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I'm sorry are you telling me Switch have matching Teddy Bears?? đđđ
I was already obsessed with the fact that Sora had handmade dolls of the three of them that Tsumugi made for him. Why are they so precious!!!
#Switch#Enstars#Tsumugi Aoba#Natsume sakasaki#Sora harukawa#Story: Teddy Bears#Post by galaxy#Sorry for Mugi posting again (I'm not) he's in so many stories#Y'all didn't even see our rants about capitalist Mugi via text this morning you were spared..for now#Bro needs therapy but we knew this#Also losing my mind at the fact that he walked into the shop#Explained it was for girls#And the next words out of his mouth were âI should pick up a gift for Sora and Natsume!!â#Ok Mugi fuck the gender binary and also they are all boyfriends they better love those bears#I know Natsume will pretend to hate it but I swear it's his greatest treasure#Chat do the bears ever come up again I gotta know#Polyswitch#Also why does watching him put the little glasses on the bear make me wanna đ„čđ„čđ„č
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Last Week
Delsin Rowe x Male reader
Request - Delsin rowe x conduit!male reader request. Itâs Christmas time and also after the events of the game (good ending and reggie is fine!!) Delsin and reader fell in love over the course of the game. And Delsin is talking about how he wishes there was more snow. So the reader goes âi got it!â
Delsin went to your apartment for movie night and just hang out. You always smile more when he is around and he does the same thing.
âI got the movie. So you definitely say âI saw the movie top gunâ Delsin smiled.
âYou are so dramatic. You should have been an actorâ You said.
You told him you never saw the movie Top Gun which came out in 1986. He got the movie and it was his idea to have a movie night and you said yes.
You are making spaghetti and chicken, while Delsin is telling facts about the movie.
âY/n, check this out,â Delsin said.
He wanted to show you a video on his phone. You stepped away from the stove and you watch the video with him, it's a funny animal video. Then the smoke comes from the kitchen and the food is burnt. The spaghetti and chicken are badly burned and you used your ability water to stop the fire
âGood thing it didn't get worse,â Delsin said.
âYeah, but the food is badly burnt,â You said.
âSorry, I distracted you with the videoâ Delsin said.
âItâs okay. Wanna have dinner at the mall? They opened a new place to eatâ You said.
Delsin smiled. âYeah, we can have dinner at the mallâ
You and Delsin head to the mall, then got on the line to order the food with Delsin. Christmas music starts to play and you see him getting annoyed.
âWhat?â You asked.
âI'm tired of hearing this song. They have been playing it since November 1stâ Delsin said.
He is talking about the song âAll I Want for Christmas Is Youâ by Mariah Carey.
âWe can't escape the song,â You said and start to laugh.
He starts to laugh also. You and Delsin are liking the food and he starts to talk about why he likes Top Gun.
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Delsin went with you to buy a Christmas tree and other stuff. Back at your apartment, Delsin helped you set up the tree. Now you two start to put the decorations on it
âSo... Are you going to bring a date to the party?â Delsin asked.
âI'm not sure. What about you?â You said.
âI want to ask this guy but Iâm not sure if he would say yes,â Delsin said
âI think you should take a chance,â You said.
âMaybe...â Delsin said.
Earlier, you baked Christmas cookies and you take them out of the oven. But Delsin wanted the cookies now, and he didn't wait for them to cool down. He starts to eat them fast but he is burning his mouth and you're laughing.
âSlow down, I won't it take away from youâ You laughed.
âI like my cookies hotâ Delsin smiled.
You give him a glass of milk then you start to eat the cookie. Later, you and Delsin finish decorating the tree and the living room.
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Cole told Delsin why you're in the hospital and he went to see you. The window is open and you see Delsin come through the window.
âNice entrance,â You said.
âThanks. How are you feeling? Cole told me what happened. And I got this for youâ Delsin said.
He bought you a get-well teddy bear and you think it's cute.
âThanks. I'm a little sore but the medication is helping. I will be here for a few days,â You said.
âI did something for you. Come out hereâ Delsin smiled.
He helped you get out of the medical bed. He helped you get on the roof, across the hospital there is another building. He did a mural for you and he is smiling at you.
âWow, it's amazing,â You said.
âThanks. I thought it would cheer you up, Y/nâ Delsin said.
âSaying thank you is not enough,â You said.
You and Delsin stare at each other, he leans in and you feel his lips on your lips. He starts to kiss you and he put his hand on your cheek.
âY/n, I wanted to kiss you for so long,â Delsin said
âMe too. I always had a crush on youâ You said.
âI feel the same way. Maybe... Maybe you want to be my boyfriend?â Delsin said.
You kiss him back and smiled.
âYes, I will be your boyfriend,â You said.
âCool,â Delsin smiled.
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You are feeling much better, you and Delsin went to see the others. You and Delsin surprised everyone when they saw you hold his hand. Delsin was proud to tell everyone that you are his boyfriend and he can't stop smiling.
Everyone goes outside to watch the snowfall.
âFinally, we get snow,â You said.
âWish there was more snow,â Delsin said.
âI got an idea,â You said.
âWhat is it?â Delsin asked.
âJust watch,â You said.
He watches your eyes change colors and you made more snowfall. He starts to smile and everyone is happy with more snow.
âY/n, this is great!â Delsin smiled.
He gave you a peck on the lips and you can't stop smiling. Now you and Delsin have a snowball fight with the others, everyone is having fun.
You watched him play with the kids, they start to chase him. Delsin fell and you start to laugh and the kids cover him in snow.
âY/n, help they are trying to kill me!!â Delsin yelled.
The kids laugh and they keep covering him with snow. You couldn't stop laughing and you take a picture with your phone. But you did help him stand up. Later, you make a snowman with the kids and Delsin tries to make a bigger snowman than you, he is cocky about it.
Much later, Delsin goes to your apartment. He is making hot chocolate while you put extra blankets on the couch. You and Delsin want to watch a Christmas movie but haven't picked one yet. He starts to talk about he thinks Die Hard the movie is a Christmas movie. While the movie, you and Delsin started kissing each other and didn't pay attention to the movie.
#x male reader#male!reader#Delsin Rowe x reader#Delsin Rowe imagine#Delsin Rowe x male reader#infamous imagine
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Abstaining part 1
this was a request (iâm trying to get caught up on them as quickly as possible, so bear with me here lol). this will probably be 2 parts, maybe 3. pretty much all smut but also some fluff. daddy kink, edging and a little bit of spanking and choking in this part. enjoy :)
âY/n?â I hear Vinnie calling my name from the other room.
âIn the bathroom!â I respond, applying my mascara in the mirror. He turns the corner and pauses, smiling as he looks at me.
I glance over at him. âHow was training?â I ask.
He stares at me for a moment before speaking softly. âOh⊠uh, it was good,â he says, sounding almost absent minded as he bites his lip.
He starts looking me up and down like heâs undressing me in his head. I roll my eyes playfully and smile before I turn my head back toward the mirror.
âDonât even think about it, Vin,â I say, continuing with my makeup.
He rolls his eyes with a coy smile before bringing his hands to his chest as if heâs surrendering.
âWhatever,â he says, then walks over to me. He wraps one hand around my bare waist and tugs a little at my bra strap. âLove this bra on you, by the way,â he leans his chin on my shoulder as he looks at me through the mirror.
âGot it just for you,â I smile and turn to kiss the side of his forehead.
He chuckles a little bit and pulls me back toward him. I can feel his hard on pressing against my ass, making my body throb.
âVinnieâŠâ I say, almost in a whisper. âThis was your rule to begin with, not mine. And if you keep pushing me, I just might give in to you.â
âYou know⊠the longer I stand here looking at you in this bra and those tight little shortsâŠâ he smacks my ass making me jump a little. âThe more I think that wouldnât be such a bad thing.â
âThe fightâs in 4 days and youâve made it this long. You wanna break your rule now?â I ask.
He moves his hands up, cupping my boobs as he gently kisses my neck. I instantly melt into him and put the mascara in my hands down on the counter.
âFuck, Vinnie,â I whisper.
The throbbing between my legs almost hurts at this point, it been 3 weeks since weâve done anything. Heâs been abstaining to get ready for the fight. Apparently depriving himself of sex is supposed to build his aggression and keep his mind strong and focused.
He starts nibbling gently on the most sensitive part of my neck and slips his hands under my bra, pinching my nipples.
I donât see how that theory makes sense, though. Itâs just been torturous for both of us and he wonât even let me touch myself. Wouldnât sex clear his mind and give him relief so he can focus?
Soft moans escape my lips as I squeeze my legs together a little bit. He chuckles and finally pulls away from me, making me groan at the loss of contact.
âYouâre right. Just 4 more daysâŠâ he says, turning the shower on and slipping his shirt off.
I grip the counter in front of me with my mouth slightly parted as I look him up and down in the mirror. He looks so fucking good since he started training. He always looks good but lately itâs just been a whole new level of attractiveness.
And god, a few days ago I went with him to one of his training sessions and seeing him get aggressive with his trainer and workout like Iâve never seen before almost broke me. Watching him with his hair pulled into the half bun look he always does, seeing the way his muscles flexed, the way his skin glistened with a layer of sweat, and the look on his face when he was focused had me so desperate that day I had to go sit in the car to calm myself down. And that feeling of desperation has just gotten more intense as the days drag on and Iâm still not being able to fuck the life out of him.
He tests the water to make sure itâs warm then slips his shorts and boxers off, flashing his semi-hard cock to me. I bite my lip and have to force myself to look away as he climbs into the shower, still perfectly visible through the glass door.
A wave of frustration washes over me. Why does he have to purposefully turn me on and then not even give me any relief? Why canât I get relief? Iâm not the one training, itâs him that has to abstain. Heâs been over to my apartment every day Iâm off work, and always right after heâs done training. He knows what heâs doing to me. He knows how weak I get for him and he does it on purpose.
âVinnie,â I say.
âYeah?â He asks as he rinses his hair.
âWhy you gotta be an asshole?â
He starts to laugh. âWhatâre you talking about?â
âYou know what Iâm talking about,â I turn toward him and cross my arms. âTurning me on and teasing me just to give me nothing.â
âAwe, is my little princess mad at me?â He teases.
âYeah, I am. And Iâm horny as hell. I donât know why I canât have a little fun, itâs you whoâs training. Not me.â
âGuess Iâm just selfish,â he says casually, rinsing the rest of the soap from his body.
âYeah you are,â I turn back toward the mirror to finish my makeup. âAnd your stupid shower is fogging up my mirror,â I say, trying to wipe the steam away.
He only laughs in response.
After another minute he shuts the water off and steps out of the shower, grabbing the towel hanging on the rack beside him. He dries his hair along with the rest of his body and then wraps it around his waist before walking back over to me, wrapping his hands around my waist again.
I roll my eyes and sigh, topping my look off with a little lip gloss before I take his hands off of me and walk away.
âCome back,â he says, pouting.
âNope,â I say, walking out of the room toward the kitchen.
âY/n, thatâs not a request. Iâm telling you to come back,â he demands.
I start to giggle. âAnd? Why should I listen?â
He quickly changes into a clean pair of sweat pants and follows me.
âAre you serious?â He says. He sounds pissed but I donât care. Hell, I might just make him as mad as possibly on purpose. Maybe itâll work him up enough to bend me over the table and remind me whoâs boss.
âAs a fucking heart attack,â I give him a sarcastic smirk. âThat vibrator in my dresser is calling my name, Vin.â
He walks up to me, backing me against the fridge and pinning me there with his body. I put my hand to his chest to keep him back a little as he leans down to my face.
âBuzz buzz,â I tease him, giggling.
He doesnât crack a smile as he brings his hands between my legs and squeezes my thigh.
âYou wouldnât do that,â he says in a low voice. I can feel his heart beating fast against his bare chest.
âI would and Iâm about to. Might even make you watch,â I keep my smile, refusing to be phased by his attempt to intimidate me into acting right. âHell, that might even help you. The whole point is to build your aggression right? Let me just edge the life out of you while I get myself off.â
âNah,â he shake his head. âBut keep acting like that and I wonât touch you for weeks,â he says with an obviously fake smile.
I giggle again. Thatâs a bluff if Iâve ever seen it. He couldnât keep his hands off me that long if he wanted to.
âIâve made it this long without you, Iâm sure I can go a few more weeks if Iâm getting myself off,â I say softly then look down. âBut that hard on in your pants probably wonât let you get very far with your plan.â
He starts rubbing his fingers up and down my slit through my shorts. The fabric rubbing against my clit surprisingly good but I keep my composure.
âI know you must be so frustrated, huh baby?â He says softly.
I donât answer him. Instead I just look up at him, giving him my very best âfuck meâ eyes. He smiles a little bit and then pulls my pants to the side, sliding his middle finger into me and making me whimper a little bit.
âYou want this?â He leans his forehead against mine.
I bite my lip still refusing to answer him. I canât give him the satisfaction of my pleasure at this point.
He chuckles and brings his hand to my throat, lightly cutting off my blood supply as he plants a soft kiss to my lips.
âSay something, princess. Iâm asking you if you want this,â he says quietly with his lips still resting against mine.
I canât keep my act up anymore and let out a small moan. âI do,â I whimper. âI want relief so bad, daddy. More than anything. I just want a little bit⊠something.â
âTell me exactly what you want, princess,â he smiles as he curls his finger against my g-spot, making my legs weak. âYou want me to eat you out? Tell me.â
âI do,â I moan.
âSay it,â he says.
âI want you to eat me out,â I lean my head against his shoulder.
âSay please.â
âPlease! I want you to eat me out, please!â
He chuckles. âAlright. Since youâve been a good girl,â he smiles and pulls his hand out of me.
âReally?â I say excitedly.
âMhmm,â he grabs my hand and pulls me back into the bedroom.
Thank god Iâm getting something from him, I didnât know if I could hold on any more without at least getting myself off, but I donât want to have to do that. Nothing compares to him.
He sits me down on the edge of the bed and leans over me, kissing me as he unclasps my bra.
I slide it off of my and my tits rest against my chest. He lays me back on the bed and bends down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as he massages the other with his hand.
He swirls his tongue around it, and gently bites it as he pulls back a little, making me moan and grip the sheets beside me. He blows a cool breath of air across it, making them get harder and sending chills through me. He smiles as he moves to my other nipple doing the same thing.
He kisses his way down my stomach, making my pussy throb more and more the closer he gets. Finally he reaches the waistband of my shorts and grips them.
âLetâs get these off you pretty girl,â he says softly, pulling them down along with my underwear.
He starts to kiss my inner thigh, sucking gently as he works his way to my clit. The first contact with his mouth sends me straight to heaven and I throw my head back.
Vulgar moans pass through my lips as I push myself further on to his face and wrap my hands in his hair. I look down at him and admire how fucking good he looks between my legs, with his sweet eyes looks up at me as he sucks and licks every inch of my throbbing pussy like heâs starving for me.
He starts thrusting 2 fingers into me and hums against my clit, sending vibrations through me and pushing me close to the edge already. I knew it wouldnât take long to get me there.
âFuck, Iâm gonna - Iâm gonna cum daddy,â I whine and close my eyes, feeling the pulsing feeling coming on fast. I take a deep breath and just before I reach my high, he pulls away from me.
I lay there almost in shock for a moment as I realize what heâs doing. Tears fill my eyes and I start laughing out of frustration.
âSeriously?â I ask as he stands up, wiping his mouth clean of me.
âMhmm,â he nods with a cocky grin spread across his face. He walks over to the head of the bed, laying down.
Iâm on the verge of a complete freakout at this point and stand up, staring at him. I donât even know what to say at this point.
He just looks at me with a smile as he props his back against the headboard. âYou donât get to talk to me like you did. Thought youâd know that by now but I guess not,â he shrugs and pulls his phone out, not paying any more attention to me.
Tears start to overflow on to my cheeks and I walk over to my dresser, pulling out my vibrator.
âDo it and see what happens,â he says, not looking up from his phone.
I ignore him and go into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I prop myself on the edge of the tub and spread my legs. I press the button and⊠of course the vibrator doesnât come on. I realize I forgot to charge it from the last time I used it.
âUgh, fucking stupid thing!â I yell, tossing it on to the ground. I hear Vinnie laugh from the other room.
I sit there for a moment, contemplating what I should do next. Iâm obviously not gonna get to get off right now, now matter how badly I want it.
I sigh. âFucking hell,â I say under my breath and, stand to grab my robe hanging on the back of the door and wrap it around me. I open the bedroom door again and see that Vinnie hasnât moved at all from the spot he was in a few minutes ago.
âYouâre so unnecessarily mean sometimes,â I stand in front of Vinnie with my arms crossed and a pout on my face.
âI know, baby. Itâll be okay,â he says softly. âCome here,â he puts his arms out inviting me in to him.
I roll my eyes and begrudgingly lay down next to him. He pulls me into him, with one of his hands holding me against him in a tight grip around my waist and his lips resting against my head as he continues what he was doing on his phone before.
âI love you, though,â he says softly, then plants a soft kiss on my head.
âI love you too, asshole,â I mutter, earning a small laugh from him.
âJust a few more days,â he says.
âYou better win this fucking fight or this was all for nothing,â I say, running my hand down his chest.
âWinning is the plan, baby,â he chuckles.
#vincent hacker#vinnie#vinnie hacker#vinniehacker#vincenthacker#vinnie fanfic#vinnie x reader#vinniehackerfanfic#vinniehackerimagines#vinniehackersmut
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To You; l.dh
+another repost! did not make any changes to this work :) p.s this is one of my fav fics i have written :)
summary; bored in quarantine, your boyfriend decides to film himself telling you how much he loves you.
3k words
this was like⊠œ edited LMFAO so there might,,, be mistakesâŠ??? this was so tiring to make omfg, enjoy!! lolÂ
also i mixed the name donghyuck and haechan bc i couldnât choose one lmfao ok!!! bye gn enjoy!! :)))))))
warnings: thereâs a word f*t in it
+Day 1 3:34PM
Haechan adjusted the camera, making sure he could be seen. Once he was sure the camera was reflecting him properly, he leaned back against his gaming chair.Â
âUm,â your boyfriend started, looking everywhere but the camera. âThis is awkward,â he says, looking back at the camera.
âI started this, since we wonât be able to see each other for a month- because of quarantine,â he explains, âI honestly have no idea what Iâm doing right now,â he laughs.Â
After a few minutes of pure silence, your boyfriend opened his mouth to continue speaking, âI just feel likeâ I never really show much love to you?âÂ
There were times where your boyfriend would purposely avoid saying âI love youâ or avoid holding your hands whenever the both of you were outside. Honestly, you didnât really mind, knowing Donghyuck was never the type to show affection.Â
âItâs hard,â he says truthfully, âThe boys knows how much I love you, and it sucks that I donât know how to show youâ or tell you, that I love you.â
Haechan bit his lips nervously, âand, I think this video is- or will prove that I love you?â
He wasnât sure if he was even making sense at this point.Â
Your boyfriend groaned, throwing his head back, covering his face with his hands. After a while, he looked back at the camera, âyou know what, babe? Just watch the whole thing, okay?â
+Day 4 11:47PM
âHi,â he smiles, letting out a huff, âthis is kinda late, I spent the whole night playing games,â he says guiltily, playing with his fingers, looking away from the camera.
He knows that you didnât like it when he would stay up until ungodly hours just to play games with his friends. You hated how he would put his health aside just to play games.Â
He brings his hands up to brush his wet hair.Â
âUh,â he sighs out loud, pouting. âI feel bad for staying up late last night, so Iâm going to spend the whole night with you today,â he laughs.Â
Another moment of silence pass.Â
âI donât know what to say,â he whines.Â
He sat there in silence, staring at the ground, figuring out on what to say. Should he tell you about his day?
âWell, I woke up at 5PM today,â he tells you, âI ate dinner with my familyâ mom cooked chicken today!â he says happily, âThen, I went to call you for a bit because I missed you a little too much,â he pouts.Â
He scratched his head, âthen I showered and now this-â he says, pointing to the camera.Â
âUm, it has been 4 days and I miss you too much,â he says truthfully, âfacetiming isnât working, I think Iâm going crazy,â he laughs.Â
+Day 5 7:38PM
He was talking halfway, talking about how much he admires you when his phone started ringing.Â
âOh?â he turns around to grab his phone from his bed. A smile formed on his face when he saw you facetiming him.Â
He turned to the camera to show his screen, âBaby, youâre calling me,â he giggles before quickly answering to your facetime.Â
âChannie~â you whine cutely when your boyfriend answered your facetime, âwhat are you doing, hyuckie?â
Usually, your boyfriend would complain whenever you would speak in a cute voice, but he secretly likes it. He secretly likes being babied.Â
He looks at the camera that was recording the both of you.Â
âNothing,â he lies, âwhy did you call me, loser?â
You huff, raising your arms so he could see you laying on the bed. âIâm bored, hyuckie~ entertain me~â
He leans back on his chair, âwanna play games with me?â
Your face beam at his words, âOkay! Iâll get my X-Box ready now.â
Your boyfriend was the one who bought for you the X-Box. Well, it was an old version, but you loved it, nonetheless. It wasnât like you played dailyâ you only played with boyfriend.Â
âIâll call you in 5, baby,â he tells you, already walking over to turn on the tv.Â
âKay, bye-bye, love you, Hyuckie,â you say in a baby voice, bringing your phone closer to press your lips on the camera.Â
Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust, âyeah, yeah,â he says before ending the call.Â
He quickly grab the camera that was still recording, he moved the camera closer to press a kiss, âI love you too, y/n.â
+Day 7 3:01PM
âDo you remember when you gave me the teddy bearâ Oh my gosh, I feel like a youtuber,â he cackles. He shook his head, focusing back to what he was saying.Â
âSo, do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear?â he asks, âwait,â he says, standing up to grab the tiny teddy bear that was sitting on his bed.Â
You had bought him the bear during your 200th day with him. Donghyuck didnât really give the reaction you wanted.Â
âDo you not like it?â you had asked him, disappointment laced in your voice. You didnât dare look at him, upset with yourself that you had bought something that he didnât like.Â
âNo, no!â he quickly replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, the other holding the tiny bear. âI love it,â he says.Â
You knew it was a lie. He didnât seem to like it.Â
âI love it,â he says, âI know I didnât show like I did at that time, but I need it with me every time I go to bed.âÂ
He scratches his head, regretting his actions that has had happened months ago.Â
âNo one has ever bought me a bear before,â he explains, âand when you bought it for me, it just feltâ I felt, I felt happy? I felt fulfilled? Do you know what I mean?âÂ
âI really wanted to tell you that I loved your present, especially when you had bought me another present a few days later,â
âit was to make up for the previous presentâ was your reason.Â
It broke his heart when you said that while handing him a couple bracelet. He wanted to tell you how much he loved your gift, but it was so hard for him.Â
âI hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth, itâs hardâand it still is,â he sighs, âI hope by doing this, I can assure you that I love you..?âÂ
+Day 10 9:34PM
He was in the middle of filming himself when his mother comes in.Â
âDonghyuck-ah, what are you doing? Do you want some fruits?â his mother asks, looking at his son, not noticing the camera perched on the dressing table.Â
Instead of answering his motherâs question, he grabs the camera to film his mother.Â
âEomma, say hello to y/n,â Donghyuck says.Â
His mother raised her eyebrows in surprised, âhello my dear y/n~ how are you?â
Your boyfriend giggle from behind the camera, âtell her how much you miss her,â
âI think I miss you more than Donghyuck does,â she jokes. âWhat is this for, Donghyuck-ah?â
Haechan placed the camera back on the dressing table, turning to look at his mum.
