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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years ago

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Hey darling ❤️ love your writing 3000 :) can u do one with Bucky x reader (they’re together) where he overhears the reader on the phone with her parents that are emotionally & verbally abusive towards her (they always have been) and the reader has to explain it all to him afterwards even tho she’s having a panic attack (bc she’s afraid bucky will leave her since she has no one else to go to ??) and bucky comforts her and reassures her that he’s gonna be there for her and like comfort fluff? I live in an emotionally abusive and manipulative household rn and I tell you your fics are like an escape for me. Even if u don’t do this thank you from the bottom of my heart :)

Hey there, I love you 3000 ❤ I am so so sorry to hear about your situation, and while I'm glad to hear that my writing is an escape for you, I want you to know that I'm here for you. No one should have to go through what you described. I hope that this can bring you some comfort but please, I encourage you to reach out to someone who can help you. My DM's are open as well, you shouldn't face this alone. I'm here for you!!!

You owe them nothing

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3200 (ish)

Warnings: emotional abuse/gaslighting, manipulation, parent issues, tears, angst, breakdown, fluff.

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You really tried to keep it hidden. It wasn’t something that everyone needed to know about.

Your parents loved you, at least that’s what they had said. But it was one of those things where you felt like it was for show - the kindness that they showed when you were around others faded away once you were alone with them.

You remember once they had said “of course I love you, I’m your parent!”

But that made you wonder how they would treat you if you weren’t theirs.

They were horrible to you for as long as you could remember. Gaslighting you and making you feel like you owed them something even though they were the ones who should have taken care of you.

They were around but never…there. They would be there for family dinners but they were always riddled with criticisms of grades and who you were talking to and how you dressed. All of your hobbies were seen as a waste of time, something you should only do when you had nothing else to do. School came first, naturally, but there was always something they told you you had to do before you could do anything for yourself.

Yet when you would complain about being depressed, they told you to get a hobby because you never do anything.

Tired meant lazy, energetic and passionate meant loud and annoying. When you were quiet they thought you had nothing to say, yet when you expressed your opinions you were told to shut up.

You couldn’t win.

You could never make them happy, there was always something you were doing wrong.

They thought it was their right to monitor who you talked to and saw, what you did outside of school, what sports you could join. When you would say no to the school dances or parties you would make up an excuse about not wanting to go or having work to do. Your friends would call you a buzz kill. Little did they know you would give anything to go.

Whenever you would do something wrong (or anything, period,), your parents would yell at you. They would curse you out, make you cry, only to yell at you for crying like a little bitch.

The older you got, the worse it was.

You thought when you moved out it would be better. But you had all these years of being told you were worthless and having them be your providers. When you got your own place you didn’t really have any friends, nor did you really know how to make friends. You had a job to help you get by, you could support yourself. That wasn’t the issue. You could support yourself, you always had to.

It was that you were so lonely.

You wanted friends but you were so afraid of the criticism you would get. You were afraid to make yourself known, because you were always taught that being told what to do and taught what to think was much more appealing than having your opinion.

But this was an opinionated world.

You were good at what you did, so good that you had gotten a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. You thought that would make you happy, more importantly that it would make your parents happy, but no such luck.

“I got a really great job, guys.”

“Fantastic. I guess you’re just doing so great without us,” they had snapped.

“What? I mean… this is what you wanted right? For me to get a good job?” you had said, confused.

You heard a loud sigh on the other end of the line. “Of course we do, what are you crazy about? Of course we wanted you to get a good job but you just deserted us like we were trash. Have we done nothing for you?”

You felt your heart sink in your stomach. ‘Of course you guys have, I love -”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean. If you really cared about us you’d be helping us out. You got a great job and probably have a huge paycheck that you hoard and you left us here to struggle to make ends meet.”

You took the phone away from your face temporarily to take a shaky breath. Of course they would go there with the salary, why wouldn’t they? All of your paychecks had gone to them, since it was their house and they were feeding you, leaving you with barely enough money for your car and gas and phone bills, only for them to suggest longer hours when you complained.

“I can help you guys out if you need,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

You heard an exasperated sigh on the other line again. “You really should be more grateful, you know? We raised you your entire life and then you leave us alone? You never even call us? You’re so fucking selfish.”

Then the line went dead.

You shook your head and felt tears in your eyes as you spoke to yourself. “Well maybe I would call you if it didn’t always yell at me.”

Of course, you would never say that.

See, it wasn’t so bad. You never said anything because they were only ever mean to you, which would make you uncomfortable. There were people out there that would get hit or who would have to raise themselves from a young age. Once you grew thick skin it wasn’t so bad, you were just being dramatic.

Right?

Your new job was fairly successful, you were fantastic at what you did. You did a lot of behind the scenes work, weapon repair and plans of action with missions. Not that they needed much help with that. Still, they took you in as their friends.

Well, as close as you would let them get to as friends.

It took a while before you warmed up to them. Everyone tended to keep to themselves, but not as much as you. You kept the parts of you hidden away - you were there for a job, you did it, and you did it well. You knew how to do your job but interacting with the team, making friends - you didn’t want to get emotionally attached.

Not like you knew how to make friends to begin with.

Naturally you were drawn to the quieter side of the team, once you were able to open up. They were all nice but sometimes the parties and the jokes were a bit much. You just didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing that would make you the punchline.

No one needed to know about you, or how you would spend your free time being yelled at through a phone with you trying to make it better. That wasn’t part of the job, so you shouldn’t bring it up.

It wasn’t like anyone would want to help. You were just a nuisance to everyone around you.

Right?

No one talked about their life before the team much. Not many people on the team had a great life before the Avengers first came together. Natasha or Wanda had once spoken about how this team was a family. And as much as you wanted to believe it, you helped the team. You weren’t a part of the team. So even if that were true, it didn’t include you.

At least, that was your point of view.

The team viewed you as a part of the team as much as any of them. You didn’t fight with them but you made sure everything would go as smoothly. You were kind and great at what you did, but they wished you would open up more. Of course, being a team of people who had trouble opening up, they understood.

Bucky was one of the ones who took a liking to you, mostly because he saw a lot of himself in you. He could tell there was something that you were trying to get past but weren’t quite able to yet. That there was something bothering but you wouldn’t dare say it for fear of bothering someone. You threw yourself into projects and distractions and from the way you carried yourself, he guessed you were avoiding something that you weren’t ready to work through. At least, not yet.

He knew that feeling too well.

The ex-assassin was one of the easiest for you to open up to because he didn’t expect much from interactions. Both of you were quiet and kept to yourselves that there wasn’t much pressure to share anything or say anything. You knew his past but would never bring it up unless he wanted to. Which eventually, he did. You could tell he felt pressure to be who he was before HYDRA took him, and while Steve was surprised he opened up to you first, you weren’t. Steve knew Bucky before everything, and you didn’t have that bias. He was whoever he was today regardless of who he was yesterday.

And Bucky found comfort in that.

You think you would’ve too, if you thought you deserved it enough to do the same.

See, you were worried that you were making everything worse than it really was. You worried that maybe you were being too sensitive or that what you had grown up with was normal. With everything that everyone on the team went through, a few insults from your parents was hardly anything. You were being dramatic.

There was nothing to be sad or angry about. You just had to get over yourself.

Right?

You were getting by until one night when your parents called, as they did on occasion. You were in the middle of working, so you ignored it. The phone went to voicemail before it started ringing again, and you ignored it, again. The third time you sighed and picked up your phone, turning away from your work.

You took a deep breath before you answered. “Hello?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

You closed your eyes and brought a hand to rub your head. “Well I’m doing fine, thank you, how are you?”

“Don’t give me that attitude. What the fuck are you doing? You’ve been ignoring our calls.”

You stood up to pace the floor slightly, dreading the conversation that was coming. Is it the ‘family is most important’ or the ‘where’s my money?’ speech today? “I’ve been working.”

“What, so work is more important than family now? Is that what this is? You don’t care about us?”

Family speech it is.

“Dad -”

“What if one of us was dying? Huh? Would that be important?”

“Stop it. No one is dying, and I was working. And I have more work to do, so I really have to go.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m your father.”

Gaining confidence you gritted your teeth and snapped, “You know what? I’m an adult now so you can’t tell me what to do.”

There was silence on the other end of the line and you could practically hear the steam coming out of your father’s ears.

At some point Bucky had come down to your working space to check on you, seeing as it was nearly morning. He stopped in the doorway, and seeing you were busy on the phone he thought he would stop by later to give you some privacy. But he stopped when he heard you snap.

You never snap.

“Who do you think you’re talking to you ungrateful little bitch?”

“I’m talking to the people who treated me like shit my entire life and ask me for money when you wouldn’t give me the time of day for 18 fucking years.”

Even you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. But god did it feel good to say them.

“Are you fucking serious right now? We did nothing for you? What do you think we’ve been doing your whole life? We’ve done everything we did to help you be the best person you could be. You have that job now because of us and you have no right to speak to me that way.”

You chuckled darkly as you looked up at the ceiling, unaware of Bucky’s presence behind you. “My entire life all I’ve ever wanted to do was make you guys proud of me. But you know what? I’m fucking done. You hated me, gaslighted me, and made me hate myself almost as much if not more than you seemed to hate me.”

“I did no such thing you ungrateful -”

“You were supposed to love me and care for me, and all you did was take advantage of me. I’m not your child, I’m a paycheck. I don’t owe you anything because you gave me nothing. So you know what? FUCK. YOU.”

You hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, adrenaline taking over your body as you tried to stop shaking. Because a small part of you felt bad.

But fuck did that feel amazing.

You heard a throat clear behind you and you turned around to see Bucky, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

You nodded nervously, rubbing the sides of your arms. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, unconvincingly. “How much, uh...how much did you -

“Enough,” he said, pushing himself off of the door frame as he crossed over to you. “Who was that?”

“Bucky, don’t, it’s really fine. I just got a little worked up.”

“Y/n,” he started, looking at you with concern. “Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

“You don’t get upset like that at no one,” he took your hands in his. “Y/n, you're shaking.”

It was then that you realized your hands were still shaking, trying to keep the anxiety of what happened at bay.

It’s going to be so much worse now.

I can never talk to them again.

Is that a good thing? Didn’t I want that?

Bucky could sense you getting lost in your head. “Sweetheart, tell me what happened, please. I want to help you.”

You pulled your hands away from his and crossed your arms. “You can’t help me because there’s nothing wrong, okay? I handled it, it’s over. Done. nothing to worry about.”

“Y/n -”

“No really, there’s nothing you can do, okay?”

“Will you at least let me try?”

You looked at him, adrenaline starting to drain from your system. This was Bucky, your Bucky, who had never done anything but love and support you. He had never done anything to hurt you.

But what if he left you too?

You took in a sharp breath and curled in on yourself, a scared look on your face. Bucky crossed back over to you, seeing a scared look on your face.

“Hey, hey, y/n? Can you look at me?”

You brought your eyes up to meet his, feeling your chest constricting as you tried to keep your breathing even. It wasn’t working.

“I - I’m sorry, you shouldn’t… I’m fine really I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” he pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go sit down, okay?’

He led you over to your bed and you leaned forward, hands on your knees and head in your hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, this - I’m sorry, it’s so stupid, I’m so stupid.”

Bucky rubbed a hand up and down your back, hushing you. “It’s not stupid. If it’s bothering you, it’s not stupid.” Bucky took a small breath. “Do you remember all of those times after nightmares and all those panic attacks you would walk me through? How I thought I was being stupid?”

“You weren’t being stupid”

“And neither are you.”

You took some more shaky breaths as tears kept falling down your face. “You’re okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

Bucky let you calm down, knowing you would talk about it if you wanted to. He wanted you to talk about it so he could help you (and hurt whoever upset you) but he wouldn’t force you into telling him anything you didn’t want to.

The two of you sat in the silence, Bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you kept your face hidden.

“I haven’t told you a goddamn thing about me. You ever wonder why?”

You looked over at Bucky, eyebrows creased with slight confusion.

“They said blood was supposed to be thicker than water. That family comes first, right? I spent my whole life listening to them and following them and being the perfect kid. I made myself into everything they wanted me to be. And it still wasn’t enough for them.”

Bucky tilted his head slightly. He hadn’t known his parents much before they died but he had always wanted to have more time. But he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that not everyone had good parents.

“You know, I remember thinking that once I made it they would be happy. That if I worked hard enough or went onto do great things that they would be proud of me. That’s all I ever wanted, you know?” you said, voice wavering as you let out a bitter laugh. “But it’s not, you know? Never is, never was, never will be. All they do is take and take and no matter how good I am they’re always gonna hate me because I can’t be perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, y/n.”

“Well that’s what they want me to be. I know I can’t be perfect so I know they’ll never be happy. That they’ll call me ungrateful and selfish for succeeding and for leaving them when they never wanted me to be there to begin with.” You felt tears spill over as you wiped them away. “And I’m ust so fucking done with being a disappointment to them and to everyone else.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I don’t know,” you said softly, not really wanting to be more vulnerable.

Bucky, sensing this was a time he could push you, challenged you. “I think you do.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want anyone to see me the way they did. I thought what they said wasn’t true but...I just thought that maybe I was overreacting. Other people have it worse you know - some people have no parents or some have it so much worse. Mine just yell at me you know? Tell me everything’s my fault and that they wish they’d never had me. That I’m ungrateful for not being with them and that I owe them. I just...I heard that for the first 18 years of my life. I didn’t need any more of it.”

“y/n, that’s…” he swallowed, trying to contain his anger. “That’s not normal. No one should have to go through that. You can’t possibly think you're a bad person.”

Your shrug was enough to tell him that you did.

“Y/n, I don’t know who your parents think they are but you don’t owe them a damn thing. You may be related to them but you have no obligation to love your parents if they treat you like that. You have every right to be angry or to hate them. It doesn’t make you a bad person to be angry with someone who hurt you.”

“But they’re my family.”

“Well they didn’t treat you like it. You have us now, you don’t need them anymore. We’re your family. And we’re not gonna leave you.”

“They didn’t leave me Bucky, I left them.”

“You can’t leave someone who was never there for you.”

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imagineryupfuckedworld · 4 years ago

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Are you okay?

Fandom: Solo Leveling Genderneutral Reader Pairing: Sung Jin Woo x Reader TW: Uhm mention of blood, depression, abandonment Part 1? Idk

You always knew he was something special. Even though it needed time to come through. It needed time to become, what he is now. Like a Diamond who once was coal, he now shines brighter than anyone. Maybe “shine” is the wrong word, but regardless, everyone now knows it. Everyone can finally see it. The way you always saw him. Sung Jin Woo finally broke through the shell that was around him. You never knew why he changed. What happened, except what was heard from others. After his major change Jin Woo begun to keep his distance. Maybe it was unintentional, maybe not. But he keeps drifting apart from you. Week to Week, day to day, hour to hour. No more daily calls till one fell asleep. No more patching him up and scolding him lightly because you were so worried about him. No more Bubbleteas and weekly get together. No more need to help him pay for the hospital bills and rent. No more anything. Jin Woo now reached a World, were you can’t be a part of it anymore. You aren’t a Hunter. So you can’t even support him in that matter. Helping him to pay off the bills was one of the only things you could do to support him but even now that isn’t needed anymore. Not to mention being emotional support when he needed it. He doesn’t need you anymore. Or so you feel. He doesn’t call anymore. He doesn’t tell you about the dungeons, how his family is. He doesn’t reminisce about old days with you anymore. Not even a text that he is okay, alive, unharmed. Nothing. No updates, only what you can see online from his new friends and his sister. Seemingly forgetting about you. You are happy for him. That people finally realize what a good person Jin Woo is. That he gets what he deserves for having such a difficult life. But it hurt that you don’t seem to be a part of it anymore. Even after he was...is such a major part of your life. Is it because you are weak? Ugly? Annoying? You don’t know because he never told you. He doesn’t tell you anything anymore...and you begun to keep silent about your life. At the beginning, you still updated him about your life, trying to keep small talk and texting about random things like you always do. Sending him memes and videos. But it slowly faded after his replies got shorter and shorter and shorter, then left in read and in the end, you weren’t even worthy enough to be left on read. It all came to a halt. No texts, no calls, no meetings. You even begun to avoid everything that has to do with him. Things that would remind you of him. All the pictures, gifts, everything physically was but into a box and placed somewhere, where you wouldn’t see it. You can’t. It just hurt to be reminded of how worthless you got. Your daily life changed and you tried to forget him, even to replace him but it was difficult. Somehow you managed to get your act together. When you have to socialize it is. At home, alone, it was a different story. It broke you how easily you were tossed away. As happy as you are for him, it hurt as much. You tried to talk to him so often, but he always found a way to avoid you. The more often you tried, the easier he slipped away. This was till you two had no choice but to interact. When the Dungeonmonsters came out of the Gates, all hell broke lose. It was terrifying seeing the things that Hunters are supposed to hunt, for yourself. They were monstrous, tall, bloody, horrendous and dangerous. Nobody expected that such things would come out, even though everybody feared it after the JeJu-Island-Raid. At that time, you were near the Gate. Shopping for Groceries. You were almost squashed to death from a big foot that stepped right in front of you. Your throat tightening. Gulping down a scream you fell on your behind. The groceries were now splattered everywhere. You saw dead bodies between the big toes of the Monster, seemingly the Hunters who wanted to clear the Gate. Wasn’t it a small D-Rank-Gate? Why are these monsters here? You did not had the time to think about it as the Monster seemed to notice you. It bend downward, his arm reaching out to you. You tried to scramble away. To get up and run inside in hope you would be safer there but you toppled over and over. Tears begun to well up into your eyes. Hiccups bubbling in your throat and your heart clenched. Your breath irregular. You don’t want to die. Yes, you go through so much pain right now and life is shitty but you don’t want to die. Help! Was your only thought. Someone, please help me! Anybody! any “anybody” came to rescue you. The second he took you in his arms you knew, who it was. The smell was what gave him out. The smell of Ebony that never left him. He shielded your eyes, so you wouldn’t see the blood he spilled or anything else, that would be to gruesome for you, knowing how sensitive you are. You can’t even watch a horrormovie properly without hiding your face in his shoulder. “Are you okay?” hearing his voice after so long made you tear up. The question he gave you, these simple words, stirred something up inside of you. It wasn’t pain or sadness that you felt all the time. No, it was anger. Anger at him for that it was of all the people him that rescued you. That he asked this question, after all the time. Asking, because of the monsters and not, because of all the other things or because he really want to know. You pushed him roughly away. Your head turned away so you wouldn’t see him. Not wanting to spare him any glance. “Thanks...” You tried to rescue what you could from your groceries, not waiting for anything he could say. You just want to go before you say something that you could regret. But what is it, that you would regret? Saying how you feel? How Jin Woo made you feel? How he threw you away? Or is it, that you would regret saying all these things knowing, it could hurt him like it has hurt you? “I asked if you’re okay?” The grip around the now ripped plastic-bag tightened. Your lips formed a thin line. Why can’t he just go and leave you alone like he already did? He is stirring up emotions, you never wanted to feel regarding him. “Why do you care?” It was a simple question. But filled with so much emotion and at the same time none. He looked taken aback. His eyes widened a bit when you looked him dead in the eyes. You gaze as dead and hollow as you feel at night. He opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to that. “I mean, you didn’t cared since a long time ago about me, no? Ignoring me, avoiding me, replacing and throwing me away. And now? Now you come here, rescuing me for what I am thankful, but asking me if I am okay? No. I am not. A monster almost killed me. In fact I am scared to death and at the verge of crying,” your voice begun to break a little, hiccups threatening to come out “But it is also a fact, that this isn’t the worst of all the things.” instead of hiccups, a bitterly laugh came out. “No, worse is, that it is you who rescued me. The Person who I did not wanted to see. So, no, I am not okay but it doesn’t concern you anymore, so goodbye.” Leaving your groceries behind you ran. As fast as you could. Never stopping or looking back. Not before you got home. You ran so much and so fast, you almost doubled over and puked on the floor. Your entire body was shaking, you sweat. You feel hot and cold at the same time. Your mind was racing faster, than you just ran. Everything just bubbled up and came out. It was too much to hold in it, so you screamed and trashed. Screamed our lungs out till they gave in and your throat begun to hurt and burn. You knocked everything over, throwing and kicking things. Hammering your fist against the walls till they bleed. You don’t know how long you did that but you stopped when you felt his arm around you. Again. The smell was intoxicating. A cloud of his smell formed around you. “I’m so sorry...” it was then and there, that you begun to cry. You pounded against his chest. Cried. Screamed at him. Merciless at how much he hurt you. How you hated him. How you never want to see him again. Asking him why he did that. Insulting him till no end. While you did all that. he just silently embraced you. Taking everything in you said. Never saying something against it or making excuses. Only these three words came out of him. Over and over and over.

#solo leveling #i alone level up #sung jin woo #sung jin woo x reader #x reader #scenario #Solo leveling Scenario

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cookiesnt · 4 years ago

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Rantaro, Nagito and Kazuichi saving their little sister from being killed!

