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koostarcandy · 2 years

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Could I request welcome home kisses with Jungkook, or whoever you feeling inspired to write about! 💜

so, give me all your kisses

pairing: jungkook x chef!reader

summary: after one long, tiring month, all jungkook craves is his lover's kisses.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.4k

a/n: thanks for the request! hope it was upto your expectations ^^ if you ever find yourself requesting smth you like, please make sure to follow the guidelines!

it's been an excruciating wait.

jungkook swears the video calls and photos you send from the land of love itself doesn't do justice to your beauty. you never fail to send updates about your work, sending him random snaps of kittens and puppies in paris. he sleeps with your pillow close to his chest, counting and striking off the days on his calendar till you're in his arms.

it's been 3 weeks, 5 days and 8 hours since you've left his side, if he can recall correctly. you laugh teasingly at his math, questioning if it's right. he'll take anything you give him, even if it's blurry pictures of the eiffel tower or pixelated video calls with your pretty face.

"just 2 more days then you're here, right baby?"

"yes, koo. for the millionth time, yes. i promise i'm not changing my schedule, okay?"

jungkook pouts, slightly miffed that he can't see your face before he sleeps. "are you sure you can't switch to video call for a few seconds?" he can hear you sigh sadly, "when i get back, you can look at me all you want, my love."

he mimics your sigh and wishes you a good day at work, suddenly declaring he'll love you for the rest of his life if you bring back souvenirs. you chuckle, saying that you weren't planning on coming back if there weren't plenty of gifts to give him. he hangs up after whispered confessions of love between the both of you, sending the sweetest of "mwah's!" your way.

putting his phone on the bedside table, he rolls over to your side, burying his face deep in your pillow. it's lost your distinct scent of jasmine and cinnamon sugar but he tries reviving it with the weekly laundry washes which you claim to love the smell of. he thinks you know him all too well, promising that the pillow mist you bought him will work just fine in your absence.

groaning at his lack of will to sleep, he grabs the small silver bottle of pillow mist ("its smell reminds me of the time we went to that botanical garden, koo. it's a happy memory, so isn't it best to fall asleep happy?") and sprays the required amount on your pillow, head falling back and eyes immediately closing, the scent pleasing to his sensitive nose.

he smiles instinctively of your time in the garden, the pictures he took you posing with the millions of flowers there playing like a movie in his head. it was the last date you both had before you left for your work trip. jungkook was, after all, the one who urged you take up the workshop at this famed restaurant, claiming it would help you in your future as the greatest chef he'll ever know.

he falls asleep to the thought of you and your nimble hands making him the best food he's ever had, the same hands handing him flowers at your date and the hands which hold him close and safe at night.

"i'm coming, i'm coming! it's 5.45 in the morning, for goodness' sake!"

jungkook groans at the sound of the incessant ring of the doorbell, regretting his decision of ever installing one. all his hyungs know the pass lock to his door and he knows it isn't you because you're the one who made it. if it was the staff, they would've called him. he fixes his hair and rubs his eyes off the sleepiness, internally calming himself before he opens the door.

"excuse me but you can't ring the doorbell like this at-"

"good morning, koo!"

all of a sudden, sleep's tight hold on him has vanished. your crescent eyes and face half covered by the plushie you showed him as your sleeping companion (who he was very jealous but that's not the point) is infront of him, very much real, not blurry and not pixelated.

he flings the plushie off, hands cupping your face. if there's tears in your eyes, you both don't say a thing, instead beaming at each other with sparkly eyes.

"hello, my love," jungkook whispers shakily, trembling lips falling on yours. his hands fall to your waist, gripping you tightly. you're still in your work clothes, smelling of cheese and bread. your hands, which he dreamt of so vividly, are on his arms, quivering fingers gripping the long shirt he wore to bed.

he can hear the clear sound of glass bottles clinking against each other, probably the wine you spoke of so fondly. he doesn't care about the potential mess it may create and in all honesty, who would? he's got his favourite person in his arms, his favourite smell back in his nostrils and his favourite smile on his lips.

"you promised you wouldn't change your schedule," jungkook mumbles into the kiss, hands reaching behind you to shut the door and lean you against it. "but this is a good change, yes baby?" good would be an understatement. his feet stamp on something soft which startles jungkook just abit. he looks down at the culprit, picking it up, "ah, you," glancing back and forth at the plushie and your smiley face, flinging it off again to god knows where.

"hey! that was unbelievably expensive, you know."

"why get that when you can have the real thing, baby?"

you giggle and laugh happily, when he picks you up and spins you around, practically zooming to your shared bedroom. he places you gently on your side, hands below your head so it's laid on the pillow. your smile beams up at him, arms reaching up for him. he promptly falls on you, his limbs getting tangled with yours like it's muscle memory.

you stroke his hair just like how he likes it, the steady but slow rays from outside making it seem like there's an angel on you. "was the flight too early? you must've been so tired," jungkook says, face propped on your chest and hands untucking your shirt. you shrug and boop his nose, smiling when he scrunches it up, "i left after the last class and grabbed all the wine available at the duty free and i slept through the whole time so, no koo, i'm not that tired," you giggle amusedly.

"good. now tell me all about it!"

jungkook holds the tall bottle of wine away from him, face contouring into one of thought.

