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bangchanwifey · 6 months ago

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‘stuck with me’ - choi su-bong (thanos) / player 230 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

not proofread! read at your own risk!! i wanted to put my own spin on thanos bc everyone makes him so mean and aggressive so i hope i did this justice !!

pairing(s): ex bf!choi su-bong (thanos) x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, language, smut, fingering (r!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, normal squid game gore

summary: what happens when you reunite with your ex who did you dirty in a game where everyone is fighting to survive?

it has been almost a year since you and your ex boyfriend choi su-bong had broken up. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him practically everyday since then. but the two of you ended things for a reason and you knew you shouldn’t want him in the way you still do but you can’t help it.

su-bong had gotten caught up in some sort of crypto scam and he made you believe it in so much that he even convinced you to pitch your own money into it. of course it didn’t end up working out so that’s how you got where you are today almost 2 million won in debt.

you hated him for dragging you into this but you hated yourself more for trusting him and getting screwed over yet again.

you had been going about a normal day about to head back home for the night when a strange but attractive looking man approached you with an odd looking briefcase by his side. he made a promise to you that if you could beat him in a couple rounds of a silly game he would simply pay you. you were desperate so you played multiple rounds with him until you were fed up with him slapping you for losing. when you finished the man handed you a strange looking business card that you shoved in your pocket until you made it home.

so that’s how you ended up in a room with 455 other strangers. you were awoken by loud music blaring and lights coming on to see your surroundings. you looked down to see you had been changed into a green tracksuit with a small number ‘240’ in the corner of the jacket.

you had sat in your bunk for a while not sure what to do until finally a herd of guards with masks and pink outfits came through the doors. they had explained the rules to everyone and made you line up to go take photos for whatever reason before the first game begun.

“señorita? oh my god! is that really you?” you heard from a distance. you could recognize that voice anywhere. you turned around so fast you were surprise you didn’t get whiplash. there he was just a couple feet away from you, your ex boyfriend, choi su-bong.

you stared in shock as you took him in. he looked the same except he had gotten more tattoos and had freshly purple hair. you couldn’t deny that he looked good even in that ugly green tracksuit.

“what the the hell are you doing here?” you ask looking him up and down. he does the same back to you, “i could ask you the same.” he replied making you roll your eyes.

“well i’m actually here because someone made me lose all my fucking money for a scam.” you said sending him a glare before looking down at the ground. seeing him again after all this time had you feeling all sorts of emotions at once, especially anger.

“oh baby cmon! you’re really still mad about that?” he asked moving closer to you to get a better look. you hesitantly looked back up meeting his eyes once again. “of course I am! do you not understand that you made me go broke? i had to move back in with my parents for fucks sake!”

he just stared at you not knowing what to say next. you took that as an opportunity to get away from him, getting in line to take your photo. you posed for the camera giving a slight smile and throwing up your middle finger. you watched how su-bong practically did the same thing making you remember just how similar the two of you were.

once everyone had finished you were now all walking into a large field that looked like it was outside. the first thing everyone noticed was a giant creepy looking doll on the other side staring back at you.

you heard an automated voice call out to you and explain that you were going to be playing red light, green light. it explained the rules before everyone lined up in front of the starting line. it seemed simple enough. right?

before the game started you all watched how a man with the number ’456’ on his jacket screamed about how if you moved after red light was called you were going to be shot. he had to be crazy right? but his words stuck with you and once the game started and the voice finally called red light you stayed stiller than you ever have before.

everything seemed to be going just fine for a while as the man was guiding everyone and telling us when to go and stop. that was until the woman standing right next to you had a bee land on her neck. you heard her scream and before you could even process what was happening she had been shot, just like the man at the beginning had said.

when the voice called out green light yet again you stayed in your spot too taken aback to even move. you heard su-bong yell out to you, “hey you have to keep going. stay behind me.” so you did just that staying close behind him till you both reached the end.

once the game had concluded you found yourself back in the same bed from before laying down and staring at the ceiling. you had so many thoughts running through your mind. you knew you shouldn’t have come here in the first place. you knew there had to be some sort of catch, and now your life was all the line just to win some fucking money.

you heard footsteps approaching but you didn’t have to look to know who it was. “hey babe. you alright?” you looked over at su-bong wanting to ignore him but instead you sat up and faced him.

“don’t call me that su-bong.” you replied bluntly as you felt his gaze on you. he put his hands up in defense before sitting down next to you. “please stick next to me in here, i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t help.” you heard him say.

it made you smile a little. despite how much you hated his ass you knew deep down he still and always would care for you. he noticed this and it made him smile too. “also i would really like if you called me thanos.”

you scoffed and looked at him with a shocked face realizing that’s why he had the purple hair and colored nails. “you’re serious..? that’s the dumbest fucking rapper name i’ve ever heard.”

he laughed at your response noticing how you did a little too. “oh come on you know you love it.” you just stared at him not really knowing what to say but you honestly loved how he always came up with dumb shit like that and it suited him perfectly.

you two sat there for a while trying to catch up before you were interrupted by the guards once again. they had come in to congratulate the players who were still alive and said we would be holding a vote to stay or leave and split the money that had been accumulated so far.

you watched as the others voted one by one and when it was finally your turn you pressed the red ‘x’ with no hesitation. you watched thanos go shortly after you and to your surprise he had voted to stay. you watched him walk to the other side sighing as he smiled like it was no big deal.

as the voting was nearing an end you were sure you were going to make it out of there until the final voter, player ’001’ had pressed the blue ‘o.’

you stood there in disbelief for a minute before heading back to your bunk not wanting to be apart of the arguments that were already starting. you noticed thanos following close behind and you felt him grab your wrist.

you stared at him and his hand lingered on your arm not wanting to let go. “why did you do that?” you asked gesturing to the blue patch on his jacket. he looked at with an almost hurt expression. “oh come on baby you know i need the money. you do too. if we work through this together we can get that shit and get out of here safely.”

you just rolled your eyes at him trying to explain how putting your lives at risk wasn’t worth it but he didn’t seem to care. instead he pulled you to the bathrooms before you could stop him.

he pulled the two of you into the women’s restroom making you confused. “what the hell are you doing?!” you yelled trying to get out of his grip but he held on stronger.

“baby.. i’ve missed you so fucking much. i hate myself everyday for what i did to you and i know you do too. will you please work through this with me? we only have to do one more game and i promise i will make it up to you when we get that money and get out of here.” you heard him confess.

you wanted to scream at him for what he said. you wanted to tell him no and that he was wrong and you knew he was lying. but you didn’t. no, you couldn’t. instead you found yourself moving closer to him and before you knew it your lips were meeting his for the first time in almost a year.

the feeling made both of you let out soft moans and when you felt him move his hands lower onto your back you couldn’t help the noise that slipped out of you.

you pulled away for a second, your forehead still touching his and looking him in the eyes. “please don’t make me regret this. i want to trust you.” you whispered as he stared at you.

“i promise sweetheart. i want to make it up to you and i want to make you the happiest girl in the world. i will never stop feeling that way.” his words made the two of you smile before your lips met once again.

before you knew it the kiss was becoming more intense and full of need. thanos decided to pull you into a stall just incase someone had decided to walk in on the two of you.

you giggled as you felt him pick you up as if it was nothing. your lips never left his as he pushed you up against the door while holding you. “god i’ve missed this..” he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“me too su-bong.” you let out as you felt him start to place kisses down your neck. this made you tilt your head back allowing him more access as you ran your fingers through his purple locks.

“can i take this off?” he asked holding onto your jacket while looking up at you. you nodded quickly and he practically ripped off your jacket as well as the t-shirt underneath.

you moaned softly as he placed kisses to your chest before ripping off your bra as well. he cupped one of your tits in his hand before placing his mouth around the other one.

“please don’t tease me baby.” you whispered which made him only suck harder on your nipple. you could already feel how wet you were becoming as you saw him smirk at your words.

“just wanna take my time with you sweets.” he said before trailing kisses down your stomach. when he got to the waistband of your pants he slipped them off in a matter of seconds leaving you in just your underwear.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” he moaned as he took in the sight of you that was in front of him. you smiled at him before removing his own shirt and pants so you were now both in the same position. your mouth practically dropped at how good he looked and he couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction.

he removed his boxers before removing your own underwear leaving the two of you naked. it had been so long since you saw each other like this and it made the both of you blush slightly.

he moved closer and placed your lips together yet again. the feeling of your tits pressed up against his bare chest made the two of you moan, aching for more. you felt his hand trail down to your already soaking wet pussy and he stuck a finger in without warning making you moan again.

he kept his eyes on yours as he watched your reaction to his fingers. before you knew it he was adding another before moving his mouth to your tits again. the pleasure was staring to become overwhelming as it had been too long since someone had you like this.

your moans became louder and you knew if anyone walked into the bathroom they would know exactly what was going on. but to be honest, you didn’t care. you yelled out as you felt him pick up his speed encouraging you to cum on his fingers.

you did just that making him smirk at you again before he picked you up once more. he held a firm grip on your sides letting you know he wasn’t going to drop you.

“i love you so much su-bong.. i’m sorry for leaving.” you admitted to him looking into his eyes. “don’t apologize my girl. you had every right to do what you did. i was so shitty to you but i really hope you can forgive me. i just want to move forward with you and give you what you deserve. i love you.” he confessed.

you kissed him again this time a little more aggressive not wanting this moment to end. he held you tight and you could feel his erection against your stomach making you feel even wetter than before. “i need you baby…” you moaned out while looking up at him.

he wasted no time lining his cock up with your entrance. you both moaned before he pushed his length inside of you causing you to throw your head back. he held onto you as he trusted himself up into you never letting go once.

“fuck! you feel so good baby.” he moaned into your ear, resting his head on your shoulder. your nails met his back scratching lightly as he thrusted into you over and over again.

“faster thanos please!” you yelled out wanting more of him. he did what you said thrusting into you even quicker. he would be lying if he said you calling him his nickname didn’t turn on even more. he absolutely loved the effect you had on him.

the speed of his thrusts and the sounds of his soft whimpers in your ear was enough to send you over the edge. you were close and you knew he was too.

“‘m so close baby.” he whispered slamming into you even harder than before.

he wrapped a hand around your throat knowing how much it turned you on. you moaned louder than before at the feeling and you knew you were done for. “i’m gonna cum!” you yelled feeling your orgasm getting closer.

“that’s it baby let it out, cum all over my cock.” he said causing you to do just that. not long after he was releasing inside of you painting your insides white with one last thrust into you.

he pulled out of you before cleaning the two of you up carefully. when the two of you were dressed again you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “what?” he asked looking at you confused. “i can’t believe we just did that here.” you replied smiling big at him causing him to do the same.

“i’d do that with you anywhere!” he said causing you to lightly smack him on the arm. you rolled your eyes before giving him another quick kiss. “i love you.” he said.

“i love you too su-bong.” you replied as you felt him kiss your forehead before opening the stall door for the two of you. he grabbed your hand before heading back to the others.

little did you know what was coming your way.

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ang3ltine · 6 months ago

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❝ 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 ❞

Se-mi x freader reader prompt ──★˙🍓̟!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: pt 2 of pretty girl and how they cope during the games

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: In this scenario, Se mi survives for the sake of the plot duh

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: contains smut and mentions of blood/canon events from the games. Slight mention of sa by player 124 ( scroll to avoid )

✰ Apartment 707, that was place the couple shared. At the time they were just close friends, agreeing to share the place and became roommates.

✰It was the place where you had shared your first Christmas there, celebrating the debut of Se mi's band. Black stones.

✰ Se mi realised the pattern of toxic relationships you were in and worried about your mental health. Men would come and go in your life, and it always ended the same. With you in tears and Se mi comforting you in her arms. She wished you would just love yourself instead of finding validation in men.

✰ There was a time where you questioned your feelings for Se mi, wondering if it was just platonic or if it was something more. You would always joke and call Se mi your bf , but deep down in your heart, you secretly yearned for her.

Now you could finally call Se mi yours. Leaning against a sink, you reached down and gently raked your fingers through her thick black hair. After last night's not so innocent antics, she was getting you both cleaned up in the washroom.

"You should see yourself in the mirror , you look like a mess " you snickered as Se mi finished up. Scoffing in response she stood up and loomed over your small frame.

"Says the one who came on my tongue last night, you're one to talk..." she whispered in your ear in her low, sultry voice. There was a slight raspiness that made you close your legs in response.

Se mi soaked in the sight before her. Your usually neat hair was unkempt and wild, lips were kiss swollen and hickeys were scattered across your neck and collarbone. A sight that she was extremely proud of.

Not a single sound came out of your mouth, knowing she was right. It's not your fault that Se mi was an absolute menace with her tongue. Not to mention her tongue piercing only made the experience all the more euphoric.

Suddenly, the washroom begun to feel stuffy and you could feel your heart about to burst from how fast it was beating. Se mi had already started softly kissing your neck and it was agonisingly slow, she smirked against your skin while you whine in frustration.

You were bold enough to grab Se mi's face and make her look at you. Honestly it surprised her but she wasn't complaining when you took the lead. Lips just barely touching while your breath fanned against hers. But you hesitated, wondering if this was really a good idea to be intimate in the washroom of all places.

But much to your dismay, the guards had walked in. Quickly, you lightly pushed her away and tried fixing your shirt in a hurry. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment from being caught.

Se mi was surprised that the guards hadn't questioned why you were both inches away from making out. After being escorted back to the dorms, you then got ready for the next game.

Thanos wanted Se mi on his team and from then on you guys had become an odd group of individuals. One crazy leader, your annoying ex, a wimp and then there was you and Se mi. Despite your reluctance in joining this team, Se mi reassured you that you'd be safe with her. Plus the reaction that came from Namgyu (player 124) was absolute gold! He was fuming when he noticed the dark hickeys that were visible on your neck. You wanted to cover them up but Se mi convinced you to at least keep the zipper to your jacket open.

Namgyu tsked as he realised the person who had marked you up was standing right next to you. Wearing a proud smirk she placed two fingers up and stuck her tongue between them. Clearly shocked from the action, Namgyu rolled his eyes and turned his focus back to the game.

"Was that really necessary??", you say in a hushed tone as you shoved her arm playfully. Trying to bite back a smile.

"Oh c'mon, the jerk deserved to know that you don't belong to him anymore".

Funnily enough, your team worked. Despite the outbursts by Thanos you guys managed to survive the next few games, excluding the red light , green light game ofcourse. Namgyu had been following him around like his minion and you were beginning to wonder if he had a thing for him or something.

Se mi was extremely pissed when she saw you huddled in the corner of the dorm with your ex clawing at your clothes. Forcing you to kiss him when you clearly didn't want to.

That same night she held you in her arms as you broke down in tears. Softly cooing as she gently rubbed your back and whispered sweet nothings into your hair.

Namgyu had left the room the following morning with a broken nose.

✰

Jealousy wasn't really her thing until some random dude tried flirting with you during the voting. Que Se mi kicking the guy right in his nuts and dragged you off to the washroom.

