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peterstrk · 1 year

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Idk what it is maybe it’s just start of some hurt/comfort or angst drabble. I was just so bored and listened to “Narcissus”by Paris Paloma and this was my inspiration. Anyways.

Starker.

Tony and Peter were dating secretly almost 7 months now. And Peter starts pondering that Tony is ashamed of him. Yes,Tony has his own reasons to keeping it secret and at first he even agreed with them but now when they are dating secretly almost a year and he doesn’t see any hint of it changing. He is frustrated, he loves Tony and he thought that this is mutual but now he is not quite sure. At first they agreed to keep it slow and reveal their relationships after some time, they did it to spend time with each other a bit more and don’t be interrupted by others. Now Peter thinks that maybe all of it was his delusions and Tony didn’t even wanted to date at first place and did it only cause of pity ugh it’s awful. Peter shouldn’t have to confess his feelings for Mr Stark, he could’ve live without their relationships but he could not live without Mr Stark in his live. And now he is sitting in the lab all alone, he was waiting for Tony to came because today is their usual lab day. But Tony haven’t shown up yet.

-Friday,where is Mr..i mean Tony?- he quire and was surprised by how evenly his voice sounded as if he is not in distress now

-Boss is not available now, I’m sorry Peter.- responded her robotic voice and if he doesn’t know better he would say that she was sorry for him.

_ Oh.. hm it’s..it’s ok Fri, I’m just gonna.. I’m.. yes yes I’m gonna go..-he responded briefly with faint voice.

Peter was on his way out of lab, he didn’t see why he should be here…it’s not like the owner itself would care to show up. Suddenly he stopped. His face were pale, and picture of pain were painted on his pretty face features. He opened and closed his mouth as if he had something to say…finally words came out of his mouth.

-Fri, can u maybe record my words and share them with Ton…Mr Stark?- he sounded unsure but persistent.

-Of course, Peter. What would you like me to convey?- she somehow managed to sound softer.

-Khm..yes uhm Hi Ton..Mr Stark, I know u don’t want to be in relationships anymore and..and it’s totally fine. Who even would want to date the guy like me? the nobody from Quince?..-last words he muttered mostly to himself than to anybody else. But sensitive trackers of Friday caught all of it.

-And I’m so so sorry that you had to endure me and my silly delusions..I was so deep into you almost too deep that I even didn’t notice that you don’t want me here..and maybe never did. And I know that you wouldn’t laugh at me you are too good to laugh, but Mr Stark maybe I would prefer this above being pitied. Mr Stark I..I will try to get over of my stupid feelings I promise but please please don’t… don’t leave my life. I wouldn’t… couldn’t do it without you Mr Stark. -he finished his monologue in tearing voice and left the lab attempting to hold his tears back but without succeeding in it.

Tony was busy today Pepper just could not left his side at least for a moment the number of meetings he attended are getting ridiculous...And not he is not exaggerating just ask Friday. He thinks that he must have been forgotten something he frowned. Tony has this awful feeling in his gut that he has everytime he forgets something important. He wonders whatever it might be? Ugh he just couldn't remember. Huh maybe it is something that will help him to get rid of the meetings for a while? -Friday babe tell me that u have something to help me escape this charade!-he pleaded. -Maybe your usual laboratory days, with shall i remind you, your boyfriend might be relevant reason boss?-her respond was cold as winters in the Alaska. Suddenly Tonys breath catches and millions of thoughts going through his mind but the most coherent was "Oh, i did it again i am sorry Peter" and he was but he was also smart enough, they called him genius for a reason, to understand that being sorry won't help him this time. -Fri, is Peter still in lab?- he quire with sigh when he finally exhales already thinking about the ways to get up to his boyfriend. -No, he is not but he left you a message should i play you this boss?-she sounded even more cold and distant now but Tony knows that he has only himself to blame at the end it was his idea to build her and he knows that he screwed everything with Pete now. -Sure Fri, go ahead- he told as he was leading his way towards his lab. -Khm..yes uhm Hi Ton..Mr Stark, I know u don’t want to be in relationships anymore and..and it’s totally fine. Who even would want to date the guy like me? the nobody from Quince?..- What did he mean that Tony doesn't want to be in relationships anymore? It is not true and his heart is aching to hear so much pain in voice of his boyfriend and more painful is that he caused it. Peter being just ordinary guy from Quince is not true either Pete should have known that he is incredible and Tony is lucky that he can call Peter his boyfriend. Tony knew that he will screw up this relationship too that's why he was hesitant to get into this at first place ugh he should've talked with Peter but talking about feelings is not his strongest ability. - And I’m so so sorry that you had to endure me and my silly delusions..I was so deep into you almost too deep that I even didn’t notice that you don’t want me here..and maybe never did. And I know that you wouldn’t laugh at me you are too good to laugh, but Mr Stark maybe I would prefer this above being pitied. Mr Stark I..I will try to get over of my stupid feelings I promise but please please don’t… don’t leave my life. I wouldn’t… couldn’t do it without you Mr Stark.- "Oh, Peter" was Tony's first thought when he heard the whole monologue

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P.s English is not my first language, and it’s my first attempt in writing so please don’t be too harsh!)

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retvenkos · 1 year

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oliveee just wanted to check in - it's been so long!

how are u doing? how's the winter break?

cam!!!!!!! hello! i've been okay (lol, i announced coming back from my hiatus and then just,,,, didn't for like two weeks, i'm a mess asdfghjhgfd) and i had a pretty good winter break! i went to hang out with my cousin and i had a lot of fun! other than that i cooked and baked a lot - i got a crock pot for christmas and am a Changed Woman. the ease of the crock pot,,,,,, not to sound like a middle aged woman but ohmygod,,,,,,,, i have been forever changed.

i also (!!!!!!) caught up on a lot of webtoons during my break, and since you're my webtoon mutual, i feel as though i must tell you about all of them:

red hood: outlaws is fun, but honestly, i'd probably like it more as a binge read, i don't feel like there's enough plot and engaging cliff hangers for me to get Really Into It.

seven years later is!!!!!! so interesting!!!!!!!!!! i definitely recommend reading it - while it's not the flashiest it has an engaging premise that delivers as it should <3

marry my husband is actually one of my unexpected favorites!!!! idk what it is about this plot line but i am hooked, line, and sinker and can't wait for the slowburn romance <3

i'm the queen in this life is SO!!!!! BALLER!!!!!!! this plot line is going so hard and for what??? for me to go feral over it??? while i'm not In Love with any of the characters, the plot is so engaging that i can't wait to see what happens next.

twilight poem is actually a really interesting read - the art is magnificent and the plot is engaging and while i want to scream at 89% of the characters a solid 96% of the time, i am really enjoying my time here.

there must be happy endings was one that i originally read because i just wanted an absolute 180 from what i had been reading at the time (lookism, asdfghjhgfd) but it's actually grown on me quite a lot <3

dark moon: the blood altar is actually one i have to catch up on (listen, i'm only like,,,, 5 episodes behind, this isn't a lookism asdghjhgfd) and for what it is, i'm enjoying it. i really just think the art is soooo endearing and i am a sucker for ensemble casts.

threads of love is another good one! i'm not exactly rooting for any of the relationships going on (JUSTICE FOR THE GYM TEACHER THO), but i like the whole ~past lives~ plot line, and i just want to know more about the prophetic dreams asdfghjhgfd.

harmonia is a webtoon i just started (and by that i mean i'm literally on episode 6 of 31 asdfghjhgfds) BUT!!!!!! I AM SO INTERESTED IN THIS SERIES WOW I WANT TO DEVOUR IT WHOLE. perhaps give it like 2 or 3 episodes to pick up (or maybe 6 asdfghhgfd idk your taste) but!!!!! i think this one will deliver.

i'm dating a psychopath is another interesting read that is so engaging, but idk who to trust and who to root for, i am simply here for the ride, waiting to become psychologically thrilled and eventually damaged beyond repair asdfghgfd.

and then how can i forget lookism!!!!!!!! i am not,,,,,, how do you say,,,,,, caught up (cries in episode 290 of 421) but i would absolutely DIE for this webtoon, bestie wAHT is happening, in the most affectionate and messy way <3 absolutely reeling from this.

true beauty. yes, i am keeping up with it still. listen,,,,, i have sunk too much of my life into now to ignore the spin off material. but JUSTICE FOR HAN SEOJUN WHO HAS AND ALWAYS WILL DESERVE MORE, HOW DARE THEY DISRESPECT MY BOY SO CONSISTENTLY

oh, also, i'm reading these too, i just don't have the energy to talk about them right now:

dark moon: the grey city

see you in my 19th life

so i married the anti-fan

brass & sass

lore olympus

batman: wayne family adventures

eaternal nocturnal (COME BACK FROM THE WAR PLEASE THE SEROTONIN IS RUNNING LOW)

freaking romance

maybe meant to be

reunion

here there be dragons

anyway, how are yoU??????? i hope you've been well and that you've been drinking lots of water in my absence. have you don't anything fun recently? looking forward to anything special?

#asks #mutuals #i don't remember what your mutual tag was give me 14 business days to update this under the right tag asdfghjhgfd

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quensty · 3 years

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i was tagged by @finelinesgf — who is an angel god bless — and @saestrah — who i adore and admire to death — to answer these questions and then tag nine people! now go follow them 🔪

🍒 three ships: of course i’m a saileen truther. a saileen die hard. then there’s the erik/nicky relationship i’ve made up in my head that’s so good i have to take a minute when i think about them. and renison my beloved ...

🍒 last song: “these boots are made for walkin’” by nancy sinatra from my “songs for ruining a wedding” playlist. i won’t be elaborating at this time.

🍒 last movie: jennifer’s body! my favorite wlw romcom

🍒 currently watching: supernatural. in my defense, deancas 2020 changed all of us. anyway, the idea of an angel being shattered at the altar of the righteous man hits hard. as if that’s my fault.

🍒 currently reading: gazzaniga, m. s., ivry, r.b., & mangun, g.r. (2019). cognitive neuroscience: the biology of the mind. w.w. norton & company.

🍒 currently craving: ARROZ CON LECHE. every time i eat some i’m like wait life is ok actually. in fact all my problems are solved.

i’m tagging: I AM RUNNING OUT OF MUTUALS. despite what v might tell u they are taking my mutuals in the divorce ... can’t have shit in detroit. so if u want to do this please feel free to pretend i tagged u! i’ll even edit the post and tag u if u’d like!

#to any mutuals i have who i keep forgetting: PLEASE tell me if u like being tagged in these and i'll make sure to start tagging u #for now this post is for an audience of one <3 me <3 #thanks for tagging me u guys!#mentioned #mutuals

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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could u ever do a smutty one where h and y/n had a fling in the best or are just each others occasional hook ups but when h has a date y/n gets like really upset and he finds out so he makes it up to her and confesses his feelings saying stuff like „y're my best girl, y'know that petal?“🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love ur writing beyond words, have an amazing day :))))

Date Night

warnings: unprotected sex

word count: 1.6k

to whoever sent in this ask im so so so sorry it literally took me like two months to answer it i feel so bad but i like how it turned out so i hope this makes up for it!

You shouldn’t be crying. You really shouldn’t. Yet tears are spilling down your face as you break down in choppy sobs, your chest heaving and your cheeks hot.

You have no right to be jealous, and you know that. You and Harry are only friends with benefits, and nothing else. He is allowed to be on a date right now, and it’s not his fault that you’ve managed to fall in love with him throughout the course of your relationship. You met through a mutual friend, began hanging out and then later started hooking up. And while he sees you as his best friend who he just happens to fuck sometimes, you see him as so much more. And you wish that maybe it could be different between you. That maybe he does reciprocate your feelings and if you just told him how you feel he’d tell you he feels the same way.

But as far as you know, there is no chance of that happening. Especially considering the fact that he’s currently at a restaurant with some hot blonde girl he met last week.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when your phone rings, and you pick it up to see none other than Harry himself calling. And as much as you want to decline the call, Harry would never decline yours no matter what, so with a hefty sigh you bring the phone to your ear.

“Hi”

“Hey petal, the date was a bust, all she wanted t’talk about was m’money.” Harry laughs weakly over the phone, and you smile at the news that it didn’t work out. You shouldn’t be happy about it, and it does make you feel guilty because Harry deserves happiness. You just wish he could find that happiness with you.

Lost in your own train of thought, you forget that you’re supposed to be suppressing your tears. Another salty droplet rolls down your cheek and your sniffle.

Suddenly, Harry begins talking again, and that’s when you realize your mistake. “Petal? Y’okay? Sounds like y’crying.” His voice immediately switches from joking to sympathetic and worried, and you can imagine how he looks right now, creased forehead and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You wipe the tear off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, clearing your throat to try and hide the sound of your throat that's sore from crying.

“No y’not y/n, I know what y’crying sounds like. M’already going in the direction of y’house so m’coming over and staying till’ y’tell me what's wrong.”

The tone of his voice tells you there’s no changing his mind, so you sigh and murmur an “okay” before hanging up the phone.

It took about five minutes for Harry to knock on the door. During that time, you went into your bathroom and attempted to hide the red, puffy skin that had overtaken your cheeks. It didn’t really work, and you were still trying to hide it when you heard him knock. So with a disappointed sigh, you slump over to the door and open it.

Harry steps in quickly, placing his coat on a hanger and then turning back to you.

“What’s wrong pet, hmm?” He places his ringed hand on your cheek, thumb running over the skin that's been reddened from your tears.

And despite the years you’ve spent hiding your feelings, despite the hours you’ve had to listen to Harry retell stories about his hookups, despite the yearning you’ve felt for your best friend since you met him, this was your breaking point. Tear after tear after tear. They flow uncontrollably down your face and all you can manage to do is look up at Harry. He pulls you into him, placing one hand behind your head and one around your waist.

And you just cry into Harry’s shoulder.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but Harry eventually brings you couch, and as soon as he sits you both down you curl up into his warm chest.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Y’don’t ‘ave to, just hate seeing yeh cry.”

Finally, you pick up your head from where it’s tucked into his torso.

It might be the daze you’re in from the emotions swirling through your head. It might be the glass of wine you downed earlier to help drown out the feeling of jealousy. It might be all the pent up frustration from years of pining for someone you could never have. Or it might have been none of those things. Whatever it was, there was something inside of you that snapped. Like a damn collapsing and letting the water topple over and flood everything. The barrier you spent so long building broke in two, allowing all of those emotions to spill out.

