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#Here is another gif I have in my drafts#that I never uploaded#This was around the time#I was still learning color grading#and as you can over how suckish it looked#i never uploaded it#but now I decided#fuck it#lets share it#I love the gif but the colors can die#convin gifs#as alway#I also love how Connor manhandles Gavin like that#I think it's really hot#HAHA JK#it's their weird sense of foreplay#anyway into the actual tags#dbh connor#connor rk800#gavin reed#dbh gavin#detroit become human#dbh#convin
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JAM OUT - twenty-five! submissive hoon??
synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?
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WARNING: mentions of sex/intercourse and sexual jokes here. do read with caution. oof and this is quite a lot of angst so umm yeah👍🏻 I really channeled something while writing this😬
jay knocks on your bedroom door and you opened it.
“ready to go?” you eyed him up and down.
“why are you wearing like you’re about to go to a fucking club?” you questioned the boy.
“because that’s park jongseong for you.” sunghoon says as he appears from around the corner. jay shoves sunghoon and they both start bickering.
“yah yah, can you both idiots not fight? ni-ki is asleep.” you point to your bed. both boys look between you and the younger boy.
“did you two-” smack. you hit sunghoon’s shoulder. he winces. jay hisses at the loud smack.
“what were you going to say, park sunghoon?” you gave him a creepy smile.
“n-nothing, mommy.” sunghoon says. you rolled your eyes.
“dude, what the fuck.” jay gags.
“ignore him, he likes being submissive.”
“nah, did you two fu-”
“sext. we only sexually texted and it was years ago.”
“it was 4 years ago, okay.” sunghoon admits.
“so you’re telling me i’m the only one who hasn’t fooled around with you.” jay folds his arm.
“well, you don’t like me that way and besides, would you really wanna fool around with me when you adore my brother so much?”
“well…”
“you’re thinking about it. stop, jongseong.”
“look…you’re hot and well…”
“that’s what jake said.”
“how adorable.” jay deadpans. “listen, you still have to explain what the fuck is going on. you can’t just leave me and hoon out of this.”
“what about huening?” you say.
“huening is always clueless.”
“yeah, taehyun will fill him in. don’t worry.” jay says.
“fine, let’s go somewhere.” you walked away.
“where?” the boys followed you.
“somewhere quiet and somewhere no one knows about.”
“does it require a car?” jay asks. you looked at him.
“yeah.” jay jingles his car keys around.
“then let’s go.” he throws the keys to you and you caught it.
you drove the boys over to a secluded spot. they shut the door to the car and looked up at the building.
“are you sure, this is safe?” jay asks.
“yeah. just don’t fall in any hole.” you say.
“this is the part where I die.” sunghoon dramatically says.
“oh shut it, hoon. me and heeseung have done this a bunch of times.”
“heeseung hyung? is this spot yours and heeseung’s?” jay asks.
“yeah. we made this our meeting spot back then in high school. it’s a place where he could clear his mind off things and a place where I could run away and escape from reality.”
“and now…” sunghoon trails off.
“it’s left with bittersweet moments.” you say.
“bittersweet moments like? tell us more about how heeseung was back in high school with you. he didn’t always like telling stories about in the past. he says it’s too suckish and lame.” you laughed before settling down on a spot that you and heeseung always sat at.
the two boys sat down with you. you threw them beer cans.
“well, it does sound like heeseung.” you sighed. “i’ll tell you everything and how he was with me.”
back then, it was simple. you and heeseung have been very close. he was your best friend and will always be your best friend. until you caught feelings for him.
“i’ll be truly honest with you. i’ve known heeseung since middle school.” the boys gasp.
“tell us more about how was back in middle school. I think I can blackmail the shit out of him.” sunghoon smirks. you shook your head whilst laughing.
“sorry hoon, i’m saving myself from possibly getting murdered by him. he hated himself in middle school.”
“aww come on, just one photo.” sunghoon begs you.
“bro, please stop. it makes you look like a bottom.” jay says.
“well.” sunghoon pouts.
“for your info, sunghoon is in fact a bottom. he loves to be pegged.” you joked.
“NO I DON’T!” sunghoon yells.
both you and jay laughed.
“i’m kidding. now, let me continue with my story.” you say.
heeseung was like you said, your bestest friend. he has known you for so long and has known most of your secrets. ones that you’ve never told even jungwon. he treated you with such care back then and as time passed, heeseung starts to change.
“he wasn’t like himself. well, not entirely himself. I don’t know what happened and how he really changed into this fuckboy shit but it happened.”
when heeseung changed and became the fuckboy he was today…he started ignoring you. he didn’t care about what you did and never bothered to check up on you. it was like he was a robot. filled with no emotions. he lived his life without a care in the world when in fact he did care in the past.
“i know he may show care because he is with you guys but you guys don’t know how different he was in middle school as compared to now.”
while heeseung didn’t show care to you. your feelings have never changed, you tried to talk to him. get him to hang out with you but he only replied with “i’m busy.” or “sorry but this chick I’ve been talking to just texted and asked to meet up. sorry (name).”
it hurt you. it hurt you a lot to see the boy you fell in love with ignoring you just for a random hook up. which was why in college, you decided to possibly dress up more womanly. hence, you let that fateful day happened. you never regretted having sex with heeseung but a part of you did regret when he decided to go back to how he was the next day.
“I don’t know why it was so hard to fucking see that he will never like me that way.”
“then why did you let heeseung be your fwb?” sunghoon asks.
“because I love him.”
with heeseung randomly asking you to be friends-with-benefits, you thought of it on the bright side. at least, he admitted that you were the best person he had an intercourse with. which made you superior to the other sexual partners he had. you were ecstatic so you agreed. for a month and a half, both you and heeseung well had sex a lot of times (he had a high sex drive, which isn’t a surprise judging by the amount partners he had)
when it hit the 2nd month, you noticed heeseung (after the aftercare) texting and smiling on his phone so you curiously asked. he simply replies, “oh just some girl i’m talking to.” he gets his shirt and pants back on. “I’ll leave alright? need to meet up with her.” he smiles before closing your bedroom door. you were left there in shock.
“he wanted us to be exclusive and be loyal to each other but he started fucking around again. after having sex with me, he would leave to go on a date with someone else. I was so fucking upset.” tears began to fall. both sunghoon and jay turned to each other. jay wipes the tears falling from your eyes.
you hesitated to tell him because you knew he wouldn’t care. which was why you decided to fuck around with jake. which was obviously not a good plan because you only hurt yourself in the process (though jake is extremely nice). you knew heeseung would get mad especially knowing you two were exclusive but if he could go around with other girls…why couldn’t you do the same?
“i just wish we didn’t have sex in the first place so our friendship wouldn’t get fucked up. i most definitely wish I didn’t fall in love with him.” jay holds you close and so you cried on his chest. sunghoon gently caresses your back, to comfort you.
“fuck, we didn’t know it was this bad (name). we’re so sorry.”
“yeah. if it makes you feel any better, we could maybe put a distance between us and heeseung?” sunghoon suggests. you sniffled.
“no hoon, you guys are his friends. it’s not right for me to stop your friendship with him because of our problems.”
“(name), no. you don’t understand. he hurt you and you are our friend too. we aren’t going to side with someone who hurt our friend.” jay says.
“god, what did I do to deserve you guys.” you groaned. sunghoon snickers.
“we are your friends (name). we would do anything for you.”
“even if it means…decelis disbands.” jay says.
“decelis disbands…fuck, forgot we are in band.” you say.
“our fans are going to be sad.” sunghoon says.
“well, it’s better to disband then to you know continue.”
you hear footsteps walking towards you. then you noticed…it was heeseung. he was smiling and holding haerin’s hand. once he notices you were there along with sunghoon and jay…he pauses.
“(name).” heeseung says.
“you brought a girl to our spot?”
“yeah, we said we’d bring our significant other here eventually and well…me and haerin are dating.”
“heeseung, we promised to do that if we truly loved our partner.”
“yeah and I love haerin.” heeseung says. it fell silent. there was an obvious thick tension in the air and you hated it.
heeseung loved haerin?
jay notices how you were tearing up again. he clenches his fist before voicing out.
“dude, you caught us on the wrong time. I think it’s best if you leave.”
“what? no. it’s my secret spot too. it’s not just (name)’s.”
“well too bad, it’s not yours anymore so get the fuck out.”
“i’m (name)’s friend too.” heeseung says.
“not anymore. the moment you walked out of our house and moved. you aren’t our friend and most certainly not (name)’s friend anymore.” sunghoon glared at heeseung.
it was truly terrifying to see jay angry but sunghoon? god, it sent shivers down heeseung’s spine. he was ten times worse then jay.
“get the fuck out, now.” sunghoon sternly says. heeseung doesn’t say a word, too shocked at how they were speaking to him. jay cocks his brow and scoffs.
“better yet. how about you take this dump. since you’re such a piece of shit, we’ll get out of your way.” jay grabs your hand and pulls you away from the place.
“oh and clean up while you’re at it. at least be a decent human being since this is now your place.” sunghoon adds before he continues to follow you and jay out of the building.
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Tough
Rosa Diaz x teen daughter! reader
Warnings: none?
In which, Rosa comes down with a cold and the squad shoos her home but she refuses- so reader comes to the rescue
“You look like hell, Rosa.”
“I’m fine.” Rosa spat.
“No, you are not.” Jake continues. Rosa only rolled her eyes before resuming her work. “Lieu, would you please tell her she looks like crap.”
Jeffords turned around and said, “You look like crap.”
“I’m working.”
“You’re sick. Literally not one of us have seen you this pale.” Terry continues.
“At least take this.” Charles put a pill on her desk- an antihistamine.
“No.”
“Ha ha.” Amy quipped, “I called your daughter.”
“Amy, are you insane? Why would you do that?” Rosa laid back in her seat, “Why would you call my daughter over this?”
“Because out of everyone you know, I know you’d listen to her.” Amy shrugged.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“No, you are not.” Amy replies calmly, “Just go home and take it easy for the rest of the day.”
“But you might want to wait for your daughter to get here.” Holt’s voice cut through the room. “I do not think it is safe for you to make your own way home. She should be here in 16 minutes. Her school has let out for the day.”
“Whaaat? Still crazy to hear that.” Jake laughs.
“Get back to work.” Terry reminded, “Rosa stop doing your work.”
“Fine, whatever.” She gave up, saving the document onto her desktop then just laid back in her chair to wait for you.
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“Bye, Rosa.” Jake grins. Rosa grumbles, putting her jacket on while you went to press the lift button.
“You know, I love you but I don’t see how having you take a detour to go home with me will keep either of us safer.”
“Okay, but it did shut them up, didn’t it?”
Rosa chuckles, “Didn’t you have something on?”
“I did. But I decided not to go.”
“I’m a little afraid to ask, but why?”
“That’s a problem for another day. You just focus on resting today.” You told her.
“y/n.” She warned.
“The guy’s a douchebag.” You gave in, “Apparently he orders the most expensive thing on the menu then makes his date pay every time. And he doesn’t exactly take no for an answer, if you get what I mean.”
“Okay, that’s good- don’t ever feel like you need to go on dates because you don’t want to cancel on people.”
“I know.” You assured, “How are you feeling?”
“Never felt this sick in 10 years.” She snorted, “But, I bounce back quick.”
“That’d be right.” You stifled a laugh, “I’ll make us some soup when we get back- and you, take a shower and get into bed.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She joked, “I’m tough.”
“Oh, there’s no denying that.” You put an arm around her, and you see a tiny little smile tug on her lips, “You are tough. You’re a badass.”
“I mean, so are you, y’know?” She continues.
“Barely.”
“Please, you’re my daughter. I taught you everything you know. You’re a badass too, mamita.”
“Oh, boy we need to get you into bed.”
“y/n, I’m not trying to be funny.”
“You realise none of my dates have went well so far?”
“So? It’s not your fault the people who’ve tried to take you out are jerks or you just didn’t vibe with them.”
“Maybe I’m the problem.”
“No one’s perfect but you can’t say that because I see you as you are and I can confidently say you’re a good person.” Rosa spoke tiredly, “There are plenty of people in the city. You’ll meet someone before you know it.”
“You mean it?”
“Fuck do you mean? Of course I do.” She answered straightforwardly, “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Ah…I guess after three suckish dates in a row, my confidence has taken a hit. But thanks, Mom.”
The rest of your walk home was rather quiet with Rosa trying to keep warm in this chilly weather while her body temperature rose. So, once you both got home, you quickly turned the heat up so she would be more comfortable. “I’m gonna take a shower now, then I’m off to bed.”
“Good, you’d better. I’ll wake you up when the food’s done so you can eat some then take something for your fever.”
“Okay, honey.” Rosa rolled her eyes playfully, “Be careful.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I said that first.”
#rosa diaz x daughter reader#rosa diaz#reader insert#x reader#daughter reader#brooklyn nine nine#b99#fanfiction#alternative universe#au fanfiction#drabble#stephanie beatriz
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hi ess, i can’t help it but i always feel suckish whenever i come back after a hiatus :/ like all the friends i had here before are part of new groups now or there’s a feeling where i’ve sorta been replaced and i don’t really have the interactions levels i had before. it just feels awful but isk i notice that you always seem to have a decent amount of people who still interact with you whenever you end a hiatus. how do you do it?? what are your tips for not feeling this gross sucky feeling?
lmao i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox since august OF LAST YEAR and i’ve vaguely answered it here and there over the last few months with the intention of maybe one day giving you a real, proper answer but like
i genuinely don’t think i could sum it up any better than the last few tags from this post
alt text* + a longer, more in-depth answer below the cut!
building genuine connections and friendships with your mutuals is gonna mean so much more than only caring about them for their writing/muses if a sustainable friendship is what you’re looking for?? being able to have ic/dash/writing/rp interactions that vibe well and can pick up again after long periods of time is just a byproduct of being friends ooc, tbh.
but i mean... elaborating on that and to more specifically answer your second question, i would also say to set boundaries (if you haven’t already!!) or even healthier boundaries between yourself and being online, or between yourself and the people you write with. like if you’re feeling these feelings you describe of being replaced or, god FORBID, being jealous that people you thought were your friends are now... getting along better with other people or are doing what’s best for themselves and building spaces where they can be more comfortable.......... maybe you should reevaluate whether being in indie rp/writing space (which is very fluid and always subject to tons of new relationships or drifting-aparts) is the best space for you and your emotional/mental wellbeing.
tying it all together: when you view your mutuals only as transaction machines who are there to just write with you or talk about your muse(s)/plot(s) with you and you’re quantifying your relationships with your “friends” based on in-character things? especially if you’ve been the one gone for a while on hiatus and expect people to still want to connect with you (for ic things) on the same level when you return?? i’d very kindly ask you to reevaluate how you view and cultivate your rp space and expectations for it bc. that does not sound healthy NOR does it sound like a good time for anyone. in my very honest, very straightforward opinion.
also, if you’ve been on hiatus and not keeping in touch with anyone while you’ve been away, it’s normal for people to drift apart or lose connection for a little bit. how much are you willing to invest into rebuilding and re-sparking that friendship? if you haven’t even tried reaching out to people yet and are jumping to conclusions about being replaced (which, to an extent, could be valid), then i think you’re underestimating the effect even a “hi hello i missed being on here and missed you!” can do to kickstart that reconnecting process.
anyway i really hope this message somehow finds its way to you, anon, or that my two cents is of use to someone else who’s lurking but like. yeah. sending this out into the void and hoping it does what it needs to do!! message me off anon any time or just chat me up if we’re mutuals tbh. my discord is esscapekey#3726
anyway i really hope all of this isn’t just me blowing smoke up my own ass or sounding like i’m the know-it-all/fix-it-all go-to for this topic specifically bc i really am not but. best believe if u approach me and sincerely ask me for advice then yeah sure absolutely you bet i will do that to the best of my ability.
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@anon asking how to retain a community after being away or on hiatus for so long— this is how!!
develop genuine ooc friends with ur mutuals!!! care abt their interests off the dash and outside of their muses!!!
tbh if you only care about their muses it is not a sustainable friendship or writing relationship at all!!!! imho!!!!!
anyway sorry i was going through my inbox and saw an ask from *checks notes* a million years ago (*lmao once again.......... i am so sorry)
#don't look at me i'm doing a deep clean of my drafts and inbox i do not wish to be perceived rn#lol oops this went on a lot longer than i though it would but. hope this helps. all the best!#i also did not think i was the most qualified to give an answer to this bc uhhhhhhhhhh impostor syndrome i guess but like#i really do sit here on the dash sometimes or on disc mainly nowadays and it's just like. WHAM i really have..... so many people to love on#and they love on me BACK god what a time to be me so i guess ur right#love really is stored in the *checks smudged writing on hand* mutuals blasting me with shitposts at 2am <3#( OOC. ) — this is an ESS OH ESS.
