#it should be ok for you to let some minor grammar mistakes go

[alicefromwhichplanet]

THIS.

(Been trying to find the original post but failed on tumblr. But I want to repost this so much. Tell me if the author thinks it’s a violation of their copyright. I’ll delete it.)

[taraswifey]

Feel better?

A Tarayummy!clingy x fem!reader 18+

WARINGS!!: hair pulling,str@p on,cursing, a little of cum eating and use of y/n.(if they’re any minor mistakes it’s cause this is my first smut! Hope u enjoy!!)

Pink:Tara

Blue:y/n

“Y/N BABY” Tara called out.y/n was working on editing her and Tara’s newest video “what babe?!”(everybody new y/n and Tara we’re dating) “I wanna have some fun” Tara said in a seductive voice. “Ur sure?” “YESS please” Tara spoke. “Ok let’s have some fun”y/n said. As soon as they got to the bedroom y/n threw Tara on the bed and both of their lips connected like magnets.it was a sloppy make out session for about 4 minutes. Tara was wearing very short shorts and her merch oversized and a red thong!. Y/ns favorite color y/ns head went down between Tara’s legs and slowly to get shorts a panties off. As soon as those panties were off y/n licked between her folds and Tara’s legs wrapped around y/ns neck. Y/n slowly increasing her licking pace and start inserting her middle and ring finger in Tara’s cunt. “FUCK Y/N IM GONNA CUM” Tara moaned out loudly “ cum for be baby” and so did she came all over y/ns Tounge and she ate every little bit of it” fuck you taste so good Tara”Tara giggled y/n flipped Tara on her stomach face down ass up. Y/n buckled the strap on her and slowly started going in and out of Tara. Tara let out little moans and y/n increased her pace going fast and rough Tara.tara gripped the sheets moans filled the bedroom y/n pulled Tara’s hair to help her go faster for about 10 minutes. Y/n stoped and Tara fell to her side and y/n took the strap off and landed right by Tara “feel better?” “Yes” Tara sighed in relief and smiled and y/n went to finish editing while Tara fell asleep.

Made a Tara smut I feel like they aren’t a lot of Tara smuts!.This is my first smut so let me know if I missed anything and any grammar mistakes I hope I did good 🤭😛🙌🏽😭🙏🏾👹

[magicaldragons]

writing.

things i've learned throughout the years

speaking from personal experience, writing, whether it's for a fic or an original work, is a process that comes to everyone very differently. which is also why it took me a WHILE to figure out what worked for me.

you've definitely heard this one before, but: 1. do not worry about making your first draft perfect. it will seem terrible, and that's ok.

it's the most common writing advice i've always heard as well, and i always understood what it meant, logically, but it was a piece of advice that was very hard to follow.

the second i gave myself permission to suck, though – the moment i said "i'm going to write trash," is when everything started flowing so much more easily.

it helps IMMENSELY to just push ahead and write whatever comes to you in the moment. do not start searching up synonyms. (yeah, i see you) and if you hate a word or phrase, put a *** next to it and come back later. chances are, you'll change your mind after seeing it from a new perspective, or be able to come up with something to replace it with.

it's always easier to edit than write from scratch, so give yourself material you can edit.

2. write for yourself. write what you love – what you would read.

it definitely draws people in more than any formula you think works or a piece you deliberately craft for a specific audience.

3. as long as your writing is comprehensible, grammar means little in front of the emotion your work conveys

i've read so many works that have left such a profound effect on me, solely because i could feel the amount of heart the author poured into it, it's always easy to look past minor mistakes, as long as what the writer says makes sense.

4. most importantly, when you're starting on that path of developing your writing skills, don't show your work to anybody. hear me out:

i've written about seven stories (for various fandoms) that will never see the light of day – not because i dislike them, but because i now realize, i had to write them for me.

and these stories (and the evident progress in my storytelling skils across all of them) are what give me the most confidence when i doubt my skills.

you can always share your works in the future, but the first couple of times you venture out with a vision in mind, make yourself your audience, it prevents you from diluting your ideas with expectations of other people's perceptions.

+ and finally, a bonus point:

a lot of the writing process, is just discovering yourself, in various ways

i always used to hear writers say:

"my characters did this on their own" or "the story just wrote itself like this"

and i never understood, because MY characters never did anything of their volition, in fact, they refused to do what i intended for them to and it would be a struggle to write a scene sometimes

and again recently i had that same problem, where i couldn't for the life of me, figure out how to describe a character performing a particular action. i waited for days for any sort of inspiration or logic to strike me, but it wasn't working.

i surprised even myself though, when i highlighted the whole section and deleted it.

but as soon as i let go of writing that one scene the way i'd planned it, a completely new option presented itself, and writing THAT scene was so much easier.

so no. my characters never tell me what to do, but they tell me what they don't want to do, and the realization that common experiences in writing will manifest differently in different people, really made me realize that writing is something you should follow your instincts in.

technicality-wise, you will always keep learning and improving. growth never stops.

so it's important to do what feels true to you, and do it in a way that makes YOU feel comfortable, whether that includes taking risks, being spontaneous, or starting small.

that's when some of the best things are created.

[astrobei]

5, 20 (sorry couldn't resist), and 22 for the writer ask game!!

oooh hello hello hello !! ok Let's Seeeeee

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most

ok to be honest i only started getting back into reading Actual Books and not just fics pretty recently after years of my attention span being too terrible to focus on a book long enough to read it so i don't know if there are any that have really influenced my writing style specifically? but some authors whose styles i Love in general are khaled hosseini, because i read a thousand splendid suns and the kite runner over the summer and . wow ok idk i just love the way he writes if i could have even a Sliver of the command he holds over prose i would be the luckiest mf alive for realll and also thea (@wiseatom) is making me read the raven cycle for the first time and i'm still on the first book but i looooove love love her writing style so much i feel like if i get rly into the series that'll definitely be a bigger influence on me !!

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you're working on

OK YEAH OF COURSE should have seen this coming tbh i don't even blame u !! here is more fake dating shenanigans for u <3

22. How many drafts do you need until you're satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?

oooh that's a good question! i'm usually a one-and-done girl in that i don't really go back and edit large parts of my fic (adding/taking away large portions of writing, etc.) and i don't really write enough actual plot into my fics to edit for plot holes or anything so i'll usually write a "first draft" of the whole fic the entire way through, and then go back to check for spelling/grammar mistakes (to the best of my ability, i definitely miss some LOL) and if there were any lines i think of between finishing the fic and editing it, i'll add them in! but i do usually like to get the whole thing out as polished as possible in the first draft and make minor edits after so i guess my answer would be like. 1.5? (and tbh i'm rarely ever Truly Satisfied but i just hurry up and post before i can overthink it ksdjfksdjf you know the vibes!)

these were super fun thank u !! :^)

[aspiringharlot]

y/n takes takes care of bratty, sub, shiggy.

Ok! Eeeee! I did it! First y/n and first BNHA story done! This one is about a bratty sub Shiggy! There are some points where it’s clear I wasn’t sure what a bratty sub Shigaraki would say but hopefully overtime as I become more familiar with the characters that will change! I think I did this one pretty quickly so, forgive me, there are probably a few mistakes in terms of tense and grammar that I didn’t catch. Another little thing, this story ended up a lot fluffier/mild than I thought I was capable of and I even ended up dropping an L-bomb!

(Story Includes, mention of injury and bullet wounds, bondage elements, brat elements, l-bomb, sneak peek of little spoon Shiggy and of course, sex )

(minors please do not interact)

(tagging @palbabor-writes and @kugutsuu cause they seemed interested, p.s. don’t worry @palbabor-writes public sex and degradation Hawks is up next!)

EDIT: adding @tod0oki to the tags, happy to have you!

Enjoy!

It was hard work, keeping Tomura Shigaraki in line. Sure, you allowed him control on most days, heaven knows he needed to feel some sense of control in his life, but really there was no doubt, at the end of the day, you made the decisions in the relationship. That never stopped your Shiggy from being a brat though.

Today was just as bad as any other day wrangling your lover, only this time with the added difficulty of having to literally prevent Shigaraki from moving as he pleased. Hesitant as you were to admit it, you did not possess the brute strength required for the task. Instead you relied on a sly trick. Tying him up in bondage gear which was typically used on you.

When he was finally secured, Shigaraki whined, pulling at the restraints. Around his narrow wrists were sturdy leather straps, fitted tightly and anchored to the metal bed posts in order to restrict his movements. Your lover was red faced, lying down on his bed, dirty sheets bunched around his sweating form.

‘I should change those out soon,’ you thought before returning your attention to Tomura.

“oh, Tomura, come on… if you refuse to rest Kurogiri and I are just going to keep you tied up longer.” You lowered yourself to sit beside him on the full-sized bed, moving your hand to his head and smoothing his hair down.

Shigaraki grunted, shaking his head out of your hand in defiance. You scowled down at him.

“You know, for a man who’s been shot four times you have far too much energy.” Swiftly you stood up, dusting crumbs of food from your jeans. You really should change those sheets out… If you wait much longer there’ll be an ecosystem thriving in the cotton threads. Meh, you’ll work on it later when Shigaraki is asleep and infinitely more manageable.

Come to think of it, you should change his bandages soon. Kurogiri or the others weren’t around to do it this time, meaning you’d have to tame the beast all by yourself.

