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kim-seung-mo · 3 years ago

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Elliiee, I've been feeling giddy for Hyunjin lately help like have you watched the recent talker?? TT

Can I request a fic with a clingy, touchy Hyunjin taking mc out on a date after not seeing each other for a long period of time? could be any type of date hehe

Take your time, no need to rush if you do write it; Thank you <33

Hwang Hyunjin x gn!Reader

♩short one-shot, romance, non!au, fluff fluff fluff, hyunjin being clingy, they kiss a lot

♩♩word count: 1.5k

♩♩♩A/N: this one's for my dearest sunny <333 (idk how to write about dates cuz I've legit never been on one oops so they're just at home chillin)

As soon as Hyunjin finished the stage recording, he took out his phone and called you from the lounge.

"Y/N!" he shouted as soon as you picked up the phone, without even saying "hello", "We're done with stage recording! Are you in Seoul yet? Do you need me to pick you up? If you need-" "Hyunjin, baby, slow down…there's no need to be in such a hurry."

You knew exactly why he was so excited, and to be honest you were just as excited as he was, maybe even more than him, because you hadn't seen each other in over a month. It had been Stray Kids' comeback season recently and you happened to be scheduled to travel for work, so you hadn't had much time to see each other, and now you were directly separated by geographical distance and time difference. Apart from saying good morning and good night to each other over text messages, you haven't even had a single phone call or video chat in the past month.

Today you're finally coming back from your business trip and he's just about finished recording all the stages during comeback, so both of you were very excited to finally see each.

"Of course I'm excited! We haven't seen each other in like a month! I've almost forgotten your voice…"

He was being dramatic again, but you were more than a little relieved to hear his still healthy voice.

Hyunjin always liked to work excessively during comeback and break down his body, every time he had either a hurting shoulder or an aching back, and you'd been to the hospital with him several times. But this time he seems to be quite full of energy.

"It wasn't that bad, it's only been a month. Besides, we're meeting in half an hour, aren't we? You can hear me talk as much as you want then."

Once again, Hyunjin's giggle came from the other side. He sounded like he was in a really good mood.

"So what kind of surprise did you have in store for me? So mysterious that I have to go find you as soon as I get off the plane?"

"Hey, how can I tell you now when I said it's a surprise? And what's wrong with "coming to see me as soon as you get off the plane"? Don't you want to see me? Am I suffering from unrequited love Y/N?"

You could even picture him now, pouting and complaining, you couldn't help but smile at the image, "Of course I want to see you, you don't even know how hard it is to sleep at night without you by my side."

"Then don't mind me clinging to you when we meet later."

"Hyunjin… come on down…… It's heavy… I'm gonna get crushed to death……"

The moment Hyunjin saw you from afar, he opened the car door and sprang out without regard to his identity as an idol and directly jumped into your arms in a dash, wrapping his legs around your waist and hanging on to you.

"I'm not letting go, never! You're never going to leave me for business for the rest of your life!"

"Jinnie…" you laughed a little breathlessly, finally giving in to his cute look and giving him a kiss on the forehead, "Okay, I promise I won't even travel again this year, okay?"

He smiled in satisfaction, but still had no intention of getting off you. Both legs swayed on either side of your body with his head resting on your shoulder. He's really tall so it was a bit funny to see him latching onto you like this, but at the moment he seemed to be completely unconcerned.

"I missed you so much… I really missed you so so much……"

Hearing those words, even though you knew he didn't mean to make you feel guilty, you were still a little sad. It really hurts not being able to see the person you love as often as you would like.

"I missed you too……"

Finally, after who knows how long, Hyunjin seemed to have had enough of hugging you and let go to stand before you, still with a big, happy smile on his face. He had just come from the recording set and his stage makeup hadn't even been removed yet, the devilish stage makeup combined with his somewhat goofy smile creating a cute contrast.

"You really came over as soon as you finished working huh, you didn't even remove your makeup. Did you want to come out to meet me like this? Aren't you afraid of being recognized by fans?"

He touched his cheek, as if he had just realized this. Then he waved his hand again, looking like he didn't care. "STAYs know about us anyway, so what if we're recognized? Plus, I really wanted to see you so badly that I rushed my manager hyung to get me here immediately after the call."

With that, he took your hand and headed you towards the car, the corners of your lips involuntarily lifting upwards at his excitement.

It seemed… He really was happy to see you.

He spent the whole time in the car holding your hand, talking to you about the interesting things that had happened around him in your absence and of course complaining about how lonely he was without you.

You loved listening to Hyunjin talk, especially when he was excited with his expressions and gesturing with his hands, it was adorable.

You watched him with fascination, leaning forward unconsciously, and kissed him as he recounted how his butt had been cupped by Minho on stage.

He was in the middle of his story when he suddenly froze for a moment when you kissed him. Then his eyes found yours as he stuck out his tongue to lick the kissed spot on his lips before his ears started to turn red.

"Wow… It's been a really long time since our last kiss……"

You smiled, reaching out to run your hand through his hair that had been bleached so many times that it was a little worn down, "Want to do it again then?"

Without another word, he reached out to wrap his hand around the back of your head and the two of you pressed your lips together.

Once you were back in your shared apartment, Hyunjin ran in the direction of the couch.

He had been living in his dormitory lately since he had to spend a lot of time with the members during comeback, and since he "didn't want to live here without you". It was the first time in a month that he had returned to this house.

"It's better here after all…" Hyunjin stretched out on the couch, then looked in your direction, "Y/N why are you taking so long? Hurry up and come over here! I want cuddles!"

You couldn't resist him and sped up your action of taking off your shoes.

You walked over to him and sat next to him and he immediately squeezed into your arms, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Did I tell you how much I missed you?"

"Many times."

"No amount of times is enough to express how much I missed you though."

You caressed his cheek, touched for a moment by his words.

Then, you suddenly turned sideways to look at him like something had occurred to you and asked, "So now can you tell me what surprise you had planned for me?"

His face reddened a bit as he stuttered a little, "Well, um… I know it's probably a bit cheesy, but promise you won't hate it!"

You cock your head curiously, not understanding what he's talking about. "How could I possibly hate it? I'd appreciate whatever you've got for me, I promise."

With those words from you, he swallowed and took a small box out of his pocket and handed it to you.

You looked at the box and then at him, wondering what this meant. "Do you want me to open it?"

He nodded and looked at you a little nervously, anticipating your reaction.

You opened the small box, only to see two rings with daisy designs lying inside. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, your mouth slightly agape.

"Jinnie…it's……"

"I know it's ugly! I'm sorry… I designed it…… I just thought that if there's ever a time when we're apart again, you'll be able to look at this ring and be reminded of me. It's a couple's ring, so I have one too. The design is the same as the one on my necklace, so I'll think of you when I see my necklace or ring …… I think it's quite romantic …… But if you don't like it-" "Who says I don't like it?" You cut him off before he could continue.

"I'm just… I'm just moved beyond words, Jinnie… it's really really pretty… you design this?"

He nodded a little sheepishly, reached out and took the ring he'd given you out of the little box, took your left hand again and slid the ring down your ring finger.

"We're going to get married in the future anyway, so wearing it here now is okay… right?"

You laughed at his cute gesture, then nodded.

"Of course, I'm not ever going to fall in love with anyone else but you."

You took his face again and kissed him gently.

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lucciluvr · 3 years ago

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i miss you's ; portgas d. ace

contains : fluff. soft. comfort? just ace being a love sick puppy. she/her pronouns. grammatical errors. probably typos.

request : "hey mari 🤍 can i request a modern au where ace and takes a break from their relationship and he misses her so he watched her vlogs because they make him smile :)) thanks before <3" — anon

a/n : hi, anon, thank you so much for the request. this was fun to write because ace would be a golden retriever boyfriend TT! i hope you enjoy it ^^. take care and stay safe <33!! and you're welcome with zoro's! you can always attack my requests >:)).

god, he knows the break was mutual but why was it so hard to stay away from you. the break was supposed to let the two of you work and focus on yourselves but everywhere he goes he just thinks '(name) would love it here' or everything he sees he thinks 'she'd love that too'.

when the two of you were still together and not in a break, he'd blow off poor sabo's and luffy's ear gushing about you, now he'd vent about you and how he misses you.

when the nights were bad, he would overthink and doubt your relationship. a lot of couples taking "a break" usually completely breaks up.

"what if i'm just not worth it anymore? maybe i was overbearing or annoying. maybe she got tired of me and wants to break thing off without being direct...?"

he misses you badly his chest hurts. if he could, he'd run to your doorstep even if it was miles away just to hold you again.

he'd often see your posts on his instagram feed and honestly, he's just glad you seem to be doing well. ace promised himself that he won't stalk you as much to also focus on himself but... maybe just one vid? y'know to check up.

you didn't really talked much in your vlogs. it was mostly montages and vids of where you go or what you were doing. he binged watch your newly uploaded ones in one night.

usually, he's somewhere in your vlogs, mostly when you're at home and the two of you would eat or play together. it's been a few weeks and he wasn't there so a few people in the comments asked about with little to no response.

one morning, you uploaded a q&a video, addressing or answering assumptions or quetions. he put in on when he was doing his daily morning workout.

"gojoslefttoe asks 'did you break up with your boyfriend? he's not in your videos or posts lately'." when he heard the question, he stopped to focus on the video anticipating your answer.

"oh, my boyfriend! no, we didn't break up, we just took a break but we're good, i promise. i'd never break up with him, it's either he breaks up with me or we're never breaking." you giggled.

this made ace's heart melt. his doubts dissipitated into more love and trust, if that was even possible. he missed you badly, he misses your touch, your cooking, your voice, everything about you.

"then why'd you two took a break?" you read the following questions. ace was relieved you weren't avoiding the topic at all.

"well, as corny as it may sound, i wanted to work on myself more so we decided we'll mutually work on ourselves and take a break. " you scratched your head, a mannerism you have when you're perplexed.

"yeah, i do miss him. i could just jump in his arms right now. i don't know if he's watching this, but knowing my boyfriend, he probably is. i miss you ace, i hope i see you soon," you formed your hand to a heart and giving your heart stopping smile that made him fall in love with you before moving on to a different subject.

he didn't finish his work out.

ace definitely feels a lot better and more confident in your relationship now. it helped with his overthinking and he started working out on his self worth and outlooks in life.

he often comments 'i miss you's and 'can't wait to see you again' in your comments and you'd pin and like it. the thing that did it for him was when you start your intro with "hello everyone! and ace ^^" with a small heart.

he started gushing about you again to sabo and luffy. the two were relieved ace was back on his feet but sick of hearing about you. luffy would go out with his friends and sabo would go on dates with koala.

he would share your post to his story and tweets, it's honestly adorable. your videos were always on whenever he eats, clean, work out, play games, and before sleeping. the room would be dark and he'd be under this blanket with a smile on his face and screen on full brightness smiling as he watches you, mumbling 'i miss you' before drifting to sleep.

he can't wait to see you again. every day is a day full of smile and laughter whenever you're around, and he couldn't have wanted it any other way.

#one piece x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace #one piece #one piece writing #one piece fluff #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #op x reader #one piece ace #one piece x you #ace x you #ace x y/n #portgas d ace x reader #lyn's

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mxngy · 4 years ago

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you were beautiful - oikawa tooru.

a/n: inspired by you were beautiful-day6 :) this is my first time participating for aera’s 4k special, and this post will be under @agaassi’s 4k special! <3

post break up with oikawa.

wc: 1k (i’m sorry TT)

he did not know what was on his mind when he asked for a break up from you. he felt like he was being restrained from freedom when you kept asking him if he’s fine or doing well, asking him when he would be back from practice. you never once stopped him from doing the things that he likes. he was finding excuses for you to let him go. you were being a loving person, just like everyone’s significant other would do.

oikawa opened his laptop at last, after months of leaving it in the dust. he wiped the dust that was covering his laptop. he switched it on while he went to make himself a cup of coffee and snacks for movie night by himself. the sound of the brewing coffee made him feel domestic, the life he once used to have with you. speaking of you, he wondered how have you been doing, are you doing well?

with a cup of coffee in his hand, he returned back to his laptop. he stared at the wallpaper of his laptop, a photo of you and him during high school that he forgot to change after the breakup. he chuckled when he tried to remember the moments you were having when the photo was taken. he could hear iwaizumi scolding both of you to get the photo taken because he had another business to attend to. being the two rascals you guys were, you stalled his time and made your heads got knocked by iwaizumi before he left.

his fingers unknowingly moved the cursor to the photo files on his desktop. a thousand of memories from the previous months were shown on his screen. he clicked on the photo when he was celebrating your birthday. he planned a surprise birthday party for you, where you ended up crying horribly because you thought he was leaving you for real after a fake argument. maybe he shouldn’t have done that to you, it was a bit cruel of him now that he thinks of it.

he clicked on the next photo, a photo of you guys having a pool party at makki’s house because his parents were away for the weekend. the laughter and smiles in the photo were genuine, he thought. he looked at your photo he had taken on the same day, your smile was sincere and you looked beautiful under the sunlight.

the movie he was about to watch was long forgotten as he kept on scrolling all of the photos and watching the videos he had taken when he was with you. if anyone ever walked in on him at the moment, they must be thinking he’s gone crazy because he was smiling and laughing by himself. now that he thinks of it, he misses you and the times you guys had. there’s nothing he could do to undo his mistakes.

his legs unknowingly took him to wander around the small town the following day. he’s moving to argentina next week for a better future as you remember his phrase. every time he mentions of argentina, you can’t help but feel happy for him that he’s guaranteed a bright future ahead of him.

oikawa had just finished his morning run when he visited his favourite bakery in town, buying himself three bags of milk bread to cope with the current wave of sadness that hit him. he walked back home with milk bread in his hands. he wondered why would he refused a bag to carry his bread when he had three of them in his hands. he let out a sigh, thinking if he’s always been a fool for making foolish mistakes.

he almost tripped over an uneven sidewalk, his milk bread fell on the ground as he tried to balance himself. he knelt down to pick up the bread. a pair of unfamiliar shoes stood in front of him to help him collect his milk bread. he smiled as God sent him someone to help him on a beautiful day like this. “thank y-” his words were cut off when he realized it was you who helped him.

you gasped, you didn’t expect this to happen. your lips shivered, unable to form a proper sentence. you put down the bread and walked away. a pair of hands were quick to grab yours. “no, don’t go” you heard him pleaded.