"this must be from france, am i right or- ah, it's rome, hehe"

you shake your head in amusement and spread the garlic confit on the crisp toast, "let's have breakkie, koo, we've been up too long without food."

he all but rushes to the kitchen/dining area, eyes sparkling at the sight of the food. "thank you for the food," he says in perfect fashion, teeth peeking out to have a bite. his eyebrows furrow in delight, much to your mirth. "eat up all you want, darling," you encourage, humming in delight at your simple breakfast.

jungkook brushes his fingers off of crumbs, doe eyes on you as your tales of the city of love is said from your point of view. he always wondered what he missed when you were gone, always having your pictures and videos a few clicks away. as you ramble on about some sauce and how you finally mastered on how to get it creamy, he finally gets it.

it was you.

you and your never ending chatter of your first love, food and the way your eyes light up when the topic falls on it. your expressive gestures and your gleeful laughter, which never fails to make his day. you in his clothes, a simple oversized white tshirt. you in your shared dining table, talking to him.

he doesn't waste any time to get closer to you, not caring one bit if you complain of him almost spilling your juice. he tilts your chin up so he can get his lips on yours, hand on your neck and tattooed hand curled around your waist. he vows to never let you go anywhere without him ever again, be it for work or for leisure.

you don't question him nor complain, instead wrapping your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer. he pulls away first, combing your hair out of your face and smiling at your blissed out expression.

"let's invite our friends for dinner tonight," you suggest, "i want to show them all what i learned there."

jungkook nods, never turning down an opportunity to be proud of you. "what do we start with first?"

"well, obviously, hors d'oeuvres-"

"what did you just call me?!"

you roll your eyes at his lame albeit childish joke, smile threatening to break from your lips. he giggles at his own joke, hugging you from the back when you walk away from him. he promises to listen and learn from you, only if you give him your infamous kisses as a reward.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

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takafritzz · 3 years

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♡#; warnings - none!!

♡#; a/n - this is too self indulgent but this scenario has been living in my head all day :3 hope you enjoy!! mwah mwah. [reqs always open].

♡#; genre - fluff!! in which jean has a cousin's wedding to go to, so he asks for your help to teach him slow dancing with a partner T-T

♡#; wordcount - 2,298

can i have this dance?

"i cannot believe my mom's making me do this," jean grumbled with a sigh, letting his forehead drop into the safe tent created by his folded arms on the lunch table that you, him, sasha and connie were sat at.

all three of you felt sorry for him; he was being dragged along to the wedding of some distant cousin he had never even met on the weekend when you were supposed to go out bowling for your birthday.

unbeknownst to your friends, though, you were especially upset at jean's necessary absence considering your harboured feelings towards him. not that you were going to let him feel bad about that, of course. he was already in a bad mood.

"when is it again?" asked connie. this was a question you knew the answer all too well to. jean peeked up from the table, rolling his eyes in thought as he tried to remember the exact date.

"it'll be, uh, this weekend, actually," he clicked his tongue. his eyes flicked over to yours and a soft, apologetic smirk adorned his features, "i'm so sorry i can't make it to your birthday bowling day."

you offered a bright grin in return, waving your hand dismissively. "it'll be fine! it sucks that they didn't let us cancel the reservation, but one of us'll play in your name, so don't worry. we'll do you proud." you joked, trying to cheer him up.

"i'll do it! i'm great at bowling," sasha excitedly took on the responsibility of playing for jean, "and besides, a wedding can't be that bad, right? there's free food, after all!" she stared longingly at your untouched butter croissant. noticing this, you slid your tray across the table to her seat. she snatched the pastry up without hesitation, but you were glad to see her so delighted.

"sure, sash, but there's also having to wear a suit, forced small talk with great aunts who claim they knew me since i was a baby, awkward photoshoots and worst of all: dancing," jean listed each event on his fingers.

"what, now you can't dance?" connie raised an eyebrow up, "you were fine at that party last week."

"first off, i was drunk. second of all, i mean slow dancing, you idiot. i can't do it right for the life of me, and it's always with some girl i either don't know or hate. i swear my family has something against me!"

"aw, too bad that you can't take a plus one," you sympathised with him.

"yeah, i know," he shrugged, "well, i'll see you guys in class. i've gotta go deal with my existential crisis while pissing in the little boys room." he pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows as he slung his bag over his shoulder and sauntered away. you and sasha both waved silently at him.

"lemme join! love me a good whizz," connie rushed after jean, saluting the both of you as he trailed behind him.

"bye, guys," sasha giggled.

"see ya," you called after them.

"poor jean," sasha commented. you nodded in agreement.

"i know. he really doesn't wanna go to this thing, huh?"

"yeah. i would have a meltdown and refuse to move if my parents were forcing me to go somewhere i badly didn't wanna go."

"always coming through with the genius solutions, sash."

"i know. thanks. oh, yeah, it'll be your birthday, too! aren't you sad that he won't make it?"

"nah, it's cool. i get it," you shrugged nonchalantly, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible, "it's not like he's doing it on purpose or something."

"would you be sad if he was?"

"doing it on purpose? of course, he's one of my best friends!"

"uh huh," sasha's eyelids drooped halfway, a playful smile teasing you, "totally best friends."

"what do you mean? you're not tryna convince yourself i have a crush on him again, are you? come on, sasha, i've told you a million times: i don't like him like that, so would you stop before you embarrass me in front of someone?" you plead with her. nerves fluttered around your stomach following your blatant lie.

"someone like... jean?" she winked, batting her eyelashes at you. you got up from the lunch table.

"nope. not dealing with this," you turned on your heel and broke into a swift walk, hoping to get away fast enough so you could lose sasha before she caught up to you and interrogated you on the matter any further.

