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beneathashadytree · 2 years ago

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HI omg can i request an x reader where sanji confesses his feelings to reader (reader obviously reciprocates) whilst drunk and he's super emotional abt it all? i feel like he'd be an honest drunk and it's rly cute to think abt :")

INTOXICATED - VINSMOKE SANJI X READER

Warnings : alcohol consumption, hints at Sanji’s personal traumas and self-image issues, Sanji displaying obvious symptoms of PTSD, a lot of curses, Sanji might seem OOC because he’s quite literally shit-faced drunk, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff (I think?)

Word count : 2.2K words (not sorry)

Additional notes : Hi love! So glad you picked Sanji, seeing as he’s (very obviously) my absolute favorite character. Writing this was the highlight of my week, given just how many creative liberties I took with this. I tried to incorporate his own reservations about actual love and his PTSD, without actually divulging much about his backstory (because when has he ever been upfront about his past, really?) I hope I did your lovely request justice, so let me know what you think💗💗

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Heavy thumps in the kitchen had long woken them up, startled out of their sleep and frowning as they dressed themselves up enough to be decent. The only person who dared enter the kitchen at this time of night—3:30 AM it was—was Luffy, and even then the only sounds one could usually hear would be that of him whining after struggling and failing to unlock the fridge. The current noises were rather alarming, to say the least, and they had to mentally prepare themselves for anything to go down.

As they neared the light of the kitchen, they heard another heavy sound of knocking, along with a slew of curses that had them picking up the pace, realizing that the voice belonged to Sanji. If he was in the kitchen at this hour, then it was most likely he needed help with something. After all, what other reason would he have to be in the kitchen so early?

… Apparently, an entirely different reason.

Leaning against the kitchen door, they watched as the usually composed cook lost all gracefulness he possessed, stumbling over the chair he’d clearly overturned while walking around. In one hand he cradled a bottle of hard whiskey, the other leaning heavily against the dining table with the half-empty glass, as he struggled to sit back upright. His blue eyes were glazed over and just the tiniest bit unfocused, an involuntary pout on his lips as he set the bottle down and slumped against the chair.

The sight made their concern grow tenfold, having never seen him so drunk—and on whiskey, too. “You good there, Sanji?”

He jumped a little in his seat, an adorably startled look on his face as he finally noticed their presence by the door. Slowly, his shoulders untensed and his lips relaxed into a dopey smile.

“Oh, ‘s you. Care for a drink with me?” he gestured to the table, “I’ve had three… wait, five?” he mumbled to himself, a small contemplative frown on his face for a second, before he smiled once more, “C’mere, c’mere. Bottle’s good.”

They sighed, perching themself on the chair to his right and leaning over to snatch the bottle from him, much to his dismayed protests. “You’re shit-faced drunk. I don’t think you should be having any more.”

“One more please, ‘kay?” he quietly asked, pushing his glass towards them, “Jus’ one more.”

Eyeing him skeptically, they gave in and began to pour into it. “Alright, but that’s the last one for tonight.”

Within seconds, the blond had downed it in one go, a content smile on his face as he set it down. A trickle of whiskey had dribbled past the corner of his lips, the messiness only serving to make him somehow more enticing to look at. With his flushed cheeks, half-closed eyes, and wet lips, he looked like the perfect picture of tantalization.

Still, with how intoxicated he was, they could only shake their head at him and reach out with their thumb to swipe at his face. “What’s got you in this mess?” they asked, watching as his cheeks grew redder at the skin contact. Cute.

“Wanted a drink, ‘s all,” he slowly replied, eyes hypnotized as they followed them. “Everyone’s asleep, so I could… unwind a bit, y’know?”

Something not unlike sorrow panged in their chest. Seeing him in that state was a little… sad. Their voice was steady as they asked, “Anything on your mind?”

For a few beats he remained silent, his gaze settling on the table and his index finger circling the rim of his glass as he contemplated an answer. When he finally seemed to have decided on something, he simply shrugged. “Fair bit of things, here ‘n there.”

“If… if there’s ever a time you feel like sharing, just know I’ll always listen.” That same feeling thrummed in their chest as they watched him visibly melt, his expression morphing into one they couldn’t recognize but felt indescribably protective of. Something about him in that moment was so vulnerable and almost fragile, that it completely countered his cool-headed, often detached demeanor when it came to matters concerning himself. It’s something they’d always noticed about him, and watching it crumble right now in front of their eyes was precisely why they had trouble breathing.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Sanji groaned, his slurred words both sweet and surprising as he folded his arms on the table and buried his head in them, “Really. What ‘m I gonna do with you?”

Chuckling at his muffled voice, they inched a little closer, a gentle hand on his head and carefully brushing through the soft tresses of his hair. Silky smooth as always, even when he was quite clearly feeling terrible. Everything about him in the moment resembled a cat, and the imagery was too endearing for them not to grin at. “What do you want to do to me, then?”

Propping his head on his hand and causing their own hand to fall and rest on his arm, his eyes flickered to their lips. He was being so painfully obvious that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his intentions like that. “Fair bit of things, here ‘n there,” he mumbled again, before sighing. “You… you make me feel weird.” He glanced up at their eyes, encouraging him to go on, and so he did, his voice growing a little more agitated. “It’s stupid, ‘cause I know. I know I can’t get too attached, because… I’m me.”

“I’m a little confused here. You’re Vinsmoke Sanji, yes?”

“That’s-that’s exactly it,” he frowned, frustration etched onto his face, “I’m not… not built to do… whatever this is, without fucking things up.” Deft fingers reached up to tug at his hair, a tortured look in his eyes. The alcohol might’ve loosened his tongue, but it seemed like it did nothing to quell his muddled thoughts. “But then fucking… looking at you makes me want things that I don’t deserve.”

“Of all the good things on earth, there isn’t a single thing you don’t deserve,” they gently said, squeezing his arm in an affectionate manner that they’d always done to him in passing—something they now realized he’d probably never interpreted correctly. “Sanji, you of all people are supposed to expect kindness and love from those around you. You’re a good, selfless man. What else do you need to do to feel like you’ve earned it?”

“Don’t say stuff like… like this. End up wanting to be a selfish bastard.” He turned away, momentarily brushing a hand over his face as he grunted. “‘S enough that I want you when I can’t have you.”

Their heart was thundering in their ears as the gravity of his words settled. The fact that he was laying everything bare right in front of them without even being aware of doing so had guilt gnawing at their insides, but they knew damn well that if they didn’t give him the opportunity to speak now, he’d chain his words on his tongue and never speak them again. He’d tie himself down with them and take them to the grave if he had to.

“What makes you think you can’t have me, though?” Their question came out quieter than expected, the complexity of their own emotions making it hard to ask.

“Because… I’ll never be loved, and that’s how it is,” Sanji said, before giving them a wobbly, terrible attempt at a smile, when his eyes were shining with unshed tears underneath the warm kitchen lights. “Look at me, all pathetic. Shit, wouldn’t want to be w’ me either. Couldn’t even talk without ‘most a whole fucking bottle. No one wants all that.”

Blinking back the tears in their own eyes, they swallowed thickly. With every words he spoke, he drove a knife deeper in their heart—not out of offense, but out of hurting for him; as though they felt the horrible pain of every laceration at his own self. “You haven’t once asked me if I did. You’re assuming things.”

“Can’t hurt if I don’t… won’t hope for it.” Shrugging, the cook rolled his shoulders back and leaned against the back of his chair, closing his eyes for a second as a tremor ran through his body for a second, before he sharply inhaled and mumbled under his breath. “God, I could fucking use a smoke…”

Fumbling hands went in search of the pack of cigarettes on the table, but theirs settled on top of his, halting him in place and startling him enough to open his eyes. “Tell me what you want with me. Tell me everything you feel, and then some,” they firmly said, fingers wrapping around the back of his hand as they did.

“I—“

“I’m not leaving you alone tonight, Sanji. I’m keeping you company right here.” The intensity in their eyes bore into him, praying that they could reflect every single ounce of determination to stay by his side. “So tell me precisely what it is that you want, and I promise you I won’t shame you for it for a single second.”

His face crumpled, and he hunched over once again, hazy eyes trained on his lap. A beat, then another of silence, before trembling lips parted to speak the words. “Want to… hold you in m’ arms. Kiss you ‘very damn minute till I can’t breathe. Love you, but not hurt for it. Have you love me back ‘n not have to fear—believe ‘m not good ‘nough. Even… even call you mine, without having to worry that I’ll fucking wake up the next day and… and you’ll be gone.” He hadn’t even noticed it, but a lone tear had escaped and trailed down his cheek, as he tried to muster up the strength to look up and smile serenely, but it only looked ridiculous when he didn’t even have it in him to do anything but fall apart at the seams. “Foolish, huh?”

“Yes,” they hummed, hand reaching out to ever-so-tenderly wipe at his cheeks, where the tears were now openly falling, “Truly foolish that you would think that I wouldn’t want that too.”

“Don’t—don’t be cruel,” he chuckled derisively, looking anywhere but at their face as their hand trailed to delicately brush his hair. “Don’t lie just to… comfort me. I’ve long accepted this.”

“Sanji,” their voice was hard as they said his name, hands stilling his face in place before he could turn away and ignore their words. “I mean it when I say that I truly do love you. Don’t let your reservations blind you from realizing that I tell you that every single day without actually saying the words.”

The man sniffled, looking smaller than he ever actually did. Turbulent emotions flitted across his face, and they could almost name every single one of them; stunned disbelief, hesitance, a deep, deep sort of sorrow whose origin they couldn’t precisely pinpoint, and immense hopefulness laced with a silent plea.

Please don’t toy with my feelings. Please don’t feed me false hopes. Please let this be real.

Whether Sanji was begging them or some deity above, they weren’t so sure. They remained patient, letting what they’d just said completely sink in before they could ask for a reply. A minute or two later, they got one in the form of a tentative, slow question as they gently brushed at his brow, an unconscious smile on their face as they traced the curve of it.

He took in a shuddering breath. “Will…will you wait?”

“What for?”

Finally allowing himself some semblance of tranquility and comfort provided by someone else, he leaned into their touch. Something about the eager look in his eyes (yes, even as they hooded over with inebriation and pure emotional exhaustion) sent the warmth pooling in their tummy, and their heart racing in their chest.

“For me to… to tell you ‘verything. ‘Bout me.”

If he’d tried, he would’ve been able to read the sheer relief and unadulterated joy they felt in that moment. They nodded, so quickly that, had the moment not been this fragile, it would’ve almost seemed laughable.

“Take all the time you need,” they reassured him, meaning every word. His eyes began to flutter shut of their own accord, tiredness winning over with the ease that settled over him (and probably encouraged by the bottle of liquor already in him). Once they saw that, and noticed the way he began to sway forward towards the table, their heart went out to him. How he’d functioned with that emotional turmoil the entire time without uttering a single word of what resided inside him, they had no idea.

“Don’t leave,” Sanji murmured weakly, his eyes almost completely shut now as they brushed his hair with their fingers, the fondest smile on their face.

Pulling away just to take his jacket from the back of his chair and fold it underneath his head, they made sure his head was rested comfortably as he slipped into the world of dreams. His breathing began to even, and they felt their heart swell to twice its size at the sight of his usual busyness tamed to absolute stillnes and serenity.

Sidling their chair next to the man they loved so much, they plopped down with the intention of falling asleep beside him; even if they would wake up with a sore neck, they wouldn’t dare leave his side right now. Careful not to wake him up, they pushed his bangs up, exposing both his eyebrows and pressing a feather-light kiss to each, mumbling sweet words against his flushed skin.

“I’ll be with you when you wake, and every day afterwards, Sanji.”

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alberivh · 3 years ago

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The gravestone of the wilderness — (scraps)

diluc x gn!reader — fluff, angst, comfort/hurt, death, implied werner syndrome, memory loss.

the second stage of diluc’s life, death and you.

a/n : a very very messy writing which were written by me for 2 days…? please listen to je te laisserai des mots while reading this, it would improve your imagination more <3

oh to be a normal couple. Lying in your frail shoulder, diluc exhales his heavy breathing. Trading the air with a brain of oxygen and beauty of life, he let your hands wrapped to his arm. Soothed his messy-red-hair and hearing the whisper of the freedom. Near the lakes of the winery, stand your figure and diluc seeing the sunset in mesmerized glances. It was a peaceful evening, even the birds seems too peaceful that it hurts your soul. The world isn’t fine, how come everything became so peaceful today?

“diluc, quick question..” , you called out his name. Stealing the sunset gaze from diluc’s eyes. His breathing is heavy, his heartbeat is unexpectedly warm. Yet you found his presence a little bit too cold..and too fragile.

“and..what is it?”

“who’ll die first, me or you?” , the question is simple. Like a sword to a warriors body, straightforward and cut short. You pay no attention to diluc’s tighten grip, avoiding his eye contact is the way you make his answer straight and honest. After all, you only want to hear his intentions, why did he still seek you even after your condition worsened? He could had the chance to escape from your affection 3 months ago but why did he stay? Did he pitied the unknown for not being the best of his life?

“you” cold and strong. His whole sight focused on your eyes. Anxiety fills it, tears could even force itself to leave your eyes if diluc told you how your eyes show everything. He seen through you and for so many time, he predicted your words. I don’t have any days left diluc.., is your favorite line. The one he thought to be a bullshit.

“just as i expected”

“but you do know i’m not your doctor right?”

“i trust my lovers instinct better than the doctors, they’re a bunch of creeps anyways” , the sunset falls to the edge of the winery before you could finish your reply. the infuse, the breathing machines and the ventilators were all beside you, accompanying you these past weeks. it was bothersome to bring them all together, but thanks to diluc, you could felt as if you were alive. and with no essentials-help you are fine.

diluc saw your anxiety trembles to sobs. the sunset was over and thus—began the starry moonlight which bright to the breezing sky of monstadt.

“thank you..diluc…” , you carefully clinge to his arm. Hugging it tightly without letting your infuse disturbed the warm of his body. your fingers gone numb but his warmth, it radiates so much energy and comfort to be alive. tears fall to his jacket, the moonlight was yet to be found and here you are pleading your lover to stay. Even if you’re both better dying off alone.

“dying off young is pretty tragic don’t you think? Like us..”, whispering your thoughts under the darkened sky and to diluc who was staring empty at your eyes. It was quite and clear to be hear in diluc’s ear but maybe he prefers to drown himself to your frail shoulder, so he could escape from the reality you were going out from his lines.

“y’know diluc, if i were alive till the 32 years of your life, i’ll be happy to laid on our deathbed together..” , a not so sappy thought to be precise. But diluc tries to understand from what are you implying to say, he doesn’t want to make himself fooled by the guilt of his past.

“and what makes you say that?”

“diluc we all know that i’m dying, i couldn’t always stay like this can i?” “I just want to be free that’s all..but diluc…i don’t wish for someone to forget about me…i want them to know i’m used to be alive and well, i want them to know i’m in love.” — i want them to know i’m in love with you diluc, i don’t want to leave you behind. I don’t want someone to abandoned me behind. I love you diluc. How many times have i told you that? I lost count.

minutes feels like seconds, under the starry night you felt nothing but warm. The warm of his heart and his radiance, although it seems like a facade to hide from your sharp-vision. He is beautiful. but with diluc’s lips under your dry mouth, You could feel more the presence of his fading-figure. Wandering through his palm, the space of his cold fingers and his salty tears. He was crying out of madness. He was frustrated that he couldn’t been able to save you from your draining thoughts.

the sharp needles inside your infuse feels numb. The breathing tube wasn’t as heavy as before. Diluc lips is the only thing you could feel. Under the moonlight, he drops his devotion to his knees. Hands wrapped to your delicate-fragile self. Under the days he left you behind, he apologize. As Now he is humming your lips with hopeless wishes. His kisses are soft, gentle as the wind. Pyro seems so warm to your cryo vision. Unknown for love and ambition to be bear. so this is how falling in love feels like?

the sunrise have awoken, another day has finally begun. Sitting at the balcony with his brother, reading letters and wishes from his inner family circle. Eyebags have grown to diluc’s glance, even his wrinkles start to form onto his charming face. His hair start to fall out to thin airs, leaving half of the once burning red to a pale-silver colored. Enjoying his time with the breeze of the sun, diluc realizes kaeya standing figure. he must be going somewhere..

“Kaeya where are you going?” , voice gone frail. His voice aren’t as strong as before. Even his flatter organs are better than the rusty voice kaeya heard.

“to visit someone, it’s their birthday afterall..want to join in, good-master di—“

“shut up don’t you say that name again” , crossing the words. He exhales his breath. Giving himself an opportune moment to breath the fresh morning air. He flinch to the song of the birds, watching them fly ti the air while the letters flew to the side of the tables. it was a peaceful day for diluc to rest, but nonetheless..he always forgot them. Them who aren’t here anymore. father..and..who are they again?

“Alright big brother diluc ragnvindr..just sit on your wheelchair and prepare your stuff, we’re going to windrise right now.”

“It’s not vennessa’s birthday kaeya, why’d you want to take me to windrise? Are y—“ cutting diluc’s voice, kaeya managed to give him the usual smug face on his sight. Making diluc seems more uncomfortable by his plan.

“Yeah yeah..just stick your butt on the wheelchair already mister, we’re going now woohoo!” , whistling to excitement diluc found his brother action to be quite..suspicious. The road was smooth, maybe because the land of winery belongs to diluc’s and his bloodlines, no? Windrise wasn’t that far from the winery, maybe it is far for someone like diluc to explore such an area in the first place.