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I think it's slowed down some over this last week or so. Not sure if it's intentional on their part but I'll take it.
Sounds kind of suckish but I won't pry. At least you're back now.
Been trying to push through a few projects that I've been procrastinating. Twelve's helping me with getting them sorted through as well, for whatever that's worth.
How about you? Going right back to where you left off or are there any sort of projects for you on the horizon?
- O5-6 "The Experimenter"
Appreciated.
Sounds interesting. I'm glad you're working through that - shit piling up always sucks. Just be careful not to overwork yourself too much. Pretty sure we can all agree that two wet cat incidents are enough for now. Let me know if you need help with whatever you're up to, be it from me or from Two.
Nothing too interesting's planned for now, as far as I'm aware. Just some finances and I think I'm supposed to look through some sketches for T&D. Had worse times on the job.
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editing my other reblog and deleting the one where i asked if they were that mad because they probably didnt MEAN to be rude, but that was very dismissive. also never been vagued before in an entire fandom. first time for everything
#for the record i will not be explaining why chiyo is a stereotype. ive explained it multiple times#you can just scroll on my blog its not that far down. im tired of explaining over and over again how people fuck up making 'rep' for us#ESPECIALLY when EVERY east asian activist ive known has talked about the shit i've talked about before. its basic entry level shit.#i understand if youre white and youve never thought about learning about other races racism and what it looks like. i wont judge too hard#for that. but its not my job to continually reexplain it. if you know you know. if you dont just. idk. google it. sorry. im tired#edit ok idk if ive explained it on this blog well but i have in a few other places. either way my point still stands#if the reaction i get is a backhanded vague post instead of a genuine question and desire to learn. or a reblog on a post like that and#THEN a request to learn. i'm sorry but my willingness to re explain all of the horrible ways chiyo is suckish goes down to like#2%
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Muffin Lovin
Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
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➤Summery: You finally find out more about the boy who’s been coming into your bakery everyday (Slice Of Life: Bakery AU)
Warnings⚠️: You season 4 spoilers? Kinda? It’s jokes referring to the show, Bakugo being kinda OOC (there’s a reason)
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᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ this fic is part of @myherokatsuki’s A Familiar Face In A Unexpected Place Collab ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃
»»——⍟——««A/n: I feel like the ending was kinda suckish… but I hope y’all like it lol. Idk why this always happen I get excited bout a fic, go to write it, then hate the ending
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"One pastry and black coffee, please." The man in front of you pulls out his wallet as you turn to get his order. You pick a pastry and fill a cup with coffee, setting it next to the register as you reach for his money. "Keep the change," he says with a nod and walks away.
A smile grows on your face when you lay eyes on the person next in line. The tall blonde who you know oh so well. "Morning," you smile.
"Morning," he says, a small smile on his face.
"The usual?" you ask.
"Course," he nods.
You turn to get his order. Katsuki. The man who came into your little bakery almost every day. The man whose last name you don't even know, but he'd given you his first name the very first time he ever came into the bakery, the man who would always make you smile even on your worst day.
"These are gross, you know," you say, pulling out the muffin he always orders.
"You say that every day. Yet always have them," he shoots back.
"Yes, cause you're the only one who orders these. I don't even eat em," you laughed.
From day one, Katsuki came in and ordered the special muffins you had made for the opening. They're horrendous. Everyone who's ever tried them, including you, thinks so. But he comes in every day and orders one, so you never stopped carrying them, even though it's only for him. You don't even put them on display. You make one for him and have it off to the side until he comes in.
You hand him the muffin and turn to get his coffee, latte with extra sugar. "Oh man, I'm out of sugar," you mumble, looking at the empty container. A smirk spreads across your lips as you look back up at Katsuki. "Hey, Theo, you mind watching the register while I run downstairs and get more sugar?" you joke.
"Sure, Love. Tell the Conrad's I said hi," he says as he steps behind the counter, giving you a smirk.
"Alright. Don't touch my key," you say, pointing at Katsuki before you round the corner.
"Fine, but if I do, you better not hit me over the head with a pole," he yells back.
"No promises," you yell with a smile when you're out of sight.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on Katsuki. But you know nothing about him. He's only a regular. Sure, you guys had a relationship, and he'd spent countless hours with you in the bakery, busy or not, but you're only friends.
You grab what you need and head back, thanking him and refilling the container. Katsuki stays for a while. Since it's a slow day, he's standing with you by the register, just talking.
"Gotta get going," he says, moving back from you and turning to the door.
"Bye, Theo," you smile.
"Bye, Love." He gives a breathy laugh as he walks through the door.
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"Hi, I know this' very last minute but are you available for catering later today?" a lady asks.
"Um... what will you be needing? And how much?" you ask her, unsure you'd be able to in such timing.
"It's a small party. I'm having some of my son's former classmates over. A dozen chocolate cupcakes and a dozen vanilla would probably do the trick," she says with a bright smile. "It won't be until later. Around 8:30 pm, everyone will be over."
"Uh... yeah, I guess I can work it out," you give a shy smile.
"Oh, thank you, thank you. Here's the address," the lady says, handing you a paper.
"Ok, and what name will this be under?"
"Bakugo."
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You walk carefully, trying to balance the stacks of cupcakes in your arms. You'd worked it all out, made them look pretty, now all you have to do is get them inside without dropping and ruining it.
"Hey, let me help you with that." You hear a voice behind you and see a body pass, and you try to stretch a look ahead, finding a green-haired boy opening the door for you.
"Thanks," you say, walking up and stepping through the door. You're a little confused since Mrs. Bakugo told you the time was 8:30 so you could be there early, so why is this boy already here?
"Oh, hi, Midoriya." You hear a familiar voice not far in front of you.
"Hi! I know I'm early. Thought I'd come to help since I didn't have anything else to do," he gives a bright smile.
"Oh, how sweet. I wish my son did the same. I had to drag him here in the first place," she laughs.
"Kacchan never changes," Izuku says, laughing with her.
You hear heavy footsteps entering the room, but due to the cupcakes in front of your face, you can't see who it is. "WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME, YOU OLD HAG?! I'M HERE, AIN'T I?! QUIT YOUR COMPLAINING!"
You cringe at the volume of the voice, and if whoever it was wasn't so loud, the first thing you would've thought would've been: why is he talking to his mom like that? Offaly rude. "OH, SHUT UP, YOU DEMON CHILD. WE HAVE GUEST!" she shouts right back.
"WELL, I DIDN'T ASK FOR THEM TO BE HERE!"
As they go back and forth, the boy named Izuku turns to you. "I can help you carry that," he offers, not giving you a chance to answer before he's grabbing the top stack of cupcakes. The second they're out of your hand, and you can see the people in front of you, you freeze, and so does he.
You lock eyes with Katsuki, neither of you expecting to see each other at the moment. You're not sure why, but it's just hitting you that he hadn't been into the bakery today. But now that'd make sense. He was here for this party.
"Oh! You guys can take those to the back and put them on the table. You'll know which one," Mrs. Bakugo says, her expression and voice completely changing from what it was not even 3 seconds ago.
You don't know how to react, so you do the first thing that comes to mind, turning to the door and heading to the backyard where she told you. It's all weird. You never would've thought Katsuki to yell so loud or be so mean. He's always so nice to you, so why now?
"All done," Izuku smiles. You barely even registered in your mind what you were doing, but you look up and give him a soft smile. Now that you think about it, he and his mom look very alike. You almost feel dumb for not putting it all together yourself.
Before Izuku speaks up again, Bakugo appears, muttering a "Get lost, Deku," as if a threat, but also quiet, almost like he didn't want you to hear.
"So... your mom is nice," you say, a smile already trying to tug your lips.
"Yeah, yeah. I had no idea my mom called you for desserts," Katsuki says.
"Yeah, it was this morning," you nod.
"This morning? That small bit of time??" Bakugo asks, his voice obviously in disbelief. "That hag! I swear I'll-"
"Why do you call her that? She's your mom," you ask, frowning your brows gently.
"I- I don't-"
"You're so nice to me, but say such mean things to them," you tilt your head slightly.
Katsuki does a frustrated grown. "Your pastries are gross."
"What? What does that have to do with-"
"That pastry you gave me is disgusting, yet I come in every day and ask for it because I didn't want to tell you the first day I came in and pointed to something you got it wrong. So I've been eating those nasty things ever since," he says.
"What- what are you trying to say?" you ask.
"I'm saying that pasty taste like feet, and I hate everyone else but don't mind being around you," he says.
"Oh- I really got it wrong that day, and you never said anything?" you say, racking your brain of the memory from the first time you met.
"Did you hear literally anything I just said?" he sighs.
"Yeah, yes, I did," you laugh. "I like you too, Katsuki."
"Good, all this time of eating those pastries and drinking that stupid sugary coffee better had paid off," he says.
"I did the coffee wrong too??" you gasp.
"No. But I ordered it like that cause if I didn't have some type of other flavors, my stomach would've crawled out and beat me if I kept eating those with my regular coffee."
"Oh, stop being so dramatic. They taste bad, but not that bad," you laugh and playfully hit him.
He scoffs. "I'd rather lick a doorhandle and drink nickles."
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The Rage
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basically @that-golden-lyre and i have a daily conversation about how much we hate a/cosf and she was talking about the bj scene. and i was like yeah that should have been better. here is that, still a/cosf-y, but not as suckish. enjoy!
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Cassian sits there, quiet, frowning, ignoring her. That's not it; he's not ignoring her, he's ignoring everything. He's upset. And does she really have the right to feel put out at this, when she has rejected him nearly every time he's spoken to her?
Nesta's mind conjures up images of his rejections of her, one by one. But that does not leave her feeling justified; only worse, and Cassian is still sitting here, staring at nothing, and the urge to bring him back to normal, to their usual dynamic--maybe even create the illusion that it isn't killing her to be alive--seizes her strongly, and she blurts out, "You should find a way to calm down."
Cassian doesn't even look up. "I just can't get Eris' smug face out of my head. I'll be fine tomo--"
"I could give you a massage."
Cassian looks up at the same time Nesta blinks, like they both can't believe what she's just said. Nesta's eyes flit across the room, as though searching for someone else who has spoken, but alas, it is her. She doesn't let her cheeks betray her, standing her ground and keeping her gaze cool.
"What?" he asks.
"To help you relax," she says, voice even. "It'll help rid the tension." She adds, to make the offer sound less absurd and more appealing, "I used to get them all the time to help me sleep. I learned how to do them, too." Lie and lie. But Elain would order them when they had money and Nesta watched her practice on Feyre. Nesta herself had never allowed it; she didn't want anyone touching her, pinching at her.
Cassian raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
At least he already seems less dejected.
"Yes." Then she says, "It's fine if you don't want to."
He grins. "Are you joking? Do you really think I'd turn this chance down?"
Relief hits her sharply, turning the air she breathes fresh and crisp, at the uptick in his mood, even though his smile does not reach his eyes. "All right," she says, and waves a hand at him.
When Elain had practice on Feyre, she had lain on a couch or bed. Cassian shrugs his shirt off, tossing it atop a chair, and leans forward on the table. "Careful of my wings, yeah?" he says, face on his crossed arms.
"Of course," Nesta says, pulse racing.
A small bottle of oil appears as she rises to stand over him. Right, Elain had used those.
Nesta takes a deep breath slowly, quietly, so as not to rouse suspicion. She pours a generous amount onto her hands, rubs them together, and carefully lowers her palms to his shoulders, laying them flat.
He hisses slightly, and she pulls her hands back. "What?"
"Nothing. You're hands are cold."
"Oh," Nesta says, reddening.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it."
Now, of course, it is all she can think about. But she tries again, leaning over and holding her arms so that she does not touch his wings or the spot from which they protrude from his back. At his shoulders once more, Nesta grabs as much flesh as she can with her fingers and squeezes.
Cassian makes no sound. She continues.
She rubs her fingertips along his skin as she--hopefully--massages. Her hands move closer to his neck, to the spot that always holds the most tension for her, and press down hard. He hisses.
"Sorry," she says automatically.
"No, no," he says, eager. Eager. "That was good. Do that again. Please."
She does, and he makes another little hiss. Heat blooms in her cheeks, more pleased than embarrassed. Her fingers and arms tire quickly, but she tries not to let it hinder her movements, as his quiet, mumbled yeses and again, pleases make it worth it.
She keeps her hands near his neck, like he wants, but her eyes travel all around his back. His swirling tattoos, she sees, are made up of tiny flora and what she guesses is Illyrian writing. Her fingers itch to trace them. She digs them in harder, instead, to rid herself of the feeling. Cassian groans. It does not help her.
After a few minutes, Cassian lets out a sated, "All right." Though her arms ache terribly, it hurts even more to pull her hands away. She flinches at that thought; what a stupid thing to think.
He doesn't put his shirt on as he turns, standing, to look at her. He grins. "You know, I think you could throw a wicked punch."
"It's the rage," Nesta responds without thinking.
He laughs. "Well, maybe I should return the favor. Help release your tension."
Nesta takes a small step backwards. After their two--ah, trysts, she isn't sure what that means. Rather, she is sure what that means, she just isn't sure what it means.
That's not true either. She knows what it means. It means they both want each other and she still can't have him.
Cassian nudges her with his elbow. "You look like you'd need that now. Where'd you go?"
Nesta brings her face back up. "No where. I'm...glad you're feeling better."
"Well, I'd feel a lot better if I didn't feel like I didn't leech you're good mood out of you."
"I wasn't in a good mood," she says. Why did she say that? "I mean, I wasn't in a bad mood. I...I'm tired--"
"Hang on," he says, raising his hands. Why won't he put his shirt on? "I don't want to be the prick who sat here feeling sorry for himself until you gave him a massage and then just left."
"I offered. And now I'm tired. Don't read too much into things."
"What do you like to do when you're upset?"
"Nothing. I'm not upset--"
"I can't believe I just asked you that," he interrupts, shaking his head. "I feel like a prick for not knowing. I should know that by now, right?"
Nesta doesn't answer. She can't think of a response.
"Can I say something? With no bullshit?"
Nesta bristles. That's what he always says to her. "Say whatever you want."
He chuckles, mirthless. "I've already set you off. I don't know what I did...look, we had--it was good, right? Before...and then again? In your room?"
Nesta freezes.
"And we obviously care about each other. Maybe we're not always speaking the same language but we know that, Nesta, don't we?"
He looks at her with wide, earnest eyes. Why does it always make her want to die when he looks at her that way? Why can't she just...be different? Better?
He doesn't continue. He won't until she says something, but she can't. So she nods, once, tightly.
He grins. "All right, good. I don't really know what we have to do...I don't know if we just start over or try and fix--well, I don't know. But maybe we can do that tomorrow. And tonight, will you...come with me to a show?"
Nesta blinks, but he hurries to explain.
"You told me the White Wolf was your favorite because of the music, right? So maybe you'd like a show?"
The horrible, bitter, viper in her stirs awake. She should have just gone to bed.
"No," she says, cold.
But he doesn't deflate and doesn't accept it. "Why not?"
The ache in Nesta's arms disappears. Her hands fist at her side and she feels ready to prove to him just how wicked a punch she can throw if pressed. "I'm not allowed in Velaris."
Cassian blinks. "What do you mean? Of course you are."
Nesta's jaw clenches. She wants to rage, to scream. "Because you allow it?"
"What do you--I was asking you! You can do whatever you want--"
"Don't you dare--you think I want to be here? You think I want to be training with you? You think I ever wanted to be taken to Illyria? How have you deluded--you threatened me!" she bursts out. "Being taken to the human world was a threat! I would be killed!"
As she says it, Nesta knows it's what she should have chosen. Better to die than live like this. And it doesn't matter that she deserves it, she doesn't care about what she deserves, she just wants it to stop.
"That was a bluff!" Cassian cries. "Come on, Nesta, you know that! That was just so you...so you could come without feeling like you were choosing to take care of yourself! Because you hate yourself so much that you can't even stomach doing one thing for yourself, even if it would save your life--"
"Don't talk to me about saving my life," Nesta cuts him off.
Cassian inhales and exhales deeply, closing his hands into fists and then opening them. When he speaks, he's calmer. "I know we have a long way to go. I know that there's a lot about you that I don't know. But you've once again proven that you are at your core someone who cares deeply for those she cares about. And it's hard..." Cassian closes his eyes and takes another deep breath before continuing. "It's hard to care about you when you...hate yourself so much that...that everytime we reach out you shut us down and punish yourself further. It's actually fucking terrifying, Nesta, all right? But I'm putting my foot down, I don't care what Rhys or Feyre say. We're doing something nice tonight. Something you'll enjoy."
All I want to do is scream.
