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goldentournesol · 4 years ago

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Be Careful What You Wish For

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

The one where Spencer gets exactly what he wished for, but it isn’t necessarily for the best.

Length: 5k

A/N: this is based off of maybe one of the best requests i have ever received, thank you so much anon, your request really got my creative juices going! also i combined this request with another one, too <3 (angst, just straight up, with happy ending tho)

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The sun was shining against the glass windows of the car. The sunset was so beautiful with its melting and merging colors, Y/N wished it lasted longer so she could watch it. It’d been feeling like beautiful moments were few and far between lately.

No one ever said being in a relationship was easy, but she’d never expected to drift this far from Spencer. She couldn’t exactly place the moment at which the descent of their relationship began, if she was being honest. One day, they’d be happy, smiling, full of love and life. And then the next, waves of darkness and despair would appear. They weren’t even the kinds of waves that would disappear with the shining sun. No, they were there to stay and fuel the storm that continues to rage on.

Today was one of those days. To be fair, the whole team was struggling, but Spencer had taken Morgan’s departure a little harder than everyone else. It was understandable, of course. Derek was a staple in Spencer’s life for so long. However, for a man who’s seen and been through so many losses, he sure was terrible at dealing with them. Spencer’s tendency to keep things bottled up had definitely been affecting the overall health of their relationship. In fact, it has been the root of a lot of their arguments lately. Y/N just wanted him to let her in, let her help him and she was willing to wait however long it takes. Spencer on the other hand grew more and more snappy, irritable, and private with each passing day.

When they were at work, they tried their best to avoid each other so as to not get on each other’s nerves. Their fights usually didn’t turn into screaming matches, but they both had a track record of saying things they don’t mean. Hurtful things. Turns out profilers are fantastic at rubbing salt into open wounds.

Ever since they began dating, Spencer took the subway less, opting for car rides with Y/N. Sometimes she’d drop him off, other times they’d spend the rest of the day at each other’s houses. She enjoyed driving him around, at first he was never too picky with the music she played, but later on, his music began to overtake hers. It never bothered her, in fact, she took it as a sign of him being vulnerable and sharing parts of himself.

The days where car rides once filled with joyous singing and laughter were coming to a shocking halt. The silence nowadays was almost always louder than the music they used to play. Even small talk felt like too much of a burden sometimes.

“Should I just drop you off at your place? Or do you wanna come over to mine? I still have some of that lasagna you liked in the fridge.” She asked softly as they slowed down into traffic. Rush hour in DC was never fun.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just have whatever’s at my place.” Spencer was being curt with his responses. Thus, the warning signs began flashing in her head.

“Are you sure? We can even pick something up from that one grocery store on our way home, something that goes well with the lasagna. I don’t mind cooking today.” She offered, hoping he wouldn’t shut her out like he usually did.

He shook his head, keeping his voice eerily level and his gaze was set on the road in front of him, “I just really wanna be home, Y/N.”

She nodded and whispered, “Okay.”

A short silence ensued as traffic began to thin out. Cars that were stuck bumper to bumper were beginning to move.

“Is this about Derek leaving?” She asked tentatively. He sighed and pursed his lips in response so she continued, “You know he said he was always a phone call away.”

“I don’t want to talk about that.” Spencer said shortly, gazing out the window.

“You never want to talk about anything.” She said defeatedly, the car beginning to move freely on the road.

“Yeah, well maybe that’s true. Or maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.” Spencer spat, clearly growing impatient.

“Fine, don’t talk to me then. But talk to someone, anyone! Hell, talk to Derek himself. Tell him you hate him for leaving or whatever you’re feeling, but don’t take out your anger and unresolved feelings out on me, okay? I don’t deserve that! Everyday I try to get you to talk to me, but it seems like with every little step I take forward, you take two steps back. And it’s exhausting. It is fucking exhausting, Spencer.” She frowned, tears welling up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

“I didn’t ask you for that! I didn’t ask for you to be my personal therapist. If I wanted to see a therapist, I would have gone to see one!” Spencer gestured wildly with his hands as he spoke.

“Spencer, in a relationship, we’re supposed to confide in one another. It’s supposed to be comforting. I don’t want to be your therapist, I just want you to talk to me!” She unconsciously began to press on the pedal, perhaps in an attempt to reach a destination quicker. He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Relationship? You call this a relationship? We can barely stand to be in the same room together, Y/N.”

“And that’s why we talk it out. No relationship is ever perfect! You should know that, Spencer!” She shrieked, gripping the steering wheel in frustration.

“That’s not true. What I had with Maeve was perfect until it was ruined.” He uttered.

“Maeve?!” She squealed incredulously, “Really?! What you had with Maeve was perfect?! Spencer, what you had wasn’t real like us! You spoke to her over the phone once a week! You wrote to her in letters, where you have time to-to think and to respond! It isn’t like real life, it isn’t like you and me! What we have is real! I-I’ve lived with you, I’ve seen you torn to pieces, I’ve seen you laugh until you cry. That’s the you I fell in love with, not some fantasy I created of you over the phone!” She spoke but the words were garbled between incoming sobs that she was frantically wiping the remnants of off her cheeks. The same sobs she’d tried so hard to suppress. She was barely aware of the words that came out of her mouth.

“If what I had with Maeve wasn’t real, then why do I wish she were the one here with me instead of you?!” Spencer defended, unaware of how sharp his words were or how deeply they’d wounded her.

Her breath hitched in her throat, taking her already blurry vision off of the road in front of her to face him, “What?” She whispered brokenhearted, but the utterance was immediately swallowed by the unmistakable, earsplitting sound of metal clashing violently against metal. They had no choice but to succumb to the inundating darkness that rapidly overtook them both.

***

Spencer woke with a violent start and sat up in his own bed. He sighed in relief when he realized it was just a dream and it was morning again. Turning his head to look at the left side of the bed where she usually slept, he expected to find her there and was taken by surprise when she wasn’t. He rubbed at his face and eyes vigorously before hearing some clattering in the kitchen. With long strides he saw a blurry figure in the kitchen making coffee and walked towards it.

He sighed in relief, “Hey, there you are. I just had the worst dream.” He huffed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck in his half-asleep state.

“Hey, good morning, lovebug.” She smiled and turned around to hug him tightly.

Something felt off. Something wasn’t right.

He’d heard that voice before. He pulled back from the hug and was met by…

It wasn’t Y/N. It was Maeve.

Spencer could barely control his expression as complete bone-stilling shock washed over his entire being, “M-Maeve?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong, honey? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She said, a kind smile resting upon her features. If Spencer wasn’t so shocked, he’d probably have laughed at the absurd truth of that statement. Maeve brought her hand up to his forehead, “Are you feeling okay?”

He didn’t even have time to be confused before he jerked back quickly at the touch of her hand, “I-uh, uh...I’m not feeling too g-good. Um...what’s happening?” He mumbled, rubbing at his eyes again, almost like they’d be polished and he’d see more clearly. But when he opened his eyes again, she was still there. Right in front of him. There was no light emitting from behind her, she was totally opaque. It was eerily real.

Her face was full of color and life and she was dressed in one of his cardigans over her own set of matching pajamas. She was moving and...alive. And speaking to him. What is happening right now?

“But y-you’re...how are you here right now? Am I still dreaming? Am I...Maeve, am I dead?” Spencer shook his head in an attempt to wake back up.

She began to laugh and pulled out a chair for him to sit on, and so he did, still staring up at her in disbelief, “No, baby, you’re very much alive. You’re probably just still confused from whatever nightmare you had. Here, have some water.”

“Y-yeah, yeah, confused. Um, what day is it?” Spencer began to pat on his chest to make sure he was solid and alive.

She looked at him curiously at his strange behavior, “It’s April 5th, 2016.”

April 5th? Derek left the BAU near the end of March. A light bulb went off in his head.

The BAU!

They’d have all the answers. He shot up from his seat immediately, “I uh, have to get to work.” Spencer rushed to his bedroom to get dressed.

As he’s dressing, he spots a picture frame on his bedside table. He knows the picture by heart, it was of him and Y/N in the pumpkin patch last year. He’d had his arms tightly wound around her shoulders and was kissing her cheek. The leaves were the most colorful they’d ever been. He picked it up and almost dropped it immediately like it had burned his skin. It was the same picture.

But Y/N was nowhere to be seen. In her place was Maeve.

No, no, no. This isn’t right.

Spencer began to panic as he buttoned up his shirt, he threw on his cardigan and practically flew out the door. In the distance, he could hear Maeve in the background calling out for him to drink his coffee before leaving.

The train ride to work was truly a test of his patience. He couldn’t keep his knee still and checked his watch religiously. After the train stopped, was the first one off and ran as fast as his poor feet could take him. He stopped running when he got to the FBI Headquarters as to not alarm anyone, but raced to the sixth floor anyway.

As he opened the glass doors he searched frantically for any familiar face, “Garcia!” He yelled as he spotted her bright yellow clad figure across the bullpen. He pushed through tired agents and messy desks to get to her. Everything else was the same, the office was just as he remembered it.

“Good morning, boy wonder! How are you today?” She smiled graciously, holding a few files in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked impatiently. She pulled her brows together.

“Do you mean Y/N...Y/L/N?” She asked slowly, as if trying to recall her name.

“Yes, of course I mean Y/N Y/L/N. Who else would I be talking about?” Spencer asked, once again losing more of his patience.

“No, I haven’t seen her, to be honest. I don’t see much of the White-Collar Crime division up here unless Hotch asks for them. Why do you need Y/N? Is she okay?” Garcia casually answered, as if her answer hadn’t turned his world--this world--whatever the hell he was experiencing upside down.

“White-Collar crime? No, that can’t be right.” Spencer muttered to himself as his brain raced a million miles a second.

“Reid, is everything alright? Is there a possible case? Should I tell Hotch?” Garcia asked, but Spencer was barely listening.

He was on his way back to the elevators again, leaving an extremely confused Penelope in his wake. He raced down to the fourth floor, to the White-Collar crime division. As the elevator doors opened, his eyes scanned the crowded floor for her.

“Dr. Reid! It’s nice to see you down here. What can I do for you?” An agent, Agent Seymour, he’s met perhaps once before asked him.

“Hi, yes, I’m um..looking for one of your agents. Agent Y/L/N.” Spencer stuttered, it was weird saying her name so formally. But he had to see it with his own eyes.

“Yes, of course, right this way. I think she just came in.” The agent led him to a desk in the middle of the bullpen and left him, saying that she was probably getting coffee and should be back an second. Spencer looked over her desk and compared it with how her desk at the BAU looked like. Gone were the trinkets and books he’d given her. Gone was the candle she never lit, but kept anyway because she said it smelled like him. It was like staring at a stranger’s desk, so desolate, so...un-special.

“Jeremy, stop. I almost spilled my coffee!” She giggled from behind him. He’d recognize her voice anywhere. He turned to see her and his lungs filled with relief as he spotted her familiar face across the bullpen. There she was, in all her glory. Looking as beautiful as ever. His Y/N. But the relief was ripped away all too suddenly as he watched on. She had her coffee in one hand and the other was swatting a very sheepish looking Jeremy, he assumed.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just missed you.” He spoke, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her lips.

She blushed immediately and shied away, “Jeremy, we’re in the office!” She giggled again and pulled away from him, glancing around the office as if to check if anyone saw the moment of affection. Spencer’s blood boiled before he realized.

She looked so happy.

So much happier than she ever looked when she was with him. His heart sank to his feet and he felt like he was incapable of lifting it back up to its rightful place in his chest. He wondered if this was the universe’s cruel, cruel way of letting him know just how shitty of a boyfriend he’s really been. Fire of envy festered in the place where his heart used to reside. He wasn’t sure if it was jealousy, resentment, or guilt.

It all felt so strange. It felt like there was suddenly way too much pressure in his head. Before he could begin to compute the events unfolding before him, he realized she had spotted him at her desk and was now making her way across the bullpen, separating from her Jeremy. Before he could freak out, she was speaking to him. And all he could focus on was the shape of her lips and the faint memory of how they felt pushing against his.

“Dr. Reid! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?” She asked politely, but Spencer could tell that she was immeasurably confused by his presence, “Does Agent Hotchner need something from the White Collar crimes archives?”

Spencer panicked, “Yes! Um, he does...and um he asked me to ask you s-specifically. That’s why I’m here, heh.” He stammered like the nervous wreck he was and wiped his sweaty palms on the inside of his pockets.

“Okay, that’s no problem. Just tell me the number of the file and I’ll get it for you.” She smiled slightly, setting her cup of coffee down on her desk. At least her coffee order was still the same as it was.

She disappeared for a few moments after he gave her a random sequence of numbers. Spencer wasn’t even sure how his legs were still capable of holding himself up. When she came back and he got a whiff of her perfume, his body completely stilled. He knows that scent like the back of his hand, he’d given it to her for their first anniversary. The fresh scent nearly sent him into anaphylactic shock. He’d accepted the file and scurried back to the sixth floor without another word, once again leaving a confused woman in his wake.

Spencer collapsed at his desk and rubbed his head like it would somehow fix this. Whatever this was. Everyone around him operated so normally and went about their day while he was seconds away from losing his mind.

Was he having a schizophrenic scare? Did his symptoms bleed into his 30’s even though they weren’t supposed to? What was this alternate universe where he’d lost the one good thing he’s ever known? How was he supposed to get back? Did he want to go back? What would happen if he did? Would it be fair for Y/N to stick with him when he knew she would be so much happier with someone else? Would he try harder for her? Would he stop shutting her out? Would the woman he loved so dearly ever love him back?

He must not have ever been deserving of her love and the universe was punishing him in the worst way possible. To have her be within arm’s reach but to never be able to hold her.

Once upon a time, he would have given up anything and everything to be with Maeve, but that was before Y/N. Before she gave him a new life, one he wanted to live. One where waking up wasn’t such a task. One where seeing her smile at him was enough to make him forget about all his worries. But now Y/N looked at him with barely a sliver of recognition. There was no affection or adoration behind those eyes and maybe he deserved that.

But how was this universe expecting him to go on like everything is fine? Like he hadn’t just lost the love of his life? No one else in this warped version of Spencer’s reality was feeling as dejected as Spencer was.

“Reid, are you feeling alright?” The voice of none other than Aaron Hotchner brought him out of his stupor. Spencer had unknowingly been sobbing into his hands for the past few minutes. Hotch was taken aback at the extent of Spencer’s disheveled state.

“H-Hotch, I need to go home. I can’t be here. I’m sorry.” Spencer packed his things and ran out the building before he realized he had nowhere to go. Home wasn’t his home anymore. He couldn’t exactly go back and see his dead girlfriend wandering around his apartment. He couldn’t be at work where Y/N was, so blissfully unaware of the crisis Spencer was in the middle of.

He wandered the streets of DC aimlessly as he tried to reorganize the events in his head and somehow make sense of them. Just a few days ago, he and Y/N had been holding one another on his couch. Sure, they’d been in a rut recently, but they still loved each other. At least that’s what he thought.

He walked and walked, miles on end, keeping his gaze on his feet as he tried to piece bits together. An IQ of 187 and he had absolutely no idea how whatever was happening to him happened. Even the multiple universes theory didn’t have his back. If he was ‘here’, where has ‘here’s’ Spencer gone?

His feet had taken him to the local park, where he and Y/N used to sit under the stars. He found himself reminiscing the times they were together. He saw himself and Y/N in every couple that passed him by. Exhausted, Spencer took a seat on a patch of grass. He buried his face into his hands and tried to relieve himself of the headache he’d developed.

“Hey, mister! Watch out!!” He heard a child yell way too loudly.

Groaning at the volume, he looked up to see the vague shape of a spinning baseball increasing in size as it moved closer….closer. Spencer had no time to react before he was knocked out cold by the baseball.

***

The first thing she’d heard was the incessant beeping of...something next to her. After that, she’d heard faint chatter. The voices sounded familiar but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She whimpered in pain which caught the attention of everyone in the room. The chatter ceased.

“Y/N? Honey, it’s Pen, can you hear me?” A voice called. She fought to open her eyes.

Why was it so hard to open her eyes? It was like they were glued shut. Why did everything hurt? What is that smell?

She made a small noise of agreement to the voice that called, but could not coordinate herself enough to speak or open her eyes.

“Y/N, darling, you’re in the hospital, okay? You were in a car accident.” She spoke softly.

But the words weren’t soft at all. Her words had opened up a Pandora’s box of previously suppressed memories. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. It was hard to breathe as she tried to remember the last moments before the fog. She remembered seeing him so angry, eyes so wild. Who is he? So...so close. She whimpered in pain as she fought the fog away.

Blood.

So much blood.

Pain.

So much pain.

The others watched as she began to writhe against the hospital bed in discomfort. Her eyes snapped open the second she saw his face in her mind, frantically searching the room for him.

Spencer.

“Sp-Sp--” She began, but couldn’t formulate the rest of the word. Exhausted and defeated by the lack of his presence, she lay back on the bed.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Spencer’s...Spencer’s fine, alright? You can’t see him right now, but you will be able to.” Those words were the last thing she heard before she slipped off into a silent slumber.

Hours later, she awoke again. But this time with enough strength to open her eyes immediately. Her limbs felt like they weighed tons, she could barely lift a finger. The room was empty besides a single chair with a blurry figure seated in it.

“Spencer?” She uttered almost inaudibly and the figure moved.

