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The Fight (A)

Requested by @wangdeasang omg you requested this so long ago sorryyy ❤️❤️

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He didn’t mean to say it. It was in the heat of the moment. He let his anger get the better of him, saying things he didn’t mean. You had never seen Mark so angry, but right now you could care less. No matter how angry you were, you’d never say something so hurtful. Especially if it wasn’t true.You locked yourself in the bathroom crying your eyes out. Mark’s banging on the door spilling out apologies and saying how he didn’t mean to call you that. He knew how much you hated the word, yet he still said it.

“Y/N, please!” He yells through the door. “I’m sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?! I’ll do anything! Please!”

He went on and on. You just wanted some time to yourself. To think.

“Just leave!” You yell back before continuing to sob into your hands.

Mark wanted to tell you he wasn’t going anywhere, that he was going to stay until he knew you two were okay. But when he heard you crying and sobbing through the door, it broke him. So he left, hoping some alone time was all you needed.

You stopped crying long enough to hear his footsteps get quieter and quieter before hearing the front door open and close. You wash your face and finally exit the bathroom. You walk to your bedroom and throw yourself on the bed. Your nose is stuffed and your head hurts from crying for so long. You just wanted to sleep, but your mind was going too crazy. What if this was the breaking point for you two? You couldn’t even begin to imagine not being together. The thought of waking the next few days without him after this fight was too much. You broke into tears again eventually crying yourself to sleep.

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While Mark was out he bought everything you loved. Your favorite candy, food, movies, flowers, and even considered buying you a puppy. If it wasn’t for how late it was and the pet store being close he definitely would have. He came back around 3AM quietly putting everything where they belong. He cracked the bedroom door open and saw you curled up with your face in his pillow. This made him smile, he thought maybe you’d forgive him. He gently closed the door and slept on the couch.

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The next morning you wake up and your eyes feel even more puffier than usual. You walk to the bathroom and wash up and feel so refreshed as you walk to the kitchen. You almost forgot about the fight with Mark until you walk past him sleeping on the couch with a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers on the coffee table in front of him. Next to the flowers you see your favorite candy.You want to cry again.

You walk over to him and squat in front of the couch. You run your hand through his hair and softly kiss his forehead. You watch him sleep as your eyes began to water. Now you feel bad, as if maybe you did overreact. As you sniffle, you see Mark start to stir from his sleep and watch as he slowly blinks his eyes open. Once he realizes you’re sitting in front of him crying he jumps up with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks voice full of concern, “Are you still upset? Do you want me to leave?” His voice gets quieter.

You look up at him snd smile, “No. Please don’t leave.” You wrap your arms around him.

“Ever.”

A wave of relief washes over Mark as he watches you smile against him and knows that you’re still his and he’s still yours. However, he’s still afraid you don’t know how much he regretted what he said as soon as he said it.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I swear I will never call you that again. I love you so much. I never want to fight again.” Now he’s got a few tears spilling.

You chuckle lightly, “I love you too.”

He kisses your lips once, twice, then so many times that you lose count. Mark pulls you up onto the couch and lays you on your back as he begins kissing down your neck.

“I want to show how sorry I am in so many other ways,” he whispers against your skin.

Got7 Masterlist

Key:

💦 Smut

🌪Angst

☁️Fluff

💫Drabble

Mark Tuan

The Anniversary💦

Voicemail Pt. 1💦, Pt. 2💦, Mark’s POV💦

The Fight🌪

Im Jaebeom

Playboy Prince Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4💦

My Prince || Park JINYOUNG

                             “There’s nobody like him anywhere at all.”

                                                                            -Snow White

can someone please recommend me a super angst fic? the ones where it makes your heart hurt and all, i’m just in those moods where i wanna read angst. thank you in advance!

Accepting Change | Park Jinyoung

requested!

This was the third fight you’ve had with your twelve year old daughter this week. You had only asked her to help you with the dishes, yet she blew up on you like you had asked her to help you murder somebody. “I mean, for fucks sake! Why is she being so mean lately? She’s never been like this before.” You sighed in frustration.

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe she’s just going through something at school.” Your boyfriend suggested, shrugging at you softly while he folded the laundry beside you. “I think you should just ask her— talk to her, you know? I think it’ll help.”

Taking up Jinyoung’s advice, you called your daughter into your son’s bedroom to talk. You sat in the rocking chair in the corner while you breastfed your son, rolling your eyes jokingly when your daughter covered her eyes with a groan. “Mom! Come onnnn.”

“Oh hush and get in here,” You laughed. “We need to talk.”

She obeyed, shutting the door behind her and sitting on the floor in silence. She grabbed one of her brother’s toys to play with nervously, listening to you as you began. “Are you okay, honey? Because lately you’ve been acting really weird and Jinyoung and I are worried about you.”

You frowned at the eyeroll she did when you mentioned your boyfriend, gulping down your obvious hurt. “I’m fine,” She sighed. “Can we just talk about this later? This is.. weird.”

“What’s weird?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Your boobs are out, mom.” She deadpanned, making you laugh. You rolled your eyes at her, tapping her slightly with your foot, earning a small smile from her.