âIâm making a video for y/n until quarantine is over,â he explains as his mother walks in, wrapping her arm around her sonâs shoulder.Â
His motherâs heart warmed at his sonâs words.Â
âYouâre growing up way too fast, our Donghyuck~â she cooed, pulling your boyfriendâs cheeks as he whined in pain.Â
You would also pinch his cheeks almost every time the both of you are together. Whenever you had Donghyuckâs cheeks between your fingers, he would whine, pulling away from your grip.
âEomma! I want strawberries!â he shouts after his mother left his room.Â
He turns his attention back to the camera, âAnywaysââ
+Day 17 2:35AM
âI really like your eyes,â Haechan confesses dreamily, âyour eyes are the colour of shit,â he jokes, âbut theyâre so shiny, baby,â
The first time he realizes heâs in love with your glimmering eyes was when he brought you out on a date to star gaze. You were staring at the sky, a smile plastered on your face, amazed at how beautiful the sky was.Â
When you noticed your boyfriend staring at you, you turned to face him. Your eyes captured his heart. How could someone have such bright eyes?
âOh! And when you smile, you make my heart beat like crazy!â he chuckles.Â
The first thing that caught Hyuckâs eyes when he had a crush on you was your bright smile. He believes that was the main reason that he fell for you. How you would always have a beaming smile plastered on your face everywhere you go.Â
He thinks itâs adorable.Â
The small dimples that was on the side of your lips whenever you smile.Â
And your adorable little laugh he adores so much.Â
Or the little birthmark you had on the corner of your mouth.Â
After talking about you for a while, he let out a satisfied sigh, âIâm so whip for you, you know?â
After 17 days of making videos for you, it started becoming easier for him to show his love for you.Â
âEverything you do makes me go crazy, do you realise that?â he asks you, âdo you realize that everything you do makes me happy? No, you donât have to do anything, your presence makes me melt.â
He laughs at how he was flirting, âyouâre probably laughing too,â
His laughter died down, letting out a tired sigh, âwell, itâs late and Iâm going to go to bed before you nag at me some more,â
He let out a yawn, âgoodnight y/n, I love you so much, you donât know how happy you make me,â
+Day 20 2:56PM
This time, it was different.Â
He was filming himself at McDonalds drive-thru.Â
âGuess whoâs this for?â he asks the camera, his gaze on the road. âYes, you.â
He turns to look at the camera for a second before paying attention on the road, âyou didnât ask me to get you anything but I wanted to get something for you,â he explains.Â
He was lying, this was just an excuse to see you, even for a second. Even if itâs 6 feet apart. Even if there was a glass between the both of you.Â
âI think you know the reason why Iâm buying this for you,â he says, referring to the food. âTo make you fat! Youâre right, y/n,â he jokes.Â
That was also a lie. You tend to eat less whenever youâre stressed.Â
After he found out that you had a project, he knew how stress you would be, and decided to get food, making sure you eat healthily.Â
Your boyfriend would never fail to remind you how much he loves your body. No matter shape or size. He has always made sure you feel loved with who you are.Â
âI think you know the real reason why Iâm coming over,â he adds. When he reaches a red light, he turns to look at the camera with a pout, âI canât help it, I miss you too much, y/n,â he says in a baby voice.Â
He grimaces at his actions, shaking his head disapprovingly, âI am never doing that ever again.â
A few minutes later, he reached your house. He had texted you to that he was waiting for you outside.Â
It took you a while to come out, but when you did, you had one of his hoodies over your body.Â
He loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel all giddy.Â
âOne day, Iâm going to wear all of your clothesâ he would say whenever you steal his clothes.Â
You walked over to his car, âwhat the hell are you doing here, dummy,â you ask him, maintaining the distance.Â
He grabbed the bag of food from the passengerâs seat and passed it to you from the window of his car.Â
âBrought you food, you unappreciative bitch,â he tells you while you walk up to grab the food from him.Â
You open the bag to see your favourite food, âmy favourite food, too?!â you squeal, âHaechan best boyfie~â
He rolls his eyes, âyeah, yeah, go and finish your project,â
You nodded, the smile not leaving your face.Â
âIâll facetime you later?â he asks.Â
âAt 11,â you confirmed.Â
He nods, signalling for you to go back in. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before turning around to go back in.Â
He quickly fishes out his camera, filming you walking back in your house.Â
âLook at my baby all happy because I brought her food,â he says, âenjoy your food, pretty,â
+Day23 6:07PM
âDay 23,â he breathes out. âI didnât expect it to go by so fast,â he blurts out.Â
He puffs his cheeks out, âI donât want to stop making videos for you, but you would just make fun of me for being soft,â
He had started growing content on making videos for you every day.Â
âBut at the same time, I can finally see you after a month, babe!â he says happily. âI can finally hold you in my arms, we can kiss until the world ends, we can also do it,â he says, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
Well, he canât lie he did miss doing it with you.Â
He sighs, âanyway, when we can finally get together, we can watch movies, then come back to my place and we can cuddle!â
He missed that.Â
Personally, Donghyuck preferred going over to your place but you preferred going to his place because he had games and a huge bed, and it was just comfortable.Â
âAhh,â he groan, âI miss you like crazy! I think I have to end this video early because I wanna facetime you right now,â
He grabs his phone on the table to call you.Â
âOkay, bye babe, I love you, Iâm going to talk to you now!â
+Day 25 4:03AM
âHi,â donghyuck greet the camera.Â
Anyone could realise he wasnât in the best mood.Â
It took Donghyuck a while to start talking, âwe had a fight earlier today,â he says, his voice lace with disappointment and⊠hurt?
You had texted him just an hour ago, ranting about your homework. When Donghyuck replied to you a minute later, you got angry at him because he was staying up again at ungodly hours.Â
He didnât understand why you were so angry because you were awake at the same timing as he is.Â
âIâm going to give you space, because itâs what you need right now,â he says. âI hope you know I still love you no matter what,â
He bit his lip hesitantly, âI know you donât like it when I stay up with the boys, but I donât like you staying up to finish your work either, babyâ
He closes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. âI hope you donât get too stressed over school, eat healthily, and make sure you rest from time to time, babygirl,â
He lets out another sigh before reaching for the camera, âI love you,â
+Day 28 7:36PM
 Haechan purses his lips, staring at the camera, âtoday is a bad day,â he starts.Â
Today he had woke up a little earlier than normal after talking it out with you a few days ago. He decided to get up early and help his mom with cooking, which only resulted him in getting scolded by his mother for making a mess.Â
After that, he decided to play games with his friends, however despite playing for 5 hours straight, he didnât get a single win.Â
Now, he has tried to contact you, but you have not replied to him. Probably busy with school.Â
He let out a huff, âtake a break y/n,â he whines, âfocus on me too~â
Letting out a pout he shakes his head, âkidding babe, get those Aâs!â
âWell, now I donât really have anything to do so Iâm going to facetime you again, bye babe!â
+Day 30 10:18AM
âHyuckie!â you call out, running to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you threw your arms around your boyfriendâs neck, making him stumble back a few steps as he grabs on your waist.Â
You hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells so good.
âYouâre not going to let go of me until I say so,â you mumble, tightening your grip around his neck.
He chuckles at you, âI wonât let go of you until you say so,âÂ
Donghyuck was satisfied with having his arms wrapped around your waist, his face covered in your hair.Â
After a few moments of the both of you just holding each other, you finally pull away from your boyfriend.Â
âY/n,â he says, making you hum.
âWait,â you stop him, making him stare at you with wide eyes as he froze on the spot.Â
âCan you kiss me first?â you ask. His eyes soften at your request. Your fingers trace his bottom lips, âI miss your pretty lips.â
He smiles at your words and nodded. Pulling you closer by your waist, he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rest on his chest while you both share a needy kiss.Â
After a few minutes, you pull away, breathless with crimson red cheeks.
Haechan raised his eyebrows as he resumed, âI made something for you,â
You gasped, âwhat is it?â
He fishes out a CD player. The CD held videos of him explaining how much he loves and appreciates you throughout the whole month.Â
He passes you the gift.Â
âWatch this at home?â he tells you.Â
You grab the CD from his grip, âokay? What is this all about?â
âJust promise me youâll watch it at home?â he asks again, staring down at you.Â
âI will! I will!âÂ
After making videos of himself for 29 days straight, Donghyuck have concluded that he was so utterly in love with you. He was so in love with you that he didnât know how to express how much he adores you.
#haechan#lee donghyuck#haechan scenarios#haechan drabbles#haechan imagines#haechan angst#haechan fluff#haechan smut#nct#nct127#nct scenarios#nct dream#nct drabbles#nct imagines#nct angst#nct fluff#nct smut#angst#fluff#smut#scenarios#drabbles#imagines
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who said anything about marriage
[read it here or on ao3]
Barry was nervous.
That was nothing new. Barry was nervous most of the time. But Barry hadnât been nervous around Lup in decades.
There were so many things that could go wrong. For one, he could lose the ring. For the millionth time in the past half hour, he patted the outside of his jacket pocket. He felt the little box and exhaled quietly.
He could screw up the plan. Theyâd already made it to the restaurant on time, thank the Gods. But what if they missed the gondola ride? Heâd booked the damned thing in advance, and if the rules heâd read online were any indication, the company didnât give latecomers a whole lot of leeway. He could pop the question on the streets next to the canal, he supposed, but that was unromantic. Plus, heâd pre-paid so much for the ride.
And what if he fell? Heâd made himself sick the night before reading articles about mistakes to avoid on a gondola. He knew not to try to stand, but what if he forgot? He could tip the boat and soak them both.
âUm, babe?â
Lupâs voice brought Barry out of his anxious reverie, and he remembered heâd been pouring a glass of wine, which was now very close to overflowing. âAah!â He hastily righted the bottle, hitting the mouth against the overfilled glass in the process and very nearly knocking it over.
Lup snickered, eyes glinting with amusement. âYou are a wreck,â she said as she lifted her own wine glass to her lips. There wasnât a hint of malice in her voice or in her expression. Barry remembered that heâd probably embarrassed himself in front of her thousands of times, and she still loved him. As the waiter came by to take their orders, Barry felt himself relaxing.
That calm moment was short-lived.
When the waiter turned away from their table, Lup propped her elbows up on the table and rested her chin on her palms. âHey, Bear?â
âMm-hm?â Barry vocalized, sipping from his comically full wine glass.
âWhen are we gonna get married?â
Barry sputtered, spitting a little wine back into his glass and trying not to choke on the rest of it. âHuh?!?â Had she figured out his plan? She was clever, and he wasnât the best at keeping secrets, but he thought heâd done a good job of keeping it from her. Heâd known better, too, than to tell anyone expect Taako. Did she get it out of him?
She raised an eyebrow. âWell, donât freak out or anything. Itâs just, you know, weâve been together for, like, I donât know, an entire human lifespan?â She shifted her chin so that it rested only on her left palm and reached for her glass with her free hand. âI mean, weâre pretty much already married. I just thought, I dunno, maybe we should make it official.â
If Barry had been thinking, he mightâve told her âYes! Gods, yes!â right then and there. He mightâve pulled out the ring and said, âFunny you should ask, I was thinking the same thing!â If he had been thinking, he might have realized that this moment, right here in the restaurant, was the perfect opportunity to do what heâd set out to do this evening.
But Barry wasnât thinking. Barry was panicking.
âM-marriage? Who said anything about marriage?â
Lup set her left arm back down on the table. âHuh? Nobody said anything about it. Or, I guess I did.â She looked down at her glass and swirled it around a bit. âGeez, Barry, I wouldnât have brought it up if I knew itâd make you all, like, panicky and sweaty and shit.â
âI-Iâm not panicky and sweaty.â He was very obviously both of these things. It was this moment that the waiter came by, awkwardly setting their plates in front of them and hurrying off, sensing that whatever was happening here, it was definitely not something he wanted to be privy to any longer than necessary. âY-you just caught me off guard, thatâs all. Marriage is, you know, a big word.â
âWell, sure.â Lup picked up a fork and began swirling it in her pasta. âBut, like, havenât you thought about it before?â She lifted the fork to her mouth.
âThought about marrying you?â Barry was drenched in sweat now.
âMm-hm,â Lup managed through a mouthful of linguini.
âWell, no, I mean, why would I?â
This was absolutely, positively, the wrong thing to say. It might have been the worst possible thing Barry couldâve said, and heâd said it, and he couldn't take it back.
Lup swallowed her food hard and gaped at him. âFucking excuse me?â
âUhhâŠâ He took a long sip of his wine.
âWhat do you mean, âWhy would I?â?â
The pressure was on now, and Barry tended to falter under pressure. âI just, I mean, marriage is, itâs such a long-term commitment, you know? It, uh, ties you down and stuff.â
Lupâs eyes went even wider. âBarry, what are you trying to say?â she asked softly.
Barry threw his hands up. âNothing! I- nothing! Just, youâre such a, a free spirit, I, uh, wouldnât wanna⊠hold you back?â
She deflated, and he knew heâd dug himself deeper. âYeah, okay.â She put her elbow back on the table, making a fist with her left hand and resting her cheekbone on her knuckles, and looked down at her plate.
Silence. Barry cut off a bit of his salmon and ate it. âMmm!â he hummed exaggeratedly. âThe salmon is amazing! Howâs your food?â
Lup pushed her noodles around on her plate, not looking up. âItâs fine. Fantastic.â
They stayed like that for a while, him slowly eating his food and watching her, her only taking small occasional bites and refusing to look anywhere but her plate.
âUm, are⊠are you ready for the check?â Barry asked after some time.
âHm? Oh, yeah. Whenever.â Lup stood. âJust, like, excuse me for a minute first.â She walked quickly towards the restroom.
When the door closed behind her, Barry sighed and sunk his face into his hands. He didnât have the slightest idea how he was going to recover. âFuck,â he breathed into his hands.
After a minute, Barry heard the sound of footsteps, distinct from the clicking of Lupâs heels, approach the table. âBarold.â
He lifted his head to see Taako, still in his full chefâs uniform, glaring at him, arms crossed. Fuck, he was really in trouble now. âHi, Taako.â In retrospect, maybe it was a mistake to have this dinner at Lupâs brotherâs restaurant. It had seemed like a sweet idea at the time. Taako had only recently gotten comfortable cooking for large crowds again, and he and Lup made efforts to support him when they could.
Taako leveled a glare at Barry. âOne of my little birdies has just informed me that she saw my sister run crying into the bathroom. Would you, dear customer, mind telling me why that is?â
Barry exhaled, long and slow. âI beefed it, Taako.â
âYou beefed it? What does that mean, exactly?â
âOkay, she brought up marriage out of nowhere and it threw me off and I didnât want to spoil the proposal and I panicked and maybe I said some things I didnât mean.â
âSuch asâŠ?â
âSuch as⊠âIâve never thought about marrying you,â and âMarriage ties people downââŠâ
âOh, good Gods. All because you didnât wanna spoil some dumb overly romantic surprise?â
Barry flushed. âWell, when you put it like thatâŠâ
Taako pinched the bridge of his nose. âBarry, I donât know how youâre going to do it, but if you know whatâs good for you, youâre going to have this fixed by the end of tonight.â
Barry grimaced. âI-Iâll try.â
âYouâve also wasted my food.â Taako nodded at Lupâs mostly-untouched plate and tossed a leather check holder onto the table. âAnd if I find any fire damage in my bathroom, Iâm charging you for that, too.â With that, Taako turned and strode back into the kitchen.
By the time Lup came out of the bathroom, Barryâs credit card had already been returned to him and he was signing the receipt. He looked up at her and tried not to wince when he noticed the mascara tracks marking paths down her cheeks from her puffy eyes. âReady to go?â
âMm.â She still wouldnât look at him. He led her outside, and she leaned against the building, hugging herself and staring into space, eyes unfocused.
Barry stood next to her uneasily. âUh, Iâm going to⊠call the taxi now?â
âMm-hm.â
Barry didnât reach for his phone. Another uncomfortable silence passed.
Then, he sighed. âOkay, I-I didnât wanna do it like this, butâŠâ
Barry knelt down, pulled the ring box out of his pocket, and flipped it open.
Lup finally turned to face him now, stunned. âWh-what-?â
He blushed and began rambling. âI had this whole evening planned, and there was supposed to be a gondola ride, thatâs where we were supposed to go next, and I was going to ask you there, but then you brought up marriage and I panicked and I put my fucking foot in my mouth. It was so dumb, Iâm so sorry I said all that shit, I didnât mean any of it, I just really wanted it to be a surprise. Gods, I was so fucking dumb, of course I wanna marry you, if youâll still have m-â
Lup bent down, grabbed Barryâs face, and kissed him hard.
Barry felt all the tension in his body melt away. He shut the ring box and held it securely in one hand. He brought the other up to sweep Lupâs hair behind her ear and held it there, against her cheek.
When Lup pulled away, she rested her forehead against his. âYouâre a fucking wreck, baby.â
He chuckled. She was crying again and, Barry realized, so was he. âI know.â
She beamed. âWeâll work on it together, fiancĂ©.â She gave him a quick peck on the lips. âI canât believe you did all that for a fucking gondola ride, though. I mean, no offense, dear, but Iâm kinda glad we didnât do that.â
He grimaced. âWell, about that, I paid a lot of money for it, and thereâs still timeâŠâ
Lup pouted. âDo we have to? Iâd rather go home.â She kissed the corner of his mouth. âIâll make it up to you,â she breathed.
Barry smiled. âYeah, okay. Youâve convinced me.â
âPerfect!â Lup stood up, smirked, and held out her left hand. âNow gimme that rock!â
Taako lifted his phone off the bedside table and squinted at his notifications.
Lulu: Missed Call
Lulu: Voicemail
Remembering the scene at his restaurant the night before, he inhaled sharply and unlocked his phone. There are two ways that situation couldâve played out, he thought. He navigated to his voicemailbox and pressed play on the most recent message.
âUgh, itâs so annoying how youâre never awake when I have news. I have big fucking news, by the way, so Iâm gonna be really pissed at you if you donât call me back within the next, like, two hours. Okay, later.â
Taako smiled. It was a relief to hear her sound so chipper. It meant this news of hers was definitely good, and it meant that Taako didnât have to fight Barold. He sat up, rubbed the dust out of his eyes, and called his sister.
#taz#the adventure zone#taz balance#the adventure zone balance#blupjeans#barry bluejeans#lup#lup taaco#this is a couple months old but I really liked it at the time i wrote it#i hope its still good im kinda scared to think about it too hard#reese inspired me to write this in the first place i remember#i think she asked me a very simple like ''how would they get engaged after s&s do you think'' and i wrote her like a paragraph
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innocence - 39
PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader
WARNINGS: none
A/N:Â boy, did i take a lot of time to post this but itâs the last one and i am on the ground crying. thank you so much for supporting this work. i am so lucky for having all of you xx
Bucky woke up with an odd cold feeling in the spot where Y/N usually used to lie. He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, hand roaming around the bed to find her hot body but nothing; he was alone in bed. He groaned, moving out of the bed as he kicked into protective mode. She shouldnât be up this early at least not after heâd kept her up all night and if she was awake, it could be for no good reason. His hand blindly found the door as the other looked for something to wear so he wouldnât walk full on commando in the living room and scare the neighbour who lived in the building next to his. Opening the door, he found her surrounded by papers, her laptop laying on top of her legs, glasses slightly and slowly sliding down the bridge of her nose. Bucky leaned against the door ledge, a stupid lovesick smirk on his lips as he examined her. Somehow, she had managed to find her underwear, the cutest little white, blue and pink corset and matching panties covered by a white dressing gown which just looked delightfully sinful with his hickeys and bite marks spread across her tender skin. He shouldnât feel so cocky about marking her, yet the mere sight of it woke up an ego like pride which made him want to show her around to everyone whoâd bother look. Yet, another part of him wanted to keep her all to himself. Obviously he knew he couldnât, she was more of the world than she was of him and he would always be madly in love with her no matter what.
  - Mrs. Barnes, you are interrupting our honeymoon period. - he joked, walking behind the couch to kiss her temple. - What are you doing up at 5AM? Are you gonna go on a run with me?Â
  - Iâm just looking at my contract. - she closed her laptop with a sigh. - Iron clad contract, canât believe I signed it.Â
  - Princess, it was your first agency. You couldnât have possibly known.
  - My dad is a lawyer, my siblings are lawyers, my grandparents were lawyers. How did I let this happen? Why didnât I haggle? Why donât we have a prenup?
  - Your mum is a chef, maybe you took after her. - he joked more to himself than to her. - Also what does a prenup has to do with it? Are you planning on divorcing me already?
  - When I sent the contract over to my dad he asked if I had gotten a prenup when I got married and I know he likes you but he kept yapping about a prenup and how smart women get prenups and I canât believe I donât have a prenup and that I signed this contract. - she spoke as fast as a freight train, not even taking a slight break. Bucky noticed the tea cup by her side which, judging by her quick speak, probably wasnât filled with tea.
  - Princess, did you have some of my coffee?
  - I did, I needed to be awake.Â
  - Itâs extra strong coffee, doll. You barely drink coffee, it canât possibly be ... uhm ...
  - I am jittery. - she interrupted him. - Iâve read this a thousand times and unless another agency fights my agency for a contract with me, I am stuck on ensemble for the rest of my life and itâs not like agencies are fighting for good old me.
  - Okay ... - he took her laptop away from her placing it somewhere on the ground before wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her on top of his lap. She leaned her head against his chest, cuddling against his still warm torso from the heat int he bedroom. - Listen princess, you need to take your mind out of that. Itâs no use re-reading that contract over and over again.
  - My career is over and Iâm not good at anything else.
  - Your career is not over. - his hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her hair away from it before placing a small kiss to her shoulder. She merely cuddled against him, those contract words tattooed on her mind. - Thereâs no way that contract is legal after heâs charged with harassing you, princess. You just need to relax now.Â
  - I donât know.
  - Letâs go to Florence. - he bite her shoulder playfully. - Letâs go. Whatâs stopping us?
  - I donât know ... we canât go.
  - Donât make me use the husband card. - he pointed at her playfully. - Youâre not gonna want to be here during his trial anyway, precious.Â
  - Maybe youâre right. - she leaned onto him, her arms wrapping against his torso. - You really think Iâm not over?
  - I would never let that happen, would I?Â
10 years later
Bucky felt the sun kiss his skin, the early yet soft wind of March passing by the quiet streets of London as he walked down the street in dark jeans and a equally dark blue henley. He stood by the little white building, sunglasses on as the bell rang and suddenly the boast of laughter erupted from inside the building followed by thousands of little legs running outside. He remained stoic until his smile pulled slightly up as between so many children, he spotted the thick brown curls of his daughter who rushed down the stairs in her little uniform and ladybug bag. She stopped at the bottom off the stairs, looking around until she spotted her dad. A smile, identical to her fatherâs, formed in her face as she rushed towards Bucky with open arms. He pretended to step back as she collided against him, before pulling her up and kissing her cheek. The 4 year old giggled, her arms wrapping around her dadâs neck as he walked away from her nursery.Â
  - We learned about the letters in our names today, daddy! - she started to relate what she had happened during her day immediately after they were far away from the crowd.
