#i gotta apologise asap

[kkatastrophic]

It took me everything not to yell and lose my temper, so I broke. Not figurative at all. Like I literally threw the closest thing to me, and it shattered.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I don't care that it was in my own room, in my own house. Fuck. I feel so bad. I feel terrible.

[wonderingpanda]

Hallooo!

May I request reader catching the bayboys staring at them? Lovesick, maybe?

I just love the Eugene staring at Rapunzle scene.

Lovesick Stares

Bayverse!Turtles x Reader

Hi! Sorry for not posting in so long, I’ve been really busy the past month. I also want to apologise, there was another Bayverse request in my inbox but I must of accidentally deleted it since I can’t find it anymore. If the person who sent me it wants to re-request it feel free to do so. Now, I decided to not really do headcanons for this one but I wouldn’t call them oneshots either. They’re more like mini-scenarios. Anyway, with that all out the way please enjoy.

Leonardo

I was just in the lair sharpening my katanas when I noticed Y/N sit down next to me. “Mikey becoming too much for you?” “Nah, I’m just tired and don’t feel like skateboarding right now.” They pulled out their phone and began doing something on it but I couldn’t see what. I decided to just focus on my blades since I was losing concentration. After a moment or two I heard the sweet sound of Y/N laughing and turned to see them smiling at some video. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger for a moment, they were so pretty and calm I couldn’t look away. Y/N must of realised that I had stopped sharpening my swords since they looked over to me curiously. I immediately fixed my eyes on something away from them but I knew it was too late and I’d already been caught. “You do realise you’re staring at mouldy pizza right?” Yup, caught red handed. “Well I mean mouldy pizza can be interesting. Anything can hold a story. You never know this pizza could’ve been through amazing things, lived an incredible life.” “Ah yes an incredible life of slowly dying on a sewer floor.” We laughed together for a moment before Y/N decided to lie their head on my arm and smiled with their eyes glued to their phone. “You know if want to stare at me you can. I do it to you all the time.” “Heh, thanks… wait what?”

Raphael

I swear sometimes my brothers piss me off too much! It was late in the evening and I was beating up a punching bag to let out my rage. I was so focused on hitting the thing that I didn’t realise Y/N had walked in. They leaned against the wall and just looked at me. I stopped what I was doing and turned to face them. “What is it?” “I was just waiting for you to finish up.” “Why? You want to use it?” “I’d appreciate it.” I smirked and stepped aside as Y/N walked up to the punching bag, this was going to be interesting. I was surprised when they began to land pretty tough punches on it. “Wow, who got you so riled up?” They leaned back and rolled their shoulders. “Just an annoying co-worker, don’t worry about it.” They then threw their jacket onto the floor and continued to beat up the punching bag. As they went at it I kept wanting to look at them, their face and arms, eyes, lips… I shook my head and blinked a bit when I saw Y/N staring right back at me. “Is there something you want to tell me or…?” “Uh I think I hear Donnie calling me, I gotta go.” With that, I ran off. All I could do was hope they didn’t read too much into it.

Donatello

I thought it would just be another long night in the lab. I had been spending the night working on a few adjustments to my computers. Some of them were glitching and one had stopped working completely so I was trying to fix them up asap. I figured I’d be alone the whole night since everyone seemed to have already gone to bed but I was proven wrong when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Agh! Oh Y/N, it’s just you. Wait, Y/N! What are you doing here this late?” “Well I was spending the night studying alone but I got bored, and knowing you I knew you’d still be up and awake in your lab.” “I suppose that makes sense.” I slid my chair to the side slightly and gestured for them to grab the free one I had sitting in the corner. They pulled the chair up next to me and sat down. “Oh, and apologies for not knocking. You didn’t answer before and when I peeked through you seemed so involved in your work that I didn’t want to disturb you too much.” “Not a problem. So, were you wanting to study or join me in my computer repairs.” “I figured I could just study while you do your thing, I was just desperate for some company.” “Understandable. I’ll just get back to this and feel free to ask me if you need any help with your studies.” “Of course. Thank you Donnie.” I grabbed a few of my tools and got back to work as Y/N began researching stuff on their laptop, looking through books and writing notes down. I looked over to them and noticed the way their face scrunched up at certain things, how they seemed so hyper focused on whatever they were typing. They were simply a sight to behold. My thoughts were cut short when Y/N sent me a curious smile. “What?” I figured I must have been staring and gave an awkward laugh, looking away to the computer I was currently fidgeting with. “Nothing.” Soon enough I heard the sound of books closing and felt a heavy weight slump onto my shoulder. “I know I should be heading home right now but I think it’ll be ok if I’m a little late to class tomorrow.” “Goodnight, sleeping beauty.” “Night, turtle boy.”

Michelangelo

I was bored, and I mean really bored. Nothing was happening! Leo and Raph were training together and Donnie was locked up in his lab again. April was busy with Casey, Master Splinter was meditating. I was so close to giving up on everything when a voice filled the air. “Oh guys! Guess what I brought?” I snapped my head around only to find my gorgeous Y/N standing happily with a stack of pizza boxes in their hands. I ran over to them but before I could grab a box they pulled the pizza away from me. “Uh excuse me! You’ll be waiting for your brothers before laying a hand on this pizza.” “Ugh! But everyone else is already busy. I’ll just take a few boxes and be on my way, pretty please?” They gave me a deadpanned look. “Mmm no.” “Well then…” I stepped back and readied myself. “I’ll just have to take it by force.” I lunged at Y/N picking them up and pulling the pizza out of their grasp. “Mikey, put me down!” “Mmm no” “Michelangelo Hamato I swear to god!” They proceeded to grab my face and get close enough to the point their nose touched my snout. “If you don’t put me down safely and hand over that pizza this instant I will beat you up with your own weapons, understood?” I wanted to make some sort of witty comeback but as I looked into their eyes I found myself at a loss for words. I knew they couldn’t really beat me and they knew it too but the determined look on their face was so adorable I wanted to just let them. After a little while I felt something hard flick my forehead. “Ow! What!?” “You zoned out dummy.” “Hey I’m not a dummy! You’re the dummy.” “You sure?” “Uh huh.” “Turn around.” I twisted my head to the side and noticed that all the pizza was gone! I looked back to Y/N only to be met with a fist to the face. But to see their cute face up close it was totally worth it.

I hope this was okay. Again, sorry for not posting in a while. Please have an amazing day/night wherever you are!✨

[fuckedeath]

𖦹•°. miguel o'hara being jealous ?!

( a/n : hii!! i haven't written in a while so i apologise in advance if it sucks ass 💀 oh! and english isn't my native language so bare with me!! )

"new recruit?" you asked, looking up from your food tray. you sat at the table for lunch at hq with the rest of the band of idiots you work with.

"yeah," peter b. parker coughed out, still forcing a whole burger into his hatch. "heard it from lyla, said jess found him on her last mission."

bits of food flew out of his mouth as he spoke, leaving the rest to contort their faces a bit from disgust. pav didn't seem to mind it, though.

"oh yeah, hobie and i saw him walk into the big man's office earlier!" pavitr prabhakar nudged an elbow into spiderpunk's side, causing him to choke on the drink he was chugging down.

"oi! watch it!"

"oh my god, are you seriously still drinking that shit?" gwen scoffed.

"come on, guys. his d.i.y coca-cola isn't all that bad! we gotta support him and his political views! is that what you call it? either way, i'm with you all the way, hobie." miles morales spoke up, defending one of his closest friend.

hobie brown claimed that he didn't believe in any large cooperate companies, the coca-cola company included. so he took it upon himself to make his own version. like that time he attempted to craft an xbox from scrap metal he found lying around (he stole them from miguel's office while he was out on a mission).

"yeah? why don't you take a sip then, miles?" you pushed the tin can hobie placed down on the table towards miles. he squirmed in his seat, forcing out a nervous laughter as hobie raised an eyebrow.

"nah, nah, i can't. i'm... on a diet! yeah, ma-maybe next time!"

as the whole table laughed, suddenly lyla appeared out of thin air.

"hey guys! so, i think you all know we got a new spidey on the team. miguel wants you all in his office to meet him asap." she glitched into various different poses as she spoke.

★

you all waited for the elevator to take you directly to the office's floor.

"make sure to make him feel welcomed. don't say anything intimidating. i'm looking at you, hobie." peter said before hobie let out a scoff towards his comment.

at last, the elevator doors finally open and you all stepped out. you began to notice a familiar figure standing in front of a larger figure, which you already identified as miguel o'hara.

miguel let out a dreadful sigh as he noticed peter b. exiting the elevator first, eager to meet the newest member of the spider society.

"heyyyyy! new guy! welcome on board!" peter b. said, placing a hand onto the new recruit's shoulder. "you're gonna fit right in- oh, meet the rest of the gang,"

you were the last to exit the elevator, still trying to make out who it actually was. all while miguel was staring at you, as he usually does.

the rest of the team joined in on peter b's warm welcome and you finally realise who it was, resulting in a loud gasp echoing the office.

all heads turned to face you as you exclaimed "is that really you?!"

you and the new recruit, also known as the amazing spider-man from earth-120703, are finally face to face with each other. his face immediately lit up upon recognising you.

he shouted out your name before immediately pulling you into an embrace. "peter! i didn't expect to see you here." you said between chuckles.

"what? you're saying i'm not good enough to be apart of you guys?" you both went back and forth joking with each other. the others were left dumbfounded by the situation unfolding before them.

what they didn't notice is how miguel was practically burning holes into peter's body. there was a rage rising inside of him, almost uncontrollable anger. he hated how you were embracing that random spider-man over him. he's the only person you're allowed to touch in any way. in fact, you're also only allowed to talk to him and no one else! is that toxic? maybe. but he just wants you all to himself! he would rather die than admit all of that, though. his hands were clenched into fist, holding the strong urge to punt this person across the room right then and there.

you began to explain to everyone how you met peter on one of your solo missions and even after the anomaly was caught, you still slipped back to his universe to hang out with him time to time.

"say that again?" miguel snapped his head towards you.

"i go to his universe to hang out someti-"

"and who allowed you to do that?"

the others began to tense up, immediately picking up on the anger in his tone.

"everyone else, get out. you, stay." miguel commanded, pointing his index at you.

the rest looked at you, worried. but you gave them a reassuring look back so they began to shuffle back into the elevator. "let's give you a tour, shall we? the frozen yogurt at the cafeteria is to die for." peter b. guided the recruit by the shoulders before closing the elevator door behind them.

you took a deep breath before turning around to face miguel.

"okay, about the sneaking off to another universe without letting anyone know thing, look, it's completely my fault and-"

"you should've known better! what if something happened to you? what if you died and no one knew?"

"relax, you know i can handle myself! you don't have to worry about me."

"that's the problem! i do worry about you. all the fucking time. i get anxious when you show up to work 10 minutes late, frantically asking lyla to check on your location which she refuses to do because she thinks it's creepy,"

"when you come back from a mission with your suit torn up and blood seeping out, it makes me just want to keep you here where you're safe with me,"

"and when i see you hugging some lousy peter variant, i-" he stopped himself. he pinched the bridge of his nose before making his way back to his platform.

"just forget it." he dismissed, sighing as he sat in his chair.

"miguel, i-" you were cut off by lyla, who alarmed miguel of a new anomaly on earth-652.

[star2fishmeg]

I just found out from this wag that nhl players dont have paternity leave so they actually end up inducing the birth on a day that isnt super important (like a practice day)

BUT can you imagine like one of our family men players like quinn or nico missing the birth of their child LIKE THATS WILD they’d be so devastated

omg no bc i love watching lexi lafleur brown for wag info!! idk if you heard this from her but she mentioned that too!! (shes also publishing a spicy hockey romance next spring too!!)

i know it's part of the job and culture (?) but planning births is crazy. like all those kids gotta have similar bdays😭

i don't know a whole lot about nico (should i indulge in the devils more???) but quinn seems like he would be distraught but he'd adapt to it somehow. if i were that kid i'd tell everyone that my dad missed my birth bc he was playing hockey with no other context.

if quinn received the memo after a game that his wife gave birth while he was playing, that man would be outta there asap. he'd burst through those hospital doors profusely apologising although elated to see his child and wife. he'd be forgiven tho (wouldn't be blamed anyway) since it wasn't his fault but it would weigh him down for a long time before he forgave himself.