“no, let go of me” you retorted. you couldn’t look at him in the face anymore after months of healing your broken heart. you almost moved on, finally being freed of the thoughts of him ever coming back to your life.

“please, just don’t go” oikawa begged. his voice sounded like he was meaning it. “what do you want?” you asked, rather in a harsh way. he looked at you with a pair of loving eyes that mean nothing to you anymore.

“can we talk? over a cup of coffee?” oikawa tried to read your expression he once found easy like an open book. what were you feeling at this moment? anger? that’s what he thought too.

“no, i’m busy. sorry” you loosened his grip on your hand. “i wished you said that when you asked for a break up over the phone.”

“i’m sorry, i’m terribly sorry. i wasn’t thinking straight at the moment! you know how frustrated and messed up i could be when i’m in distress!” he appealed, he looked sorry to you.

“apology accepted. i forgave you, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. you can fly to argentina with an open heart. because no matter how many times you hurt me, i’ll still forgive you. i wish you best of luck. take care, tooru” you smiled one last time despite the pain he put you through the previous months.

he let you go, he knows you too well. if you set your mind on something, it costs the whole world to collide for you to change your mind. he has lost the moon while he was busy counting the stars.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu imagines #agaassi 4k wp

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years ago

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NSFW Kuroo + reader + Kenma

A?N this is 2000 words of just filth so please be warned

Words: 2068

Warnings: Very NSFW

Requests open

You better thank the gods that blessed you with these two men like both of them are gifted in both size and talent

Like you will never go unsatisfied, if you want it one of them would be happy to give it to you at any point in time like you literally just have to give them a loving smile and they are putty in your hands

It is also going to go the other way, if either of them are horny you better expect to help out

Kuroo is going to go at it with you a lot more often than you do with Kenma and they both prefer having you there because they both like to stick their cocks into something and you are just perfect for that

Kenma lasts longer though when it comes to actually having sex, like you will orgasm at least twice on his cock alone before he is even close and he also likes to have you orgasm at least once before either from Kuroo or his fingers just to make sure that you are ready and can take him

With Kenma you are going to always be over stimulated and super sensitive because he just keeps going through your orgasms

Kuroo is going to be completely different, when you two are going at it alone he likes to eat you out, finger you and then will fuck you or he is going to go straight in and give you no time to adjust to him before he is thrusting into you

Kuroo can get one good orgasm out of you before he comes inside of you

Both of them have a big thing about coming inside of you, it’s something about how it claims you as theirs and shows you who you belong to

When the three of you are all doing it together it is going to be a long night like you better expect to orgasm at least four times because they each want to prove how good they are at pleasing you to the other

They will take turns with who is incharge of the whole night

When it’s Kuroo he is going to eat you out while he has you suck off Kenma or has Kenma suck on him

Kuroo is not afraid to grab a handful of either of your hair and lead your head/mouth to where he wants it

When you are sucking off Kuroo he likes to thrust lightly into your mouth and will also hold your head completely down on his length and have you keep eye contact with him

He is going to like when Kenma fucks your pussy first then he gets his turn after

Sometimes he doesn’t let either of you come and makes him be the person to finish both of you off

Does not care if the neighbors can hear you, he wants you to be begging and moaning his name

When it is Kenma in charge for the night he is going to be less demanding but equally as commanding like he is going to tell you what to do and you do it, he doesn’t have to touch you or move you to do what he wants

Will not let Kuroo fuck pussy for the entire night, that privilege goes to him and him only

Kuroo is allowed to use your mouth or even your ass but your pussy is completely off limits for his cock when it’s Kenma’s night

He is going to let Kuroo eat you out though to get you wet while he teases your nipples and runs his fingers up and down your body

When he decides that Kuroo is done, Kenma will have him move so you can use your hand to help him out or will even kick him off the bed until he is done with you

Kenma takes his time entering you but when he does he always hits all of the right spots

When he is feeling like a tease he is going to start slow and just go fast enough that he gets pleasure and you don’t you have to whine and beg for him which makes both boys way harder

They both love hearing you call out their names while they are pleasing you like it really boosts their egos

When they are both fucking you you need to be ready for their hands to be everywhere like they are going to squeeze your breasts and your butt and there is a chance that when they come they are going to bite down on your shoulder

When they eat you out it is going to be a whole ordeal like Kuroo loves to have you sit on his face while he eats you out because he can wrap his arms around your legs and only focus on pleasing you

Kenma goes at it a different way and will lay you down in front of him and will start with his fingers to get you wet before moving on to using his mouth and making you scream

If you whine one of their names for attention the one who’s name you whine is going to be super turned on and the other one is going to get jealous and also turned on like that is a perfect guarantee that they both are going to fuck you until you can’t walk right

Speaking of not walking right they are going to leave you breathless and unable to walk right after pretty much every time like your going to have to wear comfy shoes the next day so that your legs don’t shake as bad because dear lordy

Kenma has to soundproof his gaming room because you and Kuroo will do it while he is streaming and he doesn’t want others to hear that and ask questions

He will also fuck you in his gaming room on every couch, every chair, every desk or table because he can

You and Kuroo are definitely going to fuck on his couch because it’s super hot and sneaky

One time Kenma caught the two of you when he was going to go record after taking a shower and he walked in and saw the two of you and was frozen for a minute before he got grouchy with you both and kicked you out

You both ended up having to suck him off a few times before he forgave you

If they are gaming together (not on video or anything) or you are watching a show and it’s boring you are going to end up sucking both of them off

When your mouth is on one your hand is on the other, and you better give them both pretty even attention because if not then they get whiny and you are going to be in over your head

They both try and out last the other, knowing whoever comes first loses all of your attention and the person who didn’t come gets you to themselves

It honestly goes back and forth between who finishes first

If you suck on Kuroo’s tip he is going to be a goner almost instantly

Lick up and down the vein on Kenma’s underside and he is going to squeeze his eyes shut and think about something else in order to not come

Sometimes when Kenma is trying out a new game and gets frustrated he is going to come find you and ask you to help him with his game, which really means give him some moral support and suck him off to relieve his tension

Also really into doing tt right before he streams like it puts him in such a perfect state of mind that he just wants to stay in forever like he would do it before every time if he could

Send them nudes

Do it like they will guaranteed be a whiny mess when you get home, cocks already hard just wanting to fill you up

Kuroo 100% sends back dick pics but at the most unflattering angles

Kuroo will suck off Kenma but Kenma would rather not give him such obvious satisfaction so he ends up only returning the favor when he needs to make something up to Kuroo and you better bet that Kuroo is going to be smug about it for a long time afterwards

When you are gone the two of them don’t do a ton together, they have tried but neither of them want to give up control to the other like that, they are too competitive with each other so they do other things instead

The two of them have lots of heavy makeouts together like you could literally get off by just watching the two of them makeout with each other like their tongues are fighting for power and the little whimpers and moans they both let out are so perfect

Sometimes they will jack each other off with their hands while looking at old pictures and videos of you

If you are ever home alone because they are both out travelling for work you can’t help but tease them so much so that they always try and get the quickest flight back to you

Like send them a video of you using a dildo or a vibrator and moaning and they are going to have to jack off in their hotel room that night to even be able to fall asleep

You can turn them both on so easily like it is a wink or rubbing up and down their arms and sometimes you don’t mean to it just happens

Kuroo is super impulsive, if you look hot while you are cooking dinner he is going to come up behind you, kiss your neck, pull down your pants and just fuck you right there like he could not help himself

If you ever dress up for them it is going to be game over for both of them like wear sexy lingerie and a collar and they are both going to try and please you better than the other

Like it is going to be a full on competition in the bedroom, like Kenma is typically not competitive but when it comes to you and he is against Kuroo all bets are off

They both love when you ride them

Not all sex is kinky with them, some days it is going to be calm and loving, while one of them is in your pussy the other one is giving you lots of kisses and running their hands over your body, then they switch

They are super calm and just all attention is on you

Sometimes it is Kuroo or Kenma in the middle in these moments, you are riding them and the other is kissing them and playing with their hair

When it’s Kenma he gets breathy and moans a lot like he can’t keep himself together no matter how hard he tries

Kuroo is smug and will bite Kenma’s lip when he goes in for a kiss and he will leave marks because he can

You all have a no visible marks rule but Kuroo is the one to break that rule most often and leaves marks down you and Kenma’s necks whenever you makeout

Aftercare with them is the sweetest thing ever

You get treated like a queen with lots of little kisses and you get pulled to one of their chests and they wrap their arms around you and just literally give you so much love afterwards because they know how taxing it can be on your body

When you wake up the next morning it’s always with little kisses from them and hot shower already running with a cup of coffee and a towel already in there for you

Sometimes they will join you in the shower and help you wash your hair and just give you a lot of kisses because they want you to know that they care so much about you

Sometimes Kenma feels bad the day after and will bring you lunch at work and likes to sit and talk with you for as long as you can spare

Then when you get home Kuroo has already made you guys dinner and is massaging out all of your muscles and just keeps telling you how pretty you are

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bumblesimagines · 5 years ago

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Keep Me Up

Request: Yes or No

P2 of Everybody Loves You

Warning: Implied/talk of Sexual abuse/r*pe, trauma

My heart starts beating and my hands start sweating

My chest starts sinking and sometimes will even start shaking

It's physical and emotional

(And it's hard)

Your eyes went to Cheryl, breathing quickening. Her hand shot out, grabbing your hand.

"It's okay.." She whispered. "Take your time."

"What's going on?" Betty asked, blue eyes training on you. They held concern. You took a deep breath, squeezing Cheryl's hand before looking at your twin and licking your lips.

"I... I was.." You looked away from her, biting your bottom lip.

"Assaulted."

You're keeping me awake at night

I'm losing all my appetite

My heart is beating out of time

My skin is cold, my chest is tight

You're keeping me awake at night

"What?" Betty asked softly but Cheryl looked at her and shook her head.

"It was.. A month back.. At a party I went to with.." You swallowed, chest tightening at the thought of him and his name.

"I didn't want to drink but he just kept insisting so I had one cup and.. I'm pretty sure it was drugged and he only had drank a little. I don't remember much other than being dragged into the bathroom and.." You pressed your lips into a thin line, blinking away tears. Betty stayed silent, eyes shining with tears.

And I don't want you all inside my head

And I can feel you running through my veins

"Even though I don't remember much... I felt him." You said softly, feeling Cheryl wrap her arms around you. She understood. She had gone through a similar experience. Betty stood, going to you and sitting down, hugging you.

"I love you, (N/N)." She whispered. You sniffled, wiping away tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"We're here for you." She added.

When I say, and I say, and I say that

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

And you keep me up all night

You remembered the morning after. The feeling that something was wrong. You woke up in an unknown bed filled with the stench of him. In the beginning his cologne and scent made you swoon but now it made you wanna throw up. You remembered bits and pieces of trying to push him away but he didn't get the hint or maybe he ignored it. You wanted to erase him from your memory. Somehow block him from your mind.

No, I say, and I say, and I say

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

(And you keep me up all night)

You fiddled with your sleeve as Betty finished talking with Kevin. You stared at the ground, wanting to disappear into the lockers. You glanced up as the two approached you. Part of you knew he probably wouldn't suffer any consequences. There was barely any evidence other than your words. Kevin opened his arms.

"I'll tell my dad and we'll figure something out." He said. You nodded, hugging him. He was warm and cuddly. Betty put a hand on your shoulder.

"There's a support group in town. Maybe you can visit one of their sessions with Cheryl." Betty said.

My mind keeps looking for a way

To find somebody else to blame

The silence's screaming way too loud

I need something to dim it down

To find a way to block the sound

You hugged your pillow tightly, feeling its wetness from your tears. The nightmares were the worst part. They reminded you of everything. You wanted to forget but couldn't. You sighed softly, standing up and leaving your room. You made your way to your mom's room, opening the door.

"(N/N)? What's wrong, honey?" Alice asked, voice groggy. You approached the bed, climbing in beside her.

"Nightmare." You mumbled. Alice wrapped her arms around you, humming a soft lullaby to lure you into a comforting dream.

And I don't want you all inside my head

And I can feel you running through my veins

"There's not much we can do.." Sheriff Keller started off, frowning. You wrapped your arms around yourself, letting out a soft sigh.

"Without any evidence, it's just.. Too late." He sighed. Cheryl took out her phone, typing away before she showed Sheriff Keller her screen.

"I asked everyone who attended that party if they had photos and videos. Me and TT went through all of them and found every one with (Y/N) and Reggie." Cheryl said. You raised your brows, watching Sheriff Keller study each video.

"These do show (Y/N) being pressured into drinking.." He mumbled.

"The last one shows a clear view of (N/N) being taken out of the bathroom by that vile creature unconscious." Cheryl said.

"Is that evidence enough?" She asked, arms crows and brow arched. Sheriff Keller nodded slowly, handing the phone back to her. You glanced at Betty.

When I say, and I say, and I say that

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

And you keep me up all night

"We'll contact Reginald's parents." Sheriff Keller nodded to you. You felt scared. What if they went after you? Somehow had evidence that turned everyone against you?

"Come on, (N/N)." Betty said softly. You stood up, following the two girls.

"Cheryl.. I don't know how to thank you enough." Betty said.