  - No way, ladybug.Â
  - Yeah. My name has a B, just like yours, daddy. - Bucky knew he should tell his daughter at some point that his name was not Bucky and that it was merely a nickname but he couldnât bear tell her. She just looked so happy.Â
  - Thank god we match, right ladybug?
She nodded her head, cuddling against her dad as he continued to walk in the affluent area of London. The weather was nice, a good omen for the big event of the evening. He was so proud as he saw the theatre walls with a photo of his wife, her name printed with the label Tony Award Winner under it. She deserved it, she deserved it so much and he could not even express in words how proud he was of her. The move back to her hometown had been a difficult one but seeing everything going right, seeing how happy she was ... god, he could swell up with pride.Â
He went around the theatre, finding the backstage door and entering it. His daughter jumped off, little eyes looking around with so much wonder. He was almost sure sheâd end up like his mother, a little star. The orchestra tuning could be heard from the walls, people and cast were running around preparing for the opening night. Blair held up his hand, pushing him through the crowd and up the stairs where the dressing rooms were.
 - Mumma! - she walked into her motherâs opened dressing room. Y/N dropped whatever she was doing to go hug her daughter, immediately preparing her with lipstick stained kisses. - Mumma, my name has a B like daddy.
 - No way. - she smiled, leaning her forehead against hers. - Ainât daddy a lucky man?
 - Daddy is a lucky man, alright. - he chuckled, walking up to his two girls. - You look precious, princess.
 - Iâm nervous. - he muttered towards her husband, who merely smiled before kissing her. - Iâm serious.
 - Well, every time you tell me youâre nervous, something great happens, doesnât it? - he looked at his daughter; the last time she had told him she was nervous was before Blair was born. - Me and Blair are gonna be there, watching you be splendid.Â
 - I wanna go see Chuck. - Blair jumped away from his mother too, running to the next door dressing room and leaving the two lovers alone in the dressing room covered in red flowers, all curtesy of Bucky. The minute he had the theatre address, he started sending roses, lilies and even more every single day.Â
 - Wish me luck? - she put her hands on top of his shoulders, almost slowly dancing with him.
 - You donât need any luck. Youâre always perfect.
 - Youâre extremely biased, Mr. Barnes.Â
 - No, I just have an extremely talented wife, Mrs. Barnes.Â
 - 5 minute call. - the voice came through the voice on the speaker.
 - Love me even if I fail?Â
 - Love you âtil the end of time.Â
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I wonder what the supervillains (the dorm leaders) would do if they get switched with their other self in Twisted Wonderland.
They'll meet a younger Yuu calls them senpai and probably get shivers when they hear someone shout Prefect but then realize its Yuu's role in that world.
Bonus would be if Yuuken's there too, sharing the dorm with Yuu.
Thank you for the ask, dear anon!
I decided to take a little inspo from my Villainous Paranoiac series for this one! Not a whole lot, but the idea of Twisted Wonderland Yuu being put in the infirmary after the events of Chapter Five!
(Also consider it non-canon, since it kinda involves everyoneâs identities being exposed!)
Basically imagine that the supervillains find themselves in what looks like a private school infirmary, late at night. The air is buzzing with a strange energy, almost like the powers back in their home world, but...different, somehow.
The room nearly empty, save for one occupant in a cot close to the door.
Poison Queen and King immediately begin bickering over whose fault this mess is, while Royal Flush tries to get them to keep their voices down or else theyâll be detected. Charon is half a minute from going to curl up in a corner, clutching his freeze ray like a lifeline, while Octo Dealer and Snake Charmer are busy inspecting their surroundings for anything of value or that can be requisitioned into a weapon on short notice.
Tsunotaro has wandered over to inspect the sole other living being in the room with them.
He is pleasantly surprised to see what looks like a younger version of the reporter heâs so fond of, fast asleep in the infirmary cot. Their cheeks still retain the last bit of baby fat from childhood, and thereâs some acne left that will fade with age. He may give one cheek a gentle poke, just to satisfy his curiosity. The sleepy mumble they let out is a little more high pitched than normal, but thatâs the reporterâs voice alright.
He is less pleased to see dark circles under their eyes, or the bandages around their throat that stink of medicinal salves. If this truly is a younger version of his child of man, then why do they look so worried, even in sleep? Why are they injured and sleeping in this place of healing in the first place? Theyâre a mere child, barely old enough to operate a vehicle or live alone. Their only worries should be trivial things, not whatever is causing this furrow in their brow and hunch in their shoulders.
The other supervillains have begun to migrate over to where Tsunotaro is crouching in silent contemplation. King flips his eyepatch up to get a better look, whistling lowly. Octo Dealer busies himself with refilling their water glass, sneaking glances at them as he places it within easy reach. Snake Charmer pulls their pillow more under their head from where itâs almost slipped off. Poison Queen straightens the arrangement of the very tasteful bouquet on the bedside table, so the flowersâ best angle is shown to the bedâs occupant. Royal Flush carefully tucks their covers in over them.
Charon takes a picture with his tablet.
He forgot to turn off his flash.
Yuu cracks their eyes open...
To see seven adults looming over their bed in masks that resemble the ink from the overblots that haunt the Prefectâs nightmares.
Cue terrified screaming.
Snake Charmer lunges forward instinctively to cover Yuuâs mouthâ
Itâs only thanks to Poison Queen yanking him back that he doesnât end up with an arrow in the shoulder.
Several more follow the first one through the window above the prefectâs cot, cold iron sharp and perfectly aimed to seriously maim if the supervillains donât immediately get away from the screaming teenager. Rook was lax in protecting the Trickster after VDC ended, assuming there was no more danger after Roi du Poisonâs overblot was saved. He will not make that mistake again.
The infirmary doors burst open, a younger Yuuken in a sleep-rumpled uniform barging in from where he decided to sleep outside because Ramshackle felt too empty and quiet to bear, but was forbidden from staying in the infirmary himself. He only has a pillow, but he brandishes it at the strange adults, fully willing to defend his dorm mate in whatever way he can.
The vanguard appears in a flurry of bats though, too many to fight off, small and vicious and furious. Their commander materializes in the center if the swarm, hovering over the head of Yuuâs cot, pink eyes brimming with a cold rage that makes his small and cute form look like itâs bursting at the seams holding something much older and angrier back. He opens his mouth, fangs long and glisteningâ
Only to stop short at the sight of one of the supervillains. âMalleus? Malleus Draconia?â
Tsunotaro nods warily.
âWh-What in Twisted Wonderland are you wearing??â
Tsunotaro ducks his head like a chastened child. âI could say the same thing.â He mutters sullenly.
From there the lights get turned on, and the seven supervillains are made to explain themselves to the sleep-deprived students and staff who trickle in to see whatâs going on. All six dorm leaders and one vice dorm leader vanished from their beds, setting everyone on high alert until news of these...alternate versions spread.
It is very weird for the supervillains to see all their minions as teenagers (again in some cases). It is only surpassed by how weird it is for everyone else to see their dorm heads and vice head all grown up and adult, even if they are dressed weird.
Ortho still wants to shoot them with a beam until they bring back his nii-san. Luckily Charon is able to convince him that Idia should be fine if heâs in Charonâs lairâheâs got plenty of the latest games, manga and tech for him to play with, so that should keep him occupied for a while.
Sebek is in a state of Malleus awe. He has shut down and will not restart. Silver has taken to pinching himself just to make sure this isnât a Liliaâs cooking induced fever dream, while Lilia himself scolds Tsunotaro that he raised him better than to go around watching people sleep like that! Tsunotaro tries to use the âbut Iâm a supervillainâ excuse, only for Lilia to shoot back âand Iâm a war criminal in some nations, whatâs your point?â
King is enjoying watching the overgrown lizard get scolded. Now if only the tiny Ruggie would stop asking him what injury the eyepatch is for, and making remarks about how embarrassing it would be if it were totally pointlessâKing does not pay his adult self so much to put up with this shit. The baby Jack also needs to stop demanding to know if his adult minion self can pull a sled faster than a moose or something...
Jade and Floyd are attempting to wind up the adult Octo Dealer, trying to see how much they can get away with compared with the normal Azul. Octo Dealer is legitimately at a loss as to how this worldâs Azul doesnât keep them in line without letting them turn to a crime or two. Then he learns about Azulâs contract business and feels a pang of commiseration and understanding.
Poison Queen, Royal Flush, and Snake Charmer are unpleasantly shocked when their dorms address them by their respective secret identities in front of their fellow supervillains out of the blue.
Poison Queen has to put up with Kingâs uncontrolled laughter as he finally understands the full extent of the incident with White Neige so long ago, while Tsunotaro tries to tell him he liked Schoenheit in his role as the evil dragon prince in the GaoGao dramatization. Royal Flush is about two seconds away from throttling Octo Dealer if the bastard doesnât stop trying to make a deal to guarantee his mother doesnât learn about her sonâs private activities. Snake Charmerâs just glad his civilian identity flies under the radar enough that Charon has to try and look him up to understand who he is (and fails because heâs not on school wifi and his cellular data is bust).
Poison Queen is also getting a headache from Rook rhapsodizing about how his villain form is another, enhanced mode of beauty he is fortunate to lay eyes upon, as if he hadnât been willing to skewer Poison Queen along with the rest of the supervillains five minutes ago. Heâs at least able to amuse himself by letting Epel run away with his speculations about how heâs the buff hyper-masculine muscle for Poison Queen.
Kalim is crying that Jamil had to resort to becoming a villain in his home world! He must be so sad if he has to do that! Heâs mildly cheered up when Snake Charmer tells him they work together on schemes, and that Snake Charmer is actually reasonably happy with his chosen vocationâand then he begins panicking that Jamil will like that world so much, he wonât want to come back.
Royal Flush is glad his counterpart at least has good people around to look after him, even if it is odd to have young versions of Trey and Cater trying to mother hen him despite the fact that heâs the older one now. At least Ace and Deuce acting up seems more fitting now considering their age than it ever did on their adult selves.
Ace huffs a sigh and leans on Yuuâs shoulder. âThis is a mess, huh Prefect?â
âYou said it.â Yuu replies. âI just wanna sleep forever.â
The supervillains go still.
âIâm sorry,â Snake Charmer says carefully. âBut isnât Enma-san the Prefect?â
âNo?â Yuuken replies, confused. âYuuâs the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. Iâm their viceâ or would be, if we had any other students apart from them, me, and Grim.â
Octo Dealer laughs, sounding slightly strained. âAh, apologies, but you see, that isnât possible. It canât be. Yuu isnâtââ
âBut I am the prefect, Azul-senpai.â Yuu the Prefect says. âIâveâIâve always been the prefect.â
Thereâs a stunned silence.
Royal Flush places his head in his hands. âWhat the fuck.â
Back in the Supervillain AU universe, Yuu the Reporter sneezes sharply while trying to wrangle five frightened teenagers, one frightened-but-playing-tough twenty year old, and one confused however-old-he-is-but-younger-than-Tsunotaro fae.
They wonder what the chill down their spine is.
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Magic In These Moon Cakes
I make my way back home from the market, hands full of dishes and sweets for tonight, and sigh loudly as my swollen ankles protest my actions. Iâm barely through the door when Iâm faced with a very cross-looking cryomancer.
âQÄ«n, where have you been? Iâve been worried about you,â Bi-Han says sternly, grabbing the bags from me with frightening ease. He ushers me into our apartment as he sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, not even bothering to acknowledge his brother sitting on the couch.
âKuai Liang-GÄgÄ, I didnât know youâd be here so soon, my apologies for taking so long at the market, the lines and crowds were crazy,â I greet my brother-in-law and rest my hand on the small of my back to try and give it some more support.
âSit,â Bi-Han commands as he pushes me gently down onto the couch before pulling my legs up and onto the ottoman, giving them immediate relief. âAll this walking and stress of shopping and carrying all those bags arenât good for the baby, why didnât you just wait for me to get back home from picking Kuai Liang up?â
âPolar Bear, Iâm pregnant, not made of glass, besides you hate shopping when the crowds are this bad,â I try and reason with my stubborn husband, but itâs halfhearted at best since I know heâs right. âBesides I felt so bad for not preparing the meal myself this year I felt like I needed to do something at least,â I sigh and rub my ankles.
âThe Mid-Autumn Festival happens every year qÄ«n, who cares if we miss moon cakes one year, your health is more important to me,â he grumbles even though I can see him eyeing the boxes of various moon cakes.
âItâs important for the boys, they love the Mid-Autumn Festival, you know the boys all take turns being Hou Yi and defeating all the demons not to mention stuffing themselves full of as much duck and crab they can. Besides theyâre not the only ones who wanted duck,â I mumble and slouch down in the chair.
âDonât forget brother itâs also an important time for families to gather together and appreciate the beauty of the moon,â Kuai Liang pipes up in an attempt to help defend my insistence at celebrating this year.
âWho exactly invited you again?â Bi-Han shoots his younger brother a look before turning his attention back to the groceries, âwhich ones need to be refrigerating qÄ«n?â
Kuai Liang sulks at his brotherâs playful malice, âyour wife invited me thank you very much, and my nephews actually enjoy spending time with me.â
âSomeone has to,â Bi-Han scoffs as he starts looking through the bags. âHow many boxes of moon cakes did you buy qÄ«n?â Bi-Han exclaims in disbelief as he pulls box after box of moon cakes out of the bags.
âRed bags need to be refrigerated and I six boxes, one of each of us, there are so many different varieties now I wanted to try them out. They have Oreo ones now! Oreos! I canât wait! Oh! Oh! I canât forget about the custard-filled ones! I also got some of the traditional ham and nut ones since I know your brother likes those ones, and some sesame paste ones for you, I donât know I just wanted to go all out for the baby. I know shesâ not here yet but itâs technically her first Mid-Autumn Festival and since Iâm too far along to really stand on my feet long enough to bake moon cakes and boil crabs and roast ducks and all the other dishes, I maybe went a little overboard.â I excitedly explain to both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang as I affectionately cradle my round belly.
âWell when you put it that way I guess I canât be too upset, but I still wish you had just waited for me so I could carry everything for you, or at least you could have taken the twins,â Bi-Han grumps while putting the raw crabs in the fridge and the various containers of roasted duck and vegetables.
âBi-Han I wasnât going to make the boys get up early on a rare day off of school, they deserve to sleep in,â I yawn and lean back in the chair before Iâm startled by a loud shout.
âGotcha ShĆ«shu,â my youngest announces as he flings himself in Kuai Liangâs lap with a pitiful handful of snow to the face.
âShĂŹxuÄ,â I scold him, and no sooner does his name leave my mouth than Kuai Liangâs hands come up to masterfully deflect a punch from XiÇo-HĂĄn and a kick from XiÇo-BÄ«ng, âboys!â
Kuai Liang chuckles as he pulls the twins next to him ruffling their hair, âitâs ok Sol, theyâre getting much better! Your father must be doing a good job training you boys.â
XiÇo-HĂĄn is the first to break free from Kuai Liangâs gasp, âweâve been working hard in between school lessons and soccer practice, look!â He exclaims excitedly as he begins forming an icicle in his palm.
âYes, very impressive! I trust youâre putting the same effort into your studies too,â Kuai Liang questions quirking an eyebrow.
XiÇo-HĂĄn gives him a sheepish grin, âIâm doing a lot better this semester than last, so thatâs got to count for something right?â
âYes,â I smile at him knowing how hard heâs been trying, âit hasnât gone unnoticed.â I turn to Kuai Liang, âXiÇo-HĂĄn takes after his Father maybe a little too much in the sense that he cares far more about his cryomancy than he does his studies.â
âWho wants moon cakes?â Bi-Han comes into the living room with a tray piled high with the pastries as the boys clamor for the treats.
I frown at him momentarily, âyou boys can have one before dinner, and I mean you and Kuai Liang in that too Bi-Han. I donât want anyone spoiling their dinner.â
âDeal,â Bi-Han agrees as he sets the tray down on the coffee table as he reaches for one of the sesame-filled ones and stuffs it in his mouth.
The boys all grab theirs before ShĂŹxuÄ toddles over to me with a custard-filled one, âhere mama. I brought it to you so you donât wake up MĂšimei and she doesnât make you grumpy.â
âThank you my little pumpkin,â I smile and pull him into my lap before taking a bite of the sweet, flaky pastry. I sit back and enjoy my happy little family as I canât wait for our newest little one to join in next yearâs festivities.
âMama, will you tell us about Changâe? I wanna hear the part about Hou Yi again,â ShĂŹxuÄ asks as he bites into his moon cake and snuggles against my growing stomach.
âWould you rather watch Over the Moon again?â I ask grinning at him and humming the opening tune to the movie knowing full well what my son will choose.
âYes!â he grins, with Oreo cream already all over his face.
âBoys, do you mind turning on the TV and getting the movie set up? We can watch it together before dinner,â I turn to ask my twins who are still trying to wrestle with their uncle. The boys do as I ask and we all settle in to watch the movie before enjoying dinner and basking in the beautiful glow of the full autumn moon.
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Scream
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Synopsis: Itâs been a year since your mother was slaughtered, with no leads pointing to any possible suspects. Itâs been an up-hill battle for you to accept what happenedâ especially with no answers or closureâ and the citizens of your hometown have been sleeping with one eye open ever since. But now, the mystery killer has decided to make an anniversary visit, and is making it known that they not only have a dire love for infamous horror films... but they also have their targets set on you and all of your closest friends.
Word count: 8k
Headline: Small Town Woodsbroro Is Waking Up Screaming Once Again!
Warnings: dark themes; Gore; Smut; Crackhead humor (only because I promised my bff Iâd give her an honorable death scene); Foul language; Jungkook is psychotic; Graphic depictions of him killing your mom/friends; weâre also going to pretend that itâs outrageously easy to get away with murder; dont fact check me on anything you read here; rough sex; mask kink.Â
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Baley was high as a fucking kite.
 So high, that she didnât care about it being 1am as she blasted the Cha-Cha slide at full volume.Â
  So high, that she was completely disregarding her lactose intolerance whilst making herself a triple layered, sharp cheddar grilled cheese that was bound to have her ass blasting right back off by 3am.Â
  So, outrageously stoned, that she was totally unaware of the masked killer standing just outside the glass doors in her kitchen, watching her every move.. With her beat up, hogtied boyfriend laying out next to him.Â
  âNow itâs time to fawnky! To the right nowââÂ
  She crab walked along with the instructions, spatula in hand.Â
  âTo the left!â
  âTake it back now, yâall.âÂ
  Ghostface grimaced beneath his mask, eyes stalking the stoned woman with disdain. She was the epitome of âcrackhead energyâ and it pissed him off how much she resembles you. It only makes sense, being as you two have been best friends since kindergartenâ probably soulmates in a past lifeâ but it is within that fact that Ghostface has grown to absolutely fucking loath her.Â
  Sheâs too much like you. She keeps up with your humor and probably has more of your heart than he, himself, has earned a place in yet. He knows good and well that if it ever came down to you having to pick between him and her, youâll pick her.Â
  That simply will not do. Thatâs exactly why he is about to rid you of that optionâ or, as he sees it, the dilemma.Â
He growled and swung at the air, wishing he could just bust in and end her already.
  âHow could you be in love with that creature?â He hissed at Taehyung, the built-in voice box beneath his mask altering it enough to remain anonymous. The question was quite hypocritical, being as he was in love with a girl that most would consider Baleyâs second-half, but only you were an exception to being so.. abnormal.
  âMmmphââ Taehyung drearily gurgled out from beneath the strip of tape over his mouth, tears breaching his eyes as he watched Baleyâs precious, uncoordinated ass do the âCharlie brownâ. It looked more like a fucked up gallop.
  âWhat is the sex like, dude?â Ghostface ripped the duck tape off Taehyungâs split lips. âThatâs a serious question.â
 âBoo bear..â was all Taehyung could muster up, more scared for her than himself.
  Ghostface gagged and slapped the tape right back on with a little too much force, having to take a second to regain his composure before pressing the call button on Taehyungâs phone. The Spotify music thankfully cut off as her phone rang out from the counter.
  Baley was only upset for a split before she spotted the name on her phone screen, and was quick to answer it with a sickening amount of glee.
  âAngel muffin!â She cooed. Gross
  âHi, boo bear..â Ghostface flipped his middle finger up at Taehyung before clutching his Bowie knife back down to his side.Â
  âOh my God, What was that? You sound like Corpse, mixed with the bear from Five Nights At Freddyâs.âÂ
  âThe bears name is Freddy, dumbass.âÂ
  Baley neck rolled back in offense.
  âAre you trying to get pegged or prolapsed? Might wanna remember who the fuck youâre talking to, the next time you call this cellular.â She snapped, hanging the phone up with a viscous pout. She still somehow managed to pick back up on the beat and cha-chaâd real smooth as she took the pot off the eye and turned the stove off, visibly upset.
  Ghostface stood there for a moment, processing what she just said, before turning towards Taehyung.Â
âShe claps your cheeks?âÂ
  Taehyung glared back at the screaming-ghost mask, bracing himself when a gloved hand reached out to once again rip the ductape off his lips.Â
  âItâs not sus!â He immediately defended. âI have a gspot up there for a reason. I am not ashamed to use it.â
  âI donât give a fuck about that!â The killer snapped out. âwhy would you let that.. unstable individual insert something into your rectumââÂ
  âYouâve got a whole lotta nerve calling somebody else unstable,â Taehyung deadpanned, and with that, his mouth was once again resealed shut.Â
  He called Baleyâs phone again, just as she was about to take a bite of the sandwhich that sheâll, unfortunately, never get to eat.Â
  âWhat, fucker?â She scorned.
  âI can see you.âÂ
  âOh, yeah?â She sarcastically spat. âThen what am I doing?âÂ
  She clenched her buttcheeks in and hunched her back out, her body resembling a question mark, before vigorously gyrating her body- mostly just her spine. Jungkook knows from the various tiktoks youâve shown him that he was witnessing the inverted-twerk.Â
  âHm? Tell me, fuckboy. What am I doing?â
  âSomething a fucking cockroach does after I spray Raid on it. How the fuck do you clench your buttcheeks like that?âÂ
  Baley halted in mid thrust, surprised but not exactly fearful (yet) as she whizzed around to face the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. It was pitch black outside, and all she could see was her own reflection starring back at her. She was also too high to care about the fact that she had the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and the strings pulled all the way out, which only exposed the center of her face in a squished circle.Â
  âI use my glutes. You know that. Why havenât you come in?â She asked, not superstitious but a lil-stitious.Â
  âThis isnât Taehyung.â
  âOkay, Isnât Taehyung. Why havenât you come in?âÂ
  âBecause I want you to come out here.â The killer responded, grinning at the visible unease finally creeping into the girls stance.
  âOkay, babeâ I hate to be a bummer here, but considering that today is the one-year anniversary of Ms. (L/N)âs murder, this isnât very Cash Money of you. Can you please just come in and.. stop?â
  He let out a chuckle, a dark one.Â
  âBoo bear?â
  âWhat, Isnât Taehyung?â
  âTurn on the outside lights.â
Ghostface put the speaker on the phone and sat it on the ground as he crouched over Taehyung, pulling him to sit up straight. He watched as Baley apprehensively padded over to the light switch by the door. He could practically feel her heart beating in-sync with Taehyungâs racing one as he placed the knife to his neck, smiling beneath his disguise.