Windrise, the inner nation of freedom. The location of free will and vennessa legacy. But why does it feel so..cliché for diluc to remember? He doesn’t remember anything about windrise. He doesn’t remember anything about dying, he doesn’t even remembered the gravestone in front of him now. The air was fresh. The leaves and flowers which grow from the small-location of the gravestone was unexpectedly beautiful. The name which were craved in it was unreadable, maybe it was..once. But never again it would be readable to diluc’s eye.

“happy birthday (name)..me and diluc is in here to plant some cecilia’s..would you mind? Ah if you do..you could breeze the bells there, please don’t mind diluc, he’s lost right now.” , kaeya pleaded to downfall of the gravestone. Whispering questions and rants for the owner of it to know. The bell rang and under the wing it sang. they gladly appreciate your visit, diluc. Kaeya steal his glance to diluc’s unfocused eyes, it look as if it were questioning every each of it’s memories. Who are they and why does kaeya think of them as one of the part of him?

Planting the seeds of cecilia under the ground of the suspicious gravestone. The Crystalflies even surrounded it with grace, as if they all belong to their first habitat, the gravestone of the wilderness. Who are they and why are their remenance so…beautiful?

“hmhm, goodjob. Thank you for accepting our birthday offer..diluc and i will go now, farewell for now, see you soon” , cleaning the dirt from the gravestone. Diluc once again asked kaeya’s answer. But nothing could be found from his brother mouth, it seems it was hidden for diluc’s sake.

“you’ll recognize them again diluc, sooner or after.”

soon never came. Kaeya wasn’t here, he was already gone from the resident, Taking diluc’s place aren’t that easy after all. pale and unrecognized, diluc came to his once work office which he never touch any longer. Searching for documents for kaeya to read for him later at night. His fingertips are still the same, numb and empty. I lack something but what are they…? This uncureable piece of shit was such a bothersome.

oh..what is this..?

a letter? — opening it with caution, diluc found the sight of something he craves. The writing of those who couldn’t be recognized by his mind, yet the feeling..it was warm. So warm and comfortable, that it even shakes diluc’s empathy.

to, my sweetheart, diluc ragnvindr.

i never knew when would you opened this but i think you opened it few years since i have died. I know the side affects of your ilness. So i wouldn’t mind if you forget me all along. It’s not your fault for leaving your old memories and life behind, your ilness is one of the part of your issues diluc and I totally understand that, better than kaeya, better than adeline or elzer. And if you forget about me, it’s fine. You don’t need to remember me, just read this all along alright?

Diluc, my swetheart. You probably found this crumpled behind your documents. Maybe kaeya would found it first than you do and it wouldn’t be much of a problem for me to bare, after all i’m dead and even if you apologize i wouldn’t dare to say i would forgive you. Cause diluc, i’m hopelessly in love with you. I love you diluc. Even if you forget me, even if you died in your old age and disastrous days, even if you don’t love me any longer. I’ll be very happy if you could still read this letter. Your curiosity is the reason i’m alive for once diluc. Your warm is the reason of my short-recovery diluc. You are everything. And if you forgot, then it’ll be fine. Read this letter everytime you felt lost, because no home without your lover, no? Ah nevermind that’s a shitty joke isn’t it diluc? Hehe

I’m very satisfied with what I’ve achieved in my lifetime. I got to be with you and your family. I feel like i’m apart of them, apart from who i become. I escape and i’m alright. I’m alive and it’s all because of you diluc. I’m happy. Very happy. But one thing i couldn’t regret more is the fact i couldn’t marry you and tell my devotions to the crowds. I want you foreve diluc, but our time is short enough for each other sake. Fate was cruel, but it’s fair and merciful. It gave us a time to met each other and i’m thankful.

So diluc, whenever you feel lost. Feel free to found me in the crystalflies and in the starry night of the winds. Whenever you need me, i’ll be there. just so let you know i’m the donor of your heart, please don’t regret the fact i’m sharing my life with you. I’m happy to know you are alive, diluc. As long ad you enjoyed your days and live a well-long life, i’ll be happy to give you my everything. I might couldn’t give you this year, but here. Open this envelope, it’s a present. For what exactly? For your own love, diluc. Accept it, would you? I don’t mind if you wouldn’t, but if you want to wear it, feel free to use it.

I’m very happy to be alive diluc, i love you.

The letters ended and so do his tears scroll through his cheeks. The crystalflies in the gravestone. Oh it’s you all along..? Why didn’t you cry out of regret? Are you happy for what diluc became? Are you, my dear…? He was scared of letting you loved him again. He deserve nothing but your hatred. The envelope, it was fill with your charm bracelet. The matching bracelet you used to talk with diluc.

The gravestone, the cecilia’s..? Aren’t those the promises diluc made before? i’ll grow garden of hundreds cecilia’s with you. But he forgot. Your existance are nothing to him anymore, he lost his senses, he lost everything. This heart..your heart. It was pounding rapidly, it even showed diluc emotions again. He was crying in pain. He was crying in sorrow. Oh god, i wish i’m not that weak. I wish i still love you the same as how those letter told me. Darling, will you love me again? No response. He was truly out of his mind to forget the ones who bring his dimmed eyes back alive. So once again he confesses, falling to his knees as he begged for his mind to remembered you.

The days have past so did you died in his eyes. Casket opened and emptied with your body, cecilia all over the ground. You are dead and yet the pounding heart of yours are the result of love. Strokes his body with empty thoughts, he began to murmured again his love.

your heart..it’s warm, My dear.

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princessofprocrastination · 3 years ago

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Not The Same (GeorgeNotFound)

summary : you put out a song, but it attracted the wrong type of crowd and caused too many misunderstandings.

trigger warnings : threats (including death and doxing), panic attacks, taking of meds.

"you're THOSE type of fans, huh?" you read the comments on your newest song release.

and that was the start of your downfall.

you and your dad really enjoyed singing. at any opportunity you two got, you would be doing a duet.

whether that would be at at a close relative's wedding or your at home karaoke set up, you two knew how to entertain people.

though singing was your passion, you ended up being too busy with school and trying to graduate with a diploma to even think about singing again.

but you swore to make a career of your singing after high school. you just loved it too much.

but then, you didn't go to college for music, which pretty much shocked your parents and your friends since they knew your only passion in life was singing.

but you took a different direction. you still wanted to sing and you were trying your hardest to find a way to make that your career.

someday, anyway. but you needed to have a plan to fall back into in case anything goes wrong.

you were a realist, after all.

so off to college you went.

you spent long hours studying for tests after tests, sat through hours of lectures, did endless amounts of projects.

in the end, it was all worth the wait and fatigue. you graduated top of your class.

you went off to be an intern, clocked in more hours before you could fully go into the next phase of your life.

and after those long hours, you finally made the decision (with the support of your parents) to take a gap year.

but before anyone panics. your gap year was not all fun in games where you took to rest and lay in bed all day.

you took the gap year to see if the music industry fits you. to see if you even had the chance to succeed.

and if it did, you could finally have your dream job. but even if it didn't you were not going to be upset if you needed to fall back onto your backup plan.

in the duration of the gap year, you took voice lessons, and poetry classes for song writing.

and with whatever you have learnt, you took that into writing songs that you felt really relate to your life experiences.

so you spend at least a couple months writing multiple songs.

after almost 2 years, you finally came out with your first song. and it definitely got recognition. more than you thought you'd get, if you were being completely honest.

and that was what pushed you to sit your ass back on your desk to write more, and go into your makeshift studio and make the words into songs.

your parents were ecstatic to hear that you were finally doing the things you loved. and you knew you'd never get this far if it weren't for your family's support.

and so your music journey began.

it was going well for years. you were finally happy doing the one thing you enjoyed doing.

and you definitely think you were good at it. seeing and hearing the positive feedbacks from your family, friends and listeners.

you felt good.

but you lost that feeling when you came out with a new single, called ‘fan of you’.

you spent a while working hard on that song and you felt relieved when it was finally released. it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

and you weren’t sure how one thing led to another, if you were being honest. at first, you received good feedback for your new songs. you even gained new listeners and your spotify rank rised.

but then it didn’t anymore.

your twitter flooded with mentions and your instagram full of tagged pictures and dms by accounts you’ve never heard of.

but you noticed a similarity with all of the spam. a guy name george. georgenotfound for short.

you being you, you looked into it. and that was when all of the information hit you. and all you had to look up was your name on twitter, and there it was, the longest thread of tweets you have ever seen in your life.

you took time to read it all, trying to make sure you didn’t miss anything crucial.

there must be an understanding. you didn’t know this guy name george. you’ve seen his face on pinterest once a while when you scrolled, yes. but you never looked into him.

this amazing person took their time to gather every bit of information there was about the scandal, which you were grateful for, or else you’d be scouring the internet for hours.

to summarise what you read, there was this artist by the name of tia jade who came out with a song a few months prior to yours called ‘just a fan.’

it was a good song, some say, and you could agree. it was professionally written and produced. but many fans of george found out that the song was about him.

not just about him, but about her falling in love with him, when she has never met him. and when his fans started to really listen and analyse the song, it got creepier.

basically, the song was about a fan falling in love with a celebrity/content creator and that they want to know them beyond their persona online.

but tia had apologised a little after the song came out, saying that she made that song based on a fan liking a content creator, and not about her falling for george.

but when you read enough of the issue, it definitely did seem like she was making that song to tell her story about falling for george. but she obviously needed an excuse to cover it up.

hence the apology.

and then you read about how they analysed your song, too.

they compared your song to tia’s and found it to have similar stories. stories about how a normal girl is falling in love with the man by the name of george, who had millions of followers on all social medias.

and if you admitted it to yourself, your song did seem to come out that way. especially if your mentality had been there. clearly your song could have been interpreted in many different ways.

you scrolled to the very bottom of the thread where there was a video of the man himself, george. he was addressing the issue.

“i don’t know how this happened twice. i thought once was weird enough, but.” he paused, focusing on building something on his screen.

“having heard of a song being about me again now makes my skin crawl.” he finished. it was short but enough to make his fans understand where he was coming from.

you scrolled further to see the replies of the thread. you wanted to know what were people saying about it.

and you definitely regretted your decision to do that.

threats everywhere. death threats, threats of beating you up, threats of doxing you. god the negative comments were drowned by the one’s that genuinely thought nothing wrong of your song.

you called you mom. this was the time you needed her advice. you needed to be told what to do. you didn’t want to accidentally trigger people.

you and her were on the phone for hours. she listened to you cried to her. she heard the painful sobs that came out of your mouth whenever you reminded yourself of what people were calling you on the internet.

she heard you cry silently on call when you saw your address and phone number being leaked on twitter.

but even through all of that, you joked around with your mom. “well, this was a hell of a way to be trending.”

you did what she told you to do. get a new phone number, stay in a hotel for a couple days while you try to settle the raging crowd of georgenotfound fans down.

in the span of a couple weeks, you got yourself a new number, a new house and a new car. you weren’t taking any chances.

you told no one besides your mom of the new changes, just to be safe.

and no, the threats did not cease. at all. these people did not have a life, constantly up in your dms, telling you to jump off a cliff or them hoping that a robber stabs you and leaves you dying.

you took your time trying to figure out a way to talk to george. or a way to speak out about this.

you didn’t want to write a half-assed notes app paragraph apologising when- first of all, you had nothing to apologise for and second, you had too much to say to fit it all in a notes app.

lucky for you, you didn’t need to start your own channel or make a sit down video on your own.

your recording label had brought up the idea of a documented series about you and how you became a singer about a year ago, and only started filming and posting the episodes a couple months prior on youtube.

so you took the series to your advantage. you pitched in the idea to your manager, to which she agreed to immediately, knowing that it was best you talked about it now.

this was how it played out on the perspective of viewers who watched that episode.

“bless you.” your producer says after you paused your singing in the mic as you stopped to sneeze.

you gave him a smile and a thumbs up from inside the booth.

the camera cuts to another clip.

the cameraman pans as they captured movers coming in and out of your old house, picking up your heavy furniture and boxes into large trucks to move into the new place.

it cuts again. this time it shows you scrolling on your phone with a focused face while your manager types something vigorously on her computer.

the camera tries to focus on your phone, and sees that you were on twitter, reading a lot of tweets under your name.

you exited the app and slide it away, going into youtube next, reading the comments on your song ‘fan of you’.

you scrolled far, clicking on some of the comments, trying to read the replies to certain comments you saw.

the camera cuts into a black screen. which then cuts again into a new scene, where you sat on your new kitchen counter talking to your mother, who sat on the chair in front of you.

your hair was up in a ponytail. a messy one. you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that seemed far too big on you, and your feet covered with fluffy socks.

you were nodding to whatever she was saying to you. it was clear your mind was elsewhere as your eyes were unfocused.

the scene cuts again.

you were seen on the couch, your legs were tucked into your arms and your head down, body shaking. it was obvious you were crying.

you were alone, your mother no where to be seen.

that was the first time the camera caught you crying.

the scene cuts as you were going to get up from the couch.

now, you were in the kitchen again, opening the refrigerator to take a water bottle, then walking to your room upstairs.

the camera follows behind you slowly into your room.

it hadn’t been the cleanest. there were a couple shirts on the floor, your bed undone, cups on your side table, your laptop open on your desk.

you were seen opening a drawer, taking out a small white bottle. you unscrewed the bottle and took out 2 pills, popping them in your mouth, drinking water straight away after that to swallow.

the scene cuts again.

this time, you were seated on the couch in the studio, the atmosphere dark and quiet.

your hair was more kept this time, being help up in a clip.

you were wearing straight jeans and a slightly oversized sweatshirt. you looked more refreshed this time. but it was obvious you hadn’t slept in a while because of your eyes.

your eyes that usually held a lot of happiness and joy turned dull.

“it’s been a while since i’ve spoken to a camera.” you offered a small smile. your song ‘just a fan’ was playing in the background of the clip.

the scene cuts again.

“when i released that song, i was genuinely proud of the work i had done.” you paused for a while. besides the song playing in the background, it was silent.

“but i guess the joy didn’t last very long.” the scene cuts there.

it transitioned to a collage of what people were saying about you. it showed clips of people talking about it on youtube. they even showed george talking about it.

and it cuts again.

it showed a different clip this time. a clip of your ex boyfriend and you at the beach on a picnic, that was taken by a close friend of yours.

this was when you were still in college.

it showed all the fun memories you two made while you were still together.

it showed a video of him studying in the library, flipping through his papers and scrolling through his laptop. it was clear he was hard at work, not noticing you filming him.

but then the scene cuts again. and the music turned somber.

your ex boyfriend’s grave.

it was the day you were visiting him. you sat down next to his stone, a blanket under you.

you were just staring at his stone, not moving.

and it cuts again.

“he was one of the most driven person i have ever met.” you told the camera.

“he knew when to be serious and when to have fun.” you looked down in your hands and played with your rings.

“all he ever talked about was becoming a surgeon. he worked hard in his intern years and continued being passionate through his residency.” you spoke up.

“people had only nice things to say about him. the only bad thing they would say about him is that he can be pretty uptight sometimes, especially when he was stressed about something.” you laughed a little.

“i was a huge fan of him, even when we just saw each other in the hallways. he’s just amazing. i’ve always wanted to be just like him.”

“i wanted to write a song about him but i didn’t the song to be sad.” you said.

“and that was when the song ‘fan of you’ was created.

the scene cuts there and goes into another.

you were in the recording booth again, this time, you were singing into the mic.

the camera pans to your producer and manager dancing and bobbing their heads to the beat.

the scene cuts, officially ending it with a black screen with ‘the end’ in a fancy white font.

you busied yourself with writing new songs as your name got trended again on twitter.

and george has never felt worse about himself ever in his entire life.

he watched the episode as soon as dream sent it to him.

“you’re an asshole, george.” dream sends to him, along with the link of the video on youtube.

as the video ends, he decides to read the comments, wondering what it was like down there.

it was the worse mistake he had ever made in a while.

but he knew he deserved it. he did assumed it was about him, just like the last song made with a drawing of his glasses as their cover photo on spotify.

this time, there was genuinely no reason to think that this song was about him, or anyone with a following whatsoever. he just believed what his chat told him.

sure, there were some familiarity of the character in your song and him, but the world did have 7.6 billion people living on it.

“so, here i am apologising.” george says to his camera, live. his tone was very sincere and apologetic.

“this shouldn’t have gotten this far. they shouldn’t have gotten threats at all, let alone death threats. they shouldn’t have woken up to the world knowing where they live and what their phone number is.”

“and if you’re watching. i sincerely apologise. i clearly was full of myself.” george finishes. ending the live with a small wave.

and were you watching? hell yes.

and that was the day the two of you followed each other on instagram.

he used your songs as his intros of his live, (with your permission, of course.) you showed in your documentary that you were watching whenever he was live or watching his youtube videos.

and that was the start to a beautiful relationship.

you sat on the chair, going live. you waved as people started joining. it went from hundreds, to thousands in seconds.

as you were talking and clicking on your keyboard and mouse, playing a game, you felt arms around your shoulders.

you smiled, yet continued playing.

“why are you live on my account?” he laughs.

you disconnected the headphones so that he could hear what you were hearing.

“george, you’re being replaced.” dream said on discord.

george smiles, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “that was well deserved.”

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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Jasonette Protection Program

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Marinette pulled her coat closer around her as she made her way from the bus stop to her apartment. She had made the brilliant decision when she moved here not to get a car because… Gotham. The likelihood that it would get damaged or destroyed in some kind of attack was ridiculously high. The likelihood the bus would get blown up or taken over, while definitely still present, was significantly lower.

But today she was regretting that decision. It meant she couldn’t isolate herself like she wanted to. It meant she was exposed to anybody and everybody at the bus stop and on the bus and on the sidewalk and any one of them could have been the one to drug her. She eyed the people around her as she walked. Okay, maybe not the woman who looked like she was in her 90’s and could barely walk… and dropped her knitting out of her bag.