"hey, wait up! i need to go to the toilet! why are you walking so freaking fast?! jeez, chill out!" with each desperate cry, her voice became more distant to you. thank god.

you knew full well that if there would be anyone who could squeeze a secret out of you, it would be sasha. she just had a way with these things. so you had to make sure it was near impossible for her to find you, or you would cave.

after a solid ten minutes of wandering around your school building, you gave a wary glance to your left and then your right. you let out a relieved sigh: sasha was nowhere to be seen.

you slid against the wall you were leaning on until you eventually landed on a step of the staircase. you rested your head against the wall, fishing for your phone from your pocket. once you managed to get it out, you found that there were 15 notifications, all from jean. your eyes widened in surprise. they were all new messages.

help, this idiot won't leave me alone under a blurred picture of him being chased by connie, who wore a wolfish grin.

where you guys at?? followed by a picture of your empty lunch table.

bouta kill myself came after a video of connie banging against a toilet stall that jean was hiding in, as he sang to him.

bored. was the last text message, and preceded a picture of jean biting his lip.

you scoffed in amusement while typing out an answer to indicate your whereabouts. you may as well keep him company so long as connie wasn't disturbing him. after a short wait, footsteps became gradually louder behind you. you twisted around to be met with jean's looming figure. he silently took a place on the step above you.

"hey," you greeted him. he smiled softly.

"hey. what are you doing here? you okay?" his eyebrows were knitted together in a concerned expression. you nodded.

"yeah. fine. just had to get away from sasha."

"no way! you saw my texts, right? i had to get away from connie! look at us!" his contagious boyish laughter rang throughout the stairwell. it was your favourite sound. you couldn't stop yourself from laughing along with him.

"i know! look at us."

"ah, you're the only one who gets me, y/n."

"hm... wish i could say the same for you."

"uh, you absolutely can, cause i get you so well it's scary."

"do you?"

"that's right, which is how i know you desperately wish you could be my plus one at the wedding," he virtually read your mind. you rolled your eyes.

"pfft, in your dreams, jeanbo," you teasingly called him by the nickname you had heard his mother use on him. he took your face in one of his large hands, squishing your cheeks to prevent you from saying anything else.

"shh, shh, shh. don't they say if you dream hard enough, it'll eventually come true?"

you were glad his hand was enveloping your cheeks so he couldn't see the rosy blush creeping onto them. you swatted him away, slapping gently at his face with both of your hands.

"awh, you're so cute when you try to fight back. come on, get up," he trapped both of your wrists in his free hand and used this grip to lift you up with him, releasing his hold on you once the two of you were up.

"where are we going?" you dusted your pants off, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"nowhere. just here," he skipped a few steps to jump down to the floor, looking at you expectantly for you to join him. reluctantly, you followed, wondering where he was going with this.

"just what are you planning, huh?"

"so many questions! god, you nag a lot. the guy who marries you is gonna be in for a ride."

"shut up. why are we just standing here?"

"you know how i said i hate dancing? but that i'm gonna have to do it anyway? and that i might kill myself from embarrassment?"

"uh huh, something like that."

"yeah, well, the wedding's this weekend, as you already know, and i gotta be ready. and you've been to weddings before, right?"

"a couple."

"well, your mom's always bragging about how graceful and elegant a dancer you are. you seem to know your stuff, y/n."

"i just copy people around me. look, there's nothing much to it, jean, it's really not that -"

"then help me out! if it's so easy, why don't you help me learn how?"

"what?" you were in slight shock at his sudden request, and only a few days before the wedding, too. the tips of his ears went a subtle red, and you caught his eyes nervously glancing towards the floor.

"help me out...?" he repeated himself. you broke out in a series of hushed snickers, covering your mouth with your palm.

"sure!"

"why're you laughing? am i that much of a joke to you?" he seemed to take this to heart.

"not at all! it's just... awh, you're so cute when you ask for stuff, jeanbo!" you broke out in a fit of giggles again. a pout formed on his lips and he crossed his arms in defiance towards the repeated nickname.

"well, now i don't want your help anymore," he turned his back to you. you tried to subdue your laughter, walking up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder.

"no, come on, i'm sorry," you gave a good-natured smile, "of course i'll help you."

without a word, he faced you again. the pout was gone now, replaced by a cocky smirk.

"you could never say no to me," before you could protest, he took your hand and placed it on his shoulder, clasping the second in his. he swallowed before cautiously placing his own free hand on your waist, as though asking for your permission. you quietly nodded, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. at least you weren't alone, you realised, as you took notice of a slight pink tint falling across jean's sharp features.

you cleared your throat, "on one condition. i'll help you, on one condition." jean groaned, rolling his head back.

"go on."

"i get to call you by that stupid nickname you hate so much."

"what, jeanbo?"

"mhmm."

he sighed before complying, "be my freaking guest, i guess."

"alright!" you drummed excitedly on his shoulder.

the two of you fell silent, each waiting for the other to do something. you took the first step forward, prompting him to shift backwards. you cocked your head to the left as a subtle signal, which he promptly picked up on. before you knew it, the two of you were gliding across the small area of the stairwell, being careful not to step on each other and keeping a measured but regular pace. he surprised you by suddenly twirling you around, earning a short yelp from you. he chuckled in response to your shock, and you heard this victorious sound vibrate from his chest as you fell against his torso.

it felt good. this felt right; you being here with jean, being held so close to him in his arms. your eyes were closed as you tried to hold onto this moment for as long as you could. it probably wouldn't be happening anytime soon again.

