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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 11 months

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Blood Ties Chapter 2

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Chapter Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore

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You were doing up the buttons on your flannel when you heard Daryl grumbling behind you.

“I hate rubbers.”

You chuckled, putting your hands on the nape of your neck and pushing outward to coax your hair out of the shirt. The man had done as you asked all those weeks ago, returning to the next meetup with condoms in hand. You had left it up to him to dispose of them afterward, earning an amusing curl of his lip.

“So,” you began, plopping down on the ground, “guess what.”

Daryl zipped up his own pack and shrugged it over his shoulders, raising a brow at you with his usual expression of indifference. “We gonna start cuddlin’ after too?”

“Shut up. It’s not just every day conversation, asshole. I’m late.”

“Ya got a curfew now?” He scoffed, snatching his crossbow up off the ground to slide the strap over his right shoulder.

“No, idiot. I mean, my period is late.”

“How ya even keep up with that now?” He was still standing, fingers of his left hand tapping nervously against his hip while he chewed on the skin of his right thumb. Uncomfortable again.

“I always kept a little date book in my bag before things went to shit. Just started marking off days when we came up here. Hoping this would all end and life could go back to—well, being life.” You picked up a twig and started breaking small sections off, not really wanting to look at him. “I’m 6 days late, which is pretty odd for me.”

“I don’t need the details. D’ya need a test or somethin’?”

“I will if it doesn’t come soon, yeah.” You tossed the stick down and got to your feet, dusting off your hands on your thighs. “Probably should do it next week if it’s still not happening.”

The man was a ball of anxiety, fidgeting and shifting his weight from foot to foot. You watched him warily, waiting for him to bolt and that would be that. If you were pregnant, you’d be in it alone.

“I’ll make a run an’ see if I can find one.” He finally said after a few minutes of unnerving silence, shouldering his string of squirrels. You blinked at him, eyes as big as saucers. “What? Said we’d deal with it an’ I meant it.”

“I’ll go with you then.”

“Nah, I got it. Just bring it next week.” He sniffed, looking down at his boots as he kicked at the ground. “Ain’t no reason for ya to go out in that mess.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re being protective.”

He scoffed, scrunching his nose in a way you could almost say was adorable. “Just don’t need ya trippin’ me up.”

Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest, deciding whether or not to argue with him. It was something that involved the both of you. You’d feel horrible if something happened to him while he was trying to take care of it alone. And you’d never know. He’d just never show up again, leaving you to wonder if he had simply bailed or—

“I’m going too.”

“No, ya ain’t.” He snapped while you picked up your rifle and the three rabbits you’d bagged. You started walking, leaving him trailing behind you with his stomping feet and flared nostrils. “Ya ain’t goin’!”

“You gonna stop me?” You asked, not missing a step. You heard him pause before his boots moved faster to catch back up with you. “I’m a big girl, Dixon. I can handle myself.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

You only encountered two geeks at the base of the mountain. Daryl took out one with a bolt between the eyes while you handled the other with your hunting knife. His scowl was thoroughly in place by the time you were cleaning the dark blood from the blade with the bottom of your shirt. He didn’t say a word but he didn’t have to. You knew it was because you had to get close to the corpse to kill it. You couldn’t risk firing your gun when so many others could close by.

The two of you were crouched in the bushes, the pharmacy across the street in the little town in clear view. Three geeks shuffled aimlessly in different directions, making it difficult to find a way straight through.

“Maybe one of us could distract them?” You suggested. “I could go out over there, make some noise and draw them off while you go inside.” You looked over to find him staring at you like you’d sprouted a second head. “What?”

“You’re the one that knows whatcha need in there. I’ll handle the geeks.”

You really couldn’t argue with that. There were so many different tests for pregnancy, ovulation, and other things, Daryl would probably bring out the entire shelf and still not have what you needed. With a nod, you watched him make his way down the ditch, staying low. His eyes met yours briefly and, with a jerky nod, he left the cover of the foliage and whistled, waving his arms.

You waited for an opening, nearly leaping out before two more corpses stumbled from the alley next to the pharmacy. “Fuck.” Daryl was going to be sorely outnumbered. Something in your gut twisted, the strong urge to stay and help the redneck, ensure he was safe, before you entered the pharmacy. He’d have your head if you dared. With another curse, you left your hiding place and dashed across the street, your steps that of a hunter—swift and silent.

The pharmacy was blessedly clear, a few geeks sprawled out between aisles, clean holes in their skulls. Daryl had been there before. “So, this is where you got the condoms. You reckless son of a bitch.” You smirked, the knowledge that fucking you was enough fun to have him scurrying down the mountain for the means to continue.

You grabbed two of each kind of test, deeming labels and specifications unnecessary when Daryl was outside fighting the undead to keep them off your back. The boxes were quickly shoved into your bag, and you were creeping back toward the door. Just as your hand touched the glass, a geek stumbled by. You quickly ducked and moved to the side, peeking around the magazine stand to ensure it had passed before you pushed the door open.

There were at least 7 of them on the far end of the street, walking toward nothing you could see. Where was Daryl? You barely lifted a foot to step off the curb when an arm snaked around your waist and a hand clamped down over your mouth.

“S’me. S’just me.” Daryl whispered against your ear. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you forced his hand away from your face and spun around to give him a shove.

“You scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.

“Got whatcha need?” He was already ushering you toward the trees across the street. You gave a sharp nod and ducked into the bushes, finally releasing a breath when you could look back and no longer see any trace of the town.

“Well, that was fun.”

Daryl snorted beside you, adjusting the strap of his crossbow on his shoulder. Once your heart rate slowed, you were able to settle back into your appreciation for the forest. So far, the turn had been unable to strip that away from you. The wildlife continued to flourish, seeing no difference between the dead and the living. Plants would grow. Flowers would bloom. Seasons would change.

In some ways, life would go on.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You turned to find Daryl facing away from you. With a quick look around, you realized how long the two of you had really been walking. It was time to part ways. “Oh. Right. Heading back now?”

“Nah. Gonna see if I can bag a deer. So, ‘nother day or two.” He was gnawing at his thumb again.

“Right. Well. Three days, midday?” He nodded his agreement, those blue eyes of his flitting to your pack and back to you. You smiled through a strange feeling, pushing it down as he started to walk away. “See you then.”

“See ya.”

“Hey, daddy.” You smiled, finding your father sitting by the small fire when you parted the last bit of foliage to enter the camp.

“Peanut, you’re back late. I was gettin’ worried!” He shifted in his wheelchair to sit straighter, smile wide and arms open. You leaned in for his offered hug, holding up the rabbits when you separated.

“Got some meat for tomorrow.” You smiled for only a moment before looking around for the rest of your family. “Did they seriously leave you out here alone?”

“I’m fine, darlin’. Told ‘em to go on to bed and that I’d rather wait up for you.”

You gave him a pointed look, laying the rabbits aside to prep later. “Well, I’m here now. You should get some sleep.”

“It’s early yet. Tell me how it was out there.”

You sat down in one of the fold-out chairs, toeing at the rocks surrounding the small fire. “It’s quiet. It’s always quiet.”

“You see any of ‘em?” He asked, a hint of concern in his tone. You shook your head. “I worry about you going out all alone.”

“I can handle myself, daddy.”

“I know you can, peanut. I just—wish you didn’t have to. It’s a parent’s job to worry about their kids, you know.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re gonna give yourself gray hair with all the worrying. Oh shit, I think I see some from all the way over here!” You laughed with him for a while longer before the fire burned out and the camp was dark.

You bolted upright in your sleeping bag, still groggy and not really remembering why it was you were awake in the first place. Rubbing your eyes, you sat there for a moment before deeming it time to get the day started. The sun was barely up but your uncles were already stirring if the sounds outside the tent were anything to go by. Your aunt had taken watch several hours earlier so she’d probably be sleeping now.

Scratching at your scalp with a yawn, you glanced over at your open pack, the top corner of a box peeking out from beneath your jacket. You sighed, knowing you would need to take the test. You still hadn’t bled and you’d be meeting Daryl the next day. You groaned and grabbed your clothes, slipping on everything haphazardly while your uncles banged and clanged on everything they possibly could outside. Shrugging on your jacket, you unzipped the tent.

“Jesus, some of us are still half asleep! Uncle James, could you put on some coffee for daddy before—”

Just as you began to crawl from your tent, a geek came barging in, teeth clicking and rotting fingers grabbing. You screamed and scrambled backwards, kicking at the corpse while your hand searched blindly for your knife. Another clumsily shoved its way inside, pinning one of your legs and leaving you just far enough from your weapon that your fingertips brushed the handle.

Somewhere outside, your father was screaming.

Chapter 3

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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the piercer!johnnie fic made me think about a tattoo artist!reader x johnnie

Hello Kitty Tattoo

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Summary: In which you give Johnnie a surprise tattoo for a video<3

Pairing: Johnnie x tattoo artist!feminine reader

Warnings: Tattooing (?is that a warning?)

Word Count: 776

A/N: Thank you for the request!

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“Hey guys!” Johnnie smiled, waving to the camera. “So, today I’m gonna get a new tattoo. Shocker,” he fake gasped. “Only this one is going to come from my lovely girlfriend.”

You smiled and waved to the camera as Johnnie kissed your cheek. You were rather shy, seeing as how this was the first ever video you were filming with Johnnie. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Johnnie’s girlfriend…and I’m also a tattoo artist.” You whispered quietly, but with a smile.

You weren’t used to talking to a camera, which made your voice shake a bit and your cheeks flush. Johnnie kissed your cheek again, whispering words of encouragement. He knew whatever he didn’t want in the video, he could edit out. All that mattered to him right now was that you were comfortable. After all, this was his video and his career, despite your protests that you were okay with everything.

“So before I get my tattoo, you guys are probably wondering how Y/N and I met since it’s her big reveal!” Johnnie became more animated as he talked about you. “Jake dared me to try a new tattoo shop while we were in Santa Monica and Y/N was the best in the area.”

You blushed over his words, but made finger guns back at your boyfriend. “You know it.”

“The rest is history,” he chuckled, doing jazz hands. “But now, let’s get into the actual point of today’s video. Y/N is going to give me a tattoo of her choice. I don’t know if I should be excited or afraid.” Johnnie laughed.

He panned his vlogging camera around your private room in the tattoo studio you owned with your best friend. It was the complete opposite of a typical tattoo parlor’s aesthetic, decorated with pink, Hello Kitty, and Marie from the Aristocats.

“Johnnie,” You smiled, a devious look on your face as you waved to the camera. “I think you need a Hello Kitty tattoo.”

Your boyfriend panned the camera back to his face, making a loud squeal. “I’m being tortured by the Hello Kitty girl.” he said in one of his silly voices.

“Sit down.” You playfully groaned, rolling your eyes.

Johnnie sat on the tattoo bench, patiently waiting for you to design and decide where his tattoo should go. It didn’t take you long to write up a beautiful sketch; you’d been thinking about this tattoo idea for Johnnie for weeks, simply because it was a perfect combination of you both. You hadn’t known how to bring it up, though, until Johnnie proposed you tattooing him for a video.

“Done!” You cheered. “Lift your shirt.” You instructed, smirking at the camera.

“I’m scared, guys.” Johnnie told his vlog.

You expertly placed the stencil on Johnnie’s hip, instructing him to close his eyes so he couldn’t peek. You prepared all the supplies you would need, planning on giving your boyfriend a fine line tattoo, which was much different than his usual style.

“Alright, I’m putting the camera on the tripod now so Johnnie can’t peek and I’m going to blindfold him.” You were slowly getting more comfortable talking to the camera, which Johnnie would make for a chaotic video now and even more in the future.

You set everything up, blindfolding Johnnie and making sure to clean the space and put on fresh latex gloves before speaking. “Are you ready?” You asked your boyfriend, firing up your machine.

He nodded quietly and giggled, mentioning something about ‘don’t draw a Barbie on me’. You began to work on the tattoo, speaking every now and then between you two, but mostly staying quiet so you could concentrate. It didn’t take you as long as you thought it would; only about two and a half hours in total with water and bathroom breaks.

“Alright guys,” You panned the camera to the tattoo bed where Johnnie was still blindfolded and giggling. “Are you guys ready to see Johnnie’s new tattoo?”

“Yes!” Johnnie groaned. “Show me!”

You quickly wiped the new ink off, before removing Johnnie’s blindfold and smiling proudly as he glanced at your work. It was a Hello Kitty tattoo, but she was holding an electric guitar, mid head bang with dark eyeliner rimming her eyes and a skull bow.

“I love it,” Johnnie laughed, kissing you deeply. “It’s perfect. The perfect combination of us.”

“I’ve wanted you to get that tattoo for weeks. I was just waiting for the right time.” You smirked.

And as you and Johnnie said goodbye to the video, you couldn’t help but to ask one of your artist friends to do the same design on your own hip.

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currentlyfckingurmom · 1 year

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Undercover

Angela Lopez x female reader (The Rookie)

“Officer Y/L/N,” Sergeant Grey calls, “Detectives Lopez and Harper want to see you.”

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. “Yes, sir.”

You make your way to the detectives’ desks, swallowing your nerves at the sight of Lopez before standing at attention. “Morning, detectives. Sergeant Grey said you wanted to see me?”

“Morning, Y/L/N,” Harper greets. “We’ve got a case. We could use your skill set.”

“My skill set? What exactly do I have to offer that you don’t, ma’am? Hard to believe you need a patrol officer’s help. Big case?”

“Don’t undermine yourself, Y/L/N. You’re smart. You’ve got good instincts. And you know this case inside and out,” Lopez cuts in. You swallow thickly at her praise, forcing the blush off of your face.

“The Tijuana Cartel?” You guess.

Lopez confirms it. “We’ve got an in. You and I are going undercover,” she smirks.

You nod, forcing yourself into business mode. “When are we doing this?”

“Tomorrow night. Which means we have today to prepare you.”

“This isn’t my first undercover op, Detective Lopez.”

“I know. We wouldn’t risk the case if we didn’t have faith in your abilities.”

You nod firmly. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“You’ve earned it,” Harper assures. There’s a glint in her eyes that rouses a curiosity in you. She knows something.

You pull a chair up to their desks and review the case with the detectives. Several hours are spent delving into cover stories and planning before it’s time for a break. As Lopez and Harper bicker over what to get for lunch, you let your eyes trail over to Detective Lopez. Her eyes shine as she smiles at Harper, arguing that they get burritos way too often. Dark hair frames her face as she arches a brow at Harper’s claim that they hadn’t gotten burritos all week.

“What do you think, Y/L/N?” Harper asks.

“Huh? Oh, uh—I, yeah, I’m fine with whatever.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harper says with a vaguely accusatory look as Lopez shoots you a lopsided smirk.

“Y/L/N and I will go pick up the tacos,” Lopez says, motioning for you to follow her. You scramble out of your seat after staring for a moment too long, ignoring Harper’s laughter behind you.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. After last time…I can’t mess this up. Diaz needs to go away,” you mumble, remembering the barrel of his gun against your temple the last time you saw him.

“He won’t be there. Don’t worry. We’ll get him. If this op goes as planned, we’ll have enough to issue a warrant for his arrest.”

“Thank you, Detective Lopez.”

“You can call me Angela. We’ll be working together pretty closely the next couple of days.”

“Right, of course. In that case, call me Y/N.” Your eyes meet hers across the center console and your stomach flutters. You do your best to ignore it.

You nervously adjust the black blazer that rests over a lace corset top and black pants. As silly as it is, you’re almost nervous for Lopez to see you in something other than your uniform.

A knock on the door jars you from your thoughts. You open the door and smile in greeting before the grin drops entirely off your face.

Angela stands there in a long sparkly black dress. A deep V-neck and long leg slit leaves little to the imagination. Your eyes get stuck at the top of the slit where the beginnings of her hip are exposed.

She clears her throat and your eyes dart up to hers, finding an amused smirk on her face.

“You clean up alright, Y/L/N. Ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m ready. You ready?”

“Always. Come on. We’ve got a party to attend.”

The two of you were undercover as girlfriends—not that anyone would even notice you at this huge party. Lights flashed and music pounded. A couple was having sex in one corner and a group of guys were playing poker in another.

You kept your arm wrapped securely around Angela’s waist—for the sake of your cover, of course. Her hand came to rest on an exposed sliver of skin on your stomach as the two of you stood near the bar. To anyone else, you looked like a drunken couple lost in their own world. But in reality, it was the perfect vantage point to keep an eye out.

Angela’s fingers pressed firmly into your stomach to get your attention. “There. Carlos. Diaz’s right hand man. Let’s go.”

Quietly, the two of you make your way across the dance floor—getting shoved against each other several times—and make your way down the hallway that Carlos disappeared into. The two of you stop outside the door he went into, leaning against the wood to hear what he was saying.

“Next week’s meeting is crucial. We can’t fuck this up. Anyone strays from the plan and Diaz will gut you like a pig, got it?”

You meet Angela’s eyes as another voice speaks too quietly to make out his words.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of something before you interrupted me. And she was hot.”

Your eyes widen as Carlos’ footsteps approach the door, and you grab Angela’s hand and drag her quickly down the hall. You slow to a semi-casual stroll.

Footsteps coming from the other direction pull a cuss from your lips as you realize that you’re being boxed in.

“Shit, we should call for backup,” Angela mumbles, her eyes darting around in search of an escape. The footsteps are growing close enough to have your heart thrumming.

“Do you trust me?”

“What? Of course I do,” she answers with confusion. Swallowing your nerves, you duck your head down and bring your lips to hers, pushing her back into the wall. She doesn’t kiss back at first, but then she understands your intentions and reciprocates.

Her hands run down your sides, pulling you closer into her body. The footsteps fade to the back of your mind as you run your tongue over her bottom lip, moaning lowly when she grants access. With one hand against the wall next to her head, the other hand grabs her hip and brings it into your own. Her hand tangles in your hair as she tilts her head, finding a new angle that has the both of you moaning and pushing desperately for more.

“Who are you? You can’t be back here,” a deep, grainy voice cuts in. The two of you break the kiss but your hands remain on each other and your bodies against the wall.

“Uh, sorry, just got distracted,” you tell him with a laugh. “This dress should be illegal,” you add as your eyes rake over it.

“We just wanted some privacy. Only so much you can do before people begin to notice your hands under the table,” Angela says with a smirk. Holy fuck, I’m gonna die right here, right now, you think.

“Well you can’t be here. Get out. Now,” he grumbles.

“Of course. So sorry,” she giggles before pushing off the wall and dragging you down the hallway. You turn around and give the burly man a half-sorry shrug.

The two of you make it back to the car in silence. Adrenaline lights your bodies aflame and arousal has your hearts beating rapidly. Once seated in the car, the air turns thick and awkward.

“Um, I’m sorry if I crossed a line back there. I understand if you need to write me up, or–”

“Stop right there. It was good thinking. If we had been made, we might not be alive right now. Nobody’s being written up,” she promises. “Plus, it was a pretty good kiss,” she adds with a smirk.

“Just pretty good?” You laugh.

“Yeah, not half bad.” Her eyes dart down to your lips and your stomach tightens.

“Is it bad that I want to kiss you again?” You whisper.

“Yes. Definitely. But I think you should do it anyway,” she urges you.

Without hesitation, you lean in and meet her lips once more, sucking her plump bottom lip between yours and drawing a moan from her throat. Her tongue slips into her mouth as your hands roam desperately over her body that's separated from yours by the center console. Her hand dips beneath your blazer, toying with your waistband as her thumb slips beneath it. Her hand moves to the button of your slacks.

“Can I?” she breathes.

You nod, whispering “please” before a knock on the window interrupts your actions. Your bodies jolt apart at a speed that you briefly think might be inhuman. When you see the face that’s smirking outside the car window, your body fills with fear. “Oh no.”

Angela opens the window and Harper leans down, smiling evilly at the two of you. “So. You two have fun? What am I saying? Of course you are. Enough fun to forget that I could hear everything over comms.”

“Nyla–” Angela starts.

“Don’t. Your little secret is safe with me. It’s about time you two stopped making heart eyes at each other and actually did something about it,” she smirks.

#angela lopez #angela lopez x reader #the rookie #detective lopez #chenford #lucy chen x reader

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absolutebl · 10 months

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This Week in BL - I'm All Over the Place, and so are the shows

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Nov 2023 Wk 5

Ongoing Series - Thai

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - The Jasmine flirting thing was so darn cute, I can’t. I love these two so much.

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 2 of 10 - Oh it’s great. Flirting. Fighting. Fate. Murder. Eventually we’ll add fucking. A trifffecta. I could do with a bit less training but whatever. And we have learned our boys are laboring under a geis. NO SINGING. Otherwise this ep was actually pretty flipping great.

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 6 of 8 - Ooo kidnapping and the sides are suffering betrayal. Also Tew kills again. I like that they don’t shy away from the fact that he’s a killer and Guy was genuinely scared. And then Tew had to break up with Guy to protect him in Noble Sacrifice (tm). How Cdrama of him. Rough ep all round.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - It’s not exactly good, but it’s better than I was expecting, and I tend to cut pulps a lot of slack out the gate. The plot is more interesting, Him is a sweetie (I like that in a seme) and our uke has both game and pluck. He’s a femme bitch, I LOVE that in a boy + we never get it femme in the lead. The acting is not great, sound all over the place, but there are no terrible sound effects, the soundtrack is okay, and our high heat came with a side of BJ + condoms, and no one has sung (yet), so I think I like it. It’s giving me Big Dragon vibes.

Linguistic moment:

Him used Him/ter for pronouns & ha. Very flirty. Nail used rao back a little bit of a challenge. (No pom and didn’t use his own name either.) Gauntlet thrown. Our baby ends up with rao/kao but I don’t think that’ll stick. Him is getting Phi out of him if it's the last thing he does.

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 2 of 6 - The characters’ shared backstory is no surprise but I do like this show. Those little private smiles as they find family. Those lingering gazes as they find romance. Lovely. Also Shin wants to marry into Peach's family so bad, I’m reminded of Laurie in Little Women. All that said, it’s never the top of my list to watch for some reason.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - How could I have forgotten how stunning Off is? Meanwhile… I love Gun’s character, he's so cute. But this show is a bit too comedic for me. I wish GMMTV were taking this script seriously. Sorry Neo et al I’m not sold on the sides. In general? I don’t love it. I don’t hate it either. In other news, I think I'll go make toast.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 14 - I love the sides and unholy amount and in general it was fine this week probably because I decided to do a trash watch.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 5 of 10 - I’m getting fatigued. Also holy random sex Batman. Where did these extra sides come from? I’m confused. Tonal pingpong going on, and not just in the shower.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 4 of 8 - Finally a direct confession Jade can’t avoid. Will things get a bit more serious?

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - I don’t know why I watch this show, the acting is great, but it just makes me cry.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 3 of 14 eps - What a bonkers thing this is. Very kinky and also just odd. I do keep thinking about the pinks with it. Similarly, there doesn’t seem much glue holding this thing together, dried cum of course but not glue. And despite what some kinksters say, the one cannot replace the other.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Fake Love ep 15 of 24 - This is a weird installment. Too stalker and random blackmail for me. But not as bad as abuse and death, I guess?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 7-8fin - Not much of a love triangle in the end (you just found out he is actually gay and broken hearted = an opportunity not a tragedy). Meanwhile I like that the high school break up was just mr insomniac's fault. He got jealous and angry and petty. No miscommunication just an asshole kid. I did find this show a little slow, even though it was your standard length KBL. Odd that. They are very cute boyfriends tho.

All in all:

Tsundere insomniac grump reunited with his sunshine jock ex (human sleeping pill) who now hates him. Basketball is also involved. While the simplicity of a reunion plot makes this more cohesive than most KBLs, it is a tad stiff and slow, never managing to lift itself out of "pretty and pretty enjoyable" - I liked it but I don’t think I’m going to remember much about it. 8/10

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - It has the feel of a one act, with such a limited cast and location, which reminds me of KBL. Still watching these two quietly fall in love and process affection through their own art forms is sweet. This is a very soft gentle show.

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) - Toki, a delinquent but pure-hearted kid falls in love with his handsome phys-ed teacher, Sahara. This is very much my trope but very manga campy, which I don’t love. I’m quite torn. Toki is an idiot but a lovable one. But do I like it?

It's Airing But...

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even dimples can motivate me to watch. You can tell me how this goes if you can find it.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off. If told it's good, I'll binge.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes, so I'm waiting to binge if told it's safe.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep 1. Waiting to be told if I should bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

In case you missed it

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) finished. Adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like) about a clerk who (nearly) dies and ends up cohabitating with an angel. I was warned that the ending would not work for me so I decided not to bother.

My Biker BL short movie from Wayu supposedly premiered Nov 27 on their YouTube Channel for Members to watch. I couldn't find anything further. The MDL description makes me think it's not for me so I bother.

Next Week Looks Like This

Short list of the December offerings.

12/9 Cherry Magic (Thai remake) YouTube 10 eps

12/9 Behind the Shadows (Korea movie) ??

12/14 Dear Kitakyushu (Thai/Japan movie) ??

12/23 Dead Friend Forever (Thai horror) iQIYI

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED). With the end of the year upon us I'll do an "announced for 2023 but never happened list" soon.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love these dudes so much, and make no mistake they def dudes. On point banter, my dudes. (Sign)

Yes they are cute but so far that's all this show has going for it. (Middleman's Love)

I'm a simple human, I just like seeing Off kneeing. (Cooking Crush)

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #A Breeze of Love reviewed #bl review #a breeze of love #korean bl #Last Twilight #Thai BL #My Dear Gangster Oppa #for him the series #gmmtv #cooking crush #offgun #off jumpol #Pit Babe the series #middleman's love #the sign the series

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Wildcats (Part XX)

XX. I want it

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your adventure in DC continues.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, mentions of domestic violence, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, implied intercourse, blueballzzzz (we are not getting any yet, sorry), WARNING, scenario were suicide was commited (implied by situation and walkers), talks about periods, A FIST/KNIFE/AX fight!, hopefully entertaining! someone being shot, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright, the mission is heating up! I’m super pumped with this story that I have been neglecting all my others, AND… I might be writing another part of “The course of Nature” because I got too inspired. ANYWAYS a thing that wasn’t even in my plans is getting more chapters then I even expected! like WHAT? I got so inspired!

“I’m really sorry”, you whispered, as you accommodated your head on Daryl’s chest. You had found refuge in an office building near the smithsonian, you were excited to see the city center tomorrow, but still, you found refuge before sunset. Rosita and Abraham were a couple of offices down, but you could still… hear them. You had eaten the food you had brought from Alexandria, still not finding anything in that category to take back home. But the office building was empty except for a couple of walkers on the first floor.

“You said that”, he said, caressing your shoulders and back softly.

“I meant it”, you whispered. You felt extremely guilty for lying to him

“I said its fine”

“I don’t want to break your trust”, you said

“Ya’ didn’”, he whispered into your temple, “I pushed ya”, he said, “I wanted to keep ya safe, lockin’ you up in there”

“I get why you did it”, you said softly, “but you had been avoiding spending time with me alone”

“I know”, he mumbled

“I thought you were regretting kissing me that day and… I wanted to go away a few days so we could have some perspective on things”

“No need no perspective”, he said with a chuckle, “I wanna be with ya”, you let out a breathy chuckle, relieved.

“Oh good! I wanna be with you too”, you said, squeezing his torso with your arms, and cuddling more into him.

“I remember all thing ya said to me”, he whispered, “that I deserve to be loved, and cared for, and that I belong with y’all”

“Good”, you said, feeling happy tears, a tingling in your nose. You pressed a kiss against his clothed chest. He placed his fingers on your chin, raising your head so he could kiss you slowly, gently, passionately.

This was going too fast, you believed, you were questioning yourself a lot, but… fuck it, the world has gone to shit, and everytime you said goodbye to someone, might be the last. Daryl wanted to be with you, you wanted to be with him, and that was all that mattered, you only had today, you couldn’t take tomorrow for granted.

