“ you know n/n, for someone that was so in love, you were so miserable in the end.”
pairing: ex boyfriend!martin edwards x female reader
genre: high school!au, exes to unknown & angst.
warnings: cold!reader towards mars, juun from h2h as face claim, arguments, martin’s sooo annoying, he made n/n cry a lot, ex that doesn’t know you’re done with him.
synopsis - in which you try and move on from the catastrophe that happened in your second last year of high school with stupid martin edwards and his girl best friend , he just can’t seem to let you go.
- for someone that broke your heart into a million pieces and in return you broke his at a party, he sure has the confidence.
cast: h2h stella&ian, cortis, jennie as reader’s older sister, jisoo as seonghyeon’s older sister and rosè as martin’s older sister, lngshot & newjeans.
a/n welcome to my latest smau, and my first series! i plan for this series to be lengthy and full of heartbreak. there are times where i’m so active and some where i’m not, please bare with me! i love interacting with people on here, and i also take requests! as long as they’re not weird lols.
A/N: Chapter two is here! Again!! Wanted to revise this but then I realized it was fine the way it was, sooo here's chapter two and chapter three will be coming later today!! I hope you guys enjoy!!
Synopsis: After being rendered unconscious (by knocking yourself out), you wake up in a foreign place and you're not quite ready to adapt to it, yet.
W.C: 4.5k
WARNINGS!!: None
“Ugh, what the hell…”
The first thing you felt was pain. There was a splitting ache in your temple and your entire body was sore, your limbs immediately tensing up as you came into consciousness. A soft groan left your lips as you pushed yourself to sit up and forced your eyes open, taking in the room around you, unfamiliar and deeply unsettling.. Cement walls and flooring, boarded up windows with bits of sunlight peaking through the cracks in the wood, the bare mattress beneath you making your skin red and itchy. There were bandages around your ankle and your injured wrist now, too. Who could’ve patched you up?
Brows furrowed, you lifted your head up to look around again, though in the midst of taking in your newfound surroundings, you had the misfortune of noticing the figure poised at the end of the bed. A shadow with pinpricks for eyes looming over you. Reasonably startled, you yelped and scrambled off the bed, lunging to your feet, only to be immediately hit with a wave of dizziness that sent you crashing back down. This time, to the floor.
You landed right on your wrist that was surely broken after hitting that door and gave a sharp cry of agony, cradling it to your chest while simultaneously shoving yourself upwards. The familiar figure rushed over to your side, and even though your expression made it clear for them to keep them away from you, they still kneeled down beside you. Eyes warm and welcoming, almost making you believe you'd been saved by a human. It was the blonde hair you knew you'd seen before that told you otherwise.
“Are you okay? You need to be careful, I don't know much about how your injuries work, but I'm sure you should be in bed right now.” His voice was deep. Similar to the other creatures you’d encountered thus far, he was dressed in all black, though his top had longer sleeves with a zipper on the front. It didn’t help that he just looked otherworldly. Soft facial features, smooth skin, freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. Too perfect. Angelic. Everything about him unnerved you, especially knowing this body didn’t belong to him. When his hands reached toward you, you flinched and leaned backwards, holding up your good hand to shield yourself.
“Don't touch me.” As if you posed a threat to him with the state you were in. Thankfully, he obeyed, though he didn't bother hiding the pout on his face from your rejection. It was odd, seeing one of these things expressing themselves like that.
“I scared you. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to, I just wanted to make sure you would be safe once you woke up.” Safe? You almost wanted to scoff, but thought better of it. While he spoke, you looked past him at the door, noticing that it was shut. Keeping you trapped. “Are you in pain?”
“Why did you bandage me?” There was no hiding the tremor in your voice. After so many years spent fearing these things, fighting against them to keep them from killing you and all those close to you, it was jarring to be around one of them like this. They never spoke to you. Once these things had a body, they didn’t need to communicate, so why the Hell were any of them even bothering with talking to you? Helping you? It didn’t make any sense, only serving to rile you up more.
“You were hurt.” That didn’t explain anything, and yet you didn’t question his response. There was no point in understanding anything these things did. “Were you attacked? Is that why you came here? I’m sorry, we can be pretty angry, but I’m sure they were just as scared as you were.”
What? The creature’s response left a sour taste in your mouth, your face contorting from a look of unease to one of deep animosity. Scared your ass. Those things were enraged, ferocious, feasted on anyone they came across. You swore he and the ones you’d encountered yesterday would’ve been the same, but on the contrary, they kept you alive. Why?