"y/n?" jean's voice felt close to you, and it snapped you out of your little daydream. your eyes were met with his honey brown ones. his face was way too close. "oh thank god. i thought you fell asleep for a second there."

"sorry, just spaced out for a minute. uh, sorry," you averted your gaze from him. he didn't move.

"it's cool. we seem pretty good at this, huh?"

"yeah, i guess. for a first timer, you're not too shabby, jeanbo. do you wanna continue, or?"

before you could say anything else, jean closed the gap between the two of you. his lips gingerly crashed against yours as your eyes widened tenfold. what was he doing? his eyes were tightly shut, his eyebrows drawn together in a look of focus. despite your confusion, and fear, and doubts, you didn't pull away. eventually, he moved away from you.

"jean?" was all you managed to ask, but you felt it was enough of a question in itself.

"i'm sorry. i just, uh, i like it when you call me jeanbo. and i like you, in general."

"i - really?" you gulped, "in what way?" your stupid question was followed by a nervous scoff.

"in the 'will you let me take you out so i can dance whenever i want, wherever i want, so long as it's with you' typa way. like, 'i could dance with you forever and i wouldn't get tired' typa way." by now, the two of you were untangled, and jean was holding both your hands in his.

"i - i like you in that way, too," you were in an immeasurable amount of disbelief, "in the 'i would never get sick of teaching you how to dance' typa way."

"then, y/n, i have one question for you. can i have this dance?"

thanks for reading!! likes + reblogs appreciated. have a nice day! <3

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blehbleehhhh · 5 years

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I Need You pt. 1💕 (EreMika)

A lovely reader requested a fic a LONG time ago (I'm so sorry!!) where Mikasa gets jealous. My hubby helped me write this one. I'm sorry you had to wait so long lol but here it is! I really hope you like it ❤️ Keep up the requests my loves! Recovering from surgery is boring and I could always use more ideas! There's obviously smut in this. Sorry it's so long, I can't post it all at once, so it’s split in half, part two will be uploaded immediately after this one, and I’ll put the link to it in this as well. Mwah. < part two!

It's been going on for longer than anyone can remember - Eren wakes up early so he can begin the day training with Annie to improve upon hand to hand combat skills in addition to squeezing that in during the day amongst their already chaotic schedules, which unfortunately seems to have created a mutual respect much to Mikasa's dismay, who is sitting on the grass silently protesting not far from where they're training. The girl feels unbelievably guilty for not entirely supporting her friend because she’s all too aware that this is a wonderful opportunity for him, and he has improved considerably in just the short few weeks they've been practicing together. What's worse is how much time Eren is spending with Annie, unknowingly making her genuinely concerned that he harbors romantic feelings for her, which is a thought that Mikasa simply cannot tolerate. The only thing she despises more than the thought of them always being together, would be witnessing their training sessions because she doesn't understand why he didn't approach herself for help. "You are aware that you cannot actually stare holes in the back of her head, right?" Armin chuckled as he turned the page of his book that he literally finished over half of in a short period of twenty four hours, something she always found to be impressive. She happily tore her eyes away from the repulsive sight of Eren getting pinned down beneath the blonde, leaning back against the tree with a long, drawn out sigh and watched with an unreadable face as Armin closed his book over a dried out leaf. He looked up at her with a tiny smile as he connected his hands under his head and lay the book on his stomach, feet already propped up on the tree's trunk. "Seriously, Mika, if looks could kill." The girl only gave a truly somber sigh and switched her gaze to the grass beneath her hands as she brought both of her knees up to her chest, slowly running her fingers through the soft vegetation.

“Don’t you miss him, Armin?”

"Yeah, but it is what it is. You do seem to be angry, though."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, because you've been giving them the death stare since you sat down twenty minutes ago." His face fell when she slowly shook her head, something she usually does when she's about to cry. "Wait, are you jealous?

"I..." Mikasa sighed as she lifted her head and turned her attention back to Eren, only to see him fling Annie onto her back then climb on top to pin her down, and a cloud of dust surrounding them in retaliation, making her mind cloud with thoughts of being underneath him herself but for a very, very different reason. The sight was enough to set her over the edge with jealousy and make her hands curl into fists. "I have a headache. I think I'm going to head back to my room and lie down until dinner." Armin wore a frown when she looked back at him, undoubtedly because he hates to see her so heartbroken like this. He knows how long she's loved Eren.

“You gonna be okay?”

"Yeah," She offered a small, reassuring smile as she slowly rose to her feet, though she could tell that he wasn't buying it. "I'll see you later." These constant thoughts of Annie training with Eren are making her shake with anger, so she made sure not to look that direction when running for her bunker. Mikasa is fuming now that her mind is stuck on trying to understand why he didn't ask her to help, but most of all, how he constantly evades not giving enough credit to how strong she is. Perhaps the best way to convince him that I'm strong enough without him and his hero complex is to cut him out of my life? With a heavy heart, she entered her bedroom and carefully closed the door behind her, thankful that she could now lie down and place a pillow over her eyes, waiting impatiently for fatigue to take over so she can get some rest. That evening at dinner is when she started to ignore him, beating herself up every second it dragged on because she desperately wants to speak with him and breathe his air, but she just can't take it anymore. She won't take it anymore.