“ts.” You clicked your tongue. “I’ll be back,”

You exited the room without giving Shigaraki the chance to retort, heading straight for the kitchen cabinet responsible for holding the everyday vitamin and mineral supplements you’d feed Shigaraki. Now, however, you rummaged past the gummy vitamins, searching for a bottle of Nyquil. Upon its acquisition you turned back on your heel making your way to the bedroom your lover was restrained in. You stopped in the bathroom on your way back, collecting a pair of cosmetic scissors and gauze amongst other wound supplies. As you balanced all the items in your arms you could hear a distinct clanking noise. The noise of the restrains being tested and fought against.

You came back into the room with a sigh, looking at Tomura with dead and unamused eyes. He was fruitlessly trying to decay the leather wrapped around him, his own wrist disallowing the angle to make such a thing possible.

“Could you just, I don’t know… cooperate? Maybe, allow yourself some time to heal so you get better faster?” The eye contact you made with Shigaraki was aggressive. Testy. He smiled, curling his upper lip into a sneer.

“Make me.” He taunted.

You could see the thoughts behind his eyes. His exact line of thinking. ‘What’s y/n gonna do? Put me in time out? Make me stay in here an extra hour so I think about what I’ve done?’

In frustration you made a low noise in the back of your throat- the past two days have been utter hell. First the League’s failure at that dumb hero thing and more importantly, the four bullet wounds permeating your lover. Then there was the 12 hours you spent waiting for an underground doctor to come and dig the lead out of Shigaraki’s skin. That was 12 hours of relentless worry you had to deal with! And now, for the past day and a half you’ve had to deal with Tomura’s mood swings.

Now, it wasn’t that you didn’t understand. You were aware of the crushing feeling of personal failure which came with a train wreck you conducted. Still, you were willing to wait on Shiggy hand and foot, your only request that he allow you to take control and make him better.

But he just had to keep fighting you. Making you take drastic measures.

Your attention is caught up by the straps holding Shigaraki down, reminding you of the nights he would fuck you hard and rough, making you gasp in unrelenting pleasure. When he was done, you’d always be like putty in his hands, laying there blissfully exhausted and compliant. You curl your lips into a grinch-like smile. Of course. There was your ticket to Shigaraki’s submission.

You just have to fuck the fight out of him.

“Okay.” You finally said, nodding your head nonchalantly. “Okay. I’ll make you.” Calmly you set the supplies you gathered on the dresser top across from the bed, keeping only the scissors in your hand.

Coming up to the side of the bed you gave the scissors a few experimental snips, the metal making a distinct phip sound.

Shigaraki pressed himself back into the mattress, raising a scarred eyebrow up when you traced the scissor across the gray cotton t shirt. That single eyebrow multiplied into two as you took the scissors to begin cutting through his shirt.

Shigaraki started to squirm as he felt the cool, stale air of his room settle on his skin.

“What are you-“ you paused your delicate snipping to roughly grab the bottom half of his face in your hand, squeezing him to make his mouth fall open and halt his speaking.

“I’m making you cooperate…” You roughly released his face.

Ignoring his continued struggling, you went back to cutting his shirt open, until you were able to peel it off his body- the sweatpants he wore were next though you were hesitant to cut them. They were a grey pair which hung deliciously low on his hips and slid down lower and lower throughout the day. You decided against cutting them, instead shimmying them down to sit close to his shins. His underwear though, that was fair game. You took it off eagerly and drank in the sight of Shigaraki naked before you.

He was pale, still recovering from the blood loss he’d endured only two days prior, and his skin seemed especially swallow- giving off the appearance of fragility. You knew better however- Shigaraki, as weak as he may seem by appearance alone, was a force of nature.

Today you were making your way to the eye of the storm.

“Is getting me naked supposed to make me listen to you?” Tomura asked, his eyes narrowed to cynical slits.

“No… hah.” You let out a breathless laugh. “But this will.”

You were down between his knees in an instant, breathing hot breath over Shiggy’s cock. Before Shigaraki could fully process what you were doing, he’s hard, not that that was unusual, your lover was an easy guy to excite. Still, despite his nudity, he was not expecting this kind of attention, especially after being such a brat.

You were gentle at first, getting his cock used to the stimulation, stroking it languidly, licking at the slit of his cock a few times. You shuddered in satisfaction when you made your way down to his balls and heard him sigh in pleasure at the sensation of your warm tongue lapping at each testicle. Still, you knew better than to think a simple blow job would tame Tomura Shigaraki, successor of All For One.

For now, as you pleased him, he’d act all bashful but, as soon as you exert full control over the pacing of this intimate encounter, he’d start bratting again. When that happens, you’ll just have to take things to eleven.

“Ohh… fuck…” with a jolt, Shiggy thrust his hips up into your soft hand. To him, the pleasure was a most welcome distraction to the sharp aches of the bullet wounds scattered across his body. He’d been playing stoic about the pain for the past two days, but the wounds felt like hot agony for most of the day. He needed this pleasure.

“Your uh, your mouth.” He said, pinching his eyes up in pleasure. “y/n use your mouth on my cock.”

Immediately you ceased all contact with him. His eyes flew open.

“No.” you said with a shrug.  

Shigaraki scrunched up his eyebrows and wiggled his hips childishly, making his cock swing like a metronome. “Yes!”

You firmly locked your hands on his hips, stilling the movement, “No.”

“W- Why? “ he whined. “Why aren’t you rubbing my cock anymore?” his voice pitched up, revealing how badly he wanted to feel your touch.

“Well,” You start. “You haven’t been very cooperative with me. I mean, why should you make all the decisions? Why do you get to dictate both what you do and what I do, Hmm? That doesn’t seem very fair.” Your own voice took on a condescending lilt and you tilted his head up with your finger so you could properly look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide with lust and along his temple you could faintly see a pulse point pumping blood in time with the throbbing of his erection.

He wanted it. Bad.

“Let me take care of you, just leave everything to me…” you brought yourself down to his level to softly mutter in his ear. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

You didn’t have to wait for his response to know what he was going to say.

“Suck my cock, now.” He growled.

You took a deep breath and pulled your own shirt off over your head, not as you normally would, but as women do in tv and movies, all in one fluid motion. Your jeans were next, as you slid them off your bare legs, your panties joining them on the floor moments later.

With the grace of a swan you climbed over Shigaraki, positioning yourself on your hands and knees as you backed yourself up to his face.

“Oh so now y/n’s gonna be a big, strong, woman and make me- mhfmfmfm!” You grinded your pussy against his face, enjoying the psychological pleasure more than the physical. Grinding your labia against any ole thing wouldn’t really do it for you- but knowing that Tomura could barely breathe around your pussy as it sat right on his face gave you butterflies and made your hole start to gush.

“There you go… Good Boy…” You panted. Finally you pulled yourself away from Tomura’s mouth and flipped around, now straddling him cowgirl. In seconds, your hand wrapped around his member and positioned it to slide right in your hole. You sat down and took in the shocked, but pleasure-ridden face of Tomura.

You started to grind your hips down and bounce experimentally. In the past, the two of you have refrained from cowgirl, Shigaraki always wanting to hold full control over the action of fucking your pussy. As he laid back and felt his toes start to curl and twitch in pleasure he wondered if he was an idiot.

“See, Tomura~” you cooed as you leaned down, dangling your clothed breasts in his face. “Wasn’t my course of action so much better? Now you get to feel my wet pussy against your cock, isn’t that so much better?”

At a loss for words Shigaraki nodded his head frantically. He was already close. You smiled.

“So does that mean you’re gonna listen to me? Cooperate and do what I say?” that particular phrasing removed him from his headspace of ecstatic compliance.

“Nuh- No!” he choked out as you bounce faster and harder. Shigaraki started gasping and clenching his eyes shut, trying to block out the pleasure to last longer.

“Yes~ you’re gonna give in to me, Tomu-”

“Nu- oh fuck!”  he shook his head before tensing up, his whole body becoming stiff underneath you as you felt three hot spurts of cum fill your pussy. You chuckled, you didn’t even have to clench down on his cock to make him come, just the sensation of you bouncing on his cock was enough.

You stilled yourself as he laid under you, gauging his reaction to the orgasm.

He was flushed, and still panting heavily, meaning he came pretty hard. You clench down as his sensitive cock remains in your pussy and giggled when he let out a high pitched keen.

“So, are you gonna be good now? Are you gonna stay in bed for me?” Shigaraki blinked heavily, coming back to himself.

“You’re never…hah… going to get me to…hah… cooperate… hah…” His eyes fluttered shut despite themselves. You bit your lip. It couldn’t be helped. You were gonna have to keep riding him.

Just as Shigaraki’s breath started to even out you rose off of him, only to sink back down at full force. Shigaraki was taken out of his cool down by both the pain coming from the irritation of his bullet wounds and the pleasure of his cock being stimulated.

“Whuu? No, no it’s too sensitive!” he cried out. You said nothing, grinding down into him, fucking him like an animal.

As you continued fucking him Shigaraki trembled beneath you, whimpering in unrestrained pleasure, pulling against the leather cuffs which restricted his free reign. The noises he made were downright sinful, varieties of “ah, ah, ah”’s  and “oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”’s being commonly repeated noises.

You gazed down at his face- his eyes rolling around in his skull, frequently fluttering shut only to shoot open when you switched up the rhythm you used. His skin was flushed to hell and back- making him look obscenely cute as he whined out in pleasure, mouth open, drool dripping from the corners of his lips. As you continued looking, you had an epiphany. You loved Tomura. You loved, loved Tomura. You want him to get better and you want to see him let go like this every day.