[gugugagacodons]

💞my epiphany💞

i was thinking abt why we're so scared of living the end/living in the 4d when 3d is the polar opposite. even if we convince ourselves that the 3d WILLLL conform according to the 4d, we're still a bit hesitant sometimes. and i'm here to tell u smth that i tell myself bc it's not like the ppl who are able to manifest and distribute all our experiences and stuff are superior homo sapiens or smth, we're just as human. we were told the same things abt life as you, and sure even we have our downfalls and nervous moments when it comes to loa.

you've got nothing to lose. no matter what happens, if you're affirming for some X thing, you don't have it rn, nor will u have it if u fail. so why not live the end and be happy till u're at least delusional abt it? why do we all daydream? bc even tho we know it's all in our head, it makes us happy. treat this the same way- u basically just have to act up on your daydreams of having that X thing.

howeverrr, the reason we're usually so scared of living the end is because we often get stuck up while thinking abt "what if the 3d doesn't conform?" tough love but listen. WHY DO U CARE ABT THAT!!?!?! THE 3D HAS GOT NOTHING ON YOU!! think of 3d as your past, smth like it was your life when u were 11 y/o. idk abt u but when i think of the 11 y/o me i always go like "damn that was an age to.. nvm i'm a lot better person now" THATS IT BABY!!!

there's NOOOOOO WAYYYY the 3d won't conform if u live the end, BELIEVE ME. and i always say this, the methods don't matter, SATs, voids, alllll thatttt doesn't matter AT ALL. i have neveerr gotten into the void even once but i've still manifested huge things. so what ultimately matters is PERSITSENCE, full belief in the 4d you're imagining- oops- u're reality. believe in it, correct yourself, NEVERRR look back and think abt the reasons why u can't have your X thing. bc there's literally NO REASON u won't have it if u've set your mind to it. tell urself that u WANT the X thing, that u HAVE the X thing.

now coming to the living the end bit. at first, i was a bit hesitant w living the end bit but when i thought and looked back to all the times i have unknowingly done that, i think that it's just so simple to do so!! u just don't have to think abt anythhhh that opposes ur X thing, live the end!! let's say u're living the end and think abt having the X thing by the end of the month, if u don't get it, i understand that u will be very upset and that's the main reason that's stopping u from living the end, BUT THAT'S OKAY. all u gotta do is tell urself smth like "maybe the time isn't right to have X thing, my subconscious is taking care of me" and look at your life changing, u're subconscious will legit apologise for not understanding sooner and presenting the X thing ASAP.

"if u don't win, u lose nothing. if u win, it's everything." -schoolarsugardaddy

[4dtk]

hii <88 ummm this is not from your prompt list but this suddenly come in my mind , can you made one like for chubby reader since i'm a little but chubby , angst and fluff , jaemin or jeno , like they said something mean and suddenly realize likeeeee ykwim rightt ? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

hope this is okay anon! i am not plus-sized and will not even come close to experiencing what you may have gone through, so i apologise if anything in here is inaccurate. please tell me so i can change it asap! thank you

this is a safe space, don't hesitate to speak out if you need to rant or anything. please remember - you're all beautiful inside and out!!!!!!!!!! dont let anyone dull ur shine!!!!!

warnings: jaemin gives a backhanded compliment, insecurity

with the last click of the camera, you're welcoming more of the camera rather than your boyfriend into your hands, excited to see the product of your outfit today. it was a lucky draw, one that you didn't expect to match but did on a random scour through your wardrobe.

getting ready for the small photoshoot was fun as well, the boys helping you to set up the living room where they cheered you on. your boyfriend was the one to take the photos, skilled at the camera more than anyone in the team.

"just like that, (y/n)!"

"you look good!"

compliments were easily dropped as they all struggled to view the small screen of the camera, where jaemin worked his magic.

"they look great, jaem, thank you! now all we gotta do is... export them..." your smile was still plastered on your face as you remove the SD card, laptop at the ready beside you. by now, the others have scattered off to do their own thing after a high five or a pat to your head, but you don't exactly mind when this was their off-day.

"that outfit looks really good on you, honey," jaemin speaks from over your shoulder where you sat, looking over how the soft light falls over your skin in the pictures, a perfect visit from the setting sun at the right time.

"you think so?" you laugh, looking down at it, "it was honestly a random fit that i put together. a lucky find, if you will."

"yeah, i think if i wore it, everything would just look weird," jaemin laughs, planting a kiss on your forehead.

your eyebrows furrow at that, having heard it one too many times. your parents have brought it up; your friends, in a joke; even total strangers, who thought it was an actual compliment.

"what do you mean by that?"

"hm? oh no- just- you see how these patterns fill up so nicely on your arm? it would crease all over if i wore it. i'd probably just ruin the outfit." jaemin explains with a laugh, unsure of the strain in your voice. he realises his mistake a little too late a second later.

you're not one to rush uploads, but now you wished the photos would transfer faster so you could leave the room as soon as possible. it wasn't an option, though.

"so... d'ya mean my body's only good for filling in the creases in clothes? does it look worse in outfits that isn't this one?" your questions comes out quiet, not wanting the other members to catch on, but your boyfriend is already fumbling with his words that catches the attention of the others.

"no! no- that's not what i meant, love. i was talking about- just how-"

the crestfallen look you give to jaemin breaks his heart and he regrets everything after his initial compliment, hesitation showing in the way he lets you go to his room quietly. it's affected you that you don't even bother taking the laptop, grabbing only your phone to pass the time on.

hours pass and your outfit sticks to your skin uncomfortably, not even bothering to change out of the one thing you thought you could feel confident in. you're not sure whether you should cry, or scream, or stare aimlessly, having heard backhanded compliments like those all the time.

you're outfit's so cute, i could never wear that!

oh, that black suit looks stunning on you! it's great, since i heard it's a slimming colour.

you're so pretty for a plus sized person.

additions, unnecessary words always had to make their way out of people's mouths. why couldn't they just stop at pretty, stunning, cute? why couldn't they stop at one compliment without compensating for something else?

you learned it the hard way, through media and society that everyone is conditioned to equate fatness to being ugly, and you hate, hate it so much that you're so quick to talk yourself down when you see a cute outfit on a slimmer person.

because you know the tables would be switched once you're the one to wear it.

with a sigh, you peel off the outfit that you admired in the mirror a few hours ago, that you gently pat down next to the locket that jaemin gifted you. it was a nice touch - a heart next to your heart patterned top. it was next to the heart you wore on your sleeve too, not nervous once when you dropped your feelings to jaemin.

and with a tight hug, he returned your feelings too, already smelling like how you knew he'd smell like: coffee and vanilla.

a knock drives you out of the faint memory, door pried open gently by the man who'd captured your heart. he lingers at the doorway, clearly uncomfortable.

"look- i-" he gulps, "it was wrong. of me. to say that. i took it too far, and- and i should've just stopped after my first words. i just went on and on with phrases that were just worded so... badly that-"

"y'know, jaemin, you say 'just' a lot when you're nervous," you chuckle, fingers lingering on the belt of your pants. you remove them with ease with a shake to your legs, chucking them across the room as you navigate his place, picking out the sweater and pants you wore before.

standing there in your undergarments, it wasn't anything that jaemin hasn't seen before, but he never wanted something more than what you had now:

a body in its natural form, not covered by clothes. it had all the blemishes and all the imperfections, but it only reinforces jaemin's love for you; when he chose to love you, he chose to love all of you.

jaemin sighs, immediately engulfing you in an embrace that leaves you surprised.

"i'm so sorry. that was so shitty of me."

"thanks for apologising, jaemin. i'm glad you realised your mistake, but, i have to say... it wasn't that bad of a backhanded compliment. i think i've heard worse."

your lover pulls back questionably, "crap, really? i'm sorry they said those things."

jaemin's frown is endearing while he feels all the feelings, soaking in the way your expression turns solemn. you shake your head. "don't be sorry, you weren't the one who said those things."

"but still-"

"i think maybe it hurt more, because it came from you." shrugging, you pat his cheek which brings on a tiny smile. with a peck to the crown of your head, he lays his forehead to yours, cradling all of you into his arms. "i'll do better."

smiling, you lay one on his lips. "i know you will."

[i-write-boop-spoops]

N Harmonia Kissing Headcanons

Ah yes, my precious green-bean boi! Thanks anon!

I kind of treat the reader as someone separate from the pokemon MCs, so unfortunately no ferris wheels here

SFW but there is a bit about making out. Also it’s pretty freaking long

Enjoy!

The kind of kisses he likes to give

N doesn’t kiss you for the sake of it

Every time he gives you a kiss, it’s full of meaning

Just brimming with all his emotions and musings

Even in a chaste peck, you can feel it

Some of his favourite places to kiss you are

Your temple

Usually when you two are sitting next to each other

The sight of you just fills his heart with so much joy that he needs to let you know with his lips

Your hand

It’s a very tender, intimate, yet wholesome action

He likes to do it when you’re anxious or worried

Holding your hand while he presses a kiss to the back of it

And of course, your lips

Nothing soothes his soul more than pressing his mouth to yours

The kind of kisses he likes to receive

Honestly any kind of kiss!

He never imagined such a simple action could spark so much warmth and joy within a person

And now that he knows, he is eternally grateful for each and every one you give him

He loves receiving cheek and neck kisses in particular

They make him so flustered and red

The smooches on his neck especially

 But he still adores them

First kiss

He’s been developing feelings for you for a while now

At first he doesn’t know why he wants to be around you all the time

Sure you two are friends, and he likes hanging out with you

But this is different

He wants to touch your hands, hair and face all the time

And he can’t stop himself from looking at you

At your lips especially

It isn’t until you’re out together one day

Hiking in the woods

You’re telling him a funny story

And as you pass by a lovely-dovey couple

When he realises that

a. he has a huge crush on you

b. he really wants to kiss you asap

He stops dead in his tracks

His cheeks turn red

Obviously, you notice and you’re very concerned

So you ask what’s up

He’s silent for a moment, not quite sure how to respond

But he knows he’s gotta speak his truth

“I really like you and would like to kiss you, if you’d like that too”

It’s your turn to be silent

At first he thinks his committed another social faux-paus  

He’s never done anything like this before, maybe he went about it in the wrong way?

He’s about to apologise, tell you to forget he ever asked

But you crack into this big beautiful grin

Your eyes shining

“N, I really like you and would like to kiss you too”

He smiles so wide and turns to you

Taking your hands in his

And surrounded by the spoils of the wild

You share a tender, chaste kiss

Before you continue on your hike, hand in hand

First make-out

As implied in the previous section

N is certainly unfamiliar with intimacy and romance

So your first make-out together

Much like your first kiss together

Is his first make-out period

It happens one night at yours

You’ve set up a little fire pit in your garden

And invited him over to toast some (vegan) marshmellows and make s’mores

While you’re sitting next to him, after you’ve had your fill of crackers, chocolate and all that good stuff

He carefully takes your cheeks and leans in to kiss you

He doesn’t initiate too often, but you look so sublime in the light of the fire, that he just has to

The kiss is soft and sweet

You both taste like s’mores, so it’s a real treat

Usually your kisses are short

But there’s something in him that wants just a little more

And by arceus, are you ready to oblige him

You slowly take charge

He has no qualms, in fact he prefers it this way

You run your tongue across his bottom lip

Your hands lace into his hair

He puts his on your hips

And lets you in

He’s so embarrassed by the noises he makes

Soft little whimpers and such

He really, really likes how your tongue feels as it massages his

Afterwards, he feels a bit overwhelmed

It was a very soft make-out, so it’s not too much

He’s still a little dazed though

You were literally inside him

Sure, it was just your tongue in his mouth

But that’s more than he’s ever done with anyone in his life

So it’s a pretty big deal for him

And obviously, you understand

Hold his hand and smile at him

He just feels very lucky, y’know?