Marinette rushed over to her and paused right before reaching her. She twirled around and scanned the faces around her. She could feel somebody watching her. She could feel their eyes scrutinizing her every move. She studied the shadows and the windows, but couldn’t find anyone watching her. She frowned slightly and shook her head. She was getting paranoid. She was seeing and feeling things that weren’t there.

She sighed and turned back to the woman, crouching down to help her put her knitting back in her bag. The woman smiled in appreciation, which Marinette returned with a shaky one of her own. She walked the remaining few feet to her apartment building and took a cautious look up and down the dark street before turning into it. She made sure she heard the click of the door latching before continuing up the stairs, not that it would do anything. Logically she knew that, but her anxiety still demanded it.

She kept her eyes on the stairwell as she made her way up to her apartment on the top floor, eyes hyper vigilant for any movement, her ears hyper sensitive to any sounds from the stairs. She got to her floor and paused for a few moments waiting to see if any sounds or movement indicated someone behind her. She let out a relieved sigh when there was no noise and turned to her apartment before letting out a muffled screech.

Jason jumped, dropping his phone he had been scrolling on, in his rush to hold up his hands in a placating motion. “Just me. It’s okay. It’s just me.” He watched her for a few seconds. She was starting to breathe hard, her eyes were boring into him. “Although I just realized you may not remember me. So this was actually an incredibly stupid plan.” He took a few steps away from her door, his hands still held up to let her know he wasn’t a threat.

Marinette continued to stare at him for a few more seconds, forcing her breathing to slow. “You… you’re Tim’s brother, right? You… you were…” she squinted at him, “you were in my bedroom?”

Jason grimaced and looked down to the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah… that doesn’t make me sound too good, does it?”

She eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”

He perked up slightly and gave her a small, reassuring smile. “I wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing today. It can hit a day or a few days later sometimes. And I’m a security expert. I consult on it for people and companies. I wanted to offer to check your security for you so you’d feel safe, at least when you’re at home.” He turned to her door and knocked on the doorframe. “I can already tell that you need better locks. I could have broken in easily, but I didn’t think you would appreciate finding me in your apartment.”

She raised an eyebrow at him but let out a quiet chuckle and looked away after a few seconds. “You would be right.” She looked back up at him and tentatively walked over closer to her door. “But, I don’t think I can afford to hire you.”

Jason waved off her concern. “I wouldn’t let you. I’d charge Tim for it. He can afford it and he’s worried enough that I’m actually kind of surprised he hasn’t contacted me already, but I suppose that has something to do with him not wanting you to meet me in the first place.”

Marinette quirked her lips to the side and studied him. The longer she watched and talked to him the more memories came back and the clearer they became. She was slowly starting to get bits and pieces of the night before, not enough to create a coherent picture, just incredibly short scenes, a word here, a smile there. Regardless of what she could remember though, this was Tim’s brother and although Tim didn’t want them to meet, he trusted him, not that she would ever be allowed to say that out loud to either of them.

She finally nodded and pulled out her keys. “Well, I can at least offer you dinner while you’re here. If you’d like.” She gave him a small smile as she passed him into the apartment taking off her coat and dropping her bag on the small dining room table.

Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise. After the way she had reacted when she saw him, he honestly didn’t think she would talk to him let alone let him into her apartment. He was starting to understand how she could have gotten drugged so easily if she was that trusting. But then again, Tim had said they all were being careful. Her even more so than the others. So why was she so trusting now? “I would never turn down free food,” he said slowly.

He closed the door behind him with a quick glance at the inside part of the lock, confirming his original suspicions. Standard issue, not particularly secure. He could have picked it in all of three minutes when he was only eight. He didn’t have to lean down to study the doorknob to know it was in worse condition. One good kick and the door would be wide open. He sighed. If anyone wanted to get into her apartment, it wouldn’t take them very much effort.

He turned back to the apartment, letting his frown morph into a smile. Her apartment was cozy and lived in and very much her. There were touches of her everywhere along with some touches that he wouldn’t have expected. He shook his head at the condition of the apartment. It wasn’t terribly messy but it also wouldn’t count as anything close to clean. He could see why she and Tim got along so well. Neither could clean up after themselves to save their lives.

There were bits of fabric and half completed sewing projects scattered around along with random pages of scientific reports. He raised an eyebrow at that. Odd combination. His eyes caught on men’s shoes by the door. He scrunched his forehead in confusion. If she lived with someone, where were they? Where were they last night? Why hadn’t Tim mentioned him? “You live with someone? A boyfriend?”

Marinette looked up from the refrigerator. “No. Well, yes, but no. I live with my best friend,” she explained quickly, “but he’s visiting friends this week.”

Jason nodded. That was good at least. She wasn’t living alone. There was someone else with her usually. That makes it less likely someone could just break in and attack her. He moved over to the window and sighed again, more deeply this time. It was worse than the door. “No curtains. You should probably get some, preferably lined ones. This lock is ancient too. It wouldn’t take much to jimmy it. We’ll get you new locks for your windows and your door.”

Marinette looked at him wide eyed as she set a bunch of grapes and a jug of filtered water from the refrigerator on the counter. She hadn’t been expecting the locks to be that bad. She knew it wasn’t amazing, but then again, she hadn’t really been too concerned about being specifically targeted here. Nobody really knew who she was, or rather used to be. She was just an average citizen here.

She stared at the window for a few seconds, her head cocking to the side and her eyes unfocusing as her mind wandered through the possibilities of what could have happened and what still could. She was no longer safe, not even in her own home. But then again, she never really had been had she? She had just thought she was. She thought she was safer after they’d defeated Hawkmoth, but she’d just traded one danger for another.

Jason watched as her face morphed from one expression to another, her eyes distant. Her face clearly displaying each and every emotion she was going through, no matter how flitting. Jason could guess where her head went. When her eyes started shimmering, he opened his mouth to bring her out of it when her phone rang. She jerked back violently, knocking over the jug of water.

She cursed as she tried to stop the jug’s descent only to knock it further away, further spreading the water. She gave a defeated groan and grabbed a towel from a nearby drawer to start sopping up the water. Jason jumped to grab a few more towels to help. It took a few minutes, but they were finally able to clean up the water with a minimum of damage to papers left on the counter. Luckily, none of Marinette’s sketches were on the island anymore but Adrien was definitely going to have to reprint some of his papers for research.

Marinette gave Jason an appreciative smile and threw the papers in recycling and the towels in the sink. She let out a deep frustrated sigh as she leaned against the counter. After a few seconds, she ran her hands through her hair and laughed. Jason frowned at the sound. It was short and mirthless and sounded utterly wrong coming from her. He could see her starting to spin but didn’t know her well enough to know how to help. God, he really hadn’t thought this through.

Jason very slowly started reaching for her so she could see his hands coming. Shen she didn’t shy away, he set a hand on her arm to ground her. She looked up into his eyes, panicked eyes meeting concerned eyes. They both jumped when her phone started ringing again. They both chuckled quietly at their reactions.

“Sorry…” she started but was cut off by another ring. She shook her head at herself. She hadn’t even noticed the original call had dropped. She checked the caller id and smiled at the phone. “Hey Tim.” She paused to listen to him. “No, I’m fine. I just… I knocked something over and was cleaning it. Sorry for scaring you.”

She gave Jason an apologetic smile as she listened to Tim. “I’m doing okay, I guess. I think I’m just jumpy… and getting paranoid. I could have sworn someone was watching me walk home, but when I looked nobody was around or rather nobody was paying attention to me.” She missed the slight grimace Jason shot toward the floor. “No, thank you though. Actually, your brother is here already.” She smiled at Jason again and put Tim on speaker.

“…that so. That’s very thoughtful of him,” Tim quipped in a clipped tone.

“Yeah, he’s checking my locks,” Marinette continued, seemingly oblivious to the tension in his voice, or attributing it to his concern. “Apparently my door and window locks are pretty bad,” Marinette frowned at the thought.

“Uh huh. Well it’s just so great that he came over then,” Tim gritted out.

Marinette did a double take when Jason’s phone dinged repeatedly with an extended series of text notifications. She blinked at it a few times before looking questioningly at Jason. He rolled his eyes and turned his phone off. He met her eyes with a shrug and a wink as he sat at her island.

“Tell him I say hi and remind him he has plans with Bruce soon,” Tim continued tightly.

Jason huffed. “Tell him to tell B, I'm not going on patrol until Demon Spawn calms down. And tell him I’m sending him the bill for this.” He motioned vaguely around them.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Tim conceded easily before his voice turned harsh again, “And tell him…”

“You two do realize you can hear each other and you two both know you can hear each other and I know you can hear each other and I’m not an owl!” Marinette admonished them sharply.

The room was silent for a few seconds before Tim started chuckling. “Sorry, Hermione.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She nodded at the phone even though he couldn’t see her.

“Hey! That makes me Ron? What the fuck?” Jason objected raising up from his seat in offense.

“Oh come on, you’d look good with red hair,” Marinette teased him lightly.

“You better fucking not be Ron,” Tim growled. “You’re more like Draco anyway,” he continued flippantly.

“Fuck you, Pretender,” Jason growled.

“Yeah, this is making me feel better,” Marinette sighed, leaning against the counter.

There was a guilty pause as the men took in her words. “Sorry,” Jason finally spoke up after a while.

“What?” Marinette gave him a curious look until realization set in. “Oh! No, I was serious. You two remind me of my friends. It feels comforting, normal.”

Tim waited a second before speaking up cautiously. “So… you’re okay for tonight? You feel safe?”

Marinette smiled at the phone again. “Yeah, Tim. I’m okay. Thanks for checking on me.”

“Of course. Let me know if that changes. I’ll be over in three minutes flat,” he promised.

Marinette grinned mischievously. “Do I get a free pizza if you take longer?”

Tim huffed out a laugh. “Absolutely.”

“Sweet. I might test it just for that,” she teased him. “Night, Tim.”

“Night. And tell Jason to turn his phone back on before I do it for him.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Still not an owl,” she singsonged before she hung up. She looked over to Jason with a concerned smile. “Do you have to go? It sounded like you already had plans?”

Jason waved her off and took the battery out of his phone before leaning against the counter near her. “I have plenty of time. Like I said, if I show up now De… Damian is going to attack me.” Marinette’s eyes widened in concern but Jason waved her off again. “It’s fine. He isn’t as tough as he thinks he is. He wouldn’t be able to hurt me, but Bruce would yell at me for it and Dick would give me his disappointed in you lecture. It’s better for everyone if I stay away for a few days.”

He grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tim just doesn’t want me stealing his friend away with my superior looks and charm.”

Marinette scowled lightly at him. “Tim is very handsome and charming,” she insisted defensively.

Jason shot her a devilish smile. “But not as much as me, right?”

Marinette scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. “You certainly seem to think so.” She rinsed some grapes and set them in a bowl between the two of them. “But he’s the only reason you’re here right now. If you weren’t Tim’s brother and we hadn’t met last night when you were fairly respectful of me in my… state…”

“Fairly!?” Jason squawked.

“I’d have called, well, not the cops, but Tim, to take care of you,” she continued over him. She grabbed a grape and chewed on it while she watched him appraisingly as she leaned back against the counter opposite him. “Do you make a habit of stealing his friends?”

Jason shrugged and grabbed a few grapes. “No, we generally move in different…” he searched for a nice way to phrase it, “circles.”

She hummed in response. “And yet here you are, willingly entering in a circle with one of his friends.” She eyed him pointedly. She quickly broke their eye contact to look down and cross her arms over her chest protectively. “Thank you for breaking into this particular circle to help me out. Last night spooked me more than I want to admit.”

“Did you want to talk about it? Or pretend like it never happened. I can help with either,” Jason offered.

Marinette stared at the grapes for a while without talking. Jason was certain she was about to start spiraling again when she spoke up quietly. “I was keeping an eye on my drinks. I only took my eyes off of them when I was around people I trusted and we weren’t exactly close to other people for someone to just slip something in.” She frowned and looked at nothing in particular. She poured herself a glass of water and held the rim of the glass against her lips without drinking it as she remembered the night before. “I don’t know which scares me more, that someone was that good to get it in with all of us there or…”

“That one of the people you trust might be responsible,” Jason finished for her after a few seconds of silence. When she looked up to meet her eyes, she looked so shaken and uncertain, he wanted to pull her into a tight, reassuring hug, but after the night before, he wasn’t sure a virtual stranger’s embrace would be the most reassuring. He settled for moving to lean against the counter next to her so their arms were almost touching, but she still had her personal space.

“Yeah,” she said wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing her arms.

“You think you were the intended victim?” he asked curiously. He and Tim had already discussed the night and decided that she had to be, but he was curious what her thoughts were. “You don’t think it was just opportunistic. You think whoever was with targeting you.”

She shook her head and looked down, frowning at the floor. She gripped her arms tighter. “I don’t know. I was never alone and I only drank with my friends at our own table away from other people. I mean someone at the bar could have drugged it before it was brought over when the waitress brought drinks but…”

“How would they know who it would go to,” Jason finished again. “Seems unlikely they’d risk the drug like that if they didn’t know who it would go to. If they didn’t have a plan to get the person out.”

Marinette looked up at him anxiously and nodded. She studied him for a few more seconds before she shook herself out of her daze. She looked up at him with a fake smile. “So what are you feeling for dinner? I can make some pasta. I can do stir fry. I can whip up a casserole. What do you want?”

“I’ll be happy with whatever you feel like having tonight,” he assured her with a smile.

“I don’t… really… feel like eating,” she mumbled, looking away again. “This is more something for me to focus on instead of last night.”

Jason gave her a gentle smile and lowered himself to her level, trying to gain her attention. “Look, I know you don’t know me but why don’t we order take out and we can watch a movie, or if you want to be alone, I can leave.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” she answered quickly, instantly looking over to him with a desperate look in her eyes.

Jason nodded slowly and gave her a gentle smile. He rested his hands lightly on her arms to reassure her he was there and not going anywhere unless she wanted him to. “That’s understandable. I wouldn’t want to be either. Do you want me to call Tim over? I know you probably feel safer with him and when he can’t be here in three minutes, you get a pizza.”

She gave him a wan smile. “No, I trust you. And I’m not really feeling pizza right now.”

Jason smiled back. “I want to joke and say that’s a terrible decision, but now doesn’t seem like the best time.” She gave him a deadpan look that made his grin widen. “I’ll save that for later,” he finished with a wink. His expression quickly turned serious as he watched her. “You should eat though. What kind of food do you want to try? There’s a good Indian restaurant around the corner.”

She looked away. “I don’t want to order out. I don’t want food that I…”

Jason nodded and moved closer again. “Yeah, that’s reasonable. Let’s make something together, yeah? I saw some eggs and milk in your refrigerator and there’s bread on the counter. How do you feel about breakfast for dinner? French toast sound good? I think you call it Lost Bread? And how do you feel about Clueless?”

“The movie?” she asked confused.

“Yeah, adaptation of Jane Austen’s Emma.”

“Fan of Alicia Silverstone or Jane Austen?” she teased weakly.

“Both,” Jason answered with a wink.

Marinette snickered and nodded. “That all sounds amazing.” She moved away to start getting the pan and bowls out, watching him while he got the ingredients prepared. “Thank you, Jason. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“No problem. We’ll get things figured out so you can feel safe, or at least as safe as you can feel in Gotham,” he assured her, and himself. They were going to find who drugged her and make her feel safe again. Whoever it was messed with one of Tim’s friends, one of the few he really trusted, that means whoever it was messed with his family and nobody messed with their family.

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httyd-grimmelsgirl · 3 years ago

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I Both Love and Hate The Hidden World

I've discussed how the reasoning behind sending the dragons away makes sense to me, and how Grimmel is a great but underdeveloped villain (at me). Here I am finally going to get angry with The Hidden World's writing.😊 For starters, I think fans have difficulty separating objective quality from personal enjoyment, and that's why this movie only works for so many people. That said, I will try to put my feelings aside. And I'll try to be brief.

Part 1: Third Date

I’m not gonna lie, this scene was very precious, but it lost its charm after the third watch just bc it's too long. I think they could’ve cut it a bit shorter so we could watch other important stuff, like actually developing Grimmel and fixing this messy plot.

Part 2: Armada Battle

Even when trying to enjoy this fight, it felt unfocused. I think they were trying to replicate Avatar: the Last Airbender here by having the main hero fight the main villain alone while everyone else fights a fleet (well now that I say that… nvm).

Someone points out that the fleet gets to Berk too fast, to which I agree, but what's even more amazing is the size. Look at the frame that it cuts to right after they cage the dragons. It's huge!! And crashing 3 was enough to be like "Oh, they ran off. Happily ever after." Should the Armada be there at all?😐 There are only aspects I can say are cool.

Too, the fact that Grimmel just runs off mid fight. I know he was trying to get Hiccup alone and defeat him, but why is he doing this on the other side of Berk?

Someone on Instagram said that the Berkians should have fought without their dragons, since we don’t get to see how they hold up on their own. And, in my humble opinion, they need to rewrite the entire hidden world so Hiccup and Grimmel can duel on a ship as a storm blows in. Wind blowing. Waves crashing. Dramatic score. Tell me that wouldn’t have been epic! (I know, Revenge of the Sith vibes, but still).

Part 3: Toothless' UNnnLlimmITTed pOWerrRRr

Now, I don't have to explain much. It's OP, and why does this catch Grimmel off guard? My theory is they are still evolving out of having the cloaking power, and that is why Grimmel hasn't seen it. They don't use it. And it was pulled from the writers' butts.

