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bjornswoman · 3 years ago

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His bride

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! It took me a long timw to finish this one, because I wrote it and deleted it then. It just never seemed perfect. I think that it is nice now. I hope you like it. Thanks for your support. Take care and have a good day!

Pairing: Modern!Ubbe x Reader.

Genre: Modern!au, drama, angst, romance.

Summary: Ubbe and you are getting married.

Warnings: None.

You looked at yourself through the mirror. You looked like a porcelain doll. A princess. The white bridal dress fitted perfectly on your body. It hugged your curves like it should do. Your hair was up in a tightly bun and a veil covered your face. The engagement diamond ring was wrapped tightly around your finger and burning was finger. In a day like this one, your wedding's day, you should be more than happy, but there you stood, looking sad and troubled. This wedding was just a covering. A way for both Ubbe and you to get away of difficult situations.

Your family was the type of family that wanted you or better pressured you to marry. But no any man. A man that would be the right for you. The man who they would choose. That man should be rich, famous, from a 'good' family. You had enough of their bullshit. Well, you had married once due to their pressure. That man was nothing like what you had seen at first. He was a lawyer, a famous one. You thought that he was kind and he would treat you fair, but it was nothing like what you thought. Mason was a drunk. He treated you like you were trash. He had even hit you once and of course that was the moment you divorced him. Your stupid family considered it as an unfortunate moment and tried to find another man that was suitable for you.

You would bear someone like Mason again, so you made a deal with Ubbe who had to marry a good woman for his own reasons. It all happened a night, at a bar. You had never spoken to him before, but you knew him because of his younger brother, Hvitserk. Hvitserk and you were friends and he took his brother, Ubbe, to the bar you used to hang out. That night you were extremely upset with them, because they arranged for you to meet a man. He was sitting on a stool next to you listening to you rumbling about your damned life.

"I just can't relive all this." You had said and downed the liquid that was in your glass. His blue eyes had never left your face. Also, he wasn't bored of your rumbling, he listened to you sipping from his whiskey without interrupt you a bit. You had told him all the story. Everything that he had to know.

"You and me aren't so different us both of us thought." Ubbe had started saying and placed the glass on the table before both of you. "You know my father had built a great empire which me and my brothers have inherited. But there is a little detail that prevents us from taking it. Each brother has to be married in order to take his past of Ragnar's heritage. So to take my share I have to be married and I am not. And you know my mother has to check her, to see whether she's right or not." He continued, shocking you. If he hadn't told you about it, you would have never guessed that he had to marry somebody for taking his share of the heritage. "I am thinking of something a while now." After this he paused for some time. "I feel kind of weird because of what I am proposing to you, but it seems a fair solution for us both. Both of us need to marry for our own reasons. I propose to marry each other for four months. This wedding will be a lie, for me to take my share and for you to gain some money and leave your family behind. What do you thing about it, (Y/N)?" He had asked and drank some of the whiskey inside his glass.

You should have said no. You shouldn't have agreed. But what he was saying was tempting and reasoning. You would be free and away from your family. You agreed and after that night everything happened before you could understand that they were happening.

You signed a contract and for the next two months you fake-dated, but much to you surprise you were going to restaurants or bars and talked. You talked more than him. He liked listening to you. But when you asked him about himself he was hesitated. He wasn't the kind of man who talked about himself. You had only understood he was married before with a woman but he divorced that woman for reasons that were unknown to you. Also, you knew he wanted to have a big family that would have a lot of children. He loved children. Instead of leaving you alone all these two months that you were supposed to date, you were hanging out like two friends would do.

And then happened the worst thing that could have happened; you fell in love with Ubbe. This thing was hurtful, because you knew that Ubbe would never feel the same thing for you. You were desperately in love with him and this wedding wasn't helpful.

Your parents were more than happy because you had chosen a man like Ubbe. Rich, kind, reasonable, famous, coming from such a family. They couldn't see the state you were in. Instead of being happy and blissful, you were miserable and sad. You loved the man you were going to marry because of a deal. This wedding was fake and he didn't love you, but you did and all this thing had become way more complicated than it had already been since the beginning.

You couldn't speak to your famiky, of course, about your problem, they couldn't understand. Only Hvitserk knew the truth, but you couldn't talk to him too. He was Ubbe's brother you were afraid that he would say something to Ubbe.

You sat on the bed and left a heavy sigh. Everything had taken the wrong way. You had fucked up everything with those bloody feelings of yours for Ubbe. The hotel room seemed to be smaller than it was moments ago, when the girls helped you dress and the air started to end. You felt like you couldn't breathe, like this gown on your body tightened and tightened all the time. The ring on your finger made all this even worse than it had already been.

When the door opened you stood up from the bed and forced a smile on your face. Your maids along with your mother and the photographer to take some pictures and get you fully ready for your big day. You wanted to talk to your mother, to tell her how you felt, you wanted her advice but she wouldn't understand you. She had never ever understood you. She took out of her purse a small velvet box, as she did that tears were forming on her eyes. You frowned confused. You had married before but she hadn't given you anything but advice for the first night after the wedding.

"This is a gift from my own mother to me on my wedding day." She told you and take out of the box a necklace. Your mother placed it on your neck and you looked at it and then at her. You were still confused. "I was wrong a lot of times with you (Y/N) and I am sorry. I am giving this to you know, because I think that you deserve it. You will be happy with Ubbe, not because he is a Lothbrok, because he cares for you for real." She continued and you couldn't bear the tears anymore. Tears started streaming down your eyes and she helped you wipe them away. You sat down on the bed again and she told to everyone else in the room to leave you two alone. "Do you want to tell me the reason you cry? Something is wrong and I can sense it. You can talk to me (Y/N)." She continued as she sat next to you. You turned to look at her. She seemed really troubled, like she really cared for your state.

You felt shame because of your huge lie to them, but you had no other choice. They didn't leave you have other choice. You sighed heavy and turned your gaze to your hands.

"I feel like I can't breathe, like this room is getting smaller and smaller, like this dress is tightening and tightening around my body, trying to choke me, is that normal?" You spoke and she smiled. You looked desperately.

"Yes, it is. All of us felt these things on our big day. Just don't think about it. Nothing will change after this day. You love him and he loves you, you will just live together. Only this will change. Now I have to go." She said and caressed your bare shoulder softly. You sighed again.

Only if things happened like this, everything would be easier.

"Ah Ubbe..." You sighed and placed your hand on your forehead. "Why can't you feel what I feel?" You asked desperately.

You stood up afraid when you heard someone couching close to the door. You eyes met two familiar playful green eyes and you smiled. At least you tried to smile.

"How are you best man?" You asked him smiling and wrapped your hands around him in a hug. He let out a laughter.

"I am listening in the bride hoping for the groom to love her, am I right?" He asked. You blushed and looked away. Hvitserk laughed again.

"You - you are and I wanted to tell you, but I was a coward. These - these feelings for Ubbe is mistake and you know the reason. I shouldn't have let myself falling like that. Hvitserk what am I going to do now? How can I live the next four years like that?" You asked and let the tears fall again from your eyes. He hugged you again and caressed your hair.

"You should tell him." He said and you lifted your gaze to look at him. "I mean like real. If you don't talk with him, if you don't tell him your feelings about him, you will never know what he feels for you. Don't act like a teenager because if you dont do it, you will lose him, like real. Just do it." He told you, caressing your cheek. When he finished, he placed a kiss on that same kiss and left you alone again.

Hvitserk was right. You should talk to Ubbe, but the problem was that you couldn't say it. What if he didn't feel the same thing, what would you do?

A knock on the door stopped you from thinking what to do. Your father entered the room with a smile and you forced a smile on your face.

"It's time." He whispered and you walked closer to him. Both of you walked out of the room and went inside the elevator. "If you don't want this wedding to happen, we can stop it. In case you have changed your mind." Your father said again, lookimg at you. You looked at him again. If all this finished here, you would never see him again. Ubbe wouldn't want to see you. You smiled, it was a real smile this time.

"I haven't changed my mind. I want to marry Ubbe." You spoke and stepped out of the elevator with you father next to you.

The car ride was quick. You were tgere in no time. When everyone saw you stood up. Your father wrapped his hand around your arm. Your eyes were to Ubbe, as his own was on you. He looked more elegant than usual. He had always been elegant and handsome, but that day he was more of that two things than any other day. You walked down the aisle next to your father, eyes on Ubbe, hands and body sweating.

"Here, love and protect her." You father said to Ubbe.

"I will." He spoke back to your father and took your hand and looked deep in your eyes. He placed a kiss on your lips. It didn't last as long as you would like, but you could say that he was a good kisser. The best kisser. "I have to tell you something after all this." He whispered to you when he pulled away from you.

But before anything else happen, somebody's voice, a woman's voice, stopped you. Everyone along Ubbe and you turned to look at her. You didn't know her. She was blonde and her eyes were blue, like Ubbe's, but Ubbe's eyes had the most beautiful blue you had ever seen in your life. Nobody had that kind of eyes, only his father, his brother Bjorn and his brother Ivar.

"This wedding can't happen because it's all a lie." She yelled and you frowned. She knew. Somehow she knew the truth and you weren't the one who spoke about it to her, because you didn't know her at all, but even if you knew her, you wouldn't tell. You had told to nobody. So it was Ubbe who told her. You turned your gaze at him. He seemed to know her by the look of his face. He was angry. "Yeah, you heard right. My sweet ex husband and now just lover, Ubbe, is only marrying that little girl because he wants to take his share of his father's heritage and she has her own reasons. Her parents craved to get her married so badly and I can't blame them, look at her. Ubbe, my love, you were right. If it wasn't you, she wouldn't find a man easily." She said and you turned you eyes again to Ubbe. How could you have feelings for that man? He tricked you. He acted all elegand, kind, reasonable, gentle and genuine, but he was just a liar. He was like all the other rich people.

"Get the heck out of here!" He growled and she smirked. His blue eyes met with Hvitserk's green eyes and Hvitserk made his way to her. He tried to take her away from there. She resisted but he was stronger than her.

You didn't know what to say. People were gossiping. Your siblings tried to calm down your parents. You were speechless. Ubbe turned to look at you, but your hand fell violently on his cheek, so hard that his head turned to the said and you hand hurt after the slap.

"How dare you!" You yelled at him and tried to relax for a second. When he turned his head around again, his blue eyes were darker than any other time you had looked at them. Ubbe was even agrier than before but you didn't care. You didn't care at all. "I don't want to see your face even again." You said again and run away from there. You didn't expect him to follow you. After all that you would laugh if someone told you so. But he did.

His strong hand gripped your arm and forced you to turn around and look at him. You resisted, but he was stronger. You spitted on his face and he cleaned himself. You shouldn't have done that, because it only enraged him more than before. You could understand that from the way his grip tightened around your arm.

"Let me go! I don't want to see you ever again! How dare you told her about our deal? And how dare you told all those things for me? You don't even know me! Two months is not a long time, Ubbe Lothbrok! So let me go!" You yelled again. Tears were running down your cheeks without you noticed. His thumb travelled on one of your cheeks and cleaned the tears. Then he did the same to the other. "Don't touch me!" You continued and moved your face away from his thumb, but his strong grip on your arm didn't let you move too far away from him, so he did clean your face from the tears.

"First of all brave enough of you to spit me on the face. It was surprisingly funny. Also, sorry for talking to Margrethe about us. It all happened when I was drunk. Margrethe was my ex wife and it was a mistake that I started seeing her after our divorce, but you have to believe me that I have never spoke shit about you. I enjoy your company." He told you, looking straight into your eyes. You believed him. He was telling the truth. You could see through his eyes that he meant each word he said. Ubbe placed his hand on your cheek.

"Why did you divorce that woman?" You asked him the question that was on your mind all this time. He had told you before that he had divorced his former wife, but he had never really told you the reason and you hadn't asked. You saw Ubbe tensing up, but he didn't refused.

"She wasn't who I thought se was. After our wedding I saw the real face of hers. She is an ambitious woman who craves only money. I did everything she asked. I even shared her with Hvitserk." He answered and you felt disgusted. You knew that they used to share woman, but you didn't know that Ubbe shared with Hvitserk his wife. "Will you forgive me?" He asked again and you sighed.

"I don't know if I can." You started saying. You were going to spill the truth about your feelings. He clearly wasn't feeling the same towards you, but you couldn't keep it amy longer in you. You had to say it, to take out of you. "You betrayed my feelings." You said again and he frowned confused. "I developed feelings for you. I - I can't get you out of my mind. I know - I know that we had agreed no feelings but I can't define my feelings. I know that you don't feel the same, you don't have to reject me nicely. I just needed to tell you to take it out of me. Hvitserk told me to—" You were rambling, but his lips on yours stopped you. You were surprised at first, but you leaned in his kiss. The best kiss you had even had in your whole life. He was kissing you hungrily, bitting your lip. You moaned within the kiss and he entered his tongue in your mouth. "What was that?" You spoke within your heavy breaths, as you tried to breathe normally. Ubbe smirked.

"That was my way to shut you down and tell you that I fancy you, woman." He answered amd you felt confused.

"What?" You asked shocked and he smirked again.

"I like you, pet, like real." He spoke and you smiled. You wrapped his both hands around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "That was what I wanted to tell you after the ceremony." He continued and you chuckled. He pressed his lips on yours again in one passionate kiss.

"And now what?" You asked when you stopped.

"Honeymoon trip?" He proposed and you chuckled again. "Let's get out of here." Ubbe told and both of you sterted walking.

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years ago

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sawdust and plastic | g.t.

summary: you learn two things from your first real fight with goro. 1) he apologizes through cooking. 2) he hates it when they argue.

WARNINGS: spoilers for the gimme danger main job, swearing, slight angst, theye just communicating pairing: goro takemura x fem!street-kid!v word count: 2.2k

a/n: written with a fem!street-kid v who used to be a corpo kid. also dont yell at me but i rearranged v's apartment so the couch goes on all 3 sides bc comfortable :^) crossposted on ao3! enjoy :)

part of the tales of a two-bit thief series

Sitting down on the couch, you kick up your feet for the first time in what you feel like has been ages. From Jackson Plains to reconnaissance on the Arasaka warehouse, you haven’t eaten shit besides the yakitori Takemura had ordered at that booth which already felt like ages ago. It’d been good—better than the trash you’ve eaten as a kid so you don’t really get picky—but you can’t help but recall the disgust on Takemura’s face when he had taken a single bite.

“Sawdust and plastic.”

You snort, running hands over your face and tilting your head back. Stupid fucking Japanese man with an endearing sense of dry-humour and… zero tolerance for your cheeky smiles.

Then he had to go ahead and bring up Jack.

His words, cold, callous, echo in your skull like a goddamn radio and you squeeze your eyes tight, raking your hands down your face and melting into the couch. No matter how much you wanna stop it, you can’t help hearing it over and over and over.

Grabbing the remote, you’re about to switch on a channel in hopes you catch something that cna take your mind off everything when there’s a knock on your door.

For a moment, you truly debate telling them to fuck off but then, there is a pause.

“V.”

Eyes widening, your body goes rigid at the sound of his voice.

“V, let me in before I look anymore foolish.”

In the back of your head, you tempt the idea of just leaving him out there, pretending like you’ve fallen asleep, but then you get up anyway against your better judgement. You drag your feet over the floor, picking up old takeout boxes you haven’t had time to clean up and tossing clothes into a hamper to make your apartment look more like an organized mess than the dumpster fire you know Takemura will scold you for.

When you reach the door, you let him in without a word and you note the bags he holds on, hoisting them over to your living room counter.

“What’s this?” you question wearily. “Goro, I’m not hungry.”

“I realized I must apologize for my harsh words.” Beginning to pull out the groceries, you walk over and peer inside the bag, frowning. All the stuff inside is cheap synth shit, nothing you haven’t eaten before, but you’re still confused as to what’s going on since you don’t exactly have a kitchen in your place, but then out of one of the thicker bags, Takemura pulls out a big box.

“For saying them?”

“Yes." He sets the box down before continuing with groceries. “Earlier, I told you if I had time and resources, I would cook onigiri.”

“With cod, or grilled salmon. Or umeboshi plums, because they were Saburo’s favourite,” you finish and he sends you a look that could’ve been a smile if his lips had curved more and his eyes meant it. “I remember.” Helping him with the big box, you cut it open and find a rice cooker within. Eyeing the contraption with an arched eyebrow, you can’t help but ask: “Where’d you find this stuff?”

“It was difficult. I had to lower my standards.”

“Lowering standards,” you echo dryly, unable to help your empty smile. “Yeah. We do that a lot in grand ole NC.” He doesn’t seem amused by you even trying to help as you sit down on the couch, twist to watch him work. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“I am cooking to apologize. It would not be honourable for you to help me,” he replies shortly and you nod to yourself, turning back around to watch the news. Nothing about a break-in with the floats, nothing at all indicating… anything.

For some reason, it makes you uneasy. The last time you snuck into an Arasaka building, everything went to shit and it made its mark. The lack of visible ripples makes you feel like nothing’s happened at all. Like it’s all been a fever dream, and you and Takemura didn’t sit on that roof for hours, watching the cat, just… talking.

Jesus, you need to get laid.

“Still don’t know why you bother cooking,” you say. Takemura noticeably stiffens and even though you don’t see it, you can almost feel the way he manipulates the air he stands in. He has that power—pure corpo power—and you clench your jaw. “Why waste time on someone so lazy as me?”

“V—"

“Nah, my bad. Arrogant. Hell, you probably see all the takeout around here and think I’m taking some easy route to food.” The bitterness is enough to puncture holes in steel as you stare blankly at the screen. “After all, I dirty my hands for money,” you quote. Your chest tightens as you hear his voice echo in yours, the way he had said it so coldly. Stomach turning, you shake your head. “Not in the name of some fucking principles.”

There’s a silence on his end and you close your eyes, swallowing through the bruising in your throat, a telltale sign you’re holding back tears. Just the mention of Jackie makes you want to spiral and you take a deep breath, trying not to react.

For the first time, you think Johnny might be right.

“Damn right, I am,” a voice says and you open your eyes, gaze fluttering to the side to see Johnny lounging against your couch. You turn around to see Takemura’s moved to the bathroom, probably to clean rice… however the fuck you make onigiri. You don’t know. You’re too tired to care about food, or feelings, or anything. “Never can trust a corpo. They all want one thing.”

“I don’t need to remind you that I was a corpo kid, do I?”

“Not anymore. It’s about principles.” Johnny’s tone is wry and you scowl at him. “What? If there’s one thing you might be able to relate to is that you both have ‘em. His might be wrong as shit, but…”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna forgive him. This guy’s got you wrong, V. You don’t waste time on people like that.”

“I don’t have time to stay angry with him,” you argue. “The fact is, I’m dying and he’s gonna be the only one who can save me.” Johnny sits up straight, leaning on his knees and you sigh, shaking your head. Resting your arm along the back of the couch, you fit your hand to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fuck.”

“Stop. Don’t do it, V. It’s not worth it,” Johnny warns, standing up and you wrench your gaze up as you shift your feet on the floor and lean forward, burying your face in your hands. “I can feel everything you are feeling, and if I have to deal with your indecisive debates on whether or not it’s worth it to become attached to this corp piece of shit, I’ll kill myself.”

“You’re already dead, Johnny.”

“Let me live a little.” He stands and edges around you as if he were real and you rest your chin in your palms, watching as his holographic imagine crosses you before glitching back into view again across the table. He sits down. “The truth is, you’re gonna have a hell of a problem.”

“I know.”

“So, stop.” Johnny says it like it’s so easy and you chew on your cheek as the faucet turns off and you turn around to see Takemura begin to leave your bathroom. His pale eyes catch yours and you turn around only to see your brain tumour’s gone and left you alone. It’s eerily quiet in your head and you stand, clearing your throat.

Takemura slips the clean rice into the rice cooker before closing it and you cross your arms below your breasts, squeezing yourself tightly. You feel bare in your clothes despite wearing your scuffed jacket. He regards you warily, and then he sighs, gesturing to the couch—a silent ask.

You nod, stepping back and letting him take where you were sitting earlier. You retreat across from him, where Johnny was sitting and he glances around your apartment. You wonder if he’s judging even more of you, but then he looks into his hands, swallowing visibly.

“V—"

“You’re not the only one with principles. Just because I kill for money don't mean I'd do anything for it,” you begin coldly, leaning back and studying him. “And nothing about my life has been easy. When I said you did what you had to do to keep food on the table, that wasn’t me judging you. That was me getting it, alright, Goro?” His eyes meet yours and you arch an eyebrow, scoffing. “Not my problem if you don’t believe me. Yeah, I oppose corps, because they ruined my life, and so many other people’s lives no one can count 'em, but that doesn't mean you're any better than me. You don’t get to make assumptions about me. You never get to make assumptions about Jackie.That is all I have to say.”

