A/N: omgomgomg after a billion years I finally finished my first full length fic *applause* Anyways ty to the beautiful network of people that are the #1 hype squad @smols-n-tols. I hope you guys enjoy~
Pairing: NCT’s Ten x Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Slight Humor? Just Another Soulmate!AU ™
give me loud arguments about miscellaneous things that are useless and funny instead of being malicious
give me them picking out bed sheets and curtains
give me a fic where they get together because they laugh and have a good time instead of because they’re both attracted to each other because they’re so much more
give me dancing in their underwear
i want harry to make stupid puns and draco to try holding his mouth shut “because my sides are aching please stop”
give me draco learning how to work a blender with lots of laughing and newlywed smiles
give me draco and harry gardening
give me pillow fights and draco stealing the sheets and harry fixing the floo and foot massages and them telling each other about their day
give me something besides the “blah blah our love is forbidden” because they don’t love each other because it’s forbidden, they love each other because they understand each other, they make each other laugh, and they’re honestly all the other one has ever wanted
two say it to each other once a year. Even then, it can be really tough to get it out of him. Why is it so easy for you to say it but not for The Joker?!
The Joker is sitting in his favorite
chair, dreading the imminent moment that will come shortly.
“All right, handsome, it’s that time
of the year again,” you skip towards him and he gets out of trance. You
straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He growls, rolling his eyes:
“Oh, no, Kitten, is it really?”
“Yeap, so here it comes, brace yourself,
don’t faint on me: I LOVE YOU. Muahhhh!” you kiss him, glad you got the chance to
do this again. “Now your turn!”
“Oh, God, nooo,” J whines, resting
his pale forehead on yours. “Do I really have to?!”
“It’s only one time a year, baby, you’re
not going to die from it.”
“But we don’t say mushy stuff to each
other,” he complains some more, starting to kiss your neck because he sooo
wants to get out of this.
“NO! You have to say it! Come on,
baby, can’t you make your girl happy?” you pout, yanking on his green hair,
this way you can stare in his blue eyes you like so much.
“Don’t I always make you happy?” he
scoffs, biting his lower lip with a confident look on his face.
“Weeelll, I… guess,” you debate,
thinking for a moment.
“Hey, watch it!” he slaps your butt,
pretending to be offended.
“Don’t try to change the subject, say
it! Come on, pleeeeseee, I really want to hear it,” you beg, fakely sobbing
because he’s getting on your nerves. He
does this every year.
“Dammit, woman, this is not cool, I
just want to put it out there,” he talks in a deep voice, being sure he will
have a stroke or something soon. J then takes a deep breath and mumbles: “ I love you,” with such a painful grimace on his face you start feeling obnoxious.
You’re sure he would rather get shot 10 times before uttering those words he
hates so much.
“Are you OK?” you sarcastically inquire, pretending to be
concerned about his labored breathing. ”That took a lot of effort, huh? Didn’t even
really hear it. Say it clearly so I can understand.”
“Hell, no, Princess,” he pants, sensing he’s starting to sweat from the ordeal.
“What’s the big deal? You don’t even
know what it really means anyway,” you furrow your eyebrows, disappointed.
The Joker gasps, irritated:
“Whaa’ ? I totally know what it
“Oh, yeah, baby? What does being in love mean?”
He frowns, searching for the words in his mind. Shit, it’s so hard, why
does he have the impression this is a test he’s gonna fail?
“Well, Pumpkin,” he blinks slowly,
planting a quick kiss on your cleavage, “it’s that…weird feeling you get in
your stomach and it hurts and…it’s uncomfortable. See? At least I know this
You pucker your lips, aggravated:
“Baby, you just described
He looks so puzzled:
“No fucking way, Princess!”
“Yes way,” you whimper. Why does he have to be like this?!
“Oh, yeah, admit it.”
“No kitten, I nailed it. And you’re
totally wrong.” Oops, that slipped.
You green eyes darken.
“I am never totally wrong,
Mister Jaayy!” you call him by his full nickname, emphasizing it, which means
He snarls, pinching you.
“Hey, don’t get grouchy on me Princess.
Daddy doesn’t like it.”
“Then say it like you mean it for once, my God, why are you so difficult all
He gulps and gathers all his
strength, holding to your waist so hard it almost makes you unable to breathe,
but you understand his struggle and pretend not to notice.
“I love you,” J blurs it out clearly,
collapsing his head in your cleavage, exhausted.” Jesus, woman, you’ll be the
death of me, you’re so demanding,” he grumbles and you stroke his hair, excited
you got your way. It wasn’t perfect, but
it really is the best he can do.
