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suhtorus · 5 months ago

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𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐skyfall. geto suguru

part one. sunrise (her)

⥅ word c. 4,411

⥅ warnings. fem!reader, non sorcerer au (suguru is a grad student), established relationship (suguru and reader live together), mentions of drinking and smoking, domestic fluff, unreliable narrator

𝄢♭bloom ‐ the paper kites / not about angels ‐ birdy / beautiful baby ‐ elizabeth

Before meeting Suguru, you never understood the hype behind sunsets. People often label them as 'majestic' and take endless pictures of the same orange sky when it should be general knowledge that the real beauty resides within the quiet mornings, the world stirring awake and the sky tinting itself in soft hues of blue and pink like a Monet painting. No sunset could ever compare to the crisp and refreshing air that comes with the break of dawn.

So, if someone were to ask you, you’d pick sunrises in a heartbeat.

Perhaps what makes sunrises better is that you get to see him and his dark hair —that puts the night sky itself to shame— as soon as you wake up, walking down the street with his characteristic hunched over frame as he kicks the rocks standing in his way. He hasn't seen you (which is rare, he's always trying to catch your attention as soon as he rounds the corner of your street), sitting by the open window just two floors above him. But when he finally does, purple eyes stare blankly at you.

"Who–" You watch him squint his eyes, stopping abruptly, and your grin only grows. It takes him two ragged breaths and a gasp to finally address you by your name, "what are you doing up there?"

You wave at him as you lean over the windowsill. He can't be serious, you think to yourself, "I live here, Suguru."

He seems tired, rubbing at his eyes before rushing to the building’s entrance and disappearing from your sight. It wouldn't be a surprise if he had a rough night, suddenly making you feel bad for not making sure you had a warm cup of coffee to welcome him back.

The apartment door opens and Suguru's silhouette slips through, his keys hitting loudly the porcelain bowl by the entrance. You don't even have to think twice, standing up from your spot by the window and meeting him halfway in what has to be the tightest hug you have ever gotten from him.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

He's nuzzling his face against your neck, breathing in the fresh scent of your body wash and leaving a kiss on your skin. His hold on you is so tight yet comforting, just as the silence of the world at six in the morning.

“I know,” your fingers thread through his hair, realizing it's longer than you remembered, “would you like to sleep now or have breakfast first?”

“Cuddles.”

You roll your eyes and tug the hairs at the nape of his head softly, “That wasn’t an option.”

Still in his arms, he guides you towards the bed placed at the corner of the apartment, and once you're under the covers, it's you who now hides your face in his neck.

“Why are you still up?” he asks with his lips against the crown of your hair.

For a moment, you choose to focus on his warm breath caressing your skin. If you tell him you were waiting for him, it's very likely that you’ll end up being scolded.

Shrugging, you nuzzle closer to his chest, seeking more of his warmth, “couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Is your insomnia back?”

“Think so,” you mumble, “but I got to greet you back, so I don't mind.”

It's silent for a while, the only sounds coming from your breaths and the noise of cars driving down the street. The world is slowly waking up, clouds that resemble cotton candy floating in the sky and a light, chill breeze coming through the open window.

“Sugu, you should sleep.”

“I will,” he breathes out, his hold on you tightening for a moment, “now that I have you in my arms.”

“Oh my god, that was so cheesy!”

His chest reverberates with his laugh, lips tugging upwards as he sweeps his tongue across his teeth in a cheeky way. There's no way your heart can watch and not melt as he does that.

“You never complained before," he tries to defend himself, his smirk coming back as he leans closer to whisper in your ear, "and I know you love it.”

You look up at him, eyes gleaming under the sunlight, and you swear you haven't felt this happy in weeks, “I love you.”

A mix of emotions seems to swirl in his eyes, staring back at yours weirdly. It's hard to pinpoint what's going through his mind, but you can tell that whatever it is, it's troubling him.

“I love you so much more.”

—

It's almost eight pm, and Suguru hasn't woken up.

“Sugu,” you whisper, leaning closer to his face as you search for a sign of consciousness, “you’ll be late.”

“Babe, c’mon… five more minutes?” he groans, voice throaty and laced with sleep.

“We've been sleeping all day!”

His arms circle your waist, pulling you on top of him, “s’all your fault, I was dreaming of you,” he mumbles with his eyes still closed.

“How is that my fault?” you bite back, but when you don't hear a reply from him, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest.

He fell asleep again.

Removing yourself from his hold, you crawl on top of him until you're so close that your lips brush against his.

“You'll be late for work,” you start littering kisses all over his jaw and watch as his brows furrow slightly, “I shouldn’t have let you nap after we had lunch.”

Still half asleep, he cups your face between his hands and pulls you down for a kiss. It's lazy and a bit clumsy, you blame it on the fact that he just woke up. But after getting a taste of him, you're tempted to ask him to stay.

With his hands still at the sides of your face, he pulls your mouths apart and gazes lovingly at your face, brushing a few strands of hair away from it. Suguru's eyes always make your knees falter, and your heart tremble, especially when they focus on yours.

“How did you sleep?” he asks before squinting his eyes at you, “wait– did you even sleep?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did. No need to start nagging at me.”

He yawns, stretching his arms above his head while you climb off of him, “I need to shower.”

“Yeah, you stink,” you fake a gag only to squeal a second later when he pinches your sides.

Finally, he gets on his feet, and you watch your boyfriend get closer to you. Sometimes you forget how imposing his presence can be, his height and large frame suddenly making you feel small under his stare.

“Shower with me,” he rasps out in your ear, hands grabbing you by your hips as he begins to nip at your neck.

“O-Oh?” with a raised eyebrow and warm cheeks, you nod bashfully and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, “lead the way.”

The sound of your giggles fills the small apartment as he carries you bridal style towards the bathroom, his own laugh joining yours.

—

“Don’t forget your wallet!”

He's running late, just as you predicted.

With his hair still damp from the shower, he runs from one side to the other collecting his stuff, “what would I do without you?”

Shaking your head, you watch as he finally makes his way to the door and picks up his coat.

“Work hard! I'll be waiting for you.”

Suguru stops abruptly, his hand already on the doorknob as he grimaces, “I should probably tell you not to, but… ugh fuck it, I’ll be selfish.”

He leans forward to kiss you, his free hand holding you by the back of your neck as the other remains on the door knob. Unfortunately, the kiss ends as quickly as it began.

In your daze, you barely have a chance to smile back at him as he waves goodbye.

“See you at sunrise!”

“Again? ”

You grimace when Suguru’s loud voice disrupts the peaceful morning. It’s still pretty early, the streets empty and void of other souls besides nature blooming around you, waking up to another spring morning.

But besides the white cat climbing down the roof and the trail of ants on the wall, it’s just you and him.

Your heart warms up in familiar delight, and you wonder if there will ever be a day in which your chest won’t feel like expanding and shrinking at the same time just at the sight of his handsome smile. A small fit of giggles escapes you as you shake your head disapprovingly, a finger placed on your lips signaling him to be quiet.

“Again.”

Blowing him a kiss from your spot, you snicker as you watch his grin widen, his long legs moving faster towards the building. Good thing he seems as eager as you are, you’ve always hated how long it takes him to reach the front door of your apartment.

As soon as he gets inside, he comes face to face with you and immediately goes for your lips, both mouths meeting in a soft kiss as you stand at the door.

Your surroundings seem to blur around you, his scent invading your mind and his touch melting your skin. The emotions stirring in you are so strong that almost have you in tears. It’s becoming too much, and yet you refuse to part from his lips, knowing that it would only make room for the emptiness again.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, eyelashes fluttering as you slowly open your eyes and gaze at him, his tender gaze already fixed on you.

“I smell food,” he murmurs against your lips, pecking your nose afterward, “waffles?”

Humming, you bury your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to envelop you, “you probably haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

His hand rubs circles on your back as he chuckles. You really don’t want to let go of him, but the food’s growing cold. So, against your will, you squirm away from his grasp and start dragging him by his hand.

The kitchen is just a few steps away, a small white table sitting in the center with a fake succulent on it, and two plates full of freshly cooked food. It took you a quick trip to the grocery store since there only seemed to be pizza leftovers in the fridge (quite unusual of him, you’re actually planning on asking him about it later).

“What do you think?”

His eyebrows raise slightly and his mouth parts in quiet awe, his purple irises shining with hues of amber thanks to the sunlight filtering through the window. Those same eyes suddenly switch from the food to your face, and your knees falter, there’s a glee in them that you haven’t seen in a long time, and it fills your insides with butterflies until they threaten to spill out of your mouth.

“I fucking love you. You know that, right?” he says after cupping your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering and refusing to look away from you.

The laugh that bubbles in your chest only makes his grin widen, raw adoration and happiness emanating from the both of you. You leave a light peck of affection on his jaw and then push him toward his seat.

“You’re gonna love me even more once you taste it.”

“Impossible.”

The dumb smile refuses to leave your lips, your cheeks hurting and muscles cramping, but that’s Suguru’s effect on you: his mere presence is enough to make you smile in a love struck daze.

He groans after taking the first bite, “this,” he says after swallowing, pointing at the half-eaten waffle with his fork, “tastes heavenly. I missed your cooking so much, baby.”

Taking the compliment with a bashful smile, you choose to focus on your food and begin to eat as well.

“I noticed you’re walking to work now. Did something happen to your car?” you ask trying to start some small talk and at the same time, it was one of the many questions you have sitting at the back of your mind.

“I'm trying this new thing called being eco-friendly.”

A loud gasp leaves your throat, “You’re such a hypocrite! If you cared about that, you wouldn’t ask for straws at restaurants!”

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, “that’s for the turtles, not the planet.”

“Huh? Even worse?!”

The amusement in his features only enhances his attractive looks, even if it’s so early in the morning and right after having a night shift, he always manages to remind you what a handsome man he is. You huff and pout involuntarily, it truly isn’t fair.

“Relax, I use the metal straws you gave me,” he reaches out across the table to pinch your cheek, “I'm not that evil.”

Still with a slight pout on your lips, you stand up and go to the fridge in order to fill your drinks.

“Could you pass me a Red Bull?” he calls from behind you, and you frown.

“Suguru, it’s seven in the morning.”

He hums, “Yeah, and I don’t want to fall asleep during my 9 am lecture.”

“Then drink cold water,” you offer, closing the door of the fridge after fetching the jar of juice for you and filling his glass with water, “you’ll get an arrhythmia one of these days.”

You see him sigh once he sees you return with no sight of a Red Bull in your hands, but you aren’t backing down. With a pointed look, you silently stand your ground until he seems to give up.

“Fine, no energy drinks.”

You nod, relieved that he’s finally listening to you. God, when did he become that stubborn?

He takes a sip of his water, a tiny smirk stretching his lips around the rim of the glass as he stares at you, “I’ll just buy a coffee on my way to class, then.”

“Suguru!”

“What?”

—

Watching Suguru sleep has always comforted you. A dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you observe the way his dark eyelashes rest above his cheekbones, hiding those beautiful eyes you fell in love with just a few years ago.

It hasn’t been long since you woke up, the room dark and barely illuminated by the setting sun. The shadows of the trees dance all over the walls as they sway thanks to the wind, a low whistle coming from the windows as the wind picks on its strength and clashes against the glass.

You don’t think it can get any more peaceful than that.

In a matter of minutes, the sky begins to turn darker, which means he has to be up soon so he can make it to work on time. Moving closer to his side, you peck his cheek and whisper a soft ‘hi’ once you feel his arm drape over your waist.

“Hello, pretty girl,” his voice is hoarse and heavy with sleep, a lazy smirk gracing his lips. That is until he notices the pendant hanging from your neck, “where did you find that?”

Your hand automatically wraps around it, smiling to yourself as you look down to examine it, “Oh! It was in your drawer. So weird because I thought I had it with me.”

“You must’ve left it.”

His tone turns dry, which makes you look up from your chest and notice the distant look in his eyes, immediately confusing you. Weird, he seemed fine just seconds ago?

“Do you remember when you gave it to me?” you shuffle closer, wanting to keep at bay whatever thoughts he’s having since it’s clear they aren’t pleasant, “honestly, I still had my doubts about you… back then, I mean.”

“Why?” His lips turn into the cutest pout you’ve ever seen, and it almost makes you lose your train of thought.

How is he so cute? You think to yourself. Even after three years since you met, all it takes is a smile from him, and you’re putty in his hands.

“I never thought you’d like me back, and I was waiting for someone to tell me it was a bet or a dream.”

And it had truly felt like one. As silly as it sounded, it all seemed too good to be true, which meant you were bound to have your doubts. The good morning texts, walking to class together, and spending hours in his dorm studying for your exams; Suguru behaved like a true gentleman, through and through.

Falling in love with him has to be the easiest thing you've ever done. He captured your heart in a matter of weeks, and a year later, on your first anniversary, clasped a necklace around your neck—giving you a piece of him to carry with you.

He caresses your cheek lovingly, bringing you back from the lovely memories before speaking, “I know I was a broke college student, but I wasn't that broke to make our relationship a bet.”

You quickly stand up to pick up a pillow and throw it at him, laughing as he scrunches up his face before he receives the hit.

“Asshole.”

Suguru laughs and watches you walk away once he removes the pillow from his head, answering back with that sweet voice of his, “sweetheart.”

“We should do something special,” you say as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, the last rays of sun hitting your body and casting an ethereal glow around you, “our anniversary is coming up.”

He seems to be in a daze for a second, his stare fixed on you and an emotion you had yet to see from him brimming from his eyes.

“Yeah, we should.”

“Alright,” Suguru looks so funny with his hands on his hips while standing in the middle of the empty street, “as much as I love coming home to you waiting for me, you need to get some sleep.”

You dismiss his comment with a wave of your hand, focusing instead on the hues of blue shining behind him.

“Whatever.”

Less than two minutes later, he’s finally in your arms, his embrace tight as he rocks your bodies softly to the tune of your morning playlist.

“If I'm asleep, I can't give you your good morning kiss, y’know?”

He’s getting tired of your excuses, and it’s so easy to tell by the way he no longer fights you. However, that doesn't stop him from punishing you for it.

Your vision turns upside down as he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to bed, blatantly ignoring your complaints.

“I think it’s time I tell you the story of a woman that refused to sleep at night,” he settles you under the covers, his arm resting under your neck while the other pinches your cheek, “so the devil himself came to visit her.”

“Suguru…” you trail off, a sense of dread quickly creeping over you, “don’t.”

Ignoring you, he continues, “she liked to sit by the window–”

“Noooo, stop! I'll sleep, I promise!”

“Don’t be rude and stop interrupting me,” he squishes your cheeks together and stares at you with fake anger, “also, I don't believe you anymore.”

There's nothing else for you to do but pout, knowing he's going to use your fear of ghosts to his advantage.

“As I was saying, she sat by the window until one night a group of people stopped by. They gave her a box and told her to keep it, and that they’d come back for it the next day.”

By now, you have your face tucked against his arm, hiding half of it, while the blanket covers your ears.

“However, in the morning, she opened the box and found a dead cat,” he doesn’t even need a dramatic pause to have you gasping in surprise, a cold chill running all over your body, “a priest told her that the dead were trying to curse her since she was disrupting their time to roam the living world, so he advised her to get a living cat in the box and return it.”