“I love you Harry.” His eyes snapped open, and his mouth moved to speak, but you cut him off. “And not just as a friend. I’ve always loved you, and I know that if you don’t feel the same way, things will be awkward, but I don’t care anymore. Seeing you excited to go out with another girl hurt, because all I’ve wanted for so long was for that girl to be me.”

He stares at you. There was a second where you debated getting up and running out of the house, afraid of what his response would be. But just before you could put that plan into action, his lips collided with yours.

Your mouth meld perfectly, soft lips biting and nipping at each other. His tongue slips past your parted lips and twirls around your own. You’re breathless by the time he disconnects, the feeling that you had been longing for sent your mind spinning.

“Y’don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he pants, green irises staring deeply into yours. Without another word, you lean in and kiss him again, this time with more vigor than before. Much to your dismay, he separates the two of you again, however he keeps his arms tangled around your body and holds you close.

“Y're my best girl, y'know that petal? None of those silly girls could ever replace you.”

As your lips touch for the third time, it’s clear that both of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You savor the feeling, taking short moments to pause and soak in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Slowly, his hand creeps down the small of your back, but you can tell he’s hesitant to move it down further. But you want this, so you remove the hand that’s stroking his hair and place it on his, moving his hand down to your ass manually. He pulls his lips away, looking into your eyes for a sign of confirmation. You realize what he’s looking for, so you nod vigorously in response.

Quickly, he lifts himself off the couch, placing you on your back and positioning himself on top of you.

“H- please, I want you to make love to me,” you whine. His expression fills with hunger and he reaches to unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off quickly and tossing them to the ground. You can see the bulge pressed up against his boxers, and you reach out to palm him through the thin material.

“Fuck petal, y’gonna be the death o’me, y’know that?”

Harry dives into kiss you, using one of his hands to pull down your soft pajama shorts along with your panties. “Harry-”

“I gotchu petal, I gotchu, don’t worry.”

You assist him in pulling off his boxers, his large erection springing out. He’s huge, but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. The precome on his tip is calling for you to lick it, but you just want him to be inside of you, so you make a mental note to do that sometime soon. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “M’gonna go slow alright?”

You hum your approval, and he responds by pushing the head inside your tight, soaking hole. Even with just an inch inside, you know it’s going to be a stretch, so you take a deep breath and hold onto his shoulders.

Inch by inch, he pushes himself inside of you. Harry stills for a minute, sensing the discomfort in your demeanor. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in, and soon enough you are moaning out for him to move.

He takes your instructions swiftly, pulling almost all the way out of you until quickly thrusting himself fully back in. “Fuck!”

Your cries are muffled when he leans down to kiss you, his hips continuing to rock as he pushes his length into you.

The air is hot, filled with moans and the smell of sex. You haven’t ever felt this good in your life, especially when he thrusts in extra deep and hits that special spot inside of you. “Harry- god,”

“Sweet girl, am I makin’ yeh feel good?”

“Mhm..”

“Tell me petal, who makes y’feel like this?”

“Harry! Only Harry,”

“Good girl.”

He slams into you, speeding up his thrusts and colliding his hips with yours. Both of you are groaning messes, caught up in the moment and unable to form any coherent sentences. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you know you’re close too by the way your stomach and pussy are clenching. He can feel it too, hitting deeper inside of you to bring you to your climax.

“God Y/N, I love you so fuckin much.”

That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, coursing through your body with strength and fervor. The feeling of you squeezing as you came sent Harry over the edge, his milky cum shooting into your pussy and covering the soft walls.

You don’t know if this means you’re dating or not, or where his head is at. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. And that’s enough for you.

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just-some-random-blogger · 3 years

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Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."

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scandeniall · 3 years

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story of us

pairing: suna x reader

the story of ur relationship <3; alternatively (more) dating sunarin headcanons but this time is somewhat of an order and talks good and bad 2K+ worth lol

a/n: i had more planned but half of these have been sitting in my notes for months and its kinda fucking long already bc he lives rent free!!!

warnings: uh the usual aged up (in ur 20s time skip type beat), language, yeah

Meeting

Now when y’all met suna was not looking to love at all. That man was just living his life and so where you. The two of you pretty much meet through komori. You’re a friend and it’s his birthday so him and a few of his friends go out for drinks bc why not. Young hot pretty financially stable v-ball players. Nah no ones there for any type of hookups literally just there celebrating a great guy.

They rent out a section at a relatively nice bar tbh. Not the cheapest and you can actually hear conversation. But also not a super expensive one where the patrons are middle aged with jazz music and the occasional track to relive “youth.” Komori’s a sweetie and will come outside to get you when you text that you’re there. You’ve met washio and ofc sakusa Before so you greet them casually then you turn and there’s Suna and a few others you haven’t met.

That greeting isn’t anything special I promise. Just “hey I’m so and so” and vice versa. It’s one of those meetings where you just think “he’s cute” but it’s such a fleeting thought. Y’all don’t even really talk that first night tbh. At the next practice Suna mentions offhandedly that he didn’t know komori was dating someone and komori is like: huh? Yeah sorry. I love (Y/N) and all but were just friends. Suna just shrugs not really caring to be honest until Komori just asks what did he think of you.

“Don’t really remember much man. Seemed cool though” he didn’t think he’d really see you again. Yeah you were close enough to have been at Komori’s birthday but if that was his first time ever meeting you, he figured you weren’t from around there are present very much. Yeah he was wrong.

Suddenly you were on Komori’s snap story more often, or maybe he’d just been noticing more. Too bad he couldn’t even remember your name 💀. Then it turned into you occasionally popping up where he was. He’d been told your name at least 5 times already but wouldn’t remember it the next day. Whenever he’d see you again he’d get a strained look like: “what is this mf name again” just laugh and tell him again bby.

That changed at some random house party by another mutual friend you two apparently had? You two were the only people just around the fire pit trying to catch some warmth in the chilly night. He’s probably just on his phone head bobbing his head to the muffled music from inside. And you’re just like “remember my name yet?” All jokingly. This sparks the tiniest bit of interest in him and he lets out a low chuckle and just admits “not at all.” I also feel like this is the first time he really looks at you and he’s like 🤨, wait you’re actually kinda cute.

That night y’all just kinda talk and vibe. The conversation comes easy as you two jump back and forth from talking about the music playing to sneakers which he brings up to stuff that you like. He’s actually really easy to talk to. So easy that u can forget about him not remembering your name despite meeting several times. You mention that you’d hung around komori before while they were gaming and that he seemed pretty cool. That leads him to asking “how do you know him anyways?”

“I used to date Sakusa”

Mentally he’s just like— ‘yeah I’m not getting involved in this. Time to go.’ Until you just start laughing.

“I’m kidding. He’s not really my type. We met after being paired together for a project in school.”

The two of you spend quite a bit of time just talking that night until you are joined again by some friends and it’s deadass like y’all weren’t just talking for almost an hour straight.

Getting Together

The process of getting together is like a cat and mouse game. You two start getting closer than friends and then something happens and you’re not talking for weeks. Whether it be life just getting busy, and then someone ending up on some random tinder date or so be it. Definitely one of those things were somehow someway y’all end up just hanging on one of your couches watching a movie. At some point there’s definitely a hint of sexual tension but neither of y’all act on it (later on you find on his finsta that he used to post several “i wont you 😔” memes Folks can’t tell if hes joking or not (hes not))

You probably gotta tell that man you like him so if that ain’t you I’m sorry. Y’all not dating 😹. It’s something casual, y’all going to pick up some snacks for a movie night and why this mf keep looking at you out the side of his eyes instead of the road. You def texting the groupchat asking if you should confess. They tell you to boss up and just do it baby.

You literally end up confessing in that parking lot. Like right when he shuts the car off and starts swinging his keys on his finger and you kinda just blurt “I like you. Like like you.” He just kinda nods before his eyes widen. “Wait are you fr?” Like no you’re joking tf. It gets a lil awkward so you just go to get out the car and he’s like “I like like you too.”

I definitely don’t think either of you ever officially asked the other out it’s just at some point the understanding that you two are a couple. Like when you’re hanging out just you two hes more touchy, and then y’all start kissing and holding hands at some point. Then when you’re with friends he almost exclusively sits next to you and your friends notice the whispers in one another’s ears at the loud bar that seem just a hint too intimate for ppl who are just friends. Then y’all start arriving and leaving places together and people just at some point get the message (it’s later confirmed by you tweeting some shit like: I hate Rin why is that mf my boyfriend)

As far as anniversaries y’all draw straws to pick a day in the ballpark of the time y’all both think you became official. That’s the day you stick with even if it’s not true.

Relationship Flaws

A fault in the relationship is sunas kinda poor communication when it comes to things that matter. How he feels. Arguments. Love sure as hell don’t come east with anyone but when your partner won’t let you in? Yeah that’s like hell. That’s something you struggle with. And then on your end, it’s the impatience with him not letting you in. You try to wrongfully rush it.

There’s definitely been arguments that stem from him just being upset about something unrelated to the relationship then coming to you for comfort without actually telling you what’s wrong. He kinda just wants to lay with his head on his chest but at some point that’s not enough. Y’all are in a relationship and should be able to talk about your bad days too.

You’re not innocent in this issue either because sometimes it comes off too pushy. Yes it’s from a place of care but sometimes that silent comfort is necessary. The walls will break in due time and y’all both know that deep in the back of your minds But then there’s a part that’s like— yeah we can’t let this become the norm

“Rin, can you please talk to me”

He will have literally told you “whatever” and that he “can’t deal with this rn” several times as he just shrugs and is like yeah “I’m gonna just go home. I’ll text you later” with an awkward ass pat on your shoulder if it really ruined his mood. If he’s leaving before he gets super upset and uncomfortable just some half assed kiss in your cheek

Another thing is I feel like he could be passive aggressive and let’s be real other folks doing it causes you to do it to. Y’all probably drag eachother on your finstas where you can both see it lol

But when it comes to making up he cracks first and apologizes when he started it. Or as y’all get more comfy with communication. If it’s not anything major he’ll just hit you with a text like “I’m bored come hang”

More Relationship Things

I feel like he love/hates driving. Likes the ride not always driving though. So if you ever proposed a late night drive he’d be down (if you offer to drive). He does let y’all take his car though. He reclines the seat pretty far back. Alternates between just closing his eyes vibing w/ the music or kinda just looking at you (he the type of bf that makes u nervous no matter how long y’all been together)The way he looks at you makes you nervous cause that man is fine as hell and you can just feel his eyes on you.

He films you on Snapchat and sends the video to you like “you look hot”

If he’s not ‘resting his eyes’ he’s mumbling along to the music because he has the aux. if y’all music tastes are different he occasionally throws in something you really like bc he likes how you perk up at one of your fav songs

Moving on. Y’all dap eachother up after s3x because it’s “modern romance” (boy stfu). You two came up with a sex playlist together and it’s on both of your phones. Sometimes one of you will add a troll song that the other doesn’t know and put it in the lineup. (Stole my heart by 1D has definitely played before and you were practically in tears laughing at his reaction. That was one of those songs he was like ‘yeah alright i think we’re done).

At some point you two develop your own handshake and it’s cute. Whenever either of you have to travel without the other that’s always the last thing you do before you leave eachother. There’s vids of your friends daring y’all to do your elaborate ass handshake drunk and doesn’t matter what’s in your system, you both know it like the back of your hand.

I think he values quality time a lot so there’s so many nights where you’re both just chilling in his room just doing your own things. He could just be at his desk watching some game highlights and you’re just doing hw on his bed with your own earbuds in work all spread out and he’s content. He’s also attentive so if he calculates that you’ve been working too long he’ll just take ur earbud like “hey let’s go get something to eat.”

People definitely think he’s the lazy one in the relationship but it’s 100% not true. Like stated above, he’s very attentive and can pretty much gauge how you’re feeling in the blink of an eye. He knows when you need alone time but won’t go without reassuring you that he’s here whenever you’re ready. When you do just need him he’s there without a second thought. If you’re more touchy he’ll have your head in his lap his arm running up and down your as you tell him what’s wrong. He knows when to joke about a minor inconvenience and over the course of your relationship knows when to cut the jokes and be serious with you.

He’d never admit it but he knows your coffee order by heart (he keeps up his image my asking wtf do you get everytime. Just let him LOL). He the type to peek at what you plan on wearing and ‘accidentally’ color coordinate then pull some shit like “why are you copying me”

Y’all def shit talk together. See someone doing something completely out of pocket in public— straight to ur phones you go (pack it up shade room). To the public it just looks like you aren’t paying any attention to one another on your dates but y’all are. Just over the phone so u don’t piss off ur target 😌

Y’all are very comfy in your relationship that you just say stuff. Y’all don’t even think.

“Rin, what if i crashed us in this car rn 😹”

“Do it. Might be fun”

When you two finally move in together it’s almost like how your relationship starts. Slowly more and more spares of stuff for you end up at his. He does sorta make the move near the end of your lease and is just like “you’re here more than me anyways.” (hes nervous but swears he’s not. Bby you’re literally shaking). Him moving you in is like hell. This mf takes sooooo long to help with boxes. Picks up 1 then sits for like 15 minutes. You ask for help the first few times and he’s just like “I got you” while continuing to scroll his phone.

Sleepy Shoulder kisses in the mornings. Only form a greeting you get but it’s ok

this is like my 100th dating suna hc and im still going this is SICK. it was so hard to not drop old refs bc i still believe in them 100% yes i do!!!!

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu imagine #suna imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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I have,, a new Genshin oc 👀 hope u don't mind me sending in so many asks dsdjgjshd but I had to tell someone about her

Her name is Lilith (Lily) and she's a cryo catalyst user from Mondstadt and a senior member of the investigation team. She was childhood friends with Kaeya and Diluc but the Crepus incident pulled them apart. I don't have too many details of her backstory pinned down yet but I've already figured out all her skills and talents and her voicelines lmao so I guess I'll share those instead:

About Kaeya - Friendship: Captain Kaeya… he's an enigma alright. It took me years just to get under that mask of his, and even now I'm still not sure if what I'm seeing is the real him. That said, once you get to know him, he's a loyal and reliable friend. The best anyone can ask for.

About Kaeya - Eyepatch: Kaeya's eyepatch? Why are you asking me?…you think because I'm the closest to him that I would know what's under there? Haha, don't be ridiculous, I hardly know him well enough to pry into his secrets.

About Diluc: I knew him when I was still a knight in training. He was… different back then… happier. Now, after all that's happened… well, best if you go talk to him yourself if you want to know more.