"Anything for my favorite Cooper." Cheryl smiled, booping your nose. Outside, Archie was waiting. His eyes lit up, approaching you.

"(Y/N), I... Betty explained everything and I... I'm so sorry. I should've known and confronted Re-"

"It's okay, Arch." You whispered, wrapped your arms around his neck. He smelled nice. Like ginger and soft oak. Archie returned the hug, arms wrapped around you. You liked his warmth and his scent. You pulled back but he kept his arms around you.

"Would you.. Want to go to Pop's with me?" He asked. You smiled, nodding.

"Okay."

No, I say, and I say, and I say

"I don't want you in my life"

But you stay, and you stay, and you stay

And you never leave my side

And you take, and you take, and you take

And you say you feel so nice, boy

And you keep me up all night

Thanks to Archie, you were able to look at the letterman jackets and Bulldogs without wanting to cry or puke. Your thoughts buzzed with him instead of Reginald. Your mother eventually found out about the assualt and Archie. She wanted to tear Reginald apart but Sheriff Keller convinced her not to. She accepted Archie since he made you open up again. He made you.. You. Of course, all good things get interrupted. Reginald had finally shown up to scholl once the court date had been announced and news got around. Archie and, surprisingly enough, the Serpents became protective. They kept you separated from Reginald and even Chuck and Moose stood with you, even apologizing for not doing anything at the party.

Keep me up all night, boy, keep me up all night

You and Archie eventually made it official. Though, you knew you wouldn't be intimate with me for a while, Archie was fine with it. He said he didn't care and that he just wanted you. You loved him for it. Archie was your little Bulldog and Reginald didn't have a hold over you anymore. He would face the consequences sooner or later.

If I knew why, maybe it would all just go away

I don't think anyone really knows why

But we do go on

And we do understand that you can't always understand

And that's okay too

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letspurpletogether · 5 years ago

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Out of the Void || BTS

↳ Summary: The one where the boys stumble upon that one fic and they all end up reading. (This is a crack fic inspired by @btssavedmylifeblr’s Void, because my own words are not enough to describe how an amazing story Void it is, and what a outstanding writer Bee is).

⇢ Warnings: BEWARE OF SPOILERS!! This things should be full of them so I suggest you to read all of Void before reading this just in case. Also, for those entitled rude anons: stop demanding updates from the fan fiction writers like they owe you shit, cause they don’t! And stop coming at them to complain about their publishing schedule. This is done for fun and for free, if you can’t be patient and respect their creative process then fuck off!

A/N: Also, I had so much fun writing this. I wanted to keep adding and adding stuff. However, since english is not my mother language i had some trouble describing the scenes the way I pictured them in my head. Therefore, I decided to leave it like this for now.

(TT-TT) Im sorry, Bee! I did try my best, I know it doesn’t do Void justice. But I still wanted to write it for you because Void is such an amazing story!

That’s it! Please,enjoy!

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[...]

He shouldn’t be doing this.

Hoseok checked over his shoulder again before turning back to the phone in his hands. It wasn’t like if someone were to come into his studio right now and catch him watching porn.

Hell, this was so much worse.

Especially considering how he was supposed to be working on the rap arrangement for the new song, and not checking out a piece of fan-fiction... If Namjoon were to catch him he was going to give him hell for days.

He had strictly advised the six of them against it several times, but to be honest Hoseok was to eager to find out what happened next to actually acknowledge the suggestion. Besides, he was he eldest of the two and it wasn’t like he had to listen to his band member. Joon was only the leader when the cameras were out. Inside their dorms he couldn’t even remember to wash the dishes when he was supposed to or take the clothes out of the dryer so they wouldn’t end up a crumble mess the next morning.

Also, it was all Jimin’s fault.

His dongsaeng had sent him the link without any explanation last week. It was a silly thing they did to each other trying to make the other cringe with whatever weird-ass story they could find, mostly on Twitter. It was all for the laughs but they had stopped doing it when Hoseok had accidentally send Seokjin a rather explicit piece that involved Jimin and Yoongi in a threesome with some kind of catgirl trying to get her pregnant. It was meant for the young boy, of course and that slip of hand had resulted in a hysteric Seokjin exposing them right in front of the others.

Hoseok has been so embarrassed after that he couldn’t even look at Yoongi in the face for a whole ass week. Even though his hyung had said it was fine. It didn’t help that Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t let the topic die either. Those rascals, he made sure to make them wore their asses off in the following dance practices.

But anyways, he and Jimin had agreed to stop.

So it was a surprise to receive a new link from him after a couple months. He’d ignored it at first, being too busy with practice and rehearsals to bother with checking it up. But yesterday while waiting for his appointment with the cupping therapist, he’d absentmindedly opened it and was actually surprised with what he’d found. Written in English, it was a space story... and they were astronauts!

At that moment he been too oblivious to care and read the warnings or summary on top of the post. For a moment of innocent wonder he actually got caught up in the first scene. He was a scientist in space, it couldn’t get any cooler than that! But of course, he had soon realized what type of story it was.

The problem was that it didn’t start right off with the porn part like most stories he’s found while browsing the darkest depths of the ARMY’s fandom. He’d read some weird shit himself, demons, half-animal people, male pregnancyㅡHell! even tentacles once. The kind of things his fans could come up with was exhilarating, and it blew his mind that the weirdest and kinkiest were for some reason the best well-written of allㅡ.

But this story was different.

It had a storyline, an actual estructure, inciting incident, clear stakes, the whole pack. Years listening to his father reviewing novels and short-stories had resulted in him developing an appetite for well-written stories. And even though the main character was that Y/N type their fans where so keen about, she wasn’t plain at all. She struggled, and that was nice to read. Besides, all that astronaut stuff sounded so legit that he almost consider the possibility of the author being an astronaut herself. He’d always been a fan of fantasy and sci-fi since he was child and his father brought him the entire collection of Jules Verne’s novels for his eleventh birthday. Stories about voyages to far and unknown places were his guilty pleasure, so of course he got hooked up with this piece faster than he’d ever with any other he’d read so far.

But he couldn’t finished the chapter that time because the masseur was already calling his name. The scrolling bar told him he wasn’t even half way through it, so he’d copied the link for later and went to the therapist office. So now there he was resuming his reading with renewed eagerness.

The main character had just arrived at a green house inside the ship. And there was Yoongi.

Hoseok huffed and raised an eyebrow when he realized this scene focused all on his elder. Wasn’t he supposed to be the main character here? Not that he complained, though. Yoongi’s fingers where indeed nice after all and wouldn’t blame the girl for obsess over them. But in most stories he’d read there was always a lead, and he assumed by the first scene it was going to be himself. Maybe this was a threesome?

He quickly scrolled back up to the story information, searching for the pairing section where he knew his questions would be answered. /OT7 x reader/

He flinched.

“All of us? What...?”. Did that mean everyone was a love interest? Or that the main character was supposed to screw all of them at once? How was that supposed to work if there was just one woman in the whole crew?

Oh wait...

The realization hit him. Of course, that was the whole plot. Seven guys and one girl, and they had to fight for her love? It was something like that for sure, wasn’t it? She would pick one of them and then they’d have sex. He kept reading—

«Your deepest darkest fantasies- the ones you always turned to on your most stressed and anxious nights - were the ones involving the entire crew. The idea of them finding out what a slut you were for them and passing you between them filled you with an embarrassing level of arousal. You would imagine them taking turns filling you until all your thoughts of loneliness and emptiness had been fucked out of you. And you would sleep like a baby.»

—or not...

He scratched his chin, a little confused now. Was this actually going to be gangbang? Or more importantly, was he actually going to read this till the end? He did like threesomes, not that he’d been in one... Yet. Their schedules hardly ever allowed them to properly date someone, and hooking up with a random stranger was way too risky with the level of fame they’d reached at this point. But the idea of threesomes was very appealing, although he’d never actually consider having a gangbang with all his members. However... he wasn’t going to cross off reading about one just yet.

Just as he was about to resume his reading, the door flew open and Jimin‘s face appeared. “Hyung!”

Hoseok jumped in his seat, his phone fell on his lap.

“Shit...!”, he took a deep breath and glared at his band member. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Jimin!”

A sly grin appeared on the youngest face.

“Why? What were you doing?”

Hoseok cleared his throat. Had he been discovered?

“Nothing”, he lied so poorly he wanted to smack himself on the face.

“You were totally reading it, weren’t you?”, Jimin chuckled. “Did you get to the video part already?”

“No, what video part?”

Jimin raised both palms.

“Sorry, not going to give you any spoilers”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Anyway... Why did you send it?” He asked, retrieving his phone and unlocking the screen again. “I thought we agreed on not doing that anymore”

“Yeah, but Taehyung send it to me”

“What?” Hoseok frowned, and turned around in his chair to face the boy. That was a surprise. “Why would he...?” He shook his head, sometimes Taehyung needn’t a reason to do the most random things.

Jimin simply shrugged.

“He also sent it to Jungkook and Namjoon-hyung”, Jimin ran his hand through his hair and giggled. “I think everyone is reading it now”

“Wait- What?!” Hoseok chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

“Haven’t you checked the group chat?”

“No, I was...” Hoseok pressed his tongue against his cheek. “-reading”.

“Huh”Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Is cool isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s ... interesting”, he conceded. Jimin let himself in and plopped down on the spare chair he kept in his studio in case he needed to work with the senior producers.

“Who do you think she’ll choose?”

“For what?”

“Come on, hyung.” Jimin snickered, “You know what I mean”

“Are you sure she is supposed to choose one of us?”

“What-? Obviously...”, Jimin shifted on the sofa, his face stared confused at Hoseok for a moment. But then he gasped, suddenly realizing what he mean. “Do you mean-? All of us?!”

“Why not?” Hoseok shrugged. “It’s just a story, anyways. You know some of our fans like kinky stuff and there’s nothing wrong with that”

“I mean! I know that! Its not-”. Jimin’s face turned a bright shade of red. “W-we shouldn’t be reading about that. What if they get... ideas!” He brought a hand to his forehead and looked back at him with a worried expression. Hoseok spluttered in a laugh, but it soon dwindled when he realized Jimin was actually serious about his concern.

“Jimin...”

“Goddamnit...!” Hoseok observed as his younger member stood up and facepalmed himself “I’m an idiot! I bet that was Taehyung’s plan all along”

“Taehyung’s plan was to have us... read fan-fiction?”

“About a gangbang!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“It’s just fan fiction, Jimin. Not a proposition”, he said, but Jimin wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

“The others can’t read that. I have to stop them”, and he was about to storm out the door, but Hoseok had to stop him.

“Hey, hey!”, he grabbed him by the elbow. “Now you’re just exaggerating”

“No, I’m not”, Hoseok couldn’t comprehend why Jimin was so scandalized. “We can’t have a gangbang, hyung!”

“No, no, no!”, he “First of all, no one is having a gangbang. Second of all, why does it bother you so much?”

“It doesn’t!”

“Really?”

“I just don’t want to be... I don’t want to share a partner with the six of you”

“Why, you’re worried she might like it too much and dump you?” Hoseok teased. However, upon seeing Jimin getting all self-conscious, the smile was erased from his face.

“Jimin, come on. You don’t really think that would happen”

“I don’t know, you are all good looking and mature, and more talented that-“

“Stop it. You are not less than us, stop beating yourself so much specially over a fictional situation. Do you forget who has the third largest fan base among us?”

“It because ARMY likes when I act all cute and pretty, and want to baby me like a child. I’m the cutie, the tiny one...”, his voiced turned into an almost whisper at the end. “I’m never the big... manly man...”

“Jimin...”

“What?”

“This isn’t about the story, is it?”

“No... yes- well, not this one...”, he paused, looking at his feet, bashfully. “It’s just the other stories...”

“What other stories?”, Hoseok asked, but Jimin just shrugged. “I don’t get it...”

“Ugh- hyung it’s nothing really”, he was quick to reply, standing up again. “You are right, I’m so over-reacting... it’s just a story”

“Okay...”, Hoseok leaned back in his chair and looked again at Jimin who was standing next to the door. Hands behind his back, like a child waiting to be scolded. “You sure that’s all?”

“Yep”, that extra ‘p’ sound at the end was enough evidence that he was lying. But he was also aware of Jimin’s uneasiness so it was probably better to let him off the hook for now.

“Well, then...”, Hoseok rubbed his neck. “I really should get back to work then”

Jimin gave him a short smile and left without saying another word. Hoseok turned around in his chair to face his computer and actually get some work before the day was over.

But maybe...ㅡHe glanced at his phone next to the mouseㅡ, just maybe... one more chapter wouldn’t hurt either.

[...]

It was past three am when he arrived back at the dorm. He usually wasn’t the one to stay overnight at the studio like Joonie and Yoongi-hyung. But time flew from his grasp like an oiled rope after he finished the first chapter and he had to stay late to finish his assignments. He didn’t want Pdogg-hyung to yell at him in their next briefing. However, the pull of the story was too strong for him to resist.

He had gone to sleep right away, and with the first light the next day he was already reaching for his cellphone and logging into the Tumblr account he had created just for this. He needed to know what happened next, story-Jimin had to be out of his mind to give the main character a video of him masturbating. It was a risky move, he wouldn’t think Jimin was capable of it in real life... Maybe Seokjin-hyung was shameless enough to pull that one out, and Taehyung...

“Yeah, probably Taehyung...”, he mused to himself as he propped himself down on his elbows.

“Probably Taehyung what?”, Jimin’s sleepy voice asked from his side of the room.

“Oh! Jiminie, did I wake you?”, Jimin shook his head and asked again what he meant by ‘probably Taehyung’. Hoseok sat on his bed and stretched his arms. “Nothing, it’s just this story...”

“Why do you keep reading it, hyung?”, Jimin groaned and covered his face with both palms in exhaustion. Hoseok simply chuckled, Jimin’s concerns where silly. Plus, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of a good story just because his roommate thought his best friend was trying to get them to have an orgy.