[jisungsmochi]

nct dream reaction - pissing you off

short little scenarios of you getting pissed off at the members and how they’d react

MARK:

tbh he wouldn’t even realise it was a proper argument until you raised your voice

he would be like 👁👄👁

he’s pretty clueless, so when he saw you storm off to your room he was like

“oh shit what did i do?”

would probably assume that you needed your space

so he’d brainstorm things to say once you were ready to talk to him again

would consider begging on his knees but didn’t want you to end up laughing at him or anything

he’d rethink over the situation and try and identify what he said/did

once you came out of your room, mark would be right infront of you

he barely gave you time to breathe before he blurts:

“i’m sorry that i was being an idiot before. i didn’t realise how insensitive i was”

you would almost forgive him in an instant i mean

he’s mark lee

but you would still explain to him how you felt, and mark would be all ears!

he’s definitely someone who wants to grow as a person

who learns from his mistakes

also never wants you to be mad at him, you were a bit scary hehe

RENJUN:

he can be a bit confrontational (i mean have you seen him rage at some of the members?)

so when he pisses you off, he would try and brushes it off as you being sensitive

but inside he knew he fucked up

depending on the situation, renjun would have a certain level of stubbornness

it prevented him from apologising first

he would try and speak to you like nothing happened the next day

but once you gave him to cold shoulder he was like

“oh no they didn’t”

is not the grovelling type but will definitely make his presence known to you

he would trail behind you throughout the apartment you shared

whether it be in the kitchen or in the living room, he needed you to look at him or atleast acknowledge he existed

eventually you were fed up with him always following you, so you snapped

once he heard the real reason you were upset, he immediately regretted it

quick to make it up to you tho

in any form of forgiveness you wanted!

this time it was in sweet treats from the local cafe

JENO:

he would rarely piss you off but in the case he does

he takes the situation really seriously

part of him wants to resolve it instantly

so he’d badger you until you snapped,

“i really don’t want you around me right now”

“but you need talk to me, we can’t be mad at eachother for long”

but honestly sometimes you just gotta work through things separately

so you distance yourself

he gets really worried, probably an over thinker

this leads him to slip into a phase of sadness himself

calls the older members to vent, wanting nothing more but to see you happy again

once you got over it, you’d see him curled up on his bed all weepy

“hey, i’m not mad anymore, we can talk it out”

he’d hold out his arms, begging you to hold him

you’d basically be the big spoon as you explain why you were upset with him

felt like an idiot after hearing it, opting to making it up to you by giving you plenty of kisses

HAECHAN:

could drive you insane sometimes

one day he takes one of his pranks too far and you just completely shut off from him

immediate silent treatment

ofc he doesn’t take it seriously, still trying to prank you / annoy you into talking to him again

but you stood your ground, the only words leaving your mouth were ‘leave me alone’

he knew he had to respect your space, but it didn’t stop him from feeling awful

he’d probably brainstorm ideas about how to get you to give him attention again

whether it was knocking on your door while cooing endearing pet names that you liked

or singing to you (he knew you loved whenever he sang hehe)

eventually you’d pull open the door and envelope him in a huge hug

“okay so now that we’ve made up, don’t tell the guys all this stuff i did for you okay? i’m gonna get teased!”

“uhhh too late, sent an audio message of you singing to me, to the group chat oops”

he would tackle you on the ground while pecking your cheeks

JAEMIN:

i see him getting mad at you for being mad at him

like he doesn't realise that he's being lowkey childish

he would let you have time to yourself, mainly also giving himself time to stop being mad at you lmao

he then realised that he may or may not have messed up

really doesn’t know if he should apologise asap or leave you be

the lovey dovey side of jaemin wants to cuddle you and kiss you and mumble apologises over and over

but right now he wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted

goes through a midlife crisis honestly

tries to talk to you a few times but you’d just mumble back to him or just shrug it off

he eventually was like, nope enough

barges into your room, walks right over to you and says

“i’m sorry okay? i’m really freaking sorry now please stop being sad, my heart aches”

you’d look up at him, softly pouting which only added to his guilt

but as soon as he stepped closer to you, and you saw how apologetic he was

you could hold up the act anymore

he engulfed you into a warm hug, mumbling

“my baby can’t be mad at me, right? you love me too much, and i love you even more”

would pepper you with kisses and stay by your side for the rest of the day

CHENLE:

doesn’t realise you’re actually pissed off

honestly thinks you’re just trying to be all petty

until you refuse a hug from him, that’s when he’s like ‘oh fuck’

chenle wasn’t overly affectionate with you, so when you denied his hug, he knew something was up

becomes a clueless baby

really doesn’t know how to get you to talk to him again

considers asking the other members for advice but he’s got trust issues with them lmao

he just waits it out, probably tries to google some advice oop

but you don’t stay too mad for long so when you see him again

he’s sitting on the couch, head in hands, softly scolding himself for making you mad

you just go up to him and attack him with a hug

you both have a long talk about what to do if the other person is mad

after you’d watch movies while cuddling hehe

JISUNG:

god deadass the others would have to spell out that you were mad at him

once you stormed out of the room during a group hang out, jisung shrugged it off

jeno: “uhh dude aren’t you going to ask if they’re okay?”

jisung: “wdym, they just went to the toilet?”

jaemin: “my god, do we have to tell you everything?”

he walked to his bedroom where you were seated on his bed

he was about to walk in before you rushed to close the door but he stopped it before you could

“you seem mad, are you okay?”

“no i’m not, jisung. i would like some space”

he goes back to the others, really worried at this point

he knew he needed to make sure you were good before he could even consider going on with the rest of the day

eventually the rest leave

he knocks on the door repeatedly, waiting for a response

you open the door slightly, hiding your face

“i-i’m sorry that i upset you, please talk to me, i can’t leave you sad” he pouts

you pull him into the room, burying yourself into his chest as he slowly hugged you back

“it’s okay, i just needed time to calm down, sung.”

you both sat on the bed together, going over the events that led to what made you mad

jisung appreciated how you explained it to him, he just liked the fact you were talking to him again :)

[btssaysstudy]

Cheap Sunglasses || jjk

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) x reader

Note: Inspired by cheap sunglasses by John K || do let me know if you liked it :)

Summary: Being a teaching assistant for college definitely has it monetary perks but who knew it had other perks in meeting a potential significant other.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury (not the reader), angst, jungkook being an annoying player at times, mentions of over-exhaustion from schoolwork

“Thanks y/n!” Mingyu grinned, reaching out for a fist bump. You laughed, returning the gesture. “No problem, just doing my job.” 

“I’ll treat you for a meal soon, you can count on it! I’ll see you around!” He gave you a quick side hug before leaving the lecture hall. You got up from your seat, packing your belongings to head off for lunch. 

“y/n! Could you help me compile the outline for the chapters to read for the semester?” Your professor approached you, handing you the list of chapters that class had to read. “Sure, when do you need it by?”

“Preferably by the end of this week? No rush! As long as it’s before midterms.”

“Okay, sure!” You glanced at the list, it was the same reading list as last semester, you just had to use your own outline for this semester. You smiled, thankful that nothing much changed with the syllabus so you had less work to do as a teaching assistant.

Your professor thanked you and left the hall. “You know, one definite perk of being a TA is tutoring hot students. Mingyu was definitely hitting on you.”

“No he’s not. We’re friends, I already met him for one of my classes last semester.”

“Mm, yea don’t believe you. Anyway, let’s hurry go, I’m starving.” Sooyoung rubbed her stomach and you grabbed your bag, leaving the hall with your friends. 

One definite perk, which was not what Sooyoung said, of being a TA was that you get paid and you definitely needed the money. It was tough to juggle being a TA at first and you weren’t sure if you were cut out for it, but 2 semesters later, you’ve been a TA every semester and it’s become a part of your schedule.

“Chan-mi!” A loud bright voice called out for other friend. The three of you stopped, turning around to find the boy who was dubbed as the “sunshine” of your college.

“Yes?” Chan-mi clearly unfazed by his loudness. Hoseok grinned, saying a brief hello to you and Sooyoung. “Our club manager just texted me that we have an upcoming gig. Just a little insider info for you, you’re on the performing team.”

Chan-mi nodded her head with a short laugh, “He texted me too actually.”

“What?! I thought i’ll be the good news bearer.” Hoseok pouted, his group approached him, patting him on the shoulder to rush him for lunch.

“I’ll see you at next practice then!” Chan-mi waved goodbye as he was being dragged away by his friends.

His friends. That group.

That group was popular and they knew it. They don’t seem to bask in it but they would slip some of the times — easily charming people to get what they need, having girls praying that they’ll become their girlfriends. It was no surprise that they have quite a list of girls they dated.

Despite the list,their reputation wasn’t that bad. They would make it clear to the girls they take out on dates — that they’re not looking to commit. You figured it was the least they could to do the poor girls who were pining for them, laying out the facts immediately.

“So what are we eating? I’m about to die any second.” Sooyoung grumbled once more.

—

“If you’d like to book my TA, I’ve sent you an email with a google sheet for you to find a slot. She’s a popular one so better book a slot asap if you need her help.” Your professor announced to the class, making you feel shy from her comment, your eyes glued to your screen as you felt the stares.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know that you were a popular TA. You did put in the effort to help others since you were being paid after all, so, you did deserve the credit.

Throughout class, you could do your own things since you didn’t need to pay attention to the lesson. Halfway through the class, you clicked on the google sheet link to see that your upcoming week has been almost fully booked.

‘maybe i need a pay raise’ you thought to yourself, opening your own calendar to update your own schedule. Your eyes landed on a particular name, shocked that he even bothered to book a slot. 

Jeon Jungkook.

You stopped yourself from whipping your head around to find him. He was part of that group and known to be the very athletic one. You guessed you stereotyped him to be those athletes that didn’t care about studies. You felt slightly uneasy, knowing his reputation in college and the girls.

‘It’s okay, it’s just one time slot.’

Once you noted the ones who booked a time slot with you the upcoming week, you contacted each of them to settle the venue & confirm the timing.

We can meet at my place :) - Jungkook

Yea, I’m not entirely comfortable going to a stranger’s place - y/n

Relax, it was a joke. How about near your place? So you don’t have to travel so much. - Jungkook

That works fine, there’s a cafe near mine. I’ll text you the address later. - y/n

Once class ended your two friends rushed to your seat. “So how’s your schedule Ms. Popular?”

“Really busy.”

“I saw the sheet, Jeon Jungkook booked a slot with you? Perks of being a TA is definitely helping cute students.” Sooyoung giggled like a little pre-teen girl.

“You don’t even need to be a TA to get cute guys, you have so many admirers.” Chan-mi made a very true remark.

“I’ll admit, you’re not wrong. But y/n’s snagging boys of a different league.”

“Stop idolising them like they’re gods.”

“They’re looks are god-like.” Sooyoung countered.

“You’re unbelievable.”

—

“Hey,” someone tapped your shoulder, taking out your earpiece to greet Jungkook. “Hey.”

He was dressed in a typical tired college student, in grey sweats and a black hoodie. Yet, you had to admit he looked cute in them.

“Sorry, did I make you wait long?”

“Oh no, I just came early to make sure we get a good spot. Not too near the rest of the customers.”

“I see you want a little privacy.” Jungkook grinned cheekily, clearly implying something else. You raised a questioning eyebrow at him, “Sorry, just kidding.” He quickly apologised, taking the seat opposite you.

“Anyway, we can just begin immediately. Do you have any questions?”

Jungkook nodded his head, taking out his laptop. “I do actually. Quite a long list if you don’t mind.”

“Well you have me for an hour. Go ahead.” 

Throughout the 2 hours, you realised you really stereotyped him a great amount. You assumed he barely paid attention in class but he did — he even had a list of questions to ask. You honestly enjoyed helping these type of people the most, those that made their own effort to help themselves. 

“You know,” Jungkook spoke, coming back from ordering his drink. “For the past hour and a half, I gotta admit, I stereotyped you to be a super uptight and socially awkward person. Then again, having to help tutor a lot of people would need social skills as well.” 

With a chuckle, you shrugged your shoulders, “I stereotyped you too, so I guess we’re both guilty.”

Curious, Jungkook rested his weight on his arms as he leaned closer to you, “Oh really? What did you stereotype me as then?” A playful smirk clearly threatening to appear on his lips. 

“A dumb jock.” You mischievously grinned back at him, his smile dropped, clearly not expecting that answer. It felt good to bruise that ego of his, even if it was just a split second. “Since I’m asking you to tutor me, I’m not gonna argue that.” He leaned back, regaining his composure and confidence.

You could feel his entire presence exuding with confidence, though he did have something to be confident about. In fact, he had a few things to be confident about - athletically gifted, popular and handsome. Anyone would call you a liar if you said you didn’t think he was handsome. 

“If you don’t have anymore questions, we can wrap this up now.”