...I’m gonna end up writing this for everyone I write for, aren’t I?

Welp, I’m not complaining! They may take awhile, but they’re fun!

Rantaro:

Usually, he was with you 24/7.

“We can’t trust everyone here, Y/n. I can’t lose you too.”

Today, however, he said he needed to check something and left you alone.

“Stay here. Only run if you’re in danger.”

With that, he left you in one of the classrooms.

“I’m bored,” you whined, fiddling with a pencil.

He was taking awhile and you were starting to worry.

You heard the door open.

“Ranta- Oh, hi Tenko...”

Disappointed, you went back to fiddling.

“Y/n, why do you care so much for that degenerate?”

You sighed, tired of this argument with her.

“He’s my brother, Tenko.”

She hated that answer.

“You don’t owe him anything!”

“Please just go. I have to stay and wait for him to get back.”

She sighed, frowning.

“I was hoping someone else was here... but you’ll have to do, I guess...”

“What are you talking- urk!”

She grabbed your throat and pinned you to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Y/n... The world needs me.”

You began to kick and cry, but Tenko was strong.

Somehow, you kicked her in the knee.

“Ah!”

She loosened her grip and you ran out of the room as fast as you could.

“HELP! SOMEBODY! RANTARO!”

Teko was chasing you. The school was big and you were in a weird spot, so there weren’t many other people nearby.

You were about to run down the stairs when you suddenly tripped and fell down the whole flight.

You landed on the ground crying in pain.

Tenko caught up and pinned you down again.

“I’ll make it quick, okay?!”

You shook your head, terrified.

Just as she was about to snap your neck, you heard a voice...

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”

Tenko got off of you just as Rantaro pulled you close.

He glared at her, furious.

“Leave. Now.”

Tenko ran off to who knows where and Rantaro took a look at your injuries.

“Oh my god... You fell so hard, baby...”

He gently picked you up, holding you bridal style.

“Let’s go get you patched up, okay?”

“O-Okay...”

You nuzzled into his chest, crying quietly.

“It’s okay now, little one... Big brother’s here...”

Nagito:

The 1st class trial shook you to your core.

You had never seen your big brother like that.

You chose to stay away from him for a bit to get yourself together.

So, you grabbed some snacks and has a picnic on the beach.

It was peaceful. You loved going to the beach when you were little.

Nagito was the one who taught you to swim. You were only three.

You smiled softly, listening to the waves.

However, your spell was broken when someone kicked sand at you.

You sighed and looked over.

“Ugh... Hiyoko, what was that for?!”

She had been bullying you since your first met.

She wasn’t as mean to you as she was to Mikan, but you were her target when she couldn’t find her.

“Duh! It’s cuz you and your dumb brother smell like pig barf!”

You sighed and stood up, gathering your garbage.

“I’m going to my cottage...”

You threw your garbage in the trash and started walking as Hiyoko followed you, mocking you.

You were a lot more sensitive than your brother, you it was starting to get to you.

“Please stop...”

She snickered and grabbed your wrist.

Hiyoko was small, but you were slightly smaller.

That’s one of the issues that came with being the youngest in the group.

“P-Please let me go...”

She laughed quietly.

“You know what is good about you Y/n?”

“W-What?”

She reached into her pocket.

“You’re smaller than me... So I’m able to get rid of you easily!”

“W-What does t-that-”

You finally saw what she pulled out of her pocket.

It was a knife.

“H-Huh?!”

She smirked evilly.

“Just take a big breath and it will all be- hurgh!”

One advantage to having a very overprotective big brother is that he insisted you take self defense classes.

You managed to get out of her grip and run.

“GET BACK HERE!”

She was fast.

Very fast.

You were running with every ounce of strength you had, crying.

“N-NAGITO! HELP ME! NAGITO!”

You didn’t know where he was. That was the worst part.

You couldn’t run to your big brother for protection.

You kept running. Tears were blurring your vision and all you heard was-

“Y/n?”

“NAGITO!”

You ran towards his voice and threw your arms around him, shaking.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

You clung to his jacket with shaking fists.

“H-Hiyoko... K-Knife... T-Tried to-”

“I see... Well, come with me.” “O-Okay...”

He picked you up and held you against his chest, carrying you to his cottage.

Once there, he sat on his bed and cradled you like a baby.

“Everything’s alright now, my hope... Everything is alright...”

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

Maybe your big brother wasn’t such a freak after all...

Kazuichi:

You were playing in the beach house.

There were some playing cards there, and Kazuichi taught you how to play solitaire when you were younger for days when he was too busy to play with you.

Right now, he was talking with some of the big kids to try and figure out a way to escape.

The killing game was scary, and you saw Byakuya’s body...

You shook your head and went back to playing your game.

Just as you finished and started shuffling the cards to play again, you heard the door open.

You looked and saw Sonia walk in.

“Hi Sonia!”

“Hello there, Y/n!”

You usually didn’t see Sonia, since she avoided Kazuichi.

She sat at the table across from you.

“Solitaire, I see...”

“Yup! Kaz taught me!”

She seemed surprised.

“I see... You two must be very close.”

“You betcha! Kaz is my best friend! He always protects me and plays with me!”

She smiled again, watching as you got ready to play another game.

“Y/n, I need to ask a favor of you...”

“What is it? I wanna help!”

She stood up and reached into her pocket.

“Y/n, as you know, I have a kingdom... And I cannot die here, as I am the only heir of Novoselic...”

You started to get nervous as she reached into her pocket...

...and pulled out an ice pick.

“W...What’s that?”

“It’s called an ice pick... Do you remember how Byakuya died?”

Your eyes widened in fear.

“I-I don’t wanna... I-I want Kaz!”

She laughed quietly.

“That’s another reason to get rid of you... Revenge for him harassing me!”

Terrified, you backed against the wall.

“S-Sonia p-please don’t! I-I’ll tell him to s-stop! We can all w-work together! No one else has to d-die!”

She shook her head no.

“I need to live... I NEED TO ESCAPE!”

She raised her weapon and you screamed-

-and then she was on the ground.

“H-Huh?!”

You looked up and saw Kazuichi with a clenched fist. He was shaking, too.

“K-Kazuichi! This isn’t what it looks like!”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you close.

“Leave.”

You had never seen your brother so angry.

Sonia was shocked.

“How dare you-”

“I SAID LEAVE!”

She growled and stormed out of the beach house.

Once she was gone, Kazuichi knelt down.

“Are you okay?! Did you get hurt?! I-I’ll go find- Y/n?”

You started to cry.

“H-Hey! Uhh... I-It’s okay! You’re safe now.”

He pulled you close and kissed your head.

“Let’s go find some help, alright?”

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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In These Walls

Colson finally writes a song about you, years after your whirlwind relationship. You come to his house to confront him, only to relive your favorite memories.

Request: “Hi, i was wondering if you could possibly write something about the background for "in these walls" song. Like it's a wrong time right person situation. Maybe like they split up and get together multiple times knowing that it's true love. And in the end after hearing the song reader leaves him for good and wishes him to be happy? But you could change any part of it, it just would be really nice to have a back story for this song.”

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Adult content (It’s not full blown smut but it’s there), substance abuse, cursing, angst

A/N: I changed this request just a little bit, I hope you don’t mind. It’s the same concept it just ends a little differently. I had to take a little artistic liberty with the lyrics since some (a lot) of them were pretty ambiguous, but this is just my interpretation of the song.

A/N part 2: I really fucking loved writing this. I absolutely love this song and literally wrote like multiple plots for this. Also I was gonna keep it as the original ending but I had to do what I did (you’ll see what I mean)

Word Count: 4897

Listen to the In These Walls

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You parked your car on the side of the street, taking in the all too familiar house in front of you. As you walked up to the door, you could already hear the party in full swing. For a second your heart fell, just a little. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed his parties.

Your hand grasps the handle to the front door, opening into the once familiar entryway hall, where the two of you had first met.

You walked up to the door with Ashleigh, trailing slightly behind her. “Don’t worry Y/N, they’ll love you. They have to.”

You chuckled, “You know me, Ash. These kinds of parties just aren’t my thing. I’m much better at working with rock stars than partying with them.”

Ashleigh rolled her eyes, opening the door. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

You walked into the house, eyes wandering over the high ceilings and pristine decorations. You were slightly surprised that someone as infamous as Machine Gun Kelly had a place as clean as this.

“Kells! Slim!” Ashleigh called to two men, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your eyes landed to where her attention was focused, meeting the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen. He walked over to you and Ashleigh, his friend following behind.

“Hey Ashleigh, this must be the new assistant you’ve been talking about.” The blue-eyed boy greeted your friend and boss, his eyes still focused on you. “I’m Kells, but you can call me MGK, Colson, whatever you like.”

You smiled, maintaining eye contact, “Nice to meet you Colson, I’m Y/N”

Your eyes traveled the house, just as they had that first day, landing on one of the jackets hung up by the door. You chuckled to yourself. Two and a half years later and he still had the same leather jacket that he had once so carelessly thrown on the floor of your hotel room.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Your head rolled back, giving Colson better access to your neck. Your hands made their way to his hair, running your fingers through his locks.

Colson’s teeth nipped at your neck, ripping a small whine from your lips. Colson smiled against your skin, mumbling, “Why shouldn’t we?” His hands reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head, and returning his lips to your exposed skin.

You suppressed your moans as best as you could as he moved lower, his lips sucking at your nipples. “I mean, technically you’re my boss.” Your hands pulled on his hair as he nibbled on the sensitive bud. “And if Ash found out she’d fire me on the spot.”

His mouth moved lower, pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach. “Then we just don’t let her find out.” He smirked, unbuttoning your jeans, and pulling them down your legs, smiling at your lacy light pink panties.

Your eyes dropped to the floor as you recalled that night, the night everything changed. The night you had fallen head over heels in love with the man in the leather jacket.

You laughed at the memory. Hindsight really is 20/20.

You stepped further into the house, nostalgia hitting you at every corner. As the extent of the party came into your vision, you spotted Dre in the middle of the floor, dancing with a bottle of Jameson in his hand, no care in the world.

The party on the tour bus was in full swing when you and Ashleigh finally got on. Dre and Irv were in the middle of the floor, dancing and jumping with a group of girls around them. Rook and Slim were in the middle of a drinking competition, with Baze judging.

You looked around the room as inconspicuously as possible, searching for the man whose arms you had woken up in that morning. Your eyes met his as Ashleigh handed you a cup with who knows what in it, but you were too distracted to thank her.

Colson was sitting on one of the couches, a girl on his lap and a drink in his hand. His free hand was wrapped around her waist as she whispered something in his ear, pressing a kiss to his neck. His eyes, however, were trained on you.

Against your better judgement, you downed whatever was in the cup, feeling the burn of the alcohol in your throat. You met Colson’s eyes again, a smirk on his face.

You walked over to Ashleigh, grabbing another drink. “What’s gotten into you?” She laughed. “You never drink.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding the real reason you were eager to get drunk. “It’s our night off, right?” You laughed, raising your cup before drinking it.

You stayed on the outskirts of the crowd, trying to find the blue-eyed boy that you came to see. Your heart was racing as you leaned against the wall, suddenly anxious about what you were here to do.

As you searched the crowd, you saw Rook sandwiched between two girls in typical Rook fashion.

“Hey Kells, have you noticed something going on with Y/N?” The shorter boy got his friend alone, concern in his eyes.

Colson shrugged, unbothered. “Not really, why?”

“I dunno man, she used to never drink or smoke or any of that shit. Now I don’t think she’s been fully sober for like a week.”

Colson knew what was going on, but he couldn’t exactly tell Rook about it, Rook liked you too much for that. “I haven’t noticed anything. Maybe she’s just getting more comfortable with us. She’s probably fine.” He fed his friend lies, hiding the fact that you were trying to impress him.

To your benefit, it was working. Colson found you much more attractive when you weren’t so strung up all the time, and he made sure to tell you that every night when you were under him.

Rook sighed, “I mean, maybe. She just never seemed like this type.”

You hadn’t been to a party like this in months. After everything that had happened, you’d been trying to get clean. You’d been officially sober for 15 months.

Realizing that Colson was probably outside or preoccupied with someone else, you made your way to the bathroom further in the house, the one no one really knew about or bothered to use.

You’d been rushing around for the last few hours making sure everything was ready to go and as soon as you thought you could relax, Colson disappeared.

You were about to get onto the tour bus when Slim told you. You sighed in frustration, realizing you would have to find the man before anyone could leave.

You made your way through the venue and towards the greenroom that the boys had trashed earlier that night. You walked across the room towards the dressing room door, seeing as Colson wasn’t in the room.

You had been in the dressing room with Colson dozens of times, you never felt the need to knock. No one did. So, you thought when you walked in, you’d find him changing or packing his things up. Instead, you found him in a much more… compromising position.

The girl was on the counter, head thrown back and eyes shut in pleasure. Colson’s head was buried in her neck as he slammed into her. When he heard the door open, his head shot up, your eyes connecting. In that moment, all of the feelings you had for him left your body.

“Everyone’s on the tour bus and waiting for you so we can leave. Join us whenever you’re ready.” Your voice and expression were emotionless.

“Y/N wait.” Colson called as you turned and walked out the door. “Fuck.” He grabbed his boxers, pulling them on and rushing after you. His hand grabbed your arm, stopping you and turning you towards him. “Y/N please, it’s not-“

“What it looks like? Funny.” You shook your arm from his grasp.

“Don’t get all mad about this.” Colson pleaded.

“Why shouldn’t I get mad about this Colson? We’ve been sleeping together every night for what, three weeks now? How many other girls have you had between then and now?” You kept your voice even, not showing how much you were hurting inside.

Colson rolled his eyes, “C’mon Y/N, you know that shit wasn’t serious.”

You bit your lip, nodding slowly. “Yeah, of course it wasn’t serious for you.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Do you have any idea what you do to people?” Your voice finally raised, “You make people feel so special for a little while, and then just when they think they have something real with you, you take it all away from them.”

Colson stood there, stunned. He wasn’t expecting you to be this upset. You continued, “And I knew when I met you that this would happen, I knew this was the kind of person you were. I guess I got so caught up in you I didn’t realize how stupid I was being.”

You studied Colson’s face, searching for any sign of a feeling in him. “This is ridiculous. I’m fucking ridiculous. I can’t believe I ever thought you and I would work out.” You let out a bitter laugh. “I told myself that even if it took forever, that me and you would be together, but I guess you didn’t feel the same way.”

The bathroom was clean, like most of the rest of the house. It was ironic, you would think that a band of boys would have a house that looked trashed, but these boys seemed to like the clean.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror, hands resting on the counter in front of you. You took a deep breath, calming your nerves. “You can do this, it’s just Colson.”

“You can do this, it’s just Colson.” You told yourself, looking at his contact in your phone. You’d run out of options at this point. You were desperate.

You clicked the call button, hearing the phone ring before the familiar voice picked up. “Y/N?”

“Hey Colson, it’s me. I-uh- I hate to do this but I really don’t have anyone else to call.” Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you collected your thoughts. “My roommates kicked me out and I don’t have anywhere to go. I know we didn’t end on the best note, but I’m desperate.”

“You can stay over here.” He didn’t question you, didn’t even hesitate.

“Thank you.” You sighed, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

You made your way back through the house, hoping Colson would have rejoined the party-his party- by now. On your way you stopped at the door that had become all too familiar for you. Your door.

You took a deep breath, reaching out and turning the handle, pushing the door open. He hadn’t changed anything in two years. The same orange comforter covered the mattress, the same decorations hung from the walls. The only thing he had changed was the lamp, which you two had broken during your time here.

“Any luck?” Colson asked, pushing the door open.

You sighed, pushing your laptop away from you. “No.” You frowned. “No one is looking for a roommate and no one is renting anything within my budget.”

Colson sat on your bed, a sympathetic expression on his face. “You can stay here as long as you need. But if you need help looking, I’m always willing to help.”

“Thanks Cols.”

Over the last week that you’d spent at his place, things seemed to get better between you two. The feelings you once harbored for him seemed to have disappeared, and now you were content with being friends.

“Of course.” He smiled, his hand reaching out and rubbing your thigh.

Ok, your feelings for him were gone, but even you had to admit he’s the best guy you’ve ever been with.

“If you need anything, I’m here.” His smile was very suggestive, as was the emphasis he put on “anything.”

You leaned towards him, face very close to his. “Anything?” You whispered seductively, a smile spreading on your face.

“Anything.”

All it took was his voice and the look in his eyes for you to connect your lips. His were so familiar to you yet seemed like a distant memory.

He moved your laptop off the bed, climbing over you, his knees on either side of you. Your bodies moved in perfect sync with each other, both needing the other’s.

And that was the start of the best 6 months of your life.

You leave the room, a shiver running up your spine at all the memories Colson and you made in there with the lights off. You start making your way to the kitchen, deciding to move around the crowd and sneak through the hallway, passing the open garage door, where more partygoers were dancing around Colson’s purple Aston Martin.

The breeze flew through your hair as you flew down the street, a joint in your hand.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” You looked over at Colson, a smile on his face.

“Nope. It’s a surprise.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a hit and blowing the smoke in his face. “A surprise at 2 in the morning?”

He chuckled, glancing over at you. “I’m sorry, is there something you’d rather be doing?”

“I can think of a few things.”

“Well maybe we can try some of your ideas when we get there.” He smirked and you laughed reaching your hand out the window.

Your plan didn’t work as well as you thought, as the entryway to the kitchen was just as crowded as the one closest to the living room. You squeezed your way through, trying to find someone you knew who could tell you where to find Colson.

The club was dark and smoky. You had been drinking with Colson for about an hour when you made your way to the dance floor, stumbling over your shoes and shooting Colson a smile. You had asked him to dance with you, but he insisted he was fine watching you.

You used to hate the feeling of so many people so close to you, but since touring with Colson you’d grown accustomed to it. You didn’t like the feeling of foreign hands around your waist, however.

You knew they weren’t Colson’s, his hands were gentle, these were rough, gripping your hips too tight. You reached down, trying to push them off of you, turning around to face the stranger.

“Hi beautiful.” The guy was a few years older than you and he smelled overwhelmingly of alcohol.

“I’m not interested.” You smiled kindly, stumbling away from him. His hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to him. With the high alcohol content in your blood, you couldn’t muster up the strength to push him off.

“You’re just gonna walk away from a man like that? I said hi beautiful.” The man’s grip was harsh, and you winced as it tightened.

“And she said she wasn’t interested.” Your chest lightened when you heard Colson’s voice.

The man looked up at Colson, realization hitting him. He let you go, raising his hands up in surrender. “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girl. Maybe if she wouldn’t dance like such a slut, I wouldn’t have thought she was single.”

Colson took a step towards the stranger, pushing you behind him. “Excuse me?” He questioned, head tilting.

“Your bitch was the one dancing like sh-“ He was cut off by Colson’s fist connecting with his jaw, sending him to the floor.

“Colson!” You squealed, stepping backwards.

“Don’t ever talk about her like that, or any other girl for that matter. Motherfucker.” Colson moved away from the man, turning to you, and taking you in his arms.

“You didn’t need to do that.” You said softly, wrapping your arms around him.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I know, I just couldn’t stand to hear him talk about you like that. Needed to teach him a lesson.” You nodded into his chest before backing away and taking his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here.” You led him out of the club before security had the chance to throw him out.

As you made your way through the crowd you caught a short glimpse of a familiar red jacket.

“Cols?” You questioned, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror, his red jacket wrapped around your naked body. The man you’d been sleeping with for the past 5 months hummed in response, glancing over at you with a smirk on his face. “Why haven’t you ever written a song about me?”

You thought it was an innocent question. Even though you wouldn’t consider what you were doing a “relationship,” you two had been through enough shit together to warrant a song about it.

“Do you want me to write a song about you?” He questioned, his eyebrow raising.

You shrugged, looking away from the mirror and walking towards his place on the bed. “I just figured; you’ve written so many songs. None of them have been about me.”

He smiled, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. “I can work on something.” He bit his lip, taking in the view of you on top of him.

You pushed through the crowd, trying to find the jacket again. After pushing through too many drunk rappers than you should ever have to, you saw him. He looked different from the last time you saw him, but he was still Colson.

“Babe,” Colson’s head was propped up by his elbow on the bed so he could face you. You looked over at him, your face still glowing from your last high. Colson took you in, the way your hair fell on the pillow, the way your makeup was slightly smudged, the way the light hit you just right, making you look like an angel.

“I love you.”

You froze at those three words, your breath catching in your throat. You were racking your brain, trying to figure out when you guys went from friends with benefits to this and you couldn’t find one. You thought you were just having fun; you didn’t realize how serious things had gotten for him.

“Don’t say that, Colson.” You whispered, your mind traveling back to the night in the greenroom, when you swore you’d never let yourself be so vulnerable in front of him again.

“What?” His face scrunched in confusion as you sat up, bringing the sheet up to cover your chest. “I mean it.”