“We are not having a gangbang, just relax”

Jimin huffed but didn’t argue further.

A sudden nasal shriek shattered the morning’s quietness and reached their ears through the door. Hoseok almost jumped off his bed to Jimin’s, what on earth was that? It sounded like some kind of hysteric bird .

“First you send me that porn thing and then you wanna talk about gangbangs?! Gangbangs!!”

Okay, that hysteric bird sounded like Seokjin now. And by the volume of it, it was coming from the kitchen.

“It’s not like that, hyung! You don’t even listen!” And that was definitely Joon’s.

Hoseok exchanged confused glances with Jimin that soon turned into curious ones. As if on cue, both of them got up their beds and ran into the kitchen to check on their band members.

Namjoon was leaning on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand, the other scratching his forehead. Meanwhile Seokjin was beating some eggs in a plastic bowl, ranting about how much porn was acceptable in a household.

“It’s not porn! It’s basically literature!” Namjoon sounded as much fed up as he looked embarrassed. Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“It’s porn! And you are a pervert!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you could just read it-!”

“I have enough with the viruses that keep popping on the computer because of you shady search historial!” It was hilarious just listening to them arguing back and forth like and old married couple. But Hoseok was more curious about whether they were talking about what he though they were.

“Is this about the space story?”, he chimed in, resting his elbows on the marble island across Seokjin’s cooking station. Jimin climbed on a stool next to him.

“You too, now?”, Seokjin huffed, giving him and Jimin disgusted look. “Not that I’m surprised, considering your fascination with breeding cats”

“It was a cat-girl! And that was a mistake!” Hoseok’s ears suddenly burned. “But whatever...”

“Wait- So did you read it, or not?”, this time Namjoon was the one to speak.

“I am reading it, I’m on chapter two”, he replied and Jimin nodded along.

“Did you get to the video part right?”, Joon asked and before Hoseok had a chance to speak, Seokjin’s loud huff cut him off.

“Can I cook in peace without having to hear about how much you want a gangbang, pleaaaaase?”

“Com’on, hyung! I never said I wanted a gangbang!” Namjoon shot him a glare before turning back to Hoseok. His hands came to fondle with the fruit bowl in front of him. “What I was trying to explain to this hyung is that I do think it’s an interesting guessing exercise for figuring out the extends of human behaviour in such adverse conditions”

“But you said you wanted to do it!”

“No! I said to explore it as in talk about it! WITH WORDS!”, Namjoon glared at their hyung, as a faint blush covered his cheeks. It was clear that “If you could’ve just listened for a moment instead of acting like a scandalized prude!”

“Yeah, hyung. It’s just a story, you are over reacting”, said Jimin, taking Hoseok by surprise considering all he had to say about it last night.

“Well, forgive me for not wanting a gangbang!”

“No one’s having a gangbang, for God’s sake!”

“I wouldn’t mind”, a fifth voice joined the conversation out of the blue and all the heads turned in the direction of the hallway.

Yoongi-hyung was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and messy bed hair. A slight frown hardening his features. He’d most likely woken up because all of the noise.

Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“You too, Yoongi?”

“How long have you been standing there?”, Jimin asked. Yoongi shrugged off a yawn and walked over to grab an apple from the bowl Namjoon was holding.

“It’s hard to keep sleeping with this hyung nagging so loud this early in the morning”, he pointed to his eldest and bit on the fruit.

“You know what?!”, Seokjin scoffed, and put aside all his cooking implements. “Y’all can make your own breakfast! Seriously...”

And walked away.

“So noisy...”, Yoongi mumbled as he munched on his apple.

“You read it too, hyung?”, Namjoon asked. Yoongi turned to him, leaning on his elbows. Hoseok’s eyes betrayed him as they followed Yoongi’s movements and the way he arched his back, lifting his ass in the air so subtly.

“Since Tae shared it in the group chat I figured I should give it a try”, he shrugged seemingly desinterestedm, but Hoseok knew him better than that. Yoongi liked to pretende he didn’t care about stuff other that making music, but it was clear to him by the way he was behaving, that the older rapper had enjoyed the story a little bit too much. “It was good”.

“You’re only saying that because you are not the main character”, said Jimin.

“At least I’m not the character that gave the girl a video of me jerking off”

“First of all, she asked! and second, you messed up big time keeping that memory card, hyung!”

Yoongi sneered at the younger boy.

“I got her off, you didn’t”

“Wait, what are you-?”

Jimin’s face turned a bright red, his nosetrils flared. Namjoon just chocked a laugh, almost knocking off the fruit bowl. For a moment, Hoseok only stared in confussion at them. He couldn’t recall something like that happening in the story yet and he realized they were probably far ahead of him.

“Hey! Don’t give me any spoilers! I haven’t reached that part yet”.

But Yoongi and Jimin just ignored him, continuing their teasing banter.

“I don’t think she’ll forgive you. EVER!”

“She was thinking of me while fucking you”

“At least I got to- to... be with her!”

“You can’t even say fuck without blushing. Space-Jimin is lightyears ahead of you”, a smug grin appeared in Yoongi’s face, clearly pleased with his joke and Jimin’s fuming face.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you, hyung”, Namjoon said with a smirk. “I mean, last time I checked you couldn’t even look at Halsey in her training clothes without turning red as a beetroot”

“That’s-!”, Yoongi coughed, a bite of the apple going the wrong way. Suddenly matching Jimin with his red cheeks. “That’s different!”

“Neither one of you would ever dare to act like the way the author portraits you. Just admit it”, Namjoon snickered. “You don’t have what it takes”.

“Oh, and you do?”

“I’m just saying if the seven of us where trapped in a spaceship and there’s just one woman for miles and miles...”, He crossed his arms, chin raised proudly. “I’m guessing you’d be too shy to get her attention”.

“It’s not a competition, anyway. It’s a story and it has already been written”, argued Yoongi. “And I was her first choice”.

“Technically it was Hobi”, Jimin pointed out. “She was so ready to throw herself over him in that lab scene”.

“Well Hobi doesn’t count here because he did nothing”

“Excuse me?”, Hoseok scoffed. “Clearly I’m the best character, unlike others I’m actually being professional”.

“Yeah, right. Professional until Yoongi-hyung tells you he screwed the main character”, Taehyung popped up from behind him making Hoseok shriek in surprise, followed closely by a sleepy-faced Jungkook.

“You little-! You almost killed me!”, Taehyung only laughed, joining the his chuckling hyungs.

“And he didn’t screw anything- anyone!”, said Jimin.

“Well, his fingers did”.

“Stop talking!”, Hoseok shoved Taehyung aside and shook his head. “You’ve already spoiled the story for me enough as it is! At least let me finish the chapters before we talk about this”.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t talk about it before breakfast”, Namjoon scratched his chin. “Gguk, go tell Jin-hyung he can come back now”.

“Why, was he here?” asked Jungkook.

“He left because he didn’t what to have a gangbang”, Yoongi answered, almost offended, like he was telling Jungkook his hyung had turned down some fishing trip.

Jungkook’s eyes where suddendly wide open.

“What-?!”

“It’s the story, nevermind!”, Jimin waved a hand in the air in dismissal.

“Wait, so we can’t have a gangbang?”

“Are you serious right now, hyung?”, Jimin gave Yoongi the side eye. His hyung response was simply shrugging.

“I like to keep my options open”.

“Yeah, maybe one thing you shouldn’t keep open is your mouth”.

The group erupted in laughter at Jimin’s witty comeback. Yoongi raised the hand that held half an apple and pretended to throw it at Jimin’s head, only to join the laughter when the dancer fell from his chair by his motion.

Hoseok chuckled and shook his head.

What a way to start the day.

. . . .

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cdelphiki · 5 years ago

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“Do you try to be this broody, or does it come naturally?”

Damian didn’t even flinch at his brother’s voice suddenly penetrating the gentle silence he’d been enjoying. There was no way he’d give Tim the satisfaction of knowing he’d startled Damian.

He’d come up to the roof to get some air and some space, away from everyone. The Kent’s apartment was normally too small for the four of them, but with most of his family there, too, it was downright tiny.

Most of them had left after the party, a welcomed relief from the onslaught of socialization. Their presence was appreciated, of course, but after a few hours Damian had grown tired. People were exhausting. Especially when they all wanted to talk to him about everything. Fill him in on every little detail he’d missed, and learn all about his life in Metropolis.

Tim, though, had been quiet most the day. He and Jason joined the Kents for Damian’s birthday dinner, out at his favorite vegetarian joint down the street. But Tim hadn’t said more than a few sentences to Damian. He didn’t talk much in general, though, so Damian wasn’t taking it personally. Tim could be like that, sometimes. Quiet and reserved.

“Probably naturally,” Tim said, as he finished crossing the roof and sat down next to Damian, letting his legs dangle over the side, too, “One of the side effects of being Batman’s son, huh?”

Damian exhaled, letting his breath be a little louder than normal. The only response he could muster at the moment. He was tired. Exhausted. His tanks were empty and he was currently operating on the reserves. Conversation felt too difficult, at the moment.

Never in his life had he had this problem. Always, he’d had plenty of time to himself. If he interacted with other people, it was completely one-on-one, with an exception to missions or patrol. Or the rare family meeting, back at Father’s. Or the rarer family dinner. Even while staying at Titan’s Tower he had enough time to himself. His team cared about him, he had no doubt, but they left him be most the time.

Everyone always did.

He’d been told he was difficult to be around…

But lately, that hadn’t been the case.

This roof was the only escape he had.

As he’d grown more comfortable with Clark and Lois, it had been less of an issue. Their company sometimes felt the same as sitting alone. The same peace, that is, without the crushing feeling alone could sometimes carry.

Laying on the couch, hiding in his hoody as he watched videos on his phone with Clark sitting on the opposite side of the room, watching the news, felt as relaxing as sitting on this roof. If he wanted attention, all he had to do was say, ‘Hey, Clark,’ and he’d have it. But if he wanted silence, he could just stay silent. And he had that, as well.

It was… nice.

Pleasant.

Extremely so.

Damian had never grown so comfortable around Father, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of that revelation. Not when he’d had it, a few weeks back, and certainly not now. He’d always been so worried about making his father proud. Not disappointing him. Maybe had he just let that go, their relationship would have been better…

“I know the song goes ‘it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,’ but the party ended a few hours ago. So that ship has sailed.” Tim moved his hand in a whooshing motion, as if setting a ship off himself, and Damian could see the goofy little grin tugging at the edge of his lips. He was pleased with himself. What a dork.

“I’m not crying,” Damian said, matter of factly.

“Good, because again,” Tim said, repeating the motion right in front of Damian’s face, this time, “ship: sailed.”

Rolling his eyes, Damian slumped a little and asked, “Why are you here?”

“Clark said you were up here.”

“No,” Damian sighed, then paused to take a breath and sit back up. Muster up the energy to actually talk to his brother. When was the last time he’d talked to Tim? Alone? About anything?

He couldn’t remember.

“I meant here,” he continued, “Today.”

“What?” Tim said, laughing a little, “I can’t want to spend time with my little brother on his birthday?”

Brother.

Damian’s not sure either of them have ever admitted that aloud. He’d accepted it, of course. Years ago, actually. But pride always prevented him from backing down from the rivalry they’d built up. Pride and hurt feelings.

“Tt,” he huffed, “You never have before.”

Even now, it was a difficult habit to suppress. He already hated himself for it, but this was their pattern. Tim would say something insulting back, probably about how Damian was so difficult or ‘such a brat,’ and Damian would call him pointless, and then Tim would leave him alone. Let him get his rest.

The weird part, though, was Damian didn’t really want that.

“I know,” Tim said quietly, his face sobering as he looked out over the city lights, “I’m sorry.”

That got Damian to blink. Once. Twice. He looked over at Tim and stared for a good second before he asked, “What?” Because he had to have hallucinated that. Tim was not following the script.

“I’m sorry,” Tim repeated, “It must have felt like we abandoned you after… After. I kept meaning to reach out, to text you, but we don’t—We didn’t have a good…” Tim sighed, pausing to take a breath and run his hand through his hair, “And I kept talking myself out of it. Telling myself you wouldn’t appreciate it. So. Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” Damian said lamely, looking back out at the lights of the city. All the tiny little cars, white and red lights going in all different directions. Kind of like their family, as of late. All over the place and avoiding one another.

Because in reality, Damian hadn’t tried to contact any of them, either. Not Tim. Not Jason. Not… Ric.

At first, it was because he was confused. He didn’t know how to feel after Father had… lashed out. At Timothy. That was not something Father did. He only struck other adults. Never children. And while Damian loathed to admit it, he and Tim were, indeed, children. At least in the eyes of the law. And once, in the eyes of Father.

But somewhere along the way he’d changed his rules.

And Damian wanted to blame anyone but Father. Because Father was Father. Damian had grown up looking up to the incredible Batman, the infallible man that was his father.

‘No one’s perfect,’ Dick had always said. For some reason, it had been a difficult concept to apply to his father.

So, he figured Tim must have deserved it. Clearly. After all, Damian had always earned the strikes made against him as a child.

“I may not have,” he admitted, closing his eyes to block out the sight of Tim tensing. Because he’d been so angry with Tim, there for a while. Right up until that morning, when Tim showed up at the front door.

Now.

Now Damian didn’t know what to think. Because he was fairly certain his father had forgotten his birthday, again. And was likely reminded by Alfred to call him. But, Father had reached out to him a few times since he moved in with the Kents, and Tim never had.

“Why not?” Tim asked carefully, his voice only giving off curiosity. Not the anxiety he’d sensed before.

And Damian was intensely aware of their position. Sitting on the edge of the roof of a high rise, about 10 stories up.

He would never push Tim off.