" Se mi mmph...it's.. too much-" you huffed as she had you pushed against the stall door with both legs placed on her shoulders. Face buried deep into your cunt as she savoured your sweet nectar on her tongue. Her tongue piercing felt amazing againgst your clit as she finger fucked you.

Eyes darkened with lust, she peered at you through her lashes. With a lazy smirk she pulled away after you came for 3rd time and proceeded to make out with you. Tasting yourself on her tongue only made the kiss more addicting .

" You think you could cum for me one more time angel? "

✰

With the votes ending up in a draw , because of this a fight broke out in the men's bathroom resulting to a few casualties on both sides. Those who voted to leave hatched a plan to stay awake during the night as they had a feeling the X's might attack them in their sleep.

As soon as the lights switched off, all hell broke loose. With so many people being brutally killed in their beds you began to worry about Se mi. You got separated from her during the chaos and to make things worse, you were bleeding from a wound on your stomach. A huge guy had jumped you from the dark but you had managed to fight back and escape.

Time had slowed down as you spotted Se mi fighting your ex. She was by herself and was being backed into the wall by this crazy man. After Thanos death he had resulted to taking the unusual drugs from his cross and became even more erratic than before.

Without a second to lose you ran towards them , clutching your aching wound. He was scraping a broken glass shard across Se mi's and she looked terrified, frantically looking around to search for help.

" Get away from her - !!"

Knocking him unconscious with your elbow, you reached for a stray fork on the floor and lunged towards him , embedding it into the side of his neck. While he writhed in pain you stepped over him to check on Se mi.

You cupped her face in your hands, checking for any injuries and sighed in relief.

"Thank God you're ok.."

Lucky for you she only had suffered from minor inuries from the broken glass. You peppered her face with kisses tenderly over every scratches and scrapes. She nestled into the warmth of your palm and gave places a gentle peck , reassuring you that she was alright.

Panick soon settled in as she glanced down towards your wound. Blood had seeped through your shirt, painting it in crimson.

"Woah wait - how did you get this?" her voice faltered as she applied pressure on your wound. She was scared that you wouldn't make it. Due to blood loss your eyes were beginning to droop from drowsiness and it was getting hard to breathe from immense pain.

" Some guy jumped me..." you hissed through your teeth as Se mi reached for something beside her.

Quickly ripping the sleeve of her jacket she made a makeshift bandage around your waist to stop the bleeding. She then gently cradled you in her arms , wanting to keep you close. Your scent filled her nose as she buried her face into your hair, keeping herself calm.

She was safe, but more importantly you were safe.

That was enough for her...

Ps. The ending was rushed but at least this is a happy ending

#squid game x reader #squid game #squidgame season 2 #se mi x reader #player 380 x reader #player 380 #ang3ltine

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eloquentlytired · 7 months ago

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18+ CONTENT. MDNI.

wade x fem!reader x logan

word count: 3k

summary: Wade and Logan are your neighbors and best friends. You've been through many things together in the span of little time. When things take a turn for the worse, they're there for you.

warning(s): brief physical abuse ( reader's ex bf ), logan and wade are the bestest of friends fr, sassy wade, smut, threesome, fluff, tension, these three actually love eo too much, I LOVE THEM!!!, besties to lovers

note: sorry for any mistakes, I didn't re-check it but take it bc I'm ovulating intensely while also coping. this will be very self indulgent I fear

Your new life wasn't amazing but it was yours. It was good.

Your own rented apartment, your cat, your car and your neighbors which you'd somehow ended up best friends with. You've known Logan and Wade for half a year but you'd probably sacrifice a bunch of people for them — as terrible as that sounds.

“Ever thought we might be linked by destiny?” Wade asked one day while munching on a few chips.

“I was actually trying to think if I should link my fist to your left or right side.” Logan lovingly replied before the two began bickering. Yes, you truly loved them as they were.

At some point you had gone through all best friends shit with them. New relationships, breakups, toxic boyfriends and girlfriends. Or what Wade liked to call ‘the final boss’ known as your current boyfriend.

“He eats burgers with a fucking fork.” Wade argued while slurping his pasta. Logan was quiet next to him, taking in all the information of your newest relationship. In all honesty, he didn't like the guy — something seemed off about him — but you still appreciated how Logan wouldn't pry too much or judge. The opposite of Wade.

“You can't cross him out just because of that.” You talked back to Wade, roughly swallowing your own bite of pasta.

You were all gathered in Wade’s apartment, sitting at his dining table and talking.

“Cross him out? I'll do worse. I'll cancel him, gonna film it and everything too.” Wade turns to Logan then while pointing at you with his fork. “Tell her something now. This is an order.”

Logan glanced at Wade sideways before shrugging.

“She’s a big girl. Let her breathe a little.” Your face lit up at Logan’s reaction while Wade’s darkened unusually. But Logan was quick to soothe him with mere words.

“We’re a door away, bub. She needs us then she yells.” Logan stared at you as if waiting for a sign of confirmation and you found yourself obediently nodding — agreeing with his words. At least Wade seemed more relaxed now.

There were many things you hated in this life. Workload, bugs, traffic, Wade being right about things.

You blankly stared in the mirror, observing the bruise that was forming near your right eye. It hurt, of course it did, but the physical pain was somehow masked by the mental one. Whatever was going on in your head was simply worse.

You tried to remember everything that happened correctly.

Your boyfriend, yelling and screaming over some unwashed clothes he needed for tomorrow. You were a girlfriend not a maid, you'd told him before he punched you.

You remember the silence that followed and then how fast he left.

Wade and Logan were out working; a convenient time for your former boyfriend to do what he wanted then dip.

You stared at the clock on the wall signaling 3:20AM. Logan and Wade wouldn't get off until 6.

Sleep seemed impossible but it wasn't when you laid your head on your pillow and cried for what felt like an hour. So you cried yourself to sleep.

“Baby.” There were hands on you. Not rough or unfamiliar but quite the opposite. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling the aftermath of your crying affect your body. The headache, the puffy eyes, the dried drool on your face.

Wade’s thumb brushed over a spot on your face and you winced. It hurt. Then you remembered why it hurt.

You sat up in your bed, not caring that everything was spinning for a while. You spotted Wade sitting in your bed next to you then Logan with his arms crossed, standing at the doorway of your bedroom. He seemed even more intimidating like this, his expression caring suppressed anger. Rage.

“We had an unfortunate meeting last night.” Wade said, capturing your entire attention. “Your boy thought it was a good idea to choose our bar and get drunk. Said a lot of shit but more specifically what he did to his girlfriend. Boasted about showing you your place.”

The tension was thick but nothing could compare to Logan’s tensed stance. He was clenching his fists so hard, it was a miracle he hadn't popped a vessel yet.

“We decided to show him his instead.” It took you a while to realize how serious Wade was. There were no snarky comments or jokes or stupid comebacks. His eyes weren't even smiling anymore. Wade was simply angry and so was Logan.

“I would have killed him.” It was Logan’s voice that followed, speaking to himself more than you. “I would have killed him if it weren't for you two. Otherwise I wouldn't have something to lose.” Logan murmured, looked between you and Wade and then he exited your bedroom.

Some silent seconds later, you could hear Logan doing things in your kitchen. Probably cooking something.

“Is he alive?” It was your attempt at a joke but also not really. You were being genuine because you knew that these two people would kill for you. Actually.

Wade gave you a faint smile. His first of today.

“Yeah. Definitely won't be able to eat burgers with a fork for a while though.”

You giggled and his heart eased up when he saw you smiling. It was a good sign.

“I told Logan that if I don't see you smile once today, I'll find him again and do worse.” The glint in his eyes proved he was being genuine with his threats.

After all, Wade only made real threats and educated wishes.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Get her to shower, Wade.” Logan yelled from the kitchen and it made both of you grin simultaneously.

Wade followed Logan’s advice for once and held you by the hand while leading you to the bathroom.

You and Wade exchanged long glances once you entered the bathroom, as if having a silent conversation that no one else knew about.

Then you began undressing carefully as Wade’s eyes remained glued to your face until you were done.

He helped you into the shower and took off his shoes before joining you — although he was fully clothed.

When the hot water began dripping down both of you, Wade seemed unbothered by his clothes getting wet and sticking onto his body.

His focus was on you as he turned you around until your back was facing him and poured shampoo into his hands.

He washed your hair carefully as if you were the most fragile creature to exist. But it was also incredibly soothing as he ran his fingers through your hair and over your scalp, drawing invisible lines.

Then he took care of the rest. He rubbed soap across your neck, your chest and beneath your breasts as if he'd done it a million times before. He hadn't but it wasn't awkward — nothing could ever be awkward with him or Logan.

His fingers washed your sides then your stomach and when it was time, he gave you the initiative to clean lower.

It was silent for a long time. Wade stared at you and you stared back while rinsing the soap off your body.

“Food’s ready.” Logan cracked the bathroom door slightly open and spoke within the small gap.

When he received no reaction, he entered.

The three of you somehow ended up tangled in the small shower. You stood in between Logan and Wade, your back pressed against Logan’s bare chest while your breasts kept grazing Wade’s chest in return.

“The food will get cold.” You whispered as Wade bent down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Your hands moved to grip the back of his neck as you brought him closer, creating no space between you two. The same could be said about you and Logan as the latter kept rutting against you, his hardened cock moving in the space between your buttocks.

“We don't have to do this. Just say the word.” Logan whispered, pressing a faint kiss on your head.

You appreciated the affection and how gentle he was trying to be despite how hard he was.

“I want it. I want you.” You mumbled between them and that's all they really needed to know.

The bed creaked as the three of you moved in unison. Logan laid on his back while you crawled to him and laid on your stomach by his side. Your hand moved first, wrapping around his thick cock and giving it a few experimental tugs.

When he groaned in approval, you leaned your face closer to kiss the crown of his cock.

“Princess.”

He was already leaking in your hand, voice grumbling low.

The bed dipped beside Logan as Wade moved his knee there with odd familiarity and leaned over. You almost stopped what you were doing when you saw it happen—

Wade leaning in, grasping Logan’s jaw so naturally before kissing him hard. “Shit.” Logan cursed beneath all this attention and wrapped a hand around Wade’s nape while the other disappeared into your hair.

Logan gently urged you and you picked up where you left off — placing several kisses on the side of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. You gave it a tiny suck before sliding your tongue against his slit, feeling his thighs tense around you.

You swirled your tongue around his cock. Licking, tasting. Your hand remained clutching his base as your head began sinking and your mouth stretched around the fat girth.

Logan’s hips twitched but one of Wade’s hands moved to pin one of them down.

Your eyes watered but you didn't stop, taking him deeper and deeper. His fingers tightened their grip in your hair and once your nose was buried against his pubic hair, he lost it.

Your eyes fell shut as Logan fisted your hair into a messy bun and began fucking into your mouth without mercy.

Wade followed the noises you were making with his gaze — watched you as you stared at them both while swallowing Logan’s cock until it was impossible to breathe.

You hollowed your cheeks then, making Logan shudder beneath you.

Despite the restricted air in your lungs and the fat tears rolling down your cheeks, you didn't pull off. Even as Wade’s hand accompanied Logan’s on your head and forced you down, it still wasn't enough to break you.

You drooled around Logan’s dick happily as he used your mouth, raising his hips just a little to build a steadier rhythm. Even as his balls slapped against your chin, it didn't matter—

“I’m gonna come.”

Logan warned with a shaky breath as you hollowed your cheeks once more, sucking whatever precum you could into your mouth. Your fingers shifted from his base to his balls as you massaged them thoroughly, making his head spin.

Wade slid his hand away from your head and watched Logan dissolve into a mess of incoherent mumbles and lustful expressions while your actions took place.

“Gotta give her what she deserves, Lo.” Wade whispered against Logan’s lips to egg him on and it worked.

You felt Logan tense beneath you, his tip hitting the back of your throat without mercy. It took a few more thrusts to watch him come undone while Wade kissed him hard, swallowing every loud noise.

His moans turned into satisfied grumbles instead, faint purrs too.

You swallowed every drop carefully, eyes shut and throat contracting around Logan’s softening cock. A few moments later you pulled off, releasing the soft cock with a pop.

Something inside you snapped as you crawled higher to reach Wade, pulling him to you and kissing him hard.

Logan couldn't help how sensitive he felt upon seeing you two exchanging sloppy and dirty kisses — especially after he'd filled your mouth.

It was Wade’s turn and clearly he wanted everyone to know it.

“There!” You gasped as Wade pressed his cock in a spot that had your toes curling. Your hands fisted the sheets as he fucked you from behind, his cock stretching you out while his balls collided against your clit with each rough thrust.

It was wet and over the top.

His cum from previous orgasms was already beginning to drip out of you, coating Wade’s cock and your own pussy.

“Think I'll just ruin you for everybody else.” Wade grunted, his hands clutching your hips tightly.

Logan watched as you buried your face in a pillow and screamed, your entire body shaking as Wade miraculously ripped another orgasm out of you.

“In— I want it inside.” You pushed your hips back as if to make your point clear and Wade complied because you deserved every moment of this.

The hands around your hips tightened their grip as Wade suddenly pushed himself forward, slamming his cock too deep, and emptied himself inside you.

Wade pressed his forehead against your back while your body completely crumbled beneath him. Spent and full.

You felt so sleepy that it was impossible to hear the exchange between Logan and Wade.

“Got carried away,bub.” Logan commented as he sat up, watching Wade’s cum leak out of you.

“I think it's barely enough.” Wade teased while looking back at him, completely slipping his cock out.

By the time you woke up, you were starving. Logan reheated your dinner which you basically inhaled afterwards.

You took another shower then — a proper one — and spent time watching tv sandwiched between Logan and Wade.

Their hands which were resting behind you were different this time.

First of all, you now knew they were definitely intertwined. Secondly, you were officially a part of this equation. Whatever that was.

“You have a really hairy ass.” Wade decided to cut through the silence, throwing a glance at Logan.

Your eyes shifted between them as you tried to muffle your laughter.

“Your mother likes my hairy ass.” Logan grumbles and Wade gasps in fake offense.

“You cheating bastard. With my own mother?” Wade places a hand over his chest theatrically. You giggle.

Logan rolls his eyes and decides to flip him off.

Yeah. You would sacrifice everyone for these two.

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staryscorner · 5 months ago

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Someone tries to flirt with their significant other

Characters: Gi-hun, The Salesman, Se-mi, and Hyun-ju

Y/n is gender neutral reader

Warnings: None just mention of cheating and alcohol

Pt1 | PT2

Gi-hun-

Gi- hun and you would go out every Friday to bet on horse races. It was one of your favorite date night ideas since you would either walk out with a pocket full of money or empty ones but both your hearts full of love. On one of these dates night Gi-hun actually won quite a lot so he went to the front box to collect it. So you were left there alone looking to see if you had also won and you did you jumped up in happiness and you were about to head to where Gi-hun was but a strange women decided to cling to your arm “Oh hey I see that you won so how about you take

me out.” You tried to wiggle yourself but you couldn't since she kept gripping your arm harder.

