark winces and rakes a hand through his bedhead, abashed.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

With that, you step into the hallway and offer a parting smile over your shoulder, shutting the front door behind you.

At least your being out of the apartment gives Mark time to wrap your gift. All he has to do is figure out how.

Johnny gets a familiar feeling when he sees you enter the pawn shop, fumbling with your things and reluctantly gazing at whatever’s in the tote you’re holding. Are you also about to make an exchange you could potentially regret?

“One second,” you excuse yourself as you step up to the counter, placing the heavy bag down and removing the large item from inside: your letter box, minus its contents. Of course you would never get rid of those, but despite the letters and notes being so special to you, the box they were always kept in is also a significant part of your attachment and the memories you hold dear.

With a thud you set it down, Johnny glancing between the hesitation on your face and the wooden container on the counter in front of him. “Let me guess, you want to exchange this for cash?”

“Yes, sir, that’s exactly what I—” You pause, biting your tongue. “Hold on… Look, I know this is a pawn shop and that’s what people do here, but how are you so sure?”

Johnny’s gut tells him he shouldn’t give away the fact that a boy wearing the very same expression and with the same sense of purpose and determination was in here just two days earlier. So he corrects his mistake with a simple “Lucky guess” and a hearty chuckle.

Without Johnny even asking, you tell him that you’re also looking for some extra cash in order to afford a gift for your “friend,” and you say the word with so much conviction and certainty that it’s almost laughable. The information given to Johnny helps him fully connect the dots in his mind, realizing that each of you are the one the other talked about.

Before handing you the money, Johnny tears off a sheet of paper from a nearby notepad and asks you to fill out your information, most importantly your address. He has to lie a bit, saying it’s for contact purposes, but his heart is in the right place nonetheless. Just in case something goes south (and the sinking feeling in his stomach tells him that it will somehow), doing so gives him an option, even if he doesn’t know what that option might be yet.

“Thank you, Johnny, and Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas!” He returns your wish cheerfully as you push the door open to leave.

“Good luck finding a gift for your ‘friend,’ too.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks when you see his teasing use of air quotes, but still smile.

On your way back to the apartment Mark texts you and asks you to check the mail, saying he forgot to do so yesterday. When you arrive in the lobby and make your way over to the cluster of mailboxes, you’re instantly shocked to find a large cardboard box shoved into the small cubby with your and Mark’s name on it. You’re already struggling to carry the guitar case you bought for him, so you decide to make a second trip later.

A few moments after stepping out of the elevator, you knock on the door to your apartment, hoping with all your might that Mark won’t actually open it and instead just answer with a “Come in” as he always does. Your wish is, thankfully, granted, but it’s quickly followed by “Wait, wait, wait!” As it happens, he just finished wrapping your gift and needs another minute or two to tuck it away somewhere until the big day arrives. “Can you stay out there until I say?”

“Sure,” you reply, “but I’m going to have to ask you to do the same.”

“How about I stay in my room while you come in and do… whatever you need to?”

“Sounds good.”

With his door closed, Mark hears the front one open and shut as you enter. Trying not to make any noise that would give away the size of the item you just bought, you finally settle for hiding the leather case underneath your bed, concealed by the drapery attached to its frame that hovers just above the floor.

Mark had hastily placed the now-wrapped (though not elegantly so) stationery set back into his dresser, so he’s already out of his room by the time you leave yours. “Any letters or packages?” He questions when he sees you.

“Oh, right!” You snap your fingers, “We do have a package but my hands were full, so I’ll bring it up right now.”

“Eggnog?”

While the box had looked fairly ordinary from the outside, upon opening it and glancing at the return address you learned it was actually anything but that. Mark’s and your parents had sent a holiday care package of sorts, including both of your families’ Christmas cards and a carton of eggnog, along with some small gifts that are meant to be saved for the morning of the 25th. Also mixed in are a few small decorations (not that you need more), some baking supplies complete with a copy of the recipe for the cookies you make every year, and a soft pair of mittens for each of you. He hopes you don’t realize that one of the items is a sprig of mistletoe.

“You don’t like eggnog?” You ask, stunned. Mark shrugs, “I don’t really care for milk but it’s the thought that counts, I guess.”

That evening you and Mark take another stroll, this time choosing to stay on the streets and admire the festively adorned buildings and shops as you pass by them. Admiring Christmas lights at this time of year is nothing new to you and Mark. In fact, when you lived in Canada you would do the same thing. The only difference is that back then, it involved driving through quiet suburban neighborhoods and not ambling through crowded city streets and alleyways on foot.

Snowflakes begin to cascade from the heavens as you make your way back around to the block where you live. Mark sticks his tongue out to catch one of the small crystals, and it immediately melts in his mouth, eliciting a high-pitched laugh from the boy. Snow is also something you both are more than used to by now, having grown up with white Christmases all your lives. It makes you wonder if the holiday season would be the same without it.

“You know what we should do?” Mark turns to you just as you’re about to enter the apartment building again. “Go ice skating at Rockefeller Center.”

“Mark, c’mon, you know stuff like that is overpriced. And besides, I can’t skate to save my life. Remember—”

“That time in sophomore year? You bet I do,” he laughs as he remembers how you clumsily fell not even two seconds after stepping onto the ice with your skates, and then refused to let go of the railing for the rest of the day. The elevator whirs to life, climbing floor after floor with ease.

“Hey,” you offer, “we can still go and watch people skate, I’m sure there’s some place to sit.”

“And we can look at the Christmas tree, too,” Mark adds, eyes brightening at the idea.

“Right. I forget you haven’t seen it in person before.” The cabin doors open with a ding and you step out, your eyes landing on the door to your apartment a few yards away.

When you turn on the TV, Mark becomes mesmerized by the movie that’s playing, since it takes place in NYC and he recognizes so many places from actually being there. He scrambles to remove his jacket and beanie, plopping down onto the couch once they’re safely hooked on the coat rack.

Watching him, you sigh. Would anything really change if you were dating? Assuming your feelings were returned, of course, but you can’t imagine that your relationship would differ much. You certainly wouldn’t go on extravagant dates, or buy expensive gifts for each other, but that’s not what love is about, anyway. With the exception of a few extra hugs and the addition of kisses, along with more forms of physical affection in general (actually, scratch that, Mark’s always been awkward with those kinds of things), you’d still be by each other’s side just like always.

As you sit down next to him and feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, you don’t shrug it off, instead embracing the warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart that you can’t blame on the holiday season this time.

Mark’s glad, too. He’s been working up the courage to do that all day.

Late that night, you quietly tiptoe into the living area, retrieving an old box from your move-in last year that will fit his gift perfectly, and won’t give away what’s inside. Your hands fold and tape the wrapping paper with care, tying a neat ribbon once you’re done. Sure, you had to give up something that meant a lot to you in order to afford Mark’s present, but the gains outweigh the losses. You find comfort in imagining the way his face will surely light up with pure joy on Christmas morning, drifting off to sleep with ease once you’ve hidden the rectangular parcel back underneath your bed.

A few days pass and soon it’s the 23rd, and you join Mark at the railing of the ice rink, of course on the side with solid ground. “Ice is solid ground,” Mark had corrected, but you stood firm in your words. “More like slippery ground, if you ask me.”

Luckily you had been allowed to stand here for free, because god only knows what small, simple thing someone would be charged for in New York. It’s happened to you before, and you’re not even a tourist.

Mark’s dark eyes gaze up at the 75-foot-tall tree in wonder, pupils dilating and reflecting the tens of thousands of bright lights strung through the dark green branches. They seem to sparkle with sheer amazement. Just then someone skates a little too close to the section of railing you’re leaning on, startling Mark out of his LED-induced daze and putting the most adorable look of surprise on his face.

His focus shifts to the people on the ice, wearing sweaters and jackets of every color imaginable, and the sight is still as beautiful as the looming Christmas tree above. He notices some couples, holding onto one another or skating hand-in-hand, and it makes him wonder if that could be you two someday, at a future Christmas, or if it’s an idea absurd enough for an alternate reality.

Mark sees you shiver out of the corner of his eye, and it’s his cue to suggest returning home for the evening. In a very cliché and boyfriend-esque gesture he offers you his jacket, but you decline, insisting that it’s not far and assuring him that you’ll be okay.

Back in your heated flat, you twist open the lid of the eggnog carton and pour a small glass for yourself. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” You call out to Mark from the kitchen, snatching one of the cookies you made the other day and finding a paper plate for the thin shortbread wafer, lined with elegant white icing and dusted with sprinkles.

“I already told you, I don’t like eggnog!”

“Have you even tried it before?” Mark grumbles at your nagging. You really sound like his mom right now.

“No…”

You appear at the other end of the couch, holding out a small cup with just a sip or two of eggnog in it. “Try it. You never know.”