Or…

He would have. Four years ago. But not now. No matter what Tim did, or how his actions affected their family. His overreactions. Really, that’s what all this was. An overreaction.

“Oh my god,” Tim whined, “You’re just like Jason.”

Damian scowled at that, because he was nothing like Jason. Nothing.

“You are,” Tim said, clearly reading his thoughts now, “You two think alike. He thought everything was my fault, too.”

“I didn’t say that,” Damian protested, but could feel his face heat. He felt like a small child caught sneaking into the kitchens to swipe chocolate chips. When had Tim learned to read him so well? He couldn’t read Timothy hardly at all.

“So you don’t think it’s my fault?” Tim challenged.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Daman met his gaze straight on and said, “I think you overreacted, and then everyone else overreacted.”

“Was what Bruce did wrong?”

It was uncalled for, Damian thought. Unless Drake had done something earlier in the night, Father had overreacted, as well.

Overreactions all around.

Damian jumped when Tim smacked him on the shoulder, just hard enough for him to feel, but no where near hard enough to actually cause pain.

“What the hell?” he asked, anyway, because hello, sitting on the edge of a roof here. Why would he try to start a fight like that?

“Was that your fault?” Tim asked, the challenge still in his voice, his gaze hard.

And Damian had already followed Tim’s train of thought right down to the conclusion.

But he wasn’t a willing passenger on this train and he was nothing if not obstinate.

“Yes,” he said evenly, holding Tim’s challenging eyes.

“Yes?” Tim scoffed, “How.”

“I should have blocked.” It wasn’t untrue, after all. Four years ago, Tim would have never been able to touch him at all. He would have seen the attack coming and dodged, then counterattacked. He’d grown complacent over the years. Dropped his guard and stopped watching.

Tim offered a half smile, and Damian realized he’d probably just answered wrong. Because it was clear Tim knew exactly how to win this argument, now. “And why didn’t you, Damian? I know you’re capable of doing so.”

Damian opened his mouth, but then snapped it back shut. Pouted at Tim. He saw his error, now.

“Come on, just be honest. I’m not trying to make fun of you. Why didn’t you block?”

“I was not expecting the strike,” he bit out, shifting his gaze back out to the city. So at least he wouldn’t have to watch Tim’s victorious grin.

“Right. Why?”

“Drake,” he complained, crossing his arms and slumping down a little more. He kind of wanted to go back to the quiet from earlier. Reserved Tim with tired Damian.

“Why Damian,” Tim insisted, leaning forward a little dangerously to look right at Damian’s face, “Why weren’t you expecting me to hit you?”

Damian sat back up so Tim wouldn’t kill himself trying to look at him. “Because, in my experience it is not something you do.”

Tim rolled his hand, as if to say ‘keep going,’ so Damian rolled his eyes.

“I have known you for years. You are my ally. We are not currently engaged in a fight. I am at home. You- You’re…”

“I’m your brother,” Tim supplied, and Damian just shrugged, so Tim added, “You’re safe with me.”

“Yes, Drake,” he exasperated. He hated conversations like this. They did nothing to help the exhausted in him. This was almost too much for his reserve tanks to handle. “Your point.”

“Do you know who I thought I was safe with?”

Damian shifted, looked down at his hands. Perhaps that was their problem. They’d let their guard down when they should not have. They were in the middle of a war, after all.

“Do you know what child abuse is?”

“Father is not an abuser,” Damian asserted, snapping his attention back up to glower at Tim. Damian knew what abuse was. And Father hitting Drake one. time. was not abuse.

“If you saw a random civilian punch his child—his teenager, would you call that abuse?”

Damian just scowled harder, refused to answer.

Because… Because yeah. Maybe. He’d definitely step in and intervene. Figure out what was going on.

Get the kid away, if needed…

“Right,” Tim said, as if he were still reading his damn thoughts, “and if you saw that same man hit his children repeatedly. Three of them. And beat a couple of them enough to cause serious injury, what would you call that?”

“Abuse,” he breathed, rubbing at his face.

“And would it be the kid’s fault or the adult’s fault?”

“Drake,” he begged, because he wanted to drop this. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He’d quit blaming Tim if he just let it go.

“Damian,” Tim said, grabbing onto his shoulders and turning him so they were facing each other completely, “this is important. You need to understand.”

“It would be the adult’s fault,” he said quickly, and added with, to his horror, a touch of panic, “But Tim, he’s Father.”

He could feel the stinging, just below his eyes, and the last thing he wanted to do was cry.

Father was coming to visit him tomorrow. He couldn’t just… he didn’t need this.

“I know kid,” Tim said, letting go of Damian, “I know. But that doesn’t make what he did right.”

“But he’s never hit me,” Damian whispered. He was fairly certain if he spoke any louder, his voice would crack. And then he’d be a goner. No turning back.

“Yeah,” Tim whispered back, wrapping an arm around Damian’s shoulders and tugging him a little closer, “I used to say the same thing.”

They had been wrong, hadn’t they? To feel safe. It wasn’t just because they were at war while out in the streets. It was because Father was at war. With himself. With his demons. And he hadn’t been handling that well for years.

No wonder Dick didn’t want to have anything to do with them anymore. He lost his memories, and therefore any sense of obligation to the rest of them. It was an out for him, and Damian wasn’t sure he blamed him.

And Jason… Jason had reason to leave years ago. Honestly, he should have never come back to Gotham. Had Father treated Damian the way he treated Todd, he’s not sure he would have returned. Shooting the Penguin was certainly not deserving of the beating he took. Damian had known that even at the time, but he’d been so blinded by his devotion to his father and his�� dislike… of his brother to do anything about it. To object.

That was all it took. Hot tears spilled out and he let himself sink into Tim’s hold a little more. Tim wasn’t Dick. Not by a long shot. But he wasn’t a terrible substitute, either.

Especially not since he now knew Tim cared about him. Evidenced by this entire day, and Clark’s words earlier still ringing in his ears.

And Jason, too.

He didn’t deserve any of their love. He’d been so unfair to them, for months. For years.

“It’s all right,” Tim soothed, wrapping his other arm around Damian in a full hug, “It’s going to work out, you know? We’ll figure it out.”

“Why aren’t you upset about this,” Damian asked a little petulantly, a minute later after he’d regained control of himself. He’d never been much of a cryer, after all.

“Don’t worry, I already cried into Jason’s shirt. So we’re even.”

Despite himself, Damian laughed as he scrubbed his face clean. It was a funny thought, the Red Hood letting Tim cry into his shirt.

Tim pushed at his shoulder a little, playfully, and said, “You’re such a brat.”

It was crazy, what this whole mess had created. Tim and Damian talking to each other. Tim and Jason doing the same. Really, what Damian had though broke their family merely made it stronger. Just, without Father.

He had no doubt that he’d be seeing Tim a lot more often, now. And Jason, too, most likely. If they were really as close as Damian had gleaned from their interactions today.

“Damian,” Tim asked, his face sobering, “Are you happy here? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Tim,” Damian said, not needed to even think about it. Because he’d thought about it a lot. Especially today. “I’m good.”

“Good,” came the reply, as Tim nodded slowly and seemed to get lost in his own thoughts, “That’s good. I’m glad.”

“What about you? Are you happy?”

“I’m,” Tim started, then paused and blinked, like he wasn’t sure what to say. Or how to respond. Eventually, he settled with, “I’ll get there.”

“Well,” Damian started, but trailed off. He flushed a little, because what right did he have to offer any sort of support to Tim? He wasn’t quite sure how, either.

It didn’t matter, though, because Tim as always picked up on his meaning and smiled. “Brothers gotta stick together.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s getting late. Jay and I have to get back to Gotham, but we won’t be strangers anymore, okay?”

“Sure,” Damian agreed, flipping his legs up back onto the roof to slide off the wall they’d been sitting on. The one meant to keep them from doing stupid things like sit on the edge.

Damian had no doubt that Clark kept his ear on them the entire time. Maybe not actually listening to the words, but listening for any distress. He tended to do that. If either of them had fallen, he was certain Superman would have appeared and caught them.

“We’ll come visit,” Tim followed Damian’s lead and stood, “How’s next weekend?”

“Works for me.”

It was perfect, actually. Unless the Titans needed him, he would have spent the weekend doing a lot of nothing. But a lot of nothing could be quite fun, when it was done in the Kent’s apartment.

“Perfect.” Tim hesitated for a second, but then pulled Damian into another hug. It happened so fast, Damian hadn’t time to react before Tim was crossing the roof and escaping to the stairwell, throwing out a, “Later, squirt,” over his shoulder as he did.

But Damian could feel all the words Tim wanted to say, but couldn’t get out.

And yeah, Clark was definitely right. And if Tim loved him, perhaps it wasn’t too large a leap to believe the rest of them did, too.

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Prompt: Just something that came to mind. Reader is part of the Super Fam. Older Damian Wayne.

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Super!Reader, Dick Grayson x platonic!reader

Words: 5870

Warnings: Cursing, violence (lots of violence for a little bit), Deaf reader at one point, emotionally vacant reader

Notes: This just kind of happened. There may be another part, but this is where I felt this part ended.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You slowly rose from your bed. You had gotten in around four that morning and had to be at work by seven...unless there was a crisis that you needed to stop that involved you getting snapshots of Krypton as she fought against whomever decided to become the villain of the morning. Then, you could tell your boss you were late because you were getting some action shots of Bludhaven’s favorite hero-though Dick Grayson would challenge you on that fact.

You would think a Super as yourself would be in Metropolis or another city close to it, but you would be wrong. You wanted to be independent of your father’s influence and your other siblings. You needed to make your own name. So, your father, Clark Kent, had reached out to Bludhaven Global Journal and had allowed you to further your career as a journalist without having to live up to the expectations of the Daily Planet since your parents were Clark and Lois, two famed journalists. After much debate, you decided to take the out and transfer to Bludhaven. That had been the best decision to make.

Last night you and Dick, as Krypton and Nightwing, had taken on Bane and Blockbuster who were teaming up to take Bludhaven before moving onto Gotham. Bane had been working on the Gotham end while Blockbuster had worked on Bludhaven. Last minute, Bane had joined the fight and your found yourself between a rock and a hard place. Why, you ask, does that put you in a pickle? While you are part Kryptonian, you didn’t get all of the powers your dad had...or Jon had...you didn’t even have the best attributes like Connor did. Sure, you can fly, you have heat vision, super hearing and strength. You do not have cold breath, X-Ray vision, or superspeed. The worst part was that you didn’t even have the invulnerability. You get bruised and cut like Dick does after a rough battle. While it takes more force to break bones, that’s also a possibility-especially when fighting Blockbuster and Bane.

You and Dick had stood back to back, taking in the new scene and information. Needless to say, your ached all over and were grateful that Dick was able to find the information you both needed to stop their operation in its tracks. While he had been off on a search of information, you had taken on the two powerhouses. Let’s just say that by the time Dick had the information, you were overpowered and running out of energy.

You stumbled into the bathroom and started your morning routine. A short, but relaxing shower followed by applying makeup to your bruises and cuts so no one at work could ask about your after-shift activities. You checked everything in the mirror before exiting your room and walking to the kitchen where Dick was just setting out a warm breakfast with coffee while taking a face-time from Bruce.

Dick’s eleven years older than you (as you were Damian’s age) and had taken it upon himself to watch out for you in Bludhaven. After you had accepted your position at BGJ, you had been called by Grayson telling you that he had lots of extra space in his penthouse that he would be willing to rent out to you. He knew the only way that you would accept the offer is if you worked for the space. He had been right, and you couldn’t thank him enough. It was nice not being all alone in a new city at the beginning. As the months went on, it was just nice to come home to someone who knew your nightly activities and understood both the mundane and super things.

Dick sat next to your at the bar, leaning the phone on the popsocket to get both of you in the picture and freeing his hands so he could eat. “Morning Bruce,” you mumble, not yet completely awake.

“Morning. Tell me what you experienced last night,” the frame shifted as Damian joined the picture.

“TT, they did a number on your face, (Y/N),” Damian sighed.

“Thanks for the update,” you rolled your eyes. “I had my suspicions after having overheard a conversation Blockbuster was having with someone on the phone before Dick showed up last night. No names were mentioned but they were talking about a ‘shipment’ that would cripple both Gotham and Bludhaven. They wanted to take out the vigilanties and take over the cities and make them in their own image. After the call ended, Blockbuster met with Tarantula. Tarantula was in charge of the shipment and was given coded directions that I still haven’t been able to decode. Whatever this ‘shipment’ is, I believe we better get ahead of it before they have a chance to use it against us. I’ll keep on trying to decode the message after I get to work today.”

“The information I downloaded and deleted from their computers seemed to cripple the operation for the time being. I think that they have something to do with the shipment that (Y/N) was talking about. She gave me a copy of the coded directions and I’m going to see if I can get anything from looking at that and the files. I’ll make it my primary case today. From the information I got several warehouses in Gotham, I’ve sent the information over to you for you both to look into. Be careful, in case the Gotham end is more prepared than ours,” Dick took a gulp of coffee.

“I will grab Drake, Todd, and Brown. We’ll go look into the warehouses. I will let you know of our findings,” Damien nodded.

“I did my own recon last night while Bane was still in Gotham. He was meeting with Joker, Harley, Penguin, Two-Face, and Riddler. I wasn’t able to get much information out of the conversation, but they were talking of the operation taking place in the next two weeks. Depending on if all of the information you gathered transfers over to the Gotham operation, you could have set them back as well. I want us all to be on our toes. I also believe that if Bane was meeting with five other villains that your operation is bigger than just Blockbuster and Tarantula,” Bruce sighed, looking up as a knock sounded on his door. “I don’t want either of you patrolling on your own, that goes for you as well Damian. We’ll talk more later. Be safe.”

