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kingdom0fcards · 7 months

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Noah and His lover.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian/Nicholas Ruffilo

Content warning: implied homophobia, character death, and decapitation (all descriptions are brief)

A/n: I hope y'all enjoy this, maybe I'll make a full story line for this and add more lore to it if anyone is interested in that.

Noah will never know what it truly means to be happy.

To see his love ripped away from him in the same disturbing way every time they meet again makes his stomach churn and his throat close up. His love dying in the most brutal way of decapitation in every life he walks will forever haunt Noah.

His love dying by the blades of many swords and guillotines. His love dying by many hangings gone wrong, freak accidents, and by his own hand at times.

Yet Noah has to watch it happen every time.

He's immortal, a punishment set to him when the town he resided in found him and his lover were together many centuries ago. It didn't help that his lover was the prince or the fact that he himself was a spellcaster of sorts.

So they bound his lover, tying him to the first guillotine he would get wrongfully murdered at. They bound him to a pole, making him watch his lover's beautiful head get torn away from his body as he sobbed and screamed for them to stop.

The townspeople found another spellcaster, forcing the poor man to grant immortality on Noah and force him to forever find his lover, the immortality unable to be reversed unless the spellcaster that granted it allows it. So Noah's stuck in a forever loop of seeing the love of his life die.

He always finds his lover, always, but it always ends the same. Noah will never find his happy ending, nor his lover.

...

Over the years Noah became a kleptomaniac, taking things that remind him of his lover's many lives.

He's taken many items of clothing, storing them in separate boxes with a few other things from those lives. He's taken crystals and jewelry, and as of most recent a tattoo gun.

The tattoo gun sits on his nightstand, forever reminding him of his love that he just recently lost.

It was a dreadful sight... Noah walked into his tattoo shop, hoping to finish the tattoo his love has worked on for a decade at this point, and he saw him as beautiful as ever.

They got halfway done before a robbery happened, the robber running and his lover chasing him out the shop. He left his tattoo gun at his station and Noah knew he was taking that next as he heard a scream from outside.

The robber pushed Noah's lover away, causing him to lose balance and decapitate himself on a rather sharp fence outside the shop. Noah ran back inside sobbing, taking the tattoo gun and leaving with a still unfinished tattoo.

So now he lays in his bed, scrolling through all the accounts his lover has made since social media was made, even the ones that were made centuries ago.

Noah only finds his lover every twenty years, even though he first met him when he was sixteen. He thought he was the most beautiful man ever, his dark hair and green eyes, and his beautiful smile that Noah swears lights up a room. The fact that his hand fits perfectly in his and the way their bodies snap together like a missing puzzle piece finally found.

It's painful, missing his lover. Sometimes they can't even spend enough time together to fall in love. Sometimes Noah only sees him once and awhile before he tragically passes. He hopes the next twenty years is different, he hopes he can avoid his lover's death and live with him forever.

...

Noah truly thought this time was gonna be different.

His lover lasted longer this time and Noah got to admire him longer. Noah got to fall in love again, his lover fell too. He found his lover at a coffee shop and he gained the confidence to go up to him, complementing the tattoos that adorned his skin.

His lover chuckled with a "thanks" and Noah's heart fluttered, asking if he could sit with him. His lover nods and they sit talking for hours in this little coffee shop in Virginia.

That was two years ago, the longest his lover has lasted. Now here Noah sobs, holding his lover's corpse in his arms after a car accident that wasn't his fault. Noah doesn't understand why he has to live and his lover can't. He doesn't understand why he's cursed with this immortality and his lover can't live with him forever too.

After Noah left the hospital he stayed at he immediately went to his lover's residence in this lifetime, taking his lover's prized possession to forever remember this lifetime with him.

He got home and placed the teal bass guitar on his wall, it was a perfect fit around all the clutter of things from his lover's past. He sobs, curled up on his bed and clutching the hoodie his lover bought for him in this life.

He just wishes this curse would be lifted.

#noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #rpf #Nicholas/Noah #cursed lovers au #(i dont feel like putting this on ao3 rn)#cw character death #cw decapitation #angst angst angst #hurt and absolutely no comfort yummy #bad omens fanfiction

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sadbenedict · 5 months

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I AM BACK GUYS now I think you can see meeee

I have new jjk illustrations for you, here is curse - Geto

#jjk #satoru gojo #satosugu #au curse geto suguru #jjk jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gego #art #digital #digital art #digital illustration #illustration #digital painting #fanart #yaoi #lovers

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gojhoes · 4 months

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Stay With Me

- pairings: megumi x reader - contents: childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love, fluff, high school au, no curse au - wc: 1.4k

Megumi had always been a quiet child. He was an observer, someone who sat back and didn't get caught up in the petty things.

And you were anything but that. You always had been. On the first day of primary school, you bursted into the classroom with a giant blue backpack and a lollipop in hand despite the 'no food in class' rule. Your voice rang high and clear without a trace of anxiety, "good morning!", successfully turning the heads of every kid in the room.

Megumi had been horrified, absolutely stunned by such boisterousness. And he was even more horrified as you sashayed directly over to him and sat in the seat at his left. Megumi gaped at you while you began to unpack your things without batting an eye.

"Hi," you said. "What's your name?"

Almost inaudibly, from both shyness and reservation, Megumi murmured his response.

Your voice was muffled slightly by the sucker in your mouth, but loud and clear you asked, "Isn't that a girl's name?".

And Megumi scowled at you, mad all over again about the stupid femininity of his given name. "So?"

But you were unfazed by his gruff attitude, which only increased as he got older. And ever since then, the two of you had been inseparable. It was more that you led and he followed, but there was something about you that Megumi liked. You were so unafraid to voice any thoughts you had, even when it landed you multiple detentions each week. You moved with confidence and intention in every step, bending to no one's will but your own. It scared him half to death when you'd force him to sneak out with you, agreeing to run off to the bridge at midnight just to sit and talk under the stars.

Throughout primary and secondary school, you and Megumi always ended up in the same class. Where there was one of you, there would be the other, walking side by side, sharing a clementine, or leaning on each other with your backs against a tree trunk.

You spent so much time at each other's houses that you both had a set of clothes and a toothbrush there. On weekends, Megumi's dad would let you stay up late to watch terrible soapy comedies and eat the candy your mom never let you have. And you would eventually drift off, always being the first to fall asleep, until Megumi would gently shake you awake to guide you to his bed. And you would curl into his side as you slept, the strands of your hair tickling his nose, but he never minded. He'd watch the passive rise and fall of your chest, letting your soft breaths lull him to sleep with the image of your face behind his eyelids.

That was the way it was, the way it had always been, and Megumi was happy. Because you were happy, you were close to him, because the two of you were inseparable. Best friends.

Until the first year of upper secondary school, when you alone were put into a higher-level preparatory class on the other side of campus.

"I'm gonna transfer out," you said over the phone. "This is bullshit."

Megumi agreed, humming as he listened to you rant. This was typically how your conversations unfolded; you would call first, ask him how his day was, then you'd launch into an attempt at one story that turned into several smaller ones. And he would listen to every word, murmuring validations as you prattled on and on. The reality was that he could listen to you talk all day. In his mind's eye, he could see your animated expressions as you talked with your hands.

Megumi knew it would be selfish of him to encourage you to transfer. You were on a path to greatness. Your bold personality came equipped with a ruthless ambition; you had to be the best, had to win at every game you ever played. Not to mention the nightmare it was to play you in Scrabble. You were the brightest in your year- you belonged in the preparatory class.

However, despite all the desperate denying he'd been engaging in recently, there was a small voice itching at the back of his mind: you belonged with him.

But Megumi would never, could never voice it. You had been best friends for nearly your entire lives. He wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but one day when he'd overheard your name whispered by a group of male classmates, he realized that it bothered him to know other people thought about you like that. You were his, his one and only. Didn't everyone know that? Didn't you know that?

And you were popular- of course you were, with your charm and captivating extraverted personality. Everyone knew who you were. You were kind, smart, funny; it was impossible not to love you. And Megumi was just...Megumi, a quiet kid who had been lucky enough to get swooped up under the wing of someone like you. Where you were the sun, he was the moon, and he would never do anything that might eclipse your radiance.

You'd come over to stay the night with him before the first day of the new school year- the first year without you sitting in the desk next to his. Anxiety often got the better of you since starting secondary school, sometimes keeping you up into the small hours of the morning. It was already well past midnight when the two of you laid propped up in his bed watching youtube videos of video games on your laptop.

The side of your body was pressed shamelessly against his under the comforter. Megumi was trying desperately to focus on the video in front of him, but the feeling of your unadulterated warmth was dizzying. He could smell the remnants of the sweet floral perfume you'd started wearing last summer, a scent that nearly took his breath away each time he caught it.

"Are you worried about tomorrow?"

You pressed the spacebar, pausing the video and engulfing the room in silence. Megumi saw you hesitate as he took in the shape of your face. There were shadows under your eyes from an increase in frequency of sleepless nights. You had this idiotic notion that you had to face all of your problems alone. Regardless of the conviction in your voice when you assured him you were fine, Megumi could always tell when you were lying.

You sighed. "I'm just sad we won't be together anymore."

He was right there with you. You closed the laptop and pushed it to the end of the bed past your feet before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Your breath warmed his skin and he froze as he felt your lips brush against it as you spoke. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his hands from shaking as his pulse jumped.

"We'll still hang out," Megumi said reassuringly. "At least we're at the same school."

But it wouldn't be the same and both of you knew it. Maybe if Megumi had applied himself and actually listened when you tried to tutor him then none of this would be happening. He'd be next to you with all the other smart kids, wouldn't have to leave you alone with all the boys who thought you owed them something. And then a horrifying thought crossed his mind, one that he'd been having since your classes were assigned. What if you ended up liking one of them? How could he sit back and watch while some idiot tried to take what was his?

But he couldn't tell you how he felt, couldn't voice the potential cataclysm that was his emotions. So, he laid with you, sliding his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him snugly as he'd done for the last eight years. Your legs were tangled with his, your bare skin tickling the hair that had started growing in more thickly. One of your hands rested on his chest, the other squished between his arm and your own head.

Your head turned, and you were peering into his eyes with soul-shattering intensity. "Promise you won't forget about me?"

And a small smile tugged at Megumi's lips, the only kind he was capable of, for the only person who could pull one from him. "I could never do that."