“Well then don’t mean it.” You said, climbing out of the bed and pulling your red panties up your legs, throwing your shirt on.

Colson sat up, watching you with sad eyes. “What are you doing?”

You sighed, turning to face him. “I’m sorry, Colson. I thou- I thought we were just having fun. I didn’t realize you felt.” You paused, taking a deep breath, and choosing your words. “I didn’t know you felt like this.”

His face turned to hurt, almost anger. “What the fuck do you think we’ve been doing for the last six months, Y/N?’

You bit your cheek, trying to keep a clear head. “I’m sorry Cols, I didn’t mean to lead you on I just didn’t realize what we were doing was that serious.”

“Are you serious Y/N? You think I just let all the girls I’m hooking up with stay at my house for six months? Do you think I go on drives to the middle of nowhere at 2 am for just anyone?”

“I don’t know,” You were trying to suppress the tears that were pricking your eyes as you realized that all the signs had been in front of you, and you had ignored every one of them. You had led him on worse than you’d ever thought possible. “I’m sorry, Colson, really. I don’t-“ Your head was spinning, and you couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less a coherent sentence.

Colson had brought his hands up to his face, palms pressed against his temples. “God I’m so fucking stupid.” He mumbled to himself. “You know I didn’t sleep with anyone else after what happened in the greenroom? I couldn’t think about anyone but you. Y/N I would give up everyone- hell, I did give up everyone- for you. No one matters to me but you.”

It was like he was pleading with you at this point, begging you to love him back. The breaks in his voice and his sniffles told you he was crying, but you couldn’t feel anything. The world around you had gone numb, and it was all you could do to grab the rest of your clothes and walk out of the room.

“I have to go.” You whispered, wiping your tears, and looking at him one more time.

The last time you had seen the man in front of you, he was absolutely shattered. Now, looking at him, he seemed happy. You admired him as he laughed at something someone said, taking in the shape of his jawline that once was home to a number of your hickeys.

As if he could feel you looking at him, he turned his head, his eyes connecting with yours immediately.

It wasn’t until months later that you sorted out your thoughts. For a while you had pushed down all the memories and feelings you had about the situation, but after 3 months passed you realized how unhealthy it was.

You were spiraling, your memories being replaced with alcohol and drugs. It wasn’t until you were lying on the floor of your tiny apartment and wondering where you were that you realized just how bad you’d gotten.

You checked yourself into rehab a week later, getting help for your addictions and your mangled thoughts. You were finally able to understand your emotions and why you left.

It was two months later that you realized you had loved him too.

Colson’s happy demeaner sunk completely when he saw you, the gleam in his eyes disappearing.

“C’mon man, you can’t stay in there forever.” Slim knocked on the door, jiggling the locked handle.

Colson sat on the floor in your bedroom, a match in one hand and a cigar hanging from his lips. His eyes were red and puffy, his throat raw.

The first 2 months without you were the worst. He hadn’t realized he could feel so strongly about someone, and as soon as he came to terms with his feelings you left him. He finally started to pick himself up, but he could never let you go.

He tried to move on, he really did, but no one made him feel like you. And the way things ended between you didn’t leave any room for resolution.

He lit the match, lighting the cigar in his mouth. He inhaled the smoke, letting the flame burn itself out in his hand until he was left in the darkness.

You nodded your head towards the front door, asking him to meet you outside without words. He nodded, putting on a fake smile to say goodbye to the people he’d been talking to.

It was dark outside, so you stood under the streetlight outside his house. You dug your hands into your jacket pockets, biting your lip. Images of him flashed through your head as you waited for him. When he finally came out of the door, you sent him a small, sad smile.

“Hey.” You tried your best to not be awkward, but there wasn’t much you could do.

“Hey.” His eyes raked over you, taking in the changes two years had made on you. You had done the same thing, so you couldn’t complain.

“I heard your song.” Your voice was softer than you wanted it to be. You wanted to be strong but standing in front of him brought back all of the feelings you’d been trying to overcome. He nodded, looking down. “It’s really good.”

“Thanks.” His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, and you couldn’t blame him.

“Listen Colson,” You took a breath, “I’m not here to try and get you back or anything. I just couldn’t stand to have all that shit out in the world and not resolve it.”

He nodded again, still looking at the floor. “Yeah, yeah I get that.”

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered. “I missed you as soon as I left.” You were hoping for any sign of acknowledgement from him, but you got nothing from him. “I got pretty bad after I left. I started doing all this shit to try and forget about all the shit I put you through, and I had to go to rehab. I got clean, I got help with all of it. And I realized you deserve so much better than me.” You felt tears forming in your eyes.

“That’s why I never.” You had to pause, leveling your voice. “That’s why I never came back.”

He bit his cheek, finally looking up to you. “And I know that not everything was my fault. We both made mistakes but after hearing your song I couldn’t just not tell you that.”

“I, uh, I shouldn’t have released that song. I didn’t mean to hurt you with it or anything.” You shook your head.

“You didn’t hurt me. I mean, it sucked to have that be the song you wrote about me, but it was honest. I think I would’ve been more hurt if you wrote me something dishonest.”

He smiled softly at you, “I mean, it wasn’t completely honest. I definitely didn’t write about all the shit I put you through.” You let out a soft breath, almost like a laugh. “I was an asshole when we first met. You didn’t deserve that shit. You deserve someone who’s gonna treat you right and not try to change you into someone you’re not.”

You smiled at him, a real smile. You went to thank him when he spoke again, “And I just wanna say that I really did love you, and I still do. I think I always will, at least a part of me. But I know it’s never gonna work out, I’ve accepted that. With all our history, it’d just be too toxic. For both of us.”

You nodded, “I love you too. I didn’t realize it until so much later, but I loved you then and I love you now.” You let out a breath. “But I agree, like I said I just wanted to lay this part of my life to rest. Finish it once and for all.”

Colson nodded. “Goodbye Y/N.”

You leaned off the streetlamp, “Goodbye Colson. I hope you find happiness; you deserve it.”

Watching you walk away for the third time, knowing it would be the last time, just didn’t feel right. The battle between his head and his heart was intense, but he knew if he didn’t chase after you now, like he should have all those times before, he would never get another chance.

“Y/N, wait!” He jogged to meet you at your car, grabbing your waist as you turned to face him. Without thinking, he pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t hungry, or needy, or angry. It was sweet, and passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You didn’t realize just how familiar his lips would feel, even after 2 years. It felt like coming home. When he pulled away, you looked up at him through confused eyes.

He pressed his forehead against yours, hand still on your hip, the other reaching up to touch your cheek. “I’ve watched you walk away from me too many times to let you do it again.” You smiled softly, biting your lip out of nerves. “Honestly, I don’t think I’m ever gonna love anyone else but you, and I can’t lose you, not now that I’ve got the opportunity to get you back.”

You turn your head towards his hand, pressing a small kiss to his palm. Looking into his eyes you saw a different Colson than the boy you knew two years ago. He was still Colson, but he was older, more mature, and so were you. He wasn’t pleading with you, he wasn’t begging you to stay. He was asking if you would. And in that moment you realized just how much you wanted to.

You closed your eyes, taking in a breath. “I’ve never loved anyone else but you.” Your voice was a whisper, the words you said were only for you two to hear. You opened your eyes, staring into his as you continued. “And if you still want me, I’d really like to start over with you.”

Colson smiled, his forehead pressing against you as he nodded. You giggled, and he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ve always loved hearing you laugh.” He whispered. You pulled him closer to you, capturing his lips in yours and tangling your hands in his hair.

When you finally let him go, you reached up to wipe your lipstick off the corner of his lips, resting your hand on his face and trying to convince yourself this was real. “You wanna come inside?” He whispered, head leaning into your hand.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson baker angst #in these walls

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messofavs · 4 years ago

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Bleach anon returns baby! First ask of the day! Imagine being a human who was forced into Hueco Mundo due to your strange spiritual pressure. You so desperately want to go home,this place is no place for you to be. You’re so soft and sensitive,most would call you a crybaby. In other words,you were nothing but easy prey to the Arrancars. Thankfully you had a protector though,Ulquiorra Cifer. You were intrusted to him by Aizen,so he took care of you. You did your best to cling to him and stay by his side,however there were times you couldn’t. Like right now,Ulquiorra was busy on a mission for Aizen so you were wandering aimlessly. You were already crying from how awful the other Arrancars were treating you.

You flinch hard when you feel a sudden grip on your shoulder.

“Why are you flinching,trash?”

You hear a familiar,cold voice ask you harshly. It’s Ulquiorra. You turns around and hug him tightly,pressing your sobbing face against his cold chest where his heart should be. You softly place a hand a little above your head. As you settle your fingers down,you feel your thumb slip into his hollow hole. There’s a few quiet moments as you both tense up,only for Ulquiorra to make a low,emotionless moan. He grabs your wrist in a bruising grip.

“Trash,why are you being so vulgar?”

He spits out,despite his lack of expression you can tell there’s meant to be anger in his voice. You whimper and tear up more.

“M-Master Ulquiorra,I-I’m sorry!”

You whine, but his eyes stay looking blankly at you. He lets go of your hand and grabs your hips.

“You’re apologizing, but you’re making no effort to remove your hand from my hollow hole. You’re just crying like I’ve told you not to.”

You whimper then squeak as he picks you up. With no effort at all,he carries you to his room. The whole time he scolds you,degrading you and calling you trash repeatedly. It hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as the others. Ulquiorra looks down at you,still pressed so close to him.

“You’re in heat aren’t you? I’ve heard certain creatures go through it. It’d make your disobedience and vulgarity make sense.”

You sputter,unable to get the words out to him thst humans don’t go into heat. He simply takes your reaction as a yes and lays you down on his bed.

“Strip. I’m only helping this once. It’s inconvenient for me that you’re like this.”

He says bluntly. You quietly nod and slip your clothes off,not wanting to anger Ulquiorra. He watches you intently,giving a low hum to himself. You stare at him shyly as his hands slowly go to your body. He traces his fingertips against you lightly,the texture of your bare skin an unfamiliar feeling to him. You shutter a little,trying to look into his eyes that never stopped watching your face.

“Don’t be fearful,I’m helping you.”

The Espada says,his hands settling on your breasts. His chilly hands awkwardly knead the warm flesh in his grasp,digging his black nails into them for a second. You whimper at his actions,though this time in pleasure rather than distress. He stops only to start teasing your nipples,finally drawing pathetic moans from you. You close your eyes,unable to look at him anymore. You press your legs together,trying to hide how pitifully wet you’ve gotten for your master.

“Why are you expressing such shame? You’re not able to control when you go into heat.”

He tells you in an attempt to console and maybe help the mood, but his straightforward tone doesn’t help much. You try to explain that you don’t go into heat, but are quickly interrupted by him spreading your legs and grinding against you. You moan loudly and snap your eyes back open,staring at him in bewilderment. The feeling of his uniform fabric grinding against you did feel good though... Hell you could feel him even getting hard,a feeling he’s probably never had before.

“M-Master.”

You whine out to him,making him pause his movements. You sniffle and grab his pants,trying to pull them down. He lets you try for a few moments before taking them off for you. You couldn’t help staring a little in surprise. He’s huge for someone who looks as average as him. He’s completely nonchalant about it,going back to grinding it against you while playing with your breasts. You softly grab his hands though and attempt to push them down,trying to get him to at least prep you.

“Do you want my fingers in you?”

He asks bluntly,pulling away a little only so he can slip a finger in you. You gasp and shutter in surprise at his lack of a warning. He moves his finger slowly before adding a second one in you. You moan loudly and squirm a little,forcing him to grab one of your hips with his other hand so you stop. He keeps moving his fingers though,managing to find all your good spots with a few simple movements. He even adds a third one in after a bit,drawing a scream from your lips. You soon cum,head leaning back on his pillow and eyes rolling into your head as you moan. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly. You figure that he’s done with you now until you feel him shoving himself in roughly,barely giving your sensitive cunt time to complete adjust.

“I like these reactions from you.”

He says plainly before starting to moving his hips. You were thankful his pace was slow,though he was still slamming in rather harshly. And yet it made you clench. You wanted more of it. Despite how over sensitive you already were,you felt a new rush of need hit you as he kept going. You could feel tears rolling down your cheeks,being unable to keep them away while you senselessly begged your master for more. Ulquiorra paid no mind though,simply keeping the pace he has.

“Hm... This’ll be your new purpose,trash. You’re good at this.”

He tells you,his words both hurting you and exciting you at the same time. As much as you liked your old arrangement of being just the human by his side,a part of you couldn’t deny that the thought of being his play thing pleased you much more.

I missed you, I've been wondering when you'd be back! I wouldn't mind being Ulquiorra's plaything 🤤

#bleach #bleach imagines #bleach smut #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiorra x reader #ulquiorra shiffer #cifer? shiffer? idk #smut #lemon

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kalinawtokilig · 4 years ago

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S/O with a Charming/Sharp Tongue

Get ready I’m getting all mystic and biblical;

“There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing...” (Proverbs 12:18)

But we’re gonna use that to SWORD TO THRUST INTO PPL

Pair(s) : Hinata Shouyou x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader, Koganegawa Kanji x Reader, Haiba Lev x Reader

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Hinata Shouyou x Reader

((Clementine babes,, *cue puppy eyes*))

It wasn’t much of a surprise tbh

Okay it kinda was

It’s just,,, Hinata can match anyone’s wavelength, y’know??

This babe thinks you’re so frickin cool,,, throwing spats on someone who decides to make the first move to insult you,,, bruh you are literally throwing out clever insults that can make Tsukishima impressed

At first, he was intimidated by you, and was a bit biased, having heard you had the same mannerisms as Saltyshima

He still tried his best to befriend you,,

And it worked!

Being paired into a group project, he introduced himself as bubbly and kind as possible

and damn,, ya heart melted,,,

You became friends as you both bonded over which type of meat buns taste good after a study

and you being a sharp, s m o o t h, muthafuca, you said

“If we’re talking meat buns, how bout I take you on another study date? Pork buns, right, Hinata-kun?”

This boy had to process what you said and became a total pomegranate

“ : 0 “

“Alright, cutie, c’mon if you get this question right, maybe we can get outta here and get snacks :3c “

You’re gonna kill him

and i think we all know he’s okay with that

Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

((Omgahhh this babie,,, He is one of my fav first years in HQ,,, I do not pimp,,, I simp)))

You’re actually a second year whilst this bowl cut bahbie is a first year

When Shiratorizawa lost to Karasuno, it was a defeat that reigned with rumors of how the volleyball team isn’t as great as everyone thought they were

Goshiki was greatly affected by this

:((((

He feels he failed his Senpais and felt more of a disappointment rather than a failure

You being a tutor of his, you guys would occasionally converse about tips on self-care or he explains with the cutest expression when he talks proudly of perfecting a spike

he seemed normal, but you can obviously tell he was not okay

Tsutomi-bae was trying to hold his tears in while the students that accompanied the library talked about the defeat of Shiratorizawa

Having enough of this trash talk, you sternly declared each one of them, even seeing a few second-years from Shirabu’s class. Setting them straight and saying that if they can take on the freak duo that happened to attempt to take down not only Dateko, Seijoh, and Shiratorizawa, then they might as well try to come back to school, defeated as well

You say at least Tsutomu was able to play against them, playing proudly as the upcoming ace and knowing at least some of their tactics

Sitting down with a huff, you nonchalantly continue to tutor him

He sits there, starry eyes wide, mouth agape, and a pink flush on his face to the tips of his ears

Tilting your head, cutely, I daresay, you ask him if he’s alright

“Y-Yes! Thank you, (Y/N)-senpai!”

Humming, you smile slyly, “You are really such a cute kohai, Tsumtomu-chan.”

Congrats, you killed someone

Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((YESZ I SIMP SIMP FOR HER I AGREE YACHI SUPREMACY))

You were a second-year in Nishinoya’s class

You were actually good friends with the libero

as he was short tempered and ready to throw punches

you were ready to assertively borderline aggressive hurl insults on those who hurt your precious friends

unfortunately, while in a spat against other students, Nishinoya almost foaming at the mouth with Tanaka holding him back, you were snarkily talking the students down into their place

It was their defeat after Seijoh and it hit a sensitive topic to them

Yachi had been bringing paperwork to the teacher’s office and nearly BOLTED when she heard you talk with such confidence with provocation and underlying threat

when you were finished putting those maggots in their place, your pissed off glare landed on Yachi’s

Oh,,, she’s shaking,,, terrified,,,

Hurry to leave, she quickly turned around but rammed into the wall, packets falling to the ground

she scurriedly tries to pick them all up,, Babygirl almost shits herself when you tower over her

“P-Please don’t-”

You crouched down to her and she’s sweating bullets, seeing that your hand it outstretching until-

“I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to glare, you just so happen to be in my line of sight.” You apologized, helping up pick up the papers

Glancing up, you smile as kindly and less threatening as possible, “I didn’t mean to scare an angel like you, I really am sorry about that.”

Yachi tries not to combust at the compliment you’ve thrown at her

Getting up, she nods her head in thanks and you ask, “You’re Yachi, right? Noya says another student joined the club, Yachi, he told me. He was right,”

“About what?”

“Managers, specifically you, really do bless the eyes of a person like me.”

Stop killing ppl you sadist

Koganegawa Kanji x Reader

((I have a thing for blondes,,,, Not atsumu tho, I’ll peg the sh-))

this babie, can just be frustratingly cute

its not that he’s stupid, it’s cause he does more action than thinking

when he does think, it’s on the court and it’s in full hard drive

You usually get into petty spats with Futakuchi cause he’s being too hard on Kogane

“It’s not my fault you have such an obvious crush on him, (Y/N) <3”

“It’s not my fault that you have no one to worry about you the way I do for him Futakuchi-kun </3″

People often mistake why you would for,,, a bubble headed blone himbo like him

“Why do you go for people that are toxic and continue to go back to them when they obviously want your convenience :) ?”

Kogane literally needs to carry you to prevent further provocation

Lots of people don’t get WHY him

And you tell others to worry about their own bitter, single, loveless lives rather than your better and healthy relationship

You are salty and jab at them when they so much as talk negative about your boyfie

Kogane really appreciates you for stepping up for him, but he worries for how far you’d go for him

“...”

“...well?”

“Do you...need me to murder someone, baby?”

“NO”

“Oh, then you got your answer sweetcheeks ;D”

You, my friend, need to stop

Haiba Lev x Reader

((Silver-grey haired babes HIT DIFFERENT))

Being in manager of Nekoma is like,,, chaotic but in a way you NEED to prevent Kenma from strangling Kuroo for taking his Nintendoswitch and Yaku yeeting a ball at Lev’s tall ass

Until YOU wanted to yeet a ball at your boyfie’s tall ass

He finally was able to spike a ball.

but you caught it

with your face

and blood seeped outta your nose

Kuroo: This is my part no one els- Kenma: Shut up

Fiery anger.

Yaku is the one restraining you from going on an all out roast, covering your mouth and holding your shoulders

“Yes, yes, (Y/N), Lev is an idiot.”

“RAAWRFRREG”

“I agree, he can be a pain in the ass, but YOU’RE the one dating him”

“...”

“DONT FUCKIN LICK MY HAND YOU ASS”

Lev is so sorry. he is so sorry, so so-

“Lev, give me a towel..”

“Yes love.”

While Coach Nekomata calls a break, he chuckles at the young couple, that being you and Lev

Kenma cringes

As he cradles you with his larger figure, a hand resting on your head to lay on his shoulder

“You’ve improved on your spike, bae.”

“I did?!”

“Yeah, next time aim for Kuroo’s unnatural bedhead, maybe if you hit it, it’ll turn back to normal.”

“Oi, oi (Y/N), watch it. Rudolph.”

Lev freezes when your eyes smile with confidence, and he restrains you

“YOU WANNA CALL ME NAMES? BRING IT ON YOU TAPU KOKO LOOKIN’ MUTHAF-”

Kenma : “nice pokemon reference”

#hinata shouyo x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #yachi hitoka x reader #koganegawa kanji x reader #haiba lev x reader

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flowerfan2 · 3 years ago

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Let Me Whisper In Your Ear

Please enjoy this fluffy bit of ridiculousness, brought to you by that friend who when I said “gee, I doubt there’s a Ted/Trent tentacle fic yet” said they wanted to read it. 🐙. Title from the Beatles’ song “Do You Want To Know A Secret.”

Ted/Trent (aka Tent), 1800 words, M, A03

Ted is sitting on a bench near Richmond Bridge, nursing his cup of coffee. It’s a few weeks after the catastrophic Man City game, and he finally feels like the team is putting it behind them.

When he woke up this morning, Ted considered checking something off the long list of tourist activities he had assigned himself back when he first got to London. But in the end he decided that taking it easy was more to his liking.

It's a pretty spot, here by the Thames. There’s a good bakery nearby, tucked into a converted arch near the bridge, and the server didn’t seem to mind putting good old cow’s milk into his cup. He’s considering going back for another coffee, or maybe even a cupcake, when someone sits down next to him.