He nods, accepting your harsh tone and you bite your tongue, trying not to burn down the bridge anymore than you need to as you prop a foot up against the table. Takemura doesn't say anything for a hot moment and you think you've wasted your time. Your knee jiggles. He doesn't even look at you.

Then: “I must again say that we are both still grieving. We ache to lash out. That is why I said what I said, and why, I presume, you say what you say.” He steeples his fingers and regards you with those eyes, gorgeous in their own right. “I understand what I said was callous. You have been nothing but understanding to my own loss.”

“No shit.”

“And I understand Mr. Welles was your friend.”

“He was like my brother,” you correct icily. “He’s been there for me since the beginning, I—I can’t forgive you saying something like that about him so easily, Goro.”

He dips his head. “I understand. It is why I cook for you. It is how I best express myself." The corner of his mouth tugs up faintly in a mirthless facsimile of a smile before he exhales sharply through his nose, looking at you again. "I confess I have not had time recently to cook, but I will do my best.” Johnny’s link comes to life at the mention and your own stomach squirms silently. “We are in this together, V. I do not wish for you to be angry at me.”

“Don’t do it, V. Don’t take it.”

“Fuck off, Johnny. I’m starving.” Aloud, you say: “I’ll be angry for a while. Just… let me sleep on it and we'll see from there.” He nods and you let your arms fall to your sides as you sit up. “It’s been a long few days, so I just… I just want to not think about anything for a while, you know?”

“I understand.”

He says that a lot, you notice.

“Thank you for apologizing, at least,” you continue grudgingly. “Thanks.” You stand and gesture vaguely around the place. “Make yourself at home. I’m… I’m going to shower and scrub this grime off.” Dried blood, sweat, dirt, et cetera. He nods and stands as well, returning to the tiny cooking station he’s made for himself. You head to your closet, managing to pick out a clean shirt that’s a bit big and a jacket you ripped off a 6th Street goon a few weeks back. You just picked it up from the cleaners.

Heading for the bathroom, you set your crap on the toilet cover before poking your head out. Spotting Takemura sitting in front of the table, carefully sharpening a knife, you wait until he’s noticed you staring and he prompts you silently to ask.

“How’d you even know where I live, anyway?”

He turns his gaze back on the blade.

“Ms. Olszewski marked it in my map, should the need arise.”

“This was a need?” you ask, curiously sardonic. Takemura doesn’t smile back and again, you get that impression he either doesn’t know how or he doesn’t do it often enough to remember. For some reason, that makes you sad. "Could've left it well enough alone. You know that."

“Oh, come on, V,” Johnny murmurs in your ear. “Don’t wax poetics on this guy.”

You ignore him.

“I do not enjoy the thought of a rift between you and I,” admits Takemura. He sets down the knife and sighs, eyes flitting to you briefly. Your hand wraps around the doorframe and you press your lips into a faint frown. "I... I have grown used to you."

You nod despite the words punching into your chest. “I don’t like it when we fight either.” At least, that you don’t have to fight twice to figure out. Your expression eases and your shoulders drop. “I’ll just hop in. Help yourself to whatever you can find. Really.” He accepts your offer with another nod and you close the door. It locks and you press your back against the metal, tipping your head back.

“For the love of—“

“Shut it, Johnny. Just… just give me a second.”

And on one of the rare occassions that he listens to you, Silverhand says nothing about how your heart doesn’t feel like wrought iron anymore.

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a-copper-butterfly · 4 years ago

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Ghost Chill Smut.

Much like a cat leave dead things on the rug as a sign of love. I give you people this.

Coops smut, knock thy self out. It is very spicy tho

As always this is in the @lumosinlove world.

Sirius dumped his sweaty work out clothes by the washer. He can deal with them later. He felt great, it had been one of those workouts that had left him with more energy rather than tiring him out. He wandered into the living room and found the TV off. The blanket nest that he had left Remus in earlier was still there, but it was empty.

Remus had already done his exercise for the day being the annoying early bird he was; he had been down in the basement gym before Sirius had pulled himself out of bed.

"Babe,” he called to the house in general. “Where you at?"

If Remus had gone out he would have left a note; normally he would have come down stairs and asked him if he wanted anything.

Sirius took a bite of his apple looking around the kitchen for any scrap of paper that could be a note. There was a thump from upstairs and Sirius looked up. He huffed, chewing on his bite.

"I’m up here, love" Sirius mimicked Remus as he began to climb the stairs, pushing the door to their room open when he reached the landing.

"What do you want for dinner? I was thinking, OH JESUS CHRIST!"

Sirius' jaw was on the floor as he looked over the room.

Remus was face down on the bed; ass in the air with a bright pink dildo vibrating in his hole. His dick was red and leaking between his legs. It looked like he had been edging for hours.

Remus turned his head toward the door at Sirius’ shout. His eyes were blown and glassy, his lips red from biting, dribble running down his chin. He was a vision. An indecent vision but a vision nonetheless.

Sirius pulled himself together quickly, picking his jaw up and adjusting his suddenly tight pants.

Remus twitched his hand and gasped. The buzzing changed its tempo. Sirius' eyes caught the little remote Remus clutched. Sirius stepped towards the bed taking the remote and returning to the door. He leaned against the frame and smirked.

Baby, why didn't you call me?" he looked down at the floor. The box that had held the sex toy was lying at the foot of the bed. Ah, the cause of the thump. Remus whined again, shifting so that his legs were further apart. He didn't seem capable of words.

"Alright then, let's continue,” Sirius looked at the remote. It had an on and off button and a little dial on one side. The dial only had numbers. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“So if this is three I wonder what the rest are?” Sirius mused, making a show of examining the remote. He clicked it back one setting and the dildo juddered and started skipping a beat. Remus made a displeased noise.

“Okay so we dont like two, let's try one,” the vibrator became one long buzzing noise. Remus keened, grabbing two handfuls of bedsheets and pulling them toward his head. He pressed his face into the mattress. His thighs quivered as he tried not to cum.

Sirius was mesmerized. He was sure the front of his trousers were soaked, but he didn't care. The sight in front of him was going to be spank bank material for the rest of his life. He was never going to hear a buzzing ringtone the same again. He let Remus writhe for a few more moments before dropping it back to two. That seemed to be the safest setting.

Remus relaxed slightly; he wasn’t white knuckling the bedsheets anymore. He was panting hard but his face was still covered by blankets.

Slightly worried that he might accidentally suffocate himself, Sirius moved over to the bed and slipped his hand under Remus’ head. He pulled his face to the side so that he could breath more easily.

“Are you okay, love?” Sirius asked tenderly, running his fingers down the side of Remus’ face, pausing to draw the infinity symbol beside his eye.

A slight smile pulled at the sides of Remus' mouth. He might have been beyond words but he could nod. Sirius let him get his breath back before standing again.

“Shall we find out what happens at four?” he asked but didn't wait for a response. The dildo was suddenly intense again before dulling down. It paused for a moment then repeated the strange rhythm.

The sight of Remus back and thighs tensing and relaxing in time with the dildo was getting a little bit too much. Sirius stuck his hand down his pants in an incredibly un-graceful way. He was hard, big shock, and leaking enough that each pull was a glide. His ragged breathing joined Remus as they both enjoyed this setting. Remus blinked his dark eyes at Sirius as he watched him touch himself. He was getting used to the rhythm so wasn't gripping the sheets each time it peaked.

Letting go of one clump,he held it his hand out to Sirius, who would deny that he stumbled forwards like a long limped puppy. He crashed on to the bed next to Remus, his hand still down his pants.

Remus pushed up on an unsteady elbow and leaned in for a sloppy kiss. They stayed like that for a little longer, Sirius tugging on himself and Remus pillaging his mouth for all it was worth.

When they came up for air Sirius had had enough of the teasing. He sat up and took hold of the dildo. Remus hissed as he gently pushed it in and out of his abused hole before pulling it all the way out. It buzzed comically in his hand for a moment before Sirius switched it off.

He saw that it was slightly smaller than him , pleased that his boyfriend hadn’t gone out to get a bigger dick.

Remus’ hole was wonderfully open, it winked at him as he admired it. Their bottle of lube was at the foot of the bed. It looked like it was going to be the next victim of gravity at any moment. Sirius snached it up and coated his hand in it. He slipped one finger into Remus hole, just checking, making him whine loudly.

Using the rest of the lube on his hand Sirius stroked himself a few times. With his dry hand he flipped Remus over. The Ex-PT whimpered as his stiff legs curled around Sirius' waist automatically.

Sirius crawled up Remus' body,leaving kisses up the center of his chest as he went. He reached his mouth and kissed him deeply.

“You ready?” he asked breathless already. Remus nodded vigorously, tightening his legs to pull him closer.

With how open he was, Sirius didn't even need to line himself up, slipping into Remus seamlessly. It was habit that made him pause when he was fully sheathed. The kick he got for it showed Remus’ displeasure.

Tucking both his hands under Remus' head he found his home sucking mark after mark into his neck.

For his part, Remus could only lay there making “Uh Uh” noises. He reached up and took hold of the bed head to steady himself.

The sound of wet flesh slapping added a base note to the grunts from Sirius and Remus.

Sirius pulled his hand from Remus' hair as he closed in on his goal. He reached down and grabbed Remus, twisting his hand as he pulled up in the way that made him moan.

It was a record in Sirius books. Three strokes and Remus spilled over his hand. His body stiffened arching up and clenching like a vise around Sirius, before melting into the mattress. The tight hole made Sirus lose his control and an uncountable number of thrusts later he emptied himself deep in Remus.

They lay panting for a while before Sirius pulled out. It was a mess but he didn have the energy to go all the way to the bathroom for a washcloth. He grabbed the tissues from the bedside table and set about cleaning his boyfriend.

After cleaning and tucking himself away Sirius curled around Remus. The other man was floppy and still. His eyes were hooded and still glassy, his breathing was shallow but there.

It had freaked Sirius out the first time Remus had dropped into this trance; he was worried he was having some kind of fit. It had terrified him even more when he had slipped into the same space himself. The complete loss of control had spooked him, but being with Remus had shown him that he could trust someone enough to be that vulnerable around them. Which was why he tucked Remus into his neck gently stroking his hair. He shook off sleep so he could be ready when his love came back to him.

“I will admit that was meant for next Thursday,” Remus' voice was gruff and sent a shiver down Sirius' spine. He stroked Remus’ hair out of his eyes, now back in focus, and looked down at him.

“Why?” he asked, trying to work out what was so important about next thursday.

“It’s our anniversary?” Remus said.

Sirius wasn't going to call his boyfriend out. He might have been wrong, but didn’t they celebrate their anniversary a month ago?

Remus must have picked up on the confusion because he began to laugh. Sirius was really trying to work out what was so funny. He was 98% sure that they had gone to Sid’s last month to celebrate. They had gotten a Sundae and everything.

“The anniversary of the first time we had sex,” Remus hummed leaning in to give his frankly “bamboozled” boyfriend a kiss.

#coops #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #lumosinlove #smut #Fic #sweater weather #sweater weather fic

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silverblogs · 4 years ago

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@dr-nero-is-god here’s your present for the gift exchange! I took the exchanging presents thing and expanded on it a bit. Sorry for the long post, I dont know how to put something under a cut on mobile, but I hope you like it :)

“Okay okay okay, it’s the most wonderful time of the year,” said Shelby, flinging herself down on the bed next to Laura, “which means.... drumroll please...”

The other five provided it with feet on the floor, and Shelby flung her hands up in a dramatic flourish.

“Presents!”

Since H.I.V.E. didn’t have normal school holidays at the end of every term, Nero seemed to consider it no great loss to their education to give the entire school time off for every religious celebration. It still amounted to less than half the holiday they would have at an ordinary school. So on Christmas Day, Otto, Wing, Shelby, Laura, Franz and Nigel were gathered in the girls’ room for secret Santa.

There was no legitimate way of getting presents at H.I.V.E., so when Otto had suggested secret Santa, it had been clear they would all have to rely on ingenuity. H.I.V.E.mind had given them all a name, and over the course of the last month, they had all found some way of getting a gift.

“Sounds good to me,” said Otto, “okay, everyone close their eyes, and one by one we’ll open them and leave the gift next to the person.”

The boys had all put their gifts inside their school bags to maintain the secrecy, and everybody closed their eyes while Otto deposited his present. One by one, all six of them left them, Laura last.

“Okay, all done,” she said as she sat down.

“I think we should be starting alphabetically,” said Franz with a grin.

The others laughed, and Shelby nodded.

“Go on then,” she said, looking at the cardboard box in front of him that was much too big to have fitted in anybody’s school bag, “we all want to see what’s in there anyway. Franz first.”

Franz lifted the lid of the cardboard box, and his face lit up. He pulled the lid further back to reveal a slightly messily iced, but still delicious looking gingerbread house.

“That is it,” he said, “I have already won.”

“Damn, you kinda have,” said Shelby, “who and how is what I wanna know.”

“Me,” said Laura with a grin and a wave, “I helped Mandy in the kitchens automate some of their systems and she let me come in in a free period and make it.”

“Thank you!” said Franz through a mouthful of the roof, “it is being excellent.”

“Ok, your turn, Laura,” said Nigel.

Laura tore open a small package to reveal a necklace with several tiny but quite definitely real jewels hanging from it. It wasn’t hard to guess who it might be from.

“Oh my god, Shel,” she laughed, “Ms Leon’ll kill you!”

The jewels were recogniseable as those that had been used as goals in the Maze during past lessons.

“Nah, I leave no trace,” said Shelby, “I put trackers on them when I got them in class, so when I returned them I know where she put them, then waited til the year above had a lesson in the Maze and stole them that night so they’re the suspicious ones.”

“Aww Shel,” Laura knocked their shoulders together, “you really put in the effort, didn’t you? Thank you.”

“Anything for my favourite geek,” she said, “my go?”

Without waiting for an answer, she tore open the tiny square at her feet, revealing a little black cube with a lens on one face, a screen on the opposite one, and two buttons and a joystick on top.

“I may as well reveal myself to explain,” said Otto with a grin, “point the lens at a lock and it’ll scan it for you, and show you an image on the screen. I built it in the professor’s lab.”

“Damn,” said Shelby, turning the cube over in her hand, then pocketing it, “and portable. Thanks Robotto. Maybe you’re my favourite geek after all.”

Laura shoved her lightly, and Shelby grinned and tossed an arm around her shoulders as Otto reached for his own package, small and flat. Peeling it open, he revealed an iPod, and a gasp went up.

“Okay, that’s definitely the most impressive so far,” said Nigel, “no offence everyone. Who got something from off the island?”

Wing grinned, and gave a small wave.

“How?” asked Otto, “we haven’t left since the hunt, and that was hardly an occasion to pop into the apple store.”

“I have my connections,” said Wing with a cryptic smile.

“Spill, big guy,” said Shelby.

“I simply asked Raven nicely.”

Franz choked.

“You were asking for Raven’s help?”

Shelby huffed.

“He just loved to rub it in that he’s her favourite.”

“Aww, someone’s jealous,” said Otto, pinching Shelby’s cheek.

She pouted at him and nodded to Wing’s dubiously wrapped present. He carefully peeled it open, and his smile broadened as he lifted out a tiny bonsai tree in a pot.

“I hardly need to ask whom I have to thank for this,” he said, turning his smile on Nigel, who turned pink.

“Well I heard you say Lao used to have a lot, and I thought you might like one. Miss Gonzales doesn’t let me experiment anymore, but she let me use the Violet spot again for a normal plant.”

“It is lovely, thank you,” said Wing.

“I wonder who Nigel’s could be from,” Otto said with a grin as Nigel picked up the envelope that had been left in front of him.

He opened it and read the slip of paper inside, then looked at Franz, shocked.

“You’re joking.”

“I am very genuine, my friend.”

Nigel broke into a huge smile.

“I beat you all,” he said, then read the slip aloud, “coupon, good for ten pieces of finance homework.”

Cries of jealousy filled the room for a few seconds, then gave way to laughter.

“Good idea Otto,” said Shelby, poking him with her toe, “this was fun.”

“Thought it might be,” said Otto, “happy Christmas everyone.”

***

Professor Pike came into the staff room to find Colonel Francisco and Ms Leon already inside, the Colonel drinking coffee and Ms Leon pawing at her tablet, grading essays. He avoided eye contact with Ms Leon, making a beeline for the colonel.

“Colonel,” he said as he hurried over, “I believe today is the day for secret Santa deliveries.”

“Well I must say this is very secretive, Theodore.” said Colonel Francisco, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, well, I didn’t just want to leave this lying around in a pigeon hole in case someone else picked it up, but Merry Christmas.”

He reached into one of his deep lab coat pockets and retrieved a pistol, handing it over grip first.

“I’ve already got a few of those.”

“Not like this one,” said the professor, eyebrows leaping in excitement almost to join his hair, “I call it the sandboy. Just like the sandman rifles, but condensed.”

The colonel eyed the pistol and grinned.

“Looks great,” he said, “though the name could use some work. Thanks.”

“Pleasure.”

“Professor.”

A French accented voice made him cringe and he looked down the table to see a small box sliding along it, pushed by a white paw.

“Merry Christmas.”

Even her synthetic voice conveyed her irritation at being given him for the staff secret Santa, but he gave a grateful if slightly fearful smile, and opened the box. Inside lay a grid of chocolates and a typed note.

Merry Christmas. Enjoy the chocolates - one of the many benefits of a human body.

“Thank you Tabitha,” he said weakly, inwardly deciding not to risk eating any of them.

She didn’t reply, and Colonel Francisco rolled his eyes.

“Well since nobody seems to care about the “secret” part of secret Santa, here’s yours, Tabitha.”

He slid a package down the table, and a terrifying flurry of claws and a few seconds later, a small cat outfit was visible on the table. Ms Leon gave as much of a glare as a cat can manage.

“I am not a pet, Colonel.”

“It’s an ISIS suit,” he said hurriedly, “tailor made.”

Ms Leon paused, then eyed the suit.

“It’s lovely,” she said, “and very useful. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

***

Raven stepped off the shroud’s ramp, heaving a sigh of relief. She hated going to Moscow on assignment - it was uncomfortably familiar and it always threw her off her game - but she had achieved her goal, and even completed the mission she’d been assigned along the way.

“Where do you want the cargo?” the pilot asked.

“I’ll have the crate now,” she said, “send the rest to the professor for analysis.”

“Got it,” he said.

A few seconds later he came back to the ramp with a crate, complete with penguin gift wrapping he hadn’t dared to ask about. She hadn’t lost the edge of fear with the staff, even if a few of her students were getting unacceptably unafraid of her - Wing had asked her to pick up a Christmas present! And she’d done it!

She took the crate with a nod of thanks, and set off in the direction of her quarters. She’d arrived back just in time for secret santa. She’d finally given in this year and agreed to participate. Much to her relief, she’d been randomly allocated Nero. She suspected H.I.V.E.mind had made that selection less than random so she wouldn’t bail.

Thankfully, she passed nobody in the corridors while carrying her festively wrapped gift. She reached her room without incident, and quickly changed, then put the crate in a suitcase. She had been lucky enough not to pass anyone on the way here, but it was a decent walk to Nero’s office. When she arrived, she let herself in - she was the only one who had that security clearance after the Contessa incident. Nero looks up from the work on his desk and smiled.

“Ah, Natalya,” he said, “was Moscow alright?”

She knew he hated sending her there, mainly because she hated to go there, but the business had been unavoidable. Besides, one of the only crates in the world of the kind she had in her suitcase resided there, in the home of an oligarch she’d broken into purely to get it.

“Fine,” she said, “I got it done.”

“You always do,” he said, “you can fill me in tomorrow. Is that for the professor?”

“No, the stuff is on its way to him already, this is for you. I’m just in time for secret santa, I think.”

She opened the suitcase and removed the crate, lifting it and nodding to the things on Nero’s desk, which he cleared to the side to allow her to put it down.

“I’m intrigued,” he said with a smile.

He took a letter opened from his pen pot and sliced along the top of the wrapping paper, then pulled it back to reveal a wooden crate, which he opened. Inside sat a dozen bottles of some of the rarest brandy in the world, and Nero’s face broke into a smile. The one bottle he’d gotten his hands on five years ago was almost empty, and he had despaired of finding any more.

“My dear, you’ve outdone yourself,” he said, “thank you.”

“My pleasure,” she said, “don’t drink it all at once.”

“Keep Mr Malpense and co. under control and I won’t need to,” he said wryly, “coincidentally, I am also your secret Santa, but this feels a little... well, little, now.”

He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a box big enough to fit in the palm of his hand, perfectly wrapped. Raven tore back the wrapping paper to reveal a black box, and inside, a bracelet. It was soft, braided black leather, with two connecting silver angels’ wings as the clasp. It looked comfortable, the wings didn’t dangle inconveniently, and it wasn’t flashy, though Nero being who he was she was sure it was obscenely expensive - she’d never been a fan of jewellery, but this she would wear. She took it out with a smile and fastened it around her wrist, turning her hand to look at it.