About Albedo: He's brilliant! I admire him a lot—not just for his alchemical genius, but for his dedicated work ethic. Unlike a certain other captain whose name I won't mention, Captain Albedo would never drink on the job.

About Jean: Ah, Acting Grandmaster Jean… though, she's been doing this for so long I feel like she should just take the title of Grandmaster. She seems to be good at everything except taking care of herself. Maybe I should bring her some lunch again today…

About Rosaria: Would it be sacrilege to say I agree with her views on the church? In fact, I have never been a fan of the Church of Favonius. If Mondstadt is the City of Freedom, should not its citizens have the freedom to choose how they worship their Archon?

About Lisa: Is she still calling me her "little helper"? Ugh, when will I be rid of that nickname…

About Venti: Ah, that bard who has recently become Kaeya's drinking buddy? I… admit I may have a distorted judgment of him, as I have yet to see the lad completely sober.

About the Vision: Ah, this is my proudest achievement… though, I'm not sure if I can call it that. I was just in the right place at the right time. Anyone else would've done the same.

Favorite food: Nothing warms the heart and soul like a nice bowl of soup! What, you think just because I wield cryo that I can never get cold?

Least favorite food: I will never understand this city's love for alcohol. Not only is the taste repulsive, it clouds the mind and impairs judgement. …How can Kaeya drink so much of the stuff?

Lilith's Hobbies: Did you know that there's a grand piano in the Knights' headquarters that no one uses? Such a shame that this beautiful instrument goes unappreciated. Say… when you next have time, would you like to come in for a private concert?

Lilith's Troubles: There's just not enough time to do all the things I want to do. If only Captain Albedo's alchemy could add more hours to the day… hmm…

More about Lilith - I: My research? Oh, you misunderstand. I'm merely a member of the investigation team, not an alchemist. However, I have helped Captain Albedo with various experiments, so I've picked up a few things.

Kaeya's About Lilith: Lilith? Heh, I've known her for quite some time now. Yes, we're friends. Are we close? Hmm… let's just say that she understands me in a way that most people in Mondstadt cannot.

Fun facts/backstory?:

Kaeya calls her his little lily (only in private or when he's trying to tease her)

She and Kaeya drifted apart after Crepus' death, but once Diluc returned to Mondstadt Kaeya began approaching her once again. They rekindled their friendship but Lilith knows Kaeya's keeping secrets from her. She just hopes he can one day trust her enough to reveal the truth.

Kaeya hasn't told her about Khaenri'ah or his past, but just the fact that she was one of the few people who were actually friends with him before the Crepus incident puts her in his circle of trust

She's shorter than Kaeya and he will not stop teasing her for it

They're not dating (yet)

Lilith got her Vision when the library of Mondstadt caught fire (this is canon but it happened like way back in the day so I'm bending the timeline a little lol) and she rushed in to save the books. This was before she became a knight and was just working as a helper around the library (hence her voiceline about Lisa). She was able to save several rare manuscripts thanks to her newfound power keeping the flames at bay. Afterward she was awarded a medal by the Grandmaster but she always considered the Vision her true reward. This event is also what pushed her to become a knight in earnest so she can use her powers to protect Mondstadt

I just realized that both of my Genshin OCs' visions match the characters I paired them with lmao

As a playable character she'd likely be a main/sub DPS whose focus is critting the hell out of your enemies. She'd synergize well w cryo resonance. You'd want her on a freeze team bc her charged attack summons an icicle and counts as a heavy attack so it can deal shattered damage

Haha whoops this became really long dskfjdjd but uhh hope you enjoyed reading about Lilith!! I'm still trying to figure out what she looks like so there may be art on the way soon 👀

Blinking at this 20 page essay in front of me haha but please don't worry about sending me too many asks. If you're okay with my shit reply times then spam my inbox with anything.

Is there a cyro catalyst in genshin yet? I don't think so (maybe signora but she's not playable yet) but it's such a good fucking concept and I want it. It would look so pretty or elegant or we could be throwing snowballs goddammit. But can I say how much I love voice lines??? As much of a lore junkie that I am, there's something about voice lines that send me. If you have any more voice lines. please feed me.

Side note: "…How can Kaeya drink so much of the stuff?"

I'm pretty sure it's borderline confirmed since Venti drinks to forget his ptsd...I'm hard eyeballing Kaeya for the same reasons.

Can I say how fucking hot it is when characters don't pry into each other's business? Just having that mutual trust that you can take care of whatever you're dealing with, and if you can't, you can come to me for help without feeling ashamed. I'm not self-reflecting at all, what do you mean? But I'm enjoying this dynamic a lot. Feels very healthy and I support that. But hey, double cryo has a pretty good element synergy bonus haha. Speaking of criting, my Eula has a 15% crit chance....

But if you do create art or more lore, please share with me! Unless you already have and I haven't seen the ask yet haha.

#cattycattitude #genshin #genshin impact #genshin lore #genshin impact lore #genshin spoilers #genshin impact spoilers #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #oc #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya #super duper big mwah #lovely person #ask

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retrievablememories · 4 years

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baby of mine | johnny

title: baby of mine pairing: johnny x black!reader genre: angst, some fluff request: “Can I request a Johnny and his wife fighting because his ex came to them saying she’s pregnant because when she and Johnny were dating they had been trying for a baby and then they broke up. He met his black wife and got married a year later and now his ex is pregnant making his wife upset and feeling like a side chick instead of his wife. Thank you” word count: 3.5k warnings: mentions of infidelity, some racial microaggressions, mentions of racism, talk of conceiving a/n: did not have the heart to make my mans a cheater so i went with the 2nd plot point i suggested for this request lol, if you want something different let me know anon

As you’re cooking breakfast one morning, Johnny comes up to you and hugs you from the back, wrapping his arms around your torso. One of his hands settles on your stomach as he does so.

“Good morning, dear wife,” he mumbles, still a bit sleepy. He presses his cheek to yours. His skin is warm from being underneath the covers all night, and the strands of his soft hair tickle your face.

“Morning, baby.”

You think he’s gonna go sit at the table after he gets his usual morning hug, but he keeps clinging to you and subtly pressing his body against yours. Raising your eyebrows, you have to ask. “What are you up to, Johnny?”

“Nothin’ much,” he answers, “just wondering when you’re gonna let me put a baby in you.”

You turn to look at him, feigning shock. “God, it’s so early in the morning and you come to me with this. At least let me finish the food...” You laugh, embarrassed but also lowkey delighted at his comment.

“Oh, you love it though. You’ll love it even more when we actually start trying.”

“Well, it’s not like I don’t already.” You snort. “Stop being horny and go sit at the table, though. I don’t need you making me burn this food.” You try to shoo him with your free hand, though he only takes that hand so he can lay a kiss on the back of it.

“I always aim to please.” Johnny snickers, taking a piece of bacon off the plate on the counter.

You’ve only been married for a year at this point, but this kind of playful banter about having kids and building a family together is not unfamiliar to you. Johnny is definitely the type of man who’s always dreamed about having a family of his own, and he’s not secretive about it. With so much love to give, he’s more than eager to shower it on the people closest to him.

Jaehyun and his girlfriend have just had their first kid, which has only stoked Johnny’s enthusiasm, but you’re still waiting for a time when you feel truly ready to take that leap. After all, having kids is no easy matter, and the last thing you want to do is jump into it without a clue. Johnny is fine with waiting for however long you want, though there are undoubtedly some times when you wish you could be more responsive to it.

Still, you are ultimately happy with your marriage and are looking forward to the day when you can finally add a new member to the family.

There’s a knock on the door one evening, and you wonder who it must be. You weren’t expecting anyone today, and neither was Johnny—that you know of. You go to the door and peek through the peephole, and you’re even more confused at what you see.

When you open the door, a woman is standing there with a baby carrier and a diaper bag. It’s not just any woman, though—it’s Johnny’s ex-girlfriend, Jihyun. The one he dated before meeting and marrying you.

You both stare at each other in silence for a few moments. You’re so surprised by her presence at your doorstep and the baby carrier she has that you forget to ask what she’s here for—and she seems equally shocked to see you.

Finally, Jihyun appears to remember what she came for and asks, “H-hi, does John Suh live here?”

“Yes...why?”

“There are some things we need to talk about…” Her eyes drift to the baby carrier, and your whole world pauses.

“Things?”

As if on cue, Johnny comes up behind you with a concerned look on his face, recognizing the sound of his ex’s voice. He stops in his tracks a little ways from the entrance when he sees what she’s brought along with her. “Jihyun? What are you doing here?”

Her expression when she sees him is hard to read, though a nervous energy radiates from her. Her nervousness seems to transfer to you, and the back of your neck prickles with sweat. “John...um, hi, I just needed to talk to you--” Her words break off as she struggles to think of what to say. “I’m sorry to spring this on you like this, but we have to talk about our child.”

You and Johnny both speak at the same time.

“What?”

“Our child?”

You’re completely frozen now, and Johnny slides in beside you, opening the door wider. “Jihyun, this isn’t funny. Don’t come here with this shit—”

“I-it’s not a joke.” She reaches in the diaper bag hastily and pulls out a manila envelope. “I thought you’d ask about this, so I got a paternity test.”

Johnny takes the folder from her and opens it to look at the papers inside, but he’s clearly not pleased. “You thought? I’m sure.” You already knew that Jihyun had cheated on him; it was something he told you near the start of your relationship. They were trying to start a family around the time he found out, which made the blow all the more painful for him.

Back then, you didn’t give much thought to the idea that they actually might’ve been successful. They never contacted each other again after breaking up, and you reasoned that she would have reached out if she was ever pregnant.

Apparently, life is never that simple or easy.

You’re still unsure how to respond to any of this. Even if you wanted to react, you’re still too shocked to do anything but stand there and wait for Johnny’s response.

Unfortunately, his reaction doesn’t make you feel any more reassured. He’s quiet for a while as he looks at the papers, and he seems to age 5 years in just that timespan. He presses his lips together into a thin line, his forehead creasing.

Finally, he hands the papers to you and looks at Jihyun. You almost drop them in your rush to read what they say, but the answer is incredibly clear. A baby girl named Youngmi, with a 99.9% DNA match. “We do need to talk.”

The atmosphere in the living room is tense and awkward. You and Johnny sit on the couch while Jihyun sits on the other sofa in front of you, the baby carrier beside her. It’s been covered the entire time, and you still don’t have a clue what the baby looks like. The rational part of you figures she must be sleeping, although there is the undeniably petty part that suspects there is no baby and this is all a setup.

“How did you even find me?” Johnny asks, not very thrilled at Jihyun now knowing his new address.

“A mutual friend told me.” She doesn’t expand on who gave the information, which makes you raise your eyebrows. “They told me you’d gotten married, too. But they never mentioned that your wife was…?” Jihyun looks at you curiously, and you feel put on the spot like an object. It’s the elephant in the room that never fails to make itself known—why did you marry a black woman?

“Was what?”

“Jihyun, don’t do this. You’re already walking a thin line. I didn’t let you come in here for this.” Johnny already knows that it isn’t hard for you to reach your breaking point, and he hopes this won’t go completely left before he gets answers. He still needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

You throw in for good measure, “You aren’t going to come in my house and disrespect me. Check yourself.”

Jihyun is taken aback at being reprimanded by both of you and turns a little pale at being called out for her rudeness. “U-um, of course, sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

If you didn’t mean it you wouldn't have said it, you think to yourself, still stewing with anger.

“Explain all of this,” Johnny says. His tone makes it clear that it’s not a request.

Jihyun takes a moment to get herself together and starts speaking again. “Well, you know how our relationship ended. I found out I was pregnant soon after that, but…” Her hands fidget in her lap. “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought...you were really angry back then, Johnny. I thought you’d hate me even more than you already did. Or wouldn’t accept the baby anymore.”

Johnny’s shoulders slump a little. “You didn’t think I would want my own child?” He is clearly hurt by the idea of this.

“I don’t think I have the right to blame you for being angry. I was wrong. But I didn’t want to make things worse. I really believed it would just be better to start all over and raise the baby myself.” Her eyes stay glued to the floor as she says, “I...wasn’t entirely sure if it was yours, either, so I decided not to tell you.”

Johnny’s body tenses at the mention of her transgression, though he doesn’t speak. He merely sits and waits for her to continue talking.

“I thought I could do it all on my own, and it would be fine. The other guy...he left soon after I told him. Then the baby got here, and...none of it’s been easy, but I really have been struggling these past few months.” Jihyun looks up at him now, a pleading expression on her face. “I would rather not have to ask you for child support, but...I need some help, Johnny. And I’m truly sorry I kept this from you.”

Johnny puts his head in his hands and runs his fingers through his hair, looking distressed and overwhelmed by all of this being unloaded on him at once. “This has come practically out of nowhere, Jihyun.”

She appears to take offense to that particular statement; maybe she thinks he’s referring to the baby that way. “I don’t know if I’d call it out of nowhere. We both knew the possibilities when we were trying for a child.”

“You can’t be serious,” you blurt out, laughing out loud although it’s not really funny. You’re more astounded than amused at the irony and ridiculousness of her saying that. Jihyun glances at you unhappily, though she doesn’t meet your glare for very long.

Johnny is equally bristled by her words, and you can feel him tensing up more beside you. “And you could’ve thought about that before fucking another man and then hiding my own child from me—”

The conversation is interrupted by Youngmi, who has apparently woken up and is now whining for attention. You can see her little feet kicking against the cover of the carrier. Jihyun hurriedly turns the carrier around to put the cover down and pull the child out. She looks to be around 9 months.

Youngmi is quickly quieted by being fed her bottle. Her eyes are big with curiosity as she looks around the room—at Jihyun, Johnny, and you. Johnny’s anger at his ex becomes subdued after seeing the baby, and his mouth drops open a little in surprise.

Johnny finds himself unable to take his eyes away from Youngmi after Jihyun takes her out of the carrier, and he leans forward a bit to get a closer look. He’s secretly itching to get closer, though he isn’t quite sure how to bring that up after cursing his ex out. Fortunately for him, she already knows what he wants. After the baby is done drinking, she carefully offers, “Do...you want to hold her?”

You watch to see what Johnny will do. You know he very well won’t refuse his own child, and you don’t expect him to, but you also don’t know how you should feel. He glances at you somewhat apologetically, sensing your unhappiness, but nods and holds his arms out for Youngmi. Jihyun settles the baby in his arms when he does.