“What the fuck do you want from me?” You muttered, glaring weakly back at him. Too tired and injured to take any of your agitation out on him. Plus, those things probably took your dagger and you were in no condition to fight him right now. At your question, he paused, gazing back at you with something akin to sorrow in his eyes. Sympathy you knew he couldn’t truly feel for you. When the silence seemed to drag a little too long, you snapped at him. “What?”
“Company.” His response made you blink, baffled. Before you could’ve asked anything else, he continued, seemingly chipper now that you were talking back to him. A small smile formed on his face, his big eyes lighting up while his posture straightened. You’d never seen anything like it in your entire life. “I’m Felix.”
Another one that named itself. While your brain jotted down his name, mulling over it despite not wanting to remember it, you nodded your head. Scooted further back, tucked your knees into your chest. Even though he hadn’t made any moves to attack you, nor did he behave animalistically like the other beasts, you weren’t very comfortable in his presence. His faux humanity made him worse. When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he slumped, sitting on his heels with his eyes narrowed back at you.
“That’s when you introduce yourself.” Like clockwork, his snarky tone evoked a reaction of your own.
“Get bent.” You promptly regretted your insult, leaning back a bit and bracing yourself for the blow to come. Rather than lashing out, he merely rolled his eyes, apparently already fed up with you, as well. That wasn’t good, you were sure.
“I hope you weren’t this rude to I.N. He’s the one who wants to keep you.”
“Keep me? I’m not a fucking pet, you can’t just decide to keep me here!” Once again, your outburst didn’t result in violence. He just looked offended.
“Well, what’re you gonna do, run? Stab us?” Oh, this motherfucker.
He was right. There was nothing you could do. You opened your mouth to snap back again, only to fall flat on a comeback, your mouth clamping shut before you looked away from him. Taking in the room once more, though this time out of embarrassment instead of genuinely trying to find a way out. A way out of this conversation, maybe. As silence consumed you both, Felix’s expression changed for what felt like the tenth time in one sitting.
“We’re not going to hurt you. You’re safe here.”
“Gee, I feel so much better now, thank you.” Your sarcasm resulted in a huff, the creature abruptly coming toward you, moving to his hands and knees. The motion was enough to jostle you, eyes wide as you looked toward him and pressed yourself back against the wall. He leaned in, much like “Innie” did before he reached out to touch you. The memory made your body stiffen, face hot, much to your abhorrence.
“Tell me your name. Please.” The sound of his plea made something inside of you ache. Somehow, this group was so much worse than the rest of their species. At least the other ones didn’t annoy you with bullshit. Your gazes met and, against your better judgement, you muttered your name under your breath. Watched as he perked up, tested it on his tongue. You tried to ignore the way it sounded with his voice in particular. “That’s pretty.”
“It’s just a name.” Was your rather awkward retort as he shuffled a little closer, this time practically hovering over you with his face so close you could feel the warmth coming from him. There was no breath. Rather than leaning away, you sat still, turning a bit toward him, your noses brushing slightly before you reeled back, smacking your head off the wall. “Motherfucker!”
“Be careful!” His hand came behind your head, cupping the back of it and rubbing the spot you’d hit with his thumb. Soothing the pain as quickly as it started. In the process, you were pulled closer to him, your knee brushing his chest while your breath fanned across his face. “You didn’t tell me if your wrist or ankle were still giving you problems.”
“Will you leave if I answer?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“You’ll try to run and then the others will get mad. And, if you are in pain, I need to help.” The others would get mad? Well, you definitely didn’t want that after whoever that was barreled at you yesterday. Was that yesterday? How long were you out? With a heavy sigh, you were surprisingly gentle in pushing him away from you, and despite this, he still looked wounded.
“Fine. No, I’m not in pain,” A total lie. “Can you at least leave me alone? Stand outside the door if you want, just go away.”
“Minho is making breakfast. I can take you to the dining room.” The offer earned a cringe.
“Yeah, no, I’m not a cannibal.” Despite your clear disgust, Felix laughed. The smile on his freckled face was big and, admittedly, filled with what you could only have described as rays from the sun. Beautiful. It made you feel even sicker.
“We don’t all eat people. He’s making things from animals, I’m pretty sure. Humans eat eggs and meat, right?” Did you hear him right? This time, you were the one laughing.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” The thought of them eating anything other than people was preposterous. He was definitely lying to you, right? Joking in a really fucked up way? Was he trying to trick you into eating human meat?