In the moment you say it.

“I love you.”

Shigaraki flooded your pussy with more cum- gasping loudly as he rode out his orgasm. There’s no way he heard your little confession. And you were okay with that. It’d probably be better to reveal that when he’s not confined to his bed.

You pulled yourself off his cock and felt cum drip down from your thighs. You yourself haven’t cum, but you have accomplished your goal. One look at Shiggy told you that he was too blissed out to fight against your care. Your hand went to rest on his cheek.

“You’re going to be good, yeah? Let me do what I need to do?” you stroked the patch of dry skin under your fingertips.

Shiggy sleepily nodded. Looks like you wouldn’t be need the Nyquil.

Shigaraki laid still as you moved to tend to his wounds- tenderly cleaning them and re bandaging the sore holes. His joints would be sore as well. You decided to uncuff Shigaraki and maneuver his funky gloves on his hands.

When you’re done you pulled your lover’s sweatpants back up and crawl into bed behind him, For tonight you decided against changing the sheets. Instead you got comfortable in the well-used sheets, repositioning Shiggy so he could be your little spoon. You took a deep breath and smelled his hair. It was a little ew, but you didn’t mind. Just as you thought about your revelation, you heard a soft sigh.  

You smiled and cuddled closer, whispering those three words.

“I love you.”

And though you couldn’t see it, Tomura Shigaraki’s eyes widened from their slitted state for just a moment before a soft yet excited smile graced his features.  Slowly, his eyes slid shut again as he relaxed into your arms.

[captxin-rex]

How the Bad Batch react to Omega being upset (HC’s)

Hello there!

I have written more Headcanons! I do so enjoy writing these.

This one is a sort of continuation of the last one I did, that you can find right here.

So, as the title stipulates, this one is about the Bad Batch reacting to Omega being upset. It’s gonna be slightly AU, as I will be including Crosshair. Our boys aren’t really shown to be processing their emotions as they are constantly on the move (and are apparently built to withstand stress), so I thought I’d write a little something about how I think they would help Omega process her emotions.

Warnings: Fluff galore! Lots and lots of it. There will be quite a bit of angst and minor mentions of violence. Slightly AU. Some swearing (both English and Mando’a – forgive me if the Mando’a isn’t right. I relied heavily on the internet for the translations). Also, I never got it proof read so sorry in advance if there's any grammar/spelling mistakes!

Happy reading!

Hunter:

· We all know Hunter is stoic and acts like a tough, no-nonsense leader, but under that dark and broody façade is a sweet man who loves Omega with all his heart. She is very precious to him and he’s very glad that they took her with them when they escaped from Kamino.

· She managed to push past his tough exterior and unlock emotions within him that he didn’t even know he had. Watching her grow as a person and experience the galaxy brings him so much happiness and he’s glad that he gets to experience it with her.

· So, when Omega is hurting, he hurts too, and not just because he can sense when she is upset by the way her breathing changes or the sounds of her very quiet sobs that anyone else would struggle to hear.

· He doesn’t like seeing her sad but, in the beginning, he doesn’t quite know what to do when she’s upset, as he’s never really had to deal with an upset child before.

· He doesn’t really go for physical contact with anyone because of his enhanced senses, and at first, he is reluctant to hug her back when she hugs him – usually he would just put his hands on her shoulders and try to talk to her.

· But Omega is too sweet and pure and deserves all the love in the world, so the resolute walls he built up from being a soldier came crashing down and he finally hugged her one day when she was particularly sad and exhausted.

· He just held her close and gently rubbed her shoulders, telling her that everything would be okay, and promised her that he would always be there to look after her. He would never leave her, and he would never let anyone hurt her.

· The hug also puts him at ease too and after a while even his senses become used to it and it doesn’t bother him. He also needs this as much as she does, even if he doesn’t realise it at first. (Tech was right all those months ago when he was rambling about the benefits of a hug).

· He will never push for her to tell him what’s wrong, but will let her know that when she’s ready to talk he will be there to listen and offer support.

· Omega will often fall asleep, safe, and warm, in Hunter’s arms. He sometimes falls asleep too, relieved that he could be there for her and that she was safe in his arms, protected from harm.

Wrecker:

· A lot of people think that Wrecker is just big and loud, so how could he possibly be a comforting presence when someone is upset?

· Well, for one, he is the best hugger out of the Bad Batch and when people are upset, particularly Omega, he is usually the first to notice (after Hunter and his enhanced senses).

· He took to Omega basically straight away when the Bad Batch escaped Kamino with her. They have the same excitable energy and constantly hype each other up.

· They have a very special bond, and he hates seeing her upset and will do anything to see her smile again. Seeing her sad makes him upset and angry. He just wants her to be happy.

· He will scoop her up in his arms and hold her until she calms down, humming a random tune to soothe her.

· He will try to make her laugh by telling awful dad jokes and he will let her hold Lula because Lula helps him when he’s upset. He will also grab the Tooka doll he made her, called AZ, because double the tooka, double the happiness.

· When Omega does finally smile, Wrecker’s heart will soar. He feels that sometimes people judge him and fear him because of his appearance, but when Omega seeks him out when she is upset and he can make her smile again, it makes him realise that maybe people are wrong about him and that he’s wrong about himself - maybe he’s not so scary after all. He does in fact understand the need for subtlety and softness when it comes to comforting someone, despite what appearances suggest.

· When she has calmed down and is ready to talk about what’s wrong, he will be like “Who made you upset? Was it Crosshair? Because I’ll kick his shebs!”

· Once any ass-kickings have been given (if needed), they will seek out some food together (Mantell Mix is a favourite, of course).

· They will laugh and joke and have the biggest grins on their faces, happy to be in each other’s presence.

Tech:

· Tech, the clever clogs that he is, knew how special Omega was from the beginning when he analysed her DNA.

· However, he was still a little awkward around her at first because he, like the rest of his brothers, wasn’t used to having a child around, but they ended up bonding over their mutual love of knowledge and Omega hanging on his every word, especially when it came to teaching her about the Marauder. He likes that she doesn’t brush him off when he tells her facts, and actually asks him more questions and genuinely likes learning what she can from him.

· Now, Tech is a very smart man and has gathered knowledge about what to do if someone is upset, you know, just in case he ever needed to comfort someone.

· In theory, comforting someone seems pretty straightforward, but putting it into practise? Not as straightforward as it seems!

· Omega was upset one day, and usually she would seek out Hunter or Wrecker, but they weren’t there. He knew he had to do something, as he didn’t like to see her upset. But the thought of trying to console her made him slightly uncomfortable. What if he made her feel worse rather than better?

· He pushed his anxiety to the side anyway and asked her what was wrong, but she just sniffed and shook her head, leaving Tech to search his brain for what he should do next. He internally berated himself for being slow in providing comfort, because the longer he took to think of something, the longer Omega was upset.

· After a few long, slightly uncomfortable moments he said “You know, I have read that hugs have been proven to reduce stress and they also release oxytocin- “

· Before he could even finish his sentence, Omega threw her arms around him and held tight. He awkwardly patted her back at first, but then relaxed and hugged her properly. He held her tight and sat quietly for a few moments, letting her get her breathing back under control.

· He also started to feel the benefits of the hug and finished telling Omega why hugs are healthy. She looked up at him and smiled, thanking him for making her feel better. Seeing her smile at him like that made his heart melt and he was so relieved that he could help her feel better. He knew that information about hugs would come in handy one day!

· Omega would then tell the rest of the batchers this and try to get all of them to hug regularly, for the sake of their health! This idea was met with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

Echo:

· Echo wasn’t so sure about having Omega aboard the Marauder at first, mostly because he didn’t think she would be safe travelling with them.

· But then he saw how well she fit in, and he realised that she belonged with them.

· During his time as an ARC trooper, Echo saw some pretty messed up shit on the dangerous missions he was sent on (often with Fives). Some of these missions gave him terrible nightmares, and he would wake up shouting and terrified. Fives would calm him down and hug him, saying “It’s okay, vod, you’re safe”. He would also do the same for Fives if he ever had nightmares. He still has nightmares from when he was imprisoned at Skako Minor.

· One night, Hunter, Wrecker and Tech were out getting supplies, leaving Echo on the ship with Omega and Crosshair. Omega had retired to her room at his request to get some sleep a few hours before.

· He then heard small, quiet whimpers coming from Omega’s little room and immediately went to see if she was ok. By the time he climbed up the ladder, she was awake and looked terrified, and the scared look on her face reminded him of himself and Fives, when they would awaken in the dead of night, from dreams plagued with war and darkness.

· He asked her if she had a nightmare and she nodded her head, so he helped her down the ladder, and took her to sit down in one of the chairs in the cockpit, stopping to get a blanket along the way.

· He put the blanket around her, and she immediately leaned into him, searching for comfort, and he hesitantly put his arms around her, worried that his cybernetics would hurt her.

· However, she didn’t make any sign that his cybernetics bothered her, so he held her more firmly and let her cry, while he whispered, “It’s ok, vod’ika, you’re safe”, just like Fives would whisper to him.

· He let silent tears of his own fall, thinking about how unfair it was that Fives wasn’t there with him, about the war that had taken so many of his brothers. He hated that Omega was going through this, she was too young! He composed himself, putting on the mask of a tough soldier, and asked Omega what her nightmare was about.

· He vowed that night that he would always be there for Omega, no matter what.