“There, there, baby, you’re OK, I got
you, I think you survived this year also,” you kiss his forehead, lifting his
“You think so? It nearly killed me,”
he sniffles, teasing you. In the same
time it’s kind of true.
“My poor baby,” you sweetly whisper,
kissing him softly, “doing this for his girl.” You kiss him again. And you see
a faint smile on his lips. “I do appreciate the sacrifice”(kiss) “and the
torment you have to survive on a yearly basis.” You kiss him and bite his lip
“Damn right,” he agrees, closing his
eyes, savoring you pampering him.
“Nobody is ever that super nice to his girl, you know that baby?” You take
your top off and throw it on the floor. The Joker starts purring with a huge
“U-humm,” he agrees, squeezing your
body even closer to him. You grind your hips against his, taunting him. You start
tracing his Jester tattoo, trying not to giggle when you feel it.
“My, my, what’s this, baby? Is it
your gun or are you happy to see me?”
He lets out a devilish laugh and you
sense his hand going down to his pocket, searching around.
“I think it’s both, Kitten,” he
“You’re lucky you’re sexy…well, for a
jerk, I mean…AUCH!” He gropes you, grumbling:
“Ssstttt, stop talking, you’re
ruining the magic,” J takes one of your bra straps off your shoulder and kisses
it, then goes up to your neck, uncontrollably breathing on your skin.
“Yes! Oh, yes, I can feel my stomach
hurting, must be love. Ahhhh, it hurts soooo bad,” you snicker, making fun of him.
“Shut up, I don’t sound like that…Do
“Nooo way, baby, you are always so
romantic,” you roll your eyes, amused.
“I know,” he shamelessly admits and
takes credit for crap he doesn’t do. You stare at each other for a few more
seconds and you just have to say it:
“I love you, you jerk; I really do,”
and the tone in your voice changed to a serious one.
J coughs up a storm and clenches his
fist to his chest:
“I can’t take another I love you, I hope it counts for next
year,” he coughs some more, pretending to be in pain.
You cup his face and kiss him
roughly, this way he shuts it down.
“I’m being very serious, J , I really
love you, you…you… pain in the ass!”
One glance at the expression on your face and he realizes it’s time to cut it
He brings his lips to your ear and
“Do you think I don’t know? I love
you too, and this one counts for next year’s so don’t try to get it out of me
when the time comes.”
Your heart beats so fast; this, you
didn’t expect: something more real for once, but you kind of have to pay him back
for all the shit so you start coughing.
“I think I’m dying, I can’t handle
this mushy stuff, baby! It’s too much, please stop! My stomach, it’s aching
again. All this love…ewwwww.”
“Stop.Being.Sassy.Doll.” J slaps you
after each word, glad he got everything out of the way and made it alive.
Your grip around his neck intensifies
and he takes you other bra strap off your shoulder with his silver teeth,
getting into his naughty mood.
“Don’t stop,” you moan, enjoying his
touch and J starts purring again.
“Jerks never stop, Doll.” He leans
over to kiss you, totally smitten with the way you look at him.
It must be love.
(Or that stomach- ache-love- thing he was talking about.)
looked around the stage after finishing your performance with your group and
smiled. Not only did you love singing and hip hop dancing, you also loved the
cheers that erupted after your performance, telling you how loved your group
was and all the hard work you guys went through was worth it. You just wanted
the feeling to last for as long as possible, because you knew the moment you
stepped off the stage, the feeling would begin to fade.
Dear bones, please stop aching. Please stop shaking when it’s cold at night, it’s making people think I’m crying.
Dear bones, please stop making it look like I’m breaking.
Dear bones, how are you so lonely beneath my skin? How are you so scared, wrapped in all that blood and meat?
Dear bones, you’ve never been safer than you are right now. This knife’s too blunt to cut through the skin, let alone start carving.
Dear bones, I can hear you rattle in the dark as I toss and turn, why are you keeping me awake?
Dear bones, won’t you ever rest?
There’s a crematorium in my chest where my heart burns constantly for the dead. Set fire to the tinder, and my miserable marrow will melt. I’m armed to the teeth with prayers and the taste of bullets, metallic on my tongue, and stinging. Fear curls around my throat like fingers, and I’m choking on emptiness, in the bed where I drank away my youth. And my trigger is ready.
There are cobwebs tangled in my skeleton, dancing to the breeze of my heart. My pulse, my weak pulse. It’s barely beating but it’s big enough to grind me down to dust. I’m a broken machine covered in grime and rust. My poor heart is hidden and so weak in its hurting, it’s so worn down by my wasteful writing and wording. It remembers every victim, it remembers every martyr, it remembers every body hidden behind the curtains.