“Hey there. Sorry, I’m not Spencer.” The figure moved closer and she recognized the blonde sheen.

“JJ.” Y/N croaked with relief, happy to see a friend. JJ promptly gave her some water in a cup and adjusted the bed so that she would be able to swallow it.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, taking the cup from Y/N’s trembling hands.

Y/N shook her head imperceptibly, “Is...Spence--is he?” Y/N barely got to finish her thought before the tears settled in.

“No, gosh, no. He’s alive. Thankfully, you both made it out alive.” JJ said with relief, leaning her elbows against the side of her bed. Y/N felt her breathing get easier as she learned of the news. She blinked hard, trying to control the tears, but they just flowed out.

“It’s my fault, JJ.” she paused to take a deep breath and JJ took one of her hands in hers, “I was the one driving. I should have been more careful. I-I was so mad.” She sobbed, the tears escaping.

“Hey, no, it’s alright now. Okay, you’ve both made it out alive, that’s what’s important.” JJ rubbed Y/N’s knuckles.

“W-where is he? I need to see him.” Y/N attempted to sit up but winced from the sharp pain in her side.

“Um..yeah, about that. You can’t really get up yet. You’ve got three broken ribs, a broken leg, and a severe concussion.” JJ delivered the news and Y/N’s tears seemed to flow even harder.

Before she could respond, Hotch, Penelope, and a nurse walked into the room, “Oh, sunshine! It’s so good to see you awake!” Penelope squealed and kissed her wet cheek gently before wiping away her tears. The nurse checked all her vitals and gave her some extra information before she left. Y/N forced a smile and sat back, but something in the room felt heavy.

“What’s going on? What aren’t you guys telling me?” Y/N frowned, staring at her friends. She saw them all exchange a look and Hotch being the most straightforward man she knows decided to deliver the news.

“It’s Spencer. Unfortunately, Spencer’s brain has swelled significantly and doctors don’t know when he’ll wake. It’s already been almost 42 hours since the accident.” Hotch frowned, watching Y/N’s expression turn from a hopeful one into one of the most unbearable expressions of grief.

“Wh--what, what does that mean? Does that mean he’s--is he ever going to wake up?” She began to panic, her heart rate audibly increasing. She squeezed JJ’s hand as hard as she could.

“We can’t be sure yet, the swelling has to go down before doctors can make any claims. It’s still too early to say he’s in a coma, which is a good sign. He’s also been showing steady signs of improvement.” Hotch said and Y/N covered her face to shield herself away from the embarrassment of openly sobbing.

JJ and Penelope both looked at the bruised and broken girl on the bed with tears brimming their eyes, unsure of what to do.

“I have to see him. Please. Please, JJ.” Y/N sobbed, pleading at the woman beside her. JJ looked towards Hotch for guidance.

“I’ll speak with the Doctor and see what I can do.” Hotch nodded once and left the room. Aaron Hotchner was simply a man you couldn’t say no to. Thankfully, this extended to doctors as well. The next time someone came in, they entered with a wheelchair. After many screams and with the help of three nurses and a doctor, they managed to get Y/N into the wheelchair. They rolled her off into Spencer’s room where he lay motionless on a bed just like hers. The sight of him so frail with so many tubes going in and out of his orifices should have overwhelmed her, but she was just so happy to see him breathing. Once again she could barely control her tears as she weakly gripped at the hand that was closest to her. She pressed sloppy, uncoordinated kisses to the back of his hand and pleaded for him to wake.

The sight was overwhelming, even for Hotch. It was difficult to see their two youngest agents fight for their lives.

And for the next two days, this is how it went. Y/N would wake from her slumber, request to see Spencer and would not leave his side unless her Doctor absolutely required her to. She didn’t care about what he’d said to her before the crash, she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. She just wanted him here. She wanted to hear his voice again. What a luxury that was.

Slowly, Spencer began improving. He’d begin to open his eyes but shut them immediately afterwards. He’d make noises, even though they were very garbled, they were very welcome. Y/N would read to him, she’d have any one of their friends bring over his favorite books and she’d pass the time reading to him. It was difficult at first, but she’d improved too.

On the fifth day, he was awake and fully conscious before she even got to his room.

He heard his teammates speaking around him again and what a relief it had been to wake in a hospital bed rather than his own bed. He let out a heavy sigh of relief as they updated him of what happened in the recent days.

It wasn’t real.

None of it was.

Maeve wasn’t there, Y/N was his, no one else’s.

He’d been sure of it when they’d rolled her into his room and near his bed, eyes lit with hope surrounded by healing scrapes and bruises.

“Spence? Spencer!” She exclaimed, “Oh thank God you’re awake.” She whispered trying her hardest to lean towards him on the bed.

Spencer fought to raise his arm to touch her arm, “Y/N? A-are you really here?” He whispered back.

“I’m here baby, I’m here. I’m never leaving you.” She sobbed, leaning her face into his awaiting palm. Spencer’s chest filled with immense relief as his thumbs caught her fallen tears.

“Y/N, wait--Y/N, I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry about what I said. I remember. I didn’t mean it. You’re the one for me. Life is perfect with you.” Spencer frowned as tears of his own raced down his cheeks.

Y/N shook her head, “It’s okay, I don’t care about that anymore. I could have lost you. I-if I had lost you, I would have lost myself Spencer. I love you so much. I love you so much.” She repeated as she kissed the palm of his hand.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

How could he have ever wished to live without this? Without her?

The universe had taught him his lesson and boy was he glad he had learned it.

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saharamae21 · 4 years ago

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Vapor (Part 9)

Hey guys! Sorry this took a bit, but I’ve been really questioning this series since the anon messages came through. It’s a bit short, but I’m going to try to update again before morning.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mention of abduction and murder. Angst.

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I sat on the ferry and thought about what waited for me at home. I thought about my parents and Sydney. I thought about the Pogues and the Kooks. I knew that there was a lot waiting for me at home. I felt the ocean mist me as we went back to the Outer Banks. I got off the ferry and felt the light rainfall against my skin. Everything was exactly the same as before I left, however, I was much different. The children and their families were engraved in the back of my head. I wanted to make the most of my life for them, but how could I? I was so disturbed by everything that had gone on.

I went back home and my dad greeted me at the door, but he wasn’t alone. Ward Cameron was on his way out as I walked up. He said hi to me as he passed and got into his car. Did he tell my dad that Sarah and I weren’t friends anymore? I turned my attention back to my dad at the door and the incredibly worried expression on his face. He pulled me into a hug and told me that he would’ve gone with me. He told me that nothing is more important than how I was feeling. I hugged him and reassured him that I would be fine. I lied to him. I didn’t want my family to know I was spiralling.

I ignored Sydney on my way up to my room and shut the door. I wanted to be alone for a little bit before I faced everything. I needed time to process everything. I sat on my bed and thought about everything that led up to where I am. I thought about becoming a Kook. I thought about the note I left JJ. I thought about the broken families in White Chapel. Everything has led me here. It’s led me to laying in this bed with the constant feeling of suffocation.

I heard my mom come home and decided I should probably greet her. I forced myself up and made my way down the steps. She pulled me into her arms and told me she loved me. She told me how lucky she was to have me in her life still. I could feel her tears seeping into my shirt. I knew that I should’ve felt something in that moment, but I didn’t. I blamed it on how emotionally exhausted I was.

My mom asked me to stay on the main level so she could check up on me while she made dinner. I knew she was worried so I didn’t argue and sat on the couch. I sat there and tried to process everything that’s happened in the past few days. I knew I couldn’t do this on my own, but with everything JJ was going through, how could I ask him for help?

Then a knock interrupted my thoughts. My mom asked me to grab the door, so I went and opened it up. Topper stood in front of me, looking upset. He asked me if I could talk. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe I should tell him about what's going on. I hated him right now, but I really needed someone. I told him that we couldn’t talk inside. I walked out on the step with him and felt the rain brush against me lightly. We were slightly protected by the door, but it wasn’t enough.

“Listen A,” he said. “I’m sorry about the kiss and everything afterwards. I’ve been a huge ass to you and I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

I listened to his sincere apology and even though I hated him right now, I needed someone. He told me how I looked stressed in White Chapel. He told me that he told Sarah the truth. He told me that Rafe was being an ass. He was trying really hard to regain my trust.

“What were you doing in White Chapel anyways? You said it was personal?” he said. I looked at him and tried to find the best way to tell him. I didn’t want to bombard him with my childhood trauma. I wanted to ease him into things.

“Did you hear that they found those missing kids?” I asked. He stared at me, nodding but not following. My voice shook as I continued to talk. “They would’ve been around our age now.” “Adelaide, you don’t need to continue if it’s hard for you,” he said, gently grabbing my arm. I looked at him and shook my head.

“W-when I was 8, I was taken by the man who killed those kids…” I said it, avoiding eye contact. “Lately, I’ve been dreaming. I’ve been having these dreams where I relive those moments and-”

He pulled me into his chest and hugged me. The sudden contact was just enough to trigger tears. I had done such a good job keeping them at bay, but now they flooded out of my eyes. He told me I didn’t have to tell him anymore. He told me that he didn’t know and that I should’ve told him sooner. I cried a little more before separating myself from him.

“I-I didn’t know how to tell you guys about it,” I said. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

He was nodding at me when I heard a voice through the rain. I turned to see JJ, drenched. He was covered in rain and he held a small bouquet in his hand. He looked hurt as he stared at me.

“You told him?” he asked me. He was staring at me like I had just betrayed him in every way possible. “You actually told him? Unbelievable.”

What was I supposed to say to that? He dropped the flowers into the puddle below him and turned his back on me. For some reason, seeing him walk away made me want to chase after him. I felt anger surge through me as I tried to figure out why he was upset. I walked out into the rain and grabbed his arm. “What’s your problem?” I yelled. He had no right to be mad at me right now. He did the exact same thing to me when I needed him most. He ripped his arm away from me as he turned to face me. I could see the anger in his eyes as he turned back to me. It was a look I knew all too well, but this was the first time it was directed at me.

“You told him our secret!” he yelled.

“No, JJ! I told him my secret! It’s not yours or ours! You weren’t taken, I was!” I yelled. He turned his back on me once again, walking away. I wouldn’t let him go without giving him a piece of my mind though. As I walked and yelled, I felt myself hating him for the first time in two years. I listened to him yell at me over his shoulder to stop blaming him. I felt my eyes leak tears as he yelled at me. Never once had I blamed JJ for what I went through. Never once had I told him it was his fault. He always had this twisted thought that I had though and now I remembered the last words he said before we stopped being friends.

“I’m just sick of being blamed for everything that goes wrong in your life.”

“I’m not going to stand here while you blame me for this! Go back to your country club life and your shitty friends and stay the hell away from me!” he yelled, turning around to look at me once more.

“Stop playing the victim here, JJ!” I yelled. “You act like I blame you for everything and that I’m the worst person you’ve ever met! If you’re going to act that way, I don’t know why you reentered my life!”

I felt his hand grab my arm and pulled me closer to him. His other hand placed itself firmly on my cheek. His lips crashed into mine and I could faintly taste the weed that lingered on his lips. My body felt alive by him. This is what I wanted my first kiss to be like, meaningful and passionate. For a moment I even forgot about our argument. I closed my eyes and our lips moved in sync, but it ended all too soon. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Because you were suffering,” he whispered. “You were suffering and I thought I could fix it, but I was wrong…”

I felt my heart break as he moved away from me. He looked at me sadly before making his final statement. I was too shocked to move or go after him, but his words would haunt me more than the nightmares I’ve been having.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave you for good this time.”

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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What if?

Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy x female! reader

Warning: curse words, haymitch kinda being a lil horn dog

Specifics: comedy, romance, angst, one-shot, prompts, pics, race neutral reader

People: haymitch abernathy, president snow

Words: 1,427

Requested: By anon Hello, could you please write something about Haymitch x reader (Hunger Games) ? They're both former winners for their respective districts, longtime friends and they’ve feelings for each other but have never dared to confess anything to the other, with prompt #1: “how much did you drink?”, prompt #11: "you owe me a kiss." and prompt #21: "you’re not very intimidating." Thank you !

Prompts:

1 - “how much did you drink?”

11 - “you owe me a kiss.”

21 - “you’re not very intimidating.”

Authors Note: ooooooooh i love how this one turned out! usually i hate my crappy writing but idk maybe i was overly inspired and i feel this came out actually pretty good imnotgonnalie!!! anywho i feel tho that this love story aint that rlly finished...i might IF YA GIRL GOT TIME i might write a second part to this idk i just IDK I REALLY FRICKIN LOVE THIS!!! i hope u guys do and thnx anon for request and if u guys ever want me to tag u...u know where to find me

You gathered your things, checking your attire as you stepped in front of a mirror.

“I hate these things,” you muttered to yourself as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. You were on your way to a gathering, a party, where it was for the new tributes to the Hunger Games.

Did you want to be there? No.

Did you have to be there? Yes.

You were a fierce mentor for your district. You had to show up, it was needed for the place you were in. People had to see that your district was trying.

As you went over there you saw the invitation. Written in beautiful writing but smelling of a terrible, pungent odor you recognized it as President Snow’s scent.

“Awful smell,” you covered your nose, throwing your invitation in your purse you stared longingly at the window. This will be another time where you would have to be face to face with Haymitch. You two started off as rivals but then eventually turned into longtime good friends. A point in time when you were maturing you two fell out of communication until recently you and Haymitch got back together as if there were never a space between you two. As if there never was a time when you two didn't see each other, it was like old times. Upon seeing him again however sparked something within that didn’t spark when you used to see him when you were younger. He age like fine wine. Becoming more gruff and tough than his youthful days, always leaning towards alcohol.

Why did you have to see him again? You were fine all those years but now you yearned for something stronger. You yearned to see him daily, to express your feelings to him finally, you just wanted him to know the truth before it was too late. You were for once in your life terrified. You’ve been through the Hunger games, yet love scared you more than death.

You arrived and stepped into the building. There were some old faces and some new but most of the people there were all fake. They wore a mask, a facade to agree with the Capital. You were not about that lifestyle. You believed everyone was entitled to their own opinion, they deserved a voice, a say.

You were alone admiring the decor, noticing a few things here and there, like the way the glitter sparkled when the light hit it, or how the light blonde hair flew by like a feather against the bedazzled, sparkly background.

“Wait blonde hair?”

As you looked to see who it was the person knocked into you almost sending you flying back into the bar but you caught the other and yourself just in time. “Hey what the he*l?”

“Don’t use that tone with me...young....lady,” Haymitch sorta slurred as he stood up straight, holding the glass cup to his lips. He was about to take a swig of his drink but he paused and squinted at you. “My you’re beautiful...who are you again?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course Haymitch was drunk, when was he never. You placed your hands on your hip, you were almost like a parent to him sometimes. However, the feelings that rested within you did not leave or escape instead they made a home in your heart, rooting its way within your very veins. This was going to be impossible.

“Hello to you to Haymitch. I’m your worst nightmare.”

“Nooooooooooo,” Haymitch patted his lips with his finger as if thinking, “thats not it. You’re someone special, god I feel like I know you.”

“Are you serious Haymitch? Thats because you do know me! I’m y/n l/n! Remember?”

Haymitch was calm for a few seconds but then his eyes widened and a smile took onto his face. “See now I remember you, just took me a few minutes but I still got it. When you were younger you used to make me pins to wear every time we met, got any for me this time?”

You chuckled, unbelieving to you that he still thought about those minuscule gifts that you gave him so many years ago. “No not this time.”

Haymitch tried walking forward but he almost fell onto a group of people. He was swaying back and forth. “These parties are a pain in the as*.

“Tell me about it.”

Haymitch cackled as he tried taking another drink from his alcohol. You grabbed onto his arm to stop him. “Let go of me y/n.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“NO! Give me that,” you took the cup away from him and he tried grabbing it from you but you chugged the rest down.

Haymitch glared at you, “you b*tch.”

“B.I.T.C.H Beautiful Intelligent Talented Charming and Hot yeah i know. Now lets go get you sitting down so you don’t hurt yourself.” You guided Haymitch into a quiet room as you tried sitting him down. He moved out of the way and instead started to dance a little. His eyebrows wiggled as he bit his lip, “is this where you have fun with me and we moan so loud the rest of the bastar*s can hear us?”

“How much did you drink?”

“Enough to make me even forget why I’m here.”

“I can see that, wow.” You sat on the edge of the bed and Haymitch plopped himself beside you. You smiled up at him. His face made you reminisce, made you think about memories. Back then he was such an important person in your life.

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time? Go back to when we were wild teenagers?”

You shrugged, “sometimes I do and then sometimes I don’t. My life is full of responsibilities now and so is yours. We are mentors now, its our job and duty to make sure these kids succeed.”

“You always were the serious type,” he scoffed.

“I was always the calm and reliable one, while you were off lying down with every girl and drinking every drink.”

Haymitch smiled as he thought about the past, “do you remember that one time me and you went to the lake and swam all night? The water was just perfect and the moon was so god dam* big I thought it was about to fall on us. Do you remember when our bodies met and touched? All wet, your lips perfect, our hearts beating fast as we got closer and closer to each other almost meeting. We almost but then...you stopped. You owe me a kiss.”

Trying to get his words out of your mind you pushed him back so he could lay down. “I think you are way too drunk.” You were bashful.

Haymitch caught your arm and stared directly into your orbs, the windows to your soul. “Y/n, why did you stop?”