He knows you won’t leave until you see him lift it to his lips for yourself, so he does. Immediately the sweet drink overwhelms his taste buds, and also leaves a slight sting on his tongue.

“What’s in this stuff?” He coughs, nose scrunching a bit from the strong taste. Surprisingly, though, he doesn’t hate it. Following you back to the kitchen, Mark pours a full glass this time, already gulping it down.

“Uh,” you scan the ingredients on the back of the carton once he sets it down on the counter, “milk, cream, sugar, eggs…”

“...whiskey? What the hell?”

“It has alcohol,” Mark slurs, his giggling interrupted by a hiccup. Having never drank before, he’s undeniably a lightweight, and even a little bit can get him wasted almost instantly.

“Mom and Dad must have mixed something up, because they definitely didn’t mean to send us alcoholic eggnog.”

Sure enough, back home in Canada your parents are wondering why they only have the kid-friendly stuff in their fridge.

Mark latches on to you, arm curling lazily around your waist. Great, he’s one of those people that gets clingy when they’re drunk. “Try some,” he whines, nuzzling into your shoulder a little.

“Are you crazy?”

“No one will know,” he laughs, hiccuping again. Giving in to his adorably drunken pout, you take one sip from your original glass but no more, an unpleasant buzz taking over your whole mouth.

Not looking forward to finding a hangover cure on Christmas Eve of all days, you pray that you’ll stay sober enough to take care of the tipsy boy, who’s currently pressing his face into the back of your neck and—shit, did he just kiss you there? You really don’t need this right now.

“Mark, you’re drunk, okay? Stop it,” you caution.

“But I love you,” he murmurs, warm breath fanning your skin, and you want to kick yourself for almost saying it back. Does he even mean it, though? Alcohol makes people say crazy things, things they don’t mean, so you shouldn’t get your hopes up. You unhook his arm from your torso and turn around to push against his chest, frustrated. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He seems to have just remembered something, because he ignores you and instead goes over to where the care package was still sitting, digging into the bottom and pulling out something you hadn’t noticed before. “Look,” Mark declares in a nasal voice, “mistletoe.”

You exasperatedly hang your head, desperate to slam it into the nearest wall. With much difficulty, you eventually manage to get him tucked underneath the blanket, leaving a glass of water on his nightstand for when he wakes up. “Get some sleep,” you say simply.

He tells you goodnight with a fond mumble of your name as you shut the bedroom door behind you. Rubbing your eyes, you yawn before turning off the lights and heading to bed yourself, trying to block out the events that had just taken place.

Your head aches when you wake up the next morning, and you feel like garbage, so you can only imagine how much worse Mark must be doing. Quickly chugging a water bottle, you reluctantly go to knock on his door, hearing a pained groan once you enter. He’s sitting up, chin resting in one hand and the other anchored onto the heavy comforter covering his legs.

“How are you feeling?” The obvious question with an even more obvious answer makes Mark wince. “Awful.”

“Sorry.” It’s silent for a moment, Mark pressing three fingers to his throbbing forehead and you staring aimlessly at the wall. “I knew that eggnog was a bad idea.”

“You were the one that told me to try it!”

“I didn't know it had alcohol in it!”

You sigh, dejected. Something tells Mark that your head isn’t the only thing hurting.

“Hey, I know that look. What’s wrong?” He prods, voice soft and gentle and altogether unlike how it had been last night. You meet his eyes for a moment, about to speak but biting your lip at the last second. Mark’s brain puts two and two together at your expression.

“Oh god, did I say something? Do something?”

“Yeah, actually,” you reply in a huff. “First you kissed my neck, then you told me you loved me, and then you held up a clump of mistletoe and implied that we should kiss underneath it.”

His memories of the previous evening are all a blur, so he truly would have no idea what happened if you hadn’t just said something. Mark knows he screwed up, bad.

You tense when you feel him place his hand over yours, but you don’t snatch it away. After collecting his thoughts, Mark clears his throat.

“Look, I… I know that’s not the best way for you to find out how someone feels about you. But I’m completely sober, and I can tell you that I meant what I said last night.”

“You promise?”

“Promise,” Mark replies.

“...Can you say it again, then?”

He blushes, “That I…?”

You nod, the corners of your lips lifting into a small smile.

“I love you,” Mark tells you for the second time in the last 24 hours, but this time you know you can believe him. The pain of your hangover goes away for a moment as he takes your jaw in his hands and connects your lips, just barely retaining the buzz of the alcohol but not enough to bother you. Slowly you kiss him back, sinking down onto the mattress beside him.

Mark pulls away for air a few seconds later, thumb grazing your cheek lovingly. “Does this mean we’re—”

“Dating? If you want it to, then sure,” your finger traces swirly shapes on the small of his back while you assure him that neither of you need to rush into anything if you aren’t ready.

“I don’t want things to change, though.”

“Who said they have to? I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and we’re already pretty close, you know? Making it ‘official’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘different,’ so...”

Mark hums in agreement, “You’re right. Okay, I can live with that.”

“And I can’t live another second without food. I’m making breakfast,” you quip, reverting back to the usual banter between you and him.

“I’ll cook the eggs,” Mark insists as you both make your way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.

“You absolutely will not!”

The night before Christmas had started out unlike any that you’d ever experienced before, with you confronting your now-boyfriend about a drunken love confession the previous day. But now, it’s ending just like every year, with you cozy and curled up in front of the television as the last few segments of the news play.

It’s the coldest Christmas Eve in years. You learned this after the meteorologist had informed viewers of the record only a few minutes earlier, inadvertently planting an idea in Mark’s mind.

Right as you’re about to turn in for the night, setting a plate of decorated cookies and a glass of milk down on the end table (as is tradition in your families, no matter how old you are), Mark holds out his arms like a child might. “Can we…?” He asks in a quiet voice, nervous to finish his sentence.

“Huh?”

The boy inhales sharply, “It’s freezing. Do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” His cheeks flush a deep red that’s almost the color of Christmas itself.

You’re slightly taken aback, and then you remember it’s just Mark. “Sure, why not,” you answer with a light shrug and a smile on your face.

“But no funny business,” you inform him as you climb under the sheets together, instantly happy with your choice to join him because double the people means double the body heat. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Mark replies, pecking your lips. His wrist finds the warm skin of your neck and you flinch away.

“Your hands are cold!” He just snickers at your whining.

The two of you fall asleep more quickly than you ever have on Christmas Eve, usually overcome with nerves and excitement, but now, as two college-aged kids, you’re comfortable and not rushing the morning’s arrival at all, content in each other’s arms for the moment.

You feel like you’re 10 years old again as you rush into the living room at 8am the next day, the bright, early morning sky lighting up your entire apartment. At the base of your Christmas tree sits a humble amount of presents, composed of the two that you bought for each other plus the half-dozen small ones from your parents.

You hand Mark one of the cookies from the end table and grab one for yourself, taking a bite of the sweet treat as you sit down and motioning for him to do the same.

“Open yours first,” you say eagerly, referring to your gift for him. Mark shakes his head and points to what he got you, “No, you go first.”

“Fine, we’ll open them at the same time.” Mark nods, satisfied with the compromise and handing you both the packages.

“On three. One, two…”

The final number barely leaves your lips before you both begin tearing into the paper excitedly, Mark reaching for the flaps on the box and you unfolding the tissue paper.

When you each see what the other gifted you with, it’s completely silent, save for the TV playing a Christmas Day special in the background.

He gazes blankly at you, licking his lips as his eyes dart between the guitar case and your expression.

“I appreciate the gift, but I…” Mark pauses, unsure how to tell you this.

You don’t say a word, raising your eyebrows as a signal for him to continue.

“I sold my guitar to pay for your gift,” he breathes.

“You what? Mark, that guitar means everything to you! Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re worth it, of course!”

“Well, I did the same thing,” you break the news with an unamused expression. “I sold my letter box to pay for that case.”

His eyes become impossibly wider at that, nearly bulging out of their sockets. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

You groan and lie down on the floor, beyond discouraged. “Let me guess, the pawn shop on 23rd?”

“Yep.”

“Hey, wait a minute.” An idea hits Mark like a rush of cold air. “Maybe we can work out a deal or something.”

“Meaning?”

“We go back and see if we can trade in our new gifts for enough money to get our old things back.”

“One, I doubt it’s that easy, and two, pretty much everything is closed on Christmas Day.” You’re half tempted to laugh because of how ironic this situation is.

Mark sighs, “I guess that makes sense.”

“We can still try, though.”

Sure enough, the pawn shop is dark, even more so than usual, and the door doesn’t budge. A sign taped to the window from the inside confirms your fear: Closed on Christmas. Gloved hands pressed onto the glass, you and Mark admit your defeat. You had been bested by the giving spirit of the holiday season, almost too generous for your own good.

But it’s the message that the day itself stands for after all, for putting aside material value and doing something out of the kindness of your heart just to make someone else happy. That’s what it’s all about, and you and Mark had personally experienced it this year.