  The lights flickered on, and she screamed, terror finally bringing the seriousness out in the situation.Â
  âHANG UP OR MOVE A MUSCLE AND HE DIES!â The killer roared, knowing she was still too high for her survival instincts to kick in. Any sober, sane individual wouldâve probably caught on to the fact that they were gonna die no matter what she did. What was just making it easier for himself, knowing her dumbass was gonna comply.
  âW-What do you want me to do?âÂ
  See?
  âBe a good girl, and come here.âÂ
  âQuit trying to seduce me, you sick son of a bitch. My boyfriendâs literally right there!â She croaked out, voice shrill with exasperation.Â
  The killer plunged the knife into Taehyungâs arm, making him jolt to life with a pain-filled howl. Baley began sobbing out, apologizing profusely.Â
  âYour boyfriends going to get gutted like a fish if I have to repeat myself. Drop the phone and come here.â Ghostface seethed, wrenching the knife back out on the last word.
   Baley reluctantlyâ and stupidlyâ did as told. She let the phone fall from her hand, then jumped out of her skin as the Bluetooth reconnected in the house and started playing WAP. She tried not to sing along despite the situation as she padded over, shaky hands rising to cover her mouth.
âN-Now what?â She asked.Â
  âI just figured your last words should be said face-to-face. Is there anything you two would like to say to each other?â He asked, that being the only generosity heâd be willing to spare as he ripped the tape away from Taeâs mouth, one last time.Â
Baley dropped to her knees, so much despair in her eyes. So many things she wanted to say. She recollected herself and caught her breath in just enough time to utter final goodbye: âI-I-I said certified freak..âÂ
  Taeâs eyes closed as a single tear escaped, nodding his head in understanding. âSeven days a week...âÂ
  âGAH!â The killer roared out, wrenching Taehyungâs head back to slice his throat before shoving him away and lunging at Baley.Â
  She landed on her back with him on top, and he wasted no time as he began slashing her apart, in any way he possibly could. He let all the pent up rage and annoyance he felt towards her, out on her body. It was worse than the brutality he inflicted on to your mother this time last year. Heâd only stabbed her a total of 19 timesâ one for every year she failed you as a mother. With Baley, he didnât stop tearing into her until WAP ended. And damn, did it feel good. He finally felt like heâd purged his soul clean.
  This may all seem reckless, but Jungkook was actually just lucky. In order to mask his true motive behind all this, he had to find another one to cover it with. It was simply convenient that Baleyâs father is the town mayor, and after a little digging, he made the grand discovery that he was also having a secret affair with (Y/N)âs mother. In fact, the mayor had several mistresses throughout the town.Â
  Jungkâer, Ghostface.. chopped off one of Baleyâs fingers and slid the glass door shut, writing the same words on it that he wrote on your motherâs bathroom mirror.
  CHEATING PIG!!
  Yes. When he did this last year, the police had to dissect through your motherâs long line of past sexual partners, and had to track down the father you never met for an interview. No leads came about, because it was all time wasted, anyways. Now, with this new addition, the mayor will not only have to set the scandals ablaze again by having to publicly confess his infidelity to the town and police, but theyâll have to lead on another pointless investigation for every woman heâs cheated withâ over a dozen of them. Theyâll have to also charge him with withholding crucial information from the investigation as well, but whatâs so fucking comical about it all is that.. NONE of it has anything to do with any of this. Itâll just be another cold case with no leads.Â
  And maybe, just MAYBE youâll be smart enough to ditch this place and come with him. Thatâs all he wanted. You have nothing left and nothing to come back to now, and as long as you give in to him and leave, there wonât have to be anymore lives taken. You could start a new life and never experience another hell like the one heâs creating here. If only youâd say yes.
  âMay you both continue to clap each otherâs cheeks in the deepest depths of hell,â he told the mauled corpses as he walked off, so happy to have Baley gone that he almost wanted to skip to his car.Â
  Now, he will go home and clap your cheeks to complete the cycle.
  â
âDamnit, bitch, pick up,â you huffed in frustration as Baleyâs FaceTime continued to roll over, telling you that sheâs unavailable. You thought you could power through today with your newly adapted ability to suppress shit, but it was hard when youâre left alone to reminisce. You just couldnât shake the fact that the date on todayâs calendar marked the same day that your heart, soul, and peace of mind was so horribly torn apart.Â
  It didnât help that you also missed your mother terribly. She wasnât always the best, but she still loved you, and you loved her. Oh, God. Momâ
No. No. Donât think about her.
You tried calling Baley one more time and couldnât fight off the tremble in your hands, nor the tears at your water ducts as it rung through till the end. Damnit.Â
  You couldnât be angry. She doesnât owe you the companyâ especially since you two have already been FaceTiming all day. But she was good at distractions, always able to drag you out of your shell of deprecation with her chaotic sense of humor. She is one of the only two people you have in your life that are capable of doing such, but you knew youâd get scolded if you blew up the others phone. Jungkook hates being hounded and rushed, having already told you that heâll be there any minute. But heâs taking way too fucking long it seems, and you just hate sitting here, waiting.
  You canât shake the feeling that youâre being watched. The feeling first crept up on you this time last year and never left. You felt so venerable to the cruel world when youâre alone, especially since the maniac is still out there.
  You still resent the police department for practically giving up on your motherâs case after 9 months. âCheating pigâ was the only lead they got and yet, it pointed them no where. She wasnât in a relationship. She didnât even like relationships. And still, they deemed it a randomized attackâ no leads, no motives. Nothing. Just a local woman stabbed in the chest 19 times while taking a shower. Like some Psycho remake. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. Just a very passionate, yet unexplainable massacre with a useless message left behind.Â
  It doesnât make sense. And even though you wish to never have the attacker come back, you can feel it in your bones that they will wish to clarify it one day.Â
  âFuck it.â You breathed out, heart slamming against your chest and paranoia gnawing at your insides as you quickly scrolled to Jungkook contact. But then, just as your thumb twitched to press the call button, your door bell rung and you sprung up to your feet, making a mad dash to the door. You checked the peep hole first, just knowing it was gonna be him, but was disappointed when it wasnât. That still didnât keep a rush of relief from washing over you when you did see who it really was, though. You forced a welcoming smile on to your face as you unlocked all 7 bolts from the door, and opened it to greet Namjoon and Hobi with a hug.Â
  They were cops, currently in their uniforms, also old friends from highschool. Theyâve been looking out for you ever since last year, always making sure you knew you were safe beneath their watch. They use to take turns guarding your house until they were told to stop, but you were extremely happy to see them both here at the same time tonight.
  âEverything okay?â Hobi asked, having noticed the shake in your limbs during the brief embrace. He leaned back and observed the tension in your eyes, even though you were hoping to hide it.Â
  âYes, justâ today,â was all you could say, and didnât have to clarify for them to understand.Â
  âThatâs why weâre here. We got permission to guard your house tonight,â Namjoon explained, eyes drifting over your shoulder and into your house. âAre you alone?â
  âYes, but Jungkook should be here any minute now. He had to go to South Korea for a week for his fathers birthday and just flew back in tonight, but apparently thereâs been some huge wreck on the main highway and everyone has been stuck.â
  That bit of information was actually true. However, Jungkook was lucky enough to have just miss it.. because heâs the one that actually caused it. It was honestly dumb-luck as to how he did it, but kind of amazing when given details.
  He was in the express lane, him and the car behind him hitting 80mph. He recognized the car as the one that was parked beside his back at the airport, because he had stopped and took a moment to judge the driver for how worn down and raggedy the tires were. One bad pot hole or nail in the road would strip that sucker straight from the rim.Â
  And thatâs exactly what inspired him as he recognized the car, an idea sparking that could soon serve as an alibi in the future. He already had a hand out the window, smoking a cigarette. He still has those iron steak-nails he used at his construction sight. Theyâre 5 inches in length, subtle enough to casually drop out of a car window along with the cigarette. If they hit just right...Â
  He gave it a try, honestly thinking it wasnât going to work.
  But holy fucking hell, did it. Not even a second after he dropped it, did the car suddenly swerve out as itâs tires screeched and sparks flew. Rubber scattered out amongst the road as the car continued to spin out, getting struck by a the car in all 6 lanes of traffic, ultimately causing a huge pile up in just under 10 seconds. It was the most destruction heâs ever witnessed and it happened so fucking fast he almost ran himself off the road just watching from the rear view mirror.
  âNO FUCKING WAY!â Jungkook had squawked out as his head rapidly whipped back and forth to witness the massive mess he just created behind him. He was smiling like the maniac he is, undoubtably impressed with himself. He did it so lazily, too. But it only pumped him up even more for what he needed to do- the whole reason he even thought to do that. He only wanted something major enough to buy himself maybe an hourâs worth of time, so that when/if he gets interrogated in the future, they can check the traffic reports for a registered wreck to fit his alibi. But considering that he just shut the whole damn highway down, itâll not only register but definitely make tonightâs news.Â
  âAh, yeah. We heard about that. 36 cars piled up. Canât believe nobody was killed.â Namjoon said.
  âHow the fuck did that even happen?â You wondered, baffled.
  âSome dickhead was going 80 an hour on an old tire and it wiped out after hitting a nail on the road. Thankfully, he only has a broken nose and whip flash, but with all the cars that got totaledâ I donât even want to know how much the cost of damage would be. But it caused 5 miles worth of traffic back-up.âÂ
  âMm..â you grimaced, shaking your head. âWell.. would you guys like some dinner? Maybe some Coffee?â
  âAh, thanks, but thereâs no need. Weâve got all the energy drinks and McDonaldâs we need. You just chill out for the night, weâre right out here if you need anything,â Hobi assured, making you genuinely smile for the first time in the past two days.Â
 But that was just before a familiar car pulled up that had your mood skyrocketing.
  âFINALLY!â You broke out, sprinting down the steps and over the driver side of it right as the man of the hour stepped out. He welcomed you with open arms and easily lifted your feet up of the ground.
  He looked just as good as he smelt. Youâve missed him more than words could describe in this past weekâ and Jungkook knew it. Of course, he had offered to take you with him so that you could finally meet his parents. But as predicted, you declined, saying that itâd be too much to meet his mother when the anniversary of your ownâs death was approaching.Â
  You continued to squeeze your arms around his neck for the next several seconds, and it wasnât until he heard you sniffling and felt your shoulders shake that he realized you were crying. He couldnât help but like that type of reaction. He was hoping the distance would torment you, maybe teach your ass a lesson.
  âDonât cry,â he rumbled in your ear as he pressed you hard against his lower half, making sure to up the intimacy of the embrace as he felt the eyes of the onlookers in the yard.Â
He waited for a second before peering over at the officers, who were awkwardly standing beside their cars. He gave a wave, pretending as if he were sheepish about them having to witness this.Â
  âHowâs it goin, guys?âÂ
  âFine, fine,â Hobi responded. âDonât mind us. Weâre just here to watch out for you guys.â
  âI appreciate that. Really.â He said in his best acting voice, even flashing a dimpled grin that gave off nothing but innocence as the two got into a patrol car, nodding to him in welcome. It actually makes things more convenient for him. Theyâll be able to backup his whereabouts later on.
  He pondered this while returning his attention to you, coaxing you out of your emotional outburst.
  âIâm sorry. Itâs just been so hard not having you here. Fuck, Iâm so glad youâre back.â You breathed in and sighed out, and he could tell by the end of the last sentence that you were more-so talking to yourself, clinging to him one last time just to greedily soak in the physical presence of his body. He felt something ache in his heart, as well as his jeans.Â
  âWell, Iâm here now. Maybe next time, youâll just go with me,â he lightly chided, hand coming up to pet your head as he kissed the top of it.Â
  âYeah.. I started regretting it after the first hour you left.â You whispered out, meeting his lips. You kissed each other a couple times, probably more than necessary. But it calmed you down and made you feel steady again. âCome on, I made you something to eat.âÂ
  He got his duffel bag out from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder before taking your hand, following you inside. It boosted his ego knowing that the two men watching from the tinted windows of the car were secretly jealous of him. They had a thing for you. Almost every straight guy in highschool did. Thatâs why he never minded what you wore, and was more than happy to let you flaunt yourself to their eyes. He liked teasing others, knowing theyâll never have such a prize as you.
  Once inside, you were quick to relock your bolts. You were very strict about that now, taking extra precautions to prevent a potential attack. It kind of humored him knowing that it was him, a resident inside this very home itself, that those locks were meant to keep out. Youâre literally locking yourself in with the killer.
  âDamn, you cleaned the hell out of this place.â He ogled, not only taking in the immaculacy but smelling the pinesol and bleach amongst the floors and counter tops. All the laundry was folded, not a speck of dust in sight. You even cleaned the grout amongst the kitchen flooring, it seemed. Nothing looked out of place.Â
   âI had to do something to keep from wigging out,â you shrugged, walking over to start the microwave for him to heat up his dinner plate. He left his duffel bag by the door and grabbed himself a beer before sitting at the table, noticing itâs prestigious shine.Â
  âDid you polish it?â
  âYeah...â you said as you scratched the back of your neck, somehow embarrassed.Â
  âItâs looks amazing in here, kitten. Really. I know you did it to cope but still, you did a damn good job.â He praised, feeling a little bad. He knows this took a lot of work, and it sucks that you opted to do all this just to keep the anxiety of his absence away.
  âThank you,â you sighed, taking his plate out and sitting in down in front him, then handing him some utensils.Â
âWhereâs your plate?â
  âI already ate, silly. Iâll munch with you, though.â You began making yourself a salad as he began to eat, complimenting you on how good it was. He doesnât know that youâve been awake for two days straight, and that youâre still battling off an anxiety attack. You were expecting it to vanish now that heâs here, but the sleep deprivation was getting to you.Â
  So, you decided to reminisce on better memories. The old days; back when you first met him.
  It was senior year of highschool, and he was the new transfer student from South Korea. He was the punk-emo guy that stood out amongst the crowd. All black clothing, more band shirts than anything. He had that messy mop-hair going on, and approximately 6 piercings on each ear, along with a studded labret to boot.Â
  From day one, he was the most attractive guy youâve ever laid eyes on. Much to his exterior trope, he was anti-social and didnât seem friendly at all. The only time you personally heard him speak for the first few months of school was when heâd answer the teacher for roll call.Â
You only had one class together, chemistry. Heâd always sit at the back of the classroom, and youâd remember the giddiness youâd feel just before walking into class and making eye contact with him, even for just a split second. You heart always skipped a beat and would threaten to seize up whenever Baley would lean over and tell you that he was looking at you again. Of course, that would be all the interaction you could get, being as you refused to engage any further. But life seemed to play out like a Wattpad fic back then.Â
  Around the middle of first semester, your teacher was fed up with all the chatter amongst friends, so she decided to assign seats. Jungkookâs was still at his designated one, but you had to sit directly in front of him so that Taehyung could sit closer up, next to Baley. Itâs also thanks to that class that the two of them fell for each other. It was also the same day she issued a partner-assignment that had to be done with the peer behind you.Â
 You remembered having to play it cool, turning your desk and chair around to face him head-on for the first time ever. You anticipated that heâd still be sporting that ice-cold, disinterested glare, but he actually seemed pleased. He wasnât actually smiling but he had a friendly glint in his eyes, like he welcomed you.
  âHello,â he started off, naturally confident in himself.
  âHowdy,â you responded, immediately hating yourself. Youâve never uttered such a word in your life and you donât know why the fuck you decided that that was the perfect moment to try it out.Â
  He only snorted back at you, though, amusement swirling in his colorless eyes. You were intimidated by that as well. They were jett black. No distinction between his pupils and his irises. Just solid, black orbs boring into you.
  You then continued to battle with basic communication. Â
âSo, uhm.. whâ..âÂ
English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!
âWhat parts do you wanna do?â You rushed out.
  âIâll get the information together and answer the questions, as long as you create the PowerPoint and present it to the class,â he said without missing a beat, as if heâd already decided on that for the both of you.Â
  âWhat criteria, though?â You asked, still waiting on that part.Â
  âAll of it...â He reiterated in a âduhâ tone.Â
  âThatâs not fair to you, though...â you continued.Â
  He arched an impressively sharp brow. âHow?âÂ
  âYouâre literally doing all the hard work.â
He shrugged, and you tried not to drool when you saw all his rings and the veins on his hands and fingers as he took his phone out. âI learned this shit back when I was freshman in South Korea. Weâre way ahead of yâall there.âÂ
  âOh.. well.. I can at least do the images and label them.âÂ
  Stop starring at his fingers.
  âMm,â he hummed with a lack of conviction, still looking at his phone. âNo offense, but no.â
  âUhm.. okay..â you frowned in dejection, not sure how to respond to that.Â
  âI said no offense,â he grinned up at you apologetically. âI just know youâre bad with visualizations.âÂ
  âWhat? I have an A in here. How do you even know that?â
  âThe teacher got onto you for messing up the labels on the last test. You got all the functions right but failed to match them to their description.â He said without any hesitation, and you were just as stunned as you were embarrassed. But he didnât seem to be insulting you, and even reassured you of it. âAgain, no offense. I just think itâs best for the both of us if I do it.âÂ
  âOkay. Cool,â You agreed, deciding to let him have it. Your face still burned, though.Â
  âYou still have an important role, donât worry. Presentation is worth 40%, so youâre still gonna have to put in work and present it accordingly.âÂ
  âI can do that.â You nodded, suddenly feeling like you were sitting before a full grown man rather than a teenage boy. You couldnât help but ask: âHow old are you?âÂ
  â19,â he mused, as if he knew what you were thinking. He didnât even ask you why you asked, and instead returned his attention back to his phone screen. âYou?â
  â18,â you muttered, your eyes reconnecting to his hands like magnets.
    You really wanted to compliment them but decided against it, being as you were no longer as confident with this situation. Sure, he deserves to know how beautiful his hands are but youâre werenât going to be the one to say it. You were expecting a cheeky personality at most, just because it fits the mischievous bad boy bullshit you read about in teen fiction, but you were instead met with a blunt and mature persona that made you intimidated in a way that youâve never experienced before. He almost seemed.. authoritative to you.Â
  âI see you like my rings.â He smirked, eyes not even looking back up at you. You had spaced out whilst tracing the path of his veins again, and immediately cut your eyes down to your own phone, feigning innocence.
  âWhatchu mean?â
  âEveryone like my hands, for some reason. I see youâre no different.âÂ
  âI ainât even looking at your hands. Maybe youâre just too conceded,â you shot back, leg nervously pouncing as he lifted his head up to peer at you.Â
  âReally?â He sarcastically challenged, making your insides stir. He sat up straight and pulled his hands back under his desk. âSo the gold rings didnât even catch your eye?âÂ
  âYour rings are silver.â You said without even thinking, then straight up face-palmed when you caught yourself.
  âThought so.â He openly grinned, and the little notion caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. He pulled his phone back out and still wore that playful grin of his as you bashfully held his gaze. âNow, if you think you can manage to tell the truth, whatâs your phone number?âÂ
    Itâs amazing looking back at those memories, because youâre now starting to think that maybe Jungkook just knew back then that you two were going to hit it off. Heâs always seemed so sure of himself when it came to you, always knew what the next move was gonna be and never once sent mixed signals or struggled to express how he felt towards you. Heâs the most straightforward person you know, so much that itâs almost unnatural at times. If he was ever bluffing about anything outside of being playful, youâve never been able to call it.Â
  But damn, are you madly in love with him. You guess his ability to always remain focused and blunt is perfect for a person like you. He keeps you moving... well, for the most part. He wants you to move back to South Korea with him, and although you know youâll eventually give in, youâve been trying to hold off on it for as long as you can.Â
 It wonât be as easy for you as it was for him. Jungkook was already fluent in English when he came here, thanks to his motherâs bilingualism. He hardly even had an accent from how well adjusted he was to your language. You, however, donât know a bit of Korean. For you to go there, it would impair you in almost every single way. You wonât be able to go anywhere without him. You wonât be able to read directions or road signs. You wonât be able to go out and eat or order off the menu if there isnât any pictures. You wonât be able to work. Youâll have to adapt to a whole new culture and way of communication, just to properly function outside of your home without him at your side.Â
  Which, brings along another point, youâll be without any friends. You donât want to live in a world where you canât go out with Taehyung and Baley whenever you wanted. Youâll be lonely as hell and home sick, heâll be your only source of humanly contact until you learn.
  Youâve told yourself that if the two of you remain stable for one more year, then youâll go. You are ready for a change, but if you could just get one more year of preparation, youâll be ready to go. Youâll take that leap of faith with him.Â
  âWhat is it, kitten?â He finally asked, the prolonged silence getting to him.
  âNothing,â you lied, but didnât want to divulge. âHow was your trip?âÂ
  âNice, but I was bummed out the whole time.â He shot you a look that made you pout in apology, but continued. âI talked all about you to them, showed them pictures. Almost fucked up and showed my cousin your vagina.âÂ
  You choked on your salad, which made him laugh. âI told you to put those in your hidden folder.â
  âThereâs so many, I just havenât taken the time to pick them all out. Itâs okay though, they only saw your face. They all think very beautifulâ especially my mom.â
  Your smile grew at that, âYeah?âÂ
  âYeah. So does my grandmother and my aunts. They were passing my phone around more than the dishes.â He snorted to himself, âThey were even more surprised to see how much I smiled in our selfies. Which... I should warn you, when you do finally see my parents house, donât be surprised when you spot our photo booth pictures framed in the hall. My mom went feral when she saw how much of a simp I was being in those.âÂ
  âShe printed those out?!â You almost cried.
  âYes, she did. She printed each one individually and framed them side-by-side.âÂ
  âAw, Kookie. I shouldâve just went. Iâm so sorry.â You pouted, guilt causing your heart to sink.
âYou werenât ready, angel. They understood,â He assured you, leaning forward to take your hand in his. You suddenly wanted to cry again.Â
  âBut I promise to go next time. Or whenever you wanna take me. I swear, Iâll go.â You said in determination, and was a little thrown off by his reaction.
  His face went blank for a moment c like his brain needed a second to buffer.Â
  âYou will?â He inquired, that being the first time youâve actually agreed or expressed any type of want. âWhy now?â
  âBecause it sounds like they really want to meet me, too? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
  âNothing. Thatâs great. I just figured you wouldnât be moved by that. You really wanna go now?â
  âYeah. Your family sounds so nice.âÂ
  âWas that what kept you from coming?â He interrogated, and itâs clear that he genuinely had no faith in you ever entertaining the idea.. which was a little disheartening. Youâve never said youâd never want to go, youâve always kept a window open for later. You not sure why heâs so surprised.Â
  âNo, not necessarily. I wasnât ready to meet them but if theyâre that excited to meet me, then.. of course itâll make me want to meet them, too. And get a little taste of South Korea.âÂ
  âAlright, Iâll plan a trip,â he had to say with forced enthusiasm, which you bought as you kissed his lips. Inwardly, though, he was screaming. If all it fucking took was a little conviction by saying his family was nice, just to make you consider.. them maybe he wouldnât have had to do what he just did.Â
  Whatever. Extra insurance. He had to tell himself, and decided to retrain his thoughts back on you as he remembered something.
  âI have a special surprise for you.âÂ
  âYeah?âÂ
  âMhm,â he stood up and walked over to his duffel, fishing around before pulling something out. âClose your eyes.â
 You did as told, and waited about 10 seconds.Â
âOpen.â
You almost shit yourself upon hearing the voice, then came closer to shitting yourself when you took in the familiar Ghostface mask that you seen in the movie Scream.