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #friends to lovers #no curse au #childhood friends #megumi x you #megumi fluff #jjk fanfic

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geraskierfanficprompts · 6 days

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Prompt 44

Geralt is cursed to be a monstrous beast. He lives his days in solitude deep in the forest. It was relaxing, he'd try and convince himself, despite the reality being that it was very lonely and depressing. Jaskier is lost in the woods. Dreadfully lost. When something starts hunting him, he takes off like hell, which only makes whatever's chasing him want to chase him more. A monster leaps out at him, only for another monster, a bigger one, to crash into it and begin guarding Jaskier. The monster that saved him resembles a giant wolf, in a way, along with more unique 'beasty' traits.. When the aggressive creature is scared away, Jaskier thanks the damn monster, before noticing that it's hurt! His very own hero! Geralt is confused that the human he saved isn't afraid of him. He is now delicately cleaning his wound and promising to bring him food and flowers as long as Geralt continues to protect him when in the forest. Geralt doesn't think it's too bad a price to pay for food. Even if it's just small treats, given how much bigger than the man he is. Geralt likes Jaskier. When Jaskier realizes Geralt is too smart to just be some animal, things start getting complicated then.

#geraskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #fanfiction prompts #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt loves his bard!#writing prompts #requited unrequited love #friends to lovers #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast elements #kinda #and curse #I AM SO TIRED #night #monster au #cursed au #breaking curses

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geriaunelysk · 7 months

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R-" In my dreams I keep seeing myself dancing with him, It makes me happy, but why do I feel uneasy about this... Like a calm before the storm..."

#undertalr au #geno sans #aftertale #reaper #reaper sans #reapertale #afterdeath #reaper x geno #cursed lovers #harpy geno #harpy reaper #prince reaper

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bloody-bee-tea · 3 months

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 15 - Snark me better

The prompt for this was "Is this your first time?"

Suguru’s hands shake as he slides the lock on the bathroom stall into place. His legs feel like jelly, his body is heavy and he feels hot and cold all over. Suguru curses under his breath.

That fucker Kenjaku must have put something into his drink when he wasn’t looking.

“Suguru!” Kenjaku’s cheerful voice rings out and Suguru feels sick just hearing it.

It’s good he fled to a toilet, he’s probably going to throw up in no time.

“Suguru, what are you doing? Come back out there,” Kenjaku cajoles him, but Suguru doesn’t move a muscle.

Isn’t even sure he could, at the moment, even if he wanted.

“Go fuck yourself,” Suguru growls out and rage curls in his stomach when Kenjaku only laughs.

“I’d much rather fuck you,” Kenjaku gives back and there it is again, that sick feeling. “You know,” Kenjaku says, almost conversationally, “your friends all left already. What are you going to do? Stay in there until they kick you out? I’m patient, you know.”

It makes a shudder run down Suguru’s back and he realises that his situation is not looking all that great. He’s trapped in a sketchy club, in a skivvy bathroom, with nowhere to go and a literal creep waiting for him.

He really should have just stayed home tonight.

Suguru doesn’t deign to give Kenjaku an answer and instead leans his head against the wall. Kenjaku will have to leave the bathroom eventually and if Suguru can manage to get his limbs back under control he can easily outrun him.

Or knock him unconscious. Suguru would be fine with both.

But right now he still feels unstable, his limbs way too uncoordinated to even get the door back open and Suguru wearily closes his eyes.

When someone else comes into the bathroom, he jerks back up, and briefly wonders just how much time he lost, but when he manages to take his phone out with clumsy fingers, he sees that it hasn’t even been ten minutes.

Kenjaku will still be there, then.

Suguru sighs out, his eyes darting over the walls of the bathroom stall, taking in all the horrendous smearings that are everywhere.

His eyes get caught on something fairly legible and Suguru stills. The text simply says ‘Call me’ with a number noted down underneath and even drugged half out of his mind, Suguru knows that this is such a bad idea, but what else is he going to do?

It’s at least worth a try and in the worst case it will give him something to do for a few minutes. A few minutes where he doesn’t have to think about Kenjaku and what might be waiting for him should he go out there.

So Suguru dials the number and presses the phone to his ear. He’s weak enough that he has to prop his elbow on his leg, slumping forward in an almost uncomfortable position, and lean his head against the wall, so the phone won’t fall down.

It rings for so long that Suguru thinks nothing is going to happen, but then there’s a click on the other end of the line.

“What?” a voice drawls out, slurred with sleep and Suguru lets out a harsh breath, tears suddenly pricking his eyes.

“I need you to pick me up,” he says, even though he knows just how insane it is to say that to a complete stranger.

“Huh?” the voice gives back though Suguru can tell that the guy is gradually getting more awake by the second. “Who are you?”

“Suguru,” Suguru replies and he can basically hear the frown over the line.

“I don’t know a Suguru,” the guy says and Suguru chuckles.

“I suppose not. Your number is in a bathroom stall.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end.

“That fucker really did it,” the guy then mutters and Suguru closes his eyes.

He has a nice voice, he finds himself thinking and it’s not good that his thoughts are drifting like this. He needs to concentrate.

“Hey, you said you needed me to pick you up? Where are you? What’s going on? You don’t sound so good, you know?”

“Yeah, duh,” Suguru whispers out and just then someone enters the bathroom, the heavy beat of the music filtering in for a moment.

“What? Got shitfaced and now can’t live with the consequences?” the guy asks and he sounds mean about it.

Suguru likes it, even though he still feels like shit.

“Someone drugged me,” he answers. “He’s still waiting here.”

“Someone drugged you?” the guy calls out and he sounds outraged. “Where are you?”

“Why, you coming to get me out of here?” Suguru almost sounds hopeful, but he can’t help it.

Kenjaku might try shit with him, but he would never if someone else is there, if someone else pays attention. He’s a sketchy little fucker, adamant to stay in the shadows as much as possible and Suguru curses the day he was ever nice to that guy.

“Yeah, I am,” is the answer he gets before some rustling can be heard. “My name’s Satoru, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” Suguru weakly gives back and swallows back against a wave of nausea. “Sorry to bother you like this.”

“You’re way too polite for the situation you’re in,” Satoru grumbles. “So tell me, Suguru, where am I going?”

Suguru tells him the name of the club and Satoru huffs.

“Sweet, that’s not even two blocks, I can totally walk that, no need to wake up my driver.”

“Ehm,” Suguru says, not really knowing what to make of that now, but he can most definitely not walk that. “I’m kind of indisposed. Can barely stand, let alone walk.”

“No worries, I’ll drag you home without problems,” Satoru promises him and Suguru hears keys chime.

“I’m kind of big,” Suguru admits, because his stature is nothing to scoff at and yet Satoru only laughs.

“I’m over 6'3″, I think we’ll be fine,” Satoru flippantly gives back and Suguru silently raises an eyebrow.

It is kind of tall, but that’s really not all they need.

“I’m around the same but—”

“Great. Listen, you wanna stay on the phone? Is that creep still there?”

“He said he’d be waiting for me to eventually come out of here, so I’d guess yes.”

“Oh, great, I hope he tries shit when we leave. I haven’t punched anyone in the face in so long,” Satoru gleefully says and Suguru briefly wonders just what the hell he’s getting himself into.

“I’m kind of tired,” Suguru slurs out, exhaustion hitting him like a brick and Satoru hums.

“Men’s bathroom?” he asks and Suguru makes a noise that hopefully means affirmation. “I got you. You go sleep for a while,” he tells Suguru and the words barely left his mouth before everything around Suguru goes dark.

He comes to with a start when someone knocks at the stall door.

“Yo, Suguru, you in there?” Satoru’s voice calls out and Suguru slumps with relief.

“How the hell did you get in here?” he asks, because there is no way that Satoru just walked past the bouncers out front. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t be stupid now, no one can resist my charm,” Satoru replies. “Except you maybe, because the door is still not open.”

“Gimme a moment,” Suguru pleads, because coordination is hard and his head is pounding now.

He fumbles the lock twice and then almost faceplants into the door when he tries to pull it open and by the end he’s sitting on the ground, sweat-soaked and exhausted.

“There you are,” Satoru says and the most gangly creature Suguru has ever laid eyes on squats down in front of him.

“You’re lanky as hell,” is the first thing Suguru says to him and watches how Satoru’s eyes sparkle as he laughs.

Surely that must be a trick of the light.

“Strong, too, you’ll see, my muscles keep all this lanky-ness together,” he promises. “You ready to leave this place or what?”

“Did you—see a creep with a scar across his forehead?”

“The guy who drugged you? Sorry, I didn’t really pay attention to anyone, but seriously, don’t sweat it. If he does something I’ll punch him, no problem.”

“You’re kind of insane,” Suguru mutters but he does try to drag himself to his feet.

“Kinda have to be to pick up random strangers in filthy bathroom stalls, no matter if they’re hot,” Satoru cheerfully says and reaches out, sliding his arms around Suguru and simply yanking him up. “You good?”

“That’s kinda hot,” Suguru admits, because he’s by no means a small man but Satoru made that move seem effortless.

“I know, right.” Satoru smiles as he says it and when he winks at Suguru, he thinks he might have laughed but his head hurts like hell and he actually just wants to get out of here.

“I’m so ready to leave this place now,” he says, repeating Satoru’s earlier words and Satoru only grins at him before he slings one of Suguru’s arms over his shoulders, one sliding behind his back and then he marches them right out of the club.

Moving is hard, and Suguru is too busy to try and at least keep up with Satoru’s long strides, so he doesn’t get a chance to look around and see if Kenjaku is really still around and waiting for him or if it was just an empty threat.

Suguru isn’t sure how they make it to Satoru’s place but he is certain that most of it is thanks to Satoru. There’s no way Suguru would have managed three steps on his own.

“And here we are,” Satoru finally says, not even sounding slightly out of breath as he deposits Suguru on a comfortable couch.

“You really did it,” Suguru mutters, quickly fading now that there’s no danger lurking around anymore and he longs to simply fall back, into the comfort of the couch and not have to think for a while.

“Told you I would,” Satoru says with a shrug. “I’ll go get a blanket for you and some painkillers for tomorrow, but don’t stress yourself, just pass out like you so clearly want to.”

“Promise to be better company tomorrow,” Suguru mumbles, barely audible, and the last thing he knows is Satoru patting his head and saying “I’m counting on it.”

And then there’s only blissful darkness.

~*~*~

Suguru wakes up to the smell of coffee. It’s the only pleasant thing that morning, because his head feels as if it’s being split open and there’s a strange taste in his mouth. Suguru lets out a deep groan. It doesn’t help with the headache.

“Morning, princess,” a cheerful voice calls out and Suguru forces himself to blink at least one eye open.

When he sees a mop of white hair, sparkling blue eyes and pure lanky-ness in front of him, it all comes back in a rush.