The video ended and you stretched as you stood to take your dirty dishes to the sink. “Damian was right, Bane and Blockbuster did a number on your last night. Maybe you should call out today.”

You turned sharply, ignoring the pull of multiple cuts on your stomach. “I am a powerful Kryptonian, I do not need to take ‘sick days’. I will apply more makeup and be on my way. Stay safe on the job today, Dick. I’d hate to have to take an early break to save your ass because you can’t reveal to your partner that you’re Nightwing,” you stalked off to finish getting ready for work.

Don’t misunderstand, you love Dick Grayson. He’s like a big brother to you, a big brother that you never got, being the oldest in the Kent clan. At twenty-three, you’re still headstrong and willing to push every ache behind in order to get the job done and seem normal. You had been the first one that Clark had to teach to control your super strength, dial down your hearing, control your heat vision when you were angry. You had been the trial run. Hell, you were the reason that they slowly tested Jon’s abilities just in case he was like you, with penetrable skin. After realizing you weren’t bullet proof, it took your father almost a whole year to let you patrol again.

You stepped into the living room of the penthouse, seeing Dick grabbing his keys. You sighed quietly and walked over to him. “Thank you for being concerned, but I know my limits. I’ll leave work early if I’m not feeling well. Don’t do anything stupid today, Detective Grayson,” you hugged him. He wrapped you in gentle but firm arms.

“I know you do, but you’re my little sister (Y/N/N). I worry. I promise no stupidity today as long as you do the same,” he released you, giving you a look.

“Scouts honor,” you smirked and grabbed your own set of keys. You both parted once you got to the car garage.

_____________

You looked up as a shadow cast over your workspace. “Kent, we need to talk.” You rose an eyebrow at Damian and stood.

“I need to tell my boss that I’m not feeling too well and will be taking the rest of the day off,” you state as you grab your things. After he was informed, you and Damian began the walk to the parking garage. “What’s this about, Mr. Wayne,” you asked. Since you were in public, you were treating him as if he was in on your next story. An informant or professional expert on what your next article was going to be.

He opened the passenger door of his car and closed it behind you before joining you in the car. “We have time sensitive information on Blockbuster and Bane’s operation. It’s even bigger than we thought. We’re meeting everyone back at Grayson’s penthouse.”

You nodded and stared out the window before turning to look at Damian as he drove. His chiseled cheeks, his broad shoulders, the muscles rippling beneath the tailored suit he wore. His eyes turned to you briefly, but you didn’t turn away. “It’s been a while,” you casually stated.

“I know. Next time I’ll come for a social visit. Or you could come to Gotham, either way. We haven’t spent time together since you got your job eight months ago,” A small smile was present on his face.

“You still see Jon almost every week,” you asked.

“Oh most definitely. He asks me when I’m going to come see you,” you rolled your eyes. Jon and Damian were best friends, much like you and Damian were. Jon just seemed to think that there was more to your relationship than just being best friends. He was right on your end. You realized four years ago that you were in love with your best friend. You knew he couldn’t feel the same, so you kept it to yourself and used your feelings for him to better your friendship and protect him when your worked on missions together.

“The little brat thinks he’s so slick,” you joked.

“You might want to tone down the judgement on your brother. When I said this operation was even bigger than we thought, that meant that it spread to Metropolis. Jon and Conner are already with Grayson in the penthouse. Your father is off world but is trying to wrap up the mission to get back here to help deal with the situation. Father, Todd, and Drake have arrived at the penthouse. Pennyworth and Brown are monitoring things in Gotham.”

You nodded and stretched your hearing to the penthouse. Everyone Damian had mentioned was, in fact, at the penthouse. Another sound caught your attention. You zoned in on it and tensed. “-eady in two hours. We’ll take those idiot do-gooder’s out in no time,” that was Tarantula.

“Good. I want to be rid of them as soon as possible.” Blockbuster.

You zoned back into the car as it parked. You both exited the car, but you paused as a scream reached your ears. It was coming from the same direction as Blockbuster and Tarantula. “-(Y/N)? KENT,” Damian shouted as he shook your shoulder.

“What?”

“Are you coming?”

“I’ve got to check something out,” you muttered, mind still on the information you’d gotten on the way...and thinking of the scream. Was it just a trap to see if their plan would work on you? Was someone really in danger and needed assistance? As the scream returned, you rushed into the penthouse, ignoring the people already in it. You changed into your suit and was out your bedroom window before Damian even reached your room.

“TT, damn it Kent,” you heard Damian exclaim and you tuned out the penthouse.

Landing quietly on the roof of the building you tracked the scream to, you carefully looked around. You weren’t going in blindly. This could very well be a trap. You wished that you’d gotten the genetics for X-Ray vision at this point, but you could deal with this. You could help the person in danger and get back to the penthouse to talk about the operation with everyone else.

You entered through a vent, using the many lessons Bruce and Dick had taught you about hiding in the shadows and using the element of surprise. Finally you found the room where the screaming originated from. Good news was that there was cause for you to investigate. Bad news, someone did need rescuing and it was most likely a trap.

You reached your hearing to the penthouse, before whispering out, “Jon, Conner, your listening ears on?” You heard them quiet down the others in the penthouse as they responded.

“Good news, I know where Blockbuster’s master plan resides currently. Bad news, they’re going to go through with the plan in two hours.”

“Why the hell did you go off without anyone else,” Conner hissed.

“Other bad news, they have hostages.”

It was silent for a minute before Jon sighed. You could imagine him running a hand down his face, “and they know you have enhanced hearing meaning they were planning on drawing you into a trap...which you blindly did.”

“Not exactly. They still don’t know I’m here. I spent too much time with bats to be that stupid,” you paused as you saw movement as the door in the room opened. “Hold on, movement.”

“Don’t engage, Kent,” Damian growled, “we’re coming to you. You don’t move until we get there.”

Your heart stopped momentarily as you realized that you didn’t have a choice in that. Seconds after seeing the man come through the door, you put up your mental shields as you had been taught. Manchester Black, renowned telepath and enemy of Superman and all of his children. You didn’t know he was back on Earth. “Black,” you whispered, hearing Jon tell the others of the telepath.

Apparently you hadn’t put your shields up fast enough to block Black. “Come now, Kryptonian.”

Before you could move, the vent was torn from the ceiling and you were left staring at Monolith and General Zod. A quiet curse left your lips as you made a head count. Manchester Black, General Zod, Monolith, Blockbuster, Tarantula, Bane, Joker, and Harley Quinn. “And I thought your little plan wouldn’t work,” Bane chuckled as he looked at Zod.

“All of Kal-El’s children are too righteous to ignore helping the innocent. Even his clone can’t ignore the need to help others. It’s pathetic really,” he responded. You could feel Black trying to break your shields.

“Can we hit this one now? I want to see her turn black and blue,” Harley leaned on her bat as she waited on an answer.

“I need her disabled in order to test our plan out, go ahead,” Blockbuster grinned.

It was like you were an all you can eat buffet and the villains were starved people as they all rushed at you. You growled under your breath and fought them off. You stayed as far away from Monolith as possible. As far as you and Dick knew, he was invulnerable-not to mention the superstrength he possessed rivaled your own. You kept Zod at a distance as well. He was a full blooded Kryptonian, he possessed all of your dad’s abilities and other than kryptonite, he had no vulnerabilities.

You focused on Tarantula. Get her out and you’ll have one less villain to deal with. It wasn’t hard to knock the young woman out. With her out of commission, you worked on Joker and Harley while still dodging attacked from the others. You had knocked Harley out just as you felt yourself being picked up and thrown through the air, complete with the feeling that your skin was being melted. A huge fist pushed your farther into the concrete you rested against.

You met the next fist and threw off Monolith. You didn’t get far before it felt like your head was exploding. With your concentration gone, you crashed to the ground, hands going up to your head as the rest of your shields fell. You felt the blood starting to leak from your nose and you couldn’t fight the scream that left your lips as the pain in your head intensified along with the physical abuse by the other villains in the room. Just as you began to pass out, you felt your left leg shatter, causing a broken gasp to leave your mouth as everything went black.

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You don’t know how long it had been since you lost consciousness when you woke next. A quiet groan left your mouth and you bit your lip as you pushed yourself up. You hissed as you put weight on your leg. You floated slightly to keep weight off of it. Several fearful eyes stared back at you once you began to look around. As you took stock of the situation, you extended your hearing, hoping to find the heartbeat of your brothers or the bats. You couldn’t find any sign of them and that worried you. As you looked around again, you realized that this wasn’t the location you scoped out earlier. They had moved you.

Your heart beat began to quicken and did your breathing before you quelshed the fear. Damian Wayne would find you. You trusted him with your life. He would find you and he wouldn’t stop until he did. You took one more look at the hostages in the cage with you, your face hardening slightly. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to try and get the bars open enough for everyone to crawl out,” you whispered. You didn’t know where any of the villains were, but you didn’t want them to overhear you.

As soon as your hands clasped the bars, it felt like your energy was being drained from you. As you pulled at the bars, they moved barely and inch apart. As you went to pull at them again, a very familiar chuckle reached your ears. “I made them especially for you Supers. The cages are infused with Kryptonite. I have to say, Krypton, I’m surprised that the other idiots’ plan worked. I didn’t think you were dumb enough to fall into the trap.”

You backed away from the bars and glared at the man coming from the shadows. “Lex Luthor, why am I not surprised. I thought you were still off world.”

He smirked, coming closer to the cage. “I came back just for this. You didn’t think that Bane, Zod, and Blockbuster came up with this whole operation by themselves, did you? By being off world, no one would suspect my involvement. Once we take Gotham, Bludhaven, and Metropolis, the other heroes and cities will fall into our control.”

“How do you plan to make the cities fall? How do you plan to get rid of the other heroes?”

“That’s the easy part. You’ll be helping us out. We’ll see if it works on you. If it does, we can implement it on the others. If it doesn’t, we’ll fix it until it does...and even if it doesn’t work, you’ll be out of the picture,” Lex smirked. He crossed his arms in amusement as you pried at the bars again. “How does it feel to know that you’ll either be under our control or dead in less than thirty minutes?”

“That’s not going to happen,” you growled. Monolith, Zod, and Blockbuster emerged from the shadows and Lex smirked.

The cage door opened and you took the chance to attack, pushing the Monolith back into Zod. You used your heat vision to blind Blockbuster temporarily. You had to admit that you were panicking on the inside. You were a cornered animal and they all knew it. It would only be a matter of time before one of them restrained you.

You screamed and fought as Zod held onto you, dragging you through darkened hallways as the others followed. “When we get in there, make sure to inject her with the compound before we hook her to the machine,” Lex turned to smirk at you. “The show is about to begin.”

A door at the end of the hallway had light peeking from the bottom. It blinded you as the door swung open. It took a second for your eyes to adjust. That was enough time for your handlers to be changed out. Monolith was now holding you as Zod approached with a syringe. “No,” you shouted and tried to fight against Monolith’s hold on you. You used your heat vision, superstrength, and flight to try and get away, but nothing you did got you free.

Whatever was in the syringe burned your veins as it moved through. You grit your teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much pain you were in. “Lock her in,” Lex stated as he moved further in the room.

You fought the whole way there. You weren’t going without a fight. As the last restraint was put on you, you felt tears of frustration building up. “No no no no no,” you mumbled, pulling at the restraints.

“You’ll find that those restraints are made of Kryptonite. While I’ll be displeased if this doesn’t work, at least I have one Super out of my hair,” Lex turned to look at Black behind the console. “Light her up!”

As the machine roared to life, you heard glass breaking all around you and multiple figures entered the room. You didn’t have time to take it all in before the machine sent a steady stream of energy at you. Upon contact, the fire in your veins intensified tenfold and you couldn’t help but scream out. You could feel Black probing your mind and implanting thoughts, but you couldn’t focus enough to block him out. You felt like your body was being torn in two...but then it all stopped.

Black was unconscious, the machine shut down, Conner and Jon fighting Zod and Monolith… Damian in front of you, hands on your cheeks, wiping away your fallen tears. His mouth moving, but you can’t hear what he’s saying. All you hear is whitenoise. “Hurts,” you form the word with your mouth. Whether it’s spoken or not, you don’t know but Damian understands.

Your restraints are undone and you can’t catch yourself, but you don’t need to. Damian has you, he’s lowering you to the ground, crouching with you, still saying something you can’t make out as he turns his head while he talks in order to see how the others are doing. Slowly, your hearing comes back, “-got you. Should have gotten here sooner. How are you feeling,” he turned back to you, picking you up bridal side.

“Hurs, Dee,” your words are blending, but you can’t help it.

He exits the building with you, holding onto you tightly as he sits in the passenger seat of the batmobile. Not long after, the other vigilantes exit the building, some with villains in tow, others talking in low voices. Well, low for them. To you, it was like they were yelling directly in your ears. Your hands come up to cover your ears, letting out a distressed sound.

Damian’s arms tighten around you as you begin to try to get out of his grasp, “loud...too loud. Hurts,” you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Father, get us out of here now,” Damian’s voice is loud as well as he calls to his father.

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You’re lucky the penthouse soundproof. Even with that, you can still hear things, but it’s all dull. Everything that happens in the penthouse, though, sounds like an airhorn in your ear. The quiet talking of the other people in the house are like shouts. The flush of the toilet is like a hurricane. The beeping of the coffee pot being done is like being right next to the tsunami siren. Not to mention every time you move, even the smallest bit, everything burns and hurts. You imagine this is how Jason Todd felt after being beaten by Joker then left to a fiery death by bomb.

You hissed slightly as you sat up on the bed. You had to get out of here. You had to get rid of the headache. You had to go somewhere quiet...and you had just the place: your dad’s Fortress of Solitude. You stumbled into the wall as you walked to the window.

Suddenly, Jon is in front of you, arms crossed and worry evident on his face. “Where are you going,” he asked.