  âWHUZZZUUHHH!â He drawled out while doing the cowabunga fingers, and you couldnât help but laugh.Â
  âWhere the hell did you get that?â
  âHalloween store. I got it in Korea.â
   That was a lie. Heâs had two of these masks for over two years, both of which he got from Party City here in America. He bought one to kill your mother inâ the same one he just wore to kill your friends inâ and the other one was meant for what he wanted to do now. He wanted to fuck you with it on. Heâs not sure why, but why not? You might discover you have a mask kink.Â
  âWhat the fuck is up with the voice?âÂ
  âSexy, ainât it?â He animatronically purred out, and it wasnât until he fully stepped forward and began undoing his belt that you realized he was already shirtless.Â
  Your eyes grew wide as you landed back in your chair, unable to decipher if this was a joke or not. You soon realized it wasnât as he was now popping his button loose and unzipping his pantsâ his hardening dick print becoming more prominent.Â
  âYouâre not fucking me with that mask on,â you blurted out, sticking your foot out to stop him from advancing any closer.
  âIâm fucking you with this mask on,â he argued, grabbing your ankle. âConsider it pay back for the time you refused to give me head unless I let you wear your Burger King crown.âÂ
  âNo, Darth Vader.â You tried pulling your leg back but soon wound up almost getting drug out of your chair and onto the floor. Your unease soon turned into giggles and screams as wound up besting your play fight, his mask only coming off long enough to go down on you at the kitchen table.Â
  And thatâs what set the night off. You went from getting your pussy eaten at the dinner table to getting your throat wrecked on the living room couch. Then you were forced to watch yourself get rammed up against your body mirror in the bedroom, and now youâre bent up like a pretzel amongst your bed.
  âAhâ GAH!â You grunted in struggle, finding it hard to cuss like you wanted being as a hand was firmly constricting your air supply. You watched the masked man above you as he heatedly fucked into you, his chain dangling above your face. Your ankles helplessly swayed around his shoulders with each brutal slap of his pelvis. Your face still stung from the actual slaps of his palms, causing you to flinch any time his hands moved. You noticed done time throughout all this that he was hellbent on making you look at that damn mask. You werenât complaining, though. Just more-so concerned about how hot it must be under there.Â
  But then he slowed down for a moment, trying not to cum again as he lowered his face to yours, and finally decided it was time it come off, being as you were ready for a kiss.
  âT-Take that damn mask offââÂ
  Wrong move.
  He growled and ripped your hand away as you tried removing it yourself, and you were stunned by how much aggressive he becameâ more aggressive than he was already being, as if truly lashing out. He man-handled you, flipping you over and plunging back into you with way too much force. You yelped at the intrusion but could do nothing else as he pinned your hands behind your back, picking his speed right back up. He kept your hands locked in place with a single one of his own before clapping the other around your mouth, darkly chuckling at the fright on your face.Â
  âI meant it when I said itâs staying on,â he rasped, pushing into you so deep that veins protruded from your neck in strain.Â
  He couldnât explain itâ or maybe he could. But he felt extremely powerful when he wore this mask. It took him all of two rounds to finally admit to himself that it turned him on, knowing you were getting off to the very same face that your loved ones last looked at in sheer terror. He didnât realize up until then that he somehow considered Ghostface as a different alternative to himself, one he was growing to like a little too much. It even made his dick more sensitive to the feel of you, making you seem tighter. And warmer. And sluttier.
  Heâs sure he began speaking Latin somewhere in the midst, but it wasnât until he saw tears surfacing in your eyes that it dawned on him that his hand had somehow traveled up to cover your nose, as well as your mouth. A moment of panic shot through him when he dropped it and allowed you to breathe, thinking you were gonna make him stop. But much to his pleasant surprise, you only coughed out and mewled, head collapsing on the pillow as you pushed against him, a silent demand keep going. So he did. He made sure to keep the punishing pace up and running. Your body violently jolted with each slam, ass bone aching at the brutal impact. Each thrust was felt like a punch to your cervix and someway or another, you were okay with it.Â
 Little did he know, it was actually because you didnât want any type of deja vu happening. He fucked you in all the ways you liked the night before you found out that your mother was slaughtered inside your childhood home. You didnât want tonight to be anything like it. So you let him hurt you.Â
  If only you knew history was going to repeat itself, no matter what the two of you did.
  It didnât take but a few more strokes before he lost his ability to hold off, and emptied himself inside for the third time since heâs arrived back.Â
  Once he did that, the blinds were illuminated in a dim grey, hinting at a sunrise. After a quick shower and clean up, the two of laid there, the mask finally gone.Â
  âWhat are you thinking, baby?â Jungkook wondered, starring up at the ceiling. You havenât said much of anything since that last bit. âDid I hurt you? Scare you?âÂ
  âNo. I could take it.â You said, and it sounded genuine. But he still wanted to know what was on your mind. âI just donât know what the hell I would do if I didnât have you. Youâre the only person I know thatâs never even accidentally done wrong by me. Youâve been nothing but good.âÂ
  A void clouded his mind, emotional absence taking place of everything else. Itâs a defense mechanism that heâs certain only comes up to block out any sense of guilt or remorse. He kept his gaze up at the ceiling, even as he felt you crane your neck back to look up at him.Â
  âI love you, Kookie. Thank you for being here.âÂ
  âI love you too, baby,â he said numbly, those words being true... but his next words were not. âI could never imagine myself doing anything to hurt you.âÂ
  Being as he wasnât planning on looking down, you crawled up for a moment just to kiss him, unbothered by the distant stare in his gaze. You then laid back down and got comfortable, readying yourself for a good days sleep.
  âI think itâs finally time I start seeking happiness again, instead of contentment.âÂ
  Thatâs when it hit him. You didnât notice how his heart cleaned beneath your head, nor was there any way you could feel the tension in his gut. He canât say he feels full remorseful for what he did, because that would require him sympathizing for the innocent lives heâs taken away, with no rational reason. He simply didnât feel anything for them. He was only concerned your pain, especially knowing it was unnecessary now. His trip to Korea was enough to motivate you to move on and consider a change of scenery. You didnât need any fear to drive you out, you just needed time. God only knows how far of a set back this will be now. The fact that youâre laying here, currently thinking that life will only go up from here, when he knows damn good and well itâll be in shambles again before the day ends..Â
  He really needs to work on his impulses. Maybe homocide shouldnât always be the first option he leans towards. It was just more fun that way.
  But moments like this werenât fun at all. He remembers how grueling it was last year, waking up with you at the sound of the doorbell going off. He remembers the grim look on the sheriffs face as he told them that they found your mother, dead. It was his arms that had to pick you up off the floor as you crumbled down and screamed, his ears that rung as he held you, not knowing how to console you. For the last year, itâs been his shoulder youâve cried on, his company keeping you sane, his reassurance telling you that everything was going to be okay.... When it was his hands that caused every single bit of grieve all along.. and was about to cause even more.
  So, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He held you and mentally apologized, hoping that there was some way to telepathically tell you that you mean more to him than life itself, and thatâs heâs so sorry for letting it drive him crazy at times. Heâs still clinging to the original intention that youâll say fuck it and flee with him, but he regrets going about it so recklessly.Â
  You were fast asleep now, snoring even. He only hoped the discovery of the bodies would hold off long enough for you to get some much needed sleep. But it seems the universe was done working in his favor.Â
  Those same, familiar knocks sounded off at the door, and he immediately ordered you to stay put as it woke you up.
  âProbably just them checking up. Go back to sleep.â He whispered, assertively pushing your head back down and pulling on some sweats before going to the door.Â
  It was the sheriff, same look on his face as last year.
  âSir?â Jungkook frowned, posing cluelessly.Â
  The sheriff looked ghostly pale, like he was nauseated and on the verge of tears. Jungkook knew why but he had to act like it was a throw off.Â
  âSir..?â He repeated.
  âYâallâs friends.. Baley and Taehyung were found this morning.âÂ
  He had to stall and blink, as if he wasnât catching on to the implications. The sheriff reluctantly continued.
âBaley was found, dead on arrival. Looks like the killer has returned.âÂ
  âWh-What?â Jungkook stuttered, acting like he was bewildered. The sheriffâs next words, however, would spark a more genuine reaction.
âAnd Taehyung was found unconscious, but still alive.â
  Jungkookâs veins ran colder than ever before, all mimicked emotions becoming sincere in that moment.
  âSomeone attempted to cut his throat, but aimed too high and cut his under jaw instead.âÂ
Jungkook could only stare at the sheriff, probably just as pale in the face now.Â
âHeâs in critical condition. Doctors donât know if heâll make it just yet, but thereâs a fighting chance that he might.â
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Maybe The True Poor Unfortunate Soul...Was Me Before I Had You (Aftermath Overblot!Azul Ashengrotto X Reader)Â
It all happened too fast. One moment, Azul was going on a rampage and stealing the prized possessions of other students with his Unique Magic, and the next, he was Overblotting- and then kissing you? It was all rather sudden, to say the least. Azul's tentacles remained rather possessively wrapped around your waist after his lips had floated off yours. His eyes were wide and wild, a mad grin now tugging at his lips as he gazed at your expression. Some grunts from your previously unconscious friends were soon heard as they began to stir awake once more. Your friends were now rising back to their feet and glaring at Azul, preparing their magic pens for another assault. Azul soon locked eyes with Jade and Floyd after briefly tearing his piercing gaze from yours. He began to reach out with a hand to his childhood friends, his grin only extending further. "Let's make a deal, my friends...come onâŠ.make a deal with meâŠ" Floyd was the first to speak up, now taking a step closer to Azul. "Ummmmm, normally, I'd be tttoootttaaaallllyyyy okay with a deal. But right now? Not a chance!" Jade gave an affirmative nod, now stepping up beside his twin. "I agree!" Leona glanced over to a nearby barnacle attached to a rock. The gazes of the lion prince and Ruggie met, the pair now beginning to gather them into a pile. The Savanaclaw duo began to smirk, Leona sharply whistling to gain Azul's attention. "Oy, calamari. Put the dumb Herbivore down, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, Leona and Ruggie began to pelt Azul with the barnacles. You had to shield your head with a hand, one of Azul's tentacles assisting. However, one soon made bare contact with the male's forehead. He grunts out in pain and utter shock, now allowing his tentacles to unfurl from your form.Â
You soon drifted back down to the ground, now making your way over to your group. Ruggie and Leona shared a chuckle and a high-five. "Shishishishi~.....that'll show him!" With Azul distracted from the barnacles and your retreat, Floyd and Jade move in with their own attacks in an attempt to calm Azul down. Azul's tentacles lashed out in an attempt to subdue the gang again, to no avail this time. Given how effective it seemed to be, Ruggie and Leona went right back to chucking barnacles at Azul once more and mocking him all the while. You couldn't help but to shake your head a bit at the antics. It didn't take too long for Azul to be overwhelmed. Now, the male allowed a hand to trail to his chest, gripping it tightly. He heaved out a breath, his eyes looking deeply pained. Already, you could see those odd sparkles emanating from the very heart of the octopus as you had with Riddle and Leona prior. "WhyyyâŠ.whyâŠ.why does everyone bully meâŠ? Because I'm just a stupidâŠ.clumsy octopus? IâŠ.just wanted to be strong and show them all that they're wrongâŠI-i...I just..." Your eyes widened as you glanced behind you. Leona was the only one who fully met your gaze. An encouraging nod from the prince was all you needed. You swam over to Azul, now slightly bending your knees to get to Azul's now rather shrunken level upon the ocean floor. Azul had tears streaming down his cheeks, a few light sniffs being heard. You extend your hand to the male, casting a shadow over Azul. The octopus allowed his head to tilt up, a light from up above lighting up your features. You looked beautifulâŠlike a stunning little mermaid-like angelâŠAlthough it took Azul a moment, he soon wiped away a tear with a tentacle. His hand lightly shook as it reached out and soon interlocked with your own. You lower yourself down to the male's level, now bringing your arms around him in a hug. Azul's body shook as he gripped you tightly, the tears now flowing as his sobs increased. A bright light began to shine over the both of you, your friends having to shield their eyes from the massive glare. And just like with Leona and Riddle before, your vision soon began to turn as white as the light around you and AzulâŠ
Your vision slowly began to return as you found yourself being surrounded by memories of a younger Azul. You could soon hear Azul's voice echoing around you as scenes from his past played out. "I was only ever meant to be inside an octopus pot." You turned your head to a memory directly in front of you. Some mer-children seemed to be teasing Azul and calling him names for being an 'ink barfer'....you also couldn't help but notice that Azul was the only non-mer-child in the room...your lips thinned into a line at the names. You couldn't stop your heart from clenching at one of the children mentioning Azul's 'creepy legs'. It clenched even further once you saw the baby version of Azul, rather tiny and a bit chubby, crying at the remarks. "Unlike other merfolk, I had legs covered in suction cups. I was an introverted child who could never speak his mindâŠno good at school or sports, I was left all alone." You turned your head to stare at Azul, who was now standing directly beside you and watching right along. His gaze was pained yet cold and relaxed as he went on. "...A dumb...clumsy octopus." Your head turned back to bear witness to even more accounts of Azul being bullied. Azul had placed his hands upon his hips at the mention of him being 'lame' for not being able to play tag as easily as the others. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight, his tone taking on a slight growl. "...Ohh, really? Then why don't you just leave me be and go run around playing your pointless games!" Azul seemed to take a moment to inhale, then went on once more. "...I lack the tail to swim quickly. But, instead, I have 10 arms and legs that I can move at will. That means that I have five times the ability to write than those two armed fools. I can spit out the ink needed to write spells at any time." Azul's voice began to increase in volume as his rage flared. "Just you wait. Someday, I'll put you insolent mers in YOUR PLACE!" Your head soon whipped back to watch as you heard a familiar yet slightly higher pitched pair of voices. It was the Tweels. Just from seeing his friends appear, Azul seemed to relax a little more beside you. Floyd swam up to Azul first, Jade following. Their paired gazes were curious, and maybe even a little concerned. "Heeeyyyyy, little octo~ why are you holed up in there?" The child Azul seemed to curl up into a little ball even further, yet partially turned his head to the twins. "Go awayâŠ.shut up and leave me aloneâŠ" Jade swam a bit closer, now glancing around in wonder at what Azul was surrounded with. "Wow...amazing! All those shells are covered in spells and curses. Magic to shapeshift, magic to steal someone's voice...Have you been using those 8 legs to write all these this whole time?" Though the child version of Azul's gaze seemed to soften lightly at Jade's words, he soon curled up protectively once more. "Don't touch them! You wanna get inked?! I'm gonna keep studying and become just as powerful as the Sea Witch! So don't get in my way! Just- go away!" Azul was allowing his tentacles to curl around his lower body in a self-hug, his eyes flared with a great passion as he turned back away from the Tweels. Floyd elbowed Jade, motioning to Azul. "Jaaaddeeeeee...that octopus kid is pretty funny!" Jade turned his head to Floyd and nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, Floyd. He is very interesting." You felt your heart melt a little bit at the warm smiles Floyd and Jade had when staring at the back of Azul.Â
"I kept studying like that until several years laterâŠ" The scene began to shift to Junior High. Floyd was the first to begin to speak in this memory. "I heard that a kid in another class got sssuuuupppeerrrrr skinny and even got a girlfriend!" Jade nodded at his twin's statement. "And in exchange, his beautiful tenor tone has gone completely silent. In another class, someone with frizzy, unruly hair suddenly became a silky blonde." Floyd nodded, now chatting away in his own bit of curious excitement. "In exchange, she lost her tail that swam so fassssttt~" The Junior High version of Azul glanced up every now and then, the faintest of smirks tugging at his lips. "Mmm...you don't say?" Floyd and Jade shared a look, Jade arching a brow at Azul. "And, Azul...isn't this all your doing? I can't imagine any of those airheaded fish being able to pull off such impressive spells, after all." Floyd nodded again, now leaning a bit towards Azul. "Yeeaaaahhhh, and you've been studying magic fooorreeeevvveeerrrrr!" Unable to hold back his own mischief any longer, Azul covered his mouth lightly as he erupted into snickers. "Hehehehehe...ahahahahahaha! Is that so? Aaahhhh, I can't believe I've been found out already. You two are correct, nonetheless. I finally perfected it! All I need is for someone to sign this magic contract...then I can take whatever ability I so desire from them...I call it- It's A Deal! With this, I can make them all kneel before me...everything you've ever taken pride in..its now mine!" The Azul in the memory erupted into cackles as the scene began to fade out, Jade and Floyd both smirking at each other and Azul's triumph. The Azul standing with you took a moment to adjust his glasses, his gaze lightly trailing over to meet yours. "...I haven't forgotten what happened for even a moment. Those who made fun of me. The faces of those who bullied me. I bid my time, closely observing them from a distance. Their weaknesses, their desiresâŠ.I know it all! Press on their weak points and I can take their little fast tail. If I know what's bothering them, I can take their beautiful singing voice." Azul soon fully turned to face you, his eyes growing rather crazed once more. "With those golden contracts, I am unbeatable! I am no longer the dumb, clumsy octopus left all alone!" A sense of calming seemed to wash over Azul as his eyes flickered up and down your form in silence. "...Everything is under my control with this power. All those who ever made fun of me...will now kneel before me." A rather warm, sweet smile graced your lips. You calmly stepped towards Azul, whose eyes lightly widened at the sight of you growing nearer. You soon brought your arms around him once again, removing the fedora from his head to pat him soothingly. Azul allowed his eyes to flutter shut at the sensations, and both of your visions soon faded to black as you remained in each other's armsâŠ
"Aaaazzzzzuuuuulllll, Shrimmmmmmmpppppyyyyyyy~" You soon heard Floyd's voice directly above you as Azul startled awake beside you. Your eyes flutter open as both you and Azul sit up, now sparing a glance down to your still interlocked hands. A swift blush seemed to overtake Azul's features at the gesture, already gently removing his hand from yours. Jade and Floyd both began to smile at Azul and tell him just how happy they were that he was okay. Your own friends, along with Ruggie and Leona, checked you over. Floyd began to tease Azul as to what he had said and done, to which Azul seemed rather worn out and confused. You and Jack soon began to tell Azul just how intelligent he was for his notes. After a few more remarks from the others, a geek out from Azul over his old elementary photo, and Grim devouring another odd black stone that had appeared after Azul's Overblot, you and your group soon went your separate ways.Â
A few days later, you all met back up again to head back to the museum to see the sights and return the photo you had stolen for the deal. Floyd and Jade began to rattle on about dinglehoppers amongst other things. Azul took the photo in his hands, now turning the corner to return it. You soon follow, allowing your hands to tuck behind your back. The octopus soon stopped, turning his head to face you. "AhâŠ.[Y/n]. First of all, may I formally apologize for myâŠ.rather odd outburst. And secondly, there is no need to doubt meâŠ.I will properly return it." Azul placed the photo back onto the wall. He placed a finger onto the section where he had used to be on it, now letting said finger slowly drag down the painting. "....I thought that if I could erase all of the photos from my past...my time spent being bullied as a 'dumb, clumsy octopus' would fade along with them. The Sea Witch never hid her dark past but faced it and worked to overwrite her reputation. I kept saying that I wanted to be like her, but...in the end, I couldn't even accept who I was and tried to act like it never happened." Soon, you smiled, tilting your head to the side at Azul. You gently took one of his hands in yours, now gazing into his eyes. "You have a strength greater than any magic. I honestly think you're pretty great without having to steal from others! We cannot change the past, Azul. We cannot change the harsh words that those children pelted you with in your youth. But...we learn to keep our heads and move on. And look at you! You do it in spades! You're intelligent, savvy, have a literal business that you're running within the school...you don't have to steal anything to be a great person. You just keep being who you are." Azul seemed taken aback by your sweet words. His eyes began to water, a swallow being seen that the male took in. A soft, relieved smile soon graced the lips of the octopus as he held your gaze. It was the most genuine you had seen him yet. "...There is no need for you to flatter me, dear. I...only wanted to get back at those who had made fun of me for so long." You tilted your head to the side as an eyebrow perked up. "Can no one say anything without you thinking it's some sort of trick? Hmmm. Anyways, I thought you were pretty cute in that form, anyways." Azul choked, his eyes widening. A blush had taken over his face again, to which he raised his hand and mockingly adjusted his glasses in the hopes of hiding it. "C-c-cute?"Â
You couldn't help but giggle at Azul's reaction. Azul's lightly coughed into his arm. "Right. IâŠ.must admit, [Y/n]. You are certainly more sly than I took you for originally. Though I am not pleased with the result, that plan with Leona and Ruggie was a work of raw genius. I am almost a bit peeved that I did not come up with it myself." Your eyes roll as you meet Azul's gaze once more. "Yeah, and I didn't need to steal anyone's Unique Magic to do it. Just grab some pots and pans and start banging them while he's trying to sleep- and you're set." You and Azul began to laugh in unison at the image, Azul nodding his head. "Mmmm...mental note, swiftly close doors when you spot [Y/n] with a pot or some pans." You jokingly raise your free hand and begin to swish it in the water to illustrate your point. That got Azul cracking up all over again. "Mmm Mmm Mmm. Keep that up, [Y/n], and I may have to kiss you for such underhanded methods." "You already did." Azul chuckled and hummed, allowing a finger to tap at his chin. His free hand seized you by the waist, now pulling you towards him. His gaze was locked onto you below him with a devilish smirk now tugging at his lips. "Mind if I jog my memory for a moment, Angelfish~" Your lips met, Azul sweeping his opposite hand that held you over your hair to brush it out of the way. Some baby seahorses suddenly swam into the museum and swam in a circular motion around the two of you, sweeping both your hair and clothes up around you. Azul's lips soon floated off yours as he met your gaze once more. Right as he was about to speak, a wolf whistle was heard from behind the two of you. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH SNNNAAAAAPPPPP, AHAHAHAHAHA! AZUL AND SHRIMMMPPPPYYYY SWWWIIIIMMMIIINNNGGG INNN THE SEEEAAAAA~" Azul's face erupted into a blush as he released a startled grunt at Floyd, who was now making hearts with his hands. Jade soon chuckled and swam up beside him to finish the line. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Heheheh~" Azul was quick to facepalm and now regrab his fedora, placing it upon his head to cover his blush. He released you and set you upright, clearing his throat. He muttered under his breath. "...They will never let me live that down." You giggled once more. Soon, you were called over by Ace and Grim, who were now all marveling at some sort of sea dragon. As you swam off, Azul puffed out a breath and watched you swim off, a warm smile gracing his lips. "...Maybe I was the true, poor unfortunate soul all along...before I met you."Â
((Hey Hey Hey, everybody! The second part to the Overblot!Azul x Reader is now here! I hope you all enjoyed! Next up is the part two for Leona, so stay tuned and stay awesome~ đđč
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All I Want Is You(ngi)
pairing: yoongi x reader
wc: 2.5k
genre: pg15, fluff, established relationship
warnings: alcohol consumption
summary: Yoongi takes his baby out to sing karaoke the night before Christmas with the two Seoks. Itâs a riot with drunken caroling (read: hollering) but he's so in love that he doesn't care.
a/n: My part of the SNOWLLAB with a super lovely bunch. Pls do yoself a favor and read everyoneâs stories when they drop cause I promis itâll be amazing. <3 A big thank you to Willow for pulling this crew together. A big thank you to Willow for the prompt inspo. A big thank you to Willow for creating the banner. A big thank you to Willow for beta reading my lil story and fixing up all the lil pieces and praising meâŠ.. So basically this is one big love letter to Willow. Thanks for being the best and most amazing little holibean đđ
sequel:Â Will You(ngi) Marry Me?Â
Here he is now, currently regretting his inability to ever say no to your whims as he watches you skip with a couple of slips and twisted ankles along the way to the front of the small darkened room and snatch the mic off its stand. Youâre bent over the karaoke machine, clumsily swiping the screen to find the song you want. After several more swipes, you squeal excitedly... and then he hears it. The reason for your excitement. The all too familiar jingling of church and sleigh bells elicits an embarrassed groan from him. You turn to face your small audience and after taking an unreasonably deep breath, you close your eyes and sing.