“Fuck, Satoru.”

“Always an option,” Satoru blithely says as he squats down next to the couch. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Suguru honestly gives back and then gives Satoru a grateful smile when he holds out the painkillers for him.

He quickly washes them down and then falls back into the couch.

“Let that sit for a while. You want pancakes or waffles for breakfast?”

“How are those my only options?” he groans out but when Satoru only shrugs he gives in. “Waffles, please.”

“Will do. Join me when you feel like you can move again,” Satoru says, already marching off towards what Suguru assumes must be the direction of the kitchen.

“You got coffee for me?” he calls after him but Satoru doesn’t even stop.

“If you can make it into the kitchen, sure,” he easily says and then vanishes through a doorway.

“Asshole,” Suguru grumbles under his breath, though he’s not really mad.

This is all rather—comfortable, if he’s being honest, apart from the splitting headache and the shit that happened last night.

Suguru stays on the couch for a while longer, but soon the smell of waffles joins that of the coffee and that’s enough to get him moving. Fuck painkillers. They’ll do their job eventually.

“Oh, look who made it!” Satoru greets him and immediately puts a pot of coffee and a stack of waffles down in front of him. “I have sugar and milk and every syrup you can think of but you strike me like the kind of guy who prefers it black.”

“Not true, caramel, please,” Suguru gives back because overdosing on sugar this fine morning seems like a good idea.

He deserves it after last night, anyway.

“Wow, a man after my own heart.” Satoru dramatically swoons before he quickly gets the syrup and then they fall into comfortable silence as Suguru demolishes his waffles.

It does wonders for his stomach and his head and his general mood.

“These are amazing,” he says between bites, because they are but Satoru only smirks at him.

“I know,” he replies and then leans closer to Suguru. “So. Is there anything you want me to do to that creep of yours? The options are varied and I’m willing.”

“Huh?” Suguru asks, still chewing his last bite because surely Satoru cannot be serious.

“I’m very intolerant when it comes to drugging people—and everything that usually comes after—so I’m offering my services.”

“What the hell could you even do?” Suguru wants to know, not because he’s seriously considering it, but because Satoru sounds so sure about himself.

“I’m very smart, very bored, very rich, and come from a very influential family. Just say the word. I can get him fired, evicted or arrested for some made-up bullshit. I can also just go and punch him in the face, if that’s more to your liking.”

“Very humble, too,” Suguru mutters but then he allows himself to imagine it for a moment. Satoru proved last night that he’s strong; strong enough to carry Suguru two blocks, even though Suguru is more muscle than anything else. But it would put Satoru on Kenjaku’s radar and he’s not going to risk that.

“Nah, the punching is out, I don’t want you near him. Who knows what he’d do in retaliation.”

“Aww, you’re worried, how sweet,” Satoru says, smiling brightly. “But with that option out—any of the others catch your attention?”

“I—kinda like the idea of having him fired,” Suguru admits. “Or evicted.”

“Make that an ‘and’,” Satoru nods, as if it’s already decided. “I can totally do that.”

“You seem awfully comfortable with this. Is this your first time?” Suguru wants to know and decides that the tingly feeling in his chest has nothing to do with the way Satoru smiles at him.

“Picking up hot guys in bathroom stalls? Yeah. That’s a first for me.”

“Could have fooled me,” Suguru mutters under his breath and Satoru reaches out to pat his hand.

“No worries, you’re very special that way.”

Suguru might still feel like shit and Kenjaku might still be out there, but right now things are somewhat good and Suguru decides to take a chance.

Satoru is just his type after all. Snarky and hot and strong enough to hold his own.

“Special enough to be allowed to save your number and see you again?” he asks, taking a sip of his coffee in an attempt to hide his blush.

“See me again? You’re thinking about leaving already? Shame, I kinda wasn’t done with you,” Satoru almost purrs out and Suguru refuses to admit how hot that is.

“Oh? Tell me more about those plans of yours then,” Suguru demands and leans forward, putting his cup of coffee down.

“First of all, you’re going to shower,” Satoru starts off. “Coming out with my clothes, of course.”

“Possessive, I see.”

“Then you’re going to trash talk the most atrocious movie I can find with me, before you let me drive you home, so you can change into real clothes and I can take you out for lunch.”

“Not dinner? You wound me so.”

“I’m not really good at planning that far ahead,” Satoru shrugs. “We’ll have to make new plans during lunch. I’m sure we can think of something.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely certain about that,” Suguru agrees and he marvels at how easy things with Satoru are.

It’s almost as if they have done this a thousand times already.

“I’m picking the place for lunch, though, because I know a restaurant that makes the best tiramisu. You’ll like it.”

“That’s bribery,” Satoru immediately says. “And not necessary, because I’m already interested. In case that wasn’t clear.”

“Yeah, no, I picked up on that,” Suguru says with a laugh. “Now. The shower?”

Satoru pouts at him when he gets up.

“What?” Suguru asks, though he can guess.

His fingertips tingle with anticipation.

“I valiantly come to your rescue in the middle of the night, take you away from bad, no good people, give you shelter and then feed you and I don’t even get something in return?”

He dramatically blinks at Suguru who thoughtfully hums under his breath.

“Mh, I mean—I can get you a plant as thanks, if you really want.”

“Suguru!”

Suguru laughs.

“Or I can do this, I guess,” he goes on and leans down to kiss Satoru.

He keeps it short and firm and by the time Satoru blinks his eyes back open, he’s almost to what he guesses is the bathroom.

“I expect a change of clothes to be ready when I’m done,” he calls over his shoulder and he hears Satoru make an annoyed sound.

“I charge a kiss per piece,” he calls back and now that makes Suguru stop, just in the doorway, turning around to give his most flirty smile at Satoru.

“Better dress me properly then,” he says and then firmly shuts the door behind him.

This is going to be fun.

#bt writes #jjk #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #no curses au #strangers to lovers speedrun #kenjaku is his own warning #date rape drugs #humor #flirting #banter

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profoundbondfanfic · 8 months

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Märchen

Märchen by tiamatv Rating: Mature Word Count: 93.5k

Once upon a time, there was a green-eyed prince, locked away in a tower of monsters for the sin of refusing his angelic betrothed. Once upon a time, there was a blue-eyed wizard who had erred, and in doing so had lost, and lost, and lost, until he had little left to lose. Once upon a time, there was a Princess of Mondoor, cursed to live as a red dragon. Or perhaps she was a red dragon who had been born in the shape of a Princess of Mondoor. Hard to say. These were all separate stories. Until they weren’t.

Since we're headed into autumn, it's time to find cozy blankets, warm drinks, and a fic that you can spend the whole afternoon curled up with. Luckily, this is exactly the fic you've been looking for to while away the hours.

This is a quintessential fairytale, only with a few twists added in. For example, the only princess in this story is more than capable of defending herself, and will do so, courtesy of her sharp teeth, claws, and ability to breathe fire. Dean is the prince locked in the tower, but he's certainly no damsel waiting for rescue--in fact, he's going to battle his own way out, through dozens of monsters. Cas is the powerful wizard who has a soft spot for dragons, vegetable gardens, and lichen. And the carnivorous hedge has a sense of humor and does its best to help Dean out.

It does feel exactly like you're reading a fairytale as you go through this fic, and it's absolutely delightful. It's almost as good as watching the slow burn of Dean and Cas' relationship develop--first from Cas being begrudgingly allowed into Dean's space, to begrudging allies, to friends, and finally... maybe something more.

Cas is so endearingly oblivious throughout this fic (for instance, he spends a good bit of time wondering what Dean is doing at the tower to begin with, since he's sure that it was a princess who was cursed to be in the tower), but he's also the same powerful and badass guy that we've come to love. Dean is wonderfully irreverent but still with his vulnerabilities lurking underneath his bravado. And Charlie is the best friend (dragon!) that we've all wanted in our lives.

So find your favorite autumn beverage and comfy socks and settle in for a wonderful read! 💖

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rottiens · 12 days

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This Nanami fanart made me think if Nanami would actually be a social person or no. Would he be the type of husband that gets invited to dinners, fancy events which you have to dress up for? Or would he ignore people, and he wouldn't care about building connections or socializing because he already has you at home?

hm i think a mix of a bit of both. i think nanami is an introvert which would give him the appearance of being uninterested in others, even unfriendly, when that's not necessarily the case.

i don't think he is not interested in meeting others and creating social connections but his very personality limits him in that regard. he goes to work, does his job and then wants to go home away from the noise, the hustle and bustle of his coworkers and cuddle you, sink into the smell of your body, make a meal together and share what you both did in your day. he will always want that at the end of the day because you are his safe place.

it's for this reason that nanami despite wanting to be in his own space, undisturbed, people are drawn to him, people feel listened to when they babble and he nods without responding, they think he's a good employee and call him a good advisor (when all he does is nod), he always turns everything in on time even though he doesn't exactly love what he does. so, this leads him to be invited to company events: christmas, new year, halloween, each and every one of them he prefers to be at home and avoid people, but he will always enjoy being with you, sharing with you and showing off about his wife; nothing else makes him smile more and try to be sociable than you being with him.

#asks #lovers ₊˚ᰔ #nanami 🤝 me #what do you think #thanks for always sharing your thoughts and ideas with me #I love talking to you hehe #I feel that in this au that it is for me canon but without the curses #it would be the reader who would incite him to attend the events and invite him to go out of his comfort zone #always respecting his space and his limits #nanami x reader

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peachsayshi · 4 months

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(Non curse au)

florist!reader puts together a bouquet of red flowers for biker boyfriend!sukuna on Valentine’s Day. she watches him scrunch up his face with indifference when she hands it to him, only for him to then blush furiously when she admits that flowers remind her of him because it matches the color of his hair 🥺

#big men melting at soft gestures from their lovers will get me every time #soft sukuna you will always be precious to me ❤️❤️#I need to write more sukuna in non curse aus lol

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gojofy · 10 months

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Sick day - Satosugu oneshot/drabble

Pairing : Satoru Gojo / Suguru Geto

Summary : Satoru is sick and Suguru makes him breakfast in bed :3

Warnings : none just fluff and gojo being grossly sick 😒

Word count : 332

A/N : i just love them so much they r so boyfriends.. also this takes place in a normal AU with nooo curses and allat bcs i just want them to be happy living a domestic life together 😢😢

Satoru, who always wakes up so gracefully, is caught off guard when mid-yawn he starts to choke up a cough. He blinks open his bright blue eyes and rubs his throat with his right hand, sitting up slowly.