You moaned softly into the kiss, as you took your hand behind his head, and caressed his soft locks.

Was this it?

He grunted into the kiss, grabbing into you tighter, his big hands touching your back, and your sides, not letting them wander to more interesting places. Your hand sneaked through the open buttons of his shirt, finding his skin so warm, it was soft, but it had ridges, scars you’d guess.

You were so warm yourself, especially in your lower abdomen. Daryl could turn you on with just looking at you, or talking, or just… standing there. It was a bit embarrassing really…

You wanted him so bad…you unbuttoned the third one of his shirt… to feel more of him.

“Wait”, he said, and you stopped in a second, you looked at him with curious eyes

“What’s wrong?”, you asked him

“Not ‘ere”, he said softly, caressing your cheek with his hand, “home”, you only smiled and kissed his cheek

“Alright”, you whispered, “sorry, I got carried away”, you admitted,

“Besides, I think Eugene is watchin”

“That little creep”, you laughed.

“Sorry”, you heard from behind the door.

“Sleep”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll watch”

“Promise you’ll wake me to relieve you?”

“Sure”, he said, you were accommodated by his side, allowing him free movement but close enough that you could feel him. You felt a bit of uncomfortable wet panties… but well… you couldn’t do anything right now.

You understood it, he wanted to be home, safe, it was a bit reckless to do it here, like… well… like Abraham and Rosita. Especially if it was going to be the first time of the two of you. It had to be special.

. . .

“We should… send someone”, murmured Rick, watching his clock

“You said 96 hours”, said Michonne, “they still have little less than 72 to go”, she giggled

“I shouldn’t have let them go, and Eugene is missing”, he said, looking at the road from the highpoint in the gates.

“He is with them for sure”, she said, she looked at Rick with a raised eyebrow, “you really underestimate her”, she asked him, entertained, “you realize she killed two men the second night we ever met her?”

“That was circunstancial”, he said, shaking his head.

“She lived alone out there for months”, Michonne said, “they will be fine, if anything, Rosita and her will keep Daryl and Abraham safe”, she said with a laugh, grabbing his shoulder, “we have bigger concerns now”, she murmured. Rick frowned.

“I never thought I’d found a huge canyon filled with walkers”, he said

“Maybe they find something good in DC”, muttered Michonne

“What? a nuclear weapon?”, mocked Rick

“Let’s wait for them”, she said, “until we figure out what to do”, she muttered.

. . .

“Wow”, you murmured, it was quite impressive, and surreal, the huge monument to Abraham Lincoln. That severe-looking man sitting there, looking down at you.

The building had been kept mostly intact, some graffiti here and there, but mostly intact.

“Let's keep moving”, you said to the team, this was an indulgence, and so far in your trip you haven’t managed to secure any of the five items. 1.Intel, 2.Medicine, 3.Weapons, 4. foods, 5.Clothes and others.

You looked like tourists as you passed by the White House, this did look like it had received some damage, as you started to see remnants of the military all over the park that led from the Lincoln Memorial to the Capitol itself.

So far the mission has been going well, but… you needed something to show for it. So you were going to the CDC, it was insanely close, at least in the map.

But you didn’t even to get out of the truck, the place was completely destroyed, it looked like it exploded

“Just like the one in Atlanta”, muttered Daryl, who was not impressed. He expected this to happen.

He had his doubts about this mission, he came along first and foremost to make sure you were safe. He thought this was a huge waste of time, he knew the probabilities of the CDC being destroyed, and he didn’t understand the importance of ridiculous papers that nothing could do for you right now. But again, something might come out of this trip.

“We went to the CDC in Atlanta”, he said, “ a couple of months after everything went to shit, there was only one guy there”, you stopped the car to listen to him. “he was done, lost comms to everybody else, said they gave up”, he mumbled, “these buildings blow themselves up when something goes wrong”. That made complete sense.

“Well, we tried”, you said, putting the truck in motion again

So you continued to the next item in your list, a huge shopping mall. You needed to get at least a couple of decent meds to make the trip worth it. Or at least some clothes… or canned goods.

You got the truck all into the parking lot underground. A couple of dozen walkers were roaming around, coming rushing to where you were driving through. Abraham got ready to jump out of the car, instead you stopped him.

“Hold on tight”, you announced, as you hit the accelerator, coming straight for them, and then you turned quickly, turning the truck around and sweeping a bunch of them. Luckily all your people were inside the truck, and you managed to incapacitate a dozen at least of the walkers.

“Badass”, muttered Rosita

“Thank you! I love driving!”, you said cheerfully, and now you jumped out of the car to end the rest, and finish off the ones who laid broken on the floor.

The underground entrance was all closed up with shopping carts, chairs and clothing department stores accessories, for the dead, it was impossible to sort out, but not for you -living people-, you climbed over pretty easily.

Clearly people had been holding up in here, so you tried to not get your hopes up, as you came across the supermarket. Some walkers grunted towards you, but only three, Daryl took one as you took another and Abraham shot the last one. The shot rang through the store, you heard some other grunts from afar, but nothing mayor.

There were some things missing in the hallways, but the canned aisle still had much to show for it, to your relief.

“Let’s go to the shopping part of the mall”, you commanded, we pass by on the way back to the truck”, you commanded.

You sneaked a peak at them, and they seemed pleased and happy, and you therefore were happy and relieved. Eugene walked a few steps back, looking at everything with doubting eyes.

You were relaxed now, you had food, somewhat assured, you were going to be great, you were going to be great…

You heard more grunts, but as you walked towards the open space of the shopping mall, the one with all the mechanical stairs, you found… what happened to all of those who had been cupped up in here. They had ended themselves by jumping off the higher floor, they were seven of them.

“Heads up”, you called, with your ax, you started pounding a metal SALE sign. It resounded everywhere, but no grunts or others could be heard near.

“Looks like we are in the clear”, muttered Abraham.

“Now it's the time to split”, you called, “Rosita, girl’s shopping trip, guys, you know what to do, we meet here in two hours”, you said.

“Yes boss”, you didn’t want to micro-manage, so you let them decide the minor details of their safety concerns, as Rosita smiled at you.

“Let’s start at the top and go down from there”, you said happily. You found the stairs and climbed swiftly to the fifth floor.

Daryl watched you leave with a frown, and then looked at Abraham and Eugene.

“Let’s start here, meet the girls in the middle”, he said

“Yes Boss”, said Abraham, entertained.

They started on the first floor, going through the different stores, not many useful things, Abraham took the time to end the walks that were smashed on the floor, and Daryl thanked him, he couldn’t stand the grunting sometimes.

They entered a clothing store, mostly fashionable things that couldn’t be too useful, but they grabbed some shirts.

Eugene begged them to stop by an electronic store, so they mounted guard as he went inside, mumbling something about radios and signals.

Just across the hall, stood a jewelry store, one of the fancy ones. Abraham walked towards it, and Daryl, thinking he was onto something, followed him.

“Ever thinkin’ about settling down?”, Abraham asked him. Looking at the rings trough the shopwindow, Daryl just looked back at him, a month ago, he would have said, fuck no, that nothing is settled, and it kept being true, everytime they thought they were doing alright something else happened… but, against all odds, he immediately thought of you

“Yeah”, he said with a soft smile. Abraham smiled at the archer

“As you should!”, he said, pointing with a finger. “That one’s a firecracker, why don’t you make an honest woman out of her, uh?”

“Is not good timin”, he whispered against the glass. It was insane, he knew you since so little ago, and yet, you had lived together so many things… you had connected in a way that was insanely different from anything he had felt before…

“I don’t know if you noticed son, but the whole damn world came crashing down on our goddam asses, when the hell is going to be a good time?”, he asked, “we make it”, he said, he broke the glass in front of him, where the most luxurious rings were. “I’m taking one for my missus”, he said gingerly.

“IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?”, you asked, pointing, Rosita followed your sight and smiled

“YES IT IS!”, A completely untouched underwear store.

“The girls are gonna love us”, you said with a big smile.

“The boys too”, she teased, as you cracked the window and managed to open the door.

You grabbed everything made of cotton or seamless, as it was the most comfortable, in all sizes so anybody could take them

“You should grab a special one for Daryl, if you know what I mean”, muttered Rosita with a wink

“I don’t think he is into this sort of thing”, you said, looking at the most… intricate pieces. “You should grab some for Abraham”, you teased back

“I already did”, she mocked back. You kept looking through the store, you took some bras too, you had spent some really uncomfortable weeks out there, especially when the wire in your bra tried to stab you in the heart, you couldn’t even trust your underwear…

“I feel like shit for even looking at this stuff”, Rosita murmured, the store also sold perfumes and creams and other objects of more of an… intimate nature, “we should be scouting for medicine or food”, she said, and you were not gonna lie, that was on your mind too.

“I’m done feeling guilty for enjoying the little things”, you said with a soft smile. “we should enjoy them while we can”, you took some candles, a body lotion for massages, and a perfume. “After all the rot, we deserve something nice”, you said. “at least, that smells nice”, you said, and she nodded grabbing some things for her too, those were going into your personal bag.

Alongside a set you liked…

Then, right across, there was a pharmacy

“See? back on track!”, you said. You raided the shit out of it. As you had grabbed a cute looking bag from the intimate store, and you filled it to the brim with medicine.

You grabbed hygiene products for the ladies.

“Grab those”, said Rosita, pointing at some tampons.

“Haven’t gotten mine since like a year”, you mumbled. referring to your monthly bloods

“Me just last week, but before that, months”, she muttered. “Well, nutrition and…well… stress has a BIG role”. she said, and you just nodded, grabbing some alcohol

You grabbed some condoms too, just in case. And you grabbed everything you could get your hands on, but you were being smart, you grabbed antibiotics, antiallergics, and all the generals.

This was a gold mine, it was so strange to find things that haven’t been raided, and you were so relieved, because your mission was becoming a success. But you didn’t want to claim victory yet.

The situation was getting heavy, so you started packing everything.

First mistake in your mission, you should have gotten another vehicle before getting all the goods. With Eugene in on it you hardly believed you could fit half of it, you will need to hijack something soon.

You kept searching through the upper levels of the mall, scavenging, in the sports store you got some good comfortable first layers of clothes. And then, in a corner of the third floor, you found a little gold mine

“Oh!”, you pointed at Rosita, a Japanese Store, which sells all types of candy and… instant ramen, “those could go a long way on runs!”, you said quickly, she nodded, they tools pace, but they were very light, so it was worth a shot.

“I’ll go check the store in front for some thick jackets”, she said with a soft smile, and you nodded, if you could find a box, you were golden.

You entered the store and you couldn’t believe it, they had your favorite flavor! roasted pork. You found a box in the back and started grabbing ramens with both hands full. Your favorite flavor, because it was rare and you were the scavenger so…

Scavenger’s choosing

You had already filled a box with them, taking them out of the shelf, when you saw movement in the corner of your eye. You turned quickly, hand in your holster.

As you did a 180 degree turn, you came face to face with a huge silhouette, a mask was hiding the identity of what you could assume was a guy. SO close, you wondered how the fuck he manage to sneak up so close to you without noticing

“Hey!”, you managed to say, you grabbed your gun in a quick movement, dropping the ramen in your other hand. It was a mere second, he moved so quickly, it was extremely odd for someone of his size. He kicked your gun out of your hand. and then he turned and slapped you across the face.

You were barely processing what was going on, you were going to grab your ax then, but he put his closed fist in front of his mouth and blew. A red dust came flying into your face. And you immediately started coughing

“Sriracha!?”, you screamed, as your eyes started burning, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”, your eyes burned like hell, preventing you from seeing how he grabbed you, and threw you against piles of boxes. You let out a short scream as you felt how bland food inside those packages turned to mush under your weight. Oh now you were angry.

The man was running towards the door of the store, in your anger, you threw yourself at him, grabbing him by what looked like a military jacket, you couldn’t quite see yet. You grabbed on what you could, like a freaking koala, as you started throwing hands in the hallway, not letting him get away.

“HEY!”, you heard Rosita scream. She ran towards you like a spitfire, she dropped to the floor in a second, sweeping him off of his feet, making drop to the floor and you with him. You managed to hold onto him to subdue him. Rosita threw herself at him, but he kicked her far, making her slide over the slippery tile floor. He grabbed you from your jacket, dropped you to the floor as easy as you were some rag doll, and then let his fist drop to your sternum, stealing all of your air.

“Motherfucker!”, you cursed.

“Come at me!”, Rosita called, and you both witnessed how this dude ninja jumped himself from the floor in a single movement, making you drop your mouth to the floor.

Rosita squared out to him, inviting him to a fist fight, you managed to regain your breath, standing from the floor behind him.

You grabbed your ax, Rosita grabbed a knife, and this guy grabbed fuckin nunchuks that were hanging from his belt

“What the fuck?”, you whispered to yourself. You triangled with him, he was with his back to the glass railing that led to the emptiness five floor down

You wanted to communicate with Rosita, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him for a second, this guy was like ninja.

Rosita attacked him first, she was a fine wielder of the hunting knife, but this guy was again, a freakin’ ninja! He managed to perform some sort of a Chuck Norris’ roundhouse kick, making Rosita lose the knife as quickly as she wielded it. Then, he pushed her so hard she broke an entire shop window of a crystal shop

You threw your ax at him, but he quickly evaded it, it flew through the air, and dropped five stories down. Why would you do that? Well, you didn’t think you were gonna miss…

He was looking at you, you were looking at him, both standing still. But you had one more weapon on you. You grabbed the knife. You were no expert in hand to hand combat, but you threw yourself at him nonetheless…

You tried to stab him, grabbing the knife like a stabber in a slasher movie, playing with it, as he blocked you one hand, you dropped the knife to grab it with your other, you almost caught him, but he was so quick, like a freaking cat.

Let’s just say, he kicked your ass.

You didn’t even want to see the bruises that were going to be left on your skin after he hit you with the nunchucks. You just felt yourself losing your footing, falling against the window railing that cracked under the pressure. An immense feeling of dread/vertigo filled you when you realized. He grabbed you by the neck, making your back bend in an incredible angle, your head on the very cliff. He wasn’t choking you, he just wanted to push you, his masked face over you. You tried to grab his neck back, but he was wearing a field military uniform, and a thick mask, you could squeeze him, and you could remove his mask either. It wasn’t even a costume or anything, it was like a black ops thing, something you’d see in a war video game.

You heard your name being called from below, you tried to see the guys down there, but you got incredibly light headed

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!”, Rosita commanded, and you did.

Then Rosita appeared behind him, breaking a freaking crystal base on his head. you felt the pieces dropping on your face and falling over. He released you, stumbling backwards. Rosita grabbed your jacket and pulled you towards her in a single movement, saving you from the cliff.

Now that this person was stumbling a bit stunned by the hit. You and Rosita threw yourself at him, full on sprinting, you pushed him, the three of you falling into the crystal shop. Glass breaking everywhere, a noise that could draw walkers from ten blocks away. the three of you stood up in the middle of the chaos, this was personal, this guy tried to throw you over a railing.

You grabbed the next big thing that you could, it was a glass sculpture of a cat, Michonne would have loved it, and you threw it at him with all your might.

He evaded it, turning towards you, grabbing you and throwing against a 4-shelf rack filled with crystal knick knacks.

You were amazed nobody was bleeding, as you destroyed every single thing in that store, throwing punches against the stranger. IT WAS HIS TURN TO END UP UNDER A SHELF, as you grabbed one that was behind him as he fought with Rosita and you threw it over him

“Where’s your gun!?”, she asked, as you could catch your breaths for a second as he tried to pull himself from under the wooden shelf.

“Somewhere in the ramen store”, you whined, you were hurting all over, but nothing was broken or bleeding, so you guessed you were fine.

You placed yourself on Rosita’s side, and both raised your fists, preparing for like… the fifth assault, as he still fought against the shelf. This man broke through the shelf like it was made of paper, and threw himself at you in a desperate attempt. He pushed you both through the showindow, falling into the hallway again. This time, the wind had been knocked out of you both, you stood up whoever you could, helping each other. But he had other plans…

He pushed past you, grabbed the box filled with roasted pork ribs ramen, and ran away so quickly that for a fraction of a second you believed you had hallucinated the whole thing.

“Pendejo!”, cursed Rosita, helping you up

“What’s that guy’s problem?”, you asked, wiping the pieces of glass off your clothes.

Abraham and Daryl appeared in the hallway, running

“Ya alright?”, asked Daryl, appearing with his crossbow up, checking the both of you, “who the hell was that!?”, he dropped his weapon, and he grabbed your chin softly, to watch your face, making you look at him, “Are ya alright?”, he whispered

“He kicked our asses”, you whined, now feeling the bruises you were NOT going to look at.

“We got some good licks in him”, said Rosita, smiling widely. You fistbump her. Now that you both had survived it, you could actually laugh about it. This wack job just wanted some ramen

“The ninja left the building”, said Eugene, appearing through the emergency stairs, he looked positively traumatized.

“Your ax almost took his head off”, said Daryl with a concerned whisper.

And it was true! It took everything you had to retrieve your ax from where it had landed, nailing itself deep on the tile and the cement underneath. This was some good ass ax.

You grabbed everything you had scavenged and gathered everything on the first floor. You had so many things now you didn't know what to do with them, especially when you got to a store that sold a lot of denim.

You scavenged all the stores in that damn mall, that you spent the night, -a very comfortable night- in the bed and mattress section in a huge departmental store.

You searched for some privacy, you tapped and shaked everything in you, and still small pieces of glass kept dropping from your person.

When you moved, you could feel them, bruises on your sides, your ribs, he got some hits in your arms… you were “lucky” it had been so close to him, he didn’t manage to get some really good punches in, not enough space to gain traction for the hits.

You grabbed some ointment from the pharmacy, placing yourself in front of a mirror.

You could barely raise your right arm, now the adrenaline had passed. Daryl appeared through the mirror, behind you

“Let me help you”, he said softly. you nodded. You didn’t had the energy to concern yourself with small things, you just stripped from your jacket and your shirt, leaving yourself only in a sports bra.

He hissed when he saw them, you did too.

“Bastard got you good”, he whispered, you hissed when the cool ointment couched the skin of your side, but he was gentle and kind, an amazing feat with those big hands of his. “are you sure ya alright?”, he whispered. You barely nodded

“Yes, we got off easy, that dude was like a freakin’ ninja”, you whined.

“Dude attacked you both for some ramen?”, he asked, almost chuckling

“I can relate”, you said with a chuckle, “after all I fought him off for those, they are really good”, you laughed, he chuckled. being done with applying the soothing cream, he dropped a kiss to your naked shoulder, you turned around to meet him. looking at his beautiful eyes. “Thank you”

“You’r surreal”, he whispered with a soft smile. You felt your cheek heated, your vision got a bit blurry with happy tears and you laughed nervously

“I’m very real Daryl Dixon”, you said, a bit embarrassed. He kissed you softly, considering you had just gotten the beatin’ of your life.

You slept cuddled in the bed next to the rest of the group, so no funny business, but it was sweet, as you felt him next to you, as he couldn’t touch you much due to your bruises.

And in the morning, you hit the hardware store.

“Is that transparent tarp?”, you asked Abraham, he looked at it, checking it

“Yep, thick and uncut”, he said, winking at you. You chuckled.

“I want it”, you said, “I saw Reg’s plans for a greenhouse, and that’s how we do it”. You should have made a list, because you were grabbing things randomly.

“Yes ma’am”, he said.

“Found a siphon, to get gas out of cars!”, said Rosita from two aisled over

“We’ll take it!”, Daryla actually found arrows for his crossbow.

“How are we going to take all these things?”, asked Rosita, as you had gathered a good pile of things you needed.

“Good question”, you mumbled

“I can go out there”, mumbled Daryl, “get a car”

“Not alone”, you said quickly, looking at him, he nodded. “we gather all the things, go for a vehicle outside later”

And that’s what you did.

It was already midday on the third day. Being inside the mall made you forget about the outside for a while, but the sun was shining and you felt optimistic. You were not concerned for the military ninja, you were five, or at least, four fighting bodes and he was one, so you decided to just let him go, it was better if you never saw him again

That ramen-stealing bastard.

You stepped onto the streets, they were still pretty clear but with a bunch of trash in it, weird, as it was the only one, the others were pretty cleared….

You were near Constitution street, one of the most popular ones… the centric one…

“We need to get a big ass vehicle”, said Abraham, as he stepped into the street.

it all happened in a second, in one he was there and in the next, he was on the floor, being dragged by a cable. You all jumped like springs into action, Rosita and you tried to grab his arms, as he was being dragged through the streets.

The sound of a whirring, a mechanical pulley or something was pulling him, it was a trap.

The thing stopped on the other side of the street, and it was tangled good around his ankle

“Abraham!”, called Rosita, he was moving rapidly.

“IT'S A TRAP!”, he screamed, enraged from the floor.

Daryl grabbed your ax you passed him and snapped the metal cable

“TAKE COVER!”, you commanded, and Daryl and Rosita helped Abraham jump towards the closest building, away from enemy eyes.

Immediately they lowered in the lobby of an office building, to check his injury

“It’s fine”, he grunted

“Stay alert!”, you commanded, grabbing your gun, “we need that rifle Rosita”, she pointed and through the scope.

Eugene checked the wound as Daryl helped him get out of the metallic tangle on his ankle.

“I’m fine!”, he said, freeing himself, his ankle was fine, not broken, it didn’t even break his skin.

“I don’t see anyone”, said Rosita, still pointing and checking the building in the other side of the street

“Could be an ol’ trap”, muttered Daryl. You took a long breath. From one moment to the next, everybody was looking at you.

“Are you alright to keep moving?”, you asked Abraham

“Yes Ma’am”, he said quickly

“Alright, we need to find and hijack a vehicle, a big vehicle, we move through the lobbies of the buildings, away from the open until we see one”, you said assertively

And that’s what you did

With a trembling Eugene you almost ran down the street, from lobby to lobby, trying to gain more terrain as you progressed, but again, there were no more signs of anybody, no walkers, no snipers, no military ninjas, no anything.

You all stopped in a building in front of a huge esplanade, where more rests of the military stood, and there, sitting gingerly, a huge jeep

“I want it”, you said, the four of them looked at you, and you pointed right ahead, at the military vehicle.

Was it a Hummer? It looked like a special edition Hummer, but bigger.

“That thing consumes more gas than…”, started Abraham.

“And I want that too”, you said, pointing at a huge wagon, with tall railings made of thin metal tubes, it could be able to transport things, animals, or even people who misbehaves, stood in the other side of the esplanade, “We are going to fill it up with all the things we are going to bring home, and then carry it with that thing”

“That would be a High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle”, muttered Eugene, “or HUMVEE for short”

“I don’t care what it's called, it's cool, and I want it”, you said with a wide smile.

“Yes ma’am”, said Abraham with a smile on his face, adjusting his gun ready to shoot at whatever might come at you.

“We go first, you cover our asses”, you muttered to Rosita and Daryl, you looked at Abraham, who just nodded at you

You both walked together towards the vehicle, you must have looked badass.

“This vehicle can work anywhere, anyhow, the wheels don’t get flat, and they can work with different fuels, this vehicle will work like a charm for us, especially if we connect the wagon”, he said excitedly as you were, and you felt weirdly validated.

“Great, that is what we need”, you said happily

He wasted no time in opening the front, where the engine was, to check it

“Light it up!”, said Abraham as you discovered the vehicle was indeed open. You sat behind the wheel and started it. It ran like a charm, almost too good to be true, the tank was a bit empty, but you could siphon out of any cars around, really. You had enough to get somewhere. At least back to the shopping mall

Once it was running, Daryl, Rosita and Eugene came, all with weapons in the air. You looked around, you were surrounded by two big buildings, one right next to you, and the other on the other side of the esplanade.

A battle had been fought here, there were bodies… or rather… skeletons in some places, rests of bullets, a small fight… and on the other side of the long esplanade, that must have been a plaza or some sorts, was another big vehicle that you recognized immediately due to the shape of the back

“IS THAT A WATER TANKER?”, you asked excitedly, looking at the big truck ahead

“Let me guess…”, mumbled Daryl

“I WANT IT!”, you all said in unison. You had a big smile

“With it, we can have water wherever, or gas, or anything!”, you said excitedly, “we NEED it”, you said with a smile. “We could fill wells! we could take water to whomever needs it! we could…!”

“We get the picture”, said Rosita with a wide smile.

“This is like Christmas”, you said excitedly.

“I’ll attach the HUMVEE to the wagon”, said Abraham

“I’ll help him”, said Eugene.

“I’ll go check it out”, said Rosita

“We’ll cover”, you assured her, looking at Daryl.

It was open, just like the HUMVEE, inside there was a corpse, blood splattered over the copilot’s window. Daryl took it out as Rosita opened the front to check the engine.

“You know how to drive this thing?”, Daryl asked.

“I can drive tractors, once a friend taught me how to drive a truck, but I forgot a bit”, you mumbled, “but how hard can it be, right?”, you asked joyfully, “I’ll check it around”, you said, there was a metal stair welded to the side, so you climbed to the top, to check if there were holes in it, or if it was clean at least.

It was clean. You looked around and you couldn't believe it, this city was almost untouched, maybe a couple of herds formed and left the city, but this was great, you could come back…

“Looks like if we can hijack it, we can take it!”, said Rosita, “looks good!”

“That’s great!”, you said with a wide smile. This was actually great. You could breathe more easily, this was going great, you were going to be set for months! the whole of Alexandria, you were pulling your weight! you were…!

A shot rang through the air at the same time you felt a lightning bolt hitting your shoulder from side to side. You actually felt like your arm had detached, or rather, had been ripped from your body.

You heard your name being called but your body, your mind, had been gripped tightly by adrenaline, as you didn’t even feel when you landed on the street below. The impact throwing you out of the top of the truck

You had been shot

ACN: I think this must have been one of my favorite chapters to write! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writting it! jeje

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whyse7vn · 1 year

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GHOSTED -

[ ot7 x reader ]

YOONGI -

yoongi: hey

sent 6 hours ago

yoongi: bro

sent 1 hour ago

yoongi: *babe

yoongi: hello?

y/n: yes

yoongi: oh

y/n: ???

yoongi: are we fighting?

y/n: no?

yoongi: so just fuck me then?

y/n: pretty much

yoongi: no one loves you

sent 30mins ago

yoongi: ur annoying me

y/n: hiii babe

yoongi: what is ur problem?

y/n: what?

yoongi: i have a gun to my head

y/n: don’t shoot?

yoongi: why is that a question?

y/n: cuz i’m not sure

yoongi: not sure about what?

y/n: if i want you to shoot or not

yoongi: why have you been taking so long to respond?

y/n: omgee do you miss me???

yoongi: not anymore

y/n: YOU DO?????

ur so cute

yoongi: whatever

sent 10 mins ago

yoongi: okay now ur doing it on purpose

could literally be bleeding out rn and ur ignoring me

sent 20 mins ago

yoongi: all together you’ve ignored me for 8 hours

y/n: i don’t like math

yoongi: i don’t like being ignored

y/n: was busy

yoongi: liar

y/n: i’m being honest you big baby omg!

yoongi: i am not a baby that’s gross

you would literally be in prison rn if i was

y/n: you don’t need to take everything i say literally

yoongi: you didn’t need to ignore me

y/n: i’m here now

what do you want?

yoongi: what do i want????

are you trying to break up with me rn?

y/n: and if i was??

yoongi: i’m not speaking to you rn

y/n: ok

yoongi: this is the part where you beg for my forgiveness

HOSEOK -

hobi: you can’t tell anyone but you know that argument jin and jimin had last week?

sent 5 mins ago

hobi: the one where jin threw his shoe at jimin?

sent 5 mins ago

hobi: anyways it was actually my fault

it wasn’t jimin who ate those strawberry tart things it was me

jin asked me who ate them and i said jimin

just for funzies

and i knew he would believe it

i was gonna say ur name but jin would of let you off to easy

don’t tell ANYONE

i’m fr

tarts were good as hell tho

10/10

hope he gets some more

idk where their from so i fr pray he buys more

sent 3 hours ago

hobi: ANSWER ME

why are you ignoring me 😓?

y/n: bored as hell

hobi: ???

y/n: was bored as hell?

hobi: so you ignored me??

y/n: yeah??

hobi: are you mentally ill?

y/n: possibly?

hobi: gws?

y/n: thanks?

hobi: why do you hate me?

y/n: are you truma dumping rn?

hobi: you are my truma

y/n: truma by seventeen

hobi: i love seventeen

y/n: so do i

hobi: let’s hang out with seventeen

y/n: i agree

hobi: aju nice

y/n: clap clap clap clap

hobi: why do you hate me?

y/n: thought we were moving on from this tbh

hobi: bored as hell is not an good excuse for ignoring me

y/n: it’s like we take 2 steps forward then 13 steps back

hobi: 13 just seventeen

y/n: did that just for them

hobi: ur kinda funny

y/n: thx

hobi: stop distracting me omg?

y/n: sorry

won’t do it again

hobi: why do you hate me?

y/n: if we think about it you’re the mentality ill one in this relationship

hobi: ok that’s a lie

ur a sociopath

y/n: you don’t even know what that means

hobi: i so do

y/n: what does it mean then

hobi: ur abnormal

y/n: fuck you

hobi: it’s okay love my little sociopath 🥰

y/n: …

hobi: the next time you ignore me i’m leaving you

sent 4 hours ago

JIMIN -

jimin: hello there something seems to be wrong with the hand break of my car

can you send anyone out to fix it

📎 3 imagines attached

sent 5 mins ago

jimin: pls i need some to fix it asap

📎 1 video attached

sent 3 mins ago

jimin: this is REALLY REALLY important pls i need to be somewhere in the next two hours

sent 1 hour ago

jimin: THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH

y/n: ew

that is your dick

jimin: when can you send someone out 😖

y/n: get lost

jimin: :((((

sent 1 hour ago

jimin: um okay….

sent 2 hours ago

jimin: yoongi just said i’m “so desperate” in the gc and if he’s talking about what i think he is i will NEVER talk to you again

sent 5 mins ago

jimin: ur lucky

he wasn’t talking about that

sent 4 mins ago

jimin: HEY

4 missed calls from jimin

jimin: fine be like that…

sent 20 mins ago

jimin: thought about it and

idc if the boys see my dick!!