Gi hun was on his way back to you when he saw the scene of a random lady holding on to you so when you looked over to where he was you just lip whispered help me and he was glad to do so. “Um miss could you please let go of my S/o” “And who do you think you are” The lady hissed at him.

“I'm their boyfriend!” He shouted “So you better not mess with them” She let go of you so fast and just covered her face due to everyone watching. Your bf made you wrap your arm around him and you both walked off laughing at what just happened “Thanks for saving me there” you told him as you kissed his cheek.

The Salesman-

After getting married with the love of your life you were both unable to be apart from each other. The only times where you both weren’t together was when he had to work. So whenever he left you would just stay home and do the chores since he would bring the money home it was the least you could do. It was about that time that he would come around so when you heard the doorbell you thought it was him “Welcome back hon-” You soon notice that it wasn't him just some door to door salesman. “Oh hello, how could I help you?” “I was wondering if you might have some time to hear about these products we sell” He said, grabbing the door making sure you couldn’t close it “Well-l” “It will only be a few minutes” As he began to speak about the products he eye’s lingered on your body. “If you don't mind me saying that outfit you have on looks nice nice on you body” he growled at you. You felt disgusted. Was he looking at your body this whole time!? You wanted to push the door shut but you couldn't since he had a firm grip on it. You soon saw a taller figure behind him that pulled him right to the floor. It was your lovely husband. “WTF was that?” When he saw the taller man that pulled him he became quiet. “Honey was this disgusting human talking to you” You just nodded and knew what was about to happen.

“Sweetie, could you serve us dinner? I'll be right back ok!” he smiled at you while holding the salesman by the collar. You don't question it and do what he told you to do. After only 5 minutes he came back with some blood on his face and his hair kinda messy.

“I'm glad I got here in time” he said, giving you a passionate kiss. You just melted in his kiss forgetting all that happened.

Se-mi-

Being the bold person that she is you knew what she was going to do

Both you and Se-mi were invited to a mutual friend party. You both dressed in matching colors so others knew you were both in a relationship. But without you knowing your friend invited your ex and to say that things ended awful was an understatement.

When you both arrived you went to greet your mutual friend. The party was already halfway in so people were already tipsy. You both made it around greeting new and old friends and then you saw them….your ex.

You told Se-mi you were going to the bathroom to freshen up. Your ex was listening in on the conversation and began plotting something. Once you left the bathroom someone pulled you into a corner. It was them. “Please take me back Y/n I beg you without you i'm lost.” They reeked of alcohol so you knew they weren’t in the right state of mind. She began to get touchy with you. “Please get away, I don't want to have anything to do with you” You said trying to push them off you. Before anything could happen Se-mi waltz in and slapped them making sure everyone's attention was on her. “If you’re here to hit on other people's partners then what type of human being are you?” She grabbed you in and kissed you in front of everyone. This is my love so you better not get in between us and if you do then you better watch your backs. She apologies to the host before leaving.

Once you made it to her car you broke down. She listened to everything that happened and comforted you. I’ll always be here for you “I love you” she said “ I love you too”

Hyun-ju-

While walking around the mall you and your girlfriend passed by a perfume shop so both decided to check it out. Once you enter you both get bombarded by workers asking if they wanted to try a sample of perfume. You didn't want to be mean and say no since they were just doing their job so you let them spray each perfume on you.

You soon started to feel dizzy and almost fainted but you fell into one of the workers arms. “I think an angel fell into my arms.” You got up quickly stumbling back a bit as you did. “I'm sorry but I have a girlfr-” she soon stopped you from finishing your sentence and asked if you wanted to be there S/o and if you did then it would be a match made in heaven. You wanted to get away but you thought it would be rude.

Hyun ju knew you weren’t a mean person and wasn't going to speak up so she went over and introduced herself. After Hyun-ju introduced herself to the worker she was in shock “OMG I'm so sorry I didn't mean to just flirt with them. I just thought since they were alone they weren't with anyone.” She apologized again before coming over and giving a free perfume. Sorry again for the inconvenience. You accept her apologies. Before leaving Hyun ju said “I hope you one day find your angle like I did.” You blushed at her words and quickly covered your face. “Thank you” she said as she watched you both walk hand in hand.

Here's Pt2!! So I did end up getting it done today and i'm glad I did!! If there's any other characters you want to see please suggest them!! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

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tok0yqmi · 3 months ago

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Do you have any thoughts/drabbles about ex bf bakugo? Kind of similar to your “how he would be after a breakup” headcanons? Idk i like seeing him sad

How do you think him and reader would be like after getting together? Like the difference between before they had broken up and after?

Its hard to word it out im sorry 😭

𐙚 ⋮ᴀᴄᴛ xɪɪ ꒱‧₊˚

⋮ ♯; ⤷ KATSUKI BAKUGO headcanons .ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ bakugo as your ex boyfriend + getting back together headcanons…

omg i hope that’s what u asked for!! oh, thank you for almost 100 followers, that’s crazy <3

⊱ ────── {⋆❉⋆} ────── ⊰

BEFORE the breakup:

⌗ bakugo, as a boyfriend, is fiercely loyal but terrible at emotional vulnerability. his love is shown through actions — walking you home, making sure you’re eating, low grumbled “dumbass, be careful” muttered into your hair, etc ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ buuuut emotionally? he shuts down. arguments escalate fast because he can’t articulate his fear of losing you, so he masks it with anger ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he pushes you away when he’s overwhelmed, not because he doesn’t care, but because he cares too much and doesn’t know how to not self-destruct ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

AFTER the breakup:

⌗ he’s broken. he pretends he’s fine — keeps training, keeps working — but his apartment is messier, the nights are quieter, and he stops making meals for two without realizing it ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he replays your last conversation in his head over and over again, hating how he said everything wrong ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he watches from a distance. doesn’t text. doesn’t call. but he’s always one street away, just to make sure you’re safe ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ bakugo regrets — not the love, but the way he let it fall apart ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

until, you get back together.

⌗ this time, he tries ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he’s still rough around the edges, still curses too much and glares when you poke at his feelings — but he lets you in now ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he doesn’t walk away when things get hard. he listens. he apologizes more. he touches your hand when he can’t find the words ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ the difference is growth. he doesn’t just love you — he’s learning to show it in ways that matter to you ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

LITTLE THINGS I THINK would CHANGE:

⌗ he’s softer at night. sleeps better with you beside him again, clutching your hand like it grounds him ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he says “I love you” like it’s armor — like if he says it enough, he won’t lose you again ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⌗ he doesn’t let you leave after arguments anymore. he sits on the floor with you in silence if he has to — just to prove he’s not going anywhere ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

(he’s such a softie, i luv him)

#boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #mha x reader #my hero academia #mha headcanons #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou

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onlyswan · 2 years ago

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summary: in which leaving the past behind is not as easy as forgetting, and you want to be everything jungkook wants to know.

idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / angst, fluff / wc: 7.9k

playlist: strange by celeste / sinking by clairo / manta rays by chloe moriondo / ceilings by beabadoobee / iris (cover) by phoebe bridgers & maggie rogers

content/warnings: [deep breath] no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle / it’s their first winter as a couple / oc’s ex bf slaps oc / jk beats up the ex / blood and bruises / crying :( / mention of cheating (not in our main’s rs we don’t tolerate that in this household :]) / mention of s*x / jimin as both their older brother and friend :(

in which masterlist!

note: greeting 2024 with angst woopsie… i literally ugly sobbed writing a particular scene T_T… anwww i hope it’s a good read <3 as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! i’d love to hear your thoughtsss 🥺

—

the word VICTORY flashes across the screen.

with a proud smirk adorning his lips, jungkook pushes down his headphones to hang around his neck.

he rises from his seat, resting his crossed arms over the partition dividing the computer that you’re renting from his.

“hi, baby. are you almost done?”

he chuckles to himself when he realizes that you didn’t hear him, not with the music blasting from your headphones. you direct your attention upwards when endless song by no reply is abruptly put on pause; the cushions of the headphones are pressed up against your cheek by your boyfriend’s doing.

“what?”

“hi, baby. are you almost done?”

“oh, yes…” your focus returns to the screen, fast fingers dancing along the keyboard without an ounce of hesitation weighing on them. “i just… need to… send the file to my email.”

jungkook blinks at the long rows of words you’re masterfully curating, thinking to himself — how the hell do you think and type that fast at the same time?

it was his suggestion to stay at a pc bang tonight so you could be together while you each do your own thing. he spent his half of his day-off playing games, and during that time, you worked on your research paper and finished an essay that isn’t even due for another week. you took a break every hour, munched on some snacks, and cheered him on while he was diligently playing. perhaps he could’ve done something more productive today, but it couldn’t have made him happier.

he holds out the last slice of gimbap in between chopsticks, lightly poking your lips, and his heart flutters when you offer him a sweet smile after welcoming the big bite with some difficulty, cheeks full and nose scrunched.

“is there anything else you want to eat?”

you shake your head, and unable to speak while chewing, you gesture for water as if you’re playing charades.

a kiss is granted to your forehead.

when he comes back with a bottled water, all your tabs have been closed and you’re wearing your white beret again, re-organizing your belongings in your backpack.

“ready to leave?” he inquires as he hands your order.

you hum as a reply, standing from your seat as you swing the backpack over your head to wear it with little to no effort.

jungkook thinks you’re so cool.

you visit the restroom as he settles the bill. when you come out, he’s already pulling out a credit card from his wallet. you decide to head straight for the door then, wait for him outside as the air inside the room has started to feel a little too stuffy after you stepped away from the computer.

you’ve always thought about it— how time stands still when you experience something traumatic, how that moment feels stretched for eternity… how utterly barbaric that is. you’re forced to memorize frames of the origin of your scars, relive it over and over again, eyes closed and open. moments of happiness, on the other hand, are fleeting. they are sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. getting out of bed is scooping them in your hands and praying that they will hold on to you in the following rotations and revolutions of the earth. they never do.

there he stood at the bottom of the stairs, just as horrified as you.

his face is the last thing you want to see on a winter night.

because you still recall the amalgamation of emotions in his eyes two winters ago. his skin was flushed from the cold, but he turned redder with anger and your stomach coiled in shame.

“juwon?”

the name felt odd in your mouth. it’s like when you eat a food you haven’t had in a long time, and it doesn’t quite taste like you remember it.

and to be honest, you didn’t know what you expected to happen when he carried on to climb the remaining steps that led to you. but it definitely wasn’t… this.

the first hand to carress your bare body, as if it was in disbelief of its existence, and the rings you used to blindly adore— they collide with your cheek with a sound that resonates in your eardrums.

the slap thins out into a ringing noise.

“are you insane?!”

it continues to assault your hearing even as you scream and hit him back.

it ends when someone bumps against your shoulder in a haste, and the next thing you register is juwon lying on the ground with jungkook sitting on top him, balled fist throwing unforgiving punches at your ex-boyfriend’s face. juwon is held hostage by the shock and is unable to reciprocate jungkook’s aggression. he attempts to fight back but your boyfriend dodges easily.

“jungkook! stop, stop, stop!”

you run down the stairs with panic thundering in your chest, nearly in tears as you forcefully grasp at the back of jungkook’s coat to pull him away, but with his strength and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, your efforts prove to be fruitless.

“you fucking bastard! i’m gonna kill you!”

“that’s enough-” you cry out. “please!”

“how dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend like that, huh?!”

he is furious, gripping the collar of juwon’s sweater and slamming him to the ground.

“your girl?” coughing, juwon faces the side to spit out the blood in his mouth, which then shapes into an arrogant smirk. “didn’t you know? ____ was mine first. i was the first!”

the next punch he receives cuts his lower lip open, and a stronger metallic taste assaults his tongue.

“jungkook!”

before jungkook could inflinct more permanent damage, you resort to holding back his arm with both of your hands.

your gazes connect, and your heart drops to your stomach. he is seething with anger. your blood runs cold and a thick haze clouds your thinking. you can’t move your limbs. what do you do? what do you do? what do you do?

“____, let go. i’m not fucking finished with him.”

“please,” you beg, ignorant of the tears that have begun to slide down your cheeks. “that’s enough. look at him!”

“and why should i care?” he spits out as he shrugs you off.

“ah, jungkook! i said that’s enough! why won’t you listen to me?!”

your desperate tantrum falls on deaf ears. you squeeze your eyes shut when he re-assumes his stance, tucks his thumb over his folded fingers, exactly what he taught you about making a proper fist to avoid injuring one’s self when boxing.

“stop it! you’re scaring me!”

that throws a bucket of ice over jungkook’s head. the anger in his eyes is replaced by vacancy, and with that, juwon seizes the opportunity to finally strike him with a jab and escape from underneath him. jungkook finds himself pushed aside on the ground with a throbbing cheek, mostly likely to be noticeably bruised in the next hours.

“love-” you gasp, and you rush over to him but your path gets rudely obstructed by your ex.

“is this the guy you cheated on me with?”

he is extremely near that you can feel him panting on your face. two years later, your stomach coils in disgust. your glare is venomous, and if only looks could kill, if only looks could kill…

“just leave, won’t you? what’s the point of all this?” you roughly push him away with your remaining shred of energy, driven by exhaustion and frustration. “it was so long ago! get a fucking grip!”

he huffs in disbelief as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. it also drips from his nose and eyebrow. strange enough, you do not feel guilt nor compassion for this man. not anymore.

“are you seriously crying just because he got punched one time…? isn’t that a little unfair? you loved me too. once.” he snickers, but he is visibly pissed off. he can no longer look at you in the eye. “shit, is he that much of a better fuck than me?”

your skin crawls. bile creeps up your throat. technically speaking, this is the consequence of your own actions, but you can’t help but to be resentful.

“you are…” your voice trembles, but your glare remains unwavering. “still as despicable and shallow as ever… and i don’t regret what i did.”

and it may have been a long time ago, but you still know how to hit him where it hurts the most— his ego.

you purposely bump against his shoulder as you make your way to jungkook, leaving him speechless as he stares at the ground. the night the two of you broke up, you were crying and begging him for forgiveness… what the fuck happened?

“let’s go home.” you demand quietly while refusing to meet jungkook’s stare— a mix of confusion, offense, and rage.

but the thing about juwon? he always needs to have the last word.

“you better keep a close eye. you might think you know ____, but whores never change. especially those who became one so young.”

“dude, how are you still speaking?!”

it’s too late when you realize that jungkook has left your side. he swings at juwon’s face with a force that sends the man stumbling backwards. he completely loses balance then collapses on the ground with a curse that almost misses your ears.

“don’t ever go near ____ again! don’t even think of it! if you show your face to me again, i might really end up fucking killing you. you hear me?!”