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Not taking no for an answer," he replies, stance and tone just as severe. "We can go to a show or the beach or fly around or a cooking class or any fucking thing in the world that isn't about you trying to punish yourself and just not think about all your pain for one night."
Nesta says, shaking with ire or something else, "Don't try to tell me--oof--"
For she is cut off when he crashes her towards him in a hug. "Pick something," he says over her head. "Or let me pick something." He squeezes her tighter, and it's--oh, gracious, she wants to weep at how much she craves this, but she can't, she can't have this--
His hands brush over the small of her back. Her eyelids flutter shut.
If she closes her eyes, she can pretend. His chest is still bare. This is a different world. He's the same, she's different. Alive, deserving. She can manage.
She keeps her eyes shut tightly. "Pick something," she hears herself say, slightly muffled. Regret chokes her after she speaks the words. She ignores it.
Cassian squeezes her tighter still. "We're going to a grotto."
"A--what?" She's heard the word before. Some sort of underwater cave?
"A grotto. It's beautiful. The moon rises right over it and it lights up the water. The fish reflect it. It's warm. It's beautiful, all right?"
Nesta's quiet for a minute. "All right."
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Cassian is not supposed to confess his feelings for Nesta--or get close--or accuse her of being self-sabotaging. He's definitely not supposed to let her make him come and then return the favor in her bedroom, until they have a weird one-by-one game going on. But it's happened and he's sick of it. Not sick of Nesta; sick of minding everyone else's stupid rules. Nesta doesn't play by anyone else's rules, so why should he where she is considered? It's not as though Feyre has ever had a strong bond with Nesta--Mother knows Rhys has never given a shit about her personally--so why are the two of them in charge? When he and Nesta clearly have something so precious, so deep?
Not even Nesta's trauma will be getting in the way of this anymore. He can't sit around waiting for her to miraculously be cured. He's got to act. And she told him, inadvertently, that she was ready. Ready for him to help guide her in the right direction, to bring them that time and that second life he promised her. She had kissed him, let him pleasure her, sought ways to cheer him up. So what if Feyre has some specific idea of Nesta becoming some sort of warrior for the Night Court? He's always thought of her as a warrior of words; that was the first thing about her that attracted him.
Not an hour later, they find themselves along the western beaches of the Night Court, marching into a series of caves. Well, Cassian's marching, holding a determinedly-yet-hurriedly made picnic basket. Nesta's dragging herself behind him, their palms firmly clasped together. He won't let her go.
She tenses as they enter the darkness, and he taps his Siphon to let it glow and give them more light. "We're almost there," he tells her, but she says nothing.
He leads her to the grotto, not wasting any time and peeling off his clothes and boots, leaving them on the side of the water, and dives in.
Nesta is too far away from the edge for his liking when emerges. "Water's warm," he tells her.
She looks up to the hole in the ceiling of the cave. The moon isn't yet directly overhead, but the stars twinkle. She sighs, and bends to take off her shoes and roll down her stockings. Pulling her skirt up to her thighs, she lowers her legs into the water.
Cassian holds onto her knees. He could part her legs like this, kiss his way up her thighs, and recreate that perfect religious experience for himself. But now is not the time.
"Beautiful, right?" he asks her, jerking his head to the water.
She glances down at it, following the tiny silver-white fish. "Why are they all that color?"
"They're made for night."
She doesn't say anything, only watches the fish.
He tries again. "There are pearls down here."
"I'm not a strong swimmer."
"I am." He drops before she can reply, following along the underwater walls. They aren't proper pearls, he supposes, since they're embedded in the walls and not from clams, but that doesn't matter. He finds three easily and resurfaces, palm open.
"Pretty," Nesta says softly, picking one up.
He'd give anything to know what she's thinking. He's never envied Rhys so much as this moment.
He drops a kiss on her knee. "Look up. The moon's starting to rise."
She does, and he studies her. The elegant arch of her neck, the steady pulse there. Cassian aches for Nesta's heart--how hard must it be for the poor thing to keep beating, every second, when Nesta does everything she can to get it to stop? But Nesta's body knows what does not: she deserves to live. It fights even when she doesn't.
"Look down," he whispers, when the moon is whole over the roof.
She does, and lets out a small gasp. The water glows, shining like the discarded pearls, as the tiny fish reflect the moonlight back. Little silvery-white flames darting around the water.
"Like you," Cassian can't resist saying.
She meets his eyes, and indeed, that fire is there.
Cassian kisses her knee again. "Come in," he says.
She reaches her hand for his cheek, but before grazing it, she draws it back to take off her dress. In her underthings, she slides in the water, slowly, settling with her arms around his shoulders.
"I'm not a strong swimmer," she says again.
"I am," he repeats.
He treads water for the both of them, Nesta clutching him out of fear, perhaps, but not so horrid that it deters her from gazing around the pool. She lets one hand drop, following along the trail of some of the fish.
"Want to see something incredible? Underwater?"
She looks at him, frowning slightly. "I..."
"I won't let go of you," he promises. "Just for a moment. Just to see."
She hesitates, turning her head to the side. Glancing upwards at the moon, she nods, as she had before--once, slowly.
"All right," he says. "Just hold your breath. We'll go down on three." He counts, bobbing as he does. "One...two...three."
He hears Nesta take a deep breath before they submerge, and feels her fingers latch tightly onto him. He keeps his gaze on her as they go down, eager to see her reaction.
She doesn't disappoint. Beautiful grey eyes wide underwater, drinking in the sight. The glow of the fish is nothing short of magical, reflecting the moon and, underwater, bouncing it back towards the pearls.
"Whoa," she says, as he raises them to the surface.
He laughs. "Beautiful, right? Want to see it again?"
She nods, not hesitating this time. They go again. And again. And again.
The fourth time they emerge, Nesta says, "I wish I could stay down there for longer."
He knows she doesn't mean just a few seconds. "I don't. There's a lot of beautiful things in the world. I don't want just one with you."
She loosens her grip on him, but keeps their chests flushed. "What did Feyre and Rhysand say?"
Cassian doesn't break their gaze. "They have a very certain idea of how all this is supposed to go."
"All this being me."
"I don't care," he says, confirming but not dwelling. "They're wrong. I'm changing tactics."
"To?"
He picks his hand out of the water to gesture to them, around them. "We'll just focus on the good for now. There's plenty of time to deal with the pain. We will. I swear to gods we will, Nesta. But it's wrong to dictate what kind of joy you get to feel. And counterproductive, anyway. You're allowed to explore. To decide for yourself...I mean, I won't let you hurt yourself anymore. But if you don't want to heal with training--I mean, if that's not what you want, fine. Or just some of the time. Fine. And the library. Fine. It was a stupid bluff. I swear we didn't mean it. But it was stupid. You should...just because you've made some wrong choices doesn't mean you never get to decide anything for yourself again.
"I don't want to overwhelm you," he continues. She looks at him intently, considering his words carefully. "So we won't fix everything tonight. Or tomorrow. But we'll work on it. And we'll do that...however you want. As long as it's not something you're doing to punish yourself. And I hope you can understand why I don't fully trust you to be the judge of that for yourself...and I hope that you trust me to--to be that judge."
He holds his breath. More painful than being underwater, though Nesta, of course, provides far more beauty than anything under the sea.
"What if I choose something that we disagree on?" she asks finally.
"I hope you trust me," he says simply. "I won't make you come out if you want to be alone to rest, but I will if I think you're just going to berate yourself. Deny yourself happiness. I know you do that, Nesta."
"For how long?" she asks.
"For...as long as you want me."
Forever, he wants to say, for there isn't a deadline on this. There's no point where Nesta will be diagnosed "cured" and be allowed to do whatever she pleases whenever. She'll always struggle with this. Who knows what'll happen in the future to make her demons come roaring at her? So he'll be there. For all of it. So long as she lets him, he'll be there.
"And are my sister and Rhysand your judges?"
"They can say what they want," Cassian says. "I promise it won't affect me. I won't let it affect this."
She's quiet for a minute. Longer. She doesn't draw her arms away from him, but drops her gaze to the water.
Finally, she says, "You're asking for a lot."
He's so proud of her he thinks he might burst. Sharing with him, slowly, but real progress. More than anything Rhysand's stupid plan had wrought. Because this is meeting Nesta where she is, not forcing her along some path that might've worked for someone else.
"I know," he says. "But I meant what I said."
Under the water, he feels her legs touch his. Rising, dragging along him, they wrap around his waist. Nesta brings her hands to his face, leans in, and kisses him softly.
"You said we'd do something enjoyable tonight," she whispers, hands going to undo the laces of her underthings.
He moves them forward, pushing her against the wall of the cave. "Yes," he says.
They make quick work of themselves, their remaining clothes tossed onto the floor of the cave. Cassian kisses her deeply, slowly, hands firmly at her waist. Nesta allows herself more movement, trailing her fingers along his arms, his back, shoulders, his hair.
It is she who breaks their kiss first. "We can go slowly," she says, whispering.
"We'll stop," he affirms, but she shakes her head.
"No, I mean, yes. I trust you. We can go slowly. But I want...this." She presses a hand over his heart. "I need--I need--"
He kisses her chastely. "I understand," he says, for he does. He needs it too. "To feel you. To feel alive."
"Yes."
"And...you can feel it, can't you? How much I care about you? When I...?" He finishes his sentence not with a word, but with a kiss at her neck.
She exhales deeply. "Yes."
He bends his head towards her breasts, careful to keep his hands at her waist so she doesn't need to fear falling. She leans back as much as she can, resting her head on the floor of the cave. He kisses her skin softly, gently, ignoring his wild desire to learn every inch of her. There'll be time for that. They're going slowly tonight.
But Nesta can feel his desire very clearly against herself, and she presses into him. Bringing her hands up to his head, keeping his head pressed against her breasts as he leaves light kisses upon them, she whispers, "Can you feel it? How I..."
He raises his head. "Yes," he says, smiling at her. Her lips quirk, then with a huff of laughter, she smiles too.
It's all right if she's nervous. If there are things she wants to say and can't yet. They'll get there. But it doesn't have to be a painful journey.
"Come here," he says, squeezing her waist, and she lifts herself back up, hands wrapping tightly around his shoulders. "Hold onto me," he says, though she already is.
"Yes," she says, clutching him tighter. "Yes," she says again, when he pushes gently at her leg with her palm to allow himself to slide into her.
Nesta's nails dig into his back.
"Slowly," he says to her.
She exhales through her nose. He inches inside her. Slowly, slowly, until they are one, leaning against the cave's wall and floor for support, the grotto's water shining around them. Something shines inside Cassian, too, stronger than the moonlight.
He holds onto her waist as he begins to move, and she tightens her grip as she does, too. Raising herself in small circles, the ripples of her movement crashing against Cassian's in little waves.
"I can feel it and I know you can too."
"I know, sweetheart," he says, and both of them are whispering, unable to disturb the perfection of the moment.
Nesta's perfect for him, and the part of him that is wild to have her, consume her completely, is very easily ignored by the part of him more concerned with this, now, their commitment, her trust, and building onwards. Slowly, slowly, like the way he moves inside of her.
"I've never," she says, gasping a little. "Oh, yes, oh."
For he has maneuvered them, pushing them harder against the wall, to allow himself movement of hand to slide in between them, in between her folds, and find her clit.
"Yes," she says again. "That."
He laughs. "That?"
"Yes."
She issues little commands here and there, and he is only too happy to oblige. Again, faster, just like that.
She comes as beautifully as she had last time, mouth parting and breasts heaving slightly. She tightens upon him, not stopping her movements as she does, and he follows her quickly after. When he pulls out of her, he is ready to pick her up out of the water and lay her on the ground, and make good of a safe, horizontal surface, but...slowly. That's what they want.
So he holds her close to him. There, in the water, as the moon moves towards the other half of the sky.
"What did you say?" he asks, remembering.
"Hm?"
He grins against her head, relishing in how deliriously peaceful she sounds. "You said you had never...something."
"Oh." She doesn't pull her face off his shoulder. "I...had never...enjoyed this. Before. With...others."
Cassian tenses. He could rage against those males. He could press her into sharing why she had ever touched them if she didn't like it. He could demand to know why she had been so stubborn and not come to him, why she had rejected him, when she obviously knew that she wasn't enjoying her company with anyone else.
But he only kisses the top of her head. "You're the most perfect person I've ever been with, too," he says, instead.
The word choice proves its benefits immediately. Nesta relaxes against him, tilting her head to kiss his shoulder. Putting them on equal footing, he's calmed her, erased her shame and guilt for the moment. She'll share when she's ready. He's given her proof of his patience, of his willingness to listen. For now, they'll just be together. He'll be waiting when she's ready.
"What's in the basket?" she asks.
He laughs. "I thought we'd have a midnight snack."
"Did you bring any towels?"
"No," he admits, breaking their embrace slightly to look at her raised eyebrow. "Sorry. I was rushed."
He helps her out of the water. She sits against on the floor as she had earlier, legs dangling in, only now, she is completely bare.
"I changed my mind," Cassian says, pushing himself out of the water and cupping her breast with his hand. "I'm not sorry at all."
She rolls her eyes, but doesn't wave him away. "I'm cold."
"I have an excellent way to warm you up."
"I'll bet you do," she says, rolling her eyes again.
But he only reaches over for the picnic basket. "I brought tea. You read way too much smut."
Nesta blinks down at the thermos cap Cassian offers her. Then she laughs. Real, joyous laughter. Cassian almost drops the cup.
"What else did you bring?" she asks him as she accepts it, peering at the basket.
"Are you hungry?" he asks brightly. She's been eating better, but she still has a ways to go. "I have muffins." Lemon blueberry. The kind she had watched him eat once. He doesn't even know if she likes them. "And cheese. And fruit."
She gives him a smile. "Nearly perfect. Don't forget the towels next time."
Cassian's heart skips a beat. "It's not forgetting if you do it on purpose."
She laughs again. Really laughs.
Legs in the water, they sit there, eating their snacks and drinking tea, till the night turns dark enough that the fish scatter out of the grotto, into the sea.
"I'm worried," Nesta says suddenly, "that we'll go back to the House and this will--disappear."
Cassian thinks for a moment. Then he reaches over, picking up the three pearls he had taken out of the underwater walls. "We'll carry it with us," he promises. "We'll build it everywhere we go."
He drops them, one by one, in her hand. She stares at them long after her fist has closed around them.
"I trust you," she says softly.
"I trust you too," he answers, and that makes her look up, eyes shining in a way that is wholly different than the fire he loves so much.
"Really?" she asks, cracking his heart in two.
"Yes," he says firmly. Yes, he does trust her. Even though he knows she'll make more mistakes, that there'll be another time in the future where she pulls away, to hide herself, to hurt herself--he still trusts her. Even then, he will.
She opens her hand, studying the pearls. Not looking up, she says, "This beats my fake massage."
He laughs at the unexpected statement. "What do you mean?"
"I lied. I don't know anything about massages. I've never had one. Never given one."
"Really?" he asks, impressed. "Fooled me."
At this, she looks up, lips quirking. "It's the rage."
He smiles too. "I've never minded the rage." He leans in, placing one hand on her thigh, the other on her cheek. "I love the rage. It's only the pain we need to leave behind."
She nods, not slow or nervous. He kisses her again.
Hours later, he wakes. Nesta sleeps at his side. He smiles down at her, moving quietly out of the bed. She can join him for training if she likes, but she doesn't have to. He guesses she will, sometimes, but not every day, and not in the mornings.
There will be shouting matches over this later. No one can rest while Nesta sits trapped in her own misery, and everyone has their own way to pull her out. But the only way is hers, and if Cassian's the only person willing to realize that, then he will be the only one privileged to reap the benefits.
He won't be. Who can resist Nesta?
Not her sisters. Not Amren. Not Rhys, once he sees how everyone he loves loves her. Az is taken with her too, now, and even Mor can't seem to stay away, can she?
This space to feel joy is more important than acknowledging her pain. Nesta is not the type to acknowledge her pain. She'll simply burrow in it deeper, numbing herself to everything.
This is how they get her back. He knows it. He can feel it.
He grins to himself as he hears her walk up the stairs to the roof, just past sunrise.
He knew it.
Not healed overnight, but willing to try. To trust herself and him.
"Sleep well?" he asks her as she appears.
"I want to try punching," she responds. "I heard I'd be good at it."
He grins. "You will."
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hope you enjoyed! if you did you are legally required to read my wattpad story. (not actually but it's fun and is updated on tuesdays and fridays.)
#nessian#nesta archeron#cassian#acosf fic#acotar fic#i hate tagssssss#dadrie i hope you like this#lol it was supposed to be a few hundred words#it's literally 5k#wow how come i can sit down and write 5k of fic and i can never do that with a paper??