Jungkook nodded his head, “Thanks for helping me. Appreciate it.” He reached out his hand, offering a handshake. “A handshake?”

“Are you afraid of a little physical contact?” He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you reached out to give him a firm shake. “Glad I could help you.” He gave you a cute bunny smile, grabbing his things and leaving you behind in the cafe. You stayed for a few more minutes before heading back to your place to prepare dinner for your guests.

Cooking always seemed to make time pass by quickly because before you even realised, your friends were spamming your doorbell, rushing you to let them in. “How was he?” Sooyoung questioned the moment she entered your house. 

“I had a good day thank you.” You sarcastically replied, grabbing a cup for them. “He was alright, he actually came prepared with questions.”

“That’s surprising. I honestly thought he booked a slot just to flirt with you.” Chan-mi commented as she helped you set up the dining table. “Come on, he wouldn’t waste his time on me.”

“Why not? You’re a great catch.” Sooyoung argued.

“Pretty sure I give off the vibe of “date to settle” and not “date for the fun”. So obviously, he won’t even bother.” 

“Mm, you do have a point for that.”

“Anyway, enough about my tutees, let’s just enjoy girls night.” You raised your shot glass of soju, Sooyoung grinned excitedly, “Cheers to us”

-

As every week’s slot was released in the online sheet, Jungkook was always one of the first few to book. You couldn’t help but be surprised every time you saw his name on the schedule. 

“So you picked up the sport by accident?” You clarified again as you took another sip. Jungkook nodded his head, leaning back into his chair. “Seokjin was the one who wanted to learn it, he dragged me to the trial class and the rest was history. He takes credit for it.” He laughed, a reminiscing look on his face.

“From your stories, you guys seem like brothers.” You watched an endearing smile creep onto his face, “They really do seem like it.”

His phone started vibrating and he checked the caller ID before sighing, silencing the call. You furrowed your eyebrows together, “What’s with that annoyed look?”

Jungkook shook his head, running his fingers through his hair, “Nothing much, just someone I went out with a week ago.”

“Trouble in paradise?” You joked.

“There’s no paradise. It was just a date, nothing more to it.” He nonchalantly dismissed it. You felt a bit offended of how casual he was treating their feelings. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to go out with them, you know? You’re just giving them false hope.”

Jungkook sat upright, “That’s not true. I clearly tell them that I don’t mind going out on a date but that’s nothing. Nothing more than a date out. So it’s on them for still going for it.”

You sighed, “But you already know these people are dating you and hoping that they’ll be the one who will change your mind about the idea of commitment.” Jungkook shrugged, “Maybe that’ll happen one day.”

Narrowing your eyes at the boy in front you, you wondered if that was what he had been secretly hoping for whenever he went out with these girls. “Do you want that to happen? Is that why you’re more than glad to go out on dates?”

He didn’t answer immediately, staring at you as if he was thinking of a reply. Clearing his throat he adjusted his sitting position, “I didn’t say that. I just said maybe it’ll happen.”

“Yea but are you hoping for it to happen?”

Jungkook casted a soft glare, “Okay enough about my love life. How about you? Aren’t you single as well?”

You leaned back, nodding your head, “Yea, what about it?”

“Well, why aren’t you attached?”

Pressing your lips into a thin line as you thought carefully of your answer. “Unlike you, I date to settle.” Jungkook jutted out his bottom lip, internalising your reply as he nodded his head in response. “Interesting. You’ll probably click well with Jimin.”

“Your friend Jimin?”

“Yea, he has the same thought as you. Always nagging at me about the same thing you just did.” Jungkook chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he recalled the countless times Jimin was talking about Jungkook’s active love life. 

“He’s right you know… Doesn’t it get lonely always meeting different people?”

There was a short pause in the conversation, Jungkook’s eyes shifting away, his gaze fixed on the table. “To be honest, yea. But at the same time it’s what keeps me from feeling lonely. Doesn’t make sense, I know.”

You smiled, “It’s cool, I kinda get it. But after our numerous study sessions together, I’m certain you deserve to be in a good relationship.”

Jungkook shrugged, “Thanks but I don’t think I’m cut out for it.”

Confused, you questioned for an explanation. Jungkook’s eyes wandered around as he thought of a response. The athlete randomly took out his pair of shades. “Are the shades part of your answer or something?”

“It’s cheap.”

“Okay?” Your response sounded for confused, wondering if he was trying to change the topic. If he was, it was a very weird way.

“I buy the cheap ones because I know i’m going to lose them sooner or later. Can’t keep the good ones. That’s how I feel about my love life. Sometimes it feels like I can’t have nice things.”

“Man.” You breathed out, leaning back into your seat. “That’s a great analogy and all but don’t be so bleak. Between the two of us? You’re probably going to be first one who gets into a solid relationship.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Thanks for the faith TA. Do you have the same amount of faith in me for this module?”

You pursed your lips jokingly, “I think you’ll need more consultations for the same level of faith.” Breaking into a chuckle right after and so did Jungkook.

The popular athlete reached out his tattooed hand once again, for a handshake. By then, you were used to this gesture, chuckling as you reached across the table to shake his hands. “Tell you what, let’s take a pause on tutoring. You should meet the rest.”

“The rest as in your group?”

“Yea,” He stood up, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and stuffed his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets. You liked his laid-back look, he always wore that similar style whenever he was meeting you and you assumed it was to get comfortable enough to study. 

“Are you going to keep staring at me?” Jungkook smirked. You rolled your eyes, standing up to get your bag. “Come on, don’t be so mean to me.” He playfully pouted and he looked cute. You felt yourself feel shy just from that, “I am not.”

“Yes you are, you always mock me or insult me. Where’s my compliment?”

You pursed your lips, bringing your finger to your lips as you pretended to ponder. “You’re doing well with this class.” 

Unsatisfied, he grumbled, “That’s not a compliment.”

“Of course it is.” You grinned cheekily at him, patting his shoulders. “But alright, you look cute in sweats.” Even though you clearly sounded nonchalant, your heart was racing from admitting that and you hoped that your face wasn’t getting hot. You kept your composure, and made the first move to leave the cafe. 

You realised that you didn’t know where you were going to meet his friends, “Oh yea, where are we going?” You turned around to see Jungkook still standing in place. He cleared his throat and adjust his bag strap. “R-Right, just follow me.”

You didn’t want to tease him further but you clearly saw a pink hue on his cheeks. “Cute.” You muttered to yourself as he led the way.

—

“You want a snack? My treat, for all the tutoring you’ve been giving me.” 

“Jungkook, you don’t have to—“

“Okay I’ll get you your usual.” He winked at you before heading off to the counter. You smiled to yourself, watching his figure walk away. You continued on your own work as you waited for him to come back. 

Jungkook happily came back as if he won a prize. “Guess who just got free cake? We did!” Jungkook cheered, pushing his stuff aside to make way for the food. “Free cake? Why?”

“So the lady who we always see here apparently owns this place. She’s at the counter today and she randomly gave me this cake for us to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

Confused, you looked at your calendar. “Oh, it’s Valentine’s Day.” “yea it is, didn’t you know?” “Clearly didn’t.” You shrugged, “But you should’ve told her we’re not together. I feel bad for the free cake.”

“No no, you should feel flattered she called us a cute couple. It means you’re cute.” Jungkook’s body froze for a moment realizing what he had just said. You laughed, “Yea right. Good joke, kook.” 

Jungkook frowned, “I’m not joking. I think you’re cute.”

You pointed your pen in his direction, “You know, when I was young I heard that cute meant adorable but ugly.”

“That’s obviously not what I mean. You’re not ugly, that’s for sure.” Jungkook argued without hesitation. You felt flustered this time, retracting your pen. “T-Thanks, I guess.”

The two of you not only spend weekly 2h sessions together, but also became “study buddies”. Jungkook was unsurprisingly super concentrated whenever he started studying. You realised it was his character to always give it his all even if it was something he wasn’t too fond of — like studying. You also noticed his eyebrows would furrow as he tried to comprehend the materials, or sigh and scold himself whenever he found himself stuck. 

He had a lot of endearing habits while studying, you couldn’t help but smile every time you noticed it. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, why aren’t you on a date today?”

“Because we arranged a study session today.” Jungkook answered as if it was so obvious. 

“It’s just one day of not studying, you could’ve just told me. Plus, I’m sure many girls were hinting you to ask them out.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” He smugly answered and it made you feel a tinge of jealousy that Jungkook saw these girls as “date potential” while you were just his “study buddy”. “Tone down your ego—“

“But I’d rather study with you than go out on a date.”

You found yourself speechless, not knowing how you should be replying to that. Sensing that you were lost for words, Jungkook smiled, “Did I just take your breath away?”

“Shut up.” You snapped out of it, throwing your pen at him.

—

Hey y/n! Sorry i’ll be a bit late later, at the clinic so it might take a while before I’m let off! - jk

Are you sick? We can just reschedule! - y/n

No no! Just sprained my ankle during practice, that’s all! - jk

that’s all?! you’re not traveling today. what’s ur address? i can go over instead - y/n

You bit your lip, wondering if you were overstepping by insisting that and quickly sent another text.

if you’re alright w that of course - y/n

sure i just didn’t want to suggest it in case you weren’t, i’ll text u my address in a bit! - jk

On your way to his place, you felt nervous but you shrugged it off, blaming it on your usual ‘first house visit jitters’ — just like any other time you visited a place for the first time. Or so you told yourself. You ignored that feeling as you rang the doorbell, waiting for the injured athlete to answer the door.

“Hey.” Jungkook greeted you with a smile. You took a good look at his casted ankle, his weight resting on his crutch. A wince crept on your face, “Ouch, looks bad.” 

“Thank you for asking, I feel fine.” 

You stepped in, eyes taking your time to wander around his place. It was cozy, not cluttered as you had assumed. Jungkook pointed to the table placed by the window, well-lit for a good place to study or to wind down and have a meal. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. Didn’t have much time to tidy up the place before you came.”

“It’s alright, looks neat to me.” Your eyes glanced back down to his ankle, “Are you sure you want to have this session today? I feel like you should be resting—“

“You’re already here. I can take a little revision. Don’t underestimate me.” He teased, gently shoving your shoulder. With a light laugh, you nodded and sat down at the table. You watched Jungkook as he tried to find a comfortable position for himself, especially with his injury. Dropping his crutch on the floor, he settled down quickly to begin the session.

“So how do I know which case to use?” 

“It depends on the scenario prof sets for finals. Just a tip, prof loves answers that argues both sides. So, it’s best if you argue with both cases but conclude with which is more relevant or stronger for the scenario.”

Jungkook nodded his head, his bottom lip jutted out once again as he took down your response in his notes. “Thanks, I’m glad I started consultations with you since the beginning of the semester. I would be drowning will all these laws and cases if I didn’t.”

“I’m sure you would’ve managed fine. Your friends are managing well too. Jimin’s pretty good with this module.” You made an off-handed comment about Jimin as you started to pack up your belongings. You failed to catch the slight furrow in his eyebrows and that irritated twitch in the corner of his lip at the mention of Jimin. He knew you two would match well, which he should be happy for Jimin, but instead, he felt annoyed that Jimin was having consultations with you.

He couldn’t help but ask, “He meets you too?”

“Oh yea,” You nodded, your eyes still not meeting his as you scrolled through your schedule, “He meets me lesser than you though, just once a week.”

Just once a week. He repeated your reply. That was enough to get close to you. Hell, he meets you three times a week almost every week. One would question if he really needed that many consultations a week. Jungkook would argue against that, defending that he needed it. But deep down inside, he knew he was lying. 

You thought the same. Chan-mi and Sooyoung would make remarks on why Jungkook needed three sessions a week, hinting that he just wanted to find excuses to meet you. You would deny it every time, saying that he would always come prepared for each session with questions, proving that he really took those sessions seriously. But just like Jungkook, you too had a feeling that it wasn’t true. 

“Anyway, hope your ankle gets better soon. I better give you time to rest.” You checked the time on your phone. Jungkook did the same time, quick to respond, “Do you want to stay for dinner? I’m going to be ordering delivery anyway. You know... With my ankle. You could have dinner before you leave.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to be casual about it. Jungkook wasn’t sure what was making him particularly nervous to suggest that. He normally wasn’t nervous with his dates. Why was he nervous around you when it was not even a date to begin with?