“This is natural. You should be happy your brother is healthy and getting all of his nutrients,” You joked. Your daughter giggled a little before shrugging and dropping her smile. You sighed. “Alright, kiddo. Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

She sighed and threw her head back, allowing it to softly hit the crib behind her. “It’s hard to explain. You wouldn’t understand.” She mumbled, making you frown.

“Well I can try.” You tried softly. She shook her head and tossed the toy across the room, going to stand up. “Baby, come back here. Just talk to me!” You called after her as she rushed to the door.

“Just leave me alone.” She whimpered, swinging the door open and accidentally bumping into Jinyoung, who just so happened to be walking in the hallway when she began to walk out.

“Oop— Sorry, sweetheart. Are you o—” Jinyoung started, getting interrupted by your daughter’s frustrated yell and stomps down the hall. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked into his son’s nursery. “Is she alright?”

You sighed, shrugging. “I don’t know. She won’t talk to me,” You whispered through tears. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t give up, baby. I know it’s hard, but it’s obvious she needs you right now. Here, go try again and I’ll put him to bed.” Jinyoung nodded towards the sleeping boy latched onto your breast. You nodded through sniffles, allowing him to pull him away from you as you fixed your top.

You looked up to see your boyfriend staring at your chest with red cheeks, gulping harshly. You rolled your eyes and patted his chest softly. “My eyes are up here, babe.” You teased, pressing a small kiss to his cheek before you left the room to find your daughter.

You assumed she was in her bedroom, knocking on the door softly. “G-Go away!” She sobbed on the other side, making your heart ache. You ignored her pleas, letting yourself into the room.

“It’s okay, I’m right here,” You hushed, rushing to her and pulling her into your chest. “Talk to me, baby. Tell mommy what’s wrong.”

“I just—” She stopped herself, tensing up before taking a deep breath. You rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Can I see daddy?”

Her words made your breath hitch in your throat. “Baby, I don’t think—”

“Please,” She begged, pulling away to look up at you. Your heart broke when you made eye contact with her— her eyes were red and swollen with tears spilling from them uncontrollably. “I’m ready. I want to see him; I need to.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hold back your tears as you let her words sink in. “Mommy. Please.” She begged once more before you were nodding, making her break out into a teary smile.

“Okay. Tomorrow I’ll take you to see daddy.” You agreed, bringing her into a tight hug as you both rocked back and forth.

After a few more minutes, you kissed her goodnight and tucked her into bed. You walked into your bedroom with an anxious heart, shutting the door behind you. “How’d it go? Is she okay now?” Jinyoung asked softly from his spot on the bed, his eyes trailing over your figure as you began to change out of your clothes.

“She wants to see her dad.” You said lowly, voice shaking with worry. Jinyoung’s eyes widened at the sudden words, taken aback. He muted the TV and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “I told her yes. I’m taking her tomorrow.”

“Are you sure she’s ready?” He whispered, gulping when he watched you undo your bra and slide on one of his T-Shirts.

“I mean, I honestly don’t know, but she says she is.” You sighed, tossing your clothes into the dirty hamper.

“Well then you just gotta trust her. If she says she is, then maybe she is.” Jinyoung comforted, wrapping his arms around you once you were laying beside him in bed. “It’s going to be okay, baby. She’ll be okay.”

A part of you hoped she would forget about the whole thing by tomorrow, but you knew she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She was more than excited to see her father after six years, even if she wasn’t actually going to see him physically.

You watched as she rushed towards the specific grave upon arrival, her small hands running themselves over the indentation of her father’s name. You looked at Jinyoung with a small smile, making him nod encouragingly at you. You sighed and handed your son off to your boyfriend before catching up with your daughter, leaving the two boys behind beside the car.

“Is this what you’ve been so upset about? Missing your dad?” You asked curiously, sitting beside her on the freshly mowed grass with your hands in your sweatshirt pocket.

Your daughter sighed, her heart aching at the sight of ‘loving father’ written underneath of his name. “Well, that and Jinyoung,” She muttered, making you freeze in confusion. “I like him, but.. I just feel like it’s unfair to daddy. I don’t know, I just feel like I’m betraying him somehow.”

Your heart dropped and you sighed heavily, leaning forward to grab at your daughter and pull her onto your lap. “Baby,” You started. “Daddy would want me to move on, want me to be happy. He loves the both of us too much to let us sit together in sorrow. He loves me and wants me to have a good man, and he loves you and wants you to have a good father figure. I know it’s hard, but I promise you, he is happy for us.”

She nodded sadly at your words, her small hand rubbing at her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Don’t be. I understand. It’s hard. But if it wasn’t for Jinyoung, your brother wouldn’t be here. Mommy wouldn’t be in love, or as happy as she is. You wouldn’t have a good stepdaddy to take care of you and shower you with love. I think daddy chose him to take care of us while he was gone, princess. We just have to trust him.”

She nodded in agreement, her voice shaking with sobs. “Here,” You whispered, digging into your pocket. “I brought this to give to you. I’ve been keeping it in a special place until now.”

You dropped the silver ring into her small palm, watching her eyes widen with curiosity.

“It’s the ring your father proposed to me with. It’s the last thing I have left of him, and I think you deserve to have it.” You spoke, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as she gasped and squeezed it to her chest with a large smile on her face. The two of you stayed their in silence, just staring into the distance before you spoke.