Crosshair:

· Crosshair was very against having Omega aboard the Marauder. She was a child, had no combat experience, and would be a liability.

· He found her irritating at first, she and Wrecker were always doing something and were too energetic for his tastes. He tried to avoid her as much he could, which was difficult to do on the Marauder. He was even sarcastic and downright rude to her a few times, which the rest of his brothers reprimanded him for.

· Yet, no matter how sarcastic or unpleasant he was, Omega would still try to talk to him. She always made an effort to ask how he was, to engage him in conversation. And she always made sure he was included in every discussion the group had. She even came to him for advice about shooting her bow on a few occasions.

· She started to grow on him, and after a while he got used to her presence and even started to enjoy it, and he stopped trying to avoid her and actually held conversations with her. She was a little ray of sunlight in their ragtag group. But there was no way in hell he would ever admit that to anyone, he even had trouble admitting that to himself!

· One day, he was asked to stay behind with Omega because she needed a break, whilst the other batchers went to do an easy job for Cid. Apparently Hunter had decided that Wrecker’s, Tech’s and Echo’s skills would be needed more than Crosshair’s for that job.

· He heard Omega crying, and he froze. What the kriff was he supposed to do with a crying child? That was usually Hunter or Wrecker’s territory. Kriff, even Tech and Echo would be a better choice than him.

· But they weren’t there, and he couldn’t very well leave Omega to sit and cry on her own, could he? Even he wasn’t that cold.

· He approached her slowly, and knelt in front of her, intent on asking her what was wrong and trying to fix it as fast as possible. Before he opened his mouth, she threw her arms around him. He sat frozen for what felt like hours, arms limp at his side whilst Omega held him and cried. He brought his arms up and patted her on the back a few times before drawing her slowly away from him and looking at her.

· “Come with me,” he said, and he took her to a little makeshift target practise range he had made for himself to let off some steam when he needed to, making sure she brought her bow with her. They stood side by side like that for a while, Omega shooting her bow and Crosshair occasionally giving her advice on how to shoot more accurately.

· From that point on, Crosshair and Omega became closer and would use the practise range together when everything got a little too much for them. And Crosshair vowed quietly to himself that he would never let anyone harm their little ray of sunshine.

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Quick Thinking

MGR Chapter 8

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TW: Fights, physical violence, death mentions, minor cursing

Goldie was a quick thinker.

She could come up with a plan in a moment, and acted on it quickly. This often got her out of tight spots, especially when she needed to evade an attack during training.

Unfortunately, her plans weren’t always great, and sometimes got her deeper into trouble, and she once had to run from a junior knight that tried to kill her during dinner. (It had been a tough day.)

So as she ran ahead to punch the man with the blue hair, she hoped that this wasn’t one of those times.

As her fist collided with his face, he stumbled back, his eyes hardening. 

“So the little girl wants a fight? Well, she’ll get one.” His voice was mocking, dripping with fake sweetness and barrels of sarcasm. 

He swung his spear at her chest, but she skidded over to the right, narrowly avoiding being stabbed in the shoulder. 

She was about to send a magic blast at him, but then remembered: the Fade.

She cursed, and hit him again, pouring all her rage into the punch.

She was vaguely aware of Eloise and Lauren, who had started to fight off the soldiers that had come running towards the rest of the group, but her focus was on the man in front of her.

“Alright, the time for games is over.” The man quickly murmured something under his breath, and water rose up from the ground. She wasn’t sure where it had come from, but he was obviously a water sprite, so she didn’t question it long. Suddenly, it lifted her up against the back wall of the alleyway. She struggled against it, but it wrapped around her wrists and ankles, somehow chaining her up to the wall.

She looked over at the rest of the fight. Lauren and Eloise were holding their own pretty well, but Aaron, Elisabeth, and Marigold? Not so much. The three of them seemed to be teamed up against four soldiers, and they were cornered, just barely holding them off.

Goldie struggled to fight against her bonds (they were just water, right?), but they kept getting tighter and tighter.

And then she noticed the sprite’s face. His eyes were closed, his brow was furrowed, and his fists were clenched— the only reason he was able to keep her chained was because he was concentrating hard. And thankfully for her, Goldie was really good at breaking people’s concentration. 

“Hey! Hey you, the one with the dumb face! Why’s your face so dumb?”

It wasn’t her best insult, of course, and she was a bit worried she went a bit soft. The man didn’t seem to react, but she saw his fists clench even tighter— it was working.

“And I mean, your hair? Dude? What’s up with that? First, it’s this crazy blue color. I mean, are you, are you like some kind of tropical fish? Fish-man? Should I call you fish-man now?? Yeah, ok, fish-man, not just that, but jeez, you need some conditioner. Take care of your hair, you damn fish-man!”

The man huffed, and looked up at her. “Shut up, little girl.” 

Goldie just laughed. 

And then his eyes became even harder and colder than they already were. Another bit of water started to rise up from the ground, and she kept on laughing. “What are you going to do, splash me?”

But as it got closer and closer to her face— closer and closer to her mouth— she realized what was happening. He was going to gag her. With water.

And that would not turn out well for her.

She tossed out an insult, but the water was inches from her face, and she started to panic, she was trapped, no, no, no—

And then, she wasn’t. The water holding her to the wall dispersed, and she dropped down onto the floor. She stared at the man, face down on the stone floor, and the young princess standing above him, with a sword raised above her head. There was a moment of silence.

“Ohmygods— did, did I just kill him? I didn’t want to kill him! I just hit him with the flat end of my sword because you were all stuck and it didn’t seem good for you to be stuck and I really, really, really don’t want to have killed someone because I’m nine, and when you’re nine, you’re not supposed to kill people, right? Right? Is that something nine-year-olds do? Is that something I  have to do? Because that’s not really something I want to every do, oh gods, oh gods, oh—”

“Your highness, I don’t think he’s dead. And I’m not actually sure if nine-year-olds are supposed to kill people. We’ll have to ask the others later. But now, we need a plan.”

She glanced over at the three in the corner. They were still there, but they weren’t dead yet, so that was something.

And then, she thought of a plan. It might be stupid, but maybe, maybe, it could buy them a bit of time.

“How fast can you run?” Goldie asked, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Ummm,” Amina started, “Kinda fast? I guess?”

“Good. Now, when I say run, run with me as fast as your little child legs carry you.”

“My what—” the princess started to say, but she had no time, as Goldie quickly picked up her former attacker’s limp body, holding it up.

“Hey! You!”

A few soldiers who weren’t really doing anything stared at her, gasping when they saw their leader unconscious. 

“Yeah. You see this guy? You want him? Because I don’t think he’ll be very happy if he realizes his little group just sat by as we kidnapped him. And do you really want to see him mad?”

There was a silence in the alleyway, as even the soldiers attacking her friends stopped what they were doing.

And then, just before the soldiers became a screaming horde, Goldie shouted. “RUN!”

She took a quick look to see what was behind her. The good news was that most of the group was behind her, with Eloise helping her brother fight off one stubborn soldier, but they’d be fine. Probably.

But she couldn’t think about that right now, she had to think about the bad news— the soldiers were just a foot behind them.

Lauren ran up to her so that they were side-by-side. “What happens now?”

“No clue. Get to the boat and try not to die? And I guess use this guy as a shield.”

Lauren nodded and they kept going on. In a few minutes, they had reached the bottom of the staircase that led them to Xan Ruz’s surface. Goldie took the moment to look behind her, and sucked in a breath— they were right on their heels.

She dashed up the steps, her breath heavy, and she tried to focus on the sound of her shoes hitting the stones to calm her down. Tap, tap, tap, they went, as she ran for her life. Tap, tap, tap, they went, as she was inches from something horrible.

And then, finally, after running through the tunnel, fresh air at last. She could see the suns rising in the northwest, and she suddenly realized that she had no idea where their boat was.

Thankfully, Lauren realized this as well, and took the lead. Still carrying the man on her back, she sprinted across the field, hoping it wasn’t far.

“It’s just down here!” Lauren shouted, and she ran down a small hill. Goldie could see the coastline next to it, and on it was a small rowboat, large enough to fit everyone. Maybe.

And then, a scream pierced the air. She turned back to face it— a soldier had caught up to Elisabeth and had grabbed hold of her. 

She quickly dropped the sprite and snapped her fingers, hoping that something would happen. Marigold had said that she had been propelling them with magic until they pulled ashore, so her powers would work, right?

And then, her bow appeared in her hands, and her quiver of arrows on her back. She smirked, and pulled one out, positioning the shot just right.

With a thwish and a woosh, her arrow sailed over to the soldier, hitting them right in the forearm. They quickly let Elisabeth go, and she ran up to the rest of the group, all of them trying to get to the boat as fast as they could. 

Goldie picked up the man (she wasn’t losing her hostage yet) and sprinted down the hill so fast it felt like gravity was reaching its hands up and pulling her to the ground, and that she had no say in any of it.

And then, they had made it. Everyone was piling into the boat, and Goldie practically tossed her hostage in, shooting the soldiers when they got too close.

“Goldie, come on!” Marigold yelled, and she hopped in the boat as Lauren started to row them away.

There was a brief silence, while everyone tried to catch their breath and process what just happened. And then, Eloise spoke the thought that everyone had probably been thinking at that point.

“What the hell do we do now?”