Where does Suguru get all his crazy stories? You have no idea. But this one took the ball out of the park.

His face is still serious as he finishes the story, “they showed up that night, three in the morning sharp, and asked for the box. She returned it with the cat inside, and luckily they left her alone.” his tone quickly switches to a chirpy one and smiles, “that’s why you should sleep at night!”

“Suguru, you’re so mean,” you whine, “what if they show up? You know I like staying up at night!

“Not my problem.”

A slap to his shoulder with your hand comes as an immediate response.

“Ow! Who’s being mean now?” he rubs the spot you hit, but he’s so close to losing it, his eyes crinkling as he tries not to laugh.

“You asked for it,” you reply in a low mumble, and he finally gives in to the hilariousness of the situation.

“C’mere, baby. Let’s sleep,” he sees your cheeks squished against the pillow and pinches them, cooing at you at the same time, “so cute.”

Like a spell, you feel your eyelids become heavy, and you find yourself wrapped in his arms, his scent lulling you to a state of calmness.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

—

Suguru's hoodie sits on the bed as he gets ready for another shift. You’ve been watching him get ready for the past ten minutes, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it.

“How’s 'toru?” you ask, not remembering when was the last time you saw your boyfriend’s best friend. Just like him, he also worked the night shifts at the bar while balancing his last year in grad school, “I don’t think I've seen him around.”

Satoru practically lived in your apartment, loving how you always spoil him and side with him. To this day, Suguru says he regrets introducing him to you.

He leans down to your level and whispers, “you know how he gets during finals,” his fingers grasp a few strands of your hair to play with and doesn't say anything else.

“Well, tell him to come visit, so he can rest a bit. Also, he promised to watch a romcom every Saturday with me.”

This finally gets his attention, his eyebrows raising in interest, “why can’t you watch it with me?”

“You said you didn’t want to,” you shrug, “too cheesy for your liking or some shit like that.”

Suguru stands up to his full height again and grabs his hoodie, almost ready to go to the bar, “I'll bring popcorn when I get back, how’s that sound?”

You follow him to the door, watching as he slips his shoes on before turning around to face you, “are you sure? I know it's not the kind of genre you usually like to watch.”

“I won't let a movie stop me from spending time with my girlfriend,” he smiles and kisses your lips with a long and noisy peck that makes your heart happy, “and we are playing Mario Kart after.”

“But I suck at Mario Kart!”

“Exactly.”

—

It’s almost time for Suguru to come home and since the last few days have felt like the honeymoon phase when you moved in together, you decide you should spoil him with warm tea and a few of his favorite pastries.

As you make sure to turn off the stove and place the kettle safely on top of it, you hear the familiar jiggle of keys at the door. He steps in with his shoulders slumped and his eyes red, a very unusual sight that, truthfully, scares you a bit.

You walk up to him with the intent of helping him get rid of his clothes, to comfort him, but a particular smell catches your attention.

“You smoked,” it wasn’t a question.

He grimaces in return, “I'll go brush my teeth.”

You follow him to the bathroom, observing him splash water on his face before picking up his toothbrush.

“Rough night?”

He looks at you through the mirror and stares at your reflection for what feels like an eternity, but then he just shrugs, places his toothbrush back next to yours, and exits the bathroom.

“You could say so.”

“Can you believe you’re almost done with your master's? You're graduating this semester, right?”

As soon as you see him nod, you beam and clap your hands together.

“We should celebrate! Is the bottle of white wine still in the fridge?” but with a shake of his head, you have your answer, “then let’s go to the store, my treat! I'll get you your favorite beers too.”

“Isn’t it too early?” he takes a look at his watch and indeed it is early, barely past seven in the morning, “and I don't drink.”

Your smile falters a bit, confused at his last statement, “since when?”

“A few months ago,” he kisses the top of your head before pouring the boiling water in a cup.

You drop the subject and choose to focus on something else, excited to see his new future approaching, “what's the plan, then? Moving to a bigger place?”

His smile turns into a sad one and shakes his head, “I want us to stay here.”

It feels like someone just threw a bucket of cold water at you, your senses sharper than ever and your mind free of the fog that clouded it. It's unsettling how it's all laced with a hint of dread, no longer being able to smile until you make sure he faces your reality.

“You can’t.”

The answer is immediate, his body turning rigid and the defensiveness radiating off of him almost palpable.

“Why not?” he retaliates, his tone harsh and cold, “we’ve been living here since we graduated, you like this place.”

So that was the reason? A fond smile settles on your lips, and a bittersweet feeling takes over you. Pushing his cup aside, you move closer to him, your hands cupping his cheeks and making him look at you.

Like a switch, Suguru’s eyes fill with tears, glistening like the prettiest amethyst, even though the sight breaks your heart. You have never seen him so broken, your own heart aching at the sight of your boyfriend on the verge of breaking down in your arms.

But you can’t drag this on and keep fooling yourselves.

“It's time to let go, Suguru.”

End of part one.

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starry-nights-garden · 1 year ago

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&Team Reaction ✧ You falling asleep on their shoulder

✧ &Team all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: reaction, fluff, some humor ✧ warnings: none

pretends to be offended when you fall asleep on his shoulder during your date night at his place

lowkey pouts and mumbles a complaint about how you can't appreciate the time spent with your boyfriend enough

?????

you’re stirred awake and as you're about to get mad at him he makes it clear he was joking and throws his arms around you tightly

"It's okay, if my baby wants to sleep we can sleep."

really he's just trying his utmost to gloss over the fact that you sleeping on his shoulder made his heart skip several beats and he's also sincerely praying you can't see that his ears are beet red

this just made him feel way too many feelings, and as he's letting you snuggle up to him while you're lying down on the couch he's kinda starting to regret his reaction

as he’s finally calming down he must admit you falling asleep on his shoulder was kinda nice, so from that day on he keeps hoping it would happen again

Fuma:

you're on the way home after a date night out and he can tell you're very tired

so he makes sure you can sit on the subway home, and once the seat next to you clears up he sits down too

will wordlessly put his arm around you and pull you just a little closer so that your heavy head will soon come to rest on his shoulder naturally

and then you really do fall asleep with him as your pillow, and what started as a simple caring gesture is soon causing him serious heart problems jdbdjdjx

this guy will just be blushing madly while trying to hide it from all the other people in the same carriage jdbdndnd

and if he hears you snoring softly that will just take him out, like he will be about to combust into a billion pieces right then and there

needless to say, once you arrive at your station, he will be the more tired one, and not just because you got a nice little nap to restore your energy :’)

Nicholas:

notices right away that you're super tired when your eyelids keep drooping in the middle of the day

you're over at his place for an entire day of just watching movies with him, but you're not even halfway through the first one and you're already dozing off at the other end of the sofa

he knows that the reason why you're falling asleep isn’t because the movie he picked out is so boring to you, but he feels the need to tease you about it anyway

"I didn't think you'd be that bored by it?"

his playful complaint shocks you awake and you're quick to assure that that's not it

however, all your worries fade away when you see him grinning at you, and he extends his arms to bring you in closer

tells you it's okay and that he understands you didn't get much sleep last night

offers you his shoulder to take a nap and suggests finishing the movie afterwards

you agree without even being able to think about it, and you immediately doze off again

when you wake up you find yourself laying right beside him on the sofa, your head on his chest and his fingers drawing soothing patterns on your back

EJ:

lets out a soft "oh" when he feels the impact on his shoulder and he can smell your perfume right next to his face

you're studying together at his place, and because he knows how tired you are he tried his best to make it as fun as possible, coming up with elaborate examples to explain the parts you don't get and bringing your favourite snacks as a reward after memorizing each page

but now that you actually dozed off on his shoulder it dawns on him just how tired you really were

"Y/N..." - he calls out to you softly until he can see your eyelids flutter

tells you it's probably better if you rest for today and you continue studying tomorrow

when you agree and snuggle up to him more closely, he lets you

but his heart will also do the funniest things while watching you sleep peacefully so close to him…

Yuma:

his heart does flutter when your head suddenly hits his shoulder, but above all he's surprised that you're dozing off in the middle of the day

"Y/N... Y/N!" - calls out to you until you lift your head and look at him sleepily

scolds you for not sleeping enough at night and gives you a little lecture about how you need to use the day to be productive and the night to rest - not do whatever all night!!

when you start sulking and you tell him you couldn't fall asleep for hours he also realizes he might've been too strict

"Still... nighttime is for sleeping so... if you think you can't fall asleep tell me and I'll come over and help, okay?"

and now you find yourself smiling as he pulls you into an apologetic hug

lets you nap for a bit as you use him as a pillow, but makes sure you don't sleep too long so you could get a good night's rest later on

Jo:

he’s startled when he suddenly feels your head on his shoulder for sure, but after a second or two he’ll simply be smiling at you in adoration

the two of you went out to see a movie together - a pretty fun action movie - and he wasn’t aware of just how tired you must’ve been

but now that you’re dozing off on his shoulder despite the loud sound effects and a storyline he knows would’ve normally had your eyes glued to the screen in excitement, he can’t but let out a soft laugh

he’s not mad at you for falling asleep during your date, quite the opposite actually

he finds it adorable and highly amusing how you can sleep under such circumstances

will carefully put an arm around you to pull you closer, and though feeling you sleeping by his side like this makes his heart beat just a bit faster, he’ll simply let you have your nap time

will give you a soft laugh once you wake up, and he swears he’s not laughing at you, he’s laughing because you were just so cute!!

Harua:

he’s been talking to you about something and got really into it, so when you feel your ability to focus slipping away from you more and more you do feel sorry for him

but you also don’t want to stop him in his excited rambles, so you do your best to listen anyway

however, eventually your eyelids become too heavy and before you realize it you’re already dozing off with your head on his shoulder

“...ohmygod…” - he breathes out with wide eyes, completely panicking at the sudden closeness to you

whirls around before he can get himself together, and as a result your head now lands in his lap

and well, now he’s blushing madly, but eventually he’ll collect himself enough to figure that it’s better if he lets you sleep and gets you a blanket so you’re comfortable

forgets all about what he was talking about just earlier, and as he’s taking in your features from up close, tracing the lines on your face with a soft gaze, he feels himself calming down too

Taki:

was joking around with you while you two were watching a video on his phone and gets so into it that he fails to notice how you're getting sleepier and sleepier

as soon as your head lands on his shoulder, he's so surprised that he freezes up

he's not used to having you so close to him and also the way he can suddenly very clearly smell the perfume you're using makes his heart race like crazy

but instead of freaking out he figures he should simply let you get some rest if you're this tired and not move around until you wake up again by yourself

awkwardly fishes his headphones out of his pocket to continue watching the video without bothering you

but turns out he really cannot focus on a single thing happening on his phone screen while you're using him as a pillow :')

Maki:

you're sitting on the couch together in the late afternoon as you can feel your eyelids getting heavier

the moment your head hits his shoulder he immediately lifts it up to shake you off, because he thinks you're playing around

gives you a playful smile but when he sees your confused and half-asleep expression he immediately realizes he fucked up

"Oh god, wait- You were really falling asleep? But it's not even that late yet?"

when you tell him you barely slept the night before he seems to understand, and he leans back to make space for you on his lap, giving it a few pats

lets you use his lap as a pillow for you to take a nap and promises to wake you up in time for dinner

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dameronology · 1 year ago

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home (frank castle)

warnings: a little bit of frank being depressed but that's about it. probably language too? i don't even notice anymore.

this is the first thing i've written in so long and it's very short buuuut i hope you like it

--jazz xx

You could always tell when Frank had had a bad night.

The signs were clear as soon as he got home. Boots thrown to the side with a loud thunk (he would apologise for the noise in the morning); body haphazardly hitting the mattress beside you as he let out a huff of exhaustion. Normally, his hands would be on you before he even in bed. He had to sleep with his chest pressed to your back, arms wrapped tightly around you, any signs of breaking free met with intense refusal until the morning. You felt safe but he felt safer.

Tonight was different. You heard the crash of shoes, and the thump, thump, thump towards the bed. The mattress dipped beside you but instead of his hands, you were met with Frank's back to you. It was tense, littered with pink scars and red ones, and fresh cuts and bruises. You could have reached out, but you didn't want to push it. A few years ago, before you, before this, before he'd learnt love again, he probably wouldn't have come home at all. He would have stayed out til the crack of dawn, fighting, fighting, fighting; fists beaten to a pulp and every part of him rigid and exhausted to his very core. Frank had learnt now: when he got really bad, he had to come home. When the going got too tough even for him, it normally meant it was the end of night. You were just grateful he had come at all.

You said nothing; just a small sigh. For him, for you, for whatever the morning would bring.

10AM came quickly. It was a Sunday, so Manhattan was nice enough to wake a few minutes later than usual. The silence in your bedroom was quickly filled with the sound of horns and brakes and the yells of the outside world. You didn't have work that day, thank god. That meant there was no rush. Frank could rise whenever he wanted.

Except - fuck - you had forgotten to turn off your alarm. It came blaring out your phone as soon as the clock struck on the hour, vibrating across your bedside table and onto the floor with a loud thud. Frank, being the world's lightest and potentially most dangerous sleeper, quickly rose. His hair was getting longer now, so it was tuftier in the mornings. You would have laughed if your chest wasn't so heavy.

You quickly hopped out of bed, sheepishly picking up the phone.

"Shit," you muttered. "Frankie, I'm sorry."

He let out a grumble, rubbing his eyes. "It's okay. I had to wake up at some point."

"Are you okay?" you quietly asked. "I know you're not but...I gotta ask."

Frank didn't say anything - instead he just sighed. Then, he opened his arms and ushered for you to come back to bed. You did so without hesitation, dropping into the sheets beside him. Strong arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you to his chest, one hand cupping the back of your head. You'd always found irony in the fact that he had to be the one to hold you when he was upset. No matter how shit he was feeling, Frank was always the big spoon. His ability to protect you was the one thing he could control. It was the one thing that made him feel a little okay again.

"It was a really rough night," he quietly admitted. "I'll be okay, sweetheart. I just wanna take it easy today."

Frank said nothing else. What he had said was beyond anyone else's wildest dreams; this was coming from the man who made a point of closing himself off, from refusing himself love and anything good. You were the only person he would ever say anything too. It was safe to assume at any given moment that he wasn't okay, but he was a little closer to it when he was with you.

The rest of the morning went like a ghost.

You moved around each other with ease; his small touches lingered - a hand on your back here, another on your hip there - and you could tell he was coming back around. Sure, he burnt the first three pancakes and didn't realise the milk was out of date til after he'd poured it into your coffee, but he was being Frank. You would have been more worried if he'd cooked properly or made good coffee.

You'd moved to the sofa by midday, dirty plates piled up in the sink and Max snoring on the rug in the middle of your living room. Die Hard was playing quietly in the background (Frank argued it was an all year round movie). You were sat between his legs on the sofa, large thighs either side of yours and arms wrapped around your front. He had his head resting on top of yours, giving you the occasional squeeze with his legs and arms.

"I love you," Frank quietly murmured. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You turned your head to look at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I love you too."