So you’re surprised to find two boxes leaning on the wall beside the door to your apartment the next morning, shapes oddly familiar. Could it be?

Just hours earlier, the hallway surveillance cameras caught a tall man striding down the corridor, carrying those exact packages under his arms. In the video he pulls out a scrap of paper and a pen from his coat pocket, scribbling a short message before tucking it underneath the ribbon of the larger parcel and leaving the building just as quickly as he came.

You and Mark’s only clue as to who had returned your items is a messy ‘J’ at the end of the note attached to the box containing his guitar. Exchanging knowing glances, you both grin, squeezing your intertwined hands with the same name in mind.

...So what if Johnny had to take a bit of money out of his own paycheck to cover the cost of the items? Besides, it’s Christmas. And his boss never has to know.

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NSFW Alphabet - Neo

A/N: Soooo, I have been struggling with my writing recently and I thought I could try something where I didn’t need to write a continuous text. I love reading NSFW alphabets and I figured I could do one with Neo, because he is my favorite one. This is obviously just my opinion and we can discuss if you disagree.

Words: 2.5 K

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After helping you clean up, Neo likes to stay in bed for some cuddles; he becomes quite clingy after sex. He loves feeling your warm, slightly sweaty body held tight in his embrace, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He usually won’t talk too much, but he makes sure that you are feeling good and that you know how important you are to him. It all comes natural to Neo because he loves you so much.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Neo adores your lips. He loves kissing them, and even a simple kiss means a lot to him. Sometimes he runs his thumb along your lower lip, and it drives him crazy the way you circle your lips surrounding his finger as you suck it in, twirling your tongue around his fingertip. Watching your mouth wrapping around his girth must be one of Neo’s favorite things; how the moist inside of your sultry lips glide along his full length, stalling to place a wet kiss at the seeping tip.

Neo likes his hands, the way they perfectly cup your breasts (another favorite part of yours), the way they can work magic between your legs. He loves how much he can do with his hands, the range he has to give you the pleasure you deserve; how he can gently stroke your hair or caress your cheek, but at the same time it excites him to get a tight grip on your hips or pinch your nipple while he is thrusting ardently, trying to send you over the edge.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Neo loves watching his cum on your skin, his pearly seed dripping down your chest, droplets curving around your breasts. Sometimes, he likes to drag his thick fingers through the pool of his release, spreading it around your nipples, rubbing the smooth fluid into your skin. Seeing your gleaming eyes following his fingertips, Neo can’t resist sticking them into your mouth, waiting for you to suck his fingers clean.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes Neo waits for missions where you go into the matrix, and he can stay at the Nebuchadnezzar, monitoring you and observing the screen. Ever since Neo learned how to read the matrix in code, he has been always watching you fight in there. He has never admitted that to you, but it drives him crazy seeing how you battle the agents with perfected moves in your latex uniform. There are even times when it all becomes too much for Neo and he has to rush straight to his room to relieve the tension all by himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t very experienced but he has learned a lot since you two met. Neo is all about pleasuring you; he might not ask directly about what you enjoy, but he takes note whenever you whimper or squirm, as he touches particular spots that work wonders for you. That is how he has acquired the knowledge on how to satisfy specifically you and just you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Neo craves intimacy, he loves kissing your lips, your chest and your neck while making love with you. Missionary is his go to; Neo loves the way his weight presses you down, and how it allows him to feel you trembling underneath him. He savors the accessibility of your breasts too.

Neo enjoys spooning as well; your back pressed to his abdomen and chest, this genuine skin to skin contact, reminding Neo how real this world is. It is the sense of peace and clarity, something Neo has been searching for so long. He adores having you in his arms, making you feel safe, and in addition to that, Neo uses the opportunity to conveniently reach for your clit, rubbing heavenly circles between your thighs, kissing your spine and the back of your neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neo can get pretty goofy at times, however, during sex he gets a little more serious. You will still get a good laugh once in a while with him, but he tends to leave it for later, when you cuddle in bed after sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Neo doesn’t care too much, he keeps himself in his natural state most of the time; however, he would be willing to alter it if you asked. For you, he’s okay with anything. It really turns him on when you have at least a little bit of hair, but he also enjoys when you change it up once in a while.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Neo is all about you, he is a passionate lover and he makes sure that you feel incredible the entire time. Occasionally, Neo whispers sweet words to your ear; how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel. His hands roam your body, showing love to all parts of your skin, and sometimes, he takes your hand entwining your fingers together, making sure you feel safe with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to jack off quite a lot before being cut off from the matrix. Relationships used to be difficult for him, since he was always feeling as if something was off, it never felt real. Now, being a part of the real world, he doesn’t need to masturbate that much anymore, especially when he has you. Sometimes, however, when Neo leaves for a longer mission without you, he has no choice but to release the tension; and yet, you are the one he thinks about.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves watching how you touch yourself. The way your fingers trace to your sensitive bud, getting lost between your succulent folds; it drives Neo crazy seeing you writhing, your chest pulsating with heavy breaths. The way your pleasure-filled eyes find his, and you invite him to join in, replacing your hand with a much sturdier one, whimpering feeling his thick fingers going in.

Neo also takes pleasure in you blindfolding him, depriving him of one of his senses. Every touch feels electric then, and the unknown excites him. The way your lips unexpectedly sheath his cock, your tongue tracing his veins; the sensation becomes heightened and he twitches under the slightest touch.

He was surprised to learn that in addition to the blindfold, he loved the ropes too. Neo was quite reluctant the first time you brought them up, wrapping the string around his wrists and securing them to the bed. However, the lack of sight paired with having no control only made Neo come harder from the way you rode his cock, grinding his pelvic bone.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neo prefers having sex back in Zion, in your shared bed; he likes the comfort and security of it compared to the cramped and thin-walled rooms of Nebuchadnezzar. He loves when he has the time to properly satisfy you, bring your over the edge more than once the same night, hence he prefers to do it somewhere private where you can both relax.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Basically Neo doesn’t need too much to get him going. A little bit of kissing, a little bit of touching, and he is turned on.

In particular, it’s very hard for Neo to keep his hands to himself when there is a party in Zion and the whole city is overpowered by sweltering heat; when you walk in nothing but a light piece of almost sheer fabric covering your bare skin. Then, Neo approaches you from behind, pressing himself to your ass, and his fingertips slip under your attire, travelling up the sides your quivering thighs. It is a sign for you to ditch the dance floor and go look for a private room.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Neo is fairly soft, he is reluctant to do anything that might possibly hurt you. Even a gentle slap to your face is a little too much for him, and Neo couldn’t force himself to this. The degradation is something he is not a fan of, and probably no crude words escape his mouth during sex. Even if you asked him, Neo couldn’t call you something like ‘his slut’, but still, he is more or less okay rewarding your ass with a stingy slap while fucking you from behind.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Neo adores oral sex, he enjoys it both ways. Sixty-nine is a common part of your foreplay, and he loves giving and receiving at the same time. Neo also loves when you give attention to his balls while eagerly sucking his length, and whenever you don’t want to make a mess, Neo loves coming inside your mouth, watch your fiery eyes as you swallow his load.