You clenched your hands into fists as you fought to stay in eye contact. “I was scared. We were young and I didn’t know if I would ever see you again. Then we just drifted apart. We’re grown up. Its time to forget about the past.”

Haymitch sat up so his forehead rested against yours, “how can I forget about the past when you were there? How can I not look forward to the future when you are here in the present?”

His collar shriveled up as you gripped onto it with all your might. “Haymitch you’re making this too difficult for me.” You inched closer and closer, wanting his lips. Wanting to finally connect.

“Then how about I make it easy for you and shut you up already.” He crept closer and closer until you rested your head against his shoulder, “I should probably go.”

Haymitch heaved a heavy sigh. He thought he was finally getting to you. He thought the pain of not being together was over. All he wanted was you and that kiss.

“It was nice seeing you Haymitch, hopefully we can stay in touch. Now you stay here for a while, get better.” You grabbed all your things and were about to leave the room when Haymitch says, “next time. Next time, I’ll get ya. Just you watch. I’ll make sure I’ll kiss you and I know for a fact you will end up kissing me.”

You raised your brow, “You’re not very intimidating.”

“I’m not?”

You opened the door and taking a final glance of your past and present lover you thought of the what if. What if you did kiss? What would have happened?

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lovelyirony · 7 years ago

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Hey so if Bruce can smell the crazy on Loki what can he smell on the Avengers? Does he have to avoid our dear Bucket Barn and Tiny Star when their trauma smells so strong it would make him Hulk out in anger on their behalf? Do JARVIS and the bots have a smell? The public needs answers. -teahusbands anon.

hey you got the ask!!! and i love the idea that bruce has a heightened sense of smell, and so without hesitation, here it is:

Bruce had always had a more sensitive nose, but now with Hulk? It was like the worst/best nose ever. He could smell everything. Which was okay. Not really. But hey. He was on the run most of the time, so it wasn’t like he was focused on his sense of smell.

The Avengers have some of the strongest…auras? He wants to say auras. Scents. That makes a lot more sense.

The first person he smells is Natasha. She smells like the first snowfall, metal, and just the softest hint of flowers. He doesn’t trust her. She’s terrified of him; not just the Hulk. Usually if people know about the Hulk, they are scared. But more of “hey let’s just follow the rule that says I’m going to pretend to act normal around you.” But she…Natasha Romanoff is tense. He can smell it coming off in waves.

He has a little bit of a test with her. She says she came alone. Bruce doesn’t know why she’s lying to him, or trying to. He could see the glints of rifles pointed at him the moment he was left alone in the house. So he lets loose his anger a little bit. Mainly because Ms. Romanoff is trying to get him to come to SHIELD over a cosmic cube? Something they picked up. No matter what she says, there’s nothing that can convince him that SHIELD only wants him for the brain he has.

No one has ever just wanted Bruce Banner. They always want more. He’s accepted it.

The next person he meets (and sniffs) is Steve Rogers. Living legend. He…smells like old books. Gunpowder. Crisp fall air. It’s not a bad smell. Bruce finds that Steve is saying that the fact that Bruce is trying to find the cube is the only thing he cares about.

It’s a nice sentiment, probably a lie.

The next is Tony Stark.

He’s overwhelming. He smells like a car garage, the inside of a new car, and the strong smell of metal after rain. His personality is…strong. Bruce is curious.

Of course, there’s Thor. After the whole “fight in a forest thing” that Cap, Thor, and Iron Man were all in. It brings Loki, whose scent of a quiet forest, flames, and linen seeps through everything.

Even if it’s nicer, Bruce hates how sick it makes him feel. The grin on his face. Loki is just waiting to set the Hulk off. He turns away, putting his own shirt to his face in order to smell something different.

Thor smells like linen, an open field, and the sea. He smells the best out of everyone.

Bruce doesn’t trust easily. Not even the people who treat him like they’d treat anyone else. But the person he doesn’t trust above all is Director Nick Fury. The man smells like gunpowder as well, but it’s sharper. There’s added notes of leather and oddly enough, oranges. It’s jarring.

Of course, they do have a Hulk container. All-you-can-stay. If you get out of line, you might even get dropped! Bruce loves people. Always so fucking inventive. They think they can kill him–kill the Hulk.

That’s adorable, honestly.

When Tony Stark falls from the sky like an angel damned, Hulk can smell it. He can smell acceptance, the fading of rain-scented metal and garages. He panics. He can’t–will not die. Not today.

He meets Clint as they’re sending Loki up to Asgard prison. Clint smells like a coffee shop, lilacs, and bacon. It’s…odd. But Bruce thinks he’s nice, for the most part. Nearly trips on their way to eat. It’s funny.

The Avengers start living together. They all say it’s for the missions.

It’s not.

They start acting more like a…family. Their scents start intermingling. Bruce enjoys the new experiences.

Except when trauma or nightmares hit. Scent tends to spike.

Natasha and Clint tend to stay away, but they have scents that could probably be smelled from the other side of the building. They smell so strong that Bruce gets headaches. He has to lay down and put some other scent just under his nose. Snowfall and lilacs intermingle, pounding into Bruce’s head.

No one knows about it. Bruce never says anything.

Tony’s scent is the worst out of all of them. Mainly because Bruce? He couldn’t always tell with Tony. Sometimes Bruce would nearly stagger at the scent of Tony because it was so distressed and Tony?

He looked completely fine.

Bruce had to lie down. He felt bad. But beforehand, he made tea for Tony.

Bucky Barnes, when he comes to the tower, is a whole other bag of crazy. His mind is so messed up someone could probably market a damned jigsaw puzzle out of it. There are conflicting scents–the scent of hard candy, newspapers, and apples spike with the smell of gun oil, smoke, and electricity.

This is how they find out that Bruce can sniff things. “Cool,” Clint says. “What do I smell like?”

“Lilacs, bacon, and coffee.”

“Lilacs are weird, but the others are spot on! Nice!” Bruce nods.

“I need to…lie down.” Then he faints. This causes general panic. Bruce is surprised when he wakes up.

Bucky is nice about it. He doesn’t really stay too near Bruce. He remains calm. Bruce says that Bucky doesn’t have to regulate himself around Bruce. Bucky smiles.

“I have to regulate myself around everyone, doll.”

Bruce shouldn’t feel flustered.

(He so is.)

Bruce continues his life. Nothing much has changed. He just ignores everything once again, makes self-deprecating jokes to himself less now that Tony can hear them and scientifically refute them, (how the hell he does it, Bruce has no clue,) and Bruce also finds out that Clint doesn’t know how to make actual coffee.

“You…you just use instant coffee?” Bruce asks. He feels like he’s going to faint again. Clint shrugs.

“Tastes the same, right?”

“….no.”

Natasha whacks Bruce’s head when Clint starts singing about his French Vanilla coffee.

“You’ve created a monster.”

“Glad to know this one’s only fueled by coffee and not by rage.” Natasha smirks, getting her own cup. Bruce realizes that the smell of flowers is coming on stronger on her. It’s nice.

Bucky is still a mystery. He’ll come into the labs to see what Bruce is working on. He says he likes science. Bruce shrugs and shows him to synthesize stuff and make everything look about ten times cooler.

“You like him,” Natasha says in French.

“You are talking like you are a matchmaker,” Bucky returns back in Russian. “Stop it, Yente.”

“You know that’s not the term for matchmaker.”

“Yet you answer to it. How strange.”

Bucky isn’t wrong. Natasha likes playing matchmaker. That’s mainly how she has fun without breaking laws. Mostly.

He does think their resident “I’m not a doctor, but let me take care you” Dr. Banner is cute. His hair is fluffy. The jawline is nice. He’s a very nice man. Always quiet, respectful, but goddamn that man has a sense of humor. Bucky always laughs when he’s around.

Bruce thinks that the scent that Bucky has–the hard candy, the newspapers, and apples comes through more and more. It’s by far his favorite scent. Not that he’s telling Tony that, because then Tony will try to match Bucky and Bruce together.

In the end, however, it’s Bucky who initiates it. Bruce had gone to a science conference, Bucky as the security. “I don’t need security,” Bruce says. “I’m my own security.”

“Consider me insurance,” Bucky says. “Besides, you could get kidnapped. You wouldn’t transform because you could injure people.”

“Damn your common sense,” Bruce remarks. Bucky snorts.

They’re on a plane when Bruce is looking at the sun setting. He looks quite pretty with the soft orange highlighting his face.

“How the hell are you so handsome?” Bruce turns around. Bucky realizes he said this out loud. “You were not supposed to hear that.”

“And if I don’t mind it?”

“Dinner after your conference? My hotel room?”

“Don’t put bell peppers on the pizza and I’m all yours.”

#scent au #anyway bruce and bucky are cute #i love them #i made this into a ship and i love them #bruce has an edgy sense of humor #teahusbands anon #bruce banner #bucky barnes #what do u call this ship #i'm calling it gammasoldier #b-squared?#i don't know

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southsidestory · 7 years ago

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#across the stars (a wank wars story)

SUMMARY: Across the Stars dramatizes the story of the real life Skywalker clan, and fans of the show have built a legion of fractured followers across social media. Ben Solo goes by @mynameiskyloren, and his dealings with Rey, aka his rival fandom leader @jakkujunkrat, bring more than his true identity to light.

NOTES: This is the Star Wars social media fic that absolutely no one asked for. At best I can call this romantic crack with a dose of seriousness, and at worst the result of my brain weasels. Either way, it’s somewhat of an ode to tumblr and its crazy. If this isn’t a dumpster fire, please let me know! (PS my awesome husband helped me brainstorm for this, the evil genius.)

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a long time ago in a fandom far, far away...

WANK

WARS

EPISODE VIII

ACROSS THE STARS

It is a period of civil war. Fans of popular historical holodrama ACROSS THE STARS squee over the Skywalker family legacy. The show’s three arcs, Republic, Rebellion, and Resistance, have earned critical acclaim and a legion of followers. In the wait between Seasons 7 and 8, WANK WARS fueled by boredom have gripped the fandom as they never have before.

The FIRST ORDER disparages AtS for its failure to dramatize the real Skywalkers' lives with historical accuracy after Season 3. @thesupremeleader, a BNF known only as Snoke, instigates drama whenever the fandom threatens to settle down.

But @mynameiskyloren, Snoke’s loyal devotee, is keeping his true identity hidden from the fandom. It’s only a matter of time before his dealings with @jakkujunkrat draw him away from the First Order, and he makes enemies of his former friends...

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15 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

Look @mynameiskyloren I really don’t care about the historical accuracy of seasons 4-7. Most of us are here to have fun, to write fic and make art and shitpost about our favorite characters. You and your anti brigade need to get off your high tauntauns and face facts: Across the Stars prioritizes good storytelling over everything else. If you can’t accept that maybe you should move your ass along to another fandom instead of harassing the people who are here to celebrate something we love. I mean, this is a holodrama. Don’t you have anything better to do than fight over a piece of fiction???

#ats #wank wars #first order bs #fuck you very much

mynameiskyloren

You’re a hypocrite @jakkujunkrat. You’re arguing over a holodrama too, so you must not have anything better to do either.

And in case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t just fiction. These are real people’s lives being portrayed for mass consumption. Seasons 1-3 dealt in facts, and it still managed to draw all of us in, so don’t feed me that shit line that following real events doesn’t make for a good story.

Just be honest: you’re here to ship Han and Leia, and you don’t care what their marriage is like irl as long as you get their perfect love story in AtS. Maybe YOU should gtfo and find somewhere else to fangirl.

Or you know, just stick to scavenging, since that’s probably all you’re good at.

#ats #hanleia shippers are the worst #and jakkujunkrat is their queen #fuck you too sweetheart

fn-1337

Calm down, mynameisasshole. Dragging Rey’s real life into a fandom fight is a dick move. Especially since your privileged ass probably doesn’t know the first thing about the kind of hard work Rey does every day. So sit down and shut up.

#wank wars #first order bs #leave my friend alone

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14 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

unpopular opinion: Yav Korren is a good-looking man and a great actor, but he is not as hot as the real Ben Solo.

#ben solo #my husband #apologies to yav #but otherwise sorrynotsorry #all these candids of ben cropping up on my dash are fucking me up #han and leia made the best looking son #they have good genes

starfleet-ace

lmao someone is thirsty. that’s an unpopular opinion for a reason, rey. you know i love you, but we’re gonna have to agree to disagree on that one. back me up @fn-1337

#yav korren is almost as hot as my boyfriend

fn-1337

Sorry baby, no can do. I’m with Rey on this one.

#<3 #ily poe

jakkujunkrat

Ben Solo is boyfriend goals. Fight me.

#we appreciate ben solo in this house #don’t come on my lawn and disparage my man #ben solo

themaidofstarkiller

Sorry @jakkujunkrat, it’s gross enough to ship real people, but openly talking about a 19-year-old celebrity child like he’s a piece of meat takes it to the next level. You’re really something else. Am I right, or am I right @therealhux @mynameiskyloren

#RPF is the stuff of nightmares #creeping on a real kid is even worse

therealhux

100% correct, Phasma. I couldn’t agree more.

mynameiskyloren

I hate to ever support @jakkujunkrat, but I don’t think it’s fair to criticize her just for having a celebrity crush. Who the hell doesn’t?

And she’s right about Ben Solo. Definitely better looking than Yav Korren.

jakkujunkrat

@themaidofstarkiller I’m 18, which I have plastered across the top of my blog. You stalk me too much not to already know that, so you can stfu with pulling Ben Solo’s age like it’s a receipt.

and kylo… did you just defend me??

#is the sky falling?

mynameiskyloren

Don’t get used to it, junkrat.

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13 days before the Season 8 premiere

thesupremeleader

Just a reminder to the First Order that I have a zero tolerance policy for talking to Resistance fans.

I’m not going to call you out, but you know who you are.

#stay away from the resistance #if you want to keep your place on the right side of this fandom

therealhux

There’s no accounting for taste these days.

#not that I would expect better from the fan in question #he has so much trouble following the rules #like a toddler

mynameiskyloren

@therealhux if you have something to say to me, go ahead and say it.

#vagueposts are for cowards

therealhux

I just did. Or did you miss it with that goldfish attention span of yours?

#don’t see you calling thesupremeleader a coward

mynameiskyloren

Fuck you.

therealhux

So eloquent.

thesupremeleader

I don’t think you have room to further alienate your allies right now, Kylo. You’re on thin ice.

#get it together

mynameiskyloren

sorry @thesupremeleader

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: finn, are you seeing this?

fn-1337: you mean mynameisasshole taking heat from the first order BNFs? yeah i’m seeing it, and it tastes like sweet sweet comeuppance.

jakkujunkrat: i know i shouldn’t, but i feel kind of bad for him. he’s getting roasted by snoke and hux just for being nice to me. do you think i should say something?

fn-1337: rey. are you kidding me? this is the guy who’s been giving you hell for *four* years. remember that time he left a nasty review on your post-canon fic? he called it what… “repetitive and trite”?

jakkujunkrat: okay. good point. he can fend for himself.

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12 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

This is the worst selfie in the world, but here you go. My sunburned face in all its glory.

#it me #forgive me for dirtying your dash with this

themaidofstarkiller

You should change your handle to jakkuleatherface. Or buy some sunscreen.

#she’s going to look 50 when she’s 30 #jakkujunkrat

therealhux

No wonder you’re single @jakkujunkrat

#I knew that someone that bitchy couldn’t be pretty

fn-1337

Don’t listen to a word these shitheads are saying, Rey. You’re beautiful.

#say one more word and i will drag you guys to hell and back

starfleet-ace

hux: i don’t think your pasty ginger ass gets to talk about anyone else’s looks

phasma: you’re as pretty on the outside as you are on the inside. which is to say ugly af

rey: you’re stunning, and they’re just jealous.

#you guys are really reaching here

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

fn-1337: Rey? You okay?

jakkujunkrat: yeah. i’m fine. just don’t really wanna talk right now.

fn-1337: all right, peanut. let me know if you need me. i’m here all night.

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JAKKUJUNKRAT INBOX - ask me whatever as long as it’s nice

Anonymous

Hey. I’m really sorry to see all the hate you’re getting about your selfie. I hope this isn’t creepy coming from anon, but… I just want you to know that you’re really pretty, and those guys are being assholes. It’s got nothing to do with the way you look. They’d say the same thing to any Resistance fan.

jakkujunkrat

Thanks, nonny. I really needed to hear that.

And thank you @starfleet-ace and @fn-1337 for being awesome. You guys are the best friends a girl could ask for.

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11 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

I need to take a break from fandom for a little while. Real life is catching up with me, and the rig I’ve put together to even get a slow shitty connection to the holonet is breaking down. I need to put my scavenger hat on and do some maintenance.

See you guys in a few days.

#it’s just a brief hiatus #i promise i’m not ghosting #personal

fn-1337

Take care, peanut. <3

#best friend #see you soon rey

therealhux

Maybe with the queen gone the peasants will settle down.

bee-bee-ate

I have a finger to point at you @therealhux. Here is a clue: it is not the index or the pinky, or the ring or the thumb. It’s the one you put up when you don’t give a fuck. :D

#choke bitch

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10 days before the Season 8 premiere

fn-1337

Look, all I’m saying is that old!Han and old!Leia’s actors absolutely killed it in Season 7, and I can’t wait to see what they do in Season 8.