"I'm sorry for being quiet last night. I didn't mean to ignore you."

"You don't have to apologise," you hummed. "I'm just grateful you came home."

"I'll always come home."

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lo1k-diamonds · 1 year ago

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Bubbles 💜 (Part 2)

SX Seoul Series | Jungkook's Entry

PAIRING: Jungkook/Reader (You can also read it on AO3)

SUMMARY: You wake up the next morning and feelings you didn't want to stir are brought back to the surface. You think he might feel the same way but maybe you jumped to conclusions too soon.

WORD COUNT: 8.3k

GENRE: Exes to lovers, smuuuuuut, angst, making up

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: exes, explicit, unprotected sex (stay safe!), you guys fight and stuff gets punched and thrown around, lingering feelings, heartbreak, second chances

PARTS: [1] [2]

A.N. I wrote this story after a while of being unable to focus and write so I hope you enjoy it, I think it turned out fun :)

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You woke up in the morning, yet despite the sun’s rays hitting the floor, you couldn't be certain. Were you truly waking up?

You sighed and pressed yourself further back into a welcoming chest. The sheets had a familiar scent, and this along with the tattooed arm enveloping you and the breath fanning your hair made you sure that you were still dreaming. You moved ever so slightly, you wanted to submerge deeper into that dream, and his legs tangled with yours even better as if to tell you you were not going anywhere. It melted you because it reminded you of so many mornings before. So many dawns and sunsets where you’d be tucked in safely inside those arms, with his hum near your ear, his perfume trickling your nose, and you took deep breaths. That was your safety net, the place you rushed to so you could recover, rest, and gain the courage to face the world.

It was enough for you to search for even more. You were sleepy, dreaming, and on the only fluffy cloud in the sky where you wanted to be. So you turned under his arm to face him and your heart instantly trembled. His eyes were closed, but the soft lines of his face were the sweetest thing you had ever seen. You missed those pouty lips, that round cutesy nose, and the swell of those cheeks you used to tease all the time and that made you fall in love whenever delicate dimples would crease. His eyebrows had always been so expressive and now one had a piercing, which didn’t match the two rings adorning his lower lip except that he pierced the same side of his face. But even that didn’t surprise you; when you first met, he said he always wanted to do something, but didn’t know exactly what. You guessed he had figured it out.

You reached to brush his hair aside and felt the two studs on his eyebrow with a feather-like touch — you liked it. You liked everything about him, always had. You knew then your heart was getting loud and you smirked when it became deafening — because he opened his eyes. And in that moment, you decided that reality would only come knocking if you let it. You could pretend it didn’t exist. You could pretend Jungkook was still yours, that he didn’t hate you, that you belonged in his arms again.

You leaned in to nuzzle him and gave him a moment to move away. You were clear — you wanted to go on that ride again and forget everything else, but what about him?

He brushed his nose to yours once and captured your lips with a kiss that fluttered your heart. It wasn’t desperate or crude, it was gentle and warm like when two lovers said good morning. And that was all you needed.

You snuggled closer, embracing him and stretching and sighing in multiple turns. He returned your kiss and held you close, equally invested in that moment with you, away from any pain, anger, or subterfuge. This made you smile, contentment radiating from every corner of you, and it was as if you were in an alternate dimension. You could feel his love again and adore him back and you wanted to make the best of it.

Maybe it seemed against your better judgment, but you broke your kiss with a mischievous smile and turned your back on him. You pulled his arm firmer around you, in case he had silly ideas, and rubbed your ass on his crotch for good measure. The Jungkook you knew didn’t need any explanations or instructions, and indeed, he grabbed you close, grinding his hardening dick on your ass while breathing in the scent of your skin.

His hand came to cup your breast gently and you grinned, feeling elated with the way he was all over you. When he started playing with your nipple to harden it, you bit your lower lip and failed to contain your whimpers. He knew you were sensitive but it never stopped him before.

He started biting and licking down your neck and you were covered in goosebumps, arching your back to give him better access. He kept his sweet torture, but that wasn’t enough for you — you reached between your legs to grab his hard cock behind you and pull it to be squished between your thighs when you closed them. Then you rocked your hips and melted at the groan behind you.

“That’s it,” you cooed in a whisper, clenching around nothing in anticipation. “You’re so hard for me.”

You knew he loved to be coaxed, the same way you loved to tell him how good he felt. He wasn’t stopping, nibbling down your skin and pinching your nipple gently as he rutted you and you bit your lip.

“And I’m so ready for you,” you sighed. “Wont you check?”

Your tone was needy but you never bothered hiding it. His hand travelled from your chest to your core and instantly felt how you were dripping from your folds.

You whimpered, “See how you slide so well?” You meant at the surface, but his fingers sank into your flesh, pumping wet sounds out of you along with needy moans. “Fuck— You know where to go. You’ll feel so good, I promise.”

You felt his smile on your skin as he busied himself pumping you with two digits and getting juicy noises out of you. You moaned onto the pillow, rocking your hips to feel him better both inside you and in between your legs. You loved those sensations, not just the pleasure, but the scent reaching your nose because you were in his bed. You were living a dream and it was absolutely perfect.

His hand grabbed your hip, knowing well you were leaning forward and tilting your ass so he’d eventually slip inside you. The way he was making you crazy for it didn’t elude you, but you were never beyond begging.

“Fuck, baby. Please let me have you, please.”

He froze and you squirmed to feel him, thinking that was him just making you work harder for him.

He moved quickly enough that you didn’t think beyond it — he reached behind him inside a nightstand drawer and got something. You heard the wrap tearing and waited until he was ready. You didn’t let a single thought cross your mind, not now.

He grabbed your hip again and this time his cock pushed between your folds to get inside you, making you moan and lose all strength. He rocked his hips into yours and you gasped, leaning back. You didn’t expect him to grab your hair and arch you further, but you definitely tensed more around him, barely able to catch your breath.

“Fuck— Fuck, I love it when you do this.”

You could feel his breath down your neck. “Yeah? Love it whenever a guy fucks you like this?”

“No, only you.” Your reply was as natural as breathing, giving him all you had. “Always only you.” You were burning inside out, feeling flush not only on your cheeks but also on your chest, hands, and stomach. You reached to grip his arm supporting your hip in place; you were starting to get sweaty but you doubted he minded. You were just looking for more ways to connect with him. “Are you going to tease me? Make me a good girl for you? I always loved to be good so I could earn you filling me up completely.”

His hips jerked off tempo and you only sighed. He remembered for sure what you were talking about.

His fingers dug at your skin, “Yeah? How many times have you begged for a guy’s cum after that?”

“Never. You’re the only one I ever begged to, the only cum I ever wanted. The only raw cock inside me, the only—”

He stopped and pushed you by the shoulder to face him. You were a bit startled but faced him with all the vulnerability you had been showing so far. His eyes were glistening, almost hurt, and your breath shook. You didn’t want that reality, the one in which you hurt him. You wanted to be back a year before when everything was good and sweet.

His eyes were watering up and he looked down. You thought he was running away from you and you were desperate for him to stay, and you looked down too. Before you could speak, you noticed he had his hand around the base of his cock, just frozen like that.

You teared up, “Do it.”

He looked up at you and you saw tears in his eyes as well.

You smiled, “I never had anyone other than you raw. If you want to, I’d love to feel you again.”

He didn’t even blink. You were certain it was an impulse as you saw him pull the condom out and guide himself inside you as if he were a dying man and your core was his salvation. But as you both groaned and closed your eyes with the feeling of being connected again, you couldn’t care. You looked at him with a tear sliding down your face into the pillow and knew that it would all just break your heart in the end.

He must have known it too, because his eyes were glistening and red as he thrust into you at a slower pace. You instantly wanted to beg, but he gripped you closer, jerking his hips into you in a hard yet loving way that melted you to the bone.

“Fuck,” you dragged, trying to look up so you could see him above your legs still bent to the side like when you were spooning. You could feel him all over you again, inside and out in ways that felt like your souls were merging and it had you enter that beautiful reverie. You gripped his arm harder and forced his hand on your chest to squeeze as you moved with him. “Don’t stop. Please, please, please,” you said with every moan, scared that he would pull away and leave you. “Only you feel like this, please.”

“Only me?”

He was breathless, you almost didn’t hear him over your prayers. “Only you,” you confirmed, then you trembled and the words dripped out of your mouth. “I’ve missed you so much. So much,” your voice smothered with anxiety, with the tears flowing from your eyes that you squinted shut.

You didn’t fear that he would reject you or mock you or ignore you, you weren’t thinking. Your heart was hurting and you couldn’t keep it in anymore.

He slowed down and you hid your face under your hands, immediately wanting to ask him not to stop when you felt his breath near your ear.

“Me too. I’ve missed you too, bubbles.” His voice was wavering as he reached to kiss every inch of skin in range, soon after releasing his hand from your grasp only to grab it back and bring it to his lips. “I’ve missed everything. I’ve missed this.”

A sob almost silenced you, but you managed to call for him first, “Kook.”

It was a desperate sound you were almost ashamed to let out, so your hands instantly covered your face again.

He stopped and in a second was pulling your leg under him so he could get on top of you in between your legs and hold you tightly. He leaned down to kiss your hands away as his hips rocked into you gently.

His lips and calls convinced you to uncover your face only to wrap your arms around him and hide in his neck, “I miss you!” You whispered with a lump in your throat. “Please.”

He kissed your red and wet cheeks, down to the salty traces that led into your hairline, “I miss you too.”

Shivers ran down your body as his words emerged a knot of feelings from inside your chest. You were never able to face it, to deal with it, to forgive him or yourself, but his words. The way he was with you, holding you close just like he used to when he loved you. His body was fully connected to yours, maybe even his soul.

You sank your nails onto his back and focused on his weight on you, his soft skin, his scent, and the burning tension in your lower stomach. You knew you would explode soon but you needed to let it out.

“I wanted to see you.”

He kissed your head, “I’m here.”

“I needed to see you,” you tried, but the pleasure sparking inside you was about to steal that chance. So you hugged him closer — a moan was pushed out of you and you could feel your orgasm starting, but you still chirped, “I love—”

You couldn’t finish as you started shaking uncontrollably from the waves of pleasure tensing and relaxing every muscle in your body. You clung on to him, squeezing him so tightly you were surprised he didn’t didn’t break apart. But maybe he didn’t for the same reason as you — he was holding you together.

He waited for you to be done before pulling out and coming over your belly. He didn’t bother separating your bodies and just groaned near your ear as you hugged him close. You could feel the warm substance trickling down the sides of your stomach but you didn’t care. You were never one to be bothered, you were not disgusted by him in the slightest.

He kissed your head and you smiled, waiting and longing for his kiss to travel to your cheeks, then further to your mouth. You tried to control your happiness and kiss him back placatingly, still letting that joy reach corners of you that were dim otherwise.

When he pulled away, you had no idea what would happen, but you were at ease. Because you opened up to him and he missed you back, and even though you weren’t able to tell him properly that you still loved him, you’d surely have another opportunity soon.

That was what you thought and the reason your lips were curved, even when he got away from you to grab wipes so he could clean you. Yet as he did, you noticed he wasn’t looking at you. His jaw was hardening and he didn’t look nearly half as relaxed as you did.

Shit.

He wasn’t done yet when you tried to reach for his hand, but he dodged you and threw the wipe away before putting his legs out of the bed to sit with his back to you. You started shaking.

“Not to ruin your post-nut clarity, but I’d like to talk.”

You chuckled nervously and fumbled with the sheet — everything you said felt risky, and every step you took felt like the ice under you would crack. You feared speaking too soon but couldn’t risk doing it too late. You let those fears drown you once, but not again. At least this time your mistake would be insisting, not letting it slide.

“Nothing to talk about.”

You knew from his tone that he was about to push you away and it made you react. “That’s not true. I said I miss you, and you said it back.”

He didn’t answer; all you could see were his wide shoulders as he leaned forward, supported on his knees, and kept quiet.

You gave him the chance to speak his mind because maybe he needed time and who knew, maybe you did too. But you couldn’t think as you waited, you had no idea what to say. Nothing felt enough, but you wanted to say everything.

He heaved a deep breath and moved a millimeter to get up, and you immediately pushed. “Answer me. Talk to me. Why can’t we have a conversation?”

He scoffed, “That’s rich coming from you.”

You sat up as he got up and searched for clothes in a nearby closet. “It goes both ways.”

You bit your tongue and cursed yourself for reacting instead of thinking first — you didn’t want to fight, you wanted to talk.

You took a deep breath and spoke while he put a pair of boxers on, “Do you miss me?”

He scoffed and left the room and you jumped off the bed after him. You could only grab the nearest tee shirt you saw, black as everything else he owned, and scurried after him.

“Answer me,” you insisted, seeing him in the living room putting pants on. Where did those even come from? “Fucking hell, Jungkook, just answer me!”

“What?!” He exploded, anger brazen on his features, but you didn’t step back.

“Do you really miss me?”

“No.”

You raised your chin and tried to not give away how your heart was cracking further. You couldn’t think or you’d start crying. “Well, fuck you too.” Your voice still wavered, “Don’t fucking lie next time.”

You turned to reach the bathroom and get your clothes so you could leave. Your heart was pulsating with sharp pain and you knew you were seconds away from crying. You needed to get out. Now.

“You’re assuming I—”

“Yeah yeah, no seconds,” you spat bitterly, unsure if he heard you. He shut up, so he did. You grabbed your clothes, “You don’t have to worry about that.”

A sudden noise from behind you startled you so before you could strip, you turned around — he had kicked the bathroom door with so much strength you thought it might have popped off.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!”

“How many times do I have to say it? A fucking conversation!”

“I have nothing to say to you!”

“Fine! You’ll lie anyway!”

You turned your back to him, letting the poisonous anger burn your guts while you got a hang of your dress so you could put it on.

When a loud noise came from the door again, you weren’t even surprised. This time, he punched it and something metal hopped over the floor and rolled away.

“As if you didn’t say those things in the spur of the moment!”

“I didn’t.” Tears ran down your face and you cleaned them quickly, refusing to let the cry take over you. “I meant every word I said.”

“Bullshit,” his voice had so much contempt you almost broke down.

“I don’t care what you believe,” was all you said, then took the tee off. “Just because you lied doesn’t mean I did.”

He saw how your back bent and tensed while you put your strapless bra on. He was shaking in anger but he heard you sniffle and you didn’t sound like you were mocking him. He couldn’t handle it if it was true.

“Don’t joke around—”

“I’m not fucking joking.” You sounded angry now and you grabbed your dress to put it on. He clenched his fists. “But it doesn’t matter, it’s done.”

You put your strapless dress back on, adjusting it so it would cover you as much as possible. You had no way of seeing how angry he was getting at the sight of you wearing that again instead of his clothes, but it was something he would never admit.

“You want me to believe you wanted to see me?”

His voice was derisive and you turned to him. “I did.”

“That you needed to see me?”

He scoffed and you grabbed your heels on the floor. “I did.”

You turned back to him, thinking that maybe now you could actually talk, but he was shaking his head. You saw tears in his eyes before he started laughing and rubbing his face.