—

jungkook doesn’t recall a time when he felt a rage this intense and consuming. witnessing you get slapped, his vision went dark and he was shaking with fury. everything was a blur after that, but he knew one thing: this man violated the most precious person to him, and he won’t allow him to get away with that unscathed.

and that must be why he feels restless until now. neither one of you has dared to utter a word for the past couple of minutes. he can’t see your face as you’re walking ahead of him, leading the way with his wrist in your cold hand. however, he can hear your sniffles, and he can see you wiping your tears dry with the back of your hand. he thought he has experienced heartbreak, but this pain cuts deeper than anything he has ever felt.

“baby, let’s go back.”

he breaks the silence, standing infront of you to stop you on your tracks. he almost reeks of desperation as he intertwines your fingers together.

“please? there should be a cctv camera infront. we can sue him.”

“are you even hearing yourself? you’ll also get into trouble!”

his insistence only fuels the urge to cry and scream and break things. it’s an understatement to say that you’re ashamed. it was foolish of you, really, to assume that leaving the past behind would be as easy as forgetting. it may be out of sight but it is everywhere, and it sneaks up on you without tell and mercy.

“you attacked him out of nowhere! he can sue you for that too!”

“out of nowhere?” he repeats your words slowly, hurt flashing across his face. “i was protecting you, ____! who knows what else he could’ve done? and the shit he was talking about you? was i just supposed to stand there and do nothing?”

“and i’m protecting you too! why did you even have to punch him again?! he was obviously just trying to provoke you! god, i-” you release the air in your lungs you didn’t realize you’ve been holding. “thank god he didn’t see your face.”

that struck a nerve for some reason. he harshly rips off the mask that has been concealing half of his face all along.

“he hit you! look- fuck, you’re bleeding-”

oh, his rings must’ve grazed you.

jungkook brings out a clean white handkerchief from the backpocket of his pants, pressing it softly against your cheek. the sharp sting forces you to grit your teeth. it’s not only the wound… your skin is still warm and tender from the assault. you’re terrified to look at the mirror. you don’t want to feel sorry for yourself.

“and that’s what you’re really worried about right now?”

“okay, then i’m sorry for caring about my boyfriend and his career! i’m sorry, okay?!“

he dies a little inside when you harshly push his hand aside.

so this is what it feels like to be at the other end of your anger… shitty. it feels really shitty. after what happened, there is no sadness or fear. the twinkle in your eyes have been replaced with sharp daggers and it is gutwrenching to watch. it clicks for him then: you weren’t scared of him. you were scared for him.

he doesn’t allow you to go further than ten feet away. he seizes your arm before sneaking his hand on your waist to tug you closer to his body.

“you think i’m letting you out of my sight again? it’s not happening!”

you click your tongue in exasperation, left with no choice but to admit defeat as he hails the approaching taxi. you cover your face to hide from the blinding headlights.

ever the gentleman, jungkook opens the door for you.

“get in, ____.”

and the first thought that enters your mind: the air freshener is nauseating. it has to be something mixed with lemon.

you roll the window down as your boyfriend dictates the address of your destination to the taxi driver. not yours, but his. you send him an unimpressed scowl, but he only looks back at you challengingly under the warm dim light. the soft cloth is placed over your wound again, rudely snatched as you turn away from him. you hold it on your own as you watch the world outside the window, streetlamps with blurry light streaks and homes you will never set foot into. in the midst of your musing, you register the weight on your head, or its lack thereof. your beret landed on the ground in the aftermath of the first strike. what is there left to lose?

you thought you could be happy at last, but beside you is another soul you’ve stained with your bloody hands.

juwon was right, you never change.

—

“i still don’t think it’s right that i know the password.” you whisper as you push the door open.

“but i have a key to your house. what’s the difference?”

“i don’t know…” you begin removing your boots, carefully placing each one in the middle level of the shoe rack. “you live with six other people.”

“namjoon-hyung and yoongi-hyung are in their studios. the others went home.”

you enter the living room with jungkook hugging you from behind. his cheek rests on top of your shoulder, and he doesn’t want to let you go. the ride here was suffocating. he thought you wouldn’t talk to him for the rest of the night anymore.

you blink at jimin who is sprawled out on the sofa, a gray blanket that matches his sweatpants is covering his naked torso.

“why does he sleep here? doesn’t he have a bed?”

“the sofa is more comfortable.” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear as he opens his eyes halfway, but then he gives up and closes them again, curling in on himself to resume his slumber.

“okay… now i know what to get you for your birthday.”

for a brief second jungkook assumes that you’re joking, but you sounded way too nonchalant.

“a sofa?”

“a new mattress,” you blankly stare back at him, before proceeding to break free from his embrace to search for the bathroom.

he follows you like a lost puppy, whining. “why does he already have a birthday gift and i don’t?!”

“quiet!”

he winces. “sorry, hyung!”

—

you’re perched in the space between jungkook’s thighs, legs swung over one of them as he tenderly presses a cold compress against your left cheek. you’ve changed into the pair of pink cooky pajamas he wore a few times and has kept in his closet specially for you. sinking into his mattress, drowsiness has also begun to seep into the depths of your bones. it’s been an arduous week, and you’re exhausted of fighting in every sense of the word.

“he deserves more than what he got away with.” he mutters through gritted teeth.

“jungkook, enough.” you chide at him with a sigh. “let’s just forget about this.”

“your face is going to be bruised for atleast a week! how am i supposed to ‘just forget’? are you hearing yourself?”

your rhetoric question from earlier comes back to gnaw at your thread-like sanity. you feel backed into a corner. you can’t think of a solution that will put this issue at rest, much less make either one of you feel better.

“he’s not worth it.”

“you are to me.” he declares.

it’s impossible to argue with that. you want it to stay true. you want him to keep believing in you.

“i’m tired.” you whisper, removing yourself from his lap. “let’s go to sleep.”

he gazes at you with longing.

you are lying on his bed but you have never felt so far away.

“are we really not going to talk about this?”

“not now. i’m tired, jungkook.”

“baby…”

“juwon is a terrible person, but i had it coming…” you mumble. “that’s all there is to it.”

foreboding silence falls upon the bedroom. you can’t bring yourself to look at jungkook, so you close your eyes and pray that when the sun rises, this night will simply turn out to be a nightmare orchestrated by your wicked mind.

“whatever that is, it doesn’t warrant what he did.” he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart into a thousand shards. “and i’m sorry that i couldn’t stop it from happening.”

—

jungkook returns after his shower, not yet done with drying his dripping hair with a towel. you’ve drifted off to sleep in the time that he was gone, lips slightly parted open as you breathe out puffs of air in a steady rhythm. your hair is a halo and you’re an angel snoozing on a cloud.

he heard it loud and clear, and you haven’t denied it either, but there’s not a part of him that believes it. is he blindly in love with you? is this what he was warning him about? are you not an angel, but a siren?

wary of waking you up, he attaches a bandaid to your cheek. he flicks the lightswitch but he turns on the night lamp so you won’t have to manuever the dark incase you wake up in the middle of the night in need of the bathroom.

shit, shit, shit. he curses in his head when you begin shuffling as soon as he settles himself on the bed, but it’s just you unknowingly seeking for warmth in your sleep. he gathers you in his arms and your pillow is abandoned in favor of his naked chest. it always feels fitting, like his heart is the stuffed toy that you can’t go without at night.

he swallows the lump in his throat, brushing your hair away from your face to gently caress your soft skin. you look so serene. but your ex’s fingers can be traced on the red bruise that has tainted your cheek and his jaw clenches, hand momentarily balling into a fist to release the leftover anger still boiling in his blood. everyday, you feel the need to act tough because of people like him, and you are… but deep down, he knows, that you just crave to be loved.

“you loved me too. once.”

however, that has lost its meaning when juwon didn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved.

and jungkook admits it’s not as easy for him to do in a whole different dimension. he leads a kind of life not everyone survives, but that never stopped him for trying his damn hardest.

—

you’re awoken in the middle of the night by jungkook’s forehead accidentally knocking against yours. his snoring doesn’t cease, however, and you had to remind yourself that this is the same boy who continued sleeping despite rolling off his inflated sleeping bag on camera.

you slowly sit up as you rub the sleep from your eyes. you spend an unknown amount of time spaced out, barely blinking. afterwards, you force yourself to leave the comfort of the bed, taking the cold compress along with you. you drain the melted ice over the kitchen sink before opening the refrigerator to refill it with ice cubes. you can’t help but to allow your eyes to wander around, which then leads you to contemplate on whether to cook ramen or not… but then again, it’s already 3am and most likely, you won’t be able to sleep again if you do.

“yah! why are doing just standing there?”

the deep voice echoes throughout the kitchen. you yelp in shock, nearly dropping the ice bag as you tap on your pounding chest.

“i told you to stop doing that!”

jimin bursts into a fit of too delighted giggles, hunched over the kitchen counter as he places a hand over his belly. he’s fully clothed this time, fresh from the shower, judging from his hair.

“it’s not funny!” you whine. “one of these days i might be holding a knife when you do that!”

“ey, what would you be holding a knife for? jungkook never lets you lift a finger while you’re here.”

that’s just because he knows you’re not very talented in the kitchen.

the wide smile on his face then fades, expression morphing into one of concern as he studies your face bathed by the refrigerator light.

“what happened to your face?”

fuck, you’ve completely forgotten about that.

“it’s a long story.” you sigh, closing the refrigerator.

“it’s alright. i have all the time in the world to listen.”

“you know that i really appreciate that and i’m grateful but…” your smile borders on a wince. “no, you don’t. get some more sleep, please.”

your unexpected response causes jimin to scratch his head shyly. the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before laughing at the same time.

“oh, that’s right!” you pause on your tracks when an essential item pops in your mind. “do you have healing ointment? for cuts and bruises and stuff?”

“it’s for jungkook,” you add.

“doesn’t he have that?”

“it’s not here,”

your sweet smile tells jimin everything he needs to know.

“ah, that kid really comes home to different houses now. he’s all grown up.”

“…and how many exactly?” you arch an eyebrow.

he purses his lips together, jokingly pretending to think hard. “the dorm… and then his family… then there’s you?”

“anywhere else?”

“nope!”

“sooo, do you have it or not?”

“i’ll go downstairs and buy it right now.”

he offers you a kind smile and pats on the head. a protest dies down in your throat as he goes straight for the front door.

“thank you!”

“you’re welcome!”

—

despite your active efforts to avoid making any sort of noise, the door produces a small ‘click’ as you cautiously close it behind you. you discover that jungkook has flipped over to face your side, his arm outstretched as if he was reaching out for you. you almost feel bad for leaving him alone in bed, so you sit next to him, positioned on the lower half of the bed since he took up your space.

a short snore escapes him, one that rises then falls so abruptly, like a note on the piano pressed on accident. you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle.

how adorable. you have grown to tolerate, and even adore, his snoring.

stolen kisses on his bruised knuckles, tiny and featherlight, apologetic most of all. their bad condition brought upon by boxing worsened when he used his dominant hand bare, knuckles of his two longest fingers ripped. it seems that he did the bare minimum by putting a stop to the bleeding then washing them clean, then nothing else. he didn’t even tell you, didn’t complain or show any sign that he was in pain.

you hold the cold compress over his bruises, switching between his cheek and knuckles, mindful of not touching the wounds as to not aggravate him in his sleep.

you’ve been stripped down bare— your pride and dignity dismantled into pieces that create a picture of you that you do not like… but could be the love and sincerity in your heart be enough to live by? even if no one is awake to witness it?

you’re saved from drowning in your thoughts by the front door being unlocked. for the second time, you tiptoe your way out of jungkook’s bedroom.

“this is for wounds, and then…” jimin returns the tube inside the paper bag to grab the other. “this one, for bruises.”

“thank you. i’ll pay you back.”

“yah!” jimin expands his eyes threateningly, which you mimic in challenge as you hug the paper bag to your chest. “i’m also your older brother, okay? i should do these things for you.”

you scrunch your nose, to express disagreement at first, but later on it only makes your smile appear brighter.

“doesn’t it hurt you to smile? please use them well too, ____. do you understand? that’s why i bought the biggest ones!”

it does hurt.

“thank you…” you reply shyly.

you’ve forgotten how it feels like to be taken care of by family.

—

“baby, where did you go?”

jungkook’s raspy voice is music to your ears.

he woke up a mere minute ago, caught in the middle of sitting up on the bed once it caught up to his sleep-muddled brain that you’re no longer beside him.

“nowhere,”

you sit at the edge of the bed without another word, putting his hands over your lap to apply the healing cream to his afflictions.

his eyelids flutter in sleepiness as he watches your every movement.

a small dollop at the pad of your finger, transferred over his torn knuckle and smeared with the lightest of touch. occasionally your finger pauses, unsure, calculating— the last thing it wants is to hurt him.

he kisses your lips— he feels suspended in time—hasn’t quite reconnected with reality and with his body. wide-eyed, you seem taken aback by the display of affection. his mouth then softly curves with fondness.

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you whisper timidly.

your actions have become hurried, but jungkook is far too drowsy to notice your discomfort.

for the final part, you rub the cream on the bruise on his cheek. you press a kiss on the corner of his lips. “all done. go back to sleep.”

“let’s go,”

he hooks his arm under your knees, eager to carry you over to your side of the bed, but he gets interrupted by your protest.

“wait, wait, wait- i need to pee first.”

“wha- hurry!” he complains with a peeved frown, which you fail to catch a glimpse of because he has squeezed you taut against his body. “i won’t be able to sleep without you here.”

—

eternally cursed with the ability to feel too much of everything.

you push your back against the bathroom door, breathing heavy and labored as you blindly pat around for its lock. the click serves as the cue for your salty tears to drip from the edges of your eyelashes, cascading down, down, down your chin. some of them crash on the collar of your pajama top, the rest on the white tiled floor. this room is a stranger to your shipwreck, but old habits die hard.

the intense pressure of the water collides with the porcelain sink. rain and thunder and the gusts of wind being your gasps for air. an isolated storm undetected in the city of seoul you’re forced to brave alone, on the floor, tucked into yourself to protect the beating sacredness inside your ribcage. the sobs claw their way up your throat rather than soaring like exhales do.

no one has ever raised their hand at you. not even your parents. not even when you broke your grandmother’s precious china, or lost their big paper bills to the wind, or cursed at them for embarrassing you infront of your friends.

you want to be mad and say that juwon deserved what he got. you want to say that you hope his nose is broken. but you don’t know how one is supposed to react when something like that happens. you don’t know if it justifies everything after that. if the roles were reversed and you slapped him, won’t no one bat an eye?

…and you know jungkook has questions you still haven’t figured out how to answer. you know he now has reasons to doubt you. you know in his eyes, you may now be a hypocrite and not the advocate he adored. these days, you don’t really want to be seen as anything less or more than who you are, but you so desperately wish to be someone he is proud to love.

you feel mocked for even daring to dream of it.

“i’m tired, i’m tired, i’m tired.”

incoherent mumbles further stirs the unbridled chaos.