SHOW IT TO THEM IF YOU WANT

I AM NOT ASHAMED

sent 10 mins ago

jimin: STOP IGNORING ME OMG????

2 missed calls from jimin

jimin: i am an example to men fuck you die

y/n: joon laughed and called you a slut

jimin: #slut4myqueen

wait he laughed?????

tf is he laughing for???

4 missed calls from jimin

jimin: HELLLO COME BSCK RN

YOU DONT GET TO SAY THAT AND GHOST ME AGAIN

HELLOOOOO HELLOOO HELLLO GELLO

HELOOEOD

incoming call from jimin…

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: YOU WANNA SEE MY NEW DRESS

jungkook: PLS PLS PLS

SEND PICS

sent 10 mins ago

CAN I JUST FT YOU?

sent 10 mins ago

ANSWERRRRRRR

20 missed calls from jungkook

sent 14 hours ago

jungkook: it’s a new day and i have a knife to my neck

sent 2 hours ago

jungkook: i know you are awake

where are my pictures

send 30 mins ago

jungkook: ok

sent 2 hours ago

jungkook: I LIED IM NOT OK IM NOT

sent 10 mins ago

jungkook: plsplsolslplslpls

y/n: hi

jungkook: dress?

y/n: ??

jungkook: show me the dress

now

y/n: …

jungkook: pls

i’m like a dog waiting to be fed

y/n: never compare yourself to a dog again are you sick in the head

jungkook: me and bam are identical twins rn

y/n: i’m gonna throw up

jungkook: show me the dress 😖

y/n: no

jungkook: ok fine im just gonna go do a line of coke then

y/n: ur being extra

like extremely extra

jungkook: coke is on the table

my lines are ready

im about to sniff

y/n: just come over and see ur for yourself?

jungkook: OH???

OK I WILL

I WILL DO THAT

fuck the lines

i’m omw

HEHEHEHE 🤭🤭

NAMJOON -

namjoon: when you get home text me ok?

sorry i could say bye properly they wanted me to record something

staff are being slow today

i’m kinda getting annoyed

yk i would of walked out with you otherwise

or you can call me

actually just call me

sent 3 hours ago

namjoon: i said call me i mean it

sent 2 hours ago

namjoon: so are you fucking home now??

sent 1 hour ago

namjoon: hello??????

y/n: kim namjoon???????????

namjoon: sorry

i didn’t mean to be mean

y/n: i think you did

namjoon: you didn’t call

y/n: sorry

namjoon: i worry yk??

y/n: i said i was sorry

namjoon: idc

for 6 hours i was on the edge of my seat

what if you died or something?

did you just ignore me for fun or did something actually happen

y/n: i’m home

namjoon: it’s too late to tell me that now

y/n: i didn’t watch our show btw

i’m waiting for you

namjoon: …

y/n: ^^

namjoon: answer my question

y/n: stop being mean

namjoon: you were mean first

y/n: wasn’t

namjoon: you didn’t call babe

y/n: SORRY OMG WONT HAPPEN AGAIN

namjoon: TAKE UR SORRY AND SHOVE IT UP UR ASS TBH

y/n: i’ll watch the new episode rn

namjoon: …

y/n: that’s what i thought bitch

namjoon: i’m not coming home

y/n: oh no!!

my hand it’s just itching to press play rn

namjoon: whatever be there in 10

y/n: once again i prove i wear the pants in this relationship

sent 10 mins ago

SEOKJIN -

y/n: bff can you pick me up

jin: i am NOT ur bff

i am ur BF thank you very much

but ig i could

where are you?

and what the hell are you dumb out so late it’s like 2 am

sent 4 mins ago

jin: how the hell can i pick you up if idk where ur at

ur lucky i’m still awake and willing to come get you

sent 5 mins ago

4 miss calls from jin

jin: what if i kill you

CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE UR AT

sent 2 mins ago

jin: went to look for my car keys and you still haven’t replied

do you want me to break up with you rn?

sent 4 mins ago

12 missed calls from jin

jin: the amount of times i have called your phone is embarrassing

like i’m some obsessed sick freak

WHERE ARE YOU

i really don’t want to have to drive around seoul looking for you

am i a stalker????

sent 10 mins ago

5 missed calls from jin

jin: I HOPE WHOEVER TOOK YOU MAKES YOU SUFFER

okay i take that back

i’m a LITTLE freaked out rn

just a little

don’t let it get to ur head

sent 20 mins ago

jin: DROVE TO HYBE AND THEY SAID YOU LEFT LIKE BEFORE 10???

also why the hell are they still open fr that’s not right

WHERE ARE YOU IM DRIVING AROUND THE STREETS LIKE A LOSER

7 missed called from jin

y/n: LMAO fell asleep in seungcheol’s car

and my phone died

jin: seungcheol???

y/n: seventeen man

scoups?

jin: where are you rn???

y/n: at seungcheol’s

vernon said hi

jin: TELL VERNON TO DIE

y/n: um rude?

i said you said hi back

anyways will come home later might as well stay here for the night

jin: send me the address

y/n: miss me that much??

jin: send it

y/n: are you mad at me???

you started sharing your location with jin

jin: put my reputation on the line for you today

i will never forget this

y/n: why am i scared rn…

TAEHYUNG -

tae:

why is this us

*whimpers in your ear*

sent 14 hours ago

tae: okay that wasn’t that bad

sent 1 hour go

tae: i’ve definitely said worse

sent 2 hours ago

tae: yare yare

sent 1 hour ago

tae: do you think army would call me tae-chan if i asked

or should i be v-chan

but thinking about it tae-chan just connects with me on a different level

it’s so personal

intimate almost

sent 2 hours ago

tae: baka why are you ignoring me

yare yare

sent 3 hours ago

tae: HELLO HELLO

pls 🥺pls 🥺pls 🥺pls🥺

sent 2 hours ago

tae: ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ

me asf

sent 1 hour ago

tae: oh

heyyyyyy lolz

i now see how smoking negatively effects the brain

i would like to formally apologise for the man i was in the last hours

y/n: kys

tae: i was high and watching naruto

forgive me 🥺

y/n: you are out of ur mind

tae: *was

i was out of my mind

never smoking again i swear

y/n: we need to go on a break or something

i need time to fully process the bullshit you just came to me with

tae: live in the moment

don’t dwell on the past

sent 10 mins ago

tae: HEY COME BACK

ily

ghosting me will NOT solve our issues

…

can you tell i was listening to svt when writing this low-key can’t see straight rn how the hell it 1:42 am rn not on tbh

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years

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You Belong With Me - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: modern!au. Eddie is dating Chrissy, but she’s making him miserable. What would it take for him to notice that he’d be better off with you? Based on the Taylor Swift song.

Note: Oh, so many thoughts about this one. I’ve never been a big fan of song fics, but this song just screamed this dynamic at me and wouldn’t let me rest until I wrote it. And it physically hurt me to write Chrissy as the “bad guy” because I just adore her and Grace so much. But for the fic, it had to be done. Lastly, I literally stayed up all night to write this so I apologize if my sleeplessness caused any more errors than usual.

Warnings: modern!au, language, sex jokes, mention of gun, I think that’s it?

Words: 8.7k

“But that’s not what I meant. No, no, I- Babe, it was a joke. It wasn’t about you! You know I don’t like basketball game- Yes, I’m coming. Of course. I’m sorry, okay? Like I said, it was a joke- Okay. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you there. Okay. Bye.”

Eddie tosses his phone down on your bed and rubs his hands over his face. You sit up near your pillows, wincing through the whole phone call. Eddie getting frustrated like this was becoming far too common for your liking.

“You okay, Eds?” He isn’t, but you’re not sure if he’ll want to talk about it or not.

“Fine,” he says. He has to know you don’t believe him, but he also knows you won’t push him. He climbs on your bed, leaning against your footboard.

“I made a stupid joke,” he says. “I said something about watching a basketball game being like watching a goldfish swim around in its bowl. You’re just looking back and forth at the same thing the whole time!”

It’s not the appropriate time, but you can’t help but laugh. “It’s true, though.”

“Thank you!” he says. “It was a dumb joke but somehow Chrissy took that as me saying I hated going to see her cheer. Is it my favorite thing to do? No. But I do it because she’s my girlfriend.”

You nod your head at him, not sure what you could say. There are a million things you want to say. Break up with her. She’s not good enough for you. I’ve been in love with you for years, you doofus. But none of that would help him. It’d only stress him out even more, which was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I swear, the only saving grace at those God-awful games is that you’re there with me. If I didn’t have you to make snide comments with, I don’t think I’d be able to stomach it,” he says.

It should make you feel better, you think. But in reality, it just makes you want to smack him on the back of the head and say, “then what does that tell you, dumbass? Spending time with me is better!”

“We’re going to the game tonight, I’m assuming,” you say. It’s a Tuesday so there wasn’t a Hellfire meeting, which was the only acceptable reason, according to Chrissy, that Eddie could miss a game. Even those, she wasn’t thrilled he skipped games for.

“Don’t have much of a choice,” Eddie mumbles, picking at his rings. He looks up and meets your eyes. “I mean, you do, though. You don’t have to come with me.”

And make him do this alone? You couldn’t. Even if you had to sit there and pretend not to see Eddie watching Chrissy, or just pretend to not see Chrissy in general. It was never a choice for you if there was an opportunity to spend it with Eddie. You’d stand blindly by his side, supporting him however you could.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” you tell him.

He smiles and tosses one of your stuffed bears at you. “Like I’d ever want to get rid of you.”

Looking into his eyes suddenly makes you feel like you could cry, so you jump off your bed and head over to your Bluetooth speaker.

“What do you say? Some Ozzy?” you ask.

Eddie groans and drops his head forward. “God, I wish I could stay and listen. I’ve got two deals before the game tonight, though. I’ve gotta head out.”

You pout and press play on the machine anyway. Ozzy Osborne was not what was queued up next, however. The acoustics of a Taylor Swift song start to play into the space of your bedroom.

Eddie groans again, louder this time. You stop the music and start to skip through the shuffled playlist.

“I am so tired of pop songs. It seems like that’s all that’s playing in my car lately and it’s driving me up the wall. I can listen to it sometimes, but God forbid we listen to any of my music as I’m driving around with her.”

Your pout grows as you keep your back to Eddie. You never know what to say to him when he complains about Chrissy. He wanted to date her so badly that you didn’t think anything could hurt you worse. But seeing the way she treats him? That beat all.

“I thought you didn’t even like Taylor Swift,” Eddie says. It just shows how much Chrissy must be making him listen to pop if he recognized the song by the opening chords.

“I like some of her songs,” you say, turning to face him. “Sometimes it feels like she took a page out of my diary and wrote a song about it. I love Metallica and Black Sabbath dearly, but that is something they just don’t do.”

Eddie stands up off your bed and grabs his leather jacket. He smirks at you as he slips it on. “So, what you’re saying is, Taylor Swift understands you?”

You roll your eyes at him and plop back down on your bed. “Yes, Eddie. That’s exactly what I’m saying. The pretty, millionaire singer, that’s dated all of the hottest guys in Hollywood totally gets me.”

“You sing,” Eddie says with a shrug. “In fact, I wish you did it more. How many times have I begged you to come sing with the band again?”

“It was once, I was drunk, and I’m still grateful that I don’t remember all of it,” you say.

“You were good. I’m not just saying that as your best friend, I’m saying it as a musician. You never sing around me. Why are you embarrassed to?”

The teddy bear in your lap is easier to look at than Eddie. “M’not embarrassed.”

“Oh yeah? Then why not in front of me at least? You’ve seen me puking my guts out and have taken care of me after a hangover, but you’re too shy to sing in front of me?”

“To be fair,” you say, eyes now finding Eddie’s, “you have also seen me puke and taken care of me when I had a hangover.”

“Yet I still sing in front of you.” When you don’t say anything, Eddie starts to get annoyed. “You know, I told Dustin that I wished you’d sing more, and he seemed confused because apparently you sing all the time around him.”

“That’s different!”

“How?” Now he sounds like he’s starting to get mad and it’s the last thing you want. Chrissy had already worked him up and you didn’t want to make it worse.

“You know, Dustin is always singing songs from movies and stuff. You’ve seen him and I singing Suddenly, Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors together. See? I’m not embarrassed in front of you.”

“Yeah, but you were also putting on that squeaky voice the woman has in the movie.” He sighs and takes a few steps towards your bed. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just like it when you sing.”

You look up at him and give him a small smile. “I like when you sing, too.”

“We’ll go to a karaoke club soon then,” he says with a smirk, and you’re not sure if he’s teasing or not. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll come by in a few hours to pick you up?”

“Mhmm.” He heads out of your room, but you call out for him before he can fully leave. “Eddie! Can you hit play for me? I think I got the right song up now.”

Eddie clicks the button on your Bluetooth speaker and Crazy Train starts playing, Ozzy’s maniacal laugh haunting your bedroom.

“Much better,” Eddie says over his shoulder as he walks out of your room.

After dinner with your parents, you head back up to your room. Your mom and dad assume it’s to finish your homework, but you’d finished that a little after Eddie left. Instead, you pull up your metal-only playlist and let it run on shuffle. The synthetic voice comes over your Bluetooth speaker.

“I am iron man.”

This song instantly has you reaching to turn the volume up. Black Sabbath’s iconic sound rings through your room and you jump on top of your bed. You head-bang to the opening notes, feeling more pumped up by the second. You spin around, scooping up your hairbrush from your nightstand to use as a makeshift microphone.

“Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all? Or if he moves, will he fall?”

You fall to your knees on the mattress, openly air-guitaring as you sing along.

“Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there, why should we even care?”

There’s a new voice joining in with yours this time. You slowly turn around and move the hair out of the way that’s covering your face from all your whipping it about. Eddie leans against your doorframe, arms crossed against his chest, and the biggest smile on his face that you think you’ve ever seen. You hadn’t realized how long it’s been since you’ve seen him smile like that. Months? At least.

“Enjoy the show?” you ask as you hop down from your bed.

“Very much,” he says. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You give him a playful glare as you walk over to your mirror. You use your hairbrush/pseudo microphone to get your hair out of your face and looking somewhat presentable.

“How’d the deals go?” you ask as you grab your sneakers.

“Fine. Two usuals so it was quick and painless,” he tells you as you lace up your converse.

Unlike this basketball game will be, you think to yourself.

“Save any for us to use tomorrow?”

“Well, duh. But we’ll have to go somewhere to smoke it. Wayne’s got an old army buddy coming over for dinner,” Eddie says.

“The park?” You take a look at yourself in the mirror and adjust your Iron Maiden shirt. Steve once told you that you should wear school colors to a game. You told him to find you a band t-shirt that had the God-awful orange and green of the basketball uniforms and you would.

“Park sounds good to me,” Eddie says. He pulls on your arm to yank you away from the mirror. “You look perfect, let’s go.”

Your face flushes as you follow Eddie out of your room. Both of you wave to your parents in the living room before heading outside. Climbing into Eddie’s van is second nature at this point, and you make yourself comfortable by putting your sneakered feet up on the dashboard.

Eddie starts the car and Metallica begins blaring through the air. You drum on your knees as Eddie makes the short drive to Hawkins High. Hopefully, Lucas will play tonight. Since he’s been getting better, the coach has been putting him in more. It was great to see his confidence grow.

The parking lot in front of the school is almost as crowded as it would be if school was in session. Eddie slips the van into one of the few empty spots and you both get out. The murmuring from the gym could be heard out in the parking lot. Was this an important game? Was our team doing well this year? You had no idea. You came to most, if not all, of the games, but you hardly paid attention to any of it.

The sounds of the crowd talking loudly to one another, the squeaking of sneakers on the shiny floor, and the cacophony of instruments tuning up in the band section of the bleachers smack you in the face as Eddie opens the gym door for you. You nod to him in thanks before slipping inside. He follows behind you and you wave to Nancy who is on the sidelines with other students from the school paper.

Robin waves and gives you a big smile when you walk past the school band. You blow her a kiss, and she pretends to catch it. In the middle of the bleachers there’s a small gap where you and Eddie could fit. When you get closer to it, you can see it’s empty because Max, Dustin, and Mike have their feet there; their attempt at saving the seat for you guys.

“Finally,” Dustin says. “Thought someone was gonna sit on my feet any second.”

“You better move them quick then,” Eddie says. He moves to sit on the boy’s feet and all three of them bring their legs back to themselves.

From where you’re sitting, the cheerleaders are straight ahead. They’re in your direct line of vision and you get the feeling that your neck is going to be sore tomorrow because you’ll probably spend most of the game looking and talking to Max behind you.

Eddie raises his hand to wave, and you leave your eyes in your lap. You don’t need to see her pretty smile or her bright eyes. Her hair that was never out of place. You reach up to smooth over your own hair self-consciously.

“Stop,” Max says. She’s leaned in towards you so she can whisper in your ear. “Your hair is fine. You look great. And you know he’s going to spend more time talking to you than paying attention to her during the game anyway.”

With a sigh, you turn your head to give her a small smile. She reaches forward and squeezes your shoulder. Your girls knew how you felt about Eddie. With Nancy and Max, they said they had known before you even told them. The pair of them thought it was incredibly obvious to anyone who was paying attention, while Robin was shocked when you told her.

A whistle blows, signaling the start of the game. Your eyes scan the white jerseys moving around the court and on the sidelines. Number eight is standing on the side, hands on his hips and swaying from side to side. From the back, Lucas looks tense and nervous. Maybe this was a big game.

The cheerleaders began with their cheers, the sounds of pompoms crashing against each other catching on the air. Eddie watched the first few cheers before he turned to you.

“I’m already over it,” he says.

“Let me know when Lucas gets out on the court and I’ll care,” you answer him.

“Hey,” Dustin says, popping his head in between yours and Eddie’s. “You hear about the contest down at the bar?”

“What contest?” Eddie asks.

“What bar?” you ask.

Mike breaks his eyes away from the court to join the conversation. “The karaoke bar over by the grocery store.”

“They’re having like, a talent show - karaoke version - or something. I think you win $500,” Dustin says.

“When is it?” Eddie asks. He loved singing in front of people, and if he could win some money in the process, why not?

“Friday, you losers,” Max says, looking at Dustin and Mike. “You seriously didn’t notice that it’s the same night as Hellfire? The end of your campaign?”

“Shit,” Dustin says.

“Damn, that would’ve been fun,” Eddie says. “That’s a pretty big place, too. Nice sized audience.”

“Get up during halftime and sing to this crowd then,” you joke to Eddie.

“Oh God, don’t put that in his head. He’ll do it,” Mike says.

“These people wouldn’t know good music if I blared it in their ears,” Eddie says as he looks around the bleachers. “Ah, look. Harrington with another date. Who’s that one?”

Both you and Max crane your necks to try and see who Steve is with. He’s a few rows higher than you and closer to the band.

“Heidi?” Max asks.

“I don’t think so. Steve said he wouldn’t go on another date with her. Plus, Heidi’s hair is lighter than that,” you say.

Steve catches you and Max looking at him and mimes putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger. Max rolls her eyes while you let out a laugh.

“Poor Steve,” you say. “All these girls just aren’t right for him.”

“I keep telling him that he’s gotta figure out what he wants but he never listens to me,” Dustin says.

“Does he listen to anyone?” Max asks.

“Robin, maybe,” you add.

“Has he ever asked you on a date?” Eddie asks you. You furrow your brow in confusion. Why was he asking this? Just curiosity?

“No,” you say. “We’re friends.”

Eddie shrugs. “Sometimes that’s the best thing to be before becoming something more.”

You take a deep breath and feel your stomach clenching.

“I’ve got to use the bathroom,” you say. You stand up and Max stands behind you.

“I’ll come with you,” she says.

The two of you walk out of the gymnasium and into the quiet school hallway. Max stays quiet until she confirms there aren’t any other girls in the bathroom.

“You’re entering that contest,” Max says.

“What?”

“Find a song that expresses what you’re feeling and let it out on stage. You’re good. Good enough to win. And you know the guys won’t see because they’ll be playing DND.”

“I don’t know, Max.” You lean against the sinks and Max leans next to you.

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me a song about wanting someone who you can’t have comes on the radio while you’re driving, and you don’t angry belt it out?” Max asks.

“Yeah, alone in my car,” you say.

“And it’s cathartic, right?”

“I guess.” You shrug and avoid Max’s eyes because you know what’s coming next.

“If that feels good, imagine getting all those emotions and feelings out on stage,” Max says. “I already signed you up.”

You sigh and rub your hands over your face. It makes sense and you hate it. Music has always been your way of expressing yourself. Maybe doing this would help you release some of your anger and sadness.

“Fine,” you finally concede.

“Yes!” Max says. “We’ll bring Nancy and Robin and it’ll be great.”

“No one tells the guys about this, though,” you say. “I don’t need any of the headache that would come with that.”

“My lips are sealed,” Max says.

After the game, in which Lucas made the game winning shot, friends and family mingled with the players and cheerleaders. You would’ve gone with the others to talk to Lucas if Eddie hadn’t all but steered you in the direction of Chrissy. His hand was on the small of your back and you’d let him lead you anywhere like that. Even here.

“Eddie!” Chrissy calls. She runs forward and wraps her arms around his neck. He wraps his around her small waist and lifts her up, her short skirt riding up her ass. You divert your eyes from the pair of them, scanning the rest of the crowd for your friends.

“You were great,” Eddie is telling her. “And you looked so hot.”

Your fists clench and your fingernails are digging hard enough into your palms to draw blood.

“Like you even watched me,” Chrissy says with a laugh. “I saw you talking the whole time.”

Eddie frowns and his brows pinch together. “I did watch you.”

“Okay,” she says as she gives him a pat on the arm. It’s the condescending tone that’s dripping from her voice that makes you speak up.

“He pointed out to us in the third period when you did the new cheer. The one you came up with when you became cheer captain,” you say. You bite back from adding, “So, see? He pays attention to you even though you’re horrible to him and he deserves far better than you could ever be.”

Chrissy turns, looking at you as if she just noticed you were there. “Oh, hi.”

“Hi,” you respond, trying to keep the venom in your voice to a minimum.

She turns back to Eddie and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m hungry. Can we go get pizza?”

Eddie glances at you out of the corner of his eye before looking back at her. “Uh, I hadn’t planned on that. I was going to give y/n a ride home.”

Chrissy pouts and it doesn’t suit her. Her lip goes too far out and her eyes scrunch in a way that looks more painful than sad.

“But I hardly got to see you today. Can’t she get a ride with someone else?” Chrissy asks.

“Don’t talk about her as if she’s not here,” Eddie says, pulling back from her a little. Her pout turns to a glare as she looks at him.

“It’s fine,” you say, taking a few steps back. You didn’t want to make this worse for Eddie and you certainly didn’t want to be stuck in the van with the two of them.

“But…” Eddie trails off.

“It’s okay,” you say, though your heart is telling you the opposite. “Go get pizza.”

He frowns deeper but nods his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.” You give him a small smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Hopefully, Steve didn’t drive his date here and she had her own way home. You look through the mass of bodies for the familiar head of brown hair but come up empty. You don’t see a baseball cap with curls spilling out of it or a redhead either.

With a sigh, you walk to the doors. You head out into the dark evening, the stars and moon shining bright down on Hawkins this night. Most of the parking lot has cleared out and you don’t see a car you recognize other than the big brown van that used to bring you so much comfort.

Home is only six miles away, so you decide to walk. It’s a chilly night and you wrap your arms around yourself, hands rubbing up and down your arms that are bare in your t-shirt. You’ve made the walk before and you estimate it will take you about two hours. Thankful that you wore your most comfortable sneakers, you head up the hill and off school property.

The streets are quiet and dark, which unsettles you. Weird things happen in Hawkins all the time and you’d wager this is how a lot of them started. After walking two miles, a total of three cars have passed you by. You were almost more afraid when you saw the cars coming towards you rather than walking alone in the darkness.

You hear a car coming from behind and you take a step closer to the tree line and out of the road since the driver probably can’t see you.

“Y/n?”

You look back and Robin is hanging out the passenger window of Steve’s car.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Walking home,” you say as if it was a normal occurrence. Maybe if you act as if this wasn’t that big of a deal, they’d believe it.

“In the dark? Alone? At night? Are you insane?” Robin says. The driver door opens and Steve steps out. He walks over to you and looks at you in concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine.”

“Where’s Eddie?”

“He, um. Well, Chrissy wanted pizza. So, I said I’d get another ride, but I couldn’t find one. And home isn’t too far.” You shrug, not meeting his eyes.

Steve rests his hands on his hips and sighs. His typical mom stance.

“Come on. I’ll drive you home. You’re going to have to pile in though.” He doesn’t give you a chance to argue, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you to the car. “Jesus, you’re freezing. You know, you could’ve called me. Or Robin or Max or Dustin or Mike.”

Steve opens the back door, and the three younger faces look back at you. Max scoots over until she’s sitting on Dustin’s lap.

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” Dustin says. He raises his arms in the air so he isn’t touching Max at all.

You slide in and Steve closes the door behind you. Dustin refuses to look at anyone, cheeks flushing. You can’t help the small smile on your face as you tug Max over to sit on your lap instead. She settles easily enough and rests her head against the window.

The car smells like fried food and you find out why when Mike holds a bag out in front of you.

“Burger? Fries?” he offers. “Or…” he rummages around in bags between his feet. “Onion rings.”

“Toss one,” you tell him. He smiles as you open your mouth and tries to throw the fried onion inside. Surprisingly, he makes it, which makes the four of you in the back cheer.

Robin gets dropped off first, her living the closest to school. She grabs her band hat and trumpet out of the trunk and waves before she disappears inside her house. Dustin takes the opportunity to jump into the front seat. Technically, Max should’ve been the next one dropped off, but Steve kept driving straight past the trailer park. Max didn’t say a word, knowing why Steve was avoiding the neighborhood for now.