#my dash is flooded with promo photos of my OTP #and all I want to do is write HanLeia #ONLY TEN MORE DAYS

mynameiskyloren

Newsflash: your OTP is separated irl. Kills the romance a little doesn’t it?

If Season 8 is full of the same used romantic tropes that 4-7 was full of idk if I’m even going to stick around for it.

#god i hate this fandom #fuck the resistance

fn-1337

I’ve never prayed harder for used romantic tropes in my life.

#mynameisasshole strikes again #and for the record i only ship HanLeia in AtS #not irl #wank wars #first order bs

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9 days before the Season 8 premiere

JAKKUJUNKRAT INBOX - ask me anything mean and you’ll be blocked

Anonymous

Hi. I know you said you were going to be gone for a little while, but I was just wondering if there’s an ETA on when you might be back? The fandom is pretty boring without you, junkrat.

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PRIVATE MESSAGING

jakkujunkrat: ...did you send me that anon?

mynameiskyloren: no. if i have something to say to you i’ll say it to your face

jakkujunkrat: come off it, kylo. nobody calls me just “junkrat” but you. i’m “rey” to everybody in the resistance, and first order idiots would never send me anything that nice.

jakkujunkrat: kylo? you there?

mynameiskyloren: i’m here

jakkujunkrat: well. you sent it, right?

mynameiskyloren: yeah i did. but i can explain

jakkujunkrat: explain being decent to me? yeah that’s gonna require a fucking thesis.

jakkujunkrat: you’ve done nothing but harass me since i got involved in this fandom

mynameiskyloren: give me a break, rey

jakkujunkrat: i’m not giving you anything

mynameiskyloren: fine then there’s no point in having this conversation

jakkujunkrat: just be honest. why’d you send me that ask?

mynameiskyloren: because you seem all right. i still disagree with you about pretty much everything AtS related but… i don’t know. i’m starting to think that’s not a good enough reason to give you hell

mynameiskyloren: i think if i’d met you irl we could have gotten along. you have to admit that we keep up with each other pretty well.

mynameiskyloren: rey? say something

jakkujunkrat: i have to go

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8 days before the Season 8 premiere

therealhux

Attention, all First Order fans: one of our own has been fraternizing with the resistance. And what’s more, he’s been stringing us along from day one.

@mynameiskyloren has lied about his age, where he lives, and who he is. He also has a relationship with the Across the Stars cast and their real life counterparts, which he’s been hiding for seven years.

Kylo Ren is actually Ben Solo, and if you don’t believe me I’ve got receipts and all of his personal information below the cut.

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#payback is a bitch #mynameisalie

themaidofstarkiller

Hux. Is this some kind of joke??

starfleet-ace

@therealhux did you seriously just doxx one of your own??? wow you’re a piece of shit

fn-1337

Why isn’t anyone commenting on the fact that one of the biggest antis in this fandom is BEN FUCKING SOLO?!! ACTUAL SON OF THE REAL HAN AND LEIA!

#holy shit #it explains a lot at least #oh god i’ve been shipping his parents’ characters

fn-1337

@jakkujunkrat REEEEYYYYYYY

bee-bee-ate

This is gross. Real life identities should be protected, not revealed. Shame on you @therealhux

a-new-rose

Wow. This is crazy. I just got to this fandom and it’s kind of exploding…

#this guy can’t really be ben solo tho right?

thesupremeleader

I don’t think it needs to be said, but if anyone hasn’t put it together yet: mynameiskyloren is no longer welcome in this fandom.

#that’s what you get for lying

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: kylo? is it true?

sorry, this blog does not exist

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7 days before the Season 8 premiere

mynameisbensolo

Hi everyone. This is the former mynameiskyloren here. There’s been a lot of stuff said about me in the last twenty-four hours, and I want to clear it up.

1) @therealhux did doxx me, which is low even for him.

2) I was talking to someone from the resistance, and the reason why is that I’m coming to see the damage that anti behavior can cause. I’ll make a more detailed post on that later, but in short, it’s going to involve a lot of apologizing.

3) In case you hadn’t guessed from my new handle: yes, I am Ben Solo.

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

starfleet-ace: REY where are you?? finn is flipping out and i can’t handle a fanboy meltdown this big on my own

starfleet-ace: Rey?

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JAKKUJUNKRAT ACTIVITY FEED

mynameisbensolo is following you

—

JAKKUJUNKRAT INBOX - don’t ask me anything about ben solo

Anonymous

HOLY HELL!! mynameiskyloren is Ben Solo?!! pls tell me what you think about all of this Rey

Anonymous

ok i can see that u don’t want to be asked about ben solo, buuuut… you know we’re all dying to hear from you, right? i mean, you made that post about ben solo being hot, and then he turns out to be kylo!! come on Rey, throw us a bone here!

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

fn-1337: rey, i know this has gotta be pretty weird, but i’m starting to get worried about you. can you please come online long enough to let me know you’re all right?

jakkujunkrat: hey finn. i’m sorry for disappearing. this is all just… a lot.

fn-1337: yeah, i guess it would be.

fn-1337: can i ask you a question?

jakkujunkrat: always

fn-1337: are you the one he was talking to?

jakkujunkrat: yep. and he followed me this morning. idk what to do, finn.

fn-1337: you don’t have to do anything. you don’t owe him shit just because he decided to finally act like a human being. not after the way he’s treated all of us.

jakkujunkrat: i know that. really, i do.

fn-1337: then what’s the problem?

jakkujunkrat: the problem is that i think i was starting to like him. and now he’s… he’s ben solo. how am i supposed to talk to ben solo?

fn-1337: he’s just a person, peanut. an asshole, but a person.

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6 days before the Season 8 premiere

jakkujunkrat

Guys. I know you’re interested in what I think about the Kylo Ren / Ben Solo thing, but I would really appreciate it if you’d stop sending me messages about it. I’ve turned off anon for now. All of you have a nice day.

#sorry #this is getting to be a bit much

therealhux

So are you guys running off into the sunset together yet?

#you don’t have anyone fooled

jakkujunkrat

It looks like you can’t read: I’m not talking about Ben.

#your name should be therealilliterate

themaidofstarkiller

Our resident pathological liar certainly has the money to fly to Jakku. You two fucking yet?

#jakkuleatherface

this post has been deleted

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

mynameisbensolo: Rey? I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but if you can, let me know

—

5 days before the Season 8 premiere

fn-1337

It seems like this fandom has forgotten why we’re really here. Season 8 starts in FIVE DAYS, so can we please forget about doxxing drama and focus on the fun?

#damn #ats #ats season 8 #FIVE DAYS in case i didn’t say it loud enough for the people in the back

bee-bee-ate

I am with you @fn-1337!

a-new-rose

Am I the only one that thinks @bee-bee-ate is some kind of resistance bot?

—

starfleet-ace

in entirely unrelated news, is anyone else sick of Snoke’s stupidly detailed metas with a list of citations longer than his arm? we really don’t care how many degrees you have, man. it’s just a holodrama and you’re treating fandom like a history test you have to pass.

thesupremeleader

I think it’s safe to say that you wouldn’t know much about passing history tests @starfleet-ace.

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FN-1337 INBOX - don’t bother with hate

bee-bee-ate

Are you going to roast Snoke for calling your boyfriend stupid?

fn-1337

You bet your ass I am.

#bring it you supreme idiot #i’m about to rip you apart

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4 days before the Season 8 premiere

PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: Ben? I’m here

mynameisbensolo: Damn. It’s really nice to be called by my real name lol

jakkujunkrat: lol I guess so

mynameisbenolo: Rey, I know it probably doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry for everything I did to you. I hurt you and I bothered the hell out of you, and if I could take it back I would.

jakkujunkrat: It’s not okay, but I believe you. And I guess I can see now why you were so sensitive about the show. It must be weird to see yourself represented on screen like that.

mynameisbensolo: lol yeah. Especially when the popular opinion is that Yav Korren is a lot better looking than me :/

jakkujunkrat: Well. Not to me. But I guess you know that.

jakkujunkrat: this is so embarrassing.

mynameisbensolo: i saw that you deleted everything you had tagged with my name

jakkujunkrat: what, you went looking through it? That’s not narcissistic at all.

mynameisbensolo: better than tagging a stranger #my husband

jakkujunkrat: i don’t know why i thought i could talk to you. i don’t care who you are, you’re still awful

mynameisbensolo: wait i’m sorry rey don’t go

mynameisbensolo: please

jakkujunkrat: why shouldn’t i?

mynameisbensolo: i wasn’t trying to be mean

jakkujunkrat: and yet

mynameisbensolo: Stop it. Stop acting like you don’t feel this too.

jakkujunkrat: i don’t know what you’re talking about.

mynameisbensolo: Then I’ll be more explicit. I like you. I think you’re gorgeous and funny and smart, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for awhile. Long before I had any idea what you looked like.

mynameisbensolo: Still don’t know what I’m talking about, sweetheart?

jakkujunkrat: i can’t do this right now. i have to work if I want to eat. Literally.

mynameisbensolo: please don’t disappear again

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3 days before the Season 8 premiere

fn-1337

If one more person sends @jakkujunkrat another message or hijacks her posts with questions about Ben Solo I will personally escort them to the nearest burn unit.

#not kidding #not even a little bit #leave my friend alone #sologate

starfleet-ace

get these thugs, finn.

bee-bee-ate

I support this action.

#protect our scavenger queen

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: all right. let’s talk.

mynameisbensolo: I’m really glad you said that. Because… okay don’t be mad. Please.

jakkujunkrat: ...why would I be mad?

mynameisbensolo: I’m kind of. Here.

jakkujunkrat: what do you mean “here”?

mynameisbensolo: as in, on Jakku. I’m at Niima Outpost right now. I’ve tried getting directions from about ten different people but they either don’t speak Basic or have no idea where you live.

jakkujunkrat: you’ve got to be joking. are you joking?

mynameisbensolo: Depends on how angry you’ll be if I say “no”

jakkujunkrat: You have to leave. Right now.

mynameisbensolo: Oh. Okay.

mynameisbensolo: I’m really sorry, Rey I don’t know what I was thinking. I just knew you were here, and I wanted to have a chance to talk to you in person. But if you want me to go, I’ll go.

jakkujunkrat: then get out of here

—

mynameisbensolo

Please forgive me.

#do not reblog

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2 days before the Season 8 premiere

therealhux

All I’m going to say is that you got what was coming to you.

#no i don’t regret doxxing him #stop asking

themaidofstarkiller

^^^

#lol #revenge is delicious

mitakahere

Do you think they’re broken up? Or were they ever together?

#forgive him rey!! #i don’t know what he did #but pls forgive him

fn-1337

Full offense @mitakahere but this is none of your business.

#leave my friend alone #i’m getting really tired of tagging that

themaidofstarkiller

Resistance morons aren’t welcome on this thread @fn-1337

Get the hell off Hux’s post.

#they’re just everywhere aren’t they? #but finn is the worst

bee-bee-ate

@themaidofstarkiller you have a bad dye job and a worse attitude. Perhaps you should consider a personality recalibration.

#i could help with that! :D

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

jakkujunkrat: Ben?

mynameisbensolo: yes?

jakkujunkrat: where are you?

mynameisbensolo: on Hosnian Prime. Why?

jakkujunkrat: please come back to Jakku

mynameisbensolo: really? You’re not messing with me, are you?

jakkujunkrat: really. I’ve never had a visitor before, and you surprised me by just showing up unannounced. which wasn’t all right by the way.

mynameisbensolo: I know. I won’t do it again.

jakkujunkrat: stop messaging me and get on a ship.

mynameisbensolo: as you wish, sweetheart.

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1 day before the Season 8 premiere

starfleet-ace

okay i think that no matter where you stand in this fandom, we can all agree that tomorrow is gonna be awesome. we’ve been waiting a year for this! don’t let us down, Rian!

fn-1337

You can say that again, love.

#ONE DAY #ONE MORE DAY #THAT’S IT #23 HOURS AND 14 MINUTES TO BE EXACT

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

fn-1337: Rey??? Where r u? I need someone to celebrate with.

jakkujunkrat: sorry finn, i’m busy.

fn-1337: what are you doing that makes you too busy to cheer with me?!

jakkujunkrat: ...you wouldn’t believe me if i told you. catch you later!

fn-1337: oh come on, you can’t do this to me

fn-1337: REYYYY

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Season 8 premiere of Across the Stars

—

fn-1337

DID YOU SEE THAT? @starfleet-ace?!

#i’m fucking dying #this is the most amazing day of my life #well except for when poe agreed to go out with me #STILL #it’s great #ats season 8 #ats

starfleet-ace

yeah i saw it! best season premiere ever.

#love you finn

therealhux

I can’t believe we can agree on something.

#this is a novel experience #ats season 8 #if they keep this up the show might actually become worthwhile again

bee-bee-ate

The astromech droid is my favorite character.

#so relatable

mitakahere

Where the hell is Rey?! @jakkujunkrat

#come back our scavenger queen #we miss you

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MYNAMEISBENSOLO INBOX

Anonymous

Did it really happen like this? Please you have to tell us!!

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PRIVATE MESSAGES

mynameisbensolo: are you seeing this?

jakkujunkrat: of course :)

jakkujunkrat: watching Yav is pretty weird now that i’ve met you

mynameisbensolo: still think i’m the better looking one now that you’ve seen me up close?

jakkujunkrat: you know i do. at least i really hope so after last night.

mynameisbensolo: are you doing okay? you seemed upset afterward

jakkujunkrat: i’m fine

mynameisbensolo: Rey. I think we’re a little past lying to each other at this point. What’s wrong?

mynameisbensolo: was I bad?

jakkujunkrat: no! no. please don’t think that. it was wonderful, Ben, really. you were wonderful.

mynameisbensolo: so were you. and i really hope it wasn’t the last time i see you. i’d like to come back. Or bring you to Hosnian Prime with me.

jakkujunkrat: I can’t. I can’t leave. That’s why I was upset. My family left me here, and I’m waiting for them to come back for me and I can’t leave. I want to but I can’t and I probably sound really stupid right now but I’ve been waiting all my life and I don’t want it to be for nothing.

mynameisbensolo: it’s all right. You don’t have to go anywhere you’re not ready to go, sweetheart.

mynameisbensolo: And I can wait. If that’s something you want.

jakkujunkrat: It’s not easy. Waiting.

mynameisbensolo: That’s okay. You’re worth it.

—

#reylo #reylo fanfic #social media fic #background stormpilot #reylo crack #with a dash of serious #across the stars a wank wars story #my fanfiction #it's basically tumblr in space

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j4ylov · 7 years ago

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Trust

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Request: HEY could you pretty please write a Peter imagine where Peter and yn are dating for quite some time but she doesn't know he's Spider-Man and then yn is in danger and spider man comes to save her and then she's like "how can I trust you" when spidy come to the rescue because her dad is always saying how spidy is no good and he takes off the mask!? LOVE YOU DARLING- anon

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Y/n tried to listen at her father’s bickering, however she had more important stuff to worry about. Her father continued to watch the news and give his usual unfriendly thoughts to local hero Spiderman, but her mind kept going back to Peter.

They were supposed to meet later for date night, however he had canceled the previous weeks with lame excuses. Would he actually go to this one? She was feeling kinda anxious. She wanted to be a good girlfriend and be there for Peter, however he kept hiding things.

She often wondered if he was cheating on her, however refused to believe it. Peter was the most loving and caring person in the world.That boy wouldn't do anything to hurt anybody, let alone her. She just had to believe in him, he would tell her what's wrong when he’s ready, right?

The girl was brought out of her thought as her father talked to her once again.

“Y/n, you listening?”

“Sorry dad, what were you saying?”

He pointed back at the screen, showing footage of Spider Man trying to stop a robbery in a bank, at least until he made the whole thing blow up, along with some stores nearby.

“You see this freak in the streets and you run the other way, you hear me?”

The girl rolled her eyes at her father. He was really paranoid when it came to Spiderman, always saying how the boy did more wrong than good to Queens.

“Yes dad”

The girl looked at her phone. It was already 5:40 and she was supposed to meet Peter by six o’clock by that Thai place they loved.

She grabbed her coat and say goodbye to her father as she made her out of her house. She decided to go walking, after all, she had some spare time.

Everything looked like your average afternoon at Queen’s, busy and loud, but still like home. She knew the streets like her own hand, so as usual she decided to take one for the many shortcuts for the city.

She crossed the streets and got into an alley behind a building, trying to get to the other side, right were the Thai place was.

The girl was halfway through the alley until she hard some laughing behind her. She looked back discreetly, only to see a pair of men watching her. She kept her eyes on them as she tried to hurry up her pace, however was stopped after she bumped with someone in front of her.

“Why are you hurrying up love?”

There was another man in front of her, blocking her way. She heard as the other two quickly approached her.

She tried to move around, however they took her hands and pushed her against a wall. Her heart was beating up fast. If they wanted money they could have it all, she just hoped they would stop there.

However the men had other plans. The tallest of the group kept her hands over her head, as he got his nose up to her neck. She tried to push away as much as she could, however he kept her head right in place.

“What is a lovely girl like you doing out alone uh?”

“I-If yo-you want my money- You can have it all”

They laughed again, this time as the men to her right placed his hand in her leg.

“We don't want money, we just want to have a good time with you”

She tried to hold on the tears as she realised what he meant. She was about to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it.

She tried to yell for help, however the man slapped her, and kept his hand on her mouth, shutting her up. She felt her heart break into a million pieces. She had always dreamed her first time would be special, maybe with Peter. But now she was just going to be fucked in a dark and stinky alley,next to the dumpsters.