“I saw something similar when I was last in London, and it made me think of the “guardian angel” joke everyone’s always making, so when I got you for secret Santa I had one made.”

“It’s lovely,” she said, “thank you.”

“No problem. Now, have a glass of this with me.”

***

Watching the cameras around H.I.V.E. as he always did, H.I.V.E.mind’s wireframe face curved into a smile. The secret santas were far from random, and organising them was the highlight of his year. Another successful Christmas at H.I.V.E.

#h.i.v.e.#hive gift exchange #long post

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omnivorouswallflower · 4 years ago

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Hannibal S3 chuckles.

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The netflix summary of episode one: Hannibal is enjoying his new life and sends a message to Will.

Yup. Enjoying it so much he has to tell Will how happy he is. Thats a thing happy people do.

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Hannibal getting bored in Italy: you know what would be fun? Terrifying Bedelia with a lecture about betrayal.

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Bedelia definatley trying to leave Hannibal: ....what are you doing Hannibal?

Hannibal murdering a Euro-version of Will: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PINING? BC I AM NOT PINING. I AM FINE.

Bedeli: Fml.

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Hannibal’s message to Will: Please come find me. My new wife somehow underestimated what living with me would be like. She doesnt enjoy any murdering. So bored. I want someone to talk to and murder with xoxo Hannibal.

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Everyone: Well you must hate Hannibal after what he did.

Will:............i mean. Sure. If that makes you feel better.

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Bedelia: could you turn down the dramatics you are going to get caught.

Hannibal: *despondent and missing Will* Nothing matters. The world is bit a spinning sphere spiral toward chaos. All is darkness.

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*Hannibal literally murdering everyone he meets in Italy.

Bedelia: Could you not?

Hannibal: immediately stabs a professor with an ice pick.

*Bedelia pulling out the pick from the professors head*

Bedelia: At the dinner table?

Hannibal: All is darkness. I technically did not murder this man. Everything is dying always. Nothing is truly alive.

Bedelia: FML.

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Jack: if i try to help Will enough now it wil make up for ignoring him and not believing him before.

Will: I am more sane right now than i have been for most of the show.....

Jack: I WILL HELP YOU.

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Chiyoh: I wouldn’t do this to an animal.

Will: Oh yea. We could be friends.

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Bedelia really wanting Will Garham to die so Hannibal will stop moping. So she just starts trying to convince him to eat him.

Hannibal: omg how have I never thought of this?

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Chiyoh meeting Will: oh great. There’s two.

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Chiyoh: YEET!

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Bedelia caring for Hannibal s wounds and generally him.

Hannibal: god i miss will.

Bedelia: Nevermind im just going to poison myself.

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Mason: Last time that i played with Hannibal i ate my own face.............................................

Im sure this time will be fine.

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Hannibal at the farm watching Will ripping off Cordels ear: I am so glad I didnt kill you. This is delightful.

Will:........yea

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Hannibal just chatting about being eaten.

Will casually manipulating Alana bc he is just done.

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Just Hannibal with a hammer coming to get his man.

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Hannibal: would you watch over me.

Chiyoh: yes.

Hannibal: Cool. Im about to make the next three years pretty boring.

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Will after the Farm: i have to get away from this man bc i both love and hate him.

Hannibal: Yea about that......no.

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Hannibal at the end of season 2: you would put me in a cage!

Hannibal halfway through season 3: I will put me in a cage so as soon as you miss me you will come back. And if you take too long I will manufacture a reason for us to hang out.

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Will: i want nothing to do with murder. I am a changed person.

Hannibal: Hey.

Will:...........fuck.

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Hannibal: Wait we arent friends anymore?

Will: No.

Hannibal: First how dare you.

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Will:this is fine. I can see him. It will be fine.

Hannibal: Are you a good dad to that kid I can smell on you?

Will internally: omg i miss you so much.

Will externally: ESCAPES IMMEDIATELY.

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Molly: yea i know he was besties with the Ripper. Buuuut hes so nice.

Anyone normal: wtf?

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Freddie : Still alive *POKE*

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Alana: I will protect Will from you.

Hannibal: U know he likes it.

Alana: HOW DARE YOU?

Hannibal: He has murdered several people.

Alana: Listen to all that bullshit coming out of your mouth. For shame.

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Will: fuck off Freddie

Freddie: But i gave you a big dick box when i broke into your hospital room and took a nude photo of you.

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Molly: i love you and i will be here when you come home.

Will:..............yup. Thats a thing that will happen. Of course. For sure.

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Jack: I have learned my lesson. Be free will.

Will: Thank you.

Jack: untilanothermurderershowsup.

Wil: wat?

Jack: nothing.

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Bedelia giving a speech about her book. Sees will in the crowd: oh shit.

Will: hey bitch whats good.

Both proceed to have an i knew him better fight.

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Bedelia: ur not a killer

Will: i mean.........if it makes you feel better.

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Hannibal: god Will is not paying me near enough attention.

Oh.

I know what i will do.

Lets have his family murdered.

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Chilton throwing a bitch fit outside Hannibals cell.

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We need a moron to bait the dragon.

Alana: oh Chilton.

Will: Oh natch.

Jack: Of course.

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“The unfortunate fate of Frederik has put me into quite a good humor.” Fucking classic.

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Will: Im gone. Its done. I dont miss him. Im fine.

Dragon: uh. I want to make lector....

Will: oh thank god. I can help you.

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Will: im going to let Hannibal out. But it’s just pretend.......I promise.

Bedelia: You miserable bitch.

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Will and Hannibal having a very intense conversation about the Dragon.

The nurses exchanging awkward glances.

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Hannibal having just the best time during the escape.

Will both over it and knowing he will follow.

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Hannibal being all eloquent when taking through his wound.

Dragon: imma film ur death.

Hannibal: If you hadnt reunited me with my beloved i swear to god. We were having a moment.

#just insomnia things #insomia #hannibal #insomnia got me like

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lokibug · 6 years ago

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Blinded

Pairing: Loki x Blind!Reader

Summary: Beauty and the Beast AU in which Loki is forced to stay in his Jotun form until another human loves him. He becomes a caretaker for You due to be recently permanently blind.

Warnings: Slight cursing

Song: Haunt by Echoes

A/N: Wow Guys, I never expected this story to get this much appreciation. It’s really incredible, feel free to send me any suggestions or ask to be tagged. I did my best to get you all. Be reminded I’m writing this on mobile haha I also dont own the gifs

This was unbelievable. From the moment they began searching, his daughter was incredibly picky with those she’s interviewed...or they were picky with her. Quickly Y/F/N stood to his feet.

“Excuse us...Mr. Laufeyson. My daughter and I must talk alone.” He interrupted quickly and ushered y/n up by her elbow.

Y/N grabbed the walking stick next to her and began putting it to use. Sliding it across the tiled floor they finally made it to the kitchen. Her father released his hand from her arm and whisper shouted, “Y/N, are you crazy?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Honey, I know you don’t have your sight so I’m telling you that this man looks insane. He’s wearing gloves. He has those doctor’s mask—“

“Surgical mask.”

“You know what I mean. And he has these things...like scars on his forehead...his skin doesn’t look...” he trailed off hoping that Loki wouldn’t hear anything as he resided in the living room.

“I get it now. Wow dad I can’t believe you’re being racist.” Y/N scoffed.

“Racist?! Y/N do you hear what I’m saying?”

“Yeah and it sounds pretty racist.” She places her hands on her hips. He shook his head and grabbed her arms.

“Listen to me, you don’t have to choose him right away. There could be more applicants.”

“Dad, no. I’m an adult now. If it wasn’t for my condition I would’ve already been gone. I’m not going to sit around and wait for someone to come around. I’m taking this in my own hands while I can.” His face softened a bit. His daughter was right, she was an adult and he could no longer shelter her. “Trust me...” she softly added a small smile appearing afterwards.

Loki shifted upon his heels as he glanced at the picture frames that littered on top of the fireplace. Photos of Y/N’s life captured into small papers. He never understood why humans did this.

I suppose anyone with the lifespan of an insect would take part in this, he thought to himself. He wondered what was so dangerous that a human could be doing to end up blind. Believing asking for help is a sign of weakness, he would soon learn the truth behind his own faulty thoughts.

Interrupting Loki’s gazing, y/n reentered the living room along side her father, “You’re hired, that is if you want the job.” Loki was slightly shocked, but not enough knowing that his words of persuasion were far superior to those around him.

“Infatuating. I accept.”

With the god accepting the job from y/n, they began the life adjustment right away. The movers had brought the few pieces of furniture from Y/N’s father’s home back into the condo that she had resided in before the incident and they brought the few things Loki had with him in the apartment that he was close to being evicted from. He allowed them to do the heavy work, gathering his belongings...all except the timer. A gold detailed hourglass that would lose tiny grains of black sand as days passed by. It now resided in the condo that he shared with y/n for a week now.

Y/N slowly walked out of her room. Upon waking up this morning, she decided she would begin familiarizing herself with the items that were in her home. Of course this was a few hours ago and she finally pulled herself out of her room. Testing herself she gently walked near the living room. Her breathing was a tad shaky due to her nerves acting up. Her lips parted she moved her hands onto the counter. Being unaware of Loki’s presence in the corner of the living room, she felt comfortable leaving herself on display. Her fingers grazed over a ceramic angel to an unlit candle. She chuckled happily as she remembered leaving these items here. Soon her fingertips touched something unfamiliar...it was cold...freezing even.

“What?...” she whispered making Loki look back up from the book he was reading. Due to being inside the home and the drapes closed, he too was on full display. His dark blue skin not covered by drug store makeup he felt more comfortable.

“Don’t touch that!” He growled, darting his red eyes towards y/n.

She yelped and quickly with drew her hand. “Loki!” She shouted angrily.

“You mortals are completely naive to the fact that you’re not the only ones who matter. Or have respect for other people’s belongings.” He grumbled now at her side. She furrowed her eyebrows, being extremely insulted.

“You mortals? And who are you to be talking to me like that? Do you even know how impolite it is to not announce yourself to a blind person?” She took her walking stick and guided herself towards the black wooden table. She leaned against it.

“Its an artifact....it...” he began trying to find ways to explain it, “it was a gift...from my mother.”

“All you had to say was to not touch it.” She said as if it were obvious.

“Yes...well then. Don’t touch it.” Loki shot back.

“Okay.” “Good.”

“Fine.” She spoke before sitting at the table. The chair was pretty tall and allowed her legs to rest gently as they hung. The two were both very stubborn and strong willed. Loki was beginning to understand this about her from their week together. He often found himself becoming irritated with the ways of mortals even now...the only different thing with her was that she too realized the faults in humanity. She knew that morals have fallen so far and knew that it was just the way of the world.

“Where to today?” He asked as he slowly slid the chair out next to her.

“Nowhere important. I was thinking some coffee.” She commented.

“Coffee?...I’ll never understand why you indulge yourself in such mundane tasks.” He added as he tapped his cold fingers on the table.

“Oh I’m sorry Mr. extravagant, let me go drive my car on the race track or I know I’ll go back to my art studio. Oh wait...” She leaned back and took her sunglasses off, placing them on the table as she pointed towards her eyes.

Loki’s eyes scanned the scar that ran down her eye and over the top of her cheek. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“I’ve also noticed how you haven’t freaked out at my monstrous appearance.” He thought.

“Loki, can I ask you something?” Y/N announced.

“Depends.”

“My dad said that...you wore a surgical mask? Glasses too. I mean I know I don’t have the luxury anymore but...can you tell me what you look like?..” she nervously questioned. The curiosity was killing her, she desperately wanted to know what the man living in her condo looked like.

Loki was taken back a bit. He was used to her being so straight forward and snapped back at all his snarking comments. Yet, here she was looking almost child like...simply just to know what he looked like. There was only one problem, he was going to have to lie. Of course this was only slightly, he felt his true form was not this but what he used to be charmed as.

“I...well yes. I wear the mask and the glasses because I have a um...skin condition?” He said more like a question, “and if I get too much sun or light, it could damage it. As for my appearance, I’d say I’m pretty light skinned...due to the lack of sun. My hair is black, it does not pass my shoulders.”

Y/N nodded as she began using her incredible imagination to conjure him up in her mind. Sometimes she would find herself forgetting what things looked like, her doctors warned her of this. “What color are your eyes?” She asked simply.

“Green...sometimes they appear as blue. It depends.” He cleared his throat becoming too invested within his own thoughts. He completely dreaded his appearance. Looking in the mirror would disgust him and he would avoid it as much as he possibly could. He didn’t realize how much he cherished the illusion...till it was gone.

She laughed lightly, “Wow, you must be a charmer with the ladies.” She teased.

“I’m not interested.” He stayed calmly.

“Charmer with the men?” She questioned with her eyebrows raised.

“Gender isn’t the problem y/n. People are.” Loki stated, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He made note of his disappearance before he did so.

Y/N caught on to his disengagement within society. Taking much more notice to the tones he would use and the things in general, she knew there was a reason. Someone had corrupted his thinking, allowing it to affect the way he treated people. Y/N knew this because she felt the same.

The sun set and the streets roared. Tourists and workers walked amongst the two. Y/N had her hand gripped tightly among Loki’s elbow, keeping herself as close to him as possible. She would become uneasy while in the streets as this was all new to her. The God had as well, worried that anyone could discover his identity.

“Are we there yet?” Y/N asked. The wind blew through her hair and she mentally thanked herself for remembering to wear a coat on such a cold night. Her jeans were gray and her shirt black. Loki has picked out the boots she wore for her. They too were black.

“I think so, this voice in the box is saying that we have two streets to go.” He said as he held Y/N’s phone in his left gloves hand. He wore a gray wool trench coat with large black buttons along with casual black jeans fitted to his liking and a dark gray t shirt that he had fetched from a thrift store. As for his “disguise” he had Y/N to thank for that.

“Loki! Come here.” She had called out as she stood in front of her closet. Loki has just gotten dressed properly, he never gotten cold due to his jotun blood but wearing a coat would allow him to blend in easier. Making his way towards her room she stood there with a scarf in her hand. Y/N traced her fingers along the fabric.

“Loki?” She questioned making sure he was there. “Yes, I’m here.”

“The cafe is kind of bright, so I thought instead of a mask you might like a scarf? I mean I’m not sure what color this is...I’m almost positive it’s a scarf. I went through a phase where I used to wear them all the time.” She held her hand out as the scarf dangled. He grabbed it gently and didn’t exactly hate the idea. It was better than having to use that grimy makeup he bought.

“...Thanks.” He said softly a little confused as to why she would still help him despite his attitude. He was quite cold, but it never changed her attitude as much.

“Also, I have this hat. I used to wear it a lot too. I’m not sure why I stopped. If memory serves right, it’s right up there. I can’t reach it so maybe you could.” She moved aside from the closet’s entrance.

Loki stepped forward and looked up. There were a few hats in there. One stood out. It was black and looked it would cover his forehead. Immediately he grabbed it effortlessly.

“Black?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“It’s already sun down, but it still helps the...condition. I um...”

“You’re welcome.” She finished for him.

“One more thing, choose my shoes?”

“It’s a phone.” Y/N replied and chuckled lightly. Loki tolled his eyes. In response.

“Just for your information, I’m rolling my eyes.”

“Don’t do it so much, they might fall out.” She commented and held her hand over her mouth gently as she chuckled again.

Loki allowed himself a smirk.

Looking as if they might rob the place, Loki held the door to the cafe open for Y/N. The familiar scent filled up y/n’s nostrils and she smiled widely. Suddenly she felt Loki’s strong gloved hand wrap around her arm, specifically her elbow. “There’s a few tables by a window...and some closer to the stage...which would you prefer?” He asked leaning down a tad to speak quietly into her ear. His voice still was very easy sounding and made her feel a bit calmer.

“Umm...the stage? It’s a little more dim there.” She suggested and Loki nodded in response.

“Okay.” He walked her slowly over towards the maroon colored couch in the stage area. There were a few comfortable looking chairs and stools around. He had no idea what this was supposed to be. He was even more confused than before. Loki allowed Y/N to sit first then sat next to her. Seeing as though some people stared at him, and others completely seemed as if he hadn’t existed at all...he felt a tad more comfortable than his past times being out of his room.

“Y/N, What is this?” He questioned in a serious tone.

Y/N chuckled lightly, “You’ll see.”

A waitress had come by and asked what they wanted to drink. Loki simply ordered tea and Y/N ordered a coffee.

Not too long after, people began sitting closer. Loki’s eyes immediately scanned across the cafe wondering what was to begin. Nothing. That was when a woman in about her 20s littered in tattoos and piercings sat next to Loki.

“I totally dig your vampire aesthetic dude.” She stared before flipping through her notes on her phone.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked while the girl hadn’t responded. Y/N’s hearing being far better than it used to be, she chuckled hearing the comment.

“Did you wear all black again?” Y/N whispered towards Loki. He glanced down at his appearance and said nothing. “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” As the spot light shone down on the stage, the waitress came back with their drinks. Y/N quietly thanked her and held the warm cup in her hands. Loki did the same. Suddenly a man in about his late 20s approached the stage with a piece of paper in his hands.

“Thank you all for coming.” He said kindly. With that everyone including Y/N either shouted a small “wooo” or snapped their fingers. “My depression is a demon underneath my bed...disguised as a friend...” he trailed on. Slam poetry.

After hearing more, Loki started recognizing these speeches as a form of poetry. He was familiar with Earth’s ancient poets but was never introduced to such a raw form of poetry before, and directly from the poet’s mouth. Much to his surprise, after putting his pride aside...he found himself looking forward to the next performance and the next. These midgardians look so different...Loki thought to himself, yet despite that everyone casts their attention towards the speaker. This was definitely new to the God.

Upon hearing the last performance, Y/N felt the feeling in the woman’s voice. The power. The radiance. Not realizing it, as she clapped along with others a single tear ran down her cheek. Loki looked to his side and seen the tear leak from behind Y/N’s sunglasses. She really did take this seriously. Passionate even. He studied her face for a few seconds before looking in the opposite direction.

Walking home was relaxing. The wind blew gently and the two only exchanged a few words as they both enjoyed the sound of silence. It was comfortable. Soon they arrived home.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” She asked placing her hand on the counter to steady herself.

“What was that?” Loki asked curiously.

“Slam poetry.” “Oh.” He said silently as he took off the scarf and hat.

“I thought you’d might like it...I could hear you sometimes.” She commented.

Loki arched an eyebrow and asked, “Hear me?”

“Yeah, you sometimes read out loud...poems. I thought you’d might enjoy this.”

Loki felt his heart thud feeling slightly embarrassed. Vulnerable even. Had she really done this for him? He blinked a few times. He said nothing.

“Loki?”

“It’s not very polite to eavesdrop y/n. Goodnight.” He stated before walking off towards his room leaving y/n to believe that the God was no more than cold man.

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fuck-customers · 6 years ago

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I work at a not western grocvery store. Im split between two departments. Which is frustrating because I really love one and loathe the other. No one even asked or told me… Just your in the other one now. One of my Department managers is the reason I hate it. In this DM’s(Department manager) eyes, before I was split, I could do nothing right. Nothing was clean enough (I usually had to close.) But when I ask co workers they tell me everything is fine. I have a hundred things to clean(each taking a minimum of 5-10 minutes) plus dishes in two-three hours and I am usually the only one back there. Im not going to get everything perfectly, Im sorry. They are the only person I have issues with. I honestly feel a bit target because my parents are pretty active in the community and the DM is apart if that community and knows who my parents are.

This was before I split. Its been about three weeks since I was placed back there and Im back again for the forsee able future. I had to work yesterday and today. Yester day I worked with them and they were as sweet as fucking candy. They told me I was one of the few working in the back who knew how to clean. And that they are giving more hours to those of us who do clean and yada yada. It was so confusing to hear that. All I could think was ‘abscence makes the heart grow fonder’ and didnt believe a single word that came out of their mouth.

Ive had two insane expeirences with customers.

The first one was in the department I love. We have a donut case which is baked from that morning. The donuts that arent bought are placed in a box to go to the break room. I had already done this and had set them so I could grab the donuts on the way out. Well a customer came by and wanted some.Keep in mind Im closing and I have about thirty minutes maybe an hour to finish. Still no biggie, I tell them one moment and wash my habds and put on gloves. Cuz corporate. Turn around to ask him and the fool and walked away to talk to someone. Just.. What?!? I dont unda erstand why customers do this. The Fool didnt even tell thwir wife wtf he wanted just, walked off. I waited for him to come back, eveb calling him to let him know. After a minute I went back to cleaning cuz Idgf anymore, I got to clean. Then the fool reappears, so I have to wash my hands all over again to serve him. So I grabn the box set it down on the table and ask him what he wants. He comes behind the counter to tell me.Like fuck no. You dont fucking come behind the fucking counter. Im a fucking 18 year old by my fucking self, no coworkers in sight. Ask me what I have. That made me so super fucking uncomfortable. I will give the man grace because when I uncmortably asked him to move back to where he should be, he did and apologized. So he got his donuts and left.