The next day was easily as annoying and difficult for the soldiers like always, but Mikasa had gradually began to feel hurt that he hadn't seemed to have noticed her absence but, little did she know, he's much more observant than she realized. Of course, Eren would notice her absence throughout the day because she's always, always by his side and he's grown so accustomed to her comforting presence, that he's feeling something never really felt for her, yearning - he yearns to hear her angelic, soft voice, to have any sort of contact even if she's scolding him for something reckless that he will most likely end up doing. The young man wasn't close to being sure what had occurred between them that could have made her behavior change so drastically over night, but this act of cat and mouse went on all day and only made it seem even longer. Mikasa won't even look his way let alone speak with him, hell, he's pretty sure that she has been avoiding him completely because anytime she spots his familiar face, she either takes off the other direction, or simply avoids his confused, questioning gaze. And because he would be a liar if he said that this wasn't starting to drive him crazy, he decided to ask her what he'd done at dinner that night. "Hey, are you okay?" Oh, how he's grown to miss those gorgeous gray orbs, desiring nothing more than for her to look him in the eyes again, but she simply breathed a barely audible sigh as she propped her head up on one of her fists with her trademark, unreadable expression, staring down at her tray and silently pushing her food around with a fork. It’s always in her eyes. I bet that's why she won't look at me. Though Eren found the response unsatisfactory, he threw the towel in because he knows how stubborn she can be and there truly isn't any reason why she shouldn't have a few days to decompress. However, on day three of being avoided and ignored, he‘d been stewing most of the morning on reasons why she won't acknowledge him and it made his mind up for him, that he was going to say fuck it and ask her what was going on. That evening he was in the common area with a few friends playing an unnecessarily competitive game of cards, when he suddenly became aware of her absence from the room. With a sigh he added two new cards from the draw pile into his hand. "Anyone seen Mikasa?" His eyes flickered up as he chewed a hangnail off his thumb, glancing around the table to see Jean shrug his shoulders while he drew cards for himself and slowly shook his head in irritation with how horrible that are.

“I actually haven’t seen her much today.”

"I'd go check her room, Eren," Armin yawned as he arranged the cards in his hand and displayed them out on the wooden table, lacing his fingers together behind his head as he balances the chair on its back legs. "Oooh, I'm sorry, Jean, but I'm afraid that I've just kicked your ass again." Jean rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a little more than annoyed that this is the second game he's lost tonight out of the two rounds played so far.

"How are we sure that you're not cheating?!"

"Because I don't need to cheat in order to beat you. You just suck at this game."

"I smoked you last night."

"Kiss my ass!"

"Yeah, well," Eren set his hand of cards on the table as he pushed his seat back. "You guys can fight over that. I'm gonna go find Mikasa." He stood up with a yawn and strolled lazily out of the room, leaving the two behind to bicker over how his friend is too intelligent for his own good at times. They could have cared less when he walked away, though he did hear Armin quickly wish him a good night from where he stands in a dark hallway with gray stone walls lit by sconces and a few tall candle stands. Eren counted each wooden door he passed until he was certain that he had reached the right one then gave it a firm knock with his knuckle, surprised when she didn't come to the door to let him in, only informing him in her soft voice that 'it was open'. He opened the door to find Mikasa standing at her window already dressed in her nighttime attire and watching the sun setting in the summer sky, it’s powerful rays reflecting a beautiful range of many different colors. "Uh," His deep voice cut through the stillness of the dimly lit room as he cleared his throat and carefully closed the door behind him. "Hey." But she remained silent, listening to the familiar sound of military issued boots on a hardwood floor as they came up behind her and to a stop. Squeezing her eyes shut she swallowed the tears, feeling both relieved and incredibly distressed that he came knocking on her door, though she shouldn't be too surprised after seeing the confused expression on his face three days prior, when she had accidentally made eye contact after a day of training with the others. Eren felt anxious as he cracked his knuckles, his stomach in knots because he's fretting over what he could have done to make her cut him out, watching in awe as the beauty hung her head with a heart wrenching sigh. "Mikasa?" Her silhouette raised a hand up to push silky, shoulder length hair back with her fingers and leaned over the windowsill to observe the world outside, sighing in a way that sounds as if she's fending off coming completely unglued.

"What do you want, Eren?"

#hows that for a cliffhanger #part one #attackontitanfantic #attack on titan fanfiction #eremika fanfiction #eremika #mikaere #mikaere fanfiction #actual angst #eren x mikasa fanfic #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #eren jäger #eren yaeger #mikasa ackerman #mika #eren aot #mikasa aot

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beefy-keefy · 5 years

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Keith and Shiro fall into each other because of a dog, a significant absence of knowledge, and nosy friends who are tired of a bad roommates romance and would like very much for Shiro and Keith to cut the crap and bone already.

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It starts off with Keith, because Keith is a catalyst and everything he does is absolutely fucking genius in Shiro's eyes. Even if the dog didn't exist, even if Keith hadn't been on his phone at the exact right time and stumbled on the photo before it could have disappeared down his timeline, Shiro likes to imagine that the story might have ended the same way-- that is, coming home to a dog and a boy he could kiss. Of course, though, that'd come later.

In the present, Keith is curled up scrolling on his Twitter on a well-worn armchair and jerks his head up suddenly to lock eyes with Shiro, reading on the couch behind him. His face is so shocked and his eyes so wide that for a moment Shiro's heart stops, expecting the worst, but then Keith's shaking hand tilts his phone so Shiro can see what's on the cracked screen: a puppy.

Before he can react, Keith is in his face and talking fast. "OhmygodShirodidyouseeit oh god oh god oh god..."