As the men slipped his hand under her shirt she heard a voice behind the group.

“How about you leave the lady alone and come have a good time with me instead?

Before the man could even see who the voice belonged to; he was kicked on his back and pushed against the wall, leaving him unconscious.

The other two tried to go for the masked boy, however he jumped on the dumpsters before they could reach him.

“C’mon guys! You can do better than that!”

Spiderman shoot his webs at one of the men, sticking him to the floor, while he made a long string of webs and used it to tie the other one. .

The girl had just been standing there, staring speechless. She could not believe she had just been saved from her worst nightmare by Spider Man himself.

The boy finally looked at her as he stepped closer.

“I should take you to your place”

He tried to take her hand as he shot a web towards the building, however she stepped back. She had had enough, all she wanted was to got to Peter’s and tell him what had happened.

“I don't want to-”

The girl words were interrupted as she realised that the unconscious man was starting to wake up, looking around for them.

She quickly took Spiderman’s hand as the men realised they were still there.

“Never mind, get me out of here”

The boy grabbed her waist and jumped, swinging them out of the alley and from building to building. Y/n hadn’t realised how up they were until she looked down. She felt herself holding on tighter onto Spiderman’s neck, afraid of falling down. Somehow, holding onto him made her feel safe.

She was almost forgetting about the height when she remembered something else. Dear God this was Spiderman! She was holding on tight to the one boy her father asked her to stay away from!

“Let go of me- Let me go!”

The boy looked confused at Y/n, She was no longer holding on to his neck, and was trying to push him aside. If she kept that they were going to fall down.

“Wait- Stop it! You’re going to fall”

“Let me go! Don't touch me!”

The boy swung his way to the rooftop of a random building, placing them both on ground as the girl tried to get as far away from him as she could.

“Wait! What's wrong?”

“You! Just- get away! I should not trust you!”

She knew she was being unfair, for God’s sake, he had just saved her! However she was still in shock, and her father words got the best of her!

“Why not?”

“Give me a reason to!”

“I just saved you!”

The girl was a little embarrassed, however she would not be easily convinced.

“Give me another one!”

The boy behind the mask groaned in frustration. He wanted to tell her how he was the person who loved her more than anything else, however he didn't want to see her reaction.

He finally decided to show her, after all, Spider Man was another part of himself. If she didn't love him after she saw him, then he would have to move on, despite how much it might hurt.

He took the base of his mask and quickly pulled it up, closing his eyes in the movement.

Y/n could not believe what was infront of her sight. The boy she loved the most, the one who always stood by her side, was also the superhero everyone had warned her about.

“I understand if this changes things for you-if you don't love me anymore””

The boy suddenly looked hurt and tiny, like a teenager; and she realised. This was still her Peter. She should have known. Only someone as selfish as Peter would risk his own life to protect and cherish his home;Queens. The boy probably thought she hated him, however she felt everything but hate towards the boy.

“ Nothing could stop me from loving you”

She finally approached the boy, holding him tight. She took his face between her hands and gave him a long and sweet kiss, trying to show him how she really felt. The boy felt himself relax and smile in the kiss. He could finally let out a breath he didn't knew he was holding on. He pulled apart and hugged the girl, hiding his face in her hair, smelling her sweet perfume.

“I’m sorry I ruined date night”

“The night is not over yet”

“But the restaurant is probably closed now”

“Well, we could do something else-”

“Got something in mind?”

The girl smiled as she got an idea. She hold on tight to Peter, sliding her arms around his neck as she said.

“Well, the swinging around was pretty fun, at least until my paranoid ass made all that drama”

The boy let out a giggle and smirked at her, lifting his eyebrow.

“Sooo, you want me to swing you around Queen’s?”

“Pleeeaseeee!”

“Your wish is my command”

With one last kiss he put his mask back on, shooting his webs once again, holding the girl beside him and swinging them, as the lights of the buildings and the stars lighted their way through the night.

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If you want to be added or removed from my permanent tag list let me know!

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thestuckylibrary · 8 years ago

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Mods’ Reads: June 2017

New mods, new features!

We know we are very behind on our recs, so by the suggestion of a lovely anon, we’ve decided to compile a list of fics we’ve read this month. This fandom always gives us amazing stories to gush about, which we are very thankful for :D

From new fics to old ones, our picks are under the cut:

Mod Karin

And we’ll be slow, honey lovers (‘til the clocks go forward again) by stellam_ignem

But he knows he wants to stay, because he can’t stand not hearing Steve’s voice, or not seeing that smile on that face, or that solemn look of kindness whenever he hands over a few dollars to the homeless veteran on the side of the street. He can’t stand not making Steve laugh. He loves the the subtle smirk in his dares and the snark in his jokes, and the jerk in his brow when he’s lost in thought, or the way he smiles whenever they kiss and thumbs across Bucky’s lower back. Bucky chokes a little, on air, and gently wraps his arms back around Steve’s neck to kiss him.

or: bucky’s a boxer/writer and steve’s the english teacher who walks in on his life.

Fortunate Resolutions of In-Field Complications a.k.a. Dumb Luck by Katharoses, Lasenby_Heathcote

The mission was simple. The mission wasn’t anything at all. We didn’t have to fight, we didn’t have to break in or steal anything or blow anything up - or at least nothing specific. The mission was simply to create a lot of bluster in the wrong direction. But then, the mission doesn’t always go according to plan.

If They Haven’t Learned Your Name by silentwalrus

Steve gets out of the hospital in two days, but just barely. “I’m fine,” he tells Sam, Nurse Eunjung and the phalanx of doctors assigned to make sure Captain America didn’t bleed out and die and get bad PR all over their nice clean hospital. “I have an advanced healing factor. It’s fine. See? I’m standing.”

“That is not standing,” Sam tells him.

“You’re bending the IV stand,” Nurse Eunjung adds pointedly. “Let go and sit down, they don’t grow on trees.”

aka Steve and Bucky’s Global Honeymoon Revenge World Tour.

Pieces Were Stolen From Me by perfect_plan

Steve Rogers is drawn to the mysterious man who has started to frequent his gallery but has no idea how is life is about to change just by being his friend.

Werewolf? There Wolf by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

After the car accident that cost him his arm and the endless rehabilitation that got him his shiny metal Stark Industries replacement, Bucky’s happy for a break from people. The house in the forest is peaceful, town’s a fair distance away, and he’s got no neighbours…except maybe a blue-eyed wolf and possibly a naked guy named Steve.

(PS: Steve is the wolf.)

Mod Blue I (re)read a lot so I’m just going to list them without their summaries or we’ll all be scrolling forever.

The Way Out Is The Way Down by Speranza

Coming and Going by Speranza

20th Century Limited by Speranza

What We Asked For From Each Other by Speranza

Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

All The Angels and The Saints by Speranza

Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes by Speranza

Coming Out Party by Speranza

the nightmare from which I am trying to awake by Speranza

Dishonor On Your Cow by mandarou

The Avengers Hate Club by notebooksandlaptops

Nietzsche is Dead by mambo

Kiss the Cook by mambo

half awake in a fake empire by idrilka

Behind closed doors: collected oral histories of queer community in New York, 1930-1945. doi 10.1999/journal.amhistqstud.32557038 by wobblyheadeddollcaper

back seat drive by silentwalrus

Workplace Hazards by AggressiveWhenStartled

Mod Julia

broken people (living under loaded gun) by obsessivereader, Slaughter_Me

“It’s him, Nat.”

“He may look like Steve, but that’s not Steve.” Distress mars her calm, professional mask, a sign of how shaken she is. “You saw how many men he killed, the way he did it. That’s not Steve.”

Until You Wear a Groove in the World by rohkeutta

Steve saves him.

In a way, Bucky wishes he hadn’t, because at least then Bucky could’ve pretended that those letters from Spokane and Tucson and Philadelphia never arrived. Bucky could’ve died imagining that Steve was safely in Brooklyn, clinging to life with the skin of his teeth, maybe taking Rebecca and Alice out dancing.

And Shadows Will Fall Behind byleveragehunters

The world was full of things no one could have expected.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes never expected to fall from a train into decades of torture and killing.

HYDRA never expected their perfect Winter Soldier’s programming to shatter.

And Bucky, who’d once been the Winter Soldier, who was now an auxiliary to the Avengers, never expected to look down from a rooftop in New York City, where he was keeping watch over the world’s most ineffectual aspirant supervillains, and see a tiny ball of angry sunshine. Fierce and fearless, he loosed feelings in Bucky that he’d thought were gone forever.

we are the things that we do for fun by Nonymos

Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part.

But hey, they might just find a way to make this work.

let’s see where we wake up tomorrow by kblaze2

Steve’s gone on his second tour. Bucky gets a dog. There is no correlation. Really. Shut up, Nat.

Feeling I’ll Forget, I’m In Love Now by smithsonianstucky

Five years after the events in D.C., Steve and Bucky are living in Brooklyn and working through Bucky’s last stage of recovery: refamiliarizing himself with touch. At the suggestion of his therapist, they adopt a cat and wonder what changes the pet will make in their lives.

a trip to the grope zoo by mwestbelle

Bucky spends some quality time with Steve’s quality tits.

The Joy of Little Things by obsessivereader, Sealcat

or, how Steve ends up working for a dragon with a very odd sense of humor

Korpimaan kutsu by Feanor_in_leather_pants, rohkeutta

The Wise Man teaches him sometimes if he catches Steve puttering around the woods: how to read the trees and the moss, when to listen to the birds and when it’s better to leave their advice untaken. He teaches Steve about the bears and why you’re never supposed to call them by their real name; tells him grittier and truer stories about the woodsfolk than the old ladies in the village.

Dark Lights of Brooklyn by jwdish98

Steve Rogers is a private investigator who is barely skating by. He spends more time in his office than his apartment, and he continues to watch all his friends live out their lives while he sits on the sidelines.

However, when a case falls into his lap that dredges up past mistakes Steve’s life starts to veer off course- in a good way. Probably.

(He’s not entirely sure yet.)

Send Nudes! by DizzyRedhead, TrishArgh

When Steve decided to cosplay Captain America, one of his favorite TV characters, at a convention, he didn’t expect to meet a Winter Soldier cosplayer who looks like he stepped right off the screen (and has a great ass). He didn’t expect to hook up with Bucky, or to find out that they live in the same part of Brooklyn. He definitely didn’t expect the sexting, or the continued hooking up, or the dinner dates.

Steve didn’t expect any of this. Especially not the feelings.

Magic Fingers by lillupon

Steve is just a simple hairdresser.

The Only Familiar Thing by brideofquiet

Steve takes a breath, steels himself, and asks, “Where are we going, Buck?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one driving, Steve.”

so pop the hood, see what’s good by Bellakitse, ravyn_ashling

While celebrating his birthday Steve meets a charming guy with beautiful blue eyes and an easy smile, going home with him for the night should be the end of it. Instead it’s only the start when his boss and friend hires him as his new mechanic.

Mod Dee

Someone get this boy a drink by fingersnapstothat

Sam recommends Steve get a Tinder. He does. It proves to be the best and worst idea ever.

An Idiot’s Romance by captainsthve

So. Steve’s not the smoothest person.

Which is why he’s currently knocking on Sam Wilson’s door and groaning, “Sam, I’m hopeless.” as soon as the door swings open.

Sam just rolls his eyes and lets Steve in. “That is not new information. What happened?”

So Steve recounts the events of the morning with Sam listening patiently and only teasing a little bit. “You know Steve, I’m going to write a biography about you one day and I’m gonna make millions because no one will believe that Captain America is so hopelessly in love with his best friend that he turns into a middle schooler with a crush.”

aka the one where Steve realizes he’s in love and also realizes he’s horribly bad at flirting.

only one my arms will ever hold by wearing_tearing

Like most stories about Bucky Barnes and his questionable and sometimes terrible life choices, this one starts because he decides not to listen to Natasha’s cryptic and mostly annoying advice.

He decides not to listen, and he hunts down and kills a deer during that month’s full moon run with his pack and leaves its dead body on Steve Rogers’s front step.

Steve, the man Bucky kind-of-possibly-maybe-absolutely is in love with.

Bucky would try to smother himself after that one, but he’s learned that werewolves are hard to kill.

Or: the four stages of courting Steve Rogers.

Dishonor On Your Cow by mandarou

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

perhaps it is to avoid some great sadness by onibi

Steve: I took an online quiz and it told me I’d be a cup of black coffee. It says that my good qualities are that I’m friendly, adaptable, and low maintenance.

Bucky: and what did it say you were at your worst a lazy jerk who harasses his boyfriend with inane bullshit online instead of coming in and talking to him face to face

or: in which steve gets really into online personality quizzes, everybody suffers, and steve is a huge sap about how much he loves his boyfriend

I love you like rlb by tolieawake

I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters 'rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.

It was Dernier as first said it. Steve never imagined that something like that could have survived the war and all the years in between.

In which Tony goes insane trying to figure out why that phrase affects the Cap so much, Bucky teases the press, and Steve and Bucky love each other like rlb.

#mod picks

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All of you, all of me

A/N: Story based on this request. Anon, if you are reading this I hope you aren’t mad at me for taking so long because yours was one of the first requests I got…. I wanted to make it good but it took me forever to come up with a plot, and then life was shit to me and I couldn’t find the motivation to write this…so I’m terribly sorry you have waited for so long. I would like to apologize as well because of the characterization, more than a bad boy jungkook is more…… an emotional mess?????? like me I’m…….sorry??????????????????? yeah…… Hope you still enjoy the story, thank you love me.

I’m gonna put interesting info here to save my ass for after you read the story (specifically the sex scene). I found this article about safety when using coconut oil as lubricant (yeah I searched it up on the internet for the purpose of this fic so I wouldn’t get messages telling me it’s dangerous or whatever. BE SURE TO ALWAYS FIND RELIABLE SOURCES WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS LIKE THESE, THOUGH.) I’m linking also an interesting article about preparing for anal sex here that I will have to ignore for the purpose of this fic as it’s common on other fics as well just to make it “slightly” unreal but more “fun” to read… (although in real life don’t skip this part, kids. SAFETY AND CLEANLINESS FIRST, FUN AND ORGASMS LATER ) Visual references (x)

Ok pups, after the longest author’s note ever, if you are still here with me, I hope you like and enjoy the story :D

Read it also on AFF

Jungkook should have listened to Taehyung and wait a bit to go home, but the younger was getting bored, the stuffy and too hot air of the club was too much for Jungkook to handle. Warm bodies pressing too close to him, grabby hands touching him everywhere, slick lips trying to kiss him. If there was a thing Jungkook hated, it would be crowded places; If there was a thing Jungkook hated even more, would be crowded places with rude people.

Those two were reason enough to leave the club despite his friend’s slurred and insistent words pleading to stay. But once again, Taehyung should know Jungkook wouldn’t fall for pleads. Jungkook didn’t listen to anyone except himself.

But maybe, now, as Jungkook walked under the rain at three am, soaked to the bones with only a thin tee covering his body, he was regretting not listening to his friend.

He was shivering, lips trembling and almost blue when he stepped into the only grocery shop opened this late at night -or this early in the morning. He stood by the automatic doors for a moment trying to compose himself, hugging his torso in a lame attempt to bring warmth into him.

“S-shit…” he mumbled after noticing he was failing at providing himself some warmth, his body jerking uncontrollably with force as his fingers dug into his arms.

“Hey, take this.” said a soft voice as a fluffy towel immediately appeared in front of him. Jungkook took it with shaky fingers and dried himself as best as he could considering his senses were numb and his hands trembling non stop.

Somehow, between getting dried and changing his thin tee into a dry one the worker offered, Jungkook found himself seated on a stool behind the counter with a warm mug of chamomile tea and feeling a bit more like a human being again.

“What were you doing out there with this rain and this late at night?” asked the worker, watching closely Jungkook’s every movement.

“It’s not of your business…” replied Jungkook roughly, not even sparing the other a glance. He heard the other snort, probably offended by Jungkook’s response, but it wouldn’t be new. Jungkook wasn’t really what one would call a friendly person.

“Ok, so I just helped you not die of hypothermia and this is what I get?” the worker asked, now obviously offended, with slight irritation adorning his words.

Jungkook clanked his tongue, annoyed, and lifted his head to give the other his most impassive look - the one he used to intimidate, well, everyone- but his cold eyes didn’t seem to phase the other at all, who lifted an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms across his chest.

“You look like a wet kitty, not intimidating at all…” deadpanned the worker, one corner of his mouth lifting up when he saw Jungkook’s eyebrows knit under his wet bangs. “if that was what you were trying to do, that is…”

Jungkook’s frown deepened and it took less than a second to feel rage boil within his veins. He hated it when people didn’t take him seriously, mocked him or laughed at his face. Jeon Jungkook was a creature full of pride, after all. He clenched his jaw and almost bared his teeth to the stupid worker that just smirked even more at his reaction, stood up and took two big steps to the other to easily corner him against the counter he had behind him. In moments like this, Jungkook thanked his genetics for giving him height, it was advantageous and helped him more times than he could count.

“I don’t think you should laugh at me, shortie… I’m not really in a good mood right now.” he practically growled. He watched satisfied as the other slightly gulped and his brown eyes moved away from Jungkook’s fiery ones for a second before focusing on them again.