âI⊠donât want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I needâŠâ
âSing it girl!â Hoseok cheers, thrusting a newly opened glass bottle into the air.
âAaall I want for ChristmasâŠâ
âWHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?!â Hoseok shrieks over the music.
â...iiiiiiss YOOOOUU...NGIII!!!â You hunch over to belt out the last note and your hair falls over your face but he doesnât need to see you to know your features are scrunched up in order to sing past your lung capacity.
Yoongi very much wants to curl in the corner to hide from your unabashed love, but alas you, Hoseok, and Seokjin would never let him live it down, so instead he sits there trying (and failing) to fight the shy smile that overtakes his features. Even as the music grows louder, Yoongi can hear Seokjin laughing and slapping Hoseokâs thighs on the other side of the booth.Â
Oh god. It was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea to have agreed to go out to karaoke with Seokjin and Hoseok, but you had begged and begged him and he was but a weak man when it came to you.
âI should have remembered itâs never a normal holiday with this crew.â He moans into his hands.
A hand roughly pats him on his shoulder. He peeks through his fingers to the portrait of a grinning Jin, now beside him. The man extends an unopened bottle of alcohol out to him.
âYou sure you donât want a drink, man? I know you drove but I don't mind chauffeuring you both home and taking a cab from there.â
âNah, Iâm good. We canât both be stupid drunk when we get home. We might burn the house down then youâd have to waste even more money to come collect our bodies.â
Jin snorts at his remark. âTouchĂ©.â
The two of them lay back against the bench cushion and watch with horrified amusement as a wobbly Hoseok makes his way to you. The rambunctious (and very buzzed) duo up on the little stage drop to their knees and Yoongi balks at the way the two of you obscenely shake your butts to the very cheery tune of Mariah Careyâs biggest holiday hit. Sober Hoseok was always a delight. Even Yoongi didnât mind busting out a few moves every now and then with him. Drunk Hoseok, though, he was a different animal altogether. Insatiable, he was, and he was the perfect hype man for drunk you.
Yoongi makes eye contact with you and now that youâve got his attention, you reach out your free hand towards him and beckon him over with the curl of your finger. His heart goes a-hammering away without his permission. Yoongi, a fool in love, lets himself be pushed out of his seat and like a man lost at sea, heâs pulled closer and closer to the siren who sings the song meant to be his undoing.Â
Except that the siren is you and your slurred singing is not at all alluring or seductive. He smiles at your pitiful attempt at fluttering your lashes at him. Despite your inability to entice him with your song and your sensual form, he still jumps overboard. He jumps and dives headfirst into the ocean that is your freely given love. All for him. Even a horrendous, throaty snort does nothing to unwind the unintentional spell you've cast on him. He faintly hears the two men squealing like children behind him, but all he can hear, all he can see is you.
âMake my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you! Yoongi, baby!â
He canât help but giggle at the way you serenade him, with your terribly exaggerated airy voice, but he loves it all the same. He loves you and all the surprises and jolly that comes with loving you.
Both you and Hoseok giggle at each other as Yoongi and Seokjin try to guide the two of you out of the building. Hoseok clings to his partner but his free hand is held tight in your grip, much to Yoongiâs chagrin. Youâre both so wobbly and walking together is no help to either him or Jin.Â
Itâs definitely gotten chillier and Yoongi is grateful that you didnât forget your winter coat tonight. Youâre bundled and cosy beside him, with the hood wrapped snug over your head. Your eyes are still glassy and your breathing hasnât quite recovered from your exuberant singing competition against Seokjin, but thatâs okay. You know Yoongi will take care of you. Thatâs the only reason why you were able to let go so freely tonight anyway, and he takes pride in knowing that you trust him so entirely. He hoists you up into a more comfortable standing position and nods to Jin.
âMerry Christmas, hyung.â
âMerry Chrysler, Yoongichi. Drive home safely!â
Yoongi grimaces and mutters under his breath but Jin merely smiles bigger. With a final wave, he pulls a swaying and incoherent Hoseok close to his side and they walk to their awaiting cab. He would have waited until they got into the car, but youâve started blowing raspberries on his neck. While he normally wouldnât mind having your saliva on him, he can feel remnants of soggy pretzel bits flying out of your mouth onto his exposed skin and that is more than enough to kill what could have been a flirtatious mood. He pushes your head away, eliciting a squeaky whine.
âAh, stop. Thatâs gross. Câmon, letâs go home.â
It wasnât too much trouble getting you in and out of the car, but now that you have arrived home, you refuse to step inside your house. You cling onto him like a lifeline, as if youâll fall to the ground and drown in the air that surrounds you.
âI donât wanna go home yet, Yoongiii. I feel soooo gross!â You whine, heavily emphasizing on how gross you felt.
âThatâs why weâre gonna go inside and shower, baby. So youâre not gross.â
âOh my goood!â You sob into his shoulder. âYou think Iâm gross!â
Yoongi sighs and looks into the night sky, pressing his lips tightly together into a forced smile. You continue to wail out in the open and he all but clamps your mouth shut with a press of his finger against your lips.
âDo you wanna go for a walk instead?â You immediately shut up and nod eagerly. âOkay, letâs go walk, honey.â
He knows youâll complain about the cold in a few minutes, but heâll deal with that future Y/N when she arrives. Theyâve walked a short distance around the complex when he suddenly feels a drop of cold wetness against his cheek. He looks up and notices the flakes of white falling from the sky. He squeezes your hand and points your interlaced hands up.
âBaby, itâs snowing.â
âOh, shit itâs snowing! Okay.â You perk up at having heard that and untangle yourself from him. âShit. Let me, let me uh, wait. Here.â
Before he could even begin to guess what you were about to do, you plop yourself right onto the cold grass. You shriek at the burst of cold against your legs but like the diva you think you are, you donât get up and instead pose for him. Your hands are positioned entirely too close around your face that your eyes are barely visible and your skirt is hiked so far up your hunched legs that he can see your panties. Youâre wearing those adorable brown bear ones he knows you think are the most comfortable pair of undies youâve ever owned. Cute.
âOkay. Iâm ready. Always gotta be ready for the camera.â
The noise that comes out of his mouth is entirely uncontrollable and he all but melts at the sight of you. The fairy lights your landlords put up around the apartments shine brightly in the night and illuminate the flakes of snow that fall from the sky. Itâs a beautiful sight, but you shine the brightest. The light hovering above you highlights your subtle cheekbones and the combination of the falling snow and lights creates a sort of glowing halo around you.
You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on.
The most beautiful and also the most extra because of course your first instinct would be to pose for him. That was how you met, after all. He had been out practicing street photography a few years ago when he bumped into you. You had the decency to be politely curious why he was taking pictures of strangers and after he shared his project, you agreed (even though he never asked) to let him take pictures of you. You started posing immediately and even walked around the block to pose with whatever you found interesting, whether it was the wall of a building or a newspaper stand. He probably loved you then. He definitely loves you now.
Itâs too bad he doesnât have his camera with him. His phone will have to do, so he pulls it out, angles himself and the phone at just the right spot, and takes several shots. Your eyes have shut close again, the trickle of soft snow cascading down onto your face and hair. Oh, the way his smile only widens as you bat your eyes in an attempt to blink the snowflakes away. He waves his phone and you suddenly remember what you were here for and you smile for the camera. Smile for him.Â
âSit down and take a picture with me!â You pout and pat the space next to you.
Who is he to say no? Several very blurry photos later (because whatâs the point of getting drunk if you werenât going to take blurry pics?), you were finally done with the cold. You cup his face and kiss his pink-tipped nose.
âYouâre cold, Yoongi. Letâs go home.â
âMmm⊠Letâs go.â
He takes your hand in his and tucks both your hands inside his coat pocket, knowing full well that you have a coat of your own with its own pockets. Itâs true, his face is somewhat numb from the cold of the night, but he is quickly heating up wholly by the warmth of your shared love that the two of you have nurtured and tended to together.
âI hope you had fun tonight, baby.â
âI always have fun when Iâm with you, Yoongi-poo.â
âSo⊠what do you want most for Christmas?â He wonders if youâll accidentally spill what you really want for Christmas but not even drunk you would sell yourself out to him.
âDidnât I literally just sing âall I want for christmas is Yoooongiiiâ? Did I not make it clear enough?â
His lips spread into a bright upward curl and he giggles at the way you stare at him as if he was stupid for even asking such a question. As if it was obvious what you wanted. Of course, he knew you would say that. He honestly just wanted to hear you say it again. And... oh no. Now youâre singing again. Hollering, more like. Ah, well. Itâs only for one night. He pulls you closer beside him and sings along with you, albeit in a much quieter tone.
Your apartment is back in eyeview and he pulls his phone out to check the time. Itâs only a minute left until Christmas. He continues to watch the time pass by the seconds until there are only fifteen seconds left before midnight.
Then he starts counting out loud, in a teasing lilt that he knows is sure to pique your curiosity.
âWhat exactly are you counting down to?â You ask, puzzled.
Youâve sobered down quite a bit now, and you were ready to go sleep. He ignores you though and continues to count. By 5 seconds, youâve stopped walking, although youâre still mumbling about how rude it was of him to ignore you. He reaches up to tuck your hair back behind your ears to get a better look at your face. Your stupidly beautiful face.
âIâm granting your Christmas wish in three⊠two⊠one... Merry Christmas, Y/N.â
He cups your face. Itâs cold, and he makes a mental note to make sure to warm you up with a bath once youâre home. You gasp a second later and wrap your arms around him, staring up at him with a wide grin plastered on your face.
âOhmygoddidyoubuymeapuppy??!!!â
He snorts and itâs out of sheer self restraint that he doesnât go on an hour long tirade on the terrible idea of buying animals as holiday gifts and how he refuses to ever partake in it. He instead channels that energy into squishing your cheeks together so you donât say anything else that could potentially ruin the mood heâs trying to set.
âBaby?â
âWhuh?â
âYou make me really happy, you know that?â His voice softens up and he gently rubs your cheeks with his thumbs.
Your wide, wide eyes are still staring at him, unblinking, but heâs been under the scrutiny of your ridiculously lubricated eyes for long enough that heâs unbothered.
âAnd even though youâre still kinda loopy and you definitely spilled beer on me tonight, I still want you to knowâŠâ
He pauses for dramatics and chuckles when your hands fly up to grasp his hands that still cup your face.
âYes?â You plead with him to carry on.
âI love you. I love you so much my heart is fit to burst.â
The soft inhale of breath is not lost on him and he grins at you. The sweet smile and blush that quickly overtakes your features is easily the best gift you could ever give him this Christmas.
âOh my god. I think my heart just nutted.â
He snorts and sighs in defeat. Right. Only you could say something like that and still make his heart leap.
âI love you too. Can we go home now, though? My buttâs cold.â
âBut I havenât even gotten to the best part,â he teases.
Before you could ask what the best part was, he draws your face to his and presses his lips against yours. The warm exhale as you part your lips for him comes as a welcome surprise. You giggle into the kiss and pull him closer against you.
âYou just kissed me,â you whispered as if he had committed a scandalous act.
âBaby, I always kiss you.â
âYouâre right.â You grab hold of his hand and walk briskly towards your home, tugging a smiling Yoongi behind you. âLetâs go home so you can kiss me some more!â
a/n 2.0: HELLO THERE FRIENDO. how are you. happy holidays or i guess, happy day if youâre reading this in like, the summer time or something :â) thank you for reading this. did you like it? penny for your thoughts? (i will give u a pretty one forreal) isnât yoongi the sweetest most amazing boyfriend eveerrrrr plz gush over him with me PLS
#btsghostie#the snowllab#bts fanfic#bts fan fiction#yoongi fanfic#yoongi fan fiction#suga fanfic#suga fan fiction#yoongi fluff#bts fluff#suga fluff#bts one shot#yoongi oneshot#bts holidays#boyfriend yoongi#yoongi christmas#min yoongi#yoongi#suga#f:all i want is you(ngi)#will update the collab link to the official masterpost when it's up :')#i love this yoongi sm#i want him to be my lover
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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER
"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. đ"@theboardwalkbody
Gif Credit: @ymagor
A/N: You're wish is my command, homesâŁïž Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! đ€© I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too oocđ Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!
Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead
Masterlist
NATE FICK-
Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.
He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.
So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.
"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."
And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.
So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.
So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea
And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like âčïž
"Hey, c'mere."
The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."
Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.
"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"
Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.
"Why would I?"
BRAD COLBERT-
Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isnât
Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, itâs just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like heâs walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.
When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.
Normally, heâd just leave you be, but heâs gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. Youâre not far, and heâs calling youâre name.
You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. Heâs got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.
While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.
But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. Heâs a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. ïżŒ
RAY PERSON-
THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read youâre emotions like the back of his hand.
He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, itâs making Ray sad.
So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.
âMan! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-â
Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like youâll be sitting on the couch and heâll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.
Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.
Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.
âThe most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-youâre hot pockets.â
It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Rayâs lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Rayâs shoulder, and he leans right back.
POKE ESPERA-
Alexa play Whatta Manâ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!
Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of âGood morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fuckedâ.
But like every baddie; baddieâs gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god heâs love the two of more then anything in the world.
Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because heâs observant and very in touch with his emotions.
So when heâs a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why youâre upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.
An idea strikes! Pokeâs got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so heâs a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if theyâd find out.
While off at work, small letters start to appear across youâre house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make youâre day.
âI held the stars in my arms wen I held youâ
âI canât wait to kiss you.â
âYour eyes stole all of my words awayâ
And the covers of the notes are done by Pokeâs daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.
You confront Poke about this âmysterious pen palâ and Poke is like âI mean, your lips do sound temptingâ
You know itâs Poke, and he knows it, but thereâs something about the mystery that is very romantic.
WALT HASSER-
Here comes our favourie country pumpkin
Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world
Doesnât wanna show you off (but he does)
So when youâre the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are
Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also heâs someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!
Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesnât fall far from the tree.
Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Waltâs driving like a manic just for you. You have the manâs undivided attention.
âWalt?â
He stops whatever heâs doing and runs over, getting on his knees, âYeah, whatâs up baby?â
âCan you sing the song? Yâknow, our song?â
Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my
RUDY REYES-
Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.
So whenever youâre down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. Itâs ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.
First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.
Sometimes there silence. Rudy wonât speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until youâre ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. Itâs really hard to get angry at him.
You finally speak and tell Rudy youâre problems, and he listens and doesnât interrupt. Heâs got a hand on youâre lower back, or on your thigh. Heâs basically youâre emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.
Rudy has the best advice as well. Itâs always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing ïżŒ exercises do actually help.
EVAN âQ-TIPâ STAFFORD-
Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin sonđ
I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.
But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.
Like ïżŒChristianson will ask him if heâs okay and heâll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,
âI would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..â
Lilley is like âBrah we gotta help a homie outâ
So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tipâs partner happier.
Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christensonâs editing skills and Lilleyâs camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.
The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, youâre blown away. Itâs horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT ITâS THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what iâm talking about!
Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.
He seeâs Lilley, whoâs recording and asks to interview what Docâs opinion on the music video, and this is what heâs says.
âI think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two arenât acting like emoâs.â
DOC BRYAN-
The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR
Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. Heâs an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; heâs tried to change.
He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that youâre sad because when you feel shitty, heâs in a shitter mood then heâs usually in
Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didnât work out for nothing.
Long hugs are youâre thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and heâll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and heâs warm, and you just sink into him.
Sometimes, youâll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times heâll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.
When you cry in his arms, heâll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesnât know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.
But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. Heâll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.
After this is all over, heâll check up on you and ask you simply if youâre okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isnât one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.
#carrie writes#carrieâs headcanons#generation kill#nate fick#brad colbert#ray person#poke espera#walt hassar#rudy reyes#evan stafford#doc bryan#generation kill x reader#generation kill headcanons#generation kill imagine#hbo war
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⧠jeno's installment of the keep your cool collective â§
synopsis: he likes to think it's romantic how he always finishes your sentences for you. you think it's annoying that he keeps interrupting you.
⧠ice hockey player!lee jeno x (fem.) tutor!reader ⧠college au
⧠genres : fluff, angst, slightly suggestive ⧠word count : 4.4k ⧠disclaimers : mentions of sexual activities, swearing
⧠authorâs note â same universe as my puck in your goal which does not need to be read first but can be. also, hi @crownily i did it :)
let's just say jeno sucks at school and that the one thing he doesn't suck at is hockey, ice hockey. and let's just say that you're his tutor, strictly for tutoring purposes. yet, here you find yourself at his doorstep at 3:47 in the morning, or so your phone says.
he opens up to see you clad dressed down, different from the neat tee and skirt he's so used to. to be completely honest, jeno has never felt anything towards you and even he himself finds that hard to believe since you're everything he could ever ask for in a girl. pretty and cute, snappy but sweet, the most perfect curve of lips and above all, you're an intellectual. he finds it attractive but he isn't attracted to you, per se.
jeno wished he would though, especially now that he's suffering from what he called you here for in the first place: an extreme case of breakup.
one hand leaning your weight on the doorframe, the right of your shit rides up. jeno bites down on his lip, retracting his eyes to your face. "let me get this straight, you called me here, at this time of night, to get me to help you with what exactly?" so what if he thought fucking you would be a good way to keep his mind off things? too bad he didn't think any further than that. the words come to his as he speaks, "i just thought that- that...you- you would be awake at this time! because you know- you like to studyâŠdid i interrupt anything?"
donning a dreary expression, you nod in clarification, "yeah, you interrupted my studying."
"right, okay, i'll let you get back to that," he turns in haste as if to close the door behind him but you catch it with your heel, a scowl making its way across your face at what you were about to say, "forget it, jen, i'm already here. what do you need help with?" you stare into his back, his widening eyes unbeknownst to you. he turns again, now deliberate in motion, just to give him as much time to get his bearings together. lifting one shoulder in suggestion, and truthfully confusion, his voice is a pitch higher when he responds, "...studying?"
and that's how he finds himself staring into the crack between the wall and the far end of his desk, your figure hovering above him but not in the way he'd planned for, planned poorly for. jeno is on edge and frankly, he feels incredibly bad because he doesn't understand anything that comes from your mouth and the words you jot down on his paper before him all seem to collide and blur into each other. that's when he realizes he's started crying.
and that's when you're rendered speechless as the boy sits there, the little tracks running down his face wetting the paper you were teaching off of. "jeno, oh my god. fuck, you good?" you don't want to come off as prying so you avoid the whole 'why' notion but you're not that socially inept to miss that he didn't call you here at such an ungodly hour of morning just to get some unpaid tutor hours in and he certainly isn't crying because he doesn't understand shit.Â
a hand of his is sifting through his hair while another rubs harshly down the side of his face. "i don't think you should- i'm just gonna go get you some tissues, i'll- i'll go get that." you turn on your heel and navigate your way from his room to the kitchen you'd passed on the way in. it's dark and you know he has roommates, you were less than willing to make your presence known. to your dismay, the kitchen was currently being occupied by a man whom you've yet to identify, being only two steps in when you stop in your tracks.Â
he identifies you first, "y/n, what are you doing here?" and you pick up from the voice that it's donghyuck. your foot hits a cabinet before your eyes get a chance to adjust to the lighting, "fuck, yeah i'm here with jeno, well i'm not- not like that, we're just studying."
"just studying?" there's no way to see it but you swear the cock of his brows is apparent as it would be at day. you hum in response, fingers trying to make out the paper towel dispenser you were sure you caught a glimpse of on the way in. "so you're saying," he pulls out his phone and the light that emits from the screen is enough to guide you in the right direction before he shoves is back in his pocket. "that you booked a tutoring session with him at 4:19 a.m.?"
tearing one, then two, from the dispenser, you distractedly let a disbelieving, "yup," past your lips. hyuck scrutinizes you in the dark and his next words nearly shock you out of your skin, "is he fucking you because he just got dumped? is that why?"
you swivel at lightning speed, "he what?" hand over his mouth, donghyuck seems genuinely apologetic, though you wouldn't put it past him if he was not, "shit, you didn't know?" folding the paper towels two times over in your hands, you gingerly across the room to where the boy is seated, "i mean, i know that he didn't call me here just to study but that's legitimately what we ended up doing." he doesn't answer for awhile so you follow up with a question, "you think he wants to fuck me?"
hyuck looks you straight in the eye, "yeah, yeah i do." it hangs unsaid in the air between the two of you, but it's within both of your knowledge that jeno only wanted you here for sexual relief from his frustrations, that whatever else could be denoted by the deed was simply inapplicable for this situation. you shake your head of the thoughts, "so, what are you doing up this early?" you know that there is a weary and weeping jeno you have to get back to but you also know that your presence is somewhat unwelcome there, uncomfortable even, while he wades in his fit of tears.
hyuck replies with a heavy tone, "he gave me some things to think about too."
and you jump to conclusions all too quickly, "he wants to fuck you too?"
"god, y/n, no."
a weak laugh lining your demeanor after the last of the interaction, you reenter jeno's room to find him sprawled wide, his back to the bed. "hey," you preface as you round upon his bed, setting the paper towels on his nightstand. it seemed his tears had run their race and his eyes were now staring lethargically into the ceiling. perching yourself on the edge, you reach to place a hand atop one of his, giving two reassuring squeezes. "need anything?"
only now does jeno seem to take note of your arrival, his eyes hooded eyes flit to you for half a second before resolutely tugging you by the hand you had clasped within his. "what-" your breath is stolen from you as your back hits his chest. jeno drapes his arms across you front, "jeno, what-"
"i need a pillow, that's what i need."
you blink, trying to make sense of your thoughts, "did you ask me here to fuck you numb?" his body goes rigid underneath yours and you're right to assume that you've pinpointed the answer. "i'm right, huh?" eyeing downwards, his fingers are fiddling for you to see. after a few moments laid in bated breath, he lets weakly, "sorry about that, it's not gonna happen."