The second one happened in the department I loathe. Its like 9:30 and me and the DPM are frying chicken for order. Each being 150-200 pieces, meaning walk in customers wont get any till way afterwards. Most are pretty understanding about this and will wait or move the fuck on, but not this customer. Old guy walks in ask for chicken. I tell him we dont have any for walk ins. He tells me he called yesterday and was told chicken would be ready. I apologize and tell him our orders come first. He then tries to tell me that he has a family reunion 100 miles away and he really needs this. I tell him i will swe what I can do and go back to tell the DPM. The dpm goes uo to him, repeats what i said and the guy throws a fit. Starts asking what other excuses qre we going tk give and that it wouldnt happen with the other manager(The store had a leadership change recently). The DPM made a face and I knew what was about to happen. The DPM cooly told him that he would have to wait. Orders came first. The man then told us propmtly told her he would take his buisness else where and both of us were like IDGAF. You want your chicken you shpuld have ordered it.

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starrkidmalfoy · 6 years ago

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I dont know if anyone remembers this...but I wrote the fic!!!! I hope you all like it!!

Bi Bi Harry

it's was the first Christmas at the Burrow since Harry had come out to Ron as bisexual. Everyone else in the Weasley family had know for at least a year before, but for some reason Harry found it harder to tell his best mate. The joking around all began at the first dinner all together when Harry jokingly said "You know Ron I'm in love your sister and everything, but if Bill was single...goddamn. I'd go there." Ron's eyes went wide as everyone at the table snickered and Bill winked at Harry from the other end of the table. Ron knew it was just a joke, but everyone picked up on how it bothered him by the way he shifted in his seat.

The next morning when Ron walked into the kitchen as usual Charlie and Harry are the only ones awake along with Molly who has already started making breakfast. Ron noticed that Harry was wearing of his mums hand knitted sweaters, which wouldn't be odd except for the fact the Harry had already out grown last years and wasn't set to get his new one until 3 days from now when they all opened their Christmas presents. That's when Harry saw the G on the front of it as Harry turned in his seat "Morning Ron! Sleep well?" Harry said as he passed him a mug full of tea Molly had just pulled off the stove. "Yeah it was alright. You?" Ron said yawning. "Great until I woke up shivering," Harry said with a chuckle, "had to ask George for his sweater since mine can barley fit my chest anymore." It wasn't the fact the tea had burned his tongue or the fact that it hadn't been sweetened yet that made him choke on his drink. It was the fact that after all the flirting last night Harry was now wearing his older brothers jumper. He realized that the fabric of the sweater was the emerald green color of Fred and George's and not the lighter blue of Ginny's. Ron originally thought that Harry had grabbed Ginny's because of the "G" but was now proved wrong. Not until George knocked his shoulder did he snap out of stupor. Charlie and Harry had gone back to their conversation when Ron wouldn't answer another question about his evening and instead stood there with his mouth open and eyes glazed over staring in Harry's direction. George walked past his younger brother and grabbed a mug of tea before grabbing the milk and pouring a bit into the steaming cup. The newly awakened red-head set down his drink walked up behind the messy dark haired boy wearing his jumper. George leaned down and wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders. If George's thump on the shoulder wasn't enough, Ron was really back to reality now. What was happening?! Why were George and Harry acting like they were in love?! What was happening to this family?! "That heating charm keep you cozy all night?" George asked as he sat down next to Harry. “Yes, cozy as could be! Thanks love.” Harry said winking at George. Turning his attention back to his friend the green eyed sibling dater questions "You going to sit down or just stand there all morning?” Harry asks motioning to the empty chair across from him. “Right.” says Ron as he plops down in the chair looking back and forth between George and Harry for some sign that this really was a joke, but there was none.

The day went on normally after Harry took off George's jumper. Ron and Hermione denomed the garden while Charlie went into the nearby Muggle town to pick up some Christmas presents. Harry went with him since everyone figured Charlie shouldn't be wondering alone and he had never been in a Muggle village before and , like his father, was very interested in seeing what it was like. It wasn't until sunset that Fred noticed a blot of red and brown bobbing in the distance and ran downstairs to tell everyone that Harry and Charlie were back. Ron went out to help carry in any packages from town. As he walked closer to the pair he realized that his older brothers arm was around Harry and that he hand was on his waist, while the other arm had two small wrapped packages under it carried like a quaffle. Harry was laughing at something Charlie had said while carrying the larger packages with both hands. “Hey baby brother! Carry these into the house while i take the rest from Harry.” says the older ginger while tossing the small packs to Ron and turning to grab the load from Harry. Ron gave the pair a side eye before grabbing the boxes and heading into the house while shaking his head in disbelief.

After dinner had been scarfed down and all the dishes had been done, Harry, Fred, Ginny, and Hermione all headed upstairs to shower off and change. The first one out was Hermione then followed by Ginny. After a while Ron noticed that it was taking unusually long for Fred or Harry to finish their shower and head back into the den. Just as Ron started to stand up Fred bounces down the stairs, water still dripping from his hair, followed by Harry with and equally sopping wet head of curls. But the strangest part of this scene wasn’t that the two boys were coming down the stairs at the same time, it was that Harry was wearing yet another one of his siblings Christmas jumpers. This one was emblazoned with a large F and judging by the huge grin plastered on Fred’s face, the older boy knew just how much this bothered his little brother. “May I speak to you,” Ron whispered to Harry through gritted teeth, “outside?” Harry shrugged and said sure before being yanked out the back door by the fabric on his arm. “BLOODY HELL, HARRY!” Ron yelled out while whipping around to face him. “What?!” Harry asked innocently as his eyes widened in question. “You know exactly what!” Rob blurred as his poked Harry in the chest with his index finger. “You know you’re my best mate and I don’t care who you love,” by this point Ron had calmed down and was now just saying sentences through sighs, “but really?? Are you just going to date my entire family?!” Hardy stared at Ron blankly for a second before bursting into a deep belly laugh. Harry just stood there in a fit of laughter as Ron looked on with an utterly confused expression on his face. Finally Harry took a deep breath and placed his hand on Ron’s shoulder: “Oh Ron,” Harry giggles a little more, “not your WHOLE family!” Harry said casually, “You can keep Percy!” Harry laughed again while turning back to head inside leaving Ron to stand on the back lawn with his jaw hanging open in disbelief.

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years ago

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Common, Regular, Ordinary (Jungkook x You x Taehyung ONESHOT)

A/N: Hello @you-need-namjesus Thankyou for your request. I am sorry to hear that. No one deserves to be feeling like you do right now and I might not know you are or know what you are going through but there's always gonna be sunshine after a storm. Im glad you find my writing to be helping you through the rough times, as so many other writers has done for me. If you ever feel the need to talk or rant, feel free to slide into my DM or ask box. I can talk to you about the seriousness of things to the silliest of topics 😊. You can even go anonymously if you prefer. I want to be here for you. And I want you to remember you are not alone. 😘

And I hope this story fits your request and please enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

Y/N pulled her mask to secure it around her face and adjust her black trench coat around her body. Its going to be a long day today, she can already feel it.

"You ready?" She smile behind the mask and nodded her head to the girl next to her, her most loyal assistant and pushed her sunglasses on.

"Lets go," the assistant ushered her out. Y/N takes a deep breath and steps out from her private plane. She secretly thanked god for the invention of private planes, or else she wont know how her tired body is ever going to able to cope. She's been basically living on air and airport to airport for the last six months with her hectic schedule thats being planned for all around the world. Looking back, its funny how just a few years back she have to save up all her money for months just for an economy ticket to Jeju and now she owns not one but two private jets and have a whole entourage walking out behind her. She walks out and lifted her head to sniff the fresh air that smells so familiar and she badly missed.

She's finally back home.

After five most tiring years of her life, shes back.

Shes finally back after she swore to herself five years ago that she wont ever step her foot in her home country ever again before she made it big.

She work night and day to achieve that dream, believing and knowing that someday she will be able to fly home again.

They start walking into the airport and she can already hear the faint screams of her fans. Barriers are already set up along the walkway from her plane to the car and security dressed in black lined up, ready to protect her if need be. Once the main arrival door opened, the screams got so loud and the crowd was overwhelming. She took in her surrounding and saw the whole airport is deck out with her fans, screaming and shouting her name, she felt bad for the other people who is unfortunate enough to fly out at this airport today. She look around and some fans are even crying, some are holding cardboard cards with her name on it and shoving flowers and gifts towards her, which her assistants happily accepted on her behalf. Her managers used to tell her that its dangerous to get close to the fans just to accept their gifts, but Y/N insisted that they do. The fans worked hard to make or buy the gifts, especially for her. The least she could do for these people who made her who she is today is to accept it with a smile and an open heart.

Afterall, without them, L/N Y/N is just another ordinary girl from a small little town.

Ordinary.

Regular. Common.

"We cant do this anymore. I...I mean, I cant do this anymore," he gather all courage and try to look into her eyes. What he sees is clear pain and sadness. "I'm sorry Y/N. I love you. But... my career doesnt allow me to be with somebody... ordinary,"

"Ordinary?" She mumbled the words. Yes, she knows she is just a normal university student who everyday life only includes attending classes and a part time job in a student's cafe. She doesnt go on tours or spend her days in studios and practice room. But... does Jungkook, the love of her life Jungkook, who was supposed to make her feel special, need to call her ordinary? Y/N looked down at her attire and self conciousness starts to overwhelm her. Jungkook looks like a God with his perfectly fitted skinny ripped jeans and white shirt, paired with a leather jacket and here she sat, in last night's overside shirt and worn out shorts. She starts to pull on her shirt, adjusting it and tucking her hair, trying to make her look more 'less' ordinary, feeling self concious about her looks.

"I... I know I'm just a normal girl, but we are in love... arent we? Does it really matter to you that I'm just someone living an ordinary life?"

"I do love you... but Y/N... its something I have to do. I need someone who is more suited for me,"

Y/N shakes her head to clear the painful memory from her mind and picked up her pace to get to the car faster. She only just landed and she already feeling extremely exhausted, wanting nothing more than to get into the hotel and rest her tired mind away as fast as she could.

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"You have this first week free Y/N, before the landslide of schedule comes in. What do you want to do?" Meen A smile at her. Meen A is one of her oldest assistant. She was with her when she was just a young, naive, ordinary girl, and with the years they have spend together, she quickly become her best friend rather than her assistant. "Shopping? Spa? Facial? Walking around? Or just sleeping?" she chuckles. Y/N giggle. Sleeping does sound tempting. She rarely have enough time to sleep as it is. But... she has another exciting plan to execute.

"Do you even have to ask?" They look at each other before squealing at the same time.

"Food!"

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They walked along the busy street hand in hand, Y/N wrapped in her masked, coat and scraf, sunglasses donning her face to conceal her identity.

"Do you really think people wont recognize you with this silly getup?" Meen A eyes her before looking at the people walking who are already whispering.

"They wont! Im not that well known! Besides, they are just looking because who wear black clothes that covers almost everything in the middle of summer," Meen A rolled her eyes.

"Are you kidding me? You are currently the world No 1 celebrity! You are the most sought after multi talented singer, composer, actress, director, entrepeneur, model, fashion icon and girl next door rolled in one!" She exclaimed. "You hang out with Taylor Swift! You walk the runway with Kendall Jenner! Tyra Banks invited you to tea and Drake to his album launch! Even Justin Bieber tried to make a move on you. I cant barely keep up with your social calendar. Everybody wants to be you or be with you! How is that not considered a No 1 celebrity?"

"Stop exaggareting! They are just my friends! I'm not all that and you know it,"

"No. You stop being so humble! You are all that and you know it" Meen A huffed in frustration, as she always does whenever they have this conversation, making Y/N smile. "I think you are the only celebrity in this world who didnt let all your fame and riches get over you head. You are really great. But I always wonder why,"

"There's a special someone that I once met and there's just something that he told me that stays in my heart. His words hit me hard and after all these years, I believe he has a point," Y/N smile softly at the memory. "And I want nothing more than to just be an ordinary girl,"

Her mind drifted back to the day he met that particular stranger. The day that mark the changing of the rest of her life for good.

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"Lets eat here! Its secluded and not many people around. Also, I heard they served the best food here!" Meen A pulled her hand into a restaurant and they took a table at a back corner. This restaurant was said to be popular among celebrities and is often frequented by them.

"Oh my god. Isnt that-" Meen A gasps in excitement when they make their way to the back table, making Y/N raised her head from shoving her mask and sunglass inside her bag and look at what is making her friend so happy. She looks up to find seven pair of eyes with a table filled with food, all looking at the two of them. She was confused as her eyes roamed to each and every one of them.

Who are they? Are they someone well known too?

Y/N doesnt really update herself about the celebrities and the music industry in her home country. Not because she thinks she's too good for them. No, not at all. Its because she didnt want to know about a certain someone. She doesnt want to know anything at all.

"But... my career doesnt allow me to be with somebody... ordinary,"

And that certain someone is looking straight back at her as her eyes falls on the seventh person on the table.

"-Bangtan!" Meen A squeal.

Y/N automatically starts to panic as she tries to grabs Meen A, dragging her out from there, surpising her friend who was too caught up with the shocmed of finally meeting her favorite idol.

Jungkook quickly rise from his seat the moment her eyes catches his. The eyes that is so familiar, too familiar. The eyes that he has been looking for for the past five years. Seeing how panic she is and how she started to reached out for her friend and make her exit immediately, Jungkook rushed over and grabbed her hand, the rest of his hyungs watching in confusion and amazement.

What is going on?

"Y/N! Wait. Please. Plesase I'm begging you. Wait," he pleads, but Y/N maintained her head looking at the ground, her body slightly shaking and Jungkook realized she is crying. Meen A finally snapped herself out from the shocked and held onto Jungkook's arm that's holding her hand.

"Sir... I think its best you let her go,"

"No," Jungkook shakes her head, frowning and desperate. "I cant. I wont be able to see her again. Please Y/N. Look at me. Talk to me," he turned towards Y/N and beg. Meen A sense the distress her friend is feeling and her hold on Jungkook's arm tighten.

"You have to let her go. Now. Or else I have no other choice but to call Miss Y/N's security team,"

"No. No. There is no need for that," Namjoon is immediately by their side, smiling his dimpled smile at Meen A. "Im sorry. I dont know what is going on with our maknae. But we will let her go now. Jungkook, let go of her hand," his voice is filled with dominance that Jungkook shakes a little. Its rare to see Namjoon like this. Only during times when he knew he had screwed up big times. And apparently today is one of the time.

"Now, Jungkook,"

"But hyung..."

Y/N's body shakes even more although she kept her head low and turned, not wanting to see even a strand of hair that belongs to Jungkook. Everything about him hurts her and reminds her of the heart break she felt that she had never really recovered from. Meen A began to worry. Y/N is slowly starting to go into hyperventilation.

How does she know Bangtan? She never speak of them before? And what makes her so scared of the maknae? So many questions filled Meen A mind but her hand is quicker as she dialled the other manager who is with the car. Y/N might think that she is able to walk freely, but little did she know that with her mega celebrity status, her manager and security team is always only a few step behind, hidden, whenever she goes out.

Specifically for an emergency occasion like this.

"Kookie... I think you should let go okay. We promise we will get to see her again," Taehyung stood up and try to persuade the determined maknae. He dont know who Jungkook is clinging on to but it seems that the girl is trying her very best to get away from him.

"How do you know hyung? I...I," Jungkook's eyes are already glazed with unshed tears. He cant let go. Not now, when he finally gets her back.

"I know... uh because we will contact this Miss and we will meet them again!" Namjoon quickly came out with something and look at Meen A for help, who nodded her agreement quickly.

"Here is my card. Call me and make an appointment to see Miss Y/N. But for now, please let her go," she tugged on Jungkook's hand who finally lets go. Y/N immediately ran out of the restaurant before Jungkook could say anything.

"Uh thank you. Just... call. If you need anything," Meen A ran out immediately only to find Y/N collapsed on the sidewalk not far fron the restaurant, crying her eyes out.

Oh, Y/N. What happened to you?

"What the hell was that Kook?!" Namjoon yelled at him the moment Y/N and Meen A ran out of the restaurant. "You cant just grab random people like that!"

"Yeah, especially girls who look deathly afraid of you," Yoongi added from the table.

"She's not a random girl..." Jungkook managed to meekly defend himself.

"Yes. She is definitely not random. She's L/N Y/N, the mega superstar. She could sue us and Tae would have to sell every Gucci he owns to pay for it, and that still wont be enough! What are you thinking Kookie?" Hoseok yelled out from across the table.

"Shit. That's the Y/N?" Namjoon turned to Hoseok who nodded. Just realizing with whom they just encountered. "I didnt get to see her face clearly just now,"

"She's not just Y/N to me..." Jungkook explained, head bowed down to the table. The rest of his hyungs looks at him curiously. "She's my first love,"

"What?!"

The rest of the boys starts to bombared him with questions. Demanding the maknae to explain everything that happened between him and Y/N.

During the commotion, they didnt realized that there is someone who is still repeating the recent event in his head, throughly trying to memorize the face that she tried to hide from them. Taehyung is still staring at the door where Y/N just ran out from, his mind spinning, lost in thoughts.

Why does it feel like I have known her before?

/////

"Are you okay? What happened back there?" Meen A turned her body to face her friend who is now wrapped in a blanket curled up in a ball on her bed. It took her a while to dragged Y/N from the sidewalk and coaxed her to stop crying, before the by standers who started to give them weird looks recognized who she is. Y/N was short on breath and panicking the whole time and Meen A was worried to death. She had never seen her like this. Not even before one of her biggest performace. She was always calm, happy and all smiles.

What does Jeon Jungkook have, or possibly did, that could possibly make her like this?

"Y/N? Dont you want to tell me?" She asks softly, as she slides into bed beside her, hands carressing her hair. "I have never seen you like this. Im worried. Can you please tell me what happened?" She tries again and is still met with silenced. Meen A takes a deep breath and reluctantly asks the question that she knew could trigger her best friend.

"Is it... something to do with Jeon Jungkook?

At the sound of his name Y/N turned around and hug her tight, tears wetting her tshirt as she starts to cry again. Meen A just hugged her back and wait until she calms down. Whatever happened between them must have broken her into pieces.

"He... he," she tried to spit out the words between sobs. "He... Jung...Jungkook... is my first love,"

"What?" Meen A's eyes widen. How come she didnt know about this? Y/N was in a relationship with a member of such a well known group? "What happen then Y/N? You can tell me..."

"He broke my heart Meen A," she raised her head and stare straight into her eyes. She can see the hurt and pain in Y/N's eyes so vivid and clear, it gives chills down to her spine. "He broke my heart and changed my life forever,"

People say that being a teenager in love is the best feeling in the world, and Y/N couldnt agree more. She was only 15 when she and Jungkook got together. After countless exchange of shy smiles and late night texts, Jungkook finally found his courage and ask her to be his under a starless sky.Their relationship was strong and happy, even when Jungkook was accepted as a trainee, nothing seem to change for them.

"Nothing will change. I promise. Maybe I wont be able to see you or call you as much as before, but I love you Y/N, wait for me. I will come back for you and make you proud," was the promise Jungkook made her and the promise that she strongly held on too. True to his promise, Jungkook never forgets her, he still comes home to see her whenever he could, spending sleepless nights kissing and holding each other tight.

The success came to Jungkook and his group like rapid fire the moment they debuted, and soon enough his schedule was packed to the brim. Y/N maintained her ordinary life as an ordinary teenager, getting a placed in one of the country top university give her the opportunity to move to town and be closer to Jungkook. Their relationship, although always comes second to Jungkook's career, is still filled with loved and happiness. Y/N was too drunk in love and consumed with happiness that she doesnt care that Jungkook has to hide their relationship, or the fact that he barely has time for her. She thought they would last forever. She thought his love for her would be enough to last them till eternity.

But everything change one fateful day.

She hasnt seen him for months since he was on tour, a normal occurance when you are dating a celebrity. What's not normal is Jungkook seems to call her less, replied to her text less and doesnt seem too excited to hear her voice whenever she managed to call him. She shrugged it off as exhaustion and think nothing of it. They have been together for so long, its already his fourth year after debut. There couldnt possibly be anything wrong right?

"Kookie!" She jumped on him for a kiss the moment he entered but he dodged her, making her confused for a moment before shrugging it off. Maybe he is just tired. They havent seen one another for months now and he is finally back from tour! She miss him so much. "Where's your luggage?" She looks behind him to see nothing.

"I..ah left it at the dorm," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why? You are not staying over tonight?"

"Listen... about that. I have to tell you something," he held her hand and lead her to the couch. They sat with their body turned to faced each other.

"What's wrong Kookie? Did something happen? Is everyone okay?" Jungkook just look at her face. The face he knows he's going to miss so much after today.