He looks over and breaks into a smile, pleased despite himself. “Well, if it isn’t Trent Crimm, of the Independent.”

Trent rolls his eyes. “I think at this point you can just call me Trent.”

“Now, where would the fun be in that?” Ted leans in and presses a quick kiss to Trent’s cheek, hardly more than a greeting between friends. Trent blushes ever so prettily, and it sends a rush of affection through his chest. “It’s nice to see you this fine morning.”

“As if I’d be anywhere else on your day off.”

Now it’s Ted’s turn to blush. This is new between them, and he’s not used to being someone’s priority, not like this, anyway. His schedule is demanding, but it turns out that a journalist of Trent’s caliber has quite a bit of flexibility schedule-wise, and who knows, maybe in other ways as well.

Ted focuses himself back on handsome fellow next to him. “This here’s a right nice place to sit,” he says. “And not too crowded. I’m glad you suggested it.”

Trent hums to himself and looks around. “Gets busier on the weekend. Still, you might want to be careful.” He gives Ted a knowing look. “It’s not exactly private.”

They sit in comfortable silence together for a little while, Trent drinking his tea and Ted finishing off his coffee. There’s music coming from somewhere, a busker playing a fiddle, and the breeze is soft and almost warm. Ted knows that he’s not ready for public displays of affection yet, he hasn’t even told Rebecca or Keeley about this, but he’s confident he’ll be ready soon.

There’s a shout behind them, and Ted turns to see a few kids kicking a ball around.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think they’ve seen you,” Trent says. “Your secret’s still safe.”

“What, that this football coach prefers coffee to tea? I don’t think that’s much of secret.”

Trent laughs, soft and low, and Ted wants to hear it again. “What do you say we go back to my place, see if we can get into some trouble of our own? Or yours, I’m easy.”

It works, as Trent chuckles in amusement, and they stand up. Ted wants to take Trent’s hand, but he stops himself in time, instead bumping their shoulders together.

They’re walking down the road, hands shoved in their pockets after depositing their coffee cups in the trash, when Trent’s posture shifts. “Ted. You’re not the only one with a secret.”

Ted glances at Trent. “I know. I get that you have to be careful too. But you haven’t been reporting on Richmond-”

“No, I don’t mean about us.”

Ted comes up blank. “Okay.”

They continue walking, and then Trent stops and turns to Ted. “Aren’t you going to ask me what it is? What my secret is?”

Ted catches Trent’s eyes. “Now, that’s the beautiful thing about a secret, isn’t it? You don’t have to share it. It’s not for public consumption.” He doesn’t know what’s troubling Trent, but Ted does know a thing or two about privacy, and wanting to keep certain things to himself. It’s not always a good idea, but then again it’s not always a bad idea, either.

“You are not exactly the public,” Trent says, mildly affronted.

“Fine, I appreciate that. And I’m mighty glad. But you still don’t have to tell me.”

*****

A few weeks go by, and Ted doesn’t dwell on what kind of secret Trent might be keeping. He trusts him, and he figures that whatever it is, Trent will tell him when he’s ready.

They’re on Trent’s couch, engaging in what Ted is chuffed to call snogging (he’s quite pleased at the way his British-isms are coming along, he’s even starting to think in British), and it’s getting rather hot and heavy. Ted is halfway in Trent’s lap, and Trent’s hands have wandered under Ted’s shirt, his palms stroking tantalizingly up and down Ted’s back.

Trent is making encouraging noises as Ted kisses the life out of him, and Ted wants to get his hands on Trent too. He shifts, tugging a little at the worn t-shirt Trent has on, his jacket long since tossed aside. Trent strips his shirt off, and before long they’re down to their respective underwear, Ted’s boring boxers and Trent’s delectably snug black briefs.

Trent gasps against Ted’s neck as they grind together, and then has the sense to drag Ted up and off the couch. “Bedroom?” he asks, and Ted nods, too worked up to even wonder why he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Trent’s bed is huge, and he sprawls across it, pulling Ted after him. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathes into Ted’s skin, and then proceeds to suck kisses down his neck. Ted leans his head back against the pillows, tangling his hands in Trent’s hair. This is the first time they’ve gone this far, and Ted has a feeling he isn’t going to last, so he wants to savor every part of it.

Trent finds his way down Ted’s chest, giving an experimental lick to a nipple, and Ted hisses in response. “Good?” Trent asks, his finger circling it now.

“Yes, yes, very good.”

Trent returns to his task, licking and sucking, and then gives the other one some attention. Ted is on fire, and he needs to have his mouth on Trent. He tugs him back up and they kiss, fiercer than ever before, their legs wrapping tight around each other as they find delicious friction.

Trent is cupping Ted’s head with one hand, the other gripping his waist, and Ted is doing much the same. He angles his hips, feeling Trent hard against him, and shifts, trying to press them together. Then he feels Trent push his boxers away and take him in hand, and he groans, sensation overtaking him and fireworks exploding behind his eyes.

Trent comes soon after him, letting out a low moan that might be the sexiest thing Ted has ever heard. They’re both panting as they come down, Trent stroking soothingly along Ted’s flank.

Ted tilts his head and kisses at Trent’s palm, loving the feeling of Trent’s hands along his face.

His hands, plural, along his face.

Ted runs his fingers along Trent’s arms, around his elbows and to his hands, and holds still. Yup, hands are all present and accounted for. So what, exactly, is rubbing soothing circles into his side?

“Trent?”

“Mmm?” Trent blinks at him, and Ted is momentarily sidetracked. Sex-sleepy Trent is adorable.

“A little while back, you told me you had something to tell me…”

A beat, and then Trent goes rigid. “Oh my god.” The soft caress on Ted’s hip disappears, and Trent’s eyes go wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe-”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Ted says, his hands on Trent’s shoulders. “It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay.”

“You can’t possibly mean that, you don’t know-”

“But you’re gonna tell me now, I imagine, and then it will be okay.” Ted is pointedly keeping his eyes focused on Trent’s face.

“This is not how I planned on telling you. I was - you distracted me - not that it’s your fault-”

“I guess we did get carried away, and I’m sorry ‘bout that.” Ted says. “I mean, I’m not altogether sorry about it, because it was amazing, truly amazing, but I’m sorry for whatever has upset you.”

Trent buries his face in Ted’s shoulder for a long moment, and then seems to come to a decision. “Right, then. Just please keep in mind that I’ve not had to share this with someone new for a long time, and while I am generally very good with words-”

“And humble, don’t forget humble.”

“I think it’s best if I just show you.” Trent lays close to Ted and takes a deep breath. One hand is on Ted’s cheek, and the other finds Ted’s hand and claps it between them. And then Ted feels it again, a gentle touch skimming its way across his hip, up his side, to his shoulder.

“I’m fairly certain that there are only two of us in this bed,” Ted says quickly, his nerves kicking in, “right?”

“Right,” Trent says, “No one else here. that’s just me.” He pulls back so that Ted can see. Ted is trying really hard to be respectful and understanding, he really is, but he thinks he lets out a squeak. “Is that, is that a…?”

“It’s a tentacle,” Trent says, haughty and tense. “I don’t know why I have it, it’s very rare, I’m not an alien, and it won’t bite.”

Ted draws in a deep breath and squeezes Trent’s hand. Whatever else is going on, this is still Trent here with him, exposed and vulnerable. “Well, that last one’s a shame, because given how helpful it was with our recent shenanigans, that particular ability might have been interesting.” Ted slides his hand through Trent’s hair and pulls him in for a kiss, ignoring the tentacle for the moment.

Trent chokes out a nervous laugh against Ted’s mouth and kisses him back, then almost giggles with relief. “You’re really okay with this?”

“Does it hurt? Is it, um, dangerous in any way?”

“No, not at all. It’s just unbearably strange.”

“Not unbearably.” Ted lets his fingers roam over Trent’s back, stopping as he reaches his shoulder blades, until Trent nods against his chin. He strokes down his spine, and then he finds it, just at Trent’s waist, almost like a tail.

“It’s not a tail,” Trent says, as if reading Ted’s mind. “It’s just its own ridiculous thing.”

Ted circles the base with his fingers, and Trent gasps.

“Whoa there,” Ted says, letting go. “Is it, um-”

“Sensitive,” Trent replies, hiding his face against Ted once again.

“Sensitive, like?” Like sex, his brain fills in.

“Yes.”

Ted laughs then and pulls his bristling boyfriend close, rocking him in his arms. “Oh my lord, you are just the bee’s knees, aren’t you.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Trent mutters.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Ted assures him, returning his hands to the safer and just as lovely terrain of Trent’s plentiful locks. “When you’re ready - only if you want - we can have a lot of fun together, with whatever parts of your body and mine we’re comfortable with. But no matter what, sweetheart, your secret’s safe with me.”

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tent #Ted Lasso fic #Tent fic #Tentacles #Well one tentacle #crack #fluff

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years ago

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May we humbly request Jake and Kauri spice with Jake letting Kauri lay back and relax while he makes him feel safe and good and payed attention to with him caring about what Kauri likes😌😭

CW: Consensual spice, probably rated R. Some discussion of past trauma/noncon, some crass flirty bits at the end

“This is stupid,” Kauri says, sitting up. His nose is slightly wrinkled and his curls are a wild riot around his face, and Jake thinks he looks like a painting of some sort of debased angel, bundled into the comforter on a hotel bed, leaving bits of grace everywhere he goes.

Jake doesn’t think shit like that often, and mostly he keeps it to himself when he does. Bad poetry isn’t something he’s proud of, although sometimes it pops into his mind.

He thinks it now.

“Seriously. Just... let’s just do the normal stuff,” Kauri says, a little uneasy. Normally Kauri blooms with eyes on him, is a bright and shining blur on the dance floor, a surprisingly deep laugh in the corner at a bar, sparkling blue eyes trained on whoever he’s set his sights on.

But things are definitely different now. And it’s Jake who has his sights set on him.

“If you want to, sure,” Jake says easily, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Kauri’s fingers fiddle nervously with the comforter, one of those thick fluffy blankets in every hotel in America, indistinguishable from one another. “But I want to try this. I know it’s not what you’re used to. If you don’t want to, no problem, we won’t. But you know pretty much everything I like-”

“Yeah I do,” Kauri says, teasing slightly, glancing up long enough to give Jake the slight, sincere smile he’s hoping for. Not his wide false assurance, not papering over fear. Just genuinely a little nervous, and letting Jake see it.

“Right. And I don’t know much about what you like, what you want.”

Kauri frowns, just a little, picking at a loose thread. “I want what you want.”

“No, you don’t.”

Jake’s words are gentle, barely breathed reassurance, and still Kauri looks at him with furrowed brows. What matters is that he’s not hiding it. What matters is that he’s letting Jake see his trepidation. “Or I mean-... you have your own wants, Kauri. There’s parts of you that will feel better, to you, than other places. I’d like to try and learn them.”

Kauri’s pause draws out between them with tangible weight, but he doesn’t look down this time.

“You can say no,” Jake reminds him, reading the slight tension as easily as he ever has the smile. “Say no, at any time, and it stops. Immediately. No cajoling, no begging, no manipulating, nothing. I stop and we watch some TV and order a pizza and just, like, hang out in bed and that’s that. Okay?”

Kauri licks at his lips and looks at the TV - playing some nonsense show on the Food Network neither of them cares about - and then back to Jake. “No hard feelings?”

“None.” Jake leans over, and carefully lays his hand over Kauri’s. Kauri’s fingers are thin and nimble, long when compared to his height, and a little cold. But he flips his hand over under Jake’s and grips on.

“Yeah,” Kauri says, after a pause. “Okay. I can say no, if I want.”

“Yep. Any time you’re feeling anything less than enthusiastic ‘yes’, say no and we’ll take a break or stop. Agreed?”

Kauri, who knows just about everything you can do in bed and who normally doesn’t shy from describing those things to anyone who asks, is a little flushed, embarrassed at the idea of being the center of attention that is focused on pleasing him, rather than using him.

Jake is careful. He waits for Kauri to think it through, and really - he got the hotel room just for fun, just to get out of the house for a couple nights. Pizza and TV and snuggling in bed is just as good for him as anything else could be.

Kauri’s eyes search his - blue on blue, always - and he must read the sincerity there, because finally he smiles, sincere and sweet, and says, “Okay. Um. Yes.”

“Lay down for me,” Jake says, giving his hand one more squeeze, and watches Kauri shift onto his back on the bed, curls splayed out around his head like a halo.

Jake starts with simple kissing, hands to his face, knees on either side of Kauri’s hips, leaning over him as they pull the comforter over the both of them, the AC running with a low hum against the window, the sunset settling a gleam of orange and red along the gray-beige walls of the room, cutting streaks of light over the bland corporate artwork in cheap frames on the walls.

Kauri hums into the kiss, content with it, and Jake lets himself luxuriate in the warmth and press of soft skin to his, the answering tongue that meets his own, finally the soft, sweet sound that Kauri makes unconsciously. Not a performance, not put on to show someone how much fun he’s having - just Kauri actually enjoying the sensation.

Only then does Jake move, shifting his weight onto his elbows, one hand lightly curved around one thin shoulder, trailing kisses to Kauri’s cheek, grazing teeth along the line of his jaw. It’s all careful, nothing too much, nothing painful.

If Kauri were to say, I’m not trained for pain, that would be all the no Jake ever had to hear. He’s heard it from a Kauri scared of other men more than enough. If he can help it, those words will never be aimed at him.

Kauri’s breath hitches when Jake’s mouth presses lightly to a spot just under his ear, thin skin of his throat. Jake pauses, breathing warm air on the spot, feeling Kauri shiver and the way his hips shift unconsciously.

“Good?” Jake asks, carefully.

“G-Good,” Kauri whispers, and his hand slides up over Jake’s bicep, his shoulder, up his neck and around behind his head to run those thin fingers through Jake’s short hair. He rolls his hips again, and turns his head to the side. Jake catches the smile on his face. “Do... do that again.”

Jake lowers his head, and feels the slightest pressure of Kauri’s palm against the nape of his neck, pushing him back.

He lingers there for a while, in that spot, and then moves to Kauri’s earlobe, to the shell of his ear, licking over the small black stud that Kauri got with Chris a few months ago, then back down his neck and over to the other side.

Kauri tips his head back, baring his throat to Jake’s mouth, and both hands find their way into his hair when Jake kisses the twisted, pale scar across his collarbone, the visible sign Kauri will always wear that he once decided it was better to risk death than spend his life locked away.

How you can make that choice - to lay out a trash bag and dunk a knife into boiling water and hold it over a flame, how you can with determination remove something that was forced into you by trained surgeons, how you can bleed and bleed and keep running - and not see yourself as brave, Jake won’t ever know.

But he can appreciate the goddamn courage it took for Kauri to open the car door and run.

And he can lick along the edges of the scar with all his adoration and awe on open display.

Kauri’s soft, quiet hitches of breath move into low sounds, not quite moans, quieter than that. Acknowledgements of pleasure, given not as performance, but in the quieter way that Kauri has when he’s feeling something for real, and he’s not falling back on trained responses to show it.

“Good?” Jake asks, again and again. He asks it over Kauri’s collarbone, and down his chest. Kauri says yes to the scar, and maybe, maybe n-not to sensitive spaces on his chest.

“No?” Jake looks up, then, sees Kauri’s eyes on his, watching him with fervent intensity.

“Not no,” Kauri breathes. “But maybe not, um, not there-... Owen u-used to-... to make it h-hurt-”

“No is good,” Jake reassures him, softly. “You don’t have to justify it, Kaur. No is good.”

Kauri swallows, hard - Jake watches his Adam’s apple shift and move with the effort. Then softly, he says, “Um, n-no, to there.”

“Gotcha. No problem.” Before he can try and take it back, Jake shifts back and away, and moves further down. The stomach is a good place, he discovers, and the hipbones are, too. Kauri’s hips are more rounded than they used to be when he lived entirely on one or two meals a day, tops. He feels stronger, now that he’s not running. His body feels less fragile, less like Jake could crack it apart without knowing simply with the touch of his hands.

Kauri’s hips move upwards in a rolling motion, searching for the direct friction that Jake has so far denied him. His sounds are getting louder, but in a way that isn’t purposeful or carefully constructed. Jake nuzzles into the seam where thigh and pelvis meet and hears a high-pitched whimper of pleasure, his own body stirring in response.

Jake looks up, resting his chin on Kauri’s stomach lightly, feeling the fingers tighten their grip in his hair. The comforter is over him, and when Kauri glances down, he laughs out loud at the sight of Jake looking up at him from under the blanket.

His laughter is so fucking gorgeous.

“How often do you laugh, during?” Jake asks, and one of his hands shifts down so he can run it slowly up the hardness he can feel growing, pressing into his chest where he lays over Kauri.

“Almost never,” Kauri breathes. “But you look fucking ridiculous.”

Jake grins, bites his own lower lip, and catches the sparkle in Kauri’s eyes, real and infectious, comfortably wanting. “Do I, now? Hm, maybe I should get up-”

“Don’t you dare get me all worked up and stop, jackass,” Kauri says, groaning as he drops his head back down.

“Green light, then?” Jake asks, and Kauri blinks and raises his head to look at him again.

“What?”

“Do I have the green light, so far? Am I good if I go down on you, Kaur?”

Kauri blinks at him, openly baffled. His thumbs massage just behind Jake’s ears, a deeply, gently pleasurable sensation. “I don’t-... no one’s ever asked me that.”

“Well, I’m asking. Green means go, red means do something else, or nothing at all, and either is good. Is it okay if I go down on you?”

Kauri looks at him in silence for another long moment, and then he smiles. “Um. Yeah. I want you to.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Kauri considers, and then he relaxes under Jake, hands moving back into his hair. “Um. Green light, Jake.” His hands start pushing Jake’s head down. “I want you to.”

Jake smiles as he moves down to take Kauri into his mouth.

Then-

“Hey, ow! Teeth, Jake! Teeth!”

“Sorry.” Jake kisses at his hip sheepishly. “I’ve only gone down on like... three guys ever, and two of those guys we were not sober at the time. I don’t think I’m very good at it.”

“Well, if you had told me that before...” Kauri laughs again and then braces himself up on his elbows, watching Jake look up at him from under the blanket. “Okay. Listen. I want-... I want to tell you what to do.”

Jake breathes out, his own body lit up with desire at Kauri’s husky deep voice, and at the reality of what he’s saying. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to-... I want you to go down on me. That’s what I want. I’ll tell you how to do it. Okay?” Kauri’s voice tips into hesitation again, at the end.

Jake looks up at him - blue on blue, always. “Only if you want that, Kauri.”

“I do. I, um. I do want that.” Kauri smiles at him. “I want-... I want to tell you how to make me feel-... I want you to know.”

“Green light?”

“Green light,” Kauri says, softly. “I love you, okay?”

Jake moves up to kiss him in a rush, and their sort of bump from it being unexpected, and Kauri laughs into the kiss, and Jake could do this forever. “I love you, too, Kaur.”

“Good. You should, I’m amazing-”

“You are amazing.”

“Stop. I was kidding, Jake.”

“I’m not.”

“... just get your mouth back between my legs so I can show you what to do.”

Kauri’s hands are back in his hair, and Jake has never felt happier. If Kauri is an angel once brought low by desire, Jake is a man whose never-ending anger has been undone by love.

He doesn’t think bad poetry often. He thinks it now.

With the weight and heat of Kauri in his mouth, though, even bad poetry falters and all that’s left is his knowledge that he’d be happy to hear Kauri laugh in bed and tell him what to do for the rest of his life.

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Tagging: @burtlederp , @finder-of-rings , @endless-whump , @whumpfigure , @slaintetowhump , @astrobly @newandfiguringitout , @doveotions , @pretty-face-breaker , @boxboysandotherwhump , @oops-its-whump @moose-teeth , @cubeswhump , @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-tr0pes @whumpiary

#erase to control #consensual spice #consensual sex tw #like a hint of paprika spice #nah this is probably like three tablespoons of paprika spice #like aleppo pepper spice #past noncon reference #past trauma mention #whump oc #jake the shelter guy #needed a love wins moment today #happy endings #fluff #sexy fluff #basically #but still fluff #alcohol use mention #idiots in love #all comfort no hurt

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thedeviousdo · 4 years ago

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Tether Me

Here is the opening scene for my fic Tether Me, a side story from Repairs following Sehun and Junmyeon’s relationship. If you haven’t read Repairs, you may be a bit lost in this fic, but hopefully it’s still enjoyable.

Sehun’s morning routine was simple. He usually started his days by cursing at the sea birds that liked to squawk near his windows at the butt crack of dawn to wake him up. He’d shower and have breakfast made within the hour, then would pick up where he left off on a painting on the deck of his yacht.

The colors Sehun had chosen were perfect. Shades of pink, blue, and green that pushed the painting towards the borders of unrealistic. His technique was near perfection, there was nothing objectively wrong with it. But the painting, like all the others Sehun had made, lacked something. To Sehun, it was nothing more than a place for paint to dry.

