#(not sure if triggering is the right word but. i get SO instantly distressed whenever i think about going back to university)

[gumy-shark]

hmm. as it turns out when i get really bitchy and distressed and despairing over one of my mental problems and get really scared that it’ll always be this bad forever, that that might just be part of my Dealing With It process. because i am feeling Remarkably better about most of the stuff i’ve vented about these past couple weeks

[moonagedaydreamohyeah]

Hi!! Welcome back! I saw you'retaking prompts, so I hope it's okay for me to send a lil one 🥺 I have this idea where Bucky has nightmares constantly, and they get so bad he can't wake up. So after a couple of weeks, he's barely holding on, Steve tries something though. And now wherever he has a nightmare, he grabs his hand, to soothe him while telling him various memories of them, their wedding, their childhood. It works, Bucky calms down eventually and then wakes up. Telling Steve his dream shifted at a certain point and stopped being scary. I had this idea but I truly cannot write at all, if you choose to do it (it's totally fine if you don't though) I know you'll do a great job! Tysm

Hii Nonnie! Thank you soo so much for your prompt, I’m sorry it took so long! Here it is though, it turned out pretty long but I hope you like it!!🙏🌼💗

Trigger warnings for some angst and trauma related stuff and a close-to panic attack - I promise it gets fluffy before long☺️

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The first thing Steve registered as he slowly became aware of his surroundings was the darkness of their room, suggesting that it was nowhere close to being morning yet.

He slowly blinked his eyes open and as he reached his hand out he came in contact with heated and sweat-clammy skin at the same time as he heard the tell-tale whimpering sounds from beside him, which instantly alerted to the cause of him having woken up in the first place.

As he sat up and turned the lamp at his bedside on, Steve looked at the distressed face of his boyfriend, at the way that his hands are opening and closing around the sheet in tight fists as if battling through a pain that was only a memory, but probably felt just as fresh and real as the approaching dawn.

Running a hand tiredly over his face, Steve suspected the bone deep exhaustion which is the product of almost two weeks of sleepless nights, for the fact that he didn’t realise what was happening the moment he stirred into wakefulness.

Steve took a deep breath in a lost effort to gather himself for what appeared to be another sleepless night with Bucky reliving the worst moments of his life while Steve sat helplessly beside him, unable to wake him up from the horror he was reliving and bring him back to reality.

When this specific brand of night terrors had first started, Steve had gone through any and all means that he and Bucky could come up with to wake him up, finding that not one of them was enough to tear Bucky from the deep sleep he was caught up in and the painful memories that came with it.

It wasn’t like nightmares were any kind of new experience for either of them, which of course couldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. They had both experienced stuff that would bring anyone nightmares, and Bucky’s mind especially only had to dig through what seemed like a bottomless pile of more than 70 years incomparable trauma and replay it, whenever it wanted to procure night terrors of the kind that would have most people opt for never sleeping again, if it meant they didn’t have to relive it - which is what Bucky would have preferred too, if it wasn’t for his therapist having put him on a strict sleeping schedule and medication to ensure that he would actually sleep within those set times, in a sympathetic voice ensuring him that the only road to recovery was through.

Usually the other would be there to wake up whomever of them were unlucky enough to run into a nightmare bad enough to wake the other up, and they would be able to hold each other until they could talk it out and eventually go back to sleep, until they were ready to go back to sleep.

They even had a ritual set up for the really bad ones. They would put on a pot of coffee and have a cup each, indulging in plenty of cream and sugar and drink them while watching an episode or two of Steven Universe on the TV.

As none of that was something they’d gotten to enjoy before waking up in the 21’st century, due to rationing and what not, that usually brought them had suffered right back to reality, reminding them that they had both escaped the pain of the past, and were now back together in the somewhat peaceful life they had managed to create for themselves in this new time and place.

But since these particular nightmares had started, none of that had been of use anymore. No matter what Steve tried, Bucky simply wouldn’t wake up and all Steve could do was sit helplessly by his side while the whimpers and cries for help rose in volume,

That didn’t stop Steve from trying though. Reaching out to try and shake Bucky out of it, Steve tried to keep the desperation out of his voice as he spoke.

“Bucky, baby, come on wake up. You’re dreaming sweetheart, you aren’t there anymore, you’re right here with me, all you gotta do is wake up.”

As he’d come to expect though, it was no use. If anything, the nightmare only seemed to be intensifying, if the full body shiver and increasingly loud whimpers of pain was anything to go by. Steve could feel his voice wavering as he shook him a little harder while he tried to speak over the devastating sounds coming from his love.

“Bucky, please. C’mon, baby, wake up. Sweetheart.”

It was when Bucky, still not showing any signs of waking up, let out a loud, high pitched cry of ‘please, no, no more, no more please, it hurts!’ that Steve suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. His breath hitched as the sob he’d been trying to hold back suddenly tore from his throat and without thinking, he was throwing the covers off and leaping out of their shared bed and into the living room where he braced himself on the back of the couch and took in gasping breaths as he tried to control the sobs that kept coming.

As his breathing only picked up the pace, Steve felt himself steer into what would no doubt become a full blown panic attack if he didn’t get a hold of himself. He slid down to sit the floor and placed his between his knees while back and forth to eight in his in a last ditch effort to slow his breathing; ‘breathe in for eight, and then out for eight’ he recited in his head.

Finally feeling his breathing start to even out, he remembered something that Mary-Ann, Bucky’s therapist, had stressed in one of their shared sessions;

‘You can’t cure another person’s pain or trauma, and the minute you catch yourself trying or beating yourself up over not being successful in doing so, you’re only making the situation worse by creating more pain for yourself along side with the pain your loved one is already in. Working through this stuff is only something you can do for yourself. The best you can do is be by their side to support them through it and try to diminish the strain of negative thoughts and other practical stuff that takes energy away from the effort that it takes to get better.’

Bucky and Steve both had trauma to work through, and figuring out to best help each other without putting too much strain on themselves and taking on the other’s struggles as well, had been a difficult balance to achieve when they had first been brought back to each other. But through therapy and conversations they had managed to get into a pretty good rhythm when it came to balancing their relationship and everyday life which all the baggage they each brought into it, by being there for each other in the best way possible.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t still hard sometimes, and these nightmares had taken a serious toll on both of them, so it wasn’t any wonder that Steve was at his limit. Had it only taken out on the nights, that would have been a different thing. But Bucky had been restless and tired in the day too, often staring off into the distance seemingly caught up in his own head. Steve, having been kept up by Bucky’s nightmares, had slowly felt the weight of Bucky’s struggles and the overall gloomy mood in their shared home, become to much to bear with his sparring energy resources.

Reminding himself once again of Mary-Ann’s words, Steve tried to shake off the feeling of inadequacy as he slowly got up from the floor. ‘The only way to get past this is through,’ he thought decisively, ‘and we will get through it.’

Even though Steve suddenly couldn’t bear to not be by Bucky’s side for one more moment, he opted to take a quick detour into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, before he braces himself and returned to the bedroom.

By now whatever Bucky was reliving had sent him into a state of thrashing around on the sheets, throwing the covers halfway off to reveal his sweat soaked shirt, accompanied the sound of pleading, painful sounding whimpers that bordered on sobs.

Sitting himself back on the bed, Steve used one hand to grab a firm hold of Bucky’s that was now clutching the sheet hard enough that it was a wonder he hadn’t torn a hole in it yet, and started rubbing soothing circles over the back while he smoothed Bucky’s hair away from his sweaty face. Steve took a deep breath to collect himself before he started talking in a soothing voice.

“It’s okay, Buck, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere sweetheart” He didn’t know if he was still talking to Bucky or mostly trying to convince himself, when he continued, “I can’t take the pain away, but I can at least be here by your side through it, huh? Just like your Mary-Ann told us: that’s all I can do, and I’ll do it sweetheart, I’ll stay right here. I’m sorry I had to leave for a little while, but I promise I’m here now, okay? Just like you were always right there for me.”

Thinking back to the first of those awful winters when Steve had been so sick that not one doctor dared reassure his ma that he would be sure to pull through, Steve continued in that same, low voice, mostly just thinking out loud by now. He almost didn’t notice that Bucky’s whimpers had toned down a little bit and the thrashing was starting to calm down again into those god awful full body shivers.

“I guess I know how you felt now, going though those winters back then, huh? Oh god, how awful that must have been for you, baby, I get that now, don’t I? Sitting there, unable to do a damn thing but always reassuring me that I would get through even when everyone else doubted it. You always stayed, and I swear baby, that must’ve been what got me through at least the half of it.” Steve had to breath in deep again to keep the emotion out of his voice.

“Remember that first winter? We can’t have been that old, maybe nine or ten I think..” Steve mused, caught up in the memories. “Yeah, that must’ve been it. I remember ‘cause we had been playing all day out in the rain and we didn’t even notice how cold it was. Your ma gave us such an earful when we came home, soaked through and teeth chattering. I remember her going at us while we stood in the bathroom, naked as the day we were born and shivering, while she got the bath ready. She had that voice on, the one she used when we’d been exceptionally stupid”, Steve scoffed quietly. “‘You boys, I swear,’ she would always say, ‘it’s barely forty degrees outside and you run around in the rain like that; you’ll get sick, that’s for sure. You boys don’t think we have better things to spent all our hot water on?’ and I remember her voice soften when she told us, ‘you gotta take better care of yourselves, especially you Steve, with how skinny you are.’ I think she was probably more worried than mad though. God, I miss your ma sometimes. She was such a wonderful woman. Always had a thing or two to say about the shenanigans we got up to, but you could always tell she wasn’t really all that mad. She was right too, of course. I spent the entire winter in bed, doing my best to cough up half a lung while you sat by my side with that determined look on your face, like you were prepared to fight off death himself if he ever even thought of bothering to show up.”

By now Bucky was visibly calming down, the only signs of distress being the furrow of his brow and the occasional clenching and unclenching of the fist that Steve wasn’t holding onto, so Steve kept talking in the hope that that was what was finally doing the trick.

“And you never let me go out after that, without being practically bunched up in a hundred layers, even if it meant you had to freeze your balls off.” Steve chuckled to himself, suddenly recalling a very fond memory. “Oh, and then when it finally got hot outside again and we were out playing - we were with that girl, what was her name again..” Steve thought back, trying to remember. “- Laurel? Loraine? You know, the one with the pretty curls you were always pulling at when her family sat in front of us in church and no one was looking. Anyway, you found that penny on the ground and decided you were gonna buy us ice cream cones, but of course one penny turned out to only be enough for one. And I remember the look on her face when you said I should have it, god, she was so disappointed. But I had lost weight from being sick all winter and I was even skinnier than usual, and you were all like ‘look at him, he needs fattening up, it’s only fair, here you go Stevie, you have it’ and you wouldn’t hear any complaints about it.”

Steve was brought back from his reminiscing by Bucky rolling over onto his back and letting out a small sigh, any signs of the nightmare having disappeared from his features. Steve was flooded with relief as he smiled down at him and continued softly. “It was all there, right in front of my face, even back then, wasn’t it? I can’t believe I spent all those years being jealous of all the ladies who were always keen on dancing with you when we went out. You only ever had eyes for me, huh?”

Steve startled at the sound of Bucky’s sleep rough mumble. “‘Course, you punk”

Squeezing his hand, Steve checked to make sure he had heard right. “Bucky? Hey, you awake honey?”

Bucky squeezed back, letting out a grumbled “Mmh.. wha’s going on, why’re you up?” but he seemed to quickly rise from his sleepy state at Steve’s choked “oh thank god”

“Hey, Steve what’s wrong, huh? Look at me, what happened? You have a nightmare or somethin’”? Bucky asked, wiping away a single tear of pure relief that had apparently escaped and was trailing down Steve’s left cheek. His look of worry turned into one of realisation though, when it dawned on him. “Oh shit, it was me having a nightmare again huh? It happened again, didn’t it? Aww I’m sorry Stevie.”

“No no, please don’t apologise,” Steve hurried to reassure him. “It’s not your fault Buck. I’m just so relieved you’re back with me. It’s just hard, you know? Seeing you in that much pain and not being able to do a thing about it,” Steve sniffled.

“Yeah, I know Stevie, I know.” Bucky expression briefly shifted to one of confusion. “How’d you wake me up? I thought we’d practically tried everything by now.”

“I didn’t, at first,” Steve said, “I just starting talking to you and then when it seemed to calm you down a bit I kinda just kept going with like, talking about memories that came up, you know from back when we were kids.”

“Oh yeah.” Bucky furrowed his brows in thought. “I don’t really remember what the nightmare was about, only that it was awful and then the dream sort of.. shifted. Something about my ma giving us an earful and then something about ice cream cones and brown curls?” Bucky’s face shifted, as if he’d remembered something funny. “God, you remember that time I found that penny? And that girl, Loraine I think, she got so mad when I bought you ice cream instead of her,” Bucky chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s the story I was telling,” Steve smiled. “To be fair, that was kind of dick move, Barnes. Ain’t no way to treat a lady.”

“Hey! You were so skinny! You clearly needed it more than her!” Bucky defended himself. “And by the way, it wasn’t exactly her I was trying to impress.” Bucky said, waggling his eyebrows.

Steve snorted. “Yeah, alright, you’re a real charmer.”

“Don’t you know it,” Bucky said. Smiling more softly, he leaned in so his forehead was resting against Steve’s. “I’m really sorry for waking you up honey. It sucks that you have to be here through all that Stevie, I know it ain’t easy on you.”

“Nah,” Steve answered. “I’m right where I want to be. Till the end of the line and all that, remember? Not planning to go anywhere”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed softly, and then in an almost whisper, sounding suddenly vulnerable, “I love you so much, Stevie.”

Sensing that Bucky was finally feeling some of the raw emotion that was left over from the nightmare he’d just endured, now that he knew that Steve was okay, Steve lifted up to plant a lingering kiss on his forehead. Rubbing a hand soothingly up and down Bucky’s back, he noted that his t-shirt was still soaked from sweat. “Me too, Buck. Me too. Hey, why don’t I go make a pot of coffee and turn the TV on and you come join me once you’ve cleaned up a little?”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, burying himself a bit closer into Steve’s embrace before pulling away and offering a grateful smile. “That sounds good.”

[fan-da-nerd]

“we don’t tolerate that here” a Hermitcraft fanfic

yso i saw an anon post from @give-grian-rights that gave me inspiration to write a Hermitcraft one-shot based on the Sam’s funeral... story? anyway, i hope you enjoy

TW: panic attacks, trauma, death, beating abusers to death, vomiting  mention

no one planned for it to happen, no one really even knew. but that changed one day when mumbo was just wandering around the forest and found himself at the foot of Grian’s mansion. the prismirine build towered above him, casting a shadow over him in the late day sun. The mustacheio’d man decided to have a peek inside the mansion just to see if Grian was there and if he’d done anything new.  

he strolled inside, past the map corridor into the main room. he huffed quietly as he looked around at the sprawling sorting system. you really need to get on that he thought to himself. he continued to look around, not seeing Grian anywhere. 

just then he heard crying. quiet and whimpering from behind the rows of HMMMMM. Mumbo made his way around them, looking around for the source of the noise. he found it in a bundle of red jumper and shimmering wings. wings wrapped tight around him as he laid curled on the floor.��mumbo moved swiftly over to him, slowing when he got close. 

“Grian?” he spoke gently as he took a step closer. the man on the floor curled up tighter with a yelp, shaking with unsteady breath. “its ok Grian, its me, mumbo.” he whimpered again then gagged and cough roughly. this continued, gagging and wheezing so much then he uncurled  and braced himself up. mumbo hurried over to his friend and rested his hand on his back. Grian flinched in surprise but continued to cough. 

“hey, hey, Grian look at me. its ok, what do you need? mumbo asked in a panic. Grian wheezed again, but finally looked up at mumbo. eyes bloodshot and face pale from fear and pain. the dark haired man moved quickly when Grian started gagging again. grabbing the nearest composter and moving it in front of his friend, helping him get up and lean against it. 

“what happened, did you eat a pufferfish? do you need a health potion, milk?” he continued berating him with questions as he started to get up to grabbed whichever liquid he could find first. As he started to stand he felt a hand rest on his knee. he looked down and met Grian’s eyes, where the shorter man just slowly shook his head. tears ran down his face and his breathing still jerked and wheezed. Mumbo slowly kneeled down again as Grian turned and coughed again, starting to claw at his throat. 

“Grian, don’t. what’s happening?” he muttered in distress. Grian didn’t speak for a moment the muttered.

“pan- panic” 

mumbo thought for a moment panic, panic, panic- “panic attack?” he asked quickly. Grian nodded, holding his throat and coughing like he was trying to cough something up. 

“water” he muttered, and mumbo began rummaging though his bag for a water bucket. he pulled it out and handed it to Gri, who chugged it in less than 30 seconds. he coughed but finally leaned back, his chest rose up and down sporadically.

“hey, hey. breath Grian. in for 5-”

they continued like this together, in, hold, out.in a couple minute Grian had stopped crying,  and his breathing had steadied to a normal steady pace. mumbo moved in front of him slowly. “ok, Grian. what happened? you don’t have to tell me, but if you are willing to. I want to help.” Grian stared off into nothing, his eyes started to well up with tears again as he seemed to see things no one else could. Mumbo could hear him trying to force his breath to stay calm. Grian took a deep breath, then everything began to spill out.

“I saw a white rabbit and it sent me spiraling and i couldn't stop thinking and he hurt me it hurt so bad he cut my wings, forces plastic down my throat he tried to MURDER me Mumbo he put a knife in my side and i still feel like there's plastics lodged in my throat and I want to scream and cry whenever i think about it and Sam so many and done so much terrible things and he didn’t get his karma-” this vent ended is mumbo grabbing him and pulling him close, trying to stop the spiraling before it gets back to how it was when he found him. Grian's shoulders when slack and he leaned into the hug, and they sat there together in silence. 

mumbo sat there, trying to think of something to say to this. he knew that Grian didn’t like talking too much about his early past. sure they’d learned some things, other worlds like Evo and projects he did in his own world but they never knew much. and definitely not this. he thought for what felt like an hour before finally asking. “are you ok now?” He could feel Grian hesitate, but nod. “ok. whatever happened in your past, its not the present. you’re with us now.” 

Grian took a breath and pulled away from his mustached friend. His eyes softened and he smiled. “thanks mumbo.” he nodded and stood up, offering a hand to his shorter friend. Grian took his hand and pulled himself to his feet, stumbling but standing. 

“hey Grian?”

“yeah?” 

“is it ok if i tell X about this? so that more people can know about your triggers and avoid-” he made a vague gesture “this? its ok if not” Grian thought for a moment then nodded.

“probably easier than me trying to talk though it” he chuckled quietly at the end. Mumbo smiled, half happy half concerned before glancing at the door. 

“ok, then I think I’m going to leave now. if your ok-” Grian cut him off with a nod. Mumbo waved goodbye, then took off with only 20 rockets. 

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Mumbo flew around, weaving between the towers of the jungle looking for the Admin.  he eventually spotted him in his main tower and landed on the balcony. Xisuma was setting his ravenger helmet, no doubt having just changed after a decked out run. he spotted mumbo and spun around, grabbing his Bee helmet on the way around. “Mr. Jumbo, what do i own the pleasurer?” 

“hey X...” Mumbo started, very suddenly realizing he did not know how to open this conversation. “I wanted to let you know about something that happened with Grian.” X’s face fell a little as he tilted his head to the side 

“is he ok? 

mumbo sighed and shrugged “not really. i found him having a panic attack in his mansion. he said he’s ok now but i thought you should know.” 

“oh,’ Xisuma’s voice softened as he sat down against the wall, locking his helmet on as he went. “mind telling me what happened?” Mumbo sat down across from him and began to explain everything he could remember. Clipped wings, attempted murder, stabbing, harassments, unfulfilled karma. it was a little hard to see Xisuma’s expression behind the black visor, but Mumbo could make out concern with tinges of anger. an expression he was not used to seeing on the bee man. when mumbo finished X was deep in thought. he nodded slowly before looking down at his communicator. the device they use to message, research, change worlds, ect. 

“did he say who this was?” Mumbo pauses for a minute as he tried to remember. 

“it was... Sam? the spiral was also caused by a white rabbit. that's all i really know.” X nodded and looked back up at Mumbo.

“thanks for letting me know.” something about his voice sat oddly with the dark haired man but he let it go. to be honest Mumbo was angry himself. that someone would hurt Grian like that and not his due. he stood up and nodded at X, who nodded back. something told him that X understood what Mumbo was feeling. He turned around and jumped off the tower, taking off into the blue. “Sam.. rabbit.” X muttered to himself as he began to type into his device. 

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the next morning came with an odd message from X.

‘if anyone would like to join me in punishing, meet at the SD between the diamond trees in 5’ -Xisumavoid

‘sounds fun. I’m in’ -TangoTek

‘what?” -impulseSV

5 minutes later roughly half the server was there. some out of curiosity, some trusting that if X wants to punish someone its probably reasonable.  Etho, impulse, Ren, Mumbo, False, tango, Iskall, Wels, and of course Xisuma were all gathered together in front of the whirling portal.

“mind explaining why we’re gathered here?” Wels asked as he looked around at how many people had arrived. X took and breath and walked in front of the group. 

“ladies and gentleman, today we’re here because a member of our community has terrible trauma and an abuser who got away without punishment. an abuser who killed, maimed, manipulated, and injured multiple people in a non responing world” silence fell over the group in surprise. “I believe they deserve to get punished. you in?” no words were spoken but Wels stood up tall and pulled his sword. others followed suit and did the same. Etho pulled his bow and tango loaded a crossbow with a rocket. X nodded, and began to type into his device. 

as they stood around, none of the notice and short man in a jumper flying into the district. he started towards the barge but turned when he saw a gathering of half the server who looked like they were ready for homicide. he didn’t want to interrupt so he kept to the side and just watched. of all the things he thought could be happening, Sam Gladiator falling from the sky was not on that list. every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to book it or throw hands but instead it just froze stock still. 

The Bunny boy plummeted from the sky and landed with a hard thud. he stood, with everything spinning but saw himself surrounded by people he did not know. at first. then, hiding beside a large blue sea creature he saw an old friend of his. glancing around, the multiple armed adults was... surprising, but not too concerning. Everyone was dying or killing back home. he stood to his feet and took a step towards the older kid. as he did this, mumbo followed his gaze and spotted the small bundle of red and gray, panicking instantly. without thinking he lurched forward and shot his blade out, blocking Sam from getting to Grian. 

he looked up at Grian and only saw fear, he had taken a step back in perfect sync with Sam stepping forward. Instantly, mumbo only saw red hot rage. X’s voice broke the daze as he spoke of the crowd. “you are the one who hurt him, aren’t you?” his tone implied that he wasn’t really asking. 

Sam turned to him and laughed. “Its not that bad-” 

“You. abused. him.” X snapped back, exasperated and pissed. “and we don’t tolerate that here. Go.” that was all that was needed. 

The fight broke out instantly, a kid with a knife clashing with explosions and swords. People of both sides had blades stabbed into them and the bunny boy held surprisingly well in the fight. that does not mean he did well. he died multiple times and every time he responed again and got back into the fight. it was nearly impossible to head over the clash of metal and fireworks a yard from your face. The incoming storm did not help, the distant roar of thunder and shocks of light made the whole thing even more disorienting. 

Grian watched this go on, seeing the people he loved and the land he called home. for the first time in a while, he looked at the white rabbit ear and still felt safe. they were willing to research, summon, and fight a guy they don't even know except as a murderer. just because he had hurt Grian. his muscles relaxed as he blinked the shock out of his eyes. he watched the fight rage on, the dark clouds coming in, and got an idea. he slinked into guardian goodies and found the ender chest. he rummaged through it and found what he was looking for. standing up and pulled out the glistening trident, lightning crackling between the prongs. he climbed up guardian goodies, stood up on the top, and he smiled. He felt absolutely honored and loved by the hermits, but it was time for him to face his past. this was his fight, and he knew that the hermits were by his side in the battle. 

he pulled up his device and typed two simple words.

‘get back.’- grian

everyone looked around, and when they finally saw him his eye were sharp on Sam. Trident lifted above his head, crackling with power and magic. his knuckles turned white as he thought about all that had happened, everything that he’d done. everyone pulled away from Sam, leaving him exposed as Grian finally shot forward and let it all go.

lightning cracked down on sam, and this time he didn’t respon

no proofreading, we die like men

[jj-ktae]

Note II - Aldehydes

Moodboard : Courtesy of the lovely Jacqueline @jaebeomsmullet​​ ! Thank you for helping and hyping and just being here whenever I need it.