"yeah no shit," is said dulcetly despite the denotation. you feel his chuckles reverberate beneath you. "i'm really sorry, i swear i don't think of you that way." a smile upon your own face, you turn in his arms to place an expression to his voice. propping your head up on your folded arms, your arms atop his chest, you peer into his eyes sincerely. there is much that needs to be said, the reasonings behind his unexpected breakdown and the closeness you suddenly feel with still have to be addressed. but at this hour in the morning, you can't bring yourself to.Â
instead you query, "should i stay the night?" he peers into your eyes with equal sincerity when he responds, "it's already early morning, you'd probably be off better sleeping here." giving a soft nod and a few moments to rearrange your thoughts, you perk up again just as he's about to fall asleep. he isn't annoyed in the slightest, rather he smiles at that, your voice, "do you have practice tomorrow?"
it's his turn to give a nod in response. "wanna come watch?" your arms move around his chest, encasing him like how he's encased you. hiding your smile in the front of his sweatshirt, your voice comes out muffled, "i'd love to but i'm a bit busy, jen. next time, maybe."
at your response, it's the first time that jeno feels, acknowledges, that his heart drops, even though it's in the slightest. there's an image of you in the stands, your textbooks in your lap and glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose. the image moves as he moves cross the rink and you look up when he passes by, eyes bright and a small smile and thumbs up in encouragement. from then on, it's that image that's plastered in his mind every time he thinks of you, that one self-conjured image.Â
jeno feels his heart drop even more when he awakes to an empty bed. he finds that the text that you've sent in departure isn't nearly enough to repair his spirits, he wishes you were there instead.
practice sucks ass the next day and the day after that, he doesn't pay it any mind, knowing more than well enough how renjun whispers of the news of his breakup among the members. he doesn't hold it against him though, after all, his ex is his teammate's best friend. jeno thinks it hurts the most when his ex shows up at the next game, the one he'd invited you to when you'd crossed paths on campus a few days ago. he finds himself in a weird predicament between trying to forget about a girl and chasing after another one. he can't tell if he really likes you or if he just needs a rebound.
today, jeno decides it's the latter because he's fuming the entire game at how hyuck would send winks in her direction, how he would skate up to the edge of the rink to converse with her during their breaks. jeno hates how she's moved on all too easily and he feels and urge to prove that he can do the same. he wants to prove to himself.
he's let almost every goal in by the time the buzzer signals the end of the final round. the coach reprimands him because at this point, he might as well be from the opposing team. the helmet is off in a split second, he showers for the briefest of moments, only allowing the water to slosh across his body one time before he's patting himself dry. jeno slips the towel from his shoulder throws on a hoodie in its stead. he's out the locker room in bare minutes where he comes face to face with you. you, with the little sheepish, apologetic smile on your face. you, who'd just arrived from your shift at the local cat adoption center, late for the game but in just time for him. you, the only person he's been aching to see the whole day. but even now, he's unsure of exactly why.Â
"y/n, hey," he's by your side in an instant, hesitant in his actions but words tumbling out nonetheless, "you came. late, but...you came."
you meet him in the middle, hands coming up to your aid and waving nonsensically as you speak, "i'm so sorry, my shift was extended and i forgot to tell my boss beforehan-"
"it's fine, i'm just glad you're here." he readjusts the bag onto his shoulders in a nervous fit. he barely manages to make eye contact with you and he wonders when he started to feel this way about you or, again, the desire for a rebound, his need for a taste of vengeance is willing him to act this way. jeno shrugs off the thought and fills the silence with an offer, "so do you wanna go...do something together?"Â
jeno should know by now. the little sparkle that glints in your eyes and the way his stomach upturns itself in response. he should know by now how much you like him too. hyuck exits the locker rooms in that instant, he greets you in passing as he joins a girl up ahead. you turn back to jeno, momentarily distracted, only to find his gaze hardened and fixed on the girl. a sickening feeling erupts within you as you begin to piece one and one to make two.Â
he turns back to you and you avoid his gaze. the shift in your countenance jolts him as much as his had jolted you. you lick your lips before looking back up at him, your own eyes guarded. he wishes he knew why. "jeno, i'm gonna have to rain check. i just- i thought of something- something came up. i have to go."
you're stalking away from him before he can even process it. he's lucky that his strides are long because he catches your wrist right before you get to the exit, "y/n," he tugs gently so that you turn to him but he's caught off guard even more when he sees the tears that have begun to form in your eyes. "why are you like this all of a sudden? what happened?"
you shake your head at him, hurriedly swallowing the sobs before you can embarrass yourself even further, "nothing, jeno. i just realized something." you stare down at his wrist expectantly but he only clutches it tighter, "then, what did you realize?"
he lets go of your wrist now and you feel like your heart couldn't get any heavier as you answer, "i realized that i'm just a fill-in until you get over her." jeno sucks in a breath as he watched the words leave your mouth, as he watches you turn and leave, and he hears more tears bubble from your frame, the sounds receding the farther you walk from him. for some reason, it's only when you tell him so that he understands that he feels the exact opposite.
it's only when you shove it in his face, your own face scrunched up in tears, that he's only going after you as a rebound, when he sees his feelings for what they really are. honest, jeno finds it hard to believe that he's never felt anything towards you since you're everything he could ever ask for in a girl. pretty and cute, snappy but sweet, the most perfect curve of lips and above all, you're an intellectual. he finds it attractive, he finds you attractive. fuck it, he likes you.
fortunately for him and unfortunately for you, your next tutoring session was scheduled for just a few days after, just enough time for him to get his act together and enough for you to cool your head enough sift through the thirty or so voice mails he'd left you. most of them seem to contain the same rueful, repentant tone, though a few seem to be displaying his slow spiral into self-deprecation. you're pretty sure the last is a mistake, a butt dial maybe.
jeno's not proficient with the knife, definitely not with how he's cutting the pears right now. he thinks he would've been better off bringing bananas but that would've seemed too insincere, wouldn't it? his thoughts are jumbling and sludging against one another when a finger of his slips and the fine edge of the knife is pressed on a knuckle. "fuck," he swears, his other hand already reaching over to the sink to run the cut under cold water. the sting is piercing and he looks away from the cut to the clock overhead. "double fuck," he mutters this time. the last thing he needs right now is you thinking that he stood you up.Â
with steadfast athleticism, he finishes off the last of the pears with one hand. he's sure you'd laugh at the whole debacle if you were there though he's thankful you're not. jeno faces the fear that he sucks at everything except ice hockey, and he's barely getting by these days. he only ever feels confident on the rink with his stick in hand, crouched low so his eyes were level with the ice. he's never felt that much control over anything else, much less confessing to a girl and trying, somehow, to show that she was of much more worth than what he'd made it seem like.Â
the library is a ten minute walk from his house, a three minute sprint. yes, he had sprinted.Â
he knows for a fact that pears were the right way to go when you let the tiniest of smiles adorn your face at the sight of him setting the tupperware in front of you. you check your expression back into taut impassivity before he can indulge in his victory any longer. he knows you're not half as mad as you present yourself to be but that doesn't mean he'd take his mistakes lightly and go about this sleazily. jeno needs your trust.Â
you resist the urge to reach over and flip over the hair that stood upright on the wrong side of his head. reverting your eyes onto the computer screen before you, "let's get started." not a half hour into your session, you're spaced out, eyes zoned onto the way jeno spins his pen between his fingers. maybe it's the lack of sleep that's getting to you.
"y/n? you good?"
you swallow thickly, removing your gaze from his hands, from him, from his paper, from anything that has to do with him. you notice how your chair has inched closer to his, or his to yours, you notice the finger-wide distance between you and him. shivers are sent down your spine. "let's take a break, is that fine?" jeno, from beside you, yawns and for a brief second you think he's about to pull the stretch and hand around shoulder trick. you blush unknowingly.Â
jeno speaks before you can ask to resume the session, "can i say something?"
"is it work related?" you give your best efforts at keeping your voice level and head turned somewhat in his direction. in your peripheries, he cocks his head to the right, "...no, but we're on break." almost letting a huff escape your complexion, you relent, "fine then, shoot," figuring he would say it anyways.
"i want you to come to our next game."
you're lucky you had the whole scenario thought through, at least something can be harvested from your late nights spent tossing and turning, "i don't think i can-"
"y/n, i haven't even told you when."
"okay fine," you wrinkle your nose in distaste and hand out the truth for him to see, or hear, "i just don't want to." jeno is doing his best, he really is, but he knows that you've heard all that he has to say, if not once, then twenty-nine times over. the last one was a mistake. "did you get my voicemails?"
sighing, you chance a glance at him to see that he isn't the slightest bit annoyed, face drawn into a frown of sorts. you'll never admit that even just the sight could soften your set mindset. consideration replays in your irises when you answer the yes or no question with a decisive nod.
"then i'm sure you understand why i want you to come."
jeno lets you drive him home that day, he'd be the last to complain. the ride is silent from start to finish until right when he's about to close the passenger door, the car parked in front of his shared house. an, "i'll think about it," is what he's left to brew over for the next week or so as he stares that the text, read and unreplied, that he'd sent to remind you of the day and time of the game. he's anxious but it's only to that extent.
it's becoming more and more evident that jeno is loosing his touch on ice. he hates that the only thing he can attribute it to is his dwindling love life. he finds that the enforcer is atypically rough today but he's glad that his role at the goal requires the least interaction and footwork. he'd promised his coach that he would be more wary of his surroundings but he can't help the occasional glance at the rink entrance every once in awhile. what he doesn't understand is that his definition of 'once in awhile' marks at around every thirty seconds.
the last round is the most painful, undoubtedly, because it's as if his defeat is being dragged on and on, as if the giant timer above the rink is ticking to the heartbeat of a dead man.Â
jeno can is aware that he's breathing. he's aware but he has to double check when the entrance doors open for the last time that game and you've arrived. you're standing by the doorway, apprehensive, but jeno can't get it past his head that you've arrived, that you're here. he'd have gotten decked in the face had you not motioned your head in the direction of the fast approaching puck and the burly man behind it.
he blocks the shot and every shot after. there's no need to wonder why.
the buzzer rings in his head so quick that he thinks time runs on his emotions rather than the clock. his helmet is often in seconds and he's making his way at supersonic speeds to the part of the rail where you're stood. the glass fogs with his breath as he tries to get his words across. 'i'll be quick,' he mouths.Â
you count two minutes until he's off ice. jeno hasn't bothered to shower, he lacks the patience for it. he sits you down on the lowest of the bleachers, closest to the rink. standing over you, he finds that he has so much to say, so many things he wants to let you know, all the feelings he's ever bottled up for the girl so obviously made for him.
he's never had much of a way with words but he thinks that the romance movies hyuck's made him watch over the years give a pretty good overview of what to say in situations like these, "i'd cross the world for you." you snort back at him, nose crinkling in distaste at his choice of words and poking fun at him with your own, "rink, jeno. you mean you'd cross the rink for me."
"y/n, i'm tryna do something here," he whines, the pout on display mimicking his displeased but light-hearted implications. you're equally as amused, "oh yeah? what are you tryna do?"
"i'm tryna," he takes your two arms in his and wraps them around his middle. you instinctively fist the fabric of his blue jersey at the back, "jeno, what are you-" you stop when a hand of his own comes to trace the lines of your face softly. maybe he can't find the words but surely he could show you. if he could justâŠ"you keep interrupting me, jeno."
drawn from his resolution, he's snappy when he retorts, "i think as your boyfriend i ought to have that privilege."
"boyfriend? since when did you-"
"i just did," he revels in the idea that you think him to be smooth with words when in reality the 'boyfriend' was a slip up, a mirror of his daydreams. he's over the moon that it worked out in his favor. while he fixates on just how much he feels for you, you're playfully annoyed at a whole other, "stop fucking interrupting me, jen-"
"i love you."
you blink up at him. well shit. a lot of things are happening and you lack the brain cells to process them. there's only one thing you can think to do, only one think that you're thinking about, have been thinking about, will still be thinking about.Â
he may be the one to steal words right from your mouth but beyond that he's oblivious, you think. the smile still plays on his lips when he follows up, "is it okay to interrupt you if i say something like tha-"
you press a smile of your own onto his lips, cutting his words effectively. a hand of yours moves up to the curve of his neck to bring him down further, the angle at which he is kissing giving him all the advantage he needs to deepen it. when you part, you aren't surprised to see how half your body is leaning on the row of seats behind you and that jeno's entire body is sprawled on yours, supported by a knee on one side of you.Â
you like your lips as you feel his breath hot on yours. "how's it feel now?"
shaking his head, jeno presses his temple to yours so that the only thing you can see is him, just him. "interrupt me any day, will you?"
copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.
⧠end note â wrote this up in approx. three hours. lee jeno is so rude for interrupting all my other wips (that are also mostly for him). i hope you enjoyed because i did, i freaking love writing for him <3
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Puzzling
My Masterlist
Part 5 to Cracking a Code
1;Â Â 2;Â Â 3;Â Â 4
Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers x Reader (fem)
Warnings: Swearing, gaslighting, stalking, aftermath of noncon, noncon touching, caregiving, but like by Steve, so not really, self-harm references (previous chapter, not premeditated), discussion of eating
Summary: Steve takes you home to âtake careâ of you.
A/n: Iâm not super happy with this chapter⊠and maybe Iâll redo it sometime in the future, but I just wanted to give you an update. Sorry, that everything takes so long!
Word count: 2,300
The rest of the drive passed in a blur. Steveâs hand hardly left your thigh and you let him. You were so exhausted, you didnât have the energy to fight him off anymore. You felt yourself retreating into your body, away from the reality of being groped in the fancy sports car of Americaâs bravest hero.
Steve helped you up the steps to your apartment. Youâre entire body was shaking, leaving you on unsteady feet. If you didnât know better youâd say you were coming down with a fever. But the reason for the shivers coursing through you was so much larger. Not something a few pills could fix. Steve gently led you into your home, almost as if he owned the place, deposited you on the couch, and covered you in a blanket. As he tucked you in, his hands respectful and his touch kind you surfaced for a brief second out of the hole of despair his comment in the car had put you in.
âThere you are, angel.â Steve smiled as he noticed how your eyes started to focus a bit. âIâll make you something to eat. Iâll be right back.â With that, he leaned in and placed the gentlest kiss on your forehead, before retreating to your kitchen. You watched him rummage around in the tiny space adjoining your living room. He looked at ease, at home, and oh so loving. Did yesterday really happen? you wondered. There they were again. Those thoughts you had to brandish all day yesterday as well. You started to stare off into the middle distance; once more slipping away from reality and the physical pain left in your body. You heard Steve tut slightly, the fridge door opening and closing, then the same sound from a bunch of your cabinet doors. Just as you wanted to call out to him, to ask if he needed help, a robotic response drilled into you by your mother, Steve appeared before you almost as if out of thin air. His gait as silent as any other predatorâs.
âDarling,â he sounded concerned, âdid you eat yet?â
You looked up at him, doe-eyed. âI.. uh⊠I must have. I have some overnight oats in the fridge, so if there are only three glasses in there, then yeah.â To be honest you couldnât remember, nothing made sense.
âThereâs four, darling⊠You really gotta eat breakfast! Itâs important to keep your strength up, you know?â
âYeah, yeah⊠I usually do. I promiseâ Why do I not wanna make him sad? Why do I want him to be proud of me? You thought bewildered, as you looked into Steveâs worried eyes before all semblance of structured thought left you again to the tide of confusion washing over you and pulling you under.
âOk, babe, I trust you. Iâll make some now, okay? You just sit tight.â All you could do was nod. It was like it was all happening to someone else. You werenât really here. You were so far away and so present at the same time that it hurt.
As Steve left you your mind went to war with itself.
Steve wasnât a good guy. He wasnât the hero on those posters, was he? But he was making you breakfast, he tucked you in. He sent Bucky to check on you. No⊠No, he sent Bucky to make sure you didnât go to the police. Right? Right.
You could feel your mind shut off, drawing you down with it. All that happened, Steveâs non-linear behavior pushing you over the edge. Nothing made sense.
You barely noticed as Steve fed you breakfast, bite by bite, all that registered somewhere deep within you was his calm, deep guiding voice: âOne more bite, there you go, good girlâ all his encouragement mushing together in your brain, a soothing sensation flowing through your pain-addled brain.
After breakfast, you could feel Steve manipulate your body, as he wrapped himself around you and put on your favorite movie. As you lay there engulfed in the arms of this giant man, accompanied by the sounds of the movie you had watched a million times, you slowly started to become aware of yourself again. The body heat was so soothing and Steveâs deep humming voice pushed the fear that had kept you paralyzed further and further away. Making way for a seething rage, fickle but growing. As you tensed and readjusted your limbs Steve leaned forwards and kissed your temple. âI knew you were still in there, angel. I made some tea. It should still be hot. I put it in a thermos. Letâs talk okay?â Steve carefully helped you sit, every touch his, stoking the anger burning through you. Then, oblivious to the shift in your mood, he got up to grab the tea and cups as you looked around as if you were seeing your place for the first time. It no longer held the feeling of safety that comes with any good home. All you could see was Steve controlling you, in the TV that was slightly turned, the smell of his cologne on your couch, the dirty pans in the sink.
When Steve came back, your head was much clearer and you carefully reached for your cup and made sure to keep your distance from Steve as subtly as you could. Whatever was to come, was going to be important.
âYou know darling, you will have to be nicer to Bucky. Heâs only trying to help when I canât be there. New York is dangerous, always has been. No one knows that better than me and Buck. He texted me, saying you were really rude on the train this morning, and quite frankly, darling, Iâm disappointed that I even have to say this, but you have to appreciate what we do for you, okay?â Steveâs voice is calm, collected, and rational. There is nothing but honest concern in it for a moment it disrupts the anger building within you. âItâs time to play nice with Bucky now, okay? Be nice to him, maybe even as nice as you have been for me, understand?â
Itâs the last sentence that sets you off, Steveâs expectant gaze, belittling you, that makes you blow your lid.
âWhat? What are you talking about? Play nice? I wasnât being nice to you! I donât want your protection or your attention, or Buckyâs for that matter!â Your voice is rising, as you grip your cup of tea so tight its heat sears your palms. âGet out of my life!â you yell. Then like a bucket of cold water realization sets in. Every muscle in Steveâs body tightens, you see his body expand with the change, looming over you, blacking out the window. You expect Steve to yell, beat you up, but when you dare to look up at his face, it is almost passive, but there is danger burning beneath his façade.
âI understand this is difficult for you.â Steveâs voice turns harder with every word. You notice the missing pet name like a slap to your face. âBut I am getting pretty tired of this conversation. You need to rain in that attitude of yours, okay? Because I wonât tolerate you being a spoiled brat who doesnât see whatâs best for them. Iâm looking out for you here, taking care of you, something you apparently struggle with,â with that Steve gestures at the remnants of your breakfast, the one he had to make for you, âand all I expect in return is some gratitude, towards me and towards Bucky. This is not up for discussion. And if you canât behave, youâll have to deal with the consequences, young lady. Is that understood?â By the end of his speech, Steve has risen to his feet, towering over you, his voice booming to fill your apartment, while you cower into the sofa. Your breathing is shallow and you are petrified. It feels too much like last night. When you didnât have a choice either. And everything he was saying was making sense. New York was dangerous. And you really were terrible at feeding yourself correctly⊠Those oat thingies were just the newest thing you were trying in your never-ending quest to live more healthily⊠Usually, your job took preference over clean living. And Bucky hadnât done anything to you either. Heâd just been there to watch out for you⊠Steve, well⊠Steve really had done that, but he also held you today, when your brain shut down and made you food. He could have just left you at work, where you surely wouldâve gotten nothing done or even caused trouble if you fucked up your workâŠ
Shakily you nod and watch some of the tension leave Steveâs body and he crouches down in front of you. âGood, I knew you were smart like that. Now we can either go have a bath and soothe your body or you can freak out again and then I swear Iâll make you bear the consequences of your behavior for real this time. So whatâs it gonna be, princess?â
You stare at him for a second. How is he so rational? Why does this all make sense? Authority has always been your weakness, and so you just nod because what the Captain says goes, and you learned that the hard way, and let Steve lead you to the bathroom. Maybe you will get to lay in his arms again and hear him praise you. It felt so good when he held you on the couch. You were safe in his arms. All you want is to be back in his embrace. Where the harsh reality canât hurt you. So you allow Steve to strip you down, as hot water pours into your tub.
Suddenly Steveâs grip on your hip tightens painfully, as yanks your jeans off of you. You look down, scared, and find him staring at the bruises you must have caused yourself in the shower this morning when you were trying to wash the night away. âWhat is this? Explain, now!â he seethes and turns his scorching gaze towards you.
âI, when I showered, I, I just wanted to get cleanâŠâ you stammer.
âClean? Clean! You hurt yourself! Jeez! How dare you do something like that to yourself? I really canât let you out of my sight for one second, can I? Gotta watch you like a little kid!â
You feel a pang in your heart. You werenât trying to be bad! You want to tell Steve, but he just turns off the water, grabs your upper arm, and drags you from the bathroom into your bedroom. As you stumble after him, you try to figure out what is happening.
âSteve?â you plead as he sits down on the bed and puts you over his lap.
âNo, darling, not anymore. I have been way too kind to you so far, but apparently, the nice approach doesnât work with you. So discipline is what you get.â He thunders, and then his hand is hitting your bum with enough force to make you scream. It happened so fast that your head is spinning.
As you lie across his lap everything felt like itâs wrapped in cotton. So much skin-to-skin contact fries your over-worked and touch-starved brain into submission as Steveâs hand is raining down on your ass, painting it crimson. You burst into tears without any control over yourself. âSteve,â you sob, âSteve please, I didnât mean to, I swear, Steve!â and just as those words leave your mouth, he stops, picks you up, and hugs you close. Your nerve endings sing at the close contact and you sag into him, all tension leaving your body. His hands draw soothing circles on your back as he holds you tight.
âI got you baby.â Steve whispers as he settles you on the bed, âI know that hurt, but I needed you to see, you know?â
You cry and nod, burrowing into his hulking form hovering over you.
âIâll make it better baby, Iâll make it all good, now,â Steve murmurs, as he leans in to kiss your forehead, while his right hand comes down and starts to play with your clit. âOh darling, look at you! Youâre already wet for me, arenât you?â Only then do you register the slick coating your thighs, embarrassed you want to turn from him, but Steve cages you in. âItâs okay babe, no reason to be shy about it. There is nothing wrong with wanting your man. Really, it just shows that you understand my discipline with you. Iâm real proud of you, angel, real proud.â He mutters as he spreads your lips and slips two fingers in. You canât help but moan and arch into him.
Steve is nothing but kind and soft with you as he readjusts both of your bodies until he sinks into your heat, and you both moan in unison. âThere we go, darling. See how good I can be for you? There we go.â As he starts moving, slow and deep within you peace settles over you. âIâll make you forget all that pain, babe, itâll all be gone in just a minute now.â His fingers are rubbing circles around your clit while he keeps murmuring sweet encouragements into your ears as you climb and climb towards an orgasm that is so deep that it leaves you boneless in Steveâs arms until he finishes with a broken grunt deep inside of you. As Steve settles you in his arms after you canât remember the last time you felt this sated, as you drift into a deep sleep with Steveâs spend slowly trickling out of you. For a split second, before you fall asleep the horror of what is happening to you is clear in your mind, but then, thankfully, once more your exhaustion pulls you under.
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Would You Still Love me?
(FTM Reader x Sanji)
Warning: Transphobia. It's gonna get sad before it gets happy, so donât read if you aren't in the mental state for that.
(Also it starts with she/her pronouns for a reason, just wait and see ok? Donât worry itâll get there.)
  (Aug 16, 2020)
 He was her closest and most trusted friend. They did everything and went everywhere together, but not today.
  Women were what he loved, y/n was a woman, and y/n loved him. So what was the problem? As much as she loved him, she wasn't sure he loved her in the same way. Her love was unconditional, but was his?
  The path trailed off into a darker more mysterious part of town.