“Some of us don’t like how humans taste. I personally don’t like eating any meat. I just eat bread or whatever I feel like baking.” Felix simply shrugged, making you scoff. It felt like he was being serious, but that couldn’t have been the case. Nonetheless, you just nodded your head, pretending to play along just so you could leave the room. Explore, look for another way out of this place. If you had to eat human meat to do it, so be it. You’d do anything to survive.
“Sure, whatever. Let’s go.” Felix grinned wide, smoothly rising to his feet before holding out a hand in offering. For a moment, you stared at his outstretched fingers, then glanced up at his face. That smile was going to be the death of you. With a heavy sigh, you took the offered hand and allowed him to pull you up from the floor. Although, rather than letting go of your hand once you were standing, he held it and began to lead you out of the room. Swinging your arms, even, like a couple- a couple of friends. Which you were clearly not. His touch made your skin crawl- why did it feel so nice- and you weren’t at all happy with the contact, your heart racing because of dread and panic. That was the only reason.
“I apologize in advance if the others are rude. They don’t like humans much, but they all agreed to keep away from you after the meeting. Unless they warm up to you, of course.” Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen. While Felix yapped your damned ear off, you looked around the hallways he guided you through, taking note of which one led where while struggling to remember if you’d been in this part of the building, yet. “You’ll be staying with Innie in his room, but we’ll show you around just in case you need anything.”
“What do you mean I’m staying in his room?” Of course, you knew you were probably safest with him, but the idea was more than a little off-putting. You didn’t want to stay in anyone’s room, though you doubted they were going to let you sleep on your own when holding you captive.
“You like each other. So, you’ll share a room.” He shrugged.
“Like is a very strong word.” Felix didn’t respond to your mumbling, continuing to pull you along until you could smell something cooking. Something good. Your stomach rumbled and Felix gave you a knowing smirk, to which you finally snatched your hand out of his, crossing your arms and following him with your eyes averting him. You were still limping.
When the two of you reached the dining room, you found more of them inside, four bodies huddled around a huge table while sitting upon cushioned stools. Oddly enough, the room felt comforting. Spacious. The warm candlelight mixed with the battery-powered fairy lights they’d hung along the walls created an almost cozy atmosphere, a bookshelf pushed against the far wall with a vase set beside it. It looked hand-painted, too. As soon as you both stepped into the room, four heads turned to you and your body went rigid under their collective attention.
One of them you recognized. The big, buff guy that nearly smashed you into the wall like a battering ram. Binnie, if you remembered correctly, or at least that was what they called him. His eyes met yours and held your gaze for several seconds, though there didn’t seem to be any hostility there. Quite the opposite; he smiled at you, the expression looking rather awkward as if he didn’t know how to lift his lips to do so, more of a sneer than a look of joy.
The other three, you didn’t recognize. There were two taller ones- at least, they were taller than the others- and the one sitting beside Binnie was practically glaring at you from under his bangs when your eyes landed on him. Across from him was the tallest of the group, his expression relaxed under your scrutiny, not at all bothered by your presence like the others. There was a golden halo around the crown of his head that shone in the yellow light, long hair flowing down his neck, arms covered in sleeves that were disconnected from his top to reveal the upper parts of his arms. Unlike the others, they were both dressed in all white, dark stains littering the fabric that you surely could’ve guessed the cause of.
Then, there was the last one who looked at you as though you murdered the entire family he didn’t even have. Puffy cheeks, honey skin, and big eyes with irises nearly filling the scleras. Said eyes were nearly hidden beneath his fluffy hair, curls dangling over his nasty expression while his pouty lips pulled into a frown. There was a rattling noise near him, the chains of his pants clinking with every bounce of his leg. Then, while you two held each other’s gazes, his lips curled into a strange grin that showed the tops of his gums.
“Breakfast came early.” Your stomach dropped straight through the floor. Just as you jolted to try and run, Felix caught your arm, effortlessly holding you in place.
“Don’t do that, Han, you’re gonna scare them.” All you could’ve done in that moment was dig your heels into the ground, only for Felix to just tug more firmly on your arm, forcing you to approach the table with him. When your eyes darted over to the tallest of the group again, he caught your gaze and closed one of his eyes. Winked. It wasn’t quite a wink, though, since his eye got stuck in the process, peeling back open like it wasn’t meant to be shut in the first place. You were gonna be sick.
“So you’re the troublemaker, then?” He was talking to you. If you were being completely honest, you still hadn’t gotten over his face, just yet. Smooth, flawless skin, features that belonged in one of those old, tattered magazines you would find in the rubble of the city. It didn’t belong to one of those things, especially one that was talking to you with such a sultry tone. As Felix sat you between them, he turned his body to face you, leaning back into his chair with his knees spread.