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Gavin and MC-Valentine's Day

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It was Valentine's Day tomorrow, and I thought I'd make some chocolate for Gavin. We are friends from the second year of high school and I thought of giving him chocolate because we are friends. Are we really just friends? When I think about it, my heart beats faster. I should finish the chocolate without thinking about it.

When I finished the chocolate I wanted to write a message but I didn't know what. After some thought I wrote the message but I didn't want him to read it. I hesitated for a moment but left the message.

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The next day I put the chocolate and the message in the bag to give to Gavin. As I was thinking about when to give him the chocolate, I saw Gavin waiting in front of my house.

,,Are we going?" Gavin asked. ,,Yes. Let's go." I said.

Every time I went to school together and after he would take me home. I was inattentive for a moment and stumbled and was about to fall. Gavin grabbed my hand and I didn't fell. I was in his arms for a moment.

Gavin asked me, ,,Are you okay?" ,,Y-yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Even though I said that, I didn't feel well at all. My heart was pounding so fast and I didn't know why. I tried to calm down and kept going until I got to school.

In front of the school was Minor waiting for us. ,,It took you a long time." says Minor, looking at Gavin with a smile and asking ,,Did something happen?". Frustrated Gavin said ,,N-nothing happened that you can imagine.". I was confused because I didn't know what they meant. Before we left for our classes, Gavin turned to me and said, ,,I'll take you after school.". I knew he was going to say that, and I nodded.

After classes we met in front of the school to go to our homes. I couldn't give him the chocolate, so I'll give it to him now.

I stopped Gavin and said, ,,I wanted to give you something today but I couldn't until now." Gavin curiously asks, ,,What is it?" I took the chocolate and handed it to Gavin. ,,Happy Valentine's Day Gavin." Gavin took the chocolate and said, ,,Thank you." I don't know if it seemed to me, but I saw that his face was a little red when he said that. ,,It's also a message I wrote but to read when you're home." After I said that, he said, ,,Okay."

,,Can I taste the chocolate?" I asked. I said, ,,Yes. I made them. I hope you like them." Gavin said with a smile on his face, ,,If you did them then they're good." When he said that, I was a little agitated. I felt different than other times when I was with him.

Without realizing it, I was already in front of my house. We said goodbye and before I entered the house he hugged me and said ,,Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.". I went in house after, and my heart beating so fast because he said that to me so close in my ear.

When Gavin come home, he read the message.

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The next day we went at school together like every time. The atmosphere was different than usual. Suddenly Gavin took my hand. I was surprised and he said ,,Can I hold your hand?" ,,Yes. It's ok.".

BONUS:

When we arrived Minor saw us and smiled and said ,,How cute you are!". Gavin was embarrassed and said "S-shut up!" And left the classroom holding my hand.

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Happy Valentine's Day! 💙 I finally finished editing the text because there were some grammar mistakes because english is my second language. 😂

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Long Away - chapter 12

Kylo Ren x Female Reader

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You and Kylo returned together to the First Order Cruiser. The troopers that were supposed to keep eyes on you weren’t punished because Kylo knew that they wouldn’t be able to do it – that was why he went by himself to see what you were up to. Lucky for you, you were already in the Temple so he never knew about your encounter in the bar with Poe.

           In the way back to the cruiser you and Kylo didn’t talk, but once or twice you noticed yourself looking at him – after the conversation in the Temple, you knew things had change, you just didn’t know how and how much.

           The minor ship entered the cruiser and troopers came outside to receive the Supreme Leader – you being right next to him. Both of you walked out together and entered the ship together, not a word mentioned. You weren’t behind him but by his side, and both of you looked neuter, not like something bad had happened – that surely caused an impression on the employees that saw the scene, because you looked as powerful and relevant as the Supreme Leader himself.

           You and Kylo took separate ways at some point and no words were said. You went on your way to your chambers.

           “I see that you and the Supreme Leader have become quite close” you heard a male voice from behind you. You turned around to see who were talking to you and you saw General Hux standing on the hall, looking at you.

           “I beg you a pardon?” you asked him trying to figure out what he was talking about.

           “Now I understand why he asked you to stay around” he said getting closer to you. “I thought it weird myself because why would the Supreme Leader ask for a filthy bounty hunter to stay around? We don’t need them often neither do we need them around.”

           “What are you trying to say, General?” you asked now a bit angrier in your tone, because you were coming to notice what he was implying.

           “You are far from not being attractive, Ms. Lacer.” He smiled in sarcasm “If I were the Supreme Leader and someone like you offered me help I would take it without a second thought. Lucky you I proved yourself loyal, huh? Now you have become too loyal.”

           You just stared at him with a blank expression. “Are you implying that I am romantically involved with Kylo Ren?”

           “Let’s be honest here, (Y/N). Why else would you be that close to him now? Of course your work in his private chambers must be ve…” he didn’t finish talking – you didn’t let him to.

           “I think you should apologize, General.” You cut his words, approaching him, he had his eyebrows up, analyzing you, with sarcasm. You raised your hand, discreetly and used the Force to make Hux kneel.

           “Oh, look, kneeling a good way to start!” you said jokily with a smirk on your face. Hux tried to stand up but he couldn’t because of the Force, he had anger in his face.

           “You bit-” he started and you summoned him to near you, dragging him by his knees, you approached your face to his.

           “You better show me some respect, Hux.” You said looking deep into his eyes. “Are you going to apologize now?” you moved away your face from next to his. He moved his mouth to say something and you started to choke him.

           “I’m sorry, are you trying to say something? I can’t hear you” he was trying to speak but couldn’t. You let him go and smirked.

           “I’m sorry” he let go with his first breath.

           “Good boy” you said turning around to keep your way. Behind you there was Kylo Ren, you weren’t sure how long he had been there. You just passed next to him and no words were said.

           You entered your room and took a deep breath – that had been long day. After a shower, you laid down on your bed, with the head full of thoughts. You started to recall the day, first going to Coruscant, escaping from the troopers, finding Poe, having your first kiss with him, almost being robbed, Poe figuring out about your secrets, the Jedi Temple, Kylo Ren, the whole conversation, and now Hux.

           You were trying to avoid the Temple conversation in your thoughts, it was too much for you to take – you took Kylo’s hands joining him in his journey for power, knowledge and a better future for the galaxy, or whatever he wants to do with it, because you actually wanted it, but what about the Resistance? You had made friends in there and you couldn’t just easily explain to them the whole thing. Actually, people would never accept the future being dictated by one person only, especially one that they judged to be “a spoiled brat”. You had to thing about it. Also, you still had conflict in your heart, it wasn’t easy to hate someone for so long and blame him for all your problems and suddenly just let it go – Kylo Ren was still the one who killed all those people, and Hylia. Still, you were also letting go of the past.

           Your thoughts came back to Poe – the kiss. You didn’t really had the time to think about it, not much at least, with all that had happened. The Hux accusation connected with this thought, you almost laughed at it but then you remembered that the thought of how it would be to kiss him did cross your mind; afterwards, he was an attractive man. You wondered if he had ever kissed someone, he once was padawan as well, did he get the chance to have any experiences after that?

           Those weren’t important thoughts, you shook your head and laid on your side. Slowly you fell the sleep coming, and in this night, your brain decided to bring out past memories in your dreams.

           Your hair was soaking wet and you were widely smiling. You and a friend, Sony, were coming back from the lake, you two decided to enjoy a bit of the free time to have some fun. Sony wasn’t much older than you, you both shared a room, that was the main reason why you and her were usually seen together.

           The two of you were laughing over something silly that had happened in the lake, it had been a good day – you were on your way to your dormitory so you could clean yourselves and get some food with other friends.

           Your hair was shorter than now, and it was darker because of it being wet.

           “I can’t believe you didn’t feel that coming,” Sony said while laughing of you.

           “Oh, I’m sorry if you are a cheater!” you teased her

           “Take it back!” she answered with a fake-offended face, still smiling. You had a small ball in your pocket and got it in your hands.

           “See that coming!” you threw the ball in her direction, playfully, she dodged the ball and it was going to hit someone behind her.

           “Watch out!” you yelled, but it wasn’t necessary: he had stopped the ball by using the Force and got it in the air with his hand. You and Sony saw that was Ben Solo and you felt like burring yourself into the ground so no one could look at you, because honestly you felt as a pathetic child, soaking wet and throwing balls in someone else. Ben was around the same age as you two, in the teen years, but he looked older and more mature, so everybody else was afraid of him.

           “Sorry” you said shyly while slowly walking in his direction to get the ball back. He stood his hand in your direction and you got the ball from his hand. He gave you a small smirk as a way to say ‘it’s ok’, you didn’t smile back because of the way you felt embarrassed. He left.

           “My stars.” Sony said now walking by your side, you two back on your way to your dormitory.

           “What?” you asked, with your thoughts into something else.

           “Didn’t you see that? He’s so weird.”

           “Who? Ben Solo?”

           “Yeah. He’s so snob, I bet he thinks he’s better than everyone else just because he’s a Skywalker.” You just shrugged in return, you weren’t really interested in thinking about it, he wasn’t of your concern. You went ahead and opened the door for your dormitory and the moment you stepped inside, you were somewhere else.

           It was the Ancient Jedi Temple in Dantooine. You spent so many time in there that you felt weird of not remembering about it in a while. You weren’t much older now in this memory, it was a little after you first arrived there.