"Everyone's alright," he answered softly. "Y/N... you know how much recognition Bangtan is getting now right?" She nodded and smile. She couldnt hide how happy and proud she is for him, although nobody knows her relation with the maknae.

"And you know how our every move is being watch right?"

"Yes..." Where is Jungkook going with this?

"I dont think we can hide our relationship anymore," Y/N's eyes widen and sparkle.

"Kookie, are you saying we should go public?" She squeals. "I can finally do boyfriend things with you! I had always wanted to go to the park and watch the city from the top of the ferris wheels with you!" That was her only wish. She didnt want to ride on Jungkook's popularity. She just wants to be in love and spend time with her boyfriend like everybody else does. That is the only thing she ever wanted from him.

"Urm... no Y/N.I'm sorry but that's not what I meant..." her face fell.

"Oh. Its okay Kookie," she let out a small smile. "Then what is it?"

"Listen... urmmm," Jungkook hesitates. "It wont be a problem if any one of us is caught dating. Our fans can accept that now," Y/N kept silent and focus on listening. "Who we are dating is going to be the problem,"

Y/N starts to feel anxious and felt her hear beats faster. What is he implying?

"What are you trying to say Jungkook?"

"Ordinary?" She mumbled the words. Yes, she knows she is just a normal university student who everyday life only includes attending classes and a part time job in a student's cafe. She doesnt go on tours or spend her days in studios and practice room. But... does Jungkook, the love of her life Jungkook, who was supposed to make her feel special, need to call her ordinary? Y/N looked down at her attire and self conciousness starts to overwhelm her. Jungkook looks like a God with his perfectly fitted skinny ripped jeans and white shirt, paired with a leather jacket and here she sat, in last night's oversize shirt and worn out shorts. She starts to pull on her shirt, adjusting it and tucking her hair, trying to make her look more 'less' ordinary, feeling self concious about her looks.

"Y/N, stop. Please. That is not what I meant..." he grabbed her hand to stop her from covering herself from him. Maybe she wont believe him, but it pains him too to see her this way, hurt and on the brink of crying. But its just something he has to do.

"I... I know I'm just a normal girl, but we are in love... arent we? Does it really matter to you that I'm just someone living an ordinary life?"

"I do love you... but Y/N... its something I have to do. I need someone who is more suited for me," The moment he said it, Jungkook regret it. That is not definitely how he wanted the words to come out.

"More suited?" Her voice cracked. Years they have been together, and her status as a normal girl is apparently more important to him than their feelings. Well, maybe its just her. Maybe Jungkook has lost all feelings for her after all those years he debuted. After all, he met thousands of beautiful celebrities that is 'more suited' for him.

"Y/N..."

"No... its okay.I think you have made yourself perfectly clear. I'm too common. Too regular. Too ordinary to be with you... Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Maknae of Bangtan, the most popular band right now. Its okay Jungkook, I get it," with that she gave one small smile and walked out, trying her best not to let the tears spilled. But who is she kidding? Jungkook has owned her heart from the moment she even know what love is, and now... he has broken it in every way possible.

"What. A. Fucking. Asshole!" Meen A is fuming with anger once Y/N finished her story. "Does he thinks he is all that?! He is just a singer and a dancer! I'm going to beat his ass up when I see him, that fucking asshole!" Y/N giggled at her friend between her tears.

"Its okay Meen A. It was five years ago. Its his life... I cant force him to love me,"

"But Y/N!" Meen A whined. "Why are you so nice?!" She huffed. "So... did you become this successful because you want to prove him wrong and make him eat his words? He must be crying seeing you now!"

Y/N giggled again. Meen A never fails to fascinates her. She shakes her head.

"Actually no. Contrary to that, its actually the opposite. I didnt want to know about anything in the industry anymore. I didnt update myself about anyone well know, mostly because it reminds me that I'm just ordinary, like Jungkook puts it, and also I didnt want to see him,"

"Then, what made you become... this?" Meen A motioned to her.

"I met a stranger one day. And that was the day my life changed forever," she smile.

She was crying as she finally found a bench in the quiet park. After months of being able to avoid hearing about any news regarding Jungkook, which is very hard since he is really popular, it finally come to her knowledge that Jungkook is now dating another maknae from a popular girl group. Her classmates has forcefully showed her the article, of course, not knowing the history she had with the said man and she cant help but feel her heart clenched at the sight of Jungkook happily kissing a pretty girl.

The girl is beautiful, and Y/N bet she is multi talented too. She is perfect for him. Special, wanted and definitely not ordinary.

"What are you crying for?" A voice from behind her startled her, only then she realized that someone has already occupied the bench that is placed back to back with hers. She turned her head and saw a man with a hat and masked secured on his face. She couldnt see his face clearly, but his piercing gaze is enough to fascinates her. However, there is a clear sadness in his eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing," she whispered back.

"If I tell you my story will you tell yours? I just need someone to talk to," Y/N contemplate for a moment and finally agreed to it. He is a stranger. She will never see him again anyway.

"My fan- urgh I mean my friends expected so much from me. I'm tired of it. I'm still just a normal man. Why cant they see that?"

"But... if they believed in you, doesnt that mean you are not just an average guy to start with? There must be something about you that makes them expect so much from you,"

"I guess... but... I dont like it,"

"Isnt that a great thing?" Y/N raised her eyebrows to the masked man. "To be loved? For people to think you are special? Capable of doing things? Not just someone normal and ordinary?"

"Not for me. I dont want people to see me as someone extra ordinary. I am not. I am just being me. This is who I am. Sometimes I wish that I could just blend in with others and not stand out so much,"

"You are really funny," she chuckles. "In this world where everybody tried to be special, why do you want to be ordinary?"

"No. You are the funny one," he retorted and his sharp gaze look straight into her eyes. Y/N swear she has never seen a pair of eyes looks so beautiful. "Because in a world full of people trying to be special, what is so wrong to ordinary?"

"Wow... that's deep," Meen A exclaimed with her mouth wide open. "But still, what I dont get is how does that makes you want to be who you are now?"

"Well... after I went home that day, I started thinking and he was right. He made me feel that there is absolutely nothing wrong with being ordinary. You might think I become who I am today to prove a point, but no... I just want to send a message to everyone out there, that ordinary people can be and do anything they want too if they put their mind to it. Just because people see you as nothing special, that doesnt mean you are short on deserving anything,"

Meen A looks at her in awe. "You are really something Y/N,"

"I might be something... but I will never be enough for Jeon Jungkook," she smile sadly.

"Y/N... do you... perhaps still love him?" Y/N was silenced for a moment by the sudden question. Jeon Jungkook... Does she still loves him? Its a question that she herself is afraid to ask.

"I dont know Meen A. But all I know is that I could never hate him. He might break my heart to pieces... but he is also the one who taught me what love is..."

/////

Y/N is back.

Jungkook ran his hand across his face as he slide down on the floor. Its been a day since the incident at the restaurant and he is restless. He has been pressuring Namjoon to contact that girl who was supposed to set up an appointment with Y/N but Namjoon has been hesitating, saying he should clear his mind first. He doesnt need time to clear anything! He has been waiting to see her for five years and now she's finally home. He needs to see her now!

His last memory of her has haunt him for years and he needs to talk to her. Even for just a second.

Jungkook sat on the couchof her apartment after she left, not moving even an inch for hours as he still try to register the fact that he broke Y/N's heart. To say he fully regret what he did wont be true, since a part of him knows Y/N is really too normal to be with him. But he loves her, that much is true, and seeing her hurt is too much for him to bear. He shakes his head to get rid of the feeling and leave the apartment, turning around one last time to say goodbye to the years of memories he had with his first love.

A month passed and all sadness and regret seems to leave Jungkook's mind when he started a relationship with one of the other maknaes from a girl group. He finally got what he wanted. Being in a relationship with someone who is at the same level as him. Yurin is beautiful and talented, Jungkook loves everything about her. The only problem is that he dont feel in love with her.

The kisses are great, nights spend together are amazing but something just seems off. They talked about their music and live the same lifestyle, there is nothing wrong with their relationship at all. But... she's not Y/N.

As time passes by, Jungkook starts to miss the ordinary things that Y/N do. He misses the days when she would talk about her classes, telling him things that he didnt get to experienced as a college students. He misses her stories of working at a student's cafe and how some days she has to starve herself with only instant noodle when the funds ran low. All he ever talk about with Yurin is the new comeback, which designer to wear to the award show and which expensive restaurant they should try next. There is nothing wrong with all that, really, but its the exact same life he's living. He already know all that. He dont need someone else to talk to him about it.

Jungkook only realized too late then, that Y/N being an ordinary girl is what makes their relationship works. They were the opposite, she is e eeythung he is not, and thats why she completes him.

He shouldnt care about what the society demand from him. Y/N didnt, he shouldnt have either. But its all too late when he found out Y/N is no longer living in her apartment or studying in the same college. She's gone and he didnt know where else to find her.

Until he sees her face on an international interview while he's channel surfing on one boring afternoon. Y/N still looks like the Y/N he knows. Beautiful, sweet, her innocent laugh filled the screen. But the way she talked, dressed and interact with the interviewer, amazed him. Jungkook cant take his eyes off her and continue to watch the show until the end. He learned then that Y/N has become an international sensation, a newly debuted singer/songwriter who is also on her way in making a name in the filming and modeling industry.

Y/N has become a mix of everything he had ever wanted.

And he has been trying to find a way to see her again ever since.

"Hey Kookie," Taehyung entered the practice room and slide down on the floor besides him. "Are you okay? You dont seem so well since what happened yesterday,"

"I am not okay hyung," Jungkook turned to faced Taehyung, face etched with sadness. "Y/N... I need to see her but Namjoon hyung is not letting me," Taehyung kept quiet and nibbled on his bottom lips, thinking.

"Kookie... I know you told us she is your first love. But if you dont mind... what happened to the two of you?" Taehyung is really curious about this Y/N girl and the only person who seems to know her personally is Jungkook. "She seems... terrified of you yesterday,"

Jungkook looked hurt by Taehyung's words. He already know that. When he dreamt about seeing Y/N again, he didnt think that she would hate him that much. Its as if she is scared of him. Scared that he will hurt her again. She dont even want to look at his face yesterday. That feeling... the feeling when someone you love is afraid of you, hates you, not even want to look at you... hurts, and Jungkook dont ever want to feel anything like that anymore.

"I... I break her heart into pieces hyung," Jungkook pushed all his pride aside and finally opened up to Taehyung about everything. When he finished his story with a sob, Taehyung was speechless.

"So you are saying... you two were dating during the years we all live together?!" Taehyung exclaimed. How is it possible that none of the boys found out the maknae is dating? "How did you managed to hide a girlfriend that well?"

"Really hyung? That's what important to you right now?" Jungkook give him the stink eye and he chuckle.

"Sorry. Sorry. But you know Kookie... her face and your story sounds familiar. I wonder if I have met her before?" Jungkook shakes his head.

"Im positive you didnt. I never brought her over to meet any of you guys. Maybe you just think you know her because her face fills up every magazine and tv shows you see?" Jungkook guess. He is pretty positive none of his hyung knows Y/N before she becomes well known.

"Nah... that's not it," Taehyung shakes his head. "Nevermind. I'm sure I will figured it out later,"

Before Jungkook can say anything else, the practice room door opened and walked in Namjoon, looking straight at him.

"Kook, your dream has come true,"

"What do you mean hyung?" Jungkook is confused.

"We are having a collaboration with Y/N while she's in Korea,"

/////

"What?! No, no, no, no,no, no!" Y/N slammed the schedule on the desk and wailed her hands around. This cant be happening. A collaboration with Bangtan? Two whole months of composing, performing, photo shoots and interviews with them? With Jeon Jungkook? This cant be real! "Why am I not informed about this earlier? I wouldnt have agreed to it if I knew!"

"But Y/N... you never go through your schedules before. You always leave it up to the management!" One the managers tries to explain. Y/N was neber demanding kr a diva, she is akways essy to managed. Seeing her like this scare him a bit. Why is she so hellbent on not doing the schedule with Bangtan? "Besides, Bangtan is one of the most successful group in the country right now and they really want to work with you! Its a great opportunity to make your mark here, in your home country,"

Y/N bite her bottom lip. Of course it makes sense when they say it like that. Y/n has rejected everything that has to do with her home country before. She didnt want to come back before she's ready. But now that she's here, she didnt think they would be the first thing on her schedule.

"Is there really no way for me to cancel?" She sighed weakly.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," the manager gave her a regretful smile. "but no,"

/////

"Y/N, these are the boys. Boys, this is Y/N," the staff introduced them once Y/N arrived on the set. She pushed her sunglasses up her forehead, smile and bowed to them, introducing herself and gave them their greeting, all the while avoiding eye contact with the doe eyed boy who is shamelessly staring at her. The older members introduced themselves first, making silly jokes in between to ease the tension that they can feel rising between Y/N and the maknae, but the time for Jungkook to introduced himself finally arrived.

"Hi Y/N. I'm Jeon Jungkook, but I think you already know that," he held out a hand and his bunny smile grew wider when Y/N accept the handshake. He held her hand tight and keeps on staring at her, the smile never leaving his face, making her squirm uncomfortably. Y/N tried to shake her hand lose but Jungkook only held on tighter, as in trying to enjoy every tingling sensation he felt from their touch.

He misses her so much.

"Ehem," Jungkook was broken from his trance and look to his left to see Taehyung looking at him, then their entertwined hands. "I think you can let go now Kook. Its my turn to introduced myself,"

Jungkook huffed and reluctantly lets go, not at all trying to conceal the fact that he was holding her hand hostage on purpose. "Hi," Taehyung flashed her his signature smile. Y/N swore he has never seen a smile so beautiful and sincere given to her before.

"H...hi," Shit, why did I stutter?

Taehyung laughs at how adorable she looks. "So cute," he mumble, making Y/N who heard it blushed hard and Jungkook frowned, sending his hyung a death glare. "I'm Kim Taehyung or V. But you can call me Tae. Nice to meet you Y/N,"

"You... you too Taeyang. I mean Taehyung. I mean Tae," Seriously, what is wrong with me? "Nice to meet you," she slowly brace herself and look into his eyes. Those sharp gaze... it looks so damn familiar.

Taehyung laughs again and shakes her hand. "I have to go with the boys but I will see you in a bit ya?"

Y/N quickly nodded as Taehyung drags Jungkook with him, living her sweaty and blushing. Jungkook who witness the whole exchange happening looks back from his hyung to Y/N and start to feel anxious.

Is something going on with those two?

Days spend with Bangtan passes by in a blur. They were a fun group to be with; funny and talented. There was never a dull moment with them. The best part is always whenever she gets some time alone with Taehyung. There's just something about him that never ceased to amaze her, fascinates her. She loves hearing his deep voice, his laughs, his weird views on things and his funny thoughts. Being able to see Taehyung was always the highlight of her day with Bangtan, and there's just something so familiar about him. About the way his piercing eyes looks at her. Its as if she has seen it before somewhere, some time, long ago. However, what Y/N dreaded the most was when she and Jungkook were left alone, as if it was planned by the boys. She will try her best to get out from the situation, leaving Jungkook who tried hard to get a chance to talk to her frustrated.

She had always managed to get out from the sticky situation until today. She was in the music room during one of their long breaks this time. The boys will usually hang out with each other in their own waiting room, so feeling bored, Y/N sneaked out and found a lone piano in a what she assumed is a music room and started playing one of the song she is currently working on. She only started playing a few lines when a voice surpised her.

"That's beautiful," she turned to her right to see Jungkook already seated down beside her on the piano bench. She immediately stood up, ready to leave but Jungkook pulled her back down.

"No. Please, stay. Can you play the rest of the song for me? Can I hear it? Please?" He plead, eyes looking straight into hers, bringing back both painful and beautiful memories she had tried to forget. Y/N hesitates as she looked around, wishing nothing more than for someone to come in and save her. But no one did and Jungkook is still gripping her hand and looking at her. "Please?"

"O..okay," she nodded her agreement and sat back down, fingers poised to play her song.

I really love the role I play The songs I sing But with all the fame The things that seem so simple Suddenly, so far out of reach Wish that they could see That underneath I'm just an ordinary girl! Sometimes I'm lazy I get bored, I get scared, I feel ignored, I feel happy I get silly, I choke on my own words. I make wishes, I have dreams, And I still want to believe, Anything can happen in this world For an ordinary girl! Like you like me For an ordinary girl Like you like me

The room waa silent when she finished playing. Jungkook felt a lump in his throat as the memory of him recklessly breaks her heart came back to him.

"But... my career doesnt allow me to be with somebody... ordinary,"

"Y/N..."

Y/N stopped him and smile before he could continue, already oredicting what he would be saying. "No Jungkook. Dont say anything. You dont need to say anything. I'm over it," she stood up and bowed, hastily trying to escape but Jungkook is too fast for her and grab her arm.

"But I'm not,"

"What?"

"I'm not over it Y/N. I'm not over you..."

"Stop joking around Jungkook. Its not funny!"

Jungkook stood up and turned her to face him. "I'm not. Y/N... I swear I'm not! Please listen to me first," Jungkook pleaded. "What I did, what I said, everything was wrong. A mistake," Y/N shakes her head, denying his claim.

"No. You were happy without me Jungkook. You were happy with the girls you dated after me. All those girls who are beautiful and a somebody," Y/N blinked back her tears. No, she promised herself that she wont cry for Jeon Jungkook ever again.

"Thats what I thought I wanted Y/N. But I was wrong. I was so wrong," he gripped both of her hands, making her gasps. "I'm so sorry for what I did Y/N. I tried to look for you after you left, but I couldnt find you... and now you are here..." he cupped her chin to tilt her head to look at him. "Y/N, looking at you now, I regret everything I ever did and say to you. Please forgive me Y/N. Please... can we... can we try again?"

Y/N was shocked. She didnt think Jungkook would ever ask her to be together again. She is afterall, still just an ordinary girl... and him. Look at him, he is as perfect as he could ever be.. Then his words appeared back in her mind.

Looking at you now.

"Is this what this is? You want me back because I'm no longer the ordinary little town girl I was five years back? Because I'm successful now?!" Y/N was furious. How dare he. Jungkook was startled by her assumption. How did she even come to think of that? That is absolutely not what it is at all!

"What?! No! Y/N no! That is absolutely not what this is about. Y/N... you are everything that I want. I just realized it too late. Please Y/N. Lets try again. I'll treat you right this time,"

"No!" She shakes her hand loose from his grip. "You cant do this to me Jungkook. It took me five years to even be able to hear your name again. You broke me beyond repair. You make me judged myself to the point where I hated myself Jungkook. You dont know how broken you make me when you left. I loved you. I really really loved you... but you..."

"Y/N, please just give me another chance. Lets try this again," he begged.

"No!" Y/N start to walk out as fast as she could but what Jungkook said next stopped her in her tracks.

"I love you Y/N. I have never stop loving you," Y/N's whole body shakes as tears starts to stream down her face. She ia grateful for the fact that she is not facing him. Jeon Jungkook shouldnt see her cry. Not now. Not ever. But hearing those three words comes our from her one true love, her first love, Y/N felt her heart bursting in both pain and happiness again.

"I love you... please believe me Y/N..." he repeated softly. His voice shocked Y/N out from her tranced and she quickly continue her exit, never once looking back.

Y/N managed to bring herself to an empty park, well, of course its empty, its past midnight, after sending a quick text to Meen A to tell her to cancel the rest of her schedule and postponed it to tommorow. There is no way she is able to face Jungkook again. She close her eyes and leaned her head back, enjoying the cool breeze.

"Do you think the stars are watching we live our life like we watch a reality drama series?" Y/N was startled by the deep voice that suddenly appeared in the dark. She looks up and saw Taehyung walking towards her, smiling and sitting down besides her.

"What are you doing here Tae?"

"The question is, what are you doing here? I have always come here after schedule. This park is very near to my dorm," he pointed somewhere behind him.

"Ahh. Okay. But...what do you do here all alone? You are not a mass murderer or a rapist right?" She jokes and he laughs.

"Nothing. Just sitting in the dark and asks random questions like the one I asked you just now," he grinned.

"Really? You have to do it here? Alone? In the dark?" Y/N questioned, eyebrows arched. "Why cant you discuss it with your group mates? Isnt it better to talk to someone who could actually respond?"

Taehyung hung his head at her statement, feeling sad. "Not really. Sometimes I just want the peace and quiet to think and play with my own thoughts. Sometimes I even wonder if I made the right decision to live this kind of life," he chuckles.

"This kind of life? What do you mean?"

"This life we are living Y/N. People expect so much from us. To be flawless, remarkable in everything," he sighed. "Sometimes I wonder what its like to live an ordinary life,"

Y/N laughs. There's that word again. It seems no matter where she goes, that words haunts her like a nightmare.

"I wouldnt know what you are feeling Tae, because I have been ordinary all my life,"

Taehyung looks at her as if she doesnt make sense at all. Well, to be fair to him,she really doesnt make sense. How can a mega superstar like her, living life that people only dream of could possibly say shes been ordinary all her life? But Taehyung figured she has a reason for saying that and just lets it go.