›  Title : Fragrances ›  Genre : Angst, Fluff, Romance, Composer!Jungkook x Perfume Maker!Reader ›  Pairing :  Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader ›  Warning : Mentions of Suicide, heavy subjects, depression (none of these are used with the idea of glamourising mental illness), strong language, smut in later chapters probably. Do not read if any of these trigger you.

›  Author’s note : This is another version of the story I wrote a few years ago for GOT7. Some of the events will be different, others will not change just like some paragraphs will be the same and others won’t. Informations, definitions and words are taken from here and here.

›  Summary : In the world of Perfume making, it is believed that everyone has their own natural fragrance. It is also believed that everyone has that one scent capable of making them feel a thousand things. You find yours in the form of a composer on the verge of breaking, right when you have to face one of the biggest challenge in your life.

Masterlist | Note I - Ionones | 

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Note II: Aldehydes

An aroma chemical that contains a functional group consisting of a carbon, a hydrogen, and an oxygen atom. Aldehydes can be derived from natural or synthetic materials. There are different types of scents associated with this chemical function but the most commonly referred to when profiling a scent as “aldehydic” is a sharp, metallic, crisp, slightly fatty impression often associated with the smell of clean textile or hot iron. One of the first “aldehydic” fragrances is the famous N°5 created by Perfumer Ernest Beaux in 1920 and launched by Gabrielle Chanel in 1921.

Your second day is worse than the first one. Jimin is all over the place, mixing essences and sniffing everything he can. You’re glad though, it makes him go silent whenever he concentrates on something, and you have time for focus. It doesn’t help because you’re still frustrated if not more, but at least you can overburden yourself in peace.

 The only light in all that shadow comes from the memory of Jungkook’s scent, precise yet unknown. You try to create something similar, but it’s everything and nothing at the same time and no matter the amount or variety of scent you use, you can’t even get close to it

His scent is a mystery.

It adds to your misery, like a voice mocking you for not being able to recognise a scent while another one forces you to crave for more. It feels like chasing a ghost.

The sound of your head against your office takes Jimin out of his momentum. “What’s happening?” He inquires. He gets up from his own working area to stand next to your powerless soul.

“When is the meeting?” You try because it is potentially the only hope for today. That powerful lady came in early to inform you about an upcoming meeting with the marketing team. The project seems big, because Jimin started to work as soon as she flew out of the laboratory. It’s been one day and he is so open about himself that you can already read his body language.

“3 p.m. I was thinking about a brainstorming. Let’s think about a concept.” He offers because this is going nowhere. You’re about to give up at any minute, and he needs you to be into it.

“What concept? I’m running in circles.” 

“Sexy? Provocateur? Romantic? Angsty? Bucolic?” 

“All of these have already been worked on so many times...I don’t think they want to go for something as...forthright. I’m quite sure they won’t be satisfied with a mere sexy perfume.” It’s what you understood - if your sudden creative freedom is anything to go by.

Jimin understands, his eyes now wide. He has no idea how to achieve that, but he still thinks you’re brilliant for thinking out of the box. He picks his notepad and starts writing everything you said, his brows furrowed.

“We want to be unique. The concept needs to be appealing to the greatest number without being too cliché. We are free to use what we want.” He notes things down and you find yourself peeking at the words, meaningful yet complex.

“So we need to mix a little bit of everything.” Jimin stops for a minute before a whine escapes his thick lips, “I’m lost, help me.”

“We can’t work this way.” You raise your head slowly, ruffling your wild locks in a nonchalant way. “We have to find a scent and put a concept over it. We can’t force the scent based on an imaginary idea.” This only works when a brand has specific goals but here you have nothing. You can’t possibly force an idea into your head. 

Jimin looks pitiful as he puts the notepad away. “It’s going to be harder than I thought.”

And just like the day started, the meeting followed. You were not expecting much of it and you were right. The marketing project came and explained you were free to do anything you wanted. Their main objective was to follow you on whatever you wanted to create, and it’s infuriating. 

How many times do you have to repeat that you can’t do it before they start to believe you?

Jimin, who was stressed before the meeting is now dejected and it almost breaks your heart because you feel responsible. You send him home earlier and decide to work on your own. Two hours later you leave the lab with Orchid oil all over your bag and the urge to cry.

There is only one way to make you feel better. You feel ashamed, like you’re addicted to something but you have to admit it.

Jeon Jungkook’s scent is the only thing worth smelling.

When you come back from work, there is no trace of him. His backpack is gone, the bed looks neat, and even the towel he probably didn’t use is dry. There’s still his smell, fresh in the air and it makes you run back outside to find the bridge where you had found him the night before.

He is not there.

You were exhausted, but you’re suddenly on fire. This situation is stressing you more than it should be when you don’t see him. It’s like you won’t ever see him again. You look around all the bridges you can find close to your place. Jungkook is nowhere to be seen.

You open the door of your apartment with a heavy heart. It’s like you lost something precious and it’s making you angry. What the hell is happening to you?

But you open the door and it hits again, like a whirlpool of long lost feelings and dried memories.

Jeon Jungkook is in your living-room, and his delectable scent pounds in the deepest zones of your brain. He is sitting on the floor by the small table, right hand dancing over bright white paper and guitar on his lap so you only see his back, but it’s the biggest relief you had in years.

He doesn’t turn around when you let your bag fall on the floor, he doesn’t move when you stop next to him. He looks absorbed, entranced. His knee is shaking to an unknown beat, mimicking his left hand which is drumming on the soft brown wood of the instrument he is holding.

“God. I thought- I’m so stupid.” You don’t want to share your worries with him, but the thought of him throwing himself off a bridge is still fresh. It stings more than it should, more than the pain you’re supposed to feel when confronted with a stranger’s despair.

“Hmm?” Jungkook doesn’t move toward you at first, but eventually his hand stops, and he glances up at your pallid features and tensed body “What’s wrong?”

“I came back home and you were not here. I thought...I thought you did something stupid.” You let your body fall on the couch. It’s like blood is circulating again into your veins, your skin going back its initial colour. 

Jungkook is puzzled, like he doesn’t understand why it would be so dramatic for you. “I went around town after I grabbed some stuff from my place.” It’s crazy but he feels sorry for you. “I’m sorry for worrying you” he trails off, scanning your face some more. He has no idea how to react to a stranger panicking over his disappearance. His own family doesn’t panic when he doesn’t show up. He is lost as to why you would be so affected by anything related to him when no one else barely does.

You snort, not mad at him. You’re high on his smell and it’s all that counts. “It’s okay.” Your eyes find his, and his tilted head looks like it’s searching for any sign of discomfort. He only stares back, with eyes way too shiny for someone as dark as him. He looks candid, like he has everything to discover and it’s a mystery how he turned out thinking about the worst.  You have no idea what he might be thinking - excepted that you’re probably out of your mind for reacting like this but he doesn’t question your intentions, for whatever reasons. You finally notice the papers and decide to move on before it gets too disturbing to deal with. “What are you doing?” you nod toward the torn pieces of paper and point a finger at the pile stacking up next to his crossed legs.

He swiftly puts it under his leg. “Nothing. Did you just come back from work?” He tries to change the subject. His voice gets higher and you instantly decipher his anxiety. He isn’t good with facing his own problems and it’s way too early to go into deep talks about lyrics and melodies. He might have agreed to a crazy proposition, but that doesn’t mean he is going to open to you. At least not now.

“I looked for you all over the place.” You admit because it’s a normal thing to do when somebody is in distress. Jungkook is dumbfounded.

“Why would you do this?” The situation in itself is already crazy enough as it is. He doesn’t mind you being friendly with him, even though he is pretty sure he doesn’t need it, but to the point of being dead worried for him?

“You were about to throw yourself off a bridge. I don’t know what kind of life you’ve been living but it’s pretty normal to freak out when something like that happens.” Your outburst shocks him. He doesn’t understand the impact of his actions over his surroundings. He has always thought he was just a detail in everyone else’s lives. 

It has always been this way. He writes in the shadow for people to shine. Him not being here shouldn’t matter to anyone. 

“It’s my business. I’m staying here because I have nothing left and it’s easier than staying in my empty apartment and facing my failures. It doesn’t mean we have to care about each other.” Jungkook doesn’t want to sound mean but he has to make it clear to you. His distress is by no mean a way to ask for anyone’s pity. He refused to add anyone into that mess, let alone a stranger.

It’s obvious, in a way. You know it’s stupid but this scent, it’s making you go wild. You can’t let it pass until you know what it is.

So you agree, taking the same tone and hoping your voice isn’t wavering. “I’m not here for you, I’m worried about another human being wanting to end his life. If it gives you the illusion that I care, I’m sorry about that.” You get up and you sound mad, something Jungkook notices as soon as you close the door a bit too violently.

No matter how mesmerising his scent is, he is apparently not that friendly. You’re not hurt by his words, because you don’t care enough personally to be affected. You’re being selfish, only thinking about your own benefit and what his scent could bring into your life. Jeon Jungkook himself doesn’t pull you in at all. He is someone you barely know anyways.

He doesn’t move from his spot in the living-room until later that night. He suddenly has too many things to write and too little time on his hands. He decides to stop when his wrist starts to hurt and his body hits the mattress of his new bedroom like a bag of sand hits the ground.

He feels at ease in the small room. Wood is covering the floor, and it is the same colour as the tiny office by the window. The view is peaceful, with buildings popping up from the floor like mushrooms and lights festooning the city in tiny dots. The bed is large and thick with soft bedding. The scent of the washing powder turns Jungkook into a nostalgic boy when he rolls into the bed, stretching his sore limbs. He feels even more stupid for feeling comfort in a seemingly empty room. 

He falls asleep right away, exactly 10 seconds after you do. You’re both too exhausted to care about each other, but you both know you’re no strangers to your own common serenity.

And just like you understand the importance of his presence for your brain to function, he notices he needs your place to exist in his creative yet tortured mind. As stupid and as hard to believe as it is.

When you get up the day after, you see him by the kitchen’s table. He is sipping on orange juice that is not yours, and munching on toasts you definitely didn’t buy.

You go to the coffee machine, your head too cloudy to deal with his strong presence.

He speaks first “Want some juice?”. He is trying to make it up to you for his cold behaviour. He just isn’t used to being around you yet. He isn’t used being around anyone yet.

Also, he is the worst when he composes. He needs absolute concentration.

You sip on the hot liquid and nod his way. He hands you a glass with an unreadable face.

“Have a nice day.” He doesn’t know why he says it. He tries to be nice, because there’s nothing much to say to someone you met two days ago. Maybe his pride spoke for him yesterday, or maybe he decided to accept the hand of a stranger, because it’s less burdening than accepting his failures to his entourage. 

You drink the fresh juice fast and walk away. “Thank you.” It is too hard to be rational right now, because the smell seems even stronger now. You probably come off as rude when you don’t reciprocate his words but you don’t dwell on it; that boy isn’t going to accept any sort of compassion anyways.

You enter the bathroom and get hit by the scent of his shower gel. Not that scent either.

You get ready at the same time as you build your resolve. Motivation is the key so maybe if you believe in you and your assistant, things might work out. Jimin is already here when you arrive, his citrus smell filling you from the first floor to the lab. He is joyful, like he found something awesome.

“Boss! Have a sit, come come!” His thin hand adds a tiny pressure to your back, leading you to your office.

“What’s happening?” You barely have the time to comprehend; he is already putting a sample in front of your noise.

You freeze.

“Wh-where did you find t- t- this ?” You utter, immediately thrown off by the odour.

“I was looking through essences this morning, and I thought we could start with a base, just to see what we could make of it. It’s...”

“Winter fir and Balsam*.” You conclude. Everything in this base is satisfying but the most important detail is that you remember this base. You smelled it this morning when you entered the kitchen.

You smell the very distinct feelings of comfort, warmth and softness which invades you whenever you’re close to Jungkook.

Jimin added a little twist to it, tho. “You added Cottage Herb Garden**”. The latter grins at you, visibly proud of himself for coming up with such a smart idea. He too gives off that feeling of freshness that is found in that herb. It is serene and woody and gives off feelings of sweetness and sensuality. Cottage Herb Garden fragrances are made using Aldehydes synthetic scents. 

“I didn’t add much, but I thought it would go well because they both make great seasonal fragrances. I only put 8% though, how did you find out?” he looks shocked but not surprised, like he was half-expecting you to guess it yet still thought it would go unnoticed.

“The herb comes last. The earthy smell that lingers in your nose, it’s this one. Smell it again.” You tell him and he takes his time filling his nose. He closes his eyes and thinks for a moment before opening them again.

“This is Cottage Herb Garden.” You confirm and his mouth is now wide opened. He can’t believe he is working with such a talented person. 

“So, do you think we could try? I feel like we’re using a lot of Aldehydes but at the same time it feels like a soft base note…” Jimin trails off, his fingers playing with the bottles. 

You acquiesce, mind already elsewhere. It feels like the first step to Jungkook’s identity and it is energising. You take a sharp breath, startling Jimin who laughs at you because it’s like you found life again. 

“You sound satisfied.” He offers the sample along with a genuine smile and for the first time, you smile back at him, thankful.

“You did great. I wonder why they hired me when you’re doing great on your own.” It’s true. Jimin came up with extremely complex scents and came up with a base note you would have never found on your own.

Jimin rolls his eyes and decides not to answer. If only he could have a quarter of your talent. He opens his notebook and starts writing, his eyes now shiny with glee

Base notes:  Aldehydes (Synthetic) = Winter Fir  /  Cottage Herb Garden.

You put the sample in front of you and stare at it. So that was it. You smile to yourself, in a way, it’s like you can almost smell Jungkook.

You spent the rest of your day looking for another element to add to your base and when nothing comes to your mind you feel frustrated, but it’s the best you can do for now. Jimin is exhausted and snoring in a corner of the lab, his petite body squeezed between two cabinets. You shake him to wake his sleepy body and tell him to go home when you give up for the day.

It’s been so long since the last time Jungkook felt this satisfied. He didn’t go out, too engrossed into his lyrics to care about the light of the sun peeking through the opened blinds. It’s leaking off his pen, like he can’t stop the flood of ideas and he feels like a mad scientist, crazy and ecstatic. He takes a break around dinner time and when his stomach starts creating its own music.

He takes out noodles from the food he bought the day before. Living with you meant sharing a flat, but he wanted to provide his own necessities. Participating in daily life matters is only natural, after all.

His phone rings, and the caller ID makes him sigh. He is too hungry to face what is about to come, and his spent brain is screaming for rest.

He coughs, keeping his voice steady “Yes.” His tone is disillusioned. Jungkook barely gets any call nowadays, and except from work, he only knows one person who can annoy the hell out of him so much.

“You remember me? I thought depression AND amnesia hit you at once.” He wants to hang up when he hears the throaty voice. It’s heavy with judgement but then again, when is it not?

“And you wonder why I don’t call you, Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook finishes the sentence in a sigh. Yoongi is awesome at being a nagging mother.

“You’re too busy being away I guess. Artists are such a handful.” He hears steps and after a while, Yoongi speaks again. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting in front of your flat.”

“I moved out.” Jungkook looks fine with the revelation. It’s like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“What? Where? Why didn’t you tell me?” he hears Yoongi’s car and supposes the latter is already going back to his place. 

“It’s been two days. I’m living with a girl.” He blows hair on the steaming bowl of noodles, ignoring his friend’s deep shriek.

Yoongi doesn’t know what’s happening anymore. Jungkook leaving on an inspiration crusade is common, it’s something he does whenever he gets overwhelmed by his feelings. Never once did he actually move out to live with someone else, let alone a girl.

He doesn’t even remember when was the last time Jungkook even dated someone. “Living together as in...romantically?” he tries, suddenly wary because he expected a lot of answers, but not this one.

“I couldn’t write anymore. I’m renting a room in her apartment.” He swallows the food like he has been starving for days. There is not the slightest hint of discomfort in his voice.

Yoongi laughs after a while “You’re living with your landlord. God, Jungkook, I know you people need some sort of inspiration to exist, but to the point of living with some old lady for the sake of music...”

“She’s not old.” Jungkook has no idea why it’s the only part of the sentence he reacted to, but all of a sudden he doesn’t want anyone to make fun of the person who took him in, not when he wrote ten songs in the span of two days. Not when he feels like no one can hurt him in your quiet kitchen.

“Anyways. Lunch with me tomorrow, how does that sound? Shall I check on that woman you’re living with ? How much is she charging you ? Aren’t you being scammed?”

“I can’t.” Jungkook sighs, ignoring the numerous questions because this is so typical of Yoongi to make sure no one is messing with him. “I have to eat with my parents, don’t tell them that I moved out.”

“You have always been doing everything you wanted anyways, what would it change if he was to know?”

Because he is going to crush me down like fine dust.

It has always been the same, and no matter how successful he was at some point, his father was never satisfied. Not when music is not a certain source of income, not when reputation comes before everything else.

 “I’m hanging up.” He announces once panic overtakes him and hears his friend objects, telling him he will meet with him no matter what.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to see him. It’s just complicated. Jungkook has always been different from others. He was raised with Yoongi and they had the same nanny when they were young. The age difference rapidly made Yoongi turn into the older brother as time passed, and while he was the one introducing Jungkook to music making, he quickly stopped to take over his family’s business. He never explained to him how he drifted from music, but he is now all about business.  Their respective parents were and still are too busy to deal with education, and while Yoongi grew up like the sharks his father works with, he took after a quieter side, the one that tells him to do what he wants instead of chasing money.

Yoongi often tells him he is a fool, that he doesn’t need anything else if he can have a bright future with his father’s company. He often answers that he doesn’t want to work without a purpose, and Yoongi always tells him to stop being a hypocrite and rely on his father’s money if he was to spit on it.

It’s true, Jungkook doesn’t know struggling. He was born in a rich family with a lot of possibilities. He was able to become a lyricist after a lot of failures, and his parents never gave up on him financially. This is probably why he is so affected when he can’t write. He doesn’t know how to deal with difficulties, he who lived with all the good things of the world.

He hears the door opening and your sore body appears before him, surprised to see him home. It’s like you were expecting him to run away, again. You don’t speak when you see him, mouth full of noodles and wearing the same clothes you left him in this morning. The silence is thick, oxygen heavy with uneasiness. Jungkook blinks, slurping on the noodles before wiping his mouth hastily.

“Want some noodles?” It’s hard to catch on the words, but he moves the bowl in front of him, and you understand. 

You nod.

No matter how strong the smell of seafood is, his scent always wins over everything else. You decide to stay close because you’re slowly deciphering his smell, and you need more time to know where you’re going.

He goes to the cupboard like he has been living here for years and fills another bowl before sitting back. You’re surprised by his sudden gentleness but brush the worries off. You’re supposed to feel weirded by the fact that an unknown man is now living with you, but none of you are freaked out.

Jungkook is too happy to be productive again. You’re too drawn into your memories to stop everything.

You sit in front of him and after a couple of minutes, he speaks. It takes you out of the now soggy food.

“What’s your job?” Jungkook sounds interested, but you know he is only trying to ease the mood.

“I’m a perfume composer.” You decide not to dig further into the matter. It’s a peculiar world, something that only a few people can relate to. Most people think you mix synthetic molecules into expensive glass bottles, wrapped in glitters and hidden into luxury boxes with frills and furbelows.

And you get offended, knowing fully well that it’s exactly what you think you’re doing.

Jungkook doesn’t sound impressed, you’re not surprised by that. 

“Sounds complex.” It is. It truly is, and even more when he is entering your every pore. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to it.

“It’s not.” you lie, “How about you?” His face lits subtly, and he seems shy all of a sudden. You don’t know this side of him yet, and you wonder where his emo behaviour went.

He coughs, putting the bowl down. “I’m a lyricist. I write lyrics and sometimes I compose, but I mostly write.”

 “That sounds complex.” You muse. Jungkook is a tormented artist, then. It explains why he keeps on dreaming on bridges like he is filming a music video.

“Sometimes it’s complex, sometimes it’s a matter of course. I’ve been having a blackout recently.” It’s a confession, and he doesn’t know why he is sharing such a deep problem with you, a stranger.

You forget about the food “That’s why you were surrounded by torn papers.”

He chuckles. “Exactly. I’m getting there, though.”

It feels different to deal with such an open Jungkook. He chats like you’re close, smiles sometimes, he is almost glowing.

That evening you learn that he uses a pen name to write lyrics. He doesn’t want to tell you, but you know too little about the music industry and he finally spills the beans.

JK.

It sounds like some mysterious pen name used by thriller writers but you don’t tell him that. Instead, you decide to go to bed. No matter how comfortable you both seem, you’re not ready to share the part about you being addicted to his scent. He goes to his spot near the small table in your living-room and his hand goes back to a wild dance, covering the blank paper with ink. He is inspired.

He goes to bed right when you get up the day after and wakes up late for his lunch with his parents.

It’s not like he is eager to meet with them.

_

Plants. Plants plants plants. You look through the samples with haste. You know it has something to do with nature. The base note has to be about something else.

“What are you doing?” You smell Jimin the minute he opens the door, but you don’t let yourself be interrupted. You know you sound like a stalker, but you might or might not have smelled Jungkook’s jacket this morning, and you are sure of a thing: there is only one element left to create a frank base.

You don’t know when you switched from creating a perfume to reproduce his scent, but it doesn’t matter.

“All the samples are here, right?” The organ is huge and cabinets full, but it’s not enough for you. Jimin throws his vest on one of the chairs and approaches you, stifling a yawn.

“Yes. I think that’s quite a lot, actually.” He peeks from behind your shoulder, and sees your hands going through the numerous bottles, unsatisfied.

“No. No. These are generic scents. You don’t have any rare roots names, you forgot a lot of exotic fruits and most importantly, you don’t have anything uncommon.” 

Jimin makes a face. He is not lost, he is adrift. “I’m afraid I don’t understand...”

“Tobacco abs, myrrh, resinoid, Balkans...” You talk but it sounds like a whole new language even for your assistant.

“Well, we have listed a lot of names. Most of them were used by previous composers, but we added more. I didn’t think it needed that much to be completed.” He knows about perfumes, he has a lot of knowledge, but you’re suddenly on a whole new level and can’t be reached.

You’re suddenly talking about tobacco odours and it freaks him out.

“I have a lot of these at home.” This could seriously help you. You barely use these, and most of them were sent by your father and collected on the internet. It’s the first time you can actually put them to good use because you know they could help, but you can’t bring them here.

Also, you think about how much easier it would be to just move work to an environment bathed by that scent which makes you crazy. How stimulating would it be ?

Jimin is expectant, but you don’t say more. He finally waves a worried hand in front of your face and you snap to meet his blinking eyelids.

“Let’s work from my place. This is what I often did.” Your offer makes him take a step back. He is not used to you being so devoted to this project.

“Are you sure? I don’t think the boss would object. We’ve had a few composers with weird demands before.” He doesn’t know what’s on your mind, but you’re a genius to his eyes and the mere idea of him seeing the place where you created such amazing products is electrifying. He can’t wait to know more about your ways.

“Good.” You glance around the room, “I don’t like this atmosphere.” You don’t mind if Jimin sees your place. At some point, you’re pretty much sure you could go with anything as long as you find the missing pieces of this conundrum. 

You’re aware that you’re turning into an obsessional mess, but it feels pleasant to have a goal. This goes beyond everything you experienced, it gives you a fuel you didn’t know you could have.

You take the day to gather some samples and ask Jimin to let the boss know about your change of plans. At the end of the day, he helps you carry the numerous samples home. You’re a happy mind, torn between apprehension and excitement.

You open the door and Jungkook sees two huge boxes enter the living-room. He is rubbing a towel against his wet hair but he catches your box before you can let it crash to the ground. Jimin lets his own fall with a soft thud and you’re startled when you hear a dismayed squeal, along with Jimin’s shocked face, his finger pointing at a puzzled Jungkook.

“JK?!”

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* Winter Fir and Balsam : This redolent mixture of refreshing natural pine mingled with a sweet, peppery, delicately refined and soft base note of balsam has a soothing and warm character. It evokes particular feelings of warmth and comfort. The mind’s eye (and nose) recalls Christmas trees and sleigh rides and happy times by a fireside or even in a small apartment among special friends or family.

** Cottage Herb Garden : Sparkling blue waters, gentle summer winds and cozy brick cottages nestled in the lush, serene English countryside characterised this green floral scent. Enticing notes of sweet, earthy, star anise, fresh basil, grassy parsley, aromatic wild flowers, fresh garden greens and a woodsy, sensual musk base note comprise this complex aroma.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Hiya Morgy! Hope you doing well! If Head cannons are still open, could I request the jojos with a s/o who has been having sensory overload a lot lately? (if you want me to clarify on what that is, let me know!)