“Why didn’t Nancy drive you home?” you ask Mike as Steve pulls into the Wheeler driveway.

“Because she’s a priss and has to stay late to work on the stupid paper,” he says.

“Hey!” Both you and Steve yell at the same time as he scrambles out of the car.

“You try living with her,” he says before waving his hand in a goodbye.

Your house is next, and you sag in relief when it comes into view. You hadn’t been expecting to see it for at least another hour at the rate you were walking before.

“Thanks for the ride, Steve,” you say. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime that idiot leaves you high and dry just call me,” Steve says, looking at you in the rear-view mirror. You smile to yourself, thinking this must be what it’s like to have a big brother. You now understand why the kids all gravitated towards him.

“Thanks,” you repeat as you get out of the car. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you say to Max and Dustin. They wave as you head up to your door.

School the next day is weird. People are excited because the basketball team won; so, the halls were buzzing with that energy. But most people were tired as well, having stayed up later than usual to come to the game. It all gives you a nice cover for how you’re feeling. You feel sluggish and irritated. Though you can’t put your finger on the exact reason why, you knew the people it could be blamed on.

Eddie leans up against the locker next to yours between second and third period as you’re exchanging your books out.

“You didn’t text me last night,” he says.

“What?” you ask, not looking at him.

“When you got home. You didn’t text me to let me know you got home okay.”

“You didn’t ask me to,” you point out.

He frowns. “I didn’t think I had to. It’s just kind of something we do.”

“Well, sorry, I guess.” You close your locker and turn to him. “Was there something else?”

“Are you mad at me?” he asks. His big puppy dog eyes are shining and it’s truly your damn kryptonite.

You take a deep breath. “No.” You don’t know if that’s really true or not, though.

“You’re sure?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you.

“I’m sure,” you lie.

“Are we still on for the park later?” he asks, hope glimmering in his eyes.

“Of course,” you say, eager to see him relax.

“Perfect. I’ve got everything in my backpack already to go.” The weed, he means. You can’t think of a better day to get high than today.

School simultaneously drags on and ends too quickly. Chrissy has cheer practice, so you don’t have to deal with her while you walk to Eddie’s van. Once inside, he cranks Sweet Child O’ Mine because he knows it’s one of your favorites. When you don’t hum along or even tap your foot along to the beat, he knows something is up.

He parks the van across the street from the park and grabs his backpack.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in affirmation and hop out. The two of you walk down the street to the crosswalk. Normally you’d just jay-walk to cross the street, but this intersection was notorious for pedestrian injuries. When you get your signal that it’s okay to cross, Eddie trips and you hear the ripping of material. You look down and see he’s ripped his own jeans by stepping on the hem of them while walking. The tear that was at his knee has now tripled in size and he could easily stick his whole leg through it. You giggle to yourself, and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief at the sound.

The two of you find your usual bench at the park and claim it. It’s hidden by a copse of trees so it’s easier to hide your illicit activities, but still allows you a good view of the park.

Eddie pulls out the two joints he’d rolled and lights one before handing it to you. Though you were used to the sickeningly bitter odor, it didn’t mean you liked it. You wrinkle your nose before raising the bud to your lips. You inhale, letting the burn curl down your throat and into your lungs. You were pretty good at not coughing by now. The first few times you’d ended up in total tears because of the intense hacking.

Eddie takes a hit of his own joint and rests his head against the back of the bench, blowing smoke straight up towards the sky. He closes his eyes and you take the time to admire him. He’d forgone the denim vest today and just settled on his leather jacket over his hellfire shirt. Hints of stubble were starting to appear on his chin and his lips were a little chapped. His long, dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks as his eyes move under his closed lids. He’s so beautiful it physically aches you.

He opens his eyes and turns his head to smile at you. It’s a real Eddie smile and it warms your heart. It’s so rare these days but it’s so bright it could rival the moon at night.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks.

“The moon,” you say.

Eddie chuckles and takes another hit. “Oh yeah?” He releases the smoke. “What about it?”

“It’s so bright. But you only notice the brightness at night.” You came up with it off the top of your head, but it sounded good to you. You raise your joint to your mouth for another puff.

“Like some people I guess,” Eddie says. He doesn’t sound like he’s finished talking so you wait. “Sometimes you don’t see how amazing some people are until everything else around you dims, but they don’t. They’re still there bright and shining.”

It could be that he’s having a profound thought about his life, or the pot is kicking in, so you can’t be sure.

“I want to go to the moon,” you say. Eddie laughs and you can tell both of you are feeling the effects now.

His laugh is infectious and causes you to start laughing as well. You curl in on yourself, abdominal muscles starting to cramp, and you slide to the side to lay across Eddie’s lap.

“Eds?” you ask, eyes staring up at the clouds above.

“Mm?”

“I miss you.”

He frowns down at you and pokes your forehead with his ringed index finger.

“I’m right here, silly head.”

“I know,” you say.

“I like when we talk,” Eddie says. His head is moving all around, taking in all the sights in the park around you. There are a few squirrels scampering up the tree closest to you. Birds sing in the distance and the laughter of kids comes from the playground a few hundred feet away.

“I like it too,” you say. “It’s so easy to talk to you.”

“Always has been. Since we met.”

“You’re my favorite person,” you tell him.

He grins and drops his head down to look at you. “More than Timothée Chalamet?”

“Mhmm,” you hum in confirmation.

“Wow,” Eddie says with a laugh. “That’s saying something.”

The two of you decide to lay in the grass as you let the pot work through your system. Eddie won’t be able to drive for a while anyway, so you take advantage of the nice day.

“I had a weird dream last night,” Eddie says.

“Yeah? Tell me.”

“I was playing at The Hideout. But when I looked down, I was playing the wrong guitar. It was a nice guitar. It was gold and smooth and sounded beautiful. But it wasn’t my guitar. I put the gold guitar down and tried to find mine. I started freaking out because I thought I lost it. I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it.”

“Did you find it?” you ask.

“I did. But some guy was playing it and it made me so mad.”

“What guy?” You let your heavy eyes droop closed.

“M’not sure. He didn’t look familiar. Could’ve been anyone, I guess. But he was playing my guitar and I wanted it back. But he said I was too late. And it made me really really sad.”

You frown and reach over to take Eddie’s hand in yours. “It’s okay, Eddie. No one is going to take your guitar away. Why would it want to leave you?”

The high lasted a few hours and by the time Eddie got you home for dinner, the munchie effect was still going strong. You devoured the lasagna your mom put down in front of you. The bloodshot look had faded from your eyes, so you were just hoping your parents thought you were extra hungry today for some reason.

You should’ve gone to sleep hours ago. It would’ve been easy; you always slept better on days when you got high with Eddie. But you still hadn’t picked a song to sing at the karaoke competition. Your head was in the middle of your bed, and you rested your legs up against the wall over your headboard. You scroll and scroll through playlists, trying to find a song that expresses what you’ve been feeling.

The sound of brakes squeaking makes you move your legs down and sit up on your bed. Your phone tells you that it’s 3:17am. You walk over to your window and see Eddie walking around the side of your house. You frown at him, and he notices you up in your window. You point towards the back door and Eddie nods.

Eddie would sometimes come by in the middle of the night, but he’d usually text first. You creep down the stairs as quietly as you can, avoiding any creaks. Your cat picks his head up from where he’s sleeping on the top of the couch to see what you’re up to. He decides he doesn’t care though and adjusts himself into a new comfortable position to fall back asleep.

Luckily, your dad had fixed it so the back door didn’t stick anymore when you tried to open it. It glides open silently and Eddie steps inside.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” you whisper to him.

He nods but he won’t meet your eyes. You frown and take his hand in yours. As you walk back past your cat, he picks his head up again and deems Eddie worthy of his affection. Eddie scratches his head two times before following you up the stairs.

You pull him into your room and quietly close the door behind you.

“What’s up?” you ask him.

He shrugs and sits on the edge of your bed. “Didn’t want to be alone.”

The sheets are messy, and you crawl on top of them, making yourself comfortable against the mountain of pillows against your headboard. Eddie glances back before leaning backwards so his head ends up in your lap. You start to play with his hair. You haven’t done this in a while, and it warms your heart. His eyes drift closed, and you think he’s fallen asleep until he quietly kicks his boots off so he can pull his legs up on the bed as well.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

He opens his eyes and stares at your ceiling. “I feel confused.”

“About what?”

“That’s the thing. Everything.”

You frown and trace your pinky finger along one of his curls. “Elaborate?”

“I don’t know how,” he says. “Feel like everything is upside down. I feel like I want things to go back to normal, but I don’t know what’s changed to make me think things aren’t normal. Am I making sense?”

“Sort of,” you say.

His eyes begin to water, and it breaks your heart. You’d give anything to be able to fix what’s wrong, but he doesn’t seem to know.

“Where do I belong?” he asks.

“Here,” you say without hesitation. “Here with me and your uncle and Dustin and all your friends. Here with your favorite guitar and your band and your loud as all hell van.”

That makes him chuckle and your heart feels ten pounds lighter. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again.

“Did you miss something on that list? Or someone?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say carefully. “Did I?”

He licks over his lips before answering. “I don’t believe you did. I think that was a pretty complete list. Doesn’t need anyone else.”

“No?” you ask.

He opens his eyes and shakes his head. “She reamed me out for an hour before because I hadn’t bought prom tickets yet.”

“I didn’t even know they were on sale,” you say. You’re trying to keep your voice calm for him, but it’s proving difficult.

“Neither did I,” he says. “But she goes on and on about how she already bought her dress and the, and I’m quoting here, ‘the prettiest high heels in the world.’”

“Shouldn’t she have waited until, you know…at least until you asked?”

“Right?” he huffs out. He runs his hands over his face, and you start to play with the small curls along his forehead. “I’ve got to end it.”

“I think so,” you say in a small voice.

He tilts his head up so he can look at you. “Friday, yeah? Tomorrow I’ve got a test, so I don’t want the stress added to that. I need to pass this class.”

“Biology again?” you ask. “I thought you were doing better.”

“I am, but I won’t if I bomb this test.”

“You should probably get some sleep then.” You almost said “go home and get some sleep” but that’s not what you really want. He nods and goes to sit up, but you catch his arm.

“Here?” he asks.

You shrug and slide yourself under the covers. “Why not? I don’t have cooties. I got the shot.”

He smiles and shrugs out of his leather jacket before sliding in the bed next to you. Your heart races as his head lays on the pillow next to yours, noses almost touching.

“Goodnight,” he whispers.

“Goodnight.”

On Friday, you only get to see Eddie between second and third period at your locker. His plan is to have lunch with Chrissy outside and break up with her then. Your paths don’t cross after lunch, and he has Hellfire and you’re meeting with the girls to get ready for the karaoke contest right after school. Your stomach will be in knots until you find out how it went.

Nancy dusts your eyelids with silver eyeshadow as you sit on your bed. Max and Robin go through your closet, deciding what you should wear tonight.

“No, that might be see-through under the lights.”

“What about this?”

“It clashes with the silver eyeshadow.”

“Any texts from Eddie?” Nancy asks quietly as she cleans up the edges.

“No,” you breathe out with a sigh. “But he’s never on his phone during Hellfire. I think that would be blasphemous in there.”

Nancy hums her agreement.

“We’ve got one!” Robin announces.

You open your eyes to see Max holding a royal blue dress that accentuates your curves and feels silky smooth against your skin. You wrinkle your nose at them.

“It doesn’t go,” you say.

“With what?” Max asks.

“My song!”

“Oh, you’re right,” Robin says.

“Fine, fine,” Max says. She puts the dress back in the closet and starts to dig through your drawers.

“I hope there are no sex toys in here,” Robin says as she joins Max.

You roll your eyes as Nancy touches up your eyeliner.

“Jeans,” Nancy says as she works. “She should wear jeans and a t-shirt.”

“That’s what she wears every day,” Robin says.

“Exactly,” you and Nancy say at the same time.

“Okay, fine,” Robin acquiesces. “But what one?”

“Iron Maiden?” Max asks as she picks one out of the drawer. “There’s also Guns ‘n Roses, Black Sabbath, Metallica. Geez, any from this century?”

“Corroded Coffin,” you say. Max looks at you and grins.

“Where is it?” she asks.

“Top drawer.”

Robin and Max pick out the best jeans to go with your favorite tee. Nancy tells you to get dressed before she fixes your hair. She doesn’t do much, just spray a little product in it and tussle it up.

“Perfect,” she says.

You pace back and forth backstage. You’re not exactly nervous. Not about the singing, anyway. About letting your feelings channel through you in this way. It was a vulnerability you’d never shared before. Even if the audience just thought you’d picked this song because you liked it, you and your friends knew the truth.

The girl on stage now is singing Madonna and you take deep breaths to settle yourself.

“Hey.”

Nancy jumps at the voice in her ear. She turns her head to see Eddie sliding into the seat next to her. Her eyes widen comically, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at her.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here either, but do I look like a ghost or something?”

“What are you doing here?” Robin demands from the other side of Nancy. Someone in the crowd shushes her, but she doesn’t care. “You’re supposed to be at Hellfire.”

Eddie shrugs with a devious smile and Dustin plops down in the seat on the other side of him.

“His stupid campaign wiped us out in the first half hour,” Dustin says. “We remembered this was happening, so we figured we’d catch the last half.”

Max’s leg bounces nervously on Robin’s other side and Eddie notices the motion.

“What’s wrong, Red?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head at him. “Wait, where’s y/n?” he asks.

Robin leans in to whisper in Max’s ear. “Do we have time to warn her?”

“No,” Max whispers back. “She’s up next.”

“Maybe she won’t see with all the lights,” Nancy leans over to add.

Robin groans and drops her head in her hands.

The girl wraps up singing Papa Don’t Preach and the audience claps politely. The manager steps out on the stage and reads from a clipboard.

“Next up we have y/n y/l/n.”

Eddie’s jaw drops before a huge smile forms on his face. He was going to get to hear you sing again. Finally.

You step onstage and Eddie’s taken aback. He didn’t expect an elaborate outfit or anything of the sort but seeing you in a Corroded Coffin shirt took him by surprise.

The music begins and the notes tickle his brain. He knows this song. He knows that he knows it because of Chrissy, even if he can’t place it. Why would you choose this song?

You grip the mic tightly in your grip and lift it to your mouth.

“You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's going off about something that you said, ‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.”

It’s Taylor Swift, Eddie recognizes. This confuses him even further. What was it you said about her music?

“I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like, and she'll never know your story like I do.”

You feel your confidence picking up as you keep going. Looking at the audience doesn’t seem like a good idea, so you keep your eyes vague as they move across the open space in front of you. It feels good to have a microphone in your hand.

“But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.”

Eddie’s stunned to his seat. His jaw hangs open as he recalls what you said. It was like Taylor Swift took a page out of your diary and wrote a song about it. There was no mistaking what and who this song was about. Even for someone who knew how dense he could be at times.

“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me. You belong with me.”

The grin that spreads across your face is freeing. You never knew being vulnerable could feel this good. You’re sharing your heart with the people in the audience and most of them have no idea.

“Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans, I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, ‘Hey, isn't this easy?’ And you've got a smile that can light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down. You say you're fine, I know you better than that. Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?”

All three of your friends in the audience are caught between watching you work the stage like you were born for it and looking over at Eddie to gauge his reaction. Nancy notices the way his hands are gripping the armrests and she doesn’t know what that means.

“She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.”

You catch a flash of red hair in the audience, and it widens your smile. So that’s where your friends are out there. You’ll have to get a good look at them when singing the next part.

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me. You belong with me.”

There’s a small instrumental break and you take the opportunity to lower the mic and look at the row your friends are in. But your eyes catch a very familiar pair of brown ones and your veins ice over and your stomach bottoms out. Eddie’s staring at you with those eyes and they’re enough to make you melt on the spot without all the lights on you adding to the heat. You try not to let it break your stride on stage. Spinning on the sole of your shoe, you face the back of the stage to compose your face and take a deep breath. You continue. The show must go on.

“Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry. And I know your favorite songs, and you tell me 'bout your dreams. Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me.”

You realize it’s all out in the open now. The Band-Aid has been ripped off and you might as well finish the song off strong. It’s easy to find Eddie’s eyes in the audience, wide as they are, and you keep eye contact as you sing the next part.

“Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.”

Eddie isn’t fully sure he’s awake. This has to be a dream, right? He’d pinch himself if he were able to move a muscle. Your eyes boring into his and baring your soul to him. There’s pressure on the back of his eyes and a fist clenching around his heart. How long have you been hurting over this?

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor all this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me. You belong with me.”

Adrenaline is coursing through your body and you’re already worried about what’s going to happen when it wears off. You wish the song wouldn’t end so you don’t have to leave the stage and deal with whatever comes after.

“You belong with me. Have you ever thought just maybe, you belong with me? You belong with me.”

The cheers and applause are white noise to you. There’s only one other person in the room and he hasn’t moved a muscle; not even on his shocked face.

You give the crowd the best smile you can before exiting the stage. You drop the mic on a table and find the most isolated corner of the backstage that you can. Resting your head against the wall and taking big, deep breaths is all you can focus on.

Hands land gently on your shoulders, but you still jump. You spin around quickly and come face to face with the one person you no longer knew how to talk to. His big brown eyes are wide and glassy. He’s never resembled a baby cow more than he does in this moment. His mouth keeps opening and closing, as if he wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say. That makes two of you.

“I didn’t know,” he finally says.

You close your eyes and nod. “I know. I didn’t want you to.”

Eddie shakes his head. “That’s not, um. That’s not what I meant.” He squeezes his eyes closed and licks over his lips. “I didn’t know. But she did.”

Your brow pinches in confusion and you shake your head. “I don’t understand.” The last thing you thought would be happening right now is Eddie trying to explain something to you.

“When I broke up with Chrissy.” Eddie sees the wince on your face at her name and it breaks his heart. How had he never noticed before? “She knew I loved you. She said she knew from day one. That’s why I didn’t text you right after I did it. I needed to think. About how true it was.”

“And?” The word barely squeaks out of you. Every nerve in your body was on edge, awaiting his response.

“After that?” Eddie gestures to the stage. “How could I have any doubt?”

His hand cups the back of your head gently and brings your mouth against his. His other hand snakes around your waist and your arms automatically come up to encircle his neck. It’s a gentle kiss, but it gets across all the emotions floating between the two of you. Relief, joy, love, excitement, fear, to name a few.

Eddie’s lips dance across yours again and again. You pull him closer, and he gets the hint, his tongue coming out to glide across your bottom lip. You happily part your lips for him.

“Y/n y/l/n….y/n y/l/n…y/n y/l/n?”

Eddie finally realizes your name is being called and pulls back from your lips. You whine and go to chase them, but Eddie chuckles and points towards the stage.

“Babe, I think you won,” he says.

You grin, never taking your eyes off him. You cup his jaw and lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

“Oh, I know I did.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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Ghost!Robin Part 13

THE DINNER ENDS!!!!!! Dear god, I need to write something that has less than seven characters present in the currently-being-written scene. This segment will be a bit longer than most previous ones simply because I was so close to the end.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.

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“Look, I’ve faced both an evil future version of me and have had to deal with mind control.” He looked to Bruce and, serious now, said, “As soon as the Anti-Ecto Acts are repealed and the Guys in White disbanded, I will help you write those plans myself.”

Bruce gave a single nod. “Do you know what caused you to turn evil in the alternate time stream?”

Danny sighed and nodded. “Believe it or not, I cheated on a standardized exam.”

“Okay, what?” asked Tim, incredulous. “What sort of 2000s PSA life do you live? How did that lead you down the path to evil?”

Danny frowned. “I got caught, my teacher met with Jazz, my partners, and my parents at a local restaurant to discuss it. There was an explosion and the entire place blew up killing every single person I was close to. I was then sent to live with Vlad where things got worse.”

Duke let out a low whistle. “Damn. I think I’d go evil, too, under that pressure.”

Robin flew over to him and draped himself over Danny’s back, hugging him as tightly as he could. Jazz reached over and gripped his hand. He gave her a smile and squeezed back.

Bruce nodded. “But it sounds like a future that is unlikely to happen again.”

“Grandpa says the same thing. And since he’s the Ghost of Time, I try to believe him.”

Tim made a noise of agreement. “Be glad you have that assurance. I’ve an evil future self as well. He’s such an asshole.”

Danny forced a laugh, recognizing the attempt at levity. “I’m sure. How’d you get yours to go away?”

He shrugged. “The obvious way. Threatened to kill myself so I could never grow up into him.”

Dick spluttered from his spot next to Damian. “I’m sorry, you did what? Tim! How could you?”

Tim shrugged. “Better than having an evil, gun-using Batman running around.”

Bruce was now sitting with his head in his hands. The rest of the table also started yelling at Tim, the references and names making no sense to Danny who looked over to Jazz. She just shrugged at him.

Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “At least your in-laws won’t be too freaked out when weird things happen around you.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Honestly, I’m glad this is how the evening ended. It means no more secrets between Jason and me.”

“Guys, enough!” shouted Tim. “Look, I’m fine. This happened ages ago. But I promise I’ll update my incident report so you can all snoop on it later. Now, if you’ve all forgotten, we have guests. And ones who can help us with our League troubles. Danny, you had questions about the Lazarus pits?”

“Yeah, uh, you said it can be used to heal people? How does that work?” To Jason, he added, “And how did you interact with it?”

“I was dunked in it,” said Jason with a shrug. “After I’d been revived. I wasn’t in my right mind and Damian’s mom thought it might help.”

Robin nodded and signed something.

Dick translated for the ghost. “Baby Jason says the pit tied him and Big Jason together, but also prevented them from actually combining into one person again.”

Danny looked between them. “You were submerged in a pool of bubbling ectoplasm? How the hell did that not kill you? That shouldn’t be possible for a human. I doubt it’d be good for a ghost!” No wonder his future brother-in-law was split in two. That was probably the best that could be expected.

Danny hadn’t even realized how hard he was projecting concern until Robin trilled back at him to calm him down. Danny took a deep breath and pulled in his aura. “Sorry, Robin. I do think I’d like to get you both in to see my doctor as soon as possible, though.”

Jazz cleared her throat. “We can discuss that at home.”

Bruce stared at him. “Do you think they can help Jason?”

Danny shrugged. “He knows the most about ghost-human hybrids of anyone. If anything can be done, he’ll know.”

“I will go with you,” Bruce said.

Danny immediately shook his head. “Nope. I won’t bring anyone from Earth into the Realms until the Anti-Ecto acts are repealed. And only Jason can invite people to his private medical check up.”

Steph pouted. “But Jason is from Earth. Sure, he’s got some weird thing going on, but why does he get to go exploring other dimensions?”

“Cause he’s dead. He belongs to the Infinite Realms just as much as he belongs to Earth. I’m not gonna block someone from accessing their home.”

“I’m not dead!” yelled Jason. “I’m alive.”

Danny winced. He’d have to talk to Jazz about that. Death wasn’t really a thing that could be recovered from. Not fully. But it wasn’t his place to tell Jason he was still dead if he wasn’t ready to hear that. Jazz or Frostbite could have that conversation. “Of course you’re alive. And Earth is your home, too. But you’ve got one in the Realms if you ever need or want it. Think of it like dual citizenship.”

“I don’t want it.”

Danny sighed. “Look, then the part of you that is manifesting as Robin has a place there and you two can’t be separated so you’re allowed to follow him. It’s the only way I’ll be able to get you in to see the best doctor to help you out.”

“Jason,” Jazz spoke gently and rested her hand on his forearm, “you’re still alive. Nothing about your situation has changed. You just have some more information and more help. Which is a good thing.”

Jason frowned and didn’t answer, choosing instead to glare at his dinner plate.

No one else spoke up until Alfred cleared his throat. “Well, I believe that we should wrap the conversation up here. We’ve all received quite a lot of information and will need some time to review it and consider our next steps.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I think— Wait, um, before we end this, would you have a sample of the Lazarus Water I could take to Frostbite?” At the confused looks he was given, he added, “The doctor I mentioned. I think it’d help him figure out how best to help Jason and Robin.”

Bruce exchanged looks Danny couldn’t interpret with Damian and Tim before speaking. “We’ll have to discuss it. Would we be able to give you our answer in two days? At the very least, we’d like to have the report from your friend first.”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. The sooner the better, though. I’ll call Tucker on the way to Jazz and Jason’s. We’ll put something together for you tonight. I’m not sure exactly how long it’ll take, though. Depends on how much sleep Tuck’s running on.”

Bruce merely nodded.

Dick laughed and got to his feet. “Well, it’s been an absolute pleasure getting to know you. Welcome to the craziness of the Wayne family. It sounds like Jazz and you will fit right in. Let me walk you out.”

His words seemed to be a signal to the rest of the family. Most of whom also rushed over to try and insist on walking them out.

Until Jason shouted, “Enough! We don’t need a crowd to follow us to Jazz’s car. You can say goodbye from here just as easily.”

Dick pouted but acquiesced. Only after pulling Jason into a hug, though. Jason forced Dick to let him go only for Robin to rush in and take his place to Dick’s delight. After separating, they signed something to each other that had Jason blushing and scowling.

And then Dick moved on to hug Jazz, then Danny. “Come back anytime,” he told Danny. “Whether or not those two are with you. B meant it when he said you would have a room here.”

But then Steph was pushing Dick to the side to give Danny a hug as well. “What’s your phone number? I so want whatever blackmail you get on Jason. And I’ll share some of what I have.”

Danny laughed, but did agree to exchange numbers before the Duke was in front of him.

“Dude, you have to come by more often. It’s so annoying being the only meta around here.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Danny promised.

When Tim came over, he insisted on adding both Danny and Jazz to some of the family group chats. “If you give me your sister’s number, I’ll add her in, too.”

Jazz shook her head. “We’ll have to confirm she wants to be added in first. And ask her if she’d like an introduction to Superboy.”

“His name’s Kon. Kon-El. I’ll message him tonight, too. I’m sure he’d love to meet her.”

“Dani will say yes,” said Danny, “but she doesn’t always reply right away. We’ll let you know as soon as we hear from her.”

Then Tim was being pushed aside by Barbara who wanted to make sure he knew how to send them the information about ghosts and the Realms. And Cass was waving goodbye.

Bruce was the last of the group to approach them. “Remember, if you ever need a place to stay or want to lay low, you can come here any time. Even if you just want a warm meal. Your sister as well.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” said Jazz. “We do really appreciate that. You don’t have to offer it.”

“But I want to. Jason…” he trailed off before trying again. “I would like it if you kept me informed with any updates to your condition.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Right, because you want to know how much of a liability I am.”

If anything, Bruce’s face became more closed off at those words. “That’s not… Hn.”

Robin rolled his eyes, somehow visible despite his mask, and flew over to hug Bruce around the waist. Danny couldn’t make sense of the expression Bruce wore as he looked down at the ghost and though his arms twitched, he didn’t return the hug.

Alfred smoothly stepped forward before anyone could say anything. “Well, now that the goodbyes have all been said, I will walk you four out.”

Jason shook his head. “You don’t have to, Alfie. I know the way.”

“Of course you do, Master Jason. But I insist. We’ll stop by the kitchens and I’ll send you home with leftovers.”

Danny tried to hide his smile as Jason merely turned and walked in the direction of the kitchens. It seemed no one argued against Alfred. Once in the kitchens, they were given so much food to take home it required all three to carry it, then Alfred was leading them out a side door which brought them to the drive where Jazz’s car was parked.

Jazz nudged him and nodded her head towards the car. Danny nodded and followed her in while Jason, Alfred, and Robin remained outside to talk for a minute.

Danny took the back seat and met Jazz’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

She gave him a wry smile and said, “What a night, huh?”

Danny snickered before bursting out into full-on laughter, Jazz joining a breath behind him.

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Tim totally spilled the beans about Gun Batman to get people distracted from Danny. He's just being a good new friend.