Shiro moves to place a hand on his shoulder, but Keith jumps up and begins to pace their barren floor with both hands slowly dragging down his face. "I can't fucking believe, oh my god--I need it. It's up for adoption and I know our floor doesn't allow dogs but look at its eyes have you ever seen a man more handsome--"

It figures that the only time Keith talks about an attractive man is when it's a dog. Keith--has a thing for them. The only things on his timeline are dogs and Shiro himself out of possible obligation. But he can't even curse himself for not being born a dog right now because the puppy is, admitidly, really fucking cute and two sets of puppy dog eyes are staring up at him right now.

There was no way he could have said no, because Keith was Keith and Shiro was himself and the universe conspired to torture him.

They meet up at the adoption center four days later. There's kennels and rows of dogs looking up at them from inside, and Shiro might have cried a little bit but Keith just sadly brushes the bars and murmurs, "I wish I could take you all home. I'll come back, I swear." His eyes light up again though when the lady unlocks one in the far back though, revealing a puppy with glossy fur and big ears. The dog sidesteps the lady when she tries to lift him, and instead bounds over to Keith as if they'd met before.

"Hey puppy," he murmurs when the dog tucks himself into his arms. Shiro--sort of melts. He realizes he was reaching for his phone to take a photo a few seconds later, but he ignores that impulse and goes to fill out the papers instead.

On the way back, puppy on his lap, Keith insists on stopping beside small fields of grass every few minutes so the puppy can "experience what he's been missing", and blowing his budget on hand embroidered collars and toys. In every sense, Shiro should have been annoyed, but as long as Keith kept smiling like that Shiro is fine with spending the day like this.

It's a few days later, when everyone is over at their place and hogging the couch when Lance moves to push Keith playfully on the shoulder and a blur of snarling black fur and teeth leaps at him from behind the couch. "Holy--FUCK!" he screams, scrambling back.

Keith looks on calmly, and Shiro shrugs. "We have a dog," he informs them. "Oh," Lance mocks, still backing up from the dog. "You--you have a dog. Of course. How could I have been mistaken."

"This is a new development," Allura remarks.

"He's so cute!" Hunk coos.

'Of fucking course," Lance is murmuring. "Of fucking course their dog doesn't have a name."

"He's really cute," Hunk repeats.

"Does Shiro have a name for him?" Allura asks, turning to him.

Shiro grimaces, glancing at Keith. "It's whatever Keith wants." He has him whipped.

"Kosmo," Lance says. "You two awful nerds are getting a dog named Kosmo." "He'll tell us when he's ready," Keith frowns, curling protectively around the puppy.

"I like Kosmo," Pidge says.

"His name isn't--"

"So back to the advice," Pidge cuts him off, and Keith settles back grumpily but listens attentively with one hand still stroking the puppy. "Dogs need lots of love," she says slowly. Keith nods hesitantly. "As a dog parent and your closest friend, I tell you with the utmost respect that you and Shiro need to fuck.”

Keith sputters, and Shiro rapidly feels all the blood in his body go to his face as Pidge leans in, and repeats with a whisper, "Fuck and the puppy will be better for it." Their other friends all nod quickly.

By the time they kick everyone out, both of their cheeks are flaming. “That was wild,” Shiro says. Keith shrugs, colour high on his cheeks and goes over to check on Kosmo. He doesn’t really talk the rest of the day, and whenever Shiro brings it up he just flushes.

It’s later, when Kosmo is asleep that Keith admits it quietly in the moonlight. “I guess Pidge had a point.” he mumbles.

“What?”

“I-I mean I want the best for Kosmo. And...” Keith’s eyes widen suddenly, glancing behind Shiro.

“Okayheslookingandimgoingtokissyourightnowpunchmeifitsnotokay,” he whispers lightning fast and then he has Shiro’s face in his hands and surges up to kiss him hard. Shiro doesn’t have time to protest or react, but he knows he wants it.

It’s all teeth and bruising pressure and over too quick.

Keith pulls away slowly, dazed. He slowly untangles his fingers from Shiro’s hair and bolts up from the couch and runs. Kosmo cocks his head at Shiro before following Keith.

(If he hadn't left, maybe he'd have seen the way Shiro slumps back against the couch after, the way he touches his lips. Maybe he'd have still been close enough to hear the blood rushing just under Shiro's skin.) (Shiro likes to think the ending would have been different.)

Keith avoids him for two days and half a night before he snaps.

Shiro sees him sneaking into the kitchen for dog food in the evening. Shiro had been slipping protein bars under Keith's door, but Kosmo only had the kibble Shiro knew Keith hid in his closet for him.

Shiro sneaks up behind him and slips an arm around his waist before he could second guess himself. "Tell me if this is okay," he murmurs, trying to play cool but hoping the heat in his face isn't visible to Keith.

Keith halts in his movements, craning his head behind his shoulder to look at Shiro. His eyes are wide and he leans into the touch, explanations for his avoidance on his tongue but Shiro shushes him before he can. "Kosmo is watching," he says, cheeky as he dares.

Keith sighs and flushes. "I'm sorr--"

Shiro cuts him off, grinning now. "It's fine. We're parents. We make sacrifices."

"You're a dick," Keith says, but he's smiling a little.

"I'm your dick," Shiro says in an obnoxious overly cheesy voice, nosing into Keith's neck.

And so it begins.

When they're sitting on the couch their usual distance away from each other, one of the make the leap to sit on the other's lap when they notice Kosmo looking.

During breakfast, they spoon feed each other cereal and wash the milk stains out later with one hugging the other's backside against the sink and helping. They don't kiss.

Sometimes Shiro dares to kiss Keith's cheek, but it's always with an over exaggerated "mwah" sound.

And he forgets sometimes too. He'll be embracing Keith and forgetting that this is fake.