“Blech!” He shouts out to himself, coughing a bit more. He turns to look at Suguru, who is already out of bed and is in their shared kitchen. “Suguruuu-ACK.” He tries to call out his lover's name in a singsong-like voice, but is of course cut off by his gross coughs.

Suguru sighs from the kitchen as he is preparing Satoru a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with syrup, knowing Satoru has a sweet tooth. “Keep it down, Satoru.” He calls out, as he perfects the plate and puts it onto a tray.

Suguru walks over to Satoru, seeing him having a coughing fit in bed. He sighs and smiles to himself softly as he lays the tray on Satoru's lap. “I made you pancakes, specifically the chocolate chip ones since I know you have such a sweet tooth. I also added a bowl of strawberries and blueberries so you can have something healthy. You can also drink orange juice but I brought water too just in case you weren't in the mood for orange juice, and finally your medicine is there. I made sure to include the pill and liquid version since I know you can be picky on how you take your medicine.” Suguru rambles on as Satoru smiles lovingly at his boyfriend.

Satoru leans in and kisses Suguru on his cheek before coughing up again. “Ugh, don’t get me sick too Satoru.” He playfully replies before starting again, “After you’re done make sure to get some rest, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” Suguru smiles as he goes to leave the room, watching Satoru DEVOUR his breakfast. “Mkay Suguru! Loveee youuu~.” Satoru grins while waving off Suguru. “Uh huh love you too, Satoru.” He chuckles softly, leaving the room fully.

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imhereforbrownies · 2 years

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Never been happier

Han Jisung/Reader

Summary: Jisung has been your best friend ever since your first year of college. However, what you feel for him is far away from just friendship. Once he asks his classmate out, you somehow realize, that it might be your last chance to confess your feelings and address something that he let slip while being drunk. Just some college!au best friends to lovers kind of stuff (I suck at summaries, sorry).

Warnings: a bit of angst, cursing, fluff, best friends to lovers, college!au, idiots in love, mutual pinning, slight slowburn, mentions of drinking, jealous!reader, jealous!Jisung, I didn’t really use any pronouns for Y/N so this should be for everyone (I hope), Lisa and Jennie of Blackpink make an appearance for no particular reason other than that I love them lol - I hope that’s all, let me know if I missed anything please~

Word count: 10k+ (I apologize again)

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Today was a shitshow.

First your stupid phone died in the middle of the night so you overslept, then you managed to pour your morning tea on yourself when you were hurrying to your first class, then you found out you forgot about an assignment you were supposed to turn in today. Fortunately your professor was kind enough to give you extra time to turn it in, extending it to today's midnight, so instead of spending afternoon with Jisung and the boys you were writing a paper on Sigmund Freud. You don't know exactly how you managed to put it together, but you did and now you are laying face down in your bed, absolutely drowned out, debating with yourself whether to go and make yourself second dinner as a treat or not. Suddenly your phone buzzes.

You groan out but reach for it anyways, turning your face to the side to see an incoming message from no one else than your best friend.

> Are you up?

You chuckle. As if he didn't know.

< Sure, what's up?

You know Jisung had something he wanted to share with you today and being the curious human you are you couldn't wait to hear it. But then you had to cancel your plans because of the assignment and it's fair to say it didn't really raise your spirits. Jisung's message gave you hope though. And when it takes mere seconds for him to text back, you know it means he really has something important to say, tension growing in your chest.

> You know Ha-na from my Music History class? I asked her out and she said yes.

You stare at the message, eyes widening, your heart hammering like crazy, the dull sound reverberating through your whole body, your breathing pausing for probably longer than it should. You feel as if someone slapped you.

> Are you there?

Jisung's second message snaps you out of your little stupor and with sweaty fingers and trembling heart you reply.

< Sure. That's great, dude.

Tears finally raise in your eyes as you realize what's going on. This is what he couldn't wait to share with you? This is why he was so smiley these days? Ha-na from his Music History class?

Oh, saying you feel like a dumbass is an understatement. Let's say that maybe, just maybe, a little part of you hoped that the reason for his smile was you, that maybe he really felt the same way you do and that maybe he finally wanted to confess to you officially. Guess not.

You stare dumbly at the screen, your chest filling with something heavy and dark, making your heart ache.

You know this is your fault in the first place. You were a coward just like your roommate Lisa said. You should've confessed to him a long time ago just as she instructed or at least confront him about what he said after Jeongin's birthday party but you were so afraid you'll ruin the friendship you two have that you eventually fully missed all your chances.

> I wanted to tell you today but since you were busy I thought I'll let you know like this.

You sigh softly, biting on your lip to hold back any sound that would dare to escape your lips, burning tears rolling down your cheeks. You thought today could not get worse yet here you are.

< You know it was schoolwork, it wasn't intentional.

You close your phone, throwing it away as you flip the sheets over your head, burying your face into the pillow as if it could swallow you up whole, your sorrows and regrets included.

This is how Lisa finds you about half of an hour later, returning from her late class with smile on her face that drops instantly when she sees you in your little cocoon. She knows that means no good.

"Hey there, Y/N! Not a good day?" She asks softly, putting down her bag and crossing the room to reach your bed. You don't reply at all, which makes Lisa frown a bit. She gently peels the covers off of your body just to find you already sleeping, crumpled tissues spread around your body, making Lisa's frown deepen as she carefully covers you with the blanket again. She contemplates whether to wake you up or not, when your phone buzzes softly. It takes a while for her to find it, the buzzing indicating a second incoming message helps her locate it in the feet of your bed, twisted in your sheets. She hesitates a moment, not wanting to intrude your privacy but all it takes is one look at you, the hurt painted over your features even in your sleep making her act before she could change her mind, her hands freeing your phone just to find at least ten unread messages from Jisung.

> I know, I didn't mean to make it sound harsh

> Are you still up?

> Y/N?

> Y/nnnnnnnn

> Are you mad at me?

> Did something happen?

> Did I do something wrong?

> Y/N???

> Is this because of Ha-na?

> I won't go out with her if you don't like her.

> Please, answer me.

As she reads through them she puts together a decent image of what happened, her eyes turning to you with mixture of sympathy and worry.

She knows that even though you might not admit it out aloud, what you feel to Jisung is much more than just a crush.

"Ah, Y/Nie," she murmurs, putting your phone on your bedside table. She sighs softly, deciding to let you sleep. She'll have enough time to discuss it with you tomorrow.

Or at least that's what she thought. But when Lisa wakes up the next morning you're already gone. It could be considered nothing out of ordinary if only your classes didn't start much later than hers today.

Lisa sits up in her bed and lets out an irritated huff, looking around the room to find out what's left of you here. You didn't take your bag nor your phone so she assumes you didn't head to school yet and that you rather wanted to hide away somewhere, which gives her no comfort at all. She reaches for her phone, determination flashing in her eyes. She won't leave it like this.

You sit underneath the blooming cherry tree in your favorite park, sipping your frappe as you stare at your old sneakers, mind wondering somewhere far far away, your surroundings being lost on you.

You woke up really early today, which is very unlike you, but you somehow couldn't fall asleep again, your mind constantly returning to Jisung's surprise announcement from yesterday and his words from months ago, ringing through your mind like and omen.

After spending about an hour rolling from one side to another in your bed, you decided to get up and head outside. That's what led you here. You needed some time to be alone and to think this through properly. Your feelings aren't raging inside you like yesterday, the sadness and anxiety make you feel numb now.

You mindlessly nibble at the straw, swaying your feet a little as you think about what you're going to do about this mess, when a pair of black sneakers and a skateboard appear in your vision, a shadow being casted over your form, forcing you to look up at the stranger. Your eyes meet his and you realize it's no stranger at all. It's Chan.

"Hey, Y/N," he greets you with a grin, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

"Hi, Chan," you manage a smile, moving a bit to make space for him on the bench and he takes your invitation, resting his skateboard on the side of it as he takes a seat, small smile on his lips.

"What are you doing here so early?" He asks, turning to you.

You know Chan approximately as long as you know Jisung. You met them during your first year of collage. You three took the same class and were assigned to make a project together. You clicked with them instantly and you stayed in each other's lives ever since. You often returned to those memories in your mind, looking back at those days with nothing but gratitude. Getting to spend time with them and the rest of the boys brought so much happiness into your life. Maybe that's why you were always so terrified to lose Jisung.

"Y/N?" Chan's worried voice takes you out of your head and you realize he asked you a question.

"Uhm, sorry. I- I just woke up early today and wanted to spend some time outside before my classes," you shrug, dropping your gaze back down to your sneakers.

"Are you sure that's it?" He nudges your shoulder with his gently, making your eyes snap back to him.

"What kind of question is that?" You raise your eyebrow at him, eyeing him suspiciously. Chan chuckles softly, scratching the back of his neck in what you recognize as nervous gesture.

"Lisa called me," he admits, making your features curve in confusion. Lisa did what? Why would she- oh.

"So you both know," you murmur and Chan hums in agreement softly.

You feel embarrassment creeping on you and so you just look down and sip your frappe. When you ignored Jisung's messages and cried yourself to sleep yesterday, you didn't expect anyone else to get to know about it. But here you are.

"So you are here on purpose. And here I thought that you finally crawled out of the cave you call studio to get some fresh air as a part of your self care routine or something," you mumble, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, you wish," Chan states, which makes your lips twitch into amused smirk.

"But for real, I'm here because I'm worried about you, Y/N. Both of you," he switches back to seriousness, all the teasing gone from his tone.

"Both of us?" You ask, your eyes finding his at the mention of Jisung.

"Yeah. He was really nervous to tell you about Ha-na, you know," he says softly and you can't help but frown.

"Why? What did he thought I'll do? Jesus, we are best friends for almost two years now. It's not like I'd get all-," you cut yourself off, realizing that what you're doing right now is exactly what you wanted to say you wouldn't do.

It's not like I'd get all jealous or something.

Yeah, sure.

Chan apparently catches up on your trail of thoughts and his hand finds yours, squeezing gently.

"He was just worried you won't like her, that's all. He really cares about your opinion," he states and you bite on your lower lip as harsh as you can, holding back tears.

"I don't even know who she is," you whisper when you're sure you can keep your emotions on leash.

"Really? I thought-," this time it's Chan who doesn't finish his sentence and you who's left to read between the lines.

"I'm in love with Jisung, Chan," you state and surprisingly, your voice doesn't tremble.

Silence settles between the two of you for a long moment, much longer than you would like, making anxiety grow inside you.

"Oh," is all Chan lets out and your facade finally crumbles, tears raising in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.

"I've liked him ever since the day you two walked in the class but then- then we all became friends and I just- I didn't want to ruin everything with my stupid feelings but now he's going out with Ha-na and- I- I- didn't know what to do," you sob as Chan pulls you into his arms, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck while his hands run over your back soothingly.