This is v v late but I’m gonna try my best to portray this as well as I can!

Jonathan:

- At first is quite overwhelmed by YOUR own overwhelmed nature because he just??? doesn’t know what to do since it happened all of a sudden and he was never faced with something of that nature before??? Fret not though because as soon as your sensory overload happens, Jonathan being the wholesome gentleman that he is, will quickly pull you to the side and away from any other people as he’d gently whisper words of comfort and love whilst tightly holding you into his big, welcoming arms.

- Whether a crowd or other certain triggers made it happen, Jonathan will be sure to remove the source of your sensory overload as often as possible. After you calmed down and he lead you to a quiet place, the man would keep his tight yet comfortable grip around you as he’d ever so gently ask you questions about your triggers and such, afraid of coming off as forceful and uneducated which would be lowkey cute, especially because of the small blush adorning his cheeks the entirety of time.

- He’d keenly educate himself on the subject in order to be able to protect and care for you properly which would be pretty fuckin wholesome tbh. Soon enough Jonathan is going to not only remove you from a stressful situation when the need arises, but also quickly identify the symptoms of your overload, taking action immediately then proceeding to calm you down as he’d make you focus on other distractions all the while slowly stroking your hair and slowly speaking to you in a soft tone as to not alarm you further. Overall, one of your best picks because he’s invested, attentive and wholesome as f u c c.

Joseph:

- Fucking disaster who freaks the fuck out the first time it happens because he’s never had anyone around him go through sensory overload right before his very own eyes and so he assumes you’re under the attack of an enemy or something. But his dumbass immediately realizes that he’s done a g r a v e mistake once he sees you trying to get away from people and so he’s dashing towards you and helping you out in less than a second whilst erratically apologizing and cursing himself for being so unaware.

- That evening Joseph will be feeling highkey guilty, the man doing his best to calm you down and soothe your nerves by holding you into his arms, talking quietly and even massaging you since he’s heard that it does, in fact, help you out in cases like these. The entirety of time Joseph will be constantly apologizing and would STILL feel just a tiny bit of guilt even after you’d keep reassuring him that it’s ok. From that day on you’ll have his word that he’s going to properly educate himself on the matter.

- After that certain incident, you bet your ass that Joseph will be significantly more aware of you and your symptoms/triggers. As much of an airhead as he is, Joseph will quickly be able to identify said triggers and will constantly be on watch, pulling you close to him and covering your ears whenever you’d pass by certain loud noises or particularly noisy crowds. He’ll do his best to remove any stressful/triggering situation and if the sensory overload DOES happen again, your ever so caring boyfriend will quickly remove you from the situation then drop everything just to comfort and calm you down. 11/10 doesn’t move an inch unless he’s ABSOLUTELY sure you’re fine.

Jotaro:

- I believe he may or may not had gone through something like this at certain points in his life. Maybe not as severe as your case, though, but still. If anything I’d say he’s got high levels of anxiety going on so even the smallest of things can be a trigger. Now even if these 2 obviously aren’t the same, Jotaro will be able to tell that something was wrong the second you’d start trembling then covering your ears. Besides the fact that he’s h e l l a attentive and knows your tics and reactions to things in general.

- He’ll wordlessly pull you away whilst shielding you from anything that was bothering you then lead you to a quiet place as he’d proceed to comfort you to the best of his abilities. We all know he’s not the best with words, but Jotaro will make sure that you know he’s there for you and that he’ll help and protect you no matter what. The man will slowly but surely run his hands all over your back and hair in a comforting manner whilst slowly telling you to calm down and that he’s got your back at all times.

- And be 100% sure that he’ll instantly learn each and every single thing that triggered your sensory overload as well. His actions always speak louder than a thousands unsaid words and doing things such as looking out for you and learning your triggers is Jotaro’s own way of showing you that he loves and cares about you. You don’t like crowds and loud noises? Good, neither does he. Spending the day in as you enjoy eachother’s company is ideal in his opinion anyway. Bright lights bug you? Jotaro will replace them with weaker ones. Literally a n y t h i n g that helped you be safe and sound he’ll do it in a heartbeat.

Josuke:

- Definitely heard of sensory overload before but hasn’t experienced it or had anyone around him experience it before, so he WILL panic but quickly pull himself together the next second and quite literally drag you by the hand away from whatever was bothering you. He’s definitely the fussy type when it comes to his close ones so you better expect him to entirely refuse to let you go from his arms no matter how many times you protest that you’ve fully calmed down,

- Educates himself on the matter further so he can meticulously prevent any other incidents in the future. Ngl Josuke will be lowkey sad to hear that you’ve been going through such tough times recently, which is why he’d quickly offer to give you lots of distractions and fun things to do if that meant you’d have lesser chances of going into sensory overload. And let me tell you, even if he’s the extroverted kind, Josuke will even go out significantly less if you were to be triggered by crowds/loud noises.

- He’ll do his best to distract you by putting on your favorite shows, bringing you plenty of snacks, dimming the lights and even speaking in a softer tone. His voice is usually booming and loud so he’d hate to cause you any further distress, like don’t even get me s t a r t e d on just how fuckin awful he’d feel if he were to accidentally trigger you by mistake. Hence why he’d try being as supportive and careful as possible, quickly removing you from stressful situations and providing you with care and comfort at all times. And god forbid if anyone ever purposefully triggers you, Josuke will literally obliterate them and send them flying into the damn sun.

Giorno:

- Your second best pick after Jonathan because this man is literally z e n. He tries eliminating each and every source of stress and anxiety from his life (which is funny considering what he does and in which environments he spends his time usualy) and you bet your ass that he’ll do the same for you. The first time he sees you covering your ears and wincing he instantly knows what’s wrong, the man ever so gently pulling you to the side whilst reassuring you that everything will be fine and that he’s there for you.

- Even if it wasn’t his fault for not knowing at first, Giorno will still feel a little guilty for not being careful enough as to prevent your sensory overload and will work his ass off in order to do so in the future. My mans literally brings out the meditation, massage and calming music. Hell, he’ll even sing/hum something in order to calm you down because let me tell you, he’s got an a n g e l i c voice but he’s just too shy to show it off in the beginning. But the second you tell him that his singing calms you down Giorno will literally do it whenever he can in order to get you to calm down.

- You can count on him 25/8 because not only is he gonna punch any asshole that tries triggering you on purpose, but he’ll educate everyone around him as to not stress you further by mistake and is actually pretty fuckin amazing at getting you to calm down after another episode. Giorno will be quick to make you some calming tea as he’d dim all the lights and speak quietly, holding and cuddling you for literal hours if that meant you’d be feeling better. May or may not go to Bruno for further advice and other methods to calm you down because that man is zen 2.0

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Chapstick (Lance Tucker x you)

Characters: Lance Tucker x female Reader

Summary: Y/N was in the middle of getting trained for the Olympics when her boyfriend decided to talk to her just to break up. Lance sees his trainee having a mental breakdown and he didn't hesitate to comfort her.

Warnings: A LOT of cuss words. We're talking about Lance Tucker, Tater tots. An asshole ex boyfriend. Kinda asshat, Tucker. Just kinda?

Words: 3,763

A/N: This is my first oneshot for him, I guess? I hope y'all would love it because I had fun writing him!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and pictures used are not mine. Only the edits are and the oneshot of course. 😉 Credits to the owners of the GIFS.

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. 

"What do you mean it's not good, coach? I've did what you wanted me to do!" You huffed and panted at the same time. Chest heaving up and down as you eyed your hot coach, all prepped up with his blue, white and red uniform that he never ceases to forget to wear every damn day. He stood before you looking like a Greek god and you mentally slapped yourself for thinking about obscene things with him when you were in a relationship with your boyfriend. Plus, Lance was a total douche towards you so imagining those things could make you cringe at the thought because of his obnoxious personality that was overpowering the attraction you had for the man, mentally killing the attraction you had.

"You wobbled," Lance 'the fucker' Tucker spat as a matter of fact, squinting his eyes on your ungraceful form, probably judging you inside his head.

You rolled your eyes in discreet, he probably saw that because you do it all the time but he didn't bother acknowledging it. You marched out of the mat to go chalk your hands because it seemed to sweat a little much today. Your high bun ponytail swinging in the same time with your heavy footsteps. Here you thought your coach would stop pestering you, it turns out he never knew when to shut his filthy..gorgeous mouth of his.

"Did I tell you to fucking walk off?" Lance spat, his brows cinched together. He was acting like a pole was up in his butt, even more hot headed than the days before. He was certainly not helping your mixed emotions running inside your stupid head. "I'm this close to ripping your balls away and making you eat it alive!" You reprimanded back, teeth gritted together. The sudden power answering him back shocked you because you never did since day one. However, today seemed to be an exception. Lance was acting more of an asshole than he is and he better not make a mistake because you could turn feral when provoked.

"Do it! Fucking do it, I fucking dare you, Y/N!" He barked back, marching towards you with that fiery gaze of his. His gaze looked so sexy and hot, yet you were trying your hardest not to get affected by your raging hormones travelling inside of your head and in between your legs. You were a taken lady, have a boyfriend even. A boyfriend who appear to be distant and cold the past weeks. Your heart stopped beating when you felt Lance's hands on the sides of your arms, his fingers digging on your sides, he leaned down to be in line with your vision. It was then and there you saw how beautiful the colors of his eyes were, they were a pretty pair despite of the pissed off look he was giving you. He was being the epitome of a walking sin. "You're all talk and less action, Y/L/N. Kitty got scared?" His pretty Steele blue eyes was livid. Eyebrows all up and daring you, "I'd rather have your lips sucking my balls, wouldn't it be a waste if you would throw it away? Come on, Y/N." He clucked his tongue, cocking his head to the side as he found everything amusing, yet slightly aggravating for you. "Have a little fun while you have it,"

Lance's tasteful lips turned into a smirk, his demeanor goading you into grabbing the bait. "My nuts won't bite...unless triggered,"

Your jaw was tightly clenched, your next words coming out of your lips harshly, eyes completely trained on the piercing blue eyes of your trainer, trying hard not to back down and kiss his feet. "You sick fuck," Your nickname for him made him raise a brow, shaking his head in entertainment. "Why are you even so mad at me right now? I did nothing wrong!"

His hands began to rest on the sides of his hips, and you knew in that simple gesture meant that he switched to his coach mode, full rant about your performance with the practice was about to get jot down like bullets. "You keep doing mistakes, even have a difficult time registering the basics inside your head!" Lance licked his lips in aggravation, pointing a finger at you. "If you're goddamn distracted because of one stupid fucking lover problems, you better know to throw those pathetic distractions away while you're here! We gotta act professional, Y/N!"

An audible loud snort came out of you as you shook your head in utter disbelief. "Wow," You spat as a matter of fact, giving him a series of claps. Entirely amused by the methods of his coaching. "So much to say for yourself, Coach. Aren't you the sick fuck who was asking a twenty year old to suck his balls a while ago?"

He had back you away till your back hit a cold metal pole. Lance was eyeing you down like a lion watching his prey, never even forgetting to give you a once over because you looked completely exquisite in your leotard. "I wasn't asking," He muttered nonchalantly, popping a gum inside his filthy mouth, Mint. Definitely mint because whenever he had to talk to you up close, his minty breath was all you could ever sniff besides his spicy, macho perfume that all the itchy ladies loved. "It was a great suggestion rather than ripping my balls off alive," Lance chewed on his gum very loudly, making you more irritated by his huge ego, conceitedness and arrogance.

He was clearly even a walking asshat, you mindlessly thought over the back of your mind. Embedding that opinion inside your head over and over again.

Your staring contest was cut off when both of you heard a loud knock on a wall, letting his presence be known. Lo and behold, the boy who had forget about you for an entire week stood at the end of the gym. Looking all innocent and anxious as he stood his weight from one foot to the other. He then yelled, never looking bothered that Lance seemed to be rather much close to you and has you trapped in his presence. "May I speak to her?" Your boyfriend croaked out, sounding unattractively throaty. "It's important,"

Lance spun his heels around, his brows deeply furrowed, eyes squinted and glaring at the young man who came to see you. He looked definitely more furious than before, "What if I fucking say no?" He spoke aloud, oblivious that he raised a hand to brush his perfectly fuck boy gelled up hair. "We're practicing! Come back when she's fucking done being an uncoordinated gymnast!" He lowly snorted, only you had the advantage because you were close to your asshole of a coach. His piercing blue eyes swiftly landed on you, cocking his head to where your boyfriend was, a lopsided smile on show. "Limp dick's here to get his damsel in distress, if you ever were in a fucking distress which I clearly can't see,"

"Can you stop being an asshole for one second?" You exasperatedly whisper-yelled at the Adonis in front of you, sounding desperate as you were on the verge on exploding all your pent up emotions towards everyone. You definitely had to deal with your boyfriend right now, and Lance is not helping. Your heels whipped around, eyes leaving your very amused coach in the gym as you flipped him the bird after he yelled, "I'm giving you five minutes, so you better not fuck like rabbits in my gym!"

You shake your head, rubbing your temples together as you paraded towards where your boyfriend was, looking serious and mad. Well, what was his problem then? You weren't the person who became distant, forgetting that you have a boyfriend. It was technically the other way around. Arms crossed in front of him, you glared into his eyes. Totally showing how pissed off you were at him, yet the sentence he spat seem to irk you more. "Lance Tucker? Really, Y/N? There are tons of great coaches in the world, why the fuck did you pick him?"

"Everybody had 24 hours a day, so why didn't you fucking bother talking to me when all I ever wanted was a bit of your attention?"

(Y/BF/N)'s eyes went all wide. Igniting that growing anger inside of him. "Don't change the topic, Y/N--"

"You're here to bitch out about why I chose Lance as a coach? Why don't we skip the irrelevant problem and go straight to the main problem? Why. Did. You. Ignored. Me. For. A. Week Y/BF/N?" Your words were emphasized and even your emotions. The more that your conversation continues, the more it gets intense. From the moment you've started raising your voice, a man who have been busying himself with his phone on the other end of the gym have raised his head, instantly setting his pretty blue eyes as he was checking if you were still fine.

Which is exactly the opposite.

"Babe," Y/BF/N tried to reach your arm, yet you were faster and harshly jerked his hand away. "Oh no you don't," He dropped his hands in a tight fist, glaring down at your figure. Oh, the audacity. "Don't call me that because it's giving me shivers,"

"Bet he calls you that too," He spat, his eyebrows cinched together in fury. Was he really thinking you and Lance had something together? Sure, your coach was a womanizer, but you...you won't go that far with him. Your mind was set, you've picked Lance because he won gold and silver. He has a lot of potential in teaching you how to win the gold. You know everything happening was strictly professional..sometimes. But, it's not the point. You know he's a great gymnast.

Former limp dick shrugged his lanky shoulders, staring straight at you with no remorse, showing the animosity that you didn't expect to come from him. He was acting strange, like he's become a changed man in just over a week. "You probably moan his name in bed either, Maggie showed me the video,"

Well, that made your eyebrows grow up higher than the empire state building.

"Maggie--Maggie Townsend? How the fuck do you even know her? And what video?"

You've notice a pair of eyes have been on you since the moment your argument started, you couldn't help but take a glimpse at the asshole of a coach that you have.

His eyes were tightly squinted together, Lance looked like he was ready to pounce on Y/BF'S/N, eyebrows all furrowed and serious..Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him being all protective, guarding you like a hawk. Even thinking that your boyfriend would hurt you at that exact moment..Not until Lance started wiggling his brows, nodding knowingly at you while he raised his wrist, showing you the time while he gestured that you only had two minutes left.

Y/BF'S/N technically curved your question and started ranting with his unstoppable dirty ass mouth, making your insides go at war with your emotions. He was really getting on your nerves right now and Lance didn't let that go unnoticed when you started impatiently tapping your foot on the floor while you tightened your fists. "Don't be an in denial bitch, Y/N. You're just like everybody else. What's even special about him? His huge ego? Conceited self? A narcissistic bastard? Or his arrogance turned you on, so that's why you gave in?" He whisper-yelled, scared that Lance would hear the argument. Wow, what a limp dick indeed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?" You yelled and the whole gym echoed. Lance began to cross his arms, his thewy biceps already popping out of his red, blue and white uniform. Every little bit of his attention was practically on you, and only you.

"Don't play dumb on me, Y/N. I had to force this out of Maggie in exchange for..something valuable. If I didn't give her what she wanted, then I wouldn't have known this,"

"What the fuck are you talking about? What did you even give her?" You didn't realized that your voice started to go quieter, smaller and weak. There was a hunch inside your head, but you were trying your hardest not to believe it. However, your boyfriend's next words broke you whole, tearing the trust and love you had for him. Even your big, youthful heart.

Y/BF'S/N's whole demeanor changed, he held his head up high as he looked down on you. Seeing you in the verge of tearing apart was feeding his ego and pride. It was making him damn happy for a lie that was fed off to him by a woman who was extremely infatuated at him. Hard. "Paradise. Just like those kind that Mr. Lance-the-fucker-Tucker gives you,"

"W-What?" You stuttered, and Lance saw how your shoulders fell. It wasn't the Y/N he knew. You should've sassily raised a brow at your boyfriend, show him those fangs that he sees all the time.

Lance sighed exasperatedly to himself, pinching at his temples. "Fuck, Tucker. Don't interfere, don't fucking involve yourself." He chanted like it was his mantra.

"That's right, Y/N. Now, you know how it feels,"

You blew out a breath you've been holding, glowering at him with an incredulous glint in your eyes. "Are you seriously thinking straight right now?" You spat, squinting your eyes at him and realizing that his eyes looked entirely different, too different and colored. "Oh, God. No you aren't. Your eyes are full blown red, you're...you're--"

Lance saw how you washed your face with your hand, trying to hold back on punching your ex-boyfriend in the face. He saw you raise your arm, pointing towards where the exit was.

"Get outta my fucking sight, Y/BF/N! You're a fucking douche bag, an asshole!"

Y/BF'S/N cocked his head to the side, smirking widely. His mouth never knowing when to stop, "If I'm an asshole, then you're a bitch. Fair enough?"

The whole gym was quiet, your mind went blank and you just wanted to scream at him for showing you his true demons. He wasn't the boy you used to love, the boy in front of you was a huge bastard, he even had the courage to smirk after basically telling you he had sex with your friend turned enemy when she began leaving you for a new, popular group of friends and her boyfriend who have been the popular boy in school.

Past was definitely the past. Time's changed now and you were already in your freshman year, you knew she went to a university far from you but you didn't expect she'll still be around. Maggie even had to guts to ruin your relationship and lie just to have her favorite, new eye-candy who was technically not available, yet that didn't stop them from fucking each other.

You could feel yourself frowning, eyes all cloudy and warm. Uh-oh, you thought to yourself. Your tears were threatening to fall and if he doesn't leave, then he'll have the satisfaction to see you crying over a worthless boy.

"Aw, guilty as charged, Y/N?" He badly teased, leaning down to take a better view of your face. You were about to open your mouth and shout a loud cuss on his face, yet you heard a voice that you didn't expect would be your knight in shining armor because he can also be a knight in shining asshole at the same time. But, to make everything a little better, Lance probably thought it was time to show his assholey-ness towards a person who was born the same race with him.

"Hey, dick-sucking-fucker! That's enough! Out of my fucking gym," Lance crossed his arms after practically marching with heavy foot steps as he went towards where you were. Y/BF'S/N gave him a scowl and to your surprise, Lance snaked his hand on your shoulder, clamping his hand tightly on your arm. Mentally telling you now to cry over a petty boy like your ex. You bit your lip hard before squeezing yourself in between the empty space of Lance's arm, which made him lift a lopsided smile when you did.

He saw how your ex-boyfriend took notice of the interaction. That's good, Lance's mindlessly thought at the back of his mind. That's what he wanted Y/BF'S/N to feel. He wanted him to die inside his own insecurities and doubtfulness, believing over a manipulated gossip that was obviously a lie.

"What are you going to fucking do about it, asshole?"

Lance shrugged, chewing on his gum rather loudly than he intended too. "I'm letting you choke up a fucking pole while you try and smoke another joint, Limp dick."

"M-My dick is not limp," Y/BF'S/N reprimanded, stuttering by Lance's intimidating aura. Just his mere presence could make his ego turn to dust. Your coach snickered, chuckling to himself and raising his hand to point out what he wanted to say. "Small dick? better? I remember how Y/N told me it was a size of a--what was that called? Oh, a fucking Chapstick,"

"You assho--!"

"I'm an asshole, but at the same fucking time," Lance breathed though his nose, eyes blazing and taunting. "I'm the fucking God of gymnastics and that's why your fucking girlfriend whom you took for fucking granted chose me over your good-for-nothing self!"

You were moved when Lance rapidly snatched your ex-boyfriend's shirt by the neck, his steele blue eyes entirely in rage, completely heated with anger because of how Y/BF'S/N was disrespecting you. Your heart stopped as you stared at the both of them having an intense staring competition.

You could see how Lance was panting hard and how startled your ex boyfriend was from how your coach snapped. "Leave, weed dick. I don't want you near my gym at all costs, if all you'll ever do is let a beautiful, precious woman cry her heart out, then you better leave. Out. NOW. "

Beautiful. Lance's words kept replaying inside your head even after he pushed your ex-boyfriend away towards the exit. He suddenly became nice and it was impossible.

You stood rooted on the ground, completely shook from the sudden plot twist that happened in your life. The loud bang of the door made you jump, and you saw how Lance marched towards you. A grimace shown in his attractive features. Once he stopped in arms reach, you were startled to feel his rough fingers wiping your hot tears away. "Stop," He nonchalantly uttered, ignoring your questioning eyes. "Stop crying for a useless asshole like him, he doesn't fucking deserve it,"

He placed his hands on his hips after wiping your tears away, scratching his neck as he glanced to see your eyes that needed answers from him. "What--Do you--" You started but ceased yourself to continue as you thought everything all out. You were about to open your mouth for the second time when his next words kept your mouth zipped.

"I meant it,"

You raised a brow at him. Sniffing your snot away. What did he mean that he meant it? Your asshole of a boyfriend broke up with you and now your coach says he meant it? Did he meant to call you beautiful? He's kidding.."I meant that he's a fucking limp dick, Y/N. Do you really think I'll fucking call you beautiful when you're giving me a headache because of being so uncoordinated?!" Lance saved himself from being misunderstood. Unless, he was lying. He was now crossing his bulgy arms, and repeatedly placing his hand back on his hips like he was acting fidgety.

"I wasn't even saying anything?" You spoke back, a small smile wanting to come out but you're fighting it back. Trying to appear serious in front of your bothered coach. "You're uncoordinated and fucking hard headed," Lance sternly muttered to himself, his scowl and eyebrows tightly cinched together. Finding out how those words slipped out of his dirty little tucker mouth. You could feel your hidden pride clapping inside of your brain as a smirk lifted your lips up in entertainment, "I'm uncoordinated and hard headed,"

Lance huffed to himself, eyebrows raising as he nodded so big. "Took you long enough to realize, Y/N!"

You lowly laughed to yourself, eyeing him up as he was towering over you. His perfume so aromatic that it could hypnotize you and maybe it did because you were starting not to think straight, "But that didn't stop you from staring at my ass the entire time,"

You stood on your tippy toes, trying to reach his ears and the look on his face was priceless. "I'm uncoordinated and so hard headed that you so wanted to fuck, Lance Tucker."

Y/N had the last laugh because she was right and for the first time, Lance the fucker tucker was speechless because everything she said was true and he couldn't believe it himself.

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Solace | kim namjoon

Solace; comfort or consolation in a time of great distress or sadness.

- pairing: kim namjoon x reader

- genre: angst, fluff

- word count: 4,400

- warnings: reader fears what the future holds, very brief mentions of anxiety, includes descriptions of feelings/behaviour that might be associated with mild depression (the reader is only stuck in a rut in this fic and it’s nowhere near as critical as depression, but I still wanna be safe and warn about this in case it might be triggering for someone!)

- rating: PG

- notes: I’m excited to finally post on here again! I’ve had this idea for a while, but I haven’t had the time to work on it until now. I think I like how it turned out??  I’m not sure yet lol. I’ve been working on a few fics over the past few weeks, but I keep getting stuck and this is the only thing I’ve managed to finish since I last posted. Since I have a little more free time, due to the quarantine, I’ll hopefully be able to post some more soon! But for now, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this - thank you for all your support! <33 (this is still not completely edited btw so I apologize for any mistakes you might find)

- inspired by: this vlive.