"You are lucky then," he stood up, both hands in pockets and smile down at her. "Because Y/N, in a world full of people trying to be special, what is so wrong to be ordinary?"

Y/N's mouth drop open. Those words... they are like her secret mantra to survive the broken heart Jungkook left her with. She blinked and look at Taehyung. Those eyes staring back at her. She remembers now. The deep voice, the piercing gaze.

That stranger is Taehyung.

The man she has been searching for all these while is Kim Taehyung.

But before she could say anyhing, he is already gone.

Y/N tossed and turn the whole night. The whole conversation with Taehyung, the recent one and way back five years ago when he was just a stranger, played continuosly in her head. Its Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung.

Everything fits now. For the past month she has been getting to know him, she fell for his dorky ways and the unique things he did. She see the sadness in his face when his fans criticized his fashion choices or hairstyles, how sometimes he rather stay home and not come with them because he is tired to conceal his real self in public. She understand now why the stranger wants to be ordinary. Why Kim Taehyung wants to be ordinary.

Taehyung is beautiful, inside out. And its a shame people are more focus on the facade he puts out rather than his true self. Y/N thinks back about all the time they spend together. Taehyung will mostly ask about her life way back before she was a celebrity, asking her stories about her classes, courses, her part time job and he enjoys her stories. Every bit of it. Sometimes it seems as if he loves it more than listening to her experience touring around the world, working with all these influential people. Its... different. Most people she met in the industry are only trying to be close to her for her name, for her connections, but Taehyung felt sincere.

Taehyung loves how she is when she's just an ordinary girl.

And Y/N finally admits it now. She's in love with that extraordinary boy.

Unfortunately for her, no matter how much she wanted to she Taehyung again and proclaim her love for him the next day, they are having a one day break. So instead, she peeled her sleepless body for a morning walk towards the rows of restaurant. She needed something to clear her head.

Just her luck, she saw Taehyung sitting alone on one of the sidewalk cafe, his breakfast still full on his table, playing with his phone.

"Tae!" A wide grin stretch across her face as she walks over. How can someone look this beautiful?

"Oh, Y/N. Nice to see you here," he smile, and Y/N felt her heart beats faster.

"Are you alone?"

"I'm actually with-"

"Y/N?" Shit. The voice that calls out her name makes her heart rscing and palm swearing in fear, and she wanted nothing more than just to get out from there.

"I..I'll be going first Taehyung," she bowed quickly and make her exit, confusing Taehyung who didnt understand the situation.

"Y//N, please wait," Jungkook grab her arms and turn her around. "Please... dont run away from me,"

"Let go Jungkook,"

"Not until you give me a chance," he gritted his teeth in determination. "Y/N... I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was a fool, an idiot. I care about my status, my job more than I ever did about your feelings before. But all that will change now. I have changed now. I will love you right this time. Baby... please," his soft doe eyes pierced through hers, begging her for another chance. The way he looks at her, the feeling of his touch on her arms, his familiar scent that filled his nostrils the way he calls her baby... her heart is aching. She misses him so much.

She raised her eyes to look at him. His handsome face and the way the mask hang around his mouth and nose.

The mask. The mask that he needs to conceal his identity. His identity that makes him too good to be with her in the first place.

Jungkook will always be a somebody. He has to hide his identity even he is having his breakfast. And although she is a part of that life now, deep inside she is still just an ordinary girl who unfortunately falls in love with someone extraordinary like Jeon Jungkook.

And what happened five years back proves that Jungkook would never accept that ordinary part of her. And if he cant accept that, then he cant have all of her.

"I'm sorry. I cant Jungkook," she trembled. "I have only known and love you all my life. I love every part of you... but you dont love me for who I really am. I am just still me Jungkook. Underneath all this, I'm still just that girl you broke for being ordinary. You wont and cant ever love me fully... and I wont force you too,"

"Y/N. No. I love you. I love all of you. Everything about you. Please. Give me this chance and I will prove it to you," Jungkook is panicking. He cant loose her like this. She didnt even give her a chance to get close, to show her how he has change. He has been looking for her for five years, how can he just let her slip away?

"You think you do. But I know you better than that. You are just in love with the idea of me," she smile sadly. Oh, how she wished they were still young lovers. Happy and in love. "I thought no one could ever like me for who I really am Jungkook. I loathe myself. For years I loathe myself. But I know now, not everybody hates ordinary. We ordinary girls have to right to be love too,"

"I didnt me-"

"I cant be with you Jungkook. I thought I wont ever get over you, but I was wrong. I fell in love. I found someone worthy to love me now. And I would do anything to make him love me..." she finally quietly admits, leaving Jungkook speechless.

"Wh..what?" Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. This cant happen. His baby is in love with someone else? Who? Who is the man who stole her heart away? "Who is it? Tell me Y/N! Who is it! I will show you I can love you better than him," his face is etched in anger as he shakes her shoulders.

"You dont need to know..."

"I do. I do need to know Y/N. I need to know so I can show you how much more I will love you than he ever will!" He insisted, crazy with anger. Y/N looks around and see they are starting to catch attention and people are starting to recognized them. She cant let them happen.

"Stop it Jungkook..."

"No! I love you Y/N. Why wont you believe me?" He cried. "Tell me who is he?"

"Its Taehyung!" She screamed, tired of Jungkook's tireless persuassion. "Its Kim Taehyung! Are you happy now? I love Kim Taehyung and he didnt even know! So you dont have to do anything Jungkook!" His grasp on her shoulder soften.

"You are in love with Tae - hyung? My hyung?" His eyes roamed all over her face, looking for any sign that shes lying. But theres none. His heart starts to ache, a feeling so foreign to him. "Since when?"

"Since... sinc..," her eyes flickered behind Jungkook and her mouth dropped in horror. "Taehyung!" Jungkook whipped his head to see what Y/N is looking at, and true enough, his hyung stood there behind him and with the look on his face, its clear he heard everything. His eyes looks straight at her, dark and blank, she couldnt understand what emotions are playing within him right then and it scared her.

"Tae, wait! I can ex-" Y/N started to run after him when he abruptly turned around and walked away towards the other direction.

"Y/N, please. Choose me. Please. I love you. I cant live without you. Choose me Y/N. Dont leave me for Tae," Jungkook held on to her jacket's sleeves, begging her with his brown eyes. Y/N felt her tears finally fell at the sight of Jungkook, the mighty Jungkook begging for her, an ordinary girl.

"Then you have to learn how to Jungkook. Just like how I did before," she shakes her sleeve loose and run after Taehyung. Jungkook was left alone, stunned, and after years of being strong and believing he can do anything, he fell to his knees for he knows this time he wont be able to do it.

Losing Y/N all over again.

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"Tae! Tae. Stop. Just stop," Y/N was breathless as she managed to grab Taehyung by the arm. The said man turned and emotionlessly turned to face her. She felt her heart break. Does Taehyung really doesnt have any feelings for her at all?

"You shouldnt say things that you dont even understand Y/N," he suddenly broke the silenced.

"What are you talking about Tae? What you heard-"

"How can you say you love me? How is that even possible?"

"Why isnt it possible? I'm in love with you Kim Taehyung! Why is that not possible?" She huffed. Did Taehyung really thinj no one would ever love him? "I'm in love with every part of you. The real you! Not the facade you put out for everyone around you. But the you that you showed me during the talks we had. I'm in love with that Kim Taehyung!"

"I cant be with you," his words came out so smoothly out from his mouth, it hurts her to think how he doesnt even have to think about it at all.

"Why?" She cried. Y/N can feel her heart broke for the second time after a long time. "Why cant you give me a chance? I know you felt it too. I can see it when you talk to me. When you look at me. Please Tae, why cant you let me?"

"Tae... is there really no chance for us?" Y/N asks again when he kept quiet, eyes fixed on the ground. "You... really cant love me?" Y/N lets out a deep breath and weakly lets go of his hand when he still didnt answer. "Okay... I'm sorry. I just thought..." she didnt finished her words before she turned around, wanting to just walk away from the situation and just buried herself in her blanket back at the hotel. She was always a fool in love. Ordinary or not, no one will ever love her for her. She just need to braced another month of schedule with Bangtan and she can forget all this ever happen.

"Do you want to know why we could never happen?" Taehyung's voice reached her ears, sounding so soft and sad, making her turn around even though she dont think she can ever face him again. Y/N stopped in her tracks for a moment and decide to just walk away. There is no need for her to listen to the list of reasons as to why Taehyung would never ever love her.

"Y/N, listen to me," Taehyung grabbed her hand. Why is he doing this? Why is he forcing her to listen to things that she doesnt want to? Is he intentionally wanting to hurt her?

"I...I dont want to Tae," she sobbed. "I dont need to know why you wont ever love me,"

Taehyung immediately cupped both of her cheeks and make her look at him the moment she said that. "Y/N... I'm sorry for what I said. And I never said I didnt love you back..." he said so softly Y/N almost missed it, but she didnt and her eyes widen. Did... did Taehyung just confess?

"Please dont cry..." his thumbs wipe the tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks. "Look around you Y/N... this is the reason why we cant be together,"

For the first time since they talk, Y/N raised her head and look around her. Fans are gathered all around, cellphones out and snapping photos. She looks up and billboards with her face on it filling the view. Even if the passerby didnt know who they were before, they sure do now. "You are too special to be with me Y/N. I am not the one for you. I'm too strange and weird to be with you. You deserves the world. You are remarkable, and you deserves the best. Me? I'm just an ordinary small town boy who accidentally passes an audition Y/N. I'm not for you. So dont cry for me. These people doesnt like to see you cry," he smile at her. She feels her heart beats faster. She wants that smile. She wants to wake up to that smile everyday and she wont let who she became now stops her from the happiness that is right in front of her.

"Taehyung... I'm still that same ordinary girl you met in the park five years back. The girl who cried because the person she loves broke her. Dont you remember her?"

"What? What are you saying?"

"You are really funny," Y/N repeated what he said to her way back then. "In this world where everybody tried to be special, why do you want to be ordinary?" Taehyung's eyes widen at that. Little did she know, just like her, their encounter that day changed his life forever too. He accepted his life more after their little talk and since then he starts not to think about what his fans would want from him. He is just an ordinary man and if they dont love him for that, then they didnt love him to start with.

"That... that was you?" Y/N nodded with a smile and tears in her eyes.

"Tae... what you said to me that day changed me. Because of you I start to believe that ordinary girls like me deserves to be loved too. I came back to the park everyday in hope to see you again but I never did. You have been a part of my life for a long time Tae, whether you like it or not," she laughs. "And if you think I am too special to be with you, then you are dead wrong. You are everything I could ever want. You are the only person in my life who loves me for that dorky college girl that I am and I'm in love with you for that," she rajsed her hands and carressed his cheeks. Taehyung slowly leaned in into her touched. "You love every lsrt of me and you deserve to have all of me Tae,"

"Dont see me like what the other see me Tae. See me for who I really am. I am just an ordinary girl who falls in love with an amazing man, and she hopes that amazing man would someday fall in love with her too,"

"I am already in love with you Y/N. From the moment you stutter my name the first time we officially met," he laughs out loud at the memory as Y/N blushed. "Why were you so nervous anyway? You are already in love with me back then arent you? My good looks got nothing on you,"

"Yah!" She hit his chest and Taehyung pulled her close in his embraced. "Dont tease me,"

"You are adorable," he kissed her head and they can hear the camera shutter clicking from all around them. They have a lot to answer to their own management tomorrow, but for now that didnt matter. "My beautiful ordinary girl, you make me realized that nothing else matters that just to be and love yourself. You are the best thing that could have ever happen to me, eventhough I dont even know who you were back then. I love you Y/N," he whispered.

"And I love you Kim Taehyung. Just my weird fascinating Kim Taehyung," Taehyung smile and leaned his head closer to her as his lips tremble when he touched the lips of the girl he has dreamt about for years.

As the couple shared their first kiss, and the people around them starts to busily clicking their cameras and cooing at the adorable couple, a pair of teary doe eyes looks from afar...

And for the first time in his life, he admits that his heart is broken to pieces.

By an ordinary girl.

A/N: Ordinary Girl that Y/N played on the music room is actually a real song by Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus, with the same title. All credits goes to the original artists and everyone involved in it.

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jae-bummer · 7 years ago

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Duality of Man

Request: Can u please write Yoongi + 18.? I dont really like pain but I know you can write it really beautifully and stories like that are needed too and I think this theme fit Yoongi a lot :) Thank you for your amazing work and dedication to your fans ♡

18) Two mini fics in one: The first time you see your bias. The last time you see your bias.

Member: BTS Yoongi x Y/N

Type: angst

The first time...

You moved slowly and carefully across the room, cautious not to drop the box you were holding. The records housed in your arms shifted back and forth haphazardly, causing you to cringe as you moved. The speakers above you bumped a new artist’s mixtape, just loud enough to catch your attention. You grooved along, allowing your footsteps to move in the same rhythm as the song surrounding you. Your hands became steady as you carried the heavy box, giving you the steps you needed. That’s why you loved working at a music store, it always gave you some flow.

You bent your knees, attempting to find the table about a foot below your grip. Your knuckles finally hit the wood surface just as noise erupted in the front half of the store. You furrowed your brows, dropping the box in surprise, and completely slammed your fingers.

“Shit,” you hissed, sliding your fingers out, and instantly beginning to shake them in the air.

You shuffled toward the entrance of the stock room, moving the beaded curtain to the side to glance out. A crowd was beginning to gather on the sidewalk, but nothing in the actual store seemed to be concerning. You caught the eye of the cashier who only shrugged. If she wasn’t concerned, you wouldn’t be either.

You disappeared behind the curtain again and examined your fingers. You sighed, noticing one of your nails had begun to bleed. You groaned as you navigated to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. Immediately sticking your fingers beneath it, you were hoping for some form of relief. You cringed, a moan escaping your lips as the water stung the wounded area.

“Damnit,” you hissed. “Son of a bitch. Mother f-”

You turned the corner out of the bathroom and halted as soon as you did. Your eyes grew wide as a light haired boy stared back at you, his own eyes panicked. Your froze, your fingers still in the air, midway to your mouth. He began to shake his head slowly, bringing a finger up to his mouth as a signal to remain quiet.

You had several thoughts about the situation, most of them involving him being a burglar.

But were burglars that attractive?

Against your better judgement, you began to nod in return, waiting quietly in your spot.

A soft roar began to emanate from the front of the shop, it’s small quarters were quickly being filled by potential customers. You made a move to join your coworker, but the strange man caught you by the wrist.

“You don’t want to go out there,” he whispered huskily.

You opened your mouth to respond, only to close it again as your coworker’s voice cut through the noise.

“No, if you aren’t in here buying something, get the hell out! I don’t even know who the hell you’re looking for, but he’s not here!” your coworker shouted. “Out! Out! Shouldn’t you be in school? Do your parents know you’re here?”

“Who are you?” you asked, furrowing your brows as you focused on the could-be burglar.

“Not anyone worth knowing,” he hummed, exhaling a deep breath. He began to slide down the wall he was leaning against, plopping to the ground with a groan.

You crouched beside him and let out a chuckle. “Apparently, you’re mistaken.”

“My name is Min Yoongi,” he said after a moment.

“Where are you from, Min Yoongi?” you smiled.

“Daegu,” he nodded surely.

“Then what are you doing in Seoul if you’re from Daegu?” you continued to pry.

“Honestly, I don’t know anymore,” he sighed. “I do know that I am very, very tired.”

“Are you going to force me to google you? Or are you going to give me the whole story?” you grumbled, finally falling to the floor next to him.

He bit his lip, dropping his face in his hands.

“I’m not sure who needs to take out the trash here, but it ain’t me,” your coworker grumbled, sticking her head through the beads. “I just handled a rabid bunch of tweens, so you can see him out.”

“Right,” you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Give me a second.”

“No, give me now, help me pick up this mess,” she hissed. “Please and thank you.”

“She’s charming,” Yoongi muttered, sending a wary look over his shoulder.

“I know after experiencing how polite I am, you’re shocked,” you grinned. “But in all earnesty, if you don’t at least tell me why you are on the run, I’m going to have to kick you out.”

“I’m not a fugitive,” he sneered, squinting at your name tag. “Y/N.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you said with a small shrug. “So let’s get you out of here.”

“My name is Min Yoongi,” he repeated again. “Min Yoongi.”

“I’ve heard,” you hummed, pulling yourself up. You gripped at the hood of his jacket and gave a light tug. “Come on, Min Yoongi.”

“But I’m known by my stage names. Suga or Agust D,” he whispered, looking away from you.

“Suga,” you said quietly, tilting your head. You searched your mind for the name. “Suga...suga...BTS Suga?”

“BTS Suga,” he repeated with a small nod.

“I heard your mixtape,” you grinned. “It wasn’t bad.”

Yoongi let out a small scoff. “Gee, thanks.”

“That’s a compliment from me,” you grinned. “I’m not easily impressed.”

“Obviously,” he muttered. “They wrote an article about it for Billboard.”

“They write something about you in XXL? Vibe?” you teased.

He shot you a dirty look, but quickly grinned. “Do I look like Kendrick Lamar to you?”

“Nah, cause I would have known if he was hiding in my stock room,” you grinned. You sat back down beside him and hit his knee with yours. “That is a pretty big deal though. I mean...I don’t have an article about me written by anyone at Billboard.”

“Thanks,” he nodded, his smile fading to a smirk, but not disappearing. “I’ve worked hard.”

“It shows, dozens of teen girls stampeded into this place for you,” you nodded. “I don’t think half of them even know what records are to be honest.”

“I didn’t become a musician so I could hide,” he sighed.”Sorry, I don’t mean to take up your time. Who likes a stranger telling them their problems. I’ll just...uh...see myself out.”

He moved to lift himself up, but you yanked his wrist back down again. “The best thing about venting to strangers is they have no preconceived bias about who you are. So I mean...you can hide in the stock room anytime.”

Yoongi grinned and crossed his arms, searching your face for something you were unsure of. “Really?”

“No,” you chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him. “Get the hell out of my store.”

But really, it was only the beginning.

In the end...

You moved slowly and carefully across the room, cautious not to drop the box you were holding. A portion of your life lived in that box and you didn’t intend on dropping it. Just because you had chosen to end that part of your life, did not mean it was not important to you.

You shuffled through the silence, keeping your eyes cemented on Yoongi’s sleeping form. You were a coward, but you knew that. You never thought you would be the one sneaking away after an argument.

The argument.

The argument to end all arguments.

When you and Yoongi were sitting on the floor in the stock room of the music store you had worked at, you had hearts in your eyes. As he vented to you about the woes of an idol and the duality of his personalities, you had listened with an attentive ear.

You hadn’t realized how that would impact your possible future with Yoongi.

But boy, did it.

You had never intended on entering a relationship with him. You had never intended on being together for as long as you had. But as time passed, you learned more and more about the difference between work Suga and at home Yoongi. And you were tired.

Just as tired as he was when you had first met.

...

It was 2 a.m. when he had struggled in that evening. You had left nearly every light in the apartment on, anticipating his arrival for hours. You slept sitting up on the couch, ready to strike as soon as you heard keys in the door.

Just because he was an idol, didn’t mean he got the pass to be an asshole.

“Whoa, for a minute I thought you had forgotten where you lived,” you yawned, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Can you not,” he grumbled. “It’s been a long day.”

“No kidding!” you gasped. “I have those too, but I mean, you wouldn’t know because you aren’t around to see them.”

“Look, don’t be a jerk,” he muttered. “Seriously, I’m not in the mood for it.”

You bit your lip and took a deep breath in. So maybe you were being harsh.

“You might not want to have this conversation right now,” you nodded. “But when are we going to have it, Yoongi?”

He dropped his bag by the door and made his way to the couch, falling beside you. He went to place his head on your shoulder, but you quickly moved away. “Y/N,” he grumbled. “Why are you acting like this?”

“The scary part is you think this came out of no where,” you whispered. “Why would I be acting like this?”

“I’m guessing because I’m not home to cater to you,” he muttered.

“Do you want to retry your choice of verb or are you going to leave it?” you asked, lifting your brows.

“Seriously, what do you want from me? I’m tired. I told you that,” he hissed. “But please, let’s argue after the day I’ve had. I really appreciate it.”

“After the day you’ve had, after the day you’ve had,” you repeated. “What about the day I’ve had, Yoongi? When do I get to peer out from behind your shadow?”

“It’s not like that,” he sighed.

“Then tell me what it’s like, please,” you nodded. “When we first met, you told me that your music was your first love. I understood. You told me that you had dual pieces to your personality. You had your stage presence, the person you were when you were working. Then you had your true self, Min Yoongi, the soft and considerate man I had in my heart. That part is a little bit harder to swallow.”

“The man you have in your heart...” he whispered. “So you don’t love me as a whole?”