“It’s funny, is it?” You asked, filled with contempt yourself. “Why, you didn’t even hit the punchline yet.”

He uncovered his face and his whole expression was a warning.

“What?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re going to mock me then at least do it well.”

His jawline was tensing again but you couldn’t care anymore.

“Come on, where’s the final question? You heard me. You would be running your mouth if you didn’t.” You scoffed, “Though I couldn’t really say it properly, but—”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

For a second you thought he was scared, but you only smirked, “I don’t? You know what? You’re right. Congratulations, you’re right about something and all you had to do was be an asshole.” You stepped towards him to get out but he didn’t move out of the way. “Let me go.”

He shook his head and you ignored all kinds of emotions on his face.

You pushed him, but he didn’t move. “Let me go.”

“No.”

You pushed his shoulders again, but he didn’t budge. You clenched your jaw, upset, and saw that it didn’t bother him in the slightest. In fact, maybe he liked it. You pushed him once more and he tried grabbing your arms, and you struggled.

He won — he grabbed your forearms, “What did you say?” You scoffed and he pulled you closer. “Tell me what was I supposed to have heard?”

“I said I—”

You were ready to spit it in his face but your throat blocked as you looked into his eyes. You were both angry and hurt, and you thought you were above it, but you weren’t. If you said it again, it would hurt infinitely more. But then it hit you — he just used you. He was attracted to you and wanted an easy fuck, and that was what that night was. You were hung up on him like a moron.

Your eyes teared up but you made a decision — it would be easier if he just crushed your heart right now.

“I said I love you.”

He released his hold on you instantly as if you burned and you scoffed. You guessed you did — this Jungkook in front of you clearly couldn’t handle something like that. He was a fuckboy now.

You pushed him again and he didn’t resist, falling to the side and letting you pass. You started looking around — you couldn’t recall where you had thrown your purse.

“I said don’t joke around.”

His voice was barely above a whisper and you didn’t stop. You were throwing sofa pillows around, “And I said I’m not joking. And I don’t lie either, contrary to you.”

“You have no idea what you’re saying.”

You pulled your hair back with a sigh; it wasn’t on the couch. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record.” You continued looking around, maybe in the kitchen? “What does it matter anyway? I get it — why you lied. I was being emotional and you wanted an easy fuck.” You huffed; not there either. “You got it, so you want me to leave now, right? Don’t worry, I want to, I just can’t find—”

He roared and punched something that made the coat hanger fall to the floor. “You talk and talk and talk but you still don’t know what you’re fucking saying!”

You got over your shock quickly and threw your shoes on the floor, “It would help if you fucking talked instead of breaking the place!”

“I can’t fucking talk when you’re driving me insane!”

You scoffed, “Me? Maybe you are just insane.”

He stepped to you with a dangerous look, “Watch your mouth.”

“Why? What will you do?” You rolled your eyes when he only took a deep breath in response. When you looked back at him he was closer and you instantly tensed up, and not in a bad way. He was eying you in that way that had you crazy needy but you stood your ground. “You’re not touching me again.” Your lips pulled in contempt, “Not like you want to. No sloppy seconds, right? So surely no thirds or fourths or—”

He stepped forward, ready to grab you, and you gave him your most disgusted piercing look.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me, don’t even think about using me again.”

You were out of breath, spitting venomous words while your eyes were locked, but in an instant, something wet dripped down your cheeks. You breathed, and instantly you recognized the pain searing your heart. It hurt. It hurt too much.

Your sob had you sucking breaths anxiously and you gave him your back. You didn’t want him to see how much it hurt you.

“I’d never use you.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Because—” He heaved a deep breath. It was complicated and he was so conflicted he wanted to punch something again. But seeing your shoulders move as you contained your sobs, his mind cleared. “Because I wanted to be with you.”

“Right,” you chuckled despite the tears. “Wasn’t fucking in a dark alley enough? Why did you bring me here?”

“To be with you.”

“Say it properly. To fuck.” He didn’t answer and you sucked in a deep breath, “Or maybe… maybe something worse. Not just to use me, did you want to hurt me? Is this some sort of… vengeance or—?”

“No!” He raised his arms to your shoulders but he didn’t touch you. You didn’t want him to.

You grinned but it was painful, “Lying again? Fuck, I never knew you like this.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Bullshit,” you almost laughed despite your crying and sniffling.

“It’s the truth.”

“Why should I believe you?”

He gritted his teeth behind you and gripped his hair in frustration. He was never the best at saying things, he always showed you better. He wished he could turn you around and get that stupid dress off you so he could cover you in his tee shirt again. He wished he could kiss your tears and hold you again like there wasn’t a mountain between you. He wished he could have you lying on his bed again saying those sweet things that shook him to his very core. He wished he could see your smile again as you drank your honey oat milk latte just the way you liked it because he made it for you. Fuck, he wanted that and so much more, but none of it would happen. He still hated you.

“Give me one good reason why you even talked to me back at the club,” you asked, more poised now that you had calmed your sobs and cleaned your cheeks. You turned to face him and he looked almost like he was in pain, but you only blinked your wet lashes. Your nose, eyes, and cheeks were still red but he knew you were crying, there was no point in hiding it.

“You looked beautiful.”

You scoffed, “Right… Beautiful enough to fuck easy, ri—?”

“Stop saying that!” Your assumptions were driving him crazy, but you were persistent.

“Why? Cause you can’t handle the truth?”

“Cause it’s fucking bullshit!” He smacked his fist on his palm, then opened both as if he could shake you to your senses, “You think fucking you is easy? You think wanting you and bringing you here was fucking easy? I gave in! I saw you, you said those things, and I had to have you!”

“You didn’t have to bring me here.”

“No, I didn’t!” He agreed with you and it made him swallow and take a breath from his shouting. “I did it for my own selfish reasons.”

“And what were those? If not to use me, not to hurt me or exact some sort of vengeance,” you enumerated with your fingers perhaps a bit pettily, but you wanted to understand. However, he didn’t seem interested in sharing — he had turned his back on you and stepped away to have space. “Then what for?”

He grunted and rubbed his face harshly before turning to face you, “Why do you complicate everything? I answered you already — to be with you. That’s all.”

You frowned and puffed; for some reason that answer just left you even more unsettled. “That doesn’t make any sense.” He threw his hands in the air and you insisted, “You wanted to be with me? Then why not let me finish blowing you?”

He scoffed and shook his head, “Thought you would have figured it out by now.”

Your frown deepened in anger, but it hit you. “Because… you didn’t want to use me?” His only response was a twitch of his eyebrows. “Then why not let me cum? When you ate me?”

He puffed a breath as his nostrils flared, but he still answered you, “Cause I was pissed.”

“Why?”

“Why?!” Your question made it worse. “Cause you spoke to me like I was nobody!”

Your chin dropped, “What?”

“You spoke like it could have been anyone else eating you and making you crazy and it made me want to tear you apart!”

You were shocked, just looking at him, and it infuriated him even more. He tried his best to keep his cool as he paced the living room — why were you making him feel inadequate? Like he was blowing something out of proportion when it meant so much to him?

“That's— I don't get it,” you tried, confused. “I wanted you to know how good you felt—”

“You called me baby!”

He was shouting again and you blinked, “So?”

“So?!” He kicked the back of his couch. “The most fucking generic term I’ve ever heard! Do you know how many people have called me that? Made me despise them every time!”

“But I've called you that before,” you pointed out, still confused. It was one of your nicknames for each other.

“You called me something else.”

His tone was suddenly sober and you instantly knew what he meant. “Kook.”

“Yes.”

He wouldn’t tell you how much he was hung up on it. He wouldn’t let anyone else call him that, he kicked out any women who tried, and just hearing it from your mouth now gave him goosebumps. It was who he was to you, who he wished he had been for his whole life.

You were just looking at each other while you recalled calling him ‘baby’ in the heat of your shared moments. You never meant it in a general way, you meant it endearingly. But you had called him ‘Kook’ earlier, and remembering it twisted your guts. You sighed and rubbed your eyes for a second — you had decided to crush your heart then and there. You weren’t leaving his place without bloodshed so there was no point in hiding.

“I was scared of calling you that,” you admitted, facing him again despite your fears. “I was scared of exposing myself like that.”

“Well, I did,” his grin was a sneer, but you couldn’t understand. Why would what you called him hurt him if he didn’t care? “So that was like a punch to my gut. Or maybe… maybe you didn't even notice that I—”

“Of course, I fucking noticed,” you blurted out, something akin to desperation on your features. “I noticed and it made me completely lose my mind!”

He leaned forward, gripping the couch’s back, “Not enough to expose yourself to me.”

“I was scared! You still hate me, I was—” Your own words hit you in realization, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I was scared.”

He scoffed, “Scared of what?”

“You know what,” you answered, uneasy.

“I do. See why you have no idea what you’re saying? You just blab and assume shit,” he gripped the leather couch and you thought for a moment he could have thrown it around if he wanted to. “The difference between you and me is that I knew who I was choosing.” His features hardened and you fought the urge to look small. “You said you wanted to do this and I took you.”

Your eyebrows twitched, “You’re trying to say I didn’t? Please,” you rolled your eyes. “Because I didn’t call you Kook sooner? You know better than that. I walked up to you, spoke to you, told you I wanted to be with you, came here with you, told you no one is like you, that I missed you, that no one makes me—” You huffed and bit your lip; you weren’t sure about saying any more than you already had.

His eyes were glistening but his grin was almost cruel. “You don’t look so scared now.”

You frowned for a moment before you raised your chin, “No, I guess I’m not. I was until you embraced me this morning and I thought—” Your lips twitched. “But that was fake,” his eyes snapped to yours and you stood still, “right? You lied. You never missed me, so what does it matter if you called me bubbles?” You scoffed but your eyes were filling with tears again, “Why call me that if you never meant it?” You shrugged, “I have nothing to fear anymore. It’s all fucked, I don’t think it can hurt more than this.”

His jaw was clenching hard while you spoke and he walked around. You thought he looked like a ticking timebomb with his biceps rhythmically reacting to his fists opening and closing.

“Well, I fucking wish it did,” he said. “It seems like nothing I do can hurt you, can it?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m fucking serious!”

“Do I not look hurt to you?!”

“I want you to hurt at least a fraction of what it hurts me!” He punched the couch, but your watering eyes only hurt him more. “But all I managed to do was hurt myself even more!”

“You’re hurt?” You couldn’t hide your skepticism.

“What do you think?! Fuck, you’re so fucking selfish you can’t see anything in front of your nose!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Happens with liars. It’s hard to distinguish—”

“Shut up!” He turned to you and you squeezed your arms for comfort. “What does it matter if I missed you? If every fucking word out of my mouth was the truth and I called you bubbles because of what you fucking mean to me? Look at you!” You were shaking now with welled-up eyes. “Acting like a fucking abandoned puppy! You left!”

“What?”

“You left! You were the one who left!”

Your heart shook and you became pale, “That was— You mean—?”

“Yes!”

“But— You—” You were so confused. “You knew I’d leave!”

“What the fuck does that matter?! You said no and you left!”

Your heart instantly halted, “That’s— That’s something else entirely—”

“Yeah, right!” You shook with the venom in his voice. “I was ready, I made my choice, and you broke my heart!”

You were shaking and gripping your hands to soothe yourself, “I wasn’t ready.”

“You said no!”

His tone was accusatory and your chin trembled as you were swamped with old feelings and memories.

Only this time, you took a deep breath and answered back, “Listen to yourself! That day I told you I was going to the US to work for a year and you asked me to marry you! Does that make sense?!”

He had paced to his desk and as soon as you finished, he grabbed his gaming chair and threw it to the ground.

“You said no! You could have said something else! You could have said not yet or let’s talk or— I don’t know, just anything else! But you said no!!”

“Well, fuck, what was I supposed to say?! I had that job opportunity and you were going too fast!”

He sneered, “Fast?”

“Yes, fast! We weren't together for even a year yet!”

“I don't care! I fucking knew I wanted to spend my life with you! And you said no!”

“I said I love you!”

He kicked the chair on the floor, “And it wasn't enough!”

“No, it wasn't!” You stepped forward, wanting to punch something yourself. “Clearly! You’re fucking mad I said no, but what about you?! You fucking dropped off the face of the earth! You knew the dates of my contract, I forwarded the flight information to you, and you never spoke to me again! You didn’t even say goodbye!”

“What goodbye?! What bigger goodbye do you need than rejecting me when I’m on my knees for you?!”

“Stop being so fucking self-centered!” He started laughing, but you were not done. “I said I loved you. I wanted to be with you and you threw a tantrum like a child!”

“A tantrum?” He was still laughing and you’d recognise that bitterness anywhere.

“Be honest,” you breathed. “Would you have come with me?”

His laughter died. “What?”

“You heard me. And if you couldn’t, would you have waited for me?”

His eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights and you let the tears fall from your eyes.

“I never got to ask,” you continued in the silence. “You never answered me again. I always thought that your not answering was your answer. That you never wanted to see me again because if I wouldn’t marry you like you wanted, then you wanted nothing to do with me.”

He finally breathed, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” You smiled and cleaned your cheeks, “Then why is that the only thing you say? That I said no? I never meant no forever, I never meant that I wouldn’t in the future. But I needed that opportunity to build my career, I needed that sacrifice from you and you turned your back on me.”

“No, I—” His mouth was opening and closing, he couldn’t find the right words. “Because— Because I thought you wanted to just— To just leave me behind.”

“Behind? As if I wasn’t leaving my heart with you? Tell me, did you ever think about asking me? About talking to me?” His lips twitched in hesitation and your lips curved painfully, “Right.”

“I wanted to,” he admitted, but you shook your head in disbelief. “I wanted to but I felt broken. You left me and rejected a future with me, you didn’t want me. What point was there in reaching out to you?”

“I wish you had. Maybe it wouldn’t have worked, but a part of me likes to believe we would have made it. One year was a long time but not the end of the world. For you, I would have done it.”

You nodded and looked at his feet for a moment. None of you would ever know now, but you believed it. You were at peace with at least having voiced that to him.

You looked up at him and saw as clear as day how lost he was. He was gripping his hair with pain across his features, maybe something else. He was still shirtless in front of you, a Greek God in all his glory, yet your eyes couldn’t abandon the soft curls of his hair. Now that everything was out there, you were sort of melancholic. You’d miss him.

“Fuck,” he dragged in a grunt. “Is this what you wanted? To find me again and break me?”

You chuckled, “What the hell are you saying? I never thought I’d see you again. And if I did, I expected to find you married to the woman of your dreams.”

He groaned and rubbed his face before facing you, “You— You’re the woman of my dreams!”

Your lips trembled but you stayed quiet; you had no idea where any of that left you.

“I can’t believe this,” he let out, then scoffed. “No, I’m in too deep now. You could have reached out too. You could have told me all this and asked me before, but instead, you just turned and left. Because you didn’t want me.”

“I called you!”

“For like two days! How long do you think it took to heal my wounded heart?”

“I don’t know! From what I’ve heard, your heart has been more than comforted, you probably healed very fast!”

“Oh fuck off,” he spat with harsh eyes. You regretted letting those feelings surface, but it was too late. “You left me after rejecting me, I was free to do whatever I wanted and screw whoever I pleased.”