“i’m so sick of this. why… why do bad things keep happening to me?”

you don’t expect an answer but you yearn for some sort of meaning. you don’t mind suffering but you wish it could only be to an extent where you don’t have to fear.

echoes of rumbles and thunder. you’re nearer the sky but farther from heaven.

—

it’s been more than a week. you’ve been waking up with a gaping hole in the middle of your torso. you climb out of bed, cover up your cheek with make-up, good as new, and go about your day as if nothing happened. life on its own is already too much of a burden for you.

jungkook checks up on you everyday, though, despite his busy schedule. mostly through the phone, and whenever he can, he goes straight to where you are after work to dote on you no matter the time. he kisses you on the cheek, claims himself to have healing properties, and says i love you. and during those periods of time you were together, he hasn’t said another word about the incident. and it has been driving you absolutely insane.

you glance down at him, sat on the floor with an ipad balanced on top of his propped up knees, wearing one of your anti-radiation glasses as he finds himself absorbed in drawing the view a foot away from him. you.

“why do you keep looking at me?” he scolds you lightheartedly. “go back to studying so we can go to sleep.”

“can’t help it,” you mumble as you reposition your pen over the paper. you’ve been reorganizing your notes the whole night for your upcoming tests, but your mind keeps flying everywhere else. “my boyfriend’s too pretty.”

“ah, it can’t be helped then. sorry about that.” he smirks cockily, pulling the dramatics by switching his eyes between you and his back. “should… should i turn around then?”

“did you box again?”

the accusation is spat out before you can think twice.

“oh, you did. your knuckles are all messed up again.”

he pouts, crossing his legs. “but baby, i have to train... i wrapped my hands properly!”

“still,” you sigh. “can’t you just let them heal for a little while?”

you turn to the cabinet on your other side to bring out the pouch of healing ointments you’re now suspecting he brought and didn’t accidentally leave behind.

you lay out your hand, and jungkook puts his on top of yours, dragging himself close.

you both smile when you see that he has laid his hands over your thighs like he’s getting a manicure. silly boy. you pull them closer by his fingers so you can reach his red knuckles.

“why are you trying so hard?”

your finger is stained with his blood. your voice is as gentle as your touches, and that’s why it hurts.

jungkook doesn’t know either. he’s been trying to extinguish his leftover anger and bitterness through work and boxing— suppressing the onslaught of negative thoughts threatening to poison what the two of you have. jungkook doesn’t want to know. he doesn’t want anything to change. right now, he can’t afford them to.

“there’s no one to fight.”

“turns out there is,” he argues.

he regrets it as soon as your hand trembles.

“it’s okay… to ask. we’re in a relationship. you’re entitled to know things like that.” your eyes are unafraid again, and it scares him, like you’re always prepared to let him go. “i won’t get offended, or anything like that. if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“i trust you,” he says simply. “so i don’t need to know. especially if talking about it makes you uncomfortable. it’s okay… we’re okay, baby.”

stillness washes over the room like a tide that swallows everything up, and for a moment jungkook is convinced that the two of you will never bring it up again.

but the words you utter next are a punch to the gut.

they almost sound like a plead.

“but i can’t live my life that way, jungkook.”

strands of your hair descend to your face, framing it perfectly, but your eyes become hidden from view. you rip a bandaid open and blanket it over his two knuckles, still wounded as before, if not worse.

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know…” because there will be things i’d want to tell you, but wouldn’t feel the need to.

“then tell me,” he replies, prompted by a renewed determination. “i don’t just intend to be with you for a long time. i want way more than that.”

—

jungkook fiddles with the hello kitty bandaid using his thumb, mind reeling and grappling to process the overload of information told by your storytelling voice. all of a sudden, he’s grateful that you decided to lie down on the bed for this conversation.

“juwon was your boyfriend before me, no?”

“no, no, no. he was…” your lips part as if you have something more left to say, but you eventually give up. “yup, no.”

“so you found out that he’s been cheating on you for-for two mo-”

“three-”

“three months, and you…” he blinks. “slept with a stranger and let him catch you?”

“i was really petty. i was seventeen after all… my pride couldn’t take it. my friends- they tried to stop me but… but all i could think of was how to make him feel the way i was feeling.” your voice sounds small, smaller as you squeeze yourself into his side and curl up to hide your face. “so i let him think i was the bad guy.”

he understands that you were vengeful, but he doesn’t know if you comprehend the scale of what you have done.

“he looked so sad and hurt that i started to feel guilty. i don’t know if i was still acting when i was apologizing to him.” you scoff with eyebrows knitted together. “i felt so dirty… i still feel like a bad person, you know?”

you took the face of juwon’s demons and he didn’t like what he saw.

“i had it coming,” — he now has a grasp of what you meant before.

“so how has he been doing this to me for such a long time? how does he stomach it? knowing what i was going through? that’s what i thought… it makes me so upset…”

jungkook doesn’t try to assess you as you speak. he only listens, until your voice cracks. his heart is split into two as tears flood your eyes, escaping past the corners and slipping down to soak the fabric of his t-shirt.

you sniffle. “and the sex wasn’t even that great. i regret it even more.”

he flinches, abruptly squeezing his eyes shut. not that great? okay… okay. the mental image of you being physically intimate with someone that isn’t him definitely doesn’t sicken him to his core. at all. nope, nope, nope.

“fuck, baby, please,” he groans as if he is in pain, putting an arm over his eyes. “hearing about you have sex with other guys is making me want to punch something again. fuck.”

“that’s what you took away from the story?”

“yes!” he exclaims with conviction. “we should’ve met a year earlier. i would’ve let you use me!”

you gasp, scandalized. “oh my god! jungkook!”

“argh-” he animatedly clutches at his chest that caught your fist.

“you’re crazy!”

“uhuh, about you.” he proudly replies, pulling you closer to his side, as if that was still possible.

the subtle upwards of the corners of your lips gives him a sense of relief. he tenderly cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the bruise that has turned a darker shade of blue and purple.

“listen to me, i- i’m not here to tell you what’s right or wrong. i’m not that type of person. but what i can do tell you is that this…” he briefly shakes his head. “didn’t change the way i see you at all. he hurt you. he cheated and you were hurt, ____.”

your eyes gleam with uncertainty, a fresh wave of tears threatening to escape. “are you sure?”

“of course i am. why wouldn’t i be sure?”

“because you’re crazy about me.��

the sweet innocence of your eyelashes fluttering elicits a chuckle from him. you’re so fucking cute.

“that’s the reason i’m sure.” he tilts up your chin to plant a kiss to your lips, mumbling. “i’ve never been wrong about anything i’m crazy about.”

“thank you,” you say quietly, melting into his embrace. you nuzzle your face against his chest, and at last, you grant your eyes rest. “i can finally sleep peacefully again.”

fuck, it’s been weighing on you this whole time and he didn’t know.

“i’m sorry i only dated assholes before you.”

“aish, why would you be sorry about such a thing?” he kisses the top of your head, gentleness contradicting his following sentence. “i’d crush each one of those assholes for you.”

and he’d beat himself up the worst if he ever becomes one of them.

you yawn, sniffling right after. “mhm, i bet you will.”

he carefully rolls over to the side so he can wrap both arms around you, and you keen in contentment.

“jungkook?”

“yes, baby?” he coos.

“i… really… love you so, so, so much. you are… the one person i’d die for before i hurt.”

goddammit, it’s an angel sleeping in his arms.

“that’s a relief to hear. you’re very smart and scary when you’re mad.”

“eh, jungkook! i swear i’ve grown up! i’m not like that anymore!”

“okay, okay!” he laughs at your childish whining and squirming as he ushers you back in his embrace. “i believe you! i trust you! i love you too!”

—

although you spend more nights together in your apartment for your safety and convenience, in all honesty, you like staying over at jungkook’s more. his smell evokes the sentiment of home, and when you stay long enough, it becomes a temporary part of you. you’re gradually more well-versed in the organized and unorganized corners of his room. you like that you know where he keeps the safety pins and you know to be careful when walking so you won’t trip over his dumbbells he leaves lying around. and it’s a little ridiculous but… you like that his mattress is on the floor and you don’t really know why.

your boyfriend is still blissfully asleep as you climb over him, landing on the floor without a sound like a veteran spy. however, you rush to step out of the room before the rumbling of your empty stomach could wake him up.

“yah, thief! what do you think you’re doing?!”

“fuck!” the pack of ramen hits the floor when your hands fly to your chest to clutch at your painfully pounding heart. “i swear to god, you’re going to kill me one day!”

and unsurprisingly, your chagrin is countered yet again with jimin’s all too pleased laughter.

“____, you look so suspicious! why are you using a flashlight? we have electricity! we can pay for it!”

“i don’t like it too bright, okay?” you grumble as you pick up your supposed midnight meal.

“let’s just turn on this one then.”

“uh-” the objection dies down in your throat when the light over the dining table was switched on.

“i’m hungry, too. grab two more packs of ramyeon, please.”

“who’s the other one for?”

jimin fills the pot with water from the sink while you pick up two more of the same pack from the pantry.

“just us. don’t you agree that one pack is too small for one person?”

“it’s just enough for me though?” you rip open the packs one by one to retrieve the packets of seasonings. “with your job, though, i’d definitely have a bigger appetite.”

“alright,” he pouts, pretending to be upset. “let’s have just two then.”

“no, no, no-” you chase his hand, tightly gripping the last pack that he stole. “let’s have three! let’s have three! i didn’t eat dinner!”

—

“my mom brought a lot of kimchi yesterday. there’s an entire box in the fridge. i’ll pack you some before you leave later.”

“put some more in,” you say cutely as you peer down at the pot of ramen beside jimin. “please?”

he chuckles, adhering to your request before handing the container to you.

“thank you!”

you hop on the counter infront of the stove, chewing on a mouthful of kimchi with a joy akin to a child receiving a sweet treat. leaving the ramen to cook for the next five minutes, jimin sits a few feet away.

“aigoo, are you that hungry?”

“this is so delicious!” you praise his mother’s cooking instead of answering the question. “i can really eat this on its own.”

“ey, don’t fill yourself up yet! we have a lot of ramyeon to eat!”

“sorry, sorry!”

your giggles fill the apartment with warmth during this freezing winter. jimin didn’t doubt it when jungkook said that you light up every room you enter, he just didn’t expect that he would also gain a friend.

“how’s your cheek?”

“as you can see,” you motion at your face. “yellow. soooo… uglier.”

“that means it’s healing well.”

“i know,” the apples of your cheek become plump as your lips curve. “it no longer hurts to smile.”

“that’s a relief to hear,” he returns your kind smile. “jungkook has been worried about you.”

that’s the end of what he can tell you. jungkook won’t be pleased if you learn that he cried when he talked about the horrible thing that happened to you.

“thank you,”

“huh? for what?”

“being jungkook’s happiness.”

from his peripheral vision, he perceives your surprise. however, he is too flustered to meet your eyes while he is speaking from the bottom of his heart.

“the past year was physically and mentally draining for the team. as you know, we… we were considering giving up and disbanding. and of course it’s hard on all of us, but i’m really, really worried about jungkook. but!”

he chuckles at the dramatic rise of his own voice.

“i’m less worried now that you’re in his life. and i’m not saying this to put pressure on you or anything! but you see, when he’s tired, he bounces back quickly because of you. he’s smiling more because of you. and i know it goes it also goes the other way around. mhmm… i-i guess what i’m saying is that i hope you can continue being each other’s strength? be each other’s cheerleader?”

you have begun to feel emotional as you listened to his sincere and heartwarming words, but you can’t help but to cackle at the fact that you just witnessed the park jimin say the word ‘cheerleader’ while daintily waving his hands around as they were holding pompoms. how awfully endearing.

“…or something like that.”

uncontrollable giggles vibrate his body, dramatically slipping down the counter and onto the tiled floor to enshroud himself in extreme sheepishness.

“ah, ____! this is driving me crazy! don’t laugh!”

“what are you doing lying on the floor?” you playfully scold him, recording with your phone in secret. “why do i suddenly feel like the older one?”

“what’s with the noise?”

you whip your head around, wide curious eyes greeted with a shirtless jungkook who is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“is that ramyeon…? i want some too.”

jimin groans when he feels your foot poke him lightly.

“mister, can we add more? my googie is hungry too.”

—

“hyung, ____ told me something recently that really put a lot of things into perspective.”

and with that, jimin pours another bottle of beer in his and jungkook’s ice-filled mugs. “let me hear it.”

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know. at first i didn’t understand what it meant? then after we talked, something clicked for me. ahhh, i see it now. ____ didn’t want us to trust each other blindly… because that… that isn’t a good… foundation? for something that i want to last for a very long time. you, me, the members… don’t we all trust each other because we know that we’re good people to our core and we’re good at what we do? isn’t that why we have come this far, and why we keep going? besides army, of course!”

jimin blinks lazily, glossy eyes from the alcohol underneath it all. “that’s right. we wouldn’t have started this anyway… without that kind of trust. i don’t think it’s a connection you can just build with anyone too.”

“oh, that’s it. that’s right!”

“living together for a long time doesn’t guarantee it.”

“exactly.” jungkook nods repeatedly, probably too passionately, a guaranteed ticket for a hangover later on. “we talked about that last time too.”

“right? so we should protect it… maintain it… never lose sight of our purpose…”

the lack of words that follow does not equate to silence. glasses clink against each other and teeth rip bags of chips open and noodles are slurped. they’re overseas and they can’t go to a korean restaurant and grill their own meat. the hotel steak would take forever to arrive and quite frankly, they had it yesterday and it was not good. this is not exactly ideal, but it has its own charm.

jungkook takes another swig of the bittersweet alcohol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards.

“____ has become an important part of my life that i would do anything to protect too. how do i say it…?” he exhales to relieve the heavy weight on his chest. “i feel like i gained more purpose in life, hyung… to be honest, i might have a harder time because of that. i know it but… i’m happy. seriously, i’m happy.”