  He seemed to "love" all women, but what about her specifically? Was it simply adoration? Would he truly love her if she asked him to, or would he continue to "love" the others as well?
Wandering aimlessly and alone was the plan of the day. It was all in hope of somehow easing the weight of her heavy heart.
She would love him even if he wasn't a him. Regardless of gender Sanji was her everything. Gender meant little to her as long as Sanji was Sanji, but what about him? Would he still care about her if she wasn't a woman anymore?
A dark eerie shop came into view ahead to her left. It somehow gave her a warm welcoming feeling that flooded her lonely soul and begged for a visitor.
Wasn't the person more important than the gender?
As she grew closer she noticed the witch symbol that marked all magic shops.
The thoughts that plagued her mind and heart relentlessly, became lighter as she turned the bone handle and opened the door.
"May I help you?" A sweet fairly young looking witch asked kindly.
Incense filled the small shop with its pleasant aroma bringing some comfort to her weary mind.
"I don't need help at the moment. Would it be a bother if I asked questions about some of the things you're selling?" y/n said politely, eyes trailing across the shelves.
"Not at all, dear. Look around, ask all you like." She answered happily twirling a strand of her soft teal hair.
"Thank you." y/n said before walking around in search of something that might be of use.
The bay leaves caught her eye, since she'd watched Sanji use them in soups before. Unfortunately, the thought of Sanji wasn't welcome at the moment. Her expression unknowingly dropped.
"I'm sorry to pry, but are you alright miss? No one else is here and I won't judge you, dear." The kind witch asked noticing the poor girl's change in mood.
"I- No, I'm not alright..." y/n answered truthfully, since there was no use in hiding it. Her heart couldn't bear to lie to such a kind woman.
"Well what's the matter, dear?" Curiosity and concern filling the witch's voice and face. She knew from experience how harmful holding in emotions could be.
"Well, there's this man I love, but he adores women in general. I'm not sure, even if he truly loved me, that it would be the same way in which I love him. I love him for him, not because he's a man. Would he still care about me if I wasn't a woman?" Y/n admitted feeling relieved that she'd finally said her worries aloud.
"Ah, your worries are deep and valid, dear. It's understandable that you'd feel that way. Would you mind if I read you? Take a closer look at your soul." The teal witch said looking wise beyond her years. She'd thought similarly when she met her wife and soulmate. One often searches deeply inside themselves and the other when soulmates are involved.
"Why not? I'm always open to learn a bit about myself. " She said walking over.
A teal lock of wavy hair dropped from the witch's hand as she released it and held out her palm calmly.
Y/n placed her hand into hers and waited. The witch examined her hands, eyes, and face with her experienced gold eyes.
"I'm certain this isn't your first life. You've been both man and woman in your previous lives." The witch said confidently and patted y/n's hand softly to reassure her.
"That doesn't surprise me..." y/n stated, eyes drifting to the floor.
"You've known it for awhile, hun. Well, I do have something. I wouldn't normally bring it out, but since it fits your situation. So, I'll make an exception." She said pulling out a purple potion with blue flecks swirling about inside in a whirlpool like manner.
The sight of such a thing mesmerized her eyes with its lustrous hypnotic swirl.
"It changes one from female to male. The only way to reverse it is to ingest a male to female potion. Make sure to take it before you climb into bed, because it has sleep inducing qualities." The witch continued as she carefully poured some into a small shot glass sized bottle, sealed it, and marked it with the male symbol, before placing it onto the counter in front of y/n.
"Thank you, so much." y/n said paying her and placing it carefully into her bag.
"Not a problem, dear. Would you like the other one as well? Some grow to miss their old body within a week." The witch said pulling out a red glittering potion.
"....Just in case, yes." She said after a moment of thought. The sweet witch had experience with these things after all.
"Alright, dear." She said cheerfully as she poured another small bottle and marked it with the female symbol. Excited for the poor thing to settle the turmoil that resided within her.
"I can't thank you enough!" y/n exclaimed paying for that one too and putting it into her bag as well.
"I wish the greatest of blessings upon you, dear! I hope that man sees you for you!" The Teal witch happily waved as she watched the girl leave.
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Robin was the only one who knew of what she was going to do. Robin never failed to keep a secret for her and she certainly wasn't about change that.
Once night had arrived she waltzed into the safety of her own room. Sliding under the cool sheets she couldn't help but fantasize of the best possible outcome. Excitement filled her system and she drank the surprisingly sweet potion. A pleasant feeling swept through her that was soon followed by drowsiness and so she slipped away into unconsciousness.
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*drŃαm*
hŃ pĂnnŃd Ńαnjà αgαĂnŃt α wαll αnd ŃlĂd hĂŃ hαndŃ ĂntÏ thŃ ĐČlÏndŃ'Ń hαĂr. hŃ ĐČŃgαn tÏ pull hĂm clÏŃŃ fÏr α kĂŃŃ-
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He squinted his eyes from the glaring ray of sun light that peeked past the curtain. Suddenly remembering he raced to the mirror. Amazing, the potion had worked so well. It would take a bit to get used to, but they already had some previously oversized clothes that fit nicely.
Robin, expecting it, casually greeted them as though nothing had changed.
"Morning, Y/n." Robin said as he walked out and sat next to her for their usual morning reading session.
"WAIT Y/N???" Ussop yelled confusedly, nearly dropping the project he was working on.
"Yes, Ussop?" y/n asked normally, turning toward him as he lowered his book.
"WHAT HAPPENED???" he yelled again.
"Oh, I bought a potion from a nice witch lady." Y/n answered casually going back to his book.
"That sounds SUUUUPERRR!" Franky yelled popping into the conversation for a moment.
"Thank you, Franky, it is." Y/n said with a smile.
"Did it hurt?" Chopper asked peaking around the corner, since he was playing hide and seek with Luffy.
"Not at all, it tasted sweet and made me sleepy." Y/n answered calmly as he turned a page.
"I wanna meet the nice witch lady!" Luffy exclaimed as he fell out of an orange tree.
"STAY OUT OF MY ORANGE TREES!" Nami yelled as she ran over and grabbed all the oranges that fell before Luffy could get them.
"I don't think the nice witch lady would appreciate you running all over her shop, Luffy." Y/n said amused, turning another page.
"Aaaaaw no fair!" Luffy whined as he rubbed the new bump on his head.
"Nami-swaaan! Robin-chwaaan! Y/n- Who are you?" Sanji said walking out of the kitchen with a morning snack only to be surprised by a familiar, yet new face.
"A nice witch lady gave y/n a potion!" Chopper said with adorable enthusiasm.
Sanji just froze with a blank stare, Chopper panicked, and Luffy started poking Sanji.
Suddenly it clicked and Sanji quickly placed down the snacks on a nearby table and sped off to the kitchen.
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Sanji didn't talk to y/n much all day. He seemed... distant.
Evening came around and everyone was having fun on the beach. Robin was comfortably reading a book and laying on a beach towel beneath an umbrella, Nami yelling at Luffy, and the others were messing around with crabs.
"Sanji! Mind if I help?" Y/n walked up happily offering to help him cook the crabs like he always did.
Looking away Sanji held out a ready to be cooked crab and said nothing the entire time. The silence began to bother y/n a little bit.
"Are you alright?" He asked Sanji quietly to avoid drawing attention.
".....why?" Sanji asked looking down.
"Why what?" Y/n said confusedly.
"Why did you take the potion? I- never mind..." He said refusing to look up.
"What? What is it?" y/n stared at him.
"It's nothing." Sanji said glancing at him for second and turning away.
"It clearly isn't nothing."
"I-..."
"I what?!"
"You were better before this!"
"I can't BELIEVE you!" y/n yelled standing up and running off.
Sanji angrily focused on the crab and Luffy looked up at with a frown.
Luffy walked off after y/n.
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Sobbing echoed from the cave as Luffy walked closer. His frown dropped further when he saw y/n curled in a weeping ball. He sat next to him and gently placed his hat onto his head.
Y/n calmed down a bit and leaned against him before he began to talk.
"Luffy, Sanji doesn't like me for who I am. I love him with everything I am. Why can't he just love me. Does it matter if I'm a woman or not? I want my best friend back. I'm still the same y/n aren't I?" y/n began to cry again.
Luffy looked down quietly for a moment.
"Y/n is y/n no matter what. He's wrong for being upset with you. You'll always be our y/n." Luffy said as he turned to him and smiled.
Y/n hugged Luffy tightly.
"Thank you...thank you so much, Luffy." He said slowly letting go, giving Luffy his hat back as well as a teary eyed smile.
They got up and walked into town, since Luffy agreed to let them stay the night in an inn. He gave Luffy a piece of paper with his room number and the symbol of the inn drawn on it in case they needed to find him. Y/n hugged Luffy once more before he headed back to the rest of the crew.
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The had nearly set by the time Luffy returned.
"Luffy? Where's y/n?" Ussop and Nami asked when they noticed that he had returned alone.
"In town." he answered with a rare frown.
"What???! Why?!" Both of them yelled confused.
"He isn't coming back tonight." He said turning to Sanji, who was staring at the sand with his hair covering both his eyes.
Everyone turned to Sanji. They all heard what he said to y/n.
"Apologize to y/n." Luffy demanded looking at Sanji seriously.
"I agree. You weren't exactly pleasant to y/n today." Zoro said getting up and standing next to Luffy.
"Cruel more like it." Ussop stated glaring over his shoulder from where he sat.
"...Yeah." Chopper sadly mumbled next to Ussop.
"Captain's right." Robin said not looking up from her book.
"Not Suuuperrr." Franky said lacking passion.
"Horrible..." Nami whispered.
Luffy walked closer and held out the paper in front of Sanji.
"Go find him and apologize. He'll forgive you." Luffy said pushing the paper against him.
Sanji slowly stood up and grabbed the paper. He finally looked up with a hurt expression.
"Are you sure?" Sanji painfully asked holding in tears and gripping the paper.
"He's your best friend isn't he?" Luffy answered placing a hand onto his shoulder.
Sanji nodded.
"Then go." Luffy said smiling.
Immediately Sanji rushed towards town.
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He desperately looked for the Symbol. One path to another, alley after alley, turn after turn, he was beginning to think he'd loose his precious friend.
Who am I kidding. He's not just my best friend. He's also my love. I was just confused by the change in gender. My feelings never left and I got frustrated and took it out on him. It doesn't matter, y/n is y/n. I need to see him. I have to. I can't loose him.
As he ran around the corner hope rushed back into him at the sight of the inn.
He quickly apologized to poor man at the desk for bothering him at such a late hour. He scoured the place for the number that marked the room of his love.
"13..." he whispered at the sight of it.
Softly he knocked on the door. Anxiety crawled up his back as his worst fear arose from the depths of his mind.
What if he doesn't forgive me? I'll never forgive myself if he leaves because of me.
The door opened and wild disheveled y/n appeared. They looked at him for a second... and closed the door.
He knocked again.
"Please, y/n. Please talk to me. At least listen." He pleaded.
The door opened again and Sanji walked in. Y/n closed the door behind him and turned towards Sanji silently.
Remorse and longing filled his heart from just seeing him. Sanji couldn't help but quickly pull y/n into a needy hug.
Tears soaked into y/n's shirt as he pulled him in as close as possible.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was frustrated with my own feelings and took it out on you. I was wrong. I was so wrong. I'm sorry. Please don't leave. Please, I love you. Don't leave me. You're my best friend and my love. Don't leave." His tears escaped rapidly and his breath grew unsteady.
His shaky hands grasped y/n's shirt.
Y/n wrapped his arms around Sanji and leaned into him. Tears began to escape from him as well.
"I forgive you. I'm sorry I yelled. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me. I understand. I love you too and I'm not going anywhere. It's gonna be alright. C'mon, Â you can stay here with me tonight." Y/n whispered and gently led him to the bed.
Taking off his shoes and vest Sanji crawled under the sheets. Y/n turned the light off and crawled in too.
He pulled Sanji in close so his head rest upon his chest and began to run his hands through the messy blonde hair.
"Shhhhh, rest easy, my precious Prince." y/n whispered softly kissing his forehead.
"I will, my love." Sanji tiredly answered nuzzling further into his chest and placing a soft kiss onto his collar bone.
They slept better than ever before that night.
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Beyond My Reach â
[Baekhyun AU]
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<< Interlude
Exam weeks is finally over on Friday. You are planning to clear your minds by hanging out somewhere with your friends but two days ago your mother texted you that you should comeback early to your parents house because your brother's wife expecting their first child soon and your mother wants all of the family members to be there. You sighed because you wouldn't dare to say no to her. But at least you still have the night time left before finally leaving the dorm for around two months starting from tomorrow.
You brushed your hair away from your face when a car passed in front of you caused by a gushed of wind that ruffling your hair a little. You were now heading against some restaurants with a bag full of soft drinks gripped between your fingers. Drinking or more like get drunk was never really you. Your alcohol tolerance was really that low so you wouldn't take any risk of it and buy a soft drinks instead. It was around seven p.m when you felt your phone buzzed in your pocket. You lazily unlocked your phone because you already know who is it.Â
Where's my food? I'm so hungry i think i'm gonna die from a hunger if you didn't come in any second.. T^T ..hungry.. My poor belly...
Baekhyun. Your boy, your everythâ friends. He texted you exactly three hours ago that he wanted to see you. He said he missed you because exam weeks drives you insane and you didn't have time to meet him. Maybe things works easier for the guy because he is a genius. Yeah. A genius. Even with those round glasses hanging perfectly against his nose, he's not that guy whose into reading, studying, making some journals, no. He was just born clever. He is also the guy who hanging around a lot. He got a lot of friends and women attracted to him. Of course. He was handsome.Â
And you remember, the first time he went drinking, and it was also the first time you found out that his alcohol tolerance is low. He got wasted. One of his friends called you that night. He said Baekhyun might need someone to watch him for the rest of the night because he literally passed out outside his door. You came right away and found the guy sprawled out against the couch. His round glasses was off his face, eyes half closed, mouth half parted. He just adorable.Â
"You know what? I just realized you look so pretty from this angle"Â
What?
"No, Baekâ You're drunk. C'mon lets get you to bed" You positioned yourself in front of him and trying to take off his jacket without looking at his face. You didn't pay attention to his words that much because he did called you pretty multiple times and you felt nothing about it. That's it until he suddenly pulled your wrist harshly so you were falling on top of him.Â
Eyes went wide, you could almost feel his warm breath against your face because he was too close. He looked at you with those drunken gaze, eyes droopy probably from the alcohol. "Wish we weren't friends so I could kiss you everytime I like" He chuckled softly before he loosened his grip around your wrist. You quickly pulled your hand away and straightened your position. And then you feel it. Something that you have never felt before. Was it a cringe feeling? Warmth? Love? Scared? You were unsure and you never think about that again until now.
You were pulled back harshly into the reality because the cashier's voice startled you in your seat. She says she has called your name multiple times and thought you were gone already. You let out an awkward laugh and apologized before finally took a leave. It was ridiculous that you were thinking about an event you promised you'd never think again. You realized that you can't fall in love with him because it would be so awkward.
After ten minutes walk from the restaurant, you finally stood outside his dorm with two bags gripped between your fingers. There was something inside your heart that stopped you from rushed in and sharing some bear hug. But you didn't know what is that neither. It does bother you because you feel like you just missed this boy, you really do. You just wanna laugh around with him again, listening to his unnecessary joke just like what you always did on high school. But it seems like a barrier between you and him started to grow in the past year. Things does change and you're trying so hard to accept it.Â
You inhaled some air to fill in before typed the pass code lock and stepped inside. He never changed his pass code lock from the day he moved in. He also decided to tell you what is the pass code because you're his closest friends. Once you're inside, it was rather quiet and his handsomeness was nowhere to be found. You're assuming that he was probably in his room playing his favorite games so you headed towards the kitchen right away.
You were about to take out the food from the bag when your phone suddenly rang loudly inside your pocket. Wasting no time, you put your phone against your ear without seeing who is calling while your other hand continue to prepare for the food.Â
"Hello this is me speaking.."Â
"Hey sweetheart!" A melodious voice greeted you from another side. You could tell the voice was belong to your mother because she always have that little excitement somewhere in the way she talked. "What's wrong mom?"
"Could you come home before noon tomorrow? I'm sorry I feel likeâ I miss you so much. To be honest I'm kinda worried about you... I don't know why though. What are you up to?" Hearing those words from your mother, you pulled your hand away from the food.
"Got it. I'mâI'm about to eat mom. I'm okay. Don't worry aboutâ" You immediately stopped talking when you feel a presence and something pressed against your butt. Baekhyun.
He put his mug against your butt guiding you to moved away. Just another Baekhyun thing. "Move I wanna get drink"
You quickly moved away and turned around to see the boy bringing his mug into his lips. He was wearing his usual black shirt paired with a sweatpants. Meanwhile his hair is still a little wet from the shower. "Sweetheart? You alright?"Â
Right. Even your brain couldn't deny the fact that you missed this boy because it made you forget that you're currently in a call with your mother. "Ah sorryâ I'm about to eat. Call you later?"
You were that close to pressed the red button and ended the call until Baekhyun lowered his head against your phone. "Yeah she was about to eat me hurry baby I'm getting impatient"
But thankfully you were quick to react. You pressed the red button and finally ended the call. You shove him hard right against the shoulder caused him to stumbled a bit with a sweet laugh coming from his lips. "C'mon lets eat" He then left the kitchen with the food in his hands without saying another words.
You shook your head and simply following him into the small living room. Baekhyun rarely eat on the kitchen bar because he said he couldn't leaned back when he sit on the high chair. "How's your exam? Good?" He questioned with a mouth full of noodles.
You began to eat softly without looking at him. He also turned the tv on before he starts eating. A random news channel was played in the background and you wasn't really pay attention to it because the cute and handsome guy beside you who was now eating, enjoying his food was the reason. You just can't think straight. Maybe avoiding him for the next month seems like a good plan. "Good" You answered softly.
"You know" He leaned forward while his fingers snatched the soft drink on the table in front of you. He was too close for a second. You could smell his fresh woody scent and it only takes you back into your high school time where he sing his heart out for you on the backyard and pulled you into an embrace for the first time because you were crying.Â
"There was a girl.. A new one probably.. She confessed to me. Like she really walking up to me with a chocolate bar and some cute letter in her hand" He took a gulp from his can.Â
He was known as a talented, cute, handsome and that hot guy in round glasses after he participated in a music festival last year. It also wasn't the first time he had someone confessed to him. You knew that already. "Was she cute?" You found yourself questioned him again.Â
"Kinda.. But you know what" He put his can down on the table and looking into your direction searching for you in the eyes. "She ran away after that.. Andâ" You finally drew your attention to him and noticed he was holding back his laugh. His expression was too obvious for you. "Andâ oh God I'm kinda feel bad for this"
You also put down your spoon and raising one of your eyebrow. You were ready to hear his another unnecessary joke because he never fails you to makes you laugh. "She slipped"Â
This time, it wasn't a laugh that escaped your lungs. Your eyes widened immediately as the words finally rolled out his tongue. He wasn't joking this time. "No.. For real? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"Â
"Godâ she slipped two times. IâI was trying to help herâ" And then thats it. A deep hearty laughter that you haven't heard for a long time and you've missed echoing against your ears. He was never really changed.
"I was trying to help her for real but she shoved me away andâ she slipped again" He trying to explain everything with his hands between his laughter. The next second he got up from his seat and trying to demonstrate how the girl slipped.Â
"She was likeâ slipped or tripped over her own feet before falling down against the floor. Her expression was likeâ" He then widened his eyes and leaving his mouth wide open before finally bursting out into another laugh. Your giggles also turned into a loud laugh because of his silly expression.
Baekhyun went back to his seat beside you still half laughing. Your fingers immediately went to his arm, clutching into him tightly while your forehead rested against his shoulder for a support because you were the person who had to clinging into something when you laugh and he knew it since high school time. The laughter last long for about two minutes because your boy keep making a sound that escaped his lips when he was trying to stop his laughter.
And when Baekhyun's arm draped around your waist, your laugh suddenly died down and you shifted away from him slowly hoping he wouldn't notice. No. You didn't like the way he touched you because his touch is burning and lingering a little longer against your skin. No.Â
Both of you continued to eat in silence. Only the voice of the news anchor against the tv break the silence in a steady tone. Baekhyun hold his spoon between his fingers on the right hand meanwhile his thumb on the other hand busy scrolling through his phone. You were done with your food and took a glance against him. His eyes was focused on the screen with his mouth still chewing.
This isn't the first time you've spent your dinner time with Baekhyun. It would always end up with him rested his head on your lap with your fingers playing with his hair or simply brushed it away from his eyes and listening to him babbling for an hour before drifted off into a slumber. A sight of him sleeping never fails to warm your heart.
You grab the remote tv and tore your gaze away from him into the screen. Switching the channel up and down hoping you would find some movies worth to watch. But instead of finding a movie to watch, you found him stood up abruptly with his eyes still locked to his phone.
"What happened? You alright?"
"Malia.. She accidentally eating something with a peanut in it. IâI should go check on her she's in a hospital right now"
Malia. Malia. Malia. That was the name you heard for the first time exactly one year ago right after the music festival was held. She was pretty. Prettier than you, you admitted that. She was also a clever one. Then you found out that you and her are in the same major. And you didn't really remember how this Malia girl become a lot closer to your friend. They started to hanging out multiple times after that. You? Of course you didn't mind at all.
Also you noticed that Malia trying so hard to be your friend and started to ask anything about him. What he likes, how is his type, what did he do in his spare time. You? You answered all of her questions because you didn't see that coming.Â
"Oh.. Okay then" He was rushing into his room to grab some hoodie and a car key when you stood up as well. This is the first time you saw him so worried again over someone after a long time. He took multiple steps quickly towards the door without even looking at you and saying another words.Â
You didn't. You didn't see that coming until you saw it with your on eyes on Tuesday afternoon. You were beyond excited because you finally found the book that he recommended to you last month. You couldn't hold your smile that keep creeping into your lips as your feet dragged you towards his dorm. You typed the pass code lock as fast as you can and rushed inside.
You were expecting that he would probably sleeping or gaming in his room but you were wrong. Him, Baekhyun, was kissing a girl on the lips lovingly against the couch. Malia. She was sitting right on his lap with her fingers disappeared somewhere against his hair. Baekhyun, he even had both of his eyes closed enjoying the sparks between two of them. And it was also the time you feel a weird feeling that you couldn't describe. A heartbreak? What for?Â
Deep inside, you know this is so wrong. You were just his friend and you didn't have the rights to controlling him thats why avoiding him for a while sounds like the best solution. He was in his happiest state with her, Malia. What kind of friend you are if you dare to take his smile and happiness away?
You weren't expecting that when Baekhyun rushed back in towards the living room where you still haven't moved a bit from your position. His eyes filled with concern when it drifted against yours. "IâI'll be back in an hourâ"
"I'll just leave as well, Baekhyun. I'm going home tomorrow. I'll clean this up and leave right after" You turned your head against him. Answering quietly because you were unsure why it suddenly become so hard to speak.Â
He simply nodded and you watched his back disappearing from your sight so quickly. Now you could feel your eyes burning hot. Your fingers when to your chest because it feels like it so hard to breathe. You closed your eyes trying to control your breathing because oh fuck you loved this boy but it was too late. Its all too late for now. You have lied to your feelings for a long time. And that was also the time you realized, he is already beyondâ your reach.
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