“You’re right, forget I said that.”

He laughed, “Nah, that’s just you. Worried about whether I’ve been well-fed or not. Why? Thought that would make it easier?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, to get me crazy again.”

You couldn’t help your lips pulling, “I did drive you crazy.” His eyebrow twitched over a dark gaze and you quickly sobered up. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He could be spitting those words for all intents and purposes.

“No, I meant that after I called you, I took your silence as—”

“No, no, fuck that. Excuses, all of it. You saw me on my knees and butchered my heart, then left days later for another country. If you cared, you would have done more.”

“You act as if you don’t have arms and legs yourself.”

“And you act like a damsel in distress when you’re anything but,” he had neared you now and you sobered up. “I still hate you, you know.”

Your lips trembled and you looked down with a sour smile. You did realize it, but it didn’t make it any easier. “I know.”

You were focused on mapping your conversation and seeing if there was anything you could tell him that could clarify things when he scoffed.

“No, scratch that.” You looked up and saw him running his hand through his hair. ��I fucking hate you and the way you just tried to bring me down to my knees again.”

“I didn’t—!”

“I hate that I brought you here 'cause I wanted to see you here, in my home, as if that could bring back what we once were. I hate that I gave you what you wanted even if it hurt. I hate that I called you bubbles as if you’re still that person. I hate— I fucking hate you, I can’t—”

His voice broke down but you had already heard too much. You couldn’t face him anymore, you were hiding under your hand as your spirit drained in the form of tears.

“I understand.” Your sight was blurry but you knew the way out. You stepped around him, “I’ll leave—”

You weren’t expecting him to grab you and crash his mouth into yours, but you didn’t fight him. You let him kiss you desperately and did the same all while the tears kept streaming down your face.

“Don’t fucking leave,” he whispered to your lips, pressing his forehead to yours. “I can’t stand the thought of you walking out. Not again.”

Your cry was uncontrollable, “But you hate me.”

His hands were firm around your head, not letting you move away, and the only sound you both could hear was you trying to control your sobs. It broke him to see you cry, it always did. He didn’t know what to do. No matter how hard he tried, there was this poison inside him that gushed out every time. It was all breaking apart again, and he wanted everything to go to hell, but looking at you, he knew that wasn’t true.

You sniffled, “If you hate me and I love you then we're not on the same page.”

His heart shook like his world could crumble at any moment. “Don't leave.”

“I have to,” you grabbed his arms and accepted it. “So you can find the woman of your dreams.”

“You’re the woman of my dreams.”

You chuckled sadly, “You hate me, Kook. You’ll find someone better, trust me.”

“No, I don’t want anyone else.”

You brushed his cheek, committing that sweet touch to memory. “You’ll be happy. It’s okay.”

“No,” he gripped you firmly, wrapping his arms around your waist instead. “Don’t leave.”

“Why would I stay?”

“Because I don’t hate you. I can’t,” his voice trembled with tears that didn’t flow down his cheeks, but down yours. “I hate myself for not being able to, for pretending, for even trying when I’m so—”

His voice blocked and you reached for him. “Say it… Please say it, don’t hold back,” your plea shook in your voice and you gripped his shoulders tighter. “If you don’t say it, then I won't know what to believe anymore—”

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes, fighting to the last moment all those conflicting emotions within him. But then you nuzzled his nose, holding him closer. Waiting. You weren’t leaving this time until everything was said and done, and he almost burst it out. “I can’t. I can’t hate you, I love you. I could never forget you but you left me behind and I fucking hated everything. Because I love you, because I lost you, because I was lost and I still am. What the fuck do I do?”

“I’m here.”

“No, you’re not.” He moved away and forced himself to take a deep breath. He turned to you, “You’ll walk out again. I fucked up. We fucked up, but I fucked up. Right? I spent a year trying to hate you, loathing myself for not being good enough. For being so sure you were the one while you discarded me so easily like I was worthless, but I never bothered to hear your side. I never bothered to ask you. You broke my heart… but I broke yours too.”

Your chin was trembling, but you didn’t near him. He seemed to need the space.

“I’m sorry.” He hid his face at your words and your tears treaded down again. “I’m so sorry if I hurt you, I was stupid and immature, and you’re right. I knew my heart was staying here with you, I should have tried to reach out and make it clearer. I knew I hurt you, and after I left, I knew you'd hate me. I should have gotten over myself and told you how I felt anyway. Then maybe I wouldn’t have tried to look for you in everyone else or stayed hung up on thoughts of you and—” He chuckled but it was laced with pain and you shook your hands, “No, I’m not blaming you!”

“I know,” he revealed his face, with red swollen eyes, and wet cheeks. “I’m blaming myself. I spent so long trying to hate you, blaming you for everything under the sun in stupid attempts to make it hurt less. I’m an idiot. And an asshole. Look at how I treated you. I can’t face you without hating my fucking stupidity—”

“Ours,” you stepped forward, hesitant to touch him but with your hands raised nonetheless. “If you want to hate something, then—”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you in, “I won’t pretend to hate you anymore.”

“Then don’t hate yourself either,” you asked as he took your hand to his lips.

“I’ll try… since it’s you asking.”

Your lips trembled into a smile at the way he was gently brushing his lips to your hand. “I’m happy we talked about it. I’m happy to hear that you still have feelings for me though I wouldn’t want to assume—”

“Assume.”

You stayed quiet, hesitantly looking into his brown eyes as he sprinkled kisses on your knuckles.

“Jungkook—”

“Assume, bubbles.” You pressed your trembling lips and he brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Assume that I love you and don’t want you to leave.”

Your heart was shaking; you were hoping, but— “Are you sure?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, “I’m sure. I just don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t want to hurt you, but there’s so much we need to talk about.”

His eyes were pleading and you squeezed his hand, “If you could forgive me, that would be a great start.”

He sighed, “I don’t think that’s the problem.”

“Yourself?”

“Slightly more complicated.”

You smiled, “Same.” You stayed quiet just looking at each other when you decided to tell him, “I wish we could… forgive our mistakes and restart. We could get to know each other again. See if… If it would work.”

“You don’t think it would?”

You supported his hand on your cheek, “I think we still love each other.” He held your gaze and you felt your cheeks burning under his touch, “But maybe that also means it will be difficult to heal our wounds.”

He nodded calmly, observing your face. “Do you… hate me? For what I did? For never replying to you or fighting for you.”

“No,” you instantly reassured him. “I thought you made a decision and that you wanted to move on from me. That’s a rejection, but that's life. You didn’t cheat or lie or anything like that.”

He sighed, “That’s true… maybe that’s why I could never truly hate you either.”

You couldn’t help a smile, “We… We’re both idiots.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist closer, “A mistake. It was all a mistake.” He pursed his lips for a moment, then brushed your hair gently behind your ear, “Your ‘no’... you never meant forever?”

You grinned, “No. Though I don't need a ring around my finger to know who I belong to. Do you?”

“Who do you belong to?”

You smirked playfully, “I think you know him.”

He sighed and let you brush your fingers around his neck in an attempt to tickle him before lacing your arms around his neck.

“I would have waited,” he finally said, seeing closely how your smile wavered and your eyes filled with tears. “I couldn’t drop everything to go with you, but I would have definitely made it work and visited you whenever I could.”

Your lips trembled and you tried to contain your cry, but your tears won. He pulled you to hide in the crook of his neck and you squeezed him inside your arms.

“Are you… going back?” He realized he didn’t know. “Or are you staying? In Seoul?”

“I got a position here, I’m starting next month.”

He sighed in relief. “I want to try,” his voice was close as he supported your head and leaned over your ear. “Us. I want to try.”

Shivers ran down your spine as you pressed him to you. “Me too.”

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djarindroid · 1 year ago

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Hurt

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: You're injured whilst out on a run, how will Daryl react when he finds out? (Setting: prison) Angst and fluff

Warnings: Injury description and blood

Word Count: 1,968

You awoke slowly, although you were pretty sure you were still dreaming as your bed seemed to be bouncing around. You thought you could hear someone calling your name but they sounded far away, almost as if you were submerged underwater. An attempt to open your eyes resulted in searing pain shooting across your head. You groaned as you tried to adjust to the light.

When your vision finally adjusted you realised why your bed was bouncing, because you weren’t in your bed at all you seemed to be sprawled out on the back seat of a truck. The muffled sound in your ears hadn’t died down, though the voice calling you seemed to be closer now. You turned your head to try and find who it belonged to.

Your eyes finally focused fully on Maggie, you saw her leaning over you from the front seat, her eyes wide and arms covered in blood. ‘Try not to move, we’ll be back soon.’ Why did she sound so panicked? Whose blood was on her arms? ‘Glenn hurry up!’ She frantically called over her shoulder. Alarm bells started going off in your head upon hearing that, what had happened?

You tried to sit up but fell back as pain shot through your body. ‘M-maggie,’ you tried to speak though your voice came out croaky. ‘What…’ you took a deep, shaky breath unable to finish your question as the pain settled across your entire body.

‘Shh shhh, just lay back.’ You could now feel Maggie pressing down onto your stomach and realised that's where the pain was emanating from. You searched your memory trying to figure out what had happened, you remembered leaving for a run, finding a warehouse and then… nothing. Your mind was completely blank.

The car hit a bump and jolted your entire body causing you to let out a brief cry. Your throat suddenly tightened and an involuntary cough erupted from you, leaving the metallic taste of blood in its wake. Each breath began to feel more like a struggle, the taste of blood became stronger and stronger as the seconds passed by.

You couldn’t help but panic, the thought that you could die today settled around you. Amidst everything going on your thoughts involuntarily wandered to Daryl. Images of his rough exterior and the smile he seemed to keep just for you flickered across your head. You wondered how he would react to what was going on.

The idea of leaving him and not getting to see him again intensified your fear in a way you didn’t expect. Realisation dawned on you, this could be your final day on Earth and you couldn’t stop thinking about Daryl. You coughed again, more blood filling your mouth as tears began to flow freely from your eyes. The reminder of your mortality scared you, reaching out you gripped Maggie’s arm as tightly as you could manage.

She met your eyes and said firmly, ‘we’re getting you back. Just hold on.’ Pain shook your body and you could feel your eyes wanting to close again. You fought the feeling, trying to keep your eyes on Maggie’s. The world faded in and out, feeling as though you were at sea fighting against the tide to keep yourself above the water. As darkness once again consumed you heard Glenn shout, ‘we’re back just hold on!’

Daryl's POV

Relief flooded Daryl as he watched the truck speed through the gates. He’d arrived back from a week-long run that morning to discover you out on your own run with Glenn and Maggie. He’d hidden his disappointment at your absence. He couldn’t pinpoint when it started but you’d gradually become Daryl’s first stop whenever he returned to the prison.

He started to make his way over to where the truck was stopping. Only for his heart to stop at the site of Maggie leaping from the passenger side covered in blood. Glenn was already rushing inside, calling for Hershel. No this can’t be happening, whose blood was that.

His feet were racing over to Maggie’s side before he could even register he was moving. As he got closer he watched as Maggie swung the back door open, revealing you, covered in blood and looking pale as a ghost. Panic surged through him in a way he hadn’t experienced before. ‘Wha’ the hell happened?!’ he shouted as he got close.

Maggie rambled about running into a group of people on a supply run, one of them had a gun. He couldn’t take in much more of what she said, blood was roaring in his ears. His body went on autopilot once he reached the truck, reaching in and picking you up carefully. He could feel the blood soaking through his shirt the second you were close to him. He ignored it as he rushed you inside to the makeshift infirmary.

Hershel was already in there waiting, his grim expression upon seeing you just fueled Daryl’s anxiety. He hovered near the door and every passing moment felt like an eternity. His clothes and hands were stained with your blood, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in front of him. Hershel had cut you open, operating quickly to remove the bullet and to stop your bleeding.

Time slowed as he silently willed Hershel to work faster, desperately wishing for you to be ok. The raw feeling that he could lose you gripped him, the person he’d come to care for in such a slow way; so slow that he hadn’t even realised how deeply he cared until this very moment. He chewed his bottom lip as guilt consumed him, feeling that he should have been by your side in order to protect you.

After what felt like hours, Hershel had done everything he could and it was just down to you to wake back up. One thing was certain, Daryl had no plans to leave your side at any point, he was prepared to wait forever if it meant seeing your eyes open again. The depth of his feelings had been unveiled to him in a terrifying way, and he couldn’t fathom the thought of not getting more time with you.

He took up a seat by your bed, the room that had been filled with such urgency mere moments ago had fallen into a suffocating silence. Your face, still pale, seemed so vulnerable and though Daryl couldn’t bear to see you like that he also couldn’t look away.

Multiple people came in over the following hours to see how you were doing. Daryl didn’t talk to anyone, too consumed in his feelings to even want to acknowledge anyone. Until Carol came in.

‘Not hungry,’ he huffed out as she set the plate down at his side.

‘Well you’re not gonna be any good if you starve yourself,’ she’d replied as she gave you a once over before looking down to him again. ‘She’s strong, she’ll make it through this Daryl. But she needs you to be strong too.’ She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly before leaving the room.

He glanced over at the plate, reluctantly picking it up and tucking in. Each bite felt like effort, but ultimately he knew Carol was right. Taking care of himself was crucial for your sake.

As the hours stretched on Daryl stayed rooted at your bedside. His head was still chaotic, memories of the two of you flashing across his mind as the time went on. All he could do was wait and hope that you would wake up and flash him that smile he’d come to love.

Despite the urge to keep watch over you, exhaustion began to set in as the night went on. The sombre lights of the room drew him closer to succumbing to sleep.

He still refused to leave the room, but managed to make himself relatively comfy by pulling his chair closer to your bed and resting his arms on the edge of the mattress. He allowed himself to close his eyes, a moment of rest wouldn’t matter.

Your POV

You awoke slowly, but the panic you’d felt from earlier had dissipated. The pain from earlier was still there but you felt comfortable, your body no longer feeling as though it was in fight or flight. As your eyes peeled open the familiar view of the prison greeted you, relief washed over you knowing your friends had got you back in time. Your eyes fell to the only other figure in the room; a sleeping Daryl Dixon leaning on the edge of your bed.

A small smile graced your face at the sight, happy that your fears from earlier about not seeing him again hadn’t come true. The realisation that you cared for Daryl more deeply than you’d known settled comfortably inside of you. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d been by your side. There was a pang in your heart seeing the worriedness etched on his face even in his sleep. You instinctively reached up to brush a fallen strand of hair out of his face.

Your gentle touch caused him to stir, and as his eyes began to open you noted momentary confusion written across his features. You kept your hand gently stroking his hair as you watched him wake up. ‘Hey Daryl,’ your voice came out as barely more than a whisper.

His head shot up upon hearing your voice, eyes bright as he took you in. ‘Hey, how are ya feeling?’ He asked with a softness you’d never heard from him before.

‘Been better,’ you managed to get out. You watched as he took in your appearance.

‘Ya still hurt?’ He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. ‘I can get Hershel, he can help.’