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Having g disgusting thoughts about ex bf toby who just cant get over you yknoe staring in yojr windows stalking where ever you go missing you angerly fisting his cock to the thought of yoh god helps anyone you try and date after him doubt he'd do anything public doesn't want you to know hes still watching till he wants you too. Just ough tje thought of the guy you went on a *good* date with thinking yoj fi ally recovered after toby only to open your door to see a gift wrapped box next to flowers you open it bam his heart and pictures of his corpse -M

RAHHHHHHHHH YEAH. the way he’d do this even if he was the one to break up with you. he did it because he thought it was for the best but every day without you feels like a gaping wound. lying awake in bed feeling nauseous at the thought of someone else laying their hands on you. someone else kissing you. someone else knowing your body like he does.

probably actually does throw up a couple times over it. especially if you block him/don’t immediately try to come crawling back to him. the idea that you might actually be doing better without him? it makes him shake. makes his throat close up. has the sadness and anger blurring together into one big volatile mess.

he stays away for maybe a week. and that’s pushing it. but he can only take so much.

picking up his jacket and still smelling your perfume on it making him want to slam his head through a window. up until the earliest hours of the night, his nose shoved into a pair of shorts you forgot at his place, pumping his cock fast and desperate. it used to suffice before he met you, but now that you’ve left your mark? it’s barely enough to get off. he can still vividly remember how perfectly your cunt gripped him - using his right hand after that is a joke.

so yeah. he stalks you. secretly hopes that you’re just as miserable as he is. that you can’t live without him. that you’d be ecstatic if he walked back into your life again.

and he gets that for a bit. sees the tears, the nights of frustration where you toss and turn. the scowl on your face when you break it off with yet another failed rebound. it’s gratifying. satisfying.

until it’s not.

you go on a good date, with a nice normal guy. he treats you well, makes you laugh, makes you smile - sends you home with a blush on your cheeks and a grin on your face. and god help you, because toby witnessed all of it. every little interaction. trailing you from the moment he picked you up, to the restaurant, to witnessing him placing a kiss on your cheek before he dropped you back off.

and that feels like a swift kick to the nuts. because how dare you? after everything he did for you? all the time you two had spent together? you’re moving on just like that? without even trying to make amends?

he’s not even sure who he’s more mad at; you, or the prick who somehow succeeded in sweeping you off your feet. as if he had any clue how to treat you right. as if he could ever love you the way toby did, and still does.

he wastes no time. follows the guy home after he drops you off. slaughters him the same day he stole your heart. and it is brutal. just so much unspent rage and grief taken out on this innocent bystander. but to toby? he’s anything but innocent. he’s a thief. he turned you into a traitor.

he doesn’t even notice it when the guy finally stops breathing, doesn’t even pay attention to his wails subsiding. just keeps delivering hit after hit, until he looks more like minced meat than a human corpse.

and of course, he wouldn’t want you to make this same mistake again.

you found it off that you didn’t receive a single text after the date had went so well. you’re checking your phone every five minutes, wracking your brain to try and figure out what you did wrong.

a knock on the door disrupts your thoughts. when you open it, there’s not a soul in sight. but on your porch? a bouquet of your favourite flowers, right next to a neatly wrapped little gift box.

and you smile. thinking that maybe this is a cute little surprise from your new love interest.

but of course it’s not. you should’ve expected that.

you drop the box as soon as you open it; the inner contents a mess of blood and gore that immediately makes you dry heave. the metallic scent clings to your nostrils, the Polaroid photo that accompanies it burns into your retinas.

dark and blurry, but it’s still clear as day what it is. the corpse of the man you had met just last night - slaughtered like a cow.

and next to it, a note.

‘nice try. stop wasting time and just come back to me.’

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Messy sheets and expensive cologne. Your ex's dick as infamous as his reputation outside the inhuman sector. Speed so fast you struggle to catch up on his words whenever the fat mushroom tip of his throbbing dick plummets into all of the good spots each thrust taken.

A whine that couldn't ever compare to the high notes he is able to sing rushes out of your throat in such pathetic fashion all he can respond with is a laugh and a harsh spank to your left asscheek.

Of course he had found you and dragged you back to his apartment. To what was intitially going to be manipulating you back into staying with him. Until the first heated kiss came, then the next. Then the wall and a back collided and before you knew it, clothes were tossed aside angrily.

Going out with your friends his ass, you didn't need them anyway. What remained of love for you mixed with toxic waste pools of hate that triggered a deep arousal in him that you in turn reciprocated with a passion.

"M—M-ah," whack another hit to your sore ass ripples at the soft skin large hands clutch around like they were made for it. "Can't even defend yourself." He huffs, gargling on some spit before projectiling it down to your leaking cunt to add some extra lube.

Each throb the veins your pretty hole nurses away at is like a sin, beckoning for him to speed up his pace and enjoy the noises of wet skin against his. You've creamed around him enough to make a clear ring around his base, sticking to your cunt in strings each time he pulls out and shoves himself back in.

Mocks of your moans sends you into a spiral, while tears of anger gather at the corners of your eyes. Oh you hate him, hate his stupid laugh, his stupid grin. Hate the fact you enjoy his hard, shallow pace. The tap of his balls against your clit. The way your nails scrape across the bedsheets.

"S all you good for. Getting your pussy fucked full."

Shivers race down your arched spine when his deep moan fills your ears the same as white, stringy ropes of cum plugs you up nicely after previous rounds of fucking you full.

"H-Hate- Y-yo—ohhh~!" What a pitiful sight, you hate yourself for losing grip of your words. Brain fuzzy and fucked out beyond comprehension.

Could you blame yourself when his dick is so good? It finds itself snug and home in your fluttering cunt, spilling each time the velvet walls squeeze around his sensitive shaft.

He only lets out a little laugh in response to your words of hatred, teeth gritted against your ear as he, with the same amount of agitation responds to you: "Yeah? Hate me some more baby."

Consciousness slips from you not long after, and you were ever unwise to leave your phone unattended and hidden by the bedside table. The man's fingers are slippery and are quick to snatch the phone into them. Knowing where to navigate and which passwords to write.

He finds your friend group's chat with no struggle and begins typing away, cock slowly thrusting away at you still. Sometimes pulling all out all the way so he can see his sticky cum still connected to your hole. Your head cradled in his right hand.

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alittlegiraffe · 19 days ago

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marshall and reader broke up but they’re still friendly and a little flirty. reader is enjoying playing with the kids and marshall until her new bf calls her, marshall tells her not to answer it. (you can change it up if you’d like)

Title: “Stay Instead”

Movie night at Marshall’s house used to mean mismatched blankets, bowls of popcorn tossed at each other, and your youngest curled up half on your lap and half on his. The couch still had the same worn corners, same oversized pillows. Same memories soaked into every cushion.

It was supposed to be different now.

Supposed to be just family. Friendly. Familiar.

Even if you and Marshall had been pretending not to touch under the blanket all night.

You sat shoulder to shoulder with him on the couch, knees brushing. His thigh hadn’t moved from yours in over an hour. The girls were sprawled across the floor, half-asleep from the sugar crash and “Coraline” on low volume. The fire crackled, TV glow flickering soft shadows across the walls. You didn’t dare shift too far from him. You weren’t even sure which part of the night was real anymore—your separation, or the ache that still tethered you both.

You felt it when he laughed low at something Hailie said. You felt it every time he looked at you like he didn’t quite remember how to stop.

Then your phone buzzed against the coffee table.

You reached for it, trying not to seem too quick. But you felt Marshall’s body tense beside you before you even read the screen.

Ben:

Movie over yet? Want to come stay with me tonight? Miss you.

You stared down at the message, throat tight. You weren’t sure why the guilt hit so fast. Maybe because it didn’t feel like cheating until you read his name while sitting this close to your ex-husband—your still-lover. The man who had just murmured against your neck in the hallway an hour ago, lips bruising as he reminded you how much he still knew your body.

You didn’t reply. Not yet.

But the silence changed.

Marshall leaned a little closer, voice quiet and casual like he was asking about the weather. “That him?”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat back slightly, but his arm stayed pressed behind you on the back of the couch, a finger now grazing your shoulder like he wasn’t even thinking about it.

He was.

“Tell him you’re staying,” Marshall said after a pause, not looking at you.

Your heart skipped. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think—”

“He doesn’t have daughters here,” he cut in, still calm. Too calm. “Doesn’t have your blanket. Or your favorite tea. Or…” His voice dropped just enough. “My hands on you two hours ago.”

You looked around—Whitney and Alaina had dozed off completely, Hailie halfway there.

“Marshall…” you whispered, unsure.

He finally looked at you then, sharp blue eyes soft but intense. Possessive.

“I get it,” he said, voice low. “You needed something steady. Normal. I fucked up too much. I know that. I’m not asking for all of it back.” His hand moved slowly, trailing up your arm. “Just tonight.”

You exhaled, shaking your head even as your body leaned into his. “We said we weren’t doing this anymore.”

“You said that,” he corrected gently, with a hint of a smirk. “Then you showed up in that sweater you know drives me fuckin’ crazy.”

You tried not to smile. “It’s cold.”

“You have other sweaters,” he said, mouth brushing your jaw like a secret. “Ones that don’t smell like me.”

You closed your eyes. You should go. You should absolutely go.

But then his hand was curling behind your neck, just enough pressure to tilt your face toward his. And he kissed you—carefully, quietly, with that same ache he always had when he thought he was losing you again.

Your phone buzzed a second time, forgotten on the cushion.

Marshall didn’t flinch.

You kissed him back.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and blinking through the haze, he gave you that crooked grin—the one that always meant trouble.

“So?” he murmured. “You stayin’?”

You nodded before your brain could catch up. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

Marshall leaned back into the couch with a satisfied hum, his arm sliding easily around your shoulders like it had never left.

“Good girl.”

Because it felt too easy.

Too natural.

Too much like home.

You should leave.

But you didn’t.

You helped him instead.

Together, you moved slowly around the living room like a dance you'd both done a hundred times—careful not to wake the girls. You knelt first, pulling Whitney’s hoodie over her and tucking her blanket closer to her chin. Marshall crouched across from you to do the same for Alaina, gently lifting her head to slide a pillow beneath it.

Then you both glanced at Hailie.

She was curled up on the loveseat now, arms wrapped around a throw pillow, phone loosely tucked between her fingers. Marshall brushed her hair back from her forehead without a word. That little protective instinct never left him, not even after all this time. You felt it in your chest like a pulse.

When he stood again, he reached for the remote and lowered the TV volume, then cut a glance back toward the hallway—toward the bedroom.

His bedroom.

Your bedroom, once.

The look he gave you wasn’t a question.

It was a pull.

And you followed.

He didn’t take your hand—didn’t need to. You trailed behind him in silence, footsteps soft against the carpeted hallway. That familiar creak in the floorboard by the bathroom made your stomach twist with something that wasn’t quite nostalgia and wasn’t quite regret.

Then he opened the door.

The room hadn’t changed. Not really.

Same navy sheets. Same scuffed dresser. Same crooked photo frame of the three of you at Cedar Point years ago still tucked in the corner—half-hidden, like he didn’t want anyone to see he hadn’t taken it down.

Your eyes lingered on the bed.

So did his.

Marshall turned to you slowly, quiet until the door clicked shut behind you. Then his voice dropped to that rough whisper that always set you on fire.

“You still sleep on the left?”

You swallowed, nodding.

He smirked. “Didn’t let him take that too, huh?”

“Marshall—”

“I know,” he cut you off gently. “I know.”

And then his hand was sliding up your waist, under the hem of your sweater, skin to skin like it was still his right. Your breath caught. His touch had never lost its claim on you. The way his fingers splayed wide and possessive, his thumb brushing the space just beneath your ribs like he was relearning you.

Or like he never forgot.

“You looked so fuckin’ pretty tonight,” he murmured. “Laughin’ with the girls. Stealin’ popcorn off my plate. Textin’ him like you weren’t just comin’ on my fingers in the hallway an hour before.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as your body responded instantly, that ache between your legs sparking back to life.

His lips ghosted your cheek, then your jaw. “You gonna tell me that was goodbye?”

You shook your head, barely breathing.

“That’s what I thought.”

And then he kissed you—deep, rougher now. Less permission, more possession. Like every touch was a reminder: you were still his.

You always had been.

And when he backed you up to the bed and pushed you down onto his side—your side—it didn’t feel wrong.

It felt inevitable.

The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you didn’t resist when he guided you down—his hands on your hips, firm and sure like he already knew you’d fall for him again. You landed soft against the mattress, your sweater riding up just enough to expose skin, to invite him closer.

Marshall followed you down slowly, crawling over your body like a man claiming what was his. His weight didn’t feel foreign—it felt like gravity.

“You ever let him touch you like this?” he murmured, lips brushing your neck as his hand slid up beneath your sweater. “Get you all soft and wet before you even lose your clothes?”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

He chuckled darkly against your skin. “Didn’t think so.”

His hand was already beneath your waistband, slipping past the barrier of your panties with practiced ease. He found you warm, already slick for him, and groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes dark as he looked down at you. “That for me, baby?”

You nodded, trembling. “Always.”

That was all he needed.

His mouth was on yours again, tongue claiming you, teeth tugging at your bottom lip like he wanted to punish you for ever trying to move on. His fingers worked you slow and deep, curling exactly where you needed him, dragging a moan out of you that he swallowed with his kiss.

You rocked against his hand, your own fingers clutching the front of his hoodie like an anchor, grounding you in the swirl of heat and history and heartbreak.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice ragged. “You know what it does to me… knowin’ you’re still lettin’ me touch you like this while you let *him* think he’s got a fuckin’ chance?”

You whimpered as his thumb brushed your clit, just right, rhythm perfect.

“You let him kiss you?” Marshall asked roughly, dragging his mouth down your neck, biting the sensitive skin just below your ear.

You nodded, breathless. “Once.”

He stilled, hand twitching. “Did you think of me?”

“Every second,” you whispered.

That pulled a low growl from him.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you tonight,” he promised, yanking your panties down your thighs without finesse now, the thin cotton tossed carelessly to the floor.

Your sweater followed, and he paused just long enough to look at you spread out beneath him on the bed you used to share—hair messy, chest rising and falling, lips red from his kisses.

“You were made for me,” he said, like it was gospel. “Every fuckin’ inch.”

Then he stood just long enough to shove down his sweats, cock already hard and flushed as he climbed back over you, no teasing this time—just need.

“Tell me you want it,” he said, the tip of him pressed right against your entrance.

“I want it,” you breathed, desperate.

“No,” he growled, hand gripping your jaw so you had to look him in the eyes. “Tell me you want *me*.”

“I want you,” you said, eyes glassy. “Only you.”

He thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke, dragging a cry from your throat. The stretch, the pressure—*him*—filled something in you nothing else ever could.

And when he started to move—slow at first, dragging it out like he wanted to savor every inch—you knew it wasn’t just sex.

It never was with him.

This was a claim. A memory. A homecoming.

You wrapped your legs around him, arms pulling him closer, letting him take you apart again like he was the only one who knew how.

And god, he was.

---

The room smelled like sweat and skin and him.

You were spent—wrecked—in the best, most devastating way. Your thighs still trembled from the last orgasm, the sheets beneath you damp and twisted from the way he'd handled you. Like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to worship you or ruin you.

So he did both.

His fingers had coaxed you open until you were gasping his name, his tongue made you sob, and when he was finally inside you, slow and deep and mean, you’d come again around him like your body didn’t know how not to.

Now, you lay half-draped across his chest, your cheek pressed to the sweaty skin over his heart. It was beating fast, steady. His arm was wrapped tight around you like he wasn’t done holding you, even if neither of you could move much.

You didn’t want to.

His hand slid lazily up and down your spine, fingertips tracing bare skin, dipping beneath the curve of your ass like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the way you felt under him.

But your mind was louder than your heartbeat now.

So you asked, voice soft, almost timid.

“Marshall…”

His hand stilled.

You felt the rise and fall of his chest slow, like he already knew what was coming.

“…what does this mean?”