“You know, I used to breastfeed you, too.” You teased, making your daughter groan and shiver. “I just don’t understand why you’re so freaked out about a little boob! I mean, your dad loved boobs— what’s wrong with that?”

“Ew!” She shrieked. “Boobs are gross, mom. They have cooties.”

“Ahh, right,” You rolled your eyes. “Cooties. I forgot.”

You two stayed their for a few more minutes before returning back to the car with the boys. Your daughter remained extremely happy the rest of the night, and even ran up to Jinyoung asking him if he could put the ring onto a necklace for her to wear around. “Of course I can, princess.”

He guided her to the bedroom, where they sat on the floor and dug through an old box under the bed, searching for an old necklace chain. Upon finding one, Jinyoung held out his hand for the ring, inwhich the little girl carefully placed it into. “This is a beautiful ring,” He spoke gently while he worked. “I bet your daddy loved mommy very much.”

Her heart swelled with pride, and she nodded eagerly. “He did. He loved her a whole bunch.” She exclaimed, earning a large smile from Jinyoung. She watched him as he worked, guilt starting to eat her up as she remembered how many times she was mean to him because of her jealousy. “I’m sorry I was being a brat to you.”

Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows and set the chain down, looking over at her. “What are you talking about, honey? You’re not a brat.”

“Yes I am,” She muttered, looking down at the ring on the floor. “Daddy chose you to take care of me and mommy. Daddy chose you to give me a little brother. Daddy chose you, and I ruined it. I was a real big brat, and I’m sorry.”

Jinyoung’s heart shattered and he bit back tears, opening his arms up for her to crawl into. She did, allowing more tears to fall as she laid her head onto his chest. “Don’t ever say you’re sorry again, okay? You did nothing wrong. I understand. You know that no matter what you do or say to me, I will always be here to love you. Don’t you?”

She nodded and he kissed her head, leaning forward to grab the necklace placed in front of the two. “Hold your hair up for me real quick,” He whispered. She obeyed, pulling her up at while Jinyoung clasped the necklace around her neck. “Your daddy loves you. Your mommy loves you. I love you. You will always have us.”

What We Used To Be

Pairing: Cheating!Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you discover your heart is with Mark, but his is not with you.

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He reeks of her, and the smell lingers.

Almost like a pungent odor that just won't leave.

For three days now he's come home smelling like her and now the scent can't help but be ingrained into your memory. Not by choice of course, but it's hard to ignore it when it clings desperately onto the man lying next to you.

It's a sweet smell. Sickly sweet, and you hate the perfume almost as much as you hate the girl who wears it. Yes, you know who the smell belongs to. It took some time to connect the dots, but a casual run in with your sister a few days ago answered any questions you had.

All it took was a slight breeze. A quick whiff, and you knew...

Of course you denied it at first. It's just a coincidence...just because she wears the same perfume doesn't mean it's her...she's your sister she would never do that to you...

But then you began to notice the longing glances, their shift in closeness, but most of all the messages. It all made sense.

To say you were shocked would be putting it lightly. You felt a mixture of several emotions, some being stronger than others. It could be said that what you felt was mostly anger. You were angry at yourself for being fooled into thinking you were the only one. Angry at you sister for betraying you to the fullest extent, for hurting you in a way that family shouldn't. Angry at Mark for making you believe he loved you.

Nothing could prepare you for the blow that was this. It's one thing to discover your significant other is sneaking around with someone else, but a whole other ballgame when you find out that the someone else is your own family.

Family. The people you're meant to be able to count on for anything. Unconditional love and support, listening to your hopes, your dreams. Even your aches and pains; your sorrows. The people you're meant to trust.

Funny, guess family doesn't mean that to some people.

You now toss and turn. Restless and unable to sleep. It shouldn't bother you as much as it does, seeing as you haven't slept well for a good three days now. How could you sleep comfortably, knowing that the man lying beside you was with your sister not even an hour ago?

Glancing at the bedside clock, you read the time. 4:00am. Mark got home at 3:30 and you would know since you waited up for him. He doesn't know this, but you know about his late night rendezvous. At least once a week, sometimes twice, the two of them meet up around the same time. He leaves at 1:00am when he thinks you’re asleep and returns at 3:15-3:30am. A constant cycle.

However, this week they've met up twice and now three times after tonight. They've gotten bolder, more sure of their ability to not be caught. Completely unaware of the fact that they are already, in fact, caught.

You would cry, but you’re pretty sure you ran out of tears weeks ago after you first began suspecting he was cheating. If anything, you find yourself hurt and angry....and disappointed. Deep down, you want to hold on to what you used to have-what you used to be, but you know it's no longer there. What you hold to now, is nothing but an empty shell. Hollow, cold, and dark.

You look at him now and wonder where you both went wrong, what could have been done differently, if you just weren’t good enough. As he rests peacefully, unaware of your inner turmoil, you lie awake cold, despite the warmth of his body so close. It brings no comfort, not like it used to. In fact, nothing about him feels the same anymore. His touch, his smile, his kiss, his love. You feel nothing, except for a numbness that's settled in the hollow of your bones and deep in your veins.

Your sullen thoughts suddenly turn to Jackson. Your best friend, partner in crime, and unfortunately your sister's boyfriend. It’s not certain if he's aware of his girlfriend's nightly excursions, but if he doesn't he'll know tomorrow morning. You’ll make sure of it.