“Definitely trouble.” Felix teased, poking your cheek in a playful manner, to which you jerked back and shoved his hand away. Only for the other to wrap his arm around the back of your chair, leaning in closer.
“I’ll say. You’re gorgeous.” Woah. You almost slipped again, but this time, you managed to keep your intrusive thoughts- which were really fucking intrusive right now- to yourself. Stars, were you really that isolated for this long?
“I’ll bite your arm off.” His eyes widened at your threat, so big it looked unnatural.
“Really? Yes, please!” Removing his arm from the back of your chair, you thought he was being sarcastic, at first. That he had a weird way of showing it like the rest of them. You were clearly wrong, given how he shoved his arm out towards you as if in offering. “Can I bite yours?”
“Uh- I, what?” It was the first time one of them had left you utterly speechless. What kind of freak was he?
“They’re not flirting with you, dumbie.” Came from across the table. The other tall one looked disgusted, glancing between the two of you with a grimace. Wait, he thought you were flirting? How was that even flirting!? His words seemed to disappoint the one beside you, whose arm dropped back to his side as an overly exaggerated pout took over his face. Not like Felix’s, it was so much weirder. Didn’t look right at all.
“You can bite my arm off!” Binnie joined in and flexed one of his muscles, making you wonder if you were dreaming. If this was all a strange, fucked up nightmare fabricated by your own even more fucked up brain. The one beside you lit up once more, but then relaxed, like he was trying to play it cool.
“Ew.”
“More for me.” The one beside muscley-man leaned over and latched his teeth onto his bicep, presumably biting down hard, given the other’s hiss of pain. He grabbed him by the neck, pulling him away and muttering something you couldn’t make out.
“If you bite their arm off, save the rest for me,” The final member interrupted once more. As your eyes met again, yours narrowed while his grew wider than Hyunjin’s beneath his curls, exposing the pink flesh behind his eyelids. “I don’t usually eat filth, but I’ll make an exception.”
“No! We are not eating this one, you guys!” Felix’s abrupt shouting had your body curling in on itself. These things were fucking horrific. Odd, yet more terrifying than any of the other bastards you’d encountered before them.
“We haven’t really decided that, have we?” Just as the bickering started, it died. Their heads whipped toward the new voice, so yours did the same, finding another one of these assholes in the entrance of the dining room. The one who stopped you from leaving out of the front doors when you were trying to get away. Beside him stood “Innie”, your eyes locking and a smile taking over his face, leaving goosebumps along your arms.
Again with the blonde hair. The strands were short, spiky, his lips pulled into another smile to show off those unfairly cute dimples. Plush lips, sizeable nose that suited his face rather well. The long jacket he wore stretched low to the ground, covering a sheer top that left little to the imagination, covered in black patterns. Necklaces dangled down his chest, glinting in the light.
“You told me I was safe.” Although it pained you, you had to do something here to keep yourself alive, to persuade them against doing anything to cause you harm. If they weren’t going to listen to you, relying on the ones who at least showed you a bit of “kindness” was your best bet. So, you gave Felix the most pleading eyes you could’ve mustered, hand finding his own under the table and squeezing. Watching as he shuddered from just your touch.
“You are. I promise.” You didn’t believe him at all. Regardless, you nodded, turning your attention to the most imposing one in the room. He kept that smile as he called out to the kitchen.
“Minho! Breakfast ready, yet?” Another, more familiar voice responded. The one you heard right before being knocked out cold.
“Don’t rush me, Chan.” The leader’s face fell, eyes widening slightly before he tightened his lips awkwardly, clearing his throat and gesturing for Innie to sit down.
“Right. Let’s get introductions out of the way before we eat, then.” Everyone took their seats around the table before taking turns saying their names, as he instructed. You barely paid attention, merely filing them away in your brain for later, only giving your own name upon Chan’s stern look your way. Some were happier to greet you than others, and finally when everyone was done, the very last member of their little group came out of the kitchen with a bunch of plates in his hands. Chan smiled as he passed, patting him on the butt. “And that leaves our lovely chef Minho.”
“Watch it.” What a sweetheart. Though, as Minho walked by you, you noticed how he paused for a moment. Breathed in the air around you, to which the others gave looks of sheer bewilderment. Curiosity. You tried not to think about what that meant for you, staring down at your plate, fork in hand.