Youngmi doesn’t start crying in the presence of an unfamiliar person like most babies do; maybe she somehow knows he’s her father. You almost want to laugh again at that, feeling like you’re going to lose your mind.

Johnny looks down at his daughter’s face as she drools and clenches and unclenches her small fists. She’s smiling as she looks up at him, though you don’t know if that’s because she’s happy at just being fed.

Something in Johnny’s heart immediately softens, and he feels himself drawn to her. Even without the paternity results, he can certainly tell that she has his same bow-shaped lips.

In any other circumstance you would’ve felt moved by this interaction, but now you only experience the creeping dread of being replaced. Not by the baby, but by Jihyun. What if she’s suddenly at your house all the time after they decide to co-parent? That can’t happen. You can’t tolerate having this woman up in your house on a regular basis, but letting Johnny spend a bunch of time at her place is completely out of the question. You know he hasn’t wanted anything to do with her since they broke up, but you can’t get rid of the fear of what could happen if Johnny gets close to her again.

You try to convince yourself there is no way he’d ever consider going back to her after she betrayed him. Your doubts are killing you, though. Jihyun has already given him the one thing he’s always wanted most, and you suddenly feel very abandoned and empty. Almost like their relationship never ended and you’re simply trespassing.

“She’s very pretty,” Johnny says, smiling down at the little girl.

Your heart is being torn to shreds. “Sorry, I—uh, forgot something.” Without looking for their reactions, you get up from the couch and go up to the bedroom you share with Johnny. There, you sink to the floor and stay there for what feels like hours, your forehead against the carpet as you struggle to gather your thoughts.

You don’t know how much time actually passes, and you know Johnny must be wondering what you’re doing, but he eventually comes up after you. By then, you’ve gathered yourself somewhat—at least physically—and are sitting on the bed.

Johnny stands in the doorway, looking hesitant, tired, concerned, and maybe even a little happy, all at once. He opens his mouth and then closes it back shut, searching for the right words. “I didn’t think...she never said anything…”

You still feel like you’re being pierced straight through. There’s no denying that you still love Johnny, but you don’t know where things can go from here. The only tiny bright spot you can find is that at least he didn’t cheat on you. A laugh of sick irony bursts out of you, and Johnny seems concerned about whether you’re having a mental breakdown.

He steps into the room, sitting beside you on the bed. You’re not sure if you want to be next to him right now—or if you want to accept the hand that’s reaching for your shoulder—so you stand up and walk aimlessly to the dresser. “Are they still downstairs?”

“No, I told her we can work out all the details soon...but that now wouldn’t be a good time to stay.”

Work out the details? Which means more contact. But that was going to happen anyway. Here come more thoughts of him at her place, her at yours, a little family that doesn’t include you—

“But how are you going to get in contact with each other?”

“...I gave her my number.” Johnny is hesitant, like he thinks this maybe isn’t the right answer. Or at least not the one you want to hear. “There wasn’t much else I could do…and I doubt you want her coming back up here anytime soon.”

You don’t think very deeply about the repercussions of what you say next; you’re too consumed by your panicked thoughts. “Maybe we should separate.”

Johnny stands up now too, his eyes almost comically big. “Separate?”

You throw your hands up. “You were with her long before me, and now you have a baby with her. Surprise! What’s stopping me from being the lonely sidechick in this scenario? A stupid ring?”

Johnny looks wounded at that, and you wonder how much more pain will be inflicted on both of you before the day is over. “Our marriage is more than a ‘stupid ring’ or a slip of paper. You told me you loved that ring.”

“I did, and I do, but what does any of it matter anymore?”

“Aren’t you being overdramatic?! Do you truly think I’d leave you over this?” Johnny can feel himself getting more upset, though he tries not to shout. “It’s not like I can’t co-parent with her or something. I’m not going to leave you so I can raise my child.”

“And have you both together all the time. Yeah, that sounds like a wonderful setup.”

“You seem to be forgetting that I barely want to be around her myself! Either way, Youngmi is my child Y/N, I can’t just give up on her and I don’t intend to.”

You dig your heels in, feeling like you’ve made your case and can’t turn back now, even if there is logic to what he’s saying. “Would you even still want to have children with me? You have the baby you’ve always wanted. And your ex seems like the type who wouldn’t be too thrilled if her child had some half-black siblings running around.”

“That’s terrible, Y/N. Just because I have one child doesn’t mean I can’t have more. You sound more like you don’t want to have kids with me anymore.”

“Don’t tell me that!” you shout. “I want everything with you, but you don’t see how people look at me. You’re not the one who has to deal with people thinking you’re unworthy to be with me or that I did you a favor by marrying you. No, that’s what people think of me, all the time, whether they say it or not. It’s in the things they do and how they interact with me.”

Johnny wants to speak, but he doesn’t know what to say to you. It’s not like he’s been completely unaware of your struggles, but he hasn’t heard you articulate it out loud like this before. It makes him feel like a bit of a failure that he couldn’t prevent any of it from happening.

“I just want us to be happy together, with our own family, and—and...I want people to stop looking at me like I’m some damn freak, and…” You pause for a moment to catch your breath, though you find that you can’t as tears begin welling up in your eyes.

Johnny comes closer to you when he sees the tears appearing. He hesitates to touch you, thinking you might reject him again, but when you don’t move away he takes your arms.

“Y/N, please trust me. We are going to stay together, and we’re gonna have the life we both want. I need both you and my child, and I promise we can make this work.”

“Do you think we got married too soon?” you ask him quietly. You haven’t pushed him away this time, but you’re hesitant to respond to his embrace. “Should we have done this at all?”

Johnny puts his forehead to yours, squeezing you tighter as if he could wring the pain out of you. “Don’t doubt this, please. I don’t regret any of this, not for a second.”

“I don’t regret marrying you, either, but I’m just...exhausted. I don’t know how any of this is supposed to work anymore.” A few tears slip out as you say this. You wipe them away as they come, but it isn’t enough to stop the flow. Johnny uses his thumb to wipe them away. His fingers are warm against your skin, like that morning a few days ago.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know either. But we can figure this out.”

You want so much to believe him.

That night when you go to bed, your head is filled with thoughts—so many that it’s hard to get to sleep. You stare at the closed window with the night sky peeking slightly through the blinds, and you try to imagine a future with both of your families in it.

It doesn’t make you happy, but you don’t know what else to do to keep your marriage from falling apart.

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randomficsandshit · 4 years

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Bellarke Fic Rec

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*

Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine over the years. If you love something, send the author your love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what i can do, this is a pretty old list

There's A Nap For That

Word Count: 6k+

AU. Based on that post: "If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date." Or: The one where Bellamy and Clarke keep taking naps together. You know, platonically. See also: Let Them Rest.

If You Wear A Dress and Have an Animal Sidekick, You Are a Princess

Word Count: 3k+

AU. Bellamy can't not take care of every animal he sees, and Clarke can't not find it endearing.

*Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars

Word Count: 4k+

His eyebrows are knitted together in a slight frown, the kind he usually gets when he’s trying to work out a difficult problem. Finally, he meets her eyes again and says, almost hesitantly underneath his mask of bravado, “Well, I’m always here to lend a helping hand if you need it, princess.” Clarke actually chokes this time, and it feels like all the breath has been knocked out of her. -or, the time when everything goes downhill and bellamy just goes down.

Wingwoman

Word Count: 1k+

AU. Clarke didn't think she'd need a wingwoman at the park playground when she's babysitting her one-year-old niece, but then Bellamy Blake strolls up, and Amelia rises to the occasion, luckily for her.

When Love Hits (Better Make It Worth The Fall)

Word Count: 4k+

AU. (She's All That) Four times Clarke gets hit on the head (+1 time she doesn't) during her last semester of high school, and every single time, Bellamy Blake is somehow involved.

All This Time

Word Count: 5k+

AU. Four times Bellamy innocently kisses Clarke, + one time he doesn't.

Take This Heart

Word Count: ~

clarke moves into bellamy's room. this is both soft and full of disdain for clarke's terrible... everything in season 3

You're Cool On The Internet, At Least

Word Count: 9k+

AU. Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

(One of my personal favs)

We Came Out On Top

Word Count: 11k+

AU. “How can you guys be all like this and then be at each other’s throats during trivia night?” “Because it’s trivia night,” both Bellamy and Clarke said at the same time, sharing the same why don’t you get it tone. Bellamy, Clarke, and the trivia night rivalries only they care about.

She Does What The Night Does To The Day

Word Count: 5k+

AU. He assumes she would just giggle and continue petting him while saying how pretty he is, but instead, she pulls back with what might have been a leer had she not been three sheets to the wind, and says, “Your body is 65% water and I’m thirsty.” And then if that wasn’t bad enough, she stumbles out of his arms and fucking winks at him. Or at least he thinks it’s a wink. She used both eyes instead of one. or, the one where Bellamy is woefully and terribly oblivious.

The Giant Squid's Got Nothing On You

Word Count: 6k+

AU. Objectively, Clarke knows she’s probably right, but she still can’t help but lift her chin determinedly and say, “He is not going to find it.” She can barely hear her scoff in reply over the din of the cafe. “Yeah right,” says Raven, “The internet is forever, Clarke Griffin. He will find it eventually.” or, Clarke finds her new muse at the local cafe

Alone Together

Word Count: 11k+

AU. Clarke shows up at Bellamy’s apartment at exactly two minutes to midnight on a Thursday. He's not sure how she ends up staying the night — or why he doesn't turn her away, when it happens again. And again.

Cold As The Wind Blows (so hold me in your arms)

Word Count: 3k+

AU. Clarke gets trapped in the storage room overnight, but at least she's not by herself.

Tequila Regrets

Word Count: 6k+

AU. Clarke and Bellamy have been roommates for a while, and Clarke has been in love with him for almost as long, but when she finds out that his terror of a boss has marked him as her next conquest, Clarke offers to pose as his fake girlfriend for the staff Christmas party to scare her off. She did not think this all the way through.

Mutual

Word Count: 6k+

AU. As acts of rebellion go, Clarke knows that getting a tumblr is both minor and pathetic. But it's her secret, her own tiny, online space where no one knows she's Clarke Griffin, Hollywood A-lister. She's just some nobody with like five followers and opinions no one cares about. And then she makes a friend.

Wish On Everything

Word Count: 11k+

AU. It's not as if Bellamy wanted anything bad to happen to his mother. All he wanted was to get custody of his little sister, so he'd know she was taken care of. And after eight years, he's basically given up all hope of that. Then his mother does die, and social services tells him he gets Octavia.

Legs Crossed Towards Each Other

Word Count: 7k+

It starts with Raven wanting to set up Mr. Sinclair, out of what are probably genuinely good intentions. It's everyone else who turns it into a massive headache for Bellamy.

What The Hell Is The Catch?

Word Count: 6k+

Bellamy gets tickets to take his AP US History kids to Hamilton, and Clarke figures he's going to need a chaperone. She's happy to help out. And if he says she owes him for it? Totally worth it.

If You Wanna Reach Me

Word Count: 5k+

AU. Clarke: So yeah, in the dream it's like We're in New York, I think. I'm not really sure, but you know how it is when it's a dream and you just know something. So we're in New York.

Jasper: whos we??????

Clarke: Most of us, I think? It's always kind of hard to remember when it's a dream. Like I just thought "everyone's here!" but I mostly interacted with Bellamy.

Raven: did u mean: real life

Time Enough For Rocking When We're Old

Word Count: 14k+

boston > boston/camb/brook > housing > apts by owner $2-300 Roxbury small room in 3-br 1-bath house, spouse preferred (Roxbury) Pair of siblings looking for housemate. Due to extenuating circumstances I will share with interested parties, I would prefer a roommate who is willing to get married for legitimate personal reasons that do not include sex or anything sketchy. If not interested in marriage, room still available for $300/month plus utilities. Pets okay, no smokers, NO DRUG USE. Please don't just email me to tell me this is fucked up, I know it is, you really don't have to tell me. If you are interested in the marriage part, a female spouse is preferred, but male would be okay too. I promise I will explain this if you really want details, but I'm not putting it online. Serious inquiries only.

Must Love Intersectionality

Word Count: 2k+

AU. Bellamy hates his stupid history of colonialism class, until he makes a friend. Weirdly, the friend isn't actually in his class, they just share the same desk and like to write angry notes about the patriarchy. Bellamy's a fan.

Regardless Of Warnings, The Future Doesn't Scare Me At All

Word Count: 20k+

AU. 2 Chapters. After an argument with her mother about her unplanned pregnancy, Clarke Griffin ends up back in the small town where her father used to live, spilling her sob story to a sympathetic bartender. And then, somehow, she ends up moving in with the bartender and her brother.

(You Might Find) You Get What You Need

Word Count: 20k+

AU. Clarke needs a date to her ex's sister's wedding, and she's at the point of hiring someone off the internet when Octavia points out that her brother is always looking for money. So Clarke takes him instead.

Just As You Are

Word Count: 10k+

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Clarke Griffin in need of a Latin tutorial partner will always end up paired with Bellamy Blake.

I've Been Dreaming Of You From The Other Side (I Know You So Well)

Word Count: 17k+

AU. Ten years ago, Clarke found out she had superpowers. Now she's all ready to start a new life: English teacher by day, vigilante by night. All she has to do is figure out how to be a superhero, avoid getting caught and shipped off by mandatory metahuman registration, and not strangle the stupid history teacher down the hall. It'll be fun.

She's Touching His Chest Now, He Takes Off Her Dress Now

Word Count: 26k+

If Clarke had thought arguments could actually lead to switching bodies with someone, she wouldn't have been surprised this one really did. But since that's actually impossible, waking up as Bellamy Blake is still a shock.

I Know That Fortune Is Waiting To Be Kind

Word Count: 20k+

When Bellamy is eleven, his mother dies, and he finds out his father was a prince, which makes him a prince too, albeit a bastard prince. And when he's twelve, his family decides he would be a good candidate for marriage to Princess Clarke of Arcadia. Princess Clarke thinks so too, but only because he agrees to come back in ten years and help her make sure the wedding never takes place. It seems like a really good deal, when he's twelve.

And Dream How Wonderful Your Life Will Be

Word Count: 19k+

Clarke has known Bellamy Blake for two months when she finds out two completely unexpected things about him: he's married, and he has an eight-year-old son. He's also getting a divorce and he needs a roommate, and she's got a spot. It's complicated.