I'm thinking I'll put this on a temporary hiatus as I work through how I want arc two to go. I know the story beats, but the pacing will absolutely have to change. Not gonna spend 16k words on a single evening again! (Did you guys realize it was that long? I certainly did. XP) In the meantime, I'll keep working on Bring Me Home and rewriting the Wrong Number AU.

Bonus points to anyone who can guess my favorite line from this segment!

And sorry for not replying to comments on the post from two weeks ago. I got caught up in irl stuff and wasn't able to get around to it.

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eeunoia · 11 months

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag — psh.

chapter one

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

pairings: park sunghoon x oc

word count: 3k

warnings: a contains violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: i didn’t proof read this lol, anywayy ask are open for your messages. thank you so much for reading.

here ‹ prelude | chapter two › here

Tonight is the night before your flight for the said business trip your boss has told you. Everything was set already. Accomodation for two weeks, your passport and the things you packed for the whole thing is all prepared.The only thing that you forgot was to tell your boyfriend about it. It was kind of your fault since you’ve kept missing the chance of breaking the news to him. He’s also pretty busy lately, always out with either his friends or officemates.

You snapped back to reality when you heard the beeping sound of your apartment door. Worried, but also excited to see your boyfriend again after two days, you jumped off from your seat to come greet him. The two of you decided you’ll have dinner together tonight to make up with days you didn’t spend time with one another.

You imagined the two of you enjoying your dinner, talking about the past days of your lives that you missed, catching up with one another and just moments you will share intimately as a couple. But all of that came crumbling down your feet when you saw him entering drunk.

“Are you drunk?” your words falls from your lips even before your mind can process it.

He smiles and it was enough to tell that he’s so not himself right now. Even if he can walk by his own, his mind is surely intoxicated by alcohol. He reeks off alcohol that made you furrow your brows that it upsets you.

“I cannot believe that you are drunk right now! We said we will have dinner tonight.” you didn’t even bother helping him take his shoes off. You crossed your arm and stare at him with disappointed look.

“I’m not...” he stalls with his words. “...drunk.” he top it off with a hiccup. You rolled your eyes and walked towards the dining table where all the cooked food were neatly placed.

“Wait, babe. Don’t be mad.” he even tries to come after you, shaking his head a bit like it will solve everything.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. “It was a rough week in the office and everyone wants to go out for a few drinks. I couldn’t decline because I don’t want to seem like I’m killing the fun and not being there for them.” he continued to blabber and almost all of his words were familiar. His reasons seams like it has been repeated. It was honestly tiring even for you.

“Please don’t be mad. I made it. I’m here already.” he smiles and walks over to you. He leans in and you tried not to move away to make him upset. The strong smell of alcohol clearly insinuates that he didn’t have just a few drinks, but you didn’t comment on that. Instead you let him place a chaste kiss over your cheeks once.

“Okay. Take a sit so we can eat. I’ll serve you a soup to help you shake off the alcohol in you.” he seems fine with it, the smile on his face remained as he walks over to his sit.

You stood up and started taking care of your boyfriend while thinking of a way you can open up the thing about your trip. Its tomorrow already and even if you two have days you don’t meet each other, your boyfriend hates it whenever you go far from him. It was seriously a redflag, but since you aren’t really into going out of the country anymore, it was a non-argument matter. You just leave it as it is for the sake of the relationship.

“Here,” you placed it in front of him as you told him to dig up.

You start to slowly eat too, not really enjoying it. A part of you are still upset for him showing up drunk, another part are nervous. A very big chance of him getting upset about it was already expected by you, but he cannot do anything about it.

“Oh, right..” your eyes looks up to him when he suddenly talked after taking a sip from his soup.

You looked at him with anticipation.

“I’m quitting my job.” he dropped it like he was just announcing you that he will get a haircut.

Your hold to your utensils loosen as you try to process what he just said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m quitting my job. I submit my resignation letter today.” and then he casually went back to his soup.

You have no words. You don’t know what to say or if you have the energy to say something. He is really not the type to exert effort into something. Countless times he has done this already. Quitting his job out of nowhere, depending on you.

“Why? I thought you’re doing great.”

He swallows first and shrugs his shoulder, unbothered. “I can’t stand my boss. He’s too cocky and he always just see wrong in everything I do. It’s like he just targets me without any sense. You will not understand!” he even waves his hand like as an act of dismissing the topic.

“Then how are you suppose to pay for your rent? Your bills and food?”

His head lifts up and he mindlessly roams his eyes around your apartment.

“I can crash here for the mean time.” he says, “You wouldn’t let your boyfriend sleep on the streets, right? Come on, Ae.” he gave you this pitiful look on his face.

“You can’t be serious, Luke.” when you said those words, you saw how his expression changed.

He looked utterly pissed with the way you said those words to him.

“Don’t act all might just because you are enjoying your work! It won’t be too long, just until I find another work.”

You shut your eyes for a while and slowly lets go of your utensils then brush some of your hair away from your face. Here you thought you will have some time you can enjoy and let out your stress about work and your parents, only to be slapped with another set of problems.

“Okay.” you says since its not like he gave you other choice. He’s your boyfriend and you know you don’t have the will to let him leave in the streets.

“Thank you, babe. I promise I will make it up to you!” he sounded so giddy after securing a spot on your apartment.

“Can you drive me tomorrow?” your eyes dropped to your food, avoiding his gaze because you can feel yourself feeling worried about how he will react.

“Sure! To where?”

“The airport.” you gulped and raised your head to look at him. His brows furrowed out of confusion then he tilts his head.

“To the airport? Why?” he already have an idea in his mind, he’s not that dumb. But he wanted to hear it from you because he can’t believe it. He doesn’t even want to believe. You hate going out of the country.

“My boss is sending me there for a business trip and seminar—” the clash of his spoon to his bowl interrupted you.

“Your boss?” he scoffed. “If I know he’s just using that as an excuse to spend time with you. Is that how you get promotions?” his accusation made your stomach twist. The words coming out from his mouth just don’t make sense to you. He is being unreasonable and you are feeling so upset about it.

“Don’t even go there! You know how hard I work for this job!” your voice raised that made him annoyed. It shouldn’t be like this, but because of all the things going on lately you’re mentally can’t deal with it in a calm way.

He stood up, smashing the table. “Yeah, right.” and with that he grabs his things before heading towards the door of your apartment.

“Go drive yourself tomorrow.” he sarcastically uttered before he slammed it close behind his back.

You rest your head on the back of your hand while feeling so stressed. The night was ruined and you have no idea where did it take turn. It was suppose to be a great dinner.

After letting yourself space out and process things up, you decided to be the more mature in the relationship.

“Hey, Luke. Uhm,” you sighs and gently massaged your temple while you leave a message in his voice mails. “I’m sorry if I just told you about the trip. I promise that I will be alone there and my boss will be here so there’s nothing to worry about, babe. I know you’re probably stressed up about work too, I shouldn’t have shouted. Call me, love you.”

You stared at your phone for a couple of minutes. The picture of you and your boyfriend looked cute, but for some reasons you can’t feel anything special from it. Luke has been your boyfriend for a year and its fun with him. He’s goofy and caring. He might lack at some point, but you love him. And he loves you. It’s just normal for couples to argue from time to time.

You almost didn’t get any sleep because of it. The next morning, you did drove yourself to the airport after not receiving and calls nor messages from Luke. Maybe he’s really upset and mad about it. While waiting for your flight, you fidget with your phone hoping he will call or anything. Your heart feels a little heavy thinking that you will be away from him for tqo weeks and you had a fight before leaving.

When you are asked to board the plane already, your feet felt heavy every step you take. Before handing your ticket to a staff, your head craned to look over your shoulder. No familiar sight of your boyfriend anywhere. Right there you are slightly wishing for a movie like scene where the main lead guy will come running for the girl main lead then they will hug and kiss. None of that happened.

While sitting on your seat, a small idea occupies your mind unknowingly.

‘Is he not the main lead on your story? Is Luke not the one for you?’

A week later.

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched as he stepped on the accelerator of his car. His mind blank and his grip on the steering wheel was tight, continuously cursing people silently.

His eyes darted at his phone when he saw his friend’s caller id flashing.

“Hello.” he lazily answered.

“Where you are right now, Hoon?” it was Jake.

“On my way.” he responded before swiftly checking his side mirrors if there’s any vehicle behind. Once he’s clear, he steps on speed again to pass the cars in front of him.

He clicks something to his phone, “Ni-ki, update on Jungwon’s location.”

“Sending it to you as we speak, hyung.” the younger one says from the other line.

He didn’t replied and so Ni-ki talked. “Hyung are you using your sports car again? Make sure to park a few blocks away from the warehouse! Your car is so loud I can hear it from the other street.” he complains.

Sunghoon hears chuckles from the call, probably from their other friends that are connected right now and listening. He smirks and click his tongue to the side of his cheeks.

“I can be as loud as I can if I want because I will make sure none of them will walk out alive from that fucking warehouse.”

“Yeah yeah, just get here faster hyung.” Ni-ki teased him.

“I can’t believe they think they can get rid of Jungwon hyung this easily? We are given brains for a reason.” Ni-ki blabbers that made his other hyung chuckle.

Sunghoon smirks as he made a turn towards a more secluded part of the town. Soon no facilities or houses are seen, this time its more trees and fewer street lights. Its surely a perfect spot to take someone and torture them without getting interrupted by anyone.

“I don’t know, Ni-ki. I feel like you will do the same if it were for your girl.” Sunghoon says taunting him.

Jake chuckles lightly and shakes his head while listening to the two. It was a normal thing already.

“Whatever hyung! At least I don’t search for someone you aren’t sure if she truly exists.” that was a button you shouldn’t push with Sunghoon.

Even before he can say something, Sunoo went in between.

“Enough bickering both of you. Geez, you act like kids all the time. We’re in the middle of something serious here.” they can almost see him rolling his eyes.

“Thanks, Sunoo.” Jake grins.

“Where are you, Sun?” Sunghoon says as he slows down his car after noticing that he’s getting closer to the pinned location Ni-ki sent him.

“I’m here already, hyung. Hurry up.”

“Almost there.” he stops his car and went to the back of it. He opens the back to get his gun. One big gun, sniper use. Then one small gun that have a silencer, incase he needed something more convenient.

“Finally,” Ni-ki whispers. “I thought you forgot how map works and you got lost.”

Sunghoon raised his fist and act like he will hit Ni-ki, but the younger one already pulled Jake to shield him. It was funny because he was taller from the latter and so Sunghoon can still clearly hit him.

“You two stop it. Jay and Heeseung already sneaks inside. Sunghoon hyung you need to go and find your spot.” Sunoo.

He nods and approached Ni-ki to give him a slight pinch to his ears when he saw someone walking out from the warehouse.

“Don’t move, Riki,” he instructs and quickly rest his hand holding the gun at Ni-ki’s shoulder.

One click to his gun and he didn’t miss. The man fell to the ground lifeless without any of his alliance knowing.

“Nice shot.” Jake compliments.

“Thanks.” and he starts moving inside to go at a higher place for better view of the warehouse.

Thankfully, he find a ladder that leads towards an upper part of it. The moment he carefully made his way to go look down to what’s happening, he saw Sangwon beating up Jungwon. Not just him, he’s surrounded by a lot of guys.

“Do you have eyes on the target?” Jake talks on their intercom.

“Target lock.” he whispers and points the gun to Sangwon.

“Should I kill him on the spot?”

“No. At least give that honor to the love birds.” Ni-ki stated and he can hear grunts from him. Seems like he’s taking care of the people outside.

“Okay. Give me a signal, Jake.”

He waits patiently even though his hand were already itching to pull the trigger and send a bullet straight to his head. The sight of his friend being beaten up surely isn’t pleasant to watch to.

“Now.”

After hearing that, Sunghoon effortlessly sniped Sangwon and some of the guys around Jungwon. The baffled look over Shaun and Mr. Cha’s face made them look even more stupid for Hoon. It didn’t made him feel any better or made his mood lighter. If anything, he’s starting to feel bored and want to end them all at once.

When he saw Jay and his Heeseung hyung getting in the scene, he leans over a metal railing then silently watch. He’s so sure his presence are still unknown by the masterminds, but he doesn’t care. This is usually what Sunghoon enjoys. He love it whenever his target are unaware of the danger that awaits them.

In the mafia world, there’s also a food chain. The most influential and powerful mafias are at the top of it or what they call predators, while the ones beneath them are like their preys. And Sunghoon’s a predator. He’s definitely and no doubt a predator, hunting for its prey. He loves it. He loves being at the top of the food chain.

“Why don’t you get down here and join us, Hoon?” Jake asks.

“I can perfectly see you guys from up here.” he says before letting out a sigh.

“Besides, I’m very pissed right now so if I go down there, I might take the spotlight an kill them on the spot. They ruined my vacation.” he added.

Jake chuckles, clearly know what he’s referring to. He was about to leave the country for his vacation, in other term to go search for this girl. It was already known around their friend group.

“Hyung, for a correction, you aren’t on a vacation. You’re on a hunt.” Ni-ki teased.

“Fuck you Nishimura. Who even agreed to take you here?”

“Heeseung hyung did! And besides, I was the one who searched for Sangwon’s whereabouts.”

“I sniped him down.” Sunghoon says like as if challenging the younger one.

It would’ve been yet another unstoppable bickering, but thankfully Sunoo manages to stop them. They all took care of the situation and Sunghoon silently withdraws from the scene.

“Boss.” he hold his phone near his ears while puffing smoke from his cigarette. He’s leaning over his car, trying to relax himself.

“Ready my plane, Icarus. We’re flying tonight.” he instructed his assistant before ending the call and tossing the cigarette to the floor.

He opens his car’s door and swiftly puts some of his stuff inside.

“Leaving already?” his head snaps to the side and saw his friend.

“Yeah. I have to go somewhere.”

Jake nods his head. “Jungwon’s beaten badly and got shot, but he will be fine.”

Sunghoon smirks, “He should be. He owes me one.” he says. They both chuckle and even without saying it, they knew this is something they will always do in a heart beat.

“I will go visit Jungwon, but I’ll take my leave for now. Just do the honor of informing our friends.” Sunghoon says and went closer to give Jake a dap.

“Oh don’t worry, dude. I’m sure they already know even if I don’t say it.” and he grins.

“Whatever.” and he went inside his car.

“Go find her.”

“I will.” he answers confidently and drove away from his friend, with a small hope inside his heart that this time, he will find you.

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Waste Of Time - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [1/2]

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Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You can't stop reminiscing your relationship with Jake despite your break up.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, Jake being a dick, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.9k

Song inspiration : Things I Wish You Said by Sabrina Carpenter

Sitting on your bed, you’re holding your phone in front of you with Jake’s contact picture on the screen. You’re so excited to talk to him again that you have a big smile on your face. You’re currently on deployment so you haven’t been able to communicate properly with your boyfriend for the past few days.

After a few seconds, Jake’s face appears and you see he’s sitting on his couch.

“Hey, I’m sorry for not calling earlier, it’s crazy out here.” you apologise.

“Don’t worry, I totally get how complicated it can be to call.”

“Anyway, what’s up?”

“Not much, it’s pretty calm.” Jake says before avoiding your gaze. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I… Look,” he nervously starts and you stand up, fearing what’s about to come next, “I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna rip the bandage off; we should break up.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“It’s not you, I swear, it’s me.”

“What kind of bullshit is this?” you say, angry and confused. “Everything is fine between us. I don’t understand why you want to break up. Did I do something?”

“No, like I said, it’s not you. I just want to focus on my career and-”

“And what? I’m some kind of distraction? You can’t be in a relationship and work like a big boy?” you retort, annoyed.

“You’re mad and I understand it but it’s for the better.” Jake calmly replies which makes you even angrier.

“Clearly.”

“Y/N, you’re a good person, I don’t want you to doubt it for one second.”

Jake’s sentence should bring you some kind of comfort and yet, it just makes you turn on him even more. You don’t even look at your phone anymore, a million emotions going through your head. You don’t know if you’re more devastated or mad. Understanding it’s of no use to insist, Jake sighs before talking one last time:

“I’m gonna leave you alone now.”

You glance at your phone again, waiting for Jake to say something else and yet, nothing comes. Jake doesn’t even add a “I’m sorry” before hanging up, leaving you in your bedroom alone and in a heavy silence. You keep your eyes on your phone, still in shock by what just happened. You can’t grasp it.

You met Jake four months ago and everything happened so quickly, but you both didn’t mind it. Some people tried to warn you by telling you about his reputation with women, nevertheless you ignored them. You and Jake clicked instantly and that’s what mattered. And also, you’re not going to lie, he knew how to get you hooked in one conversation. You felt like it was the same for him, that Jake was as attached to you as you were to him, now, you have some doubts. What bothers you the most is that your relationship was becoming more serious - until now. You were seeing each other whenever you could, you even talked about owning a house together. You had begun to imagine a future together and with just one phone call, Jake threw it all away.

That night, you don’t shed a tear. You tell yourself you made this phone call up. Though, the next morning, once you wake up without Jake’s usual morning text wishing you a good day, you realise it was, indeed, real and you break down the second you come home from work. Never had your heart known such heartbreak, it didn't see it coming.

Five months passed since this sinister call. Every night, your last conversation is stuck in your head, you think back to your relationship with Jake, searching for what you could have done wrong and the more you think about it, the more you realise you always put more energy in this relationship than Jake did. Now, you consider yourself stupid for hoping for something beautiful when you had been warned that Jake couldn’t commit to someone. You thought you were different. You are not. You find yourself even more pathetic because Jake is always in your head. Even when he’s not with you anymore, he still manages to make you waste your time.

Tonight is another proof of it. You ran into Jake at a Navy event. Unfortunately for you, you saw Jake there and now, here you are, laying on your bed, thinking back to him and this event and more specifically the moment you saw him in the parking lot when you left the party, a moment that won’t leave your mind for the next several days.

You went to this event without much conviction. You were accompanied by your new friend Scott whom you had met during your last mission.

At first, you didn’t want to be here, then you saw Jake and the second you recognised his laugh from the other end of the room, you wanted to run far away from the get-together. Scott, always a good friend, stayed by your side and distracted you. He even managed to make you laugh, although internally, your heart was breaking all over again. You didn’t talk to Jake all night. In fact, you didn’t even get close to him, you avoided him like the plague. You did until it was socially acceptable to leave the party. The second the evening began to wind down, you wanted to bolt far away from this place. While you were walking to your car, you found yourself face to face with Jake. At first, you both stood there, looking into each other’s eyes without talking and then, as you weren’t ready to confront him, you started to walk away to your vehicle when Jake held you back.

“Can we talk, please?”

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Jake.” you had told, on your guard.

“Yeah, I imagine talking to me is the last thing you want to do but I need to tell you something.”

“You said more than enough last time.” you had declared, turning on your heel to go in the opposite direction to him.

“Actually, I didn’t say enough. You deserve an apology.”

At his sentence, you turned to him, surprised. Getting an apology from Jake was the last thing you expected. You stood in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest as a way to show him you wouldn’t let him get under your skin so easily - when in reality, this felt like doing something impossible.

“I’m sorry I left you in the dark when I broke things off. I’m sorry I pulled the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. It wasn’t fair to you. And I’m…” Jake had sighed, “you deserve a real apology, better than this one, though I had to, at least, tell you this. Maybe I’m going too far but I’d be happy to make it up to you correctly by meeting each other someday soon.”

“Jake, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” you had refused, looking down for a second. “But thanks for what you just told me, it’s always nice to hear it.”

Following your sentence, you thought the conversation was over so you took out your car keys from your purse when Jake’s voice resonated in the parking lot once more:

“Is it because of the guy you were with tonight that you turned me down? Have you guys been together for a long time?”

“Scott? He’s just a friend.”

“The way he made you laugh…,” Jake had scoffed, “it didn’t feel like you were just being friends.”

“And yet, there is nothing between us.” you had replied, defensive. “And anyway, why does it bother you so much? We’re not together anymore, do I have to remind you this was your decision?”

“And it was a dumb decision. I miss you so damn much!” He had exclaimed with a guilty look on his face. “God, you have no idea. Everything reminds me of you. The second one of your favourite artists is on the radio, I can still picture you singing the lyrics with a huge smile on your face. What I wouldn’t do to see that smile again!” he had added more softly. “Even now, I always reach for your leg over there on your side of the car then I realise you’re not here anymore because I fucked up. I’m watching everything that you do, every achievement you make, I make sure to know them. I’ve always known you were a damn good pilot but you keep impressing me. I should’ve realised the chance I had when I was with you before ruining it. I can’t move on, I can’t even stomach loving somebody else beside you.” Jake had confessed, taking a step towards you.

As soon as you saw him getting closer, you couldn’t help but look at his lips, oh, how you’ve missed those lips so much! Looking at him more carefully, you also noticed he wanted to touch you, too. Several times, his hands had almost reached over for yours, nonetheless he held himself back, not wanting to ruin anything with you by acting impulsively. Listening to Jake’s confession almost made you fall for him again and forget about the pain he caused you. Though, you stayed silent, knowing that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t know how to resist him. With a desperate voice, Jake tried to go all in by stating one last time:

“I swear if you gave me one last chance, I would do better for you. I will be the man you deserve, I won’t break your heart. I learned from my mistakes, I promise.”

“Jake, you hurt me.” you had said with a weak voice.

“I get it but if you ever were to change your mind, I’d always be free. Again, I’m sorry.”

With this last apology, Jake left you alone and you got in your car with teary eyes. You hold them back until you left the parking lot.

Unfortunately, this is not what happened.

You did run into Jake in the parking lot but he stayed silent. At one point, you thought he was about to say something nevertheless he just walked away, a guilty look on his face.

And here you are now, in your bed, fantasising about things you wish he said to you. Despite the break up five months ago, you’re still desperate for his love. Despite the pain he caused you, you yearn for his apologies, but especially you wish he’d still want you and even if in the scenario you made up, you refused to see Jake again, you know that once you would have gone home, you would have called him and said yes. You still love him and you wish you didn’t. He’s still playing with your feelings when he’s not even talking to you anymore. Your heart conspires against you by torturing you and making you long for a Jake who would know how to fix his mistakes and be the man you deserve. Yet, it’s of no use. Jake will never change and if he came back, it’d be just to play with your feelings before leaving you hanging again. You waste your time on idiotic things. It’s a waste of time to hope for him to change, it’s a waste of time to think of things he never said and things he’ll never say to you. Jake is a waste of time and you’re mad at yourself for dedicating so much time of your life for a man who stopped thinking about you a long time ago. You just hope one day you’ll be able to feel lighter, away from Jake and your feelings for him.

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Gotcha! | y.j.h

Summary: Jeonghan loves pranks, creating chaos and mischief, and you love it too, but one day he goes too far, and he’s unsure how to fix it because how do you fix a broken heart?

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works Word Count: 3249 words

Pairings: Jeonghan x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and angst, sort of idol AU, not in detail, but it does mention that Cheol is a leader and Jeonghan has members. Content Warnings: Angst and fluff, a bit of fighting, Jeonghan cries, Y/N cries. Jeonghan sprains his foot and drowns his foot. Mention of food (Y/N stress bakes)

Authors Note: Thank you, my soulmate @here4btsfics, for beta'ing this and helping me figure out the ending too!! 💕 Thank you so much to @onlyseokmins for listening to me babble, reading over a bit of the fic, and helping me with the flow! Finally, thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over too!! ✨

Jeonghan grinned. His newest prank was all set. He’d been priming you for it, and tonight he was pulling out the big guns. This would be the most epic thing if he pulled it off.

Jeonghan tucked his phone away when he heard the front door open and resumed ‘sulking’ on the couch by the window. He heard you kick off your shoes, put down your bag and put your keys in the bowl on top of the shoe rack.

“Hi, I’m home,” you greeted, sitting next to Jeonghan on the couch.

Jeonghan grunted in response, and you took a breath and placed a hand on his knee, but he didn’t bother to look at you.

“Babe. I even got your favourite cake from the bakery!” You said excitedly, trying to get his attention.

Crap, Jeonghan thought. His favourite cake was from a bakery on the other side of town, which meant you went there in the cold. Granted, you had a car, but it was still an inconvenience, and you went out of your way to get it.

“Shall I grab a couple of forks, and we can dig in?” You suggested, and Jeonghan shook his head.

“Oh! I know we haven’t had much ‘us’ time, and you said you wanted to spend more time together so that we can do just that. I took the next two days off work and looked up the weather if you wanted to drive out and enjoy the winter!”

You didn’t know what caused the shift in your relationship, but Jeonghan was distant, unavailable and curt for the past week. There were times when Jeonghan would suddenly pull away before planning and pulling off some grandiose prank, but this time, it felt different. Usually, he’d keep up a facade for a day or two, but this time it was a week. He’d even pull away from your touch at times.

You weren't sure if it was work or other personal stress, but he seemed fine when he was alone and when he came back from work, he was fine. The only time the grin would be wiped off his face would be when you were around.

You were the common denominator. You were why Jeonghan was distant.

“Hannie, what’s wrong?” You asked, and with how weak and broken your voice sounded, Jeonghan wanted to stop and abandon his plan, but he just had a couple of lines to say, and then he knew you two would one day laugh over it.

“Y/N, we should talk.”

You felt like your heart stopped, and your blood ran cold. That sentence was never good, and you felt like a fool. All the signs were right there, yet you ignored them, and now everything was unravelling.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster, not trusting your voice.

“I think. There’s no easy way to do this, but we need to break up.”

You didn’t know words could inflict so much pain until Jeonghan said those words. It felt like he ripped you apart.

“Is there anything I can do to fix it?” You mumbled, your voice breaking, and Jeonghan felt even worse, but he was determined to see this prank through.

“I just don’t love you the way I once did,” Jeonghan lied, and you took a sharp breath and let out a broken chuckle.

“Well, I guess there’s no fixing that,” you mumbled, getting up and trying to keep your emotions in check as you paced to your bedroom.

It all made sense, the distancing, the curt responses, the annoyed glances. You were trying so hard to love a man who was done. How could you be so blind? Simple. You loved him, it made you blind, and he didn’t.

Jeonghan was in the living room for over 30 minutes when he decided to finally go into the bedroom and reveal his grand plan and laugh, telling you all about his dumb prank. He had a massive grin on his face that was wiped off the minute he opened the bedroom door and saw a suitcase on the bed.

“Baby?” Jeonghan called out, seeing you emerge from the bathroom with your belongings.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asked, panicked.

You stared at him, confused, your eyes red and sore from crying.

“I’m moving out. You broke up with me. I don’t want to be here if you don’t love me,” you mumbled, and Jeonghan swore he could hear his heart shatter.

“No, no. Oh my god. No, you misunderstood,” Jeonghan rambled as he moved to hold your wrists gently.

“What?”

“Baby. Uh. This was a prank. I just wanted to do something a little more intense,” Jeonghan answered lamely, making your eyes widen.

“Yoon Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan froze. You never called him his full name, even if you were upset.

“Baby, it was meant to be funny, I was going to come in here and joke and laugh, and we’d be fine,” Jeonghan rambled.

“You sure as hell committed to it, a week of near silence from you. You committed so much to it that I didn’t even question it,” you fumed, your voice low and calm, and honestly, it scared Jeonghan.

“Baby. I had to commit, you know,” Jeonghan said nervously, trying to joke, and you glared at him.

“Are you trying to be funny?” You asked.

“Baby, it was a joke,” Jeonghan repeated, and you pulled away from him and threw your remaining things into the suitcase.

“The fact that you could even think I’d find this funny. I know you’re playful and mischievous, but this? This was low and cruel, and fuck, I don’t care if you were joking, you broke my heart Jeonghan, and I don’t know if I can be with someone who finds that funny!” You cried out.

“Baby. No, please. What does that mean?” Jeonghan asked, and you sighed.

“You found it so easy, but even if all you wanted to do was prank me, you still broke my heart. I need space. I need time apart from you because I don’t know if I can be with someone who finds my love for them something to toy with,” you explained, and you saw Jeonghan’s eyes water and his lips quiver.