Too, I hate that there is a storm conveniently there to produce lightning, then it disappears.

Part 4: Things I Don’t Get About Grimmel

I've defended Grimmel like crazy on this blog, and you have all read the debates, so I'll give a rundown of the things I agree with and the things I disagree with. I agree that

Deathgripper venom serves the needs of the moment (he is never seen altering it with chemistry).

His plan is never really clear (although I first interpreted this as Grim and Hicc turning the tables on each other, things just kinda fall into place at random).

And a few others I'm forgetting at the moment.

But I disagree that he is actually stupid. Bc even if he wasn't developed well, he is still smart in many ways.

Using Deathgrippers is too convenient: yes, but they compensate for his physical limits as an older man (which is something he could plan for). I imagine he's still strong and spry, the Deathgrippers just make his job easier.

Being able to sneak into Berk wasn't too much of a stretch for me bc he is a hunter, meaning he already knows how to by pass dragons.

Meeting Stoick: I HATE this one bc it never happened. He says "your father knew OF me" not "KNEW me", meaning Stoick probably heard stories and didn't tell anyone bc killing all the Night Furies sounds less believable than I'll help you if you bow down to me.

He's stupid: No. There is plot shield moments, but that shouldn't undermine the other stuff that shows how smart he is, like how he placed the trap for Toothless (dodged with stupid luck) or teaching the warlords how to read a map.

Part 5: As Long As He’s Safe

You've heard the arguments, and made some yourselves. I think the main issue isn't that the end doesn't make sense, it's how it's executed. I could argue why dragons should've left, but that doesn't change that the writers should've made the exploration on the nose. Yes I said it, I think fans would've accepted it better if it was spelled out to them, and maybe made some mor reasons for it, bc the fan base is mostly kids/ teens, so they can't just see the hints, it has to be more than a hint. Not to insult anyone, but it has to be Zack Snyder 'Superman is Jesus' in your face for kids/teens to get it. Bc (I'm not trying to be mean) they aren't used to picking up the pieces and putting them together themselves. So in short, it's execution, not logic that makes this bad.

That's all I got.

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drowningbydegrees · 4 years ago

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This was supposed to be a Whumptober ficlet, but that is... not what happened here. Instead, I come bearing mostly fluff. Read on AO3

Jaskier makes it a whole six months past Posada before he comes to the inconvenient conclusion that this feeling stretches beyond mutually beneficial companionship. He’d kick himself for not recognizing it, except… Except that while Jaskier falls in love like breathing, it’s never like this. He’s never felt himself drawn in so thoroughly by someone else’s gravity, hopelessly stuck in their orbit. Worse still, he’s rarely loved anyone who so obviously didn’t love him back.

It’s three years after that, almost on the nose, when it dawns on Jaskier that he’s got that last part all wrong. To say that Geralt isn’t particularly talkative is a laughable understatement, but the lack of words aren’t a lack of affection. There are no terms of endearment and from Jaskier that would be quite telling, but means very little where the witcher is concerned. Geralt speaks in the way he unceremoniously dumps his cloak over Jaskier when the cold begins to creep in, in the way he often camps out in the corner of an inn to listen to songs he’s heard Jaskier sing a thousand times, in a hundred other gruff, offhanded kindnesses the witcher indulges in in the most taciturn of ways and never acknowledges.

They’re singing the same song, Jaskier recognizes eventually, but they’re on entirely different sheets of music, and that really won’t do. It’s not a seduction that the bard settles on, at least not in any traditional sense. There’s no lack of attraction (really, Jaskier is continuously baffled by how anyone could look at Geralt and not want him), but it’s background noise. He thinks of this more like finagling the two of them into some sort of harmony.

It should be a simple translation, he thinks, to convey what he means in a language Geralt might recognize. As often happens, Jaskier has a strategy. As also often happens, none of it goes to plan.

Geralt slogs back to camp like he’s carrying the whole world with him. Even from the other side of the fire with his decidedly human senses, Jaskier can tell that this is worse than usual. Before he even knows what he’s doing, Jaskier has set aside his pen and paper in favor of urging Geralt to sit.

Jaskier has often tried talking, conveying his concern or affection in the shape of words because that’s the language he knows. Geralt doesn’t speak it, or doesn’t want to. No matter how wounded he is, Geralt snaps in the face of anything like kindness. Asking to be let in turns out to be the quickest way for Jaskier to find himself pushed away. So, Jaskier doesn’t ask for Geralt to meet him halfway or to invite him to do the things he’s good at. Instead, he works with what he knows already.

Even in the waning light, the dark lines spider webbing across Geralt’s pale skin stand out. Jaskier has long since learned the cadence of Geralt’s potions because it’s always the same. There’s a sort of frenetic energy that seems determined to keep Geralt from sitting still. And then, rather rudely, all the benefits the potion bestows are yanked away. At least, this is how Jaskier imagines it to be from the way Geralt always seems to crash afterwards.

But the witcher knows this far better than Jaskier even, and he’s strategic about it. He gets wherever he plans to be long before the potion wears off. Tonight, Jaskier can already see flecks of gold in Geralt’s pitch black eyes, and so, while the witcher looks to be thankfully in one piece still, he can only assume something went very, very wrong for there to have been such a delay.

“Are you hurt?” he asks as he reaches to unfasten Geralt’s armor. Not everything the witcher hunts draws blood, after all.

“No.” It’s a single word, rough and weary, but more than Jaskier had really expected. Exhaustion is at least a less treacherous issue to deal with than injury, and Geralt really must be exhausted because he barely even glowers at Jaskier’s efforts to help.

Determined to speak in a way Geralt will understand, for once Jaskier doesn’t speak at all. Instead, Jaskier wordlessly tugs Geralt’s weapons and armor from his person far more efficiently than the witcher’s sluggish attempts would have managed. He does not allow himself to be distracted by the endearing flutter of Geralt’s eyelids as they droop only for him to try to blink them open again. He’d like to think it means something that Geralt would be this vulnerable in front of him, but that something is probably just that Geralt is far too overtaxed to fight it.

“Oh no you don’t,” Jaskier chides when he comes back from fetching their rations to find Geralt’s head drooping forward. Much as he’d like to just let Geralt sleep, he shakes the witcher’s shoulder and presses a couple of strips of jerky into his hand. “If you don’t eat something before you pass out we’ll both be sorry for it later.”

“I don’t-” Geralt starts, and it’s probably meant to be grouchy, but Jaskier can see enough of his eyes now to tell that they’re sort of crossed and unfocused.

“Yes yes. I know. You don’t need my help,” Jaskier finishes for him, shoving a waterskin at Geralt. “But you’ve got it, so let’s skip to the part where you stop complaining and let me.”

Much to Jaskier’s surprise, they do. Geralt makes a noncommittal sort of sound around a bite of jerky, but otherwise makes no attempt to shoo Jaskier away.

He’d had a plan, damn it, but Jaskier can be adaptable. He’d meant to say it with a hot dinner and maybe an equally hot bath or something. Geralt puts value on so few things that it had always been a sort of nebulous idea anyway. Instead, Jaskier says it with field rations and lukewarm drinking water. He says it with the effort it takes to lay out Geralt’s bedroll and then to bully the witcher into it. He says it by sitting nearby and keeping an eye out while Geralt drifts to sleep.

Geralt is lovely like this, in an eerie sort of way. Bit by bit, the black veins are fading and the chalky pale tone of his skin is warming, and he looks soft in the muted firelight. The frown that so often graces his lips is entirely absent, or perhaps just out of view since Geralt’s nose is all but pressed to the side of Jaskier’s thigh. Messy silver locks that have long since escaped their tie frame Geralt’s face and shoulder, like something out of a fairy tale, and surely, Jaskier thinks, no one could fault him for running his fingers through it.

It’s softer than it has any right to be, especially with the lack of care on Geralt’s part. For once it doesn’t look like someone dumped a bucket of dirt (or worse) over Geralt’s head. More importantly, the gentle scrape of Jaskier’s nails against Geralt’s scalp draws a quiet sigh from the witcher, and honestly he’s practically obligated to continue if it helps his friend sleep. It’s totally and entirely selfless, you see.

That’s he’s entirely distracted from the writing he’d meant to return to is just an unimportant detail. Jaskier might have kept on forever, but very abruptly, Geralt reaches up, trapping the bard’s wrist in his grip. It’s too well placed to be something the witcher did while dreaming or some such, and too firm to be anything but intentional anyway. Feeling rather caught, Jaskier stumbles over an attempt at an explanation. “Geralt. I- uh-”

But there’s no complaint forthcoming. Geralt doesn’t even open his eyes. He only turns his head a little, nuzzling into the palm of Jaskier’s hand. Before Jaskier can wrap his head around that, Geralt hums contentedly and presses a sleepy, feather light kiss to the bard’s skin.

It’s a soft, nothing sort of gesture, and Jaskier smiles to himself as Geralt’s grip goes slack with sleep. He frees his wrist from Geralt’s hand to smooth over the witcher’s hair once more instead. Of course he should have known Geralt was trying to make him understand too.

Message received. Jaskier allows himself a moment to watch Geralt sleep and a chaste kiss to the witcher’s temple. Still grinning like a fool, he gathers up his paper and pen and gets back to work.

Witcher Masterpost

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #gerlion #geralt z rivii #Jaskier #my fic #I'm apparently on the write all the soft things kick at the moment #geralt of rivia

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thesoulesscollection · 3 years ago

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(Request One-Shot) Being Leader Isn't Always Easy

Request: If it's okay, I'd like to see a one-shot our something with Reg or RHM please?

Now this is my first one-shot that I wrote for the fandom so bear with me if it's not too good here. As well, I'm taking my own interpretation of the characters so it may be a little 'ooc' for some.

Tw/Tags: Pre-Infiltrating The Airship, Mild Angst, Minor/Unspecified Health Issues, Background Relationships/Character(s), & No Dialogue

Softly sighing, Reginald found himself wide awake at an ungodly hour in the night with the crisp cold air breeze past his slightly flushed face, knowing better he's likely to struggle in the morning, not one to be an early riser. His right hand man, his best friend, now a doting partner than anything else wouldn't precisely enjoy seeing him look like death warmed over yet the leader in question can’t find it in him to sleep just yet. Exhaustion crept past the cracks, his body desperately crying out to return back inside where warmth resided now when outside it instead attempting to cling onto any remaining warmth given, cold nipping at his reddening face, his body shaking with the tremors. Despite the unfortunate chills traveling down his spine he remained outside standing out on the attached deck staying safely behind, leaning against the very sturdy metal railing. Light purple eyes soon turned its attention up at the midnight sky above, seeing familiar stars displaying

unique constellations that for each one he could almost easily name them without much issue.

Soon it became a comforting distraction for the tired man, his blank, almost depressed expression turned into a more pleasant look. The reason behind why he was here in the first place slowly slipped away from his mind, able to enjoy the rare moment given from such a simple activity. Left to remember an easier time he's finally able to manage the sickening, anxious feeling bubbling in his stomach to something at least more bearable. As the troublesome thoughts once were close to consuming him, the whole issue disappeared from mind. Maybe it was the naturally laid back atmosphere but he was starting to relax after hours, days constantly on his feet stressing with the clan's success on his shoulders, gaze unfocused as he laid his head weighing like it was filled with sand on the palm of his gloved hand close to drifting off.

Suddenly in an instant he's shaken back to alertness alongside the airship yet not as worse and he is in a frenzied panic then peak curiosity itself when looking down past the railing carelessly knowing it was dangerous to do so. Quickly wiping away the crust from his drooping eyes in a weak attempt to stay awake there to his bashful embarrassment there was nothing for him to worry, noting it was the large oak trees scraping the ship's bottom. Now noticing how they were still flying above the thickly settled forest borders stretching out for many miles into the unseeable distance he involuntarily relaxed with a disgruntled groan. With all the time in the world to do what he enjoys he couldn't find it in him now. Returning back to his feet on stable ground, shakily letting out a stifled breath he's been holding in the internal worries was arriving at full force like an uninvited guest.

If anyone saw what he looked like now with gelled hair left askew, messy clothes hanging off his body off that disheveled, unwell look to him they would think he was a plainly put a horrible leader not fit enough to rule. Before in the beginning he would've ignored the uneasy flutter plaguing his every waking second until this moment he couldn't do it. Once hearing the tales with nonchalance about the previous leader's painful incompetence years prior there was so much he needed to prove his worthiness. As much as he did pour out his energy, determination for the clan, giving them the magnificent airship itself, obtaining the most rarest, prized possessions in the world during their heists, and then out of this world luxuries they dish out to their members he knew likely it was to come to an end sooner or later if he didn't think on a cleverly smart approach. The Government, their worst enemy for decades, was hot on their tail, succeeding in ways the Toppats were understandably crumbling under the immense pressure.

Hushed whispers on the base from their best spies around were describing that their enemy had something they didn't have themselves that could take them down with scary ease. No surprise was to be given Reginald was scared shitless on the prospect that at any day everything he worked so hard for was going to fall apart by the seams. Then he was surely going to be labeled the worst leader ever to exist in the clan especially in blatant comparison to another, the previous who shan't be dared named unless he believes it for the unforeseen truth. However, having at least the better knowledge in the situation, quick on his feet, loyal to a fault so instead of succumbing to the fear as a spineless coward he was a leader. A determined, stubborn old man, maybe even a little pompous at best that went through so much hell already to be where he is with the scars, physically and psychologically to prove to any questioning soul he wasn't going to back down from a fight.

Who he was is Reginald Copperbottom, the best leader the Toppat clan has ever seen in a long while, the only one to bring them back to their original glory days once more showing whoever thinks otherwise wrong.

#Ask Box Is Always Open #Asks Are Always Appreciated #Anon Or Not #Thsc One-Shots #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Henry Stickmin Collection #Reginald Copperbottom #Thsc Reginald Copperbottom #Mild Angst #Open Ending #Ambiguous Ending #Infiltrating The Airship #Pre-Canon

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anonymous0writer · 5 years ago

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Dial Tones II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warnings: Alcohol use. Some bad self image. All characters have been made 18+ and for this, I imagined them in college and living on their own.

Requested: Yes!

“Omg I would love it if you wrote for the obx cast! You are such a talented writer! And you are definitely not annoying anyone with the spamming. You are filling the void during this quarantine ❤️ could I also request a songfic for JJ x reader based off 3 AM by Halsey?”

A/N: I love Halsey, and these songfics are giving me life. Ugh, I love writing based off songs sm. Also, anon, you are an angel! <3

This is really sad, like super sad I was like shit, girl you need help when writing, and the reader has kinda a lot of issues, but I was going off the lyrics.

Song lyrics look like this

Darling, I just left the bar And I've misplaced all my credit cards My self preservation and all of my reservations Are sitting and contemplatin' what to do with me, do with me

You stumble, blinded by the alcohol surging in your veins. Your hands dart out, catching your fall as you lean against the brick wall of the bar. The rough building material scratches at your hands. You take a deep breath, smiling like a fool due the one thing and one thing only. The heavy intake of sharp alcohol. Tomorrow you’d be in a world of hurt, but your brain was too muddled and everything seemed too light for you to worry about it.

At the back of your mind hung the memories and words you tried to push away so desperately. The words that made you tip the shot back a little farther. There was nothing in particular, but every relationship, every emotion hinged onto them were enough to make you want to pass out drunk.

A sob rises in your throat, but you swallow it down, your vision going blurry. The shapes of cars speeding past and the silhouettes of people blur, the edges bleeding like water to ink.

The pads of your fingers scrape against the brick, making them go raw as you stumble along the wall, fighting the sobs and the storm of feelings catching up to you. This was the exact thing you tried to hold back, but the laughs turned into cries so easily it was hard to tell which one was which.

Think I took it way too far And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

You fumbled for the keys to your car, tears burning at the back of your eyes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wince as the car’s light flashes and cut into the fog of your brain, searing through your thoughts. You took it too far this time. Drunk too much, drowned your storm of thoughts and feelings in the deeper pit. You had fallen off the edge too many times and here you were, fumbling to get the car door open just to sit in it and cry.

Of course you took it too far. Isn’t that what you always did?

My insecurities are hurting me Someone, please come and flirt with me I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine

You glared, eyebrows slanting over your eyes. Nasty thoughts relating to your body or personality attacked, burning your skin as they hit. They were like mosquitoes, nasty and just there to feed. And of course, you could only stop a few until you gave up, waking up the next morning with the aftermath marring your skin.

The mirror stared back at you, your twin glittering in the light. The girl was glaring back, equally mad about the way you looked. About the way your hips curved in the dress, and the way your stomach popped out, dress doing nothing to smooth over it.

You closed your eyes, feet curling into the carpet as you twisted around, refusing to continue searching for imperfections. You just needed to get to the club, see your friends and find a half drunk man to flirt with to forget the girl in the mirror.

I do it every time I keep on hanging on the line Ignoring every warning sign Come on and make me feel alright again

“No, don’t do it,” Kiara shook her head, watching you with saddened eyes as your phone was clutched in your hand. His familiar name and face was waiting to be summoned as your finger hovered over the call button.

Your jaw flickered as you debated. The few shots in your system said hell yes, the broken part of yourself asked to hear his words in a small voice as the sober you screamed not to. It wasn’t smart, that was sure, but you couldn't help the need to hear the gruffness of his voice when he woke up, or the softness of his voice when he was tired, or the smirk in his words as he eyed you. You felt the need to hear his voice and picture him as he talked to you, only for him to hang up too soon and a hollow feeling pooling in the cavity of your chest.

You didn’t even process it as your finger pressed on the screen and the call was dialing, waiting on the edge of your seat to see if he’d even pick up.