           There was a bonfire in the middle of the hall, hopefully the old Masters wouldn’t be mad at you for trying to warm yourself up and also get some hot meal. The cold walls of the Temple weren’t really a welcoming place, but it was the best place you had found to hide yourself: no one would remember Dantooine, a distant planet in the Outer Rim. And you felt way more protected inside a Jedi Temple – at least that was the reason why you went to live in there, after a few years you just got used to the place and didn’t care anymore about the Jedi Order. It was especially nice at first because you had found some old holocroms that gave you random information about the Old Jedi Order, the one destroyed shortly before the rise of the Empire.

           You weren’t used yet with the loneliness, and many times in the last days the thought of killing yourself crossed your mind – but you wouldn’t do it, Hylia had sacrificed herself for you life, you couldn’t just throw it away. At first you wanted revenge, you felt anger and just wanted to find Ben Solo and kill him with your own hands. You remembered that anger wasn’t a good feeling for a jedi, you tried to let it go but it was hard. Eventually you did let it go, as you did let go all your hope and good thoughts about the Jedi Order. But at that moment, in the memory, you were full of anger towards the now called Kylo Ren.

           You were sitting on the floor, near the bonfire. You had shut yourself down to the Force but you still could feel it trying to mess with you, because you couldn’t control it well enough. A lonely tear fell on your check, you didn’t mind crying then.

           “You’re weak” you heard this voice talking to you. You suddenly stood up, got your lightsaber and turned it on. The blue light fulfilled the environment – thinking about it now, if you had to find your crystal now, the blue one probably wouldn’t be the one to find you, you had such a different personality now.

           “Who’s there?” you asked and you voice echoed in the Temple. Then you saw him, right in from of you there was Kylo Ren. You were mortified, how did he find you? You felt that your life was about to end and everything had happened for nothing.

           What really happened was that you got so scared but at the same time you ran into his direction with your saber and tried to kill him, but it was nothing but a image of your imagination. But now, in your dream that was mixed with your memories, it wasn’t what really happened.

           “It’s not really a bad place” he commented. You weren’t scared anymore, you felt calm – just like you felt in the Coruscant Temple when you saw him.

           “Try living in here for a few years” you replied and you noticed the jokily tone in your own voice. He laughed and you just felt enchanted by the sound of his laugh. You softly smiled.

           “Why are you smiling?” he asked getting closer to you.

           “Nothing… it’s just- I like your laugh. You should laugh more.”

           “What are you talking about? I’m always laughing.” He smiled, now very close to you.

           “No… you’re always serious and barely talks.”

           “Whoever it’s this version of me that you’re talking about, it’s not really me. I am always smiling, especially when I see you.” You weren’t expecting those words from him, and by his next question you probably made a funny weird face.

           “What?” he laughed.

           “Why are you saying that to me?”

           “(Y/N)… You can be so silly sometimes.” And saying that his lips approached yours softly.

           You opened your lips, unexpectedly accepting his kiss, and once his tongue met yours, he deepened the kiss. One of his hands went to your neck and other to your hip, while your hands found themselves making a mess in his hair – he didn’t seem to bother. You pulled a bit of his hair and you heard a small groan leaving his lips during the kiss, that only made you grave more for him.

           His hand that was on your hip now was grabbing one of your breasts and you didn’t mind at all, because in this whole situation it felt totally natural. It fits.

           You don’t know how but at some point the two of you walked to closer to the wall, and you felt the cold wall behind you while Kylo was pressing your body against the wall with his own body. The kisses were getting deeper, faster – hunger. You felt something hardening down in his pants, you also felt yourself needy. You never knew how it was like to be touched by someone, you never really thought about it much – it wasn’t something that should occupy a jedi’s mind. You weren’t a jedi any longer now.

           Kylo’s hand travelled cross your whole body while he was giving you wet kisses on your neck, a small noise came outside of your mouth, probably some short of groan and you could hear Kylo giggle, you just giggled as well, too busy concentrating on the feeling of his hands now touching your naked skin under your clothes. You wanted to feel the volume down in his pants, so one of your hands traveled to feel it while the other was still caressing his hair.

           “You have no idea… how crazy you… make me feel” Kylo said between kisses on your neck. You felt butterflies in your stomach, something that you had never felt before. His hand slipped to inside your panties, you spread your legs a little open so he could reach the core, your body still pressed against the wall. His cold hand touching your warm core made you shiver, the sensation was great and got amazing when he first touched your clit – he started circle movements and you never felt such a thing. You let out a moan while kissing him and you just wanted more. The movements got faster, they were precise to make you feel pleasure, his finger slip inside, and the sensation was…

           You never got the chance to know the rest of the dream, or how it was the feeling because you woke up. You opened your eyes and took a deep breath, the alarm was ringing, you felt humid between your legs – it was an odd feeling. You felt sleepy and weird, why did you have such a dream? Especially with Kylo Ren.

           You had never think about sexual things, not like this, you never had the need to, afterwards you were learning to be a jedi – but things were different now, for the first time ever you were free. How that kind of thing works anyway?

           You dressed up for your day and left the room, you were going to get breakfast in the cafeteria when you heard a droid voice behind you.

           “Mistress! Mistress!” it called. You turned around to see if you were the one they were talking to. “Are you not having breakfast?”

           “I am on my way to have it” you explained confused. Another droid behind the one talking to you was caring a silver tray with food on it.

           “It was send to you, mistress. Also, it is required for you to move to bigger chambers.” You were confused with the situation – apparently, now you were being treat as a member of the First Order, not like an ordinary employee. It was good on a side, because you would have better food and a better place to sleep – not that your current place was bad, but a bigger one wouldn’t be bad. You nodded yes to the droid and entered your room, it place the tray on the table and left the room leaving you alone to eat, you would miss the troopers company, you thought to yourself.

           What now? Would you be Ren’s pet now on? You couldn’t avoid this feeling. You agreed with his thoughts and ideas, but you still were on your own path, you still wanted to be independent. While eating and thinking you got your datapad and sent a note to Kylo Ren: “Don’t treat me like a pet, just because we’re friends now I don’t need special treatment.” You wondered if you weren’t being ungrateful.

           “Feel free to eat the terrible food and sleep in a small room if you want to.” A note in your datapad arrived, sent by Kylo himself. You dropped the datapad on your bed, a bit frustrated, he wasn’t wrong.

           You laid down on your bed, frustrated and a bit angry with yourself. You still wanted to help the resistance, they were your friends afterwards, but they wouldn’t understand that you wanted to help the galaxy. They wouldn’t tolerate repression but maybe it would be necessary. You shook your head… that was still wrong, all lives matter, and people have the right to agree and disagree. Maybe you could convince Kylo to give up on the political power – he said he didn’t care much about it anyway – and at the same time, help the Resistance to destroy the First Order. Maybe Kylo could indeed be your friend, and when all of this is done both of you could try to bring the balance back in the Force, avoid another totalitarian uprising and search the knowledge of both sides of the Force.

           It was a plan. You just hoped it would work. The notepad got a notification and a hologram of General Hux showed up.

           “Your presence is required in the Major Room. Immediately.” Well, certainly it couldn’t be a good thing. -- 

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[winterandiron]

Bruised.

Summary: In which Peter gets beat up by some school bullies and next thing he knows his suit it's flying him to the avengers compound.

A/N: I posted this on AO3 last year but figured It wouldn’t hurt to have it here too. As always, english it's my second language so beware of possible grammar mistakes.

It’s always been there... the comments. No matter how low they got everyone seem to get a kick of them, they would have a laugh and get back to their regular business. But Peter had to carry them through the day, as a remainder that his life was incomplete, sure he was more than grateful for May and everything she did to take care of a child that wasn’t even hers, had she said no to take responsibility of Peter back when his parents had died who knows where he could have end up with how child services and the foster care system was these days.

But that didn’t make it easier, sadly.

“I would tell you to hire someone to pretend to be your mom, Parker, but not only are you an orphan, you’re also poor”

“Your parents are probably glad they died so they wouldn’t have to see what a loser their son is”

“Too bad your aunt got stuck with you, she probably doesn’t even want you either, Peter”

It was a daily issue and as it was telling himself he was used to it after years of enduring the verbal attacks but sometimes the things some of his classmates said to him hurt, it made him wonder if some of it was true. And then things started to scale.

The first time that happened he was shoved into the lockers on the hallway, then someone pushed him when he was on his way out of class which resulted on a bruised cheek after he went face first into the floor, then on and on. May would always ask but Peter had made himself a reputation as a clumsy person so when he said he hit himself with the lab door on his way out she would just let out a sigh and put some numbing cream on it.

Ever since the spider incident things were getting even more difficult for him. Not only did he had to silently take the nasty things they would say and the punches but he had to control himself not to punch back, no matter how much he wanted to, cuz if loses it and throws Flash through a wall someone will figure out something it’s wrong with him and next thing he knows he’s on a lab in the middle of nowhere and the government it’s examining his insides. In all honesty, he would rather not.

So there he was, on the side of his own public school, surrounded by four kids his own age that were so full of rage they found no way of letting it out other than on his face.

“Guys, can we not do this today?” He whispered, knowing there was no getting out of it. “Oh, I’m sorry it’s not convenient for you right now? Would you like to reschedule it?” Flash mocked him.

The guy next to him gave the first hit, right on his jaw, making the sharp pain run all the way to the back of his neck in a cool string.

“Why don’t you call Iron Man? Since you’re such good friends with him?” They all laughed.

Yeah, because he was going to call Mr. Stark over some bullies.