One Deep Breath and One Big Step

Word Count: 17k+

Clarke Griffin has been groomed for Ark University and Sigma Kappa Upsilon sorority since she was a kid, and she's a little annoyed to discover, upon getting to college, that she really does like Sig-Kap. That she wants to pledge. There's just this weird thing where they don't seem to like her new friend Bellamy.

Write What You Know

Word Count: 13k+

Bellamy understands every individual choice that got him to this point. He started writing erotica to make some extra money, he didn't correct the assumption that he was a woman, made up some facts about his new persona, and now his publisher wants him to start making public appearances, so he needs someone to be that persona. And Clarke really is the logical choice. It all makes sense to him, when he thinks about it, but he will admit it is incredibly weird. Luckily, Clarke's still got his back.

When Can I See You Again?

Word Count: 13k+

Bellamy doesn't recognize a lot of people he meets at conventions, even if he's met them a lot. It's just hard to keep track. But the girl who comes once or twice a year is pretty easy to remember. And that's before her foster mom shows up in a panic because she took a bus to Vegas alone. After that happens, it's basically all over.

But They Ain't Doing It Right

Word Count: 14k+

“So,” he begins, running a hand through his hair. It’s a lost cause trying to work it back into some semblance of order. “What is this?” “What do you mean?” He doesn’t meet her eye when he says, “Once is a mistake, twice is a pattern,” too busy picking at a loose thread in his hem. “Wanna go three times and just make it a habit?” she jokes weakly, and his head snaps back up, eyes boring into hers. She flushes under the intensity of his gaze. “Actually,” he begins slowly, “That doesn’t sound that bad.” or, the friends with benefits au that got away from me

Phone A Friend

Word Count: 7k+

Clarke does not ask Bellamy for tips on having a threesome because she's hoping to have a threesome with him. He's just the only person she knows personally who has actually had a threesome, so he seems like her best resource. And when the opportunity to have a threesome with him presents itself, it's not like she's going to just say no.

I'm Swept Away and My Heart Ensnared

Word Count: 15k+

Raven hums low in her throat. “Well, at least Bellamy can make it up in time. So you won’t get too axe murdered.” Clarke wrinkles her nose, leaning on the banister of the upstairs porch. From here she can see the ocean, just a five minute walk away, and she breathes in brine soaked air. “He’s still coming?” “What do you mean if he’s still coming? He didn’t say anything otherwise.” She shifts from foot to foot, feeling herself colour slightly even though there’s no one there to see her. “I just assumed that because you and Miller couldn’t make it up anymore he wouldn’t come today.” “Why the hell did you think that?” “Because Bellamy and I aren’t exactly friends, Raven." or, Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin don't really like each other. Or at least that's what they tell themselves.

Afraid To Call This Place Our Own

Word Count: 22k+

(Single mom!Clarke and Teacher!Bellamy, with the usual angsty shenanigans.)

And Are We There Yet (Home)

Word Count: 2k+

A Bellamy POV and mini sequel to afraid to call this place our own. (this shit made me cry)

Bloodstains and Innocence: A Clarke Griffin Mystery

Word Count: 27k+

Police Chief Clarke Griffin knows three things: 1) Charles Pike is dead. 2) Octavia Blake is the prime suspect. 3) Bellamy Blake a giant pain in the ass with no business being involved in a murder investigation, and yet here he is, working the case alongside her. A hurricane is approaching the sleepy little island of Arkadia, NC as evidence begins to mount against Octavia and Clarke wrestles with her increasingly complicated relationship with Bellamy, all while trying to answer one simple question: Who killed Charles Pike?

Is There An IUD That Can Stop The Image of You and Me?

Word Count: 8k+

It's probably impossible to be friends with benefits with someone who might not even count as a friend, but "lab partners with benefits" isn't a thing yet. So that's probably the right term. Whatever it is, Clarke's enjoying it. As long as she ignores the whole feelings thing.

I’m Gonna Leave You Anyway

Word Count: 65k+

Modern AU inspired by the show You're the Worst, where Bellamy and Clarke hook up after a wedding.

And You Can Have This Heart To Break

Word Count: 37k+

Clarke knows she's being a little over-dramatic in her complaining about having to move to Maine, but it does seem pretty unreasonable of her mother to drag her to a small town in the middle of nowhere for the three months between high-school graduation and her starting college. As it turns out, the summer is great. It's just the summer ending that's the problem.

Museums and Mistletoe

Word Count: 1k+

Clarke buys Bellamy a museum ticket for Christmas and he acts like it’s the best gift he’s ever received. She buys one for herself too, because she knows none of their other friends have the time to go—finding a day they can all get together to exchange gifts is hard enough—and if it gets her an uninterrupted afternoon with her best friend and all around favorite asshole, she’s definitely not complaining.

When In Brome

Word Count: 57k+

Octavia is the one who tells Clarke about "Untitled Gladiator Project," because she thinks Bellamy wants to be on it, and also thinks Clarke is the one who will be able to convince him to do it. Plus, it turns out Clarke actually needs to be involved, because all of the gladiators are required to have girlfriends with them, and, honestly, the more she hears about it, the more of a mess it seems like. On the other hand, it sounds kind of hilarious, and definitely right up Bellamy's alley, so there's probably no harm in trying out. It might be fun.

It’s All Internet Interaction

Word Count: 11k+

Bellamy is less than pleased when soap opera star Clarke Griffin lands the lead role in the Callister reboot. So, naturally, he writes about it. It’s not supposed to blow up. She’s not supposed to respond to it either, but here they are.

Just Dive Right In (And Follow My Lead)

Word Count: 24k+

Clarke Griffin needs a partner. Bellamy Blake just happens to walk into her rink. (Or: Bellamy and Clarke as ice dancing partners, training together through the years to the Olympics.)

Sleight Of Hand

Word Count: 56k+

Notorious criminal prodigy Bellamy Blake has been tasked with a seemingly impossible heist. Luckily enough, he just might have the right crew for it. *Personal Favorite*

And Then We Were Chasing Comets

Word Count: 21k+

If you told Clarke Griffin that she would become best friends with the resident black sheep of Arkadia, she would have difficulty believing it, let alone the fact that he apparently wrote an entire book about her. (Or: Clarke and Bellamy through the years, as childhood best friends.)

See Me In Hindsight

Word Count: 16k+

“You’re kind of a mess,” He says mildly. “Thanks captain obvious.” The corners of his mouth twitch a little, like he’s holding back a smile. She is not remotely pleased by that. Not at all. Or, the one where they're project partners and maybe, perhaps, friends. (And maybe, perhaps, more.)

Challenge Accepted

Word Count: 30k+

He doesn't even like Clarke Griffin, he's pretty sure he hates how easy everything has come to her. So imagine his surprise when he finds himself at their office party looking through dick pics on her phone. “You can do better, Princess. In fact, I can do better.” As soon as she turns to him with raised eyebrows and an open mouthed grin he knows he’s said too much but she’s not going to let it drop. “Oh really, you think you can do better, Blake?” And he's never backed down from a challenge in his life.

Found Myself In A Second

Word Count: 5k+

The one where Clarke finds a lost wallet belonging to one Bellamy Blake.

Every Rose Can Sting You

Word Count: 15k+

Clarke expected to encounter annoying guys when she got forced into becoming the Bachelorette, but she didn't realise that the most annoying of them all would be the head cameraman. Because seriously, Bellamy Blake is a total prick. It's a good thing there's absolutely no chance of her ever actually liking him, because boy, would that be inconvenient…

Choking On Your Alibis

Word Count: 7k+

Bellamy gets a girlfriend and Clarke handles it spectacularly well

#bellarke #the 100 #fic rec #fic rec masterlist #bellarke masterlist #bellamy x clarke #beliza #the 100 fic #multi chap fic #one shot #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #raven reyes #octavia blake #eliza taylor #bob morley #the cw #fanfiction #bellarke fanfiction

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naturallytom · 4 years

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Little Things (Tom Holland x reader)

a/n: this is for @rosyparkers writing challenge!! italics are flashbacks, bold is the prompt!! again i hope u enjoy this im sorry it’s been like 10 years since i’ve posted something lmao also big thank u to @sunshinehollandd for reading this over!!

warnings: a lil angst, scared of opening up/being vulnerable, other than that it’s fluffy fluff

prompt: “Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate? It’s not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It’s…it’s the love. It’s too strong, and you can’t fight it. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried…but I’m always going to love you. And I need you to know that.”

“You ready, my love?” Tom held his hand out to you as the dj announced it was time for your first dance, his brown eyes radiating a type of warmth that brought you comfort when you needed it most. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to guide the two of you to the dance floor, his hands going to your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asked, his voice so soft only you could hear it.

“Only a million times.” You smiled, hiding your face in his neck. It amazed you that even after years of dating he still had that effect on you.

“I’ll tell you a million more times, then.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Not so bad yourself.” You replied, a small smile on your lips as your mind wandered to when you first met Tom and how far you came with him.

“What are you thinking about?” Tom chuckled.

“How do you know I’m thinking about something?”

“You have that look on your face. The one you make when you’re deep in thought.” He told you, pressing another kiss to your head. “Everything okay?”

“Mhmm. Just thinking about how far we’ve come.” You told him honestly.

“We have come a long way, huh?” He smiled. “Remember when we first met?”

“How could I forget?” You chuckled, your mind replaying the day you met him as if it was yesterday.

The first snowfall of the season and you were in your room studying for an exam. Not ideal at all but you had this big exam coming up that you just couldn’t fail so you had to study as much as you could-

“y/n?” Your roommate poked her head into your room, a hopeful smile on her face. “How much studying do you have to do?”

“Ermm a lot, why?” You asked, flipping through your study guide so far.

“Was thinking we could go out in the snow, at least for a little bit?” She grinned.

“I don’t know, I still have a lot of studying to do-”

“You’ve been studying all day! Come on, you need a break.” She argued, making you sigh.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick break. But only for a little bit!” You gave in, making your roommate cheer as the two of you got ready to brace the cold winter air.

“It’s so pretty.” Your roommate said, her voice almost a whisper as the two of you took in the scene while you walked to the nearby park.

Light, fluffy snow fell from the sky, landing softly on the ground around you as well as on your faces. For a moment when you looked up at the night sky, seeing glimpses of the stars and the snow falling, all your worries and obligations washed away, bringing on a sense of peace.

The two of you arrived at the park, seeing other people there, all enjoying the snow. People were making snow angels and snow men, while others were having a snowball fight.

“Hey check this out!” You roommate called, laying down in the snow and making a snow angel, sitting up when she was done. “How’s it look?”

“Not bad.” You laughed, bending down and molding some snow into a ball. “But unfortunately this snowball is too good not to be thrown and you’re the target so..”

Your roommate stood up and fortunately for her but unfortunately for you, she moved out of your way right as you let go of the snowball, allowing it to crash into the man right behind her.

“Oh shit!” You gasped as he turned around, a look of confusion and slight amusement on his face while your roommate was hysterically laughing off to the side. “I’m so sorry!”

“That meant to be for her?” He chuckled, making you nod.

“I’m so sorry, I tried to throw it at her but she moved at the last minute and-”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” He assured you. “I’m Tom.”

“y/n.” You replied. “Really is there any way I could make it up to you?”

“Really it’s fine.” He laughed. “But I am getting cold so I was gonna go across the street and get a tea, if you’d like to join.”

“Sure, but I’m paying for yours.” You insisted, making Tom smile.

“Pretty sure I’m supposed to pay for yours.” He tried, but you shook your head.

“No, no. It’s my treat. I’m the one who hit you with a snowball, after all.”

“You looked so cute that night. The snow was falling and sticking to your eyelashes and the moonlight was hitting you just right. God, you looked like an angel. Still look like an angel.” He sighed.

“Yeah an angel who didn’t let you in for a long ass time.” You chuckled. “‘M not sure what you did but you made me open up to the idea of being vulnerable and open to someone else. I hadn’t really done that before you.”

It had been almost eight months since the snowball incident and to your surprise, Tom was your (very caring) boyfriend. It sort of came as a shock to you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You definitely had strong feelings for him, no doubt about it. But you weren’t good about expressing them. Tom liked to talk about his and open up his heart to you while you liked to keep your heart guarded and show you cared with smaller actions.

Tom was patient, though. He was patient and caring and understanding and it made your heart swell within your chest to the point that you weren’t even sure if you could keep it to yourself. He didn’t rush you into opening up or being vulnerable, but he noticed the small smile that formed on your lips whenever you showed him a song or meme that reminded you of him. He noticed the way your eyes sparkled with pride when you successfully made his favorite meal to surprise him after a long day.

You noticed the little things Tom did too. Like how he always took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders if you were out on a date and you got cold. Or how he always offered to walk or drive you home before you moved in and if he couldn’t or if you drove yourself, he would tell you to drive safe and to text him when you got home.

“All those little things you did just made me fall even more in love with you.” He laughed softly. “Maybe I rubbed off on you a little bit.”

“Maybe.” You sighed, your head resting gently on his shoulder. “You told me you loved me all the time, it probably rubbed off on me little by little until I said it.”

A year and a half after a snowball resulted in you meeting the man of your dreams, you and Tom were still going strong, but you were scared. Tom had told you he loved you so many times yet you couldn’t find yourself to say those three little words back.

“I love you.” He would say. “You’re my soulmate.”

You loved him, you know you did. But despite Tom telling you all the time how much he loves you and that you were his soulmate, you were still scared. What if you said it and he rejected you? What if the two of you broke up and you were open and vulnerable for no reason?

It happened one night when you were laying in bed, your head resting on Tom’s chest, playing with hands, lost in thought.

“What’s on your pretty little mind, hm?” He murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead softly.

“Nothing.” Lie. You were actually thinking about how much you loved him and how lucky you were to have him in your life, but the thought of opening up like that terrified you. You fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once.

“Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate? It’s not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It’s…it’s the love. It’s too strong, and you can’t fight it. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried…but I’m always going to love you. And I need you to know that.” He said softly, as if he could read your mind.

“How do you know you’ll always love me, though?” You asked. “That’s a long time.”

“Darling I fall more in love with you every day.” He chuckled.

“It’s just,” you started, not thinking about the words that left your mouth next. “I do love you but I’m scared. I don’t like being vulnerable like that, you know this.”

Tom paused before he let out a soft laugh, a sense of ‘I knew it’ mixed with confusion taking over your body.

“What?” You asked, starting to get mildly defensive.

“Baby you just said you loved me.” He smiled, making your eyes widen.

“I did?”