You contemplated, imagining your schedule in your mind. The pause made him grow nervous, “You don’t have to—“

“I’m down for dinner. My schedule’s not too busy tonight.” You smiled, settling your bag down back on the chair. Jungkook returned an eager grin. “My treat. For coming all the way here to tutor me.”

“Enough with the treats—“

“No negotiations on this one. I really owe you for traveling here, especially on such a last minute notice.” Jungkook shook his head, scrolling through the list of possible food options.

“Alright, thanks kook.” 

That nickname made his lips tug upwards as he tried to fight the smile. “No problem. What do you want to have?”

—

Dinner didn’t take long to arrive, you helped him collect the delivery and set it out on the coffee table. Jungkook had convinced you to watch a movie with him while waiting for dinner. Sinking yourself back onto the couch, the two of you happily enjoyed dinner while watching the movie he had chosen. 

“That’s cute.” You commented as the credits rolled. The movie was a short light one and it helped the both of you de-stress from the upcoming finals season. You really needed that self-care. 

“Thanks for the dinner and movie. I honestly needed it. Haven’t had much time to wind down lately.” 

“Too busy with your consultations?” 

You nodded your head, letting out a long sigh. “Yea, don’t get me wrong. It’s rewarding helping others, especially with the pay. But it’s just during this killer period that makes me regret it.”

Jungkook frowned, sitting upright, “I’m sorry I keep booking you.”

You chuckled, “Don’t be sorry. That is my job anyway. Plus, you’re always prepared for the sessions. I hate sessions when they don’t even know why they booked it. Drives me mad.”

Jungkook hummed, agreeing with you. “That must suck.”

“Yea,” your eyes trailed back down to his ankle once again. “What happened with your ankle anyway?”

“Training today. It’s been tough as well for me. Coach has been increasing the intensity and we don’t really get enough rest with studies as well. I wasn’t in the greatest condition today so I slipped.” 

“Yikes. Hope it heals fast though.” You smiled cheekily, “Do I get to sign it?”

Jungkook laughed, “That’s so childish. No one signs casts anymore.”

“Please? I’ve never done it before!” You pouted, doing your best to convince him to let you vandalize his cast. You didn’t need to do much to convince him, he was willing to give in pretty much from the first time you brought it up. “A-Alright. Just don’t draw a dick or something.”

You hummed, feigning consideration. “I wasn’t planning to but now that you mentioned it...”

He glared, grabbing his throw pillow to toss it at your face. “Don’t you dare.”

“I was kidding.” You laughed, rushing to the table to grab a pen, sitting back down close to him to draw on his cast. 

Don’t flunk my module.

“Done!” You added an “A+” next to it, willing yourself to not draw a heart which you almost did. You pulled away from the cast, looking at your work proudly. Jungkook snorted, “Don’t flunk my module? I won’t. Definitely not after all our sessions together.”

“You better.” You turned to look at him, suddenly aware of how close your faces were next to each other. You watched his gaze drop to your lips before flickering up to meet yours, “May I...?”

You nodded slightly, overcome by the adrenaline and fluttery feeling that was consuming you. You both leaned in, gently kissing each other, making sure you don’t put so much weight against him to avoid hurting his injury. Jungkook’s hand found your waist as he pulled you in, the other cupping your cheek. With your arms snaking around his neck, you both deepened the kiss.

Something in you snapped and made you pull away abruptly. “I-I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.” You quickly got up to take your belongings.

“W-Wait, what do you mean—“ Jungkook called after you, struggling to get up fast with his crutch.

“You’re just going to end whatever we’ll have if we try. We’re looking for different things remember?” You rubbed the nape of your neck, “L-Look, could we just pretend this didn’t happen? I don’t want anything to be awkward between us.”

“W-Wait but...” Jungkook sighed, noting how resolute you were with your suggestion. “If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks Jungkook... Anyway, I should probably go. Get well soon.” You shifted your bag on your shoulder and sent yourself out the door.

After that incident, your schedule you had planned went down the drain. Your brain was foggy and your focus out the window the entire night as you kept thinking about that kiss. How it felt and how happy you felt. But you also reminded yourself that Jungkook was not looking to settle and you didn’t want to put yourself through that. 

You just hoped things would be the same after that day.

—

I’m guessing the usual cafe? :) - jk

Where else would we go? - y/n

Maybe my place? - jk

Good try - y/n

Worth a shot - jk

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself every time you conversed with him. Your usual 2h slot with him would drag on if you didn’t have anything that day. It wouldn’t drag on because of questions, you two would just be talking and enjoying each other’s presence. Ever since you met his friends, you met him more outside your 2h slot with him. Though, it was always off-campus. 

The incident at his place was as if it didn’t even happen. As if it was just a wet dream of Jungkook. You were thankful he stuck to the agreement and acted as if nothing happened. However, a part of you felt that it was the wrong move. 

You look great today btw - jk

But that doesn’t mean you look bad on other days - jk

Just extra great today - jk

Feeling that familiar fluttery feeling in your heart, you chose to ignore the message, promptly closing your chat. You reminded yourself about their reputation with relationships, they weren’t into a serious commitment. You didn’t want to waste your own time either. For some reason you could feel someone staring at you and you could bet anyone 10 bucks that it was Jungkook. 

After that moment, class went by fast and it was finally time for lunch. “Y/n! Do you want to grab lunch sometime this week? I promised I’ll be treating.” Mingyu flashed a very charming smile that made you smile back automatically. Behind him was Sooyoung and Chan-mi approaching you. 

“You really don’t have to treat me, I’m just doing my job—“

“I insist, yn. I still owe you for carrying me on your back last semester for the other class.” He chuckled. “Come on, you pulled your own weight.” You shook your head with a laugh. You glanced at your two friends who were patiently waiting for you and possibly eagerly eavesdropping. Just as you were about to turn away, Jungkook’s group walked behind them.

You could’ve sworn that you made eye contact when you gave him a smile to which he coldly ignored, looking away and leaving the hall with his friends.

“We can go for lunch but you’re not treating me.”

Mingyu reached out to pat your shoulder, “We’ll see! I’ll get you again soon!” He winked at you and headed off. Your two giddy best friends reached out to pull you along with them. “Is that a date?”

“N-No it’s not!”

“Why are you stuttering?” Chan-mi teased, poking your sides. You took a few steps in front of them, turning around to face them as you walked backwards. “I swear it’s not a date. We’re just friends.”

“Alright, alright, now walk properly before you hurt yourself Miss-I-have-a-date-with-Mingyu.” Sooyoung turned you around by your shoulders. Just as she strongly whipped you around, your eyes met with Jungkook’s.

Your mouth opened to say hi but nothing happened when he once again, looked away, not acknowledging your presence. “Hey y/n!” Jimin happily greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Thanks for tutoring me yesterday.”

“No problem, just doing my job.” You grinned at him but your thoughts still on Jungkook ignoring you.

Jimin chuckled, ruffling your hair, “You’re cute when you’re humble. Anyway, see you around!” You said bye to the others, noting that Jungkook didn’t say a single word to you. It was as if you weren’t right in front of you and you felt offended.

“Did something happen between you and Jungkook?” 

“No, nothing happened.” You denied as the memory of the kiss flashed in your mind.

“Are you sure?” Chan-mi questioned and you sighed. “Sorry, can we not talk about him? Let’s just have lunch.”

You didn’t notice your two friends sharing a look before collectively agreeing to drop the topic.

—

“Hey.”

“You’re late.” You commented, staring at your screen as you continued your assignment. “Yea sorry, I was on a date with someone and it kinda over ran.”

Oh. A date with someone. “O-Oh, how did it go?”

“Pretty well.” Jungkook took a sit, taking out his laptop, ready to fire his questions. “That’s good!” you sounded happy for him. You weren’t sure if your eyes were just trying to make you feel better but it was as if Jungkook seemed disappointed with your reply, as if he was hoping for a different reaction. 

“Yea... Anyway, I don’t have much questions today so it should be a fast one. If you want, we could go get an early dinner?”

“I don’t think I can... I have quite a lot of things to do today.” 

“Oh... That’s cool.”

Moving on from the topic, you two went through the questions he had smoothly though there was something nagging at the back of your mind. Why was he so cold towards you that day? Why is he acting as if he wasn’t being such a dick towards you that day? 

“You good?”

“Hmm?” You glanced up to see genuine concerned eyes that made your heart flutter once again. “Y-Yea I’m good.”

“You sure? You seem quite out of it today. Are you unwell? Is something bothering you?”

You shook your head, getting frustrated. “Why were you ignoring me today in school?”

“W-What?” Jungkook pulled away, taken aback by your question. You sighed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I was just having a bad morning.”

“A bad morning.” You scoffed, “Right, so a bad morning would make you ignore my entire presence. I’ll take mental note of that.” Jungkook himself got annoyed, crossing his arms as he countered, “You didn’t seem to care about anyone else either when you were chatting up with Mingyu. Didn’t think my moody morning would even be noticed by you.”

You blinked a couple times, processing what he had just said. “W-What? I was just talking with him. Why are you even bringing this up?”

He didn’t answer this time, sighing as he packed his laptop in his bag. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Jungkook got up and so did you. “You can’t do this? Are you jealous or something?”

“What? Of course not.” Jungkook frustratedly ruffled his hair. Not wanting to cause a scene at the cafe, you took your own stuff, chuckling dryly to yourself. “Well, you need to sort out whatever shit’s going on with you. I’m not here to guess how you’re feeling.”

“You’re not here to guess?” Jungkook whisper-yelled. “You were the one who suggested to ignore what happened. I’m here trying to keep my shit together because of that.”

“Jungkook, look. Let’s not talk about it here. Can we just drop it please?” ”Whatever.”

You walked away, not looking back to see Jungkook’s regretful look on his face.

—

Jungkook didn’t contact you after that day and you didn’t want to contact him either. Jimin, on the other hand, was trying to find out what happened between the two of you. 

“He always shuts the conversation down the moment one of us brings you up.” 

You sighed, “Nothing serious happened.”

“If that’s true, you guys wouldn’t be ignoring each other like the plague again. I had to lie to him about where I am today.”

A part of you, admittedly, would want Jungkook to reach out to you to just come clean about snapping at you the other day. You couldn’t understand how he could go on a date and then get pissed that you were talking to Mingyu. 

“You shouldn’t have lied to him.”

“It’s nothing.” Jimin shook his head, “What really happened between you two?”

Defeated, you told Jimin what happened that day at the cafe. “You two are just plain stupid. That poor boy likes you. You like him. Case solved.”

“If that’s true, he wouldn’t have gone on a date right before meeting me.”

“Yes, I agree that part’s fucked up. He just sucks at admitting his feelings to himself. Don’t worry, I’ll sort him out for you.” Jimin draped his arms around your shoulder, “you can count on me to give him a good nagging.”

“Thanks Jimin but you don’t have to do that—“

“Jimin? Y/N?”

The two of you turned around, Jimin immediately retracting his arm when you saw Jungkook standing right behind you. “Oh Kook!”

“I thought you said you’re meeting your Tinder date.”

“R-Right about that—“

“No, forget it, it’s clear who’s your Tinder date. Enjoy.” Jungkook shut him down and walked pass the both of you. Jimin sighed, “Looks like it’s time for me to fix this mess.”

“I think he’ll beat you up if you go after him. I’ll talk to him. You’re right, we need to talk.” Jimin gave you an encouraging smile, patting your shoulders, “Good luck.”

You needed that.

You hurriedly followed after him, calling out to him to stop and wait for you. It wasn’t that hard to catch up to him with his injury as well. 

Jungkook looked hurt and cold, as if he was building up his wall against you. “We weren’t on a date. Jimin didn’t want to tell you that he’s meeting me because apparently you get pissed every time you hear my name. I swear.”

“You don’t need to explain anything—“

“Yea of course I don’t, because I should just leave it to you to make wild assumptions every time some shit happens. I don’t get it. One moment, I think you may like me and the next moment you’re out on a date with someone else. Just tell me what is it and we can stop having this misunderstanding.”

Jungkook ruffled his hair, looking around the campus. “Can we talk somewhere else? And not here in public?”

You gestured with your hands, asking him to lead the way. Jungkook led you to a more secluded area, not too far away from where you bumped into him. You both couldn’t take walking together without clearing things up. 