You ignored Kiara’s cry of protest and Sarah’s huff of pity. You didn’t want to see the look on their faces as he hung up and left you worse than before. You didn’t want to feel the way Sarah slid her arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. You didn’t want to hear the soft words from Kie’s mouth, telling you to move on and find another one. Because if you found someone else, they’d just do what every other man did. Love and leave. Love and leave. It was a vicious circle, but it was easier to fall back into the routine of drunk calling him instead of having your hope rise as you found another. So you ignored the warning signs.

You snapped back as the dial tone rang into your ear, stark and buzzing. He let it run through.

'Cause it's 3am And I'm calling everybody that I know And here we go again While I'm running through the numbers in my phone

You were seated in your bed, hair messy and clothes in disarray from the constant tossing and turning as your brain wouldn’t turn off. So you restored into what you always did. Call. Phone in front of you, screen glaring its ugly light to illuminate your face. Hands shaking as they reached for the next number. Which you paid attention to. You’d always call, still in your thoughts or exhausted when you ran through the list of numbers. But you were always alert when your finger passed over his number.

Your eyes stared so hard at the ten digits they swum across the screen. You blinked, eyelashes brushing against your pale cheeks. Your fingers reached for the call button, hands trembling like they always did this late.

The pad of your finger touched the number. Your room swelled with the ring of the dial tone, and you held your breath. Hoping.

I need it digital 'Cause, baby, when it's physical I end up alone, end up alone

“Hello?” His voice broke through the calm of your room, making your eyes dart to the screen. He had picked up.

“Hi,” Your voice rose and broke, the quiver of your hands seeping into your voice.

“Y/N.”

His voice sounded tired and disappointed. He wasn’t happy to see you calling- not like the way your heart rose when it showed he picked up. Your face fell, heart crashing into your stomach, the remainder of your barely intact heart falling to pieces, joining the graveyard of the others. You swallowed, emotions bubbling in you so fast it made you dizzy.

“I’m sorry,” You words were whispered, barely carrying through the phone meeting his ear. “I’m so sorry.”

By now you didn’t even know what you were apologizing for. Forcing him away? Calling him repeatedly? When you were drunk? When you were plagued with your own mind? For begin so easy to break? For giving him a broken heart? For not being able to love yourself no matter what anyone thought? For letting your thoughts kill you slowly? For scaring him off? No matter what it was, you were sorry.

“Stop.” He begged, and your glassy eyes snapped to the phone. Your trembling hands clenched the sheets. “Please stop. Don’t do this again.”

Another ‘sorry’ escaped your lips.

“Stop crying, Y/N. Pick yourself up. Move on. Take care of yourself and get help.” The familiar soothe of his words easing your mind and heart. Your thoughts dropped, recoiling away into the corners of your mind. Your lips parted but no words came spilling.

“You need to help yourself. You have to stop throwing yourself into relationships when you’re so broken. Y/N, please.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took in his words, letting them soak into your skin, soothing the burns of your destructive thoughts, holding up the broken parts of your heart and making you warm. The power of his voice was enough to allow you to sleep. But his voice faded and he hung up. The call ended, leaving you laying on your back, blankets surrounding you in a halo, eyes staring at your ceiling blankly. Breathes pulling and exiting your chest, making a soft hum in the dead quiet of your darkened room.

Loving someone in the real light. Physically, mentally- that was hard. Digitally was easier, allowing you to have some distance. Phone calls and texts allowed you to not throw your shit on them. No matter what you did. No matter the calls or the hugs- you always ended up in your room, breathing shallow and wall the only thing entertaining. You always ended up alone.

Every night I wanna live in color through a white-blue screen I got a technicolor vision going vivid in my white-blue jeans I know it's complicated 'cause everyone that I've dated Says they hate it 'cause they don't know what to do with me, do with me

Nights were the best and worst. Early nights, where you danced your feet sore, sang your throat raw and drank your brain fuzzy. But late nights were the opposite. Staring the ceiling until your eyes unfocused, listening to the stuffy silence, the dial tone ringing in your ears along with the countless calls not taken.

But tonight was a good night. Kie and Sarah were with you, laughter and fun in higher doses than the alcohol. You three were crammed into the dance floor, the music so loud it was practically pulsing through the floor, making the vibrations shiver in your bones.

The lights of the club were alive and bright, the colors flashing and moving to the beat of the music, casting shadows and lights across your skin. Red and blue and then purple danced across your body, chased by the slashes of orange and the dots of yellow.

You loved living like this, the beat of the music in your bones, the colors of the lights flashing across your skin in wild patterns. When you danced with your best friends, laughter loud and smiles true bright.

But you usually weren’t like this. You liked the calm of the take out sitting on your balcony and staring at the city. You were complicated and what you liked changed all the time. You would want to stay out all night for a second, and the next you’d want to curl up in bed and watch movies. Your mind flipped and switched constantly, confusing the boys in your life. You were complicated. And they hated it. Hated the way you changed your mind and were so broken. And they made sure you knew it. They didn’t know what to do with your changing mind and dark thoughts and broken heart. So they did what the last one did. Left.

I need it digital 'Cause baby when it's physical I end up alone

You smiled softly, your tears drying and the edges of your mouth tilting up. You sniffle and listen to the video over, hands easing in their constant shaking. You closed your eyes, listening to the hum of his laugh and the crinkle of his eyes as he grinned. You opened your eyes again, watching the clip with a bittersweet taste on your tongue.

The camera flipped and dropped as his arms encircled your waist, pulling you into his lap as you giggled.

“JJ!” Your voice was high and bursting with joy. His face was lost into the crook of your neck, and when he looked up, his eyes found the camera.

Your breath shortened at the light hitting his eyes and lighting up the cerulean color. His eyes were beautiful.

The boy reached forward, “Are you taping me, baby?” You giggled and tried to wiggle out of his grip.

You jumped up, and the boy pouted. “Where you goin’, pretty girl?”

“I have your gift!” You grinned, and the camera showed off JJ, his hair somewhat tamed and his lips tugging into a grin.

The camera flashed as you quickly got the small, gray box. You shoved the small gift into his hands and urged him to open it.

“Open it, J!” You urged, the camera still focused on him and his anticipated reaction. You held your breath as his quick hands worked on the ribbon. It came undone, falling to the floor as the boy eased the box open.

In it lay a shark tooth necklace, carefully coiled. JJ’s grin widens, splitting across his face and you clap your hands, the camera shaking.

“Do you like it?” You ask as his fingers undo the tight coil and play with the beads. His eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Of course. I love it.” He grins and loops the necklace around his neck.

You close your eyes as the video continues, loud laughter and admiration from the blue eyed boy playing loudly. You soak in the loud laughter of a happier time. You wonder briefly if he still wears the necklace, or if he even still has it. You’d given it to him after he admitted how ‘badass a shark tooth would look’ around his neck.

You open your eyes, a small tear trickling from your eye and making a small river down the plain of your cheek. Your eyes find the video, where it stops on JJ’s face, grin wide and teeth flashing, eyes lit by the sunlight and a new necklace worn proudly around his throat.

You stare at it, marveling over that time.

He really was everything.

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biclarisselarue · 5 years ago

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hello loml :’) for the asks - can i please get a percabeth (your fav hehe) for a 6. coffee shop!au, 1. friends to lovers, and 32. “shut up for a second, will you?” BUT it’s percy saying that to annabeth hehe love you grace

It’s 7 am, and Percy is not looking at the door. Neither is he waiting to hear the chime of it opening while cleaning the counter space. And his whole body definitely hasn’t suddenly gone tense, heart beating a little faster, and palms getting slightly sweaty because it’s 7 am on a Tuesday morning and that’s always when—

Ding.

His head whips up to see a familiar student pushing her way into the shop, dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt with her hair pulled into a messy ponytail, ready for the morning class that he knows is at 7:30 am in the building right across from the coffee shop because she complains about how early it is almost every week.

“Morning, Annabeth.” He grins widely as she simply grunts a quiet hello back at him, eyes still a little bleary and unfocused. “Looks like you really need this today.”

She takes the waiting cup from him gratefully and takes a sip before pulling out her wallet to pay, sighing contentedly. “When do I not?” As always, she drops an extra five dollars into the tip jar.

“Up late studying for your final?” Percy steadfastly ignores the fact that maybe it’s a little unusual that he knows so much about the personal life of one of the shop’s regulars. That’s a lot easier to ignore than Rachel’s pointed eyebrow raise from beside him at least.

It’s with a sheepish grin and another sip of coffee that Annabeth replies, “Maybe.”

A quick look outside shows nobody approaching and since there’s nobody inside the shop other than the three of them, Percy has no issues with leaning against the counter and focusing all of his attention on the woman he’s had a slight crush on for the past five months. It’s because of this focus that he notices the tension to her forehead as she looks down at the side of her coffee where he’s written Nerd <3 in a large, messy scrawl. She’s smiling, but her hands are tense around the cup.

“Hey, you’re going to do great, okay? I’ve seen you through this whole semester, and you’ve done amazing in every single thing the prof has thrown at you.”

Annabeth looks back up at him, but the tension in her body only seems to intensify. She glances briefly at Rachel, who seems to get some kind of hint and disappears into the back room, then back to Percy. Her fingers drill nervously against the side of the blue compostable cup.

“Percy, I was wondering if you’d want, maybe, since this is my last class, right, so I won’t really be needing to come to this side of campus anymore, but I was thinking, well, hoping, that you’d want to, if you’d like to, um, go on a date with me sometime?” Her words speed up as she keeps talking, so much so that he almost misses the actual question.

“Uh,” he says helpfully, still trying to process what’s happening. Should he pinch himself? Is this some practical joke her and Rachel had planned?

Her cheeks turn pink slightly, and she shifts on her feet. “You don’t have to say yes! I know that I’ve been coming in here a lot, and you might feel obligated to agree because you have to be nice to the customers, but if you say no, I won’t be offended or mad, and I’ll keep coming here and this wouldn’t affect how I tip or anything, though I’d probably avoid your shift times.” She laughs nervously and opens her mouth again to keep talking, looking more uncomfortable by the second.

“Wait, shut up for a second, will you?” Her mouth snaps shut with a slight click, even as her eyes narrow. Percy scrubs a hand over his face and through his hair, finding it harder and harder to keep a stupid grin from forming. “I mean, sorry, I just.” Deep breath, Percy. “I would love to go on a date with you sometime, but I was starting to get worried you wouldn’t give me the chance to say yes.”

“Right, sorry.” Her smile takes on that slightly sheepish quality again, and he has to force himself to not get too distracted by how cute she looks. “So, um, that is a yes though, right?”

He nods. “Yeah, that’s a yes.” They stand there, grinning foolishly at each other, both a little flushed.

Rachel comes pushing through the back door, waving her phone at them. “Annabeth, you’re going to be late for your exam— you know, the final one! I’ve got your number, I’ll send it to Percy and make sure he plans something great, now go before you scare all the other customers off with your gross eye contact.” Percy tries to shove her, rolling his eyes, but she simply dodges his attempt and points at the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” Annabeth laughs, still looking at Percy, and lifts her coffee cup up in a mock cheer as she starts to walk towards the door. “See you later then. For our date.”

He repeats it, face getting sore from the smile that seems to have permanently lodged itself on his face. “For our date.”

Rachel laughs at the both of them and calls out as Annabeth slips out the entrance. “Good luck!”

#akjsdhjka i love you dil thank u for indulging me #this rotted my teeth as i wrote it it's so soft and sweet #my fave kind of percabeth #apart from angst ofc lol #i hope you like it babe!!#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #fic #text #ask #my ramblings

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moonlitmessages · 4 years ago

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Reasons I think Saeyoung has ADHD

- Messy house. Hard to keep it clean. Everything just kinda piles up and he relies on Vanderwood to not live in a pig sty.

- He says early in his route (day five first story mode I think. When Vanderwood is first introduced) he says that Dr. Pepper helps him focus. He drinks it and gets super focused, but then the mess piles up even more because of the soda cans.

- Super smart, especially about very specific niches. I mean he's smart in general but also has his Thing™ (this can be applied to both ADHD and the autistic spectrum. )

- Insomnia. This is part of his work obviously as well but he's clear about the fact that his sleep schedule is hecking out of whack.

- Can't focus?? Let's do everything besides the thing we need to do. Even though it will do nothing to help the situation at hand.

- Cars. Going nyoom down the road could help with stimulation and sensory issues that come with ADHD. Something about the speed just makes it make sense.

- Hyperfocus. "Don't bother me I'm trying to work". Being so focused on work that he doesn't take the time to really even order a hot meal. Forgets to eat and sleep sometimes because of it. (a lot of instances it's simply that he CAN'T or he won't meet deadlines too so that also has to be kept in mind). Building robots out of thin air too is an example.

- Inattentive. When not super focused its almost like a disinterest in anything. His focus is on MC? Well gotta do something for MC. She'll like a flamethrower pup. That will keep her safe. Wait no it wont...I thought it would tho. Gotta work!! No but MC isn't safe. (Inattentive to his work cause super focused on MC)

Symptoms of ADHD include:

Disorganization

- This goes along with the messy house. There’s a picture where he’s shown surrounded by chip crumbs. Vanderwood claims that his couch smells like soda. There are likely aspects in which he can actually be quite organized, but those would likely be in reference to his job, and computer/automotive repair.

Lack of focus

- This happens a little bit through different routes, where he complains about not being able to focus and doing some procrastinating, but for the most part the biggest example is the very beginning of his route where his focus is faltered because his mind is on MC. While that is a normal reaction to have for anyone regarding what was going on, it can’t be ignored that 1.) He WAS unfocused to the point he couldn’t do anything besides worry, or work on things that ‘Could help protect MC” regardless of if they were useful or not. and 2.) Dr. Pepper is part of the reason he is able to focus on things when he DOES focus. He says this himself in the first story-mode for his route. That he drinks it, then gets super focused. Caffeine has been proven to actually help the ADHD brain focus.

Act or speak without thinking

- “Im leaving the RFA”, breaking the RoboCat, and some of his procrastinating during his route could be considered put into this category. Also, I know he is by all technicalities saying things with thought in regard to MC when he’s saying hurtful stuff, however I still think it could be put in here because while it was said with the thought “I want to make sure MC stays away from me so she will be safe,” it’s without thinking about how he feels/what he wants and he ends up regretting it down the road.

Restlessness

- Lets see, he has trouble focusing and when he can’t focus he ends up doing other stuff to keep his hands and mind busy. He has sleep troubles. I doubt he can sit still very easily if he isn’t super-focused on something life-or-death and/or a special interest. A good example could once again be the robo-animals he built. His focus was somewhere else, there’s little he can do to remedy the situation, he gets restless and tries to occupy himself with something he CAN focus on.

Difficulty coping with stress

- Source: His Whole Route

Mood Swings

- What I’m seeing as mood swings could also just easily be his stress and anxiety in the situation during his route causing him to bounce back and forth/ the mask he tries to put up to protect MC from getting involved with him being thrown up when he feels like he’s letting her to close. But nonetheless there are points where he will just seem sad and melancholy then get angry.

Anxiety

- I mean idrk how to explain this one for him, I don’t necessarily think that he has social anxiety, but maybe general anxiety (tho I’m not really sure how to explain how I see that in him) but regardless when he does experience pressure, he seems to have heightened anxiety levels. It just makes sense in my head so take this one a little lighter than the others.

Low self esteem

- ‘I’m not a good person” “Why do you like me?” I would say that when it comes to his looks he’s fairly confident. But when it comes to his personality (I mean he has a whole identity crisis) and actions, it’s a whole other story. He puts himself down a lot because he genuinely thinks that he doesn’t deserve MC and that she should be with someone better than him.

Impulsiveness

- Again, breaking Robocat. Felt impulsive and done without thought. His car rides could also be considered impulsive depending on how risky and speedy they may be. I recall at one point he texts MC while driving.

Trouble controlling anger

- Source: His Whole Route

Procrastination

- I feel like I keep bringing up the robo animals a lot, but they were also a form of procrastinating his work. (I suppose there are a lot of things that could be tied to those animals then, or maybe I’m just reading to deep into things). Uhm, idk I can’t think of anymore examples atm, and I know he tries not to procrastinate super important stuff. I feel like if I were to play the game again (it’s been a couple weeks) I would be able to find more examples for this even on a minor scale. Sometimes him teasing Yoosung could be seen as both him trying to relieve some stress and put off doing his work.

~•⭐ D e p r e s s i o n ⭐•~

- Yes I know his depression comes from trauma and abuse. However ADHD overlaps with different disorders quite commonly. A lot of his ADHD symptoms overlap with depression as well, such as the disorganization, mood swings, and insomnia. And depression can very often accompany ADHD too just simply due to the fact that mental illnesses do tend to come in multiples, and also the ADHD itself can be a contributor to depression.

Those are 12 different signs that he might have ADHD...and of course I’m no doctor. Everything that I listed were things that I found through an attempt to analyze him and his route, and online research regarding ADHD. I’m sure there are things I might have over-analyzed and taken some things out of context as it has been a couple weeks since I finished his route...So feel free to add your own thoughts/opinions, regardless of if you think I’m right or wrong. This has been in my drafts for a while and I finally got it finished and will likely go through editing later but I want to post it now. If anything is hard to understand let me know and it will get fixed to the best of my ability.