“Mhmm. Also said you were scared and didn’t like being vulnerable.” He mumbled against your head, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles softly. “Being vulnerable is what makes us human, lovey. ‘S okay to open yourself up, especially to me.”

“What if you didn’t feel the same way?” You glanced up at him, a small smile on his lips. “What if we broke up?”

“Neither of those are even possibilities.” He assured you. “I love you too much.”

You paused before responding. “I love you too.”

As the song came to an end, you found yourself overwhelmed with love and felt tears involuntarily fill your eyes. Tom frowned lightly when he saw the tears, pausing to hold your face in his hands gently, concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, hm? Regret marrying me already?” He teased, making you laugh softly.

“No. ‘M just really happy. I really love you. Don’t think I’ll ever stop.” You murmured, the concern and frown on Tom’s face being replaced with pure love and adoration.

“Good, darling, because you’re stuck with me forever now.” He replied.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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sugacouture · 3 years

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Already Gone

synopsis: He’s the love of your life, the light in the dark, the end of the tunnel. Is? Or was?

infidelity! au

genre: angst

pairing: pjm x reader

wc: 1.8k

rating: pg

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of drowning

a/n: lol hi I’m back with this mess :)) this hurt a bit to write bc I hate cheating and cheaters but I was like let’s do smth outta my comfort zone and whoop here we are :)) I personally can’t relate to cheating or being cheated on bc of the complete absence of anything related to it so if it’s not accurate I'm sorry :( anyway, grab ur tissues, listen to I love you by Billie Eilish, and enjoy!

tags: @jtrbluv eheheh here u go luv

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It’s like the universe is against you.

Cursing, you turn away from the broken elevator and open the door to the stairwell. After trudging up five flights, you take out your keys and fumble with it for a second before you shove it into the lock. The door to the apartment opens and you kick off your heels, sighing in relief and closing the door behind you.

You walk to the kitchen to put your purse on the counter, heart dropping when you see that Jimin isn’t back yet. He’d usually be lounging on the couch or out on the balcony when you return from work, but the sofa is vacant where his body should be. You were hoping that, since you returned early, the two of you could relax together— something that was rare these days. Sighing, you venture deeper into the apartment, shrugging off your cardigan and placing it on a chair.

Taking the remote control, you turn on the tv and let it play in the background as you walk back into the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of wine. Walking back to the sofa in your stocking-clad feet, you pace the glass on the coffee table in front of you and sink down on the leather chair, relaxing for the first time that day. Humming, you lazily change a few channels and settle for a rerun of The Office, smiling when you see Dwight start to fight with himself as a demonstration of self-defense.

You stay like this for around half an hour— watching tv and sipping wine. It was calming. Mind-numbing. Just what you needed after a long day at work.

Suddenly, you hear the jangle of keys and the front door opening. Standing up with a glass of wine in hand, you quickly walk toward the kitchen to greet who you assumed was your boyfriend. After all, he was the only other one with the key.

“Jimin,” you hum excitedly, “welcome home, baby—”

You look up to greet him and your feet stop moving.

Um.

That isn’t Jimin.

A petite woman stares back at you, a puzzled look on her face. She’s in the process of hanging up her coat on the hanger that’s tucked in the closet— which was weird because most guests you bring over for the first time don’t know that it's there.

“I-I’m sorry, I think you’re in the wrong apartment,” the said woman says. You stare at her in shock. “Unless, you are a burglar?”

The stranger is oddly calm in a situation like this.

“Excuse me?”

She smiles apologetically. “This is my boyfriend’s apartment? He says no one but him and his roommate live here, so unless you’re her, I would think that you’re in the wrong place, love. And I’m pretty sure she’s gone for the week, so…”

You’re absolutely confused and flabbergasted. “I— boyfriend?”

As if on cue, Jimin walks in behind her. He’s distracted, texting on his phone, and doesn’t notice you at first. A few moments later, though, he shoves it in his pocket and your own phone pings, notifying you that you’ve received a text.

The noise makes your boyfriend look up, and he freezes when your steady gaze meets his. “Baby?” he asks incredulously.

The woman is startled. “Excuse me, what?”

Jimin stares at the woman, as if realizing her presence, then looks back at you. He’s blinking rapidly and you can see the gears turning in his brain, the panic that’s setting in his eyes.

Oh.

You see now.

“Well, considering that you brought another woman to our apartment,” you observe, “I’m no longer your baby.” Holding your wine glass in one hand, you use the other to motion toward the door. “Out.”

The woman, who immediately realizes what’s going on, looks very uncomfortable and flees the scene immediately, practically sprinting out the door. She gives you an apologetic bow before she does, though, which you acknowledge with a lazy nod.

Jimin, though, does not.

“Wait— no, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Then tell me,” you scoff, slowly stalking toward your ex, “what is going on here? Why did you bring a woman home and claim that I’m just a roommate? Why did she call you her boyfriend?”

He can’t seem to find any words to say. “I— she—”

“And it seems that this wasn’t the first time you brought her home, either,” you continue, eyes sharp. “She knew where the coat rack was. How funny, don’t you think? Considering that, unless you come here often, you wouldn’t know where it is.”

If looks could kill, Jimin would have been dead the moment he walked through that door.

“Baby, please let me explain—” Jimin tries, eyes pleading.

You scoff. “Please. Go ahead. Explain.”

He hesitates, withholding his words.

“Go on,” you sneer, taking a sip from your wine glass. “Don’t keep a woman waiting.”

Jimin stressfully runs his hands through his hair and after a moment of tense silence, he caves. “It was never my intention to cheat on you,” he mutters softly, unable to meet your eyes. “It was a few weeks ago, on a Friday night. You had been on call again for the nth time that month and I know the hospital needs you, and I understand that, but I- I just got so lonely, Y/N.”

You’re leaning against the counter, absorbing his words. While on the outside it seemed that you were ready to drop him without a second glance, you were still heartbroken. You had given this man your soul, your mind, your spirit— and you feel like he just threw it all away.

“So I went to a club with Tae and Hobi that night,” he continues shakily, “and got quite drunk at the bar. Then Hobi-hyung pulled me onto the dance floor and I was just there, mindlessly moving my body around. Everything seemed like a blur up to that point because I was so wasted.”

“Get to the point,” you snap sharply, internally wincing at the harshness of your voice. You watch Jimin flinch and he swallows audibly.

“Right. So I was dancing in a haze, and this— that woman you saw, she came up to me and in my drunken mind, she looked exactly like you.”

He takes a step toward you, his eyes misty. “S-so I thought you were there, at the club, and I just kissed her. I-I kissed her and—”

Jimin pauses, guilt crowding his expression.

“I slept with her.”

Your heart promptly shatters in the cavern of your chest.

There’s a quiet ringing in your ears and all you can see is red and grey. Jimin’s voice, the rest of his explanation— it all fades out and you’re left with your own trembling thoughts, your own inner demons. They laugh at you, mock you, echoing the same phrases and questions over and over and over.

You’re not enough for him, they scoff. Look at him. He’s so beautiful. So kind. So loving, caring, generous— he’s the golden standard. And all you do is slave away for patients at a hospital every week. How pathetic.

Your breath comes in deep, shallow gasps, and you close your eyes, willing the demons to go away.

No wonder he went to some random girl at a club that night, they continue to sneer. When was the last time the two of you spent time together? When was the last time you two had sex? Think about it, Y/N. How stupid are you to think that a Jimin would wait for you to fulfill his needs? He’s a man, Y/N. Did you forget? Or are you just stupid?

Stupid.

Idiotic.

Foolish.

You feel as if you’re drowning in a lake— a deep, never ending lake, and the water is pulling you down. Your demons are pulling you down and you try to fight it, you really do, but the water’s so cold and you’re just so tired.

Wait.

No.

None of this was your fault.

The two of you knew it was going to be hard from the beginning. With you as a resident doctor and him as a shop owner, your schedules were bound to clash and overlap.

Both you and Jimin had to maintain respect and loyalty to the other, no matter how hard, how painful, how lonely it got through your journey together. It was a mutual understanding that the two of you had to maintain in order for this relationship to work.

No.

It wasn’t your fault at all.

You did your best. You spent as much time with him as you could, even though you had night shifts in the ICU and had emergency pages in the middle of sex. You gave your relationship the most that you could, loving Jimin with your entire heart, soul, body, and mind. You are not to blame.

He is.

Your head breaks through the surface of the water and you gasp for air, lungs burning. The cold air of the lake fills your lungs and cries in relief.

Suddenly, Jimin’s voice is brought back to focus.

“Baby? Y/N? Are you okay? You’re shaking a bit, did you eat something bad—”

In one swift movement, you splash the remaining wine in your glass on Jimin’s face, dripping onto his crisp white dress shirt.

“Don’t”you hiss through your teeth, “call me your baby.”

Your ex stares back at you, disbelief in his eyes. There’s wine dripping off the tips of his hair, the bitter smell of alcohol permeating through the air. He watches your gaze turn hard and his heart sinks in the growing pit of his stomach. “Y/N—”

“I want you out,” you growl. “I want you out of this apartment, now. You can come back for your shit later, when I’m at work. Leave the key under the mat when you leave, and it better be there by the time I’m home.”

Jimin opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off again.

“Jimin,” you breathe, pinching the bridge of your nose, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

His eyes flare.

“No. We aren’t going to end like this. I’m not going to let you push me away just because I made a mistake—”

“And you’re paying for that mistake, Park Jimin,” you nearly shriek, your head throbbing. You jab a finger onto his chest. “If you really cared, if you really cared— really loved me, Jimin, you would have waited for me. You wouldn’t have cheated. You wouldn’t have slept with a random woman at a club, then proceed to keep her as a side piece for a few weeks. No.”

The man in front of you looks defeated as more words spew out of your mouth.

You sigh, dragging a hand down your face. “If you really loved me, respected me— you wouldn’t have done all the things you did. And if you knew me well enough, Jimin, you would’ve known that I don’t forgive cheaters that easily”

He meets your eyes.

“Besides,” you whisper, the aching in your chest growing more prominent, “you only lose the things you don’t care about.”

#btscreatorscorner #btsgoldnet #bangtanhq #btswritingcafe #bangtanfairygarden #sugacouture #w: ag #jimin angst #jimin ff #pjm

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sunseteyes · 3 years

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“kita kita” — i see you

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ STARRING: café bartender/teacher!shinsuke kita; student!gn!reader

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ THEMES: mutual pining, fluff, angst, very very slow burn

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ WORD COUNT: 4.5k words

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ SYNOPSIS: shinsuke found a stability in you, but will he be stable enough to insert himself in your life?

ㅤㅤ ↪︎ INTERMISSION: the meaning of “kita kita” is “i see you” in english and this is a part two of “mahal kita” — i love you. it’s your choice if you’d like to read that first, but i do suggest you should because it’s the reader’s point of view in this fic. after finishing this, i thought i shouldn’t make a part three to leave it as an open ending but if you want me to write i can always satisfy our kita shinsuke needs😌 anyway, have fun reading!! no need for tissues but be prepared to have your heart broken slowly :)))

shinsuke was used to having constant changes in his life, but it didn’t mean that he was pleased about all of them. he knew that change is inevitable, but to experience so much at such a short time, it makes him want to question fate itself, whether he just had bad luck all along.

“everything happens for a reason, shin.” says his grandmother one time when he was little, to which he could still remember up to this very day. he understood, he always has, since he knew the elderly have much better things to say than a child like him. and yet, he couldn’t seem to find a logic to that very phrase. how can something as simple as a bug flying to your face have a reason? why does everyone need a reason for everything?

he grew up asking those questions to himself, but never to other people. he simply observed them, minding his own business, making sure sure he does well in whatever he does.

that’s until he met you.

“may i ask for your order, please.”

shinsuke was the first to look at the other’s face, his eyes boring onto the way yours looked up to the menu, as if you were still choosing what you wanted to order, but you said nothing further, and it seems that you came alone at the same time.

“what could you suggest?” and then your gaze was suddenly on him. instantly, there was a glimmer that showed in your look, as if you had just washed your face and felt refreshed afterwards.

shinsuke thought you were beautiful.

“uh-” he pauses, not really used to a customer asking him that kind of question. although, since you were indeed a customer, he decided there was nothing wrong with suggesting to you something he thought you’d fit well with.

“a chocolate-chip frappe. if you don’t like it, you can tell me so i can suggest another one.”

you didn’t even contemplate it and merely shook your head no, offering a gentle smile whilst telling it was alright.

“oh! and uhm maybe size venti, please?” you say as you glance down, probably grabbing a bill to pay your order. though it was also a possibility that you didn’t like having to make contact with other people much, just like him. there were customers like that, apparently.

ever since, shinsuke had always seen you at the same time of the day, and that kind of change became a constant that he unconsciously expects daily, ordering the same drink, only changing it when he suggests something else. well, that’s until the moment you opened the glassed doors of the cafe, with someone.

“the usual choco-chip frappe, please.” a smile playing by your lips, just like you would any other time, but it was obvious that you were very much comfortable with the person you were with. then, you turn to your company, asking him, “how about you, tobio? are you buying?”

shinsuke watches, something that he think was the only thing he could do as you talked to the other man named tobio. he wasn’t eavesdropping, he’s merely observing the way you two converse. may it have been because of his mere curiosity or not, he wasn't; he tries to keep calling himself out when he thinks that you might have caught him staring, and he first thought that you had indeed done so. that day, you still waved goodbye to him when you went out with tobio, and that’s only when he was certain that he was safe, but from what? why was he acting and thinking weird?

and he couldn’t talk about it to his grandmother openly. there was an unknown nagging feeling inside of him that tells him he shouldn’t. yet, he was proven guilty the moment his grandmother noticed him, no matter how hard he tried to pretend that his mind wasn’t as messy as it usually was, that he was the same as usual.

“is something the matter, shin?”

shinsuke talked to his grandmother about how he felt throughout the day, what had occurred, and what was occurring. the words that came out of her chapped lips bore itself in his mind that he still couldn’t forget it to this very day.

“you must really like them, for you to feel that way.”

like? shinsuke could admit that you stood out above any other customer he had encountered throughout the days of his job as a cafe bartender. he might have liked you as a person, but he was not that dense to not think of his grandmother’s words to be different than that idea.

shinsuke wanted to talk to you, he liked talking to you. and yet, the only times he could were when you come up to him to say your order and when he tells you of a new special or additional to the menu, which doesn’t even happen often, most probably every month or any special event such as new years, valentines, and so on. for short, he doesn’t even speak to you that often.

so how in the world will he like you in the way that his grandmother implied? maybe he was just daydreaming and she didn't mean it that way?