- song: Solace by mell-ø & Ambulo

You stare blankly at the screen in front of you, eyes heavy and mind dull as the seconds count down for the next episode to start playing. This is all you’ve done since waking up, binge-watching some random kdrama you found online. It’s not great, and you’re not focused - but you figure it’s enough to keep you occupied for at least a few more hours. Enough to push most of your gloomy thoughts to the back of your mind.

You feel exhausted, the past four days mostly consisting of work and very few hours of sleep - plus added pressure and stress of having to keep up with studying during it all. Your arms ache from serving and cleaning up tables until late after midnight. After finishing up and closing the place, you’d go straight home to sleep - not having the energy to care for yourself. Then you’d wake up at noon, and have some breakfast before yet again making your way to work. Many people this time of year, during spring break, take vacations with their families so your boss needed you to put in more effort than usual to keep it all running smoothly. You’re grateful for the opportunity to make some extra money, but at this point it feels like you’re doing too much and your body isn’t willing to keep up anymore.

You feel overwhelmed - lost. Are your efforts even worth it when they’re not going towards something you want in the future? Thoughts like these have been weighing you down ever since you woke up, and you had decided it’d be best for you to call in sick and just be sad today. You had moved from the bed to your sofa, and here you’ve been laying ever since then. All the blinds in your apartment are down, no hint of sunlight peeking through - no trace of hope seeping in, no light capable of bringing color to your sombre day. 

You sigh as another episode starts playing, mind brought to the small recap that’s starts playing across the display. You try your best to pay attention to it in hopes of you actually starting to like it so that watching it won’t be so boring. You pull your covers up to your chin, basking in the scent of your boyfriend’s cologne stuck to his shirt you’re snuggled up in. It brings you comfort, soothes you and calms you - it makes you feel secure where you are.

You breathe it in, the longing feeling to hold your boyfriend intensifying as you do.

A sudden chime makes you jump slightly, eyes landing on the door as you sit up  - heart beating quickly in response to the unforeseen ringing disturbing the calm atmosphere in your apartment. You dread leaving the comfort you’re sofa is bringing you, but you feel impolite leaving whoever it is waiting. So you get up and mope over to the door, your body feeling heavier than usual, as if a force is pulling you to the ground.

With lethargy still clinging to you, you don’t bother looking through the peephole before unlocking and pulling the door open - wanting to get it over with and get back to hiding under your covers. Your eyes squint slightly at the sudden light leaking in from the hallway, but you instantly recognize the tall figure stood in front of you.

“Joon?” You gasp quietly, heart skipping a beat in surprise. 

His lips stretch into a smile, arms reaching out and inviting you into his embrace. Immediately you walk towards him, wrapping your own arms around his neck as his end up around your waist to pull you against him. You smile, face laying in the crook of his neck.

“Hi, baby,” He mumbles, a smile evident in his voice as he presses kisses against the exposed skin on your shoulder that’s peeking out through the collar of Namjoon’s oversized shirt you’re clad in.

“I missed you so much,” You say against his skin, voice strained from not uttering a word all day. You enjoy the presence of your boyfriend for a few more seconds before pulling away to look at him, “I thought you’d be gone until next week?” You utter, confused.

“Plans got cancelled,” He whispers, leaning forward to plant a kiss onto your nose - causing you to scrunch it as he does.

You smile in content as you look at him, eyes scanning over his face before unavoidably landing on the pink of his lips. You reach up and press your own lips against the corner of his mouth, before you change target and kiss him - your eyes fluttering close as you cherish the feeling of them against yours again. He kisses you back and you taste the rose lip balm coating his lips, the one he always has with him in his pocket. It makes you smile into the kiss and pull away, suddenly turning shy as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. You hide by his neck again, lips brushing over the mole just under his jaw.

You feel his chest vibrate against yours lightly as he chuckles at you, arms squeezing tighter around your waist. Your fingers start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s been growing it out for a few months now and the mullet is now very apparent - even more so than when he left. He dyed his hair a beautiful lilac shade not too long ago, and you love the way it looks on him. Nothing beats his natural dark brown hair, but somehow he manages to make every hair color look just as good and at this point you just can’t decide which one’s your favorite. He’s making it very difficult for you.

You walk backwards, making Namjoon follow you as you’re still secure in his arms. Once back in the darkness of your apartment you kick the door shut. You give your boyfriend a peck on the cheek before you pull away from him, letting him get comfortable and take off his shoes as you return to your sofa.

Namjoon, now that he’s able to focus on his surroundings, takes instant notice to the darkness that suffocates your apartment - and the messy sofa. If anyone knows you well, it’s him. After knowing each other for almost two years, he can read you like an open book without problem. One of the many things he’s come to learn is how much you hate wasting the light of day, and especially so during this time of year. You love spring, it’s your favorite time of the year and you always long for it whenever it isn’t current. He also knows that, if you’re not up and getting ready by 9 AM, you’ll most likely beat yourself up for it. However, on rare occasions, you’ll let yourself lay under the covers for another hour or so - but that's only if he’s there, laying next to you

Cuddling is something you simply can’t say no to.

Automatically, taking all these things into consideration, Namjoon starts to worry.

He kicks his sneakers off as his gaze follows you, watching as you fall down on the couch of which looks like it has been occupied all day. Your figure disappears under the cover, and he makes his way over to you. “Is everything alright?” He asks, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

You register his question but you don’t answer it, instead you reach your arms out and gesture for him to join you on the couch. His features soften and he manages to squeeze down next to you, despite the small space left to be occupied. Your leg comes out from under the covers to lay over his hip, holding him close to prevent him from falling to the floor.

You let your eyes shamelessly admire his face even though he’s aware, your fingers once again coming up to brush through his hair - strands of lavender running softly in between them as you do.

He lets his own gaze roam across your features, searching for any sign of anxiety or sorrow. “Hey,” he says, bringing your attention back to his previously asked question.

“Everything’s fine now that you’re here, don’t worry Joon,” you mumble, your focus still on his hair.

Namjoon doesn’t fall for your excuse. Grabbing your wrist softly, he removes your hand out of his hair and lays it over his chest, making you look at him. “Please talk to me.”

You sigh, avoiding his gaze as you attempt to sugarcoat what’s really going on. “Work’s just been really tough, it’s not that serious.”

You always feel bad complaining about work, or sharing the weight of your problems with Namjoon. You know how tough his job is compared to yours, and his schedule is never really empty. You know he loves what he does more than everything, but you’ve seen how hard it can get as well. So compared to your job, you realize the hours you put in are minimal next to the amount of time he dedicates to his job. Complaining just doesn’t feel right.

“You really underestimate me,” He sighs, eyebrows raised at you. “I can tell it’s not just work, it’s almost five in the afternoon and you’re still laying on the couch with my shirt on - you only do that when you’re feeling really low.”

You give up, accepting the fact he can see right through you no matter how hard you resist to let it show. “My head just feels kind of crowded,” you start. “I feel like there’s so many thoughts in my head, and I can’t organize or figure any of them out. I feel lost, I have no idea what the future holds and that’s fine - but I don’t even have a vision of what I want it to hold. I’m just not sure I’m walking down the right path.”

With Namjoon being back next to you, you certainly feel better - but still, it doesn’t remove any of your worries. You wait for a response, but a few seconds go by and there's still just silence. You look up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, his eyes showing empathy as he looks back at you.

Without a word, he slips out of your embrace before he gets up and walks over to your windows. Before you know it, he pulls one of your blinds up. The sun shines straight in your face, making you quickly seek cover under the pillow next to you. As you hide, you hear Namjoon proceed to pull every blind up, the room becoming even brighter as he does. After he’s done you hear his footsteps close in on you, and suddenly he rids you of your shield - leaving you exposed to the blinding rays of light that are now touching every possible surface in your living room. Your hands come up to cover your eyes, groaning. 

He gathers all your blankets and pillows you’ve taken from your bedroom before disappearing to put them back where they belong. Even with the low state you're in, you feel appreciation and adoration causing tickles in your belly. He always does this, always makes it his priority to bring you up when you're down. You find it endearing, how dedicated he gets - and lucky to say the least.

“What are you doing?” You ask out into the open, Namjoon still fixing your bed in the other room.

“I’m taking you somewhere,” says your boyfriend, walking into the room again.

You furrow your eyebrows, eyes finally adjusting to the light as you stretch - limbs splayed across the couch. “And where may that be, Mr. I’m On A Mission?” 

He snickers at the name, reaching his hand out for you to take. “You’ll find out once we get there.” He pulls you up from the sofa, making you stand before him. “Go put something warm on, the sun’s really nice but it’s still quite chilly,” he says.

Your heart flutters at his sweet gestures. Having been with Namjoon for such a long time, you’d expect the flutters to fade and his gestures losing impact along with them. But it’s all still there, just like when you first fell for him. Your heart still flutters at the dimples in which appear when he smiles, and at how his eyes turn into crescent moons as he laughs - how he shows affection but then becomes shy after. You’ve realized it’s those small things you usually wouldn’t think to pay attention to, but to you they all still cause butterflies to swarm in the pit of your stomach, and you swear you fall in love with him over and over again every time.

You still feel a force pulling you to the ground as you make your way to your closet, but not as intense as it was before Namjoon showed up at your doorstep. You’re still having to push thoughts back, still have to prevent them from getting the best of you. Knowing you have Namjoon with you, and knowing he’ll listen if you’ll talk about it, does bring you comfort. You’re well aware he isn’t capable of helping rid of these thoughts in your head, as he can’t assure you what the future holds or what path you should go down so it all works out - no one can. But still, you’re more than grateful because you’re certain he’ll be the one to at least make you feel better about things, and keep you from giving up.

You grab a lounge set from your drawer and slip onto it, the soft fabric fitting loosely over your body just like how you want it - only really seeking for comfort. Taking Namjoon’s words into consideration, you also make sure to grab a warm coat from your closet before heading back to the living room.

You find your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the couch with rays of light reaching him, a golden aura forming around his figure, making him look like a fallen angel from heaven. And thinking about it, you’re convinced he is one. Where would you be without him? 

You take a moment to enjoy the magical sight, your fingertips starting to tingle as you get an urge to skim them over his beautiful golden skin. Namjoon looks up, catching you as you eye him with a small smile on your lips.

He chuckles. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, walking up to him.

He stands up, arms capturing you in a hug once again. Your cheek ends up pressed against the soft fabric of his sweater, the scent of his favorite cologne stuck to it, making you breathe it in and relax against him.  

“You look cozy,” he comments, pulling away to look you up and down.

You mumble a quiet thank you, your hands finding his and intertwining your fingers.

“Ready?” He asks.

Your nod doesn’t come off too assuring, making him laugh as the both of you slip your shoes on. Namjoon grabs his coat and with that you make your way out of your apartment, your hands interlocking again as you do. You exit your apartment complex and brisk air surrounds you, causing you to shudder and walk closer to Namjoon as you search for any source of warmth. The two of you stop at the side of the curb as your eyes search for your cab that has yet to arrive, the sun now hitting you and warming you up slightly.

As you wait you turn to eye your boyfriend, love swelling in your chest.

“You look really handsome today,” You say through a smile, eyes meeting his.

You hadn’t seen him in this particular outfit before, but he pulls it off really well. He’s clad in a denim on denim outfit, with a jean coat that reaches all the way to his calves. You’re not surprised it looks amazing on him, everything does.

“Thank you,” he says, cheeks rubescent as his eyes scan over his own body before looking at you and squeezing your hand in his.

You lean into him, nose scrunching at his adorable shy behaviour. Getting the sudden urge to peck him, you get up on your toes and press your lips to the dimple that dents his cheek. He pulls you into his side, hand laying on your hip. As you pull away your attention turns to the black car pulling up in front of you. Namjoon steps forward and opens the door and beckons for you to get in before him, being the gentleman that he is. You climb into the car, moving over so your boyfriend can get in next to you. He sits down and closes the door before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone, leaning over to show the driver where he wants to go. Gazing over, you try to catch a glimpse of anything that might reveal what location you’re going to but you manage to get nothing.

“No peeking, baby,” He teases as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

You pout, giving him pleading eyes.

He laughs, his hand coming to lay just above your knee before squeezing lightly. “Be patient.”

You let out a chuckle at your own childish behaviour, laying your hands on top of his before turning to look out at the surroundings as they flash by in a blur. As the driver takes you through Seoul, you find your mind wandering again as thoughts start filling your head. To distract yourself you turn to your boyfriend and ask him about his recent work trip.

Before you know it, the car comes to a stop and with cheeks still aching from a joke Namjoon whispered to you just seconds ago you watch him get out of the car. He holds the door open for you, a grin still on his face as you get out - the adorable indents in his cheeks once again appearing. You always get an urge to kiss them, but if you’d act on it every time that’s all you’d do.

Once you’re out of the car, you glance at the scenery of which you’re very familiar with, and which you’ve come to love and appreciate since being with Namjoon. One thing you learned very early on about him is how much he loves and treasures nature. You didn’t really see the point before, especially since you live in such a big city you don’t really think of it that much. On your own, before meeting him, you’d never think to go to a park just to relax. But now you’ve really learned to appreciate it and the healing powers it holds, something Namjoon also taught you.

“You took me to Hangang Park?” You say, a tinge of excitement in your voice as your eyes take in the beautiful view of the setting sun reflecting in the river.

Namjoon looks at you lovingly as you view the location. Hangang park isn’t away from any civilization, there’s still skyscrapers in view and it’s crowded. It’s not what you consider a traditional park, there’s not grass everywhere you look or trees surrounding you. There are platforms in stone and bigger patches of grass scattered around evenly. Even though it might not be the most green park, something about it brings you more comfort than others do. You think it might be the combination of city and nature, since you’ve lived in Seoul your whole life you’re used to tall buildings and city lights - all that comes with it. And with what Namjoon has taught you about nature, and how you’ve become someone who appreciates that setting as well, you really feel at home when you’re at Hangang Park. 

You said this to your boyfriend when you came here with him for the first time, and that’s probably his reason for choosing this specific location. It makes you feel warm inside, happy he takes all these things and uses them to make you feel relaxed and calm when you need it.

Namjoon comes up behind you and lays a hand over the small of your back, the two of you starting to walk slowly closer to the river. The sunset induces beautiful hues of orange and pink to paint over the blue sky, making the world around you breathtakingly beautiful. You feel some of the weight slowly ease off of your shoulders, and you feel as if you’re finally able to inhale and exhale deeply with ease. The both of you walk over to one of the grass-patches by the river, sitting down on it with shoulders touching and fingers intertwined.

You sit like that in silence for a few minutes, and you sense Namjoon knows you need to just be for a while. You enjoy the feeling of him next to you, his presence as the both of you watch the sky and its reflection in the body of water before you. Surrounding you, there are groups of friends, couples, families, also enjoying the wonderful time of day. The atmosphere around you is happy and tranquil, in contrast to your dark apartment you’d locked yourself in earlier.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumble, laying your head on Namjoon’s shoulder as you watch the hues of the horizon fade into the light blue above you.

A few more minutes of comfortable silence pass by, before he brings his attention to you.

He brings your interlocked hands up to plant a kiss on your knuckles. “Let it out.”

You look up at him, your response lazy, “Hmm?”

“Whatever you’re holding in, whatever’s bothering you. It won’t do any good for you to keep it in.”

You exhale, resting your head against his shoulder again as your eyes return to the skyline. “I’m feeling overwhelmed, and every thought that has entered my mind I’ve been overthinking for no reason. I feel like I’ve gone down this path that I’m now stuck on and I can’t see any lanes or exits for me to lead me in another direction. There’s so many outcomes that could occur if, when the opportunity comes, I choose to walk another way - so many things that could go wrong.” You stop, fingers of your free hand coming to fiddle with the cool metal of his rings as you think of what to say next. “I feel like I’m putting in a lot of effort to do good at work and with studying, but it doesn’t feel worth it when I’m not sure the hard work I’m putting in is doing anything for my future.” You look down at your hands as you feel the familiar lump of anxiety form in the back of your throat.

“It’s normal to have thoughts, and to overthink them. I’ve been where you are right now, and I get you. It’s normal to worry about the future, everyone does - because it’s full of uncertainty and you can never really know what to expect or what it’ll turn into as time passes.” He pauses, and his words bring you comfort - knowing you’re not completely alone in feeling like this. “Someone told me once to think of my mind as a tree, and of my thoughts as branches. For these branches to grow, you’ll have to experience a lot of different things - hurtful things, things that’ll anger and confuse you along with happy and hopeful things. Your mind consists of so many of these branches, there’s happiness, pain, hope, desperation, devastation - everything.” He speaks, hand coming up from time to time in front of him to gesticulate.

You listen carefully to his words as your eyes follow pastel clouds that float across the sky. You’ve always loved how self-aware Namjoon is, you’ve come to think of it as one of his most beautiful traits - one that you really adore. He’s always stayed true to himself, no matter what. He recognizes his mistakes and faults so that he can better them and become someone who’s greater than the person he was the day before. You wish you can be that one day, as good of a person as he is. He always tries to be the best version of himself.

“You’ll need to prune and cut them to take care of the tree, to care for your mind and for it to keep growing beautifully. The hurt will be unavoidable, but you’ll have to make these choices so you can continue to grow and blossom. These thoughts and feelings you’re currently feeling, try to think of them as branches of your young days, as branches of a young tree. When you’ve experienced all of the hurt, the grief, the happiness, the love - you’ll be a beautiful tree, the most beautiful tree.” He says. “I know you’ll be,” He turns to search for your gaze, wanting you to see and notice the sincerity of his words.

Your eyes meet his, inside of which sunsets of their own exist as the sky reflects in them. You feel the force that’s been pulling you down fade, and you feel yourself tearing up as you look at the man in front of you, whom you cherish most out of anything. You realize how blessed you are to have met someone like him, someone with a precious soul like his own.

“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling yourself starting to tear up.

Slightly embarrassed, you look away but you feel Namjoon’s finger nudge lightly at the underside of your chin - making your eyes meet his again. “No need to thank me baby,” He says softly, wiping your a few tears that escaped with the pads of his thumbs “I just want you to be okay, that’s all that matters.”

The love you feel for him spreads like a wildfire through your body. “I love you so much,” you say, eyes still looking into his.

A smile grows on his lips as he looks at you. “Come here,” he mumbles, hand reaching to the backside of your thigh.

He pulls your leg over both of his, so that you end up straddling his thighs before his arms snake around your waist to pull you into him. You embrace him by putting your arms around his neck and pressing your cheek against his. With your body now filled with relief and comfort, you find yourself wishing you could stay like this forever - keep him this close forever.

“I love you too,” He whispers in your ear.

The future remains a mystery, something you’ll never be sure of.

But in this moment, what you’re completely certain of, is your everlasting love for the man in your arms.

He’s your everything.

He’s your start and your end.

He’s your Solace.

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This Isn’t You : The Vampire Diaries Imagine {Part 3}

The effects of the vervain in your system were slowly wearing off as you regained consciousness, your vision adjusting to the sight of Stefan and Damon hovering over you.

“I think she’s starting to wake up,” Stefan said with relief as you failed to get up, weakness still prevailent. You saw Damon standing by the door looking distressed as ever at the sight.

You croak out a laugh as you lay helplessly on the cellar floor, where they had put you to avoid trouble with the bloodlust. “Locking me in the cellar, seriously? You two are pathetic” You weakly say with a smirk.

“That was desperate,” Stefan shoots back “Don’t you think that we can see right through you?”

“All i think is how the pair of you could be so stupid ” You chuckle humourlessly “I’m assuming you didn’t kill Katherine, meaning she’ll come after you when she wakes up”

“We’ll deal with her,” Damon says in a low voice to his brother, who solemnly nods in response. You feel your strength slowly return, but you made sure not to let them know.

“All i’m worried about is that pesky humanity switch, Y/N,” Damon says tauntingly “All the ways we get to torture it out of you, fun!”

Now, Damon hated the idea of hurting you in the slightest but he had to put on a show to make sure you knew what was in store for you. He was trying to trigger fear, rage. Anything at all.

You scoff at this, rolling your eyes at the dark haired vampire “You wouldn’t,”

“You think we want to do this?,” Stefan says with distress “We hate the thought of hurting you, Y/N. Just turn it on and we won’t have to!”

“Even if you manage to make me turn it on, i’ll remember all of this and i’ll hate you both for it,”

Damon shrugs at this, turning to his brother with an unbothered look on his face. “It’s worth the risk”

The vervain had weaned its way out of your system at this point, and you felt strong enough. With Damon and Stefan turning around to leave you in solitary, you gathered all of your strength and picked yourself up.

“You should’ve vervained me more” You hiss as the brothers look at you with surprise. You suddenly use your inhumane speed to flash towards the cellar door, away to your freedom, but instead you’re pushed back when you do manage to reach the door. Stefan had acted quickly by taking the syringe he had kept with him for this very reason, and jamming the poisonous substance in you once more.

“Now, that must hurt,” Damon says nonchalantly as you fall down in pain. You look at him incredulously as Stefan painfully shuts the cellar door on you. They were going to dry you out to weaken you before the whole ‘humanity switch flip’ process as Damon had put it.

You had no choice but to lay in solitary with your weakened state, waiting for the brothers to either take you out or a certain curly haired vampire to break you free. Katherine should’ve woken up by now, and she was probably furious. The Petrova vampire was ruthless when she didn’t get what she wanted.

You feel the effects of the vervain shortly after, slowly drag you into darkness once again. you close your eyes as you fall unconscious on the cellar floor.

—————

“Wake up, little Y/N”

You groggily open your eyes after what seemed like forever. Damon and Stefan looked at you with determination as you slowly look around to assess your surroundings. The brothers had tied you to a chair, with your arms up in chains.

“This the best you got?” You manage to let out with a breathy laugh “I didn’t think the pair of you were this amateur”

Damon’s infamous smirk appears as he approaches you “Oh, we’re just getting started Y/N. You of all people should know how creative i can be when i want something”

“Let me guess,” You groan “For me to turn on my humanity again?”

“And we have a winner,” He grins “The real question is if you’re gonna comply this time,”

You roll your eyes in response, not capable of feeling anything and not wanting to. Damon had gotten his answer when he gives his brother a solemn nod. Stefan grimly walks towards the large curtains in the living room which were drawn.

Stefan slightly parts the drawn fabric, allowing a little sunlight to almost reach you. You look confused when Damon glances at your hand with furrowed brows.

“You know the rules, bad girls don’t get nice jewellery”

You realise they had taken your daylight ring, meaning you could burn in the obvious sunlight that was shielded.

“You took my ring, i’m devastated” You say dryly “And bored. Can I go back to solitary now?”

“No, I kinda like you in the hot seat,” Damon shrugs as he looks at Stefan “Whenever you’re ready, brother”

“Am i supposed to be scared? You wouldn’t burn me, Stef” You say, still as emotionless as ever.

“You will be,” He says grimly “And when you are, focus on that fear Y/N. It’s the key to getting your humanity back”

With that being said, Stefan pulls back the curtain, allowing the light to escape and touch the skin of your arm which was still trapped in chains. You feel the searing pain of your flesh burning instantly, screaming in agony as it catches fire.

Damon quickly grabs the fire extinguisher, spraying your arm as Stefan quickly closes the curtains. He looked as disturbed as you’d ever seen him. Damon on the other hand, was determined as ever to see if he’d brought some emotion out of you.

You had felt rage, anger slowly building up at the sight of your arm slowly healing itself.

“I’m gonna kill you” You mumble under your breath. Damon throws his hands in the air “See? There’s a little rage. I should’ve known that would be the first emotion to get out of you.”

You were about to fire back with another angry comment when the door to the salvatore house suddenly flies open. Damon and Stefan quickly turn their heads.

“Now, the pair of you honestly didn’t think this would be the last time you’d see me now did you?”

Katherine Pierce looked as done as ever, with her hair all messed up and clothes dirty. She had a look on her face which screamed ‘Revenge’, and you couldn’t be happier for a vampire with no emotions.

“Katherine,” Damon hisses. The curly haired vampire glances at the sight of poor, tortured you.

“It’s funny, actually. I never thought you would hurt Y/N in a million years,” She says with malice. Stefan and Damon instantly flash in front of you, to prevent Katherine from freeing you. She chuckles humourlessly, stepping in front of the Salvatore boys.

“Give me Y/N, and I wont kill you for snapping my neck. Deal?”