“Don’t fight me on this. I need space from you, Jeonghan, because right now, prank or not, you’re still the guy who broke my heart,” you said as you went back into the bathroom to collect more of your belongings.

Jeonghan nodded and slowly left the bedroom, glancing at your suitcase. How did a prank misfire this badly, and that too, on him? How did a breakup prank become a reality?

“You did what?” Jeonghan cringed, pulling the phone away from his ear when Seungkwan yelled at him.

He could hear the ruckus and scuffling of the other members. He could hear Mingyu complaining about how you always baked sweet treats.

“Hyung, that’s messed up,” a deeper voice commented.

“Wonwoo. I know. I just don’t know what to do,” Jeonghan answered lamely.

“We’re coming over, Shua and I. I’ll text her to find out if she’s safe,” Seungcheol stated, the voice of reason in such moments.

“She is. She’s at her friends' place. She texted me,” Jeonghan added, grateful that you even updated him. You had no obligation to do so, he broke your heart, but you’d always been the more gracious one in the relationship.

“We’ll be over in a bit,” Seungcheol said before hanging up.

Jeonghan sat on the couch looking despondently. You were indeed too good for him. That’s all he could think. Even though he broke your heart, you still told him that you were safe, and you even told him to sleep well, but how could he? How could he sleep well when he didn’t have you to hold in his arms?

“It’s open,” Jeonghan mumbled from the couch when he heard the knocking on the door.

In the last half hour, Jeonghan had torn himself apart. Dissecting everything he ever did in his two years of being your boyfriend, he was an utter mess and hated the fact that he felt upset and like he wanted a hug. He was in this predicament because of something he chose to do. He had no one to blame but himself.

“So, a breakup prank?” Seungcheol asked the second he entered the apartment, and Joshua simply stared at Jeonghan, disappointed.

Seungcheol and Joshua sat across from Jeonghan and stared at him until Jeonghan sighed and explained his so-called elaborate plan.

“So, at no point did you think this would be a bad idea?” Joshua asked.

“Of course I did. Especially when I told her that we should talk,” Jeonghan admitted feeling extremely foolish.

“So why go on with it? If you knew it was going to hurt her?” Joshua probed, and Jeonghan fell silent. No reason or excuse would ever justify what he did.

“I get that you take pranks and causing chaos seriously, but sometimes it goes too far,” Seungcheol started to say, and Jeonghan nodded shamefully.

“She deserves so much more,” Jeonghan mumbled, making both men roll their eyes.

“Nope, we’re not enabling your pity party. You did something stupid, but you love each other and have been an amazing boyfriend. You just did something incredibly dumb,” Joshua reasoned.

“I miss her,” Jeonghan confessed, and both men shrugged. The urge to hug and coddle Jeonghan was something they were both fighting because they needed to kick some sense into him.

“Okay. We get that, but you need to fix this because right now, you committed so much to the prank that maybe she thinks a small part of you did want to end things,” Seungcheol suggested.

“Also, she could feel insecure because if you can joke about breaking up so easily, she might wonder how much she means to you, especially if you can make light of something so serious,” Joshua added.

“Should I go see her?” Jeonghan asked, and both men shook their heads.

“No. She wants space. You can stick to wishing her a good morning and night but nothing else. No apologies, it won’t mean anything.”

“What about ‘I love you’?” Jeonghan asked and got an eye roll from both men in response.

“She knows you love her. I'm sure she loves you too, but for now? No. Show her you love her instead of concocting dumb pranks to make her lose faith,” Joshua elaborated, and Jeonghan nodded.

“We’ll try and stop by or call her to understand how she is, and we’ll give you an update if we can, okay?” Seungcheol added, noticing Jeonghan’s despondent state.

“You’ll get your girl back. Just let her have some space for now,” Seungcheol added confidently. He was sure you two would be fine, just needed some time.

“Y/N, you have some visitors,” your friend Hana told you. It had been nearly 24 hours since you left Jeonghan, and you had just been moping at her house the entire time.

“Who is it?” You mumbled, pulling Jeonghan’s hoodie that you took with you closer to your body.

“Seungcheol and Joshua.”

“I’ll be out in a second,” you said.

“Hey,” you mumbled, making both men turn to smile at you. They both had soft and caring smiles on their faces.

“How are you?” Seungcheol asked as you sat down across them on the couch.

“I miss him,” you admitted.

“Well, he does, too,” Joshua added.

“How is he?” You asked.

“Miserable. Feels terrible,” Seungcheol answered.

“Maybe I was too hasty,” you mused.

“No, you weren’t. What he did was shitty, and he got an earful from us, and frankly, he deserved it. It was a dumb prank,” Seungcheol elaborated, and you frowned.

“I just don’t know why he found it funny?” You thought out loud.

“We don’t either, but we do know how he is. Just never means to harm. He legitimately thought it'd be funny, I guess?” Joshua offered.

“I know, I’m fine with his pranks, but he was so damn committed that I thought he was actually done with me,” you stated.

“Yeah, he overcommitted and overdid it,” Seungcheol agreed.

There was a moment of silence between you three until you broke it.

“I’m not breaking up with him. I just needed some space.”

“That’s a decision that is only up to you. If there’s anything else we can do, let us know,” Seungcheol comforted.

“Actually, yes, can you take these? I made two batches, so there’s plenty, and if you could give one box of cookies to Jeonghan too,” you said shyly, grabbing a box you kept on the table.

“Stress baking?” Joshua asked.

“Mhm.”

“Gladly. We’ll go deliver these. If you need anything at all, call us, okay?” Seungcheol said, and you nodded, hugging both men before they headed out.

Wonwoo never thought he’d live to tell the tale. But here he was, watching Jeonghan sniffling and eating a cookie while Wonwoo tried hard not to laugh at the sight. It wasn’t entirely funny, but Jeonghan sniffling and biting into a cookie like a child was almost amusing.

“She makes nice cookies,” Jeonghan mumbled, and Wonwoo could no longer hold back a laugh.

“Hyung, she said she needed space, and she told Seungcheol and Shua that she wasn’t breaking up with you, so I think the sniffling and cookie eating can stop,” Wonwoo suggested lightly.

“It’s been two days,” Jeonghan sulked.

“But she won’t break up with you,” Wonwoo repeated, making Jeonghan place his sixth cookie down.

“That’s true,” Jeonghan muttered. Words could not explain how relieved Jeonghan was when Seungcheol told him that you weren’t planning to leave him. He couldn’t believe it. It was such a relief. Now, all he could do was count down the days. It was just difficult when he didn’t know when.

“Maybe instead, you could do something nice? Like cleaning up the apartment, getting her her favourite flowers, chocolates or something? Cook for her, make her feel welcome?” Wonwoo suggested, and Jeonghan nodded, huffing dramatically as he got off the couch.

“Yes. To quote Cardi B, I shall cook, clean and be the best boyfriend. Am I missing anything?” Jeonghan asked.

“One thing, just don’t play any more dumb pranks.”

“Got it. Anything else?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yeah…don’t ever quote Cardi B again.”

It had been four days, and today you were going back. You missed Jeonghan, and you just wanted to see him, but also, he had not sent you a good morning or good night text yesterday, and you were slightly concerned.

Concerned that he was wallowing, over-blaming, and criticising himself. You decided to go back and find out why he wasn’t responding to your texts.

You missed him, and it was the perfect opportunity to see him again.

Jeonghan wasn’t a good cook. This was a fact. Even his best efforts couldn’t take away from the fact that he could never cook. When you’d cook, he’d always watch and sometimes help prep some vegetables. That was it.

However, Jeonghan decided to take Wonwoo’s advice and wanted to cook you a three-course meal. It started going wrong during the first course. While boiling the vegetables, Jeonghan looked up the recipe and held his phone precariously close to the boiling pot; one second, he looked at the recipe. Next, he was trying to figure out if putting his arm into boiling water would be wise.

Jeonghan drowned his phone and couldn’t text you. To make matters worse, he accidentally slipped on a potato peel and rolled his ankle. Jeonghan wasn’t clumsy, but the nerves about you possibly coming back sometimes made him frantic and careless.

Jeonghan was lying in the bedroom with his swollen ankle and drowned phone. He had hobbled to the bedroom, wondering how he’d contact you or his bandmates. Granted, he had a laptop, but that meant more walking, and right now, he just wanted to wallow a bit. Maybe it was karma for pulling such a crappy prank on you.

“Hannie?” You called out as you entered the apartment, setting your duffle bag on the floor and kicking off your shoes. You walked into the apartment and noticed that the kitchen was a mess, but everything else was spotless, and there were also flowers in vases. There was also a humongous teddy bear on the couch, and you smiled fondly at it.

“Hannie?” You called out again.

You were starting to get worried. Between Jeonghan’s silence and the messy kitchen, you were worried that he had hurt himself badly. You walked in further and headed to the bedroom.

“Hannie?”

Jeonghan sat up quickly and jumped out of bed, shrieking in pain once his foot landed on the floor.

“Baby,” Jeonghan whined, and you ran to him, pushed him back on the bed, and sat next to him.

“What happened? Why is your foot purple?” You asked, noticing the swollen foot.

“Uh, don’t laugh. But I was trying to cook, but I tripped on a potato peel and rolled my ankle,” Jeonghan explained sheepishly, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Shall I get you some ice? It must hurt?” You offered, moving to get up, and Jeonghan gently wrapped a hand around your wrist and pulled you back down.

“You came back,” Jeonghan mumbled, and you nodded.

“I missed you, and I love you too much not to come back,” you said softly, and Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” Jeonghan apologised, and you turned in his embrace to face him.

“I promise no more pranks, ever.”

“That’s not necessary, but just not ones that’ll break my heart. I love that you’re playful and a pain in the ass at times, but just don’t make me worry if you love me or not,” you explained.

“Never. I promise.”

“Hannie?”

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you call anyone if you hurt yourself?” You asked.

“Right, so I drowned my phone. It fell into the boiling water, so,” Jeonghan trailed off.

“I leave for four days, and you’re a mess?” You joked, and Jeonghan nodded.

“I’m always a mess without you. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Jeonghan. I won’t say it’s okay because it wasn’t, but I can move past it, just no more dumb pranks?” You asked, and Jeonghan nodded.

“I promise, no more dumb pranks.”

“Hannie, you could have emailed me or said you were hurt or, like, I don’t know, used something to tell me.”

“I was scared you wouldn’t believe me,” Jeonghan mumbled, and you shook your head at him.

“I think I believe you a little too much,” you teased, making Jeonghan pout.

“Let me grab you some ice, and we can catch up on lost time?” You offered.

“I don’t need it. I just want to hold you.”

You smiled at Jeonghan and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips, making him smile into the kiss as he moved slightly to deepen the kiss.

“I have a lot of making up to do,” Jeonghan mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss.

“After your foot recovers.”

“Baby, I am a man of many talents.”

“You drowned your phone and rolled your ankle because of a potato skin,” you countered.

“I don’t need my foot to bury my head between your legs, though,” Jeonghan teased, winking at you, making you laugh at him.

“You’re impossible. You’re lucky I love you,” you said with a smile.

“I am, baby. The luckiest.”

#seventeen #jeonghan #seventeen fanfic #svthub #gotcha: y.j.h #kvanity #indigo writes: jeonghan

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fallingforunrealisticromance · 2 years

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Casualties and Confessions - 11th doctor x fem! reader

Request: “Hi! Could you please write a fluffy/romantic fic (fem! Reader x 11th doctor) with prompts 22 and 29. Maybe something where the Doctor gets in trouble during one of their adventures because of his bravado and the reader tends to his injuries afterwards (the reader kisses his bruises and all this stuff) <3

Prompts: 22 “You look…” “Adorable? Cute? Sexy?” “I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, idiotic and dumb but sure” 29 “Could you please stop being stubborn for once in your life?”

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2911

*** = time skip

Requests Prompts

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“Doctor would you please just sit down?” You groaned as the time lord turned his back to you once again.

“I told you I’m fine, you don’t need to look after me. It’s just a few bruises.” The doctor replied, busying himself with the control panel.

You let out a groan of frustration as you ran your fingers through your hair. The doctor could be a real pain in the arse when he wanted to be.

“It’s not just a few bruises” You mimicked, walking over to him.

“You’re bleeding. Not only that, but you also smacked your head pretty hard, and I would really love it if you weren’t flying through the time vortex with a concussion so please for the last time – Sit. Down.” You crossed your arms over your chest, staring at him.

The doctor fidgeted under your gaze, unsure of where to look. “Honestly it’s not that big of a deal I’m fine-“

“Oh my god doctor! Could you please stop being stubborn for once in your life?” You yelled.

The doctor was slightly taken back by your tone. It was very rare that you raised your voice, even rarer for you to raise it at him.

You sighed “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Will you let me do that? Please?” You said, your tone softening.

The doctors stomach flipped at your words. He wasn’t used to people caring about him in the way you did. It was a foreign feeling; but he liked it. Without saying anything, he sat down and handed you back the first aid kit he’d taken from you earlier.

“Thank you” You smiled at him.

“I will say, as much as I understand why you said what you did, this is on you.” You chuckled, earning a grin from the doctor.

“Well he was wrong. And you know me, never have been a fan of archaeologists.”

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The doctor had taken you a planet not dissimilar to earth. He’d been rambling on about a specific museum exhibit that he’d been wanting to show you for days now yet every time he’d tried to take you, something else came up and caught his eye. But finally, here the two of you were strolling round an ancient building marvelling at all the artifacts on display.

“Doctor this place is just…wow” You said as your eyes gazed upon all the displays around you.

There were all sorts of alien relics from different points in history scattered around the room. Some things you recognised, like a rogue cyberman head that was being displayed in a glass case or one of the guns used by the Silurian race which was hanging on the wall. It was all so fascinating.

“Yes, yes this is all well and good but let’s get to the good bit.” The doctor said, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward.

You laughed at his child like glee as you ran with him.

“Okay, we’re here” The doctor said, coming to a very sudden stop which caused you to collide with his chest.

He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. You’d had feelings for the doctor for a while, I mean how could you not? When a funny, kind hearted, rather attractive man (well – alien) whisks you off and shows you all of time and space – it’d be hard not to fall for him. Normally you’d been pretty good at keeping it under wraps yet for some reason, recently anything he does gets you flustered within a matter of moments

“Close your eyes.” The doctors voice came, breaking you from your thoughts. You looked up at him, the glint of joy held in his eyes melting your heart.

“Okay but if you walk me into a wall, we’re falling out.” You said with a laugh.

“As if I would let that happen to you.” The doctor commented before standing behind you, his hands on your arms as he manoeuvred you forward.

You held your hands out cautiously in front of you but luckily you didn’t hit anything. After a few moments, the doctor stopped.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” He said excitedly.

You peeled your eyes open slowly, unsure of what to expect. Your jaw fell open as your eyes took in the sight before you. Next to you, the doctor watched in pure delight as you looked at the exhibit. “

Is this…I mean…It’s beautiful.” Your voice was quiet as you truly had no words to describe how blown away you were.

Before you stood the most gorgeous painting of a landscape, a sky full of vibrant orange, reds, yellows burning their way onto the canvas. Clouds scattered around the fire of the sky, with a burnt orange moon peering out from behind them. In the centre of the painting sat a magnificent dome, within which there were buildings, quite sizeable buildings – almost like skyscrapers. The dome reflected the light of the sun onto the sandy terrain below and if you looked close enough, it was as if you could actually see the light dancing around the floor.

“This was my home.” The doctor said, his gentle voice cutting through the silence. “Gallifrey.”

The pride was evident in his voice as he stared longingly at the painting.

“It’s exquisite doctor.” You replied, still in awe.

“I don’t know where this painting came from. But I am glad some memory of my planet lives on. It was a truly wonderous place.” He said softly.

You glanced over at him, his face fallen slightly. You knew how much he missed him home, his people. Even though he tried to hide it, the guilt consumed him. And it broke your heart.

“Thank you.” You said, never taking your eyes from him. He turned to face you; his brow furrowed in confusion.

“For what?”

“For bringing me here. For showing me your home. I know how painful it must be for you and I am glad you felt comfortable enough to share this with me. It means a lot.” You explained, smiling softly at him.

The doctor took a step closer to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“There is no one else I would rather share this with. If I could take you there in person I would do so in a heartbeat. You are the most important thing in my life, and I want you to see me. All of me.” His words were so soft, so genuine it made tears well in your eyes.

“I see you doctor. And I love you.” You said, the words slipping out before you had a chance to stop them.

The doctor faltered for a second, slightly surprised by your confession. You began to pull away, regretting your choice before the doctor gently pulled your face towards him and promptly crashing his lips to yours. You sighed happily as you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss was short, but heartfelt. You pulled away grinning up at the doctor, who held you close.

“I love you too by the way.”

“Oh good” You chuckled.

The two of you stood there, just enjoying the others embrace.

“Yeah just tell Allie that she’s going to have to wait for that order, I have a lot more on my plate right now.” A loud voice echoed off the walls, causing you and the doctor to turn around.

The sound of footsteps were getting closer, as were the voices.

“Right so Alex if you could please get the Sontarans body armour boxed up and ready to ship for Monday, and Trevor if you sort of the Zantian artifacts that would be- Oh hello.” A man, dressed in a full suit and tie appeared before the two of you, followed by two other men, who you assumed to be Alex and Trevor.

“Hello” The doctor replied awkwardly.

“I’m sorry but how on earth did you get in here? This museum isn’t open for another week.” The man said, clearly very agitated.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at the doctor. “Really? You couldn’t have brought us here a week later.”

“Well, I didn’t want it to be busy when we came” The doctor said fidgeting with his bow tie.

You chuckled at his behaviour before turning your attention back to the man in front of you.

“Will you two stop blabbering and tell me how you got in here? I have every right to get you locked up for this. Breaking and entering one of the most prestige buildings in the city and I-“

“I’ll stop you right there thank you. We are actually a part of an official alien artifacts organization, and we were sent here to make sure everything was in order for the grand opening.” The doctor said, flashing them his psychic paper.

The man’s face dropped as he read whatever credentials had just shown up.

“Oh. Oh, right yes of course. I do apologize. I hadn’t been made aware of any visits” The man fumbled through an apology.

“Yes well the uh big boss wanted to keep it a surprise just in case. You know how things are. Anyway, everything seems to be in order. We were just admiring the painting before heading off so goodbye.” The doctor said quickly before taking your hand in his and beginning to walk away.

You were still grinning over the fact the doctor had kissed you. Not only that, he’d told you he loved you. You felt giddy.

“Why would you ever be interested in such a dull painting? Come, let me show you some artifacts that are worth your time.” The man called after the pair of you.

The doctor stopped dead in his tracks. You felt your stomach drop. The doctors face fell.

“What did you just say?” He asked, his voice calm.

But not a relaxing calm, more sinister. More like the type you get before a storm.

“The painting, it’s hardly anything of interest.” The man repeated, clearly not sensing the rising anger in the time lord.

The doctor dropped your hand, marching over to the man.

“You know nothing of that painting. You know nothing of my planet so don’t you dare for one minute tell me that my home is hardly anything of interest.” The doctor didn’t shout. He didn’t need to. His words held enough rage and force in them to do more damage than shouting ever could.

You watched as his chest rose and fell, obviously in an attempt to calm himself down. There was very little that riled the doctor up this much. But you understood why this had caused such a reaction.

“Y-your planet? You mean to say you’re a-“

“Time lord. Yes. The last of them. So choose your words a little more carefully.” The doctor replied.

The mans face contorted in disgust.

“How dare you step foot in here. How dare you step foot onto our planet. Timelords are a disgrace. There extinction was a victory for the rest of us.” His words were dripping with malice as he eyed the doctor.

Your heart burned, anger rising in you as well. The doctor froze once again, his breathing increasing once more. You saw his fists clench as his body became rigid with fury. You began to walk over to him, knowing you needed to get him out of here. You didn’t know what he was going to do but you didn’t want to find out.

“Restrain him.” The man called before you could reach him. The two other men standing behind him were on the doctor in an instant, pinning the doctor against the wall.

“Get off of me. Get off.” The doctor shouted, thrashing in their arms.

“Doctor!” You yelled running towards him.

However before you could reach him, two other men appeared grabbing a hold of you as well. You cried out in pain as they pulled you harshly away from the doctor.

“LET HER GO. DO NOT TOUCH HER" He bellowed, struggling even harder against the men holding him.

“Your kind are nothing but a plague to the rest of the universe. I will be doing her a kindness by getting rid of you.” The man snarled.

“Don’t you fucking hurt him.” You yelled as the men began dragging you away.

Your eyes found the doctor, he looked just as terrified as you just before he was dragged off to another room and out of your eyesight. The further you got from the doctor, the more panicked you became. They were going to kill him. You couldn’t let that happen. The men brought you to the end of a corridor, where there stood a cage.

“You’re just going to lock me up and leave me here are you? Very original” You spat.

One of the men chuckled. “Of course not. We’re going to lock you up and sell you to the highest bidder. There are all sorts of different aliens coming to the opening event that have never seen a human before. I’m sure they will be most interested in you.” He said, chuckling along with his friend.

No. This is not happening. You were getting the doctor and you were getting out of here. With all the energy you could muster, you kicked one the men square between the legs – causing him to double over in pain before doing the same to the other one. With their grip on your arms now loosened, you were able to pull yourself free and began running as fast as you could back in the direction on the doctor. When you made it back to the room you had originally been in, there was no sign of him.

Your mind was racing. You knew you only had a short amount of time before the men recovered and came after you. Suddenly, you heard the doctor yell out in pain. Your heart felt as if it stopped beating as you heard his cries. You went to run towards the noise before looking around you. If you ran in there unarmed, you were as good as captured again. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on the Silurian gun you had noticed earlier. You didn’t have to use it, just threaten to. You grabbed it off the wall before running in the direction of the doctor.

Everything was a bit of a blur after that. When you found the doctor he was laying on the floor, breathing heavily. He had cuts all over his face, as well as nasty looking bruises. It hadn’t taken much to scare the men away, none of them clearly having been threatened with a gun before. You helped the doctor stand before rushing back to the safety of the TARDIS.

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“There you are. All patched up.” You said with a smile, taking a step back to admire your work.

Due to the cuts the doctor had obtained, his face was lightly decorated with plasters which you have to admit was a rather funny sight.

“How do I look?” The doctor asked, standing up.

“You look…”

“Adorable? Cute Sexy?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, idiotic and dumb but sure” You teased, laughing at the frown on his face.

“Well I guess that’s the last time I let my girlfriend take care of me then.” He mumbled to himself as he walked back to the console.

Your stomach fluttered at his words. Whether he meant for you to hear them or not you weren’t sure, but you had.

“Girlfriend?” You commented, following him.

His eyes widened as you stood in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something before changing his mind and closing it again.

“Did you just call me your girlfriend?” You asked, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“I, well, technically yes. I just assumed – because of earlier- isn’t that usually what people do?” He said, stumbling over his words.

You beamed up at him, taking his face gently in your hands. “Yes, it is. Albeit people usually get asked rather than told, but as long as I’m yours I really don’t care.”

The doctors cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at your words, causing your heart to race. He was so beautiful.

“Now as your girlfriend, I demand that you keep this pretty face of yours safe. As much fun as I had looking after you, I’d like my boyfriend to remain in one piece.”

“You think my face is…pretty?” The doctor said, still very flustered.

“Of course I do. Even if its been slightly battered with all these bruises.” You ran your thumb gently across each one before leaning up and placing a kiss on them.

The doctor fidgeted slightly as you kissed his face, making you chuckle against him.

You pulled back and smiled at him. “There we are, all better.”

He grinned down at you, nothing but love reflecting back at you.

“I will forever be grateful that the universe gave me the gift of meeting you.” The doctor said, holding you close to him.

“I love you too.” You replied, sighing happily as you rested your head against his chest.

You could hear his two hearts beating in a steady rhythm as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. This was definitely something you could get used to. And you did.

#matt smith x reader #matt smith #11th doctor x you #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor #the eleventh hour #eleventh doctor #eleven #x reader #fluff #the doctor #doctor who fan art #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #fanfic

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moni-logues · 1 year

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Kintsugi 7

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Word count: 6.1k

Content: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, Yoongi POV!, also Yoongi is bi kthx

A/N: would you believe me if I said they actually have some fun in this chapter? LMAOOOO huge thanks to @here2bbtstrash for Yoongi's costume idea and @quarter-life-crisis2 for reading the first half of this when I needed validation but this has not been actually beta'd (so DO feel free to point out all my typos!)

Chapter Six | Masterlist | Chapter Eight

Chapter Seven – You! Me! Dancing!

“Pleeeeaasasseeeeeeee,” you asked, holding your ‘please’ as long as you could, stretching your arms over the counter, clasping your hands together in front of him, doing your best at supplication. “Pretty, pretty please with a hundred cherries on top? And sprinkles and whipped cream and chocolate saaauuuuuuuuce?”

“No.”

“Even if I’ll love you the most out of everyone I know? You’ll be my most favouritest, bestest, bestest friend in the whole world?”

“No.”

“Yoongiiiiiiii,” you whined, your head dropping between your arms. “Please do this for me? You are the best, sweetest, funniest, coolest, nicest, most handsome, beautiful person in the whole world and I will love you forever and ever and ever and ever-”

Yoongi’s mouth was tight as he tried to contain his grin and his eyes were narrowed. He loved to tease you, this you knew, and he hated it when you said nice things to him, which you also knew. You hadn’t thought it would take this much arm-twisting, but you were fully prepared to bring out the big guns if necessary.

“No.”

You clamped your hands around his wrists and leant in closer to him, pouting with your best puppy-dog eyes and wobbly bottom lip.

“Pwease? Pwease, Yoongi, won’t you come to the party with me?” It was the best, most annoying baby voice you could manage and one he absolutely could not stand. If this didn’t break him, you might actually have had to go to the party by yourself after all.

Yoongi took in a deep breath and left it out in a huff.

“Fine.”

You threw your hands up in the air and then he interrupted your cheers.

“But I’m not wearing a fucking costume.”

You would argue with him about that later, but you let yourself revel in the victory for that night.

It was as Taehyung had said: it was easier this time. It was easier now that you had committed to avoiding destructive coping mechanisms and decided to be honest with your therapist (and yourself). It was easier because you had finally accepted what your therapist had you explain months ago: that it wasn’t about Sungbin. He could have been anyone. It wasn’t about all those other men. It was about the black hole in your heart that wanted to suck up every second of someone’s attention and would still be left feeling empty. It was about your insatiable need to feel loved, whilst you continued to tell yourself you were unlovable. It was so not about Sungbin that you wanted to reach out and apologise to him (nobody thought this was a good idea, including you, but you wanted to). That would have been about you, too, not him. You were working on that. Properly this time. Honestly. Committedly. And it was having a strange effect on you.

You supposed that it was ‘working’. This is what it meant to get better, to make progress, to ‘heal’ (even though that word made you sick). You felt strong. Some days you felt spiteful and bitter and hateful and irritable, but almost none of that was turned inwards towards yourself and you felt a little empowered by it, in a way you couldn’t quite make sense of. Yes, you hated everything on those days, and yes, you wanted to scream and shout and kick things, but it was defiant, it was defensive, it was a way of continuing to establish your existence on the earth. You would not be erased. All this time, you had wanted to kill yourself and hadn’t quite managed it, so you sure as shit weren’t going to let little things like Life and Existence and Capitalism take you down.

You had found some fire. That little, tiny spark inside you, that the most treasured people in your life kept going, had found some tinder. It had grown. It was keeping you warm even as the days got shorter and the nights got colder. All that independence and self-sufficiency that you had so bitterly grasped at after the break-up with San was in your hands now. Suddenly, you felt almost like a capable adult. You could cook things—real things! Meals! With vegetables and home-made sauces!—you could take care of yourself. You could cope. You could, to your surprise, exist on your own.

“Work it-”

“-Better-”

“Make it-”

“-Faster-”

“-...Do it-”

“-Stronger-”

“-...Makes us...-?”