"What do I do, Chan?" You ask, desperately clinging to his form as if your life depended on it, your eyes filling with hot tears.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this, Y/N, but you should tell him," he says softly and you stiffen.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. I can't do that, Chan. There's no way. No. Never. He- he apparently doesn't feel the same and I'm pretty sure it would only make things awkward between us and I just- I can't lose him," you murmur, biting on your lower lip and shaking your head.

Chan pulls away just enough to be able to look into your eyes, his gaze soft yet focused.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"What?" You whisper.

"How do you know he doesn't feel the same?"

The weight of his eyes on you makes you shy and so you look away, fidgeting with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie.

"Well, why else would he ask her to go out with him, if he felt the same?" You murmur, your own words working like a salt on a wound, making your chest burn. This specific question wouldn't leave your mind ever since you read Jisung's message yesterday. You thought- you thought the feelings were mutual and that once you gather enough courage, you'll confess and that maybe, just maybe, it'll all work out just fine.

"Maybe he thought you don't feel the same," Chan offers and you chuckle humorlessly.

"Yeah, sure. Even Jeongin knows about it. How could he not?" You finally meet his gaze again, your eyes full of tears. You feel so tired after all the crying.

To your surprise Chan scoffs.

"I thought that after two years of knowing him, you would know that sometimes he's just- Jisung. I think he would not let himself believe that you could feel the same until you'd literally rub it in his face," he states and you stare at him, your brain replaying his words again and again until you have to admit this might be true.

Even though Jisung seems like the cockiest boy you've ever met, you know he's mostly trying to mask how sensitive and insecure he can be. Chan is right. If he really meant what he said that night at Jeongin's, he wouldn't probably own up to it. He gets too lost in his own head sometimes and you know that can be a problem. Besides, you still don't know if he remembers it in the first place.

"Maybe you are right," you say eventually and Chan chuckles.

"Yeah, trust me. You should give it a try. He's supposed to go out with Ha-na tomorrow so you still have enough time to tell him. Don't waste it, please," he states, his eyes full of care holding you a hostage and so you find yourself nodding mindlessly.

"Good. Now... did you have a breakfast already? I know this place down the street..."

Once the door of your flat closes behind you, you find yourself in tight embrace of no one else but your roommate. You're a bit confused, especially because Lisa was supposed to be in her class by now but you return the hug anyways, letting her ramble.

"I was so worried about you. I'm sorry I called Chan and got all involved but I didn't know what to do and you know I hate to see you sad. I would go looking for you but you left your phone here and I didn't know where to go. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay, Lisa. Really. Thank you, actually. Talking to Chan really helped me," you say softly.

She pulls away and looks up at you, your smile making her own lips curve into one.

"So you're not mad?" She asks and you shake your head.

"No."

"And you're not sad anymore either?" She assures and you can't help but scoff.

"No. I'm anxious but not sad," you confess.

"Okay, good. We can work with that. Let's start with me making some tea and then you'll tell me what makes you anxious, okay?" She offers, leading you into your little living space and you nod in agreement.

You settle on the couch and watch Lisa as she makes her way around the counter, pulling out your matching mugs and getting everything ready to make the tea.

"I want to confess my feelings to Jisung," you admit suddenly and she freezes. Her eyes snap to you, her lips parted in surprise as little what? escapes her mouth.

"Yeah. Uhm- Chan said I should give it a try so I was thinking, you know- yeah," you shrug, trying to stop yourself from fidgeting.

"I mean I've been telling you to do so for about a year but okay," she states, making you chuckle.

"No, but really. I'm happy Chan gave you the encouragement that you needed. Whatever he said to you, I'm sure he's right," she says and you smile, nodding.

"I really hope so," you murmur and you mean every word. You know how much is at stake and you're about to risk it all.

"I'm just gonna get my phone, okay?" You glance at Lisa and she nods with a smile, humming some tune as she waits for the water to boil and so you head to to your joined bedroom.

When you pick up the phone and the screen turns on, you almost drop it. The amount of unread messages and calls from Jisung makes you realize that Chan was 100% right in one thing. Jisung does care about your opinion a lot. You feel guilt flood your veins as you read through all of the mess that he left you throughout yesterday's night and today's morning, anxiety seeping through his words, making you want to smack yourself for putting Jisung through this. You acted like a bad friend. Hell, that's an understatement. You acted like the worst friend.

Before you're able to stop yourself, you're dialing Jisung's number and pacing around the room as the phone keeps ringing.

Finally he picks up.

"Y/N."

The way he says your name cannot be compared to any time you've ever heard it before. It's desperation, relief, sadness and fear all melted into one, making your heart clench painfully in your chest.

"Sungie, I'm so so so sorry. I- I know there's no way I could ever excuse my behavior in any way but I really do apologize. I- I fell asleep yesterday because I was so exhausted in the evening and today when I woke up I went for a walk and I left my phone at home. I'm really sorry," you blurt out, intentionally leaving out certain parts of the story. He doesn't need to know about that.

"No, no, no. There's no reason to apologize, really. I just thought you're- I misunderstood the whole situation and I got anxious again, I'm really sorry," he states and you can spot the nervousness in his tone. You really wish you were there with him so you could hug him tight.

"It's not your fault at all, Sung. Really," you assure him and he sighs softly.

"Okay," is all he replies but it's soft and even so you know his brain finally switched off the panic mode.

"I- I wanted to ask you something actually," you state, biting on your lower lip as you stare out of the window at the people down on the street, everyone trailing behind their own matters.

"Oh, what is it?" He asks without missing a heartbeat.

"Are you free tonight by any chance? I thought that maybe we could hang out when it didn't work out yesterday. We haven't seen each other in a while properly," you offer, praying he would say yes without questioning your motives further.

"Uhm, yeah, sure!" He replies and you can't help but smile.

"Good. See you tonight then, Sungie," you say softly.

"See you, Y/Nie."

It's honestly a miracle you were able to sit through all of your classes and pay at least a fraction of attention to what your professors said when all you could think about was your little rendezvous with Jisung. You agreed to meet at six at your favorite coffee shop and the closer the hour got the more nervous you grew, debating with yourself whether this really has to be done. Chan's words gave you courage though. Maybe Jisung still does feel the same and maybe you really have to be the one to officially make the first step. Even if he didn't feel the same anymore, you're grown ups, right? You can overcome this and stay friends, it's no big deal after all. You've lived like this for months now, with his words on your mind, and a thing didn't change between the two of you. So maybe this could work just fine.

You repeat this to yourself like a mantra the whole way to the cafe. You know Jisung has a habit of showing up late, so you don't really rush while you try to prepare a mental speech for him about all those chaotic emotions swirling through you.

To your surprise, once you open the glass door of the coffee shop, he's already sitting in your usual place, his skateboard resting against the side of his seat. He's playing with the menu nervously, looking at it as if he didn't have it memorized by now, his messy dark hair hidden by the snapback, the oversized hoodie he wears swallowing up his body. You can't help but smile. This is exactly how you know Jisung. This is exactly how you love him too.

You greet Jennie who stands behind the counter before you head to him. Besides being Lisa's best friend, Jennie is also an acquaintance of yours since she works here, where you and Jisung are usuals by now. You notice Jennie's smirk as her gaze flicks between you and Sung, making you want to roll your eyes. She never missed a chance to tease the two of you about the 'obvious mutual pinning' as she calls it.

Once Jisung catches the movement in the edge of his vision, he looks up, your eyes meeting. You feel your heart do a little jump in your chest, your cheeks heating up. Grin appears on his face as he stands up and heads to you, pulling you into his arms with your name slipping through his lips. He holds you tightly as always and you can't help but melt against him, resting your head on his shoulder while your arms envelope his back.

"I'm so happy to see you," he confesses and you really have to stop yourself from doing something stupid.

"Me too," you murmur instead, pulling away to look at him.

"God, have you slept recently?" You ask, noticing the dark circles that formed underneath his deep brown eyes, worry creeping into your chest.

"I- uh- not really," he admits, looking down to avoid the frown that appears of your face.

"Sungie. Is something going on?" You ask, gently grabbing his arm and leading him back to your table, both of you sitting down opposite each other.

"N-no. Well, nothing serious. I'm just struggling with sleep. No particular reason," he shrugs, his hands fidgeting with the menu again and so you reach out, taking them in your own.

"Have you talked about it with your doctor? I think she should know about it," you say softly and he sighs, his fingertips grazing your wrists mindlessly, making goosebumps raise on your skin.

"Yeah, I did," he states and finally looks up to meet your gaze.

"And what did she say?" You ask, knowing that sometimes you have to push Jisung a bit to get him to tell you the whole story.

"She had a few suggestions. I don't know how to work with it though," he shrugs and you chuckle.

"Ah, Sungie. We can make it work, I promise. You should've told me earlier," you say and he bites on his lower lip, his eyes searching yours shyly.

There's something about this whole situation that makes you feel uneasy. He's too nervous, too fidgety. He's usually not like that. Only when-

"You're not telling me the whole truth, are you?" You whisper and his eyes widen softly, his whole body stiffening before he shrinks a bit, gaze dropping to the table.

"No," he admits.

"What is it then? You know you can tell me everything, Sung. Chan already told me all your embarrassing secrets that night we got drunk at Changbin's birthday party," you state, trying to lighten up the mood but Jisung doesn't budge, which kind of terrifies you.

"This is not something I can tell you, Y/N," he says and you could swear your heart stopped for a second here.

"What?" You murmur, your brain trying to catch up with his words.

"I- I just can't. No," he shakes his head as he retreats his hands from yours, the sudden distance between the two of you making you feel cold.

"I mean- I have no right to force you. If you don't want to tell me, then you probably have a good reason for it and I respect it," you state with heavy heart as you bite on your lower lip, taking your own hands off the table to hide them in the pockets of your hoodie.

You both stay quiet for a moment, just looking anywhere but each other, the atmosphere turning too heavy for your own liking. That is until Jisung clears his throat, instantly earning your attention.

"What about you? How are you these days?" He asks and you stiffen, remembering why you are here in the first place.

"Uhm- well, I manage," you shrug.

"What the hell does that mean?" He leans forward and you fight the urge to lean back as if that could help you escape his piecing gaze.

"I- I don't know. There's a lot of it in school. I just can't wait for summer," you murmur, hoping Jisung will take the bait and leave you alone, but it doesn't seem like that.

"I know you tend to overwork yourself. We talked about this already though. You should rest properly, Y/N," he states and you sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, mom," you murmur and he chuckles.