Going down on you, Neo enjoys when you take control, tangling your fingers into his hair, directing his tongue to a perfect spot. He loves when you tie his hands to the bed and ride his face as well, cumming all over him, lustfully moaning his name.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Neo likes to start slow, he makes sure that all parts of your body get their share of his love. He takes his time with kisses and loving strokes, until he sees the desperation for more in your eyes. He won’t go at a cervix-crushing force, but he can definitely speed it up if he feels like that is what you want.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Neo prefers the long thing. However, spending weeks on the Neb, sometimes there’s no choice but to do it quick before anyone from the crew starts looking for you. That is when he chooses to have you sitting on his lap with just your bottoms down, or a quick fuck from behind, panting and whispering his expressions of love.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Neo isn’t the one to suggest something riskier that a quickie with a possibility of getting caught. He is usually up for trying a new pose or location, but he could never agree to something that might possibly hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Neo is pretty good at controlling himself and he prefers to go for one (sometimes two) fairly long round instead of a series of quickies, provided that the time is not pressing you. If you haven’t seen each other for quite a while, Neo cums pretty quickly the first time. On the other hand, it is possible to have three or even four rounds then spread throughout the same day, each being longer than the previous one, to make up for the time you lost.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Neo isn’t too much into toys. Sometimes, he loves switching his fingers for a handmade dildo (which Zion women have gifted to you) when he goes down on you. Other than that, he’s fine with his blindfold and maybe light ropes once in a while.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Whenever Neo tries teasing you, he ends up succumbing to it himself, so it never lasts for too long. On the other hand, he enjoys to be teased by you, and he doesn’t mind a little show that you can put up to drive him a little bit insane.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neo isn’t too vocal, especially when things are happening at the Neb. At first, while warming up, Neo whispers his words of love straight to your ear. As he feels himself coming closer to the edge, he begins panting, heavy breaths turning into grunts, and then finally, Neo spills with a low growl; its volume depends on where he’s at.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Have I mentioned how good Neo is with his fingers? Whenever his thumb grazes you nipple, shivers run down your body and all you begin to crave is for Neo to rub them harder, pinching them slightly in the end. Knowing you so well, he delivers it just the way you wanted, and even adds a squeeze to your breasts, forcing you to arch closer into his grip. He then travels lower past your belly button, his fingers gently fighting their way by spreading your legs. His middle finger slowly slides between your petals, getting coated in your juicy sap, and starts circling around your swelling clit. Seeing the pleasure in your face, neo craves to give you more, and two of his fingers find your entrance, gathering some wetness to easily glide in. Neo has perfected the angle, and he reaches straight to your g-spot, bringing his other hand to begin working on your sensitive clit. He knows he can make you orgasm fairly quickly this way, but sometimes he slows down to savor the moment when you are whining and writhing, begging desperately to come undone. He can’t resist for long though, surrendering to your pleas, and with a few powerful moves, he makes you clench around his fingers, continuing to finger your pulsating walls.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The length is impressive; it’s more than enough to reach your most sensitive spot, and it’s definitely a challenge to your trained throat. He’s not too thick though, but the girth still gives you a fairly good stretch once he enters you after a longer time. It is also kind of adorable that Neo doesn’t understand how big he actually is, and he flushes whenever you compliment him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Neo wants you daily. He doesn’t pressure you though. He would rather wait than make you have sex when you really don’t want to. However, the wait is usually not necessary, and you get something done almost every day, even if that’s just oral or a simple hand play.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Neo usually falls asleep rather quickly, especially when you have sex after a long day. The warmth of your naked body in his embrace soothes him, and it is sometimes only a matter of minutes before he dozes off.

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[bridgyrose]

Mermay has me thinking, Cinder as a pirate and Neo as a siren(sirens can't talk only sing) with Roman(merman, merfolk can talk), Mercury & Emerald wondering why Cinder 'Best Mer Hunter' Fall is not killing this deadly siren in front of her.

Cinder stood face to face with the siren, sword pointed at the mergirl’s throat. “You dare make any sound that can be taken as singing, and I will not hesitate.” 

The siren stared at Cinder, an amused smirk starting to form with her lips. This woman was not like anyone else who had come to these shores. Most of the others fell for the songs just as quickly as they started, but this one… this woman seemed almost unfazed by the song, intriguing the siren. She pulled back a bit, slipping down the rocks she was sitting on and putting herself back into the water, her brown and pink hair covering her chest. 

Cinder watched the siren, making note of each movement. She wasnt quite ready to let her guard down yet, keeping her weapon pointed at the siren in case any sudden moves were made. But something felt different about this situation to her. For a moment, she felt herself start to drop her arm, lowering her sword to her side. “You… you dont want to hurt me, do you?” 

Ther siren shook her head and splashed her tail in the water before disappearing below the surface. She swam around to the other side of the rock pile, surfacing and grabbing hold of Cinder’s shoulders before pushing her into the water. 

Cinder fell in with a splash, starting to fume a bit. “Trying to drown me?” 

The siren shook her head once again, swimming over to Cinder and then around her, splashing her with her tail before disappearing into the water once again. This time when she surfaced, she carried a small necklace made of fishing line, a couple shells, and a glowing starfish. 

Cinder hesitated for a moment as the sirent presented the necklace to her, starting to wonder what exactly the siren’s plan was. “You’re… giving me a necklace?” 

The siren nodded, gently setting the necklace down on the rocks, waiting for Cinder to take it. 

Cinder slowly picked it up and looked the necklace over, still not trusting it. “And… what exactly is this for?” 

The siren made a few gestures, feigning a song and covering her ears after. 

Cinder slowly put the necklace around her neck. “This… is supposed to protect me from the sea songs?” 

The siren nodded and waited until Cinder had put the necklace on before starting to sing, her voice echoing around the island as it was carried by the breeze from the sea. The song she sang didnt seem to have any words to it, just a series of sounds that brought out the desires of those who listened to it. 

Cinder hesitated for a moment as she listened to the song for what it was, really hearing the siren’s voice for the first time. She slowly moved the necklace in her hand, smiling a bit. “That… really works.” 

The siren finished her song and smiled at Cinder before disappearing below the waves once more. 

“So, why didnt you take this one out? Dont tell me the great Cinder Fall has gone soft.” 

Cinder sighed and turned around to face her first mate, Mercury, and her lookout, Emerald, as the two of them walked over to her. “This one was different.” 

“Different how?” asked Emerald. “You’re the one who says that merfolk and sirens are all the same: pests of the sea that need to be culled.” 

“And like I said, this one is different. I… cant exactly explain it, but she could’ve had me dead to rights before. But she didnt. So, I spared her.” 

Mercury rolled his eyes and started heading back to the ship. “I’m not entirely sure we can really call you “Mer Hunter” anymore, Cin. In the past you’ve never let a siren go even if they spared you. Why’s this time different?” 

Cinder shrugged, looking out to sea one last time before heading to her ship. “I’m not sure. Like I said, something about this one is different.” 

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The siren swam into the depths of the ocean, making her way home and only stopping as a familiar voice started to trail from behind her. 

“Neo! There you are!” 

Neo stopped swimming, using her pink and white tail to keep herself stationary in the water as she looked out to her friend. 

Roman quickly swam to her, stopping just in front of her. “You cant keep running off like that. I’ve told you the surface is starting to get more dangerous.” 

Neo sighed and made a few gestures, trying to tell Roman about the adventures she was having and a plan to make sure everything was safe. 

Roman hesitated for a moment as he “listened” to Neo. “You… gave a mer hunter the necklace? What were you thinking?! If she finds out what you’re doing, she’ll have you killed!” 

Neo shrugged and started swimming off again, not worried about the outcome. Its not like the mer hunter would realize what was going on before it was too late. And then she’d join them, becoming one of the very things she’d hunt. 

Roman followed behind Neo, sighing a bit as he swam. “I really hope you know what you’re doing…” 

[127-mile]

Love as poisonous as flowers.

Pairing: Vigilante Renjun x villain reader.

Genre: Vigilante!au, superhero!au, flower shop, strangers to lovers | Fluff, angst.

Warnings: Blood, injuries, fighting scene, strong language, manipulation.

Plot: Renjun became a vigilante when he got tired of obeying the laws of heroes, he also began to seek the approval of villains when being good and helpful became too much.

Word count: +7k.

A/N: This is part of the Neo hero academia collab hosted by @badwithten​. 

Tag list: @peachjaem00​ | @colpen​

"Poor vigilante, what did they do to you?"

Renjun looks up, but his vision is blurry, so much that he sees nothing but a misshapen shadow before his eyes. His whole body is in pain, and he cries loudly when he fees a hand resting on his shoulder and when the hand sticks to his torn shirt from the blood flowing from the gaping wound.

"What is happening?" he hears another voice, and it brings chill down his spine. The voice is low, and threatening but laced with something a tad addicting in a way he could never explain. "Flower boy is bleeding out on the pavement." you answer and if the way you move is anything to go by, you are crouching down in front of him. "What should we do with him?"

He hears the stranger hum. "We need him, so I guess we are going to do our deed of the day by helping him." you agree and you put your hand right on the wound and a sob hitches in Renjun's throat but the pain slowly fades until it becomes nothing but a throbbing in his arm. "What have you done?" he whispers, voice rough and gurgling by the amount of blood in his mouth.

"I just saved your life flower boy, so try to remember that the next time we meet, alright?" he would love to say that yes, he will remember you, but he has no idea what you look like. "Oh, oh, easy flower boy." you say when he tries to stand up, but he sits back down when his head starts to spin and bile rises in his throat. "If you want to go home, you will have to wait a little longer."

"Who are you?" he asks in a small voice, and you chuckle softly. Even if he doesn't know what you look life, he knows he will be able to remember you by the way you laugh. "I am your sweetest nightmare, flower boy." you lean down and kiss his cheeks with a softness he was not expecting. "You owe me one for saving your life." you whisper close to his ear and he shivers.

When he looks up, he is alone in the dark alleyway.

Renjun wakes up tired.

He grabs his phone on the bedside table and he notices that it is almost 2 pm, which means he slept for over 11 hours and he is still just as tired as if he had not slept for an entire week. As much as he would like to stay in bed, and make the world forget about his existence, he has to get up, and he has to open the shop, not that he has an higher up ready to kick him out for being late, but he does have a bunch of bills pilling up on the table.

When he stands up, the first thing he notices is that he is still wearing last night's bloody shirt and that from the ripped, he can't see any trace from the wound he suffered from while playing the vigilante in the middle of the nastiest, scariest area in town. He walks to the full body mirror and he takes the shirt off. Nothing. Just dried blood, but no scar, absolutely nothing.