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sombreboy · 4 years ago

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Love Maze »22

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 8.8k ▎ ch.warnings: profanity, chaotic humor, unhealthy drinking habits, drinking, talk of anxiety, koo has a mild anxiety attack, angst, fluff tae is the best bf i busted at least 3 uwus editing this, dirty talk, public bathroom fucking and koo is somewhat of an exhibitionist, in this chapter I present dom!koo and sub!tae but tae is also a damn brat smh (they switchin it up often lmao), I had second hand embarrassment during the sudden daddy kink but here we go enjoy it's kind of hot, DADDY kink, oral, anal (PLEASE USE LUBE IRL THIS IS FICTION WHY WOULD YOU EVEN--), tae's muscle kink shines through, soft fluffy rotten sweetness. ok that's it I think; post.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

The following day was spent chilling around the apartment; playing video games, cuddling, until it was time to start getting ready for the sudden dinner that came about yesterday. Luckily everyone was free despite the short notice. They were out the door soon after, coincidentally bumping across Namjoon and Jisoo at the same time. The pair seemed overly excited, which only rubbed off on Taehyung’s much more composed persona. The elder was excited, but the thought of yesterday’s findings were still fresh. He did a decent job of masking it, though. Tonight was going to be a great night.

So far, Tae was right. As he sat around a dimly lit table surrounded by their chatty friends, Taehyung felt at ease. The sound of the grill’s light sizzling served as background noise.

“So yeah, she finally let me fondle her boobs.” Hoseok mumbled through a mouthful of meat, the alcohol in his system making him all the more shameless. “I love her to pieces, sex is not all I think about. But.. you know. I’m a guy with needs.”

Taehyung chuckled, bringing up a glass of water to his parched mouth.

“Kook, why are you not drinking?” Jimin noticed, filling up a glass for the younger. “Let loose, come on!”

Jungkook chewed his spoonful of rice, his doe eyes had been glancing at the others drinks more than he should've. He swallowed tightly, bumping his fist on his chest to make sure it went down properly. And conveniently, the drink Jimin poured him seemed awfully alluring. ''Ah, well...'' Kook glanced over at Taehyung for a split second, shrugging. It was a special occasion after all, one drink couldn't hurt. He would drink responsibly. ''Yeah, why not.'' He grabbed his glass and slowly brought it to his lips, tilting his head back to get a taste. Why was it like an itch in his soul was being scratched the very second he swallowed down the bitter drink? No matter, it was just this once.

“Tae, earth to Tae. I wasn’t done,” a tipsy Hoseok repeatedly tapped on the younger’s shoulder, not too thrilled that Taehyung shifted his focus to something else. Jungkook, to be more specific. Taehyung attentively watched him down most of the strong drink in one go, pausing his eating to keep a close eye on Kook, one hand softly caressing the younger’s rigid thigh from underneath the table.

“Taehyung, are you alright?” Since she was sat right across from him, Jisoo had a proper view of Tae’s worried antics.

“Huh? Sorry, yeah. I am.” He quietly sighed, trying to not be affected by the loud, famished gulps coming from beside him. Despite the younger telling him that there was nothing to worry about, Tae had a hard time believing him.

“Anyways—“

“Hoseok, we don’t want to hear about your sex life.” Yoongi hissed once he sat down his empty glass. “my bad, your nonexistent sex life.”

Jin laughed, but stopped just as quickly when Hoseok turned to glare at him. Taehyung would’ve laughed as well if he wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts, but it seemed impossible to think of anything else. Jungkook was several drinks down at this point, obviously not keeping his initial promise to himself of 'just one drink'. But it was fine, he wasn't out of control. He knew what he was doing. At least that's what he thought, but then again; he was visibly drunk at this point. Kook listened in on his hyungs antics, paying only half of his attention at them, the main focus being how fucking good he felt, simply embracing the simplicity of feeling numb. Every single worry he'd had the past few months were finally being drowned by the alcohol in his system. Kook downed the last of his drink, his hazy eyes glancing over at his boyfriend. Taehyung is so gorgeous, it was all he wanted to focus on.

''Hey...'' He leaned in close, breath laced with the strong scent of alcohol that fanned Taehyung's ear as he spoke into it. ''You look really pretty in that tan you've worked up.''

Simply because Taehyung wasn’t surprised didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed. At the rate Jungkook kept pouring his own drinks, Tae saw this coming; the slurred speech, his constricted pupils— everything. “Jungkook, you’re drunk.” The elder muttered, not used to seeing his boyfriend in such a messy light. Before, Kook rarely got wasted. Was there some sort of pain the younger was experiencing? Something that made him want to feel absolutely nothing? “Here, have my water.” Taehyung knew Jungkook was already in too deep, but he wanted to help the only way he knew how.

“Damn, Jungkook’s drunk already?” Jin arched a brow, seeing Tae attempt to make his boyfriend drink a glass of cold water. The elder didn’t answer him, internally questioning if it wasn’t already obvious enough. Of course Jungkook was drunk, the strong liquor exuding from the barely conscious male was pungent.

Jungkook grabbed the glass of water, taking a gulp of it before realizing that it was just that; water. He frowned, putting the glass back down on the table. He wasn't that drunk-- in his own opinion. ''mm fine,'' He slurred, eyes unfocused as they flickered between his hyungs, looking for one thing only; another drink. He was in control, he was fine. ''I want more soju--'' He whined, reaching for one unopened bottle on the table to grasp it in his hand.

Taehyung’s instincts were quick to latch his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist, stopping him from reaching towards another enticing bottle of the heavily loved beverage. “Kook, I think you’ve had enough..” Taehyung mumbled, standing up from his spot and swinging one of his boyfriend’s arms around his shoulders, steadying him on his wobbly feet. He was wasted. Just how many more drinks did he sneak in?

“Leaving already?” Jisoo’s brows frowned, pouting her lips once Tae answered her with a short nod of his head.

“Yeah, he’s out of it.” The elder sighed in defeat, reaching for his car keys in the front pocket of his pants before bidding goodbye to their friends.

“Kook, come on. Help me out here.” Taehyung grunted as he practically dragged him outside, receiving a series of dirty glances from a few tables. He guessed it was a bit off seeing this in a somewhat fancy place, but Tae didn’t care. All he cared about was getting Jungkook into his car without any scratches. And that’s what he did. Once he’d buckled in his sweaty boyfriend, Taehyung walked over to the other side before plopping down on the driver’s seat.

“Jungkook, what the hell is going on..?” He brushed away the strands of hair that stuck on to the younger’s forehead, a buildup of concern accumulating in his chest. Jungkook leaned back against the headrest with a sigh, the sweat on his temples catching strands of his dark hair. His eyes were glazed over with his drunken haze, the initial good feeling subsiding as he heard more clearly than Taehyung was not happy. It's crazy how alcohol could swing your mood into a totally different direction of emotions, amplifying them a tenfold. He started to feel like shit.

"Nothings going on.." Koo attempted, but it wasn't convincing, his voice unstable. Kook's gaze was fixed on the nothingness in front of him, and he felt the worries he'd been trying to momentarily stomp down creep up on him in the form of anxiety. He'd had issues with his anxiety attacks every now and then-- even Tae had seen it first hand once. Maybe twice. But since Jungkook had found out that drinking did help, it felt like a remedy he'd grown attached to. Even if it was just temporary. But now, it just felt like he fucked up. He couldn't even hold his promise to himself of not drinking for one day. One fucking day. Kooks breathing quickened as he wasn't sure what to do or say, the confined space suddenly felt suffocating, eyes flickering between objects in the car while clawing at his thighs. "Shit..."

“Jungkook, hey..” Taehyung’s warm hand slid down to caress Jungkook’s cheek, the sweat on the younger’s pale skin making his thumb’s glide close to effortless. “Baby, take a deep breath.” His other hand reached for his boyfriend’s strained one, pressing a hint of pressure on Jungkook’s lap to stop it from bouncing in place. Hating seeing the younger in such a helpless state, Tae leaned forward to engulf him in his arms, cupping the back of Jungkook’s head with his palm. “Kook, I’m worried. Really fucking worried...” He mumbled against the boy’s temple, tightly closing his eyes whilst he listened to his boyfriend’s breathing slowly go back to normal. Still, Jungkook was far from ‘normal’.

Something was off, and it killed Taehyung not knowing.

Jungkook's shaky breath slowed down to what was deemed mostly normal, his hands immediately switching from clawing his thighs to grasping Taehyungs shirt. Pressing his body closer, he felt himself calm down further, the slow spin of his drunken state causing his body to want to rock back and forth-- but keeping himself in place through Tae. Kook pressed his forehead against the elders shoulder, taking one deep breath after the other. This was embarrassing as fuck. "I wanna go home..." He didn't want to talk yet. Not here, not now. He knows if he was pressured further, he'd spill too much, and the last thing he wanted was to worry his boyfriend further. Although, it seemed a bit too late for that. Maybe he just... should say something. "I'm just really stressed out lately..."

Taehyung wanted to ask him.. to dig deeper into what was causing the clear signs of stress but he bit down on his tongue. Jungkook was in no position to go into specifics, and Tae was going to respect that no matter his urges. “Yeah, let’s go home.” With one last squeeze to the younger’s thigh, Taehyung turned his keys before driving off to the one place they both needed— especially Kook. The younger desperately needed a good night’s sleep, and some aspirin.

As they finally arrived at home, Jungkook was guided by his boyfriend up the tedious stairs. By the time they arrived in the apartment, Jungkook had sobered up just a smidge, just enough to be able to walk on his own, even if it was a bit unsteady. ''Thanks babe.'' he muttered, leaning in to place a lazy kiss on his cheek before trying to walk without help, managing enough as he headed towards the kitchen, kicking off his shoes on the way. He felt sweaty, running his fingers through his hair, fucking exhausted.. He opened the fridge out of habit, this time looking for anything but a drink, sighing when all he was met by was the alcohol. He closed it rather harshly before opting for a glass of water from the tap, keeping one hand on the sink as he chugs it down.

“Here, take this with it.” Taehyung handed Kook an aspirin he’d rummaged for in the pantry, running his hand through Jungkook’s noticeably sweaty hair, gently untangling the small knots that’d formed from how many times the younger’s fingers had swam past it. “Baby, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” With that being said, the elder slowly led his boyfriend to their shared bedroom, urging him to lay down on the edge of the bed whilst Tae worked on discarding Jungkook’s clothing. He pulled off his uncomfortable pants, leaving Kook in his pair of briefs without nothing on top. Quickly, Taehyung jumped in bed with the younger after he’d taken off his own attire, wanting nothing more than to feel their skin press up against one another from under the protective blanket. “Are you comfortable there? Or do you need me to move.” The elder asked, one of his hands resting atop Jungkook’s slightly rhythmical, broad chest as he leveled himself up on his elbow, staring down at his boyfriend with concern in his sharp eyes. “Jungkook, whatever’s stressing you out.. we’ll get through it together. Your problems are my problems.” Tae pressed a smooch on the boy’s sweaty cheek, allowing his sober lips to linger for a second too long.

Jungkook closed his eyes to cherish the soft kiss on his cheek, but his eyebrows were drawn together due to the clashing thoughts in his mind. "This is fine. Please stay close." He meekly replied, opening his eyes to glance at Tae through his hazy vision. The tenderness of his boyfriend was nice, and it made him feel at ease. Normally, the elder never knew what to say; but this time he said everything that was necessary for the younger to feel his walls crumble down. "I'm sorry... the past few months have been shit for me." Kook confessed suddenly, his chest heaving up and down as he placed his hand on his stomach, nervously rubbing at his clammy skin. "I barely afford my rent, using up my savings to keep this place while looking for a job every single day.. I was tired..am tired, and my anxiety got worse..." he glanced at Taehyung again with his glassy doe eyes. "I didn't want to worry you. And the drinking..." he rambled, mixing his thoughts together as he tried to speak, stumbling over his words, "it helped to ease my nerves."

Jungkook’s over the place ranting was what Taehyung needed to hear. He desperately sought for a reason that’d explain to him why his boyfriend had been acting a little off the last few days; why he’d been reaching for the nearest bottle instead of his phone. Tae felt guilty that he couldn’t be of much help; he was a phone call away but alcohol always did a better job of numbing one’s emotional pain. Taehyung’s shitty, cliché phrases of comfort didn’t compare. Perhaps what’d scared him the most was the brief mention of Jungkook’s worsening anxiety. He knew just how bad the younger’s anxiety attacks could get. On those rare occasions, Tae always knew how to properly calm his boyfriend down whenever he went through an episode of intense fear. The elder would gently rock him back and forth, whisper soothing words into his ear, and walk to the nearby store to get him a banana milk. Now that he was away, Jungkook was going through all of this shit by himself. If he was there, he’d be able to work and provide for him. His boyfriend wouldn’t be feeling this way.

Maybe it was selfish that he’d left..

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” Taehyung clenched his jaw, refusing to acknowledge the light shine of tears in his eyes. “Fuck, I can’t help but worry about you, you know..? And now that— Shit, I don’t know, I wish I could do something to help. Just, whenever you feel this way, please call me? Any time, I don't care. I'm here for you."

Jungkook remained silent for a moment to process Taehyung's words, a small smile growing on his lips, contrasting the tear glazed eyes. ''Okay.'' He rolled over to his side to face his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the elders waist to pull him closer. They didn't have much time left until Tae left again for another few months-- and just the thought alone was terrifying. He didn't want to be without his one source of calmness in this entire mess called his life. ''Thank you... I will call you..'' he scuffed closer, trying to feel Tae as much as possible, not caring about his sweaty skin sticking to the other males, ''I love you.''

“Love you too.” Whenever Taehyung said that to him, he meant it with his fucking heart. It’s because of Jungkook that his life is far from dull, far from unbearable. He’s matured so much, and he owes it all to the man next to him. “It’s crazy how much I love you..” Tae mindlessly thought out loud, delicate fingers fumbling with the silver loop in one of Jungkook’s ears. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you— well, except my mom, but..” He sighed, forcing on a small smile to not kill the mood completely. “I’m gonna marry you one day. That’s a promise.” Taehyung couldn’t hold it in. “The moment it’s legalized, I’m gonna marry you.”

Jungkook swore his heart either stopped or skipped a beat as soon as Taehyung's words left his mouth.

The younger honestly never thought those words would ever be heard from Tae. But just the thought of being bound together for the rest of their lives... sounded nothing short of perfect. They were practically glued to each other already. ''Yeah?'' Jungkook's smile was beaming, the familiar bunny teeth on display as he leaned in to press his smiling lips on Taehyung's, ''I can't wait to marry you then. '' The idea of marriage had never really struck the younger previously, but he knew one thing for sure; if he was marrying anybody in his lifetime, it'd be Kim Taehyung. ''I love you,'' Jungkook repeated as he moved back to his original position on his back, sighing in content. ''I'm so lucky to have you...'' He mumbled, feeling his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, murmuring affectionate nothings until he eventually falls asleep.

“I think I got everything.” Taehyung mumbled more so to himself, looking over at Jungkook once more to reassure him that everything was going to be fine. His boyfriend’s anxiety was off the roof. “Babe, I’ll be—“

A nasally voice in the blaring announcements cut him short, “Due to weather conditions, flight number BA2490 set to depart to San Jose, California will be delayed for an hour. We apologize for the sudden change of plans, as the safety of our passengers is top priority.”

Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook. “Well, guess we’re stuck together for one more hour.” He was happy, the more time he got to spend with Kook the better. “Wanna get something to eat? Anything to be close to you.”

Jungkook's pounding heart suddenly felt at ease at the extra hour provided, his wide grin growing as he clung to Taehyung's arm. ''Sure, let's eat... But I really have to use the bathroom first.'' He pulled the elder with him to follow, heading inside the bathroom stalls that were surprisingly empty. Letting go of Tae, he headed into one of the stalls and closed the door behind him. ''Stay guard, these doors are unreliable as hell.'' He snickered, the echoing sound of the younger undoing his zipper striking the tiled room.

“Hmkay.” Taehyung lazily leaned his back against the door, pulling out his phone to tap on the first game he saw. “What do you feel like eating? This airport’s big as hell.” The slashing sounds coming from his speaker echoed throughout the surprisingly empty bathroom, as well as his deep curses underneath his breath. “Shit, I totally had that guy! What the fuck.” Tae was heavily engrossed in his addicting game, oblivious to the sound of the toilet flushing whilst his thumbs moved to the speed of lightning, trying to sneak in a win before they ate lunch.

All while Jungkook stood in the bathroom stall, he listened to Taehyung spit out curse after curse at his games, the occasional groan and sigh in frustration hitting a part of the younger that he didn't exactly recognize. It wasn't pure lust, nor pure feelings; but a heavy mix of the two. He was gonna miss Tae so much. He'd miss hearing the constant foul words thrown in random directions at useless things, he'd miss the random snarky comment about any of Jungkook's shenanigans. He fucking loved him so much.

"Tae..." Jungkooks voice had lowered several octaves at this point as he peeked out the stall door, waiting for his boyfriend to approach. The elder did, phone still tightly in his hands as he mindlessly walked closer to Kook. "Hey," Jungkook opened the door further to allow himself to reach out with a strong arm to grab Taehyung by the collar to roughly pull him inside, pushing his boyfriend's back against the door to slam it shut, pressing his muscular body against Tae's with both his palms firmly pressed adjacent to the elders head in a caging manner. He took a moment to just stare into his boyfriends confused eyes, giving him a small smile before leaning in to press their lips together in a needy kiss.

Taehyung’s perplexed persona diminished the moment Jungkook’s lips clashed against his with a force so strong it had him whining into the kiss, hands instinctively clinging on to his boyfriend’s shirt to keep himself balanced.

‘Oh, so that’s what he wants.’