“So,” Chan started, saying your name to grab your attention. You hated how it sounded on his tongue. “We’ve decided to give you a home here. Even though you gave us quite the scare yesterday, Jeongin has spoken very highly of you and feels you’ll be safer here with us.”
At his words, your eyes drifted to Jeongin, silently grateful that he’d gone out of his way to keep them from killing you. They did seem to listen to the youngest, after all.
“... For how long?” You couldn’t help but ask. If they were going to try and hold you captive, you needed to know how much time you had to escape. Despite your steadily growing anxiety, you turned to look at him at the head of the table, doing your best to keep your uninjured hand from shaking while you toyed with the food on your plate. Something Minho took notice of, tapping your hand with the flat part of a knife. He didn’t need to tell you a second time.
“That depends on you.” However many chances they were willing to give you, then. Good thing you planned on escaping once. “I take the safety of my mates very seriously. Just so you know, anything that happens to them, I’ll do even worse to you. Do you understand?”
Why was it so hard to breathe, all of a sudden? You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, trapped under his stare. When he arched his brows at you, urging you to answer, you nodded stiffly.
“I understand.” The one known as “Seungmin” snickered at you.
“Good. I hope you know better than to try and run, too. Their emotions are just as important as their pain.”
“I understand.” He nodded back, satisfied.
“I hope you do. So long as you behave, everything will be fine.” Behave. Like you were a fucking dog. As much as you wanted to snap, you bit your tongue, turning your attention back to your meal to scarf the rest of it down. It tasted fucking amazing, easing your nausea and the jabs of hunger in your stomach. “Feel free to do whatever you want here. Hyunjin has art supplies I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing.”
The creature in question perked up, already having been staging at you throughout most of the meal. His eyes were practically twinkling.
“You’d be the perfect muse.” The nicest thing a living(?) being had ever said to you.
“Yuck.” Seungmin gagged, to which you shot him a glare. He gave you an infuriatingly smug look as a response.
They let you wander around, after that, with Jeongin as your escort. The whole building was a maze, so very confusing and making it hard to tell where you even were. There were the rooms they used as bedrooms, the kitchen and dining room, some kind of living room, a gym, and the most disturbing of all, their “butcher” rooms. Several rooms they used to eat and skin people, just like the one you met him in. You ended up puking all over the floor and had to take a freezing cold shower in one of their bathrooms, too.
By the time night rolled around, Jeongin led you to his bedroom, shutting the door gently behind you. The lamp in the corner was dim, yet bright enough to at least help you see a few feet in front of you. Unlike the ratty mattress you woke up on, this one was at least covered by thin blankets with a few pillows on top, looking much more appealing than the beds in all the other rooms. Guess they really did spoil him.
“There’s clothes you can wear.” Snapping you out of your thoughts, he pointed to a small box beside the bed as he started to shrug off his shirt. Obviously caught off guard, you hastily looked away from him, kneeling down to reach into the box and dig out whatever clothes you could’ve used. Peeling the flaps open, you found colorful fabrics looking back at you. Fabrics covered in old blood stains.
“Seriously? I can’t wear these.”
“Hm. Felix said they might make you uncomfortable.” Yeah, no shit. With a huff, you dropped the clothes back into the box and stood, nibbling on your bottom lip. Once Jeongin was done undressing, now left in sweatpants, you fought to avoid so much as glancing in his direction. The notion that they wore different clothes like humans deeply disturbed you. “It’s just until we wash your clothes. Unless you want to take off the ones you have on, that’s fine too.”
“Absolutely not.” No way in hell were you walking around this place half-naked. Maybe that was normal to them? Whatever, at least they washed their clothes, you supposed. Still, you weren’t at all comfortable wearing clothes that belonged to a dead person, especially the ones they had on when they died. Hence why you just walked over to the corner of the room and plopped down onto the floor, curling against it with your limbs tucked into your body. Jeongin stared at you, obviously not understanding your predicament. Not that he could’ve if he tried.
“Why are you laying over there?”
“What, you expected me to sleep in your bed with you?”
“Yes.”
“No thank you, goodnight.” Turning over onto your other side, your back facing him with your face towards the wall, you closed your eyes and tried to shut the whole world out. Hearing the click of the lamp before the room was shrouded in darkness.
tags: martin x f!reader, college au, oc! reader's bsf
synopsis: you and martin team up to discreetly matchmake your bestfriends, but while you and martin were playing cupid, cupid might have been playing the two of you.
Martin… enjoys the height difference more than he should. when you need help reaching things that are too high, or when you’re looking up at him to say something, it’s his favorite thing in the world.