"Ya, I mean it!"

"I know."

Your eyes meet, smiles on your faces. And suddenly everything feels okay again. It always does when it's the two of you. That's what you love about Jisung. He always gave you peace, always made you feel like whatever kind of shit you were dealing with didn't matter at all, like everything had a solution in the end and it does. Even this thing between you.

"I have to tell you something," you blurt out, your heart palpitations reaching the roof when you realize you really said it out aloud and there's no backing out of this now.

"Okay?" Jisung offers, smiling softly. You look down, squeezing your eyes shut as you exhale, remembering what Chan said.

Don't waste it, please.

"I- I-," you stutter out, your mind shutting down completely, the whole speech you prepared turning into thin air and leaving you a little vulnerable trembling mess.

No, you got this.

"I kind of- I like you, Jisung," you state, keeping your eyes down, too afraid to look up at him and see his reaction. Just when he stays suspiciously quiet, you actually dare to take a peek at him and assure he didn't just leave in the middle of your inner battle. He's there though, looking at you like a confused little puppy.

"I like you too, Y/N. But I kinda hoped you- I mean- you know that since we are friends, right?" He raises an eyebrow at you and you feel like screaming. God, you'll really have to rub it in his face, won't you?

"No, what I mean is that I- I love you, Jisung. Like much much more than a friend. I do for a while now and I didn't know how to tell you and now- I felt like this was my last chance. You don't have to do anything about it of course. I- I can handle it. I just- Chan- he said I should tell you so- here I am," you finally breathe out, feeling like your mind is probably about to explode.

"Chan?" He echoes and you look up at him, confused.

"You told Chan before you told me?" He asks and you feel like you'll probably jump over the table and choke him.

"What the hell? That's all you got out of this? What was I supposed to do? Tell you and ask you for advice?" You raise your voice, making a few people look in your way but you really couldn't care less at the moment.

"I'm your best friend!" Jisung argues.

"Jisung, I swear to god, I'm gonna murder you," you state, clenching your fists on the tabletop.

You pictured this going a lot of ways but this definitely wasn't one of them.

"You know, if you told me instead of your new best friend Chan, you would've probably found out that I feel the same but whatever," he states, folding his arms on his chest as he leans back nonchalantly.

"You- you do?" You squeak out.

"Well, it doesn't really matter now. You apparently prefer to talk to Chan anyways so-," he states, waving you off while you stare at him, completely shocked.

"Jisung, please, stop joking around or I'm gonna cry. I mean it," you state and he snaps his gaze back to you, apparently concerned.

"If this whole thing is a joke, I can't take it. I- I've been struggling to tell you for so long and if you want to laugh at it now I don't want to hear it," you say, standing up without facing him, ready to leave, feeling too exposed, too vulnerable to handle being in his presence anymore.

"Y/Nie, wait! That's not what I meant to do at all, I promise. I don't want to laugh at you. I- I really care about you. I love you, Y/N. A lot. I'm sorry," he states apologetically, his hand reaching out to you to stop you, grabbing your wrist.

"You know how I get in serious situations," he adds, but you almost don't hear it over the roaring of your own heart in your ears, his words resonating on your mind.

"You love me?" You ask, turning around to look at him, the tears still glistening in your eyes. The sincerity, worry and affection you're met with are enough to melt your heart.

"I do," he nods, hint of certainty in his voice.

"Why did you ask Ha-na out then?" You inquire, your heart trembling a bit at the mention of it. Jisung sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Because of Minho. He said I should ask someone out to try and forget about you," he says softly and you stare at him for a moment, before you chuckle.

Jisung gazes at you, unsure how to react.

"This is ridiculous. I thought it was obvious I felt the same," you state and he chuckles.

"I thought so too," he says, making you smile. So he probably doesn't remember what he said then. Not that it matters now, your whole body buzzing with excitement from his sweet admission.

"I guess we should thank Minho," you offer and he shakes his head.

"No way. We would never hear the end of it, I swear," Jisung states and you start laughing.

"That's true. We must pretend we somehow figured it out ourselves," you state and he hums in agreement, pulling you into his arms by your wrist, his arms settling around your waist.

You are a bit surprised, looking into his eyes shyly, your cheeks burning.

"You think they'll believe us?" He asks and you scoff.

"Probably not," you admit, snaking your hands to the back of his neck, your fingers playing with his soft hair, your eyes glued to his.

"I thought so," he murmurs before he closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you softly. You melt against him completely, letting him savor you like you've always dreamed of, your lips dancing against each other as if this was always meant to be. And you kind of believe it was. Because there's no way this would ever make you feel so good.

The taste of him on your tongue is addictive and you immediately chase after it, letting him pull you closer by your waist, your bodies pressed flush against each other, your hearts racing rapidly in tandem. You feel like every cell in your body is buzzing, making your skin tingle as your fingers run a bit further into his hair, your insides melting.

"Ew, get a room you two."

The female voice immediately snaps you out of your little bubble, both you and Jisung pulling away a bit breathless, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You catch Jennie's mischievous gaze as she passes by you, giving you a playful wink, making you want to disappear into thin air.

"Sorry," you murmur, exchanging a flustered glance with Sung, who's biting on his lower lip, endearingly trying to contain his grin.

"Come on, let me treat you to some hot chocolate," he offers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you back towards your table.

"Can't say no to that."

After spending about an hour chatting over a cup of hot chocolate and sharing cheesecake, you both decide to call it a night and get going. Jisung forces you to let him pay for the two of you before you say your goodbyes to Jennie and head home.

You can feel the shift in the dynamics between the two of you, as if you shared a secret now, something only you two know and understand and it's both comforting and terrifying.

"So- what will you do now with Ha-na?" You ask, nudging his shoulder as you walk down the street together. Jisung groans out, detecting the teasing in your tone, making you chuckle.

"What do you think I'll do? I'll explain how the things are now, of course," he states and you smile.

"Hmm. And how the things are exactly, Jisung?" You murmur, looking at him with raised eyebrow and he smirks.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

Just as Jisung finishes the sentence, a loud roar of thunder echoes through the space, the first heavy raindrops following by soon, before it turns into straight on downpour, soaking your bodies through and through.

"Ah, shit," you mutter, putting on your hood as you try to walk faster.

"Come on. If we jog for a moment, we'll make it to my flat soon," Jisung offers, raising his voice so you'd hear it through all the ruckus around you and you agree, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your tummy as his hand envelopes yours.

You both start running, despite the water drenching your clothes and shoes as you try to avoid bumping into other people hurrying to hide from the rain. You can't believe you didn't notice the thunderstorm coming. You always tend to check the weather, but you were too preoccupied with the whole situation with Jisung that you somehow forgot.

The absurdity of the situations makes you giggle as you squeeze on Jisung's hand tighter, letting him lead you as you stumble through the rain.

When you think about it, it's quite freeing and you realize that after a long time you really feel careless and happy. Every worry that tortured your body seems to dissipate, leaving you calm and contend, smile curving your lips as you tug the hood lower into your face to protect it from the water.

"Hold on just a moment. We'll be there soon, baby," Jisung encourages, taking a turn and tugging you along and you almost stumble once your brain registers the pet name slipping through his lips, your heart jumping at that, while warmth floods your cheeks.

"Okay," you reply quietly, not even sure if Jisung heard it over the rain.

He doesn't respond anyhow, picking up a pace instead as his apartment building greets you at the end of the street.

You keep up with him and soon you stand in front of the front door while Jisung's wet fingers fumble with the keys. He finally manages to unlock it and he lets you in first before following quickly after. He rushes you into the elevator, letting out a soft sigh once he presses the button with his floor number and it starts moving upwards, tugging his hood down and resting his back against the wall, his eyes meeting yours and you give him a smile, trying to hide the shivering of your body, but it doesn't go unnoticed by Jisung.

"God, you're trembling," he states, closing the distance between the two of you, his hands grabbing your arms and he starts stroking them over your soaked hoodie, trying to warm you up, making you let out a shaky laugh.

"It-it won't h-help, Sungie. I-I need dry clothes, d-dummy," you stutter through shattering teeth.

"You're right. You need to take hot shower too. Why won't this thing go faster?" He lets out annoyed sigh, looking up as if to scold the elevator before his eyes meet yours again and you chuckle.

"It's- it's okay," you soothe, smiling at him, the corners of his own lips lifting a bit at that even though he still looks quite alerted about your state.

Finally the elevator stops and the door slides open. Immediately, Jisung grabs your hand again, hurrying to the door of his flat, keys already prepared in the other one, ready to unlock the door. It doesn't take him as long this time and so soon you're both standing in the hallway, small puddles of water forming underneath each of you as you take off your shoes and hoodies.

"A-are the boys h-home?" You ask, keeping your voice low to not draw too much of potential attention.

You are at Jisung's often, there's no problem with that, but you're sure that Changbin and Minho of all the people know exactly what's up with the two of you and you're not really willing to face their teasing right now.

"No, don't worry," he states with a smile.

"Go ahead and take a shower, I'll prepare some clean clothes for you," he prompts, pushing you forward gently, taking your soaked hoodie from you.

"What about y-you though?" You turn to him, hesitating. You're sure he must feel just as uncomfortable and cold as you.

"I'm gonna go right after you. Don't worry," he assures you, leaning to you to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, making your eyes widen in surprise, your cheeks burning.

You don't dare to argue anymore, following Jisung's orders and heading straight towards the bathroom like in trance.

You close the door behind yourself, letting out a soft sigh, persuading your heart to stop racing like crazy from something as small as what just happened, grin plastered on your face.

You bite on your lower lip, forcing yourself to contain your stupid joy and start taking off your drenched clothes promptly, your shivering body spurring you on.

Once you stand there completely naked, you climb in the shower and put on the hot water, groaning out in pleasure as soon as it hits your cold body. You can slowly feel your skin warming up again as you let the stream wash over you. You stand there just like that for a while, enjoying the warmth that slowly returns into your veins as you hum some melody under your breath.

After a moment you decide you should probably get out already and so you grab a bottle of shower gel, hoping that it's not Changbin's or Minho's, and you quickly wash yourself, before turning the water off and getting out of the shower.

You take out clean towel from the cupboard, knowing well where Jisung keeps them after all the time the two of you know each other and the times you crashed over at his place, and you dry yourself thoroughly. When you're done, you wrap it around your body before grabbing the handle and opening the door, just to almost crash into Jisung. You both jolt a bit, your gaze meeting his wide eyes, before you look down at the pile of clothes in his hands.

"I- uh- I just- the clothes," he stutters out, pushing it into your arms before he turns around and leaves in hurry.