“Like hell,” Stefan hisses protectively “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

You roll your eyes at the inability for the brothers to let go of you. “It’s pathetic how the pair of you can’t leave me be,” You spit out “I’m gone and i’m not coming back, and if you can’t accept that, it’s not my problem.”

Damon rolls his eyes at this, knowing better than to believe anything that comes out of an emotionless vampire’s mouth. Stefan however, looks hurt at your words. You couldn’t care less at this point, and all you wanted was to be free of these chains.

“See?,” Katherine counters “Free her before someone dies”

“I have a better idea,” Damon says with hostility “How about we don’t free her, and you can go rot in hell”

You suddenly hear a familiar voice as the doors of the mansion open once again, footsteps approaching the living room slowly where all of you resided. “Hello?”

You instantly knew who it was, a wide grin forming on your face as Elena Gilbert strolls in, as clueless as ever. Her calm features turn horrified quickly at the sight of the lot of you. Damon and Stefan match her expression.

“Y/N-” Elena begins saying, but Damon knew better than to wait another second with Katherine free to hurt her. It happened fast after that.

He quickly flashes towards the hostile Doppelgänger, holding a stake to her heart before she could make any other moves. You hear Stefan screaming for Elena to run in the midst of this, but you had other plans. With the Salvatore boys being distracted with the situation, you quickly took advantage by using the strength you had left, pulling hard on the chains and surely, they had broke you free.

You quickly pull yourself up, and catch Elena helplessly trying to get out of the house. You flash towards her before she could run towards safety, swiftly grabbing hold of her arm as you drag her back towards the living room following the screams of help. Damon had only just started to dig the stake deeper into Katherine, who only gave out sounds of pure agony when you stood in front of the vampires with your old friend struggling against your grip.

“I wouldn’t,” You spit out mercilessly, referencing towards Katherine “Unless you want the human blood bag to die along with the rest of you”

“You wouldn’t,” Damon breathes out, clearly scared for Elena’s life “You wouldn’t kill her”

You swiftly pull Elena towards you, holding her head sideways so her neck is exposed to you. Elena cries out in pain, but you were far from feeling anything at this point, with your eyes turning red and fangs growing out.

“Oh, I promise you I would,” You hiss “Let Katherine go and I won’t rip into her throat in front of you.” Stefan couldn’t move, since you had Elena. Damon couldn’t move because he had Katherine. They knew they had to let you go at this point.

Damon reluctantly takes the stake out of The Petrova, letting her heal before she could join you. Elena didn’t stop struggling against your grip until Katherine was next to you. You roughly push her towards the Salvatore brothers, who protectively stand in front of her.

You glare at the trio as they look at you with horrified expressions. They hadn’t seen a vampire so ruthless with their emotions turned off until you did it. Truth was, you loved it. You loved not feeling anything, and damn it if Stefan and Damon made you go back to the way you were.

“I expect you to not follow me this time” You finally say with a smirk before you flash out of the house with Katherine following. The pair of you get into her car, driving away to god knows where before the brothers had any second guesses. “We’ll find her again,” Damon says solemnly when you leave. Stefan nods grimly in response, his arms around a shivering Elena. “That wasn’t her, that was a monster,” She shakily says.

“You need to get her back, both of you”

“We will,”

————

“Thank you for saving me, Cupcake” Katherine grins at you from the drivers seat. “I owed you one,” You reply with a smile “Besides, i like my partner in crime”

“So, where were you thinking of going next? Preferably somewhere far from here,”

A sly smirk appears on your face, a city coming to mind where you know you’d have fun.

“I was thinking New Orleans”

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READ THE TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains mentions and descriptions of abusive relationships, ownership of significant others, threats, violence, and death. The behaviors and relationships depicted below are abusive and unhealthy. These are not examples of healthy relationships, it’s actually the opposite. This is meant to imagine the members of Ateez in a popular anime trope and it in no way represents their real-life personalities and characters. Real-life ATEEZ are actually known for being some of the kindest, most respectful idols in the industry. It’s fiction, it’s for fun, PLEASE DON’T READ IT IF YOU KNOW YOU WON’T LIKE IT OR THIS KIND OF STUFF DISTURBS YOU! 

Author’s Note: @zafira-profundis​ I’m really sorry about how long it took me to get to this. I hope you don’t mind that I made the reader a hybrid in this scenario, I just thought it would really fit for some reason. I don’t think it really hinders with anything else in your request. I have no clue why I keep putting yandere san and yandere hongjoong in these dystopian settings, but I think it really fits them for some reason. It was a very interesting request and I had a lot of fun writing it, just like your last one. Your prompts really make me go out of my comfort zone and spread my writing wings haha. With this one, I’m not quite sure I met the expectations I set for this imagine, but I still hope you like it. Best wishes to you, hope you enjoy the writing, and come back to request again!

Genre: angst??? Idk, this ended up having a very strange vibe to it to me, it’s not nearly as emotional as property of the pirate king

Word-Count: 1.8K+

You are in: The Amalgam Star System 

The first time you met Kim Hongjoong was when your owner, San, went to his tattoo shop for a consultation.

Most owners would leave their hybrids home for such affairs, but you had long since learned that San was far from most owners.

In another world, Hongjoong probably wouldn’t have made such an intimidating figure. After all, he wasn’t that tall nor that broad. Maybe if his hair was a natural color and he wore pastels and went to college and studied like all the other kids his age and he didn’t have that predatory look in his eye and authority in his voice, you would mistake him for being normal, for someone you could be friends with.

But this wasn’t the case. Because Hongjoong’s hair was a bright cold silver and the long silver rattail braids that hung from his head would have been out of place on anyone else but somehow he seemed to make it work. He had countless piercings in his ears, one in his eyebrow, and a flash of silver whenever he spoke told you that there was most likely one in his tongue as well. He wore custom clothes that he decorated with his own drawings, beautiful but haunting and somehow, at the ripe age of twenty-one, he was already a celebrated tattoo artist in the area.

San had let you see Hongjoong’s portfolio online when he was debating having him do his tattoo. You could see why he was so widely sought after. But there seemed to be something sinister that radiated from every line he drew, something that made you hiss, the fur on your tail standing up straight in alarm.

“And who’s this little kitten?” Hongjoong says, giving you a friendly smile, something dark and murky lurking in his black eyes that made you half-hide behind San.

San smiled proudly, petting your fluffy ears and saying, “This is Y/N. They’re a ragdoll-Persian mix. Say hi, Y/n.”

You looked at Hongjoong who rose an eyebrow.

“Hello,” you mumbled before immediately diverting your gaze downward.

Hongjoong chuckled. “They’re adorable.”

San was in a good mood today, hyper and friendly, easily distracted. He was completely oblivious to the way Hongjoong kept looking at you throughout the consultation.

The way he would lick his lips, eyes raking over your frame, your ears twitching toward every little sound you heard, your large fluffy tail curled around you protectively. He was like a starving man, and you a five-course meal, the only thing that could quench his hunger after so long being empty.

“How long have you had them?” Hongjoong asked lightly at the end of the consultation. His assistant was busy booking San into Hongjoong’s schedule next week and San was busy staring at you, holding you so tight to his side that you could barely breathe, petting your ears so roughly that you could barely tolerate it.

He was like a child, the lack of empathy in their small brains preventing them from seeing how rough they were treating the pretty pet they liked to play with.

But you didn’t dare say anything to him, you’d learned to stay silent a long time ago.

“Around 2,047 days, why?”

The assistant looked at San a bit startled, but Hongjoong said nothing, just smiled and chuckled. “You two seem very close,” he said.

You didn’t think that explained at all why he seemed to be so interested in you, but you said nothing as San nuzzled his face into your ears and hair. “Closer than glue,” he chirped.

As Hongjoong watched the two of you walk out of the shop, he knew he had to have you.

He’d never been interested in a hybrid before, never really been interested in any sort of companionship, no matter the species. But something about you he had to have. He had never seen anything more beautiful, more admirable, than his client’s little kitty.

Soon to be his kitty.

“His name is Choi San, the hybrid’s name is Y/N. This is his address and phone number. That should be enough to start them on the right path if they’re as good as you say they are. Tell them to find out whatever they can in a week. I want them with me within a week after his appointment at the latest.”

Seonghwa nodded, his face cold and expressionless as it always was as he took the slip of paper Hongjoong handed him.

The silver-haired man watched his friend’s limo pull off into the purple haze of the setting sun.

His chest swelled with excitement and a sense of cruel satisfaction as he glanced at the sketch that would be adorning San’s body in the next week.

He would make sure that he’d only have you after he did the tattoo.

He wanted San to have that reminder of you for the rest of his life. Wanted him to know that it was the man he trusted with his own skin that took his precious kitty.

When Hongjoong next saw San, the normally cheery boy had a frown on his face the entire time he was getting his tattoo.

You were nowhere in sight.

Despite craving to see you again after going so long without looking at what would soon be his prized possession, Hongjoong couldn’t help but smirk when he saw San walk into the tattoo parlor by himself.

He was just making this entirely too easy for Hongjoong.

San was too distraught to notice Hongjoong slip his phone out and send a quick text before they got started.

For someone with the reputation San had, Hongjoong found the man to be absurdly trusting.

He told Hongjoong all about his terrible week, how he’d been fired from his job, how there was an investigation pending against him for several work and personal related charges, how one of his rental properties had been destroyed in a fire, how his car had broken down.

Never before in his life had things gone so wrong in such a short span of time.

And, of course, San had the money to fix these things instantly, but it was more the fact that things were going wrong in the first place that was causing him such distress.

San didn’t like things going wrong.

“All done,” Hongjoong said with a smile.

It was beautiful, a depiction of San’s precious kitten on his left bicep that almost compared to the beauty of the real thing.

“It’s great, Hongjoong, wow, you really are talented,” San beamed.

Hongjoong said nothing, just stared at San as he skipped up to the cashier to pay.

For once in the week, something seemed to be going right.

“Do you have another card, sir?” the cashier asked, frowning. “This one’s being declined for insufficient funds.”

“What?” San yelped.

He had two other black cards and the cashier tried them each three times. Declined every single time.

Furious, San just took out a wad full of cash and threw it onto the counter, ignoring the cashier’s calls for him to wait for his receipt as he stomped out of the tattoo parlor, already on the phone yelling to the bank.

The final straw came that very same night.

“You’re looking like the cat that ate the canary,” Seonghwa drawled after a mouthful of steak.

Hongjoong smirked from across the table at his friend, raising his phone and flipping it around to show him.

It was a video, some sort of CCTV footage it seemed.

You were in a shelter, beaten, bruised, half-alive.

It was a gruesome, stomach-churning sight and Seonghwa just rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“A break-in,” Hongjoong said simply, taking the phone back and sliding it into his pocket as he continued to eat. “On the day when he came for his tattoo. When he got home, the culprits were still there. Mysterious enemies from a shady underground life full of law-breaking.”

Hongjoong took a sip of his scotch and smirked. “So sad that he was taken into custody, leaving poor little Y/N all alone.”

Seonghwa gave a mirthless chuckle, the whole situation seeming to be quite amusing to him.

“You’re evil,” he said.

“Not evil,” Hongjoong replied as he wiped his mouth and pulled out his wallet, tossing the cash for his meal onto the table and standing. “Just determined.”

Seonghwa was still laughing as Hongjoong left the restaurant, already knowing the location of your shelter by heart.

He was in no rush.

The staff knew very well that there was only one person permitted to adopt you and they would pay dearly if the tried to stand in the way of Hongjoong and his new trophy.

Your entire body ached as you lay on the oversized dog bed that was standard for all hybrids at an orphanage.

It was cramped but better than catching pneumonia from the freezing concrete floor.

The thin blanket did nothing to stop your shivers which was unfortunate because every movement was agony.

You should be used to it.

San would go into regular fits of rage and this was not the first beating you had received.

But the beating combined with the stress of being ripped away from your home and owner and tossed into a shelter, unsure of your fate once again, was starting to weigh heavily on you now that the initial days of shock were over with.

You weren’t particularly attached to San or your home with him, it was rare for hybrids to come across owners that it was worth getting attached to at all. But at least with San you knew what to expect.

At least there you had relative stability.

“This is the nearest veterinarian,” you heard a soft, feminine voice speak, floating in and out of your head as you began to lose consciousness for the pain. No one wasted money on pain-killers for a hybrid without an owner.

“We can have them come here, or to your residence to tend to them. You could, of course, drive to the vet and have them take care of Y/N there, but with all they’ve been through recently, I wouldn’t advise it.”

Your eyes widened when you heard your name.

Sound became hard to decipher and the conversation sounded like it was occurring underwater, but you could at least make out the sound of your enclosure opening.

And you immediately know the face of the man who was crouching in front of you, about to claim you for his own.

“Hello, kitten. Miss me?”

As you looked at his pretty face, shining silver hair, and deep sinister eyes, you knew there was no hope. 

The Amalgam Star System 

Starlink Intergalactic Navigator 

[onigirishawn]

needy

Hi! I tend to have a very strong connection with the songs I listen to. Thought I’d make it into a series of imagines based on some of my favourite songs

Summary : [Based on the song ‘needy’ by Ariana Grande] “needy” shows how Y/N feels insecure and craves emotional support and attention from Shawn. Though Y/N feels like she’s asking for too much, she at least expects Shawn to appreciate being needed.

Includes ; Triggering topics like bullying and assault

YOUR POV

I nervously walk around the room. Biting onto my already brittle nails. Panicking, unable to think about anything else except the growing anticipation for Shawn’s return. I start to grow uncomfortable, feeling as if I’m suffocating. I rush over to the kitchen counter to pour myself a glass of water. I drink my water shakily and quickly put it down on the counter, still feeling anxious. I’ve been in this distressed state for half an hour already. I wasn’t too sure why I was having this.. I was just looking back on a few photos in my old photo album from a few years back just now and the flashbacks started coming in. I was fragile and easily broken back then... I was only 16 when I faced the bullying, the comments that made me feel so little. Looking back on my high school photos suddenly made me so anxious.

On top of that, social media has been horrible to me. I read through harsh comments about me, ‘Fat cow’ , ‘Unworthy for Shawn’ , ‘Gold digger’ . I knew that this was what I have to go through but today just put me down. How could people be so cruel?

I instantly reminisced on my high school days, where I was going through similar bullying and an abusive relationship with my then-boyfriend who used to make me feel so unworthy. I especially didn’t forget the night he took advantage of me. The night that I still cry myself to sleep about every night.

That was years ago but the pain stains me forever. The comments and actions were still fresh. I told myself so many times , Stop being so dramatic , move on already Y/N! , You’re a disaster but it never stopped. I’ve told Shawn about my horrible past in school but I’ve never told him about my ex-boyfriend who took advantage of me. I felt ashamed of myself. I blamed myself for the night, I should have known better.

Sometimes I feel scared that if I told Shawn... he would leave me.

I jumped to the sound of the door opening. I quickly walked in the hallway where Shawn finds me distraught and red with fresh tears.

“Y/N?” He walked over to me, “Baby.. what happened?” He said as he cupped my face with both hands. I reached out to feel his hands, leaning my head to his hold. “Shawn...” I said tearfully and dropped down to my knees where he quickly held me up to avoid hitting the hard floor. “Baby I’m going to carry you to our room and we’ll talk all about it okay?” He said and I nodded lightly, feeling guilty he had to deal with me being this distraught. Shawn carries my up bridal style and slowly carried me to our shared bedroom.

Why am I doing this to him? I ask myself. I ask so much from him. I know how crazy busy he is as a huge star and here I am crying every night whenever he comes home as he rescues me from my distraught. He never fails to tend me.. but that’s where I grow worried if Shawn might one day get tired and consider me needy and one day.. leave me.

This added more panic to me as I felt my heart race. I fight myself to stop making such a scene but it always gets out. I feel the warmth of the bed, adding a subtle sooth to my worries. Shawn climbs to our bed and slowly wraps the blanket around me. He stays by my side and coos at me to calm down, “Shhh it’s alright baby, I’m here okay?”

I take in big breaths as I look into his deep eyes. I was so scared of losing him one day. “I’m sorry Shawn.. I put you in so much trouble on top of that you have to do so much work and you always come home to me being distraught-“ Shawn kisses my forehead , “Don’t.” He says softly as he brushes a strand from my face. “Baby, don’t ever feel like a burden. You aren’t.” He smiles which soothes me more.

“Baby.. can you tell me what happened?” He continued, back to being worried. I gulp. “It’s just .. it’s just my flashbacks..” I sigh, my usual answer, except there was more to it. “High school?” He nods, understanding quickly. I nod..uncertain.

“Baby.. are there things I don’t know?” He asks. I shot up to his eyes, scared. Does he know? “No-no .. of course not.” I shake my head.

“We’ve been together for 2 years. Please tell me, I won’t judge, you know I love you right?” He begs. Oh Shawn... you probably won’t look at me the same.

I sit myself up, wiping my last remaining tears, trying my best to gain the confidence to tell him. It was time. I had to tell him one day. He wraps his arm around my waist, making me feel better.

“I’ve been feeling this for a while..” I whisper, “You come home to my panic attacks and you deserve to know what really happened.” I sigh. Shawn starts to grow worried. I was too.. I didn’t want to lose him too. “It’s just yes.. it is the high school memories. Those girls who hurt me.. but there was a boy.” I gulp at my last word, Shawn adds more grip on me. “We were 16 and.. he was abusive. I thought he would change. I thought that I could handle it. I thought maybe he did love me and this was just a small part of his flaws.” I cracked through my words,

“But in those 2 years I endured the worst. He would get drunk after parties and pull on my hair and drag me around. At first I thought I should excuse it because he was drunk..but it started getting worse. He verbally abused me whenever I messed up. He would get drunk with his mates and encourage them to ... touch me. In one night... it happened. They touched me.” I choked. I still had a few more words to say, “My parents loved him though. He was rich.. he’d buy them gifts. He’d buy my little siblings gifts. He was so sweet with them.. my family was wrapped around his little finger... which just gave me more reasons why I shouldn’t leave him because my family was expecting a future for us. If my family found out I left him, they’d think I’m a coward. But there was no way I was going to tell them what happened. He would threaten me and tell me how he’d hurt me more if I told them and that I’d be considered a slut. The comments I get on social media just remind me of the past so much.” I cried through my words.

I can’t believe I said it all out. I was scared to look at Shawn’s face. It was just silence between us. “Now you know...you’re probably disgusted with me.” I said while bringing my hands to my face, sobbing.

“Baby.. oh my god baby.” He said as he wrapped me in his arms, allowing me to sob into his shoulder. He wrapped me up so nicely in his arms, adding comfort. Making me feel glad. “Whoever that guy was.. he’s going to hell. And god I hate him so much I just want to break him up. Oh my god I’m so-“ Shawn said in frustration as I felt his hand grip tighten to his frustration. He muffled more curse words as he expressed his anger, it sounded as if he wanted to punch a wall.

“ Babe..can you look at me?” He said after a few moments, I looked up to him and saw his eyes were filled with anger and sadness. “You are the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met in the whole wide world. You’ve been the best friend and girlfriend for me and I can’t express how grateful I am for you in my life. You are a gift from God.” He kisses my forehead many times. “I love you so so so so so much you have no idea.” He was clearly still lost for words. “Please, let me help you go through this. No one deserves this. You don’t deserve this. You’re my baby? How could this happen to such a beautiful soul like you?” He says, tearing up as he rocks our bodies. I feel his tears.

“I will never leave you. I will never ever take advantage of you. I will love you and only you forever. Heck I’ll give up my life for you Y/N.” He whispers into my ear.

I look up to him, “Shawn... I’m sorry.. I’m being so needy.” I cry.

I feel his head shake, disagreeing, “No baby. You make me feel needed. Do you know how good you make me feel? It feels so good to be needed by you.”

I felt so desperate for his touch, I kiss him tearfully. We were both expressing our sadness through a passionate kiss. He kissed my neck and whispered , “You’re so beautiful. I’m so sorry you went through those years baby.”

I rest my forehead on his, “I was worried you’d leave me.. I felt ashamed for my past.” He cupped my face , “Don’t ever. I would never leave you. We can go through this Y/N . Just stay with me and we’ll work this out. I’m going to make sure you feel all my love and appreciation for you every single fucking day.” I nodded and kissed him passionately again.

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Hoped you guys liked it! I put a lot of heart into it and I hoped it touched your 💓

[skz-thunderous-stays]

Okay so I wrote this last night and was encouraged by the lovely @roger-drummerboy-taylor to post it so here it is! My first proper piece of writing in three years. A Meet the Robinsons ficlet with my OC Bella Framagucci. Enjoy! Xx

Bella sighed as she slammed the door to her bedroom closed, leaning against it as she closed her eyes. All she wanted to do was to spend some time with her family and her dad but she couldn't beceue she was scared of leaving her room and it was all because of her fear of contamination OCD. It hadn't been that bad up until now but now it made her scared to go outside and it made her scared to spend time with her family just incase she ran into her Uncle Cornelius. She loved Uncle Cornelius with all her heart but her OCD made it hard. She was terrified if anything that could harm her such ad chemicals and well with Uncle Cornelius being a scientist and spending a lot of time in his lab, well it sent her fear into overdrive. She would only leave her room and socialise when her uncle was on business trips but now with him being back for a while, she knew she wouldnt be leaving her room for a while and while it wasn't ideal, she could live with it. She had an en suite bathroom (like most of the bedrooms in the house) and she had plenty of things to keep her occupied and she was sure she would be able to get Carl to being her meals up for her.

Bella flicked the lock on her door before she made her way to her bed, grabbing her phone off the bedside table before she flipped down on her bed, unlocking it and immediatley a message popped up from her cousin..well one of her many. The Robinsons were a large family.

[From: Laszlo. {Hey, what's up? Uncle C gets back and you immediately lock yourself in your room until he leaves}]

Bella sighed as she tried to think of a response. She couldn't leave him on read or she would have him at her door before she could even blink.

[From: Bella. {I'm fine, Laz. It's just a bit hard to explain it when I'm trying to find a way to explain it to my dad before I tell anyone else in the family. Once I've told dad then I'll tell everyone else. I promise. I'm fine though x Just let uncle Cornelius know that I love him and it's nothing person x }]

Bella sighed as she put her phone down beside her. She thought it was stupid that Bella Framagucci was scared of chemicals when her Uncle was a well known scientist. It never bothered her when she was little but it had started whe she got into secondary school and gradually got worse from there. Whenever she had science class as soon as she got home she threw her clothes in the trash and had showers that could take up to an hour. It was the only way her mind could calm down but at least she didnt have to worry about science class for 3 months since she was summer break and then she only had two years left when she could finish high school at 18. She just had to survive 2 more years and she was hoping she would be able to drop science when she went back.

"You know you cant hide this forever right?" Carl spoke as he walked into Bella's room with her evening meal.

"Yes. Thank you Carl. I know that. Everyone keeps reminding me about that" Kim groaned as Carl put her meal and her dessert down on her table before he walked over and placed a cold metallic hand on her shoulder which caused the 16 year old girl to look up.

"Everyone is just worried. You lock yourself up for days and then act like nothing is wrong and you wont tell your dad what's wrong and he's extremely worried.." Carl trailed off and Bella nodded. Gaston Framagucci, Bella's dad, was one of the nicest people alive (he entire family were nice), he never lost his temper, was eccentric just like everyone in their family was, competitive bit extremely loving and caring and would do anything to protect those he loved a d he was slightly protective of Bella ever since her mum died when Bella was only 4 years old and as she grew she resembled her dad is some many ways with the same black hair with the family cow lick, brown eyes and slightly pointed nose with her mom's dimples.

"I know Carl..I'm just trying to figure out a way to tell everyone" That was true but she was also putting it off. She knew her family would be understanding, except maybe Aunt Petunia but she was always cranky and temperamental and Bella had grown used to it. She knew her family would make changes to make sure she wasnt triggered but she didn't want to bother them with that.

"Whatever you say, whatever it is, you know they are going to support you"

"I know Carl and thanks for that little talk and for bringing my food up"

"Well I couldn't have you starving now could I?" Carl laughed as he made his way to the door while Bella laughed.

"Wow Carl, you're so kind" Bella chuckled as she waved goodbye to Carl, then she was once again alone in her room. As Bella walked over to her desk , it hit her how badly she missed sitting at the large table, large enough to sit 13, with her family members while hearing Frankie the frog singing and even form her room, she could hear the mumbled conversation from the dining room.

She missed it so much but she just couldn't risk it. She wouldnt even be able to leave the room if she wanted her, her fear just didnt make it possible. She sat down as her desk, eating her dinner alone as she played music to drown out the conversation from downstairs.