Ever since the connections were made about her and Mark, it's been haunting you that you haven't told Jackson. It's been three days since you found out and you haven't spoken a word. Mainly because you were still unable to comprehend the idea that your own sister and boyfriend were willing to hurt you in such a way and you didn't want to believe it. But also because you knew it would destroy Jackson if you told him. However, as his friend you know you have to tell him. No matter what, you had to. Even if it hurts. It would hurt you both more in the end if this secret is kept to yourself.

You told him to meet you for breakfast early tomorrow at your favorite spot. Of course he happily agreed, believing everything is fine and normal. You’re not sure how, but you've been able to fool almost everyone into believing that all is fine and nothing is wrong with your relationship at all. Everyone but your brother, Jinyoung. He probably knows that something is up, but you’re unsure if he knows what's really happening.

Mark shifts a bit in his sleep, reaching his arm out to wrap around your waist, tugging you closer to him. You lie still, waiting. Waiting to see if you can still feel that same spark in his touch like you could before, but...there’s nothing. No longer able to look at the person who you once called the love of your life, you pull away, rolling onto your side and resigning to instead stare at the wall in front of you. Lying in wait until sleep gently takes you into its grasp.

A/N: Okay, so this was my first time writing something like this, so I’m sorry if it sucks. Let me know what you guys think

What We Used To Be (Part 2 soon)

Okay so, I’m getting more positive feedback then I thought I would on my last post which is really great and I really appreciate the love. It was originally intended to not have a sequel, but I think I’ll make one since I see a few of you requested it. Expect to see it soon!

What We Are Now

Sequel to: What We Used To Be

Pairing: Cheating!Mark Tuan x Reader  Best Friend!Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Angst, Some Fluff (but mostly angst hehe)

Word Count: 3.4K (way longer than part 1 lol)

Summary: In which you discover your heart is with Mark, but his is not with you.

A/N: it’s been a long time coming for this. Sorry it took so long. Enjoy 😊

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You now sat in your car across the street from the cafe. Anxious, scared, heartbroken and a million other things that words couldn’t possibly describe. You had been sitting here in the same spot for about 15 minutes or so, just trying to build up the nerve to even get out of the vehicle with no such luck.

With your hands on the wheel, you tighten your grip until your knuckles begin to pale, taking a shaky breath in an attempt to settle your nerves. You can feel the sweat building in your palms and your heart rate rising, now pounding in your ears. You haven't even said a word to him yet and you were already beginning to panic.

The engine was still running, and for a brief moment you were tempted to just drive off - leave without a trace and act as if you had never even bothered to show up. It's not like Jackson had noticed you yet. In fact, you were watching him through your window as he talked to a waitress, no doubt ordering half the menu as he waited patiently for you to arrive.

Just the sight of him had made your heart clench in your chest.

Why him? Why us? You thought to yourself.

You were terrified of how he'd take the news. It pained you deeply to see your friend hurt, but seeing him heartbroken would be twice as painful. You knew better than anyone how in love he was with your sister - how utterly infatuated. To tell him that the love of his life was sneaking around, and with his supposed best friend no less? It would destroy him.

You could almost picture the look on his face, desperate, hoping that what you were telling him was some cruel joke you took too far. His fists as they clenched, tense, while he waited for the punch line followed by your laughter and teasing smile. Then painful realization. You're not laughing and there is no punch line; only the bitter truth and your shoulder to cry on. The image caused your eyes to well up against your will, but you wipe your face before the salty tears could begin fall.

Taking a brief glance around, the street you were parked on was fairly busy. The side walks were a bit crowded on both sides, filled with consumers coming and going from the surrounding shops. Their arms filled with bags and boxes in various colors and sizes. You were more than sure that anyone passing had caught some, if not all, of your small breakdown, and with that in mind you decided to give yourself a few more minutes to get your bearings before finally getting out of your car.

Closing your eyes, you take one last deep breath as you lean back into your seat. The radio was on, filling in as background noise along with the shuffling of pedestrians and the humming of engines. A catchy pop tune sounded softly through the speakers and fell lightly on your ears. The entire song was the complete opposite of how you felt at the moment. You weren't happy and you damn sure weren't singing from the rooftops about how in love you were. You were heartbroken and immensely concerned Jackson was going to feel the same way quite soon.

Slowly, you reach up taking hold of the keys, turning off the engine. You make a sad attempt at stalling by taking your time to gather your things before venturing out of your car. After locking it, you turn and watch as cars continued to speed by, waiting for an opening between vehicles before crossing the street. As you reach the side walk, you face the coffee shop that was a few yards away.

The cafe had an outdoor seating area you and Jackson would enjoy when the weather was nice on days like this, so it was no surprise to find that he had saved you both a table outside.

He looked happy, laughing as he made conversation with the couple seated next to him. It was hard watching him smile since you knew you were the one that could easily wipe it away with just a few words.

Just one quick sentence and his entire relationship would shatter like broken glass. Just like yours did, but you yourself, knew that there wasn't a point in picking up the broken remains of what you and Mark used to be because in the reflections of those shards is what you are now...what you'll always be.