Martin… smiles when he’s on live and sees certain emojis in the chat that you always use when texting him.
Martin… sends you random photos throughout the day with no context; a stray cat, a vending machine that had your favorite drink in it, or just a silly looking cloud.
Martin… remembers the tiny details. “isn’t your test today?” or “i thought you said you didn’t like those.”
Martin… secretly collects screenshots of cute texts you send him.
Martin… gets overly excited when he notices you wearing something he bought you.
Martin… calls you by your full name when he’s worried about you or being serious.
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a/n : comment for cortis taglist ! this was super quick so i might do more ;)
⟶ Summary | After years of being treated as something to be owned rather than someone to be loved, you learned one thing: survival means staying quiet, staying small, and never trusting anyone. Until fate places you in the path of the SKZ and BTS packs. Found injured with nowhere safe to return to, you expect fear, judgment, and rejection. Instead, you find a group of people determined to protect you; not because they see you as fragile, but because they see you as someone worth fighting for. As you slowly learn what it means to belong, you must face the scars left behind by your past, the bonds forming around you, and the terrifying possibility that you might finally have something to lose. Healing doesn’t erase history, and the person who once believed he owned her isn’t finished looking for what he considers his.
⟶ Ratings & Warning | +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; including: SKZ being fluffy chaos goblins, BTS being the greatest friends, trauma recovery, depiction of abuse, kidnapping, captivity, manipulation, emotional distress, mentions of past violence, mentions of physical and psychological trauma, recovery from traumatic experiences, panic attacks, nightmares, fear responses, family trauma, toxic relationships, villainous/abusive characters, discussions of consent, usage of weapons (including knives), criminal activity, investigations, inaccurate terms may be used regarding medical and investigation scenes, multiple romantic relationships within pack dynamics, explicit sexual content, including: non-con, sexual tension, intimate scenes, mature themes, and future explicit scenes. Additional warnings will be added as the story progresses, Chapter specific warnings will be included on the chapter. Dead Dove ⟶ Do Not Eat
⟶ Author’s Note |
Welcome to Crossroads!
I’m so excited to finally share it! This is a story about survival, healing, trust, and finding the people who make you feel safe after everything you’ve lost.
I haven’t written anything in years, so please bear with me as I’m getting back into the groove of it! This is my first ABO fic so I’m sorry if anything is off TT.
Feel free to leave feedback and if you want to be added to the tag list lmk! I also need a beta reader if anyone is interested.
Lastly…MINORS BE GONE!
⟶ Status | ONGOING; Updates will be posted every Friday at 11pm CST! Once I finish writing the whole thing I’ll probably start posting 2-3 chapters a week…I just want to make sure I have enough time to finish it so I don’t keep you waiting! ^^ - 19 of about 23ish? Chapters have been completed!
⟶ Chapters |
Meet The Pack!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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sorority girl-tutor!reader + young dad-boxer!toji <3
content | college au, depictions of violence and blood, desi reader in mind, smut, reader cleaning his wounds, girly girl reader, ft. baby gumi, & more!
moodboard 1 !
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playlist / chapter titles ˚ 𝄞 ₊˚⊹
001. busy woman : sabrina carpenter
002. i was never there : the weeknd (coming soon)
003. trust : realestk (coming soon)
004. bad for business : sabrina carpenter (coming soon)
005. let the flames begin : paramore (coming soon)
006. stay over : tove lo (coming soon)
007. awkward : sza (coming soon)
008. slow down : chase atlantic (coming soon)
009. you are the right one : sports (coming soon)
synopsis ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
despite the stereotypes, sorority girls aren’t always ditzy and ‘dumb.’ you were a prime example, considering you were openly a tutor for classmates in your chem class. your newest student is the mysterious toji fushiguro. you’ve never seen him at parties yet he’s still doing poorly in class.. where did all his time go?
toji fushiguro didn’t have time for class as a single dad with the one priority of providing for his toddler, megumi, in mind. a lack of money forced him into the dangerous and time consuming world of underground boxing, bills and tuition needed to be paid somehow. on the brink of getting even more behind in his classes, he’s left with no choice but to add tutoring sessions to his packed schedule.
a/n: okay fine this is a mouthful I apologize but just pls get tell me u get the vibes guys i just don’t even know how to word the dynamic bc there’s fifty diff things going on
“Minho and Jisung completed each other. They were all they needed and they were sure it would stay that way for the rest of their life. So why is their new neighbour changing everything they thought they knew?“
hi everyone! i don’t know who will see this, but i decided to start this little thing. i’m not the most experienced in writing and english is not my first language, so I hope that’s warning enough lol. just made my first edit to this and changed some things around, but if you’re interested, please consider giving it a read and I am so open to advice!