"Any word from her?" Franny asked as Carl walked back into the dining room and all eyes turned to look at the robot who just shook his head in response. Gaston's usual goofy smile instantly fell and Franny noticed her brothers expression and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"She'll tell us when she's ready Gaston..its just important that we don't push her" Franny spoke softly in attempts to calm her brother. She hated seeing him in distress. She had only seen him like this once before and that was after his wife died and it crushed her back then.

"Maybe you should go to her and talk to her after dinner?" Billie suggested and Gaston looked up to look at Billie.

"I know Franny said wait but darling, it tears us apart to see you this worried and upset." Lucille spoke up with the motherly smile on her face and Gaston was so thankful for his mother in law at that moment.

"You really think I should?" Gaston asked and a chorus of agreements welcomed him.

"If we wait for her to tell us then she might never tell us" Corenlius sent a quick smile to his brother in law and he was more than happy to see Gastin return the smile. It was strange to see Gaston without a smile, even when he was injured from his stunts, he was always smiling.

Gasto jogged up the stairs to his daughters room, taking them two at a time. He wouldn't force her to tell him anything but he just wanted to let her know that she could tell him anything and he wouldn't be mad but as a Dad he just hoped that it wasn't anything to serious. As a parent, you just wanted to keep children safe and he couldn't keep his wife safe..he had to protect Bella.

Gaston walked up to his daughters door and knocked on the door, hearing the music playing in her room. He heard movement from behind the door, footsteps getting closer to the door. Relief flowing through him when Bella opened the doors even though it was just a crack.

"Dad?" Bella asked softly as she opened the door all the way.

"Hey sweetie, can we talk?" Gaston asked and he didn't miss the way Bella seemed to tense up but she nodded none the less, moving aside so Gaston could walk in. Gaston walked into his daughters room, looking around at how she redecorated it. Light red walls, her double bed pushed up against the wall with black bedding and black pillows, just like her dads outfit, her bookcase overflowing with books, notebooks stacked up on her writing desk, her clothes hung neatly on the clothes racks she had insisted on, pictures of her family in little and large frames all around her room. The photo of the family on Christmas morning from last year in the large frame on her writing desk, positioned so she would be looking at it when she woke up and he smiled as his eyes focused on it. Bella laughing as she was pulled into a hug by Laszlo and Tallulah, Wilbur sat in front of her as Bella pulled him into a hug with the family laughing and smiling but Gaston couldn't miss the two small photo frames on her bedside table. One of them held the picture from the day she wa born, Gaston and his wife, looking st a sleeping Bella who lay in her mom's arms and the other one was from Bella's third birthday with her mom kissing her right cheek while Gaston kissed her left cheek as Bella was clapping over the cake in front of her. Gaston smiled softly at that picture, feeling tears build up in his eyes.

"Dad..you okay?" Bella asked softly, bringing her dad out of his thoughts as he nodded.

"I'm fine, my little cannonball" Gaston smiled as he sat down on her bed and Bella grinned as she sat down next to him, loving his nickname for her. Dad always did love canonballs.

"So what's up?" Bella asked softly.

"Sweetie, I'm not going to push you to say anything and I am going to support you no matter what..I just want to know what's going on in that little head of yours that makes you hide from us"

Bella tried to keep it in but she couldn't as she burst into tears, the stress, the fear and the isolation finally getting to her. She explained it all to her dad as he held her close, wrapped tightly in his arms as she poured her heart out to him. Gaston knew the family were down the hall, listening to every word but he could only focus on his daughter.

"Bella, why didnt you say anything? You know we would of done anything to help you.." Gaston whispered to his daughter as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We love you.."

"I didn't want to bother anyone.." Bella spoke, tears still rolling down her face.

"You could never bother us" Came a voice from the doorway and Bella and Gaston looked over to see Uncle Art (Gaston and Franny's brother) stood in the doorway with the rest of the family, including Cornelius who looked freshly showered and dressed in something that wasnt his work clothes (so Bella would feel comfortable around him).

"We love you" Uncle Fritz spoke up with a smile, Petunia on his hand as always.

"And we would do anything to make you feel comfortable" Grandpa Bud joined in as Grandma Lucille nodded.

"And we'll get through this together" Laszlo smiled at his cousin, an arm slightly around his sister's shoulders as he wasnt hovering for once. Tallulah nodded at what her brother said.

"You aren't alone" She added.

"You got us" Wilbur grinned at his cousin.

Bella got up and walked over to her family who had now migrated into her room. She stood in front of Cornelius and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you.." She spoke, her voice muffled by his sweater, her shoulders shaking as she cried happy tears. Cornelius hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead.

"Anything for you Bella" He whispered into her as he pair fell to their knees, hugging and within a minute, the hug turned into the Robinson family hug.

With this family, Bella knew she would be alright. She was a Robinson and a Robinson just kept moving forward. As she looked at her family, she let herself smile as she closed her eyes, relaxing into the hug. She would be okay.

[emeraldtawny]

Siren/Pirate!AU MC, Oliver & Loki - Secrets In The Fog

Guys....before you continue down this rabbit-hole, the original AU is by the absolutely amazing @chiefofpigs so you should definitely read her relationship chart and how this story begins !

SO! Once again, I am incapable of keeping a story brief but this AU literally breathes life into my veins and as soon as I saw Loki’s inclusion into this AU, I knew I had to include him so here we are I seem to love including Oliver as minor roles in my stories recently....huh  ANYWHO! Here is my first fic of 2019, and it’s using an amazing writer’s AU so all the better~! ;3

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Another quiet night.

The thought passes through her head as the young woman moves through the tavern she works at with ease, her presence both soothing and uplifting to the patrons around her. The regulars know very well of the bubbly yet soft-spoken tavern waitress; how the curl of her lips as she offers you a drink is truly genuine, or how she will always ask you about your day, not from obligation but from interest. Newcomers or travellers passing by for a quick drink enjoy the change of pace, appreciating the somewhat rare expression of such sincerity in these trying times.

She hums to herself as she works, the loose waves of hair framing her face that are too stubborn to be tied back flowing freely with her seemingly effortless movements. The song she hums is a familiar one to her, one that holds a place deep within her heart and always reminds her of the beautiful, dulcet tones of the voice who she first heard the captivating song from.

“Excuse us, miss. Another round of beer for the table, if you would.”

“Coming right up, sir!”

She never notices the spring in her step whenever she thinks of him, her mind too enraptured to fully grasp how much he has a hold on her - a hold that she would gladly stay in, whether circumstantially forced to or not.

She glides to the bar over to where her boss is idly cleaning the glassware. The man, Oliver, hardly spares a glance at her, but this is in no way cold or dismissive. He grabs a few glasses and tops them with tapped beer, the foam falling smoothly over the precipice of each of the glass’ rims. He places them on a tray and slides it to her, the exchange between boss and employee complete. She simply smiles and nods, taking the tray in one hand before turning around to head towards the required table. She sets the tray of golden beer down on the table.

“Here you are. I hope you enjoy your drinks.”

“Thanks, dear.”

With a smile, she grabs the now unoccupied tray and moves to head back to the bar - she doesn’t make it very far.

“Oi, sweetheart. Come back here for a sec. I’ve got a question for ya.”

Despite the man’s gruff authoritative voice, she remains smiling as she turns back to face the man calling upon her, “Can I help you, sir?”

The man grunts, his expression as he assesses her the epitome of untrusting. “I’ve heard rumours ‘bout you ‘round here, love. People say you’re a nice young lass, always kind and helpful regardless of the folk passin’ through.”

Feeling slightly embarrassed by his remarks, she politely bows, “Thank you, sir. It’s very nice to know that-”

“Hold up, I ain’t finished yet.”

She uprights herself, meeting the man’s gaze swirling with seething contempt. “People say that, but that’s just because they don’t know what you really are.”

The calm merriment in the tavern is as good as dead, everyone’s attention focused on the conversation unfolding. Oliver keeps a steely eye on everyone, his movements tense as if ready to act if necessary.

The young woman’s gaze shifts to confusion. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“I’ve seen you hangin’ round the ports at night, thinkin’ you’re all alone so no one can see you emerge into yer true form, you sea witch.”

Her delicate eyebrows furrow at his words, “Sea witch? You compare me to something of myth?”

“It ain’t myth, sweetheart, so stop playing dumb! No sane girl would hang around the sea at night unless they wanted pirates to abduct them, sirens to suck the life outta them or….you were wantin’ to go home to the ocean you belong in.”

His voice grows colder as realisation dawns on him, the scraping of his wooden chair against the floorboards grating patrons’ ears as he stands, looming over her significantly smaller stature. He laughs mirthlessly, “That’s it, ain’t it? You’re just a fish outta water tryna go back. So why don’t you?! Go back home to the cold depths where you belong, you wretched sea hag!”

A lifeless metallic clink echoes in the still air. The man turns, any expression of anger he was ready to let out forced back by the sight of a barrel of a gun pointed directly at him.

“I think you’ve made your point. Now it’s time for me to make mine-” Oliver’s hand on the pistol is steady, his finger resting on the trigger, “-Get the hell out of my tavern. One more targeted remark from you at my staff and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

The man’s hulking frame shakes in fear. He grabs a bag of coins from his pocket, carelessly tossing on the table before dashing out of the tavern. Everyone seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief, the atmosphere calming once again.

Oliver returns his pistol to its place under the counter and motions to his waitress to come to him. She swallows and walks slowly to the bar, the nerves built up in her throat from the tense accusations still yet to have dissipated. She meets Oliver’s eyes, their colour similar to the pistol he was just wielding, an involuntary shiver running through her.

“You alright?”

What is meant to be a “Yes” instead emerges from her lips as a strangled “Mm” noise, her throat still constricted. She nods to affirm her point and Oliver sighs.

“Is what he was saying true? Have you been going out to the harbour at night again?”

Her eyes break away from his own to stare at the freshly polished counter, her hands tightening in the fabric of her dress. Oliver keeps his gaze steady on her face, looking for the telling flicker in her eyes of her easily readable honesty. He says nothing, waiting uncharacteristically patiently for her to respond. After a minute, he turns back to polishing the glassware, his deep voice cutting through her thoughts.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. I’m your boss, not your guardian. But just be careful, okay?” She nods with an affirmative sound and Oliver sighs again, more from relief than exasperation, “Take the rest of the night off, go clear your head. Be back before the fog sets in. I’ll be waiting.”

She blinks, unsure if what she just heard were her boss’ words. A smile breaks across her face, the thought that she has someone who cares for her putting her mind at ease. She dashes back to her room on the second floor, undoing her apron all the while. Removing the ribbon from her hair with a simple tug, her natural waves succumb to gravity and flow down her back. After a quick check in the mirror, she’s dashing down the stairs and outside, her hair tickling her exposed shoulders.

The lanterns light the linear path to the harbour, her light steps still causing the aged floorboards to creak underneath her as she walks. She breathes in the cool, salty breeze that she adores, her chaotic thoughts like the crashing waves instantly soothed to nothing more than a gentle ripple. She reaches the end of the dock, admiring the few ships anchored down as she walks without a destination. Reaching the edge of the wooden walkway, she closes her eyes and begins to sing, her voice resonating out to the vast nothingness of the ocean. She smiles as she sings, feeling accomplished at how much she has improved since when she first learned the foreign lyrics. She knows that she shouldn’t be doing this, that she should be inside in her room, but she feels beckoned to the harbour, to the deep ocean before her so close yet still so far away.

(I want to see you.)

Through her closed eyelids, she doesn’t notice the fog slowly creeping in and swirling ominously around her legs, nor does she notice the almost silent footsteps over her singing. She lets out a breath of satisfaction and solace, reopening her eyes to those of ruby and amber, seeming to shine without light. She stiffens and jumps back, her foot slipping on the edge of the walkway.

“Ah-!”

She squeezes her eyes shut, yet she feels no chill from the seawater running through her spine, nor the wetness on her skin. She opens her eyes again to mismatched hues, the man’s arms around her waist and a few feet from where she almost fell.

“My, that was awfully close. Do be careful out at night. Who knows what would have happened if you fell into the ocean.”

“U-um, yes. Thank you.”

His arms release her and she takes a precautionary step backwards. He smiles, an odd combination of innocence and mystery that has her curious. Before she can even ask, he speaks.

“You should head back home before the fog sets in. Wouldn’t want Oliver to condemn your actions, now would we?”

“Wait...how do you--?”

He chuckles, thoroughly amused by her shock, “You need not know anything about me, except that I am better than most at knowing what goes on around here. I have nothing better to do, you see,” His grin somehow widens, taking on a more knowing, fiercer edge, “For example, I know you come out here most nights to sing to the sea. And that you’re not always alone.”

She stiffens, opening her mouth to retort but is quickly silenced by his hand, the force applied enough to keep her quiet but nothing to cause harm. “Don’t try to lie to me, my dear. I’ve seen him. Or, I guess it’s more accurate to say that I’ve seen them both.”

She gasps, his hand stifling the sound. He continues, “Seems that man calling you a sea witch wasn’t too outlandish. If you’re conversing with the creatures meant to suck the souls from humans and are still living, then maybe you have something special about you,” He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he watches the quickly growing distress in her eyes, “You can even sing the siren’s song and feel no bewitchment...although, I guess your pirate friend can’t say the same.”

(What? What is he saying? What does he mean? How does he know all of this?!)

Her thoughts spiral, no answers and only questions. She breaks free of his grasp, ready to run until-

“A shame you haven’t seen your pirate friend in a few weeks. And I was going to tell you when he was next coming back to town.”

She freezes almost subconsciously, her feet still while her brain screams at her to run. She should know better, she should be back at the tavern by now, unconcerned with the man before her. So why isn’t she moving?

The fog settles deeper around the docks, creeping slowly around them, its presence near suffocating and threatening to leave the lantern lights redundant. She looks over her shoulder, meeting the man’s gleaming gaze.

(I...want to see him too.)

“What do you know?”

The man grins wide, his trap in place. “He’s a pirate on a ship called The Heart Breaker. New recruit, yet he has his sea legs. They like this town for its neutrality and good trading posts. I happen to have intel that The Heart Breaker will be back in port on the next full moon.”

Eyes wide, she racks her brain for the next time that will be. “That’s in….four days.”

“It is indeed. Is that all you wanted to know?”

She nods, “Yes, thank you. I won’t ask how you know this, but you have my gratitude.”

He chuckles, herself unsure if it’s the presence of the fog making him appear more sinister. “ You didn’t actually think I would just tell you what you wanted without an exchange, did you?”

She swallows hard, chills running through her spine. “I--I have nothing of value. I swear, please.”

He steps towards her, the fog seemingly parting for him. Her feet feel as heavy as lead, unable to run as he drifts within arm’s reach of her.

“I’m not asking for much. And what I want is something only you can get me,” He leans in, whispering into her ear, “I need you to get me one of your siren friend’s scales.”

“What?”

She baulks, in disbelief of his request.

“I want a siren scale,” He reiterates, “The rumours of their opalescent scales holding a myriad of colours intrigues me. Get me one of your friend’s scales and I’ll consider your debt paid.”

“But, I--”

“Haven’t seen him? Maybe not, but I know he’s emerged from the surface for you and that he’s been close enough to you to touch.”

She falls silent, her eyes transfixed on his own. He grins, stepping back from her but never once letting his gaze waver.

“You’re a pretty girl, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Maybe you can beguile the beguiler.”

The last thing she sees are his eyes, blood and gold, staring at her until the fog inhibits her vision. She rushes forward hoping to catch him, but as she emerges from the fog, he’s nowhere to be seen. She frowns, looking around near frantically for him. She sighs silently, resigning herself to simply walk back to the tavern, ready for Oliver to rip into her.

As she walks back with the last of the sun setting behind her, the man who she was searching for emerges from the fog, watching her return to town with a wry smile gracing his lips.

“With her voice, she enchants; with her beauty, she deprives of reason - voice and sight alike deal destruction and death.” He chuckles under his breath as the fog engulfs him, his eyes glinting with the small shred of lantern light penetrating the deep fog, “A siren uses its voice and a pirate uses its sword, but all bring destruction and death regardless.”

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Two Faced (Ch.6)

↳ gif header is made by © @softjeon. Please don’t try and steal it and make it your own.

➵ Pairing(s): Gang!Jungkook x Female!OC & Gang!Mark Lee x Female!OC x Gang!Seokjin

➵ Genre(s):  College!AU, Mafia/Gang!AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Love Triangle & Slight-Fluff

➵ Warning(s): Mentions of anxiety // panic attack 

➵ Words: 6K

➵ Co-writer: @softjeon​

➵ Summary: Two girls. Two gangs. One craved absolute control over the city of Seoul. While, the other simply craved sleep and good grades. Now, what do these two ladies have in common? Simple. They have nothing in common—or so they think. Everyone knows the saying, “never judge a book by its cover”, so maybe there is something more to these two than meets the eye…especially when one of them is suddenly thrown into the underground life. Loyalties will be tested. Romance will blossom. Yup. Sounds like an average college day…

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Chapter 6 - Seeing a Whole New Side

Sowon rushed to the car, jumping into the passenger seat before she screamed for Taehyung to ‘fucking’ drive off. As soon as he was on the highway, she turned and climbed over on the backseat, not even caring that there was little to no room, as she hovered over Sumin.

“Hey baby,” Sowon said with a faint smile, soothing over the younger’s cheek. An arm wrapped Sowon’s waist, as Jungkook pulled her more onto his lap to keep her safe, while Taehyung was driving recklessly.

“Just try and keep her awake, Jinnie,” Sowon said, her gaze meeting Seokjin’s worried one. “She will be fine, don’t worry!” The leader reached out for the older member and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “Trust me.”

Seokjin made a noise as he shot his leader a look of disbelief. How could be so sure that Sumin’s going to be fine. She currently laid, almost on the brink of unconsciousness, on his lap. Her breathing was practically faint as she fought to stay awake as Sowon instructed her to do.

“Can’t I just take a quick nap?” the gang heard the drugged victim mumble.

Sowon instantly snapped, “NO! Do not go to sleep, you hear me!”

Sumin scoffed softly with a tiny amused smile. Of course, that would her roomie’s reaction. But, she still wanted to ask anyway as the desire to close her eyes increased.

“Oh...I’m going to just close my eyes then…I’m not sleeping...” She mumbled in a slurred tone as her eyes fluttered shut.

Seokjin, Jungkook, and Sowon all snapped towards Sumin. Their eyes widened. Fear swiftly took control.

Being the first one to act, Seokjin gently cupped Sumin’s cheeks before lightly tapping them, hoping the annoying action would get her to awaken.

A few more occurred and nothing happened. Her eyes remained shut, causing the trio become even more worried.

Sowon’s heart was beating into overdrive, her chest rising heavily with every breath she took, her eyes fixated on Sumin. She couldn’t let anything happen to her. She just couldn’t.

As soon as Taehyung stopped in front of the mansion, Sowon jumped out of the van, the boys following her with Seokjin holding Sumin. But as soon as they were inside, Sowon snapped around. Sumin was barely keeping up on her own feet, holding onto Seokjin as she slurred a few mumbled words.

“I’ll take care of her,” Sowon growled low, taking Sumin out of Seokjin’s grip who looked at her in shock, but a hand on his shoulder made him shut his mouth again. Seokjin turned to see Jungkook next to him, before his gaze wandered back to Sowon who easily lifted the smaller woman princess style and carried her into the bathroom. She needed to do this alone. Arguing with the leader now could end deadly.

“Hey, baby,” She mumbled soothing over Sumin’s hair as she made the younger girl drink some water from a cup. She maneuvered Sumin over to the toilet and soothingly whispered, “I know this won’t feel good right but trust me…”

With an unpleasant expression on her own face, Sowon stuck her fingers down Sumin’s throat until some of the leftover alcohol and drugs evacuated her stomach. The leader kept a hold on her hair, while Sumin kept on coughing.

“I am sorry, baby,” She whispered, rubbing soothing circles on her back as Sumin bend forward one more time. Sowon was worried out of her mind, making sure that the younger kept getting enough water into her system, soothing her and telling her that everything would be fine. Holding her in her arms, Sowon caressed over her arms, talking quietly to keep Sumin conscious.

A soft yet long groan left her lips as her throat felt raw. Throwing up was something Sumin never wanted to do again. She continued to gulp a few sips of water, hoping the cool liquid would soothe the burning sensation. Luckily, it did, even if it was only for a few moments before Sumin started to cough, creating moments that seemed like she was going to vomit again.

Hearing her cough almost violently pained Sowon as it triggered unwanted memories of her mother. While the situations were different, the heartache it caused wasn’t. Ever since the death of her mother, Sowon vowed to never feel that sort of distress ever again. Yet here she was, wanting to kill every single member of NCT for drugging Sumin. If she could, Sowon would personally go to NCT’s hideout and choke the living shit out of Mark.

But she couldn’t…at least not right now...

When the coughing sounds slowly subsided, Sowon helped her Sumin to clean herself up, wiping her mouth with a wet towel, before she picked up her weakened roommate and carried Sumin to her bed.

The worried leader gently placed her innocent sunshine on the bed and covered her body with the blanket, not worried about the fact that Sumin still wore her club outfit. At least her heels were taken off. She wouldn’t want Sumin to feel like someone had violated her and took her clothes off without her consent. So it was better this way. Nonetheless, Sowon carefully put a few fresh new clothes at the side of the bed, so her roommate had something for the next morning. Then she left for a moment, to bring back a bottle of water to put it onto the night table as well as some aspirin for the next morning.

Sowon then softly caressed Sumin’s cheeks before placing a sisterly kiss on her forehead. She pulled away slowly, smiling, as she softly thanked the stars that Sumin was safe out of the danger zone. She then took off her own heels before walking over to her side of the room. She headed towards the closet and quietly opened it. She picked out a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose white top before swiftly changing out of her club appearance.

She carelessly tossed her clothes into a nearby hamper before exiting the bedroom for a bit. She had too much pent up anger in her system that she needed to get rid of them or else she’d do something that could further endanger not only Sumin’s wellbeing, but Bangtan as well.

“I’ll be in the training room.” Sowon announced shortly as she brushed past Jungkook and Seokjin.

“Do you want me to go with?” Jungkook asked while she was still within earshot.

Sowon, unbothered to turn around, said,

“No.”

Jungkook raised his brow as he eyed his woman’s retreating body slowly disappear from his line of sight.

Seokjin eyes flickered from Jungkook and the bedroom door that would lead him to his princess. His lips pursed as tiny hums emitted from his lips; a small sign that displayed whenever the handsome elder contemplated doing he knows that shouldn’t be done.

Hearing those tiny hums, Jungkook’s attention instantly snapped on to the elder. His gaze darkened as if he warned Seokjin to do the complete opposite of what he’s thinking.

“This is my chance, Kook. I have to make sure that she’s alright.” Seokjin practically begged. An action that was a first for him.

A heavy, almost forced sigh escaped Jungkook’s lips as his eyes slowly closed. His right hand pinched the bridge of his nose while his left hand clenched and unclenched. His own little sign that showed how annoyed and/or pissed off he was. Right now...he was both.

“What do you think Seokjin?” Jungkook angrily hissed at him, “That Sowon left her with her not being alright? Are you stupid or something?” He pulled the older back by his collar and positioned himself in front of the door of the room, where Sumin was in. “We all get in…you’re in love and some shit,” He threw his hands up, “But let that poor girl be now. You can take a look at her tomorrow if Sowon finds out that you went in now, she will behead you and will never let you close Sumin again. She’s helpless and probably already sound asleep right now. Honestly, if I were in Sumin’s position right now, having a young, horny man in there wouldn’t be the first thing I want to wake up to! Especially not when I was drugged,” Jungkook made his point clear and Jin nodded defeatedly. “Now go!” He almost yelled at the other, “You can make her a lovely hangover breakfast tomorrow morning and play a perfect boyfriend then...but now, just go to fucking sleep!”

When Seokjin finally turned around, Jungkook sighed heavily. Raking through his hair, the young man made his way down to the training room, where he found his woman beating up a figure. “You know it’s already dead, babe,” He spoke softly.

Sowon didn’t react only kicked the figure harder, then another punch and another. She was screaming with each time her fist met the worn out leather of the punching bag until she was almost in rage.

“I hate him!” She screamed pushing the figure so hard that it fell over, despite its weight on the bottom. 

Then she stomped on it, completely lost in her anger until tears fell down her cheeks and only a few screamed out words were audible. Jungkook was by her side in a second, his hands wrapping around hers to pull her away but she was fighting his hold and it took a lot of strength until Sowon finally gave up. She sunk to her knees and Jungkook with her, still keeping his tight hold around her. She gasped for breath. Her eyes swollen from the tears as she choked on her sobs. She was lost in her memories, the pain it all awoke and the fear of putting Sumin into more danger than the sweet girl could take.