Drawing closer to the shop your thoughts wander and you began to reflect on your decision. Exactly what you didn't want to think about. You had all the confidence in the world last nigh as you had tossed and turned in bed, restless. Hell, even on the drive over you were so sure that this was the right choice. However, as soon as you reached the shop, the wall that you built between you and the overwhelming amount of self-doubt cracked under pressure.

What if he doesn't believe me? What if he does believe me, but hates me for telling him? What if he hates me because I took too long to tell him?

These and a multitude of other scenarios played on a loop in your mind now. All with bad endings, including, but not limited to: an angry Jackson and you crying your eyes out. You just couldn't see this meeting ending on a good note, but to be honest, this wasn't going to end well for either one of you. You had to tell him because what kind of friend would you be if you didn't tell him that his girlfriend, your sister, was cheating on him with your boyfriend, his best friend?

Stepping closer to the table, you try to put on a smile for Jackson when he sets his eyes on you, but it almost doesn't feel right on your face. He waves you over, his arms flailing about excitedly, his grin ever present, and despite yourself, you chuckle. Even on your worst days he knew how to make you laugh without trying, it was one of the many things that made him such a great friend. Another was how honest he was, he prided himself on that.

When you and Jackson first became friends you had noticed how truthful he was in your relationship. He confided in you for everything and in turn he influenced you to do the same without even realizing. Over the years, your bond grew and so did your trust in each other. Secrets are things you didn't and still don't keep from each other.

In telling him what you know now, you hope that you're doing your friendship justice. You hope you’re being a good friend.

Taking the seat in front of Jackson, you push your fears aside as best you could. I'm doing the right thing. I know I am.

“Helloooo, y/n!” He sang cheerfully as he leaned forward onto the table, placing his head in his hand.

You give a faint smile in return, “Hey Jackson.” You try your best to avoid his eyes, turn to hand your purse on your chair.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and ordered for you when the waitress came by.” In the corner of you eye you can see him take a sip from his water. “You always get the same thing every time we come here anyway, so I figured why not.”

At this you face him, your worries forgotten momentarily at his accusation. “I do not always get the same thing! I try new things!”

Jackson laughs with a gentle shake of his head. “Yeah sure you do.” The sarcasm clear as day in his tone.

You scoff slightly, “I do! When we came here a few weeks ago I tried their Eggs Benedict.”

He rolls his eyes at this. “Okay I’ll give you that, but I distinctly remember you hating it and then immediately telling the waitress to bring out your usual. Cinnamon apple French toast with extra cinnamon butter, a side of sausage links and a glass of orange juice...,” he leans back in his seat looking smug, “...no pulp.”

You purse your lips, internally cursing the man for his good memory. It’s not your fault the French toast is so good, the stuff was like crack. “In my defense, the eggs were too salty, okay?”

He grins, “Of course they were, bub.”

On cue, the waitress returns with your glass of fresh orange juice, no pulp, just how you like it, before heading off to another table.

You both eye the cold glass before your eyes snap to each other. Jackson raises a brow and goes to speak, but you raise a hand cutting him off.

Fighting a smile you say, “Don’t even.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“Yeah, actually I do.” You start, picking up the straw your waitress has placed on the table. Unwrapping it and dropping it into your glass. “You were about to mock me and say something along the lines of, ‘Omg thank you for ordering for me Jackson! You’re the greatest friend ever and I don’t know how I could ever live without you.’” You finish, speaking in a higher voice as a way of imitating him mocking how you sound.

He pauses, looking everywhere but at you for a few seconds before speaking up. “I was not gonna say that...”

“Uhhhh Yeah you were!” You say letting out a genuine laugh.

“Fine, I was gonna say it,” he admits, “but it sounds so much better when it’s coming from you, and you’re welcome by the way” He finish with a cheeky smile.

You hadn’t meant to, but after only a few minutes of playful banter with your best friend, you had already forgotten what you had came here to tell him.

It was so easy to forget your troubles when you were with Jackson. He just had a way with people, whether it was voice and the way he spoke or maybe even the way he made you laugh so effortlessly. He just had this aura about him that made it so hard to not be happy and carefree when you were with him. It was times like this when you especially loved that about him, but it wouldn’t last. It was only the calm before the storm.

About 20 minutes had passed when your waitress had come by with your food. She sat your plates in front of you with ease, the sweet aroma of syrup and cinnamon wafted into your nose, your mouth instantly watering. She kindly told you both to enjoy before making her way back inside.

You look at Jackson’s plate of steaming pancakes that was placed in front of him. The butter placed on top was already beginning to melt and trail off the side, dripping next to his slices of bacon.

He was already beginning to dig in as you glanced back at your plate. Four slices of French toast were layed out and dressed with slices of cinnamon apples on top. Off to the side were two small ramekins of cinnamon butter, ready to be spread onto the hot toast. You had an extra plate with 4 small sausage links as well.

You quickly go to melt the butter onto your French toast as Jackson goes to pour syrup on his pancakes. You catch him as he glances up to look at you, and make a show of smelling your food, inhaling deeply and rolling your eyes back. You smile and gesture to your plate, “literal crack.”

He seems to ponder your statement, appearing deep in thought before responding. “That actually explains a lot of your behavior.”

You snort as you take a bite of your food. “Rude.”