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harry potter characters first date/first kiss
includes: harry, ron, george, and fred
warnings: food mention, there are a couple parts wherein i typed some stuff in all caps, kissing, my suckish writing. that’s all, i think, let me know if i should add any more :)
a/n: hello!!! i am very bored and this idea just came to me so we’ll be doing some preferences/headcanons for first dates with the harry potter characters! idk if i’ll do well on this one but i’ll tryehd. i also tried to make it gender neutral so if i made any mistake on that, let me know :) i did not proofread this so i’m sorry if it sucksjsn. anyways here we go!
Harry
- i have a feeling that he’d just bring you to the three broomsticks and treat you with a lil butterbeer and some snacks!
- it’ll probably be a bit awkward at first but you guys start warming up to each other and keep talking about random stuff like school, quidditch and so on.
- there were also A LOT of stolen glances
- and the look in your eyes, them lips, and back to your eyes? it did not go unnoticed. you both really wanted to kiss each other trust me
- you guys will be so caught up in the conversation that you lost track of time and saw later on that it was very late already.
- he offers to walk you back to your dorms and of course you accepted
- you walked in a comfortable silence until you reached your dorms or outside your common room
- you hugged each other goodbye and stared into each other’s eyes before snapping out of it
- harry turned around to walk back to his dorms and you sighed as you turned to your door
- that was until, you decided to run up to him and do your thing. you had fun with him tonight and found out about all your differences and similarities. you fell for him.
- you ran up to him, grabbed his face and pulled him to a kiss. he was shocked and freezed for a moment before pulling you in by your waist and kissing you deeply.
- man, oh man. this guy’s as red as his best friend’s hair.
- “oh- uh wow. okay.”
- you both laughed and ended up cuddling with each other in the gryffindor common room :)
Ron
- he wouldn’t really know where to bring you at first so he asked hermione for some help
- she suggested for you guys to go to hogsmeade and he thought it was a great idea
- he was a bit nervous at first and his ears were very red but you thought it was adorable
- you guys didn’t really know where to go to at first but you decided to go for some ice cream and so, you did.
- at florean fortescue’s ice cream parlor, sat two lovebirds, y/n and ron 🥰
- you guys would laugh about anything and everything. literally like anything.
- you saw someone’s sling bag moving around and jumping everywhere on it’s own, bringing the person with it and you guys found it hard not to laugh but you eventually felt bad for them and helped them ‘cause y’all are good people 😌
- after ice cream, you guys really just went around.
- you went to the three broomsticks (more food yay!! sjsj), honeydukes, and even zonkos.
- though, much to ron’s dismay, george and fred were there and oh the teasing
- “ooooo, little ickle ronnikins got himself a date.”
- “how’s it going? did he embarass himself yet?”
- “did you snog yet?”
- you both blushed so very hard at this statement
- ron literally smacked both of them turned to you, asking if you wanted to leave the place
- you chuckled and nodded
- you guys went close to the shrieking shack, just staring at it and examining it.
- you guys had sweet short conversations about who knows what until a silence went through both of you
- the only things you could hear were the sound of the wind and a few chatters from the people at the back
- ron gathered all his courage and looked at you
- “can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly, leaving you surprised
- “well, i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to, that was just- i don’t know- okay that was creepy now that i thin-“
- you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to you. you kissed him so passionately and this guy just stood there until he processed what was happening
- you guys pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes
- “of course i want to kiss you.”
- you both smiled wide until you heard familiar voices shouting from the back
- “WOHOOOO RONNY FINALLY HAD HIS FIRST KISS!”
- “WAY TO GO RON, YOU GOT A GOOD ONE”
- you guys laughed and were all flustered please y’all were just standing therekdjjd
- you looked into each other’s eyes once again but you felt something drip down on your head.
- rain.
- you guys ran to the nearest shelter and held on to each other, laughing. it was something you’ll never forget.
George
- honestly feel like he’d panicsjjs
- like he wouldn’t really know what to do so he asks for help from ginny. luna volunteered to help as well :)
- they planned a little picnic date for you two in the quidditch pitch
- you guys had a bunch of snacks, drinks and all the goodies
- at one point, you guys flew on broomsticks together around the pitch and just screaming your lungs out
- it was fun.
- you listened to some music using a little record player he brought and there were so many good ones
- one song you guys absolutely loved though was “just the two of us” by grover washington
- he took your hand and danced with you and huge grins were plastered upon both your faces
- he suddenly stopped and looked into your eyes, doen to your lips and back to your eyes
- you both leaned in
- your stomach was filled with so many butterflies as you leaned-
- “GEORGE! PUT ME DOWN!”
- “NEVER!”
- this man had the audacity to carry you over his shoulder just as you were about to kiss 😒
- you guys ran around the pitch laughing hysterically
- like literally everyone in the gryffindor common room can hear you screaming laughingdjdu
- he finally put you down, trying to calm down and fix his breathing. you tried to as well
- you two finally calmed down and once again, looked into each other’s eyes
- this time it happened, i promise
- man, your heart was filled with so much joy and so was his
- you guys stargazed when it finally turned night time
- your head was laid on his lap and his hands were on his head as you both were looking up to the beautiful night sky
- you both talked about who knows what til you fell asleep.
- he didn’t mind, he thought you were adorable
- he brought you to your dorm room and laid you down.
- “sleep tight, beautiful.” he said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead
Fred (let’s assume you’re a muggleborn/half blood for this one)
- i feel his would be kind of? spontaneous but it still went very well
- at the great hall, he sent you a note telling you to meet him at “4 pm, quidditch pitch. today. see you there ;)”
- you looked back up at him to see him winking at you and you just laughed
- later that afternoon, you sat at the empty bleachers and just sat there, waiting patiently for freddie to come and meet you
- he arrived a few minutes later on his quidditch broom
- “cmon y/l/n, hop on.”
- he lowered down his broom close to you so that you could get on
- “what? hop on? what do you mean hop on?”
- “we’re going for a joy ride, love.”
- he sent you a wink and oh my gosh you were flustered which was a rare occurrence for you
- “joy ride? to where?”
- “the muggle world.”
- that cheeky grin still on his face
- “wait. what if we get caught- i don’t wan-“
- “we won’t. i promise you. now, stop asking so many questions and hop on.”
- you sighed and smiled an finally joined him
- you’d never admit it to him but you were pretty excited
- he’d never admit to you either the fact that he loved the feeling your head resting on his back
- anyways, back to the date
- you guys arrived at this really tall huilding and landed there
- “fred, i told you, people will see us. stop playing around.”
- this guy just laughed at you and found your anger cute for some reasonsjs
- you were scolding him ‘cause you almost got caught so many timesidjd
- but yk you couldn’t really stay mad at him
- you went down to the streets but you left his broom there on the building
- you went to so many places
- you guys went to a couple stores, even shopping ones
- you never really bought anything though lmfao
- you stumbled across a 7/11 as well and bought a few slushies
- by a few i mean 5 for each of you
- yeah, it seems like too much but you guys didn’t really care at the moment
- plus they tasted great
- you guys walked around more and found a cute little cafe
- fred didn’t really wanna go in at first but he saw how much you wanted to so he agreed
- there was a little stage on there with some instruments and a microphone
- yeah, he did.
- this guy went on that stage and rocked his heart out
- everyone loved it honestly
- and you were trying so hard not to laugh ‘cause he looked so adorably stupid
- he had a lot of fun
- next stop, a drive thru cinema
- okay, you guys don’t have cars but that didn’t stop you two
- you both sat in the middle front on the ground
- a cheesy rom com movie came on
- fred groaned and the other people shushed him and you laughed
- at one point, you put your head on his shoulder and he leaned his head on yours
- oh it was adorable
- you guys didn’t actually pay much attention to the movie, honestly
- you were both messing around, trying not to get in trouble and holding in your laughs as best as you can
- then, as you watched the movie
- the main characters finally kissed
- and fred decided that it was now or never
- he looked at you and grabbed your chin gently
- you looked at him and both of you immediately felt weak
- you were so beautiful under the moonlight
- your eyes sparkled like the stars
- his hair was a mess but you found it adorable (and attractive)
- his eyes were soft as he stared into yours
- and both of you leaned in
- it felt like a bunch of fireworks bursted in your chest
- you both smiled into the kiss
- and the people watching the movie clapped their hands
- they weren’t clapping at the movie, they were clapping for both of you
- “thank you, thank you! now, y/n y/l/n, will you take the honor of being the person i promise to take care of til the end of time? in short, be my dear significant other?”
- he leaned on one knee as he said this
- you tried to restrain yourself from smiling so hard but you failed
- “gladly.”
- everyone burst into cheers once again and fred carried, spun you around and kissed you again
- you loved it so much
- you both left the place holding hands, laughing and smiling because you both couldn’t really hold it in anymore
- you went back up to the building and flew back to hogwarts.
- he brought you to your dorm and kissed you goodnight
- “goodnight, beautiful .”
- “goodnight, handsome.”
- that was a night you will never forget
(i got a little carried away on this one, i just love the idea. let’s also pretend that no one noticed at all that two kids were flying on a broomstick, thanksushdjd)
ending a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this! i hope it wasn’t bad lmfaosjjd. i wanted to try something like this so here it is :) have a great day, everyone!!!
#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter preferences#harry potter x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#ron weasley x reader#harry potter#sofia’s writing#i honestly feel like this sucks but idrc at this point#i had fun writing this one so
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| closer | j.jh
pair: jaehyun x fem!reader
genre: au + idol!jae & choreographer/dancer!yn
a/n: this request is long overdue but here it is! :) i’m sorry for the long wait ;-; it’s challenging to write since i’m not a dancer so my explanation’s a lil’ suckish. also! i had to edit a song remix for this oneshot, so the dance and imagination’s clearly up to you *wink wink* enjoy reading! ~j
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though you lost count of the frequent, unexplainable somersaults you experienced in your stomach, you weren’t sure whether this always happen whenever you were told to join other dancers to monitor a routine for a group. perhaps it was just you, that today felt entirely different compared to when you first started.
as far as your career went, this was the only time you felt so stressed. and by ‘stressed’, it didn’t mean that the boys’ couldn’t get the steps right— they were fast learners and the choreography you helped co-create wouldn’t be a problem to them.
nct 127’s rehearsals were at a spacious backstage for straight two days now. in those short days, there was a certain air that lingered and you couldn’t fathom it properly. with you around, the boys would suddenly crowd in a circle, anywhere in the area, and began to utter out whispers you hoped your ears were able to hear. maybe if you were reincarnated, you’d choose an animal with great hearing to be able to hear what they were saying.
and honestly it got you wanting to pull your hair out because.. what if?
what if they disliked how you were a person of few words during practice? or that they preferred if you gave more feedbacks toward their dance like other choreographers who came before you? there weren’t any hints leading to the source of action and really, if this was an actual investigation you’d be removed from the team for not having quick-wits.
taeyong immediately became your close friend right when you were introduced to them by your seniors. he had this you-can-tell-me-anything aura all over him and was the only person you always conversed with among the boys. given that you were part of the choreo team since kick-it era, the boys welcomed you; like so much. but in those greetings, a gut feeling kept bothering you that you would be pulled into something.. perhaps something you might not be able to handle? you wouldn’t know. it was a gut feeling anyway, fifty percent of your intuition were always proven wrong.
you stared at the widespread mirror, arms up to record them while examining their moves and rhythms to the beat. they were tired, you could tell with the way they swayed and continuously wipe off the sweat rolling down their temples. so you decided to give them a break after three hours of practice.
replaying the video over and over to check if they got the timing right, taeyong went to sit by your side gulping and squeezing the water bottle. “relax y/n. you’ll get more wrinkles if you keep doing that.” he nudged you gently to catch your full atttention from the phone.
“do what, exactly?” you looked at him, eyebrows furrowed tiredly above your death-gazing eyes.
he poked you with the butt of the cold bottle he held, where beads from it soaked your forehead. “this.” he lectured you again, almost annoying to the ears. “it’s not at all attractive.”
“we both agreed you have better brows than me but ouch that’s rude. i think i’m quite pretty and you know it.” you return a playful poke that had him nearly trampling backwards, a slight sting felt by your ankle once you regained balance.
per usual, you disregarded his innocent comment and continued to monitor the practice via phone. he didn’t mean it and you knew that. taeyong kept bugging you to cool off from work and hang out with them since you were all good friends to begin with. of course that development happened in a span of few months to be able for you all to reach that certain relationship.
however, was it possible to attain the level of intimacy when recently, all you felt from the other guys was the weird gap? you couldn’t even describe the awkward distance. taeyong shook both of his sleeves into sweaterpaws to rub the droplets on your forehead.
“quite pretty? you’re beautiful! you’re like a cool princess every guy wants and i’d honestly date you if what we are isn’t platonic.” he danced in a wave effect with his arm. you gently hit his chest for being very vocal even if it just was the two of you.
“aww, you always know how to make me feel better! thanks.” you sweetly compliment him for a second before your smile turned into a frown.
at the corners of your peripheral, johnny, jungwoo, mark, donghyuck and yuta all averted your scrutiny. the action was obvious and quick, but what made it more suspicious was that it happened respectively like falling dominos. although they did typical and cliché gestures of escapism from your response, still they pretended to ignore you either with their hands shoved in pockets or whistles of their own song.
a surrendering huff caught taeyong’s attention. you never sighed nor show any emotions of distress before and this was a little concerning to him. “what’s wrong y/n?” he turned around to see the others minding their own business despite taeyong already realising the edginess they showed.
“can you help me figure something out with them?” you begged as you tilted your gently slightly to the side. “it’s been weeks and i have no idea why they’re acting this way. am i that unapproachable compared to my seniors?”
taeyong suddenly pursed his lips to a small circle as if he was hiding some top secret information that was ‘exclusive for members only’. “oh- y’know.” he nodded quite repetitively but with hesitating breaks in between. he knew what you were going to ask him since it hasn’t been the first time. he usually could dodge your curiosity and wondered why he couldn’t now. “they’re p-probably just chilling.. like always.. yep.” he popped the ‘p’ and stood. “i’m sure it’s because they’re tired from rehearsals!”
things couldn’t just get any weirder. you squinted your eyes as you scooted in closer to him. “you’re stuttering. you never do that.” you pointed out, observing his wavering eyes. “do you know something-”
he stammered and gently pushed you away a little like it would stop you from asking further. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking a-about.”
“hm you sure about that?” you hummed and he mouthed a ‘yes’. “you don’t know what’s coming after you if i figure it out buddy.”
“i’m sure, y/n. stop being a worrywart.” taeyong pinched your cheeks. “i’ll let know you right away if i hear anything out of the ordinary.”
“uh-huh. jaehyun’s the one i think who’s ’out of the ordinary’. we never talked. just hi’s and bye’s and he doesn’t smile at me.” you commented as you spotted him at the entrance door. “bummer, i really find him good-looking..” your phone buzzed a message from your leader. technically he wasn’t, but a person in-charge of your schedules to teach other idol groups.
somehow you felt a wave of relief that you would be out of the venue for the day. it would be assuring to not be around 127 for a while when they behaved like they did. who knew thinking too much would bring exhaustion? this was more tiring than dancing. a lot more. you swung your phone to taeyong, telling him that you were going to leave. “i gotta go, see you.”
“oh, alright. take care.” taeyong waved subtly, confused as to why you suddenly spoke of jaehyun out of the blue.
you let out a long sigh and exited the venue with thoughts of wonder; they were good people and most definitely you were the approachable type, so why were they keeping distance besides taeyong? johnny, yuta and donghyuck were super friendly, and it’s unlike them to suddenly keep quiet. mark and jungwoo were fun to tease; seeing the expressions they usually don’t put on around you was really fishy. taeil and doyoung have similar affection for you because you were like a little sister and.. jaehyun?
well.. jaehyun’s jaehyun, and among them, he was the far-fetched one. that was what you felt from him,
from the beginning.
because every single time you crossed paths, he would look away right when you locked eyes with him. there was no smile, no expression.
nothing at all.
maybe it pinched your heart a little. and maybe there would be a right time for this. just maybe not today. hopefully that wouldn’t extend for another month. hopefully you would get to talk to him like you did with the rest of them. it was a challenging to be patient when you’ve kind of taken a liking on jaehyun despite the inexplainable treatment. he was.. cute.
once you were out of the group’s sight, jaehyun came in with a duffle bag and a beanie— that basically made his hair in a frenzy- along with taeil & doyoung. he had his arms frantically shaking as if he was trying to reason out. “i can’t hold a normal conversation without tensing up.” he dropped his belongings and joined the crowd, not noticing the growing smirks slowly coming into view from his friends.