The pain rapidly started to run all over his body; his ribs, his stomach, his back. The taste of blood was way too familiar, not only from the beatings at school but also his spider-costumed adventures he went in every now and then. Peter could only tightened his fist and grunt both from the punches he was taking and all the strength it was taking him to not kick them back to their asses. Thoughts about his aunt who had enough trying to put food on his plate and raising him a good man to also had to deal him him being a superhero filled him, she didn’t need that. Ned could also he drag into it, and God know how much bad press Tony would take if they found out he recruited him at such a young age, they wouldn’t understand how much Mr. Stark had helped him get through the whole superhero thing and he already had many targets on his back, Peter would not help put another on it.

So he took it, all the hits, every punch and kick and when they were done Peter would go on with his life.

X

“Boss” The voice seemed to be far away, he was probably dreaming either way. “Boss” Or maybe not.

He whined at the pain on is neck, sleeping on top on his working table probably wasn’t his brightest idea.

“I hope you have a good reason to wake me up or you’ll end up with Dum-e on that community college.” He murmured. “I’m sorry to wake you, Sir, but an alarm just went off on the training wheels protocol.”

That was enough to wake him up.

“Where is he?” He questioned, his back shooting straight. “He’s on an alley three blocks away from his school” The AI informed. “Ok, what's wrong?” He was already on his way upstairs. “It appears one of his ribs it’s broken, his jaw might have a minor fracture and there’s some internal bleeding. Karen advised medical attention but Peter refuses to go to the hospital, Sir.”

Oh, God that kid was as stubborn as a mule.

“That’s it. Lock the suit, Friday, bring him home.” He spoke at the same time he was calling the medical wing to make sure there was a doctor there when the kid arrived.

About ten minutes later he walked outside into the green area that surrounded the compound just in time to see the Iron Spider suit fly it’s way to him with a very confused Peter Parker inside.

“Mr. Stark!? I-I… What? The suit just started flying and it wouldn’t let me move, when did you put repulsors on this thing?” The kids was way higher than usual when his mask faded back and his signature ramble came out.

Tony was taken aback by the state Peter was in; one of his eyes was swollen, there was blood running from his left eyebrow down his face, a bruise was starting to show it’s color on his jaw and more blood was coming off his parted lip. He was wrecked.

“What happened, Peter?” The question came out as a growl. “N-Nothing, just a run in with some bad guys on a dark alley, Sir. I had the flu last week and I’ve been kinda weak but I think I’m going to take it a little slower for a couple of days-” “Kid, I’m giving you an opportunity to come clean” He interrupted him. “But I could very well have Friday find some security footage of the whole thing, so either you tell me or I figure it out myself” “Mr. Stark there’s-” “We’ve been here, Pete. Last time you went behind my back things didn’t end well.” He let out a sigh. “This isn’t that, Sir, I swear.” The kid hurried to explain. “So… tell me what it is, because if you think I’m buying the bad guys on a dark alley at 3pm thing then you have something else your way.”

Tony was pissed but not necessarily at Peter, he was mad about the kid being hurt. He thought that by monitoring him and giving him a more advanced suit he could help Peter be more safe when he was swinging around New York, but what if he was just making it easier for the child put himself on danger?

“Come on, let’s get you checked out and then we can talk. Karen unlock the suit.” As soon as his orders were followed he had to run help Peter stay on his feet. “You can’t even stand, Spider Man.”

He guided him to the compound with one arm carefully wrapped around his hips so he wouldn’t hurt his broken rib.

X

“The internal bleeding it’s already slowing down on it’s own, I gave him some strong painkillers ‘cuz he’s going to need them later but his healing process seems to be accelerated just like his metabolism so there’s really not much to do anymore.” The head of medical at the compound informed him.

“Thanks, Doc.” Tony padded his arm and saw him leave his lab.

He walked to Peter, who was sitting on a stool with his stare lose somewhere near his bots, and handed him a glass of iced water.

“Here, you might need this.” The kid took a long gulp but keep his eyes away from Tony.

There were two butterfly closures on his eyebrow and the bruise on his jaw seemed bigger now that the purple was getting darker.

“Peter, I just want you to be safe, Kid. Broken bones and bleeding insides it’s not safe, I don’t care how fast you can heal.” He began explaining. “I-I just don’t want to bother anyone with these stuff.” He offered but Tony could barely hear him. “This is not a burden, this is your safety which makes it priority number one for me, for May and it should be for yourself too” He kept his voice as soothing as possible because he wanted to school the boy but Peter had had enough for a day. “Who did this to you, Kid?” The question rolled out softly.

Peter eyes started to water, it was clear on his face that he had been carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders and Tony wanted to take off of him because nobody should be dealing with such things so young in life.

“There’s… there’s some guys at the school…” His voice stuttered. “You’re being bullied?” He got a nod for an answer. “An this is new or…?”

Peter’s eyes lowered again and that’s all he needed to put two and two together, suddenly Tony had the urge to comfort him, to take care of it all so the kid didn’t have to go through anymore shit. His hand brushed Peter’s dark locks of hair back, the kid went rigid for a second at the unfamiliar feeling of Tony’s gentle touch. Physical affection wasn’t the billionaire's forte but it felt right to pull Peter’s head close to his chest to plant a kiss at the top of it, the muscles of his back relaxing under his hand as he run it up and down through it slowly.

“Fighting crime will never be more important than your safety, Peter, and if I have to face a bunch of sixteen years old kids to ensure it, including you, then so be it.” He concluded.

Anthony Stark had seen his fair share of things -he’d been to space for fuck’s sake- and yet here is this kid who takes away his breath with just how selfless he could be. He manage to keep his abilities a secret (even from his best friend) and decided to use them for the greater good, not caring that it meant putting his own life on the line and when he faced trouble as Peter Parker and not Spider Man he took it like any defenseless teenager would because using his newfound strength could only get him on a worse predicament and his loved ones could be drag into it too. The kid was hands down the best person he had come across in all his years walking around this blue earth and even if he didn’t knew the first thing about taking care of someone other than himself, he would learn and he would keep Peter safe even if it was the last thing he did because that child deserved someone to fight for him as hard as he was fighting for everyone else.

Peter was breathing deeply, the pain was still very much present but he was more relaxed and maybe it was the painkillers or maybe it was Mr. Stark comforting touch but he was confident on the fact that he wouldn’t have to deal with Flash or any of his minions anymore because Tony said he’d take care of it and Peter believed him, so he fell into the darkness with ease knowing that after all he got someone looking out for him.

And when you know Iron Man has your back, you sleep like a baby.

_______

Hope you guys enjoyed, sorry for my poor grammar and as always feedback it’s appreciated!

[douchebagbrainwaves]

OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT SHOW

And being rapacious not only doesn't help you do that, but probably hurts. It seemed the essence of cool, as any writing should, by what it says, not who wrote it. And present union leaders are any less courageous. They can work on projects with an intensity in both senses that few insiders can match. Show features in an order driven by some kind of preamble. For example, correcting someone's grammar, or harping on minor mistakes in names or numbers. When you negotiate terms with a startup, it's easier for competitors too. If there's one piece of advice I would give about writing essays, it would be a mistake to talk to corp dev unless a you want to do is write checks. Not all rich people got that way from startups, of course, have to change and keep changing their whole infrastructure, because otherwise the headers would look as bad to the Bayesian filters as ever, no matter what your lifespan was.1 I say languages have to be able to filter out most present-day spam, because spam evolves.2 Someone responsible for three of the best writers would be excluded for having offended one side or the other.

He's a senator. It may work, but it feels young because it's full of rich people, it has to be better if the people with more knowledge have more power. One thing we'll need is support for the new is exactly what you want than it would take to write it yourself, then all that code is doing nothing but make your manual thick. This is now starting to happen, not to make the medicine go down. In effect, this structure gives the investor a free option on the next round, when customers compare your actual products. As I've written before, one byproduct of technical progress is that things we like tend to become more addictive. But I don't see how we could replace founders. If new ideas arise like doodles, this would explain why you have to join a syndicate, though. VCs feel they need the power that comes with board membership to ensure their money isn't wasted. Well, I suppose we'd consider it, for the average engineer, more options just means more rope to hang yourself. But the way this problem ultimately gets solved may not be an absolute rule, but it is not entirely a coincidence that the word Republic occurs in Nigerian scam emails, and also occurs once or twice in spams referring to Korea and South Africa.

I would give about writing essays, it would not. Imagine, for example. That's what you're looking for. At sixteen I was about as observant as a lump of rock. The first time I met Jerry Yang, we thought we were meeting so he could check us out in person before buying us. And the only thing you can least afford. I end up with two large hash tables, one for each corpus, mapping tokens to number of occurrences. Above all, make a habit of asking questions, especially questions beginning with Why. Microsoft, actually.3 But for obvious reasons no one wanted to give that answer. Its fifteen most interesting words are as follows: let g 2 or gethash word good 0 b or gethash word bad 0 unless g b 5 max. They're not very common, but the word madam never occurs in my legitimate email, and whatever was found on the site could be included in calculating the probability of the email being a spam, whereas sexy indicates.

But I don't think many people realize there is a significant correlation. The nature of the business means that you want to write essays at all. But their tastes can't be quite mainstream either, because they pick later, when I had time to reread them more closely. Designing systems of great mathematical elegance sounds a lot more appealing to most of us than pandering to human weaknesses. Most investors know this m. Empirically that seems to work. We often tell startups to release a minimal version one quickly, then let your mind wander is like doodling with ideas. What makes a good founder? I sat down to write them. The 20th best player, causing him not to worry about money. But they were expensive compared to what corp dev does and know they don't want to; you could just show a randomly truncated slice of life, and that would be a good painter, and b means they can supply advice and connections as well as teach.