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just updated with chapter 3! this one’s kinda short, but i wanted to take this chapter to leave more room for possible new beginnings and to somewhat convey just how much minsung like each other. hope you like it and please feel free to leave a comment, whether it be about you liking it or anything you would like to see! and of course, writing critique is always something i will always pay attention to!
[ ₍ᐢ.◡.ᐢ₎ ] :: dad!toji taking care of megumi while you sleep, except it ends in disaster.
“tch—i’m really regretting buyin’ this thing.”
toji is running out of patience as he reads the instructions on the piece of paper in his hands. it’s all so vague; he’s questioning himself for even trying to figure this stuff out in the first place.
the small coos and babbles coming from megumi sound throughout the living room, the baby sitting in the pillow fort that his dad made him. the correct name would actually be ‘pillow jail’, since the fort isn’t built for megumi’s entertainment—it’s mainly to keep the little boy confined so toji can peacefully work on setting up the playhouse.
your husband is so intensly focused on putting the playhouse together to the point that he doesn’t even notice the little thief escaping his self-made jail.
megumi is crawling on his hands and knees, his palms making soft ‘pat’ sounds as they come in contact with the cold floor, pouty lips forming a smile as he crawls his way over to his dad. toji has his back facing megumi, giving the kid a good opportunity to sneak up on him.
“fuck,” toji curses idly as his hand slips and his finger bumps against his own face. not thinking much about that slip-up, the man continues to put the parts together, until he feels something tugging at his shirt from behind.
toji glances down and spots his son trying to climb up on his back—the journey up to toji’s broad shoulders being like climbing a mountain for such a little thing.
“phack!”
the cute voice from below repeats what it had heard with confidence. megumi uses all of his strength to reach up to his dad’s shoulders, repeating the used swear word proudly, a series of ‘phack! phack! phack!’ echoing louder in toji’s ears with each movement upwards.
the kid eventually reaches his destination, head placed right next to toji’s, chubby arms circling around his dad’s neck—basically hanging on for dear life.
toji isn’t even concerned about megumi repeating that bad word over and over. how his son has managed to break free from his confinement is of more importance. his green eyes land on the destroyed pillow fort behind his back and he can’t help but chuckle. almost proudly so.
“i see y’re already outsmarting your dad, kiddo,” toji grins, one hand coming up to stabilise megumi on his back.
the baby looks over his father’s shoulder, seemingly inspecting what he’s building. toji sighs as his free hand holds onto the piece of paper that included the instructions; “maybe you could’ve even helped me build this shitty thing if ya knew how to read.”
“sjiddy!”
it’s as if megumi is purposefully only picking out the curse words. toji chuckles at this and—unlike any other parent—encourages his child to continue for his own entertainment.
“mhm—tha’s right. repeat after me, son l the dark-haired man nods with a smug grin and points at the half-built playhouse, making sure megumi knew what he’s talking about, “that thing is shitty.”
“sjiddy! sjiddy!” the kid repeats loudly and giggles as his father ruffles his hair afterwards in a ‘job-well-done’ manner.
“good boy,” toji laughs softly, moving megumi over to his lap so it’d be more comfortable for the both of them, “y’r momma is gonna kill me if she hears you say such things, though.”
megumi tilts his head up until it rests against toji’s torso, big eyes glancing at the face hovering on top of his; “mama? mama ‘eepy.”
“no, mama isn’t.”
toji freezes in place, megumi gasps in delight.
you had awoken from your nap and decided to check in on your husband and son whom you had left alone for a few hours.
and, apparently, you can’t leave toji and megumi alone without it ending in your kid picking up on his dad’s bad habits.
you put your hands on your hips and glare at toji. he knows what time it is and he is not about to sit through another lecture. the last time you gave him an earful, he had to sit and listen to you scold him for almost an hour.
“shit.. gotta run,” toji immediately grabs tightly onto megumi, gets up and prepares to flee—not even realising that he cursed. again.
“sjit!” megumi giggles happily, the boy just having fun as his dad runs around with him, unaware of the reason nor of the meaning behind the words he’s repeating.