“and you think choosing to freeze and stare would make her talk to you?” taeil asked straight up. “that’s called cowardice bro.”
jaehyun combed his hair back and wore his beanie again when the focus was shifted to him. “no it’s not. it’s called being shy.. i guess.” he crossed his arm, unsure of his answer as well.
mark took a sip of watermelon juice, later eyeing a bowl sitting peacefully on one side of the table for seconds. “hyung, do you expect to get closer to y/n if you act like that though?” he gave johnny a side-eye as he hid his smile behind the cup, to whom the latter responded the same.
“all of us are trying to keep quiet of your ecstasy towards her like you asked us to.” jungwoo implored because what was done has to be said eventually. “and now she thinks we’re hiding something from her, i can feel her suspicions for the past weeks.”
“did you make it obvious?” jaehyun hissed a little. “i warned you to act natural-”
johnny wrapped the young man in his arms, earning laughs from the others. “the one who’s not acting natural is you. i thought you’re a straight-forward kind of guy. this should be a piece of cake for you.”
“everyone, please come to the center.” their manager called them to gather up, informing details regarding the next schedule for the week.
sm town concert was just a week away and they’ve been practicing nonstop for it. the exhaustion on their faces fled when the manager said something that would make the fans see them in a different light. some staff giggled at their reactions, some told them to go with it, the rest just wanted to see how it would turn out to be. the boys weren’t expecting it, not at a sudden time like this when they’ve gotten the rundown memorised already.
normally they complied and no arguments were brought forwards. now they managed to scream all vocabularies to reason out that another dance routine would make them more exhausted than before. “we’re not pulling a prank nor a hidden camera if that’s what you’re thinking. anyway, the added part is around a minute interlude.. it’s before the actual track. only one of you will dance it.”
yeses and cheers of relief made majority of the staff exchange looks because they weren’t finish with the information they received. “this interlude is by volunteer, so whoever wants to do it just raise your hand or come up front.” the manager instructed as he wrote down the minutes, later both of his brows arched high forasmuch to his surprise, the decision was quickly decided; it would usually take the boys a while. “oh! thanks for being cooperative, jaehyun! the rehearsal starts tomorrow...”
jaehyun’s head never shot up as fast as it did just now. he didn’t pay attention to the short meeting and since all of the voices were indistinct to him, he was astonished with hearing his name being said. he wondered why they concluded with him doing the interlude. in his head a second ago, he was coming up with plans to finally— and normally— conversate with you. and upon turning around, his friends failed to keep their snickers in. they all simultaneously took a step back, leaving the dimpled boy remain standing in his position.
“...and take ten, then we’ll proceed to the last two songs for today.” the manager left the boys for a break.
wheezing breaths and heavy falls on the floor were soon followed by exploding laughters. they were like fireworks, jolting the nerves out of jaehyun and he rolled his eyes at his friends’ intentions to tease him. “that’s not fair, you guys plotted against me.” he pinched the bridge of his nose when a flush of betrayal finally covered his entire conscience.
they laughed since it was a reaction they expected, but more so when he missed out the most crucial information. “oh my g- he doesn’t know! hahaha!” haechan and jungwoo clung onto each other for support. it was too much to handle.
yuta scooted close to johnny, who had his phone up the whole time. “that was on record, yeah?” he asked and the latter grinned devilishly.
“rgha!” jaehyun growled, soon accepting the role that was predestined to him. “i swear john if you-”
“he didn’t really hear it!” mark cut him off and joined the younger ones, hitting each other and as they couldn’t believe that jaehyun, could be this dense. “wow this is insane!”
jaehyun’s ears turned faint pink. he didn’t like the excessive attention he was getting from his friends, and he has no idea what the sudden outbursts were all about. “hear what, exactly?” he had a petulant expression and shifted his weight on one leg as he waited for the answer.
taeyong choked a giggle at his question. it was similar with yours when you innocently asked earlier. “jaehyun, he said the other half of the remix duet is y/n. you’ll dance with her tomorrow, and until the concert.”
his heart pumped so fast that he didn’t know how to react; whether it was due to obvious fact that he would see you again for the third time this week, or it was your name and his.. in the same sentence.
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if there was something you didn’t like to experience again in your life, that would be spraying your nose in public. good grief, and it had to happen nearby the boys. you shut your eyes closed at the sprinkly yet piercing shock rising up from the nostrils to your head. after few seconds of calming down, youngjoon pat your head as if that would bring you comfort. not really.
“i thought hana’s doing the nct dance duet?” you rubbed the small tears from the corners of your eyes, the striking pain still lingered around your senses a little.
he shrugged that his shoulders the action made you think he has something to do with the sudden change of plans. but assuming too much would ruin your mood and affect the way you dance later, so you let it slide for today.
“i’m your senior. you’ll do what i decided on,” he gave you his phone; the title of the track was one that you were told to choreograph. “it’s about time your monitoring days are over. anyway, you’ll dance with..” youngjoon trailed off himself.
you scanned the spacious venue to figure who he was referring to. none came into your mind until jaehyun walked past by you, and youngjoon pulled him close. “ah! with him!”
oh great, i’m dancing with mr. far-fetched.
staring off into space, taeyong appeared briefly in your peripheral, mouthing that jaehyun ‘volunteered’ for the interlude— which didn’t really add up why he would decide to do this performance when he hasn’t talked to you at all.
it was funny how friendly and warm jaehyun was to your fellow choreographers. he would smile freely and offer spare bottles or snacks. however, he looked stiff now and you craved for answers for strange his behaviour. still, you would be lying to yourself if you said he somehow made you.. squirmy, in a good way.
“let’s work well.” he heard you speak as you began to walk to the centre of the venue, jaehyun soon following you from behind.
he noticed the boys sitting on bleachers for a break, secretly snapping pictures to tease him later on. they mouthed and told him to talk— he was leaving you hanging and making a lady wait for a response was not a gentleman thing to do. he was stunned with your natural beauty and to think you were before him, just made him realise that this was the chance,
to get closer.
because remembering what taeyong told him yesterday, his friends told him to step up his game after it was revealed you found him good-looking. that alone should be enough for jaehyun to have the courage to hold a conversation with you. soon jaehyun cleared his throat, pulled his t-shirt collar and bit his inner gums. “yeah, likewise.” jaehyun cleared his throat. “this should be easy. where should we begin?”
“this is the track we’re dancing to.” you fished out your phone to let him listen to the new version, noticing how youngjoon nod at you.
the said man approached, whispering words that had you wanting to facepalm. a gasp escaped your lips and jaehyun raised a brow in curiosity. “i’m gonna kill her-” your face bubbled up in subtle anger.
jaehyun couldn’t hear much, the volume of the interlude was loud enough to make your voices inaudible. he wasn’t good at lip reading too, but he felt different when his eyes met with yours. a smile you wore earlier flattened, your positivity was still there, yet little did he know the changes made on the spot. youngjoon walked back to the mixer and made jaehyun’s hair a mess.
oh how the gods and goddesses of love must’ve liked shooting arrows continuously at his barely-comprehending mind. he almost ran out of breath hearing those words come out of your mouth and he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy for him.
because to him you were a beautiful distraction.
he recalled how you first met in the practice room during kick-it era; comfy clothes, a chill person with light make-up colours and pretty much his friends instantly introduced themselves. he wished that he was close to you as taeyong was. hopefully by the time the whole concert video was out, fans wouldn’t make a meme out of him given the fact that they did when mc-ing for broadcasts, he unknowingly created a gap between himself and other girl groups.
half an hour had passed and perhaps at this minute, you decided to take back what you said; that they were fast learners. proven you wrong, again. some of them were but jaehyun kept messing up and you were close to losing your patience. he couldn’t get things right. whenever you asked him if he was alright, he claimed to have gotten the hang of the steps taught earlier.
what a lie that was. so far he has stepped your shoes, bumped you though they were minor, and missed some moves. what made you teeth grit was that he looked like he wasn’t aware he did those at all.
ugh look at him. he can do better than this. if he doesn’t catch up, i’m requesting for another member to dance with me.
although he quickly memorised his solo part before dancing with you, the one second break in between have already made him forget the next step. he wasn’t in the right mind, he knew that much and was continuously questioned himself why he lost concentration. dancing with naeun was an exemption. she was a fellow mc, and even then he was shy to hold her hand. but this? this was different. this was more than just holding hands. this included skinship he has never done before, let alone executing intimate movements.
“pretend you’re pulling a lever as she flicks her hips side and back the second time. your hands should be by her hips.” youngjoon instructed, observing jaehyun’s shaky movements at the mirror reflection with reference from the video you sent him before. “good. jae, body wave to the left. y/n to the right and both swing your shoulders outwards..”
but if he wasn’t in the right mind, you were slowly getting there too. the more you were faced with jaehyun, the more you head became fuzzy. you could feel yourself heating up and this wasn’t due to the dance at all. “y/n, caress his jaw and grab him close.”
jaehyun gulped, trying not mind his friends and focus on the routine. “oi, step in closer.” your senior said, nudging the boy at the back. “i said closer like you’re hugging her- ah.” youngjoon realised he made a mistake. the boy froze again and his figure hovered you, the lights above blocked by his shocked expression.
you were falling back.
at this rate, both of you might cause the other an embarrassment of a lifetime. you braced for impact and it was written on your face. jaehyun saw how you shut your eyes. he was afraid of injuring you and somehow did the unthinkable; not even his friends expected that from him and were worried the big guy might crush you. he flipped you around the moment you both were inches above the ground, landing on him instead. “mfgh. ow.” you heard him groan, followed by few gasps and shocked voices.
hesitantly, you opened an eye and felt his palms around your torso. he too had a sour face from the fall. “that was close.” jaehyun squinted you take a peek of you and let out a sigh, which already brought guilt showering over you. “glad you’re not injured-”
“are you two alright?” hana with concern, asked as others repeated the same question.
you got up to sit on your calves in apology but soon spotted hana and youngjoon grinning like their plan worked. so they did have something to do with this. “are you an idiot??” you sighed with a drumming heart, taking jaehyun aback. “you’re performing in two days and it’s best if i’m injured than you are.”
“hey, you’re dancing too..” jaehyun chuckled though was surprised with your sudden fits and tone of your voice, standing up to lend a hand. “..so it’s best if you’re not injured.”
he waited for you to respond to his offer and as you took it, you felt a painful throb at the left ankle. tsk, must’ve twisted a bit it when we fell. dammit jaehyun. you cleared your throat loudly. it came out more of a growl in an annoyed tone. “look, i don’t think you get it. you have two days to practice and there‘s only one you. there are many dancers who can replace me-”
“no, i don’t think you get it. you’re the only one who knows the choreography. you’re basically irreplaceable.”
perhaps if this was told to you in a different sight, you would be squirmy and walking on flowers now. but this was nothing of it. you had to remain professional and set your personal feelings aside.
“not unless if another dancer perfects the dance in two days..” you trailed off.
“okay okay, stop the talking and continue where you both left off. a fall like that shouldn’t be a reason why you’re quarrelling.” youngjoon clapped his hands, moving you in front of jaehyun to start from the top.
when you said that, jaehyun was unsure why you were suddenly irritated. he held his position for the duet before speaking words that had you all fluttery again. “well, i’m dancing with you and staff said it’s final.”
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the following day, your ankle swelled overnight and informed that you would teach jaehyun and yeri, whom you’ve chosen to be his dance partner— the only idol available prior to nct 127’s performance. you crossed arms, observing how she got the steps quicker than jaehyun. “i want you to pop your hips a little more and match the timing with jaehyun. look at him intently before he holds your hand and you letting go.”
a pout then was seen on her face, hesitant and shy to do what you instructed. “i know it’s weird but i’d like you to think what you’re doing is art..” you tried to sound encouraging and later saw jaehyun taking a break at the far end of the stage. “just expressed in forms of movements.”
yeri stifled a laugh, feeling a lot better now she saw how you looked at her fellow label-mate. “yeah that’s not how jaehyun sees it-” she hushed immediately for speaking her thoughts. “y/n, how has he not learned his part yet? didn’t you teach him yesterday?”
“trust me i did! jaehyun’s a great artist but he just doesn’t seemed focused like i imagined him to be.” you took a bite from your sandwich, and yeri giggled that you unconsciously ignored the first half of her sentence. “i mean his solo was a 15-second one. i don’t see why he would forget the rest of the 35-seconds.”
she pursed her lips and took sight of taeyong winking at her, hinting your density with these situations. “well i think he actually got the steps now.” she arched her brows, pointing at the direction where jaehyun was at. “i heard he works hard alone- not that i’m offending you! you’re a great teacher and dancer!”
you smiled as you crumpled the plastic wrap and tossed it in the bin. “none taken, i kinda understand why he would be nervous around me.”
her ears perked up and pulled you to the side. “ooh ooh you do? what is it? i’m in for the tea!”
“i pull a resting face while i monitor them. probably why he found it hard to approach me. he thinks i’m the kind who doesn’t want to be disturbed.” you and yeri walked further off the stage to sit at the very front.
she held her chest hearing how awful you might’ve felt from him. “aw that’s bitter tea! y/n i’m sure he doesn’t think that way! it just takes time, might be longer than the other guys but you’ll get there.”
“get to where?”
“to being friends, and not only the professional level.”
at another side of it, taeyong and the rest heard the whole conversation. they shared looks knowing that they had to relay the news to jaehyun, who was staring at you giggling away with yeri. he met eyes with them and had a thin lipped smile, walking towards his friends. “you guys are weird, quit the creepy smiles.”
doyoung smacked the boy’s head for the density his currently possessed. “do you know the impression she has on you?”
“who? yeri?”
now it was taeil’s turn to smack his head. “y/n, you dimwit.” he sighed, looking at your silhouette under dimmed light then onto jaehyun. “she thinks you’re great..”
“but what you do around her seems to have shown you’re not interested in her.” jungwoo completed his sentence.
jaehyun never felt so attacked by both from them and the facts thrown upon him. “what? no! i am interested in her!”
“then tell her that. it isn’t that hard to say you’re interested in being friends.” haechan bent to release the tension in his muscles.
they wanted to encourage him a little more yet were then called to stand-by for another practice, with the interlude as the beginning. the signal from the staff have ordered for the lightings and music to be queued and readied.
mark nudged him in a strength that nearly made him fall. “hey, it’s about the right time you get closer to her,” he said in a low voice, highkey referring to your ruptured ligament on your ankle yet jaehyun seemed to have missed the point. “or else there’ll be no development.”
jaehyun chugged on his bottle in silence. “what do you mean?”
“youngjoon hyung said she’ll be on leave for weeks. i don’t know how long but if you don’t do anything now, you’ll continue to live up to the impression without even talking to her.” he explained and cringed afterwards feeling taeyong and johnny’s presence among them.
“show her that what she choreographed for us is not in vain, okay?” johnny made his hair a mess, before leaving the stage to go to where you were. the stage director said his count down. you cheered on yeri with a thumbs up and the music started its tune.
a/n: can’t seem to add song in between texts, so here’s a link instead ;-; let me know if it doesn’t work :3
it was your choreography up there, that was soon to be shown to the world, recorded to be part of the rundown and later burnt in c.d’s. you felt nervous at the fact if they would really execute what you wanted to show— the form of art you put your sweat upon even if it were just 50 seconds. when jaehyun began taking yeri’s hand after his solo part, leading her then mirroring her movements, your heart squeezed for no reason. they should be able to nail this part until the last beat of the song.
but as you clenched your chest to prevent your hands from shaking, taeyong saw your expression, convincing him enough that your reaction towards this said otherwise.
the boys usually held a small dinner a day prior to the concert, for a good show and performance. yuta decided to invite you to a japanese restaurant nearby so you wouldn’t feel left out or feel a lot distant than you already were with them.
you prepared your essentials before meeting them, the tapes of your ankle band came loose and you reached to adjust it as discomfort was all you felt for a while. jaehyun knelt down to sit across you, licking his dry lips to simmer the nervousness he felt inside. “do you need help?” he asked when you looked up to notice his presence. “or is there anything i can do to help?”
“y-yeah. it needs a proper tightness to it.” you gave a faint nod. he smiled and held your left leg to rest it on his thigh.
silence was slowly killing him, he had to admit that at least. now that you both conversed, what then? would this just be another acquaintance talk like yesterday, where it was only a mere one? nothing else to it? nothing happened?
jaehyun wanted to set the professionalism to the side, heed to his friends’ words and actually become close to you. perhaps put his feelings for you behind him for the meantime. “sorry.” he conceded, which made you confused for a second. “i’m sorry.”
“from the fall yesterday?” you stretched back that your palms were your support as he taped the band around. jaehyun shook his head, making you more confused. “then what are you apologising for?”