The elder didn’t need to verify to know what was going on, or what Kook had in that mind of his. The latter’s sexual hormones were off the roof, and their desperate make out session was only the beginning. “Baby, hmm..” As quickly as he pulled away, Taehyung went in for seconds, and thirds, possibly fourths until he rested his forehead against Jungkook’s, the love in his eyes overflowing for the man in front of him. “Fuck me.” Tae breathed out, a hue of red washing over his face. “I wanna remember the shape of your cock, fuck, just.. wanna feel it really deep inside of me. Want you to wreck me..” He bit back a pathetic moan at the mere thought, “can you do that and more, baby? Shit.. I really wanna hear you talk me through what you’re gonna do to me..”

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed with his breathy, raspy voice, "wanna shove my cock so deep inside your tight ass..." he pauses to groan quietly when his hands roamed down to snake underneath the elders shirt, smoothing his warm hands up his soft stomach, "over and over until your insides are ruined. You will still feel me all the way back on that plane." Kook moans shamelessly, trailing possessive kisses and lovebites down Taehyung's neck. His hands travel back down to impatiently undo his boyfriends pants, his own never buttoned up from using the bathroom. He peels Tae's pants down along with his underwear, granting the younger access to grasp his fat length, giving it a few tasteful pumps. "Gonna make you cum so much on this filthy floor just by how well I'm gonna fuck you.. sound good?.. first, on your knees baby. Get me nicely hard and wet for you."

“You’re already hard and wet for me..” A sly smirk tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips once he’d annoyingly corrected Jungkook, wanting to be a brat before he became his possessive boyfriend’s play toy. However, the bulge poking at the younger’s pants shut him up real quick. “Sounds fucking amazing.” At the same time he gradually leveled down to his knees, Taehyung’s hands flirtatiously slid down from Jungkook’s strong chest to his thighs, where he looked up at the younger with innocent eyes. “So hard..” He lightly squeezed at his clothed cock, rubbing at the sensitive spot with his palm. “I want my insides ruined, yeah.. fuck that’s hot. Wanna have a big limp by the end of it too..” The greedy elder leaned in to press open mouthed kisses along the significant bulge, wetting the fabric of Jungkook’s jeans. When he was pleased, Tae pulled down his boyfriend’s pants and boxers in one go, nearly getting dick-smacked in the process. He placed a sweet kiss onto the same swollen tip that’d be recklessly fucking into his guts, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Kook from his spot on the dirtied ground. After spitting into his large hand, Taehyung eagerly wrapped his fingers around the thick girth, starting to pump his boyfriend at a slow pace. “So hard...”

"Fuck, yes... I'm so hard for you, my cock is aching.." Jungkook voiced out his pleasures, amplifying his words with a breathy moan the second he felt the welcoming warmth of Tae's hand firmly wrapped around him. "You make me feel so good, always-- I bet your little hole is clenching around nothing for me, Tae." Kook breathes out, suddenly much more vocal than he normally would be in real life. His conversational dirty talk reminded them more of their FaceTime sessions, where all they had was visuals and words. Mixing his talent for words with the real thing? It felt really fucking good. Jungkook towered over his boyfriend, leaning his palms against the stall door as he looked down at the way Tae eagerly stroked his cock, the tip already providing a slick sound to ease the glide.

“Hmm.. it’s clenching hard..” Taehyung bit down on his lip, curling his long fingers tighter around Jungkook’s wet cock, smoothing his hand over from the base to the tip. “Feel that, baby? I’m even tighter.. even warmer.” Tae picked up his speed, still staring up at his boyfriend with fake innocence swirling within his hooded eyes. “Fuck I’m clenching so hard.. wanna fuck your cock ‘till it goes limp...”

Taehyung's filthy words draw a series of hissed curses from the younger's lips, his hips twitching before he vaguely fucks into Tae's hand for more friction. ''Shit.... Get up, I want to fuck you.'' Kook announces his needs, taking a step back as he uses his strong hands to grab his boyfriend by the shoulders to pull him up on his feet. Swiflty, he turns Taehyung around and pushes his chest against the stall door, one hand firmly pressing on his back to keep him still while the other tugs at his boyfriends pants to pull them down, exposing his firm, yet plump ass. ''Pretty, my pretty baby.'' Jungkook cooes, both his hands now smoothing down Taehyung's back until they land on the fleshy part of his ass to squeeze, ''Want me to stretch you baby?''

“Y-yes.. please,” the elder squeaked out, naughtily wiggling his exposed ass as an invitation to his fleshy, snug insides. “Stretch me out good.. daddy.” God, Taehyung wanted to smack himself at that moment. Why the hell would he call Jungkook that? He was thankful his heaving chest was pressed up against the door, Tae’s face was beat red and he’d rather die than look into his boyfriend’s doe eyes after what he’d whined out. “Put it in, please..” Both of his hands unglued themselves from the stall door, instead reaching down to spread his cheeks, giving Jungkook a wide, intimate view of what he was missing out on.

Jungkook's eyebrows twitched up in a surprised look for a second at the new term. Daddy? That's a first... ''Yeah? You want daddy to shove his fat cock in your little hole?'' Jungkook tested the new title, he felt his cock throb at the use. Oh yeah, he definitely enjoyed it. Who would've thought.. ''My sweet Taehyung, fuck you look so good...'' He groaned, eyes fixed on his boyfriends clenching, pink ass. Kook spat in his hand, bringing the wetness to his cock and stroked himself, bringing his fingers of the other hand to his mouth to do the same and brings it down to spread his saliva around the rim of Tae's ass. Slowly, but impatiently, he stretched and teased the hole until he managed to sink a finger inside, still keeping the slow pace of stroking himself to the sounds he's drawing out from the elder.

From the way Jungkook’s deep tone of voice lowered even more at the new term, Tae could tell his boyfriend was a dirty, dirty man. “Kook.. oh fuck— ahh..!” Taehyung sucked the life out of the younger’s finger, clenching down on the single digit as hard as he possibly could. He slowly began rocking his hips, fucking himself on the small offering his boyfriend granted him with. Still, it wasn’t enough. Taehyung didn’t feel it ripping through his insides, parting his walls to make room— It irked him. “Daddy, you’re being annoying right now..” He huffed past his nostrils, his patience wearing thin the longer Jungkook’s dick spent not being inside of him. The elder swore he was going crazy.

Jungkook's breathy chuckle was almost mocking, a part of the younger that had ignited inside of him in this setting that hadn't been as evident previously suddenly surfaced. He might be a bit into being the superior, making his boyfriend feel small and needy. Nothing made Jungkook's cock ache as hard as hearing the elder whine for him. It was a good contrast to their regular dynamic-- even to the other times where Jungkook would be on the submissive end; which he loved. Supposedly, they both were switches. No, definitely. But this? Jungkook couldn't get enough. He wanted all versions of Kim Taehyung. ''Tae... You want me to fuck you that badly? Impatient-- fuck.. you're squeezing me tight.'' Kook practically drooled at the feeling, sinking in a second finger, fucking them into his boyfriend before adding a third. No more-- he wanted to keep it tight for his cock. ''How badly do you want my cock to stuff you full and destroy you?'' He huffed, eyes hazy with lust as he watches his fingers disappear into Tae's slick hole, amazed by how his fingers gradually got wetter with every thrust, glistening and dripping in the elders' juices.

“So badly— yeah, just like that.. fuck.” The feeling of Jungkook’s fingers sinking into him time and time again turned Tae into a moaning mess. It was expected, anything his boyfriend did turned him into pure putty, just waiting for Kook to mold him as he pleases. “W-want you to rip me open ‘till I’m crying. Please, can’t take all the teasing..” A hint of desperation laid evident in his brittle voice, the arousal for the younger man’s harsher touch getting awfully painful to ignore. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me raw..!” Taehyung was chanting underneath his heavy breath, officially turning into the lusting madman he was afraid he would.

Truthfully, Jungkook struggled to keep the teasing going as well. He loved watching the elder fall apart for him, but what he loved even more was to hear Taehyung's desperate cries in pleasure as he's fucked raw. And how could he deny his lover when he begged so well? He couldn't. J ungkook gave the tight hole one last punishing thrust of his fingers before ripping them out with a wet pop, quickly replacing the emptiness in his boyfriends stretched hole with the swollen tip of his cock. "Gonna fuck you raw until you're full of my cum," Kook groaned out his words as he placed both hands to firmly hold Taehyung's hips in place, pushing his hips forward until they meet Tae's fleshy cheeks, his thick length filling every little inch of the elders insides. With his cock buried as deep as physically possible, Jungkook remains still inside for a second to relish in the snug warmth embracing him, memorizing the feeling to the fullest. He closed his eyes, solemnly focusing on this moment where all he had to care about was to feel, not think. "You feel so good, so fuckin' good.."

Earlier, Taehyung had been growing more and more deprived of Jungkook’s touch. It got to a point where the impatient curses lingering at the tip of his tongue were on the verge of being heard— until Jungkook gradually pushed his fat cock inside of him. That’s all the elder wanted, but he’d be lying by saying the inward pull didn’t sting. His boyfriend’s dick was a handful, but it seemed to fit his slick insides like a glass slipper. It was as if it was purposely made for Tae’s sexual enjoyment, no one else’s. “Oh fuuuck.. oh my god.” Taehyung felt his flexible walls slowly get torn apart, stretching to make room for Jungkook’s hefty cock. “Fuck, baby.. am I warm enough~?” He purposely clenched down harder around him, “Am I tight enough for you, daddy?” Taehyung was shameless as he slowly fucked himself on the younger’s still dick, the muscles of his plump ass tensing every time he felt his boyfriend’s length twitch with every backward grind into Jungkook’s pelvis.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, the deep groan emitting from his throat was inevitable with the way Tae clenched down on his length. Kook's grip on his boyfriend's hips tightened, but instead of being a tease and stopping the elder, he did the opposite and pulled Tae's body down hard on his cock, simultaneously thrusting forward. The smacking sound of skin colliding echoed in the tiled room, the wet slick slide creating the most lewd noises; slowly getting drowned into the mix of Taehyung's moans. "You're more than enough babe, shit.." He huffed, his strong arms flexing as he leaned forward over his boyfriend, one hand still digging into the flesh of his hip; the other holding on to Tae's shoulder to force the elder to arch his back further. "You're everything, ah.. you're so good for daddy. Keep squeezing me like that."

Tae was thankful no one else was present, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his throaty moans even if he wanted to. “Hngh.. Jungkook you’re so good..” Taehyung’s spine bent towards the ceiling, causing the beads of sweat on his upper back to trickle down to the slight dip. After every one of his boyfriend’s harsh thrusts, Tae’s knees lightly gave out before he straightened his trembling legs, only to repeat the action with every electrifying prod of Jungkook’s tip against his weak prostate. “Jungkook fuck me harder, I’m begging you. A-ah..! P-pound into me, want everyone to envy me for having such a strong, buff boyfriend..”

Jungkook moaned in response to the pleading and praise. He thrusted his cock into Taehyung over and over, only withdrawing halfway before shoving himself back in as deep as their bodies physically allowed him to. Every time Kook slammed into his boyfriend, the latters ass jiggled beautifully from the momentum, drawing Kook's eyes in like a spell. He wanted to see more, watching Taehyung's body jolt forward and thud against the stall door was mesmerizing, especially with the lewd, throaty sounds he was forcing out of the elder. "You love how strong I am baby? Feel this, how good it feels to be fucked so rough that your body just can't stay still.." Jungkook grunts out his low words, hands moving once more as they seem to be too greedy to stay in one place. This time they grab onto Taehyung's plump ass instead, spreading his cheeks to get a perfect view of the latters abused hole. His cock fit perfectly, the snug insides squeezing him so well it made the younger see stars. "A-ah fuck yeah, gonna to fill you up so deeply, you'll feel my cum in you for hours."

“Fuckin’ love how strong you are..” Taehyung validated his boyfriend’s conceited statement, biting down on his rosy lip to prevent himself from letting out an ugly cry of pleasure. His dimmed eyes were blurry, obvious upcoming tears were going to make themselves known whether Tae liked it or not. Jungkook was fucking into him so well, it was expected for the amount of satisfaction to play with his sensitive emotions. “W-wanna feel your cum in m-me— Fuck!” A hiccupy moan broke off into a pitiful sob; a river of tears streamed down his warm face, mingling with the additional saltiness of his sweat. “O-oh my god, ‘m close..!” The closer he got, the louder his cries became. Tae hiccuped; pretty, tan body visibly shivering due to the overstimulation forced upon his awakened senses. “D-daddy,” another cute hiccup, “I fucking love you— fuck...” The elder was a mess, and he settled for wrapping around the man’s big dick as a form of stability at a time when he felt most unsteady. Stifling his high pitched whines, Taehyung’s puffy eyes widened at the unexpected sound of a bathroom stall closing.

Shit.

He helplessly looked at his boyfriend over his shoulder, finally giving Jungkook a view of his tear streaked face. “B-babe, stop, they might hear us..” Tae weakly whispered, securely clasping a hand over his mouth before he makes an embarrassing sound he’d later regret.

Jungkook slowed down, crooking an eyebrow as he listened to the clacking, echoey sound of somebody entering the public bathroom. He almost considered stopping, not to be heard-- but the very moment he saw Taehyung's tear streaked face he was too far gone to give a single fuck. Jungkook's pure lust was stronger than his embarrassment of being caught. And besides, the thrill of it made the younger's cock pulse inside of his boyfriend, a wicked smile forming on his face to let the elder know that there was no fucking way he'd stop. ''Shh..'' Jungkook hushed as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung's torso, leaning forward to press his chest tightly against Tae's back, their sticky skin rubbing together. He hushed into his ear with his hot breath as he continued to fuck him slowly with long, firm strokes. ''How could I stop when you feel so fucking good?'' Kook whispered breathily, a quiet exhale fanning the elders ear.

One of Taehyung’s arms rested on top of his boyfriend’s whilst the other was still set on muffling his caged moans, the palm of his hand clammy from the tight constraint. What else did he expect of Jungkook..? Of course he’d continue. Truthfully, Tae was even more turned on— keeping quiet while his boyfriend fucked the air out of his lungs? The elder was drooling. Quite literally, Taehyung was reduced down to a puddle of utter submission. He didn’t know how it’d play out, but something told him it wouldn’t be easy. “Hmm!” The elder used his other hand to press down harder, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of Jungkook’s ticklish breath against his honey skin. As a response, his sore walls closed in yet again around the man’s throbbing cock, feeling it pulsate throughout his nearly numb insides. Fuck, when was that person going to leave? Unclasping both hands from his mouth, Tae twisted his head to look into his man’s narrowed eyes, silently begging him for a taste of mercy. “Kook, fuck— hmph!” He immediately muffled his strained cries by pressing their lips together, a single tear rolling down his reddened cheek.

Jungkook placed his large palm at the back of Tae's head, pushing the latters lips against his own in a muffling kiss to keep him quiet, swallowing every silent cry like it was his last meal. Truthfully, he struggled to keep quiet himself. His cock was rock solid inside of the elder, the long sloppy strokes becoming less and less rhythmical as he feels his orgasm build up to the very edge, knowing his boyfriend is close as well if the constant clenching and shuddering is anything to go by, not to mention the desperation in his eyes. ''Gonna cum....'' Jungkook whispered in between kisses, their lips so wet and sloppy from all the drool; it tasted like heaven. ''Cum with me baby...'' Kook grunted quietly, ears paying attention to the door closing as the person finally left. In that very second, Jungkook allows his restrictions to cease and started to pound relentlessly into Taehyung's tight, fleshy insides once again, muscles flexing and dripping in sweat as he does so. ''Fuck, fuck.... gonna fill you up so well-- I love you,'' he groans out louder, his voice breaking as he speaks, ''You're mine forever.'' A few more punishing, snapping thrusts into Taehyung was all the younger needed to release everything he had into his fleshy ass, filling him up with hot, thick ropes of white. A guttural moan echoed in the room as Kook buried his face between Taehyung's shoulder blades, biting down on his skin possessively.

“I-I love you!” Taehyung lowly grunted out, still facing his boyfriend with a face morphed into one of bliss. His eyebrows twitched, mouth hung agape; making the string of frail moans slip out without a care. At this moment, Tae was so desperate for an orgasm, he didn’t give a fuck if anyone else walked in. “So fucking close..” The elder rested his palms flat against the stall door, fingers curling up against the solid surface with his head tiredly hung low, whining extra loudly during the last few thrusts. When Jungkook’s cum abruptly gushed inside of him— it was the last push over the rocky edge. It had Taehyung sobbing, shaking, and trembling. This definitely took the cake home, it was the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had. Ever. His own cum shot out onto the door, dripping down on the floor as his dick faintly twitched from the strong release. He worked on regaining his breath, panting until his chest ached, the feel of his boyfriend’s teeth on his sweaty, numb skin barely affecting his fucked-out physique.

Jungkook pressed soft kisses on his boyfriend's skin, holding his arms around his torso to keep him from slumping down on the floor with the way his legs were shaking. ''You good?'' Kook breathed out with a chuckle, wincing with a small whine when he pulled his slick cock out. He turned Taehyung around, pressing his back against the stall as he held him by the waist, leaning in close to admire the fucked out state he put the elder in. It was gorgeous to see. Taehyung sniffled, loosely wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck for extra balance. “My ass stings but.. other than that, yeah.” The elder chuckled a little bit, looking into Jungkook’s now softened eyes with his hazy own. He simply stayed there.. gazing at the younger’s every feature. One hour wasn’t a lot of time, he wanted to imprint his boyfriend’s beautiful, sweat-covered face into his brain one last time. Tae leaned in to press a kiss onto his nose, “anyways, can we pretend I never called you.. daddy?” No part of Taehyung truly meant it, he was just a bit shy.