Sehun placed his paintbrush down, and with a grunt of frustration he flung the canvas over the side of his boat. He squeezed his eyes shut as he took a calming breath, instantly feeling foolish. He walked over to the side of the boat and peered over the railing. “Shit.”

The painting was swaying along with the waves, gradually floating further and further from the yacht. He watched as the colors started to wash away. He should have just thrown it in the trash like all the others.

A shiver ran up his spine, he could almost feel the pull to go back to the mainland, back to the city full of people to Mark. Cupids could go maybe a full week before they started to feel overcome with the need to make someone fall in love. It was the same every time: it would start with shivers, like what Sehun had just felt. Then after another day his skin would tingle, and then after that he would become restless until all he could do was Mark someone.

It had been five days since he had Marked anyone. Every now and then Sehun liked to test himself, see how long he could go without doing what he was brought back to life for.

It wasn’t like Sehun didn’t like what he was, he found enjoyment in it most days. But over time he found he didn’t get the fulfillment from creating a couple like all the other Cupids did. Before he knew it, 100 years had passed and he hadn’t created one couple. Instead, he focused on bringing love to mortals in other ways. The love of authors and artists, architecture and music. For Sehun, it was seeing the way their eyes would light up when they fell in love with the words printed on pages, or the sound of a singer's voice.

He had known only a few other Cupids like him, who shied away from the romantical side of their job. One of them, Kyungsoo, he considered a friend. Kyungsoo was a lot like him, and Sehun liked his company. Both tended to be on the quiet side, and preferred to find smaller gatherings of people, rather than the crowds Cupids were usually drawn to. Kyungsoo had said his partner, Jongin, did enough of that for the both of them. Jongin usually just left the two of them to work together while he went on his own. Though they were polar opposites, Sehun liked Jongin, and actually enjoyed being around them both. The couple had a silent bond, both knowing exactly what the other needed. It put Sehun more at ease rather than feeling the need to look elsewhere like most couples made him feel. That is, until they got handsy, which happened more often than not. Still, that didn’t even bother him as much as it usually did. It never felt like they were trying to show off or flaunt what they had--they just were.

Sehun looked towards the coast, he could just make out some of the boats docked at the marina. He might as well head back, soon enough he would start to get restless anyway. Perhaps he would see Kyungsoo, he had heard he and Jongin were in the city. With a sigh, Sehun made his way to the controls and set a course back to the city.

Junmyeon patted down his jacket pockets, hands moving around his body till he found his keys in his pants pocket. "You sure neither of you want to come with me? The exhibit has a lot of different artists, I'm sure there will be something you guys would like."

Jongdae, still sitting at his desk, looked up from his work."I have a date. Don't look at me like that, it's true. Baekhyun saw her "

Junmyeon turned to look at Baekhyun, who was slouched into his chair, eyes on his phone as he played some game. Baekhyun looked up briefly before shrugging and turning his attention back to his phone. "I walked in on them facetiming."

Junmyeon ignored Jongdae’s holler of triumph and instead watched as Baekhyun tried to keep a straight face, always keeping his distance, not giving anything away. "Fine, then do you want to come, Baek?" Junmyeon knew the answer before he asked, but he still had a little hope.

"I'd rather not, I'll close up here and go home tonight," Baekhyun answered, not bothering to look up from his game.

Junmyeon nodded, quickly turning his pout into a smile. "Well if you’re both certain, then good night." He gave a final wave before making his way out of the library to his waiting motorcycle.

He didn’t mind going to art shows alone, he had now done it multiple times, even befriending one of the gallery owners. But it was nice to share in the experience, see the way someone else lights up when they find something they really like.

He tugged at the stuck zipper on his worn leather riding jacket. He was going to need to repair it or find a new one soon. Though he’d rather get it fixed if he could, he loved the gift his brothers had gotten him years ago when he first got his motorcycle license.

With his helmet now on, Junmyeon brought the black motorcycle to life. He turned to look at the library door once more before pulling out and heading for the gallery.

Sehun watched as the mortal he Marked got the attention of a gallery worker, asking as many questions about the artist of the painting in front of them as they could. It was an easy Mark, the man was looking to be inspired for a book he was writing, so really it only took a little nudge. He smiled at the fading glimpses of the man’s future when a sound from the other side of the room caught his attention.

A man was righting a stand that held brochures for the exhibit, hands frantic to catch it before it fell completely. Once he set it back up, he started to walk off only to stop, sigh and turn back to grab one of the brochures. Sehun snorted a laugh as he watched as man walk quickly towards another room, his cheeks every shade of red. Sehun turned back around to the painting he had been looking at before, running his fingers over his lingering smile.

Sehun walked the room slowly, enjoying each piece of art that caught his attention. He was glad he had come here tonight. Shivers aside, Sehun was able to really enjoy where he was for the first time in weeks. There weren’t more than 40 people walking the multiple-exhibit gallery, so he didn’t feel too overwhelmed like he can feel in more crowded spaces. Maybe it was something from his past, his life before he became a Cupid, that made him so sensitive to crowds.

Of course he didn’t know anything about his past, only his name, just like every other Cupid. That didn’t stop him from wondering what that life was like. Was he happy in that life? Would that version of himself like the life he had now? Was he this uncomfortable with a lot of people around?

Sehun walked into the next room, skirting past an elderly woman wearing too much perfume. He may be able to make himself invisible, but that didn't mean he wasn’t a solid form that others could feel if they happened to touch him. He smiled at the memory of being a new Cupid and scaring so many people when he had accidentally bumped into them. He stopped walking when he saw the man from earlier.

The man was standing near a sculpture, the embarrassment from earlier no longer evident on his face. Instead he looked fondly from one sculpture to the next. Sehun watched him enjoying the art a few more moments before looking around at the pieces himself, glancing over his shoulder every few minutes to see if the man was still there. *****

#im hoping i finish soon so bear with me a little longer #hope you like it #sehun #Junmyeon #my fanfic #tether me #repairs

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oureuphoria · 5 years ago

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One-Step Forward, Two-Steps Back - 02

Genre: angst, slow-burn, friends-lovers (kind of?), fluff

Pairing: tattoo artist jungkook x college student reader

Word count: 6.7K

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of alcohol

Synopsis: You’ve heard of the forbidden love trope and it almost always ends tragically but, falling for your roommates fwb wasn’t forbidden, right? Besides, you totally had everything under control until Taehyung needed your help with a mid-term and used your (tiny, almost non-existent) crush on Jungkook to blackmail you into helping him. or “Help me pass the mid-term and I won’t tell anyone you have a crush on Jungkook.” “Library. 2pm. Don’t be late.”

Note: Here she is! I’m so sorry for making you guys wait but the final part of this two-shot is finally done! Yay! This was actually pretty hard for me to write because I had the worst writers block ever this week, I could barely write a single word. Forgive me if this is not good :( but I really hope you guys enjoy, even though it’s kinda low-key trash 😔

“You look like you got dipped upside down in cotton candy.” Jimin scoffed at your offensive rebuttal, you two had been at each others throats for a good 10 minutes. Jimin was mad at you from stealing his ‘platonic soulmate’, Taehyung, away from him. The subject of your argument was long gone, opting to play video games instead of listening to you quarrel. Probably for the best. “Well at least I don’t look like I was run over by a monster truck 10 times.” Jimin didn't have the best comebacks, honestly neither did you. It made for some rather ridiculous arguments. “At least I don’t fucking whine like an immature brat when someone befriends my best friend.” “That’s because you don’t have any friends.” “That’s it!” You quickly jumped onto Jimin like a drop-bear and you were both wrestling on Taehyung and Jungkook’s shared couch, Jimin was trying to get you off of him and you were trying to choke him with a pillow. Speaking of Jungkook, he had just walked in to witness you and Jimin tearing each other into shreds.

“Quit it.” At the sound of Jungkook’s voice you scrambled off of Jimin, fixing your hair as you cleared your throat. Things were more than awkward after he walked out on you. In fact you don’t think he’s said anything directly to you since it happened 2 weeks ago. It wasn't like you made much of an effort either. “You’re still ugly.” Jimin coughed out under his breath and you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile before retorting. “And you’re a rat.” Jungkook sighed out in frustration before walking angrily to his room and slamming the door. You instantly felt guilty for making his bad day exponentially worse. “OoOo you made your boyfriend mad.” You glared at him and bit your lip in worry, he did seem pretty angry; though Jimin's face did have that affect on people. “He’s not my boyfriend.” “Maybe he would be if you didn’t look like the gum people scrape off their shoes.” You slammed a pillow into Jimin’s head while laughing sarcastically but his words kept repeating in your head like a broken record, reaffirming the dwindling voices that belonged to your insecurities.

You weren’t one to let people like Jimin get to you but he pushed a particularly sensitive button so you couldn’t help but mope on Taehyung’s bed while he played video games with the devil. Your dramatic brooding was left unnoticed by the pair but you didn’t mind, you needed the space. Besides, you’d rather die than let Jimin know that he got to you. Eventually, you felt the need to rise from the bed, opting to find something to eat in the kitchen instead of watching Taehyung lose in Mortal Kombat for the umpteenth time. You’d been over to Taehyung’s a couple of times before but only ever when Jimin was insistent on hanging out with you guys (which lately felt like always) so you were pretty comfortable in his kitchen. You were just about to peel open a banana when Jungkook left his room, shirtless. It felt like deja vu, when he used to stumble out of Suzy’s room in the early mornings. It couldn’t have been more than a month since he stopped but it felt like forever. You were still struggling to pinpoint how you felt about his disappearance. On one hand, you had interrupted sleep for a whole week, but on the other hand you didn't get to see Jungkook's well sculpted abs anymore.

He didn’t say a word to you while he walked toward the fridge, clearly just looking for something to eat. You continued to peel the banana even though seeing Jungkook managed to cause your appetite to dissipate entirely. You were about to take the first bite because you had already peeled it and it would have been a waste before you spaced out, banana still in your mouth. You were trying to pinpoint the last time you actually talked to Jungkook before everything went downhill, it must've taken you much longer than usual. “Are you gonna bite it or just let it disintegrate in your mouth?” You were startled by Jungkook's annoyed voice causing you to bite the banana and your own tongue in the process. “Owwowowowowww!” You jumped up and down in pain while holding onto your jaw like a maniac and Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh a little, you were glad he found your suffering amusing. You settled down after a bit, embarrassed by your actions but more worried for the nerves you undoubtedly damaged in the process. You decided you’d sit at the small circular dining table and eat your banana in silence before you’d bite your entire tongue off or worse, embarrass yourself further.

You were half-way through your banana when Jungkook sat in front of you, a slice of pizza on his plate and his phone in his other hand. He was messaging someone, completely ignoring your existence even though you were sitting a few inches apart. You didn’t mind though, you preferred that over confrontation and you were insanely great at the silent treatment. Being a slow eater proved to be painful in that predicament so you attempted to speed things up, trying to force yourself to eat the rest as fast as possible and naturally, you choked. You dropped the banana in hopes of not dying as you doubled over yourself with an obnoxious coughing fit. “Jesus, Y/N/. It’s just a banana.” Jungkook groaned while getting you a cup of water. He rubbed your back softly while you drank, standing behind you worryingly, as if he wasn't the sole reason of your near-death experience. He took the rest of your banana away, throwing it in the trash. “Hey, I was eating that.” You croaked out with a scratchy voice that sounded less assertive than you wanted it to be. “Really? I think you were doing anything but eating it, Y/N.” Jungkook's tone was teasing, lighthearted but you couldn't help but feel like he was genuinely annoyed by your mere existence. You dipped your head in embarrassment as your cheeks began to flush, not the cute kind of flush either, the recently exposed to radiation kind of flush. You rose from the chair in hopes of returning to Taehyung’s Jungkook-free room but he pushed you back onto the chair by your shoulder.

You sat awkwardly in silence while Jungkook’s hand rested on your shoulder like a vice holding you to the wooden chair. Things weren’t even this awkward after Taehyung indirectly confessed for you. “I’m really sorry-” “I need to go.” You both smoke simultaneously, his apology getting wrapped up in the mumble of your words. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, the kind you could feel with every breath. You vowed to fix this because the entire point of avoiding your feelings to begin with was so that you could avoid awkward situations.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about what happened that night. You were upset and I tried to turn it into something else and for that I’m really sorry.” Your apology was rehearsed, so rehearsed you almost delivered it as a robotic speech. You thought about this moment countless times before, however, Jungkook was livid with himself because you had just done what he had been struggling to do with complete ease. Jungkook practiced his apology over and over in his head every spare moment he got, and yet when it came to it all he could say was “I’m the one that should apologise, I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you.” He sounded scared, vulnerable and that wasn’t a word you’d normally associate with Jungkook who usually had his impenetrable walls built impossibly high.

“It’s okay. It was wrong of me to expect you to love me back.” You joked, or at least you thought you did because you couldn’t even laugh. He should’ve told you then, he should have stopped you and blurted it out, but he didn’t and you took his silence as a sign to continue. “I don’t want things to be awkward between us so let’s set this straight now… Friends?” You stood up with your hand outstretched to Jungkook and he looked at it like it was a ticking time bomb, as if he was signing away his life by taking your hand in his. He didn’t want to agree, god it would kill him to be friends with you after he had gotten a taste of what you could've been, but he nodded, and shook your hand with a smile sporting his face while four words lingered on his tongue. 'I love you too.'

You grinned, standing up with a smile that was genuine because you may have been knee-deep in the friend-zone but it was better than having him hate you, right? “Well I have to go now but um, thank you, for the water…” You expected Jungkook to comment because it looked like he had something he desperately wanted to say but all he did was chuckle and say goodbye. Reluctantly, you returned to Taehyung's room where you could return to brooding on his king-sized bed.

Once you had returned to your apartment a few hours later you checked your own fridge in hopes of finding enough components to make an edible lunch, after all that half-banana would not sustain you for long. It was only 12 minutes later when you were seated at your kitchen island staring at your glorious sandwich. You took one splendid bite and decided you needed water so, while you turned around to grab a bottle, your human parasite invaded your lunch. You turned around and watched her demolish 1/4 of the sandwich with one bite. At your annoyed glare she put it back down on the plate. “Shit, were you gonna eat that?” You rolled your eyes before begrudgingly heading toward the fridge to make another one; you could almost sense her grin at the back of your head. “Y/N?” She mumbled, mouth full of bread. You hummed at her in hopes of her disappearing after saying whatever it was she wanted to say. “I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but I do.” The situation was weird, you felt like it wasn't socially acceptable for you to not say it back but did you even love her too? She was a shitty person and an even shittier friend but she had her moments, you guess. “Do you say that to all your chefs?” You joked, in hopes of lightening the tension, she laughed before choking on a particularly difficult piece of bread and then she proceeded to steal your bottle of water too. You did not love Lisa back.

You were writing an essay for your philosophy class which you were forced to take as an elective because apparently law was not difficult enough on its own and sometimes it was nice to contemplate the meaning of life instead of the meaning of defamation. The essay was ‘spontaneous and whimsical’ in the humble words of your borderline insane professor or in other words, extremely vague. You were asked to write about Roman Philosopher Sextus and his proverb; 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Your mind was blank, not yet lost on the irony of the situation. For all you knew this proverb was a fluke, a result of some sort of chemical imbalance that makes humans miss what they lost. Not because they finally realised the value of what they were missing, but because as humans we do not enjoy change. You were interrupted from your hate-speech filled essay by a phone call. Jimin. Jimin?

“Hello?” You answered wearily because Jimin rarely ever called you and it was very likely he had been kidnapped and you were being called to provide ransom. A situation in which you would gladly let Jimin suffer at the hands of his captors. “Where the fuck is he?.” He sounded angry and out of breath. Like he had just run a 10k marathon after swimming 30 laps in an olympic sized pool before deciding to ask you open-ended questions that made no sense. “Jimin calm down, who are you talked about?” “Taehyung! Where the fuck is he?” You didn’t know since the last time you had seen him was about 3 days prior to the impromptu phone call. “I don’t know-” You truthfully confessed. “Bullshit!” He blared through the phone so loudly it caused a ringing in your ear. You held it away from said ear for a second to recover while he continued yelling. “Why are you yelling at me? I said I don't know!” You yelled back with an angry huff. You didn’t hate Jimin, perhaps severely disliked but your fights were usually playful. For some reason this one didn’t feel as fun. “God, Y/N, you’re so predictable, you know that?” “What?” You were feeling oddly attacked, especially since Jimin had no right making any comments about you. Not when he refused to get to know you in the first place.

“You waltz in here with your innocent facade and start destroying friendships one by one. You ruined Jungkook and Suzy, you ruined Taehyung and I and it’s only a matter of time before you ruin everyone else too.” His rant was met with silence and at your lack of words, Jimin scoffed. You were about to rebut with a string of words that were not in the Bible, but he beat you to it. “See, I knew you wouldn’t say anything, that’s how predictable you are. You're probably crying, trying to think of something to say. Admit it Y/N, you're basic and the only reason Taehyung's your friend is because he pities you.” Jimin's monologue was barely coherent and entirely out-of-the-blue, you genuinely had no idea how to respond so you hung up. Any more and you might have had a homicide on your hands. Embarrassingly enough, you were crying but who wouldn’t when he managed to poke at every single one of your insecurities, disturbing your fragile peace with unsolicited insults. That was how you ended up at the tattoo parlour in a completely spur-of-the-moment impulse decision. You let Jimin get the best of you and now you needed to prove to yourself that you could, indeed, be unpredictable .

“Hi, does Jungkook have a client?” You greeted Namjoon who was stuck on reception duty, he shook his head at your disheveled appearance with wide eyes before you immediately you ran into Jungkook’s room. The second the doors flew open, Jungkook dropped his stencil and flinched. “Fuck! Y/N, you scared me!” Jungkook looked at you with wide eyes (that seemed to be a common theme) and a startled expression but you didn’t care about the possible heart attacks you may have caused. You nonchalantly mounted yourself on the chair in the middle of his room and stuck your left hand out, covering your eyes with your other hand and turning the opposite way. “Tattoo me.” You demanded and Jungkook stared at you with his mouth agape. “What?” You rolled your eyes, turning back around to face him.

“Just do it. It can be literally anything, I don’t care.” Jungkook was extremely confused because one, you were absolutely terrified of needles, and two, you came out of nowhere with no prior warning. “Can you hurry?" Your tone was bossy and relentless but it appeared as though Jungkook could not follow simple orders or follow through on his own job. “Y/N, I’m not giving you a tattoo.” “Why? I’ll pay if that’s what you’re worried about.” He laughed a little as if you had made a horrible joke, but you were serious and looked at him with concentration, as if you were trying to convince him that you needed this tattoo. In hindsight, it was probably not one of your best ideas, but in that moment you genuinely believed it was revolutionary. “I think I’ve caused you enough regret for a lifetime.” You didn't even bother trying to convince him again. You simply got back up. “I’ll just ask Namjoon he'll-” Before you could finish Jungkook pulled you back down to the seat and looked at you with a scrutinising gaze. “Y/N, why do you want a tattoo?” You paused before answering because if you offered the truth, there was no way that man would touch you with a 10-foot pole. “I’m being spontaneous.” You were vague but truthful and yet Jungkook still cocked an eyebrow at you, as if he didn’t believe what you were insinuating. He would have to take the half-truth, though, it was all you were willing to offer.

“Why do you feel the need to be spontaneous?” “I just feel bored, that's all.” Jungkook let out a sound of realisation, as if he just figured out everything there was to know. “Somebody said something, right?” You shook your head quickly but it didn’t seem that Jungkook was convinced. The weirdo had tunnel vision when it came down to emotional cues and a sixth sense about what was wrong with you. “Who was it? Lisa? Suzy?” “Jimin.” You let out so quietly Jungkook barely heard it. You were defeated, exhausted and seriously sick of arguing. “Jimin? Since when do you care about what Jimin thinks?” You shrugged even though you subconsciously knew why this seemed to affect you more than any other argument. For once, Jimin didn't attack something superficial like your appearance or the size of your feet. He tore you down layer by layer and you were afraid there was no recovering from that kind of blow. “I have a paper to write.” You tried to leave again in hopes of simply forgetting about the situation entirely, but Jungkook was relentless and after being knocked back into the chair for the 2nd time, you were genuinely considering stabbing Jungkook with his own tattoo gun.

“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with being predictable-” “So you agree?” Jungkook groaned because he clearly wasn’t very good at pep talks and you had a knack for bringing out the worst in him sometimes. “It doesn’t matter, what Jimin says shouldn’t matter to you.” You gulped. “You’re right, thank you.” For the third time that night, you tried to escape from Jungkook's evil clutches to no avail. The man was not budging. “Okay, just because you’re like John Cena strong now doesn’t mean you get to use it against me, let me go!” “Stop trying to leave so we can talk about this.” It was silent a for a while, your laboured breathing from trying to escape so many times filled the silent void.