“mama shjit!”
toji’s eyes widened as he heard megumi combine the two words; mama—megumi’s favourite word—and shit, the bad word your son had just learnt.
your husband knows that that’ll only increase your fury more and thus shushes his kid while running around the house. your quick footsteps are just meters behind them;
dating a man ten years older than you came with its perks.
toji was experienced, mature, and could handle his business—whether that meant taking care of you, fixing whatever broke around the apartment, or handling himself in a fight (which let’s be real, he got into way too often for someone who claimed he just wanted to be left alone).
but let’s talk about the downsides.
the man acted like a damn grandpa.
he didn’t like staying up late, didn’t like going out, and especially didn’t like that you still liked doing those things. he hated technology, barely touched his phone unless he had to, and carried the most nonchalant, unbothered attitude you’d ever seen in your life. like nothing in the world could phase him except, apparently, the idea of you being out past a certain hour.
so when you told him you were going out tonight, his reaction was about as predictable as the sun rising.
“again?” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face like you’d just announced you were joining a cult.
you looked at him from the vanity, carefully applying your lip gloss. “yes, again.”
he exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees. “why?”
you turned around, giving him a look. “what do you mean why?”
“i mean why you always gotta be out so late?” he frowned, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “you know what time it is?”
“yes, grandpa,” you said, snatching your purse off the chair. “i know what time it is.”
he gave you that look—the one that said he was one more smart comment away from locking the door and calling it a night for both of you.
you ignored it, checking your phone instead. “i’m young and turnt. this is literally my time to be outside.”
he clicked his tongue. “y’all young people do too much.”
you sighed dramatically, walking over and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders from behind. “heyyy,” you cooed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “don’t be mad.”
“ain’t mad,” he muttered, but his arm still slid around your waist like it had a mind of its own.
“you just don’t like me going out,” you teased, playing with the collar of his shirt. “you scared somebody else is gonna snatch me up?”
he scoffed. “please.”
“then what’s the issue?”
“issue is, it’s late,” he grumbled. “city’s full of weirdos. and you don’t even have your pepper spray on you.”
“first of all,” you smirked, “i do.”
he narrowed his eyes. “show me.”
you dug it out of your purse and waved it in front of his face.
he hummed, mildly impressed. “alright. second of all, what?”
you gave him a confused look.
“you just said first of all,” he said, eyes slightly narrowed. “what’s the second point?”
you laughed and shoved him lightly. “i don’t have one. i just wanted to sound serious.”
he sighed again, rubbing his temples. “goodness.”
you grinned and pressed another kiss to his cheek. “i’ll be fine, okay? promise.”
he wasn’t convinced—not even a little but he also knew he wasn’t winning this argument. so instead, he leaned back on the bed, giving you that lazy, half lidded smirk of his.
“you call that an outfit?”
you gasped, looking down at yourself. “excuse me?”
“got a whole damn closet,” he muttered, grabbing his phone like he needed a distraction, “and that’s what you pick?”
you huffed. “first of all, this is cute.” you posed a little for emphasis. “second of all, why you paying so much attention?”
“cause i know how these men think,” he grumbled. “see you looking fine, they start acting stupid.”
you smirked. “so you do think i look fine?”
he gave you an unimpressed look that somehow still managed to make your stomach flip.
you laughed, grabbing his face in both hands. “toji, i promise i will be fine. i’m literally just going out to drink and dance.”
“that’s what they all say,” he muttered, but he still let you press another kiss to his lips.
you pulled away smiling. “you want me to bring you something back?”
“yeah,” he yawned, already stretching out across the bed. “peace and quiet.”
you rolled your eyes and walked toward the door. “you’re so dramatic.”
he just waved you off, already getting comfortable under the covers.
but by the time you got home, slipping through the door at 3 am, guess who was waiting?
“…you up?” you whispered, tiptoeing inside like that would somehow make the late hour less obvious.
toji sat on the couch, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in the dark living room.
“…yeah.”
you blinked. “you stayed up this whole time?”
“obviously.”
“…why?”
he gave you a dry look that said everything he wasn’t about to say out loud.
you grinned, walking over and climbing straight onto his lap without asking. he sighed, but his hand still found its way down your back, rubbing slow circles like he’d been waiting for the contact.
“i hate you,” he muttered.
“no, you don’t.” you nuzzled into his neck, pressing a soft kiss there. “you love me.”
he grumbled something under his breath but didn’t deny it.
“you tired?” you whispered.
“yeah,” he muttered. “let’s go to bed.”
you hummed, closing your eyes against his shoulder. “carry me?”
“hell no.”
you giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders anyway.
dating a man ten years older than you came with its downsides.
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