''No way, you'll have to do that again.'' Jungkook grinned, shaking his head, ''I kinda liked it... well, really.'' he shrugged, mimicking the elders kiss by giving one back on the small mole on Tae's nose. It didn't feel like his boyfriend was about to leave for another couple months in just... shit, how much time do they even have left? He didn't want to think about it, and a part of him wishes the flight was missed at this point. But it is what it is. Jungkook grabbed some of the toilet paper from the roll hanging on the wall to wipe his limp length clean, then resumed to do the same to his boyfriend before pulling his own pants up, ''I came so much, I wonder if you'd have cum in you all the way back there.'' Kook joked with a smile.

“Mhm. I’ll probably have your cum in me for months.” Taehyung leaned down to pull up the pants hanging low at his ankles, throwing on his wrinkled shirt as well. He ran his fingers through his messed up hair, trying to appear somewhat presentable after what’d taken place. It was easier said than done, his eyes were puffy from crying, and his tan skin was a bit flushed with color. “Let’s eat, all that fucking made me even more hungry.” Tae unlocked the stall door, grabbing Jungkook by the hand, and his bags in the other. Suddenly, he regretted begging for a limp. Taehyung painfully hissed after he tried taking a few careful steps, still not used to the pang. “Babe, I know I begged you to fuck me until I can’t walk. But I didn’t mean it literally..” The elder pouted, attempting to take a few more steps on his own.

Jungkook didn't hesitate to reach and grab the bags from Taehyung, relieving the elder from the heavy lifting for now. With one hand carrying the baggage, he wraps the other around his boyfriends shoulders to become a source of stability. He was responsible for the instability after all. "Sorry, I got carried away.. you're too sexy when you beg." Kooks smile was filled with mischief, not at all sorry for the results. Tae would feel this for days, and for that the younger was proud. "See it as a gift and a reminder of who you belong to." Kook continued as his grin grew further. He guided the elder out into the airport, looking around for different restaurants. "You want to get some jjajangmyeon? Itll keep you full for a while." Jungkook nudged his chin in the direction of the small restaurant across the venue.

At the moment, anything seemed appetizing in Taehyung’s eyes. He’d been drained of his energy in a stuffy bathroom stall, Tae didn’t need to think twice before nodding his head, letting Jungkook lead his slightly drowsy self to the restaurant. Once they’d sat down and ordered two bowls of delicious noodles, Taehyung took a few gulps of his cool water, soothing his strained throat in the short-run. “Pretty sure that waitress was checking you out.” Tae chuckled lightly, setting his glass down and reaching upwards to fidget with his boyfriend’s earrings. “Kinda sad I didn’t give you a reminder of who you belong to,” Taehyung recalled the younger’s previous words, dramatically sighing through his nose. “Unless I did..” With the cheekiest of grins, the elder winked at Jungkook before he rummaged through his bag. “It’s cheesy as hell but.. here.” He displayed a small ring in the palm of his hand. The jewelry had a simple flower pattern around its silver rim, and on the inner sides, it had the following words neatly carved out in small letters, ‘endless love; for you and me.’ “I know daffodils are your favorite flower so I spent some time researching the symbolism behind it. I read somewhere it’s given to people you love so.. yeah. I also got one for me so we could match.” Taehyung scratched at his nape, suddenly becoming shy.

Jungkook felt his heart suddenly jump in his chest at the small piece of jewelry given, looking closely at it. That's the most thoughtful gift he's ever been given. It made the younger run his hand through his hair and take a deep breath to recollect himself; Do.Not.Cry. "That's so pretty babe..." kooks voice trembled more than he would've liked. He did love it, he enjoyed jewelry in general lately. Having his boyfriend give such a thing to him was so cheesy... Tae surely had grown a lot. "I love it, put it on me!" Jungkooks toothy grin grew as he delicately gave Tae his hand, wiggling his fingers to emphasize what he wanted, "and I'll put yours on you."

“Yeah? You like it?” A lopsided, relieved smile tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips. The latter was previously freaking out over what his boyfriend would’ve thought about his gift. It was a promise ring; and Tae didn’t want to overwhelm the younger with thoughts regarding their future. He relished in their present, but sometimes Taehyung wondered about what it’ll look like a few years ahead in time. If he didn’t see Jungkook in it, then he didn’t want it. Tae wants to marry the hell out of this guy, Kook is and will forever be his person. The elder gently squeezed his boyfriend’s hand in his bigger one, sliding the ring through his pointer finger. “This is a promise that I’ll take care of you— forever.” He chuckled, cringing at how loveydovey he sounded. “I want you in my future, Jungkook.” Nonetheless, Taehyung didn’t mind. It wasn’t like his boyfriend didn’t know how cheesy he could be at times.. “Fuck I swear I’m not proposing—“ The boy’s hearty laughter rang, his eyes crinkled, “not yet, anyway. But.. I wanna love you until the end, I guess. Whether that’d be love for one another or love for... someone small. Someone we’d get to raise together.” Tae nervously chewed on his lower lip, “I dunno. Maybe I’m just rambling but.. I wanna do everything with you. That’s all.”

''Well...'' Small wrinkles appeared in the corners of Jungkook's eyes when he smiled, making a grabby hand for the other ring to put it on his boyfriend's finger as well, holding his bigger hand in his. Kook kissed the elders knuckles softly, ''When you do propose, I'll say yes.'' Kook could be just as cheesy back, loving the flustered look on Taehyung's face. He surely had changed so much-- yet not. Both of them were the same boys they've always been, but they've grown and changed so much during their time together. Now they were turning into men. Two men that were hopelessly, absolutely head over heels for each other. ''Can't wait to be with you forever.'' Jungkook sighed, it was a bittersweet feeling knowing his boyfriend had to leave him for another few months. But when he's back, it'd be for good. They could get through this. Kook glanced at the clock, and time was running low. It made his stomach turn, and his hand squeezed tighter around Tae's.

The long silence of sadness was soon replaced by the sounds of their eating as both boys enjoyed their last meal together, chattering about life, plans for the future— everything they could fit into their remaining time together. Taehyung knew he’d be able to talk to his boyfriend via text messages and calls, but it never fulfilled his yearning for the real thing.

“So.. fuck, thought that it’d be easier now that it’s the second time,” Taehyung played with Jungkook’s fingers, twisting the latter’s ring. “It’s just as hard. But, we’ll see each other soon.” The elder shifted his gaze from their hands to his boyfriend’s face, drawing on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. How could it..? They’d be separated for months. “Hey, remember, I’m just one phone call away. Doesn’t matter if it’s late where I’m at, you call me.”

Jungkook took deep breaths to contain himself, but it was already obvious that the younger wouldn't be able to hold in his tears the very moment his boyfriend left for the second time. But, he reminded himself constantly that it was the last time. ''Okay, I'll call you often.'' His voice trembled, and before he knew it he had drawn Taehyung closer to wrap his arms around him in a tight hug, pressing his nose into the latters hair to inhale his scent. ''I'll be right here when you come back. I love you so much.'' He pulled back to smile through his glassy eyes, the deja vu from last time amplifying everything. ''I'll make sure to have a job by the time you're back so we can begin our lives.''

His emotional baby; it hurt Taehyung’s heart temporarily letting him go. But— just like the last time— they’d get accustomed to the drastic change of not having the other by their side. Well, they’ll get used to it to the best of their abilities.. Tae was still going to miss hugging Jungkook to sleep. “I love you too, Kook.” He didn’t pay any attention to the group of people lining up behind them at the gate, only focusing on his boyfriend as Taehyung pressed a lingering kiss to the younger’s cheek. “Babe, don’t stress about it. I’ll be able to help you when I come back for good.” He cupped the side of his face, caressing the smooth skin with his calloused thumb. Taehyung looked over his shoulder, the line was getting short.. “I should go..” the words tasted bitter in his mouth, “I love you, I’ll call you when I land.” With one last kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, Tae waved his hand whilst he stalled by the narrow passageway to the plane, not wanting to leave just yet.

''Love you too.'' Jungkook's words faded as his hand around the elders arm smoothed over his skin as he stepped away, keeping his hand in the air to wave back before they would fall limp to his sides. Kook's doe eyes were sparkling, keeping his tears at bay for now. This wasn't a goodbye, it was a 'see you soon', and the younger had to repeat this to himself over and over to feel okay. He kept his eyes on his boyfriend, a small smile growing on his face every time they Tae glanced back. Even though this was so hard, he was proud of his boyfriend for doing so well in school, making something out of himself... In contrast to Jungkook.

He wasn't sure what the fuck he was doing with his life, but had to find something... anything.

#fic: Love maze #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #sombreboy

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clumsyclifford · 4 years ago

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is this a prompt? does he know by 1d... has a lashton vibe

not REALLY related because i made this fic a non-sketchy version of does he know but when i started writing this fic i went to look up the lyrics to does he know on genius and i CANT STOP LAUGHING AT THE SONG BIO ALFKGJFDKGMKZCJB

ANYWAY MOVING ON LETS GET TO THE FIC LAKFJGJKFDMG

Ashton likes to think he’s largely unflappable, but holy shit this guy is hot.

Usually Ashton doesn’t notice, but he’d happened to skim his eyes over the front door just as the most attractive person Ashton has objectively ever seen pushes through it, arm slung very unfortunately over some other bloke’s shoulders. Ashton can’t tear his eyes away. There’s a messy flop of golden curls on the guy’s head and he’s got these broad shoulders and legs that just go on forever, and Ashton can’t breathe, honestly, he can’t.

“Oh, holy fuck,” Calum murmurs. Ashton starts; he’d forgotten about Calum for a moment. “Did you see that guy who just came in?”

“The blond? Yeah, holy fuck.”

“No, not him,” Calum says dismissively. “I mean — he’s fine, but I meant the other one. The friend. Bright red hair.”

They’re both still watching as the pair make their way into the crowd of people at the party, both waving at folks left and right like they frequent this place.

“Huh,” Ashton says, staring after the blond. “Uh, I guess? Not really my type, but, um, go for it?”

“I don’t think I can go for it,” Calum says dryly, as the redhead smacks a sloppy kiss to the blond’s cheek and then disappears among the people.

Ashton sighs loudly. “Fucking hell. All the good ones.”

“I’ll fucking drink to that,” Calum says, and indeed does drink to that. In fact, he finishes his drink to that, and then says, “Okay, I’m gonna go get more alcohol and pretend I’m not thinking about that red-haired guy,” and vanishes before Ashton can ask Calum to grab him another drink too.

Ashton leans against the wall, letting the energy of the party wash over him, all the terrible music and loud chatter and bad dancing. Not to mention the lingering scent of weed.

Caught up and eyes unfocused, he doesn’t really notice the hot blond guy turn until they’ve locked gazes. Ashton’s eyes widen and he quickly looks elsewhere, but when he sneaks a look back, the blond guy is ducking his head. His cheeks are flushed, and unless he’s managed to get wasted in the time since he’d come into the party, he’s blushing.

Well. Fuck. That’s no good.

And then the blond guy starts picking his way over towards Ashton.

Fuck.

There’s no way to escape this without being rude. Ashton could act disinterested, maybe, but honestly he’s not sure he’s that good of an actor. Closer up, Ashton can see the piercing blue of hot blond guy’s eyes and — his cheeks are shimmering, and so are his eyes. He’s wearing makeup. Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay. Fuck.

“Hi,” says hot blond guy, with a broad grin. “Any particular reason you were staring at me?”

“I wasn’t,” Ashton blurts out. “I didn’t say I minded,” hot blond guy says, smirking. “I’m Luke.”

Ashton grasps for something to say, and then realizes the polite thing would be to introduce himself. “Ashton.”

“Ashton,” Luke says appreciatively, and Ashton wants him to repeat just that forever, just say Ashton’s name until he’s forgotten how to say anything else. It sounds like a song when it rolls off Luke’s tongue. “Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

“You too,” Ashton says. His mouth feels dry. How do you hold a conversation? What’s an appropriate thing to ask? Hey, could you maybe go spend time in a room where I can’t see you? I think you’re really hot but I don’t want to piss off your boyfriend because he looks metal as fuck.

“What are you studying?” Luke asks.

Studying. Studying? Because college, Ashton’s brain helpfully supplies. “Oh,” he says. “Uh, philosophy.”

“Fuck,” Luke says, eyebrows raised. “That’s a major for sure.”

“I like it.”

“You’d have to, to major in it,” Luke says. “‘S just inane chatter to me, but to each their own, I guess.”

“It’s not —” Ashton bites down on his incensed comment in defense of philosophy, because Luke looks like he’s joking. “Uh, what about you?”

“Maths,” Luke says. “Something logical, that has concrete answers.”

“God, but at what cost?”

Luke laughs. It fills the room. “You’re not one to judge my major, Mr. Socrates.”

“That’s Your Majesty Socrates to you.”

Luke bows exaggeratedly. “Sorry, of course, Your Majesty Socrates.” Heat pools in Ashton’s stomach.

This is bad. This is really, really not good, because any minute now, Ashton’s going to say something terrible like will you come back to my room with me? or does your boyfriend know you’re talking to me? or something like that, and everything will be in shambles. Ashton should cut this off right now.

“Do you want a drink?” is what he says instead, like a fucking moron.

Luke smiles lightly. “Tempted to take you up on that,” he says, “but no, Michael’s getting me one.” He glances over his shoulder. “Or at least he should be.”

“Michael?”

“Hey!” As if summoned, the red-haired guy from before materializes, throwing his arm over Luke’s shoulder and handing him a red solo cup. “Drink up, young padawan.”

“You’re a fucking nerd,” Luke says, with so much fondness that Ashton feels violently like he’s witnessing a private moment. To Ashton, Luke gestures to the guy who presumably is Michael and says, “Michael.”

“Michael! That’s me,” Michael announces loudly, grinning. “Who’s this?”

“Ashton,” Luke says before Ashton can answer. “He’s a philosophy major.”

“Holy shit, man,” Michael says, with a look of pure disgust. “How.”

“That’s what I wondered.”

“I like it,” Ashton says again, wondering if he’s really going to have to defend philosophy as an area of study tonight, at this party he’s increasingly thinking he shouldn’t have come to. “Anyway, Luke’s a maths major, so I don’t really think I deserve to be judged.”

“Please, I know that,” Michael says, rolling his eyes. “Luke’s the absolute worst. You know he got a tattoo of the quadratic formula without telling anyone? Not even because of any fucking sentiment. He just likes the quadratic formula.”

“I like to sing the song!” Luke protests weakly, while Ashton snorts a laugh. Before he can ask — or refrain from asking — to see it, Michael is pulling at the collar of Luke’s shirt until it dips enough for Ashton to glimpse what is most decidedly the quadratic formula in black ink. Ashton’s breath catches in his throat.

“And he has the nerve to call me a nerd,” Michael grumbles, releasing Luke’s collar but resting his hand instead on Luke’s shoulder.

“Sounds like you guys know each other really well,” Ashton says, hating himself.

Luke nods. “Unfortunately.”

Michael elbows Luke. “Hey, fuck you. You love that I know everything about you. That’s what makes us so good.”

“I love that you blast Stacy’s Mom to wake me up every morning because I had one two-week obsession with it freshman year?” Luke says, dry.

“Yes you do,” Michael says, smirking. “I hear you singing it under your breath when you think I have headphones in. Don’t think I don’t know.”

“You’re a piece of shit,” Luke says threateningly, and Michael giggles.

Ashton wonders if there’s a sly way to flee this situation.

“Hey!” Oh, thank fucking God. Calum. Ashton turns, relieved, but Calum’s not looking at him; he’s looking at Michael, and looking affronted. “What happened to back in a sec?”

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” Michael says. “Had to get Luke his drink and then I got caught up.”

“Wait,” Ashton says, looking between Calum and Michael. “Cal?”

Calum looks at Ashton and then sees Luke, and his mouth curves into a big smile. He approaches Ashton and whispers in his ear, “They’re not boyfriends! Shoot your shot!”

“What do you mean they’re not boyfriends,” Ashton whispers through gritted teeth.

“Exactly that,” Calum whispers back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go seduce the hell out of Michael, although I will give you the room if you work it out with Luke.” Calum kisses his cheek and then whirls away, and Michael gives a little wave as they head deeper into the party.

Ashton turns to Luke, though he’s not sure what he’ll say, but Luke is just watching Calum. “Your boyfriend?” Luke asks, a steely edge to his voice.

“No!” Ashton almost shouts. Luke looks surprised. “No, holy fuck, Calum? Just my roommate. And, like, best friend, but — God, no.”

“Oh,” Luke says, and smiles. “Good.”

“And Michael’s not your boyfriend?” Ashton says carefully. Luke makes a face like he’s just swallowed something very sour.

“I’d rather kiss a monkey than Michael,” he says flatly. “I mean, I love him, but no way.”

“Huh,” Ashton says, and watches as Luke takes a long drink from his cup, Adam’s apple bobbing. He traces the column of Luke’s throat with his gaze and then keeps going, giving Luke a full once-over. When he looks back up, Luke is watching him.

“So there was a reason you were staring,” Luke says lightly. His eyes give him away, though, intense and fiery, like a challenge he’s waiting to issue.

Ashton swallows. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Oh, come on,” Luke says, edging closer with a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. Ashton watches him swipe his tongue over his lips and wonders if it’s possible to suffer a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-one. “Game’s up, Ashton. Cards on the table.”

“I don’t play poker.”

“There are better ways to reject someone’s advances,” Luke says calmly.

Ashton wonders why he’s the world’s biggest dumbass. “I’m not rejecting your advances.”

“Good,” Luke says, so close now that Ashton can feel his breath, can practically taste the awful beer in Luke’s cup. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine,” Ashton breathes, and Luke grins, absolutely filthy and gorgeous.

“Lead the way.”

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