“How am I supposed to?” you sighed. “When Suga of BTS literally is someone I’ve never gotten to know. I only know that he ignores me and picks just about everything over me.”

“I told you that I was career driven,” Yoongi grumbled. “Before we ever got into this. I told you how it would be.”

“And I was so in love with Min Yoongi that it didn’t even matter,” you said quietly. “I’m not saying you’re a bad person. I’m not saying your a bad boyfriend. All I’m saying is you could be more considerate. Suga could be more considerate.”

“I’m one person,” Yoongi sighed. “And I’m sorry, Y/N...but I don’t plan on changing things. I can’t.”

“No matter how self destructive?” you croaked. “No matter how relationship damaging?”

“Until I am ready to make a lifestyle change...I just can’t,” he whispered. “I’ll have to ask you to take it or leave it.”

...

And you were leaving it.

You slid one shoe on, followed by another, cringing as the floorboards beneath you creaked under your weight. Yoongi was a fairly heavy sleeper, so you weren’t really concerned about waking him. Heavy thoughts kept his head in the pillow, so it was your own paranoia driving the fear.

You took your supporting hand from the box for a moment, digging in your back pocket to find the one last thing that tied you to Yoongi.

Your key.

You slid it from the denim and placed it lightly on the table near the door. You nodded to yourself as Yoongi shifted sleepily on the couch, but still not waking up completely. You bit your lip, attempting to keep the tears from falling, but failing miserably.

You tugged open the door, not caring if it whined as you did. You hurried through the frame and shut it behind you, shutting this chapter of your life as well.

You took the stairs by two, clinging to the buckling cardboard in your grasp as you moved like your life depended on it. You could make it back to your apartment in fifteen minutes if you walked quickly. Maybe in two or three blocks you could manage to calm down enough to call a cab.

Hopefully you could burn off energy and guilt in the walk.

You knew you were equally as fault. You didn’t want to work with Yoongi’s lifestyle just as much as he didn’t want to change it. Just because a man is an idol doesn’t make him any more or less of a human. And when it came down to it, if you had both grown unhappy in the relationship, it was time for it to end.

You just wish you had been brave enough to leave while he was there.

But as you went to bed that evening, he didn’t need to be told verbally. He knew you would be gone when he woke.

You took a deep breath as you stood on the sidewalk below the building. You paused for a moment, closing your eyes to internalize what you were actually doing. You exhaled, chancing a glance to the windows above, and instantly felt a pang of regret instead.

Yoongi’s silhouette stood firmly in the window, three floors up, in the same apartment where you had left him. He looked down at you, his pale hand pressed against the glass as a silent plea,

You cleared your throat, trying to inhibit the whimper beginning to choke your breaths. You shook your head slowly, barely able to make out Yoongi through your tears. Shifting, you balanced the box again, and placed one foot before the other. You looked back down to it’s contents and then up to the street before you.

This was over.

But really, it was only a new beginning.

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pinktacofury · 7 years ago

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Dragged Along in a Revenge plot from hell.(Klaus X OC)

hey guys decided to dip into the originals fandom.. I have changed a few things to my liking and I hope y’all dont mind. Hayley and Hope are not around or mentioned in this one (Don’t hate me 0.0) and it really doesn’t follow the show, Lurv PTF.

Warnings- language, blood, some flirting, maybe some fluff, drinking.

A/n- I do not own any of the people, places, things or images I may use in this imagine except for my OC and her beloved dog.

Summary- Blonde haired, blue eyed sweetheart Cassie Madison made her way in New Orleans running a bakery she jokingly calls Sweeter Dispositions one day and it sticks with the locals. One day a feisty blonde woman makes her way into the bakery and ends up making friends with the optimistic Cassie bringing the inner girl out of the brother battered woman.

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Cassie bounced happily around her bakery preparing to open for the day, flipping the sign she went about icing the last few cupcakes for the afternoon ensuring that she had enough to last through until closing, the lemon berry muffins dinged in the oven just behind the counter and the door swung open admitting a frowning blonde woman who strode up to the counter dipping down to look at the treats displayed by the glass case beside the thin white marble counter top, Cassie had only been up and running for about three months but she had already landed a few deals which made her absolutely giddy, as long as she displayed some of their products other companies would fund her Shop with a portion of their sales.

“Can I get a dozen of the Berry Burst cupcakes and one for the road?” The woman asked in an accent she couldn’t quite place, Cassie nodded her head excitedly, her long blonde ponytail bounding behind her as she spun on her heel and pulled one of her delivery boxes from the shelf settling twelve delightful Berry burst cupcakes into it, each of them fitting snugly without smearing their frosting.

“It’s a dollar off with the purchase of a smoothie.” Cassie chirped as she ran up the order with a delighted smile on her face, the people of New Orleans seemed to love her creations and were a sucker for a fresh fruit smoothie, with the deal going on it ensured that she managed to make her weekly bank and come out ontop of her baking costs.

“That sounds lovely unfortunately my brothers are going to throw a fit over the cupcakes and would probably be angry with me spending money on sweets we don’t need” The woman muttered slightly as Cassie came back with the slender pink box rimmed with gold along the corners and edges.

“I’ll tell you what, how about a smoothie and it will be our little secret?” Cassie murmured looking around the still empty bakery with a slightly scandalous smile causing the other woman to laugh as she handed over the card and nodded softly while laughing.

“That sounds lovely, my name is Rebekah.” The woman offered as Cassie bounced around behind the counter chopping and dropping fresh fruit into the blender with ice and cream turning it on as she smiled softly.

“Cassie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She chirped pouring the smoothie into a brightly decorated plastic cup setting it and a pastel blue straw on the counter for the woman as Cassie finished the purchase accepting the use of the card on the cash register.

“Well, I’m having a little get together with some of my other friends and I was wondering if maybe you would like to come along?” Rebekah asked as she picked up the box nibbling the berry burst cupcake and sipping the mango strawberry smoothie giving an appreciative moan.

“uhm sure, shop closes at eleven, I can meet up with you around midnight?” She asked gently pushing her ponytail over her shoulder as a kind of nervous habit even if her ponytail wasn’t over her shoulder in the first place.

“Sounds lovely! I’ll pick you up at the shop?” Rebekah asked as she turned around Cassie nodding softly with a smile on her face, not her usual customer smile but one that reached her eyes.

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“My brothers are going to be around asking annoying questions... just ignore them and have fun alright?” Klaus heard Rebekah talking through the front door, standing in the study he made his way into the living room just as his sister, Camille and another woman he had yet to meet made their way into the manor smiling.

“I wasn’t aware we were having guests.” Klaus stated making the new little blonde jump a little as she turned to look at him, he of course didn’t count Camille as a guest as she ended up being in the middle of his revenge plots most of the time.

“Niklaus, This is Cassie. She runs the cute little bakery on bourbon street I was telling you about.” Rebekah stated with a smirk as Niklaus’ mouth fell open, he tilted his head taking in the little smiling woman’s appearance, she wore a black top that fell over her shoulders exposing the soft cream colored flesh beneath and a worn pair of jeans gone light around her perfect thighs, they weren’t stick thin and they weren’t terribly large, she was beautiful a little thicker than Rebekah and stunning.

“A pleasure to meet you Cassie. Let me know if you are in need of anything.” He stated clasping his hands behind his back and turning into the study... there was nothing he needed there but he had to get away for fear of staring at her too long and making her think he was creepy, he’d never cared before what anyone thought but for some reason what she thought of him mattered.

As the night wore on the girls only got louder, making his way down the stairs Niklaus glanced through the doorway arch chuckling and shaking his head as the women sat in a triangle on the floor with cards settled between them, play cars set to where all three could see, written across the top in bold font of the box beside them Phase Ten. He watched as Cassie took another sip of wine which explained why they were only getting louder, they were getting drunker as the night went on, he moved to turn away only to get caught by a certain drunk Cassie who bounced up off the floor darting over and grabbing his hand tugging him to where the girls sat staring in awe at her.

“Come on then Niklaus, join us for another game! We’ve just finished one so it’s perfect timing!” She giggled pulling him to sit down with the others scooting over to make room for him, none of them complained giggling as he sat awkwardly beside Cassie.

“Afraid I don’t know how to play your game love.” He stated tilting his head at her as she gave him a stunning smile and a warm giggle as she explained to him how to play and the rules before dealing him into the game. He occasionally looked over at her from the corner of his eye making the other girls giggle and whisper to each other as if a scandal was unfolding in front of their very eyes.

“Klaus.... you can’t discard more than one card a turn! Cheater!” She squealed swatting his hand gently before putting the second discarded card back in his hand stumbling a little as she leaned over towards him, the other girls giggled as Cassie had to place her hand on Klaus’ thigh as she nearly toppled over, she muttered a sincere sorry as she straightened herself out... he couldn’t tell if her cheeks were pink because of the drink or her accidental feel of his upper thigh.

“I don’t need this card either though... why do I have to keep it if I don’t need it?” He muttered getting annoyed with the game though he enjoyed her company and didn’t want to scare her away so he dealt settling for pouting like a child which only made her giggle.

“It’s the rules, you can only discard one at a time.” She laughed, too soon the girls were too drunk to be playing anymore and it changed from Phase Ten to go fish then nothing but giggles as they slurred their gossip making him chuckle as he moved to get away from the drunken gossip circle only to find both his sister and Camille passed out on one of his legs while Cassie was stumbling her way to the bathroom.

“S’ lurvly ta met cha.” She murmured as she crawled back from the bayhroom laying her head in his lap and closing her eyes giving him very little time to react of answer before she too passed out on him leaving him there with three girls in his lap and no room to move instead he lay back crossing his arms behind his head between him and the floor settling down for a bit of sleep himself though he didn’t necessarily need it.

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Cassie awoke with a start, she was laying on a hard chest which rose with a steady slow breathing meaning the body was still asleep, her head was killing her, her mouth felt as if she had made bread dough in her mouth.... ugh why had she let Rebekah talk her into drinking last night? Lifting her head she pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes as she stood slowly, the pounding in her head making it hard to think as she made her way far too shakily to the kitchen digging around to find a glass for water, digging around she finally found one and turned on the tap. Popping a couple of aspirin she had found in the rather empty medicine cabinet she sat at the kitchen table, as soon as her head stopped hurting she bounced through the front door out into the city to do some shopping after she had left a note thanking Rebekah for having her over, the bakery was closed for the day as it was sunday and most of her customers were off at church, it gave her a day to do some shopping for the bakery and lord new she needed one after the night she had, she’d been shopping for a couple of hours when a hand landed on her shoulder making her squeal turning and throwing her hand out to slap the person out of instinct. Luckily he caught her wrist gently in his hand chuckling as she looked quite shocked and apologetic, he stood with her wrist held up by his face looking quite amused.

“Good morning love, did you sleep well?” he asked with a knowing smirk causing her to blush and nod slightly as she turned back to the apples she had been looking at.

“Quite well actually, my pillow moved a lot but that can’t really be helped.” She mused as she turned the apple over in her hands looking for bruises, seeming content she spoke to the man setting up a delivery of twenty pounds of them for the bakery.

“Well when you sleep on people the pillow is going to move.” He shot her a wink and she shook her head twirling where she stood looking for someone in the market who sold fresh cream... she liked to keep her ingredients local but she couldn’t find a single vendor who sold cream.

“Do you happen to know anyone to sells cream? I really don’t want to outsource.” She murmured looking at Klaus hoping he had an idea for her... if he didn’t she was going to have to scour New Orlean’s for a fresh cream source, he grabbed her hand with a chuckle as she tossed the money for the apples to the man shouting for him to deliver it to Sweeter Dispositions.

Cassie spoke in length with the man who happened to own several of his own dairy cows, she was proud of Klaus for helping her find a New Orleans source of cream.... after about an hour and a half of talking with the man she settled for having four gallons of fresh cream delivered every week in exchange she would display his milk products in the chilled display case in her bakery and a thirty seventy split of the profits off of the sales, thirty on her part. Walking away from the small sort of farm with Klaus she wrapped her arms around the man smiling as he embraced her back.

“If I may ask... what do you do with the sweets you don’t sell?” He asked as she nodded at the first half of his question, she gave a blinding smile as she turned to him whispering as if it were a big secret.

“I give it to children whose families can’t afford to stop into the shop, I walk down the streets of the square dropping delivery boxes full of sweets onto the steps there, everyone gets treats.” She murmured laughing at his confused expression, it wasn’t a secret really considering she was the only shop in New Orleans with a pink and gold box.

“You are too good for this world Cassie....” Just as he finished speaking a young newly changed vampire sped up beside her ripping into the side of her neck sending her blood spurting from her neck.... Niklaus panicked ripping the heart from the vampire and ripping into his own wrist pouring his blood down her throat as the life fled swiftly from her eyes, she bled to death in his arms as he worried he was too late.

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“Niklaus.... you need to sit down.” Elijah stated calmly as Klaus paced around the living room never taking his eyes off of the tiny woman laying on the couch, her wounds had closed and healed flawlessly though she wasn’t waking up and he was starting to worry she never would.

“Pacing isn’t going to make her wake up.” Rebekah stated worrying that her friend was going to die and leave the bakery to wither away... the bakery was Cassie’s life and it made sense to Rebekah that Cassie dying would send the bakery to ruin.... and a good portion of new orleans with it as many would mourn her passing.

“What the actual fuck!” Cassie screamed as she shot up from the couch flying across the room and hitting the wall leaving a body shaped dent as she looked around wildly... her change had been very hard.

“Cass.... Cassie love I need you to drink this.... I need you to drink this or you’ll die. Forever this time.” Klaus handed her a glass filled with human blood... he would never tell her that he had taken it from a living human then compelled them to forget, she took the glass from him downing the blood and letting out a moan as the liquid went down her throat like melted chocolate.

“More... please more.” She murmured her eyes going dark as she turned her eyes back to the near empty glass tipping it up to get the rest laying on the bottom, she licked her plump blood stained lips standing quite still as she looked the siblings over from head to toe.

“I’m so sorry Cassie.... you were never supposed to get caught up in all of this... What a mess, you were a way to get revenge on me.” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m thirsty.... so very thirsty... Klaus... what is happening?” She asked confused as he picked her up into his arms carrying her off to his room where he lay beside her in his bed wrapping her in his arms.

“You’re a vampire and I’m cuddling you.” He stated making her give a shaky chuckle at his sass.

“Smart ass.... vampires exist... I’m assuming everything else too.” She lay there turning in the cage of his arms and tucking her face into his chest.

#Klaus #Rebekah #OC #Klaus x OC #Originals #New Orleans #Vampire

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imaginesofoverwatch · 7 years ago

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Could you do genii and zenyatta (separate or poly whatever you prefer) finding out that their future s/o is stuck in an abusive relationship? And like the flinch when people try to give then high fives or fist bumps and stuff?

Again, didn`t specify so i`m doing small ficsI`m doing it separate cause i honestly do not know how to make it work in poly ;-; Btw, thanks for requesting! I fell asleep before i could finish the Zenyatta one haha

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS POST FEATURES ABUSIVE RELATIONS SHIPS.

Genji:

You had just gotten done with a mission and was on your way out of the hq to your car, when Genji came running up to you“Hey, you did really well today!” Genji said in a cheerful tone, lifting his hand to smack you across the face, you closed your eyes, preparing for impactWhen you didn`t feel anything you opened one eye and saw that Genji was actually just holding his fhand up for a high five… Oh…You let your hand smack his, letting him lower his hand, so that it didn`t start getting awkward… Never mind, it was pretty awkward already.“So, i wanted to see if you maybe wanted to go out for ramen this thursday?” Genji said, completely ignoring that whole… awkward moment that happened just now“I`m sorry Genji, but i`m in a relationship at the moment” You laughed nervously, Genji`s posture changed slightly to one that seemed a little less, confident.“Oh, Sorry! I didn`t know,” Genji apolagized looking down scratching his neck, even though he probably didnt need to, he was part machine..“It`s fine Genji!” You smiled, It was nice, he kind of made you forget why you were outside.To be honest you dreaded going home… More than anything..“By the way, why have you never told anyone about your relationship? I mean.. Are you guys a new couple or..?” Genji asked, genuinely curious, and maybe onto something..“We`re… Kind of… It`s complicated.” You said, your mind reaching for ways to exuse yourself out of the conversation.“Anyway, i need to go home, bye” You waved, stepping into your car..Fuck… You couldn`t let him find out.. this was the only way out…Once you got home beer bottles littered the floor, on the couch was your partner, passed out..A vodka bottle on the coffee table. Time to clean…

Once you managed to clean everything up without waking your partner, you had to go grocery shopping.This was the only part of your chores you liked, cooking.It was always fun to think of what to make, looking up new recepies to try.Today, you wanted to make lasanga. You mostly made things with meat cause your partner could yell if you didn`t make anything he liked, and all his favorites were meats…Once you got home again you notice that the sleeping figure wasn`t on the couch anymore.

“Where have you meen? Bich” Your partner screamed from the kitchen in slurred words..“I had to make dinner mysellf!” They yelled, you bearly had anything in the fridge.. whatever they made… can`t be good..Come on! Eat. They came over and grabbed your arm, dragging you to the kitchen. they sat you down in front of a plate of… soup? on a plate?You stared at the… concauction.. not sure if it was safe to eat or not…“Eat.” They demanded again.. Their voice more threatening.. when you didn`t start eating they got up.. uh ohThey grabbed your spoon forcefully and forced a spoonfull of their “food” down your throat. That tasted fucking horrible..“Don`t fucking pull that trick again now eat.” They yelled. God no… I think i`m going to throw up..You did just that, throw up on the carpet, which you had to clean afterwards..What was in that thing??“You ungratefull little fucking brat, you think you can just do that to me?"They yelled at you, kicking your side. It fucking hurt, but that was probably because they had already bruised your sides..

After a night of hell, you were back at the headquarters… But a lot more covered in clothes..¨You greeted your co-workers before reporting to the office. "Hi, S/O, your old uniform is a little… ragged so we got you a new one.” Morrison announced to you, giving you a box“You can change in the lockers, i`ll send someone to see how it fits you to make sure its good” you nodThis can`t be that bad, it`s just a new uniform!

It is bad… Holy fuck is it bad… It showed off part of your arms before covering the rest with gloves.. fuck, you could see the bruises..you sighed, pulling a jacket over your arms..You walk outside of the lockers to find Genji standing there“Hello! The new uniform looks amazing on you! but what`s with the jacket?” Genji asked, a single sweatdrop rolled down your face. fuck“I just think the parts around my arms don`t fit correctly…"I partially lied, i mean they did FIT, but not like how i wish they were..Genji was in your face in a blink, "Well i guess i`ll have to see the part around your arms then”“n..no it looks horrible, it`s embarassing” You liedgenji tugged on your jacket, exposing a part of your arms, before throwing it off you“Why are you so bruised?” Genji asked, inspecting your arms“You know, being in battle and all that” You tried to lie your way out of it“Yes, but Angela and her team could easily fix this…” Genji then stopped inspecting your arms and went to face you, staring straight into your eyes.“Was this done by that "partner” you haven`t told any one about?“ Genji asked, keeping his cool.”… no" You whispered

“Do not lie to me..” Genji said, lifting your chin to look at him“Yes.. it was them..” you said, like a guilty child found in the middle of the act of something they weren`t supposed to do.“Why did you not tell anyone? This is horrible… you don`t deserve being treated like… this!” Genji said, for the first time ever, you saw him even remotely angry..You just frowned not having any words to say..“Look.. you don`t need them if they act like this towards you, leave them” Genji said, sounding like he was pleading“But.. i don`t have anywhere else to go! I live with them” you semi yelled, not because you were angry, you just felt miserable in this talk..“I`ll make some agreement with Morrison, or at least take you into my home! I don`t want you going back to a house with someone like that waiting for you..” Genji said, his voice actually sounded like he was about to breakdown..“Why do through the trouble for me? you dont have to..” You said looking away“Yes, i dont have to, but i want to. So let me help you” Genji pleaded, taking your face and facing it towards himself“Why?” You quivered.. why would he care so much?Genji looked away for a second, detaching a part of his face plate, his face showing.. You have never actually seen genji`s face, heck, you didn`t even know he still had a human one.He then pressed his lips against yours, at first you were taken back, but soon melted into it..

Genji ended up finding a really cheap apartment, big enough for two, you two moved inn and started dating immediatlyHe made sure to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are each day, to remind you that this is what a good relationship is like.

Zenyatta:

You had decided, you couldn`t just keep going in a relationship like this…So you made up your mind, you were going to tell Zenyatta, he was pretty much your best friend.Plus, he is so calm in any situation, so he probably has some good solutions.How do you tell someone you`re in a abusive relationship?Pou sigh, this is going to be harder than you thought, but you were up for the challenge, for once.Just need to find out when you and him can be alone, toghether for long enough…The day went by and you still hadn`t found a way… damn..That`s when your phone buzzed, it was a text from your partner..“You`re going to be home alone. Don`t fuck over the house while i`m gone bitch.” Ugh…i just resonded with “fine”, no need to making angier than he already always is..