“He said I ruined you and Suzy and that I’m ruining his friendship with Taehyung too.” Jungkook realised that you got incredibly quiet when you spoke about things that made you upset and he also realised it was a bad time to start thinking about how adorable you were, but he couldn’t help it, your pout made his heart swell especially when it was so clearly against your will. “There was nothing between Suzy and I, you couldn’t have changed that even if you tried. Taehyung and Jimin have been best friends since they were toddlers, it’s natural for him to feel threatened when he makes other friends, he did the same thing to us. Look, we all say stupid shit when we’re emotional, he probably didn’t mean a word he said.” Jungkook was probably right, but he didn't hear what you did, it was going to take more than a 'bad day' to convince you that Jimin didn't detest your very being.

“I’m sorry I barged in here. You should be flattered though, there’s a very small list of people I trust with a needle.” You made an effort to gesture to something very tiny with your index and thumb. He chuckled in response and you smiled, his laugh had calming properties and if you could, you’d listen to it for the rest of your life. “Well, if you ever actually want a tattoo, then you can come to me.” You had never rejected an offer so fast in your life. You got up from the seat, straightening your jeans. “Well if you don’t mind I have a date with Sextus.” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at your lame excuse of a joke, clearly no man in this day and era could possibly be named Sextus. “He’s a Roman philosopher. I really meant it when I said I have an essay to write.” He nodded in understanding, mouth forming into an o-shape. You said goodbye and reached for the door however, before your hands could brush against the cold metal handle, Jungkook told you to wait.

You turned around, a blank face that Jungkook couldn’t read and it made him nervous about what he was about to tell you. Perhaps he should have waited for a better time but his emotions were keeping him up at night and he needed the catharsis. “I have to tell you something.” You retracted from the door, standing with your full attention on him. Jungkook was quiet for a moment too long to be appropriate and you wondered when he was going to speak. “I- uh…I love you.” He winced at the stutter in his voice, he’d never been so nervous about confessing before and it was a weird feeling to him, he wasn't usually a confessional kind of guy. His hands moved up to scratch his neck while you were eerily quiet. “Is this some kind of joke?” Your question stunned Jungkook because he wasn’t expecting that reaction. He expected an ecstatic shrill and a bone-crushing hug, not skepticism. “What? No, Y/N, I’m serious.” There were tears pricking your eyes and his heart began to slow down entirely. It felt like it had dropped to his feet. “So you just let me believe this entire time that it was one-sided?” A tear slid down your face but you didn’t even notice it, too caught up in the rage that consumed you. You spent months in your bed, crying yourself to sleep because you thought you destroyed everything over a selfish, hedonistic desire. This entire time, he loved you back?

“That was never my intention.” He reached out to touch you but you pushed his hands away as if they were hot coal. “You made me believe that I wasn’t good enough. I cried over you - you watched me cry over you!” You’d never seen Jungkook look so sad, so remorseful, but it didn’t matter. After all, he was a master of deception, you had no idea what to believe. “I never meant to hurt you, Y/N.” “Sure you didn’t, that’s why you tried to kiss me then stuck your tongue down my roommates throat not even an hour after. That’s why you walked out on me and then shut me out for 2 weeks, because you ‘never meant to hurt me’.” Jungkook would have commended your use of sarcasm that was still perfect through the tears but he was barely fighting back his own in the moment. You may have been overreacting, expelling misplaced anger, but you couldn't help it. “Just give me a chance-” “I already did! I gave you all my chances Jungkook, I don’t have anymore.” He slowly brought his hand up to your face, wiping away your tears. When he realised you’d let him, he leaned his head on yours.

“One more chance, Y/N. That’s all I ask.” You didn’t think you had it in you to walk away and save yourself the further heartbreak, for all you knew this could’ve been just another quarter-life crisis. For all you knew Jungkook could wake up the next day and realise he was in love with Suzy after all. So, with every last inch of strength you possessed, you pulled away from his gentle grip. Jungkook felt his heart break a little bit more with each step you took away from him, like sand pouring out of a broken hourglass, you were slipping away. He supposed he deserved this fate, that this was the universe punishing him for the countless wrongs he committed, most of which you suffered through. If that was what it felt like to be walked out on, Jungkook owed you a lifetime of apologies.

Meanwhile, you had finally understood Sextus, because you didn’t think you’d ever want Jungkook as much as you did in that moment. He was right there, completely palpable and yet so unobtainable, he confessed and all you had to do was say yes but it was too good to be true. It always was. The absence you felt wasn’t a physical one. It was instead the absence of hope, because whatever little you had disintegrated right beneath your very eyes. Expecting Jungkook to love you back and him falling short at every turn was painful, him finally loving you back when you had just started to learn how to love yourself was unbearable.

You spent the night finishing your essay through tear-filled eyes that caused far too many typos. You didn’t think it was your best work but the deadline was at midnight and you had no choice. Fuck philosophy anyway, it was an elective class, one that you took for fun to make up for the lost credits, though all this essay seemed to have caused you was turmoil. You felt like puking, the gut-wrenching pain in your heart was taking a toll on you physically, so the second you turned in your assignment, you drank a glass of water and went to bed, not bothering to check the phone that was continuously vibrating on the table.

Jimin was panicking, he felt bad for what he did and was calling you repeatedly, but unsurprisingly, you had no intention of every picking up. You didn’t reply to his messages, you didn't even open them and Jimin was worried that he’d pushed you to make a bad decision. He called Taehyung who finally picked up after being M.I.A for 12 hours of which Taehyung spent sleeping. He stayed up all night gaming and didn’t notice until the sun was poking through his window. Jimin was upset about something and needed his best friend unfortunately he let out his temper onto you. If you had known that it was Jimin calling (and not Jungkook) you would have answered but you fell asleep soundly with the idea that it was only Jungkook that you were leaving in the dark.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Lisa’s perky voice and you groaned when she began lecturing you. “Why didn’t you answer Jimin? He’s worried sick about you.” “Worried sick? Yesterday he wanted me de-” “Lets not dwell over the details!” Jimin beamed, now in your room, uninvited. He cocked his head to gesture Lisa to leave and you tried to go back to sleep angrily. “It’s too early in the morning for apologies. You were angry, you didn’t mean it, you’re sorry. I get it. Just let me sleep.” Jimin was speechless and you took his silence as agreement so you put your eye mask back on and tried to sleep before it was painfully yanked off your head.

“Okay but what did you do to Jungkook?” You sprung upright so fast you felt the blood rush to your head. “You broke him. He won’t speak, he won’t eat, he won’t even game and I need him to carry me to platinum rank, Y/N.” He jokingly held your shirt by its neck, pulling you back and forth dramatically. “He clearly doesn’t handle rejection well.” “Yeah he doesn’t- wait, rejection? You rejected your crush?” You winced at the loudness of his voice but he was unwavering. “Are you crazy, Y/N? Who rejects the person they’re in love with.”

“People who are smart enough to know the difference between love and pity. You wouldn’t understand.” “I’m going to ignore that insult for the moment because my friend is broken and I need to fix him but he actually does love you, Y/N.” You hummed in feigned agreement. “You wouldn’t know love if it slapped you in the face." “I think that applies to you more than me.” You rolled your eyes in response but said nothing so he continued. “He asks about you all the time, he looks for you in every room, he’s the only one that ever worried about you when we were piss-drunk in your living room. He loves you so much it’s kind of disgusting.” You didn’t say anything but Jimin could tell you were convinced, now it was up to you to do something about it. “Don’t screw this up, Y/N.” And with those weirdly comforting words of wisdom you fell back into your bed, putting your eye mask back on and trying to force yourself to sleep.

You had just gotten out of your room when you heard Lisa say, “and they were roommates!” The opportunity was there and you seized it. It may have been lame, outdated, entirely inappropriate but how often did such an opportunity present itself? Before Suzy could say a word you interrupted it. “Oh my god, they were roommates.” They both looked at you like you were an alien and you exchanged looks for a few seconds before you gasped in bewilderment. There were many things Suzy and Lisa didn't know, most of which you came to terms with like the average time it takes for milk to spoil or the significance of personal space but you drew the line at vines. “You don’t- You haven’t- Don’t you know the vine?” When they both slowly shook their heads your jaw fell open. Seriously, this is was shocking information. “But everyone knows that vine how- Never mind.” You went to the door and grabbed your shoes, slipping them on with no effort to fix your shoelaces. “Y/N can you grab the mail when you come back we both lost our keys to the mailbox.” You straightened your back and looked Lisa straight in the eyes before rolling your eyes and tossing your mailbox key to them. You had a spare because they were hopeless, in fact you had a spare of every key this apartment was ever issued with.

Once you were outside the tattoo parlour you weren’t sure what to say even though you had all the time to rehearse it. You decided winging it would be best, you needed to be more unpredictable after all. You asked Taehyung where Jungkook was and he told you that he was currently at work. You sighed but it wasn’t a total loss. It was 10am on a Sunday, who gets tattoos at this hour. You walked to the shop rather slowly, trying to collect your every thought well enough so you wouldn’t be stumbling over your words like a fool but not well enough for your speech to become predictable, the line was thin. Once you reached the doors you were greeted with Jimin at the register, fun. “Oh goody, now I get to call pest control to get rid of this rat infestation.” Jimin sweetly said with a smile on his face. “Don’t be so harsh on yourself, Jimin. You’re a roach at best.”

Before the argument could get any further, you went to Jungkook’s door. You were about to open it but you heard a voice so instead you waited in front of the door, ear pressed to the wood. You heard a girl laughing and the sound of what you would assume to be the tattoo gun whirring. “You’re kidding, a guy like you doesn’t have a girlfriend?” You widened your eyes and gave Jimin a look, one he didn’t return because he was too busy playing Candy Crush. “I don’t do girlfriends.” He chuckled after and you don’t even want to know why. You were about to stop eavesdropping and just come back to talk to him later but the girl spoke again. “Not even me?” You nearly choked on your saliva at her frankness. “I think I can make an exception.” You inhaled sharply and felt that same sting in your heart that you felt before. Of course he didn’t really love you.

Their voices tuned out as tears started welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall and embarrass you. However, before you could cry you forced your feet to move and you muttered a quiet “I told you so” to Jimin as you walked out. He looked up in confusion and saw a glimpse of your sad face and rushed to Jungkook’s room. When he opened the door to see him laughing with a blonde that he was tattooing Jimin connected the dots. Once the girl left Jungkook approached Jimin. “Dude, why’d you barge into my room like that.” “Y/N came.” Jungkook’s mad face morphed into a confused one and Jimin took it as a sign to continue. “She came to talk to you but she left right before I walked into your room. Did you say something?” “No. All I said was- Fuck, I need to talk to her.” Jungkook fled the store too quickly for Jimin to register and Jimin began to panic because they didn’t have a tattooist for the next 3 hours.

When Jungkook ran out he actually had no idea where to go. He went to your apartment first but Suzy kindly told him that you were at your college library studying. He went to your college (which was his college a year ago) and faintly remembered where the library was from his art degree days. During the rush towards the building, he was interrupted. “Jungkook! Is that you?” Jungkook winced at the sound of his old professor and turned around with a fake smile. “Hello, Professor Yoon.” The old women smiled, a comforting hand on his shoulder. “So what did you do after graduation?” He internally groaned, he needed to find you and yet here he was making small talk with his professor. “I opened up a tattoo shop nearby. Listen, I’m really sorry but I’m in a rush. It was nice seeing you again.” Before the lady could even reply Jungkook was jogging away and to the library.

Once he spotted you he restrained the urge to sprint to your table like a mad-man and quietly slipped into the chair in front of yours. “Y/N, we need to talk.” When you saw him not only were you confused because he wasn’t a student there anymore but also because you were not expecting to see him there in general. You chugged your bottle of apple juice nervously to avoid replying but Jungkook snatched it out of your hand before you were done. “I was drinking that!” You yelled and a couple of students threw annoyed looks your way to which you quietly apologised. “Did you come here to steal my apple juice?” You were glaring at him now and Jungkook felt like he had somehow managed to make the already unfavourable situation all the more unfavourable.

“I’m sorry about what you heard but I was just joking-” “Really? What was the punchline, that you told me you loved me or that I believed you?” He deserved that interruption and every bit of anger you had thrown his way but he was done losing you. He’d be damned if he let you slip away again. “I have no fucking experience with love at all. The people I attract don’t normally look for relationships, or love or even fucking mutual respect so when I realised I was in love with you I had no idea what to do. I still don’t.” His voice was soft now, a hushed whisper. You cursed yourself for feeling bad. “You can start by giving me back my apple juice.” Jungkook smiled through the pain and there it was again, that laugh that you loved far too much for it to be deemed normal. He slid your apple juice back across the table and you took it with a wary smile.

“I love you, Y/N. I may know jack shit about love but I’m sure that I love you and I’ll spend my entire life proving it to you if I have to.” You were swooning till you reached the last sentence. “Did you copy this off of Pinterest?” He looked at you with feigned offence which made you giggle. He took your hand in his and the small gesture brought you so much happiness. His hand felt nice, albeit a little sweaty because of his running before but if felt like it was made to fit yours. “I love you too.” You quietly said, a smile on your face that would have reached your eyes if it wasn’t for your essay that was unfinished on your laptop.

Jungkook leaned in from the table to kiss you but before his lips could touch yours you grabbed the half empty apple juice bottle and chugged down the rest. He picked up on your habit of drinking liquids when you were nervous but Jungkook was relentless. The second you dropped the empty bottle from your lips he was in front of you again. “Can I kiss you?” “Um, o-okay but in a library? Isn’t that-” Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer so he interrupted your nervous rant but pushing his plush lips onto yours. You weren’t good with PDA, like ever, so all you could do was nervously look around to see if anyone was watching.

“What’s wrong?” He said when he pulled away, face still pretty close to yours. “Nothing there’s just people here with eyes and stuff…” You felt stupid because suddenly Jungkook was laughing and ruining the moment you had so carefully constructed. “Stop! It’s not funny.” You pushed his shoulder but he was too busy laughing to care. “Jungkook!” You tried again, letting the name drag on your lips as you tried to get him to stop laughing. “Alright, I’m sorry. I just didn’t take you as someone who was so shy.” You scoffed in astonishment though the premise wasn’t that shocking to you, but you’d never let him know that. “I am not shy!” He smiled teasingly before ruffling the top of your head. “You can’t even kiss me in a library.” You took at as a challenge so with spite and all the confidence you could muster you planted your lips on his. This time your annoyance clouded your worry. “Remind me to call you shy more often.” You hit him with the empty apple juice bottle before returning to your laptop.

“Min Yoongi you are dead meat!” You screamed before running after the black haired boy with all the speed you could prosper. It was really late and the store had just closed, you were politely minding your business on the couch in the store when Yoongi very rudely scared you. “I’m sorry you’re such a pussy!” “Bitch please, the only pussy I get is your mom’s.” Suddenly, the tables were turned and now Yoongi was running after you. “What the fuck did you say about my mom?” You slipped behind the reception table where Seokjin was tiredly seated. You were now in a limbo, moving from one side to another as Yoongi tried to catch you.

“What are you two doing?” You both straightened stiffly at the sound of Hoseok. Yoongi would never admit it but when he was mad he was the scariest person in the world. “Yoongi scared me.” “She slept with my mom.” You both spoke simultaneously and all you did was give Yoongi a look of both confusion and disgust. “I don’t even want to know.” Hoseok sighed and Seokjin nodded in agreement, both of them getting out to leave. “Min you can go, Jungkook will lock up.” Yoongi nodded, grabbing his bag from behind the counter. You grabbed Yoongi suddenly. “Can you wait with me until Jungkook’s done.” He was with a client who had a big tattoo planned so it ended up running past schedule. Yoongi laughed obnoxiously and rolled his eyes. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” “It’s your fault so take responsibility and guard this room with me!” He huffed in frustration before moving to take a seat. Unfortunately, the moment you turned around he sprinted out the door with little to no warning.

You gulped. The fear was sinking in. You sat back down on the couch and tried to focus on your phone but you were so paranoid your eyes darted around the room at the smallest sound. When Jungkook was finally done you nearly screamed in relief. The moment the client left you zoomed into his room and latched onto him. “Help me murder Yoongi.” Jungkook was tired, too tired to humour your very random, spur-of-the-moment illegal conquests. “No.” You glared but he wasn’t paying attention, busy cleaning his equipment and getting ready to leave. “Can you go back outside and watch the store front?” You nodded, suppressing your fear because you weren’t a pussy. Definitely not.

When you were back outside you watched the room with cautious eyes. The strong wind wasn’t helping, every time a leaf loudly brushed against the stores doors you’d jump a little. You thought about turning on a light but you knew Jungkook would be mad because “electricity bills are a real thing!” You sat on the chair behind the reception desk and shuddered when you felt a cold breeze slip by. Sometime during the eerie silence there was a loud bang from Jungkook’s room. One that had you carefully tip-toeing to his door. “Jungkook? Are you okay?” When he didn’t reply you began to grow worried and opened the door ever so slowly. The lights were off which you found peculiar, you squinted to see what you could make out in the darkness but as you reached for the light switch a hand grabbed yours. You shrieked so loud you might have bursted your own ear drum but your scream fell short as the sound of Jungkook’s laughter had you seething with anger.

“What the fuck?” He was on the floor laughing and you kicked his leg playfully although nothing about your mood was playful. “You’re gonna regret this, you know?” Jungkook looked up at your still frazzled appearance and began to laugh again. You stormed out angrily and heard Jungkook finally begin to stop laughing. “Wait, babe! I’m sorry.” He wasn’t and it was obvious from the small smirk in his voice. “Fuck you, I’m walking home.” You said to him as he stepped out of the room, cheeks flushed with the aftermath of such heavy laughter. “What if the big, bad monster gets you?” He teased and you groaned in frustration throwing one of the pillows on the couch directly at him.

“I mean it, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not because in all honesty Jungkook was an incredible actor but telling him that would just boost his incredibly inflated ego and no one needed that. “I’m still mad but I’m going to allow you to hold my hand because I’m a nice person.” Jungkook looked at you with judgemental eyes, knowing you were lying and needed him to hold your hand because you were absolutely terrified. He let you uphold your act and took your hand in his without protest but things got chaotic again when you were out the door. “Y/N, let go of my hand I need to lock the door.” You clung onto him tighter and he knew he was screwed. “You should’ve thought of that before you scared me.” He tried to wriggle his hand out of yours but you clasped your other hand onto his to stop him. Jungkook was strong enough to get his hand out but he didn’t want to. Your hands were warm and soft and bound to get him murdered if he didn’t lock this door.

“You know, both you and Yoongi scared me today. I can’t catch a break.” You muttered when you got into his car, still rambling about him scaring you. If he knew you were going to cling onto it this much he would’ve never scared you in the first place. “I’ve tried to like Yoongi but I just can’t fuck with negative energy like that. And you, mister, are skating on very thin ice.” Jungkook shook his head, biting back a smile at your exaggeration. “What if I went into cardiac arrest and died, Jungkook? You’d be in jail for manslaughter. Do you know what happens to pretty boys like you in jail?” He was beginning to lose his mind and you were surely doing this on purpose. “Can you shut up for just 5 minutes?” “But what’s the fun in that? Besides, you chose this life.”

“Did you know that cotton candy was made by a dentist? Ironic right? In fact I think he-” Jungkook pinned you onto the wall of your apartment the second you got inside, his lips attached to yours with feverish desire. However, it was not lust that was driving his need to kiss you, it was your ability to continuously talk about absolutely nothing for the entire car ride that drove him insane. “You’re not gonna say a single word this entire night, okay?” His threat fell onto unhearing ears because there was nothing you liked more than a challenge. “And what if I do?” You asked jokingly and Jungkook’s hands tightened around your waist and he brushed his lips across your ear. “Then I’m walking right out that door.”

You knew his threat was legitimate, you two were so painstakingly competitive it was bound to get you in trouble one day. “Fine. I won’t speak, you have my word.” The pun made Jungkook want to push his head into a wall. You knew there was nothing he hated more in the world than your puns. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” You shrugged in response, complying to the no-speaking rule. Jungkook lifted you to your bedroom and as a surprise to literally no one you broke your promise but the only word that slipped from your mouth was Jungkook’s name and he was more than happy to let it.

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unmanageable-day · 4 years ago

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Come to me

PART 26.5 - next

masterlist / previous chapter: 26

Summary. After what happened in a relationship in the past, you found it difficult to trust someone with the gentleman image. ‘Gentleman’ seems like merely a concept and it was probably impossible for someone to be a genuine one. Now that you’re stuck with the number one gentleman at campus for a group project, how would you cope with the one and only Joshua Hong?

Genre. College!au, non-idol!au / friends to lover

Pairing. Joshua x y/n x S.Coups

wc / warning. 1k / prolly grammatical error, and nothing more, i guess? (does mentioning shua’s nickname of the holy jisoos count?? if anyone feels disturbed about it, please do let me know!)