Silence stretched between you. Not awkward. Not angry.

Just heavy.

His thumb moved again, brushing along your hip.

“I don’t know,” he said eventually. Quiet. Honest. “I didn’t plan it.”

You lifted your head to look at him, eyes searching his.

“You didn’t plan for me to stay?”

He smirked faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t plan to let you leave, if that’s what you mean.”

Your breath caught.

“Marshall…”

“I told myself I was over it,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. “That we were better off. That I could handle you dating someone else. That I could watch you sit on my couch, play mom with our girls, and then go sleep in another man’s bed.”

His voice cracked slightly at the end. You felt his arm tighten around you.

“But I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t do it. Not when I still know exactly how to make you come undone. Not when you still moan my name like that. Not when you still fuckin’ look at me like you did in the beginning.”

You swallowed hard, your throat thick. “So what do we do?”

He finally looked at you.

And you saw it—all of it. The want. The fear. The ache.

“I don’t know,” he repeated. “But I know I’m not letting him have you.”

Your breath hitched. “You can’t just say that—”

“Yes, I can.” His hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you gently back down to his chest. “You’re still mine. Even if we’re stupid about it. Even if we don’t have the words yet. I don’t need a label. I just need this.”

You lay there in the quiet, trying to slow your thoughts, your pulse.

Trying to ignore how right it felt to be back in his arms.

You whispered into the skin of his chest.

“I still love you, you know.”

You felt the tremor that went through him.

His voice broke completely when he whispered back, “Then don’t leave.”

And you didn’t say a word.

You just held him tighter.

---

It was sometime after 2AM when he finally moved—just enough to shift the blankets up higher over your back, tucking you in like he used to after long nights and long fights and long love.

You were mostly asleep, cheek still resting over his heart, your breath slow and steady against his skin. But your hand was draped across his chest, fingers relaxed, soft, like they belonged there.

And that’s when he saw it.

The glint.

Subtle in the low light. But unmistakable.

His breath caught in his throat.

He lifted your hand gently, careful not to wake you, bringing it closer to his face just to make sure he wasn’t imagining it.

The ring.

Your ring.

His ring.

Still snug on your finger, just where it had always been. Diamond turned inward like you were hiding it from the world. But not from him.

He stared at it, stunned.

In six months, he’d never noticed.

Maybe because you’d never let him see your hands long enough. Maybe because he’d been too wrapped up in pretending he was fine. Too busy acting like this didn’t hurt. Like he hadn’t lost the only person who ever truly loved him for him.

But now—now the truth was wrapped in silver and silence and the space between your fingers.

His thumb brushed over the band slowly, reverently. He remembered the night he’d slid it on your finger, the way your hands had trembled, how you couldn’t stop smiling even though you were crying.

He swallowed hard.

“Why haven’t you taken it off?” he whispered, more to himself than to you.

You stirred lightly, but didn’t open your eyes.

He almost didn’t repeat it.

But then you murmured, groggy and quiet, “Didn’t want to.”

Your voice was small. Raw. Still tangled in sleep.

His chest tightened beneath you. “Baby…”

You finally lifted your head, just enough to meet his eyes in the dark. And he could see it there—the same ache in your face that had lived in his every day since you left.

“I couldn’t do it,” you said, voice thick. “I told myself I was just waiting. For the right time. For it to stop hurting so much. But it didn’t. And it felt like giving up on something that… wasn’t really gone.”

Marshall exhaled shakily, fingers lacing with yours. His thumb brushed your ring again, like he needed to feel it to believe it was still there.

“I’ve looked at your hands a hundred times,” he whispered. “Don’t know how I missed it.”

You gave a faint, tired smile. “I didn’t want you to see. Not until I was sure.”

His eyes searched yours, something deep and vulnerable flickering there. “Are you?”

Your lips parted—no hesitation this time. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

He pulled you into him again, tighter than before, his face buried in your hair.

And when he kissed the top of your head, he said it like a promise:

“Then we start over. But we don’t stop this time.”

---

The house was still and quiet when you stirred—no footsteps, no cartoons humming through the living room, no muffled girl-laughter drifting from the kitchen. Just pale morning light slipping between the curtains and the soft indentation in the mattress where Marshall had been.

He was gone.

But the sheets were still warm.

You sat up slowly, wrapping his hoodie around you as you slid from the bed. Your legs ached in that way only he could make happen—like you'd been broken open just to be put back together by his hands, his mouth, his voice whispering your name like a vow.

You padded down the hallway barefoot, past the sleeping girls still cocooned in blankets. The air smelled like him. Like home. You didn’t even think—you just followed instinct.

Down the stairs.

Past the living room.

Toward the basement.

The door was cracked just enough to catch the faint beat of a loop running low and steady—soft keys, a quiet snare. Something new. Something unwritten.

You pushed the door open gently, slipping inside.

Marshall didn’t hear you at first.

He was at the mic, headphones on, sweatshirt sleeves pushed up, jaw tight in concentration as he muttered something under his breath. Lyrics. Edits. That razor-sharp focus he only had when he was building something from scratch—turning pain into poetry, rawness into rhythm.

And then you saw it.

His hand.

Resting on the console. Fingers drumming.

His ring.

Back on his finger.

The very same one you hadn’t seen since the day you walked out.

You froze, breath catching. It wasn’t flashy or deliberate—he wasn’t showing it off. He wasn’t even looking at it.

It was just… there.

Like it had never left.

Like he’d never taken it off to begin with.

You stepped forward, heart thudding louder than the beat in the room.

He caught your movement in the corner of his eye and turned, pulling the headphones down around his neck. His expression shifted instantly—walls down, eyes soft, like he’d been waiting for you to find him there.

You didn’t speak right away.

Just walked toward him, gaze locked on his hand.

He followed your eyes, then glanced down, flexing his fingers like he hadn’t realized you’d noticed.

You looked up at him.

And he said it without flinching.

“I put it back on this morning.”

Your voice cracked. “Why?”

He stepped closer, gently taking your hand in his. Your fingers fit together too well—always had.

“Because I needed you to know,” he said, thumb brushing over your ring, still shining on your finger. “I’m not half in. I’m not confused. I’m not scared of it anymore.”

You blinked fast, heart swelling in your throat. “And if I get scared again?”

His smile was small. Real. “Then I’ll wait on the porch in the rain ‘til you’re not. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll write you fuckin’ songs you never let me release.”

You laughed, a sound soaked in tears.

His hand slid up to your cheek, cupping it. “But I’ll still wear this,” he whispered. “No matter what. Because I’m yours. I always was.”

You kissed him like you’d forgotten how not to.

And when he backed you up against the studio wall, kissed you breathless and murmured “My girl. Always was.”—you believed him.

Because he didn’t just say it.

He wore it.

He was still holding you, your back pressed to the wall of the studio, the low hum of the track looping in the background, his lips ghosting over yours like he didn’t want to stop kissing you long enough to breathe.

You were warm in his arms, wrapped in his hoodie and everything he’d ever promised you—and this time, it felt like he meant it. Every word. Every look. Every breathless “I’m yours.”

But meaning it wasn’t enough.

Not anymore.

You pulled back gently, one hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart through the worn fabric of his hoodie. The other held his phone.

Unlocked.

Open.

You offered it out to him, your voice soft but certain.

“I’ve never asked for big gestures, Marsh,” you said quietly. “I never needed all that. Not the attention. Not the flowers. Not the songs.”

He blinked, confused at first, brows furrowed as he looked down at the phone, then back at you.

“But if you mean it—really mean it…” Your voice trembled a little, but your grip didn’t. “Call Paul. And call it off.”

His breath caught.

“You’re the one who filed,” you whispered. “I didn’t fight you on it. I thought you needed that space. I gave it to you. But if this is real… if you want me back—want us—then end it.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and sacred.

You weren’t demanding. You weren’t begging.

You were asking for what you deserved.

He stared at the phone, jaw tight, throat working.

“I never stopped wanting you,” he said, voice low. “Even when I convinced myself I had to.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But I need more than late-night kisses and old sweatshirts, Marshall. I need to know you’re in. Not halfway. Not in secret.”

He reached out, fingers brushing over yours as he took the phone slowly.

Then, with a sharp breath, he opened his contacts and tapped Paul’s name.

He looked up at you one last time, gaze steady.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, tears brimming but not falling. “I’m sure.”

Marshall pressed the phone to his ear.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then—

“Jesus Christ, it’s barely 7AM—what now?”

Marshall didn’t hesitate.

“It’s done,” he said. “I’m not going through with it. Call the lawyer, tell him to shred the paperwork. I’m staying with my wife.”

Silence on the line.

Then Paul groaned. “You better be really fuckin’ sure about this, Marshall.”

“I am.”

“You’re gonna make my job hell, you know that?”

Marshall smirked, eyes never leaving yours. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

He ended the call.

Set the phone down.

And then he kissed you again—this time slow, deep, sealing something between you that had never really broken.

And when he whispered against your lips, “You're mine again,”

you whispered back,

“I never stopped being.”

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Shattered Ice

Chapter Six- Storm Clouds

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

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Content: college au, hockey au, comfort, burnout, depression, mutual pinning

gorgeous Choso art by @aransmind dividers by @dollywons

You didn’t realize it would hurt worse the second time around.

The pain, the heartache. It was all back and worse than ever.

The whole ride home was awkward and emotional. Tears continuously falling from your eyes as you sobbed into Sukuna's jacket while he attempted to comfort you the best he could.

Ryomen Sukuna, of all people, was trying to comfort you. It was a foreign concept and you still couldn't believe it, part of you thinking your mind conjured it up in your delirious state. He didn't know what to do, what to say, so he just let you cry until your tears ran dry.

In all reality, nothing he could have said would have eased the pain.

You hardly remember getting back to your dorm. Everything felt like a blur. You wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep for an eternity, but you still felt wrong. Both Utahime and Shoko were fast asleep, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You could have woken them up, they wouldn’t mind, but you really didn’t feel like speaking. Not ready to tell anyone the details of tonight.

You spent over an hour in the shower that night. Letting the hot water cascade over your skin, it felt like lava but the burn was welcomed in comparison to the ache in your heart. Scrubbing your skin until it felt raw, like that would somehow make the memory of your night with Toji fade away.

The rest of the weekend was spent locked away in your room. Hardly exiting your bed, much to your roommate's concern. They knew something had gone wrong that night but also knew you weren’t ready to open up to them. Until then, they supported you the best they could. Slipping notes of encouragement under your door and dropping off food to ensure you kept your energy up. You ate what they brought, despite it tasting like ash in your mouth.

Monday came before you knew it, and there was no way you could possibly drag yourself to class today. Opting to spend yet another day rotting away. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grab your phone, checking the time. 12:45 pm.

“Sorry Choso,” you sigh as you set it back down. Hopefully, he will be okay for one class without you by his side. Trying not to think on it too much, your eyelids shut and you drift back into a dreamless sleep.

Loud vibrations startle you awake. You sit straight up in bed, heart racing momentarily until you realize it's only your phone.

[ incoming call from Cho ]

On instinct, your fingers reach forward, ready to accept the call. The display shows 2:30 pm, well past your shared class. The man most likely just wants to fill you in on what you missed today. You lay your head back on the pillow, letting it ring and ring until the screen turns dark.

Your phone lights up again about a minute later.

[ voicemail from Cho ]

You click play.

“Hey, uh–” he pauses, clearing his throat before he says your name softly. “You didn’t come to class today. Is everything ok? Are you sick? I missed you today.” Another awkward pause, you can hear him mumbling to himself but are unable to make out what he was saying. “Uh. You didn’t miss much. Class was boring. As always. Even more without you, though. Uh...don't ask what happened. I didn’t pay attention. I spent the whole class drawing today. I'll show you next time I see you...once I finish it that is. Well…let me know when you want to work on our project this week. Call me back…or text me. That's cool too. Please?” You hear him sigh into the phone. “Um…ok…bye.”

The corner of your lips pull up into a smile. How was he so cute? His little ramblings definitely helped lighten your mood. Not by a lot, but the tiniest amount. You make a mental note to send him a text sometime today, to let him know you weren’t feeling well. Which isn’t entirely a lie.

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The days continued to blend. Tuesday passed and so did Wednesday. You still weren’t ready to face the world, staying home each day in solitude. It wasn’t healthy, but it was how you were coping. Plus, your grades were good, and you never skipped, taking a week off for your mental health couldn’t hurt you that bad, right?

The weather all week has been dreary, almost like nature wanted to match your mood. Dark clouds cover the sky while rain pelts against the windows. The dorm felt chilly, making you want to do nothing but cuddle up in the softest blanket you own.

A knock on the front door wakes you up. It was Thursday afternoon, both Shoko and Utahime gone for the day with classes. Though occasionally, Shoko will stop back at the dorm for a snack or nap. And she was notorious for forgetting her keys and locking herself out.

With a groan, you drag yourself from the bed. Wrapping a blanket around your pajama-clad body, draping it over your head like a hood and scuffing across the wood floor in your slippers. The knocking continues, louder now.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m coming, you really need to start checking you have everything before you leave the house,” you scold your roommate through the door. Even if you tell her 1000 times, she never remembers. You reach for the brass doorknob, working quickly to unlock and yank it open.

But it wasn’t Shoko standing on the other side.

There he was, forearm leaning against the wall just outside your door, baggy jeans and that gray hoodie you once borrowed. Dark brown hair worn down, out of the usual twin spikes. Your heart stops, dropping the blanket in a panic.

“Choso?” your voice squeaks out a bit more surprised than you had intended. “What are you doing here?” His eyes find yours, staring deep into your soul. The expression he wore was one of concern. Thick eyebrows drawn together, frown on his lips, his whole body tense.

“You didn’t text me.” He responds plainly.

“I’m fine, just not feeling well that's all.” you attempt to dismiss his worries, feeling a bit guilty for not messaging him back the other night. Now that you think about it, you haven’t spoken with him since before the incident. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Don’t care,” he grunts, taking a step closer to stand directly in front of you. A plastic bag you didn’t realize he was carrying crinkles in his other hand. “Besides, shouldn’t you be in class right now?” He had a point. Here you both are, skipping.

“I told you, I’m sick.” Not backing down, you continue looking in his golden brown orbs. It should be believable enough, your eyes glassy from all the shed tears this week. Your voice contains a hint of subtle scratchiness. To most, it should appear as though you are under the weather.

“Liar,” he calls you out instantly, his tone almost harsh, arms crossing over his chest. Letting out your name in a sigh, he softens, eyes pleading. “Please, don’t lie to me. I can tell something is wrong, but it’s not your health”

He caught you, and maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was time for you to open up, purposefully reopen your wound and spill your guts. And maybe someone like Choso, someone who was a good listener and patient, would be the perfect person to be vulnerable with. Then you can heal, the damage fading away into nothing more than a scar.

Choso shifts his weight back and forth uncomfortably in the hall, snapping yourself away from your thoughts to the present. You were staring at him in silence, contemplative look on your face while he silently awaited a response.