“shinsuke-san?”

he awoke from his own thoughts, the very figure of the subject of them standing in front of him, with the bar separating the two of you. he has you on arm’s length, and almost in an instant, his mind turned blank.

which is very unusual.

“do you mind if i could order a cinnamon bun for take out? i feel like i’ve been craving a lot today so i’m going to eat one on the way home.”

he still listened to you, he did, but his eyes were dropped to the sides of your face; your cheekbones porturded in a cutest way possible, and shinsuke had to tear himself away to punch in your order, packing the best pastry that was on display and before you could even hand in your payment, shinsuke spoke.

“it’s on me.” and do believe him if he ever said that he was also surprised himself.”think of it as a thank you for being a regular here.” it was a good thing that he didn’t seem to show much emotion and held on his straight face. shinsuke had never expected to ever hear himself like he would in this very situation. what was that word again? flirting? a friend of his said he was bad at it, and he was relieved that that fact helped him this time.

“oh, really?’ the smile wasn’t on your face anymore, but you didn’t look disappointed or uncomfortable. instead, shinsuke thinks you even looked flustered. “u-uh-are you sure? i don’t think it’s right for me to-”

“it’s alright,” he says, “if you’re uncomfortable with it, like i said, think of it as a way of thanking you for always coming here, or a prize, take it as you may.”

the pondering crosses your face for a long time, at least for him. he watches as you bite your lip in uncertainty and hesitantly pull your hand back to your sides, keeping the money back in your purse.

when you shyly hold up your hands again to take the drink, a ghost of a smile crosses his face when your fingers touch, even for just a second or two.

and that’s when he realized, the moment you slowly walked towards the door, offering a shy but cute smile before doing so, that maybe, you liked him too.

shisuke knew not to expect what he gives, and it eventually became the same for you, but unlike other people, he found it difficult when it came to you.

still, life goes on.

“kita! i found a new job for you!”

when he heard reon, his friend said that shinsuke's heart skipped a beat. his reaction was far from what he would expect way before when he was so desperate to find a job other than the current one. for months, he had been trying to, but why was he hesitating now? it’s not like he’d rather work as a bartender than the job that he had studied for. why now?

“where is it?” he inquired, unfocused and almost uninterested.

“remember the school that i just got in to substitute the counsellor? one of the professors backed out and i instantly referred you to the position! plus, it’s your favorite subject too, isn’t that nice? it’s like it’s fated for you.”

if anyone else was listening to the call, they would either see or comment about how unresponsive shinsuke was, yet at the same time, anyone who knows him already expects this side of him. unbeknownst to them, he was feeling the same thing as others perceive it to be.

“yeah,” he says, trying to not think of the nagging thoughts that much, persuading himself in his mind why such an opportunity should not be taken for granted.

“i’ll come by later, do you think it’s alright?” he says, making his way towards his room and grabbing a jacket to wear for the day, making sure that he looks appropriate enough to go to the university. after all, the school that reon is currently at is a private institution and even if it wasn’t it is disrespectful of shinsuke to not fix himself before presenting or introducing himself to see the premises and his co-workers, just to see the surroundings and all of that, basically inspecting if he’d be comfortable going to work there.

and guess who he found the moment he was done being toured by reon himself, on his way towards the faculty where he was supposed to see the teacher who he’d replace.

when he saw you, you had bumped into someone and then you just… froze, as if you had seen a ghost; pale, unresponsive, a look of shock and horror in your face, and a lost look in your eyes that he had never seen before. . and when he came over to check on you, he kept calling, but you didn’t answer, merely keeping your eyes on an area far away, as if your mind had separated from your body--or maybe it was your soul, but he knew that would be impossible. you had just bumped into someone, it’s not as if you had suffered from a fatal injury, did you?

that moment and day bothered him, much to the point that he failed to realize that it was the very first time you two had a proper conversation that was out of his work, and not related to it. however, shinsuke was not dumb. he eventually got to realize everything when he struck another one the next day you came to the cafe, on a weekend at most.

“you’re here.” he says, which was then followed with, “how have you been?”

the sight of your smiling face greets him once again, but he could tell just by the bags under your eyes, and the slight tension on your expression that what anyone else could see outside is far more different than the feelings that you’re probably feeling inside.

“i’ve been great, i slept a lot too.” so obviously, he saw the lie in your words, but he didn’t speak of it.

which is very unusual.

“can i order the same thing please? i’ll be staying here the whole day so can you also add a cheesecake, perhaps?”

cheesecakes, another rare thing for you to order. actually, it’s not really that rare, for you do order it every once in a while. yet one thing that shinsuke knows is that a sign of your ordering cheesecakes is not a good sign.

because whenever you do that, it means that you’re stressed.

quizzes, midterm exams, final exams, thesis projects, shinsuke knew that whenever the word cheesecake comes out of your lips, it meant that there’s something that you needed to do, and in order for you to distract yourself even for just a tiny bit, you don’t order a cinnamon bun. you order something sweeter, but not that sweet, one that is fluffier and easy to bite, no need for even a knife to cut it down to pieces.

of course, he knew.

“are you taking an exam?” he inquires, his curiosity banging out of the window that it’s difficult for even a cool-headed person like shinsuke to handle.

“oh, yeah, i will.” you answered, knitted brows and somehow a small, unsure smile, your eyes dropped down, as if you were trying to hide them from him. “i’m taking an entrance exam for a new school.”

that moment, shinsuke knew it was all too late--he was too late.

“an entrance exam?” he questions, appalled, “are you… going somewhere?

“yes,” you answered, “me and my brother are going to where my mother is.”

“is it far?” shinsuke should stop, he knew that he should. this is a personal matter, what does he have to do with your decisions in life?

“hmm, quite.” you say, twiddling your fingers, “uh, i’m going to go to the table now.”

the curve on your lips were still the same, even if you seemed to have tried to widen them for a tinge, as if it would assure him of something that you clearly had no idea of--something that shinsuke still haven’t told you about.

“i love you”

when you said those words to him yesterday, he didn’t believe it. practically, you have never known him; how could you love him by just merely being a regular customer of his?

he didn’t ask you again, and he thought this kind of sudden change would be something he’ll just go through.

and he thought wrong.

“shinsuke-san?” like before, he felt that familiar tingling at the tips of his fingers the moment he heard you call his name and when he was able to see your face. however, it all loses by its own when you still showed the same kind of expression you had last time; a melancholy look that he thought never fitted on your face, and he was actually willing to do anything to help you lose that kind of expression, but he knows his capabilities are not on par with your situation especially when he doesn’t know much about it. what he didn’t expect, is that he will sooner do, and that soon was today.

“do you mind if i could treat you to a drink? uhm- what flavor would you like?”

“no, it’s alright-”

“i insist,” you say, determination swimming in the intensity in the irides of your eyes, and it made it difficult for shinsuke to deny you further.

“okay, but why?” he questions, and he saw how your eyes changed in almost a n instant, as if realizing what you had gotten yourself into only now.

you avoided his gaze, but you were able to speak up after a couple of seconds of contemplation, “i want to talk to you, if that’s alright, that is.”

usually, shinsuke doesn’t accept anyone who tries to get him alone. of course, there will be customers who would notice him and try to get his attention, but he immediately turns them down. it doesn’t even matter if they're regular or not, but it will only get difficult on both sides if he drags on to it a little bit longer. for him, he believes that even if the truth is harsh, he’d rather do or say it than lie or hide something.

with you, it’s different. everything’s different.

and he thinks he knows why.

“okay, sure.” he replies, sounding rather unbothered, which he is, in a way, but it’s not as if he didn’t care about it, he just knew what he wanted to answer.

your reaction, though, despite shinsuke not seeing it directly since he was preparing himself to get off of his shift and he'd consider this as the last order he’ll take--well there was a smile that threatened to plaaster itself on his lips, but he was able to hide it, thankfully. if he wasn’t able to, you may have found it weird.

and why is he thinking of what you would think again?

“i have to change from my uniform, do you mind waiting for me?”

“oh, sure, no problem. i’ll just wait for you outside.” you say, then taking the beverages that you ordered for the two of you and proceeded to do what you said. shinsuke watches before he instantly does the same, not before asking permission to his boss, who is also a friend of his. after all, he only planned working for a short time and apparently his friend has a newly-built cafe that needed a couple of workers.

“osamu, do you mind if i go early? there are not many customers anyway, i will just be around if you need me.” he states, earning the attention of the boy, who didn’t seem appalled, but it might have been with the way he is not also a showy type of person, much like shinsuke himself.

“fine by me, i can cover for you.” osamu says, “did anything come up?”

shinsuke wasn’t used to leaving job early, for he doesn’t have anything to do afterwards other than look after his grandmother. thus, he wasn’t even surprised that osamu was asking him a question like that.

“nothing, i’ll just be talking to someone.” shinsuke says, removing his apron and stepping towards his locker to sooner change into casual clothes. unexpectedly, osamu follows him, leaning to one of the lockers, crossing his arms there.

“is it the regular that likes you?”

shinsuke turns to the other, sending him a look, “they don’t,”

osamu scoffs, “now that you’re resigning here, i doubt that they will come to the cafe after you’re gone.”

“i doubt that too,” shinsuke says, “they’re going to go far away before i can even resign.”

the other doesn’t reply, but it was obvious that he was watching shinsuke’s expression like a hawk, trying to see any unusuality that might stand out.

eventually, he had left osamu inside the cafe and went to where you were, sitting by the cafe’s patio, sipping on your usual choco-chip frappe, your eyes focused on the road, watching the car in a sense of peace that shinsuke finds himself with whenever he also stares at nature, thinking of nothing but how beautiful the world could be.

shinsuke didn’t want to disturb that calmness, and he even tried silently pulling the chair from your same table, but you immediately pulled yourself from your trance and turned his way.

“you’re here,” you smiled, “you look good on casual clothes, “shinsuke-san.”

shinsuke, as someone who usually didn’t mind compliments, furrows his brows, looking down before replying with “thank you, you didn’t have to.”

now that he was beside you, shinsuke found himself lost with what he was about to say. he usually knows these things in an instant, his mind aligned with his mind and each and every muscle of his body, but unfortunately for him, with how much he wanted to bring up, the connection was in tangles.

until you spoke up.

“thank you for accepting my offer, i’m sure you found it weird to have a customer treat you to a drink in exchange of talking to you. though i’m also sure that others have tried it too, did they?”

“there were customers who tried,” shinsuke replies in an instant, his brain starting to work its mechanisms once again, connecting its gears as fast as a lightning bolt. “-but i never really accepted their offers. this is the first time that i accepted this kind of offer.” he answered truthfully, clearly recalling the circumstances of the past few months, confirming his statement to himself.

“oh-” you were silent for awhile, merely looking at him with a distinct expression that he cannot fathom whether you were observing him or you were just thinking of something to say back. “-then why did you accept mine?”

shinsuke paused, but he recovered almost immediately. “i don’t know,” he says, shrugging his shoulders, “-it’s alright when it’s you.”

again, you had this look that he cannot describe; eyes narrowed by a tiny bit, lips shut tight and pressed together, not moving by the slightest, and even to the point that he thinks you’re not breathing.

“why? is there something wrong?”

“do you remember what i told you the day you went to our school, shinsuke-san?” instead of answering his question, you responded with one more, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing why you were giving such a look. although, that thought was eventually removed from his mind when his memory bank brings him back to the scene that you were referring to, your voice echoing on the back of his head towards his attention, reminded of the words that you proclaimed to him bravely that day.

“i do,” he says, “you told me you love me.”

love; such a foreign word in shinsuke’s tongue, one word he rarely says, except for his grandmother, the only person aside from his parents that he was comfortable saying those three words freely, not that he had ever tried it to anyone else aside from his family. his love life is not something that he had ever put priority on due to the fact that it was not that important for him right now. don’t get him wrong, he still wanted to marry someone when he was ready and when he found them, but for now, he was putting that to the sides to build up their financial stability, and he was beginning to save up for his future as well, just from his extra savings that was not allotted to anything important.

love had never come to mind, until lately, when you came and said those words to him, as if lighting a spark inside of him, as if reminding his mind of the word “love,” and how it can be used for other people as well, not just to his blood relatives. he loved his friends, but he never told them, he found there was no need for it. when you told it to him, his heart reacted faster than his mind, thumping like a crazy highschooler crushing on someone that he had never been when he was that age. the more he thought about it though, he convinced himself that it was a mere admiration, one that didn’t cross the line of the “love” that couples say to each other, or when someone is professing their feelings to another that they bore those feelings on.

despite it all, he wasn’t convinced of that idea himself.

“do you?” shinsuke was curious, he had always been curious if what he thought was right, or if he wasn’t he was curious if you really loved him in a way that made you see him as a person, and not just of an outside appearance that he never bothered throughout his years. though he was also curious as to how? how could you love him like that when you never really talked to him a lot, saw him a lot, and even heard him a lot? how was it possible for someone like you to harbour feelings for someone like him; a mere cafe bartender you were a regular customer of?

“i do,” you say, gazing at him with a certain calmness in your face, before then turning away, towards the same road you had been watching earlier, the gentle wind along with the fresh air passing by your forms.

and after an intake of air, you spoke again.

“when we first met, you saw me.” your eyes were glanced over at one of the people that were crossing the road, watching them as if you were trying to mentally protect them as they were in the process of doing what they were doing. you had no idea what you were saying, and was letting out what you needed to say, and apparently, this is the topic that your mind wanted to talk about. you never have talked like this to anyone, and for you to act like this with someone you barely were a friend of. how you do it is something you’ll think about after this situation.

for now, you’re going with the flow of the words that slips out of your lips.

whether you’d regret it or not depends on the future and the future alone.

“i know this might be a little silly, but remember when i asked you what flavor you’d like to suggest? i was new to the cafe so i asked that question. i never expected to like the flavor, but i eventually did. although, that’s not really what made me a regular in the cafe.”

you met his eyes then, giving him the most genuine look you could muster. “i saw how you treated one of the elderly customers and you guided them through even if it almost took you more than usual. i even doubt you were annoyed even if you didn’t show much emotion, shinsuke-san.”

“by that reason, i saw you were a good person, through and through, and i commend you for that, you know?”

you chuckled, almost to yourself, “you kind of reminded me of my brother. he was a very kind person who always prioritized me and my parents above everyone, even as to giving up his dream job here to work and do something else to another place.”

shinsuke listened. he listened intently, not because he thought he should, but this was the answer he was looking for, yearning for.

so it must be the reason why his heart was pounding like this, then.

right?

was that reason enough? will it suffice?