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a/n: i’ve decided to cut this written part into two chapters. hope you still enjoy it, any comments are warmly welcomed! i have this rough draft ready looong time before those smau parts but it took me a while to rewrite it, so it is kinda tricky to connect all the dots hehe

You set the living room as if you were going on a picnic. Instead of a rug or carpet, you used a yoga mat covered with an old scarf—resulting in Joshua quietly laughed at this sudden creativity. The pizza box was wide opened between you and him. Yet what you two had in your hands were two scoops of ice cream. Joshua was the one suggesting to have this salty-sweet-salty-sweet eating pattern.

"Okay. Let's start with... why does everyone call you a gentleman? Oh, I think I've also heard about the holy Jisoos," you trailed off, stirring the ice cream on your cup.

Joshua chuckled. "I honestly have no idea. Some kids made that up. I mean, I do consider myself as a gentle person but I won't even call myself a gentleman."

You nodded slowly, a spoonful of ice cream went into your mouth.

"And, please, stop with the holy Jisoos. If I find out who started that, I think I will commit a murder," he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. No one really had ever said this particular nickname right into his face, but still, it was the one he most despises of.

Unconsciously you watched his expression quite eagerly. It was probably the first rime you caught him making that face. Even he still kept his smile intact and never showed it if he was exhausted during overtime—unlike you who looked like a mess when it was past 9 PM in the office. And it was fascinating to hear him wanting to murder someone. Basically the word murder and his by-default smiley face simply didn't match.

He made eye contact and you were flustered. "Come on, ask me more questions," said him, looking as eager as you.

"Are you always this nice to people? I mean, not even a bad intention once a while?" That was the best filtered words you can arrange. The truth is, you wanted to ask 'are you sure you're not being fake with all that kindness?' but now that you think about it, it sounds very rude.

"I do plot some things. Well, not to random people, but to my friends." He shrugged, but his voice started to sound more excited. After the last bite of his ice cream, he took a slice of pizza. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

Your eyes got widened at that question. How can you not? You squinted your eyes, looking guilty. "You mean how I made you come late to your first class?"

"What? That was you?"

"... yeah?"

He paused. Tilting his head, he looked at you with puzzled expression. He surely remembered his first day of uni and the accident of coming late and getting scolded by one of the most legendary lecturer in campus because of somebody. Apparently he was too shocked to remember who it was.

“I know, I ran away when you went in to Prof. Lee’s class,” you shyly confessed, covering your face with your hands. “And our second meeting was not great either,” you mumbled.

“Was it coffee accident?”

You nodded.

He smiled wide to himself. Looking at you fondly, he continued, “I thought that was our first meeting. But knowing the truth of our first meeting, it was quite fascinating.”

“I know it’s probably too late, but I’m sorry about getting scolded by Prof. Lee and for ruining your white shirt.” You bowed down.

Still smiling, Joshua shook his head, suggesting to never mind it. “Anyway, about that white shirt..” A mischievous grin grew wider. "That’s not my shirt. It's Jeonghan's. Just a few days before my first day going to school, he dropped some ragu sauce on my shirt he wore. I was already plotting something, that was why I wore his clothes, but you unexpectedly did it for me. So..." He made a face, which strangely reminded you of Johnny’s ‘not my problem’ face.

"Wait, what?" You squinted in disbelief. "But you looked mad though?"

"I did?" The bambi eyes widened at your accusation. "Rather than mad, I think I was more shocked. I mean who wouldn't, right?"

Eventually, you two laughed it off. You were glad you cleared at least one unsettled matter with this guy.

"I'll confess one more thing. You can judge me as you please," he spoke rather excitedly and you just nodded. "You know, I often got anonymous love letters in my locker."

"People are still doing that like in Japanese comic?" you commented, holding your laugh.

"I know right. But that's not the point. Those letters, I never read them. Either I just leave it in my locker, or I just throw them away. Or sometimes Seokmin would read it for me, and still they ended up in the trash."

A dramatic gasp left your lips. "Oh my gosh, those poor girls.. Maybe they're just shy, you know? You should give them a chance." Instantly you realized what you said just changed the mood.

“Why don’t you give me a chance?” he calmly retorted.

You chewed your lips, unable to answer him right away.

"Y/N, I'm shy too, but since we were assigned for group project, I encourage myself to talk to you instead of sending anonymous letter." He tried to break the ice.

"Like you, Y/N, they only see me as someone with that too good to be true image. If they really mean it, why not approach me personally? You see, I had bad relationships too. There are many people who only like the way I look, the way I behave. How I don't really voice out, how I never show them if I'm angry, how I always say "it's okay" when things start going bad and "I'm sorry" even when the fault is not mine. They thought I'm 24/7 an angel who is never upset."

A small part of your heart just melted to finally see another side of Joshua Hong. You simply could feel the honesty. It was nice to see the ‘humane’ side of him, to see his emotion as he shared a bit about himself. Now you felt bad for having bad prejudice about him.

"There is one thing I’ve been wondering. Why me?" you asked carefully after observing him catching his breath.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It's just interesting to see you. It looks like there are so many sides of you."

You looked at him, confused.

“When you're with me, do you notice you're very quiet? But when you're with Johnny, you turn into someone else and you express yourself easily. When you're with Mingyu, Seokmin, and Soonyoung, you change again. You play along with them, you get their jokes, overall it's like you're a child again playing with your friends. Then Wonwoo, you used to have that sheepish smile when you talk to him. And when you're with Seungcheol...” Joshua paused, clearing his throat and looked away. “It's clear how you're comfortable with him, you talk freely with him, as if he's an old friend. And the way you smile at him.. how could I not envy him?”

You attentively listened to him while trying to digest everything. You were quite flustered that he paid that much attention to you.

"So I thought, there must be something wrong with me. I was insecure of myself. 'What is it that Seungcheol does better than me?', 'Why the quiet Wonwoo can be close with you while I can't?', 'Am I good enough to be with you?', 'Am I a trust worthy person to you?'. I was always doubting myself whenever I tried to make a move. Especially since Seungcheol butts in."

The pizza was long forgotten as you were drowning in his thoughts.

"If there is one thing I'm lacking, it's confidence. I don't want people to know about that. Also, I'm not really into telling others how I feel, not even to Jeonghan. I tend to bottle up everything instead of expressing my feelings. Then I would overthink, I would be overly sensitive about things. In the end, I wouldn't actually do anything about it. I'm a coward, Y/N." His hands were fiddling with the spoon on his empty cup.

"Y/N, do you like Seungcheol?" he asked suddenly, making you flinched in your seat.

"Honestly it's hard to not to.." you said guiltily. It was such a mystery to you too why you felt guilty. It wasn’t like you and Joshua were something in the first place.

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lifesabe-ch · 5 years ago

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game on - john b. (part 3)

request: can u write about being one of kies friends and u come to visit her for a little and u and john b end up rlly liking each other and u hook up at a keg party or something like that ??? thank uuu

summary: you and your parents decide to come to the outer banks for your summer break, visiting your old friend kiara, but things quickly take a turn when you take a liking to one of her friends

pairings: john b. x reader

warnings: nada

a/n: this part is really cute. I honestly don't even think you'd have to read the other two to read this one, but it fits with what’s happening

PART 1, PART 2

You heard someone knock on your front door. Again.

“Mom,” You call from behind your closed door, “Can you get that?”

After a moment of silence, you sigh, wheeling your desk chair over to your door and cracking it open, “Mom?”

Instead of an answer, you only hear another knock, seemingly a little softer than the others.

Groaning, you pull yourself up, jogging down your stairs as you yell, “Don’t worry, I got it.”

Not bothering to check the peephole, or the window, considering whoever this was has already been waiting ages, you pull open your front door to find John B.

“Uh, hey,” he smiles sheepishly at you, almost appearing kind of nervous.

You frown slightly, looking between him and the flowers he was holding, “I… Did I forget something?”

Before he could respond, your mom comes up behind you, smiling, “Sorry honey, I was in the kitchen. Who’s this?”

You merely look between the two of them, watching as he extends the bouquet to your mom, “Hi, ma’am, these are for you. I’m John B. I was actually hoping you’d let me take your daughter on a date.”

And just like that, your mom was smitten. It took her even less time than you to fall for John B.

Smiling widely at her new flowers, she invited him in, practically shoving you out of the way, “Of course you can take her out! Y/N, why aren’t you dressed for your date?”

You scoff lightly, “Because I didn’t know I had a date to get dressed for.”

Pulling him with her to the kitchen, she shooed you upstairs, “Go! Don’t keep the poor boy waiting too long! Now about these flowers...”

Rolling your eyes, you hurried back up the stairs, closing the door to your room behind you. Not only was John B. in your house, he was taking you on a date. Suddenly all the clothes in your closet were too ugly to wear.

After dressing yourself confidently, you walked towards your kitchen, laughter coming from inside. Peaking your head around the doorframe, you noted that your mom had already placed the flowers in a vase with water, and gotten John B. a glass of lemonade.

“Aw, Y/N, you look nice! Come on, give us a little twirl.”

Sighing lightly, you spin around for the two of them, before holding out your hand for John B. to take, “You ready?”

He nods, grabbing your hand as he stands, absentmindedly interlocking his fingers with yours.

Your mother hurriedly follows the two of you as you pull him back towards the front door, phone already in hand, “Wait! Can’t I get a picture before you two go?”

You groan, shoving him out before you, waving at her over your shoulder, “No, mom. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Mrs. Y/L/N! I’ll have your daughter back before 11, like you said!”

Sighing, you closed the door behind you, flashing him a look.

“What?”

“You’re such a kiss ass.”

Laughing lightly, he playfully shoves you, his arms coming to rest around your shoulders, “Shut up. You look gorgeous, by the way.”

“Do I not always?” You tease, shaking your head before continuing. “Thanks. You were no help, barely giving me any time to get ready.”

“You looked perfect even before you went up to get ready.”

Blushing lightly, you roll your eyes at him as he moves to open the door of his mystery-machine-looking van for you. Taking the time to look him over, you notice he was more put together than usual, his swishy shorts being replaced by a pair of khaki ones, his shirt still the short sleeved button down but much less messy and, surprisingly, buttoned up almost fully. He did look good, you had to admit.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” You point out as you hop into the van, noting the cute smile he gives you as he closes the door.

Getting in on the drivers side, he turns the key in the ignition, suddenly seeming a bit nervous again, “Look, I’m sorry if this is weird. I wanted to call you but I realized that I don’t even have your number, and I couldn’t exactly ask Kie, and you pointed out your house to me the day I was giving you a tour so--”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” You shrug, waving him off, “I admit, the flowers for my mom were maybe a little much, but I don’t mind.”

“They were actually for you, she just looked like she wanted them more,” he laughs, pulling back out of the driveway, as he talks.

Buckling your seatbelt, you shake your head, “So the next time you have flowers for me and you see some girl who looks like she wants them more, you’re just gonna give them to her?”

He grins, and it surprises you. You had hoped that’d trip him up even just a little. But nope.

He was smooth as ever, quickly retorting, “Thinking about next time already, huh?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, keeping your eyes on the window as he drives.

As soon as John B. parked the car, he was out and around to open the door for you. But as he tugs on the handle, it doesn’t open.

“Did you lock the doors?”

“No! Why would I—”

Before you can respond, John B. goes back to pulling the handle. This time, he pulls too hard, and the handle comes off in his hand.

You gasp, staring at him through the closed window. He doesn’t say anything, but rather stares at the handle in his hand.

It takes him a few seconds to process what he’s done, before he goes around to open the drivers side door again. You’re already hopping out by the time he gets there, laughing at the handle in his hand.

“Someone got a little bit too excited.”

Placing the handle inside his car, he shook his hand, “Off to a great start. I’ll have to get that fixed.”

He took your hand, pulling you with him down to the beach, where a blanket sat crumpled and sandy.

Atop the blanket sat a seemingly forgotten meal. A tray was balanced on top of a pizza box, both covered in sticky pink liquid. The tray itself held two cones, obviously no longer serving their purpose. You couldn't tell, but by the way the top of the box was caved in, you had a feeling the pizza was ruined too.

“Wow, this looks…” you start, but can’t finish.

“Bad.” He says.

Glancing over at him, the guilt on his face is contagious. You didn’t do this, but you might as well have.

You shake your head, leaning down to grab a can of beer, the only thing seemingly untouched by the melted ice cream, “At least we still have this, right?”

Popping it open, you bring it to your lips to take a sip. Instant regret is felt, the warm liquid filling your mouth as you refused to swallow.

“It’s warm, isn’t it?”

You shake your head, mouth closed.

“You want to spit it out, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you agree, but take one large gulp and it’s in your stomach.

He sighs, he looked around for something, anything, that wasn't ruined. You heard him mumbling to himself as he did so, annoyance clear as day on his features.

“Fucking Pope. Couldn’t even… Goddammit. They give away scholarships for breathing now, apparently.”

Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, you pull him back to you, “Hey.”

As he makes eye contact with you, you flash him a small smile, “Breathe. Okay? This isn’t that bad.”

Pulling the blanket out from under the ruined food, you shake out the sand, holding it up for John B. to see.

“Look? Okay? The blanket’s okay! That’s really all we need. I mean, the food was a nice thought but the blanket’s enough.”

“What?”

“John B.,” you say, “This is a really nice blanket. I honestly think we’ll be super comfortable.”

“We’re just gonna sit and talk? You don’t want to eat, at all?”

“Well, I didn’t think we were going to be doing any talking.”

“What the hell did you think…” He pauses as he takes in the suggestive look written on your features.

“Oh.”

You nod, “Yeah. Why else would you pick me up?”

That statement alone was enough to offend him, making him scoff lightly, “For a date?”

“You… were serious?”

“Wow. That’s great,” he mumbles, moving to pick up the trash off the sand.

“John B.,” you trail behind him as he tosses it into a nearby garbage can.

“You seriously thought I brought you here just to hook up with you?”

Shrugging sheepishly, you nod, “It’s not like we haven’t before. I thought that's what we were. Fuck buddies?”

“I don’t want to just hook up with you.”

“You want to hook up with other people too? John, you didn’t need to set up a beach dinner to tell me that.”

“No! I’m saying I don’t want to hook up with you,” He yells, his tone more annoyed than he probably meant to be.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you ignore the tears beginning to brim your eyes. You never took yourself as a sensitive person, but here you were.

“Fine,” You said, turning on your heel to walk off in the direction of the parking lot. If he didn’t want to see you, he wouldn’t have to, you decided. You would walk home.

You heard him groan from behind you, running to catch up, “Y/N, where are you going?”

“Look,” you started, turning to face him, “If you didn’t want to hook up with me anymore, you could’ve just said it. You didn’t have to bring me all the way here and—”

John B. cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, arm winding around your waist. You didn’t even close your eyes for the short duration of it, shoving him off you as quickly as possible.

“What’re you doing?!”

Given that your reaction was not the one he had hoped for, he took a tentative step back, “I… kissing you? That always works in the movies...”

You huff, shaking your head, “If we were in a movie, none of this would be happening! You’re literally breaking off whatever the hell we have going on and I feel like an idiot—”

“Can you listen to me? For two seconds?”

“I’m literally talking right now.”

“I know! Shut up! I’m not trying to break up with you. We’re not together. Which is what I brought you here to talk about. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be just some guy you hook up with.”

You were silent as you let his words sink in. If that were true… you had been going off on him for the past minute for absolutely no reason.

A chuckle bubbles out of you, your hand moving to cover your mouth as you start laughing. He starts laughing too, and the two of you don’t stop until you need to breathe.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” You start.

“No, I’m sorry for bringing you on this shitty date.”

You wave him off, not wanting to make him feel worse than he already felt, “Surprisingly, I’ve been on shittier dates.”

He raised his brows in question, “Really?”

“Yep. He brought his brother.”

“Yikes,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

You nodded knowingly, stretching out the blanket for the two of you to sit down on.

As you sat besides him, he lifted his arm, allowing you to lean into his side. The two you stayed silent for a moment, the scene panned out before you. As the sun began to set, the waves crashed gently on the shore.

You laced your fingers with his, sighing gently as you rested your head against his chest.

“You know? I can’t swim,” you say, and he looks at you incredulously.

“Seriously?”

“No, but it was too quiet,” you say smiling. He watches the ocean.

“Tell me something about you. Something no one else knows.”

You think for a minute, letting yourself thoroughly ponder your answer before speaking, “I really love oranges.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he stares down at you, “That’s not something no one else knows!”

“Yes it is!” You defend. “When I was younger, I went around telling everyone that I hated oranges. I used to make it out to be such a big thing. I wouldn’t touch anything with orange in it. Not orange juice, tangerines, sherbet, popsicles, orange chicken. And it stuck. So now I have to eat them in secrecy. Everyone thinks I hate them, even Kie. But I don’t. I really love oranges. Like, a nice juicy seedless orange.”

He laughs lightly at your answer, “I bought the wrong type of dessert then.”

“What’d you buy?”

“The strawberry ice cream from—”

“The store down the road from Kie’s job?” You finish, pulling back from his chest to fully look at him.

He nods slightly, “Yeah.”

“I only mentioned that once—”

“When I was giving you the tour. ‘Oh my god, the strawberry ice cream from there is hands down the best I’ve ever had!’And then you moved and never touched strawberry ice cream again.”

As you watched him, pure adoration shone in your eyes. Maybe the bar was set pretty low, but he remembered something you had mentioned in passing. Something you didn’t even think twice about. But he did. He thought about it and he went and bought it for this little date he had set up for the two of you. Then he went to your house, gave your mom flowers, and drove the two of you here just so he could tell you he wanted to do more than just hookup with you.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling yourself onto his lap as you kissed his lips lightly.

John B. grinned at you, hazel eyes melting yours as you stared into them, “What was that for?”

“That was for giving my mom flowers. So don’t expect one for every date.”

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feverishbangtan · 4 years ago

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of migraines and other things

It’s 2:30am here but I’m finally done with it! Here’s some sick Yoongi for you all!

Sickie: Yoongi

Caretaker: mainly Seokjin and Hoseok

Word count: 3170

TW: emeto

"Welcome back to Korea! What are your plans for the next week?" One reporter yells loudly.

Someone else shoves their camera into the members' faces, trying to get a good shot of them.

"How was the last concert? How are you feeling now?"

"Are you working on a new album right now?"

Questions upon questions are being thrown their way but the members ignore them, giving a tight-lipped smile at most.

Seokjin has a scowl on his face, obviously annoyed and stressed with the situation. But his hand on Yoongi's back is gentle as he guides him through the packed airport.

Reporters eagerly awaited their return from Tokyo, the last stop of the Asian tour leg before they'll have a one week break.

Fansites of the boys gathered there as well. They are a lot more tiring to deal with. While the reporters stay in one place, taking pictures of the members and throwing questions at them, the fansites follow them around the airport, invading their space and shoving their cameras into their faces.

Seokjin ignores them, his attention divided between moving forward and the man next to him.

Yoongi suddenly stops walking and Seokjin nearly stumbles into him. His hand moves up to rest on Yoongi's neck, squeezing gently as he leans down to inspect the smaller.

"What's wrong Yoongi-yah? C'mon, just a bit more and we'll be out of this crowd," he encourages. Yoongi swallows visibly and nods, grabbing Seokjin's hand as they continue walking.

They only make it a few more steps before Yoongi stops again, squeezing Seokjin's hand to make him stop as well.

"Hyung-" Yoongi inhales shakily and swallows hard. He squints his eyes behind the sunglasses, the noise and bright lights irritating his migraine.

"I- I'm gonna be sick," he breaths out, trying to suppress the urge to throw up last night's dinner in the middle of the airport.

"You- what? Like, now? You have to puke now?" The panic is evident in how Seokjin's voice rises a few octaves.

Yoongi screws his eyes shut, trying to breathe through his nose as he presses a hand to his mask-covered mouth.

"I- okay. Just- Let's just- Let's go over there. You can sit down on the chairs, maybe that'll help," Seokjin suggests desperately, tugging the younger in the right direction.

The crowd seems to calm down a little as more airport security personnel arrives. Seokjin lost view of the others shortly after they left the plane but he knows they must be a few steps ahead of them.

Just as they reach the seating area, Yoongi starts gagging. He pulls the mask under his chin when he realizes it's inevitable, mouth already watering and the taste of vomit in the back of his throat.

Instead of sitting down on the chairs, as Seokjin suggested earlier, Yoongi leans over the big trash can, dry heaving a few times as he tries to fight it. He spits out the saliva and burps, whole body tensing as he tries to not throw up in such a public place. All the effort is futile, though, when he burps again and it brings up a stream of puke.

Seokjin stands in front of the smaller man, trying to shield him from the cameras that are still pointed at them, while simultaneously rubbing his back to comfort him.

"It's fine. It'll be okay," he tries to reassure the younger.

Once Yoongi is finally able to breathe again without gagging, Seokjin asks: "Are you done?"

Yoongi nods and uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

"Okay, then... Do you need to sit down for a bit? Or are you alright to leave?" Seokjin assesses their surroundings. There are still a lot of people and even with the security they have, it would be a mess to walk through that crowd.