“Make it stop!” Sowon screamed in agony as she fell into Jungkook’s embrace, holding tight onto his shirt. Her tears falling uncontrollably as she was trapped in the middle of a panic attack.

Jungkook soothed over her hair, whispering, talking so sweetly to her to keep her with her, to not make her fall deeper into whatever headspace she was in right now.

“Breathe with me, baby...” He whispered softly as he kissed her nose, pulling Sowon onto one of the sports mat with him, that were lying around everywhere in the training room.

He then rocked her back and forth, keeping her safe.

When the sobs finally ebbed down, Sowon was shivering and Jungkook noticed how cold she felt. He had somehow managed to get his phone out and text one of the others, because knowing his girl, she wouldn’t want to go anywhere right now but rather stay here and not move until it all was over. She wouldn’t even let him move one bit with the way she was holding onto him for dear life right now, as if the moment Jungkook was gone she would slip again.

Only minutes later Yoongi and Jimin came into the room quietly, bringing a few blankets. 

“Is she alright?” Jimin asked right away, when he saw the way Sowon had curled in on herself, leaning onto Jungkook’s chest and hiding away from everything.

Jungkook nodded and took the blanket from Yoongi who helped him to drape it over them.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook said and kissed the top of Sowon’s hair, “Just...a panic attack. Make sure that everything is ready tomorrow. She probably wants to plan everything right away.” He instructed, tightening his hold around his distressed woman.

Yoongi nodded and took Jimin’s hand, who was looking at their leader sadly. Nonetheless, he followed his boyfriend out and down into the basement, checking every gun, their equipment and every file they had about NCT.

The next day, this excruciating pain surfaced near the left side of her head. This throbbing sensation that made its presence known as Sumin slowly awaken from her much needed slumber. At first, her gaze was hazy; everything was practically a blur. But, after blinking a few times, her eyesight returned to normal.

Then, a short, faint groan escaped her lips as she slowly sat up. The cover lowered a smidge, revealing her club dress from the earlier events. She turned her head to the left, feeling a bit of a twinge in pain as she did.

What on Earth happened at the club?

One moment, she was drinking and trying to help gain some intel for Sowon and Bangtan. Then, suddenly, she was being helped out of the club; her mind completely in a daze as it fought to formulate enough words to tell her roommate that Mark was a member of NCT.

The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on Seokjin’s lap, and that’s it.

Everything before and after was only snippets. Maybe—if something triggered her brain enough—she could recall something incredibly important that would help Bangtan…

“What was in that drink?” Sumin questioned softly; her voice almost a whisper.

Then, her eyes noticed something on the end table. She focused on it and had saw a water bottle and a few aspirin settled next to it.

A faint smile graced her smile as she reached over the much needed medicine that could help nurse her hangover. Well—to be more exact—the aftermath of her drugged up episode.

Sumin popped in the pills before gulping down a few sips of water, helping the pain medicine travel smoothly down her throat. Afterwards, she swung her legs and took a deep breath before standing up.

She stretched out her sore muscles, specifically her back and neck muscles. Then, she walked over to the closet and picked out a pair of black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. There was no way she’d make an appearance wearing her club dress that seemed to be covered with tiny vomit stains.

Once changed, she tossed her clothes into the nearby hamper and tied her hair up into a messy bun.

Sumin opened the bedroom door and shyly peeked her head out. She glanced in both directions, not wanting to run into members of Bangtan right now.

After deeming that the coast was clear, Sumin tip-toed out of the bedroom and swiftly made her way to the stairwell. Her warm feet met the icy cold marble steps, creating tiny waves of shivers to shoot up her legs with each step.

Not wanting to feel the coldness any longer, she practically jumped the last two steps; though, careful to not make too much of an noise.

Now standing in the foyer, Sumin hummed to herself. Normally, she’d be starving but right now, she couldn’t stomach the thought of eating. However, she hungered for something else. She desired to know what happened to her after being rescued from Mark.

Thinking to herself, she tried to figure out where Sowon would be since she didn’t see the gang leader in her bed. She recalled tiny details of her roommate, hoping that they’d contain some sort of a clue that could aid her.

From her foggy memories, Sumin faintly heard Sowon’s agitated, demanding voice. So, if she was pissed off like Sowon, she would want to release that pent up frustration on something.

Then, a light bulb went off in her mind. The training room!

Sumin swiveled her body towards the direction of the training room and then dashed off. Well, not completely dash off but more like a quickly paced walk.

A few minutes later, Sumin strode down the empty hallway until, eventually, she reached the door that led to the training room.

Her hand hovered over the door handle. Why had she hesitate? There was no reason for her to be scared.

No.

She wasn’t scared…

She was sorry…

With a final deep breath, Sumin grasped the door handle and pushed it down. She slowly pushed it open, not wanting to disturb Sowon while she utilized the training room.

The more the anxious girl pushed, the more the door revealed the training room.

The second the door unveiled the contents of the room, Sumin gasped softly.

Instead of disrupting Sowon while she trained, Sumin invaded on a couple’s sleepover.

There laid Sowon and Jungkook, in each other’s embrace, as quiet snores filled the room.

A soft yet warm smile graced Sumin’s lips as she observed how peaceful the two of them looked.

“Maybe, I should come back…” She thought as she grasped the door handle.

And just as she pulled the door towards her, this annoying creak echoed throughout the room. Unknowingly, alarming Jungkook and causing him to wake up.

He slowly pried his eyes open, feeling a bit annoyed that his peaceful slumber had been disturbed.

Wanting to know who had the guts to wake him up, his eyes immediately homed in on the source of the noise.

However, once it did, his mind registered Sumin’s face, causing his eyes to widen.

He carefully untangled himself from Sowon’s grasp, making sure to not wake up his love.

Once freed, Jungkook swiftly and quietly rushed after Sumin. His hand grabbed the door handle and pulled it towards him, closing the door shut.

Sumin couldn’t help but look apologetic for disrupting his sleep, however, Jungkook wasn’t even remotely thinking about that.

He was thinking about how glad he was to see Sumin okay—especially for Sowon’s sake.

“How are you?” Jungkook asked, putting a reassuring hand on Sumin’s shoulder as he looked at her closely, looking for any signs that she wasn’t okay. 

Sumin nodded and pointed at the now closed door, feeling herself getting pushed into the other direction, “Did she fall asleep there?” Her curiosity always gotten the better of her.

“Yeah, kind of,” Jungkook said and let out a little sigh as he lead Sumin towards the kitchen. He turned to the fridge, opened it and got out some juice before he poured it in for Sumin to take. “Here, drink this it’ll make you feel better,” Jungkook almost ordered with a smile, so Sumin did as he told.

She had always wondered about Jungkook. Until today she never really talk to Sowon’s boyfriend as he was more of a quiet companion. There were so much she didn’t know about the members, yet. 

“Mark is a member of NCT!” Sumin blurted out to break through the awkward silence a little and Jungkook nodded.

“Yeah, Sowon noticed it and I think you whispered something about a tattoo to her, so she reacted quickly,” Jungkook bit his lip a little nervous, “How much do you remember”?

“Not much, honestly,” Sumin sipped on her juice, as she watched Jungkook preparing the coffee machine. If she didn’t know they were all gang members, this would feel domestic.

“To make it short: You got drugged. It wasn’t too much to our luck, since you’re alive and on your feet already, but it was enough for you to blackout in the car,” Jungkook said, watching Sumin’s reaction carefully, “Mark is one of NCT….so, whatever you did, you did right! Thank you for that.” Jungkook showed off a sweet smile and prepared himself a coffee, before he sat down next to Sumin again, “There’s another reason why Sowon was mad last night, as you probably figured or else you wouldn’t go to the training room, right? You’re smart.” The leader’s boyfriend winked at her, before he took a long sip from his coffee, welcoming the awakening effect in his body.

After taking a few more sips, welcoming the bitter yet much appreciated nectar, Jungkook put aside his coffee mug before fixating his gaze back on Sumin.

“Listen to me, Sowon is not like what you think. She loves you like a little sister,” Jungkook chuckled low, “I’ve never seen her like this, honestly. Normally, she only hangs around us, or boys in general. It’s weird that she took you with her that night. It’s something she normally never does. I think she saw something in you. Anyways, she is scared. For you. For your life. So, please be gentle with her if she demands for you to walk around with a bodyguard all day.” Pointing at one of the rooms down the floor, Jungkook added, “Jin probably won’t have any problems doing that. He got a huge crush on you.” Not really caring about just revealing Seokjin’s feelings towards Sumin and possibly overwhelming her with everything, so he just simply kept on talking, “Sowon had a bad panic attack last night. She’s human, after all—even though she is a leader. A lot of people that meant something to her had been taken away from her and she couldn’t prevent it. If anyone even touches you, you can be sure that she will behead them right away.”

Sumin gasped softly. Not because she’s scared. No. It’s because she’s shocked, but in a good way.

From her little time of knowing Sowon, she always came off as this strong, guarded woman. Yet, here Sumin, hearing Sowon’s boyfriend tell her differently. And, through her fuzzy memory, she also had a chance to witness it.

          “I never realized that she had grown attached to me so quickly…” mumbled the shy girl as she gently traced the rim of her cup with her index finger.

Jungkook sighed softly as this small smile graced his face.

“Yeah me neither. I honestly thought that Sowon would simply use you as bait and maybe have you as a servant to Bangtan and then call it day,” Jungkook paused, taking a good look at Sumin, “However, as I talk to you and recall how my girlfriend interacts with you, I can see why she’d become quite attached to you. Shit, I can see why Seokjin has developed this giant ass crush on you.” He said, chuckling a bit near the end.

Sumin squeaked. Her face grew warm once again while her eyes widened.

“I don’t understand why though. I mean, Seokjin is quite the handsome fella. He can get anyone he wanted with little to no effort.” She stated, stuttering over a few words.

But before Jungkook could open his mouth to say something snarky; usually something that would insult the oldest member of Bangtan, he was interrupted by the person of the hour.

“I’m glad that you think that my handsome face is on a worldwide scale, princess.” said Seokjin as he walked up to his lady and placed a sweet kiss on her temple, causing the poor girl to tense up just a bit.

While, with Jungkook, he simply gagged as he rolled his eyes.

“She didn't say that you're this worldwide handsome guy…” He pointed out, shooting the elder a knowing look.

Seokjin waved his words off, “Well not word for word, but she was thinking it,” He then switched his focus towards Sumin, “Right, princess?” He asked, secretly seeking comfort from his innocent angel.

Sumin made a noise. Her eyes flickered between Seokjin and Jungkook.

Great…

The one time she needed Sowon and her perfect timing, she was still sound asleep.

Fuck…

“Shut up, Jin” A low voice behind them said. Raking through his hair tiredly, Yoongi looked at the older member and shushed them right before he could say something again, pushing him towards the kitchen. “Make us a hangover breakfast and stop flirting with women that are way out of your league,” Yoongi grumbled, pouring in some coffee before he retreated towards the couch and sat on it with his eyes closed.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to tiptoe out of the same room, Yoongi came out from only minutes ago. One by one, each member was waking up and gathered around the coffee table, getting themselves comfortable with breakfast and coffee. It almost seemed domestic. Like one big family. Jungkook had sat down right next to Sumin, keeping Seokjin from inching closer to the poor girl that was shyly drinking from her cup.

Jungkook glared or rolled his eyes at Seokjin each time, the older tried to get to the girl, offering her more coffee or something to eat.

“She said she’s not hungry anymore ten times now,” Jungkook hissed and pushed Seokjin back on his chest. Sumin blushed, not really sure how to get used to the attention and having so many people around that were happily chatting as if they hadn’t been on a mission last night.

Only a while later, the chatter died down, when the sound of heels clicking on the marble was audible and everyone looked up at Sowon, who was gracefully walking down the steps. Her hair was still a little wet from the shower she took, but other than that the gang leader was fully dressed in her usual dark attire. Her steps got a little quicker, when she saw Sumin and Sowon got right over to her.

Not saying a word, she pressed her hand on Sumin’s forehead, checking if the younger girl had some fever.

“Are you okay? Did you drink? Eat?” Sowon fired question after question, “Do you still feel sick?”

Sumin smiled softly, secretly finding Sowon rather amusing with her fire rapid questions.

“Uh... “ The blushing girl began, feeling the trillion stares from the fellas, “I’m fine considering what happened last night. I did drink thanks to Jungkook. He poured me some juice. As for eating, I did thanks to Seokjin. Though, I think he’s secretly trying to fatten me up.” Sumin answered, covering every single question that her worried friend had asked. To ease the tension, she threw in some humor.

Sowon raised her brow, “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that you’re okay to get me to leave you alone?”

Sumin violently nodded her head, not wanting to bother her newly found older “sibling”.

“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a bit shaken up considering that I never been drugged before, however, I’m overall content knowing that I was able to help you guys.” She told everyone, displaying a sincere smile on her face.

Sowon couldn’t help but stare at Sumin in awe. She had her mouth opened yet no words came out. Only a consistent hum was heard in the dining area.

Jungkook stared at his woman, unsure if he should do something. His eyes flickered from his normally talkative girlfriend to the person who rendered her speechless.

“What should I do?” He mouthed to Sumin, who was just as confused.

Sumin simply shrugged; confusion decorated her face. While, on the other hand, Seokjin, who managed to sneak around Jungkook and stand behind her, began formulating an idea on how to get the gang leader to snap out of it.

“Hey, can I take Sumin on a romantic date?” He asked, earning a few looks of disbelief from his members.

Sowon glared at him for a second, before her features softened again. “That’s not my decision to make,” She looked over at Sumin and then back towards Seokjin, “She is free to do what she wants. I’ll bring you back to the dorms later, okay? Just rest until then, sunshine.”

Sowon turned, only to come to a halt again, when she stood right next to Jin. A tight grip on his arm, made him hiss in pain, “If you dare to hurt her in any way….be aware that I will fucking torture you.” Then she let go and simply walked over towards Jungkook, as she sat down beside him, motioning for Sumin to come sit down with her.

The others were gawking, not really sure what just happened. No one dared to say anything. Everyone was drinking their coffee and eating their breakfast in silence. That was until Taehyung suddenly spoke up and broke through the awkwardness. With a mouth full of food, he looked at the gang leader, “Sowon?” She cocked her head to the side, Jungkook’s arm wrapped around her as she leaned onto him.

“Is it true...that you and Jungkook? I mean...I heard Mark say something,” He stuttered not really sure if he was even allowed to ask a question like that, “I heard him calling you Jeon Sowon.”

A gasp fell from the members lips. Jin was even tearing his gaze off from Sumin, now looking at the leader and her boyfriend. Jimin’s gaze was flickering between them as well, only to look at Yoongi again, who was looking rather annoyed and just wanted to drink his coffee in silent.

“Guess I can’t keep that my secret my own anymore, fucking NCT,” Sowon hissed, wondering how they knew. 

Her mind raced with every possibility and only when she saw Sumin’s rather shocked expression, she shook herself out of her thoughts again. 

“Oh, yeah, last year in Vegas,” Sowon shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Jungkook, before he continued, “We thought now or never…and before you ask, we weren’t drunk. It’s a myth that they wed people drunk. We were very much aware of what we were doing. Sorry, we didn’t invite you guys, but you were out on a mission.”

“And you thought, a wedding in between would be nice?” Seokjin asked a little dumbfounded, earning himself a nod from Jungkook. Looking at his wife fondly, he kissed the tip of her nose. “You can close your mouth, honey,” Jungkook sat and reached out for Sumin, tipping her chin lightly.

Sumin swatted Jungkook’s hand away, disliking being teased like a little kid. She then puffed out her cheeks as she tried her hardest to wrap her mind around the fact that her roommate turned gang leader was now a married woman. 

What’s next? Sowon had like a detailed tattoo just under her boobs or something?

”Wait, how did you know that?” Sumin suddenly heard Sowon ask, “Were you spying on me while I was taking a shower? Damn, my innocent little sunshine isn’t that innocent!” the gang leader teased, grinning widely at the younger girl.

A low groan escaped Sumin’s lips as she thought, “I really should make sure that my thoughts are actually thoughts and not blurted out sentences.”

“Yeah, you really should work on that, princess…” This time she heard Seokjin say, patting her head lightly.

The second she heard his voice, and it finally registered in her mind, Sumin’s face became this bright red color.

It was if someone took a bucket of red paint and threw it right in her face.

That’s how embarrassed this poor girl was.

While with everyone else, they were finding her quite adorable. Kind of like a breath of fresh air to the usual mixture of their personalities that filled the mansion.

After their eventful breakfast, Sumin retreated to Sowon’s room to get some more rest and finally take a shower. She still felt like there was make up sticking everywhere. When she laid down in bed again, dozing off a little, she could feel a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She stiffened for a second, before the soothing voice of Sowon gave away of the intruder.

Both girls slept peacefully, with Sumin tightly wrapped in Sowon’s embrace until they both could feel the bed dip again. The leader snapped her eyes open right away and let out a frustrated groan when she was saw who was hovering over Sumin.

“I’m just here to wake my princess and the grumpy leader,” Seokjin whispered and pulled Sumin from Sowon into his own embrace, keeping the girl safe and warm, who was still fast asleep.

With another pull, Sowon got Sumin closer to herself again, her hand soaring up to wrap around Seokjin’s neck, choking him playfully, 

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Sowon threatened quietly yet harshly, though, the playful look in her eye said otherwise. 

“I thought she was allowed to do her...own….decisions now,” Seokjin choked out the words, when Sumin stirred in her sleep, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Sowon looked at her roommate with a blinding smile, her hand still on Seokjin’s neck—as if it was perfectly normal to wake up from a nap like this.

Sumin yawned, rubbing her tired eyes a bit more, as she slowly registered the fact that Sowon was indeed choking the living out of Seokjin.

Jungkook was right, Sowon had become extremely protective over her because of what Mark had done.

And to think...she thought Sowon was already a bit smothering with her constant cuddles…

A few days later, after what seemed like an eternity of captivity in the mansion, Sumin and Sowon happily strolled through the double doors, laughing at something that Seokjin had done the day prior.

Apparently, the handsome elder thought it would be a great idea to sneak into Sumin’s bedroom, not knowing that Sowon had switched beds with her because she wanted to sleep on Jungkook’s bed.

“I’m just warning you, my little sunshine. Jinnie boy is apparently a cuddler and will not let you go even if you asked.” Sowon said, swinging an arm and wrapping it around Sumin’s shoulder.

Sumin made a face and just as she was about to response, the two girls heard the shouts of their RA.

“Finally, there you are! I was about ready to break into your apartment and dump all of your packages there!” The RA yelled, officially at her breaking point with the amount of packages that were being delivered to the residency.

Sumin couldn’t help but feel apologetic, while with Sowon, she didn’t like the tone that the RA used with her roommate. It wasn’t her fucking fault that someone, most likely Seokjin, loved her enough to keep sending her presents.

The younger girl bowed her head just a smidge, avoiding eye contact with the angry person, as she made her way to the front desk with Sowon closely trailed behind.

The RA gathered box after box as she stacked them nice and neat onto the desk causing Sumin’s eyes to bulge.

Holy shit...why was there so many packages?

Sumin then grabbed one of the boxes and asked Sowon to open it up. The older woman reached for her back pocket, pulled out her key chain that had a tiny pocket knife attached.

The gang leader pushed up the knife and then stabbed it in between the duct tape. She pulled it in one direction and then the other before putting it away. Afterwards, Sowon pulled the box flaps apart, revealing the hidden contents of the package.

Both hers and Sumin’s brows furrowed; tiny wrinkles formed on their foreheads.

The two girls looked to each other before Sumin freed one of her hands and then grasped this expensive, designer bag out of the box.

The surprised girl took in the intricate details of the bag, noting the beautiful crystals that were shaped into this sunflower.

Just as Sumin opened her mouth to ask Sowon if she had any knowledge of Seokjin sending her this, the door opened as a man carrying a vase of gorgeous red roses came walking in.

The RA sighed loudly, “Let me guess, you’re here for Park Sumin, right?”

The flower delivery guy looked surprised, “Yeah, how did you know?”

The RA faked a laugh and instead of answering the person, she then pointed to the poor girl, who still held on to the designer bag, before disappearing into the office.

The flower delivery guy blinked a few times before snapping back into his sense. He then handed over the vase to the girl.

“I’m going to need you sign this.” He politely instructed as he held out an electronic device.

Sumin handed the bag over to Sowon, freeing up a hand to sign for the flower delivery.

The flower delivery guy thanked Sumin before leaving the dorm building.            

“Why is my little ray of sunshine so damn popular?” Sowon questioned with a playful tone of voice as Sumin blushed, smiling nervously.

“I don’t know…” Sumin mumbled as her eyes noticed a card nestled nicely in the roses.

Sowon too noticed the card as she rested her chin on Sumin’s shoulder.

“I hope these flowers bring a smile upon your face. Just like you have done to me after only meeting each other once. I hope to see you again…

Your Secret Admirer”

Sumin finished reading the card; her heart sped up as she read word after word of the card. She didn’t know she had this type of affect on someone—especially someone like Seokjin.

“I think I should talk to Seokjin about going on that date.”

“I think you two should talk about getting married!”

“Sowon!”

A/N: I am quite proud that Jey and I had managed to get this chapter done. Just throwing that out there! Anyway, what did you guys think of all the cute, soft moments that occurred the morning after meeting NCT at the club? Personally, I live for those types of moments lol 

Oh, I’m here to announce that Chapter 6 of Our Second Chance is currently underway! So, by the time this is released, chapter 6 for that story should be completed with both the writing and editing process! HURRAY! It’s been like a month since I last updated it lol So, I’m happy!

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/and an ask in mine or Jey’s inbox! We love hearing your thoughts!

- Kim

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Hcs for Abba, Bruno, Fugo, and Ocean Man with a depressed s/o who has self destructive habits, ie chewing their lips until they bleed and picking at any abnormalities on their skin.

Obvs trigger warning for unhealthy behaviors

Ngl I felt this request-

Abbacchio:

- Oh he k n o w s how it feels. Abbacchio himself has quite a few tics and unhealthy coping behaviors especially when put under stress. I can totally see him either picking at his nails or straight up chewing on them whilst thinking over all sorts of ideas and plans when faced with a problem, not to mention the endless dooming thoughts that often take over this poor man’s brain making him fucking s p i r a l.

- That being said, Abba would be quite sad to see that you too are struggling with your own issues. Ngl he’s not too good with words but you’d be able to see that he cares by his caring and attentitve behavior towards you, Abba quickly taking a gentle yet sure hold of your hands whenever he’d see you stressing again in order to stop you from hurting yourself. The man would look you in the eye as he’d gently call out your name, gingerly holding your face in his big calloused hands as he’d tell you to focus on him and calm down for everything is fine and he’s there for you.

- Honestly I feel like the both of you would end up subconsciously helping eachother cope somehow. Not only would Abbachio make efforts to distract/help you calm down and keep your habits under control, but he’d also start restraining his own as he’d see you getting better and better which would ALSO cause you to push through. Basically, it would be a win-win situation and Abba couldn’t be more happy that he managed to helped you at least tone your habits down a little, the man smiling fondly whenever he’d lovingly squeeze you into his arms and kiss your hair as you’d fully relax in his warm embrace.

Bruno:

- CEO of goddamn self care. Watch his motherly instincts kick in the second he sees you picking at your skin, this man is going to go absolutely b o n k e r s. Bruno is the type to immediately remove your hands from your mouth as he’d ask you what’s wrong in a concerned yet gentle tone as to not cause you any further distress, the man immediately dropping whatever papers he was working on in order to focus his full attention onto you and your well being.

- Watch him whip out the breathing exercises, relaxing baths, home cooked meals and calming tea as he’d work his ass off in order to take your mind off things. Bruno is immediately going to take some days off in order to spend time with you in an attempt to cheer you up even if he knows damn well that depression ain’t going away just like that, but he’ll do anything that he can do at least help you get through it easier. From taking you out to cafes and parks to marathoning your favorite shows/movies with you all evening, Bruno is going to make sure that you’re feeling just a tiny bit better by the end of the day. 

- Hell, he’s even going to get you professional help if you so desired, he just wants you to be mentally and phyisically ok. He’s a very loyal, caring and attentive person who will be constantly reassuring and hyping you up, reminding you of how strong you are and of how much he loves you on a daily basis. Bruno is going to oh so gently envelop you into his arms and hold you right there whenever he’d see your anxieties kicking in again and you can be hella sure that you can call him regardless of hour for he will be right fucking there to calm you down and cheer you up. And God forbid if anyone ever dares to trigger your habits on purpose. It would be the last mistake they’ll ever make.