“so thank you, shinsuke-san, for being an inspiration. i’ll always love you, no matter how little i know of that phrase and you yourself.’

that conversation with you stuck to his head for as long as he could remember. days passed by and weeks did, even until he got the job that ojiro referred him to, everything passed by like a blur without you in it.

he thought the answer he had been waiting for was answerable when you finally talked to him, thinking they must have lied there in between your words and sentences, but they weren’t.

“what? you mean (y/n) sugawara? their brother is the same teacher who resigned for the same position you got, shin.”

how naive of him to think that way--to think that only you had this feeling named “love” towards the other. because now, he could only suffer from the consequences of not being able to see those feelings that he himself harboured--the same kind that you had for him.

“i love you too,” he should have said that very day you confessed.

but it was all too late.

#shinsuke kita #kita x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #kita x you

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SFW alphabet for Joe Bang

I’ve actually been working on this bad boy for a while now. Surprisingly, some of these were pretty hard to write and required some thinking...

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warning: mention of explosives and sex

A= Affectionate (How affectionate are they?)

He’s super affectionate all the time with you. He calls you ‘baby doll’ or ‘sweet thang’. He’s a believer in PDA and always has an arm around you (it’s probably more of a possessive thing than anything else).

B= Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You’d kinda already be dating before either one of you asks the question. You were introduced by a mutual and hit it off - before you knew it you were going on car rides in the middle of the night or drinking together at Duck Tape. No matter what, though, if someone asks, Joe will tell them it was love at first sight.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Joe really loves his cuddles on the couch. He enjoys having you either laying on top of him or snuggled into his side while watching TV. He also doesn’t care if he’s the little spoon.

He doesn’t really care if there are other people around either. Joe will just pull you down with him or tug you closer mid-conversation.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does his fair share of the work without complaining. He comes from a big enough family, so cleaning and cooking comes naturally to him. That being said, his cooking does leave much to be desired seeing as hard-boiling eggs is his only forte...

At the beginning of your relationship, you kept sleeping over at each other’s places so it was the obvious decision to move in with him. You help with yardwork and maintenance.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He doesn’t seem like the type to end things unless its really bad or if there’s no way around it (like you got a job far away). In all honesty, you’d probably leave him.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take a while - you’d have to be together for almost a decade before he even thinks about it. Either way, he likes things the way they are and doesn’t feel the need to hurry anything up. It kinda already feels like you’re already married.

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Joe, to put it kindly, is rough around the edges. He’s soft and careful one moment and acting tough the next. That being said, he knows his own strength and always makes sure that he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He may act nonchalant about it, but everyone can tell he treats you differently than everyone else.

In terms of emotions, he’s not the one you want to go to for a heart to heart. That’s not to say he can’t have one, it’s just that he doesn’t like it when conversations get too serious.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s a one-armed hug kind of guy, especially in public. He’s not much of a hugger.

Joe also really, really loves it when you hug him from behind - his face lights up and he smiles when you poke your head from under his arm.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A few months - a year at the most - will go by before he says anything. When he does say it, it’ll be out of the blue. You’ll probably be out on his porch drinking beer and talking. Joe would just pause and turn to you as he says it. It might also be while you’re causing some mischief or doing something wild.

Joe shows his love through action and presumes you already know.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Joe gets jealous very easily. If the two of you are out and he sees someone getting a little too close to you, he’ll come up from behind with his arm around your waist or back. He’ll either divert your attention to him by whispering some nonsensical jokes in your ear to make you giggle or tell you that something’s happening and you should come with. Near the beginning of your relationship, Joe might’ve been quick to try and show off (if it worked, you’d never tell).

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joe is an all or nothing kind of guy. If you try to be cute by kissing him on the cheek, he’ll pull you to him and tell you that you hit the wrong target. That being said, he really loves it when you kiss him on the cheek - there’s just something about it that makes him feel fuzzy inside.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids love him, but their parents don’t. Since he’s on the same wavelength as a five-year old, it’s easy for him to connect with children. The problem is, leave them alone for half a minute and he’s trying to teach them how to light a match or make a molotov. All that being said, he doesn’t want his own kids. They’re too much of a hassle and he doesn’t think he could ever settle down like that.

M= Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s super open about somethings and super not about others. His family, for example, is something that he’s fine talking about and does it often. But any trauma or bad memories are things he doesn’t want to dwell on.

The first time that you did have a long heart-to-heart was on the porch of Duck Tape while drinking. The two of you were just leaning against the railing, looking at the stars, talking about this and that. Something about the air that night made it feel as though that you were the only ones in the world, so he was a lot more open than usual.

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Unless he’s in a hurry for whatever reason or just got up on the wrong side of the bed, he’s pretty chill. When he does get annoyed, he tries hard to not direct it at you, but that doesn’t always work out. That being said, you almost never fight. You’ve built up a steady rhythm and have learned how to spot the tells when one of you is not doing too good.

If he drops something or is tired, I would not suggest helping him out. He’s just fine and what ever it is, it’s nothing a few curse words can’t fix.

Q= Quizzes (Who much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

His memory is surprisingly good. It’s not the best (selective even), but not ban considering. He doesn’t remember every little thing by a long shot, but he does pay attention.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you took him to a tattoo parlor to get matching tattoos as a surprise or when the two of you went on an impromptu road-trip and got lost.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Joe is super protective, especially at the beginning of your relationship. As a big brother and being slightly stronger than the average man, he feels somewhat responsible for your safety. He can get aggressive if he needs to, but he tries not to, especially when you’re around. That doesn’t always work of course and you might have to keep some band-aids in the glove compartment...

Your presence alone is all he needs. As long as he knows that he can fall back into your arms, he’s fine. You don’t have to do anything - in fact just setting his eyes on you has helped him more times than you realize.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When it comes to gift giving, he’s not very good. Like at all. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, but let’s just say that his brothers should be the last people he needs to go to for brainstorming...

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Those damn eggs. Also, he thinks it’s funny when he tries to kiss you while he’s all sweaty from working out.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

He’s pretty confident in his looks and definitely thinks that his tattoos make him look sexy.

Joe loves it when you dress up for him - it makes him feel special. Besides that, though, he thinks that you can wear whatever you want to.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He might not at first, but that changes pretty quickly once he realizes that you’re already pulling out of the driveway. Even if you’re gone for one night, please call him. He’ll be eying his phone all day.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s both spontaneous and not. Joe likes doing things for the sake of doing things, but if you’re planning on doing something, he likes to make sure that there’s an agenda. It can be super short, sweet and simple, he just needs to know that everyone’s on the right page. You don’t even need to tell him what it is half the time, just that it exists.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He likes people who are smart and have personality. Joe doesn’t really understand why anyone would want to change themselves for others.

He also doesn’t appreciate having his food taken...

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

He snores pretty loud and has a bad tendency to steal the blankets. Besides that, he doesn’t move around a lot and sleeps like a log.

Please send me any and all constructive feedback as well as requests! I love seeing your comments as well! Side note, I just started watching Hotel Splendide with Daniel Craig and Toni Collette. It’s good but I don’t think Craig and yoga do well together... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this and, as always, see you in the next one!

- Simpy

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hiii in celebration of AUctober, what are some of your fav solangelo AUs?

Anonymous said to solange-lol:

Hi! Kinda a random question: do you have any favorite riordanverse fanfics that you’d suggest reading? I’m looking for ones to read, but I’ve been having trouble finding new ones! Thanks!

rec list #1 | rec list #2

all recs can be found under the tag ‘lizs solangelo fic recs’ on my blog!

technically its past auctober now, but better late then never to drop my third solangelo rec list!! especially considering the state of the world rn ... lets just say its a celebration of me actually participating in sw for the first time in a while

rec under cut as always!! its not all aus but its the count that thots

Find Another Place to Stay by @unwieldyink

personally i think breakup fics are incredibly underrated, and i also think annie is incredibly underrated, so enjoy ur little cry if you read this one (tw // violence in this one)

Hershey’s kiss by @unwieldyink

we love a godswap!! it’s actually been a while since ive read this one and i reread this while making this rec list and can i just say that zeus!nico and hermes!will are both such valid concepts and this just has a rly good dynamic to it

Actors by @buoyantsaturn

i could talk about this fic for hours but lets just say ao3 has told me ive visted this fic 40 times. im not kidding. fake dating is just a godtier trope

start of something new by jinniefic

if you know me, you know that i fricken LOVE high school musical, and this is literally just the start of the first movie but solangelo and honestly a little more iconic please read even if ur not a hsm fan

paper/plastic by @rosyredlipstick

the fact that this is from 2018 and took this long to get into my rec list is tragic because i think about this fic a lot... a lot. mortal au. very chill, strangers to lovers, very good vibes, will be rereading soon (everything rosy writes is amazing we already knew this)

10:37pm by @buoyantsaturn

surprise another cj fic! fun fact she debated with us for a good half hour about what to title this fic so go read it so you can tell her you like the name (and the fic itself... its a very good fic) (tw // alchohol and drug use for this one)

Sunflower by ChiseHatori

3 days in the infirmary is probably the easiest trope u can find in the solangelo tag but i have to say this one really made me soft just bc it feels a lot more in character than some of the others ive read, and it basically picks up right where they ended in the books

Will You, or Will You Not? by @thebluesideofmyworld

marriage fics... also very soft. just boys bein boys. dual engagements. mortal au. all that good stuff vv soft i loved it

let your heart win by @justanothervampiregirl

this one is short but its also probably one of the most in character fics ive ever read and i really like this style of writing mixed with canon compliance so :)

The Magic of Naomi Solace by Sweetymomo

naomi solace, underratted legend. i aspire to have her relationship with will. lots of familial background if you like that!! and its set at a bnb!!

forget all the shooting stars and silver moons by itotallyreadthatbook

when i saw this in the tag i was SO excited bc we love high school aus here and it was!! very good indeed!! this trope is one ive never seen before and i recommend 10/10 good banter

They won’t always live by Phantomxlegend

will overworking himself and coping with loss always makes me :(( so if ur okay with some will angst then buckle up

“I am fully capable of kicking your ass” by @unwieldyink

i remember i saw the email notification for this one and immediately was like yup absolutely im in and it 100% lives up to its title we love capture the flag solangelo

the night we met by peachyytomlinson

a lil ooc but also very angsty and did make me emotional when i read this late at night. i think i wrote something similar a while back but i just aaaaa will angst man

“look how hard i can cry FWSHHH” by @buoyantsaturn

call me biased bc i like to claim that i originated the idea of demeter!will and cj dedicated this fic to me but like BRO its so soft and i love it here nico leave the plants along challenge failed

femboy hooters, or the time percy jackson failed to keep a secret by luciethebean

its all fun and games until the fic turns out to genuinely be really good. like, yes the title is exactly what you think it is but it doesnt matter bc its so fricken well written im^@*#&(*)($_$#&^@$(@*)* yeah

Of Ties and Significant Annoyances by seokjinvilla (@thechampagnecocainegasoline)

we dont support jkr in this household but what we do support is this bc this plot is genius and i love it

everything’s going swimmingly by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

fun fact i posed the idea of a sports/team prompt to the sw mod crew literally just so someone would pull through and write a swim au and ethan DID without even knowing. i love them and their writing style is so !!!! please read it

when you smile (the whole world stops) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

another ethan fic!! this is the perfect fic for a rough day where u just want some cuddles bc thats literally the plot of the fic. i love this one with my entire heart its very fluffy 10/10 do reccomend

pumpkin spice (i hate it, it's not nice) (ok maybe it's a little nice) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

ethan fic part 3!! bc i binge read these all in one night!! literally again their writing style is so amazing and the witty banter!!!! also we love a retail bookstore au

Burnt Plastic (and Other Bad Ideas) by More_of_This

so this one isnt exactly romantically solangelo but it is hilarious in my opinion and i absolutely adore well written college aus and while i know nothing about college this fic is so funny to me (if you read the tags there is, in fact, a raccoon involved) (tw // drinking for this one)

all because you kissed me goodnight by @buoyantsaturn

i have been WAITING for a mortal counselors au and im sure theres some out there already but y’all already know im a cj stan! lots of slowburn, friends to lovers, coworkers, all the good stuff (and i named this one and offered cj a lot of materials from my own camp so this one especially hits!! i reccomend for those good ol summer vibes!!) (tw // drinking for this one)

Waiting With You by @buoyantsaturn

oh boy buckle up if u want an angst ride because this fic tore me apart. i keep threatning cj with “dont pull another waiting with you”. that being said, very much feels like a movie while youre reading it, very fluffy in the middle, we love mutual pining.

Little Italian Boy by @buoyantsaturn

stream little italian boy by grace gilmore. youll get it. thats it.

The Clues by @thebluesideofmyworld

secret dating when done well is legit one of my favorite tropes of all time and this!!! this!!!!!!!!! its outsiders perspective also which is another one of my favorite tropes, and just little views on nicos life and i love it

So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) by @buoyantsaturn

will solace, sponsered by kitkats, cj edition

no but if you read tower of nero you’ll really like this missing pieces pre-ton fic this is a really soft little fic with a bunch of easter eggs from the book in it, so i highly recommend! if you havent read ton yet and are still avoiding spoilers, come back to this one!

reaching for the sun (you, you, you) by moonswords (@tortadelimao)

i just read this one about 2 hours ago for the first time and i am Still thinking about it. its like the getting together that i literally feel like is canon and the vibes are Immaculate (also william “what about me looks straight” solace)

“Are we on a date right now?” by @unwieldyink

overworked will, nico helping out in the infirmary, first dates & hikes, canon compliant, we love to see it (also its an annie fic so ur required by law to read it)

Outrunning karma by Phantomxlgend

more will angst! featuring angry overworked will!

Everlasting Ring by minyoongurt (@blueblackslowtown)

i was Very excited when i read the summary of this one, and i think minyoongurt did a really good job!! healer will, injured nico, the whole dynamic. also i love the idea of nico only knowing “thank you” “go away” and “fuck you” in sign language. im pretty sure thats canon

The Little Thing by Rainbow_Mess

i belive this is also a pre-toa fic thats just exploring all the stuff we found out about will in ton and its very short and sweet :)

and of course, a few of my recent works for your consideration

who is he (and what is he to you?)

just doing my silly little tasks

i don’t need three bars to tell me we’re meant to connect

truly, madly, deeply

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