His question drew your attention back to the lingering pain but you didn’t want Daryl to leave. You gently took his hand in yours to reassure him. ‘I don’t need Hershel,’ you replied, your voice still a bit raspy. Daryl looked down to where your hands were connected, he moved almost hesitantly as he intertwined your fingers with his.

‘Ya scared the shit outta me,’ he admitted quietly, looking up at you once again. There was a vulnerability behind his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. ‘Thought I was gonna lose ya,’ his voice barely a whisper now, as if he spoke any louder you might disappear.

‘I’m not going anywhere Daryl, you’re stuck with me,’ you joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. A faint smile tugged on the corner of his lips. Though his eyes filled with relief at your reassurance, even if it were a joke.

‘Good,’ he spoke, more sure of himself now. ‘Who else would come an’ annoy me after my runs.’ He joked back, and you couldn’t stop the laugh, even if it did cause you to wince in pain. A full smile appeared on Daryl’s face at the sound.

‘Pretty sure you’re the one that comes and annoys me Dixon,’ you retaliated. He huffed out his own laugh at that. The room settled into a comfortable silence after your brief banter, his thumb now tenderly tracing small patterns onto the back of your hand. You began to feel the soft tug of sleep pulling at your mind. Though you fought to stay awake, wanting to stay in this moment with Daryl for as long as possible.

Daryl could read you like a book it seemed, sensing your inner battle to stay awake. ‘Sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up,’ he gently coaxed.

‘Thank you for being here,’ you whispered gratefully as you let your eyes close. The feeling of your hand in Daryl’s comforting you.

Just as sleep washed over you, you heard Daryl say one final word, a promise that wrapped around you. ‘Always.’

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gh0stsp1d3r · 8 months ago

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𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉!

Rapunzel!au :3 flynn rider!rafe. love this au sm actually

Rafe clutches the bag to his chest tightly, glancing around the dim cave he was currently hiding in. From a damn horse.

He sighed in relief when he heard it walk away, exiting the cave the opposite way he came in from. But what he saw was not what he expected at all.

He turned around to see a giant, tall tower. A waterfall behind it, and vines growing on top of the building like it’d been abandoned. He stared in awe, glancing behind him before going over to the tower.

His travel up the tower was rough, but he made it. He shut the window, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall, catching his breath and wiping his sweat off with his palm.

He opened up the bag finally, and before he could even get a good look, he was hit upside the head with a frying pan.

You screamed out of fear, not quite sure what to do now. You hid as if he would wake up. He didn’t, you soon realized. You walked closer again, holding the frying pan, and gently nudging the man’s face. Yup, definitely unconscious.

You looked at your pet lizard, pascal, as if he could even talk. He just stared right back at you. You moved the man’s face with the pan this time, turning it to the side. You moved his hair, examining his features as if he was some sort of ghost.

You put the pan down, interested and intrigued by the man in front of you. He had pretty hair, his skin seemed soft, and his lips were…

You snapped out of your thoughts when one of his eyes opened, you panicked, lifting the pan up and yelping as you hit his head again, shutting your eyes.

He was unconscious again, thankfully. You wrapped your long hair around him, using all the strength you had to pull him.

You ended up shoving him into a wardrobe, shutting it and leaving a chair against it, holding the pan out in front of you again.

“I’ve got a person.. in my closet.” You muttered, looking over to the mirror. “I’ve got a person… in my closet!” The realization dawned on you. “And she says I’m too weak to handle myself?” You talked to yourself, a smug smirk on your face.

Your eyes met something in the mirror, on the floor. The man’s bag. You picked it up, and picked up a crown out of it, looking at it.

“Huh.”

“Y/n!” You heard your mother shout from outside, you gasping and immediately putting the crown up, going to the window.

—

You took a deep breath, using your hair to open the door from afar. He fell face down onto the floor, you gasped and went over, and idea in your head.

You pulled his weight with your hair, he was currently tied up in your hair. Your chameleon hit the man with his tail, and then stuck his tongue in his ear when the man didn’t wake up.

He woke up after that, yelling and looking around. He furrowed an eyebrow, looking down at his lap and trying desperately to move his body and hands. He looked up at you, following your hair to you.

“Jesus…” he mumbled, looking at you all from far away, he could barely see you in the darkness. “Let me out! What the f-“ he jolted around in the chair.

“Struggling- struggling is pointless.” You told him, he furrowed his eyebrows, stopping his movements.

“This has gotta be some weird dream.” He mumbled to himself, watching you climb down from your spot. “Let me out! Swear to God, when I get out-“

You huffed, “I know why you’re here… and I’m not afraid of you.” You told him, holding the pan in front of you still.

“What?” He asked, watching you come into the light.

“Who are you? And how did you find me?” You asked him, he seemed to be in a bit of a daze. You were gorgeous, much more gorgeous than he expected a girl in a tower to be.

“Uh…”

“Who are you, and how did you find me?” You repeated, harsher, raising the pan above your head.

“Okay- can you put the… pan down and then I’ll talk?”

You didn’t reply and he sighed, clearing his throat.

“I don’t know who you are, lady, and I don’t know how I found you. Was just exploring before you hit me on the head and knocked me out. But may I just say…” he paused, making his best attempt at a flirty face. “Hi. How’s it going? My names rafe cameron.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not amused. You scoffed, “who else knows my location… Rafe Cameron?” You asked, holding the pan to his face again, closer.

“Alright, dude-“

“Y/n.”

“Here’s the deal. I was in a situation, in the forest, I just happened to come across your tower and… f-“ he paused, glancing around when he realized he was missing his bag.

“Where’s my bag?” He asked you, panicked.

“I hid it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”

He looked around the room again, for hiding spots. “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?” You hit him in the head again with the pan.

“Would you stop doing that?” He exclaimed when he woke up to the chameleons tongue in his ear again, watching it jump off and you standing smugly in front of him.

“Now I hid it where you won’t find it.”

He groaned, throwing his head back in the wooden chair. “Swear to god when I get out of here I’m knocking you out with that damn pan.”

“Me?! You’re the one who-“

“Well, you hit me first!” He complained like a child would.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you began to circle him. “What do you want with my hair? To cut it?”

“What?!”

“Sell it?” You asked, putting the pan to his head again.

“No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair to get outta it- literally and figuratively.”

“Wait…” you stopped moving, looking at him. “You don’t want my hair?”

“Why on earth would I want your hair? I was being chased, I saw the tower and I climbed it. End of story.”

“Are you telling the truth?” You asked, still holding the pan to his face.

“Yes.” He said, you slowly retracted the pan, looking at your chameleon who was now in your hand as you whispered to him.

“But what choice do I have?” You asked, hearing Rafe struggle in the chair again from behind you. You looked up, sighing. “Okay. Rafe cameron, I’m gonna offer you a deal.” You told him,

“Look this way.” You spoke, turning around, causing the chair to spin and fall, as you walked up to the mural you had painted, pulling back the curtains.

“Do you know what these are?” You asked, but when you turned, you saw his face smushed against the tile.

“The lantern thing they do for the princess?” He said nasally.

“Lanterns, I knew they weren’t stars.” You muttered to yourself. “Well, tomorrow, they’ll light the night sky with the… lanterns. You-“ you pointed the pan over to him, “will act as my guide, take me to the lanterns, and return me home. Then- and only then, will I return your bag to you. That’s my deal.”

“Yeah-“ he grunted, turning his body around yo turn the chair onto its side. “Not gonna happen, princess. The kingdom and I aren’t exactly on good terms right now, so I couldn’t take you anywhere if I wanted to.”

You hopped down, grabbing your hair and pulling it towards you. “Something brought you here,” his chair was pulled up. “Call it what you will, fate, destiny-“

“A literal horse?”

“But I made the decision to trust you-“ you spoke, inching closer to the man.

“A horrible decision, by the way.”

“But trust me when I tell you this..” you gripped your hair, forcing the chair forward, your arm holding it so that he looked up at you.

“You can tear this tower apart, brick by brick, but without my help you will never find your precious bag.” You spoke to him closely.

“Let me get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, that you so badly wanna see for some reason, bring you back home and you’ll bring me back my bag?”

“Promise. And if I promise something, I never, ever break that promise.”

He furrowed an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“Ever.” You repeated.

He sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll take you to see the fuckin’ lanterns.”

“Really?!” You exclaimed out of excitement, your movement making him fall face first onto the hard tiles.

“Oops.” You mumbled, looking down at him.

“I think you broke my nose.” He whimpered out.

—-

I loved this sm and was so excited to get it out I didn’t wanna queue it

#rapunzel!au #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey

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jemandderkeinenusernamenfindet · 1 year ago

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Burglar in the house

Summary: The boys were trying to surprise you by coming home early from a deployment. They end up being surprised themself.

Authors note; I'm really rusty, if anyone can give me tips I'd appreciate it! (Shut the comment section if you have nothing usefull to say though <3)

Soap

-gets so offended

-secretly impressed

-milks it for attention

Soap nearly trips over the coffee table in his attempt to navigate the dark living room. He's trying to be quiet, trying not to wake you. The plan was to slip into bed without you noticing so he could be the first thing you see when you woke up early in the morning. Two days ago you had whined to him on the phone how you had to wake up at the crack of dawn to come pick him up from base. Lucky for you, the mission had ended just a bit early, giving him the opportunity to take a cab and surprise you.

His hand wraps around the handle of the bedroom door, blood pumping like he's on a mission. It's thanks to that adrenaline that he can avoid the gass bottle you swing at him as soon as the door is open. He can't react fast enough to keep from loosing his balance when you barrel into him, the momentum of your attack causing you to slip.

The air is knocked out of him first by the impact with the floor and then by you landing on his chest. He hits his elbow and curses when the funny bone in it starts singing.

"What the hell. Bonnie?" his eyes squint in the dark, hands warm against your waist.

"Johnny? What are you- I thought you were a burglar! What are you doing here?" you try to scramble off of him, conscious of your full weight on him. His grip tightens and you give up all too easily. Your hands tremble from the fright he'd given you.

"So you try to kill me? And I thought I meant something to you..."

"I wasn't trying to kill you, I thought-" you ramble on until you catch the way his lips quirk up with supressed laughter. His eyes glint with humor even in the little light coming in through the window. Slapping at his chest, you finally pull away and reach to switch on the light. And there he was, the man you missed for almost five weeks now, pinned under you and looking all smug after giving you the scare of your life. "It's the middle of the night, what are you doing sneaking around the house you idiot?"

Still straddeling your boyfriend on the ground, you try to stand, planning to return to your warm bed but he pulls you back down to him.

"You wouldn't leave me all alone on the floor now, would you bonnie?" he's giving you wounded eyes, lips pouty and unbelievably kissable. "See, I hit my elbow!" he lifts it next to his face. You squint at it, leaning close to assess the damage. Only he surges forward and steals a kiss from you, eyes twickeling in delight as you glare at him. In the end you can't stay mad at him when he looks at you like that, but you do insist on taking the smooching to bed.

Ghost

-so proud

-loves that you'd be able to defend yourself in case of an actual break-in

-thinks it's really hot

The house is too quiet when he kicks his boots off, low lights on, meaning you were still awake. You always had some kind of background noise running, silence setting you on edge like it did him. He had planned on surprising you by coming home for your two year anniversary. The mission had run a bit dry with the leads going nowhere and he had convinced Price to give him two days off to spend with you. The flowers he had bought for you now lay forgotten on the bench in the entryway, freeing his hands for a knife.

He's creeping through the house trying to find you when you dart out of the kitchen, roaring a battle cry, slashing at him. He sidesteps you, narrowly avoiding the second attack and disarming you on the third. Your bread knife and his combat knife clutter to the floor as he presses your back to his chest, arms caging you in. You struggle against him, spitting curses at what you think is an intruder. His blood is roaring with adrenaline and the relief of having you safe in his arms

"Bloody hell love, it's just me." he grunts in your ear as you kick at him, arms pinned to your side. You still in his grasp, vibrating with energy.

"Simon? But you aren't supposed to come back until-"

"Couldn't let you spend our aniversary alone. Didn't expect this greetig though." if you didn't know him as well as you did, you might take the rasp in his voice as annoyance. Luckily, you recognize it from many times spent entangled with each other. That and you can feel him poke your ass.

Gaz

-s h o c k e d

-thinks it's the funniest thing in the world

-will not let it go, teases you forever (lovingly)

The music is blasting when he comes home. He kind of expected you to come running, excited to see him after two month of absence. Then again he supposes you didn't hear the door fall shut over your own singing. He follows the sound to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe to watch you sing and dance to your favourite music. You are busy whisking batter in a bowl, hips swaying. When he can finally tear his eyes from your ass, he sees your cookbook, the recipe for his favourite cake open.

The soft smile on his lips quickly fades when you decide to twirl with the bowl in your arms, loud singing turning into a startled screech as you spot the man in your kitchen. You hurl the whisk at him quicker than you can recognize him and it plaps harmlessly against his chest. You both stare at each other, deers caught in a headlight, music still blasting. Slowly, he looks down at the stain on his tshirt, meets your eyes again and you both just double over in laughter.

"So I make it the whole deployment without getting hit only to be attacked by my partner..!" Gaz is wheezing with laughter, pulling you into him. You jokingly hit his chest, shaking with your own amusement.

"Stop, you're getting it all over me!" you grin up at him, loosing yourself in the molten brown eyes you know so well.

"Only fair my little assassin." he plants kisses all over your face and you wrap your arms around his neck.

He will tell this story to the team and all of his friends and your friends. He'll bring it up at every family get together too, just to see you blush and squirm.

Price

-sort of reassured that you can defend yourself

-has to comfort you, you feel so guilty

-trains you in self-defense

When Price opens the door to the bedroom, he has no chance to duck away from the book that comes flying at his face. You have the bedside lamp raised over your head, ready to strike the intruder but recognize him in time. The hardcover book you had thrown at him as a distraction had hit his face, a corner digging into his cheek. He's still not quite sure of what happened when you let the lamp fall to the floor and rush at him.

"John! I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to rob me- You're bleeding, I'm so sorry, let's get you fixed-"

You're shaking as you turn his head this and that way, hands gentle against his cheeks. Tears are gathering in your eyes, guilt swallowing you whole. You're trying to drag him to the bathroom where the first aid kit is when he gently cups your face.

"I'm fine love, look at me." all you can see is the drop of blood from the wound you caused. You watch as it seeps into his beard.

"I didn't mean to hit you, but there's been so many break-ins recently and I heard someone creeping through the house and you aren't supposed to be home until-" he cuts you off with a gentle kiss, slightly chapped lips moving against you until you have to part for air. Foreheads pressed together, you marvel at each other.

"You're good. I'm good. Your book might have a few dog ears though." his eyes crinkle when you blink at him all dazed.

#cod x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader

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justastraymoa · 4 months ago

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 9

The reveal pt 2

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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The next morning, before dawn, Chan gently shook me awake. “Good morning, lovie.”

Groaning, I rolled over and pulled the blanket over my head, not ready to be awake. I’m warm and comfortable, no way is Chan going to get me out of this bed. Sadistic bastard!

“Up, up, up! We have a couple hours before the live. We need to agree on a track list and get practicing.”

“Fuck you and your fucking track list.” I snapped.