One of their managers walks up to them, looking worried as he eyes the rapper. "There's a VIP lounge down that way," he tells them, pointing in the right direction, "The others are already waiting there and you can stay until the mass dissipates."

They move slowly and Seokjin's hold on Yoongi is tight. The younger has his eyes cast downward, trusting his hyung completely. The airport security does a good job, keeping all the people away from them and they arrive at the lounge quickly.

Seokjin sits Yoongi down on one of the couches, not paying any attention to the other members watching them worriedly.

Hoseok crouches down in front of Yoongi, gently placing his hands on the elder's knees to get his attention.

"How are you feeling, hyung?" He asks so quietly even Seokjin, who sits right next to him, barely hears him.

"Head hurts... and still nauseous," Yoongi mumbles and closes his eyes.

The loud noises and bright lights surely don't help his migraine at all.

Taehyung had given him his sunglasses before they left for the airport in the morning and Jimin had given him his noise-canceling headphones. Yoongi had to take off the headphones because he felt too disoriented when he had left the plane, but the shades were helpful.

They all feel bad for Yoongi. They felt horrible when they found out he had a migraine, knowing how bad they tend to get for the rapper. Jungkook had tried giving him medicine but that didn't help at all. The maknae felt a bit guilty, thinking he should've known this would happen when Yoongi and he went out for a midnight snack the night before and Yoongi ended up eating even more than him. But Yoongi was sure to reassure him that it wasn't his fault at all and there's nothing any of them could've done. He'd just have to push through it.

Pushing through it is a lot harder to do, though. Especially with how overwhelmed he felt when they walked through the airport. Now that he can rest in the quiet lounge it's a bit better and the members make an effort to be quiet.

"We'll be home soon and then you can rest," Hoseok promises.

He squeezes Yoongi's knees but the older tenses and groans. Right, Hoseok thinks, sensitivity to touch.

They all just sit there in silence for a while. Almost an hour later someone informs their manager that they got the crowd to leave and it is safe for the members to head out to their cars.

Jimin and Taehyung stay close to Yoongi, helping him maneuver out of the airport and into the backseat of the car. The ride home takes another hour or so and they are all exhausted. Jungkook ends up falling asleep and Yoongi wishes he could, too. He wants nothing more than to sleep but that is an impossible task in the moving car. He's very relieved when they finally stop at the gates of the big building their shared apartment is in.

Jungkook and Namjoon take Yoongi's bags so he doesn't have to carry them. Once inside, no one turns the lights on. It's late afternoon anyway, and there's still enough sunlight to illuminate the rooms. Hoseok drops his bags in the entrance in favor of helping Yoongi to his room.

"Do you want to shower first?" he asks as Yoongi slowly slips out of his pants.

"Can't. Head hurts too much," Yoongi whispers and crawls into his bed once he's changed.

"Okay, rest well hyung." Hoseok quietly closes the door to let the older sleep peacefully.

—

Later that evening Hoseok sneaks back into Yoongi's room. No one has heard even the slightest noise from him and the younger rapper is getting a little bit worried.

Yoongi looks up at him sleepily when Hoseok opens the door. He must've just woken up, hair messy and face flushed.

"Hi hyung, how are you?" Hoseok keeps his voice down in case Yoongi’s head is still hurting.

The older hums, "my head's feeling better. Thank you for asking Seok-ah."

His head doesn't feel like it's going to explode anymore but there's still a dull pounding behind his eyes.

Hoseok smiles brightly, happy that Yoongi's feeling better. "Good! Jin-hyung made dinner, do you want me to bring you some?"

The smile slips off his face when Yoongi shakes his head and burps into his fist.

"I'm not hungry. Actually, I'm still a little nauseous. I'll shower and go back to sleep."

"Maybe it's nausea from not eating all day. I'll tell Jin-hyung to bring you something." Hoseok leaves before Yoongi can even open his mouth.

He doesn't think he feels nauseous because he hasn't eaten all day. It feels different but not quite like before when he felt sick because of his migraine. Maybe he caught a bug or something.

Seokjin comes into the room after announcing his presence with a hard knock on the door.

"Yoongichi, Hoseok-ah said you're feeling sick?" He places a bowl on the nightstand.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, mustering the younger. Yoongi looks pale and generally unwell. Seokjin purses his lips as he presses the back of his hand to Yoongi's forehead.

"You feel warm. I think you have a fever," he announces, "Try to eat a little bit, and then you can go back to sleep."

Yoongi is hesitant to try the stew. His stomach feels tight and queasy. But Seokjin insists so he tries it.

It was a mistake. Yoongi knew it was a mistake but he tried it anyway and now he regrets it.

"I-" is all he manages to get out before he gags into his hands, luckily unproductive.

Seokjin curses and looks around the room. He grabs the trash can and shoves it under Yoongi's chin.

"I shouldn't have made you eat. I'm sorry, Yoongichi," the older apologizes and rubs Yoongi's back when he gags again. Seokjin pats his back to move the process along when he retches unproductively once more. With another heave, he throws up the little bit of stew he had. His stomach stops rumbling and it makes him feel a little bit better, nausea subsiding for now.

Seokjin grabs the bottle of water Yoongi always has on his bedside table and pours him a glass, "here, drink a little bit."

Yoongi's hands are a little bit shaky when he grabs it. He takes tiny sips, just enough to get rid of the horrid taste in his mouth before he gives it back to Seokjin. He doesn't try eating any more after that and Jin doesn't bug him about it.

Yoongi takes a shower and curls back up in his bed right after. He's exhausted and all he wants is to sleep. It's getting late anyway and all of the members must've been tired because it's very quiet in the dorm, all of them probably asleep by now.

—

Yoongi can't have been asleep for more than an hour when he jolts awake again.

His stomach lurches and saliva gathers in his mouth. It takes him a few moments to collect himself and realize what's happening.

He jumps out of bed and sprints to the bathroom. He barely makes it in time before he's bent over the toilet and throws up the water he had earlier before going to sleep. This isn't how Yoongi planned for the night to go. He just wants to sleep off the bug and feel better in the morning but it doesn't look like that is going to happen.

Even after he brought up everything that was left in his stomach, Yoongi still feels nauseous. He just took a shower earlier but his skin is already coated in sweat again. It makes his hair stick to his forehead and his clothes feel like they are glued to his body. It's very uncomfortable on his sensitive feverish skin.

Still feeling sick he does not dare move away from the toilet. And it turns out that is a good idea. Just as Yoongi's dozing off again, back leaning against the cold tile wall, a nauseating burp leaves his lips. Then another before he scrambles back over the toilet. Continuous unproductive heaves make his body shake. It's tiring and painful, his stomach cramping and his throat raw.

Yoongi doesn't realize when the door opens. He only notices that he isn't alone anymore when a soothing hand rubs up and down the length of his back.

"Ah, Yoongi-yah. I don't think you have anything left to throw up." Seokjin's soft voice whispers.

Yoongi isn’t loud when he throws up but Seokjin has always been a light sleeper so it’s no surprise he woke up. The younger has half a mind to feel bad about it, considering that none of them have gotten a lot of sleep lately and this is the first night they can all rest at home and don't need to worry about a schedule in the morning. But he doesn’t have time to dwell on that thought when his stomach cramps again and forces up a trickle of bile.

"I'll be right back," Seokjin promises and leaves the bathroom.

Yoongi wipes his lips with toilet paper but he doesn't have the energy to get up and wash the rancid taste off of his tongue. Instead, he just leans back against the wall, shivering at the cold seeping through his shirt.

When Seokjin comes back he brings pillows and blankets with him. He spreads them out on the floor and makes Yoongi lay down on the thick duvets. Jim puts one of them around Yoongi, who curls up underneath it, trying to get warm. He knows it’s probably just the fever making him feel so cold when his skin actually feels warm to touch.

"Here, drink a bit. It'll make you feel better." Seokjin pushes a water bottle into his shaky hands.

Yoongi takes a few careful sips but not enough to upset his tummy again.

Jin hands him a small pill. "Try to take this, too. It'll help with the nauseous feeling," he instructs and Yoongi swallows it with another sip of water.

"Thank you, hyung," the younger murmurs and curls up in the nest Seokjin created for him.

Seokjin stays with him throughout the night. He knows not to be too overbearing with the rapper, that would just make him uncomfortable. Yoongi can take care of himself, and Seokjin knows that but he doesn't want to leave him all alone.

So he stays, reminding the younger to drink a little bit whenever he wakes and staying next to him when Yoongi has to throw up again.

In the morning they're both even more exhausted than before. Yoongi from getting sick all night and Seokjin from waking up every hour to take care of him.

—

Namjoon is the one to find them in the morning. He walks into the bathroom, rubs the sleep from his eyes, and yawns. He jumps in surprise when he sees both Seokjin and Yoongi sleeping on the floor.

Namjoon goes to crouch down next to the eldest, shaking Jin's shoulder. "Hyung. Hyung, wake up."

Seokjin blinks up blearily at him. He looks around himself before recognition settles on his features. He puts a finger to his lips, signaling Namjoon to be quiet.

"Hyung, you should go to bed," Namjoon whispers and glances at Yoongi, "both of you."

Jin untangles himself from the sheets carefully, freezing for a second when Yoongi makes a noise in his sleep. Once he settles again, Seokjin gets up.

"Did you sleep here all night?" Namjoon asks, thinking about how uncomfortable that must've been.

Seokjin only nods tiredly as he walks up to the sink and splashes water into his face, waking himself up. He turns around and leans his back against the counter, mustering Yoongi, considering what to do next.

Eventually, he sighs and kneels back down, shaking the younger awake. "Yoongichi. Yoongi," he murmurs, "wake up. It's morning. You should go back to bed."

Yoongi grumbles but opens his eyes, blinking sleepily up at the two members standing over him.

"Good morning hyung!" Namjoon greets him happily. Yoongi does not return the cheerfulness.

"Yoongi-yah, you should go to bed. Sleep some more. I'll bring you breakfast later," Seokjin promises.

However, Yoongi turns back around, cuddling into the pillow, "I'll just sleep here. This is good enough."

Namjoon shakes his shoulder again, rougher than Seokjin. "No, hyung. You should go to bed or your back will hurt."

Yoongi lays still for a bit longer, debating on whether it really is worth it. He's achy and tired and just wants to sleep. He already spent all night on the bathroom floor so why can't they just let him rest there for a few more hours.

But there’s that tiny rational part of his brain that's trying to get his attention. Yelling at him that they're right and that he'll regret sleeping on this hard cold floor, even with all the bedding he's laying on. He should gather his leftover energy and drag himself back into his bedroom and sleep there instead.

Seokjin helps him back to his room and tucks him. He then places a bucket next to Yoongi's bed - just in case. He leaves with another promise to bring him something to eat later and get-well wishes.

—

Yoongi sleeps for most of the day. The fever and puking are taking a toll on his body and it leaves him tired and aching. He still has to throw up occasionally but it's less frequent than it was during the night.

The other members wake him up to give him something to drink - "You don't want to get dehydrated on top of this, hyung!" Jimin reminded him earlier.

Seokjin didn't want to be too obvious about it but he is worried. Yoongi has been throwing up for two days already and he still has a fever.

"How is he?" Hoseok asks when Jin walks into the living room.

He looks up to see everyone gathered on the couch. Seokjin sighs, "Not so good. He's still warm and he threw up again just now. If he's not better by morning I think I'll take him to the doctor."

"Hmm," Namjoon hums, "he doesn't usually get this sick."

"He doesn't usually get sick at all..." Jungkook mutters. It's obvious that they're all just as worried as Seokjin is.

"I'm sure hyung will be better soon!" Taehyung tries to look at it positively. The others agree with him, hoping he’s right.

—

That night Yoongi spends in his bed instead of the bathroom floor. He hasn't thrown up in a few hours, to everyone's relief. His fever finally breaks during the night and even though he's very sweaty and uncomfortable in the morning, he feels better.

Yoongi's still a bit weak and shaky and he refuses the meat Taehyung offers him for breakfast. "I don't think I can stomach that yet, but thank you Taehyung-ah."

He actually manages a smile and Taehyung is glad to see that his hyung is feeling better. They all are.

#sick yoongi #bts sickfic #this is my first yoongi sickfic?? hello??#i hope you guys enjoy it

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Kinktober - Day 20

20/31 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Prompt: Edging Warnings: 18+, eating out, not proofread, WHY do my Poe shorts always turn into a whole oneshot? The jet in question is made up, somewhere between an X-Wing and the Millenium Falcon in size.

Masterlist

He was hanging out in his pilot seat after cleaning the console and getting BB to a mechanic after the chaotic last mission. Staring into space, or rather the hangar, made for some good passtime. Maybe because he was thinking about someone specific. In his peripheral vision he noticed a person in a black resistance uniform skirt and a big cozy sweater in orange, walking right towards his jet. Oh shit, act normal, act normal, uuuh, open the cable outlet, pretend you're working, act normal.

A soft knock against metal was audible behind him and he looked around to see you. You hair was a little messed up and your eyes were missing some of that sparkle. "What's up, dove?" He stuck his cleaning supplies into a corner and turned around. "Can I just...hang out with you for a while?" You mumbled and looked down. You were on the shy side of things, but this was unlike you. You never looked down all sad. You were sensitive, but you usually stood your ground. "Of course, c'mere." He opened his arms towards you and you gave in with an exhausted sigh. You sat down on his lap and got one of his bear hugs, the extra loving ones. "Wait...is that my sweater?" He looked down at your top. "Yeah, you left it in mission control last week." You mumbled and fidgeted with the sleeves. "Looks good on you." He smiled at you and got a tiny smile back. A little win for now. "What has you so upset, dove?" His hand wandered over your back soothingly, just in case. "They wanna put me off mission control again." You whispered. "But that's the only position you're comfortable with after what happened last year." He frowned at the weird decisions his colleagues made. "I don't know. I'd love to fly again, but not for missions. You know?" You looked at him and saw full attention puppy eyes directed at you. "Yeah. I know." He pushed some of your baby hair aside. You cleared your throat and looked down at your hands again, "So...what did you do today?" "Cleaned the inside of the jet and relaxed a bit after that disaster recently." He chuckled and watched you take in how his jet looked. "You already know when you're out again?" You asked curiously. "Nope. Besides, BB needs a break anyway." He chuckled and you smiled at that. "Man, I wish I had a companion like that again." You mumbled and felt a hand laid on yours to stop fidgeting. "BB likes you too, you can kidnap him anytime I don't need him in the jet." Another nod from you. "Did you plan on doing anything tonight?" You looked up at him and he shook his head. "We could fly to the station and hang out there." He suggested the space station hangar that hovered above the base in space. "Yeah, we could." You looked out into the hangar and sighed again. "What else is on your mind, dove?" He pulled you closer. "Nothing. Just random stuff." You murmured. "You're a bad liar, you know that?" He chuckled and put a kiss into your hair. "Yeah. No, I just felt a little lonely recently, that's all." Ouch, that's not what he wants you to feel like. "In which regard?" He whispered. "I think love. Nothing ever works out how it's supposed to. But whatever...guess it's not the right time." You mumbled and cuddled yourself into his sweater a bit more. "You deserve a perfect date, sweetheart." He felt a nod. "Mind if I give you that?" He chuckled and didn't get a reaction for a second. "But you're my friend." "I'll be whatever you want me to be, dove." "Okay. Yeah." "Poe! You fly like a reckless idiot!" You yelled into the headset and heard him laugh before flying another trick making you shriek. "I'd like to keep today's food in." You answered and felt the acceleration of the jet upwards. "Poe...don't you-" "I won't, I won't. Don't need you to make a mess in my jet. Just cleaned it." He chuckled. You landed in the space hangar and sat down at the giant windows looking towards the planet. "I'll never get tired of this." You smiled at the view and he looked over to see the sparkle in your eyes being restored again. "Yeah, me neither." He could look at you forever. "Forest planets are so magnificent from above." He watched you trace the little river lines in the air. "Yeah, they are homey." He smiled down at it too. "D'you ever wanna settle down?" You looked over at him expectantly. "Yeah. I think so." His posture turned more relaxed. "With a mini version of you running around?" You chuckled and he looked over. "Maybe. Sounds like a good life." He mumbled. "I hope it's over soon. The war and all the destruction." You mumbled. "Me too. Three missions a week are starting to get stressful." A giggle was shared. "Agreed. You're getting grumpy after two." You smiled so hard your eyes crinkled. "Glad you don't get tired of me." "Never. You're a chaotic dumbass. If I get anything from you, it's high blood pressure." A loving smirk was directed at you and you noticed that you liked him looking at you like that. A little too much. "So what's part of a good date in your opinion?" "I don't know. I never really liked any of the ones I've been on." He scooted closer next to you and put an arm around you, "I'm not gonna lie...I'm not surprised by that." "Why?" "They're all about credits spent, not memories made." "I guess you're right." You nodded and looked down at the forest again. "And most of them want a servant, not a wife." He mumbled. "True." "And most of them wouldn't bother asking what you want and only think about themselves." "Damn, Dameron, relax." You laughed at his consistent trashing. "I'm just saying. If he's not interested in going places and making you go blind in bed, don't even bother." He shrugged and you grinned, looking down at your hands. "Yeah, can't relate." You mumbled and chuckled. His hand angled your face to look up again, "You sure about that?" "Am I?" You murmured and felt his lips on yours in seconds. Your hands wandered through his soft hair as you were grabbed closer. "Finally." He whispered against your lips. "Huh?" "Do you know how hard it is to not turn into a complete idiot around you?" You grinned, "That's just your nature overall." "Excuse you?" He looked at you offended. "BB is half the brains." You shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't tell him that. Don't wanna inflate his ego." He smirked at you, noticing your tiny lip bite. "Since we already have the going places part down...how about the making you go blind part?" He murmured into your ear and made your face heat up. "Poe!" You slapped him. "I don't hear a no." He grinned with closed eyes. "C'mon, has anyone ever said no to you?" You asked. "Yeah. A lot of people. But I'd rather get a No than no answer at all, you know?" He whispered and sent goosebumps down your spine. "Yeah. Okay." You nodded and were picked up gently, grabbing onto him. "Hmm, can you always carry me everywhere?" You asked with a giggle. "I'll think about it." You were set down in his pilot seat. You made grabby hands up at him but got a smirk back, "I'm convinced those uniforms are made that way for a reason." He got down in front of you, making you relax, kissing up your legs, gently pressing them apart. His hands pulled down your underwear, throwing it somewhere on the console behind him, before pushing up your skirt. His hands pinned your legs against the sides of the chair, his lips traced the insides of your legs, making you whimper. "Relax, baby girl." He murmured before licking a stripe up your core. You held your sweater-pawed hands in front of your mouth to not whimper again. You were convinced that he knew what he was doing, "Oh my-" Tension built up slowly in your lower body as his fingers dove into your hole, making you squeal muffled through the sweater-pawed hands. His hand let go of one of your legs and placed one of your hands in his hair before going back to pinning down your leg. You grabbed into his hair with his every movement, pushing his face closer to your core. "Please." You whimpered and squirmed. Your legs began shaking more and more as the tension in your core began to become unbearable. "Kriff!" You moaned out and arched your back as he sucked at your sweet spot. "Poe, please! Oh my universe!" You squirmed and shook in his pilot seat more and more, feeling the release so close, but then everything seized. "Huh?" You looked at him and he licked his lips looking up at you. "I said going blind." He winked before kissing your thighs again until your sensitivity went down a little. "You're cute when you try to hold yourself back from moaning. You're gonna scream by the time I'm done with you." He gave you a dark smirk making you shiver. He started off slowly again, making you whimper and pull at his hair. Followed by more and more desperate pleas. "Please, please!" You whimpered and arched your back moaning. "Please make me-" He stopped again and you started to become frustrated. "Don't throw a tantrum baby, sometimes good things need patience." He grinned like a school boy. "You better outdo anyone I've ever encountered." You mumbled annoyed as he bit his lip. "You're hot when you're pissed off." He murmured before buring his face between your tighs again. "Poe, please." You were so sensitive that him starting slow was already too much to bare. He sucked on your sweet spot abruptly, making you scream out and push his face against you with both hands. "Oh, shit. Oh, kriff. Oh, yes." You felt how he struggled to keep your legs pinned down as your body got a life of it's own. "Please, don't do it again. Please!" Your voice started shaking as your body went into overload. Now you understood what he meant with screaming. This tension felt so much deeper. Rooted in deeper places and about to explode into bigger pleasure. "Poe. Poe? Please!" You moaned and moaned as he devoured you. It was like an electric shock went through you, making you scream out his name, arch your back unnaturally deeply and feeling yourself gushing wetness onto the seat. Indeed, almost losing awareness for a second. "I'm taking back that I said that I don't need you to make a mess in my jet, because I absolutely needed you to." He grinned at you, touching and kissing you gently as you calmed down again. "That was...like transcending into a different dimension." You said still panting and got a macho smirk back. "Can't say I'm that good at returning the favor." You bit your lip. "As long as your lips are around my dick, I don't give a fuck about how good you are." He murmured before you both changed places.

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