What did you do to him?

When he steps out of the apartment, something feels off. He does not know what it is, but something is different from the other days. But he tries to brush it off as he walks to the shop which is two blocks away from his apartment. He has walked this path every day for the past three years, and never has he felt so unsafe. He tries not to look over his shoulder, because he knows if he starts he will not stop until he is locked in the store.

He opens the door, and he is immediately assaulted by the different scents of flowers but it makes him feel good, it allows him to relax and take a deep breath without the weight on his stomach and the lump in his throat. Here he feels safe. Maybe he should not because he remembers the words you had said to him last night, but he knows nothing will happen in the confine of his flower ship.

Maybe he should not have spoken so fast.

He has barely finished putting down the fresh flowers he received earlier in the morning, when the door to the store opens with the soft ringing of the doorbell. "Hello, how can I help you?" he asks in his sweet customer service voice.

"Hello, flower boy," the customer says, and he stops, almost dropping the vase on the ground. "how are you feeling on this fine morning? Not too sore? Not too tired?" he turns on his heels and he is met with a smile he has never seen before, maybe because he couldn't see anything last night, but he does recognize the voice. "I'm fine, I guess." he answers, hesitating.

"That's great." you say as you walk around the store, smelling the flowers and smiling at the colors it brings to the place. "Remember when I said you owed me one?" he nods, walking back behind the counter, nervously playing with the hem of his hoodie. "I know, I should have waited a little longer to come ask for a favor, but unfortunately, we do need your help right now."

"We?" he tilts his head to the side, and you join him to the counter. "My friend, you met him yesterday. If it was not for him, I would have let you bleed out on the street, but he is nicer than I am." oh, this brings an unpleasant chill down his back and he tries to remain stoic, but with you so close and smelling as good as the flowers, it is quite difficult.

"What do you want from me?" he asks in a small voice, and you coo. You almost reach to pinch his cheek, but you refrain yourself, but can anyone blame you? He is absolutely adorable with his doe eyes shining with fear and something else. Adoration? Excitation? Who knows. "Do you happen to have a paper and a pen?" you ask as weird as it sounds when he was expecting some sort of explanation or death threat, but he gives you what you asked for.

You write down an address and you give him the paper. "Come here tonight at midnight. Knock four times on the door, stop for three seconds, and knock two more times so we know it's you." he looks at the address and he did not even know this place existed, but by the look of it, it is some sort of underground apartment. "Why would I do that? I don't know you, I don't know your friend!"

"Oh, my sweet, sweet vigilante. You do not have the choice, if you do not come tonight, we will find you, and we will make sure you bleed out in your store like you were supposed to last night." you explain in a voice that is way too soft for a death threat. "And don't try to have someone follow you, we'll know even before you step inside of the place, and the police will find two dead bodies instead of one."

You lean over the counter, and much like you did the day before, you kiss his cheek. "You don't want to know what would happen to the people you love and care so much about, and to this store if you do not come tonight." you wink at him, and with that, you are gone as quickly as you stepped inside of the store.

Renjun is once again left alone, but this time he is not hurt, just shaken up. But in a good way, if that's even a thing. He feels the adrenaline slowly slipping through his body and as scared as he is, he looks forward to the night. To know more about what they want from him. And especially, to know more about you.

He almost wants to close the store early, and to get ready for the little rendez-vous, but he doesn't know what he should get ready for. Maybe this is just a trap, and he will end up dead no matter if he shows up or not, but he has to know.

Curiosity killed the cat, that's what they say, but he is ready.

It is a quarter past midnight when Renjun arrives in front of the address on the piece of paper and he is out of breath. He was so sure he knew the place, but he was wrong, and he had to ask some weird person for directions, a person who he is sure would have beaten up if he was in his vigilante costume. But tonight, he is just Renjun, the flower boy whose stress is playing on his quirk.

He finds himself stupid in front of the door, because he forgot how to knock. He shifts from one leg to the other and he wonders why he decided to let his curiosity attract him here since he is clearly not capable of respecting the two simple rules that were given to him. "Fuck it." he whispers, and he knocks on the door. Three times.

Nothing happens for several minutes, so he gives up and turns on his heels. But when he gets ready to leave, the door creaks and he hears a small giggle. The giggle. "So, flower boy, are you not able to abide by the rules give to you? It's a shame, because we've placed a lot of hope on you." he faces you, and he tilts his head to the side. He looks genuinely sorry, but you can't accept it until he opens his mouth. "I got lost on the way, and I forgot how I was supposed to knock, I am really sorry."

"You got lost? It is a shame, especially coming from a vigilante, but you are young, so I think we can make an exception, but only for today, okay?" he nods, but stops, frowning. "What do you mean, only for today? I thought I was only supposed to do you one favor!" you laugh softly. "Saving your life is going to cost you a lot more than just one little encounter, flower boy. Saving you life has cost me a lot, you have to pay me back."

"It was not the deal!" he exclaims, and you let out a long sigh. "You don't have to honor the deal, if you do not want to, but you know what is going to happen to you and your friends if you don't. The decision is yours to make." you rest your shoulder against the doorframe, and observe Renjun who seems to be weighting the pros and cons. Finally, he nods. "Very well."

"Perfect, follow me." you open the door to let him in, and he closes it behind him. The hallway is long and barely lit, so he has no idea where he is heading, he just follows the sound of your footsteps. Eventually, they come to another door, and when you open it, he has to squint his eyes to let his vision get used to the brightness of the room. "Guys, he is here."

When he looks around, he notices that several people are present, either sitting on the leather sofa, or standing by the window. "Let me introduce you. This is Johnny, Taeyong, Ten, Kun and Doyoung." Renjun observes each man, nodding although he doubts he will remember their names. "So what is your name?" he asks in a small voice, and your mouth opens in a small "o". "Oh yeah, I never introduced myself, I'm Y/n."

"Are those your real names?" he asks and you laugh softly. "Who knows? Maybe we trust you enough to tell you who we really are, or maybe we are just waiting to see how you obey to tell you the truth." you answer and he rolls his eyes, not the answer he expected. "Sit down, we'll explain everything to you."

He sits on a couch, and two of the men sit on either side of him, and he feels a lot less confident. You sit down across from him, crossing your legs. "It's not for nothing that we saved your life yesterday. If you were not helpful to us, we would have left you to die in the alley." you start, and he feels something unpleasant doing up in his stomach. "A little birdie told us you were growing some special flowers in the back of your store."

His eyes open wide when he realizes what you just said. "What? Who told you that?" only one person knows about his special plantation, and there is no way that person has told them anything. You are bluffing, he thinks. "Before I answer you, I have a slightly more important question for you. Do you trust all of your friends? Do you think any of them would be able to betray you in return of a little power?"

He shakes his head vigorously. "No! My friends are trustworthy, and they would never do anything to disobey the law!" you sink deeper into your chair, your hands resting on your thighs. "It's funny to hear that, especially from a vigilante who clearly does not obey the laws imposed on superheroes." he bites his lower lip, it's true that it does not make sense.

"Come on, think a little bit, don't you have a friend who is dying to have more power in this world, who always wanted to have a little more?" one of the men asks, and he recognizes his voice, it is that of the man who convinced you to save his life. And if he remembers correctly, it's Johnny. "If you know about what is going on in the back of my store, you already have your answer." he mumbles.

"Yes, but we want to hear you say it. If you do not say it, you will not believe that one of your friends dared to betray you." you immediately add and he lowers his head. His heart hurts, of course, because he confided in thinking his secret would be well kept, but now he has to question everything he had ever said or done with his friends. If one betrayed him, what about the others? "Haechan knew that," he says in a voice so weak that you find it hard to hear him. "he was the only one who knew that."

"Do you want to know something about your friend?" you ask, but you do not really give him a choice. "He was the one who came to see us. We did not know anything about your store, or your little backyard business, but he somehow knew about what we were looking for, so he found a way to mee us." he cannot believe what he is hearing. "You are lying. Why would he betray me? He has nothing to gain from hanging with people like you."

"People like us? What do you mean by that?" Ten asks in a strained voice, and he regrets opening his mouth, you see it in his face, and it is so much fun. Just for that, you want to keep him around a bit longer. When he does not respond, Ten nudges him, hard. "Tell us. Wo do you think we are."

"Villains?" he answers in a small voice and you get up from the armchair, stretching your legs.

"You are not wrong, but you are not right either." you explain, turning around the couch in which he is installed. You put your hands on Renjun's shoulders and bend down so that you can speak directly into his ear. "We have not killed anyone, so technically, we are not villains. At least, not yet. That's where you are going to come in handy."

Before he can start to panic, you keep talking. This time, a little louder so everyone can hear what you are saying. "Your flowers are special, Renjun, because they are extremely rare. It has been years since no one has managed to grow them, and yet, you have succeeded. Your flowers can be used to do so many things. Good things, like saving the lives of sick people. And bad things."