You came up with the brilliant idea of inviting Zenyatta over to your house!You looked around, hoping to spot the omnic and to your luck, he was on the other side of the room, talking to Genji.You walked up to them “Hi Zen, Hi Genji” You waved to them, a smile on your lips, this might be your only chance.They both turned to you and said hello at the same time.“Hey, uhm, Genji, I need to talk to Zen for a bit, is it fine if you..” You trailed of“Haha, Of course, i was just about to go and bring something up with Jesse, Bye S/o, Bye Master”You and Zen both waved him off“So, what was you needed to talk about, S/o?” Zenyatta said, turning his attention to you.“It`s kind of private, you could come over to my house and we could talk there?” You asked, unsure if he`d be interested“Sure, I`ll come over, but i don`t really now your address..” Zenyatta Said, laughing slightly“Oh, are you doing anything for the rest of the day?” You asked Zenyatta“No” Zenyatta replied, you smiled, great!“Then i can just drive you over to mine now, i`m not doing anything else today anyway” You smiled, finally!“Ok then, i`ll follow you” Zenyatta nodded, you turned and started walk out the exit, Zenyatta following behind you

Once you both had gotten home is when you remembered, what if the place is littered with beer bottles…You cross your fingers as you open the door, the smell of beer hitting you in the face“I didn`t take you as this much of a drinker” Zenyatta said, looking inside seeing all the bottles.“No, those are my partners… They have a drinking problem.” You sighed, and started cleaing up.You then heard the sound of mettal hitting glass, You turned around to see Zenyatta picking up bottles too.“You don`t need to help me” You said, but still grateful, Zenyatta is too good for this world“Of course, i want to.” Zenyatta replied, “where shall i out them?” Zenyatta asked you“I`ll show you” You smiled, he followed you to the kitchen where you had a big black garbage bag, You just threw the bottles in there and washed your hands.“Now, What did you want to talk about?” Zenyattan finally asked“My partner… They are… Horrible to me” You said, better to get it over with, talking about it is the hardest part.“I guessed so… by the bottles… Why have you not left them?” Zenyatta asked“They threaten to hurt themselves if i dont…"You said looking at the omnic, A frown playing on your lips"They need help, they are probably dealing with their own problems, I`m not justifying the fact that he is adusing you.. But i think he needs professional help” Zenyatta concluded, you had never thought about it that way… huh“Then how?"You asked "How to we get them help?"You asked, you still cared about your "partner” even though they were horrible, you just kept thinking back to the start of the relationship. They were so nice and everything was fantastic.“Well just call the psychiatric hospital, It`s the best we can do for them” Zenyatta said.You nodded, hugging the omnic.His arms wraped around you and you two stayed like that for a while.“What about this house? Will you be able to keep it?"Zenyatta asked."Yup, my partner didn`t have a job actually, it was me paying the rent..” You sighed, happy that your bad way of living is over.

Later, you and Zenyatta started visiting eachother more, He even helped you paint your house, You wanted to renovate.Zenyatta then moved inn with after a year of dating, and you two are both so happy toghether.

#overwatch #ow #overwatch imagines #overwatch genji #genji overwatch #genji shimada #genji shimada overwatch #overwatch genji shimada #Zenyatta #genji #genji x reader #overwatch genji x reader #genji x reader overwatch #zenyatta overwatch #overwatch zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #zenyatta x reader overwatch #overwatch zenyatta x reader

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mirkwoodshewolf · 8 years ago

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Prayers answered; Loki x sick reader

This request came off of my Wattpad and there’s not really any warnings unless you dont like to read about any sickness like flu or just the common cold. Don’t worry there’s nothing mentioned about serious diseases just minor flu so no need to worry.

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@evyiione

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Great. This is just freakin great. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten near (bff’s/n) when she said she had the flu at school last week, now I’ve got it. And the worst part of it all is that next week is finals week and I can barely study with my head feeling like it’s being pounded by a drum, and my stomach twisting and churning like a tidal wave during a hurricane, and to top it all off no matter what I eat, I always end up—upchucking it.

Currently now both of my parents are at work leaving me alone in the house laying on my bed feeling absolutely miserable.

“God why did I have to get sick now? I should be studying for my finals, if I don’t pass (least favorite class) final I’ll get an F for the entire year, and I’ve barely been good at it as it is. I wish someone would come down and help cure this flu for me, I’ve gotta study”. I soon turn to my dresser and took the medicine that my mom left for me to take at around 9 which it was now according to my clock. I poured the disgusting liquid into the measuring cup and quickly downed it into my mouth and swallowed it then shuddered and tried to fight off the urge to throw-up.

I then fell backwards against my fluffy pillows and prayed silently to myself.

“If anyone can hear me, please make this flu go away. I can’t take this anymore. Please, please, please, please—help me”. Soon I fell asleep due to the drowsiness that the medicine says that could cause the patient who drinks it.

Next thing I knew, I felt a cool cloth softly dabbing my sweaty warm face. I moaned quietly and croaked out.

“Mom?”

“Shhh, it’s alright. I heard your prayers my dear and now I’m here to look after you”. My dazed and sick (NO NOT THAT KIND OF SICK YOU PERVS lol) didn’t question at the time so I just continued to rest until I fell back asleep, unaware that a famous Norse God was the one dabbing my face with the cloth. When I awoke, I took notice that I was alone in my room but I could hear something downstairs like someone was here but my mom said she’d be back at around 3 and my dad’s working overtime tonight so……

Who’s in my house?

I quietly got out of my bed and grabbed a nearby weapon (insert random funny object ex. Hairbrush or toilet plunger) and walked down the stairs slowly and when I reached close to the bottom and could see the shadow of a man walking around my kitchen. I took a deep and quiet breath in and jumped down the last step and rounded towards my kitchen and exclaimed as strongly as a sick girl could do.

“Freeze! I’ve got a weapon and I ain’t afraid to use it! Turn around slowly and explain why you’re here!?” The man’s hands raised up slowly as he said.

“I thought you were supposed to be sleeping with how sick you are, and as for who I am, I think you can deduce that all on your own”. I then took a look at his clothes. Green and black with a hint of gold around the edges, shoulder length black hair and from his hands that were raised up this guy probably hadn’t seen the sun in who knows how long.

Wait a second……….

Oh. My. God. It’s—it’s……It can’t be.

He then slowly turned around and my mind completely blew up as standing before me was none other than Loki, the God of Mischief.

“Wha…But….That’s—that’s—this is impossible. You’re—you’re not real. You’re just a….. This is a dream, yeah this has to be a dream made up by my own delusional fangirl sick mind yeah, yeah. That what this is a dream, I mean why else would Loki be here in my house knowing how to work an oven making uhh—what is that?”

“Chicken soup” He answered.

“Right, right—right”. I felt faint and felt myself starting to fall backwards but I was soon caught in Loki’s arms and he told me.

“Easy now, easy”.

“But—but how?”

“Let’s not get into that for right now, what matters now is that I’m here and I shall help you get better”. He then picked me up bridal style and set me down on the couch and covered me up with the blanket hanging over the couch and made sure I was comfortably lying down before he turned back into the kitchen to get me my chicken soup.

When he came back I said to him.

“It smells good but I��m just gonna tell you now that it probably won’t stay down for long”.

“Well you still need to eat in order to get your strength up, besides I put a spell on it—”

“Okay now I know I’m not eating it, who knows what you spell you did to it”.

“It’s nothing bad I assure you, it’ll help keep it down, please (y/n) you have to eat something to give you strength, how else are you gonna get better to study for your finals”. I groaned and knowing how desperate I was to pass my finals I reached out for the soup but Loki took it away from me and said again, “you just take it easy for now, I’ll feed you”.

Oh you have got to be kidding me? I am not a baby anymore and I can feed myself.

“I know you can, but just allow me to take care of you, just like you asked me to”. I blushed forgetting that with him being a master of magic he could also read minds. In the end I allowed him to feed me the chicken soup.

As I took a small sip of the first bite, my tongue suddenly came alive. I had never tasted chicken soup this good before in my entire life.

“I take by the way your moaning and smiling that it’s good?”

“God this—this is the best soup I’ve ever had, thanks Loki, and hey I’m not even feeling the urge to puke it up”. He chuckled softly and continued to feed me more of the soup from Valhalla.

After my lunch, Loki handed me a bottle of water to keep me hydrated and I was more than thankful for all that he’s done for me. I set the water down on the table next to the couch just as Loki sat down and allowed my head to rest in his lap.

“How are you feeling now my dear?”

“Well my stomach is easing up, but my head is still spinning like a top, that and I feel like my fevers back up. Can’t you just use your magic to poof my flu away?”

“I’m afraid I can’t little one, the Midgardian body is a complex thing that even with magic there could be a price to pay should I just ‘poof the flu away’ as you said. All I can do is just use Midgardian remedies to help make you feel better”.

“Oh man, but that’ll take forever and by that time I won’t have enough time to study before my finals which means I’ll fail all my exams which will make my parents mad and—”

“Shhhh, shhh, shh. Calm down, stressing and worrying will only make you feel worse. Don’t worry about that for now, just focus on one thing, taking care of yourself. Don’t make yourself anymore sicker than you already are. Just relax and take this one step at a time”. Loki soothed me as he stroked my hair gingerly. I leaned against him and said.

“You’re right, I’m sorry”.

“There’s no need for apologizes”. He then placed his hand against my forehead and his cool skin eased my fever. I moaned softly and leaned towards his hand and allowed him to be my own ice pack.

“Thank you Loki, for everything”.

“It was my pleasure, I always take care of what’s mine”. Soon my eyes shut and I once again fell into the embrace of sleep.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) wake up”. I opened my eyes to see my mom kneeling beside me and she asked me, “sweetie did you decide to come down here and sleep on the couch?” I looked up to see that Loki was gone, absolutely no trace of him. I quickly got up and when I went into the kitchen the pot that Loki used to make the chicken soup was gone as well.

“Was it—all a dream?”

“(Y/n), you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah mom I’m—I’m fine, think I’ll just head back upstairs”.

“Okay, I’ll make you some warm soup be up there in a minute”. As I went to my room I began to question if it all was just a dream but when I looked up I saw a green rose on my bed with a note tied around it and a small box on my pillow. I went up and read the note.

My dearest (y/n),

By the time you read this I will be gone. You may be thinking that it was all a dream created by your sick mind by now, well I’m here to tell you it wasn’t.

I was there taking care of you the whole time, and I always be there whenever you need me. This rose here has been enchanted, it will never wither away and will always be a reminder of me. As for what’s in the box, inside is a necklace fit for a queen. It is connected to me through your life force as soon as you put it on. It will alert me whether you are in danger or just need me to be there for you.

Remember to get plenty of rest, keep yourself hydrated, and don’t stress about your finals. You will soon get better and will ace your finals like I know you always have. And should you ever need me again, just touch the necklace and pray to me and I will be there for you.

-Loki

I smiled then took the box and opened it and inside I saw a beautiful golden necklace with a green stone. I took the necklace out and put it on and I could almost feel like Loki was here with me. I laid down in my bed and sighed lovingly as I held the necklace and again it felt like Loki was there right by my side watching over me as I slept.

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uta-no-knb · 8 years ago

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Aomine x Fem!BestfriendReader. They're at the mall and they run into her ex. The memories of him stepping on her self-confidence part of which was how she was 'ugly' come rushing back. Now back at the apartment (either Aomine or reader's) How does Aomine help reader completely forget her ex? He's been in love with her for so long and she has same feelings for him too. Full-on nsfw with fluffy aftercare please. Thanks!

So since most nsfw scenes with Aomine are kinda the same (and I already kinda did one for Aomine), I kinda re-used it but edited it to fit-kinda. It’s not full out nsfw, I apologize, but I hope the humor that makes up for it is alright.

Damn it (F/N) pick up,” he growled, as he pressed the end button on his phone for the fifteenth time within the span of 2 minutes; every time, it kept going to voicemail.

Momoi, himself and you were at the mall just handing out. One thing he knew, he was going to the bathroom and the next, you were nowhere to be found.

Where did you go, F/N?

One thing he would never admit-especially to you-was his deep concern for you. Sure you were his best friend, but as time went on, he saw you more than that and feelings developed. ….and that’s something that no one thought he would ever develop-with the exception of Kuroko…that sneaky former shadow of his is very sneaky and he will eventually learn how he does it.

“Dai-chan!” Turning around, he saw his other childhood best friend running up to him in a panic.

“Have you seen (F/N) anywhere?!”

“No. Have you?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing for the past 30 minutes?! And I thought she was with you!”

“You could’ve been looking at Mai-chan magazines again! And she was, but I got side-tracked by some guys-”

“Would you tell me what the hell is going on?!”

Momoi sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. “While (F/N) and I were about to walk into (store name), and before I got sidetracked, (F/N) and I saw her ex.”

“Wait, what ex?" He asked, which caused Momoi to slam her lips shut.

"Nothing-"

"Satsuki!" "She didn't want you knowing because you can get pretty overprotective." The moment she saw the male open his mouth to speak she continued "I will not say who it is but they abused her verbally when they were together."

Once the female had said those words Aomine completely tuned her out.

'Someone had abused (F/N)? More importantly, did it without me knowing?"Aomine was brought out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. Looking down at the caller I.D.

"Bakagmi as much as I want to have a one on one with you-"

"Aomine-kun"

...That wasn't Kagami.

"Tetsu? Why are you using Kagami's phone?"

"That's not important. I just wanted to let you know that (F/N) is here with us at his apartment."

Relief flooded through him; you were safe.

"What did you do to make her cry this time?"

"It wasn't me!" Even though Kuroko wasn't there in person, he could feel the former shadow giving him an"I don't believe you" glare. "Seriously Tetsu, I didn't do anything."

There was another voice that he heard on the line-it was faint but he recognized it as Kagamis voice.

"Ahomine!! WHY DID YOU LET HER TALK TO HANAMIYA!! YOU KNOW HOW HE TREATED HER!"

"HANAMIYA?!" He yelled. "When was she fucking dating that bastard?!"

"You didn't know?"

"I'm on my way," and with that, he slammed his phone shut and walked away.

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“Oi! Let me in!” Aomine exclaimed, as he pounded on the apartment door in front of him.

Right as he was about to slam his fist against the door again, the door opened revealing a mop of teal hair.

“Please calm down, Kagami-kun.”

Without thinking, he lightly shoved the shorter male out of the way, only to come face to face with Kagami, who was currently yelling at the bathroom door.

“How long has she been in there?”

Kagami sighed and turned around. “At least an hour. Hopefully you’ll have better luck.” He walked away from the door and headed over to Kuroko.

“Aomine-kun, Kagami-kun and I are going to run to the store really quick. We’ll be back.” And with that, the shadow disappeared with his light.”

Facing the door, he lightly knocked. “(F/N), open up.”

There was no response from you. With a sigh, he placed his ear against the door and could faintly hear you crying.

It really hurt his heart that you were like this.

“(F/N), if you don’t come out right now, I will break this door down.”

After a few minutes, he heard the door unlock and open.

Disregarding your appearance, he wrapped you in a hug, bringing you close against his chest; one of his hands around your waist and the other on the back of your head. In response, you wrapped your arms around his waist and your shoulders began to shake as you cried.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when I didn’t see you at the mall?” he whispered. “I thought something bad had happened.”

You just sobbed into his chest, allowing the warmth radiating from him to engulf you.

“Oi. Don’t get snot on my shirt,” he said in a joking way, which only caused you to smack his back.

With a small smile, he picked you up bridal style and walked you over to the sofa and gently sat you down; immedietly taking a seat next to you. He grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and handed it to you, while wrapping his right arm around your shoulder.

“(F/N). Why didn’t you tell me you were dating-especially dating that asshole Hanamiya?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t approve,” you whispered, grabbing a tissue and blowing your nose. “I really liked him a lot Daiki.”

“How could you like an asshole like him?” he asked, his voice getting louder. He can’t help but get angry anytime his name was mentioned.

“It doesn’t matter,” you whispered. “We broke up six months ago.”

“Why?”

You paused, and tears started to roll down your face. “He-he was just-he dated me because of a bet he made with his team; he was supposed to date me, hoping that after sleeping with me, I would be more lenient with what his team does-”

“You slept with him?!” he yelled, which frightened you.

“N-no,” you stuttered. “We were about to, but I told him no...that’s when he started to step on my emotions and feelings.”

Aomine simmered down a bit-relieved that you didn’t give your virginity to that asshole.

“When I told him no, he started to crush my self-confidence-saying that I wasn’t sleeping with him because I was too fat and ugly and didn’t want to embarrass him. And when I briefly saw him today, his words came back. It didn’t help that he saw me and started to actually talk to me. He kept saying I was ugly and that’s why I will never have a boyfriend...and now I’m starting to believe him-”

“Well you better stop it because I’m getting pissed at you,” he said, which immedietly startled you. You looked at him with wide eyes; you didn’t want your male best friend to hate you-he was your rock and pillar. Plus, you realized after the break up that you were actually in love with the blue haired male.

“D-Daiki-”

“Don’t ever say that you’re ugly, because you’re not. You’re way to pretty to be ugly-”

“Stop saying lies because you’re my frie-”

“I’m not lying,” he growled standing up, facing away from you. “I may be lazy and I can be an ass, but if there’s one thing I’m not is that I’m not a liar. You should know this by now.”

“Daiki,” you whispered, also standing up.

He figured it was now or never; he was going to tell you the truth.

“Look, (F/N). I need to be honest with you.” He turned around so he could look at you. “We’ve been best friends for years now and during that time I’ve realized that I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

The moment those words left his mouth, you gasped, tears threatening to spill down your face. The fact that after years of friendship, the one guy, who you valued more than anything wants you out of his life, hurts. You could feel your heart break.

This was something that you definitely didn’t need to hear now.

“W-What?”

He nodded. “I’m serious. Recently, I’ve been having these thoughts. We do have a strong connection, but I want something differe-” he saw that you started crying once again. “Oi, don’t cry-”

“Stay away!”

You backed away from him. “I can’t believe you-”

“Let me finish, baka!” he yelled back, grabbing your wrist, “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore because I want to be more than that! I love you more than a best friend.” He rubbed the back of his neck, as a faint blush painted his cheeks. “I want to be in a romantic relationship with you.”

You paused as those words hit you.

“Y-You love me?”

“Yes,” he replied releasing your wrist and sitting down. “If you just want to be friends, that’s fine, but I reall-”

Cutting him off, you sat on his lap, straddling him. If this wasn’t enough to catch him of guard, what you did next sure did. You kissed him, which in result, had him kissing you back.

You broke the kiss after a minute and rested your head against his forehead. “I never thought I would hear you say those words,” you said with a smile, faint tears falling from the corner of your eyes. “I love you too-”

This time, the male was the one to silence you with a kiss. A pleasurable tingling sensation washed over him as you returned it with grace and tenderness. As you continued to kiss, your movements became more intense and passionate.

Your hands began to roam up and down Aomine’s chest and they slowly worked their way up and tangled themselves in his hair. His hands did the same thing, except worked their way up your back, which send shivers up your spine.

You looked down at Aomine and flashed your mischievous smile, as you planted a hard kiss on his lips.

Aomine’s hands snaked around your waist, then worked their way under your wet top, effortlessly lifting it off her frame. Underneath, you wore a navy blue kami, and he couldn’t help but trace the lines of your cleavage with the tips of his fingers.

“I’m liking this view,” he smirked, as his snaked his hands under your top.

You flinched back and wrapped your arms around your waist. “Dont!”

“You’re shitting me right now (F/N)?” he growled, as he gripped your wrists in and forced them away from your sides.

“Thi-Hanamiya said-”

“Forget Hanamiya!” he yelled, startling you. “Everyone knows Hanamiya is a fucking dick.

“But Daiki, I have stretch marks and-

“So what?! I don’t care about those. Your body is perfect.” He leaned in and started kissing your neck.

“D-Daiki,” you moaned.

“Now, I want you to stop all this nonsense and let me show you how much I love you.” He resumed kissing your neck and moved lower each kiss.

“D-Daiki,” you moaned, urging the male to go further. You could feel his member harden through his pants, and you grind your hips, making the male moan.

“(F/N)-I don’t want to force you-”

“It’s alright Daiki,” you replied.

You reached down and unbuckled his belt, your fingers trembling from the rush of hormones coursing through your veins. You started to stroke him through his pants and smirked when he let out a groan of pleasure.

You lowered the hem of his boxers a little bit so his member was released, and a hiss escapes his lips. You stroke him and run your thumb over the tip of his member.

“F-Fuck.”

Growing braver, you lowered your head, your mouth hovering over the head. You were not anticipating the event that occurred before you could put his member in your mouth

“We’re bac-WHAT THE FUCK!”

So yea, I hope it was alright. I know it wasn’t fluffy after care, but I made it fluffy....kinda?

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