Jungkook didn’t waste any time, immediately diving straight into it. “I do like you. Hell, there’s nothing to even doubt especially after that night. I wanted to kiss you for so long. I never admitted that to myself until that very moment. But then you said you wanted to drop everything and I thought it was just in the heat of the moment for you so I agreed. I rather be friends than back to strangers.” Jungkook breathed, taking a short pause, “But then I see you with Mingyu, with Jimin, and I know these men are your type. The ones that settle down with the right partner. The ones that don’t go on many dates. But that’s been me. So i figured you regretted it when you said that i didn’t want the same things you wanted. But fuck, i want to settle down with you. Take things slow, see where the future takes us. Three sessions with you was over the top for my studies but I did it because I love our time together. I love studying with you, going off topic and talking about other things. I love teasing you just to see your reaction because it makes me smile. I love it when you tease me back just to annoy me. You annoy me but I love it.” He sighed, looking at the floor before meeting your watery eyes.

“But I know I’m not the type of guy you’re looking for. You made it clear yourself that night when you asked to drop it. So there. That’s why I went on that date before meeting you. Because I was so nervous about seeing your face, I needed to get my mind off of you. I admit, I’m sorry for doing that because that just further proves your point about me.” He trailed off, as the realization sinks in of how he had just fucked up his own chances of being with you.

You didn’t bother interrupting him at all, your heart pounding loudly against your chest as you took in every single word he said. Your brain and heart having a civil war with each other. Not knowing what should your next move be. 

“I’m guessing silence means I’m right.” He spoke after receiving no response from you. “I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself.” He gave a pained smile as he headed off back to his place.

Your knees felt weak as you leaned back against the wall that was hiding the both of you from the others. Your hand brought up to your heart. 

What were you going to do?

With a heavy heart, you made your way back to your place. As you settled your dinner, you aimlessly browsed through the shows on Netflix as Your mind was busy thinking about Jungkook’s confession. 

Why didn’t you go after him? Why didn’t you say anything? Were you scared that it was all words? Were you scared of ruining the friendship you two had established? What was stopping you from doing what you wanted?

You knew you couldn’t leave things there. You had to do something before you regret. You liked Jungkook. A lot. You were willing to take the risk with him. Just as he was as willing to prove to you that he’s serious. 

You reached out for your phone and key, making your way out the door and to where you needed to be.

Once you had arrived, you were knocking on the door profusely, “Jungkook!” You called out.

The door opened, “W-What are you doing here—“

“I like you too. You’re wrong. I don’t regret that night. I regret saying that we should forget about it. Because i couldn’t. I didn’t. I thought about it everyday. I’m willing to take things slow with you if you’re willing. I don’t want to regret this as well.”

The smile on his face grew as you admitted your own feelings to him, Jungkook pulling you in with his free hand as the other still held on to his clutch.

“I mean it as well. I have zero intentions to play around with you. I’m serious and I’ll prove it. I’m not going to lose you, you’re not cheap sunglasses to me.”

“I trust you.” You said with a laugh, recalling his metaphor as his grin only grew wider. “You just made me a really happy man.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell with that wide grin on your face.”

“You’re annoying.” Jungkook said with no malice in his tone as he leaned in for a kiss. Both of you had been wanting to do that again ever since that incident. Your leg kicking the door shut as you pulled yourself closer to him. 

“I could get used to this.” You smiled as you pulled away. 

“Well, you should. I’m going to be kissing you for a long time.”

[steven-with-a-vee]

Below the cut is a  2709 word Hurtfic with considerable whump involving injured Steven Grant and a gender neutral reader (YOU) TW : Bl**d, Violence (Referred to), 

“Steven, look at me. Steven, look at me now. Steven...Please.”

“Marc, I gotta do this man, they can't get away with it.”

“Steven, let me handle this.”

“No. It's not right.”

“Steven. STEVEN!”

'Bedoop!'

 You glanced in the direction of your phone as you chewed half-heartedly on the tip of your fingernail as you watched yet another repeat of some American hospital drama you'd seen at least twice.

'Bedoop!'

 Picking it up and checking it was a Whatsapp message, from Marc.

You knew he was back in the country, but always waited for him to contact you before you made contact. His job, and his role as the hand of Khonshu (yep, that part still blew your mind) made life dangerous and he didn't want you involved in that.

 You tapped on the message to read it and immediately felt a strange jerk in your stomach behind your navel.

'Call me'- 11.22pm.

'PLEASE' 11.22pm.

 You immediately clicked on your contacts short-cut and pulled up Marc's number. Your hands becoming uncomfortably clammy as you waited for him to pick up.

 A small infinity later, the rings paused and you heard a heavy, ragged breath answer.

“Marc?”

“Hey baby...” he grunted.

Oh God, was that pain in his voice?

“Marc, what's going on?” You asked with apprehension.

“Babe, you need to...do as I ask and not ask...any questions, okay? There's....There's no time...You need to get over to Steven's place...and take care of him.”

 Your eyebrows met as your brow furrowed in confusion. Take care of Steven?

“Marc, I..I don't understand?”

“No questions. Steven's place. I'll...I'll leave the door unlocked.”

“Okay, Okay!” You nodded, getting up and pulling on a hoody. “I'll be there asap.”

You booked an Uber to get you to Steven's place the second you had hung up.

This made no sense.  Why had Marc asked you to check on Steven?

 Marc, was in pain. But he needed you to check on Steven?

It made no sense. They shared the body, surely if Marc was in pain, he needed your attention as well as Steven, where the hell was he going? Was he unable to hold on and Steven wanted to front?

 You had learned about Marc not long after you had met Steven when he made an appearance after coming back from the toilet on your date at Convent Garden.

 Steven had took you there to watch the Freemasons head into their meetings while you dined and  with obvious excitement, telling you all about the ancient society and it's presumed beginnings and modern observances of old practices that dated back to an ancient time. But by the time he had come back from the bathroom, he was sporting an American accent, and seemed to move with a fluidity that Steven, as much as you loved him, could not replicate in a hundred years.

 He introduced himself as Marc and said that he was part of Steven, and that Steven and he shared the body.

Thankfully, you had some idea of DID from your psychology A level you did at college and accepted that Marc, was going to finish off your date with Steven.

 It was strange, of course it was, being met with roses by a nervous Steven at the tube station and being pecked on the lips by a far too smooth Marc at the end of the evening at the taxi rank, but the next day, when Steven called to apologise for not being there the entire date, he asked if it was going to be an issue. Marc sharing you with him ('because if it is, I really understand, I mean it's weird, right? Its weird,' he had muttered quickly after).

 You told him that it had been a lovely night, and that you would like to see how things go.

That was 6 months ago, and now you, Steven and Marc were dating-- and occasionally an ancient, unseen Egyptian Deity granted them a special suit to fight in.-- yep, that...was gonna take some getting used to still.

 The whole Uber ride there, which was only a matter of 20 minutes across London seemed to be a chain of red lights and hold ups as you waited to find out Steven's situation.

 Hopping out of the cab, you dashed through the gate that led to the communal door for Steven's apartment building, and letting yourself in with the key, you dashed up the stairs and pushed his front door open. Hoping Marc had held on long enough to tell you what was going on.

 Your eyes quickly scanned the tidy apartment space that Steven kept, looking for him.

A familiar heap of grey and white clothes was thrown onto the couch unceremoniously. But it wasn't laundry.

 It was Steven.

Laid back as if he had just crashed on there, his clothing stained with God knows what, blood and dirt.

You quickly closed the door behind you and dashed over, dropping to your knees beside him.

 Your fingers finding his face as you traced from the temple which was cut open with a laceration,  down to the corner of his lip that had been bleeding and had formed a thick dark clot.

 He was unconscious by the looks of it, or maybe sleeping, it was hard to tell, but he'd been beaten up. Badly.

 How? How was this even possible?

You'd seen Steven in the suit getting the shit beaten out of him, taking on an entire car to the shoulder and watching the car crumple with him standing just moments later, shaking it off as if it had been a rugby tackle.

“St-Steven?” you whispered quietly, trying to get him to rouse, to speak to you. “Steven, my love?”

 But he remained there, his lips held in a loose pout, his eyes closed, blackened and swollen.

“God, Steven.” you almost whimpered and resting your head against his chest, you closed your eyes, hoping to God this wasn't something worse.

Gathering yourself, you stood up, looking for a tea towel to make a improvised ice pack with, or something to wipe up the blood. Calling 999 was not an option. Anything that involved authorities was not an option.

 It was then you saw a piece of paper on the dining table, written on the back of an overdue library fine letter, in Marc's messy handwriting with your name at the top.

 Picking it up, you eyes quickly moved over the page.

“Steven did something stupid tonight, and I let him. I'm sorry. He saw a woman getting attacked at the tube station on Tottenham court road and wouldn't let me deal with it. He still doesn't know how the suit works, and couldn't summon it without Khonshu's approval. I managed to get control back, but he's bruised up pretty bad.

 He will heal over night, Khonshu doesn't like us being out of action for long. Take care of him for me, please.  Marc.”

 Putting the letter down, you looked over at Steven again, your heart sinking at the sight of him so hurt.

“Oh Steven,” you murmured, moving back over to sit next to him again, taking his hand and cradling it, the knuckles red, skinned and bloody. The usually perfectly clean nails red and filthy.

 You rested the fist,  that had been clenched with Khonshu's might so often, against your lips and pressed soft kisses to it, trying to heal some of the damage with sheer determination. But you knew you needed to do something much more proactive.

“Steven, darling, I'll be right back, alright?”

Grabbing a bowl from the kitchen, some warm water, a little bit of TCP from the bathroom cabinet and a flannel, you knelt beside Steven to gently clean him up.

 You started by brushing the dried blood from the side of his face. He had such beautiful skin. The softest sand on the warmest beach couldn't do it justice and whenever Steven smiled, it was like the first time you had ever seen the sun.

 Seeing it bruised, scraped. It was heartbreaking.

Steven was the gentlest man you had ever known. Apologised for being in the path of a Bee (after doing the initial panicked dance), excused himself when he sneezed, and once ran into the path of a London bus to rescue a pigeon that had been dazed by colliding with another pigeon. When you learned that he and Marc were actually vigilantes at night, you couldn't believe your ears. Or your eyes, the first time you saw Steven in the suit, punching the ever loving crap out of someone who had been trafficking girls.

 Seeing him like this, was awful.

Running the corner of the flannel around his lip, you chipped away at some of the dried blood, and wiped away the excess.

 His lip twitched, and his chest and stomach rolled as he began to regain consciousness.

“Steven? Steven darling?” you murmur, moving your hand to hold his.

 His eyes rolled slightly under the thin, puffy lids and then opened. Brown, warm, and looking unfocused.

“Steven?” you asked again, softer this time.

 He focused on you, and for a moment, he was trying to regain his bearings. You weren't yet sure if you were speaking to Marc or Steven.

 His lips parted slightly, saying your name faintly as he recognised you.

“Steven...” you smiled back, happy that he was back with you in this lonely little flat.

 His eyes closed again and seemed to roll up, as if he were either switching, or perhaps falling back into unconsciousness.

“Steven, look at me, you're okay. You're safe. I'm here.”

 His eyes opened again and creased with concern now, filling with tears that looked like pain and then and met yours and the faint smile that flitted across his lips told you, that he was glad you were there.

His hand moved to touch your chin, and you supported it with your own, bringing it in close and cradling it to your cheek.

“You're a sight for sore eyes, aren't ya?” he croaks with a crooked smile.

You smile, your heart trembling with love for this man, he tried to move, to allow you some room to sit on the couch, before giving a soft wail and flexing inward, trying to hold his stomach in, breathing shallowly in his gut.

 You supported his side, pressing your hand to it firmly.

“Try not to move. I think you've probably busted a rib or something.”

“Oh Shit...Oh Shit, oh, I don't like that, that doesn't feel right.” he murmured, his voice quavering in panic.

His eyes moved around the surroundings, further processing and understanding where he was and then, ever perceptive, he asked in a broken voice. “Wait a minute, How did you--?”

“Marc left the door unlocked, told me to get over here and check on you.” You said quickly as his eyes wandered around, no doubt trying to find a reflection to check in on Marc. “He said, you were a bit silly.”

 His eyes moved back. to you, the purple hued skin around them wrinkling in discomfort.

Silly perhaps wasn't the right word.