Renjun already knows all of this, he has spent years researching which flowers can be used, and although he knows you are going to explain more about why he is here, he already has an idea of what you are going to say, but he lets you talk, he doesn't want to upset you.

"You see Renjun, we think the heroes take, and don't give anything in return. Yes, they keep our streets secure, and our stores away from break-ins, but they do not do it because they want to help their neighbors anymore, but because they know that the money that will be given to them will be enough for them to have a good life. Heroes are wicked, they are obnoxious, and they act like we should revere them for their service."

"You understand us, right? After all, you were the one who decided that being a vigilante was better than being a hero. You know the laws are stupid, and they are not obeyed because heroes think they have all the rights, and that they are better than that." Renjun remains silent, but in a way, he agrees with you. He never thought he would agree with a villain. A villain not so villain apparently. "We do not want to kill them, it's not our role, but we want to show them what it's like to live without powers."

"We want them to have to live in fear that a hero will not be around the corner to save them in case of trouble. We want them to have to experience what it feels like to be saved by a hero, having to show yourself grateful in front of the cameras to appease their egos. We think vigilantes can do the work like it needs to be done without the reward." Renjun nods and when you turn to face him, you can see so many emotions in his eyes that you can't help but smile. "And you need my plants to do that." he concludes.

"We need some of your flowers, but we also need a few plants that we are sure you can grow." he looks at you and he frowns. "What tells you that I will succeed in growing the plants you need?" you shrug as you straighten up, burrying your hands in the pockets of your jackets. "I don't know why, but I trust you Renjun, and if you've been able to do something that no one has done for years, I'm sure you can do that."

Is it weird that he feels something warm all over his body when you say that? He is not sure, but he puts that feeling aside, for now he has to focus on you, and your friends. "I can try, but what if I can't? you pout and you meet the gaze of one of the boys. "Well, we'll find someone else to grow what you don't have. But you will always be of use to us."

"And when you have everything you need, will my debt be paid?" you appreciate that he calls it a debt, even though that's not really the word you would have used. "If you do not give us fake flowers, and if you do not try to denounce us, then ues, you will be free to return to your little vigilante life, flower boy."

"I will help you then." you laugh, because he talks as if he had a choice to decline, but you let it slide, for now. "Perfect! I'll come find you with the list of what we need. In the meantime, I forbid you to talk about any of this little meeting." he gets up, nodding, he is not stupid enough to talk about this meeting with the villains. "What about Haechan?" he suddenly asks, and you turn to face him. "Haechan knows what we are up to, well, he knows a bit, as we don't want him to use that information to get something as well. So you do whatever you want with him."

You lead him back to the front door, and when he comes out into the dark, you take his hand to pull him in and once again, kiss his cheek. "See you soon, flower boy." and the door closes in front of his face.

Three weeks go by, and Renjun still hasn't heard from you.

Every day he goes to the store, and every time he expects you to shop up, but no, nothing ever happens, and he comes home almost sad that he has not seen you. Or even one of the men. He craves something he can't explain, something he never knew he needed to live.

Today is a day like any other, Renjun thinks as he pushes the back door open with a thrust, his arms laden with plants. "Hello, flower boy." you say and he jumps, to the point that he drops a plant, but before it breaks on the ground, a vine shoots out of the ground to catch the pot. "Of, that was a very nice catch!" you exclaim with a certain admiration.

"Is that your quirk, or do you have traps in the store in case someone tries to break into your store overnight?" you ask, curious and he puts the pots on the counter, shaking his head. "I can't tell you, or I would have to kill you." he immediately closes his mouth, regretting his words, but when you start to laugh, he huffs with relief.

"I'll be careful not to go inside without you then." you answer and start to walk around the store, the shadow of a smile on your face. "Your shop is really beautiful, you know?" he nods, even though you can't see him. "I worked hard to get there." you hum, you supect that it did not happen overnight. "I thought you would come sooner."

"Oh, flower boy!" you coo, and you turn on your heels to observe him from where you are standing. "Did you miss me? It is absolutely adorable, but don't worry, we are not going to part for a while. You will not have time to miss me, I promise." Renjun smiles thinly, but he doesn't know if he should be happy or not.

"No," he mumbles, but you can see the way his cheeks are turning red, and it's adorable, you hate how weak he makes you by doing nothing but by being himself. "but I could have started growing some of the plants you need if you had come sooner." you tilt your head to thes ide and you shrug. "We needed a few more details before we came."

"But since you seem so eager to start working with us, here is the list of what we need." you put a notebook on the counter, and Renjun takes it t oread the list of flowers and plants. The list is much longer than he had thought, he his eyes widen as he nears the end. "Do you really need all of this? It's huge, and it's going to take me a while!"

"That's why you don't have a deadline to get us all the plants." you explain in a slow voice, and when the door opens, you push yourself aside to let the customer speak with Renjun. You take advantage that he is busy to go through the door he came out of when you arrived, and you are surprised to only see a storeroom, but when you take a step forward, you notice another door.

"Oh flower boy, you are hiding a lot of things." you say when you enter the second room. Lots of plants and flowers are growing, some are examined through a microscope, and tons of books and scientific journals pile up on a desk that looks ready to break. Some flowers smell divine, other smell like death.

A plant seems to be singing on your left side, and the sound if so sweet and beautiful that you have no choice but approach it. The leaves are purple and you had no idea that plants could be so beautiful, and when you move your hand to touch a leaf, a vine wraps around your forearm. "Do not touch it. It will kill you in a matter of seconds."

"Is that a poisonous plant?" you ask, and he answers. "Yes, one of the most poisonous I have." you frown when the vine disappears from around your arm, the contact was not unpleasant. "As poisonous as love." you whisper.

Before Renjun can say anything, you speak again. "Shall we get started?" Renjun is taken aback, he was expecting to be given a few more days to plan everything. "I need some more stuff, for the plants I don't have." you hum, rubbing your arm where the vine was. "Make a list, flowers boy, of everything you need, and we will make sure to give you everything." oh, that's nice, he thinks.

"Some of the plants you need are really interesting, do you reckon I could keep what is left when you are done? I would love to look more into them." Renjun asks and you nod. "If you are still alive by the time we are done, of course, the plan will be yours to study and use." the sentence doesn't settle well with Renjun who suddenly feels extremely cold despite the warmth of the room.

When you leave the flower store, it is with a list in hand, and a lot of work to do before actually getting started.

"Oh my god, Renjun, you look terrible!"

Renjun squirms behind the counter when you cross the store to join him, dropping what you came to give him in the first place, putting your hands on his cheeks. His lower lip is swollen, red and split in half, he has a black eye starting, and a bruise is forming on his jaw. "What happened?" you ask, and your worry makes his heart beat a little faster.

"I had a surprise visit last night when I left the store." you frown. "What do you mean?" it's worrying, you can't say otherwise. "Are you in pain anywhere else?" you ask, tilting your head, and when he points his wrist which has a very ugly dark color, you put your hand on it, and as with his shoulder, the pain subsides, and the bruise becomes almost nonexistent. "A villain I took care of last month found me."

"See, being a vigilante is good on one hand, because you take care of the dirty work, but on the other hand, you take risks when you can't get the villains arrested." you comment, more to yourself than to Renjun, but nonetheless, he nods. He agrees with you, but to be perfectly honest, he would agree with anything you say to him.

"You have to believe that I won't be able to leave you alone anymore." you laugh, and he shrugs. "I think it's safer for me if you are there." oh, plus he is flattering you. "You are adorable flower boy, I hope you know that."

"I guess I am."

The next month insteresting, to say the least.

Renjun is constantly in the back room, trying to grow the requested plants, and taking care of his own flowers. And when he is not tearing his hair out when one of the plants dies before its ripe enough to be used, he is in the store, serving customers. But no matter what he does, he is never alone. No, you are always by his side, making sure no one mes with him. And he gets used to it. He doesn't jump anymore when you appear out of nowhere in his shop in the early morning hours.

Sometimes you even accompany him to his apartment, and you stay until late at night after cooking and chattong for hours about anything and everything. And honestly, the more he spends time with you, the less he can assimilate you to a villain, because you are not. You are kind, attentive, but he knows that if something were to go wrong, you would not be as nice anymore.

He took the time to learn a little more about your healing quirk, and he also showed you the used of his vines. Most fascinating to you was the moment he pulles vines out of his hair, and he knows he will never forget the way you smile at him then. And he certainly will not forget how his heart started pounding in his chest when you smiled.

He knows he shouldn't feel anything for you, but he can't help it.

Unfortunately, he does not know if what he is feeling is love, or just the urge to receive more compliments for what he is doing, and that he is going to help them change the world. You make him feel all type of things.