"Thank you?" You murmur, confused about his behavior. It's not like Jisung never seen you like this before. When you think about it, he's been always flustered around you when you somehow lacked clothing but you just thought it makes him uncomfortable since you are best friends. But probably not.

You smirk softly at that before you close the door again. You quickly change into the clothes he brought you, an oversized black t-shirt and some comfy shorts, before wrapping your wet hair in the towel and finally leaving the bathroom so Jisung can wash up as well.

"You're free to go now!" You announce, heading with the pile of your wet clothes into the living room to put them on the heating to dry up a bit.

"Sungie?" You try again once you realize the lack of his response, while lining your clothes on the heating.

"Stop yelling so much, jeez," an all-too-familiar voice takes you out of your thoughts, making you snap your head around just to be met with Minho, casually leaning against the doorframe, smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You inquire, raising an eyebrow at him while he lets out an amused chuckle.

"I can ask you the same thing, Y/N," he states, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he approaches you slowly, making you feel like a prey.

"We were out with Sung and the thunderstorm caught us on our way back so I'll probably wait here 'til it's over," you shrug, noticing how Minho smirks.

"Out with Sung, huh?" He asks tentatively, making you suppress a roll of your eyes.

"Yep," you nod, knowing exactly what you just got yourself into. God, you'll kill Jisung once you see him for giving you the fake feeling of safety when he assured you the boys are not home.

"Does it have anything to do with his date with Ha-na?" He keeps interrogating you, but you're determined to not let anything slip. Not in front of Lee Minho himself.

"No. Well, I mean he wanted to go out to tell me about that, but otherwise no," you shake your head, putting the last sock on the heating before nonchalantly walking out of the living room and into the kitchen only for Minho to follow you. And to no surprise at all, in the kitchen you find Changbin, sitting soundly behind the table and eating cereal, his eyes meeting yours and he grins.

"Hey, Y/Nie! Didn't know you were joining us today," he states, making you chuckle.

"Hey, Binnie. Me neither. The weather caught us by surprise," you shrug with a smile, stopping by the sink to wash your hands, Minho's body leaning against the counter by your right immediately, his persistence making annoyance bubble underneath your skin.

"I know you're lying because I know you were the one who called Jisung today. We were in the middle of a game and we lost because of your stupid phone call so don't try me," he states and you stiffen. Jisung stopped playing just because of you? You thought that once he joined the game nothing could get him away from the console. Your heart flutters at it involuntarily, but you remind yourself to keep your cool, since Minho's sharp gaze is now focused fully on you.

"What are you two talking about?" Changbin asks, apparently confused but neither you or Minho pay his question any attention.

"That's what this is about? You lost your game?" You turn to the embodiment of Spanish Inquisition by your side, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No. Not at all. This is about you casually wearing Jisung's clothes, using his shower gel and letting him kiss your forehead in the hallway," he states calmly, folding his arms on his chest while your mouth opens in disbelief.

"What?" Changbin shrieks, standing up so abruptly that he almost knocks his chair over.

"So, dear Y/Nie, what do you have to say about that?" Minho bats his eyelashes at you, leaning closer to you with an all-too-sweet smile on his face, heat raising in your cheeks.

"I-I-," you stutter, not knowing what to do to get out of this stupid situation, until you spot Jisung entering the kitchen, drying his hair with a small towel, apparently unaware of the conversation that just occurred between the rest of you.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering, where you went," he smiles at you, before his expression drops, apparently sensing the tense atmosphere between you and the boys.

You must look hilarious. Changbin standing by the table, eyes widened and brows furrowed, still awaiting the explanation, while you cling to the counter, looking like a deer in the headlights, your eyes pleading with Jisung to save you and Minho, who's leaned by your side, watching you with wolfish grin, gently thrumming his fingers against the countertop as if to let you know he too is waiting for what you have to say.

"What's up?" Jisung asks, running his hand through his wet hair, something you've always found incredibly hot, but you dismiss completely now as you find yourself still trapped by Minho's piercing gaze.

"N-nothing. I-I've been looking for you. Did you already take a shower?" You try to play it cool, your stuttering making Minho chuckle.

"Yeah. I-."

"Are you two dating?" Jisung's words get cut off by Changbin, who's apparently fed up with all the teasing and beating around the bush that Minho enjoys so much.

"What?" Han squeaks out, his eyes snapping from Changbin to you and Minho, a hint of recognition washing over his face. He knows what's up now.

"Uhm- no?" He offers, making Minho laugh, while you do a facepalm.

"Yeah, very persuasive," the boy by your side states, making you give him a death glare.

"Sure, sure, sure. When were you planning to tell us?" Changbin asks, still apparently shaken up by the sudden revelation but at least he's sitting down again.

"Probably never," you murmur, your eyes meeting Jisung's and he gives you a little shrug.

"Are you kidding? We are your closest friends," Changbin argues.

"Not true. We're each other's closest friends," you deny but he just keeps going, ignoring your comment completely.

"I would tell you if I were dating someone. Especially if it was someone from our group! How can you hide it from us like this? You call yourself friends? This is awful!" He keeps lamenting, throwing his hands around and all it takes is once shared glance with Jisung and you're both laughing, leaving Changbin confused again.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," you breathe out between the laughs.

"They went crazy," Minho murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"No, no. Listen-," Jisung tries but he can't stop laughing either, resting his hand on his belly now.

It takes a few minutes for both of you to calm down and catch your breath and you have to really try to push the image of angry Changbin out of your mind because it was always something that could crack you up immediately.

"Fine. Are you done now?" Minho asks and you nod, wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"The thing is- it's still new, you know? We haven't even settled it between the two of us yet. I mean if we are dating or not," Jisung explains and you hum in agreement.

"Oh, please. Of course, you are dating. I bet you've been dating for months now," Minho states and it's your turn to be confused.

"What the hell do you mean?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I mean you remember Jeongin's birthday party, right?" Minho asks and you steal a glance at Jisung, who seems completely lost. Of course, he does.

"Kind of," you murmur, folding your hands on your chest.

"Jisung got drunk as hell and if I recall it well, you were the one who shared the bed with him that night," Minho states, your cheeks heating up at the memory.

"We all thought- you know-," Changbin shrugs and you sigh softly. Of course, they did.

"Especially when you were the reason why he was so drunk, right, Sungie?" Minho teases and you can't help but look at the boy in question, his whole face burning as he looks everywhere but you.

"What does that mean?" You ask, not really understanding now.

"Maybe we should give them some space," you hear Changbin saying, but your eyes never leave Jisung. He looks so embarrassed it makes your heart clench painfully in your chest.

You remember the night as if it was yesterday. You were so excited to celebrate Jeongin's birthday, especially when you and Chan were the ones to organize it. That's probably why it all went so smoothly and thanks to the help of others Jeongin didn't suspect a thing, which made everything even better. You invited a lot of people, old friends, new friends, and even the girl that Jeongin had a crush on, which was mostly Lisa's doing since they had a common friend. You were quite busy with making sure everything went as planned and so you didn't even have much time to drink except for two shots with Minho and the birthday boy himself, but it was apparently different with Jisung. You saw him the last time probably when you were all singing happy birthday to Jeongin, holding the cake Felix baked together but then he disappeared in the crowd for about an hour and when you met him again, he was wasted. And by that you mean he wasn't even able to talk and stand properly. You didn't understand how he could get so drunk over such a short period of time but you didn't question it further, because you knew as his best friend it was your task to take care of him anyways. You had agreed with Jeongin and Chan before that you two will stay over at their place since it's quite on the opposite side of the city than your apartments are and you were really grateful for it that night because there was no way you'd be able to get Jisung into the elevator yet alone over the whole city to his apartment.

You somehow managed to talk him into retiring early and at least taking a short nap to sober up a bit. He eventually agreed, even though it took all you had and with Seungmin's help you dragged him into the spare room where you already had mattresses ready on the floor to sleep on. Seungmin left you two alone almost immediately, dissipating like a shadow, so you had to help Jisung undress all by yourself. He was constantly whining about you being 'such a mom' and a 'party pooper' for dragging him away, but you didn't budge. When you finally tugged him in like a baby, you got up, ready to leave too, but then he spoke up again, in a tone so much different than before.

"Please don't leave."

It tugged on your heart more than you were willing to admit and so you agreed to stay with him, settling on your mattress that was right next to his. He pulled you closer almost immediately, your body flush to his own as he buried his face into your neck, making your whole body stiffen completely.

"I- I love you so much, Y/Nie. You'll never know. I'm sorry for being such an ass about it. I always wanted to tell you, but I'm a coward. Please, don't leave me."

Even though his words were slurred, he sounded so pained and so desperate, as if on the verge of tears, making your heart ache. All you were able to do in the moment was wrap your arms around his form and hold him close, while a single word escaped your tight throat.

"Never."

Minho's protests take you out of your head and you realize Jisung's now gazing at you too and it's your turn to avoid his gaze, your cheeks burning. You know he probably doesn't remember anything from that night, you figured as much since he never spoke of it again and seemed genuinely oblivious when you tried to ask him about it subtly.

Once Minho's complaining dies somewhere down the hall and you hear the door closing, you dare to take a peek at Jisung.

"So- could you please explain what Minho meant by that?" You ask, keeping your voice soft and even, hoping that would give Sung at least a fraction of assurance that you mean no harm by your question.

"I- uhm- yeah. He was right. I got drunk because of you," he shrugs softly, leaning against the small kitchen island, his eyes meeting yours shyly.

"Why though?" You murmur, still not understanding a single thing.

"Because of that dumbass Ryan. You know, the guy who asked you out a few days before the party? I was- I was unable to tell you how I felt because I was so scared I'll ruin everything and he showed up and- I was afraid I'll lose you," he admits, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"So you were jealous?" You ask softly, making Jisung's gaze snap to you.

"What? No. Not at all. I definitely wasn't jealous. Nope," he denies, amused smile forming on your lips.

"Oh, okay. You know, I'm just asking because I was," you state, shrugging nonchalantly as you take a step towards him.

"What?" He breathes out, eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"When you asked Ha-na out. I was jealous. That's why I didn't answer your texts and I acted like a complete dummy," you explain, biting on your lower lip as you stop a few inches away from him, your gazes locked.

"You- you mean it?" He assures and you nod, smiling a bit guiltily.

"Why didn't you tell me then?" He asks and you chuckle.

"I did. At the coffee shop. I wanted to deal with it all face to face. And Chan's encouragement helped a lot," you say and he frowns softly.

"I still can't believe you told him before you told me," he shakes his head and you smack his chest.