“Nothing silly about stopping someone laying into someone.” he murmured a note of defence in his voice. “'Specially a grown man taking on a young girl.”

“Why didn't you let Marc take it?”

“'Cos it wasn't his fight, love.” he explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “He's always taking the punches.”

 His eyes moved to the television that was off.

“It's nothing to do with 'being the hero' Marc. It's about doing what's right, innit?” he began, starting to sit up.

“Steven, stay down. Marc, “ You began, turning to face the TV, as you had learned to do when addressing the other alter. “Leave him be. He doesn't need this right now.”

 Steven lay back down obediently, hissing slightly as he did and gritting his teeth, the unshed tear dribbling over the swollen rim of his right eye and onto his cheek.

“Steven, I know you wanted to do the right thing, and I'm proud of you darling.” you whispered as you caressed the tear away with your thumb. “But you can't fight without the suit.”

 Steven looked pained, and you knew it was nothing to do with his injuries. It hurt, and you tried to quickly rectify it.

“You're smart, smarter than anyone I've ever met, and you're really good at solving puzzles, and riddles, and doing codebreakers and stuff. But Marc has trained for this in the military. So next time, maybe let him get the first few punches in?”

 Steven closed his eyes again, probably not wanting to see Marc give him the 'told you so' look. (You knew that look).

  Taking your hand and placing it on his forehead, he opened his eyes to look at you.

“Steven, I could have lost you tonight.”  

 His brow wrinkled, and for a moment you thought he might start crying, or perhaps Marc might come back but instead, he nodded.

“...I'm sorry.”

 You ran your fingers through his curly hair and smiled before pressing a kiss to his nose which he flinched at slightly.

“Don't think I'm cut out for the big action hero, love.”

“I think you look dashing. Kind of like Rick O Connell...”

“I don't think he got flung head first into a cash convertors shutters.”

  You laughed and pressed another kiss to his forehead, stroking his hair soothingly as he closed his eyes.

“Love?” he murmured.

“Yes, Steven?”

“...Really bloody hurts.”

 You pressed your cheek against his forehead and tried to cradle him to you, feeling his hands grip onto any folds of his clothing he could to gain comfort, relief, anything to distract himself from now.

“I know.” You soothed, caressing the back of his head with your fingers. “Sleep, let Khonshu take care of the pain, and I'll watch over you.”

He soon drifted off back to sleep. Perhaps not the safest thing to do as anyone who had been unconscious would usually have to stay awake, but you had an idea that Khonshu was keeping an eye on his avatar.

 You glanced up into the apartment room, wondering if the great big bird God was looking down on you both.

 Draping a blanket, designed after the Rosetta stone over Steven, and giving him a pillow to hug to his bruised stomach, you made yourself comfortable and zapped a text to your boss telling her you'd come down with food poisoning and wouldn't be able to make it into work the next morning.

 It was the first few rays of sunshine that came in through the murky, dusty window of Steven's first floor apartment that woke you. Your neck was stiff, and your shoulder from the way you had slept, curled up on the rarely used armchair in Steven's living room.

Stretching, you looked over to the couch, making sure he was still there.

He was.

His bruises and cuts now almost completely faded, sleeping like a baby.

 You got up, feeling life (and circulation returning to your limbs that had been folded up beneath you for most of the night) and walked over to check him over.

The swelling was down, the discolouration returned back to its normal brownish tinge around his eyes, and peeling away the gauze around his knuckles, you saw that they were now just reddish and rough feeling.

 You closed your eyes and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his brown curls before feeling a hand creep around your middle.

Pulling back, you saw a familiar looking sleepy, self assured smirk.

“Mornin' baby, you been here all night?”

 Marc.

“You told me to look after him.” You replied, sitting back as much as you could with his hand claiming your waist.

“You did a good job...Real good job.” he murmured, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eyes. “I'm gonna go grab a shower, bite to eat, and then maybe try and convince you to slack off work and keep us company in bed?”

“Way ahead of you, Spector.” you playfully teased. “I got food poisoning last night.”

“Gross. Lets hope it lingers, huh?” Also available here

[avungerthatgotaway]

Imagine Avengers finding out that you have a boyfriend

Heyy guys! I made another fanfic, Avengers fining out you have a boyfriend. This one is gonna be about Steve and Bucky the most, others will be just mentioned. Soo for a boyfriend I took one of my current celebrity crushes Jake Bongiovi. I don't think yall lnow him sooo that's why pictures are here. First 2 are of Jake. Things to know are that he's 16 in the story timeline and he's amazing at football. 3rd picture is of band Bon Jovi. Picc is from 80s and I put it here so you understand the plot. Jake's dad is Jon Bon Jovi, he's the middle one. And last picture is of Jon Bon Jovi how he looks now. Sooo this is taking place in 2018 (because of Bon Jovi plot) but I'm not following the Avengers time line. And Jake is originally living in New Jersey, but I had to change it to New York. Hope you enjoy, if you have any advice feel free to write it. And also requests are opened xx

Warnings: none

Genre: I'm not good at deciding this but let's say it's a little drama romance and funny (at least I hope so)

I own nothing except the plot

*and alsooo before I get started, I saw u guys writing a wordcount, but it never shows me when I write ficc so yeaa... any help?😂

You don't know how you ended up kissing Jake, in front of avengers tower, but it happened. He was an incredible guy, you had feelings for him for quite some time now. But you wouldn't admit it. Apparently he had feelings for you too...

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It all started few months ago, when Tony asked you to go with him to Bon Jovi's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inducting. A big fan of rock music you are, you said yes right away. It was amazing! So exciting! And Tony as Tony had some backstage passes, because he just HAD to meet the band. You trailed behind him backstage, and told him you're gonna get yourself a drink. You poured some apple juice in your cup, when suddenly you bumped into someone. It was a gorgerous boy, he couldn't be much older than you. The problem was that he held his phone in one hand, and you had a cup of juice in yours, so somehow his phone ended up in your juice now...

Finally he looked down at you. "Ohh I'm so sorry" he said. You were shocked. His phone is basically dead now, and he apologises. It wasn't even his fault. It was soo different than guys you're used to. "Ohh no, it's my fault, I'm sorry. And your phone is dead now sorry." "No need to apologise, I should've watched where I was going. And never mind for the phone. What's your name?" he asked. "It's Y/N." "It's a beautiful name. I'm Jake, nice to meet you." ...

And that's where you guys clicked. You exchanged phone numbers, and started texting each other. Soon you found out that Jake is living in New York, as you. It didn't take him long to ask you out. You went out as friends at least once a week.

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Today was different tho. He was acting a little weird, even nervous. When he walked you to Avengers tower, he became even more nervous. "Wait Y/N, I gotta something to tell you first uhmm..." "Huh? What is it?" "Well, I uhmm.. I- " "Jake what's goi-" and that's all you got to say, because in next moment you felt his lips on yours. It was the best feeling ever. When you parted, he said "I love you Y/N. I know it's too soon, but I've had this feelings for a long time." "I love you too Jake." you simply replied, and hugged him.

What you didn't know is that 2 best friends avengers were watching you from a window, plotting Jakes death, how dare he kisses you!?!?"

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You said your goodbyes to Jake, and went to tower. You wanted to call your friend and tell what happened AsAp. But, you had to be careful, avengers can't hear you. Especially Steve and Bucky.

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You became an avenger when Steve showed up in your doorstep telling you to help him with something in Germany. You had water powers, so your family didn't like you. When everything ended, Steve and Tony stopped arguing. Steve offered you to stay with them, and you accepted. Sice then, avengers were like a family to you. Steve and Bucky were like brothers. 2 best friends since childhood, and two of them mostly watched over you. They were always there for you, but they were protective. You couldn't imagine what poor Jake would go through if they found out about you.

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As soon as you came in, you've heard someone clearing throat behind you. "Bucky we said we don't need dramatic coughs!" You reckognised vioce as Steves. "It's called leaving an impression Steve". You turned around, and saw Bucky rolling his eyes at Steve. But Steve was wasting no time "Who is that boy you just kissed Y/N? Why are you even kissing someone, you are just 16!" You decided to tell the truth, I mean if they saw you kissing, there's not much left to say. "Well, he is my boyfuhwhwu-" your response got muffled by Buckys hand. "Don't even say that word out loud. You are totally not allowed to have a boyfriend" Bucky said. "Whaat? How can you forbid me to have a boyfriend?!?? You can't do it." "Well, seems like I just did. No boyfriend until you get married" Buck replied. "No no no" Steve said "she'll need to date a guy before they get married. What if he's an idiot? He's totally gonna be an idiot. So maybe it's better of she doesn't date at all." "I agree. We need to set an age restriction to dating. What do you think is optimal?" Bucky asked. "Well, you know 37 isn't that bad. But if we're already that close, let's say 40, so it's easier to remember." "40 is okay for me. Than it's setteled. 40 it is."

"HEEEY I'M HERE IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE!!" you yelled.

"Well it's your lucky day Y/N! You have to wait only 24 years more to date!" Bucky exclaimed.

You tried arguing with guys some more, but ut didn't work out well. You ended up in you room, still kinda angry when you got a text from Jake:

"Hey Captain America just left my room. He threatened he'll kill me if I continiue dating you, uhmm... I'm confused??"

[laurensprentiss]

so i watched The Storm last night and like,,,can’t stop thinking about being there for Hotch after it’s all over, after he’s tucked Jack away into bed and knows his son is okay. Does he just slump down on the couch with nothing left to give? I’m sure the man hasn’t eaten anything in 24+ hours, but would he accept anything? Or would he just wanna lie there on the couch, his face pressed into you as you hold him tight and let him do whatever he needs; cry, talk, not talk, just listen to the sound of your heartbeat. I need someone to take care of this man asap🥺 (also the s*x?? would it be slow and tender because he loves you and cant thank you enough for being there for him? fast and rough because theres so much frustration and he needs to feel real, feel like a person with some sembelance of control over his life? honestly maybe a little bit of both. whatever it is, youd give it to him gladly because you LOVE this man)

Em!!! I’m so bad at answering my asks and tumblr has a personal vendetta against me, so I do apologise, I’m just seeing this now, I don’t know how long it’s been sitting here. However;

Both of your points are very valid and I do think Hotch compartmentalises a LOT, to his own detriment sometimes, which is why I think it’s the latter.

I think he’d just want to turn his brain off, shower the day off and just sit in the dark for a while and reflect. The s*x,,, babe,,, I gotta go rough. I think he’d never do anything to hurt anyone he loves so provided that the consent is there, I think it’d be rough and carnal, a way for him to ground himself and feel present in the moment, to get all of his frustration out.

I think after the initial catharsis is when the slow, gentle love would come and he’d eventually get to a place where he could decompress and talk to you about what happened, let himself be vulnerable and open perhaps?

[officialgritty]

NHL FANTASY CUP ROUND 2

Here is the compilation post for all of the round 2 results, I hope you enjoyed and the next round will be posted ASAP! (and I actually mean ASAP this time)

If you want to join in, it’s not too late! Here’s the link to sign up for the taglist! If I am unable to tag you or you haven't been getting these, please do send me a message with your new user. 

I’ve tried to keep my favourite responses short, purely because this post would be way too long. I appreciate all the reasoning given though!!!

Boston Bruins VS Vegas Golden Knights

(4 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Bruins received 9 and the Golden Knights received 8.

Winner: Boston Bruins

My opinion: THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YALL HAVE MANAGED TO GIVE THE LOSER A HIGHER SCORE SO I HAD TO CHANGE IT TO MATCH THE VOTES

My favourite responses:

“Chris Evans breaks swords with his biddies.”

“After time travelling thru the middle ages they finally get Knighted which gives them the ego boost needed to best the bruins.”

“I'd say that Ransom!Knives Out might have some hockey knowledge since he's a privileged white boy from New England.”

Los Angeles Kings VS New York Rangers

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Kings received 4 and the Rangers received 13.

Winner: New York Rangers

My opinion: I don’t have one besides fuck the Burger King jersey.

My favourite responses:

“BURGER KING JERSEY!”

“Prince William is a lizard.”

“William’s receding hairline recedes so far that the flash of the paparazzi cameras shining off his nearly bald head is so blinding that anyone on the ice near him is stunned (attack points: 10)”

“HOW DID THIS MANAGE TO STILL BE RACISTS VS. RACISTS?!”