This morning, when you walk into the store, you look in a good mood, he notices the second his gaze lands on you. And although the customers have been quite rude since he opened, he instantly feels better. "Renjun, I have some good news for you!" you exclaim, and a weight falls on his stomach. He has been dreading this day since he started working with you. Well, with them to be precise.

"We tried the plants extract you brought us last night, and it worked! You did it!" Yes, this is what he really didn't want to hear but he smiles anyway, because yes, he managed to do something he was not sure he could do. It took very long weeks, crying spells and intense frustration, but he succeeded. "Oh, it's cool!"

"You don't look very happy, why is that?" you ask, and you pout. You thught that after having worked so hard he would be happy with the result, but he looks more disappointed than anything else. "I am, I am very glad you did." you sigh. "So why are you looking so sad?" it's going to be embarrassing, he thinks, lowering his head. "I liked it when you were there, even when you dropped the flowers, but now it's over."

You coo loudly and you take a step forward to gently cup his cheeks. "Look at me, flower boy." he hesitates, but he does so after a moment. "What you did for us is incredible, Renjun, and we will be forever grateful for everything. It is not the end except if you want it to be. Do you want it to be the end of this, of us?" he shakes his head with a certain vigor and you chuckle. "Then it won't be the end. Could I kiss you?" it is sudden for Renjun, but he nods nonetheless.

You lean in, and you press your lips against his for a short, but sweet kiss. And Renjun is so busy trying to control his thoughts, and his heart rate, that he does not kiss back at first, but then he does, and you smile. "Would you," you say after breaking the kiss, lips grazing over Renjun's. "would you like to see it being used for the first time on an actual hero?"

"What do you mean being used on an actual hero? How did you know it was working then?" he asks, taking a step back and you heave a long sigh. "We have our ways to test products, flower boy. We couldn't take the risk being caught before we were sure the product was perfect." you answer simply and he frowns. "I don't like that."

"I'm not asking you to like it, Renjun. You agreed to help us, you should have known about the consequences. We had to test the product out, and you are lucky we did not use it on you!" you exclaim, a little more sternly this time. "We could have done it, Renjun, some of the bous asked for you to be used as the guinea pig, but we didn't, because we understood how well you worked, and how easy you obeyed, never disagreeing with anything we asked for. You became one of us."

"One of you?" he asks in a small voice, and you nod. He knows he should feel any kind of pride, but he does, and it feels amazing even though he still has mixed feelings about the use of the products on non-heroes. "Yes, one of us, Renjun. If you do not want to assis to the first official use, you can, that will not change how we feel about you. But if you start doubting us, or to be offended by our way of doing things, then we are going to have a problem."

Renjun hums softly and he finally looks up. He looks more determined this time, and it warmth your heart a little bit. "Alright, I'm in." that simple sentence is enough to make you break into a bright smile, and Renjun can't help but smile too. "We are doing this at night, we'll come fetch you here, alright?" he nods, and as fast as you came, you leave. He is always surprised how easy it is for you to just disappear.

When midnight strikes, Renjun is waiting in front of the store when he catches movements in the corner of his eyes. "Let's go, flower boy!" he jumps when he hears you right behind him. How did you do that, he wonders, he did not hear anything before that. "You okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Johnny asks and he shakes his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

You take his hand in yours, gently squeezing it before walking away from the store. They are not walking too far, just enough for the store to not be affect by what is about to happen. "So, do you already have a target?" he asks in a small voice, scared that being heard would make him the actual target. "We do, and he is right here." you show him a man, a hero whose flame are surrounding his body.

"Ember?" he asks, dumbounded.

"Yes, he is the worst of all the heroes." Johnny answers before you can, and yes, he kind of agree. "He thinks the streets are his, and will chastise any hero stepping in front of him to save a citizen." Johnny adds. "Stay here with me." you say when he tries to follow the others. "My quirk is not good for fighting, and we wouldn't want anything to happen to you as well, as I can't use my quirk on you a third time."

"Why?" you like to hear so much curiosity in his voice. "Because you would die. Regenerating your cells take a lot of your energy, and it can only be used to many times on someone who is not properly trained." he hums, but before he can answer, he hears loud voices.

Johnny threw himself on Ember, and started to fight him, which cause the hero to fight back. The fight is long, and prety hurtful for both parties, but in the end, they succeed on pulling Ember into an alleyway, away from the citizens's eyes. "Come on." you walk into the alleyway and you smile when you see Ember trying to free himself from the restraints.

"Could you maybe use some of your vines to maintain him to the ground?" you ask sweetly, and Renjun can't say no, he is too weak for that. A few vines appear from the ground, and wrap around his wrists and ankles. "Thank you!" Johnny says when he can finally let go of the hero, but he doesn't stay far away from him, just in case something goes wrong.

From your bag, you take out a syringe filled with green liquid. The result of so many plants and flowers being used. You crouch down next to the hero, where you can have the best access to his neck and you pierce through the skin with the thick and long needle. "What the fuck are you doing?" Ember yells. "Preserving the world from people like you." you answer before injecting the product.

What you were not expecting was from Ember's flames to take on intensity and dangerously lick the skin of your arm and you hiss at the sudden burn. You fall to the ground and put your arm away from his reach. "Fuck! That was not supposed to happen!"

Everyone's eyes are on the hero who they think is stronger than the product, but after a couple of minutes, his flames start to disappear until the alleway he nothing but dark, and smelling like ember. "What have you done to me?" Ember grunts when he can't use his quirk to get rid of his assailants. "I told you, we are preserving the world from people like you."

You brush your fingers against his cheek with a soft smile. "This is for the greater good, isn't that what you always wanted?" then you stand up, and the pain in your arm almost make you fall back, but Renjun is quick to catch you. "Eh, easy. Can you heal yourself?" he asks in a low voice and you nod. "Yes, but later."

You wish you could celebrate this small victory, but you have to heal yourself before it is too late for your cells to regenerate. So you let the boys take care of Ember and Renjun lead you back to the flower shop, and once you are inside, in safety, you drop to the ground. "That's going to hurt." you mumble more to yourself than to Renjun and you put your other hand on the wound, and yes, it does hurt but you bite your lower lip to muffle a scream.

Renjun looks absolutely panicked on the side, unable to do anything to help you. "It's fine, Renjun." you whisper when he starts to pace around the store. "I'm fine." and you are fine, it does not hurt as much anymore, just a small tingle. "Are you sure?" you nod as he helps you back on your feet. "Yes, I promise."

"Thank you for helping us back there." you kiss him softly on the lips, and he smiles. He does not know if his heart ever missed so many beats like this before he met you. But he doubts it, you are the first person to make him feel like that. Like what? He doesn't know.

Love? Power? He wishes he could answer.

"Would you like to spend the night at my place?" you asl sheepishly and Renjun's cheeks flush furiously. "I would like that." if you came here, and even at his apartment, he never went to your place. Maybe because he already went there, he realizes, when you stop in front of the door where he had to meet you for the very first meeting.

"You live here with the others?" he asks as he follows you through the long hallway and you nod. "Yes, it is easier to keep track of everyone and to make sure we are all safe." this is sweet, he thinks, they are actually a family. A weird one, but still a family.

You stop in the living room, and it looks way more comfortable without all of your friends there, looking at him like he is ready to run away and scream to the world that they are about to stop the heroes from existing in the city.

"I wanted to thank you Renjun, for everything you have done for us. For me." you start, and he cocks his head to the side, burrying his hands in the pockets of his pants. "You did way more than what was expected, so you deserve our eternal gratitude. Mine." he is about to answer but instead, you kiss him, yet again, and it feels like the first time.

He kisses you back, one hand wandering on your waist, and he doesn't hear the door open. He doesn't even notice that someone has stopped behind him, but when a hand lands on his shoulder, and lips that are not yours come up to his ear, he tenses out, and his eyes close when words are spoken without him being able to fully understand them. "Thank you for everything, flower boy, and I'm sorry for that." you say.

When Renjun opens his eyes, he is alone in the shop. He frowns when he notices that the front door is ajar and that the sun is rising. Didn't he close it when he arrived this morning? It's possible, he thinks. Wait, why is he here so early in the morning? Did he spends the night here? He can't remember.

When he looks around, he feels like something is different. Not in the shop, but inside of him. It feels like something is missing, but he doesn't know what.

The answer is simple, but he'll never find it.

You.

[osir-ethria]

This is long as I began writing and couldn’t stop but enjoy if you decide to stop and read it.

When team RWBY plus Jaune and Neo return everyone’s gotta be tackling them.

If not tackling then please let it be emotional for the Vacuo survivors. They thought RWBYJ, and Neo but not too emotional for her because she was the enemy but y’know, was dead. I can imagine this.

Nora tackling Jaune, like how she tackled Oscar (the tag says ozcar... Omfg), crying and calling him an idiot while Ren rushes over falling next to them and holding him there with Oscar short after.