“for making you feel like i didn’t want to talk to you since you arrived.”
you stared at him, lips parting when you finally grasped his purpose. “oh.. that! it’s okay. i’m not expecting to be that level of friends immediately.” you chuckled awkwardly because it was a bit of a lie. i mean it took a while to be good friends with the others-”
“i’m sorry that i chose not to talk to you and it might have given you a bad impression of me.” he took your shoe so you could wear and head to the restaurant. “i guess it really is difficult to when i admire you a lot. heck i even asked my groupmates to tone down their knowledge about that because they have plans to embarrass-”
he jolted at the drop of your phone and your sigh, eyes wandering and wavering at it then looking to you. he helped you stand up and when he did too, you sighed heavier, flattened lips and a smile. “my anxiety convinced me that you hated me.” you confessed, finally letting out the worry that has been bothering you for months.
you shyly looked back at him and noticed how he was fidgety as you were. you couldn’t handle the visuals he has— even more now that he was close to you. so ethereal and magnetising.
maybe this was what the somersaults you’ve been feeling all the time. the unexplainable gut feeling that you’d be pulled into something you couldn’t handle?
it was him.
jaehyun panicked at the word. “h-hate? i don’t! not even a bit. i really like you!” he sputtered, then waving his hands to deny his feelings. “i mean like as in like you as person and your dedication to all this.”
“heh..” you both turned to the voice and taeyong smirked what he heard. “just tell her already, jae.” he pointed out, and you were left clueless as they shared the same brain cell. jaehyun’s eyes grew, hoping that his friend wouldn’t expose him, but taeyong answered him with his eyes, as if his voice was almost telepathic.
‘not confessing! you’re not at that intimacy level yet! tell y/n that you wanna hang with her!’
“i-i just wanna get closer to you?” he pondered, scratching his neck from the tornado of feelings whirling inside. “as friends, not as workmates or anything.” he waited for your response, staring in your magnetising orbs that lured him into something deeper.
“we would’ve been if we talked earlier on.” you smiled, hinting that you didn’t mind taking that step with him too. “but yeah, same here, jaehyun.”
jaehyun smiled genuinely at you for the first time, no awkwardness nor forcing himself to. “yes!” he had his fists up with ecstasy that you said his name, only to panic at the time. the dinner was already starting.
taeyong exhaled and swung his arms to let the blood flow normally. “ah, now that’s settled. let’s get to the restaurant too.”
you punched his arm and he flinched at the impact and hissed that it came out more of a question than a reaction you expected. “what you get for lying that you didn’t know anything.” you stuck a tongue out.
“and i’m supposed to pay the price for it?” he rubbed to sooth the pain. “not fair.”
walking to the backstage, you slowly lifted your foot to head down the stairs. “don’t worry, they’ll get their punches from me real soon.” you whistled.
jaehyun took your hand, supporting your weight at the same time. he couldn’t rush you in the state you’re in.
“what about jaehyun? he’s the one who did all this, and had the rest of us included.” taeyong jut his lips to point to the boy, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jackets. “he should get a punch too.”
“i’m not punching someone who wants to be closer to me. it’s not a good.. first impression.” you hid a laugh with flattened lips, jaehyun mirrored you and gave a flirty wink.
with that, he managed to magnetise you, just to make his gap with you,
closer.
#nct 127#jaehyun oneshot#jung jaehyun#jaehyun imagines#jaehyun scenarios#jaehyun writings#jaehyun au#jaehyun fluff#jung yoonoh#nct jaehyun#jaehyun#nct#jaehyun nct#jaehyun x reader
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Can I request a rather soft Jason fic where, instead of being romantically involved with someone, he's best friends with an autistic camp counselor who teaches him how to swim and in return, he teaches them sign language so they can communicate better?
This is so sweet🥺 I actually took a ASL class for a year in high school so I know the bare minimum of sign language lol. I’m so sorry it took so long!
My writing skills have been a bit suckish lately😭
Warnings: None
Companie
As you were sitting on a stump by yourself, in your thoughts listening to the birds chirp around you and the children laughing, witnessing two children playing fighting but before it got a little too rough you yelled out,
“Jaden! Kayla! Don’t be so rough with each other!”
“Suck my ass, I do what I want!” Jaden replied before Kayla screamed running into the woods with Jaden chasing after her. “Kids! Stop!”
Quickly getting up running after them and following their voices you hear screaming coming from both kids as they run towards you.
“Kill them kill them! Not us!” They yelled as you scoffed spotting Jason standing there staring at you. You gasped softly before rolling your eyes smiling. “Thank you...” You said walking up to him with the sound of the leaves below crunching from your feet. Jason nodded as a response, you looked back at the camp with the children, you seemed to be one of the only camp counselors that actually watched the kids. It was quite sad. Those other counselors seemed to be doing, other things... which irritated you to no end.
“Maybe... I can tuck the kids into bed then meet you back at your cabin. It’s getting pretty late for them anyway.” You smiled as he stood there gesturing that he’ll be waiting for you until then.
Walking back to the playing children feeling your best friend’s eyes on you as you’re leaving to woods. But as soon as you’re out, you had an egg launch at you, all on your face and hair, gasping and flinching at the sudden impact, you sighed in announce trying to calm down. You knew snapping at those kids wasn’t the option even if the other camp counselors do it all the time. Laughing from the distance filled your ears, choosing to ignore it as your fingers naturally reached for your hair as egg yolk fell to the ground. But a little dropping on your legs.
“Eggs. Classic.”
The closer you became to the children they got louder, “Kids! It’s time for bed. Get in your pjs, now!” To your surprise, they groaned and put the eggs down walking grumblingly to their cabins. Following your eyes and head glanced back towards the woods, keeping in mind Jason is waiting for you there.
The kids were all tucked in bed, and all of the camp counselors were by the fire talking, laughing, singing, like just about every night...
You however, weren’t interested like always. You would always secretly run off to the woods to avoid whisperings from the other counselors or judgement from them. When you knew no one else can hear or see you anymore, you let out a relived sigh walking all around the woods to find your companion.
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Jason was waiting for his best friend, standing by the docks of the lake staring into the dark water, hearing footsteps he turned his head immediately and relaxed when he found out it was you. Giving him a big warm smile as you waltzed right over to him, soon stepping on the creaky old wood above the shallow water.
“Alright Jason, you ready?”
He gave a hesitant nod, but he wanted to try, and he’s very grateful you’ll be the one teaching him.
Taking off your shoes and socks, laying on your tummy with the wood creaking you dipped your fingers into the black freezing water earning a hiss from your teeth. Jason had an idea of why you made that sound, feeling more hesitant he took your hand in his large one gently. A chuckle fell from your lips before diving right in and immediately feeling the freezing water across your body having you shiver when your head popped up the surface.
“I-it’s o-ok J-J-Jason! J-just rrreally fffreez-ing!” Shivering and your teeth clattering Jason was now worried about your health. It helped a lot as he came in the water slowly and was able to stand in the water, while your feet barley could even touch the bottom. With your hands on your arms as the goosebumps and hair stood up straight, not to mention the wind howling and breezing through the night sky didn’t help at all either.
When Vorhees was inches away from you he quickly held you close to warm you up. Surprisingly, he was actually warm and the shivering along with the teeth chattering died down. Taking deep breaths as the both of you slowly but surely maneuvered deeper, and deeper into the dark lake.
Your body slowly getting used to this cold water your shivering stopped and your attention all on Jason. His legs and hands didn’t know what to do, having his limbs flail and splash around in the water beginning to panic. “Jason! Jason it’s ok, it’s ok!” Your voice and soft tone along with holding his arms up as his large ones were placed on your shoulders for balance.
“Just slowly move your legs and you’ll be fine.”
Eventually he got the hang of it, with guidance and techniques as he really went through the water smoothly and with a big smile on your face. “Good, oh you’re doing so good Jason.”
Your smile and praises warmed him inside, he would be smiling back if he could.
After the swimming lessons, Jason walked back to his cabin with no problem while you were shivering in his arms as he carried you inside the warm little home.
Laying you down and wrapping a warm blanket around you while keeping that friendly appreciative smile stuck on your ice cold face. Jason took a chair and sat in it , ready to return the favor and teach you something in return.
Tilting your head curiously wondering what he’s up to Jason held up his hands doing a few letters of the alphabet in sign language. You gasp softly feeling a bit excited and grateful he’s teaching you something his mother taught him in a way to communicate.
Doing sign language with your best friend had you busy all night, making more and more camp counselors wondering where you were. But not looking for you.
You didn’t mind at all, you can spend forever with Jason teaching you sign language, and teaching him how to swim. Or be with him in general,
You always made each other happy.
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🥛🥢 — a 2020 note from genny. ♡
hi, hey, hello. it's genny. the 19 year old staymoagene writer who acts 14, simps over sunghoon, and often cries because she always ends up scaring her anons away.
some of you know me as a friend, some of you know me as that person from your network who only stops by once a week either to say something suggestive about beomgyu or to ask a dumb question. some of you look up to me, and i still find that baffling because for as long as i can remember i was always someone people prayed they wouldn't turn out like. some people know me as the one who's kind of a smart mouth and always ends up getting jumped by anons too. that's probably my favorite title, won't lie to you there.
uh so what's the point of this? why are we here? well, i'm not the best at expressing certain emotions and i'm a bit of a tryhard when it comes to a lot of things. i flirt with hate anons, i publicly insult the fandoms i'm in, i can't remember how to solve quadratic equations. but something i've always been good at -never suckish at- is writing. and it's because of the 8 months i spent on this platform with all of you that i can finally, actually, confidently say,
i am an okay writer. like i'm actually not as bad as i initially thought.
i don't like being egotistical, so hear me out. i joined this platform to read someone else's work but i spontaneously decided to start a writing blog. i had zero confidence and a large amount of jealousy directed at some people, but it wasn't until i started putting myself out there, joining networks and making friends, that i started to feel more at ease. everyone i've interacted with has treated me with respect and has been so kind to me. i am so grateful to have been welcomed into a community of content creators who i share so much in common with and are so generous, lively, and passionate about what they make.
so thank you. thank you so much. thank you for being nice to me, looking out for me, talking to me, inspiring me, and motivating me. i wanted to quit so many times, but every time i talked to one of you or saw one of your blogposts i came back. i always tell people to wait just a little longer and for once i took my own advice. i'm so glad i waited because this blog went farther than i ever thought it would.
now, i don't want anyone to feel left out, but i really want to shoutout the people i feel closest to or most comfortable speaking to. i refuse to tag all 140+ blogs i follow because i know deep down i don't interact with most of you. so even if you're not here, it doesn't mean i don't heart you or like you. i'm still thankful for every single person on here, whether we're moots or not.
☆\ @wooyukh @soobcxre @softbbyg0rl @sung4oon @magicisland9-34 @randomgirlwriting @i2gyu @nico-nico-niiki @hooniee @enhypenhours @fullsunsunoo @sunghoonseyebrowcult @enhypenthusiast @dnceracha @cotccotc @hyukaite @binniebutter @unlocktxt @yeonjuncore @hueningkais @n8dlesoupguk @svnghoonie @jakeysim @heartthrobchoi @sunoo-luvs @ohcheri
+ the networks i'm in but tend to vanish from @districtninewriters @txtarcadianet @moacabinet @enhypenwriters @enhypennetwork
hey! hey! those shoutouts weren't in the script. you're going over your planned word count. it's time to close up. enough of this softness.
we've had some fun times on here, and i'm sure there will be plenty more great occurrences. here's to the grandma genny jokes, the nsfw moa war, and dispatch's upcoming announcement on jan 1, 2021 that i am in fact dating park sunghoon of enhypen. thanks again, love you lots.
#and to whoever was pretending to be me for like 3 months straight... f*ck you bro#i probably forgot like 6 of you but it's cause i tend to forget people when i haven't seen or talked to them in awhile#i don't hate you or anything though#if 2020 was a person i would have sniped them by now#just saying#kidding i don't own a weapon#violence is never the answer#no but seriously 2020 looked at us and was like#shut up. i'll kill you#okay i'm done#i'll stop now#my apologies#✩⡱ milestones
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English, Please
Part 1: Late to School... By a Lot
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You sighed, rubbing your temples as you groaned, frustration only rising in your body as you assessed the situation. Your school had been released for Christmas and New Year’s break and you were visiting family and friends out of state. Your break was long and enjoyable and it had been time to finally go back home and back to school where you would started second semester.
Except you weren’t back at school for your second semester yet. On the trip back home, your car had broken down so you and your parents were waiting for a tow truck to come and pick you up from the gas station where your car had stopped working.
You dad knew the car had been acting up and said we would get it fixed before it was time to head back home, but everything moved so fast that he’d forgotten to. So you got on the road, halfway from your destination home and from where you’d just left.
You would’ve been fine missing the first couple of days back after the break, it’s not like you’d have a schedule change or like you would have a test for when you got back.
Except you did.
Before you left for your break, your French Professor gave you all a set of flashcards to look over for your break of the things you’d learned and told you all that you would have a beginning of semester exam to see what you remembered. The test would be the first grade of the semester and you couldn’t retake it.
So now you were stressed because you needed to take that test. That and you wanted to see your professor again. You knew it wasn’t exactly right to have feelings for your teacher, but you couldn’t help it if you found him highly attractive.
You weren’t the only one who thought so either. A lot of the female students in his class only take the class because of him. You had decided to because you like the French language and it was your last year of high school. Why switch languages?
Then three new, young members of the staff showed up, both named Professor Mikaelson. Professor Niklaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, and Elijah Mikaelson were brothers who’d decided to start teaching.
While Niklaus was attractive, he also proved to be quite strict when it came to teaching his students, and sometimes his assignments weren’t the easiest and he made sure of it. But the students still loved him. You had him for your art class and he liked some of your work.
Kol was the theatre professor. Everyone in that class liked him, but if you didn’t know how he taught you would think he wasn’t supposed to be a teacher at the school. You were in his class, as you decided to take art and theatre, trusting that it would be fun to double in fine arts. He always admired your way of acting.
Then there was the undeniably attractive Professor Elijah Mikaelson. You were surprised to end up getting all three brothers and some call you lucky, as only a few ended up having the privilege.
He was kind but strict enough to make sure everyone did their work to the absolute best of their ability. You were one of his top students. You always showed up at least two minutes early for his class, you always but bonus work at the bottom of your assignments to show that he knew you paid attention in his classes, since you had to talk in French in his classes and anytime you speak to him, you made sure to put extra care in your word choice and pronunciation, and you turned in your assignments early with extra work.
You knew you were one of his top students, but you didn’t know you were his favorite.
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You’d been able to get the car fixed and back to Virginia before the last day of the first week back. You got up extra early on Friday, put on your best clothes, grabbed everything you would need and made sure to read your flashcards going out of the door and into your own fully functioning car before heading off to school.
In the hall you ran into your best friend, Caroline. Oh, boy. “Where the hell have you been?!” She yelled, rushing over to you and inspecting you.
You sighed and spoke, “Sorry, Care. Dad’s car broke down when we were halfway through our trip and we got stuck in a city with very suckish connection and I couldn’t call. I would have, I swear.”
“Well, you missed Professor Mikaelson’s test! He said no retake.” Caroline told you.
You nodded, “I know, I know.” You sighed, “Look the bell is about to ring and I have Professor Niklaus first. I’ll catch you at lunch?”
She nodded, “You better. See you at lunch.”
You nodded and rushed to your class without being called by the others teachers to stop running. When you got to the class, Niklaus smirked and said, “Ah, Miss Y/N, you’re alive. I was beginning to worry that something happened to one of my good students.”
You gave him a nod, an apologetic smile, and told him, “Forgive me, Professor. I had car troubles and got stuck outside of Virginia. If there’s any work I need to get done, I will immediately.”
He nodded, “No worries. You’ve only missed an assignment that’s due tonight. Since you were not here, I’ll have you turn it in Monday morning. It shouldn’t be difficult for you.”
You nodded, “Of course, Professor. Thank you.” The bell rang and he announced for everyone to take their seats.
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The first three classes ended and you were watching the clock as your English class moved so slowly. After the bell, you stood with your already gathered items and rushed down the halls to get to Professor Elijah’s class. If you got there quick enough, you’d have three minutes to tardy bell.
You got there, the first student to the classroom and sighed. Elijah was standing outside of his classroom door, seemingly pleased to see you but a little frustrated at the same time.
You bowed your head as you walked up to him. “Professeur Mikaelson. Pardonne-moi. Au retour de la pause, notre voiture est tombée en panne. Je viens de rentrer hier soir. (When we got back from the break, our car broke down. I just got back last night.)”
The professor furrowed his brows as he listened. You continued, carefully thinking over your words so you don’t mess something up.
“J'espérais pouvoir encore faire le test. Je pourrais venir après l'école. Je pourrais faire du travail supplémentaire. Tout ce que tu as besoin que je fasse, s'il vous plaît. (I hoped I could still do the test. I could come after school. I could do some extra work. Whatever you need me to do, please.)