Your right hand went up to your ear as you winced. “Quiet,” you whispered. Your left hand, which you had against the wall for support, quivered.

Jon placed both hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“No,” you shouted. This caused Jon to jump slightly, giving you a moment to back away from him. “I-I can’t think! I can’t-I can’t concentrate! I can’t-I need-I-Hurts! Jon, it hurts! My head-My head, feels like it’s ex-exploding! I don’t care how quiet you and everyone else talks, it’s like you’re each screaming in my ears!!” By now, tears were freely falling and you had drawn a crowd.

You backed away until your back hit a wall. The fire in your veins was back and getting worse with each breath you took. “Make it...STOP!” The temperature in the room dropped and you could only watch as each of your increased breaths cooled the room even more. “What’s happening to me,” your voice cracked, as did the mirror on your wall from the amount of ice piled on it.

Damian was in front of you, placing one hand on your knee and the other on your cheek. “Beloved, you need to calm down. I will help you figure it out, but I need you to calm down...you’re scaring me.” The fact that Damian Wayne admitted that he was scared was enough to get your attention. You stared directly at him, nodding slightly.

“Damian, I’m scared. Everything hurts. I can’t think-I can’t-I can’t focus...Veins on fire.” You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. You let out a scream intentionally and stood abruptly. “Injection. Lex,” you closed your eyes, trying to bring the words to your lips, “injected me with something.” You could tell your body was shaking but you couldn’t focus on it. Get it together, Kent. “Black was-Black-in my head. Changed things. Put things in.”

The different heart beats in the room were going at different speeds. It created an unsteady thrum that you couldn’t help but focus on. “What kind of things did he change,” Conner asked as quietly as he could, at least you thought he was trying for your benefit to be quiet.

You still winced at his voice, slowly sitting on the edge of your bed. “Thoughts. Feelings. All fucked up.” You put your face in your hands, trying to scrub away the tears that had fallen. “My fault. All my fault. Stupid. Idiot,” you mumbled. “Feels like-like mind’s splitting in two.”

“That’s probably an accurate description. You didn’t fully complete Lex’s plan before we interrupted. From what Conner and Jon heard, you were either supposed to be dead or under their control. Black was probably implanting memories and changing your beliefs and didn’t get to finish. Your core beliefs are fighting what he changed making your mind fight itself. As for what he injected you with, I’m running that through my systems to figure out what it was. Alfred and Stephanie are tracking down the exact components of it to see if we can create something to counteract it.” Bruce slowly stepped forward. “You just need to hold on. Clark’s almost back to Earth. We’re going to figure this out.”

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You’d finally passed out around five a.m. Looking at the clock, it didn’t seem worth it. Six fifteen a.m. You went through your morning routine on autopilot. You felt numb. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wincing at your battered body. You couldn’t feel it, but it sure as hell look like it hurts. Now that you think about it, you should be more worried that you couldn’t feel anything. You were battered enough that your makeup didn’t even cover the bruising.

You rolled your eyes and walked out of your room and to the kitchen. You were slightly surprised to see almost everyone sitting around the living area/kitchen. You hadn’t heard them moving around. You grabbed a plate and grabbed portions of eggs and grits. You decided to take it back to your room as all of the convenient seats were taken.

Before you could walk back to your room, a hand landed on your shoulder and turned you around. You cocked your head, why didn’t he just call for you? Dick’s mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear his voice. The confusion must have shown on your face as Damian and your brothers approached. As much as you wanted to figure out what was wrong with your hearing, you couldn’t help but not care about it. You handed Dick your plate and turned around, locking the door behind you.

You finished your morning routine and deciding on a hat for today so that you could hide some of your bruised face. You had to get to work. You had an article due today after all. As you approved your look in the mirror, you walked out the door of your room. You gave the usual parting words to Grayson as you neared the front door, “don’t do anything stupid that I have to save your ass from today, Grayson.”

You had just made it out the door when there was another hand gripping your shoulder. You huffed and jerked out of their hold to come face to face with your father. His mouth moved and you barely made out the words ‘you’re hurt. You need to rest and heal.’ You shook your head and backed away from him.

“Article due today. Gotta finish it. I feel fine,” the truth was you didn’t feel anything at all. His arm moved quickly to grip you again, but you jerked back again, glaring at your father. “Don’t make me do something I’ll regret later, Daddy.”

Jon was on your right side and Conner on your left. Both their mouths were moving, but you couldn’t concentrate on one of them to figure out what they were saying. You started to walk away from them again. You didn’t hesitate to fight against the next hand that grabbed you. You swung the arm over you, disorienting your brother before popping his shoulder out of its socket and shoving him hard enough into the wall to leave a Jon sized print.

You didn’t bother to stop to apologize, just continued to your car. This time no one stopped you.

(Third Person POV)

Damian wasn’t sure what was going on with you. It scared him. The previous day when he couldn’t figure out how to comfort you and make the pain go away, he felt like a complete failure. He’d finally been able to get you to go to sleep around five and had promptly found his father and the others in the living area to figure out what to do to help you.

About an hour later, you walked out of the room like you were back to your old self. Like nothing had happened the previous day. Dick excused himself from the conversation as you reappeared with a plate of food, heading for your room. “(Y/N)! What are you doing up? I would think you’d be resting.” She didn’t respond. “(Y/N)?”

He placed a hand on your shoulder and you turned around, cocking your head in question. “Are you alright? How are you feeling this morning? (Y/N), can you understand me?” Each question was followed with her brow furrowing. Damian, Conner, and Jon approached you while Dick held your attention.

By the time Damian had an idea of what was wrong, you were already back in your room. He tried the door, but it was locked. He thought of picking the lock, but maybe you just needed some time to yourself.

When you came walking through the room again, this time looking like you were going out, Damian was out of his seat quicker than any of the others. “(Y/N), where are you going? You should be resting.” It didn’t seem as if you’d heard him.

“Don’t do anything stupid that I have to save your ass from today, Grayson,” you called as you grabbed your keys and proceeded out the door.

Clark was right behind you, gripping your shoulder. “I think there’s something wrong with your hearing, Sweetheart.” You turned in his grip, shrugging out of it. “You’re hurt. You need to rest and heal.”

Damian watched as your face hardened and you glared at your father. He had never seen you act this way around Clark Kent. You adored him. Sure, there were times when you argued with your father about missions, but he had never seen this pure hatred that crossed across your face. “Article due today. Gotta finish it. I feel fine.” Your voice was a little loud which supports the theory that your hearing could be shot from the previous day.

He watched as you jerked away from your father’s grip again. If you had been an animal, he could imagine your hackles rising and you growling to ward off a predator or unwanted visitor. “Don’t make me do something I’ll regret later, Daddy,” you practically spat the last word. By this time, Jon and Conner had closed in on both sides, making a narrow opening for your to walk through.

“(Y/N), Sis, this isn’t you. I think it’s best that we keep you here for today. Let us help you,” Jon held his hands out complacently.

“(Y/N/N), please. We don’t want to hurt you anymore than you already have been. Let’s go back inside,” Conner tried.

He watched as you walked away from them. “Jon, don’t-” Damian tried to call out as he saw Jon reach for you. Your demeanor suggested that another attempt to stop you would end up with one of your family hurt. You tossed him like a rag doll, dislocating his shoulder and pushing him hard enough in the wall to leave an imprint. Jon called out in pain as you walked away. Something was very wrong...and Damian was going to figure it out.

D.C. Loves

@jadedhillon @marvelite1998

Bats

@lettucewayne

Dickiebirds

@jadedhillon @actiongirl2005

Forever Tags

@miraclesoflove

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sugacherry · 5 years ago

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BTS TAG:

Oh jeez look at me doing this almost two months later cause I’m the worst at checking my notifications TT

I was tagged by @how-lovely-ya-are i’m so sorry it took me a thousand years! Thank you for tagging me! I hope you’re doing well!

When did you first get into BTS?

I think sometime in Spring 2014? It’s been a while lmao

Why or/and how did you get into BTS:

My best friend at the time was trying to get me into kpop. She had already successfully gotten me into B1A4, but she wanted me to also get into BTS since they were a newer band and she really liked them. She had me watch the one variety show where the boys were doing some kind of elevator prank thing? Each one got into an elevator individually and then a crying woman would join them idk lol. Taehyung won my heart over and now here we are.

First BTS song:

No More Dream

Favorite BTS song:

Spring Day! I actually have the carousel from the MV tattooed on my wrist

First official comeback:

Dark & Wild

Favorite era:

Oh hands down the Most Beautiful Moment in Life era. I Need You, Run, and Save Me? Iconic! Although Blood, Sweat, and Tears is a close second because Boy Meets Evil???? Yes. Blood, Sweat, and Tears MV? Had me shook when it dropped.

Bias: Yoongi

Bias wrecker(s):

The other six dorks we all love (Hoseok was first though then Jungkook but Tae was my first bias in BTS so he’s in there, too).

First BTS concert:

April 1 and April 2, 2017!

Me, my cousin, my friend, my aunt, and my uncle all traveled to Cali for the shows. We had tickets for both days. The first day we were in nose bleed seats, but the second day we had pit seats. I cried when Yoon performed First Love and also got sprayed with his water bottle during Cypher Pt. 4. It felt unreal. What a weekend!

Do you own any merch:

I own three albums, a light stick, three Shookys and two Mangs.

What member would you say you are most like?

I’m a lot like Yoongi and I think that’s why I find such comfort in him.

Favorite BTS lyrics:

"The morning will come again/no darkness, no season is eternal”

Favorite Music video:

Spring Day, I Need You, and Save Me

1 thing you love about bts:

I love them because they make me reflect on who I am and who I want to be. Through them, I have found so much comfort and silent encouragement to go forward and live my life for me. They also remind me that, even though it may be dark and scary right now, the sun will always rise again.

And to finish off wholesomely, do you have a favorite bts group photo, if so share it here (if not, what is your fav concept photoshoot and share picture:

I’m tagging: @softesthobi @thedandelionfieldsx

#tagged #again so so sorry I'm the worst!#i do love doing these tag games i promise

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liu-lang · 5 years ago

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Day 25 - I had 木耳 for sahur this morning. I had a headache in the afternoon which I think happened bc I worked through lunch. We have our operating budget meeting tmrw and I had to update pivot tables in excel and finish some flowcharts in Visio. I just finished half my java homework and am drinking chamomile tea to go with my Benadryl pill.

Saturday night I could not sleep until 02h. I still woke up for sahur then finally fell asleep and didn’t wake up until 09h. My mum wanted to FaceTime again with my little sister and I. The first thing she said to me when she saw me was to ask about my face 😔 ...she’s always reprimanding me tt since I’m fairer than my siblings, if I have acne scars on my face, they will be more noticeable. And seeing tt I had one hormonal pimple per cycle the last 3 months, I do have residual scarring. Every time she says things like this I think about the painting “The Redemption of Ham" by Modesto Brocos. She never makes comments like this to my 2 sisters since they are darker than I am. I know my mum says stuff like this bc of her own childhood and experience of being brown... it just really sucks tt ...she sees me as a product of her hypergamy and fixates on skin colour of all things rather than ask about my life. It makes me feel very one-dimensional in her eyes.

Then on Sunday I had a bad dream tt my boyfriend matched with someone on hinge and started to cheat on me with this person. The odd thing is tt I watched the new JBU video of Allison’s engagement and in it her fiancé mentions matching on hinge - tt’s how they met. Ofc my brain has to take a happy ending and turn it into processing subconscious, irrational fears of infidelity. In the video they talk about how Jake told her he was gonna propose bc this is something she wants & tt clear communication and assurance of it happening was helpful for her. And I always tell my boyfriend like the opposite version ? Like if he were to propose with a ring my immediate reaction would be “we have to break up” - likely combo of fear / discomfort of commitment / feeling trapped and my parents’ unhappy marriages and how I needed 1 year of therapy to work up to attending my twin’s wedding (not bc of my twin but bc of my mum).

Anyway I want to end of a positive note. This is the last week of Ramadan. Harry and Jasper came to visit and were waiting for me when I came home from work today.

#personal

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tae-iliee · 6 years ago

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V I D E O C A L L ; b.sk

synopsis:

in which you gave him a call in a cab home after a long and horrible day

⠀

“did i wake you up?”

he hummed a little, a soft no echoed through your earphones before the sound of rustling was heard.

“you sure? it’s two in the morning and you’re not asleep?”

you frowned after calculating the time difference between korea and your country.

“we just finished a couple of practice so we’re taking a break now. you okay?”

he shifted his phone to his other ear, clearly sensing something was bothering you.

“yeah...just the usual, you know? tired and kind of drained.”

you replied with a sigh, your eyes fluttering closed at the memory of all the unfortunate incidents and bad decisions you’ve made the whole day.

seungkwan, knowing how busy and stressed you’ve been lately, decided to use this rare long break they're having to cheer you up. or perhaps, make sure you sleep with a smile on your face since he hates knowing you’re unhappy and he couldn’t be there for you.

“are you asleep? why aren’t you accepting my request?”

he’s sudden voice had you snap your eyes open and picked your phone up, a warm smile making it’s way up to your lips.

as your finger tapped on the accept button, the cab came to a slow stop on a red traffic.

though your eyes met a somewhat sweaty yet still charming seungkwan, he, on the other hand, was so not prepared when his eyes fell onto your stunning profile—you who was splashed with a mix of red and orange hue from both the traffic and street lights, illuminating a warm glow on your face, especially when you naturally break into a smile at the sight of your lovely boyfriend.

“boo? you okay? you’ve been quiet ever since i accepted your video call”

“that’s because he missed you so much, he can’t help admiring you!”

that’s when he finally snapped out of it, his cheeks burning in embarrassment when he shouted at dino for being rude, though that was the truth. he was indeed missing you, even more so today when their tour starts tomorrow. and when he saw your name popped up on his phone, he immediately shot up from the couch he was lazing on.

you could hear the others laughing in the background, and somehow just by listening to their laughter, it made you ease into your seat more comfortably.