Qrow pulls Yang and Ruby into a hug and starts crying which is the first time his nieces have seen him like this. They smile and hug him tighter as he goes off on how he thought no couldn’t handle loosing more people he loved, aka Summer. (I don’t think they had anything romantic I just like to say that they had more of a sibling bond than him and Raven.)

Sun would most likely be there and I’d like to see Ilia there because she witnessed the message that was broadcasted all over the world. She would have found out that Blake’s ‘dead’ but seeing her there would make her happy. Balked would be hugged by both of them as they cry and she’s tearing up happily as she tries to calm them.

Emerald, Ace Ops, Happy Huntresses, team CVFY, and their other found friends in Vacuo would be standing to the side. As well as Winter who’s pulled away because she still blames herself and saw Weiss dissipate into golden light and can’t believe what she’s seeing. She got a little closer as she would but stops herself as she feels undeserving of that affection.

(Or she full on runs to her and pulls her into a huge hug as she breaks down crying but wait I’m not done.)

Whitley full on tackles Weiss, she doesn’t fall but she does lose a little balance. (He isn’t that meaty still but he’d be working on it... I hope.) He’d cling onto his older sister like a life line, crying as Weiss hugs him back. His tears becoming happy as he is reminded of that warmth the first time they hugged. Willow would be right after, remember Winter is still in the background just standing stunned and ashamed, pulling Weiss and Whitley into the most protective motherly hold.

I would say Klein would hug her but I’m sure he’d wait. He was closest to her besides Winter and he knows her boundaries plus Winter hasn’t hugged her yet.

When Weiss realizes that Winter’s warmth isn’t there she lightly pulls away from Willow, still holding Whitley as she looks over to Winter. She can see Winter frozen, paler now than she was in Atlas looking as if she’d seen a ghost. (Now don’t mind me as I add some dialogue and story narration.)

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Weiss - “Winter...”

Winter freezes more, sucking in a breath. She remembers the look Weiss is giving her just like the one she had before running from the Academy and being announced as a criminal. Before Atlas fell apart. It was remorseful, full of sadness and pity.

Winter - “Wei-“

She tries to stutter something out but she can’t say it. It doesn’t come out and she feels like she’s breaking. She wishes that she could hide behind a wall but all this time, after losing Weiss she couldn’t put up that barrier anymore unless it was in a battle. She had lost her sister seeing her disappear in front of her, dying but here she was alive. She had gotten lucky but she doesn’t feel like she deserves this, this chance to see Weiss again.

She looks up to see Weiss pull away from Whitley entirely only holding onto his wrist, turning to face Winter. There was no more pity in her eyes, no it wasn’t there to begin with she had just a massive amount of sadness, remorse, something else Winter couldn’t describe. That look however broke Winter. Tears now flowing from the older sister’s eyes still nothing coming out of her mouth. Winter’s vision blurring as she couldn’t concentrate, Weiss becoming a blur and all the prior exhaustion she had from countless nights of ensuring civilians safety was catching up to her.

She could feel gravity weighing on her, then an off balance before she felt gravity take its effect on her entire body. She’s falling now, fatigue finally getting the best of her as she closes her eyes awaiting impact of the rough, sandy, earth of Vacuo... but it never comes at least not entirely. She’s on her knees now being held up by something. Winter doesn’t move for a second before her tired curiosity got the better and she reaches for what’s holding her.

She feels something, something soft, alive. She can hear a beating heart and finally feels the two arms around her back that had been wrapped around her to catch her. Her vision, still slightly blur from the tears, cleared of fatigue and tiredness as she began to address what had caught her. She the blues, pastel lilac, inner red tones, the blues and whites. She see the pale skin and remembers the softness of it every time she had held it. She can see the glint of metal as a familiar sword, one someone was so excited to show her when it had gotten finished as it was a self custom design.

She remembers this warmth that feels like home, calmness, and entire comfort. Her little sister’s touch which had managed to snap her out of rages against their bastard of a father. The one she yearned to feel again after what happened in the other dimensional road way. The warmth she had full freedom to break in but refused as she didn’t want to be veiled as week, but now. Now she wanted to break, to fall apart in her sister’s arms. Apologize for everything, for being so put back, for not following the first second she noticed Ironwood slip, for not catching her when she tried to save her from all other hardships, but it wouldn’t come out.

Instead all she could do was move her arms around Weiss and hold her sister’s warm, blood pumping, heart beating, alive form with distress. Her head still resting a top Weiss chest so she can hear the heart beat bot not in a way that makes it loud and clear or hurts Weiss. Her Ingres tighten around the clothing her sister has on before she starts stuttering out, or attempting to stutter out anything.

Winter - “I-I’m sorry W-Weiss.”

All that’s coming out now are stutters of an apology. Apology for what? The she couldn’t get to her in time? For not being there for her more? Not being as open with her emotions as Weiss was with her? Not telling her what she thought of her little sister and how proud she is of her? Maybe all of those. She can’t say anything else but feels one of Weiss’s hand remove itself from her back which only Winter can reciprocate with clutching Weiss tighter. She feels that hand on her cheek as she’s forced to look up, right at her sister, and into Weiss’ eyes. That sadness still there but there is a smile on her face, an understanding and relief in her eyes.

Weiss - “Don’t be sorry.”

Don’t be sorry? What... why not? Especially after everything that happened. After all the times she’s failed her. Why was she being so forgiving to her? Is all Winter could think of as her jaw clenched, more tears began building, her eyes squinting now at the sun that was so conveniently behind Weiss, outlining her form. She couldn’t deny Weiss’s beauty even when she was younger than this.

Her sister’s hair down and draped over her shoulders, all curled from being in a braid far maybe a little to long. Her scar over her left eye the one she got from father’s test to be allowed to go to Beacon, a smile that radiated warmth and an inward kindness, a softer look in her eyes as they glazed over once again with relief. Winter’s muscles slacked a lot at this view as she remembered all those stories that portrayed stories of beautiful angels sent down to protect and spread wellbeing’s among others. That guardian angel that each individual was to get that would disguise itself and ensure their individual was protect. Now Winter never believed those stories to be true, but she’d couldn’t help but think if her sister was that guardian angel meant to protect her and not the other way around.

She thought for years that she was protecting Weiss but instead she was being protected by her or was all her supports to fragile heart, holding it together when she felt as if she failed from pulling Whitley away from Jacques. Her drive and momentum to keep gong to ensure that one day she could fully be free, and when following Ironwood failed she was rescued again by Weiss and her drive to save the lives of Mantle. No, she wasn’t just Winter’s guardian angel, she was Whitley’s and mother’s safe haven as well.

Picking them up if every they were to fall, and waiting for them, reaching out, pulling them from darkness, and helping them shatter their mirrors’. Helping all those who were suffering by the use of her songs no matter how angry it made Jacques or how much she was struggling for freedom as well. Changing all those expectations on has of Schnees when they meet her and get to know her.

Still when she was finally brought back to reality at the tilt of Weiss’s head and growing smile as a thumb ran over Winter’s cheek again and again. Speaking once more with her soft and calm voice.

Weiss - “You’re my sister and I could never blame you for anything that happened.”

This broke Winter as her tears came falling out without pause. She buried her head into Weiss’s chest needing to hear her heart beat. Holding her closer and tighter but still nothing. Well not until...

Weiss - “I love you Winter. I will always even if I’m dead, sister.”

I love you.

There it came, all at once the pain, remorse, sorrow, distraught, but most importantly relief. Relief that her sister was alive, that she survived. Relief that she was holding her. That, whatever fucked up fate this world had going for it, she could hold her sister again and was given a second chance.

That she’d defeat anything in her path if to ensure that this unlikely chance was not wasted one bit.

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Wellllll.......... I got carried away with Winter finding how to express her emotions again. Began writing and couldn’t stop. Maybe I should make more of these just with different characters and not pick on Winter’s fragile state...

Or I could continue this Schnee angst and cry myself to sleep.

Anyways, I’ve got one more thing for the reunion.

Emerald is hugged, lightly but not without meaning as she holds onto the people that first called her a friend who she thought died. She’s crying by now as well.

Qrow also hugs Weiss and Blake, by now I’ll say he adopted Blake and Weiss and holds them close to his heart like family. This surprises everyone minus the people that travelled with them for most of their journey. Especially when Weiss and Blake hug him back just as tight, well Weiss a little less because she’s not used to being physically affectionate with anyone other than her team and the repaired bonds between her and her siblings and mother.

Klein gets a hug from Weiss because he is true Schneeblings’ dad, and to top it off all of his split personalities fight for control as he cries about how worried he was and how much he missed her.

After that Weiss drags Winter over to Whitley and holds them both close as Willow hugs them. Them just standing there, not entirely fixed but just glad that all the pieces to fix their family was there again.

And that’s my take on a reunion. And no I’m not sorry about the Winter and Weiss angst with hurt/comfort.