He smiles, but it fades as he eyes you for a bit, his eyes scanning over your face. If he finds something that seems off, he doesn’t show it, but he places his fork down and waits for you to finish chewing before talking.

“Y/N....,” he starts slowly.

Sensing that the mood was about to take a dive, you readied yourself while sipping your orange juice, “Yeah?”

Jackson crosses his arms and leans onto the table, tilting his head slightly as he watches you. “What’s going on with you?”

Suddenly you remember why you’re here in the first place and you almost drop your glass. The force of the memories hits you like a punch in the gut, knocking the air out of you all at once. You play it off, however, not nearly as ready to discuss it as you once were.

“What do you mean?” You ask, sitting your drink down and picking up your fork to take another bite of your food.

“Do you really think I didn’t notice you in your car earlier?” You heart drops in your chest “Y/N I saw you as soon as you pulled up.”

His name falls off your tongue as nothing more than a whisper, “Jackson...”

“I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d tell me yourself, but we’ve been here for nearly an hour and you haven’t said a thing about it.”

The tremors in your hands were becoming too much, so you dropped your fork to clasp them in your lap. You were now looking at anything, but Jackson, knowing that if you looked at him the damm would break and the tears you had been holding back all day would finally fall and wouldn’t stop.

Last night you told yourself, when you set up this meeting with Jackson, that you’d tell him everything and hold nothing back. You never did think about how you were going to tell him though. What do you even say? How do you even lead into that?

“Hey,” Jackson calls softly. You look across the table to see his hand stretched out to you. Slowly you reach out and grasp it, his fingers now wrapping around yours. “You can tell me anything Y/N, you know that. I’ll be here for you no matter what it is. I always have been and I always will be. Please tell me what’s bothering you.”

Taking a deep, but shaky breath, you look up at Jackson to see him gazing back at you with concerned expression. His full attention was on you and it was clear that all he wanted was to help, but could he?

You open your mouth to speak, but it was as if the words that wanted to come out couldn’t, staying put in your throat and turning your mouth to cotton. You try to swallow, but it was just about impossible with how dry your mouth had become. Reaching over, you go to grab your glass of juice and almost knock it over in your nervous haste.

Catching it before it falls, Jackson hands it to you and you take it graciously, nearly choking as you down the rest of the glass. Sighing, you peek back over to see that his eyes still hadn’t strayed from you.

“I-I uh I...I don’t know where to start.” You begin.

He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “How about from the beginning?”

You nod hesitantly at this direction. You decide it best not to drag it out any longer and cut to the chase. “Mark is umm...he’s cheating on me.”

Jackson doesn’t look surprised, which shocks you, but his eyes seem to darken a shade and he visibly tenses. He clenches his jaw once...twice and then he speaks.

“And you know this for a fact, Y/N?”

You furrow your brows as you nod your head. “Yeah, he sneaks out to meet with her at least two times a week, but it would be three times after last night. Not to mention all the messages.” Your voice cracking slightly at the end.

Sensing your distress, Jackson’s grip on your hand tightens. “Jesus Y/N how long have you known about this? Why didn’t you say anything or at least tell me?”

You shake your head, looking down at the table. “I don’t know, I was in denial I guess. I just...,” you trail off as tears start to fall, “I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

“Y/N, look at me.” He reaches across the table with his free hand to lift your chin. As you look at him the tears fall a bit faster.

“I just don’t know what she has that I don’t.” You manage to say through your broken sobs. “Where was I lacking?”

Jackson frowns at the question and wipes away the wetness on your face. “Don’t compare yourself to her Y/N, okay? As your best friend, I refuse to have you questioning your worth. You are in no way lacking at all and it’s unfortunate that he has you asking yourself that. You are one the most incredible people I have ever met, and if Mark doesn’t realize how amazing you are and is missing out by running around with some other girl, than that’s his own damn fault. Not yours, understand?”

You nod softly as he moves his hand from your face, “Thank you, Jackson.”

Jackson’s words bring a slight smile to your face. He was right. It wasn’t your fault that Mark chose someone else over you. You gave your all in your relationship with him, while he only ever went halfway, never seeming to care enough give more than he took. It never started out that way of course, but unfortunately people don’t always change for the better.

You feel Jackson’s thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. A soothing motion, but as you watch him it seems as if he was one the one searching for comfort. His eyes seem dark, like they’ve lost their previous shine and now you can easily spot the bags under his eyes that weren’t there before. He looks tired, very tired.

His eyes snap to you suddenly. He goes to speak, but then shut his mouth just as soon as he opens it. It’s obvious he has something on his mind that’s bothering him, but clearly some sort of inner conflict is holding him back.

You squeeze his hand as a form of comfort. “Jackson, it’s alright. You can say it.”

He chews on his bottom lip briefly before asking, “Do...you know? Who she is?”

There it was. It was a question you were dreading having to answer since this conversation started. You knew the answer and you knew it would hurt him which is why you was scared to respond, but for whatever reason Jackson appeared to be equally as nervous as you. Did he maybe already know the answer to his own question? Did he suspect?

You nod your head slowly as an answer.

His next words are simply. “Who?”

You now have a hard time trying to speak at this point. Knowing it is one thing, but speaking it aloud just made it more real. You didn’t want any of this to be real. It was though and there was nothing that could be done to change that.