“-Better-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “What?”

Taehyung was looking at you as if you were insane and you had no idea why.

“Those are... not the right words.”

“What?”

“You were singing that all wrong.”

“No, I wasn’t! It doesn’t have correct words! They go all in different orders throughout the song!”

“No, they don’t!”

“Yes, they do!”

Taehyung pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose and took a dramatic sigh before turning to you, his hands on the arms of your chair.

“My precious, sweet, little bean, how did I not know until now that you are this stupid?”

“HEY!”

You pushed him away as hard as you could and his chair slid back, knocking with more than just a little force into the office wall behind. Knocking into it hard enough to disturb the meeting that was taking place inside it. You both grimaced and waved apologies and leant forward to try to hide your giggles behind the desk partitions.

“You are a fucking idiot!” Taehyung hissed at you.

“Am not!”

“Look up the song and then try tell me it doesn’t have correct words.”

“No! I won’t!”

“Because you don’t want to admit that you are wrong.”

“Have I told you today that I hate you?”

“Not yet; it’s only twenty-past ten.”

“Well, I hate you.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

The song had been in honour of your feeling, as the song goes, harder, better, faster, stronger – or things vaguely approaching that. You were feeling better and stronger but maybe not faster, and the aim was to make things softer rather than harder, but the sentiment was there.

Or it had been until Taehyung had taken the opportunity to call you an idiot, but it wouldn’t dampen your spirit. You were doing the hard work and doing it every day. That meant something. It meant that he could call you an idiot and you could laugh and not a single part of you would take it personally—a thing that might not have been true a couple of months ago.

“Have you decided on your costume, by the way? You haven’t got long to sort it.”

“Yeah,” you answered without enthusiasm. “Yoongi has point-blank refused to do a couples costume with me—I don’t even think he’s going to dress up at all—so I'm going to have to do something on my own. Can’t believe you’ve both abandoned me in my hour of need.”

“Your hour of need is a halloween party?”

“YES! My greatest hour of need is your halloween party where you’ve rejected me in favour of your stupid boyfriend and Yoongi has rejected me in favour of being a spoilsport! I cannot believe you would both treat me so cruelly.”

“Take that up with Yoongi and Hyunjin. Not my problem.”

“‘Not my problem’,” you scoffed. “It’s your fucking party!”

“And I’ll uninvite you from it if you don’t stop being a git.”

Not satisfied with having already annoyed everyone else in your office, you tipped your head back and did your shockingly accurate impression of a baby crying.

You heard Yoongi approaching down the corridor while you were preening in the mirror. You might have had to come up with, design, find clothes and accessories for this costume all on your own, but you didn’t think you had done such a bad job after all. Your dress fit you well, draping over your softest parts, pulled in at the waist, not really revealing but hinting. You had placed your hair just so and done the lightest make-up you could manage, all shimmer and highlight. You looked in the mirror and you thought you looked good. That felt nice.

You turned around when you heard the beep of the keypad and could not contain your surprise.

“He- oh! What?!”

You moved to the doorway, looking at Yoongi with dismay.

“What?”

“What are you wearing?"

“Clothes?”

It was all black. Black on black on black. No headpiece, no props, no discernible character he might be playing.

“I was holding out hope that you’d show up here in a proper costume but this is even worse!” You stomped your foot and fixed him with a glare. “You’re going to hide in a corner and not talk to anyone all night, aren’t you?”

Yoongi grinned slowly at you, sly and triumphant and cheeky.

“What makes you think this isn’t a costume?”

That made you balk.

“How is that a costume? I don’t know what you are!”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

You stomped your foot again, biting back the grin threatening your face. Although you had done your damnedest to get him to agree to come, there was a niggling worry in the back of your brain that had been saying he wouldn’t have fun, that he wouldn’t enjoy it. He wasn’t a party guy, wasn’t a ‘show up to someone’s party where you know precisely one (1) person and have a good time anyway’ guy. He was shyer than he’d have liked people to know; he didn’t like loud parties with lots of people where there was no quiet place for him to escape to. You knew, when you were asking him to come, that you were asking him to do something he wouldn’t want to do. You knew, when you were asking him, that he would probably say yes anyway, because it was you. And you wanted him to come; you wanted him to be part of your world and your world included Taehyung and his halloween party. Yes, he and Taehyung had met before, but that was accidental. You were deliberately now drawing together the strings of your life. This was important to you.

And here was Yoongi, grinning and teasing you about not wearing a costume and reminding you that he was a grown man who could make his own decisions and, tonight, he had decided to come to Taehyung’s halloween party with you and put his best foot forward. Even if maybe he really wasn’t wearing a costume.

You were planning to arrive fashionably late, as you had promised Taehyung you would, as part of your protest against his decision to couple costume with Hyunjin instead of you. Ordinarily, you showed up early, helped prepare, got ready with Taehyung, let him dress you and make you over how he liked. He treated you like a doll and that is the reason you enjoyed it so much. Not this time, though.

As you walked from your apartment to Taehyung’s with Yoongi in tow, it hit you just how many things were different this year. No San, for a start. Yoongi. Hyunjin. It didn’t scare you. It didn’t hurt you.

You grabbed Yoongi’s hand and swung it high between the two of you, skipping a little on your way. Yoongi merely smiled.

The first person you saw when you entered was Taehyung’s travelling roommate. He was hardly ever home which meant you hardly ever saw him; the last time you had spent time together was pre-break-up. Because he was away so much, you couldn’t call yourselves ‘close’, but he was always a delight and always nice to you and there was something so easy about his company; the light jolt you felt at seeing him again was unexpected, but welcome.

His being away so often made him the perfect person for Yoongi to meet. There were his friends here, too, but he was slightly on the periphery, not involved in the day-to-day of their lives while he was away; he could ease Yoongi into the circle. Of course, you were supposed to be doing that, too, but without Taehyung literally by your side, you didn’t feel quite so confident. They were all his friends, not yours. Not really.

“Taemin!” you cried, making a beeline straight for him. “What the fuck are you?!”

Taemin laughed, a little embarrassed, and hugged you hello. He gave you a spin—his white, fluffy tail lashing out behind him—and daintily pawed over one of his white ears.

“I’m Daengie! Can’t you tell?!”

He span again and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Only you would dress up as your own fucking cat.”

“Hey! We’re cute!”

He had a point.

“Who’s this?” he asked, gesturing to Yoongi, politely.

“Oh! Yoongi, this is Taehyung’s roommate, Taemin. Taemin, this is Yoongi.”

“Boyfriend?” Taemin asked, shaking Yoongi’s hand but looking at you.

“No!”

“No-”

You spoke over each other in your joint panic to answer, to set the record straight. You were off boyfriends and it felt important for as many people to know that as possible. It was A Thing you were doing now. No boyfriends. Spread the word.

“So, you’re single?” Taemin asked, looking this time at Yoongi.

“Yes.”

Taemin smiled, his eyes disappeared, and he gave an approving hum, quickly flicking his eyes over Yoongi.

“And what are you dressed as, Yoongi?”

You did not miss the glint in Taemin’s eyes.

“Ah, you’ll find out later,” was Yoongi’s answer and he looked quickly over to you. You grinned.

“A reveal?” Taemin fake-gasped. “I’m intrigued! But you must not, under any circumstances, steal Taehyung’s thunder, ok? It would destroy him.”

“Steal his thunder...?”

“Yeah,” you butted in. “Every year, we-… Every year, he and whoever he’s dressing up with make a grand entrance. It’ll be fun to watch this time, instead of doing it.”

“Yes, and it’s very important to Taehyung that he is the star of the show.”

Yoongi nodded. “I have no intention of being the star of any show or stealing any thunder. I promise.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll get on fine.”

“Anyway,” you began pointedly, picking up the hem of your skirt between your fingers and twirling slightly. “Don’t you want to say anything about my costume?”

“Of course!” Taemin cried. “You look even more beautiful than the real Aphrodite herself.”

“What?! I’m not Aphrodite!”

Taemin looked to Yoongi for support; Yoongi shrugged.

“But you look so beautiful! Who else could you be?”

“I’m Cupid, you morons!”

You raised your bow and home-made arrow with the heart-shaped tip and you hit them both with it.

“Look at me! Obviously, I’m Cupid. I can’t be Aphrodite because everyone falls in love with her automatically. I am Cupid, so I can go around and shoot people with my arrow and make them fall in love with me!”

Yoongi and Taemin exchanged a look, then both looked at you, and back at each other.

“You know that’s not how Cupid works,” Yoongi stated.

“What do you mean?”

“Cupid doesn’t make people fall in love with him; he shoots two people and makes them fall in love with each other,” Taemin explained.

The realisation dawned on you. Yes, that is how Cupid worked. You knew that. You definitely already knew that. Yet, somehow, between the moment the costume first occurred to you and this very second, that knowledge did absolutely nothing to make its presence known to you.

You nodded. You tucked your lips into your mouth and breathed out hard.

“Cool,” you said, nodding some more. “Cool cool cool.” Then you wailed. “I can’t believe I got my own costume wrong!”

You threw your bow to the ground and Yoongi and Taemin laughed.

“Ok, let me get some drinks so you can drown your sorrows.” Taemin wandered off into the kitchen.

You knocked your forehead onto Yoongi’s shoulder and whined some more.

“Am I stupid?” you asked.

You felt him chuckle and a hand came up to pat your back.

“Yeah... But it’s ok; Aphrodite is Greek and Cupid is Roman, so Taemin was also kind of wrong. Should’ve called you Venus.”

You lifted your head and looked at him.

“What?” he asked when you still hadn’t said anything seconds later.

“Why do you know so many things?”

His bashfulness stifled another chuckle and he shrugged.

You whined for the last time and pouted until Yoongi squished your face between his fingers. Then you took the cup Taemin had returned with and took a long gulp. It didn’t really matter. A costume was a costume. You could pretend to be Aphrodite or Venus or some other vaguely classical character—no one would know or care, except you. You couldn’t let it ruin your evening. Especially not this one, the one you’d dragged Yoongi to, the one you had built up expectations for in your head for weeks now. It was going to go right. Come hell or high water, it would be fun.

“How long do we have to wait for the big entrance?” Yoongi asked.

You had already opened your mouth to answer but Taemin got there first, smirking just a little and looking unfathomably cute as he did it.

“Just long enough for us to get to know each other a little better!”

Then he hooked his arm through Yoongi’s and tapped his cup against his. Yoongi looked a little surprised but you didn’t attempt to rescue or reassure. Taemin was both utterly charming and completely harmless.

He led most of the conversation, asking Yoongi about himself, reciprocating with his own answers; you did your best not to speak for both of them at once. You distracted yourself looking at everyone else: their costumes, the successes or failures therein, looking for people you most recognised, peering at those you didn’t. It struck you, again, that this year was different. You had literally never done this without Taehyung before. You looked at the two men next to you and realised maybe you did have other people; you weren’t alone after all. You would have to remember to tell Taehyung.

Then the music cut and a spotlight (where did Taehyung get a spotlight from?) lit up the central living space, which had been cleared of all furniture. Out of rising dry ice (where had he got that?), Taehyung and Hyunjin appeared.

A pencil moustache, slicked down hair, perfectly tailored trousers. Long, sleek black hair, a dress, tight, and sparkling, the fairest skin and reddest lips.

“Wow,” you breathed, transfixed as they took to their spots and the music started.

You were surprised by how gracefully Taehyung moved. You were not surprised by Hyunjin’s grace because he seemed to be one of those people that was just good at everything, but they moved together, as one; they acted the parts with conviction. When Hyunjin, as Morticia, stood before your little trio and reached out to ever so lightly caress Yoongi’s cheek, you noticed him gulp and you could’ve sworn that you saw, even in the shadows against the spotlight, the tips of his ears redden. When Taehyung pulled Hyunjin back, Yoongi emptied his cup.

“Holy shit,” you exhaled when they had finished and the applause had ended. “Well, no wonder he didn’t want me to do the couple costume with this year; there’s no way I could have done that.”

“I was just about to ask,” Yoongi replied. “I didn’t know you were a dancer.”

“I am so not.”

“Well, I am and I can’t believe he didn’t ask me,” Taemin interjected. “It is my job!”

“Yeah, but you’re not Teddy’s boyfriend.”

“Alas.”

“So, that’s uh, Hyunjin?” Yoongi queried.

“That’s Hyunjin. Most beautiful man in the world probably.”

“Definitely.”

Yoongi’s gaze still looked a little far-off and you could see his eyes sweep the room for Hyunjin. Taemin sighed beside him, also looking into the crowd for Morticia.

“Can’t believe we’re all secretly in love with Teddy’s boyfriend. What a tragic situation we’re all in.”

“None more than you,” Yoongi said. “Taehyung would never let you third.”

“Hey!”

“He’s gay, right? Taemin and I at least stand a chance.”

Taemin cackled beside Yoongi and held his hand up for a high-five which Yoongi freely gave him.

“My life is pathetic,” you groaned, looking up to the ceiling. You went to walk away and then did a quick about-turn. “Not that I want to be involved in any kind of threesome involving Teddy, let’s be clear. I absolutely do not, in any way, want to do anything even remotely sexual with him. I would rather die, ok? Hyunjin? Sure, no one’s kicking him out of bed, but this is a hall pass situation only. You guys do what you want with the both of them, but I am out if it’s a threesome.”

You were very pleasantly tipsy. Maybe a little more than tipsy. It was getting hot in the apartment and you snuck on to the balcony in hopes of some cooling air. You were relieved to find it empty and you leant heavily over the railing, looking at the street below.

You’d been there no more than a few seconds when you heard the door slide open.

“Found you.”

Yoongi leant on the railing next to you.

“Are you having fun?”

Yoongi grinned.

“Taemin asked if I wanted to see his cats.”

You had made the mistake of taking a sip of your drink, which you promptly inhaled and choked back up. Yoongi laughed and gave you a hard slap on the back. You replied when soju had stopped coming out of your nose.

“When you say ‘see his cats’, do you mean actually see his cats or...?”

Yoongi laughed again.

“Actually see his cats.”

You linked your arm with his and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Of course. I had forgotten you’re a catboy.”

“Stop!” Yoongi groaned, unable to stop himself laughing. “Don’t do that.”

“You’re my little catboy!”

“Noooo! I only have a cat. I like cats. I’m not a catboy.”

“Whatever you say, sugar. For the record, though, I reckon Taemin would ask you to see his cats... If you wanted.”

He shook his head.

“No, thank you.”

“You sure? Have you seen him dance? I reckon he’d be good-good, y’know?”

He shook his head again.

“I would not, first thing upon arriving at your friend’s party, fuck his roommate. Besides, the whole one-night stand thing...”

“Yeah, it kind of sucks. It’s not for me.”

“But hey, you have it a really good try.”

You snorted and took another sip of your drink.

“That I did. And never again. And, y’know, not one of those pricks ever called.” You were joking now, because you knew that you didn’t really want them to call, but it had hurt at the time. You turned around, your back to the street and Yoongi smiled at you.

“Idiots.”

“Definitely. You know who else is an idiot?” you asked, but Yoongi returned no answer, save for a raised brow. “Your fucking ex-girlfriend.”

He rolled his eyes.

“She was worse than an idiot. Your ex was an idiot, though.”

You shrugged.

“Eh, I don’t know; I don’t blame him.”

“Then you are the idiot. Maybe that’s why they all didn’t call.”

“I would have called me. I’m great, don’t you know?”

“I do know. I would call you.”

“Yeah; I’d call you! Because we’re great. We’re great!”

Yoongi laughed and held his cup to you; you bumped your own against it. Then you tipped them both back and drained them.

“For the record, just so you know,” you began, holding a finger up and pointing vaguely at him, “Teddy would not mind at all if you fucked Taemin.”

Yoongi only shook his head again.

“Smart. Save yourself for Teddy and Hyunjin.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to choke on his drink.

“I’m not sure trying to fuck your best friend and his boyfriend would do much to ingratiate me with them.”

“Oh, you don't know Teddy well enough.” You laughed. “The more sex, the better, as far as Teddy’s concerned, regardless of who's having it!”

“Well, in that case, I’ve got somewhere to be—you cool out here on your own?”

Yoongi turned and started to move off, back into the party. You grabbed his arm and tugged him backwards.

“No, I’m not! Don’t leave me!”

He tripped over his own foot as he stepped back to the railing and it was only then that you noticed the bright flush of his cheeks, the black of his pupils blown wide against his irises, the easiest of easy grins on his face.

“Hey, mister, you’re drunk!”

As if to prove a point, he took a long, performative gulp from his (empty) cup and dropped it to the floor with a bow.

“It’s a party; isn’t that what I’m supposed to be?”

“You’re even drunker than I am!”

“I do know how to have fun, y’know.”

You thought he was teasing, not really wounded, but there was a slight dim in the glint of his eyes and he turned to look out over the street below so you hurried to overcorrect.

“I know! We have fun! Obviously I know you’re fun! I just... I guess I was just worried you wouldn’t have fun. That you only came for me.”

“Of course I only came for you. Doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself. I’ve been to parties before. I do have other friends.”

“Yeah, I keep forgetting that most people have more than two friends. I’m glad you came.”

Before it could descend into true squabbling nonsense, the door slid again and Taehyung leant out.

“Stop hiding out here, fuckers; outside is for the smokers. Come in and have some fun!”

He didn’t even wait for you to respond before turning back into the apartmet, leaving the door open.

“Shall we?” you asked, gesturing widely.

“Let’s shall!”

You were hot. And drunk. And dancing. Just like everybody else in this humid, dark room. Yoongi included. You watched him, scream-singing with Taemin, jumping as his cup sloshed his drink onto floor—your Yoongi. He had come to be associated, for you, with both comfort and sadness. It was serious, somehow, this friendship, even when you were laughing; there was something deep and dark and it held you close together. You were mirrors. All your sadness, all your darkness, all your deepest parts reflecting back at each other. But where was all that darkness now? Now, it was all bright, all moving, sparkling, shining parts. Who could possibly look at him and think he could be as sad as you knew he sometimes was? As you sometimes were.

Sometimes used to be. Because you were getting better now. You were. A lump formed in your throat as you tried to screech a chorus and it muted you. It almost brought a tear to your eye: this happiness, this revelry, this community, this party, this friendship, this healing. This. You had to take a strong shot of something vile-tasting to make it go away.

You continued to shout your voice hoarse and drink too much and stumble through your dance moves. You accidentally kissed Taemin on the mouth—which surprised you more than it did him—and then spent five minutes insisting you didn’t want to sleep with him before realising he was winding you up. You danced with Taehyung; you cornered Hyunjin and asked him about his skincare routine until he needed to be rescued. You fished Daengie out of hiding in Taemin’s bedroom and made the two of them do a mother-daughter photoshoot. You had more fun than you had had for a while.

You watched Yoongi have fun, too. You watched him let Taemin lead him on the dancefloor; you watched him play (and lose) a drinking game against someone whose name you had forgotten. You sang directly into each other’s faces and drank from each other’s cups just because. You felt full: of fun, of friendship, of altogether way too many marshmallow ghosts.

People had left, the lights had been switched back on; the party had ended. You were trying to scoop Yoongi into a standing position, grumbling to yourself about why it always had to be you propping up the drunk guy.

“I ’n go ‘ome,” Yoongi slurred with one arm slung around your shoulder, the other hand close to the ground as he failed to find his feet. “Ge’ taxi.”

Taehyung tapped you on the shoulder.

“He can stay here, too, if you like.”

You groaned a thank you as he sloped off towards his bedroom with a backwards wave and you heaved Yoongi onto the sofa (which had previously had your name on it).

“Honey, you’re not going home,” you told him as you rolled him onto his side. “You can stay here.”

He tried to protest, to roll himself forwards, to argue something. Unfortunately for him, he was so drunk, his argument was barely intelligible; you simply pushed him back onto the sofa and told him again he was staying at Taehyung’s.

“Hey,” he said throwing a hand in the air as if he was trying to point at you. “Y’ here.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Good... Yeah, ’s good. Y’ good.” His eyes were barely open, but he smiled sleepily at you. “I like you..." He chuckled. “You’re... good.”

“Thank you; you’re good, too.”

He snorted lightly and chuckled again. “Yeah... Best... Be-”

As if hit by lightning, he sat up and looked at you, eyes wide.

“Costume!”

“Costume?”

He gestured to himself.

“M’ costume. D’y’ guess yet?”

“You’re not in a costume, babe. You can stop pretending.”

He looked outraged and continued to gesture at his clothing.

“This!” he cried.

“You are literally so drunk, love, I don’t even know what the fuck you are talking about.”

“’Xactly.”

“What?”

“Drunk.” Yet more gestures to his clothes; he picked at his T-shirt and ruffled it. “Loads.”

“You’re so drunk... you’re wearing black?”

He groaned loudly and clutched at your hands.

“Yes,” he said, slowly and deliberately, emphatically even. You couldn’t believe he had somehow become the one who knew what was going on. He was so impatient with your inability to apparently put two and two together, even while he was falling-down drunk, so drunk he could barely manage a full sentence. So drunk he was barely conscious. So dru-

“Oh, fuck me!” you exclaimed. “You’re blackout drunk.”

Yoongi fell back onto the sofa with his hands in the air. He threw a hand up to his face in what you thought might have been an attempt at a peace sign.

“See? Fuckin’ costume.”

Then he closed his eyes and was, you assumed, fully unconscious. You turned away, on a new mission to hunt down some blankets or pillows from one of the Taes who shared the apartment. Yoongi mumbled and you ignored it but his mumbling took on a more insistent, deliberate note so you returned to him.

“Are you trying to say something to me, sweetheart?”

Yoongi nodded—just barely—and his hand lunged forward, aiming for the hand you had rested on his shoulder, missing, and hitting himself slightly around the face. You took it gently for him and he mumbled some more, with effortful enunciation.

“You’re th’ best thing to happ’n t’ me this year. The best thing.”

You smiled.

“No, that would be breaking up with your cunt ex-girlfriend.”

Yoongi shook his head with a glazed smile on his face.

“But that was you, too.”

He smiled a little wider, open-mouthed, and kind of weird with his eyes still mostly closed, then his head fell back against the cushion and his entire body slumped. You waited a minute just to make sure he was unconscious this time.

Yoongi woke, if you could call it that. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, his brain too big for his skull. His limbs felt heavy and rubbery, as if he couldn’t quite make them go where he wanted. He was thirstier than he’d ever been and his bladder uncomfortably full. He didn’t know what time it was; he couldn’t remember where he was; his memory of the preceding night was scant and hazy. His eyelids felt heavy as lead as he tried to force them open. The first thing he saw was your face opposite him: you were sleeping on the floor. He felt bad for that. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, couldn’t remember ending up on this sofa but he knew he should never have let you end up on the floor. He’d have moved if he’d been able, forced you to swap places. As it was, he could barely shuffle enough to find his phone in his pocket.

It was only 6am. He was in half a mind to get up and leave. The other half of his mind let him know he wasn’t physically capable of f movement, not even close. Barely able to think straight, he let his head flop back against the cushion again; he could sleep a little longer, just a little. And then he would go.

‘A little’ became four hours and when Yoongi woke for a second time (feeling marginally more human) and blinked his eyes open, you weren’t opposite him any longer. He stared at the empty space on the floor as he tried to will his brain back into his body.

Then he heard noises from elsewhere in the apartment, some quiet talking, the chink of china against china, your laugh. So you were still here. That was good. Yoongi shuffled onto his front and peered over the arm of the sofa, from where he could see just a small slice of the kitchen through the doorway. He focused and could hear you and Hyunjin chatting low, laughing as you moved around the room. There was a stab of anxiety that made him worry you were laughing about him, at him; large sections of the night had not made their way back to Yoongi so he had no idea what kind of stupid thing he might have done or said. You wouldn’t do that; he knew you wouldn’t do that. And yet.

A door to Yoongi’s right opened and Taehyung padded out in slippered feet. Yoongi froze, embarrassed, unsure, but Taehyung didn’t even see him on his way to the kitchen, still bleary-eyed and waking up. Yoongi could imagine what he couldn’t see: a morning kiss for Hyunjin, their sleepy smiles, hands clasping, their tired bodies leaning into each other for support. He heard your chipper greeting (“Teddy!” with the long drawn-out final vowel as always) and saw in his head the way your arms would stretch out for a hug with Taehyung’s stretching back; he’d kiss you on the head and ruffle your hair and take the cup of coffee from your hand to drink from rather than drinking his own.

He was happy you had Taehyung. He didn’t know what it was like to have that kind of bond with someone. The rock solidness of it. The stability. The assuredness. The way he’d never, not once, seen even the slightest hint of doubt whenever you spoke about Taehyung. The way you knew he was there, would always be there; the way he was. That your faith in him was in every part a reflection of the reality of your friendship.

It ached in him, this loneliness Yoongi felt. He was on the outside here, in Taehyung’s apartment, in this little social circle, but sometimes he felt on the outside of all life. Like he was missing something vital—within himself or without he could never decide. Maybe both.

Then he chastised himself – all the more harshly for his hangover – because he had friends, good friends, kind friends, who did not deserve him self-indulgently whining to himself about how he didn’t have a good enough friend, didn’t have a Taehyung, as if he would ever have let anyone get close enough to be a Taehyung.

He sighed and stopped watching that slice of life, resting his forehead on his arm, working out how to get out of this as quickly and quietly as possible. He was gathering strength for it, for seeing everyone, for facing people, for having to do the awkward goodbye thing where no one really cared that he was there or that he was leaving but they’d all pretend that they’d even notice his absence, when he heard your voice again, louder this time.

No, not louder.

Closer.

“Hello, you.” You held out your mug to him. “Want some coffee?”

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soubi122 · 2 years

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I recently read your ran X reader angst fanfic and I was mesmerized by the way you had heartbreak smut and emotion on such a fine line. (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

I have been thinking about a teen Ran (w braids) X reader angst based on Constant Repeat by Charlie XCX. Along the lines of him being with the reader but not appreciating her fully.

So maybe one time after them getting it on in his room Y/N is met w Rin, Sanzu (or whoever you want that Ran gets on with) chilling in the living room and Ran gets too cocky/describing Y/N as no more as a side chick to him and she breaks it off with him as she is really hurt by him denying their blooming relationship. Ran after deflecting his emotions realizes that he is in love with the reader and tries to prove it to her but is he too late ?

Sorry if this is very long >< if you don't feel up to it no worries, take care of yourself and thank you for your writing! :D

Hello Love! I'm so sorry it look me long time to get this together. Hope you like it!

Warnings: No minors, minors DNI, smut, angst, Ran's had such an ego, did i miss anything?

A little too late.

Love wasn’t something that lingered too long on your mind but when you met him - it was a thing that was on constant repeat.

You met Ran Haitani when he was out with his younger brother Rindou, both were just strutting around the streets of Roppongi as if they owned the place (if you only knew then what you knew now). What started as an innocent rivalry between two strangers at a festival - ended up with you dating the charismatic eldest Haitani. The festival you were attending was filled with all sorts of booths and games. A shooting gallery had a giant orange and white eel stuffed animal up for grabs, it made you want to win it and you were not going to let anyone stop you from taking it. You exclaimed loudly to your friends that you were aiming for that eel, unbeknown to you - you were on someone’s radar.

“(Y/N)! That thing is so ugly, you really want that?” Your friend exhales and droops her head, she knew you were going to win it. It was already embarrassing enough to say you wanted it, but to actually win it and carry it around with you - ugh she was not ready for that. “Alright little lady, if you can take out all 10 targets - you can choose any of the big stuffies.” The booth attendant said and handed you a BB rifle gun. You were testing your aiming and warming up. The first three shots missed and you realized that the barrel had a slight curve that was purposefully made to throw off your aiming. A snicker from next to you made you turn your head to see who was taunting you. Next to you was a tall male with black and blonde braided pigtails. He was handsome and made butterflies in your stomach. “Here you ya go, 10 shots and you get to pick any one of the big stuffies.” The attendant said and handed him a rifle. “Aniki (兄貴), you’re not seriously getting that ridiculous thing are you?” A second male said as he crossed his arms, he was shorter than the man next to you - he had mid length blonde hair and had both sides of his head shaved. Their eyes looked similar, could they be related?