“Want to come in?” You ask as you back up, stepping away from the door to allow him passage inside. He nods in response, walking through the entrance and brushing past you, the comforting scent of his cologne caressing your senses.

You lock the door behind him and follow his path into your kitchen. He has been over so many times now due to the shared project that he understands the layout like it’s a second home. He sets the grocery bag on the counter and proceeds to lean on the surface, chin resting in his hand as he watches you approach.

“What’s in the bag?” You ask, finger pointed at the plastic concealing mystery items.

“Ah, well…” his fingers fiddle with the handles before opening it. “I thought maybe you were sick so I picked up some things just in case.” He pauses as he scans the items in the bag, listing them outloud. “Cold medicine, cough drops, tissues, a heating pad, some soup. But I guess you don’t need any of that.” He lets out an awkward laugh, his cheeks turning pink.

How could someone be so thoughtful? He went out of his way to buy all these things with his own money and bring them by. He was worried. Another wave of guilt washes over you. You could have eased his mind if only you had texted him back a few days ago, instead, he assumed you were bedridden with the plague. Came all this way, wasted his hard-earned money, for nothing.

“Actually, I am a bit hungry. Some soup would be nice.” His eyes light up at your acceptance, already moving around the kitchen to locate a pot to cook the meal. It wasn’t a lie either, it had been a while since you ate a proper meal, some soup would be light and easy on your hungry stomach.

“I hope ramen is ok,” he says after placing the pot of water on the stove. “That’s all the drug store had.” He reaches inside and pulls out two packets of ramen. A staple in every college student’s life.

“Ramen sounds great,” you smile.

As he cooks, he makes light conversation about how his week has gone. His classes, the practices, how Piercing Blood is dropping a new album soon. His voice fills the silence for once while you take on the role as listener. You love to hear his voice, to feel the excitement dripping in his tone whenever he mentions something he's particularly excited about.

After a few minutes, he turns the burner off and divides the soup into two bowls, setting one directly in front of you. The savory chicken makes your mouth water, appetite returned once again. You ate like a starved woman, slurping it down at incredible speed. It was just simple, cheap ramen, but it tasted divine. Maybe, it was due to the fact that Choso made it for you.

He watches you finish every last drop, lifting the bowl to your lips to savour the broth, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Still hungry? I can order some takeout if it wasn’t enough.” He lets out a low chuckle, his own spoon clattering in his empty bowl.

“No, it was plenty! Thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about what's going on now?” He asks quietly. It was time. You nod, but not here in the kitchen, it felt too open out here. You wanted to be in the safety of your own room. Plus, if either of your roommates come home early and find you getting emotional with Choso nearby, they may jump to conclusions and assume he's to blame for your mood the past week.

“Follow me,” you murmur, leading him toward your bedroom. You close the door once you are both inside and make your way to sit on the edge of your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to sit beside you.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, his thumb chipping away the black nail polish on his index finger. It almost seemed like he was in a trance.

“Choso?” you call to him. “Come sit with me…please?” Your soft plea gets his attention, and he nods.

But first, he removes the gray hoodie, tossing it onto the opposite side of the bed. The way the sleeves of his band shirt hug the curves of his biceps causes a wave of heat to race through your body. But you push the feeling aside. The bed creeks as he sits beside you, his bare arm just barely touching yours. The tiny amount of contact feels like an electric shock.

“So, tell me everything.” He focuses on you.

And you do. You tell him all about your relationship with Toji. How you met, every happy memory. And even now, after everything, there is still a bittersweet smile on your face as you recount the good days. Choso nods along as he listens, never once interrupting.

He frowns when the story takes a darker turn. He had heard through the grapevine that the breakup was messy, but he never heard it from your own lips. His intense gaze bores into you as he listens, as if he was in disbelief anyone who claimed to love you could treat you in such away. After everything, the asshole turned around and treated you as if you were anything but special.

“And I am such an idiot, Choso!” you exclaim as you plop down on your back against the bed.

“You're not” He attempts to interject, but you don’t listen.

“I am!” you can't stop the tears now as you think of the fresh memory of last weekend. Your hands fly to cover your face but they do nothing to hide your sobs. You don’t want him to see you like this, what would he think of you? What kind of face is he making right now? You're glad your fingers are blocking the view of him at this moment.

The bed dips under his weight as he lays on his side beside you, his warm fingers reaching to grasp yours. He pries your shield away, you're expected to be met with a look of disgust about your sudden outburst, but instead, all you can find is concern and care. The look he gives overloads your senses, something so sweet you could get addicted to it. Your stomach does a small flip.

“It’s ok to be sad,” he whispers, letting go of your hand and instead moving to cup your cheek. His calloused thumb wiping away the tears underneath your eye, his skin rough as it glides along yours. “You're allowed to mourn a relationship that's over.” The pad of his thumb traces stars along your cheek, a soothing motion that calms you down.

“I just…I thought I was past that stage. I was well on my way to moving on from everything. And I fucked it all up.” You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves. You haven’t admitted this to anyone yet. “I fucked him Choso…after the game last weekend when I went to get my stuff. God, I don't know what I was thinking, I couldn’t stop myself. And after…I felt awful. I felt dirty and wrong. I wish I could undo everything, because all it did was hurt me all over again. And it’s all my fault.”

His face remains mostly neutral as he listens, but you swear you catch a glimpse of his eye twitching when you admit to sleeping with Toji.

“It’s not your fault.” He finally responds. “You were caught up in nostalgia, clouded by the good times. You just weren’t thinking rationally, it happens.” His fingers leave your face and move to twirl a strand of hair around his finger as he continues. “You're only human, we sometimes don't think out our actions and go off of our needs instead. Don't be too hard on yourself.”

“Your emotions are only natural. You've been through alot lately, and healing isn't linear. It takes time.” He pauses, gathering a deep breath before his next soft-spoken words. “And, I promise to be here for you every step of the way. How ever you need me– shoulder to cry on, friend to vent to– I'll be here.” He finishes his sentence and tucks the hair he was playing with behind your ear, eyes shimmering with affection as he gazes at you through his lashes.

His words sink in as you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes. Somehow, he knew exactly what to say, exactly what you needed to hear. And while it didn't magically cure you, not that you expected it to, it still helped. You have a long way to go until you can fully move on, but for now, you need to learn to be kinder to yourself. You can't erase the past; all you can do is move on from this point.

“Thanks Choso, I really needed that,” you whisper. Rolling off your back and onto your side to face him, your noses just barely out of touch. His breath is warm and minty with a touch of cigarette that tickles your nostrils. His lips, so close to yours yet they feel so far still.

“Of course, anything for you,” he responds, his eyes never once leaving yours. Continuing to thread his fingers through your hair.

The scent of his breath transports you back to the night you found him smoking behind the bar weeks ago. He seemed distraught that night. Like he was struggling to hold his emotions beneath the surface.

Maybe it was his turn to open up today too.

“Choso?” You ask softly, your own hand coming to rest on the side of his face. His eyes drift closed at your touch, almost leaning into it.

“Hm?” He hums, a tired rumble in this throat.

“Are you…okay?” You don't know how to approach this conversation. “You once said you didn't feel like you were where you belonged, that you felt like a dying star in the sky.” His eyes fly open.

“I'm fine, ” he objects immediately, removing his hand from you and rolling onto his back, staring up at your ceiling. You let him avoid the question last time, but you refuse to back down now. He deserves someone to care for and comfort him just as he had done for you.

“No, you're not fine.” You correct him, moving closer yet again. His avoidant response confirms your suspicions; there is something deeper hidden away in his mind. You throw your arm across his body, chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Please, talk to me.”

“Fine” he lets out a sigh after some thought, finally giving in to you. “But I promise, it's really not a big deal.” He continues to look anywhere but at you.

“I just…I haven't been enjoying the things I used to. I've lost the spark for my major and hockey no longer feels exciting. It's all just a routine to me now. At this point I feel like I'm just going through the motions to get by.”

“Everyone tells me I'm talented, the best goalie they have seen in years. One of the smartest students in the biology department. And now I feel like I'm being viewed on a pedestal, if I mess one little thing up, I'm going to disappoint everyone. Everyone is depending on me, they expect me to perform a certain way. I can’t let them down.”

“I'm not sure when I started feeling this way. Maybe sometime last season? It just consumes my life so much. Everyday it's just class and practice. And having to constantly think about my public appearance since pro teams are considering me. Deep down, I think I still enjoy it, but it feels like such a chore. I never have any time for myself, the little downtime I do have is filled with homework and doing things with the team. Hell, it’s to the point where I don’t even know what I would do with myself if I were given a free weekend.”

His eyes finally drift back to yours, exhaustion evident on his face. He’s always seemed to have those dark circles surrounding his eyelids ever since you met him. You assumed he just spent too much time staying up playing video games or out partying. But now you understand that’s not the case. He’s running himself into the ground.

“You look tired.” You remark.

“I am. Very tired.” he sighs. “I’m just so exhausted all the time. Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes and sleep forever, maybe then everything would stop feeling so suffocating. I just can’t imagine myself living like this everyday for the rest of my life.”

Your heart breaks at his words. He has been suffering in silence for so long. Hiding it from everyone while it tears him apart from the inside out. No one should feel this way, should feel so alone and like they need to burden the pain by themselves.

“Why don’t you just quit?” you blurt out like the answer to his problems was so obvious. He gives you a wild look, like you just said something so outlandish like the sky was falling. “Or you could change your major?” You slip in.

“It’s not so simple.” he shakes his head. “For starters, it’s the middle of the season. I can’t possibly abandon the team now. And besides, the whole reason I’m here at this University is due to being chosen by the team. If they didn’t pick me, I would never be able to afford this.”

“But you deserve to have passions in your life, if you force yourself to stick with something that doesn’t bring joy now, you'll be miserable the rest of your life.”

“I’m not doing this for me.” He quickly dismisses your concern. “Everything is for them, for my brothers.” Despite the weight of this conversation, he smiles slightly.

“I’m doing this so they can have the future they deserve. As long as I’m making money, whether that's by completing my degree or signing a contract with a professional hockey league, I can fund their lives. After everything they have been through, I want them to pursue their dreams.” His eyes look glassy, holding back unshed tears.

“But what about your dreams?” You whisper. He really is always thinking about others and never himself.

“My dream is to see my brothers happy. If they are happy, then so am I.”

“But you deserve happiness too! Your own happiness, your own dreams. You can act selfishly once in a while!”

“Maybe one day” he lets out a chuckle, putting on a brave face and pretending to not be bothered. Nothing you say right now will change his mind, not yet anyways.

“Well, for now…can you at least try to take it easier? Rest more between classes and practice, make time to unwind each day, just try to take care of your body. You just keep going while your body is nearing empty, you are gonna burn out and crash. Hard.” Working in the veterinary field, you have witnessed some very severe burnouts from your classmates. Choso reminds you of them, starting out they were excited and happy until they stretched themselves thinner and thinner until finally snapping. You don’t want that to happen to him too.

“I…I’ll try.” He exhales.

“Promise?”

“I promise, I’ll try.” He reaches his hand toward yours, his pinky curling around yours in a sacred ritual. “Thank you” He whispers when he finally releases your finger.

“For what?”

“I don’t know…for listening to me? I've never gotten that off my chest before and I feel a bit…lighter, I guess. Talking with you just makes me feel better.”

“Me too, Choso. I feel better now too.”

Choso stays over for a few more hours. Both of you exhausted from shedding that emotional weight. The two of you decide to just throw on a movie, pulling the blankets around your bodies like a cozy burrito. At some point, Choso’s hand found its way to your waist, rubbing up and down along your clothing mindlessly.

“Practice soon,” he grunts when he checks the time, signaling he has to leave. He crawls out from the warmth of the blankets, your side already missing the absence of his palm.

You can’t deny your attraction to him anymore. And after today, you know there is a genuine connection you share. You want to see him more, not as project partners and not exactly as friends either. He’s always in the back of your mind, making your heart flutter at the smallest thought of him.

Your eyes rake over his bare forearms stretching above his head, his well-trained muscles flexing under the skin. Suddenly, you feel brave. Unable to bite your tongue any longer.

“Do you want to get something to eat sometime?” You ask, not once looking away from his frame.

“No,” he responds instantly, breaking off in a yawn.

Huh? Did he say no? Did you misread the situation that poorly?

“Wait! Ugh, that came out rude. It’s not that I don’t want to go out and eat with you, I would actually really like to! But I’m just so busy right now, I really don’t know when I would have the time to sit down for dinner, I wouldn't want to rush our time. And there is a restaurant I even had in mind I thought you might like, but they are always booked up with reservations–” his cheeks turning rosy as he continues to ramble.

“Choso!” You giggle, snapping him out of this flustered state. “It's fine, I get it. Maybe after the season is over?”

“Definitely after the season is over.” He smiles.

“Another away game this week right?” You ask, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I'll be coming this time.” You admit.

“That’s fine, I didn't expect you to.” He pads back over to the edge of your bed. “But~ if we lose this one because my little good luck charm isn’t watching me from the stands…know it’s all your fault.” He teases, a smirk on his face as he pokes the tip of your nose.

“You don’t need me, or luck.” You respond while rubbing the spot he touched.

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “But I feel like I play better when you're around” He looks toward the door, an almost conflicted look on his face, wishing he could stay here in your room forever. But with a sigh, he is reminded of his responsibilities. Taking a slow step toward the door.

His hand wraps around the handle, but he freezes, turning back to look at you. Your name softly falling from his lips, a vulnerable look in his eyes. You meet his gaze, waiting expectantly for what he wants to say.

“Do you want to meet my brothers?” he asks.

You have heard so much about them, and Choso has shown you so many pictures. They truly are the most important people in his life. How could you tell him no? Especially when he looks at you like he is attempting to share a hidden part of his soul. His fingers tighten around the metal doorknob.

You slide off the bed and bounce over to him, a wide smile on your face.

“Of course! I would love to meet your brothers, Choso!” You exclaim. He lets out a sigh of relief.

“Great. They are coming to visit next Saturday before the game. They always visit this time of year, and if I have time, all of us can grab some lunch beforehand. I could pick you up, I would really like to introduce them to you.” His cheeks flush slightly as he explains.

“I can't wait,” you smile at him. The past few hours with Choso have you feeling happier than you have in the past week. His words, his presence, it’s almost healing to be around. Your usual light breaking through the dark cloud yet again.

“Me either,” he smiles back. “See ya around.” He goes to pull the door open, still hesitating to leave.

“Good luck at practice” You whisper, wrapping your arms behind his waist in a hug. Your face burying into his chest, breathing in his scent. His arms instantly pull you in, bringing you impossibly close. He holds you tight as his nose presses into your hair, his soft breath fanning against you. This hug feels different than the last, than any moment you've spent with him. It’s warmer, it makes you feel soft and fuzzy, makes your heart beat wildly in your chest. The boundary between friendship and something more starting to blur.

You never want this to end.

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