“I just… I helped you before-“

“So?” interrupted Jungkook, leaning forward a bit more into the worker’s personal space. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Maybe you didn’t ask for it but you sure needed help and I provided it.” retorted the other, now also frowning. “It’s not that difficult to say thank you, you know? It’s called manners.”

Jungkook snorted, an amused smirk making an appearance on his lips. Jeon Jungkook never, ever, needed help nor he would ask for it to anyone, hence no one would ever hear him say a ‘thank you’. It amused Jungkook the other boy was getting so riled up just for that.

“You are so stupid.” laughed Jungkook with a disbelieving shake of his head.

“Get out.” hissed the worker, now frowning and eyes full of rage.

“What?”

“Get out!” said the other loudly, his voice echoing on the empty store. Jungkook blinked surprised and jerked back. “I won’t tolerate a brat like you disrespect me, not after I’ve helped you. Now, get out.”

They stared at each other for two seconds too long. Jungkook was surprised by the other’s outburst, it caught him off guard, obviously not expecting this response from someone that looked like they could barely fight a fly. Jungkook was used at fear and submission when he found himself in situations like this, or in case the other would talk back, he would punch them and resolve things. But with this boy he couldn’t even force himself do that, his fiery eyes rooted Jungkook to the spot. He felt like a little kid being scolded and that made heat bloom on his cheeks, suddenly embarrassed he had acted this carelessly with someone.

That was a first, Jungkook never felt guilty.

“Fuck you.” he spat angrily, slammed the mug of tea on the counter -spilling its content on the surface- and stormed out the store with firm steps and making sure to direct a last furious glance at the worker, who just rolled his eyes.

Jungkook got home with a frown between his eyebrows and a blush on his cheeks, but most of all soaked again by the rain and in embarrassment.

Jungkook knew he had quite the temper, always angry, always ready to fight, always getting offended by the minor things someone said about him, or by the way someone looked at him. Some labeled him as an asshole, his friend Taehyung the one who said it more than anyone, but Jungkook had learned to live with it. Live with the side glances, the insults, the mistrust of everyone because they never knew what would be his reaction. It was better like this, to not have anyone near him.

Jungkook was a lone wolf, he didn’t need anyone, didn’t want anyone. Why bother allowing someone into your life when they are going to leave you soon?

Jungkook had quite the experience with that. First his dad, not even staying around enough to see him come to this world; later on his mother, her slim fingers leaving marks on his tinny wrists when she dragged him to her dad’s house.

“I love you, but I need some time for myself. You will understand when you grow up.” she had said with a sweet smile that did poor job at calming down her crying son before turning her back at him and leave without a second glance. And yes, he understood; Jungkook understood that she was kind of a free spirit and a son to take care of would hold her back, and she wasn’t ready for that. Jungkook stopped expecting to see his mother after two nights of hopeless crying on his granddad’s arms, the two of them siting on the cold concrete waiting for her to come back. He did understand, once he grew older, she would never come back to him. When his grandfather, the only source of love and comfort, died when he was fifteen, Jungkook felt truly alone and stopped allowing people into his life.

Jungkook liked to think he didn’t care about anything, that moment his mother walked away from him had broke something within him that couldn’t be repaired. He decided to not care anymore, if something was convenient for him he would go for it until it wouldn’t be anymore, or because he grew tired of it. When someone, or something, decided to leave him he would just accept it. When someone thought he was a bad guy, selfish or an asshole, he would accept it. He just did what he wanted to.

Jungkook didn’t care.

But if Jungkook didn’t care about anything nor anyone, why couldn’t he stop thinking about the worker from the previous night? His fierce eyes full of anger kept on appearing on Jungkook’s mind the whole night, like a nightmare, haunting him for everything bad he had done his entire life -the high doses of alcohol, the sleepless nights at clubs fucking around or getting into fights. The worst of it was that those eyes made him want to apology.

Unbelivable.

Jungkook took another puff of his cigarette -the third one he had lit in the half hour he had been hovering around the grocery store- and observed the worker from the previous night take his position behind the counter as he bid his companion goodbye with a gentle smile.

And Jungkook did just that for the next two hours; walk around the store, emptying his pack of cigarettes and trying to gain the courage to walk through the automatic doors and say something to the worker. If that something was something mean that would get him back for scolding Jungkook the other night, better than not.

Jungkook hovered in front of the store until he finished the lit cigarette, threw it on the concrete and made his way to the door. It was so ridiculous to feel so intimidated by someone like the other male; he was shorter, thinner and, judging by the kind smile he directed at everyone, not really a threat. Jungkook could win against him. The previous night had been just a little tumble.

But then, the doors opened and immediately attracted the worker’s attention, and consequently his eyes fell on Jungkook, who felt again the same burn of embarrassment on his cheeks.

“You again?” mumbled the worker while crossing his arms. The soft smile he was wearing on his mouth dropped that same instant and it was clear on his eyes he was not happy with Jungkook’s presence.

“Yeah, got a problem with that?” spat Jungkook, squaring his shoulders and walking inside the establishment with decided steps. The other frowned but said nothing, his eyes followed Jungkook carefully as he approached the counter. “I need to get cigarettes.”

The worker sighed and simply pointed his finger to his right, where a bunch of smoking packs where stacked one above the other. Jungkook toke one, his favorite brand, and put it on the counter waiting for the other to charge.

“I need to see your ID.” said the worker with a serious face, the annoying lift of his eyebrow just made Jungkook hate him even more. “I can’t give this to you if you are a minor, sorry.”

“I’m not a minor.” growled Jungkook, his frown deepening. The worker just smirked, a sparkle of amusement crossed his eyes and then Jungkook knew he had given the other free reign again to make fun of him.

“By the childish way you behave I would think you are still in middle school, but I need to see your ID to confirm that.”

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, offended and clearly mad the other had come up with an unexpected retort. Jungkook was used to this, it was easy for him to reduce his opponents to a crying mess. And still, with this one, he was having a hard time.

“You are fucking rude.” he said finally, his face a bit red from embarrassment and by the lame response he had given to the latter.

“Me?” questioned the worker, eyes big in faux innocence. “You are the one who came here as if you owned the damn place, and still I’m the rude one.”

“I was being nice!” countered back Jungkook, his voice rising an octave, though he didn’t know if it was because of embarrassment or indignation. “It was you who insulted me.”

The other raised an eyebrow at him. Jungkook hated it, the gesture always felt like the other was judging him for all his bad decisions in life.

“You are right,” started the worker, uncrossing his arms. His eyes softened a bit and Jungkook caught himself thinking they were quite pretty when they weren’t judging him. “I will apologize for that if you do it first for the way you acted yesterday.”

Jungkook blinked, not expecting the other’s words; the fact that he was so eager to apology. Maybe it wasn’t that bad, to say sorry for something you clearly did wrong. But Jungkook didn’t know how to, or maybe didn’t want to, he wasn’t sure. He was tempted to say ’no, fuck off’ but then he looked up to the other that was staring expectantly at him, and probably sensing the inner struggle Jungkook was dealing with, and before he could think about it twice the words choked out of his throat hoarsely.

“I’m sorry about yesterday.”

Jungkook blinked surprised by his own words, bewildered that they didn’t make him feel any less; he felt more relieved than anything else, and that was even more strange than the soft smile that the other man was giving him.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you, then.” replied the other, snapping Jungkook’s attention back to him.

The soft look the other boy was staring at him with made Jungkook blush and decided to clear his throat to hide his embarrassment.

“It- it’s ok.” he mumbled and then tapped the pack of cigarettes waiting in the counter. “I want this.”

The worker smiled and nodded, charged Jungkook and then observed him fly to the automatic doors.

“Hope to see you again!” he said before the doors closed, and Jungkook looked back at him, at the gentle smile that seemed to be permanent on his lips, and thought that maybe he would like to see him again also.

“Don’t you have anything else to do?”

“I thought you liked my company, hyung.”

Jungkook grinned, fluttering his eyelashes charmingly and chuckled lowly when Jimin rolled his eyes and turned his back to him, jam jars in hand.

“Not when you scare off costumers.” mumbled Jimin stretching his arm out to put a jar of strawberry jam on the highest shelf. Jungkook smirked amused at the groan that Jimin released when he failed to reach, not even after lifting up to his tip toes.

“You should be thanking me-“ started Jungkook as he abandoned the bag of chips he had stolen previously from one of the aisles and stood up from where he was watching the other work to press his chest against Jimin’s back for later press with his fingers the jar into place, “-I’m guarding the place from thieves and violent criminals.”

Jimin turned back to him with a blank expression, and Jungkook smirked at him with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“You are the thief here.” accused Jimin, using his small hands to push the younger away from him.

“What?” Jungkook put his hand on his heart, faking his hurt over Jimin’s accusation. “I always pay for my cigarettes.”

“Did you pay for those chips?” questioned Jimin, pointing with his finger the abandoned bag on the floor. Jungkook went to grab it from the floor and casually put a handful of chips on his mouth.

“I don’t worry myself with trifle things like those.” shrugged off Jungkook and sat on the floor again as Jimin went back to stacking the rest of jars.

“One of these days my boss is going to kick your ass out of here.” mumbled Jimin, turning back to him and pointing accusatory with a jar of peach jam. “I won’t be able to do anything.”

Jungkook snorted with his mouth full, consequently spiting some crumbs to the floor. “That is if he can catch me first. That old man would have to be really lucky to be able come near enough to touch me.”

“That old man gives me my salary,” countered Jimin swiftly, giving Jungkook another bored stare. “and he’s being really nice and hasn’t really complained about you basically living here.”

Jungkook opted to give another shrug as response and keep on munching on his chips, just watching Jimin do his work.

It was weird how things changed for the past three months, now that Jungkook stopped to think about it. Somehow, Jungkook had found himself frequenting the store more often than not and at some point he stopped acting defensive towards the other male. Maybe because Jimin received him with a smile every time and never seemed to be really offended by what Jungkook said, laughing most of the time at the younger’s stupidity or dorky manners instead of scolding him or call the police like others did often.

It was true he spent most of his time at the store here with Jimin, specially when the latter had the night shift, and hovered around it for hours doing nothing but bug and tease the worker until it was closing time. The reality was that he had nothing more entertaining to do, and Jimin had stopped questioning him eventually.

“Are you gonna stay until I close?” asked Jimin, folding the flaps of the cardboard box now empty of jars. Jungkook hummed his confirmation since he knew Jimin would be mad if he kept talking with his mouth full. “and walk me home?”

“Don’t I always do?”

Jimin chuckled and gave him a nod. “Yeah, my knight in shining armor.”

Jungkook snorted and stood once Jimin started to walk away cardboard boxes in hand, ignoring how those words made his heart flutter happily. The younger walked behind him, as Jimin’s shadow, munching loudly on the chips that were still left on the bag.

Jungkook had started to walk the other home a month ago. It wasn’t only because they had, incredibly, developed a firm friendship, or because Jungkook felt the weird need to be near Jimin as much as possible, but also because the streets at night were dangerous.

They didn’t live in a pretty neighborhood in which the grannies sat at the parks to knit, or the children played on the street with cheerful giggles. There were always sirens going off at the distance and criminals hovering around parks with shiny knives on their pockets waiting for a victim to scare. It was dangerous for Jimin to close the store at five in the morning and walk home. But Jungkook was known in the streets so, even if Jimin and his boss complained a lot about his presence, he knew they appreciated the company and safety.

Jimin had been at gun point before, giving the money of the register machine with shaky hands and mumbled pleas for his life and Jungkook felt horrible the next day when the worker explained it to him with fear still evident on all his body.

“I think I will close early tonight.” Jungkook stood silently near the counter, the bag of chips now empty and crumbled on his hand, and observed as Jimin went to lock the automatic doors.”It’s almost closing time and I don’t think anyone else will come this late.”

They kept quiet as the minutes ticked by, Jimin doing the daily count of the shop’s earnings and Jungkook silently observing him until a knock on the glass automatic doors made them jump in surprise.

There was three young boys at the door, signaling for them to open with wide gestures and mouthing something the two males inside couldn’t hear. Jungkook frowned as Jimin moved to the doors.

“Are you gonna open?” he asked, slightly concerned, but also standing upright in a guarded stance.

“Yeah,”answered Jimin, rotating the key so the doors could slide automatically open again. “officially, it’s not closing time yet.”

“Dude, why were you closed? skipping on working hours.” one of the boys said loudly, the other two stepping inside snickering at their friend’s joke.

“Sorry, thought no none would come this late.” replied Jimin and went to his place behind the counter.

Jungkook observed as the three boys wandered around the aisles, grabbing bags of snacks and candy, loudly chatting and laughing. He used to be as obnoxious as them when he was their age; Until not long ago, he stormed into stores at night with some of his buddies to do the same, but as he took a look at Jimin’s nervous stance Jungkook realized how wrong it was to scare off people like that, and suddenly felt apologetic for all the times he’d done it before.

He remained silent as the three boys dropped all their purchase on the counter so Jimin could start charging them, studying all their movements to prevent any unexpected event. And just when they were ready to give their money to Jimin, Jungkook noticed something poking out of one of the boys’ jacket’s pocket.

“I think you forgot something.” said Jungkook menacingly, sentencing the kids with a cold stare to show he wasn’t kidding around. The three of them looked at him, one of them seemed to panic slightly because of his words, but another one spoke before Jungkook could call him out for it.

“What the fuck are you saying?” he spat loudly before letting out a loud laugh, “Are you that old you starting to have hallucinations?”

The other two laughed along with the idiot that spoke, which just unnerved Jungkook more. Not only where they trying to steal -from Jimin- in front of his eyes, but they also had the guts to disrespect him, and Jungkook hated when kids like these didn’t take him seriously in a poor attempt at appearing more menacing.

“Do you think I’m stupid, kid?” he growled in his face, voice loud and menacing enough for the three of them to gulp in fear. Jungkook’s eyes glinted dangerously, fists curling ready to throw the first punch, but he refused to be that aggressive in front of Jimin. “Empty your pockets or I will make you do it.”

The boy took a step back, sharing a brief eye contact with his two other friends before looking back at Jungkook again. The older lifted his eyebrow, expectantly, daring him to do something else than what he ordered, but his stare was defiant and strong enough to scare off the boy.

“OK, shit- OK.” breathed out the boy before getting out two cans of beer from his pockets. The other two did the same and left the cans on the counter, giving Jimin slightly apologetic eyes.

“Now, get the fuck out of here.” spat Jungkook, giving the boy a soft push on his shoulder. The kid protested, babbling something about still wanting to pay for the snacks but Jungkook gave him another push that had the boy almost falling on his butt. “I said get out. Are you deaf?”

“OK, we are leaving, jezz” argued the boy, lifting his hands up in surrender. The other two were already out of the store, but the one that dared to talk back to Jungkook mumbled a “fucking asshole” before leaving.

Jungkook was tempted to follow them, punch their faces and teach them a lesson they would ever forget but Jimin’s soft voice erased that thought from his mind immediately.

“Thank you.” he said, voice barely audible in the empty store. Jungkook looked at him and frowned at the fear on the other’s face.

“It’s nothing.” he mumbled, walking back to Jimin, wishing to round the counter and embrace him. “Hyung, close up and let’s go home.”

“Yeah, OK.”

Luckily Jimin didn’t live that far from the store, but that night it took them more time than usual to reach his apartment. Jimin had kept quiet the whole time and Jungkook awkwardly walked at his side, hands buried deep in his pockets throwing worried glances at him.

He wasn’t good with words, specially those of comfort, but Jimin was a friend and Jungkook wanted to give him the reassurance that everything was okay. Because frowns didn’t suit Jimin’s face; he looked better with eyes bright like the sun and smiles full of sweetness.

“Thank you for accompanying me.” said Jimin once they reached his building, playing with his keys. He wasn’t even looking up at the younger, and that worried Jungkook even more. Jimin seemed to be really scared and Jungkook was at loss of words.

“You know It’s not a problem, hyung.”

“Yeah. Thank you, for real.” mumbled the older one, finally looking up at him. Jungkook showed a lopsided grin, poor attempt at being reassuring because of how unused he was at smiling, but it seemed to be enough to make Jimin smile back at him, and that eased Jungkook’s heart a little bit.

It was completely unexpected, and Jungkook almost fainted right there as Jimin enveloped his waist with his thin arms, pressed himself closer until their chest were touching and rested his forehead on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jimin was hugging him.

Jungkook’s first thought was to push him away, afraid the other would hear his rapid beating heart because of their proximity, but then it dawned on him that Jimin was hugging him and it was a chance to touch the other he weirdly didn’t want to miss, so before Jimin would notice Jungkook was standing frozen on his embrace, the taller of the two circled Jimin’s small frame and brought him even closer to his body, burying his nose on Jimin’s hair.

“I’m really glad you were here with me tonight.” said Jimin softly, voice muffled by the fabric of Jungkook’s bomber jacket.

“I’m glad I was there too.” he said stiffly, still awkward because of the situation unfolding. Unexpectedly he didn’t want to pull away; he wished he could hold Jimin for longer and for it to not be weird.

“You are truly my knight in shinning armor.” laughed Jimin, finally pulling back to stare at Jungkook, who breathed out a laugh for lack of anything better to do. He mused that succumbing to his need to lean down to kiss Jimin would have been extremely weird.

“Are you my princess then?” teased Jungkook, lopsided smile perched on his lips. He felt Jimin’s fingers curl into his jacket and, unconsciously, he tightened his arms around his waist in response.