Fugo:

- Tbh the worst out of them all because he has an endless list of unhealthy coping behaviors ranging from beating walls/people up to picking and even scratching at his own skin. He’s 100% the type to fuss over you and focus his entire attention on trying to help you which is pretty ironic since he n e v e r follows his own advice.

- Like in Abba’s case, you two would end up mutually helping eachother go through stuff which would turn out to be hella beneficial. Fugo himself would be constantly holding you into his arms or just grabbing your hands in order to stop you from hurting yourself and you’d always be there to whisper out comforting and reassuring words whenever he’d start spiraling again. In fact, his anger would significantly tone down overtime simply due to you being present in his life!

- As for the actual coping, Fugo is quite good at distracting you since he knows that even merely starting up a lame convo can be a good distraction. Not only would he be constantly distracting you from your own thoughts but he’d also drag you out of the house quite often even if he’s VERY introverted, because as long as you feel happy and content nothing else matters. Depression is quite the familiar ground for him and he’s actually surprisingly empathetic with the ones he cares about, not to mention that he’s a hella good listener that would make you feel completely at ease whenever you’d pour your heart out at him. All in all, a very supportive bf who would move mountains if that meant you were happy and healthy.

Jotaro:

- Doesn’t have actual physical self destructive habits (unless you count the constant overworking and sleep depravation) but he 100% understands how you feel which is why he’d be immediately preoccupied by the matter. First time he saw you embedding red marks onto your skin one late evening due to stress he nearly dropped whatever he was carried as he hurriedly made his way to your side, his rough hands instantly shooting up in order to cup your face as he erraticaly asked you what was wrong. That night he held you just a little tighter against his chest as he made sure that you didn’t try hurting yourself again.

- Even if his ways can come across as blunt due to him constantly telling you not to do it again, he really means well and you know it too. He’s not the best with words but you bet your ass that Jotaro is going to drop his work the next day just to spend some time with you and figure out exactly what is the matter. He’s a surprisingly good listener (and also has quality advice in store) who will pepper kisses all over your face whilst holding you into his big warm arms as you’d be spilling everything that was bothering you.

- And Jotaro really understands which is why you’re glad that you met him. He’s the type to wordlessly reassure you on a daily basis, his soft gaze and gentle actions speaking louder than thousands of unsaid sentences. He’ll completely focus on distracting/helping you and will even contact a professional if it meant that your health would improve. Although he’s not the most outgoing person, Jotaro will make efforts to get you out of the house as often as possible and will be doing your chores and cooking for you whenever you weren’t feeling able to do anything. He’s patient and understanding and will do his best to stop your bad habits from kicking in, most of the times his mere embrace and soft words being just enough from making things just a little more bearable.

[xxelijahxxscottxx]

six days || franjo

Who: @serpentchang & @southsidefranco

Where: Hospital Room

When: Late Evening

Notes: A group para is coming for the rescue but timezones. This is the first time Franco wakes up.

Trigger Warnings: Beaten up man, mentions drugs, feels (god the feels)

@southsidefranco in BOLD // @serpentchang in ITALIC

Franco's head was racing again. People coming towards him, drugs in their hands and he tried to fight again. Another punch, another kick, more drugs, every day the same. The same nightmare whenever his eyes were closed. Physically, his body shook, he'd started sweating and his arms would strain against the restraints. However his arms weren't straining and his nightmare shifted, he was fighting back. What was happening? With a jolt, as a fist came towards his face, his body jumped and he woke up. His eyes flickering open. His vision was blurred, from the swelling around his eyes, but he wasn't in the same room. This room was different. He gulped and panic kicked in, what was happening now. He muttered the word he'd said every time he'd woken up in the last six days.... "Cujo..." his voice weak and broken

Cujo hasn't been able to sleep properly for six days now. Despite his futile attempts to drink and temporarily forget, he spent restless nights thinking about his best friend, falling asleep sporadically, mostly for an hour or so. How long had he gone without sleep? Cujo didn't know, neither did he care. Franco was out there, somewhere,  and it was only now that Cujo realized how fucking incomplete he felt without Franco standing there by his side. The best way to describe the rescue mission was exhilarating. As much as Cujo hated relying on Northsiders for help, he couldn't help but feel indebted to Hunter Clarington. It was a blurry haze, they stealthily made their way down the basement, fought off a few armed henchmen, took Franco and left. Franco's condition, however, was distressing. They had to carry him all the way to the hospital for professional treatment. As much as the news of Franco's whereabouts gave him a fleeting sense of relief, seeing how bloody and beaten up Franco was didn't help at all. The cynical side of himself reigned superior, flooding him with ominous thoughts of Franco not making it out alive. He stayed in the hospital, sitting by Franco's bed side for god knows how long, eyes peeled open and watching over his best friend. Hours after, Franco stirred, and Cujo perked up as his friend finally regained consciousness. "Franco," he gasps out, voice coming out a little choked, and he practically lunges forward to grab at the other's hand, "Oh my fucking god, fuck, we should -- fuck, I should call someone."

Franco, felt someone grab his hand before his mind registered the voice. It was Cujo. He closed his eyes, tears already falling down his cheeks, "Cujo" he cried, "Did they get you too" he whispered. The pain was bad, his whole body ached, everything about him was hurting, including his heart. He gripped Cujo's hand as hard as he could but his body felt weak, "I'm so sorry..."

Vehemently shaking his head, Cujo squeezes Franco's hand, trying to ground him. "No, no, babe... You're safe here, you're with me. Dare, Bria, Julian, Luke, Tana and Charlie -- we got you out of there." Franco's face was so battered that he had to hold himself back from touching him, even though his hands were burning and itching to. "Don't." He sucks in a shaky breath, but the days he had spent holding back feelings of pent-up frustration, anger and sorrow made it harder for Cujo to keep himself stoic as he usually was. "Don't... Apologize, Franco. Please."

Although it hurt to, he sobbed, his chest raising and falling, "It hurts C..C..Cujo" he cried, his hand desperetly trying to squeeze Cujo's. "They... They'll come back. What if they come back?". He turned his head, making out the blurry form of Cujo, "It's really you". He gulped caught his breath, "I should have fought.... I tried to run. I'm meant to be a serpent".

Linking their fingers together, Cujo squeezes Franco's hand again, comfortingly; a small fraction of his mind reveled in the familiar feeling of Franco's warm hand against his -- God he missed him so much. "They won't. I'll make sure they won't." He answered firmly, but his hands were shaking in anger. He was pissed. At everyone, at the shady businessmen, at himself. "Do not fucking blame yourself, Franco. It -- if you had fought back, you don't know what could've happened."

Franco felt himself calm a little as Cujo linked their fingers together. It was real. Cujo was really here. He'd really been saved from the nightmare of the last week. He steadied his breathe but didn't fight the tears still falling, "I wanted to die" he breathed, the pain he felt expressed on his battered face, "I wanted you and Bria and everyone else to tell me it was a joke". He nodded, "I have to blame myself. I fought them once, and I won but I didn't try again".

Cujo stayed silent, listening to Franco with a heavy heart. He could feel tears welling up -- and he looks down at his lap, harshly biting down on his bottom lip. No. He can't cry. Not in front of Franco. He hasn't cried since... He didn't know. He can't remember. "You're a fucking idiot, did you know that?" He laughs wetly, keeping his eyes casted downwards. "I -- we thought you were fucking around... Then the -- fucking Register dropped and it felt all too real and -- it fucking consumed me. The fact that I -- that we fought before all of that shit happened..." Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his cheeks, "It was fucking killing me, Franco."

Franco gave a choked laugh, small but still a laugh. "Me fucking around. Some joke huh" he breathed, "I made the paper? Did anyone try looking for me". His voice was horse, it hurt to talk but he needed to hear Cujo's voice. "I remember leaving a message" he breathed, "I'm sorry I didn't try call again". He shook his head, "Our fight means nothing. You're here now. It's all i want". Franco could hear the tears in his voice, "Are you fucking crying" he breathed out, "Please don't fucking cry"

Gingerly, Cujo reaches a hand out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Franco's forehead, because he can't go another minute without touching him. "Fourth fucking page, man. A little disappointing, but... The Serpents were on a manhunt. Shit happened." He shakes his head, other hand holding Franco's tightly, the tears continuously spilling down his face. Not even giving a shit anymore, he lets out a soft sob, refusing to look up at Franco, ashamed of his vulnerability. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being such a piece of shit. You -- you're so fucking important to me, I don't know what I'd fucking do without you, I felt so ... So fucking lost -- fuck, F-Franco... I -- I can't, fuck."

Franco feels Cujo's fingers on his forehead and breathes a sigh of relief. He gulps, "Fourth page is better no page. I mean, at least people searched for me. Thye kept telling me I wouldn't be miss. That I was the annoying little runaway". After hearing it so many times, he'd started to believe it. When Franco head the sob he shook his head, "You're not a piece of shit. I needed you. I needed you to tell me it was going to be OK. I needed you to hold and make it all better".

Cujo's heart hurts at Franco's words, and he could feel the anger boiling in his stomach. "You're not. You're needed. You're wanted. I," he chokes, "I missed you. So fucking much. You don't even understand." He sat there in silence, wanting to slip inside the bed and cuddle Franco, but in his current physical condition, Cujo would only do more harm than good. He can't be selfish right now. "It -- it was a stupid argument." He breathes out, one hand furiously rubbing at his eyes, but the tears kept pouring out. "I spent days and nights roaming around Fox Forest -- looking for you."

Franco shakes his head, "I fucked up" he breathed, "I worried all of you because I wanted to be alone for five minutes". He bit his lip but winced and gasped instantly, "You all would be better without me". He finally looked away from Cujo, his eyes looking down at the blankets, "I wish I was there, in that forest, fucking around". Anything would have been better then what he'd been through, "I wish you could hold me. Kiss me."

"No. We're not having this fucking conversation, Franco. It's not your fault. Who the fuck knew that they were going after you? I'm not hearing any of your bullshit anymore." Franco's hand was the only thing he could touch without inflicting pain. He lifts it up only slightly, before ducking down to press a kiss to the back of Franco's hand. "That will have to wait," he says, finally looking back up at Franco. "You need to recover."

Franco shook his head, "I should have known eventually they would find me" he spoke, as he battled with the lump in his throat, "I don't want to be alone" he breathed, "I don't want to be alone" he repeated. He felt Cujo's lips on his hand, listened to his words but shook his head, "I don't want to close my eyes, not again".

"You have to rest, Franco. I'm not leaving you." Cujo says, shuffling his seat closer to the bedside. "I'm staying right here. I'm not going anywhere. No Serpent stands alone."

Franco shook his head, "Don't. I can't close my eyes without seeing it all" he breathed, "I just get scared". He gently lifted his hand and held it out to Cujo, "Hold my hand" he breathed, "But you can't let go, not until i wake up"

Cujo's mouth lifts up in a rare, soft smile. Wordlessly, he takes Franco's hand in his, grazing his thumb across his hand. "Promise me that you're actually going to sleep?"

Franco shrugged his shoulders gently, "I'm going to try" he breathed, "But you can't let go. Please" he whispered, "I don't want a nightmare"

To emphasize his sincerity, Cujo places his other hand over their entwined fingers, "I won't. I'm here, Franco. Don't ever fucking forget that."

Franco nodded and sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the pillow. As he allowed himself to try sleep he breathed out, "I love you Cujo".

"Love you too, man." He replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Night, Franco." The mere fact that Franco had survived was enough to help lift a reasonable amount of weight off Cujo's shoulders, helping him relax. Making use of the little space between him and Franco, Cujo leans forward, propping his arms up on the side of the bed. Eventually, he succumbed to exhaustion, his head lolling to the side as he fell asleep, his hold on Franco loosening only slightly.

[harrytomylou]

I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough.. - Harry/Louis

* I’m posting old fanfictions that I wrote onto this account simply because I want to keep them for myself *

No Trigger Warnings

When I look into your eyes, it’s like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise, there’s so much they hold..

Harry always knew there was something that the older boy was keeping from him. From them. The band. Louis was never open about his secrets, thoughts or feelings. The boys all knew what they had to. Nothing more and nothing less and Harry hated it. Because some days Louis was distressed. Upset, confused and irritable and Harry could do nothing about it because he didn’t know why. He’d asked Louis. Many times. But it would always turn out the same.

‘Hey.’ Louis whispered as he sat down on the sofa next to Harry, knees pulled up to his chin.

‘You alright?’ Harry glanced at Louis, concern lacing his words. Louis sighed, blinking rapidly to stop the tears in his eyes from falling as he nodded. Harry raised one of his eyebrow slightly before opening up his arms and watching as the vulnerable boy hesitated slightly before losing his ‘joker’ act completely and breaking down against him. Harry sighed as he rubbed the older boys back, wishing he would tell Harry what was wrong. But he wouldn’t. He never did.

‘Shh, Lou’ He muttered over and over into his best friends ear rocking him slowly. After about 10 minutes Louis’ sobs slowly came to a stop.

‘Sorry.’ He muttered into Harry’s shoulder.

‘Don’t be, Lou.’ Harry replied softly. ‘What’s wrong?’ He tried.

‘I…’ Louis paused, biting his lip for comfort. ‘I’m just so confused.’

‘About what, Boo? Maybe I could help you?’

‘You can’t. No one can.’ Louis muttered back brokenly before burying his head back into the younger’s chest.

And just like them old stars, I see that you’ve come so far, to be right where you are. How old is your soul?..

About 6 long months of comforting later, Harry had finally gotten the information he was searching for. They were lying on the floor on the small balcony of their London flat, Louis’ head pressed into Harry’s now tear stained shirt.

‘I’m just so confused.’ He whispered against the material.

‘I know, Boo’ Harry muttered back, having heard this every time Louis had broken down to him.

‘I should have worked it out by now though.’

‘Who says?’

Louis stayed silent for a while at this. Nobody. Nobody said he should have but then, nobody knew what was on his mind. It was tearing him apart. He needed to tell someone and although that someone probably shouldn’t have been the openly (well, to the band and his family and friends and practically everyone he knew in person anyway) bi-sexual boy, Harry was his best friend.

‘I..’ Louis paused, tears forming in his eyes again. He knew it was nothing to be ashamed of. He knew his mum, sisters and everyone he knew would approve. But it was weird, different, and Louis didn’t like change. He didn’t like certainty. He liked being young and dependant and having everyone else make decisions for him. But this, this was only his. No one could make his mind up about this. No one could tell him that he was straight, bi or gay. That was up to him to work out. And Louis hated that.

‘You what, boo?’

‘I think I’m gay.’ Louis whispered fist tightening automatically to scrunch up the front of Harry’s shirt. He felt Harry’s trapped gasp. Shit… He had kind of hoped Harry had already knew. Weren’t gay people supposed to be able to tell or something anyway?

‘I always thought you were just camp.’ Harry smiled down at him, changing the mood in the small outside area and tilting Louis’ head upwards with his large hand so he had no choice but to look into his jade green eyes.  Louis smiled back gently, grateful for how his best friend was taking it.

‘Shut up.’ He muttered gently.

‘How long?’ Harry asked seriously.

‘Since I was about 15. Please, don’t lecture me on it.’

‘I wasn’t going to, mate. That was all I wanted to know.’ Harry replied truthfully. Because Harry had gone through the same thing as Louis but at a younger age. People needed time to get used to it and it was emotional.

Harry had been 16 when he came out to his family. It had been just after he auditioned for the X Factor and they had taken it well from the start. His mum had smiled gently and hugged him, his sister had squealed and told him she already knew anyway and his step father smiled and asked him ‘if he’d got any action yet?’ Harry had laughed and changed the subject, not wanting to talk about his previous two boyfriends in front of his mum. He and Robin would have that conversation later. He had come out to his friends and the rest of his family a week later. Excluding some of his ‘friends’, who decided they never wanted to talk to him again, they had all taken it just as well as his immediate family. Finally he had come out to the boys during the 5th week of the X Factor Live Shows. They had been in bed at about midnight and the lights had just been turned out.

‘Guys?’ Harry had whispered from his bunk

‘Hmm’ Liam, Harry thinks, had replied softly clearly half asleep.

‘I’m bisexual.’

The room stayed silent for about 2 long, agonising minutes before Harry had heard Niall’s voice.

‘Cool.’

‘Yeah’ Liam agreed, not knowing what to say. Harry had hummed distantly in response.

‘You know we don’t care right?’ Zayn questioned. Harry hummed again.

‘We don’t, Haz.’ Louis had whispered, slightly off. This had panicked Harry. He didn’t want things to change with the older boy. If anyone had to act differently towards him because of his sexuality he never wanted it to be Louis. Anyone but Louis.

‘It doesn’t make a difference.’ Liam had agreed.

‘Personally, I think it’s quite cool. I’ve never known anyone who was anything but straight.’ Niall had stated, grin evident in his voice. Harry had grinned at this, all worry about Louis leaving him in an instant.

‘You get that I don’t, like, fancy you all of a sudden too, yeah? You won’t all suddenly act really distant?’ Harry asked vulnerably.

‘Of course.’  Niall had replied instantly.

‘Harry, we mean it when we say it won’t make a difference. We’re not idiots. Just because you like guys doesn’t mean you like us.’ Zayn stated firmly.

‘Yeah. Okay. Thanks.’ Harry replied more certain this time, smiling slightly at his new friend’s approval.

About an hour later Louis had pulled himself out of bed and up the ladder into Harry’s bunk. Harry woke from his sleep as he felt the older boy crawl under the quilt with him.

‘Lou?’ He’d asked sleepily.

‘I’m proud of you.’ Came the reply.

Harry only now had understood why Louis was proud of him.

And when you’re needing your space, to do some navigating, I’ll be here patiently waiting, to see what you find..

About 2 months after that night on the balcony floor Louis had become more comfortable with both his sexuality and talking to Harry about it. They had grown closer, if that was even possible, within the last two months and Louis had finally accepted the fact that he like Harry. He refused to act on it though. He figured Harry could never like him back so he left it there, checking out more guys in public instead. To be honest, Louis was shocked the other guys hadn’t caught on. He was hardly covering it anymore as he had become used to agreeing or disagreeing with the younger boy whenever he stated that a boy at the signing or in the audience or wherever was ‘hot.’

‘Lou?’ Harry muttered gently from the doorway of their small backstage dressing room. Louis hummed to show acknowledgment.

‘Can I tell you something?’ He asked gently.

‘Of course, Haz.’ Louis replied as he looked across at the younger boy. Harry bit his lip as he moved slowly to take the seat next to Louis. Louis sent him a look to continue.

‘I..’ he started, eyes on the floor as he found he couldn’t say anything more.

‘Harry.’ Harry looked up hesitantly. ‘It’s okay. Surely it’s not that bad.’

‘Depends.’ Harry stated, looking away again. He dropped his tone immensely before he spat out his confession. ‘I like you.’ Louis bit his lip gently.

‘As in like?’ He asked rhetorically. Harry nodded anyway.

‘I..’ Louis paused. ‘I like you too Harry but I don’t know if it would work. We have the band to think about too, remember.’ Harry sighed.

‘Yeah. I know.’

‘Plus, no offense, but I’ve only just accepted the fact I’m into guys. I don’t really want a relationship. I want to experiment.���

‘Yeah, I get that.’ Harry laughed gently. Louis laughed in response, glad he could lighten up the tense atmosphere.

‘Wait for me, yeah?’ His voice was quiet as it cut through the newly formed silence.

‘Yeah.’ Harry agreed smiling up at the older boy.

And in the end, you’re still my friend, at least we did intend for us to work, we didn’t break, we didn’t burn, we had to learn how to bend without the world caving in..

Harry knew Louis would come back. He knew he’d stop feeling the need to ‘experiment’ and want love instead, so he did exactly what he’d promised. He waited. He waited through the however many one night stands Louis had. He waited through the millions of girls throwing themselves at him. He waited through the boys (apart from Louis) and management and even his family in the end telling him to get a girlfriend or boyfriend. He waited through the nights he would spend curled up on the sofa with Louis, hoping that tonight was the night. He waited through Louis coming out to the boys and his family. He waited through Louis coming out to management and the boy’s families. He waited through his own coming out to the public and fans. He waited through all the ‘Larry Stylinson’ rumours that had set off. He waited, through the pain, for 6 months before that moment he desperately wanted came.

‘Haz?’ Louis asked sitting down at their breakfast bar, across from Harry.

‘Yeah, Lou?’ Harry answered casually looking up from the book he was passing time reading. Louis looked past Harry’s head briefly, double checking that the boys and their families were still talking and not paying attention to the potential couple.

‘Did you wait?’ He whispered gently.

‘For you?’ Harry replied in the same hushed tone. ‘Of course.’

‘Good.’ Louis replied before leaning across and connecting their soft lips. They both felt fireworks and butterfly’s (in the least cheesy way) run through their bodies as their lips moved in sync. Harry grinned into the kiss as they heard Liam notice them and whistle across at them. Louis deepened the kiss quickly as he lifted his hand to flip the boys, who had joined Liam in whistling and laughing by now, off. Although, that just caused their parents and sisters to join in. Harry pulled away hesitantly as the need for breath increased in both of them.

‘Wow.’ He muttered, still grinning.

‘Yeah.’ Louis whispered back, speechless as their lips were still millimetres away from each other.

‘Be my boyfriend?’ He asked quiet enough for the other boys and their families not to hear, although they obviously knew exactly what was going on.

‘Of course.’ Louis replied, smile matching Harry’s.

I won’t give up on us, god knows I’m tough enough, we’ve got a lot to learn, god knows we’re worth it..

Both Louis and Harry always knew coming out as a couple to management was going to be hard, but they also both knew that as long as they had each other they were strong enough. They could do it together. So they did. 4 months into their relationship they set up a meeting with the high up members of their management team and told them the truth behind their closeness.

‘So why are you here?’ Ashleigh asked them as she shuffled some paperwork about on her desk.

‘We’re dating.’ Louis stated suddenly but firmly. Ashleigh froze.

‘No you’re not.’ She replied, looking up at them.

‘Yes, we are.’ Harry answered, the same firmness as Louis in his tone, as he took his boyfriends hand into his securely.

‘You can’t.’

‘We are, with or without your acceptance.’ Harry fought sternly.

‘Think about the band. You’re sales will go right down.’

‘Don’t care.’ Louis stated.

‘You’ll lose all your fans.’

‘Don’t care.’ Louis repeated.

‘You’ll get shitloads of hate.’

‘Don’t care.’ Harry replied this time.

‘You’ll have no money.’

‘Not true but we don’t care.’ Harry smirked. Ashleigh sighed heavily in defeat as both boys stood up and walked away from the desk, hand in hand.

‘Why are you fighting so hard about this?’ She asked just before they left the room. She watched the young couple look at each other briefly before Louis turned to face her and spoke. Louis had never been one to stand up to management so the fact the words were coming from his mouth not Harry’s shocked Ashleigh but proved that they both really meant this. Proved that they loved each other.

‘Because we’re worth it.’

I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough, I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up..

Coming out to the fans was 100 times easier. While some had stopped liking them and sent them hate instead and obviously the ‘haters’ had simply sent them both even more hate, the majority of fans had celebrated and cheered even louder than before. Pretty much everyone seemed to love them and while things still were tough sometimes, they were both overall incredibly happy.

‘Louis?’ Harry asked from his seat next to him catching not only Louis’ but all the members of One Direction’s attention.  They were currently sat in Zayn’s living room watching a (very boring in all of the boys opinion) film.

‘Yeah?’

‘Why’d you tell me?’

‘Tell you what?’ Louis frowned.

‘That you’re gay. I mean you could have told anyone first. Why me?’

‘Other than the fact you’re bi and I knew you would accept me and not get freaked out?’ Louis asked kind of turning his answer into its own question.

‘You knew that everyone else would accept you and not freak out too. They accepted me. So, yes.’ Harry replied simply, leaning his head on his boyfriends shoulder.

‘I guess I always kind of liked you.’ Louis admitted quietly but loud enough for the whole room to hear before pressing a small kiss to Harry’s hair. Harry grinned as the other 3 boys cooed and awed.

‘I always kind of liked you too, Lou.’ The green eyed boy replied, tilting his head backwards to connect the two’s lips. And just like that they both knew that they would never give up on one another. The world could put them through hell if it wanted, but they had all of each other’s love and that was all they needed to make it through.

They were Larry Stylinson. And this was their life.