Elijah closed his eyes and held up his hand. You pursed your lips as you waited for his response. "Tu es l’un de mes meilleurs. En raison des circonstances, je vous autoriserai à le prendre. Merci pour l'explication. Venez me voir pendant le déjeuner après avoir mangé. (You are one of my best. Due to the circumstances, I will allow you to take it. Thanks for the explanation. Come see me during lunch after eating.)
You smiled and spoke, "Merci beaucoup! (Thank you so much!)”
You walked into the class and took your seat, setting everything out and getting right to work as you waited for the bell.
After the class ended, you got to lunch and quickly grabbed your meal sitting with Caroline as you dug in quickly. “Woah, woah, woah! Slow down!”
“Can’t. I have to get to Professor Mikaelson’s classroom during lunch so I can take the test. He’s allowing me to do it because of what happened. I’ve got to get there quickly.” You told her.
She asked, “He’s letting you take it? That’s so weird, he was so insistent on no retakes.”
You shrugged, “I guess since I hadn’t taken it yet, it doesn’t count. I dunno. I just need to hurry.”
“Eat, don’t inhale.” She told you, giving a small look of slight disgust at how you were practically stuffing your face. She then raised a brow and gave a suggestive look, “Do you think you’ll be doing some under the table work?”
You almost choked on your food as you looked at her, coughing a little, “What? That’s ridiculous! He’s a professor, I’m a student! We can’t do that!”
She shrugged, “Well, we are seniors and you are a consenting adult. So…”
You shook your head, “You are unbelievable, Care.”
She shrugged again, “Hey, do you have a pen or pencil I could borrow? I lended mine to someone in my last class and forgot to get it back. I need to write something real quick.”
You nodded and dug in your bag, “I only have the one because I stupidly left my spares at home, so give it back.” She nodded and grabbed the pen, quickly getting to work with whatever she was writing.
You finished your food and stood, throwing your bag over your shoulder and saying, “See you next period in theatre.”
She nodded, “Okay, good luck.” She gave a suggestive movement and you rolled your eyes as heat rushed to your cheeks.
Professor Elijah Mikaelson was a very formal and professional teacher. He would never. Especially not with someone like you.
But that didn’t stop your mind from wandering.
You finally got to class and took a breath before knocking on the door.
“Entrez. (Come in.)” His voice came through the door, the French accent slipping off of his tongue so elegantly.
You took another breath and stepped in. “Je suis ici. (I am here.)
He looked up, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. "Ah. Mademoiselle Y/L/N. Viens t'asseoir. (Ah. Miss Y/L/N. Come and sit down.)” He motioned to the chair he moved in front of his desk.
You nodded and sat down in the chair, setting your things to your side. “Merci encore. (Thanks again.)”
He stood and went to retrieve your assignment. You dug in your bag for your pen and closed your eyes shut. “Merde. (Shit.)” You muttered.
“Excuse-moi? (Excuse me?)” Elijah asked, a hint of amusement in his voice at your use of profanity.
You pursed your lips and spoke, “Pardonne-moi. J'ai oublié mon stylo. (Forgive me. I forgot my pen.)”
He lifted one side of his suit jacket, reaching into an inside pocket and pulling out a sleek and fabulous black pen with a single strip of gold at the tip of it. “Utilisez le mien. (Use mine.)”
He handed the pen over to you and you admired it’s elegance. While you did so, he slid a couple of blank, lined pieces of paper over to you and a seperate stack of two papers covered in printed writing.
You looked over it and then up to him. He explained, “Je veux que vous traduisiez parfaitement cet extrait de The Great Gatsby. Vous n'aurez droit qu'à trois erreurs. Si vous ne terminez pas avant la fin du déjeuner, je vous laisserai rester tard et donnerai un mot à votre prochain professeur. Tu peux commencer. (I want you to translate this excerpt from The Great Gatsby perfectly. You will only be allowed three errors. If you don’t finish before lunch is over, I’ll let you stay late and give your next teacher a note. You can begin.)”
You stared at the paper blankly, surprised and nervous. You didn’t think this would be the assignment, it wasn’t what he described.
“Quelque chose ne va pas? (Something is wrong?)” He asked.
You shook out of your daze and muttered, “Non, juste confus. Je pensais que c'était un test de mémoire. (No, just confused. I thought it was a memory test.)
"C'était pour tout le monde. Je comprends votre situation, mais vous n'avez toujours pas passé le premier test. Vous avez donc un test plus difficile à faire. (It was for everyone. I understand your situation, but you still haven’t passed the first test. So you have a more difficult test to do.)
He motioned to the papers and for you to get started. You nodded and uncapped the pen, taking a breath in and bringing the papers to you and taking a breath.
He brought a stack of papers to his desk and put them in front of them as he went through to start grading. You bit your lip and began working, writing your student ID number and the date in the top right corner.
You took another breath in and began reading the first sentence. You translated it carefully as the tip of the pen wrote against the paper.
You admired how the pen complimented your handwriting. You’d been told once or twice that you had such great handwriting and people always admired it, but you never really paid much attention to it, not caring much for how you wrote but more about what you wrote.
Your neat and elegant cursive wrote onto the paper smoothly and quickly as you began working. After a few uncertain translations and read-thrus to make sure it was right, you sunk into it and began to right, your nerves sinking away.
Elijah looked over the papers he was grading and over to your progress. His breath hitched slightly and his eyes went wide. You looked up a little when you heard the small gasp.
"Monsieur? (Sir?)” You asked carefully. He shook his head and cleared his throat, “Pardonne-moi. Continuer. (Forgive me. Carry on.)
You nodded slowly and went back to your paper. After a while, the bell rang and you looked up as you but your lip. Elijah took in a deep breath and asked, ” Avez-vous besoin de plus de temps? (Do you need more time?)“
You nodded, "S'il vous plaît. (Please.)”
He nodded and motioned to your paper for you to finish. He grabbed a sticky note and began scribbling on it. You looked up through your eyelashes, subtly looking at what he wrote.
As he wrote out your name, you bit your lip and took in a small breath. Why was your name in his handwriting so sexy?
You shook your head and continued.
When you finally finished almost ten minutes before your next class ended, you nodded and slid your papers over. He looked over the paper and told you carefully, “Vous avez oublié de mettre le nom complet et le numéro de classe de votre professeur. (You forgot to put the full name and class number of your teacher.)
You looked up at him and the paper. You didn’t think you would have to since your paper would be different from everyone else’s. But you didn’t argue.
Instead, you added the class number and Elijah’s full name up at the top next to your student ID number.
"Merci. Tu peux partir. (Thank you. You can leave.)” He handed you your note and confiscated your papers, setting them to the side.
You nodded slowly and stood, getting to the door before saying a small, “Au revoir. (Goodbye.)” He nodded and you turned to leave, heading to your next class.
You opened the door slowly and walked in. The teacher looked up at you and smiled. “Ah, Miss Y/N. Good to see you weren’t intending on skipping the whole class.” Professor Mikaelson spoke, er, the other Professor Mikaelson.
You handed him the note, “My apologies.”
Kol read the note quickly and nodded, “No, the apologies are mine. It seems my brother was keeping you busy. Have a seat and write down these last things before class ends. Thank you.”
You nodded, “Thank you, Professor.”
You went to take your seat with Caroline who was giving you a large and unsettling smile. “So…how did it go?”
You rolled your eyes, “I got a more difficult test, that’s how it went. I had to translate a two-page excerpt from The Great Gatsby into French.” You held out your hand, “Pen, please.”
She nodded, “Oh, my bad.” She handed you your pen that she’d stuffed in her bag. “I assumed you wouldn’t need it.”
You rolled your eyes and got to work before the class ended.
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You spent the day nervous about what you might have gotten on the test. You were in your last class of the day sitting next to Damon Salvatore who would give suggestive winks to you whenever the word “sexual” would pop up since you were in a science class talking about how some organisms sexually reproduce and how other asexually reproduce.
You looked down at your work when the door opened to the classroom. One of the office aids handed a note to the professor and you shrugged and looked back down at your work. Then she spoke, “Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”
You looked up and she handed out the note for you. You stood from your chair and retrieved the note. You returned to your seat and read it to yourself.
’Miss Y/N Y/L/N,
I have graded your paper and would like to discuss it with you after school, if you are free today. If not, come see me Monday morning before school starts.
Professor E. Mikaelson.’
You sighed and bit your lip, half wondering if you talk would be good or not and half admiring your name in his writing.
Damon nudged your shoulder, “Oo, someone’s in trouble.”
You laughed at your friend’s antics, “Shut up, Damon.”
He laughed and nudged you again, childishly pointing at his paper to the word ‘sex’. You rolled your eyes, “You and Caroline suck.”
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You waved your goodbyes to your friends and headed to Elijah’s classroom, your nerves getting to you as you shakily raised your fist to the door. You took a breath and knocked.
“Entrez. (Come in.)” He said through the door. You sighed and opened the door once again.
“Je suis ici. (I am here.)” You told him. He turned to you smiled and spoke, “Miss Y/N.”
You stopped slightly as the words that came out of his mouth were English and not French.
You nodded slowly, “Oui. J'ai votre note. (Yes. I have your note.)”
He nodded, “Yes. Thank you for coming to see me.”
Your knees almost buckled just then. You were not expecting him to speak in English. In fact, you had never heard him speak English before. You were always supposed to speak to him in French and he, you. Those were his rules.
“Bien sûr. (Of course.)” You continued to speak French, even if you did stutter. You didn’t want to get in trouble for not doing it.
His voice was so amazing when he spoke in that lovely language, but it was even better to hear him speak in English. It was still so elegant in his voice. You expected his voice to have the same accent as his brothers, but it did not. His voice held a trace of it, but it had a certain uniqueness to it.
You loved it.
He motioned to his desk and had you sit back down in the chair he pulled up again in case you came. “Please, come and sit." He removed his suit jacket and laid it over his chair before taking a seat.
You sat down slowly and carefully, making sure your weak legs could support you. He pulled up your paper and looked at it, sighing as he handed it back to you. You took that as a bad sign and slumped slightly.
He spoke, "I read your paper and checked over it.”
You nodded, “Et? (And?)”
He smiled, “You passed with flying colors. The only error I saw was a simple and common mistake.”
You nodded, a smile on your lips. “Ç'est incroyable! (That’s/It’s incredible!)
He nodded, "It is. I have never had a student like you. And this handwriting is impeccable. I have been rooting for the person with this handwriting since the work they turned in was so amazing, but I could only identify it by the student ID. When I saw you write…I couldn’t handle myself.”
“Quoi? (What?)” You asked, surprised.
He nodded and stood, walking around his desk to you and taking seat at the edge of it next to you, “You are the best student I’ve ever had. And your handwriting is the best I’ve ever seen in my life. And, may I say, you are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”
You were speechless. You were dreaming, you had to be. There was no way. It just didn’t make sense.
“Je- er… Tu-… (I- er… You-…)” You couldn’t seem to find English or French words to use.
He asked, “Have I overstepped?” He got off of his desk and began to travel back behind it. You spoke instantly, “Non! (No!)”
He looked back at you, “So you won’t mind my saying that you are a talented and beautiful human being who I’m most fortunate to have in my class. I missed you while you were gone. I was worried when you didn’t show the first few days.”
You were at an extreme loss for words. Not only was he finally speaking English, he was telling you how beautiful and talented you were? This didn’t make sense. You had to be dreaming. Right?
“Monsieur…” You began, trying to figure out what to say.
He finally told you, “English, please.”
You don’t know what possessed you to say this in such a way, but you probably should have thanked it.
“But I thought you liked French.” You spoke, your brow raising as your words sounded like silk and your voice deepened very slightly.
His eyes seemed to light up. Like you had never heard him speak English until now, he had not heard you speak it. He sighed as he spoke, “Beautiful.”
He smirked, taking a couple of steps toward you, “Someone’s naughty.” He turned your chair over to face him.
Your face heated up as you realized what you had just said and what he was doing. “Oh my- Forgive me.”
He kneeled in front of you, looking up into your eyes as his darkened slightly. His hand landed softly on your knee as he looked at you. Your body heated up as you assessed the situation.
It was safe to say that you were thoroughly turned on and hot. Your breath heat up as you looked into those dark brown eyes.
“The pleasure of hearing your voice is so fulfilling. It’d be a wonder to find out how fulfilling you could be…” He spoke, seemingly thinking out loud.
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in undertow | jaehyun x reader oneshot
▸ based on the movie “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind” and the song “in undertow” by alvvays. [angst]
▸ please do let me know your feedback on this one-shot by messaging me. i would gladly appreciate it. enjoy!
“You made a mistake you’d like to erase and I understand”
FULLSUN Neuroscience Inc. has developed a technology wherein people can choose to erase a person, event, or even an object from their memory forever. If the patient decides to erase a person, FULLSUN sends a notice letter to the target person of the patient. You stared at the paper. You, of course, knows how to read but for some reason the statement from the paper did not make any sense. Jung Jaehyun has requested that Y/N Y/L/N will be eradicated from his memory. We hope you respect the decision of our patient. What could you have possibly done that makes Jaehyun want to erase you from his memory?
You and him met while you were in college. While you were drunk at one of Ten’s parties and ranting to the stranger next to you about how you hated the course you’re currently taking. That stranger happened to be Jung Jaehyun. “It’s not that it will be the worse job in the world,” you started, thinking he has all the right answers because he seems to be one year ahead of you. “It’s just that I don’t feel happy right now and I’m afraid I will never be.”
“First of all, do you want me to talk you out of shifting or do you want me to encourage you to shift?” He asked for clarifications. At this point, you were too drunk off of whatever concoction Doyoung has been giving you in large cups for the past two hours.
“Just look at me and tell me that I will not be a failure despite what I will choose to do tomorrow.” You slurred.
“Okay. You will never be a failure despite what you will do tomorrow.” He announced, accompanied by a sweet smile. A smile that didn’t say that he feels sorry for you but one that said that you will really be fine. “And you will be happy. I promise.”
”I told you. You’ll be alright.” Jaehyun smiles down on you. You were already on your second semester with the course that you felt happy and connected with.
“Can you imagine where would I be if I never ranted to you during Ten’s party?” You asked laughing.
“My best guess? Crying on your bathroom floor.” You playfully smacked him on the chest.
“Thank you, Jaehyun.” You looked up at him. He smiled back at you while his thumb was caressing your hand that he was holding. It felt as though the stars have aligned and all of the odds where on your side. That was the time when you knew.
You married Jaehyun 3 months after your graduation. You landed a job that you’ve been dreaming about since you shift courses in college. He just got promoted at his job. What could go wrong right? You unpacked boxes after boxes of stuff into your new shared apartment. Along with the bottle of champagne, you were also accompanied by the old, both bitter and sweet, memories of you in college. It was as if it was just yesterday you were puking your lungs out in front of Ten’s house and the next second, you were in the arms of the love of your life, laughing the night away. Oh what could possibly go wrong, right?
“Can’t buy into astrology, and won’t rely on the moon for anything”
Everything was going wrong. You’ve spent countless nights asking yourself why. Was I the problem? Were we moving too fast? What went wrong? You ask yourself questions after questions and not coming up with any answer. Who forgot to burn the fire? Maybe it was because you two were not a match? But why did it sparked so much back then? You’ve always dreamt about laying around the fire during Christmas, with hot chocolates on your hands. You’ve thought about gathering around a bonfire with your closest friends, singing songs, and just being in love. Or even sputtering hot lava from your lips, back and forth against each other, wondering who will surrender first. But later, you will remind each other that the burning of your love is greater than the burn of anything that could set you apart.
“You know I love you, right?” You would say to each other after an argument. You both always knew how to make it right.
But now, there wasn’t anything. Just a document in front of you, waiting to be signed. Your hand was restless and sweaty as you picked up the pen. Your mind telling you to get it over and done with, yet your heart was yearning for just another minute, another hour, another sunrise, another laughing session with Jaehyun. But, at last, you finally did it. Your signature on the document that will break off whatever bond you have left with him. You watched him pick up the pen expecting him to immediately sign. You waited for the sound of the ballpoint’s friction with the paper. You waited for the sting in your ears but it never came. Instead, he retracted his hand from the paper and placed it on his face.
“Jae,” you said. It was supposedly a call for his attention but it sounded more like a plead for him to do it now.
“I-it’s just that...I’ve always heard about people’s marriages that failed and I know it’s not an impossible thing to happen to anyone,” He started. “It’s just that never in my life have I thought about the day I’m divorcing you.”