Someone cackled. “You made her shit list, Hyung.” I.N said amused.

“Yeah, yeah. I can be on any list you want, as long as you get up and get ready.” Chan dismissed shoving at my hip again so I couldn’t fall back asleep.

With a frustrated sigh I uncovered my head. “I will find a way to get you back for this.” I promised darkly.

“You can’t do that if you’re still in bed!” Chan’s voice faded as he left the room.

Rolling onto my back I took a minute to rub the sleep from my face and attempt to wake my sluggish brain up. A task that currently felt like an uphill battle I was losing.

“I’d say you get used to it, but you really, really don’t.” I.N said.

“Mm. Where is everyone else?”

“Getting dressed, eating breakfast.”

Slowly I sat up and opened my eyes. Only to immediately squeeze them shut again. The room was bright. Too bright. It stung my sensitive eyes and only added to my misery. The first full day of being Stray Kids Alpha was already proving difficult and the sun hadn’t even risen yet.

“I need a gallon of coffee.” I declared.

There was a shuffle and I.N kissed my hairline. “We can stop somewhere on the way.”

As soon as I could open my eyes I freshened up and put on the first clothes my fingers touched. Zero brainpower to plan an outfit and look cute. Not happening today.

When I met up with the others, Lee Know handed me a granola bar and Felix twisted my hair up into a baseball cap. Changbin helped me put on an oversized hoodie and black face mask. Still half asleep I just moved where they wanted me without complaint. In the back of my mind I registered that they were helping me hide my identity and scent until the live later. Something it hasn’t occurred to my sleepy brain to do when I got dressed.

“Care you even awake?” Changbin asked when I rocked off balance.

I looked at him through one open eye. “Coffee. Please.” I breathed through the face mask hiding my identity from the world.

“We can manage that. Let’s go, cars ready.” Chan informed picking up the bags sitting at his feet and heading to the door. I stumbled after him almost blindly, eyes unwilling to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time.

After I bumped into the third wall, I felt Hyunjin place his warm hands on my upper arms and start steering me. Keeping me from bumping into any more obstacles.

Once in the car I leaned on the nearest shoulder and immediately dozed off. Since it was still so early the Omegas were pretty quiet. Only talking lowly amongst themselves. The murmur was a pleasant lullaby.

Gentle finders brushed hair from my temple and stroked over the exposed apple of my left cheek. “Wake me up one more time, Chan, and I will neuter you.” I growled.

A puff of air hit me as Hyunjin laughed. “It’s me. Sorry, we need your coffee order.”

This roused me and I opened my eyes. Hyunjin was crouched in front of me with a soft fond look on his face. “Coffee?”

He smiled brightly at me. “Yes. Coffee. What would you like?”

As soon as there was a hot coffee in my hands, I started to feel like a human again. The smell and hot steam helped me keep my eyes open while I waited for the drink to cool off enough to drink.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Changbin teased.

I shook my head, testing my coffee. Still too hot. “Not yet.” I answered roughly.

It was only a couple more minutes before the car stopped at a sheltered back entrance of JYPE.

“Wait! Mask, Y/n.” Chan reminded when I slid toward the door.

“Oh, right. Thanks.” I replied pulling the mask back into place.

Apparently, conference rooms are pretty much the same no matter what country you are in. Long table with chairs all around, large white board covering one wall, huge TV on another, A conference phone smack dab in the middle of the table. As well as the group company photo squeezed into a random patch of wall, everyone wearing matching shirts.

There were several people already in the room when we arrived. I stopped in the doorway and looked to Chan wide eyes. I hadn’t thought about anyone else being here and my first instinct was to leave before they saw or smelled me.

Chan smiled and reached for me. “It’s okay, Y/n. This is our manager, the set manager, and sound master. They won’t bite.

I nodded and waved at the 3 Betas holding my coffee cup in front of me like a caffeine shield. They nodded back, politely uninterested in my presence. I sighed silently, relieved.

I wheeled one of the chairs into a corner out of the way and curled up into it, cradling my coffee as I sipped at it. I watched as everyone settled in, more animated and loud now that they were more awake.

Everyone looked soft and cozy. Hair product free and floofy, comfortable clothing, no makeup. I kind of liked them like this. Just people and not idols. These were my Omegas in their ‘true’ form so to speak.

I had no idea what to expect in a meeting like this. I was insanely curious about this part of the process. What went into the songs they picked to perform. How the set theme was decided. How they came up with the absolutely amazing sets and performances. As a fan you never really got a complete explanation for any of this.

That being said, it wasn’t long before they started speaking in terms I didn’t understand. I got bored pretty quickly after that.

So instead, I pulled out my phone and caught up on all the Stray Kids stuff I avoided when I was gone. And started the process of officially moving. Canceling my mail, getting my appointments canceled, changing accounts to my new Korea address. I needed to make lists, I know I am forgetting things.

Most importantly I need a Korean phone plan, because the overseas charges on my current plan were absolutely outrageous! I don’t know the first thing about Korean phone plans or companies. Does Verizon exist here? It had too. Verizon exists everywhere, right?

Felix must have gotten bored because he pulled my chair close to his and started to watch what I was doing over my shoulder. I glanced up, pretty sure he is supposed to be paying attention, but Chris seemed to pretty much be handling everything. The others interjecting occasionally.

“We can just put you on our plan.” Felix whispered to me in his Australian accented English.

“Youre all on the same plan?” I never thought about their phone plan.

“Yeah, the company pays for it and has all the information in case we get hacked or something.”

Oh, the company. “No, I’ll just get my own plan.”

“Why?”

“I’m not with the company. Im with you guys. I don’t feel comfortable having the company pay my bills.”

“Its not like you haven’t earned it. Besides, they will need the information for you too in case you get hacked or lose your phone.”

Saying I ‘earned it’ felt too much like I was being paid to be their Alpha, and that felt gross. I made a face, but didn’t respond to him. This wasn’t the time or place for this conversation.

However, it did remind me that I needed to find some way to make money. No way in hell would I be depending on the boys financially like that. They aren’t my sugar daddies and im not a gold digger.

I only needed a short-term solution. Just until I am forced to sign a contract with the company and they ‘strongly suggest’ becoming a brand ambassador or to do a commercial or something like that. I need something to hold me over until I ultimately end up working for JYPE. It was only a matter of time.

The meeting blissfully wrapped up quickly after our short conversation. And with a track list decided, it was time to start refreshing themselves on the lyrics and dances. So, we moved to a practice studio in another part of the building.

I.N handed me a familiar black bag as I made myself comfortable in the back corner of the room. I looked at him with wide eyes. “My camera? You brought it for me?” It was amazingly nice of him. My camera is a part of me and I usually don’t go anywhere without it, but I was too tired this morning to think of grabbing it.

He shrugged, trying to play it off. “Figured you would be less bored if you could take photos.”

I pulled him down into a hug, ruffling the hair on the back of his head and squeezing him tight. Cuteness aggression is a very real thing.

“Alright, alright! Enough!” He complained pulling away, cheeks dusted a light pink and avoiding my eyes.

I giggled and dug into my bag. Everything I could need is here. I was unbelievably excited to get some shots of the Omegas. And having something to do will pass the time quicker.

Standing up I took a few test pictures to adjust for lighting and quality.

As they did their thing I snapped action shots of each of them, doing my best to stay out of the way.

Stray Kids, being the gremlins they were, started to make overexaggerated silly faces. There was even some rude gestures thrown in here and there. I smiled at their antics, not deterred in the slightest.

As everyone rested and got some water, Chan approached me. “Since this is an official live with announcements, they are going to want to do hair, makeup, and outfits.” He warned.

I wrinkled my nose, but already suspected as much. “Okay. I look like shit today anyways, so that’s probably a good thing.”

He flicked my ear lightly. “Stop. You look lovely.”

I rolled my eyes and swatted at the offending hand. “Whatever you say. When is this makeover?”

“We will head over when everyone has had a chance to rest.”

“Ill pack up then.” I nodded to the camera in my hands.

Hair, makeup, and wardrobe was an overwhelming experience. At any given moment I had 2-3 people surrounding me. Poking, pulling, and prodding all over. My face was plastered, my hair yanked and gooped. And at one point I swear I saw the metallic flash of a pair of scissors.

The room itself is loud and chaotic. People yelled and rushed around everywhere. All the overstimulation was starting to get to me. I felt my patience growing short and my muscles get tense. The lights started to give me a headache and the voices made my ears ring and all blended together. I scratched my arms to try and relieve the symptoms. To have one strong thing to focus on so the others were less intense. It was something I have done since I was a baby, and I have never been able to break the need when the overstimulation gets too bad. During college I had to wear thick hoodies during mid terms and finals because if I didn’t, I would scratch so much I would bleed.

Gentle hands stilled my own and I refocused. Hand soothed my burning arms by rubbing them softly. They were bright red now. “Its okay.” He whispered understandingly but still concerned.

I sighed heavily, thankful for the reprieve. He must have shooed everyone off when he noticed my distress. “I’m sorry. I’m – it’s a lot”

He nodded and fished into his pocket. He fitted a pair of earbuds in my ears. “This may help.” He said as he scrolled through his phone for a few seconds before Gods Menu started to play. Something nondestructive for my mind to focus on. I nodded and smiled my thanks.

Han left and the people for styling converged again. Guess they only stepped away long enough for Han to help me before continuing their work. It was much easier to deal with now as Gods Menu ended and Side Effects started.

When everything was complete and I looked acceptable enough to be seen as Stray Kids’ Alpha I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. The sight made me sigh in defeat. I didn’t look like me.

The clothes were expensive looking and not my usual comfy style. My hair, usually just left alone or pulled into a messy bun was curled and styled perfectly in place. It was a couple inches shorter now too. And ive never been one for makeup. Never had a knack for applying it and didn’t like how I looked in it. Now, though natural looking, makeup was applied in such a way that it changed the shapes of my face. Nose shaded to look more angular and petite. Eyes made to look bigger and rounder. Cheeks and chin sharper. I was a different person.

“You don’t look very happy.” Chan observed.

I sighed and removed the earbuds. “They did a great job.” Its true, the work was exquisite. Flawless even.

“But?” He prompted.

My lips twisted and I looked back at the mirror. “I don’t look like me anymore.” I closed my eyes against a heavy sense of loss. I shouldn’t complain. “I’ll get used to it eventually.”

I knew this was coming. That I would lose who I was. That they would change me. I just…I guess I just wasn’t as prepared for it as I thought. I expected it to take longer. That it would be slower, piece by piece over time. This felt like all at once. I lifted my hand to mess with my hair, but caught myself and lowered it again with a hum.

Chan wrapped an arm around my shoulders and squeezed me close, rubbing my upper arm. “We will have them dial it back next time.” He promised.

“And we can teach you makeup at home too, so we can find a happy medium.” Seungmin added joining us at the mirror.

“Don’t worry. Ill be fine. I was expecting this.” I straighten and pull myself together. This was fine. I looked beautiful. Flawless. Worthy to stand next to Stray Kids proudly.

“Y/n, we don’t want to change who you are. You’re perfectly fine as you are.” Chan said.

“I’m not though, am I?” It was a rhetorical question. We all knew I wasn’t even close to good looking enough on my own to be seen with gods such as them.

We were summoned away before either male could reply.

My nerves about the live and subsequently the reveal, previously forgotten when I became overstimulated, then saw myself in the mirror, returned full force. Millions of people are about to watch me on live and find out im an Alpha. They will know my face. I'll be plastered all over the internet.

What if I made a fool of myself? Or said the wrong thing? What if I embarrassed the boys? Ruined their reputation? Or worse yet, turned STAY against them? So much could go wrong.

The live setting was familiar. A living room set up that they had used before on past lives and videos.

“You look ready to vomit.” JYP said from behind me.

I spun around, excited. I didn’t expect J to show up today. “J! what are you doing here?” I threw my arms around him.

“Its your reveal day, I didn’t want to miss it.” He replied patting my back.

I smiled at him, thankful for his comforting fatherly presence. Someone who had secretly been watching over me my whole life. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me now. It would ruin all his hard work.

“Don’t let me say anything stupid, please.” I requested wringing my hands.

J chuckled. “Sorry, hun, but your bound to put your foot in your mouth eventually.”

I groaned and bounced a little to try and relieve some anxiety. “Ooh, I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. Just be yourself. Stray Kids have always been authentic and chaotic, so fans are used to that. They like that.” JYP reminded me. It was true. They weren’t fake and genuinely cared about what they do and their fans. “Just flow with the conversation. They will lead you, guide you.”

I nodded and turned towards the set again. Lee Know was at a mounted tablet set up for the live on a tripod. He tapped a few buttons on the screen.

“Okay. We are live.” He announced before moving to take his seat next to Han on one of the couches.

There wasn't enough air in the room.

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fuqnia · 2 months ago

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SP Main Four + butters !College AU Headcanons

[☆] A/N | hii guys! i recently hit 500 likes on tumblr and i'm like so speechless... i never wouldve thought people would be interested in reading my stupid little writing hehe, so tysm! my long fic, most wanted, is coming to a close soon, and I have been working on another longfic that's a fem!reader insert x main 4 boys in college!