He'll be carding Keith's hair until they both remember Kosmo is asleep and they spring apart from each other to their separate sides of the couch, coughing and ignoring the silence that falls.

It's just for Kosmo, he tells himself.

Just for Kosmo.

Except that he's been in love for so long that when they finish their intimate gestures for the day and go to their respective bedrooms all Shiro can think about is how wrong this is.

It's been three weeks of touching Keith, of "come over here Kosmo is looking and I'm going to put my head on your lap ok" with their eyes and aching when they slump down on the couch after Kosmo goes to sleep.

And he can't take it anymore.

"Fuck it," he says, when he sees Keith all sleepy and sweet curled up with his paperback.

He says, "Keith," and then grabs his face and kisses him, hard and sweet and hesitant, like their first one, and it feel so good, so good to just pour it to Keith, all of it. They pull apart and Keith pulls him back in.

It's later when Keith murmurs, "Kosmo is asleep."

"I know."

"We don't have to pretend anymore."

"But this," Shiro says, pressing a kiss to the right corner of Keith's mouth, "is so real."

#kosmo deserves all the lovin #sheith #vld #voltron #fic #vld shiro #vld keith #kosmo #sheith fic #roommates #fluff #romance #friends to lovers #fake dating #mine

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kyunsies · 2 years

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You're home + exams are done? I'm v happy for you!! You can finally not eat mediocre uni food ƪ(‾.‾“)┐I only just finished my second round of midterms last week,, and then finals are in December. If I could I'd go home immediately after they're done but my last final is literally on the last day of the exam period 🥲 I'm not v happy abt it but it's bio so like,,, the more time for me to study the better LOL. Also I wish I could stop by more but school gets in the way and highkey kicks my ass,, esp chem. But I'll come by your ask box whenever I can!! And to compensate for my absence here's a bunch of changkyun stuff I've saved over the past few weeks ( ˘ ³˘)( ˘ ³˘) [ x x x x ] (some of it's oldish content but it's all v cute and the first link is my favourite !!) - 🌱

my love !!!! i'm late to this angel !!!!!! i love you so much :( yes m y exams thank the LORD SLDKFJSFD bub i was so scared about my last exam on tuesday ,,,,,,,,,,,,, i thought i totally bombed it but i ended up getting a 90% which was a whole 4 points above the mean of the class !!!!! i could nOT believe it at all and i was so happy to be finished with the semester ;________; YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT BUB no more crappy uni food and it'll be so great i can finally focus on eating nutritious food <3

how did midterms go last week hun? i hope u are staying afloat :( i know it's hard bub but you can get through it okay? when are the finals in december? is it sooner rather than later? i hope it comes soon and then you can go home and deserve the break you need !!!! your last final is bio SDLFKJ i honestly hated biology so much bc its so BROAD you can't really delve into anything unless you take higher level bio classes :') you'll do well love !!! just study your best <3

also love its okay that you are busy !!!!!!! i was having the hardest time juggling the mx comeback, finals, and being present on here hhhh literally #failed but !!!!! i just always wanna make sure you're doing okay bc you're my pal and i love you and care lots and lots about you :( just happy to hear from you !!!! ALSO SDFLKSDJF BUB !!!!!! STOPPP HE'S SO CUTE !!!!!!! the first 2 edits were SOOO COOL but AHHH THE LAST TWO ;__________; I LOVE HIMMM SO MUCH you really know how to make me happy !!!!!! anyways bub i'm sorry again for being late and i love you and hope u are doing well!!!!! mwah <3

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darlingjbum · 7 years

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Together

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Word Count: About 1.6k

Genre: sweet sweet fluff (drabbleish)

Summary: Your lovely morning routine with Jackson that he wants to make a little more permanent.

You slowly peel back the curtains in your bedroom letting the morning light flood in. Sunlight creeps in and illuminates your quiet apartment. Jackson turns his bare back towards the window and groans in protest, choosing to shrink away from the day as he wraps your white bed sheets tighter around his body. He instinctively reaches over to your side of the bed. He reaches for you but you stand opposite of the room chuckling and rolling your eyes at his lazy physique. You see him pout at your absence before grumbling in annoyance.

"Babe, can you just please come back to bed?" he calls out, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You walk over and sit on the edge of the bed close to him and run your hands through his hair. He opens his eyes drowsily and looks up at you, his arms circling around your waist instinctively though he stays laying down.

"No because you have to get up, my love. We have work."

"Nooooo," he whines and shakes his head, further matting his hair against the sheets, "I don't want to go. I'll call in sick for you and you call in sick for me. We'll make some coughing noises in the background. Maybe some cries for help. It'll work! It's very simple." He smiles at you sleepy and childlike, completely content with his solution.

"I don't think that's going to work baby," you chuckle, your fingers still coming through his hair.

You lean down slowly and plant a soft kiss on his forehead, "Wake up." Then to his cheeks, "Wake up, my love." Then to his chin, and nose, murmuring, "Wake up," in between kisses.

By the time you reach his lips his smile is irrepressible and you can't help but giggle at his cuteness. When your lips connect he pulls you down further into him so that you lay on top of him. He tightens his arms around you and wraps his legs around you slowly as the kiss deepens. You melt into him, and he smiles against you. You linger there with your lips only slightly touching, relishing in the comfort you find in his arms and the love he is always sure to show you. He hums in satisfaction.