“What’s left for you and me? / I’ll take suggestions / We toss and turn in undertow / Time to let go”
You’ve gotten used to the silence of the apartment each day. It would be a lie to admit that you don’t enjoy being alone. You never knew what it was like to have someone until you were with Jaehyun. Before, you’ve were so used to being alone that love & affection was a foreign enigma to you. Now, you’ve gotten used to Jaehyun that you don’t know how to rise up again. Your friends helped you a lot by staying over sometimes, drinking liquids that has the color of love to forget love, and just anything to make you believe again. And it works. But some nights you still reach over to his side of the bed and wish to every god that there may be, that this was all just a dream. But every morning you realize that what you had with Jaehyun was probably the dream. He was a dream. With his smooth skin, magnetizing smile, and his overall character. It was never a perfect dream though. There were yelling, blaming, crying, but at the end of the day it was you and him against any problem. Not you against him. It always felt right. You and him always felt right. It was as if you were made to find him and be with him. For a long time you believed that that was true.
Sooner or later, you both found yourself struggling to keep afloat as you both hold onto each other. The current of the undersea was too much for your strength and you know Jaehyun was getting tired too. It would be unfair for him if he was the only one who’ll keep fighting. So you gave up. You let go and it was time for you to face reality. The reality that people come and people go. Lovers will enter your life to make you feel like the most beautiful being that held the stars in the eyes. Lovers will also break you down and make your once-sparkling eyes as dead as a black hole.
Jaehyun had always accentuated that he loves you. He always will. And you will always believe and know that.
“I love you, y/n. This doesn’t mean that I stopped or will stop loving you.” He pleads.
“I know. I’m sorry it has to be this way.” You said as tears were starting to form. “Oh god, why did it have to be this way? I love you so much. What went wrong, Jaehyun?”
“I wish I knew the answer so that this would be so much easier than it really is.” He held your hand. His eyes bore into yours as if to beg to believe whatever he is saying. His lashes bore the weight of tears that he held back before coming here.
It was time for you to face the reality that loving someone means healing and forgiving. Loving someone means letting them go if you’re starting to hurt them. You were hit with the reality that, yes, love is beautiful but love is also the deadliest weapon of all.
“There’s no turning back / I’m so uninspired”
You didn’t know what to think. You weren’t mad. You have no reason to be. But why? You knew Jaehyun was a headstrong person who can stand up even after the darkest night. But why did he suddenly want to wake up as if you never happened in his life? You thought he would never forget you, his first wife. He even had Johnny come up one time just to ask you how you were. Maybe that was one of his steps in forgetting you. Forgetting what you look like and who you are.
As time slips by your hand, you could feel your memory escaping his mind. Thoughts of being angry at Jaehyun for this decision were dying to be heard. Betrayal was dying to be felt by you. But you fought all of it. Perhaps this was his way of healing from you and you will let that. For loving someone means healing and forgiving. And you love him so.
“No turning back”
Miss Y/N Y/L/N, you have been successfully erased from Jung Jaehyun.
fin.
𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: ahhh i hope u enjoyed this. it’s been a while since i wrote so i’m sorry if its suckish. i would really appreciate if u let me know what you think of this!! :)
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Drive Him Crazy (Part 4)
Dark!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader
This chapter is kinda suckish tbh, but I really wanted to elaborate on Nat and Y/N’s friendship.
It took a week for your ankle to stop throbbing every time you walked. The whole time, Steve kept you confined. It wasn’t unusual for a newly bonded alpha to be overly protective, but it did get tiring for you. At least during the time, he had finished bringing the things from your room you’d need, including your phone.
The others had apparently been asking how you were, as they had seen the fresh mark on Steve’s neck and smelled the potent mix of the two of your scents. Steve had been relatively evasive, his protectiveness straying once more into the zone of overkill. Thankfully now that you had your phone, you could contact the others.
You had gotten a barrage of texts from everyone the first day you’d gone ‘missing’, asking where you were and if you were okay or needed help. Apparently someone even checked your room (likely Clint spying in from the vents) to make sure you hadn’t gotten hurt and passed out or worse. The majority of the messages were from Natasha.
Natasha was bonded to Bruce, but you and Nat had a very close relationship. It could best be described as a platonic bond, an extremely strong friendship. Steve and Bucky seemed to have the same sort of platonic affection, though it was a bit different since they were both Alpha-aligned. Natasha was almost like a mother figure to you, and in return you provided companionship and comfort when Bruce was away. It was no surprise to see she had been frantically worried about you.
After Steve had finally emerged and everyone pieced together what had happened, the texts reduced in frequency. Most of them were from Natasha, but they dropped off after a while considering you were unresponsive. Again, it was not unusual for an Omega to be kept away from communicating for the first few days after bonding, especially when the bonding had been during the Omega’s heat.
With a contented sigh, you stretched out on the couch, unlocking your phone and reading all of the texts you’d missed. Steve was in the training room, and you were a bit lonesome.
Sent 3:46 PM: Hey Nat, sorry for not responding for so long
You idly waited for a response, half paying attention to the program on the TV. Your phone buzzed after a minute.
Received 3:50 PM: No worries, hun, I know what’s going on >:3
You’d never thought of Nat as one to use things like emojis, but sometimes she surprised you. You smiled.
Sent 3:51 PM: Yeah. Kinda sick of being cooped up so long. Hurt my ankle the other day.
Received 3:53 PM: Steve told us abt that. Are you doing better?
Sent 3:55 PM: A lot better, finally can walk again. Really bored though.
You waited for a response, but none came. You sighed and sat the phone down, figuring Natasha was busy. With Steve gone and your best friend unavailable, you had little to do. other than watch TV or screw around with the few games you had on your phone that you’d already beaten several times over.
You jumped as the door swung open, looking up expectantly. Instead of Steve, however, you were greeted by the sight of a familiar redhead. You jumped from the couch and rushed over to Natasha, catching her in a hug, squirming happily.
“Hey, small fry, figured I’d come keep you company,” she said, hugging you and then heading towards the couch. She sat down with a grunt, pulling you in for a cuddle. You were always a tactile person, and everyone who knew you loved to take advantage of your self-proclaimed ‘mad snuggle skillz’. You happily curled up against her.
“I’ve missed you guys. How are the others?” you asked, curious at how the team was doing. Steve didn’t elaborate much outside of the basics, but you could always get Nat to spill the juicy details.
“Pretty good. Bucky is currently getting the shit beat out of him by someone’s Alpha,” she said, poking at your side. You squirmed, unsure of how to respond. “I think he made some comment about you.” She paused. “Steve been treating you good?”
Her tone was soft, but there was an edge to it. It wasn’t directed at you, thankfully, you’d hate to be on the receiving end of Natasha’s wrath. “Yeah. He, um… kinda scares me though,” you admitted, avoiding eye contact. Natasha rubbed your back comfortingly.
“He can be like that. Is he warming up though? Not giving you hell for everything anymore?”
You waved your hand in a so-so gesture. “A lot better than before, but I’m pretty sure he still thinks I’m stupid,” you grumbled. “He won’t let me do anything for myself.”
“So just like before?” Nat chuckled. You nodded with a pout. She smiled at you. “Hun, he’s not doing that because he thinks your stupid. In fact, I’ve heard him gush about how smart and sharp-witted you are. He’s doing that because he wants to take care of you.”
“I guess,” you mumbled, still not quite buying it. Natasha flicked the back of your head.
“Don’t use that tone with me, missy,” she teased. “But really, it’s true. He knows your very capable of taking care of yourself. Maybe he just finds that a bit intimidating, so he’s making sure you know that he’s in charge.”
“He’s made that perfectly clear,” you sighed, scooting down until you were laying with your head in Natasha’s lap. She ran her fingers through your hair.
Natasha smiled gently. “Just give him a chance. Get in tune with the Omega part of you that was buried for so long. You’ll adjust to each other in time.”
In tune with your Omega side, huh? Maybe she had a point. You hadn’t acted much like an Omega for years, all your base instincts and desires quelled. Now they were coming back and you were struggling to cope. Perhaps rather than fight them as you were, you should try to cope with them by allowing them back into your life.
With a groan, you turned over and closed your eyes. It was too much to think about all at once. For now, You’d just enjoy the company of your friend.
Steve smelled another Alpha. He let out a low growl, a warning to whoever it was. He walked into the living-room where the scent was strongest and was surprised to see only you curled up on the couch. You looked up with wide, innocent eyes. “Hi Steve.”
Steve frowned, nearing you and smelling the air. He recognized the scent now, it was Natasha. She must’ve come to visit you. He knew the two of you were close, but he couldn’t help the swell of jealousy in him.
“Steve?” you asked cautiously. You were soaked in her scent. He growled.
“You smell like another Alpha, little girl. I don’t like that,” he stated grimly. You frowned.
“Natasha came and sat with me a while. I was lonely,” you explained, shifting in your seat.
Steve pressed you back into the couch, his nose against your neck. He nipped at the still-healing mark on your tender skin. You whimpered. He soothed the spot over with his tongue, then jerked away.
“C’mon,” he said gruffly, “we’re going to get rid of that smell.” He knew he was being a bit irrational, but having someone else’s smell on you, and Alpha’s scent nonetheless, was putting him in a possessive rage. The sooner you were washed clean, the better.
He led you to the bathroom, jerking open the shower door before prompting you to remove your clothes and toss them in the hamper. He herded you into the shower, feet scuffling on the dry tile. He yanked off his own clothing, which were sweaty from his training session with Bucky. He joined you in the shower, slamming the door shut and effectively trapping you in with him.
The scent of Natasha and You was much more concentrated in the small space, and he growled in frustration, turning on the water. The warm water trickled down your body, accentuating your features. You looked up at Steve with wide eyes as though you were frightened of what he was going to do.
Steve nudged you until your were under the stream of water, turning and grabbing your shampoo. Instead of allowing you to wash yourself, he carefully washed you. His large hands were surprisingly gentle as they ran through your hair, every now and then brushing soap away from your eyes. He watched with satisfaction as you relaxed to his touch, eyes shutting.
Reverently, he continued to clean the rest of your body. God, you were perfect. His hands slid over your hips, coated in soap suds. He caressed your flesh tenderly, hoping that what he struggled to show through his words and expressions could be displayed by his touch. As he finished, he stood and turned you around, pressing against you. He tucked his head in the crook of your neck, rumbling.
You relaxed against him, allowing his strong arms to support you as the warm water relaxed your muscles. Timidly, you tilted your head back, looking up at Steve. He looked down at you curiously, your eyes locking for several long seconds before you finally looked away towards the floor.
“I’m sorry I smelled like Nat,” you murmured. You hadn’t thought about how it might upset Steve. He had seemed so irritated by it.
Steve nuzzled you gently. “It’s alright,” he rumbled, “But I believe this is a good time to introduce rule number 4.” He gently lapped at the mark on your neck, reaffirming the still-new bond. “I don’t want to catch you smelling like another Alpha again. Next time you and Nat hang out with each other, I want you to get cleaned up as soon as she leaves, understand?”
You nodded. You were afraid he’d say you couldn’t be affectionate with Natasha anymore, but this was a good compromise. “Okay, Alpha,” you relented.
He rumbled again, pleased. He continued nuzzling you, hands running over your body gently. One wandered downwards, rubbing your lower abdomen. “I can smell it on you,” he said in a low, contented grumble.
You furrowed your brow. “Smell what?” Could he still smell Nat? No, that couldn’t be, he wouldn’t sound so pleased.
He rubbed against you, making sure you were coated in his own scent. He switched off the water and opened the shower door, wrapping you in a towel. He needed you, but he didn’t want to take the risk of you slipping in the shower. He lifted you up with ease and sat you on the counter by the sink. He rubbed against you vigorously, various scent glands on his body stimulated and spreading his musky, comforting scent on your skin. It was like a tantalizing blend of vanilla and almond, with piney accents that made your eyes drift shut and your body relax to the fullest extent.
In return, you exposed your own scent glands, mainly center around your neck, as an offer to him. As an Omega, it was a submissive act of trust to bare ones throat and allow their Alpha to take up their scent. Steve rumbled and butted his head against your neck, allowing you then to scent him in return. Both of you relaxed. Despite the volatile nature in which your bond had began, there was an undeniable comfort for each of you in the other’s touch.
Steve slid you down from the counter, turning and pressing you against the wall, smothered in him. Your legs circled his waist. He leaned his forehead against your’s eyes locked in a display of trust. Your hands rested on his arms, which were wrapped around you, keeping you close to his body.
Carefully, as not to drop you, he rolled his hips, rubbing his rigid cock over your slit. The entire shower he had been hard. He was aching. You could almost sense this, or perhaps you really could feel it. Bonds grew at different rates, perhaps the bond between you and Steve was progressing quickly. He groaned as you shifted your hips in response, shivering.
Unable to wait, he guided himself into you, filling and stretching you. You rested your head on his shoulder, whimpering in pleasure. He thrust slowly, grinding his pelvis against your clit. Your nerves buzzed with ecstasy.
You purred against him, tension melted away like snow exposed to a flame. “You never answered,” you murmured, voice soft and nearly inaudible. Steve groaned, cock twitching.
“Your scent has changed,” he rumbled, hands kneading your hips. “I can smell it, there’s pups in that sweet little belly of yours.” You shivered at the thought, the coil in your abdomen winding tighter.
“You like that, little one?” he huffed as he sped up just a bit. “Lie the idea of being full of my pups, my babies growing in your womb, making you swell all nice ’n pretty?”
You were nearly panting. “Yes, Alpha,” you said breathlessly, rolling your hips with a fervor unlike ever before. Part of you screamed against this, reminding you he had taken you by force, but the Omega in you quickly destroyed your last bit of hesitation. You were Steve’s good girl, his good Omega, and you’d happily carry litter upon litter of his pups.
Steve groaned, cock jerking and pulsing inside of you as he came at your airy remark. His knot caught in your cunt, stimulating each sensitive nerve, pushing you over the precipice. You cried out silently, arching your back away from the wall as you came over his throbbing length.
You shivered against him as he carefully held you close, backing away from the wall. Your legs were growing tired, but thankfully he took you to the bedroom, gently nestling the two of you into the nest in the corner. He wrapped you in blankets, laying with you atop his broad chest. You rested your head on him, listening to his heartbeat. He rubbed your back, rough hands working over your skin in a soothing manner.
Warm and safe and surrounded in your Alpha’s scent, you could feel yourself growing tired. You closed your eyes, ready for a well-earned rest. After all, you were carrying pups. Steve rumbled contentedly.
After wanting you for so long, he’d never let you go. You were his, always will be. His fingers brushed over the mark on your neck. His Omega.
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Watched 3x15 with my sister, her reaction was similar to mine the first time, it wasn’t a Buddie reaction that we all developed in repeated (endless - for me anyway) watches. It was along the lines of poor Buck, his best friend just got buried under tons of earth and he can’t get to him, also later when Buck stands for the rescue/retrieval briefing and his face is completey shattered and eyes empty she pretty much thought the same as me about the fact that if they can’t rescue Eddie then he’ll have to go and tell Christopher his dad won’t be coming back.
On the somewhat amusing side I told her that I’m doing these report watch and asked her what did she think about Oli’s performance (for me it was a bit of an over-acting kind of thing, but to be fair Oliver was dead sick when they shot it, and Buck is a very emotional person, I still maintain though that that iconic Buck desolve into tear in Bobby’s lap was all Oliver thinking ‘I’m done this for sure won’t make the cut’ It did obviously, and if the show’s creators and writers don’t want to be Buddie harassed they should stop giving us these awesome soul wrenching emotional scenes because this isn’t helping their case one bit.) any way I went on a bit of a tangent here, Sorry, Oli’s performance, my sister said that she was not surprised one bit because this was the exact same reaction Buck had when he lost Christopher only in this case he was literally helpless to do anything. I wanted to point at the TV and ask how after making that comparison she still refered to them as just best friends but then i remembered my sister totally has the hots for Oliver (who can blame her) and she’ll need a little more time to come to terms with why Buddie would be so awesome ;)
The rest of my day is completely suckish, I have a paper to finish for Uni and all I’ve really managed so far is one Buddie prompt that kind of took a life of it’s own and is going to turn out a LOT longer than I planned it, and the beginning of two Buddie/9-1-1 tags because after watching 3x15 and 3x16 again i got all these plot bunnies that kinda look like Buck and they make it impossible for me to study.
this is how my Word taskbar looks:
I hope I manage to finish my paper and all three fics this weekend because really I’m starting a new year in Uni in September and I would love to enjoy some downtime (Covid-19 limitation nonwithstanding).
Also My sister and I already watched 3x17 when it was first aired (she was totally the watch the last 2 episodes of the series and go back to S1 for a thorough introduction kind of girl lol) and it was a fun watch I’ll tell you al about it next post. ❤❤❤
#buddie#evan buckley#Eddie Diaz#christopher diaz#other people watching 9-1-1 for the first time is fascinating#9-1-1 on fox#9-1-1#9-1-1 season 3#3x15#3x16#buddie prompts#9-1-1 fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#9-1-1 season 4 can't get here sooner
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