Ottawa Senators VS Carolina Hurricanes

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Senators received 6 and the Hurricanes received 11.

Winner: Carolina Hurricanes

My opinion: Oddly enough I don't have one.

My favourite responses:

“Alarms are scary but less scary than white men in suits yelling at you. Talk about no thanks.”

“Personalized hurricanes just about sum up the last year.”

Buffalo Sabres VS Montreal Canadiens

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Sabres received 6 and the Canadiens received 11.

Winner: Montreal Canadiens

My opinion: The Sabres can't catch a break even in fantasy land huh? I also don’t know what the French says, I gave up on learning it lmao

My favourite responses:

“I just really fucking love hummus.”

“Baise les épées. ils ne sont pas à la hauteur de ces baiseurs Français.” 

“It's doubtful the Sabres will ever win another game again.”

Calgary Flames VS San Jose Sharks

(3 - 2)

Out of 17 votes the Flames received 11 and the Sharks received 6.

Winner: Calgary Flames

My opinion:

My favourite responses:

“The Flames will take inspiration from Sidney Crocsby.”

“Matthew Tkachuk somehow falls in the water and Coach Sutter rescues him by executing a perfect pike dive and punching the approaching hammerhead in the nose.”

“They’ve been working with Sharkboy from Sharkboy and Lavagirl.”

“Like Gary Bettman always says, ‘The flamethrowers have always been our enemy.’”

“They corral some of the local cows and try to ride them in the water. One of the refs quits during the second period and a mic catches him saying he isn't paid enough for this.” ... “Eventually the sharks (animals) start eating the cows and everyone calls it a day.”

Colorado Avalanche VS Vancouver Canucks

(4 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Avalanche received 11 and the Canucks received 6.

Winner: Colorado Avalanche

My opinion: I swear I’m not making up these numbers, you guys have been divided the exact same amount!!! I’m losing it at the Colorado Assalanche omfg

My favourite responses:

“They’d all be too busy monologuing about MacKinnon’s ass to actually play.”

“Jake Virtanen looks with interest onto the twerking action.”

“The shake of the ass vibrates the ice hard enough that the puck slides into the opposing net and the Colorado Assalanche booty becomes the most powerful.”

“Following the game, several Canucks join a local theater group in the off season, with at least one abandoning pro hockey altogether in lieu of following his new dream of winning a Tony.”

Arizona Coyotes VS Philadelphia Flyers

(2 - 5)

Out of 17 votes the Coyotes received 3 and the Flyers received 14.

Winner: Philadelphia Flyers

My opinion: To the person who apologised to me after dissing the Flyers for their ‘embarrassing loss to the Rangers’, don't apologise. I have become void of emotion towards my team. 

My favourite responses:

“This literally just turned into an ep of Looney Tunes somehow but we always gotta take Gritty over Wile E Coyote.”

“G R I T T Y and they would all look SO GOOD in cheerleader costumes.”

"Gritty can do what he wants, everyone knows that.”

Nashville Predators VS Florida Panthers

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Predators received 6 and the Panthers received 11.

Winner: Florida Panthers

My opinion: I wanted the Preds to win but your opinions are valid. Doesn't mean i’m not upset tho :(

My favourite responses: 

“Juuse Saros made 41 saves against the Panthers tonight and he WOULD FUCKING DO IT AGAIN”

“Florida men don’t fear pregnant women.”

“Fear the Floridian man.”

“One of the Preds goes into labor during intermission which sets off two others throughout the second period like in a bad medical drama.”

The updated bracket:

Tagging: 

@scheifefe @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @d00dlebob @bricksatlandyswindow @churchofrileytanev @moritzseider @itsjuliak5 @blvejackets @calgarycanuck @marc-andrefleury @kempe @bowenbyram @andrei-svech @itschellybear @lorrmorr @tkachuk-yeah @berrybreadd @museinmind @pizzarandomness @rosieberg18 @youngbeezersmixtape @klutchnetsov @crosbeezinthetrap @chaos-hockey @connormcdavo @holymysticjellyfish @timmy-schallers @stockyardsyndrome @hockey-more-like @hockey-is-my-love-language @all-eyezzz-on-me @iwantahockeyhimbo @theonlytorontomapleleaf @sweetlittlegingy @toplinetommy @grenawitka

[narcissamalfvy]

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

i was tagged by: @howlscifer​ & @bleubeard​

name/nickname: danielle, but i have been called, dani, daniel, d, honestly there are so many random nicknames i have answered to just like.. egg..

gender: cis female

star sign: virgo?? i don’t know much about star signs at all.

height: 5′6 but this is approximate because i am australian and do not know imperial measurements.

time: 2:42pm.

birthday: september 22nd.

favorite bands: tash sultana, glass animals, billie eilish, hozier, ocean alley, jungle giants and many more people that do not come to mind as of right now !! i have weird music taste and i apologise profusely for it.

song stuck in my head: jungle by tash.

last movie: i watched pirates of the carribbean last night and wow i forgot how much i loved that movie. “but why is all the rum gone !111!”

last show: ....modern family for the thousandth time.

when did i create this blog: alskdjfha i am going to guess like 2015 but that was pretty sporadic !

what do i post: mostly muse inspo stuff and a lot of ya lit! and trash in general like me.

last thing googled: lol a local japanese restaurant.

other blogs: i have some but not for public consumption !

do i get asks: lol not really but when i do, i try to answer them asap !

why i chose my url: because i used to make a bunch of greek mythology edits... but i really want to change it so you might see a new url coming @ you soon !!

following: 672

followers: 660

average hours of sleep: ranging from 5 to like 10 depending on what i have on the next day and my mood.

lucky number: 12?

instruments: i can play piano and bass guitar !! also am an ex percussionist so that is like every other random instrument on this earth.

what am i wearing: pyjamas because i love my pjs.

dream job: honestly anything that makes a difference and i enjoy ! not rlly sure yet about my dream job.

dream trip: honestly this is a hard question because i want to travel everywhere!! but particularly tromso to see the northern lights, canada & alaska, and a lot of europe. favourite asian places tho are japan, hk, singapore & korea.

favorite song: if you haven’t heard tash sultana yet... well i love my (1) australian artist kween and all her music.

last book read: for some reason i wanted to go back to grisha trilogy??? so shadow and bone.

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: harry potter, pjo, and tbh any of the ones i reblog because they all are super cool.

people i tag: yikes i don’t rlly remember anyone’s blogs as a general so this ain’t 20 so i gotta apologise but a quick look through my activity/and im’s ! @branstark @roxyhorrcr @yoojiimin @lahnister @acvdemias @pocmuzings @caelestialium @ellvwrites @assassinkyra @fablehaven @herorps and anyone else who wants to do it pls tag me because i would love to know you !! and everyone from the shed should do this if they want to cos y’all love the questions.

[pumpkin-stars]

I see writers on here apologising about not filling requests quickly or whatever and let me just say to each and every one of you:

I got a request in late-June that I haven’t even started writing yet.

Just because someone requested something from you doesn’t mean it needs to be done ASAP. It’s your writing and your blog and at the end of the day, it’s also your life - if stuff happens that means you can’t write it as soon as you might like to, or you lose inspo for it, or you accept it hoping you’ll vibe with it at a later date but your muse/writing gremlin decides to take forever coming up with the words, then that’s no biggie! It’s okay!

Unless the person is constantly hounding you for that fic then you don’t gotta worry - and if they are hounding you then tell them to send the request to someone else if they’re that bothered by you taking a while.

You write for yourself, not for other people. And if you take a request, then that’s still writing for YOU, just with that other person nudging you in one direction or another.

If you need to take a break from writing but have some requests unfinished, then anyone who doesn’t understand that you need the break shouldn’t be out here requesting fics in the first place.

What I’m saying is: don’t pressure yourself to be a constant writing machine, you do this for fun and for free, it’s a hobby not a lifestyle. Write at your own pace, you’re doing great x

[clintbartonswife]

I almost lost you

Pairings:  Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes  Summary: Sam and Bucky save you from yourself @whumptober2019 #18 : Muffled Scream Warning: suicide attempt, panic, this is pretty triggering so proceed with caution please  masterlist  || whumptober masterpost

Your hands trembled as you picked up the pill bottle, eyes straying to the door one last time.

You could walk out, try again. 

No.

You knew it was selfish, but you had to end it. It had to be now.

With a deep breath, you emptied the bottle into your mouth and swallowed, tears falling from your eyes as you sat down on the bathroom floor. 

The door swung open, Sam’s eyes wild as he looked around your apartment. Something was wrong - he could feel it in his gut. 

“Y/N?”

You simply stared ahead, not registering him as he burst into the bathroom.

“Oh god - what did you do - BUCKY!”

His hands were on you, hauling you upright as he looked around the floor, a shuddering breath escaping as he saw the discarded bottle.

He knew what this was, of course he did. His experience at the VA had given him enough familiarity with drug overdoses, but normally it was a forlorn phone call from a heartbroken family member the day after the body was found. Never before had Sam been there for the actual event.

“BUCKY!” 

Bucky rushed into the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

“I need you to make the charcoal drink now - you know the one” Sam demanded, the brunet nodded and ran to the kitchen without hesitation. Forcing himself to stay calm, he knelt in front of you, desperately trying to get any recognition to pass your glossy eyes.

“FRIDAY is the medical wing functional yet?”

“It is still under construction, however Dr Banner is having lunch with Dr Cho in the city if you need any emergency advice”

“Tell Bucky to call Bruce after bringing me the drink, we need them both back here ASAP. y/n’s overdosed” Sam stated, mind racing, “Wait - why didn't you realise something was wrong?”

“Miss y/l/n deactivated my sensors in the bathroom, privacy protocol was enabled”

“Fuck”

Sam hauled your body over to the toilet, apologising lowly as a disjointed groan escaped your lips, gently pulling your hair out of your eyes.

“Sammy?”

“Yes, it’s me baby” he said, throat tight, “I’m right here”

Your eyes widened in realisation, hand grasping the front of his shirt weakly.

“you’re not sup’osed to be here - didn’ wan’ you t’ see this ‘m sorry”

Your voice was slurred, Sam’s arms tightening around you more in the realisation that you had planned this. 

Pushing the thought out of his head for now, he exhaled a huge sigh of relief as Bucky rushed back into the room, drink in hand. Thanking him quickly, Bucky rushed back off to make the call.

“Honey I need you to drink this okay?”

“Don’ wanna” you huffed, pushing it away.

Taking a shaky breath, he forced the glass to your lips and tipped the liquid down your throat, wincing as he did so.

“I’m sorry baby but you gotta drink this”

He frowned as he watched you struggle weakly against him, before giving in and drinking. He hated it, but he knew there was only a limited amount of time before the drugs began to run their course.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry” he murmured, placing the cup on the floor before rubbing your back gently, “you’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay”

As Sam calmed you, waiting for the activated charcoal to work, he started to spiral down into a pit of guilt. How had he not seen the signs?

His hand never stopped rubbing your back, snapping out of his thoughts as you started to throw up into the toilet bowl.

“I know, I know it’s horrible but you gotta get it out” he whispered, his free hand reaching up to keep your hair from falling into your face, “I’m sorry y/n, I’m so sorry”

Face ashen and covered in sweat, you let out a feeble groan, the expression on your face enough to make the tears Sam had been holding back threaten to spill over.

“Bruce is a few minutes away” Bucky said, kneeling down next to Sam, his metal hand pulling Sam backwards into his hold, “She’s gonna be okay”

Sam just nodded numbly, leaning into the contact, desperate for any kind of reassurance. The three of them sat together on the floor of the bathroom, Bucky holding Sam whilst he held you, just praying they would all be okay.

Sam watched as you were carted away, fists clenching as he tried to ground himself. He gestured for Bucky to go on ahead, the brunet looking torn.

“I’m going to get some of her stuff for the room” Sam said, voice steadier than it had been for the last few minutes, “But she needs someone with her now”

“Are you sure?”

Sam nodded, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s cheek before retreating back to your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was alone, he collapsed to his knees, tears starting to fall from his eyes. His hand reached for a throw pillow, burying his face in the soft material and letting out a broken scream, the heartbreaking sound muffled by the fabric.

In a few minutes he’d have to collect himself, step out of those doors and face reality with a calm smile and level head, but for now he let himself feel the pain that gripped his heart with an iron vice.

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