Wait! What is he aiming for? You thought and turned to look at the man next to you. He was smirking at you and raised his eyebrows up to the stuffed eel. When you connected the two, your facial reaction was enough to make him laugh. You pouted and furrowed your eyebrows, it was game on. You hit 5 of 10, no prize for you. Hearing the BB gun go off next to you made you turn around, he wasn’t even leaning in like everyone else, his arm was extended with the rifle pointing at the targets. He had already knocked out 6 targets. You groaned and he gave you the coyest side eye. “Let’s go (Y/N). You lost…” Your friend said and was about to grab your wrist but you slammed some more money on the counter. “I’m not leaving without that eel.” You said and locked eyes with the tall man. “Oh no…” Your friend said and covered her face, she knew you were picking a fight with the man next to you.

Getting in position, you bent over and leaned into the rifle - the curve of your ass made the male take a glance and he accidently fired off a round, missing the target completely. “Ran, you missed, you won’t get that stupid thing now.” The other male said and also took a peek at your position. So that was his name, Ran. Hmm…seems fitting for a pretty boy. Resetting the targets, the attendant took more cash from Ran, he was going to try again. Only this time, he got closer to you and your nose could pick up the scent of his cologne. After each shot, he inched closer and closer. 7 out 10, you were so close to getting that eel! Aiming for that 8th target, you were about to fire but Ran decided to ‘accidentally’ brush up against you, causing you to squeak and miss the target. “Oh come on!” You yelled and turned to look at him. “All is fair in love and war…” He said, his tone was deep and made goosebumps on your skin. He sounded much more attractive…wait what? What the hell did he just say? You ask yourself when you realized what he said. What the hell does this have to do with what he just said? Leave it to a Haitani to say something completely random, in their head it makes perfect sense.

When he adjusted his aim, you stretched your arms up and out, ‘accidently’ tugging his braid. It made his arm twitch and he missed his shot. He turned to look at you, “Now that’s playing dirty.” The smug grin you had on your face made him realize that you weren’t going to be a pushover. “I thought all was fair in love and war or whatever it is that you said?” You retorted and put your hands on your hips. “Fine…if I win - I’m taking that eel and you.” It was like a record scratch in a sitcom, what did he just say? “Me? Why me?” You question him as your face becomes dusted in pink. “Does it matter?” He retorted and it made you furrow your eyebrows. That was rather rude, besides - you don’t even know each other. Sensing your resistance, Ran leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I wanna get to know ya…that and I like how feisty you are.” Your features softened and your eyes reflected innocence, something that he was not expecting. You thought he was going to say something about your body but he seemed genuinely interested in you, oh how he wooed you. Needless to say that you both were trying your hardest to win.

The shooting gallery game ended up with you as the victor when the attendant announced a tie breaker. Both you and Ran had hit all 10 targets and the tiebreaker was who could hit the single target in the far back of the booth. You hit the target but fearing Ran will also hit the target you stood on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear that you wanted the eel as a body pillow - that you could only sleep with something between your legs at night. It caused him to miss, he almost ended up shooting the attendant. You cheered and jumped up and down as you were announced the victor. The way your chest bounced had both brothers and other males staring at you in awe. You looked like a child on Christmas when the attendant handed you the eel. The sweet smile on your face gave them butterflies. “So, how about I take you out to dinner? Can’t go home empty handed, right?” You say while smiling at Ran. He could have sworn he saw a halo above your head with all the lights in the background.

Months were spent going on dates, doing things that seemed mundane any other time but seemed like a blessing with him and slowly tearing down walls that were almost impossible to climb. Though you weren't sure if Ran was serious, you held back sleeping with him until you thought you were ready. You were falling deeper and deeper into an abyss. Make out sessions ended with you fighting with yourself - Ran was getting close to having you surrender to him. His touch was like fire, he kept setting you off like napalm. There was a time when you were close to letting him strip you but a call interrupted the moment and he had to take his leave. Other times you were giving him quickies with your hands, the way he praised you as you stroked him almost made you take a taste. Dry humping and each other's hands weren't enough anymore, you wanted to feel him but when was the right moment to give in?

The little things that he would do for you, they were things that a boyfriend would do and you asked him out of the blue - his answer was enough to let your guard down. “You’re my girl, what else would you be?” He would say and lean in to kiss you and tell you sweet nothings. Telling you how you made him feel things that he’s never felt before, things that a special someone would make him feel - you were his and he was yours. Ran was in constant repeat on your mind - your feelings were blooming and it was driving you insane. How much longer could you last without telling him that you were falling in love with him? But was love something he believed in?

“Come here gorgeous…” Ran says as he extends his hand out to you, inviting you into his room. Rindou was at the gym with a friend and you both had the house all to yourselves. “I don't know Ran, Rindou might come back any minute…” You hesitated but still reached out to him. The smirk on his face as he pulled you in made you giggle - he always gave you that look before making you melt.

The moment the door closed, he lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. I think…this is it. You think to yourself and lean in to press delicate kisses on his lips. “Ran…” You whisper into the kiss and he hums in response. “I’m ready…” You say with a blushing face. His coy smirk made your heart skip a beat. He has patience and his patience is about to pay off. Slowly and gently, he lays you down on his bed and begins to trail kisses from your lips to your neck. His hands were roaming your body and tugging at the hem of shirt. Within minutes your clothes were scattered along his bedroom floor, seeing Ran’s body on full display made pools of honey between your legs. Those gorgeous tattoos that adorned the left side of his chest and back - they trailed from his collarbone down to his wrist and down his leg.

Both of you being bare was throwing your focus off. Ran’s eyes were scanning every inch of your body, savoring how your chest rose up and down, the quivering of your thighs and the glossy look in your eyes. Though he’s touched you before and you’ve explored each other's body - this was the first time going all the way with you. Finally, he was going to have a taste of heaven.

Ran began to lower himself, trailing your body with gentle kisses, hungry hands roamed the valley of your chest. He could feel how your heart was pounding against your chest and the shakiness of your breath. Placing his mouth over your nipple, he began to flick his tongue over the hardened bud - the warm and cool sensations drew breathy moans from your lips. The moment he latched on, his right hand massaged the other mound - rolling and pinching the nub. He was being gentle, not wanting to look as if he was starved from human touch, he was taking his time to make your body feel things you’ve never felt before. “...so perfect.” He whispered against your skin and left light purple marks on the sensitive flesh. “Ran…” You whimpered into his touch, the throbbing of your core was becoming unbearable. Lithe hands reach for him and guide his hands south between your thighs.

Long slender fingers glide between your folds, collecting the slick - making you bite your lip in anticipation. Ran slid two fingers in and smirked at how your walls contracted, he wondered if he’d even be able to fit himself inside you. “You’re so wet dollface…” His eyes look up at you, drinking in the blissed out expression and hazy scene had him also aching for attention. The way he curled his fingers as he slid in and out made you roll your hips into his touch. Your mind was muddled with desire that you couldn’t even think straight. Everywhere he touched it added more fuel to the fire. He was reaching deeper than your dainty hands could, how many times have you felt unsatisfied by being unable to reach that golden spot that made you see stars? He was determined to tease you, almost edging you for minutes on end. Every thrust of his fingers had your chest pounding and it could be heard from Ran’s position, you were so close - just a little more and you’d be seeing the white pearly gates. He slowed his pace and heard you whimper, “Getting close are we?” Your walls clenched around his finger in response to his question.

He dipped down and nuzzled his face between your thighs making you squeak. Nibbling on your inner thighs he inched closer and closer to your dripping core. The warmth of his tongue licking your clit made your body twitch. It felt like you were gasping for air when he began to suck on your bundle of nerves. It was a deadly combination that had your hands gripping the back of his head and shifting your hips to get more friction. The fire in your belly was spreading and fast. Ran's left hand reached up to graze your lips, gently sticking two fingers in your mouth. The reaction was immediate, your tongue wrapped itself around the digits - sucking and moaning as he reached deep inside you. “I need you (Y/N)...” The longing and sweetness in Ran's voice made something snap inside you, you didn’t know what to hold on to. Heavily panting and gripping the bed sheets, your body was burning and the unmistakable sensation running down your spine - your essence coated his tongue and fingers. Repeating his name over and over again as your high reached its peak - he couldn’t help but rut his hips into the mattress.

Lapping every drop, he felt as if he was intoxicated - you were already alluring but your core was bewitching him. He was almost sure that if you were to ask him to kill for you, he'd do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could dive back into your honeypot. Ran barely gave you a moment to catch your breath, he hovered over you and crashed his lips onto yours. He wanted you to taste yourself, for you to feel what he felt - he wanted more. Your tongues danced, with Ran taking the lead he guided your arms and made you wrap them around his neck. It was in preparation for his next move. Being perfectly positioned between your thighs, he prodded his tip in your core and made you gasp - he did not break the kiss. Your body was writhing underneath him as his cock bullied its way in. The deeper he went the more you were struggling to breathe.

Finally, when he bottomed out he let you suck air back into your lungs. Both of you were panting, sweating and on the verge of drowning in pleasure. “I-fuck-it hurts.” You say with a hint of pain on your tongue. Ran was struggling to move, as much as he wanted to reel his hips back and fuck you - he didn't want to hurt you. “Is this your first time?” He asks while placing gentle kisses on your lips and cheek to try and sooth you. You shake your head no, it's not your first time but he made it feel like it was. “Breathe baby… focus on my voice.” His low and husky tone was calming your nerves as he did slow and shallow thrusts. To feel this full was a first - not even your personal toys could compare to him. You could feel every throb, every vein and your walls clenched around him. Ran was splitting you in half.

The pressure between your thighs was immense but his gentle peace was slowly bringing back the pleasure. “Ngh…I'm-oh God!” You couldn't even finish your sentence, his tip was kissing your cervix and making you dizzy. The sparks were beginning to fly. Each time he would pull out, he would reel his hips farther back and thrust back in quicker. He was making your eyes roll back into your skull. Stuttering and panting you spoke, “R-Ran, please…m-more! I want more!” Your request made him smirk and sit up on his knees. The magic words he wanted to hear rang in his ears.

He slung your legs over his shoulder and leaned in, shifting his weight to his knees then began to thrust harder and faster. Your whole body was quivering with the amount of pressure on your hips and core. The coil was winding again, it was like he was shooting electricity into your veins. Ran repeatedly slammed his hips into you making you moan loudly and cry out his name. To share this with anyone else felt wrong but with him everything felt so right. This moment meant everything to you. A numbing sensation began to creep up your spine and made your toes curl. His husky and low moans were like music to your ears and bringing you closer to the edge. “You feel so good.” Praising you like this made the butterflies in your stomach run rampant. “Fuck, (Y/N). You're gonna make me lose it if you keep clenching like that.” Ran stuttered and picked up his pace. His coil was close to snapping, just the sight of you in this position was enough to throw him over the edge. He's waited for so long to be able to sink into you. Those breathy moans and cries of his name - no one came close to how you made him feel. It was heaven, you were heaven to him.

The unmistakable sensation clawing up your spine had you babbling incoherently signaling your release. Your vision went white as your velvet walls clenched around him, coating his length with your juices and throwing him over the edge. His pace became sloppy as his hips kept snapping against you, almost bruising you. Ran's husky moans get louder as he fills you to the brim. You could feel how he throbbed with each spurt of white ropes that coated your walls. Both of you were left heaving and desperate for air. He rolled over and reached for some clean up items. This man really gave you every last drop of cum and you took it all. “I need to close my eyes for a bit…don’t mind me.” You say while grinning from ear to ear, he drained every ounce of energy you had in just one round. He smirked and placed a kiss on your forehead. “This is the first time I’ve been drained after…you know…” You say softly and bury your face into his chest. “After what? Making love?” You giggled softly and nodded, he said love making - so this was more than just sex. The sound of his heart beating had you falling deeper and deeper into a blissful sleep. Within a matter of minutes Ran drifted with you.

After about 30 minutes, Rindou came home but he wasn’t alone. The apartment was extremely quiet, a little too quiet for his liking. “Your brother is probably sleeping, leave him be or else he might just kick us out in only our underwear.” The person with him said. The other male was tall and had a scar running from the back right side of head crossing his left eye. He was not only gym buddies with Rindou but also a close friend to Ran. Both of them sat in the living room just relaxing, planning their next gym meet and other business involving Tenjiku. A few minutes passed by and the sound of Ran’s bedroom door opening made them turn their heads in fear. Oh no, were they too loud? Was Ran going to be in a bad mood? Was Rindou going to have to hide in the bathroom again?

Ran emerged from his bedroom, he was smirking and slowly walking to the living room where the other two were. “You’re in a good mood.” Rindou said as he prepared to get chewed out by a sleep deprived Ran. But the older Haitani just shook his head and lazily plopped down on the couch. “You’re kind of scaring me…” Rindou said, but Ran just kept that smirk plastered on his face. “Kakucho, I think there is something wrong with Ran.” Kakucho, the male with the scars, only chuckled when he caught a glimpse of your figure while sleeping in Ran’s bed. The door was open enough for him to see into the room, Rindou leaned over and saw you in bed. “You finally got laid?” Rindou asked as he looked at Ran. Ran has been talking about it non stop, he was waiting for you to give in - to let him have a taste of heaven but you were always a little defensive about it or the timing wasn’t right. Seeing him settle was a win for the younger Haitani.

The sound of people chattering woke you from your slumber, turning over to see an empty bed, your eyes darted towards the open door. You quietly shift off the bed, wrapping the sheets around yourself and walking closer to the doorway. You wanted to pop your head out the door but the conversation they were having made you freeze in place. “So it’s official then? She’s your girlfriend?” Rindou asked with a shit eating grin, it wasn’t like Ran to be patient with women nor to even chase after one for so long. You could feel the blush creep up your face and your ears felt hot. Of course, it was kind of a given that you two were an item or a couple. He would call you his girl, his babe - his. Hearing Ran affirm it would make you feel gleeful. “Heh…now why would you say such a stupid thing?” For a minute you weren’t sure who was speaking, but that tone of voice - it was Ran. His inflated ego was beyond understanding. “Wait, she’s not?” Kakucho asked, the concept of a relationship was new to him and he’s never really found someone who was interested in him nor someone that he was interested in.

“She is, there’s no way you too aren’t a couple.” Rindou said but Ran continued his cocky rant of how you were nothing more than just a friend with benefits. “It took me a while but I was finally able to fuck her - she was tight like a virigin.” Ran snickered and clicked his tongue. “I’m sure she’ll get clingy after today. She won’t be able to leave me, side chicks are always like that, they play hard to get but then you fuck ‘em and now they love you.” Your vision became blurry, the bile was in the back of your throat and ready to come out. How could he say such a thing? Were you only just a play thing to him? His end game was to get you in bed? No, he has to be joking. Your thoughts try to convince you, but the next words that flew out his mouth made you almost drop to your knees. “You guys are more than welcome to have a taste, I’ve had my fill.” This whole time you were being lied to. He was being kind and loving so that he could get you between the sheets. He was really no different from other scumbags who tried to get you before.

Quietly, you began to get dressed and wiped the tears that fell from your lashes. It was like putting salt on an open wound, the shame that had you feeling like a total fool for falling for him. The whole time he continued his banter, the other two males were trying to get him to admit that it was bullshit, there was no way Ran didn’t have feelings for you. Both Kakucho and Rindou’s faces went pale when they looked behind Ran. “Aniki-” Rindou spoke but was cut off by Ran. “Like I said, she’s just a friend with benefits. Time to look for some new pussy.” His tone was completely carefree. “ANIKI!” Rindou yelled but it was too late, you heard everything and were now behind Ran. “Would you shut the fuck up? You’re going to wake her up.” Ran said but when he noticed the shadow behind him, he felt his stomach drop. How much did you hear? “Baby-” He began but was cut off by a slap to the face. “Fuck you Haitani…” You spat and headed towards the door, not even bothering to look behind you as the three men sat in horror at what just happened. The sound of the door slamming made the walls shake, the force was enough to knock a frame off the wall. “You never learn do you?” Kakucho said, he’s seen this play out before with Izana. Only Izana really means what he says and is clear with the girls he sleeps with. But Ran always digs himself too deep and ends up getting slapped in the face when he can’t dig himself out.

It felt like you couldn’t walk fast enough out of his apartment. Tears were now free falling, completely blinding you and making it difficult to even know where you were going. People were staring at you as you walked right past them in complete shambles. It was painfully obvious to people that you just got your heart broken and judging by the direction you were coming from - they knew that it had something to do with the kings of Roppongi. The sound of your phone ringing made you pause to take a look at who was calling. It was Rindou, fucking Rindou and not Ran. You declined his call and continued walking, at this point you just wanted to get as far away as possible from his apartment. The ache in your chest was making it hard to breathe. How could he be such an arrogant asshole? Even after making love to you? Wait…did he even really consider it making love or was he just saying things to make himself sound better?

Your blurred vision made you accidentally bump into a group of men, they looked rowdy and annoyed. “Oi! Sweetheart, watch where the fuck your goin’!” One of them screamed in your face, making you flinch. “I’m sorry, please excuse me.” You said and bowed to apologize. But these assholes were looking for more than an apology, one of them gripped your chin and made you face him. His breath reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, it was making you nauseous - he was like a walking ashtray. “Let go of me!” You yelled, clawing at his face to try and free yourself from his grip.

“Fucking bitch!” The man said and was about to strike you, making you clench your eyes shut but all of a sudden he was face first into the concrete. The sound of rushing footsteps and thuds made you stumble back to the floor. By the time you realized what happened, the group of men were out cold and kissing the concrete. “Are you alright?” The gentle voice of a man from behind you said. You turned around and saw the male reaching out to give you a hand. He had lilac hair and gorgeous lilac eyes - he was handsome too. Reaching out to take his hand, you got on your feet and thanked him. If he wasn’t there, who knows what would have happened to you. “Did they hurt you?” He asked and reached to cup your face, your eyes were swollen from crying and it looked like you had bruises on your chest and neck. “I’m fine, thank you.” You said and tried hard not to stare too long at his eyes. “Oi! Mitsuya, what the hell happened here?” Someone else called out from a distance. Looking behind him, you saw a tall male with blonde hair and a dragon tattoo on his temple.

“Some guys were messing with this chick and I took care of them.” Mitsuya responded with a cheeky grin. “Hey, let us walk you home - I don’t want these assholes following you.” He said and headed towards the taller male. “Draken, mind if we walk her home?” He says and the other male in the distance shrugged and sighed. Looks like this wasn’t the first time this has happened. “Oh, you don’t have to take me home - please you’ve done enough.” You say and begin to follow him. “Nah, it’s ok. We don’t mind.” His smile was sincere and warm.

On the way, they asked a few questions here and there making sure you were ok. You answered truthfully as you had no one else to lean on at the time. As someone who lives with nothing but women, Draken understood the situation and he knew exactly what to say to try and cheer you up. “Well, it’s his loss - I’m sure he’ll end up regretting it.” Mitsuya said. It was an odd sensation, somehow these two complete strangers became instant friends - funny how strangers often provide you comfort better than your closest friends. They let you yell and scream all you wanted - you couldn’t even be bothered with shedding tears again. “After this I don’t think I have it in me to date again. I should just become a Hermit.” You said with a giggle. Both men smiled at you and laughed with you. “Well, if you need a shoulder to lean on or if you wanna blow off some steam - we’re just a call away.”

*a few days later*

“Are you sure it was ok to let her walk out like that?” Rindou asked his brother as he was getting ready to head out to the gym. “Look, I know you two really liked each other. For fuck sake Ran - you looked happy.” The younger Haitani was trying to get Ran to apologize to you but he was failing each and every single time. Ran was stubborn and had a massive ego, he wasn’t going to chase skirts after he was done taking them off. “Would you get off my back already?” Ran spat and threw the nearest object at Rindou as he was leaving. That was enough for Rindou to stop bothering Ran. Alone with his thoughts he couldn’t get the image of your broken face out of his head. Your eyes were red and glossy, and yet you had no tears rolling down your face. You didn’t cry for him, you didn’t beg him nor stay. Each time his phone rings or gets a notification, his heart skips a beat - is it you? Are you going to chew him out or keep giving him the cold shoulder?

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, he opened his messages and saw your name. As much as he didn’t want to he ended up tapping on your name - all the messages loaded. He was reading through each and every single conversation you had with him.

(Y/N) on Mon 24 2023 - 10:00 a.m.

I am happy just thinking about you. Ran, I can’t wait to see you tonight.

End Message

(Y/N) on Mon 24 2023 - 10:45 a.m.

Thinking of picking up some desserts before I head over. You want your favorite? 🙂

End Message

(Y/N) on Mon 24 2023 - 7:28 p.m.

Ran, I got the two last montblanc for you! I almost had to box a bitch for them! 😤

End Message

(Y/N) on Tue 25 2023 - 2:02 a.m.

I can’t stop thinking about tonight. I don’t know if I will be able to hold back next time. You touch me and my mind goes blank… Fuck, Ran you’re bad for my health. lol ☠️

End Message

Each message you’d send him would always make him smile. Even when he was having a really shitty day, the anticipation of receiving a message from you was always there. Whatever, she’ll come back eventually. He thinks to himself as he continues to read through his messages. With each passing minute, he was getting impatient - why, who knows? He was bored, the apartment was too quiet and his phone was pretty much dead. A few hours had gone by and Rindou came back from the gym with Kakucho. They brought two girls with them, it looks like they were also gym buddies. “Aniki, we’re gonna order some food. Is there anything you want to eat?” Rindou asked as he looked over at Ran. He shrugged his shoulders and said whatever is fine with him. As their guests were talking, giggling and laughing - Ran was getting annoyed. These girls were annoying him, they sounded like airheads and attention seekers. Throughout their meal the girls kept making comments that would try to work in their favor. They were trying to get Kakucho and Rindou to compliment them. It was driving Ran up the wall. Thinking back on it, you weren’t like that, you never once asked Ran to compliment you or ask him to tell you sweet things that you wanted to hear. If anything you were always the one to compliment him, your honeyed tone and words were always music to his ears. He was the one being praised for once. In addition, you always had confidence in your looks - never did too much and always did things for him because you wanted to. His thoughts were reminiscing and he was trying not to get dragged into the pointless conversation.

“So, what’s your type, handsome?” One of them asked Ran, interrupting his train of thought. He chuckled. “I like women who aren’t self centered and who don’t seek attention.” His tone was cold and he clicked his tongue. “You see, all these stupid ass comments you’re making - you’re fishing for compliments. Are you really that insecure?” The silence in the room was deafening. It was awkward, he was annoyed with girls who he’s used to being around with. “You probably regret getting implants and that’s why you keep fishing for compliments on your tits to make yourself feel better about your mistake.” Oh no - he’s getting personal. Usually he’d play along and would butter them up, telling them the things they’d want to hear. However, he found it vexing and he wanted nothing more than these girls to leave his apartment. “What a jerk!” One of the girls scoffs, they both get up to leave even though Rindou and Kakucho were trying to apologize to make them stay. But Ran’s rudeness was more than enough to not make them turn back. “What the fuck was that?” Kakucho asks as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He didn’t expect Ran to cockblock them.

Ran simply retreated into his room and laid in bed. What the fuck did he do? This wasn’t like him. He shouldn’t be hung up over you. He shouldn’t be thinking about you at all. “(Y/N), what did you do to me?” He mumbles under his breath and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Over the next few days he realized his feeling of frustration was due to not having you around. You were always there to help him relax, to help him take his mind off things and of course you were always giving him your love and attention. At first it was only about sex, he was waiting to get you between the sheets but with how you took care of yourself and how you made him wait - he was no longer interested in that. Sex was now just a bonus, the real prize was you and your affection. Was his ego worth more than your love? He was still too stubborn to try and call you or visit you at home. Would you even answer the phone or open the door for him? It was a risk he had to take, he wanted you back - he needed you. He wanted to at least apologize for saying those things to you.

The upcoming weeks were a drag to him, he wanted to ‘casually’ run into you to have an excuse to talk to you. He didn’t have the guts to call you. But each time he went out to the places you’d most likely be at, you were nowhere to be found. Your friends even gave him the cold shoulder and refused to give him any information about you. You must have told them what happened and of course, like true friends they backed you up and told Ran to fuck off. “Aniki, you fucked up - you really think she’s going to forgive you? You didn’t even bother chasing after her.” Rindou said as he patted Ran on the back. He’s never seen Ran like this before. Usually, he could care less or would already have another piece of ass on his lap but he wasn’t chasing skirts. Another festival is coming up soon, he will try to look for you there. He was going to give one last ditch effort to run into you before he completely caves and calls you.

*day of the festival*

Ran was left alone to wander the festival as Rindou had a date already and didn’t want his older brother to be a third wheel. He was passing through the booths that had stuffies up for grabs, there was no way you’d pass up another chance to win one. He was too distracted to notice that various women were trying to get his attention but he was not biting. “All right little lady, you get three chances. Knock down the target and the stuffy is yours.” The voice of one of the attendants said and it made Ran turn around. It was a pitching booth, the game was to knock down the one target with one of the three baseballs given to you by the attendant. He was not prepared for the sight in front of him. You were standing there with a smile on your face and were winding up your pitch. Getting ready to approach you, Ran took a step forward but stopped when he realized that you weren’t alone, the other guys with you were from Toman. However, when he realized who was standing next to you, it made his blood boil. It was none other than Mitsuya Takashi. They had some history, Mitsuya used to look up to the Haitani Brother when he was younger but when he got involved with Toman - they remained nothing but somewhat acquaintances. “(Y/N), holy shit! You got quite the pitch!” Mitsuya said and ruffled your hair. Seeing someone else put their hands on you, it set Ran off, but it was best not to confront you now - he wanted to get you alone.

A few hours later you were dropped off at home by Mitsuya. He was such a good friend, your feelings were platonic and he understood that. The worry stemmed from being an older brother to two little ones and also being kind of an older brother to the two Shiba siblings. Giving him one last look before you walked inside your apartment building, he waved goodbye and headed out on his bike.

Heading up the stairs, you made it to the 4th floor but the moment you turned the corner - there he was. Ran was sitting on the floor waiting for you at your door. When he noticed you, he got on his feet and looked you in the eye. “(Y/N)...” His tone was low, almost a whisper, you felt your stomach drop. To see him here, it completely threw you off balance - why was he here? “What are you doing here?” You asked a little hesitant to come closer. The feelings of shame and anger began to bubble inside you. After weeks of being alone and away from him, you couldn’t stand to see him, you hated him. “Can we talk?” He asked standing still, afraid to make the slightest move that might make you run away. "I heard enough that day." Your response was immediate, not even giving a second thought to his request. Biting the inside of his cheek, he held back the urge to spit the venom out of his mouth. "Just give me 10 minutes, please." His tone was sincere, it made your chest hurt and a knot formed in your throat. You were done going into things blindly with Ran, your eyes were wide open and the path with him was dark. Despite your reservations with him, he knew - he knew you were giving him your heart and he crushed it.

Taking a step forward, he reached his hand out to you and waited for you to take it. Ran wasn't used to being in this position, he was always on the other end and never did take anyone's hand. For the second time he's reaching for your hand. Will you give in? Being reminded of the day you gave him your love was painful. The bitter taste of his kisses lingered on your tongue and you wanted to spit him out. He set fire to the rope that connected your heart to him, all you had left were ashes and pain.

"There is nothing to discuss - you made it clear and I just don't have a heart to give you anymore. Goodbye Ran." You say and walk past him to get into your apartment. You didn't look back and closed the door, leaving him abandoned in the hallway. Ran Haitani lost his resolve, your eyes were empty - he drained the love out of you and it showed. It was cold, you were cold and he wasn't used to seeing you like this. The warmth that you gave, the same warmth that he felt in chest when thinking about you was gone. The flicker of hope he had was gone. For the first time Ran felt heartbreak.

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