So you ripped the bandaid off.

“My sister, your girlfriend.” You said softly.

But maybe the bandaid didn’t really need ripping.

“I knew it.”

You stared at Jackson for some time, blankly and then in shock. He knew? He knew. He knew! Did he know the entire time? Why didn’t he tell you? Maybe the same reason’s it took you so long to tell him.

As if he could hear your train of thought, he explains. “I had a feeling, I mean I suspected but I just wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to go pointing fingers and bringing up Mark’s name and upsetting you, but now you go and tell me he’s cheating on you and...it just made sense. I just didn’t want to...”

“Believe it...?” I finish for him.

“Yeah.”

You reach out your other hand, so now both of yours were holding his. “I’m so sorry Jackson. You deserve so much better, especially after everything you’ve done for her. It’s my job as your best friend to be here for you. Whenever you need me, I’m there. Also, don’t even think about comparing yourself to Mark because I’ll tell you right now that you’re way better than him by far!” You state.

He gives a small laugh, “Thanks Y/N.”

You’re both quiet now, lost in your own thoughts and frozen in a moment of indicision. Around you, however, life go on. The cars are still driving by, the couple next to you is still enjoying their meal, shoppers are still store hopping, carrying loads of bags. You two though, are still stuck as to how to go on like the rest of the world.

Desperate to break the silence you offer a question. A simple one, but quite loaded in your case. “Well where do we go from here? What do we do?”

His eyes slowly move from the busy street to you, and the pain you find in them is striking, like a knife to the chest. “We do what we have to.”

You then lower your gaze back to your food that you no longer found appealing; the conversation having rid you of your appetite. You were poking at your plate when Jackson called you.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

He was watching the street again as he answered. “Thank you.”

Confused at his statement, you press him. “For what?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “For being a good friend.”

You’re not sure if he knew, but in that moment a single tear had fallen from his eyes.

Oxygen

Jackson x reader au

Warning: none

Genre: Angst, but happy ending

Summary: Jackson is in love with a mermaid and is quick to even put himself in danger in order to be with her again

A/N: This is some Barbie Mermaidia Jackson Ariel Momoa shit, obviously a big au but it’s nice

Word count: 1k (1096)

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Jackson was beyond confused. A few days ago everything seemed to be going great. (Y/n) and him were happily meeting at night near some rocks, enjoying each other’s company and expressing their love for each other.

(Y/n) is a mermaid, Jackson met her one night on the same rocks they always meet for their dates. He was crying and (y/n) supported him, offered him advice and helped him calm down.

Since their first meeting, it was a silent agreement to meet there, so they could be each other’s shoulder to cry on, when times were rough. Eventually they started sharing their news and using the different topics to express their opinions on, also coming to realize they mostly agreed on those matters. That was how they bonded and it didn’t take them long to realize they were both head over heels for each other.

They knew a relationship between a human and a mermaid would be near impossible, but they were very optimistic and willing to make it last.

But lately, (y/n) had been having trouble coming to the surface to meet Jackson, even for an hour. Jackson didn’t want to pressure her, knowing that she would eventually tell him her worries. Though, that wasn’t exactly how it went.

Jackson was waiting for her on the rocks every night, but (y/n) was, then, nowhere to be seen.

One night, she came up, immediately tearing up at the sight of her boyfriend patiently waiting for her.

Jackson’s face was glowing from happiness and a look of relief was spread on his face, his worried expression disappearing.

“Jackson, honey, I have to tell you something…” (y/n) trailed off,but Jackson failed to understand her tone.

“This can’t work anymore. We have to break up.” She let out, holding back her sobs and avoiding his gaze.

Jackson’s smile faded to a kicked puppy’s expression, (y/n) couldn’t bear seeing the pain that was written on his face, the feeling being mutual.

“But, why? We’ve been together for so long, we are so close, what do you mean?” Jackson panicked and tried to hold (y/n)’s hand, but she stayed away from him.

“I’m sorry, Jackson, I love you.” She whispered and turned her back to the heartbroken man. “I love you.” She repeated and dove into the water, avoiding seeing his expression.

Jackson cried hard that night. But (y/n) wasn’t there to comfort him anymore.

He still waited for her every night there, crying all alone.

One night, a strange man saw him crying and slowly approached him.

“Did you fall for a mermaid, too?” He asked and Jackson quickly raised his head to look at the unknown man.

“It’s okay, you aren’t the only one. I remember around your age, I did too. It didn’t end well for me though. But that doesn’t mean it won’t end nicely for you.” The man quickly said, not wanting to worry the young boy further.

“She left me without a reason,” Jackson whined, wiping some tears from his eyes.

“I’m sure there is a reason. If her family found out, then, it’s probably over, if she’s worried about them finding out, then you still have time. You have to find her to talk. To at least get an explanation from her.” The man said and Jackson looked at him confused.

“How can I find her?” He asked the man and he got closer to him.

“There’s this seaweed, if you eat it, you can breathe underwater for a whole day. You even have a tail. But! It’s a day exactly. Not more, not less.” The man said and Jackson’s eyes widened.

“How do I find this?” He asked again and the man smirked.

Jackson may have paid way more money than he ever imagined, but he had a chance to find (y/n) now. But he wasn’t informed on the dangers of the ocean.