Jackson was your favorite part of the day. As you were his. There was nothing better, you thought, than falling asleep next to each other and waking up to each other. It was distracting though, you'd have to admit. Most days like this he'd try his hardest to keep you next to him, ignoring your responsibilities and his own. And most days you'd want to give in to him, finding utmost comfort in being wrapped up in sheets next to him.

You tried to pry yourself from him but he swiftly pulls you back into his chest and wraps his arms around your shoulders so that you can’t move. He closes his eyes as he rests his chin on the top of your head, "Stay. Please, babe."

You listen to his heartbeat as he presses kisses atop your head while rubbing soothing circles into your back. And you want to give in. You want to stay there, in bed for the rest of the day, tucked away against his bare chest and his steady arms. But the real world called.

"I wish I could, Jackson," you sigh. Before you can say anything else he tightens his hold around you whining again at your refusal.

"Why do you do this to me? Just love me." he groans in frustration.

You swat him on the shoulder lightly and he pretends it actually hurt him, "I do love you, you idiot. Just get your lazy butt up. The boys are going to blame me for keeping you. So get up!" you laugh and finally pull yourself free from him.

"The boys will be happy that you've kept me, if it's under the right circumstances." He says suggestively, recalling last nights events.

You felt your face flush.

"Jackson Wang!" You shout, "Keep it up and 'last night’ will never happen again." You tease, eyes narrowing at him while you walk away knowing fully well that you couldn't resist him.

"No wait. Stop. Don’t leave. Ugh Y/N." He groans and sinks back into the mattress exasperated.

In the kitchen you prepare breakfast for the both of you. It was nice to be able to do this for him seeing as usually you'd both be too pressed for time to even eat in the morning.

As you finish plating the food he comes up behind you and winds his arms around your waist. You smile as he rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your cheek sweetly.

"That looks so good," he mumbles into your ear, "Thank you for making breakfast and good morning." He peppers your cheek with kisses, each kiss leaving your skin with a soft mwah sound.

"Good morning to you too," you hum and lean into his kisses, "And no problem, anything for you."

He turns you around to face him, keeping his hold around your waist.

"Will you be home in time for family dinner with the boys?" He asks.

"Yes, I will." You smile and reach your arms around his neck, "Could you go to the store and pick up the groceries that I need to make the burgers that Yuggie likes?"

He rolls his eyes and you laugh at his pettiness, "Why does he get special meals from you?"

"It's a potluck, Jackson. And he asked! Also, I cook meals for you almost every night so why are you complaining?" You scold playfully.

"Fine, I guess." He says, rolling his eyes once again but smiling.

This was home. This was comfortable. And you loved every minute of it.

"Y/N." He says your name softly and looks at you seriously.

"Yes, Jackson." You say while cocking your head to the side, curious at his sudden change of mood. You rub the back of his neck with your fingers.

He takes in a big breathe as if to steady his nerves.

"Well, I was thinking. Actually, I've been thinking about it for a while now. We spend almost all of our time together when we're not working. I mean, I'm either always here or you're at my place. And honestly the boys don't mind that you're over because they love you. Sometimes a little too much, I think. Like I swear Yugyeom has a crush on you and it's kind of--"

"Jackson!" You laugh, snapping him out of his rambling, "What are you trying to say?"

"Sorry," he laughs too, catching himself. He takes another breath before he continues.

"Y/N, I love spending time with you. I love being with you. Our mornings like this are my favorite. And coming home to you is quite possibly the best feeling I've ever known. And we've been dating for almost two years -- plus my one drawer in your dresser is way too full by now." he rushes out before slowing his pace and looking into your eyes. "So do you maybe, just possibly, by some small chance, want to move in together?" he asks shyly, nervously smiling and partially hiding his face.

You smile at him brightly, feeling an overwhelming happiness in your heart. You quite literally cannot help the smile that makes its' way to your lips. You have to try to compose yourself so that you could answer.

"Jackson, you know I would love to." you breathe out blissfully.

A huge smile breaks over his lips and he pulls you tight against his body while spinning around. You couldn’t help but giggle at his happiness, no longer able to contain your own.

When he stops spinning he holds you at arm's length.

"Are you serious Y/N, like really really?!"

"Yes Jackson, yes!"

"It's just--I can't," he says excitedly. He cups your face in his hands and lays his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing before slowly saying, "Y/N, I'm so happy. You make me so so happy."

You can hear the sincerity in his tone and you feel your heart skip a couple of beats. You don't have any other words for him, all you knew was, "I love you, Jackson." And he smiles, forehead still pressed to yours.

He pulls away and softly assures you, "Y/N, I can promise you, I love you so much more."

You laugh at his reply and swat him on the chest.

"This isn't a competition!"

"I know but I still win, right?" He flashes a blinding smile at you, "I totally just made you fall in love with me all over again just now, didn’t I?"

You laugh and go to swat his chest again but he catches your hand and pulls you into an embrace. You rest your head in the junction of his shoulder and neck and he laughs while tightening his arms around you.

The rest of the morning is filled with stolen kisses, excruciatingly cheesy loving gazes, and hands held over breakfast as you prepare for your day. You talk about how you want your new place to look and who gets which side of the bed. You relish in the comfort in knowing that you would come home to him when the day was done and that you'd have many more days like this. Together.

A/N: This was supposed to be a ‘waking up Jackson” drabble but I got carried away. Again lol. Thank you so much for reading I really hope you enjoyed it! I think I’m gonna try to switch it up because all this fluff I’m writing is raising my blood sugar lol. You can find my other oneshots // scenarios here, if you wanna read them, I’ve just started but there’s a lot to come. Anyways, thanks so much again!

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