“i miss you noona! please visit us soon!”

dino’s face popped into the screen, and the blurry background probably told you that he stoled seungkwan’s phone and was probably running away.

your laughter brought smiles to their tired faces, and your reply had them feeling much better as compared to before.

“am i on speaker? i am right? well, i miss you guys too! good luck for tomorrow and make sure to have fun, though please take care as well!”

you waved at almost all the guys that could fit into the screen, and they waved back, some giving you a thumbs up and wished you a goodnight before the phone was taken away.

“okay that’s enough,” seungkwan huffed, but you could still see the guys on your screen, “see this beautiful and amazing woman you lots just spoke to?” his finger was directed to you but because he was behind his phone, you couldn’t see him.

“she’s mine, so please say ‘thank you boo seungkwan for gracing us with her presence’” he muttered with all seriousness. there was a solid minute of silence before you could see jihoon taking his slipper from his feet and seungcheol reaching for a pillow, and you blurted at the same time he caught sight of what you saw.

“you better run boo”, and boy he did, even racing up a few flights of steps just to get to a quieter place while seungcheol’s ‘if you have the energy to run, i think you haven’t practiced enough right, boo seungkwan?’, echoed faintly at the back.

“feeling better?” he asked, still catching his breath as he combed his blonde locks back, causing your cheeks to flush.

“always...” you smiled, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear while you both drink in each other’s appearance and this rare moment.

it’s funny how people assumed when the two of you got together, there will never be much silence because he loves to talk about anything and everything, and you can be quite chatty too once you warm up to others.

however, that was never the case at all. there will always be silence, be it long or short, and it tends to happen when both parties just somehow got lost in each other’s world, like cosmos in your pupils or galaxies in his faint dimples.

⠀

“you know, i haven’t got a chance to say this because of my busy schedule but, really, i’m so proud of you. from the day we met to the day we got together, i’ve seen your struggles and your insecurities, i’ve seen your bad habits and all the negativity you tried to hide from me. yet, despite all that, you still let me in and you still love me just as much as i wish you’d love yourself.”

“i know i can’t always be there for you right by your side no matter how much i really want to, like today, just know that if my voice could make you smile, if my silliness could make you laugh, i’ll sing as much as you want and i’ll be as silly as i can just so i could make your day a little brighter.”

“and i would—“

before he could finish his endless words of love to you, you could hear their leader’s voice telling him that they’re going to start soon, and the little flash of disappointment was not gone unnoticed by you.

“thank you boo, for always putting a smile on my face even though you must be tired yourself. for being so sweet and so endearing, i can’t help getting my breath taken away by you all the time my love.”

and he chuckled, his lips smiling so wide that his eyes almost disappeared.

“see you soon boo! and be careful tomorrow, all right? make sure you have enough rest, and the guys too! don’t stay up too late, and don’t—“

⠀

“i love you too y/n!”

he interrupted cheerily, waving his hand goodbye before turning it into a finger heart and ending the call.

you watched the screen go black with widening eyes, and was about to text him back that you didn’t get to say you love him too when his message popped up.

⠀

i’m so sorry y/n dear (TT^TT) !! seungcheol-hyung was marching up the stairs so i need to be quick or he’ll confiscate my phone !! but i know you love me too hehe~ sleep early tonight and see you soon ♡♡♡

#boo seungkwan #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenerio #seventeen fanfic #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan scenerio #seungkwan fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #seungkwan au

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wonwoosthetic · 7 years ago

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“Are We Falling Out Of Love?” || Jake Gyllenhaal

MASTERLIST WHO I WRITE FOR

Wuhuu guess who’s back after soooo long, omg have I missed writing! I’m really sorry for being so inactive, but the flu got me really bad. I missed writing so much!

Anyways, I’m back with another request by @sweeet-temptationn about our beloved Jake :)! Also, I think that I’ve made it a bit more dramatic and changed it minimalistic, but I hope that's OK.

I really hope everyone enjoys it and has a lovely day!

Request: I really loved your imagine with jake tt was so cute!! i was thinking of one where he's been away doing meetings for his upcoming projects and reader misses him so much and things haven't been the same without him but then he surprises reader?

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader

Warning: nooonee

“Are We Falling Out Of Love?”

‘Falling Out Of Love’ - a term you never wished to ever come across in your life, especially not in your relationship with your current boyfriend Jake. A friend had asked you about your relationship and how she hadn’t seen you together a lot, so you tried to explain to her what’s going on because with Jake doing so much press for ‘Stronger’ it was really hard to be around him as much. But all she could say was

“I’m really sorry sweetheart, but that sounds like you’re falling out of love with each other.” And she went on about how if you REALLY loved each other, you would try and fly with him all over the world and you would try to be together all the time, but that had never been yours and Jake’s relationship. Yes, of course, you tried to be by your side as much as possible, but you knew when to give each other space and had never had a problem with him being away doing meetings and press. But she was also kind of right because this time it was all different.

You don’t know what it exactly was, but Jake was being a bit distant. Were you as well?

It was quite late when you were looking through your phone and saw someone had mentioned you in a tweet saying:

“Look at him!! He’s so cute - @(Your username) you are one lucky gal :) I love you both”

And she had also linked a video which looked like a press junket Jake did and because you really missed him and his voice, you decided to just watch it.

The interview was going really well and Jake was as handsome and cute as always - polite and gentle. He got asked a lot of different questions, some about the film, of course, some about himself, random things and last but not least, you.

(I: Interviewer ; J: Jake)

I: And just really quickly for the many fans on Twitter, that asked me to ask you that question.

J: Yeah, sure.

I: Your girlfriend (Y/N) and you have been together for quite a while and -

Jake nodded his head

J: Five and a half years, yes.

I: Mh, and the fans would like to know, how you keep up with each other and about your days. Is it hard to travel around the world answering questions, while your girlfriend is at home by herself.

J: Ehm, yeah... I mean it’s not easy, of course, but we manage it really well. We call each other pretty much every day to-to tell us about our day and stuff. And I also try to bring her with me everywhere I can or when she, you know, has the time.

I: Alright and she is at home right now, right? Because I didn’t see her backstage.

J: Yeah, yeah, she’s got quite a lot to do right now, with her job and especially with this movie, we’re doing so much press, that it’s all going like really fast and you’re lucky if you have time to breath.

He ended his statement with a small laugh.

I: I can only imagine. Everyone go watch Stronger now in theatres and we’ll be right back with music from Anne-Marie and more!

You finished watching confused. He said that you called each other every day, but that was a complete and utter lie. He hasn’t called you ever since he flew off two weeks ago. You started doubting your love. Not how much you were in love with him because there was no doubt about how much you loved that man, but about your love for each other and how he felt about you. After playing back and forth with the thought of calling him, you decided to do so and just ask him ‘normal’ questions about his day and then maybe later on about what had been actually going through your mind for a long time.

Clicking the ‘Contacts’ icon and then Jake’s name on your phone touchscreen, you started to re-think your action, but you could already hear the ‘tut’ sound and only seconds later your boyfriend’s voice

“Hey (Y/N).”

Only hearing his voice already made you feel a lot better and more at ease

“Hey babe, how are you?”

“I’m alright, what’s going on? Why are you calling? Did something happen?”

You could hear the concern in his voice, which he wouldn’t have if he didn’t care about you, so this had already shown you that he DOES care.

“Ehm... no special reason. I just thought... that we-we just-we haven’t talked to each other for two weeks and I was wondering why”, you had never been a good lier, but hoped for him not to notice anything.

“You don’t sound very convincing with that. Babe, I know you and when you’re lying. What’s going on? You know you can tell me”, his voice was so gentle and sweet at that moment. The bad thing was that this smoothness made you even more nervous and you didn’t know how to start the conversation properly “I...ehm... no, I just... you know... I was wondering-not that it’s actually happening, but if it was and... you and me and-”, you cut yourself off and took a big breath

“Are we falling out of love?”

The other line got very quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time before Jake spoke again

“What?”, that was the only thing he could get out of his mouth. He was so confused and hurt and just didn’t know, what was going on.

“I know this is a really bad time and asking this over the phone is also quite bitchy or need or whatnot, but I rea-”, he cut you off

“No no no, I just-I mean-I’m confused. Why would you think that?”, the hurt in his voice was so bad, you started tearing up.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just feel like we haven’t spoken to each other and (Y/F/N) told me, that she thinks we were going to break up and it just made me think...... Do you still have feelings for me”, you asked him shaking and pretty much crying at this point while being cuddled up on the couch.

Jake, on the other hand, was just confused and hurt “Of course I still love you. I-I know that we haven’t been talking a lot and I swear I’m really sorry, but please don’t think I don’t love you. I do.”

He was so sweet and cute and all of your concern was being washed away after he said that. You started wiping your tears away with the back of your hand “OK, good-ehm-sorry again. I love you too. I guess I just needed to hear that. I miss you.”

“And I miss you, really. I’m gonna be back in a week, you think you can hold on without me, for me?”, you were pretty much able to hear the smile on his lips and started smiling a bit yourself

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage.”

“Good, well then. Sleep tight babe and don’t forget, I love you.”, he decided to end your conversation to start planning a little surprise.

“Good night, love you too”, you finished the call by clicking on the red button and put your phone on your right side on the couch.

What you didn’t know, was that Jake was on his phone booking the next possible flight to New York, back to you and planning something special, to show you his love. You asking him that, got Jake thinking ‘Was I really not a good boyfriend? Have I started neglecting her? Well, he was about to change that...

--- The Next Day - Evening ---

You opened the front door with your keys and closed it after you entered the house. Putting the keys on the small side table next to the front door and taking your shoes off, you started feeling something weird in your stomach. Not thinking anything about it, you headed upstairs to your shared bedroom to get some comfy clothes.

You had just gotten back from a really long working day. You had to stay in school a lot longer than expected because more parents than expected, had wanted to see you. Well, who said being a high school English and History teacher would be easy.

Entering the master bedroom, you started taking off your smart blouse and threw it in the hamper next to your dresser. Next were your jeans, which accompanied the blouse. You started looking for some joggers and decided to throw on one of Jake’s shirts as well. Just as you got completely dressed again, you heard footsteps downstairs and got scared. You immediately took off running downstairs, almost tripping on the stairs, and making your way into the kitchen, where you thought the noise had come from. But as you got in there, the only thing being different than in the morning, was a letter laying on one of the countertops. A chill ran down your spine, thinking about who could have been there to leave a letter.

Despite having a bad feeling about it, you picked the letter up, opened it and started reading it

“Hey sweetheart,

I’m gonna take you on a little treasure hunt to see if know us as well as you might think. We have had a lot of ups and downs, but now go there, where you are able to find me pretty much every time after having a fight.

Love, Jake”

Your heart rate started rising within seconds, you got so excited, not being able to describe it. The thought of him being here, made you want to finish this treasure hunt as quickly as possible, so you started running towards Jake’s “Man Cave”, as he liked to call it. The “Man Cave” was a room in the basement, which your boyfriends decided to turn into a fun room with a bar, a fuzzball table, a dart bort, and a lot more.

Arriving in the room, you started looking around for another letter. You were walking around when you found it next to the PlayStation. Opening it, the letter said

“First (well actually second) one done! Well done! You will find the next letter at your favourite place on the entire lot.”

You immediately knew, what he was talking about. The sitting area under the tree in your garden. It was extremely comfortable and you liked to spend your time there, grading your student’s homework and tests. Leaving the ‘Man Cave”, you also exited the house through the back door in the kitchen. It was already dark outside, but Jake lit up the little fairy lights on the tree, which made everything look extra special. You approached the sitting area, already seeing the next letter and getting more excited if that was even possible.

Obviously, you opened this one as well

“So, you know, I’m not good at big surprises, but there is one more letter to find. I know you’re getting more and more excited by the seconds passing by, but there is this one place we always go to sleep (with each other as well hehe) and spend the night to be fresh and happy in the morning”

The bedroom. Of course. You rolled your eyes at his dirty joke and went back into the house, to go upstairs again. When you got into the bedroom, you could already see the last letter laying there on the bed. ‘How was I not able to see that, when I got in here?’, was the thought going through your head. This one though looked different - it was fancier

“Ever since the first day I met you, I knew you were something else - someone special. I’m thankful for every single day that I get to spend with you and your amazing personality. I promise you to love you forever and I’m terribly sorry for every doubt and concern I ever made you have in our love. Please go back outside to the pretty fairy lights and meet me. I missed you.”

The tears had already started pouring out of your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from running downstairs, to go outside, again almost slipping again on the stairs. As you got to the back door, you were able to see Jake standing under the tree with his hands in his pocket. You couldn’t control your excitement anymore and just ran up to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around him, making him almost tip over, but he held you. He held you tight, never wanting to let you go again. You got back onto your feet but kept holding him close and burying your face into his chest, due to your height difference

“I missed you so much”, you were still crying.

He had his face nuzzled into the top of your head, plastering it with small kisses

“I missed you too, but I’m here now... There is something I have to tell you-well ask you...”

You slowly started to let go of him and both of you started looking into each other's eyes with so much passion and love, a blind person could have sensed it. He started while holding onto you by your shoulders

“I love you (Your Full Name) and I promise you, I will never let anything bad happen to you. No one will hurt you, I’m gonna make sure of that. Alright? You are the most important person in my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you”, he took a small navy blue velvet box out his pockets and started to kneel down.

Oh my gosh. This is actually happening.

“To show you my love and prove you that we’re not falling out of love, I’m asking you... will you marry me?”

There you go! I hope all of you enjoyed it and thank you for taking your time to read it.

Of course special thanks to @sweeet-temptationn for sending this request!

Have a good day/night :)

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