Jackson didn’t waste a second, not even giving it a second thought, before eating the seaweed and jumping into the water.

He kept swimming and searching for (y/n). Hours kept passing, but there was no sight of her. It was like she disappeared.

Jackson never lost hope until, he realized he had less than an hour left. He continued searching but was now already discouraged.

He finally stopped when he realized he only had ten minutes left. He was ready to swim back to be close to the surface, but he realized something has wrapped around his tail and pulled him lower, deeper into the sea.

Jackson gasped, as the green roots of a big plant kept pulling him deeper.

Next thing he knew, the roots were surrounding him and his time was almost over.

Suddenly, a melodic voice was heard from above him.

“Jackson? Is that you?” It was (y/n). Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her.

She placed her palm over the locket on her neck and a blinding burning light shone from it, making the big plant shrink, freeing the gasping Jackson.

(Y/n) quickly grabbed him and pulled him to the surface, Jackson gasping for air. She placed him on a rock that was there, getting ready to move him towards the shore.

A booming voice was heard behind her. It was the ruler of the sea, the king of all mermen and mermaids.

“I happened to witness something unacceptable. Not only did a human with the use of a seaweed intrude the ocean, but a mermaid helped him, instead of letting him get punished.” He said and (y/n)’s eyes widened.

“You also damaged this plant, which is part of our protection system. You will have to face punishment for your behavior.” He said and (y/n) gulped.

Suddenly the man raised his scepter towards her and her eyes widened.

“You will never be forgiven and your punishment is to lose your tail. You are no longer welcome in the ocean, you are no longer a mermaid. You shall become a worthless being, a human.” He ordered and a flashing light hit her, immediately turning her tail to human legs.

The man left satisfied, swimming deep into the ocean and (y/n) turned to look at Jackson.

“Do you know what that means?” Jackson asked her being really excited and she nodded.

They could finally spend their life together. They are free to love each other without worrying about anything else.

“I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me.” Jackson said and pulled her closer to him.

“I won’t and I love you too.” She said and they shared their first kiss as, now both, humans.

“Do you even like me?”

(kinda fuckboy!)Bambam x reader 

Genre: angst? idek it’s not that sad but it’s not fluff

Warnings: curses here and there? but not something too much

Summary: But, why does it feel as if Bambam doesn't even have actual feelings for you, even if you're dating?

Word count: 678

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"Can you at least pretend to have some feelings for me?" You snapped at Bambam and he turned to look at you with a confused expression.

"Where does this come from all of a sudden?" He asked you while placing his phone on the coffee table giving you his undivided attention. You sighed and sat on the couch, Bambam turning his body towards you.

"Why are you so emotionless?" You spoke up and your boyfriend looked taken aback." What do you mean emotionless?" He asked, clearly confused at your sudden outburst.

"Do you even like me?" You asked and Bambam scoffed. “Are you serious? If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be dating."

"I know but you seem to only..."

"To only, what? Say what you wanna say." His slight irritation made you wince.

"Do you like like me? I know I don’t have the body of a goddess, but you clearly seem to only be with me because you wanna fuck someone and I seem to do the work good enough for you." You finally said, staring right into his eyes expecting an explanation or him showing his feelings finally, but you didn’t get what you expected as a reaction.

"What? This is ridiculous. I'm not having this conversation." He stated, throwing his hands in the air and then reached for his phone and unlocked it.

"Stop being stubborn and talk about it!" You raised your voice wanting to grab his attention again and he raised an eyebrow your way. "You're being childish" he said, his attention still on his phone as he typed something.

"I'm really serious about this. In every other relationship I was, we both knew, that in order for it to work, we had to talk about our feelings and whatever is bothering us." You let out and that set him off. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned your previous relationships.

"Previous relationships? That clearly didn't seem to work, or you would be married now or whatever. Are you fucking serious?" He stood up letting his phone fall on the couch and unlucky for him he had left it unlocked. You momentarily glanced at it, he had been texting someone with heart emojis. He followed your gaze and quickly reached for his phone to lock it and stared at you with wide eyes.

"It obviously seems like this won’t work either." You let out and also stood up. "I'll be going then." You said and reached for your jacket.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked watching you collect your things. "It seems like I am." You coldy replied and he nodded walking towards the door along with you. He leaned against it watching you put your jacket on and pulling out your phone and your earphones.

"It was nice while it lasted" he quietly let out, looking away and you sighed. "Until all this, yes, it was." You replied. "I like you, just so you know, but I guess it would be hard for us to work this through and we better stop before this gets too deep and we get hurt." He said and you nodded.

"I want us to keep contact with each other" you carefully let out and it was your turn to look away and his turn to sigh.

Without thinking, he softly placed his hands on your cheeks connecting your lips for one last kiss. Your lips moved against each other's as you placed your hands on his chest and his one hand wrapped around your middle. If all this hadn't happened, his hand would be on your ass, exactly the reason why you had started to think he is dating you because he only wants to fuck with you.

You separated and he sighed once again, his hand still on your cheek, his thumb stroking it. "Let's be friends. I don’t want us to not speak again." He said and you nodded, giving him one last peck and his palm fell from your face. You opened the door, leaving the house, his eyes following you until you were gone.