“Shut up,” laughed Jimin, still not letting go of the other, “You fucking idiot.”

Jungkook laughed and let Jimin press himself against him again. They stood like that for a while, hugging and enjoying each other until Jimin yawned so big his jaw almost popped out of its place.

They bid farewell to each other with shy smiles and happy hearts, Jungkook wishing for hours to run by fast so he could see Jimin again.

Jungkook had always prided in being strong, never losing his composure in unexpected situations; he was smart and observant, quick to catch on on what was going on around him so he could act the best according to the problem.

But this time it was so unexpected that he stood there, rooted to the floor with his heart beating almost painfully on his chest.

He reacted two seconds too slow, so when his brain finally told him to recoil and run she had already spotted him.

“Jungkook?” she questioned, her eyes squinting slightly in confusion before her face contorted into one of happiness, even of relief. “Jungkook! It’s you, right?”

He shook his head, ready to fly but she was quick and before he could blink she had approached and grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving; it was so unexpected he was still numb, not fast enough to think of an escape. The fact that he was tired from work influenced too; he had a rough morning at the repair shop when of the engines broke and covered his entire being with car oil.

“Don’t you recognize me?” she asked, hopeful eyes staring up at him. He gulped, eyes darting away from hers, wishing his body would finally react so he could get away from this situation.

Of course he recognized her; she had the same face, just with the bonus of some wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and instead of sporting a bright red her hair was black, just like his.

“Jungkook, I’m-“

“I know.” he cut her with a deep frown. He knew who she was, but it angered him she thought she could appear out of nowhere after so many years and expect him to smile like nothing. “I know who you are.”

“Ah, I’m glad.” she sighed, smile still on her lips. “I thought for a moment you had forgotten me.”

“I did.” he spat, finally musing the courage to free his arm from her grip. She frowned in confusion but before she could say anything he kept talking. “I did until you appeared-“

“Jungkook, dear-“

“Don’t.” he spat furiously through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare call me sweet names.”

“I’m here to talk, Jungkook.” she tried to explain, her smile now gone to be replaced with a worried frown. He snorted, anger sprouting to live.

“How did you find me anyways.” he asked, eyes swelling up with unwanted tears. He sniffled loudly, furiously attempting to contain the urge to cry; they were tears of anger, he knew, of frustration, but he refused to show weakness in front of her, let her know she somehow was able to reduce him into a crying child because he missed his mom.

“I went to your grandpa’s house and asked the neighbors about you when they told me he died awhile ago.” she mumbled, eyes going down with a brief sparkle of sadness. “you should have told me he-“

“How?” he interrupted her again, voice loud enough to attract people’s attention. They were standing at the street, just outside Jungkook’s apartment building and the grannies that always fused over Jungkook with fondness and freshly-done cupcakes were now looking at the scene with worried eyes. “How was I supposed to tell you when you left with nothing much of a farewell to your only son twenty years ago.”

“Jungkook- I— I’m sorry-“

“I don’t fucking care how sorry you are.” he spat furiously, wiping away the angry tear that slipped from his eye. She took a step back, obviously taken aback by Jungkook’s display of anger, which Jungkook internally rejoiced in; she needed to know how badly she had hurt him. “I don’t need you now, I don’t want you here. You aren’t my mother.”

“Jungkook-“

“No - fuck off” he almost screamed in her face, and then, without giving her another glance, turned around, ignoring the repeated call of his name.

“I think you should tone it down boy.”

“Are you my dad?” slurred Jungkook, giving Taehyung a side glance that he hoped was charged with hatred -as much as his half closed eyes could be able to produce.

Taehyung snorted while looking at him, and Jungkook had to turn his head away because even in his drunken state he could see the worry on his friends eyes.

“You’ve been acting weird,” pouted Taehyung instead of prodding Jungkook more about his obvious inner struggle, “First you barely go out with us anymore at night and now you suddenly appear out of nowhere and drink your brains out. Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Jungkook grunted in response, gulping down another tequila shot before slamming the glass on the counter, the hot liquid burning down his throat in a rather pleasant way. He knew the hangover would be horrible the next day -tequila had terrible effects on him-, but at least it was numbing his thoughts enough to forget the pleading eyes of his mother.

“She said sorry.” mumbled Jungkook, spiting the words with disgust, “she thinks she can appear suddenly and everything will be fucking rainbows and unicorns because she says she’s sorry-“

“Who?” asked Taehyung, leaning closer to Jungkook to take away the shot glass the bartender had refilled.

“Mom.” replied Jungkook dryly as his shoulders sagged tiredly. He heard his friend suck in a breath, didn’t need to turn to look at him to see the surprise on his face. Taehyung was aware of Jungkook’s story and also knew parents’ topic wasn’t welcomed in a conversation. He had learned it the hard way when they were still teens.

“This is fucked up.” mumbled Taehyung for the lack of anything better to say. Jungkook nodded clumsily, his senses numbing even more as alcohol was consuming his whole body; but he was still able to talk and think, so he needed more.

He reached for the glass Taehyung had took from him but his friend took it away from his fingers, which made Jungkook stare at him furiously.

“What the fuck.”

“I think you’ve drank enough-“

“Aren’t you my friend?” slurred Jungkook, swaying back when he stood from the stool, fists clenched ready to punch Taehyung in the face.

“Because I’m your friend I’m not letting you drink more.”

“Fucking hate ya’.” mumbled Jungkook, feebly punching Taehyung’s shoulder. His friend tried to hold him still, but Jungkook snapped his arm away from him and turned to the door of the bar, “‘m leaving, I don’t need you acting like my dad tonight. Fuck you-“

“Dude, come on-“ tried Taehyung, standing behind, “- let’s find a pretty girl you can hook up with to destress a bit-“

“Fuck off!” he screamed, swatting away the hand Taehyung had put on his shoulder. Without another word he marched towards the door, troubled for a second when he couldn’t find the knob to open it.

The fresh air of the night helped him sober slightly. He still wobbled on his legs, though, not following a straight line and without a particular direction. He didn’t know where he was going but being honest, he didn’t care much.

He felt bad for what had happened early that afternoon. He acted on impulse and unconsciously spilled all his resentment on her; but then, even if she deserved it he had been feeling bad about it the whole afternoon. That was what had confused him even more— the guilt.

He wouldn’t have felt bad four months ago, his drunken brain reasoned, but spending so much time with Jimin had made him softer, more comfortable in feeling other things than hatred or simply not feeling anything at all. It was Jimin’s fault his mother’s visit had affected him so much.

With that in mind he decided to pay Jimin a visit, tell him it was his fault. Yeah, that sounded good.

Somehow he remembered Jimin wasn’t on the store that night, one of the few nights he had free during the week, so he automatically directed his steps towards the other’s apartment, climbing clumsily up the stairs of the building that on any other night he would have jumped two at a time.

He knocked on the door roughly with his fist, then slapped on it until Jimin opened the door, hair disheveled and eyes half closed.

“Jungkook?” he asked confused, rubbing with a fist the crumbs on his eyes. Cute, Jungkook thought, but he reminded himself he was there for a reason and Jimin needed to know how of an emotional mess he had made of Jungkook, he couldn’t allow any distractions- regardless of how cute Jimin was.

“It’s your fault.” said Jungkook, pointing an accusatory finger at Jimin’s chest, whose eyes opened wide in confusion, “She came back, and I felt bad and it’s your fault.”

“OK?” said Jimin carefully, even more confused after the other’s reasoning, “Do you wanna come in?”

“No-“ refused Jungkook loudly, jabbing another finger at Jimin’s chest, “-I’m angry at you.”

Jimin grabbed his wrist softly, tiny fingers barely enveloping fully Jungkook’s forearm. Jungkook marveled at it, watching with wide eyes how cute Jimin’s sturdy and slightly tanned fingers contrasted with the colors inked on his skin. Shit, he was getting distracted.

“That’s why you should come inside,” explained Jimin, eyebrows furrowed in slight concern and bottom lip jutted out in a pout, “I don’t want you to be angry at me.”

Jungkook wasn’t really sure how the other had managed to convince him, but five minutes later he found himself sat on Jimin’s couch with a glass of water on his hands, eyes wide observing everything around him. He reasoned it had a lot to do with Jimin’s doe and sparkly eyes and that giant pout that could melt even the coldest heart.

“Drink that up,” said Jimin coming from the kitchen with a glass of milk on his own hands, “your hangover will be horrible otherwise.”

Jungkook obeyed, some water dribbling down his chin onto his tee from how quickly he gulped the contents down, and ignoring Jimin’s giggle he whipped his face a second after.

“Now you gonna tell me why are you so angry at me?” asked Jimin, sitting cross-legged on the sofa facing Jungkook’s side, hands cupping his glass carefully as to not spill its content.

“Because you make me feel things.” confessed Jungkook blatantly, ignoring those words could have a double meaning.

“Feel… things?”

“Yeah,” he affirmed, adding a firm nod to support his statement. “I used to not care and because of you I do care a lot about things now.”

“That’s…. Is that a bad thing?” questioned Jimin then, sensing this was more serious than what he expected initially.

“It is!” exclaimed Jungkook, turning his body to the side so he was facing the other aswell. “I shouldn’t feel bad for her, you know?” he kept babbling with a sudden knot on his throat, “she abandoned me, she deserves what I said to her but now I - I now feel bad - and it’s your fault.”

There was a moment of silence, complete and deafening silence; not even a sound could be heard from the street, it seemed as if the world hit pause for a second. And the next one he had Jimin’s arms around his shoulders pressing him down until his head collided with Jimin’s chest, noticing then he had started crying.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.” mumbled Jimin, his fingers cradling his hair softly. “I don’t know what to say—“

“It’s not really your fault,”choked out Jungkook, enveloping his arms around Jimin’s small frame. “it’s just- I didn’t expect it.”

“Wanna tell me what happened exactly?” asked Jimin, his fingers scratching softly Jungkook’s scalp. It was relaxing, but Jungkook found himself crying a bit more as memories came rushing to his mind; how hard he had cried when she left, how alone he felt the first few nights until his grandpa had helped him go through the pain and confusion, being his only source of comfort before he was forced to leave also.

“She- she left me -she simply abandoned me with grandpa when I was just a kid.” he explained clumsily, voice rough from the crying and fingers digging into Jimin’s over-sized tee. “and she came out of nowhere with an excuse of an apology thinking it will be as simple as that.”

Jimin seemed to grasp enough of the story through Jungkook’s drunken words, because he tightened his arms around the younger, pressing him more into his chest before burying his nose on Jungkook’s hair.

“When grandpa died I was alone, completely alone— I had no one and I just—” he babbled out, more tears coming out his eyes,”— she thinks she can say sorry and that I will forgive her as easily… I don’t want her in my life-“

“Then don’t accept her.” interrupted Jimin. Jungkook leaned away, surprised by his words; he knew Jimin was kind and caring, Jungkook reasoned he would be forgiving his mother were he in Jungkook’s case, so what he had just said caught Jungkook off guard.

“What?” he asked confused, sniffling harshly. Jimin gave him a fond smile before explaining himself.

“I mean, she left you behind and barely said goodbye nor why she was leaving,” he started with, his gentle fingers still on Jungkook’s hair, “That’s not how you treat your own kid, so you have the right to not forgive her.”

“I thought you would said I should— that is what you would do.”

“Not it you don’t want to.” he continued, smile still on his lips. Jungkook wasn’t sure what the other was smiling about, but the sight of it was enough to tamer down his crying. “she should have explained herself back then, you would have understood- maybe would get angry anyways, but you would have understood why she left and you wouldn’t have gotten angrier by the day for so many years. Maybe, by now, you would have forgiven her already ”

“I — Yeah….” mumbled Jungkook bewildered, blinking as Jimin’s words sunk in. He was still tipsy, so it took him a while to really comprehend that Jimin was right. He was a child when she left, but if she just have told him she wasn’t feeling capable of raising him, or whatever her reason was, he would have understood. He would have let it heal on its own instead of spending all his childhood wondering what he had done wrong and hating her to the point it forbid him of feeling anything else. Even if he had said he didn’t care anymore back then, deep inside him that wound had been still bleeding without him noticing and converted his pain into hatred to world.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, fixing his eyes on Jimin hoping it would convey how sincere he was. “I— I should have noticed I was still hurting and try to solve it instead of being so angry at everything and everyone.”

“You are a good kid, even if you don’t see it for yourself.” spoke Jimin softly, his smile never faltering. Jungkook noticed how Jimin’s smile was enough to ease his hurting heart. “On a side note, I think it would be good to talk to her, listen to her reasons but if you don’t want to forgive her for the pain she caused it’s understandable— but you don’t have to. Do it when you are ready.”

They stared at each other intently, Jimin used his thumb to wipe away Jungkook’s tears, touch tender and eyes soft. Jungkook felt overwhelmed for a second, letting himself drown on the other’s eyes that were so full of understanding and care. Jimin’s eyes were so pretty, sparkly, as if they held the whole world for only Jungkook to see, and they staring right back at him -only him; he felt rooted to the place, suddenly everything bad forgotten, there was no pain, no hate. There was nothing but peace, the tranquil beating of his own heart, his soothing breathing - maybe a bit of love.

Without thinking he leaned forward, closing the small space between his faces until their lips met. Jimin’s breath hitched against his lips, his fingers curling on Jungook’s nape.

It was a short kiss, but enough to leave Jungkook’s lips itching for more. He leaned in again to give Jimin’s lips an open-mouthed kiss this time, nipping softly the other’s bottom lip before separating again.

“Jungkook…” whispered Jimin, pushing him away slightly with a hand on his chest when Jungkook tried for another kiss, his other hand still curled around the back of his neck, “I don’t think we— you are drunk.”

“I want you, hyung,” he blurted out, fighting easily against Jimin’s weak push to press the tip of their noses together, dragging his body forward so he could be closer to him, “I want you so bad.”

Jimin breathed in shakily, half-lidded eyes fixed on Junkook’s lips into what Jungkook interpreted a silent plea for more, so he tilted his head and captured Jimin’s lips with his own again without a single bit of hesitation. Jimin seemed more eager this time aswell, opening his mouth to allow Jungkook lick into it with ease, both groaning in pleasure when their tongues met.

It was rushed, a bit sloppy, and maybe Jungkook was still too drunk to be completely aware of what he was doing, but as Jmin’s fingers fisted his hair with a rough pull and Jungkook’s hand fell on the other’s thigh there was nothing Jungkook would change about this moment.

It got heated up quickly, Jungkook leaning forward more and more until Jimin was laid down on the sofa with the younger between his legs and hovering over him, mouth devouring his complete being passionately. Jimin started releasing soft mewls of pleasure, as if he had difficulties keeping up with Jungkook’s path but not wanting to stop.

“Jungkook—“ moaned Jimin when the younger started rotating his hips down onto Jimin’s hardening bulge. Jungkook’s mouth moved down the other’s neck, nibbling softly and licking all the skin he could find, rejoicing in the little sounds of pleasure that kept falling from Jimin’s abused lips.

The younger kept the friction going for a bit despite it had started to hurt, his member too hard and sensitive, but Jimin kept clinging onto him, fingertips digging into the small of Jungkook’s back to press him closer, the other tugging at his hair; not to mention the sounds he kept releasing, awakening some groans of pleasure from Jungkook.

“Hyung— Jimin,” he groaned on the other’s neck, hot breath moisturizing Jimin’s skin as he panted against it, “tell me I can— please, let me fuck you.”

Jimin threw his head back, giving Jungkook unspoken permission to suck on his neck as his fingers dug more into Jungkook’s clothes.

“I don’t— I’ve never done it before.” confessed Jimin, voice rough and sounding undone. Jungkook groaned at the sound, pleased he had reduced Jimin into a mess so quickly.

“Shit,” moaned Jungkook, as his hips stuttered forward seeking for more, but his foggy brain reminded him of what Jimin had just said, so he slowed down and Jimin whined at the lost friction. “Then you don’t— we don’t have to-“

“I want to,” confessed Jimin, finally opening his eyes to stare back at him, eyes drowned in a mix of lust and fear. “I want to do this with you, I’ve wanted for long. I just— I don’t want this to mean nothing to you.”

Jungkook studied Jimin’s expression and the seriousness of his words, suddenly very aware of his own feelings. He didn’t want this to mean nothing either, Jimin was too precious in his life to fuck up that much. He wanted all of Jimin; his lips and their kissed, his tender smiles, his short fingers interlacing with his slender ones. He wanted everything Jimin had to offer.

“All of you—“ he slurred, pestering wet kisses all over the other’s face until he found his lips again, “I want all of you forever.”

Jimin embraced him by his shoulders, pressing him down impossibly closer. There wasn’t even a tiny bit of space between them, except for their clothes. Jungkook had never wished so hard for clothes to vanish into nothingness so quickly.

With shaky fingers and clumsy movements they got rid of their clothes and once they were utterly naked Jungkook stopped to marvel in the sight that was Park Jimin naked, sprawled under him with flushed cheeks and bitting on his bottom lip seductively, awaiting for Jungkook’s next move.

“You are— You are so hot.” mumbled Jimin shyly, his short fingers tracing delicately the ink on Jungkook’s chest, swirls and curls and vibrant colors that transformed into a beautiful rose. Jungkook let him, enjoying the feel of those sweet fingers on his skin. It was suddenly so intimate, the delicacy in which Jimin touched him made Jungkook feel safe and protected, not judged by his appearance; Jimin was showing him respect and love for how he was.