"You sound like Changbin now," you state, making him chuckle.

"Okay. You're right. And it's true. I was jealous. I'm sorry I got so drunk at that party. I had to ruin your night pretty bad," he jokes but all you manage is halfhearted chuckle, his words returning to you again.

Should you tell Jisung about it? Should you tell him that you knew about his feelings all those months and you didn't do a single thing about it? What if he gets mad? What if that will ruin everything you just gained?

"What is it?" He asks softly, apparently noticing your blank expression, his hands cupping your cheeks, successfully taking you out of your head and you swallow harshly.

"There's something you should know, Sungie," you murmur, noticing how his soft smile dropped immediately, worry now swimming in his eyes. But you have to say it. You'd hate yourself if you didn't.

"That night at Jeongin's party, you told me something when you were drunk. I- I should've addressed it sooner, but I was afraid it was just the alcohol and that you'd end up rejecting me and I didn't want to make things awkward between the two of us. I'm sorry," you say, dropping your gaze.

"What did I say, Y/N? I don't remember a single thing. Please, tell me it wasn't anything cringy," he states, his tone light and almost teasing, which has the opposite effect than he probably intended, your frustration getting a bit too much.

"You told me you loved me, Sung. All those months ago. And I- I wasn't able to do anything about it because I'm a coward," you state, your eyes filling with tears as you meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be untruthful with you," you whisper, biting on your lower lip to contain the tears.

"Oh, baby. No, no. It's okay. Really. I completely understand. We were both in the same place, remember? I get it. I probably wouldn't tell you either, you know me. It's okay. I promise. Please don't cry," he speaks softly to you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, brushing away the tears that escape your eyelids, his words soothing your worries effectively.

"I'm still sorry," you murmur.

"Don't be," he dismisses it as he pulls you into his arms, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck as his hands stroke your back to comfort you.

"I haven't been honest with you either, baby," he states suddenly and you hum softly, prompting him to continue.

"You know how you asked about my lack of sleep? I told you I can't tell you why I'm not sleeping well. It- it was actually because of this thing between us and the thing with Ha-na. I was worried I'm making a mistake and I didn't want to lose you and it was kinda getting a bit too much. It just took a toll on me," he admits and you pull away, looking at him with sympathy, cupping his cheeks this time.

"Sungie, you should've told me. I would've confessed right away," you state and he chuckles.

"Yeah, sure," he muses and you smirk.

"Hey, that's not fair! I would do it for you," you state, making him scoff.

"Yeah, but I would have to tell you about my feelings first and that would make me feel too exposed, when I would be actually aware of it, not like the last time," he admits and you sigh, resting your face against his shoulder.

"We are a bunch of dummies," you state and he laughs.

"True," he nods, making you smile.

"I love you though," you murmur, looking into his eyes now, grinning and he reciprocates it.

"I love you too. Ah, it feels so good to finally say it. I can't wait to get some good sleep now," he murmurs, leaning his head back, contend smile settling on his lips, making you laugh as you smack his chest again, making him yelp playfully, his hands settling on your waist to pull you closer.

"When we are talking about that, you should really go to sleep. It's eight pm already and you deserve some good rest," you state, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"Only if you come with me," he murmurs and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at how cheesy it sounds even though your heart flutters at the proposition.

"If you insist," you state, making him scoff.

"I'm taking the right side of the bed though," he says and you gasp.

"No way! You know that's my favorite," you deny, watching as Jisung smirks deviously.

"The winner picks," he states as he gently shoves you out of the way, before he races out of the kitchen and you quickly follow in his steps, cursing and desperately trying to grasp his t-shirt to pull him back, his giggles filling the hallway as you pass by Minho, almost knocking him down.

"Ya! Stop it! Freaking kids."

His grumbling makes laugh erupt in your chest as you struggle to catch up with Jisung, the feeling of freedom and carelessness from before returning into your veins, now stronger than ever once you two settled everything between you, no worries weighing your shoulders anymore.

It's only you and Jisung, grinning like sillies while fighting over who's gonna get your side of the bed.

And you are sure you've never been happier.

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A/N: Hey guys! First of all, thank you so much for all the love you showed me and my Chan fic, it made me so happy :) Today I come to you with something for Jisung because I love that boy like crazy hihi. I just want to say that I already posted this fic once on my old blog but then I deleted it. This is rewritten and a lot longer version of the old fic, so I was just thinking I'll let you know. Again, please excuse any typos and grammatical errors, English is not my first language. I hope you enjoyed this, let me know! Any kind of feedback is appreciated as always. Luv uuuuu

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fatuifucker · 2 years

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dottore inner thigh biting. nom nom. ik those shark teeth are good for somehting

I had a wip for this but I ended up hating it lol but here's the gist of it:

Reader is Dottore's sickly childhood friend, cursed with an illness even the wise doctor is unable to understand. Reader is bedridden, sometimes there are days where they cannot even move their muscle or feel their body. As such, Primetorre assigned a segment with the sole purpose of helping Reader and to ease their loneliness.

Sometimes Reader does wish Primetorre would see them more often, or maybe if they were healthy enough they could travel with him. Though they know that it is nothing but a hopeless wish.

When the segment sees Reader longingly look towards the window he...bites them. Yes, bites them. When Reader was healthier, they would playfully bite Dottore when he was a child. Little Dottore would always scream and complain that it's unhygienic. Now, it is what the segment knows best could draw your attention away from your depressing life.

I feel like even though Reader in this au is mostly lethargic and tired, on days where they have more energy, they would tease Dottore to bite them on more promiscuous places. Dottore of course, takes this as a challenge. Which is why you sometimes have shark-like marks on your thighs.

#THIS ENDED UP ANGSTY THAN SMUTTY LMAOOOO #i like this au a lot though #the thought of dottore's obsession with making humans surpass or be equal to gods #being partially fueled by his sick lover is so djdjdkd #like he definitely hates the gods for cursing the love of his life with this illness #and hates that hes helpless against it but will do anything to find a way to heal reader #even if it means making them into a god #ivyanswers #dottore #genshin dottore #genshin dottore x reader #dottore x reader

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geraskierfanficprompts · 28 days

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Prompt 22

Geralt rides into a town only to see a small family fumbling around in the street in a panic. Apparently they're a family business of fishermen who are worried that something much bigger than a fish has swam into a trap of theirs. Geralt gets a promise of money for getting rid of it and goes off to kill whatever water monster it is. But he gets to where they describe the beast and he finds... A mermaid? It's trapped and tied around in a net, facing away from Geralt, and clearly in pain, though he doesn't know why, yet. The webbed ear of the mer flicks and it turns to face him, hissing. Geralt holds his hands out in a placating gesture and sloowly walks closer, only for the mer to slam the full weight of it's tail into Geralt's legs and sweep him off his feet. Gods damn it. It can never be easy. Geralt draws his sword, and begins cutting the trap off the mer, even as it hisses, flails, and tries it's absolute damnedest to claw his face off. He ends up straddling it like it's a fucking gator, and when he frees it of it's restraints, it's only then that he can finally make out the giant wound on the mer's side. Too big and nasty a wound to just release it into the water. Oh great. It's gonna LOVE this. But it's not like he has to DO anything about it. He's a cold, emotionless witcher. He doesn't care of the mer lives or dies. If the wound is infected or kills the mer, he couldn't give less of a damn. So Geralt is currently walking up to his room at the inn, with a very angry hissing mer thrown over his shoulder, clawing the shit out of his armor. When he asks for the bath to be filled, blessedly nobody asks any further questions. The mer stops struggling as soon as it's in the bath, but it sure is still hissing at him. Geralt puts his sword away and takes off his armor and the hissing lessens. Now it's just whenever he gets too close. Big problem. He needs to get close in order to patch up it's wounds. The mer has the biggest, brightest, inhumanly blue eyes, with slitted pupils. It has sharp teeth, and twinkling iridescent blue scales dusting across the edge of it's face and it's cheeks. It stops hissing at him to listen to the bard perform downstairs. It stops attacking him, even as he pokes and prods at their wound. This is great! Except for when the bard stops and the mermaid goes back to thrashing and screaming- So Geralt is forced to hum songs under his breath to calm it. It's pupils expand and it stares at him in awe, with a slightly parted mouth. Geralt's just happy it stopped flopping around like a- w- Well... Like a fish. He fixes it all up, and shares his food, and softly hums to it the whole night, before it curls up a bit more and starts nodding off. He stops humming and steps to the inn's bed, only to be surprised when hearing a voice behind him murmur "Thank you." Oh shit-

#fanfiction prompts #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #geralt loves his bard!#writing prompts #requited unrequited love #strangers to lovers #strangers to friends to lovers #mermaid #merman #merfolk #Mermaid Jaskier #Mermaid Au #my best friend follows my account now but he's not liking any of my posts #is this toxic behavior?#should I sue him?#“I'm not in the witcher fandom” okay but you're in the ME fandom buddy boy #enemies to lovers #strangers to enemies to lovers #is jaskier just afraid to talk to him? Was he cursed? does he only know a bit of common? Is he just mimicking? idk up to you babe #expect WAY MORE mermaid prompts btw #maybe not the next prompt #maybe not the next five #but one day #some day #know that there will be at least 800 prompts that include my favorite gay fantasy ever #MERMAAAIIIDDDSSS

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powerful-niya · 1 year

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❀December 15th: Fairytale + Gifted & Cursed + Enemies to Lovers❀

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Summary: Once upon a time... A valiant beast slayer is assigned a duty that profoundly challenges him in ways he has never been challenged before. Mystery follows him around every corner, duplicity mocks him, and treachery waits in the shadows. His mission was clear, but love was never meant to be a part of it.

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Tags: Fairytail • Fairy Tail Style • Fairy Tail Curses • Fairytail Elements • Fantasy • Heros and Villains (Once Upon A Time) • Mythical Beings & Creatures • Monsters • Enchanted Forest • Elemental Magic • Dark Magic • Enemies To Lovers • Love/Hate • Romance • Tragic Romance • Adventure • Action • Storytelling • Story Book • True Love • Soulmates • Fluff • Prophecy • Mythological • Fantastical • Royalty • Battle Fic • Beast Slayer/Monster Hunter • Hunters & Hunting • Heavy Angst • Emotional Hurt/Comfort • Tragedy • Psychologial Drama • Dark Themes • Blood & Violence • Graphic Violence • Bigotry & Prejudice • Hate Speech • Hate Crimes • Implied Of Sexual Assault • Implied Sexual Peer Pressure • Minor Mature Mentions • Looong Oneshot/Fanfic • Four Part Story • Eventual Fanfic •

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