[☆] C/W | slight nsfw in kenny's

[☆] check out my relationship college au headcanons for the boys + butters here! it's sfw and nsfw <3

☆ stan marsh

environmental science major

i think he would have like around a 2.5 - 2.9 gpa

uses a laptop to take notes

surprisingly has decent notes

gets on wordle, geo guesser, quordle, WAFFLE, during lectures if he gets bored

struggles with hangovers, yet still goes to classes sometimes

i don't think he truly notices how much he drinks... it kinda just happens ?

doesn't mind college parties, will go if his friends want to

kyle usually has to carry him back to their shared dorm when he does go tho LOL

volunteers at the town's animal shelter !!

sometimes eric and butters tag along

visits home like once a month, mostly to see his mom and dog

crimson dawn is still a thing, and stan is sooo dedicated

matches band tees with kenny sometimes <3

keeps up with his college football team religiously

way too emotional about college sports

joins some intramural sports tho!

butters and wendy would come to his games and cheer him on

definitely has late night talks with kyle about "deep" stuff... and kyle is like

"dude, shut the fuck up and go to bed," and throws a pillow at him

i think he would start a vinyl collection

also has succulents, but he forgets to water them hehe

doesn't really use social media

so he gets kyle to send him songs from tiktok for his workout routine LMFAO

sucks at cooking

best procrastinator around

his drunken rendition of mr. brightside went viral after kenny secretly posted it online

"IT WAS ONLYYY A KISS, IT WAS ONLY A KISSSSSS"

very political

argues with the tik tok interviewers on campus

gets kenny to help him bleach his hair

eric bullys tf out of him for it

☆ kyle broflovski

political science major and on a premed track

4.0 gpa idc this man is a tryhard and fueled on spite

uses an ipad and apple pencil to take notes, uses goodnotes

definitely color codes his notes

i don't think he would actually ask questions in class

but goes to office hours... and that's how professors know his name

obsessed with email etiquette

will actually facetime sharon to show how messy stan's side of the dorm is

will spray stan with a waterbottle to wake him up

"dude... are you serious right now?" "it's 2pm stan."

has a mini ironboard and iron

wears his ushanka on bad hair days

refuses to join study groups

but is butters study buddy

visits home every 2 weeks

and comes back with a ton of leftovers from his mom's cooking

he also mealpreps

whenever his mom calls him, eric takes kyle's phone and starts talking to sheila himself

in bed by 9pm most days

kenny comes knocking on the doors at 9:01 to bug kyle

definitely a coffee snob, and grinds his own beans

has a small box of keepstakes under his bed

also has a small medkit in his dorm, backpack, and gave one to kenny, eric, and butters

jogs every morning before class

terrible at small talk

prolly makes underclassmen cry

sends venmo requests for every shared expense

participates in model un

falls for ragebait online

also chronically online

waters stan's succulents for him

☆ kenny mccormick

physics major with a minor in women's and gender studies

3.5 gpa

milked the fuck out of his home situation to get a full ride scholarship

uses an old fashion notebook to take notes

sometimes comes to class faded

tries not to make it a habit

also smells like cigarettes, but everyone still wants to sit next to him ?

butters offers him alternatives like gum or lollipops

adrenaline junkie

his favorite class he took is water skiing

but also really likes his minor classes!

volunteers at local events, like community cleanup

thrifted flannels

shares them with stan

the most well known on campus out of the four + butters

loves late night drives

knows all the scenic spots around campus

has a bunch of tattoos littered on his body

kyle definitely mothers him, taking care of his scratch and bruises

horrible sleep schedule thanks to eric screaming in their dorm at 2am

makes quick god-like meals

the underclassmen idolize him for some reason ?

diy king

was hired to be the campus mascot

but was fired for bringing pyrotechnics on the football field

do not ask this man his bodycount

decorated his ottoman, to make it look less suspicious

definitely hides his drugs and alcohol in it

locks out eric from their dorm room and puts a sock on the door handle when he's getting sum

☆ eric cartman

business administration major with a minor in psychology

2.0 gpa

does not rlly give a fuck abt his classes

gets caught for cheating/plagiarism but somehow manages to never get expelled ?!

runs for his class student body president position, but his campaign is just memes

always scheming for free food, all the clubs know him

doesn't have anything school related in his backpack

loud as fuck in his dorm

"Dude. You’re at, like, an 11 right now. I need you at a 3." "Uh, excuse me? I’m multitasking. This is called strategy, Kenneth. I’m practicing for when I go pro, unlike you and your stupid—whatever it is you’re doing—'The Patriarchy 101' or some crap."

unironically loves the dining hall food

networks on linkedin for some reason ?

listed kyle as a reference on linkedin to piss him off

tiktok famous

atrocious dorm decor

has a cardboard cutout of andrew tate that he loves

runs the school barstool instagram account

reddit mod on the school's subreddit

every few weeks, stan convinces him to set a fitness goal

always fails...

has convinced the entire dorm there’s a ghost, and charged people $10 for ghost hunting tours

once organized a charity on campus to help pregnant students, but pocketed all the money

also ropped butters into it somehow

stole one of stan's succulents

believes he's a karaoke god

records the main four + butters at parties

spends at least an hour in the dorm's bathroom, causing kyle to geek tf out

works as a guide tour for the school, so he could spread misinformation to the tour groups

☆ leopold 'butters' stotch

either an education, psychology, or business major... i can't decide

3.8 gpa

active in the student government

sometimes reviews eric's cheating cases... way too lenient

accidentally started a cult on campus

started as a wholesome self help club

his advice was so endearing people started treating him like a guru

kenny thinks this is hilarious... kyle tried to stage an intervention but failed

becomes an RA

takes it way too seriously, best informative bulletin boards and door decorations

gets really sad whenever no one shows up to game night

so the main four and craig's gang show up out of pity

sometimes the girls come too!

did study aboard for a semester

returned with an inflated sense of cultural superiority

eric mocks the fuck out of him for it LOL

says howdy! to everyone every morning

academic overachiever

too polite to call out slackers in group projects so he just does most of the work

studies at the campus library at a specific spot next to a window

chews grape flavored gum while studying

started cleaning up trash at parties

color coded planner with stickers and motivational quotes

best hugs... stan is like the only person who hugs him back

sneaks into the football stadium at night to just stand on the grass

goes out for every holiday

plans secret santa for his dorm, makes cookies for finals, decorates his dorm room

his dorm door is always open!

☆ Group Dyanmics

always does group costumes for halloween

teletubbies one year, fnaf the next

bad movie nights everyweek

annual camping trips

kyle cries about the lack of phone signal

stan always forgets something important, like his tent or sleeping bag

kenny loves telling scary stories, especially to freak out butters

cartman only packs junk food

butters always burns his smores

every year when the snow falls, the go out in the quad to have a snowball fight and random people join in

kenny somehow manages to get the group to join him for his midnight drives

every semester they crash the weekly campus trivia at least once

can you guess who my favorite is tehehe...

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp headcanons #south park headcanons #south park college au #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #butters stotch #sp

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xx-riffraff-xx · 2 months ago

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❆ ~ settled in the silence after ~ ❆

premise; Zayne deals with a mass casualty incident at the hospital. You pick up the pieces afterwards

warnings; HEAVY ANGST, death, hospitals, skipping meals, fainting from skipping meals, dissociation, guilt, self-doubt, evol backlash, hand-wavy doctor jobs

a/n; i went insane on call with a friend and wrote this monster. enjoy. (p.s. this post is pretty this time!)

friend's note; HE COOKED!

Zayne wakes before his alarm, as usual. The gentle light of the coming dawn drifts through the blinds. He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. You were snoring softly. You’d deny that you were if he mentioned it to you. The two of you would “argue” about it until Zayne softly admitted that it was one of his favorite parts of his morning to know you were sleeping soundly. You’d blush and reach up to kiss him. He had to wait until after his shift at the hospital to play this game with you again.

He kisses your forehead softly and allows himself an extra couple minutes to burrow his nose in your neck. This is what he needs to face the day ahead of him. He crawls out of bed and sets about getting ready for the day. You’ll be greeted by the scent of coffee and breakfast on your nightstand when you wake up and no memory of the last gentle kiss he plants on your temple before he leaves. He takes the lunch you left for him in the fridge last night.

Akso Hospital is nothing out of the ordinary when Zayne first arrives. The hours tick by slowly, spent seeing patients and filling out paperwork. Then...

6:37 P.M. The ringing of a phone call from another hospital in the city disrupts his peace. The hospital is in shambles. People are dying. The Hunter’s Association is already on scene, instantly his mind flits to you. Second, to the influx of transfers soon to hit the floors of Akso Hospital. Zayne springs into action, communicating and organizing the response. They’ve got a big storm coming.

6:59 P.M. The first patients from the attack flood the hospital. Nurses and doctors and surgeons sprint through the halls. Ten patients in critical condition, their hearts in danger of stopping any moment. Zayne works quickly and effectively. The thoughts of the bodies still waiting to be saved settle heavy on his chest.

7:30 P.M. There are now thirty, fourty, fifty new patients in need of immediate medical attention. Zayne prays you aren’t hurt. He’s performed more sutures and blood transfusions than he can count in the span of half an hour. Under the harsh operating room light, another patient’s heart beats feebly in his hand.

8:41 P.M. Akso Hospital is out of beds. Zayne resigns himself to a long night. Yvonne calls other neighboring hospitals to see if they have hands or room. There’s nothing. Every hospital in the area is stretched thin. The Wanderer attacks continue.

9:18 P.M. A Wanderer breaks into the waiting room of Akso Hospital. It is frozen before it has the chance to attack anyone else, but Zayne doesn’t know for how long. There are more patients than there are beds. Victims crowd the waiting room despite the Wanderer. You are the hunter to respond to this particular attack. Zayne forces himself to focus on the task at hand, fights through his desire to fold you into his arms and forget this ever happened. He hasn’t eaten today. You’d be upset at him for that. He can’t help it.

10:43 P.M. The Metaflux fluctuations are finally under control. The flood of patients stems, but the system is still overwhelmed. Neighboring hospitals are swamped. Asko’s supplies are running out. There is so much pain. The suffering in the building seeps into Zayne’s body. He needs rest, but he has to keep going. It’s not over yet. The patient under his care does not make it. She is not the first.

12:45 A.M. The flow of injuries is neverending. Zayne has seen so many near-deaths in the past six hours that they blur together. Evan Mullaney, Jane Bridgers, Beatrice McCarthy, Kye Ingram, Oliver McCarthy... tens of others whose names he never got to know. Countless others who never made it to the hospital in the first place. Breaking the news to families is devastating every time. He has to keep going.

3:27 A.M. The urgency has slowed just enough that he can swap places with other nurses and doctors so they have the chance to sit for a moment, get something to eat, or close their eyes for twenty minutes. There are still tens of patients waiting for beds to open up, their condition steadily deteriorating. The weight of their families’ worlds threatens to crush him where they’re settled on his shoulders.

5:00 A.M. Zayne pauses for ten minutes. He cannot allow himself to stop for longer than that when there are so many people who need him. The first thing he does is check that you’re okay. The lunch you packed for him is finally opened. He can barely bring himself to stomach any of it.

8:56 A.M. Akso is working with little to nothing. Zayne uses his evol to cauterize wounds. They’re out of suture kits. He doesn’t know when they’ll get more.

12:27 P.M. The neighboring hospitals are at capacity, but stabilized. Zayne does not stop.

1:43 P.M. Zayne is nearly forced to stop. His vision swims as he walks down the hallway, pausing briefly to hold onto the wall for support. His blood flows icy cold in his veins. Frost creeps up his collarbones. He cannot stop. He has to keep going.

3:12 P.M. Dr. Greyson brings him something to eat and suggests he drink some water. A patient crashes before he can even refuse. Pain and suffering and despair permeate the walls. If he ever leaves Akso, he doesn’t think he can scrub it from underneath his skin. The hospital’s staff are exhausted. It does not get better. It only gets worse.

5:13 P.M. Zayne collapses. He’s out on the hallway floor for barely a minute. Dr. Greyson and Yvonne fret over him. They’re both as exhausted as he is, if not more. He eats to appease them. He cannot stop, there are still patients who need him. His fingers are frost-bitten.

8:34 P.M. The tension eases. Neighboring hospitals can accept patients for transfer, slowly. Zayne can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. Almost.

12:19 A.M. Things have calmed down at Akso. There are extra hands on the way, but they won’t arrive until morning shift. Zayne will fill that space until then. Yvonne sleeps for a few, precious hours. Dr. Greyson has a full meal. Dr. Zayne is salvation for everyone in the hospital. His joints are stiff with cold. He cannot stop. He has to keep going.

7:09 A.M. After forty-eight hours straight of tragedy, the delirium is setting in, even for Zayne. Astra-sent help and supplies finally arrive. The waiting room slowly empties. Low-risk patients are cared for and sent home. Zayne tends to his regular patients as their primary care physician. He supresses his shivers. The tragedy is over, but he has to keep going.

4:45 P.M Paperwork, so much paperwork. Death certificates, discharge papers, treatment plans. He had no time to do any of it. There were at least two hundred victims that he cared for or helped care for. The stack of paperwork is inches thick. It hurts to hold his pen. His handwriting is atrocious. He writes anyway.

6:02 P.M. You show up in his office.

Time no longer matters, because you are there. The rest of the world fades back in around you. He’s so tired and hungry. He missed you, he missed you so much. The lunch you packed him is still on his desk, mostly untouched. All that matters is that you aren’t like the pallid, bloodless, lifeless faces he’s seen in the past thirty-six hours. You are blessedly alive.

He’s so caught up in the euphoria of missing you that he doesn’t register your reinforcements. Dr. Greyson and Yvonne enter behind you. You rush over, immediately checking him over. He brushes you off. “I’m fine, I’ll be home later tonight. I have to finish this paperwork.”

Dr. Greyson introjects. “Zayne, you’ve been awake for over two days straight. Go home. The paperwork can be finished another time.” He is promptly ignored. Distantly, he hears Dr. Greyson and Yvonne leave. A hand is placed on his chest.

“Please, love. Come home. You’ve given enough.” You plead. Your resonance slowly warms his joints. You are so warm. And under that warmth, he caves. An exhausted nod is all the permission you need. You take his keys from him and guide him downstairs. Zayne thinks he hears snide remarks made at his slumped form. The guilt claws his insides until he sees the faces he couldn’t save trapped under the rubble of his soul.

He blinks and he’s home. With you. The guilt grows greater. You settle him on the couch, bringing a bowl of soup to him. “Please eat.” You say softly, settled on the couch with him. The gentle act nearly shatters him. He gathers you in his arms and sets you on his lap, clinging to you like it’s the last moments before the world explodes. Or perhaps, he’s settled in the silence after. He tucks his cold nose into the crook of your neck.

“You need to rest, love.” You whisper to him as you nestle a kiss in his hair.

“Please. Just... Can we stay like this?” His voice breaks. Your heart breaks with it. This self-sacrificial, overworked idiot is going to be the death of you.

“Of course, love.” You are mindful of how much time passes so he doesn’t have to be. You made sure his soup was extra hot when you put it in the bowl, you knew this would happen. You saw the Wanderer attack first-hand. There was no way he could’ve saved everyone, but Astra knows he tried.

You count fifteen minutes before you try to convince him to eat some soup, twenty-five before you actually manage it. You draw him a bath. He’s exhausted, his coat is splattered with blood. You gently wash his hair and face. Zayne had thought the pain and suffering couldn’t be scrubbed from beneath his skin. Yet somehow, you made it seem effortless. The guilt doesn’t fade, but it... eases. Settles.

Soon, you’re snuggled in bed together. You hold him close and whisper sweet nothings into his hair. You expected him to pass out the second his head hit the pillow, but instead he’s tense.

“I have to go back. They need me.” Zayne states. There’s an undercurrent of desperation to his voice, but he doesn’t seem to be able to let go of you.

“Love, you are exhausted. You can’t save anyone until you save yourself.” You run a hand through his damp locks, resonating to melt the ice creeping up his neck. “Dr. Greyson told me you fainted. Do you know how worried I was?”

“I didn’t have time to stop. There were so many victims...” He trails off, gripping you tighter, curling further into you. “I tried. I promise, I tried.”

“I know, you did everything you could with what you had available.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Zayne... you are talented and capable, but there’s only one of you.”

“I could’ve done more. I’m sure of it. Do you know how... agonizing it is to look someone in the eye and tell them that their loved one is gone?”

You’ve walked this path before. Zayne blames himself for every patient he can’t save, every patient who has to endure waiting long hours in pain. “I know. I’ve seen Wanderers rip apart families. I’ve seen the hurt and suffering that comes from it.”

The crook of your neck is damp. You pretend not to notice, as you always do. “It wasn’t your fault, Zayne. You did everything you could with the resources you had available to you.” Zayne doesn’t say anything else, but you feel the weight of the world relax off his shoulders. You stay pressed together until morning. You both have a busy day of nothing to get to tomorrow, after all.

#zayne x you #love and deepspace #lads #lads zayne #lads zayne angst #zayne angst #xx riffwrites xx #angst with a happy ending #riff and deepspace

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