Jungkook leaned forward to capture the other’s lips in a rough kiss, his dick twitching when he prodded at Jimin’s entrance with a dry finger just to tease, making the other’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure, navel going down as he sucked in a deep breath. At this rate Jungkook wasn’t going to last long.

“Do you have lube?” asked Jungkook, running out of patience as his dick started to leak the more he played with Jimin’s ring of muscle.

“N—no but I have… coconut oil in the bathroom,” replied Jimin, flushing deeply red as the words spilled from his mouth.

“Coconut oil?” questioned Jungkook through slurry words, his mind still a bit foggy from the alcohol he had consumed previously and all the emotions swimming freely inside him, “Isn’t that for your skin or shit like that?”

“Well, yeah?” spluttered Jimin, blushing another shade darker the more he had to explain to a drunken Jungkook, “I looked it up on the internet….it can be used with care if it’s 100% natural coconut oil— shit, this is so embarrassing.” he added, covering his face with both his hands.

“You bought it with that purpose?” asked Jungkook mischievously, imagining a red-faced Jimin ordering coconut oil on the internet.

“No! It was meant for my face!” he exclaimed, uncovering his face to glare at Jungkook, who just smirked in response, “But, well, I— I kinda, yeah….” he admitted before covering his face again.

“You are so cute,” admitted Jungkook, prying Jimin’s hands away from his face so he could lean in for another kiss. Jimin groaned in a childish protest for his words, but melted against his mouth the second after as Jungkook nipped at his bottom lip to pull it open to deepen the kiss. “Wait here, gonna go for it.”

On his way to the bathroom he tripped with their discarded clothes, almost planting his face on the floor, but luckily for him the doorframe was at a reach of a hand, and that saved the little remains of ego he still had undamaged. Though he would have totally let himself fall if that meant Jimin would giggle as cutely as he did when he saw him trip.

The oil was fairly easy to find, the container was innocently resting atop the sink almost as if it was put there beforehand. He smiled to himself, arousal pooling on his lower half as he imagined Jimin trying to finger himself with this.

He found Jimin exactly how he had left him, sprawled on the coach, skin glistening with the faintest hint of sweat and flushed to the ears.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” groaned Jungkook, throwing himself forward in between Jimin’s legs for another kiss. Jimin welcomed him with an open mouth and eager hands that first just pressed him closer for later dug into his skin.

They kept kissing for awhile, panting into each other’s mouth hotly as they played with their tongues, their hips moving in synch with more delicious friction now that their leaking cocks lubricated them enough to make the slide delightful until the thud of something falling to the floor snapped Jungkook out of it.

He fished blindly for the coconut oil container as he sucked harshly on Jimin’s neck, leaving a trail of spit down to his collarbones, though Jimin didn’t seem to mind much by the way he arched himself more into the touch. He opened the lid, the sweet smell of the oil invading the room, and took a bit with two fingers. It was a bit a thick, and Jungkook doubted for a second it could really be used as lube, but then it started to melt on his fingers the more he played with it and that convinced him enough to try. He teased Jimin’s entrance with a slicked up finger, feeding off Jimin’s faint whimper that fell from his parted mouth the more he pressed the finger inside.

Jimin was nervous, Jungkook could tell, and consequently was putting restraint against Jungkook’s finger by clenching his ass at the feel of something on it.

“Relax,” mumbled Jungkook against Jimin’s collarbone, “otherwise it will hurt like hell.”

“I- I know,” said Jimin, voice restrained and rough. Jungkook had never heard such sound coming from the other’s throat; Jimin’s voice always sounded sweet despite the deepness of it, and Jungkook was enjoying the switch. “I’ve fingered myself before, it’s just— I’m nervous because it’s you.”

Jungkook looked up, taking in Jimin’s troubled face, hating the frown settled between his brows. He leaned forward, nipped at Jimin’s bottom lip and pressed his finger inside half-way, swallowing with his own lips Jimin’s little mewl.

“I will make you feel good.” promised Jungkook, pecking Jimin’s lips. The other responded with a high pitched whine as Jungkook prodded with his finger. He had to admit the oil was making the slide easy and its sweet smell made him salivate, giving him the urge to taste it. He discarded the idea, though Jimin would probably enjoy it a lot, but Jungkook was a bit too desperate to keep up with the teasing; there would be other chances for that.

It took all his willpower to be patient, his dick was hard between his legs and the little sounds Jimin kept releasing as Jungkook added more fingers and more pressure just fueled the fire. It was messy and sloppy, but he managed to loosen up Jimin’s muscles to the point the other could only gasp and cling onto him desperate for more, and Jungkook took pride in the fact he was managing to make Jimin’s first time so pleasurable.

“I think— I think I can handle it Jung—“ stuttered Jimin between little gasps of pleasure because of Jungkook’s quick pace. The younger looked up at him, studying his face, his fingers fucking into the other’s hole with fast moves that elicited loud squelching sounds.

“You think so?” he asked just to make sure because it was evident Jimin was ready for something bigger taking in consideration his ass kept clenching every time his fingers went in deeper.

“Yes, please—“

“Ok, shit.” mumbled Jungkook, finally pulling out his fingers. He admired the way Jimin’s ass clenched around nothing, the boy whimpering at the immediate emptiness so the younger quickly repositioned himself better between his parted legs, squeezing those pretty and tanned thighs to have support. “Ok, I’m going. Ready?”

“Yes, please— hurry—“ spat Jimin impatiently, grabby hands on Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook chuckled, amused by his evident impatience despite the nervousness that surrounded both of them.

He lubed himself quickly and pushed in slowly, delicately, just the enough pressure for the tip to get in to allow Jimin get used to the stretch. It was different from just three fingers and Jungkook didn’t want to hurt him.

Jimin threw his head back, eyes big like owl staring up at the ceiling as his fingers squeezed Jungkook’s bulging biceps to the point Jungkook felt his nails dig into the skin - surely leaving some marks that would be visible even on his inked skin and that, hopefully, wouldn’t disappear in a couple of days.

Jungkook pressed in a bit more, still slowly but with more confident as Jimin released a tiny sound that he hoped was of pleasure, and kept on going until he was balls deep inside him.

“You— are you ok hyung?” managed to ask Jungkook through gritted teeth; the pressure was too much, his dick surrounded by Jimin’s slick walls and warmth was too much. He wasn’t sure he would last for too long, he just hoped to make it good for Jimin.

“Yeah, just— just give me a second.” Jimin groaned, still clinging onto the other. Jungkook didn’t move, just stood there blinking down at the other waiting for the signal to go. He studied Jimin’s features, the delicate slope of his nose, those warm brown eyes swarmed with lust and with a little sparkle of something more as they stared right back at him. Jungkook’s heart fluttered in happiness and what he thought was love.

Yeah, it definitely it was love.

“Move.” whispered Jimin, hooking up his ankles at the small of Jungkook’s back, his thighs embracing his torso. Jungkook nodded, still in awe by that little moment they had, and rolled his hips languidly eliciting a beautiful gasp from Jimin’s mouth.

Jungkook kept it slow and fluid the first minutes, still scared he could hurt Jimin by moving too fast, but then Jimin pressed him closer with his legs and mumbled a breathy faster against his lips. And Jungkook lost it.

With deep and loud groans he moved his hips quick, kinda messily and losing his rhythm more times than not; it made him travel some years back to when he was still a teenager and tried to not come the moment he put his dick in someone, humping onto them with quick an short thrusts. Jimin managed to do that to him, reduce him to an hormonal and moaning mess. Unbelievable.

But Jimin seemed to be enjoying himself, with his head thrown back, his fingers digging painfully onto Jungkook’s arms and his legs limp at his side, making them bounce with the rhythm of Jungkook’s thrusts. Jungkook took Jimin’s hard dick with a hand, pumping it fast and hard in tandem with his thrusts. Or so he thought, he was still drunk -not sure if from the alcohol or from Jimin- so his senses were dumb and his brain foggy, everything around him felt like a dream. Jimin on his arms, moaning of pleasure felt like a dream. Jungkook hoped we was really making it good for him.

He felt his muscles tense, his climax approaching too soon for his liking but he was also desperate for release at this point so he quickened his pace on both his hand and hips until he came with an embarrassing high pitched moan, hips stuttering forward and his body falling completely on the other.

He remained stoic for a couple of seconds, breathing hard on Jimin’s neck when the realization that Jimin hadn’t come yet hit him. He reached for the other’s lips with his own, giving Jimin a rough and open mouthed kiss as his hand clenched around his dick and started pumping again, bringing out beautiful groans from Jimin’s throat, thirstily swallowing them all with his mouth. Jimin bucked his hips up, thrusting onto his hand as his hole clenched around Jungkook’s dick, seeking for release that came quickly, splashing the younger’s chest with his come. It was beautiful, Jungkook thought, the way his swollen lips parted and his eyes clenched shut, breathy moan echoing through the silent room.

Jungkook decided this was a sight he wanted all for himself for the rest of his life.

They remained like that for a while, breathing onto each other, bodies pressed tightly and just feeling. Jungkook didn’t mind at all the stickiness between their chests, nor the dampness of their sweaty skin; everything was perfect.

He wasn’t sure how or when he stood up from the sofa to go fetch a towel to clean themselves, but he somehow managed to, taking away all the mess from Jimin’s perfect body with delicate fingers and feather-like kisses.

They tried to cuddle for a while on Jimin’s sofa bed, after the older one explained to him how to open it to get the mattress out, but Jungkook was so tired it didn’t last for long, his heavy eyelids closing on its own as his lips curled up in a satisfied smile.

Jungkook woke up with a painfully throbbing head. He immediately rested the palm of his hand against his forehead, weakly trying to convey the pain away by adding a bit of pressure. He failed, though, his sweaty palm just disgusted him more, adding discomfort to his heated body.

“Fucking shit,” he cursed childishly, eyes opening in surprise when a body pressed closer to his and hot breath hit his collarbones as response. A look to Jimin’s sleeping form served to make him remember the events of the previous night and a sudden rush of embarrassment made his chest and neck flush up to the tip of his ears.

He panicked, because not only had he cried in front of the older one, spilling his secrets and worries, but also managed to confess his feelings. And Jungkook had never cried in front of anyone except for his grandfather, and that had been ages ago.

But his fear dissipated as quickly as it came when, after pondering about the situation for another two seconds, felt less burdened; sure his head hurt like hell, but his heart felt at peace, his mind cleared. Something he didn’t recall feeling ever before, and everything thanks to the night spent with Jimin.

He took another glance to the sleeping boy beside him, curled up towards Jungkook seeking for warmth, his hands fisted, one of them on Jungkook’s tattooed chest next to his squished cheek. A fond smile creeped its way up on his lips as his heart swelled with contentment. This was really unexpected coming from him since never had he felt something like this for anyone; he felt secure and protected with Jimin, like he could let himself get loose and open up to him without being judged. It was refreshing and pleasant and sure something he wished would remain for a long time. That was the reason he had started hanging out with Jimin at first as well, because the older one gave Jungkook the sense of freedom instead of the urge to prove himself constantly.

He decided to let Jimin sleep a bit more, and despite being really comfortable in their current position, he scurried away carefully from under Jimin’s body, fishing his clothes to put on.

He was hungry, and assumed Jimin would too once he woke up, so he grabbed Jimin’s keys once he had freshened in the bathroom and pecked Jimin’s forehead, and tiptoed his way out to go seek for some baked goods.

It took him more time than expected, no bakeries were near where Jimin lived and the one most close to his apartment became not an option when the old man at the counter frowned at him when he stopped at the door to inspect the food, obviously taken aback by Jungkook’s tattooed arms and pierced ears.

On other days, he would have come inside and make an scene, call out the dude for his rude attitude and leave with hands full of free food, but he was in a good mood and Jimin wouldn’t be happy to know he had profusely scared someone just because he felt offended. So he recoiled and kept walking until he found another one that wouldn’t say anything, the lady behind the counter probably used at having people with his looks given the neighborhood they lived in.

He walked back to Jimin’s apartment with a slight bounce on his steps, whistling softly a tune he didn’t know where he had listened to before and no trace of a headache. He felt good, and the world seemed less dull than the previous day. He thought that if any of his buddies saw him they would laugh at him once they would recover from the sight of Jungkook smiling from ear to ear with a genuine smile. But then, he thought he couldn’t care less when the thought of a sleepy Jimin greeting him at his apartment came to his mind. Fuck his image.

He kept whistling happily while he searched for the right key to open the door with one hand, the other holding the bag of freshly-made sweet buns that had his mouth salivating, anticipating Jimin’s sleepy face breaking into one of his beautiful smiles at the sight of them; maybe Jungkook would be able to steal a couple of kisses from him.

He came face to face with a freshly-showered Jimin, damp hair pointing everywhere and clothes two sizes too big on him. Jungkook smiled to himself, taking in the adorable sight in front of him until he spared a look at Jimin’s face.

He seemed surprised, eyes wide fixed on Jungkook who still stood by the door, mouth slightly ajar.

“What?” asked Jungkook, suddenly feeling uneasy at the other’s face. “Is something wrong?”

“I thought— why are you here?” stuttered Jimin, blinking rapidly. Jungkook’s heart sunk to his stomach as sudden panic fell on him. Why was Jimin surprised? Was Jimin not happy to see him? Had jungkook misinterpreted everything? Maybe Jimin hadn’t expected Jungkook to stay; Despite he had said he had wanted this for long, Jimin never said he wanted to repeat.

“I can leave if you want.” answered Jungkook sounding really defensive and forcing himself to not cry. Maybe he had been too positive, too quick on thinking the world was starting to smile at him; maybe the past night with Jimin had just been a fling for him and nothing else; maybe Jungkook had imagined that spark of love and fondness on his eyes. If that was the case, he wouldn’t let Jimin see him cry again, see he had hurt him.

“Wha— no! I don’t—“ said Jimin, taking a step forward as he moved his hands quickly. He seemed troubled, not sure how to react if his awkward stance near the bathroom’s door was anything to go by. “I was just surprised, I thought you left.”

“Well, I did,” mumbled Jungkook, eyes going down to the bag on his hands when holding Jimin’s stare became too much, heart hammering quickly against his ribcage. “I was hungry and thought you would like some sweets for breakfast.”

“Break— breakfast—” stuttered Jimin, voice sounding a bit incredulous under the anxiety that graced the question, “shit— breakfast?”

“Uh…Yes?” answered unsure Jungkook, confusion leveling up at the other’s growing smile. He blinked surprised when Jimin’s laugh broke the silence, observing as Jimin lifted his hands to drag over his face and that muffled a loud groan before he dropped them at the side and stared back at him.

“Shit, Jungkook— I hate you so much,” he said still laughing. Jungkook didn’t have time to react to that because the next second his arms were full of Jimin lifting on his tiptoes to try to kiss him, the citrusy smell of his shampoo invading Jungkook’s senses. He complied, thought, he let Jimin kiss him and hug his neck with both his arms tightly as his brain still tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

“I thought you left and wouldn’t come back.” explained Jimin against his lips before releasing a shaking breath, his eyes swelling up with tears despite the smile on his lips.

“What? no, hyung I wouldn’t—“ Jungkook tried to explain clumsily. He had so much to say, he had practiced on his way back to Jimin’s apartment the words he wanted to use to confess to the other in a less drunk-like manner, but now he couldn’t find the proper words to convey his feelings. “I would never do that to you.”

Jimin nodded, sniffling loudly before hugging the younger tighter and burying his face on Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook had to embrace him tightly as Jimin dropped all his weight on him, seemingly really relieved to have the younger on his arms again.

“I was cursing at you so bad five minutes ago,” said Jimin, mirth gracing his tone before leaving a soft peck under Jungkook’s ear, “I’ve never said such awful words in my entire life. You have changed me Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook laughed as well, amused at the other’s words; only if Jimin knew how much he had changed Jungkook as well.

“I’m sorry Jimin,” he apologized sincerely, breathing in Jimin’s sweet scent. “I truly am.”

“I know silly,” said Jimin, leaning away to stare at him. Jungkook smiled at Jimin’s face, lacking annoyance or hurt despite his reddened eyes; he looked happy and relieved, a look Jungkook wanted to see on his face everyday. “I’m sorry for doubting you, for thinking you would leave… I didn’t see you and I panicked. It hurt to think that what happened last night meant nothing to you after all.”

Jungkook had wanted to surprise the other with breakfast and sweet kisses but instead Jimin woke up to an empty bed and emptier apartment and nothing to warn him about the younger’s whereabouts; Jungkook couldn’t blame him for thinking the worst of the situation. Actually, were Jimin someone else, Jungkook would have left without any remorse.

“It’s ok,” reassured Jungkook leaning in for a quick kiss, not even fighting back the urge of it. Why would he? It felt too good to have Jimin at his reach whenever he desired, it would be stupid of him to refrain himself when kissing Jimin was way more pleasant. “I would have thought same to be honest. But I’m here now and I’m planing to stay for as long as you want me to.”

“That’s good to hear, because I’m not letting you go anywhere.” replied Jimin, bumping their noses together before tilting his head to the side to seal their lips with another kiss. This time it lasted longer as Jungkook pressed Jimin firmly against him when the other tried to lean away; he wanted to put into that kiss his feelings, hoping Jimin would understand how much he felt towards him. And by the way Jimin melted against him, Jungkook knew he had understood.

Junkook was planing to stay forever and Jimin was accepting him with open arms.

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