But a competitor that managed to avoid facing it. But at most valuation caps: caps on what the effective valuation will be when the debt converts to stock at the next sufficiently big funding round. You look at spams and you think, the gall of these guys to try sending me mail that begins Dear Friend or has a subject line that's all uppercase and ends in eight exclamation points. MIT, Stanford, Berkeley, and Carnegie-Mellon? I'm talking to companies we fund? Don't be evil. It must be something you can learn. Which caused yet more revenue growth for Yahoo, and further convinced investors the Internet was worth investing in. At Rehearsal Day, one of the founders is an expert in some specific technical field, it can be good for writing server-based software, surprisingly, is continuations. But it does seem as if Google was a collaboration.4 Another big factor was the fear of Microsoft.

VCs, whose current business model requires them to invest large amounts, and a human who doesn't is doing a bad job of being human—is no better than an animal. Startup School. This kind of focus is very valuable, actually. I stopped wondering about it. A probability can of course be mistaken, but because the space of possibilities is so large. If you have any kind of data structure, like window systems, simulations, and cad programs. You can afford to be passive. What is our purpose? The author is a self-sustaining.5

Notes

A knowledge of human nature, might come from. Different kinds of content. 39 says that a their applicants come from all over, not economic inequality. Few technologies have one clear inventor.

Unless of course, but you should probably pack investor meetings with So, can I count you in a signal. If there's an Indian grocery store near you, what you have the determination myself. The closest we got to Yahoo, we should be working on such an interview, I'd open our own startup Viaweb, Java applets were supposed to be something you can describe each strategy in terms of the magazine they'd accepted it for you by accidents of age and geography, rather than risk their community's disapproval.

Companies often wonder what to outsource and what the valuation at the end of the founders realized.

Most people let them mix pretty promiscuously. Instead of the biggest successes there is one of them.

To talk to a partner, which would be possible to make a conscious effort to be evidence of a safe will be inversely proportional to the next legitimate email was a kid most apples were a handful of lame investors first, and on the other seed firms always find is that the site.

Thanks to David Sloo, Dan Friedman, Joel Lehrer, and Paul Buchheit for inviting me to speak.

[ljnuwu]

heartthrob!jeno

summary: heartthrob!jeno wants his habits to die but all his attempts to show you always seem to go wrong

genre: fluff(?), angst

warnings: cliche, like SUPer cliche, horrible grammar, cursing, kinda long(?) depends the kind of reader you are ig, not proofread

lee jeno amirite

alr so naturally being lee jeno everyone loves you

like how could you nOT love him its like impossible

now there are like a few people who don’t and that’s ok just live your life yknow

now lee jeno is like really really loveable

you know those situations where people are so nice that you want to kill them? that’s like everyone @ jeno minus the wanting to kill

instead it’s wanting to protect him at like all costs which is reasonable

ok so onto his dating life

jeno has a record of dating someone for like a solid one to three-ish weeks maybe the longest he’s ever dated anyone was like five weeks everyone thought he’d stay with them but it ended up breaking up so like :/

no one knows why jeno is like this like he drastically changed like kinda in the middle sophomore year 

like he went from a shy boy who couldn’t even look at a girl without blushing to this like confident boy that could make anyone’s heart flutter by just breathing

ok so like onto you

you actually were partners with jeno on a project in like the first half of sophomore year so like you know the og jeno yknow 😔

you also had like a minor crush on him at that time but we don’t talk about that

at first, you didn’t believe the rumors but then you saw/heard it with your own eyes & ears

you remember it so vividly like woah 

it was like maybe march or april of sophomore year when you were late to class and just didn’t bother going lmao 

so you were wandering around the school building and you thought you were the only one bc everyone had a class at that time so like you were kinda shocked to hear some voices in the hallways

so you wanted to be nosy bc like why not jsjd 

alr so this is what you heard 😳

“hyejin, what don’t you get? why do i have to repeat myself so many times to you?!”

“because i don’t get it! we’re literally perfect for each other!”

at this point you kinda regret eavesdropping so you try to leave quietly 

“it’s simple i don’t love you, i never did and i never will. please, did you think this would last forever? i only date for the thrill and when it’s gone so am i”

as much as you hated to admit it, you felt a little pang in your heart when you heard the boy’s words

how could someone live like that? but then again, who were you to judge how someone lived their life 

“screw you, lee jeno!” 

your eyes widen when you heard the name that was yelled out by the girl 

lee jeno?? the shyest boy on earth broke someone’s heart???? really??

at this time you didn’t know jeno was gonna be a new resident heartthrob at your school cause you’re kinda slow with news 

your friends weren’t even surprised when you asked why there were so many sad girls, seeing as you can be pretty oblivious sometimes :// me too dw 😔

so they were like jeno became like a fboi/heartthrob/heartbreaker something like that over night 

and you were like :0 bc you knew as jeno as the like really shy and nice guy who’s smile was like so adorable and made you want to protect you know 😔

alr so now to the present like two-ish years later it seems that jeno’s goal is to break like every girl’s heart at least in your grade yknow he’s going a grade at a time guys ghksd 

so you were his next target *sad emoji* how did you know this? well it seemed that he popped up next to your locker like everyday since school started back up after summer break lol

he’d usually greet you with a good morning or pickukp line

today’s was “aside from being absolutely breathtaking what do you do for a living?”

“well, i don’t really have a job but i am a student which means if i spare you any more of my breath i’ll be late to class. see you later heartthrob!” 

with that you zoom up the stairs and to your next class 

so class is over and it’s the ONLY class you share with jeno and like a third of his friends

the class was,,, overwhelming to say the least

from the girls swooning at literally everything jeno does to his friends being loud

yall know how loud like three of the members in dream are so 😔🖐

ok so this teacher is pretty chill and lets students like sit wherever which you at this moment realize is a mistake so you’re just hoping some girl at least tRiES to grab jeno’s attention and convince him but it seems luck isn’t on your side and all of the girls just seem to starstruck by jeno breathing

so he sits next to you surprise surprise 

and every time he’d tried to talk to you you’d ask the teacher a question, pretending not to hear him every time

at this point jeno got kinda annoyed but he just inhaled and exhaled, he could do this

when he was going to ask you something or flirt with you the bell rang

you didn’t pack up quickly like jeno expected- no you wanted to confuse him or maybe annoy him furthermore so when you’re practically done packing up you turn to him and say, “i miss the old shy and sweet jeno, don’t you? isn’t this whole heartthrob thing kinda tiring at times?” 

and jeno was like shook no one’s ever said that to him like woah yknow

he just kinda stayed frozen looking at you he was like: 👁👄👁 lmao jskfdj

so you just offer a smile and rush to your next class instantly regretting all your life decisions and when you get to your next class you sit down and your shoulders slump and you just bang your head on the desk yknow like jinsoul in that one live yeah :/

meanwhile jeno is still in the classroom stuck standing at that same spot and just staring at space

“hey jeno you alright bro?”

“jun shut up i think he’s having a realization moment”

“wtf is that?” 

“idk i just wanted to tell you to shut up”

and so renjun and hyuck start fighting and then jeno was like

“guys, do you miss the old me?”

“you mean the shy guy in freshman and like the first half of sophomore? nah you’re way cooler no-”

“hyuck literally shut up for oNCE oh my god”

“why should i”

“he doesn’t mean it you know we all miss the old you jeno, but who you choose to be is all up to you”

“woah that’s some deep shit renjun”

“i know bro” 

so like time skip to lunch everyone starts whispering when you enter the cafeteria and you were confused but then you sense a presence next to you and you can’t help but roll your eyes

does this guy just not give up?

so you sit at your table with your friends who give you pity looks and they eventually scoot a bit away from you and jeno 

some friends they are 😔

and you just start eating ignoring jeno because you don’t really know what to say?? like ok jsjf 

you’re kinda awkward and don’t know how to start a conversation with someone who wants to break your heart so it’s obviously gonna be a bit awkward yknow ://

then jeno just like clears his throat and is like “we were partners for a project in sophomore year, yeah?” 

to say you were surprised that he remembered that is an understatement but like your pride got the best of you and so you were like, “you can remember that but you can’t remember the last three girls you dated? interesting”

jeno poor boi chokes on his food like jaemin in that one video yknow 

but he just nervously laughs and decides he should just give up but like his pride man

“why don’t we go somewhere after school?” 

“are you asking me on a date lee jeno?”

“yes i am, you do know i’m not as shy as before, right?”

“trust me, i know that all too well” you mumble giving a tight smile you think jeno didn’t hear but he did and he thinks back to your words, it has gotten quite tiring and not to mention lonely doing this whole heartthrob thing

“well, are you going to answer my question?”

“hmm sure why not”

jeno was surprised by your answer but you just gave in knowing he won’t stop annoying you until you give in and you’d rather have a very peaceful school year

so time skip school is over and everyone collectively sighs in relief when the school gates are open 

you’re not surprised when you see jeno at the school gates waiting for you,,,,, with a bunch of girls surrounding him, asking him questions in their honey voices so you just stand there and watch him suffer at his attempts to tell them he’s got somewhere to go or smth like that 

he catches you looking at him and his situation laughing, i mean you were pretty amused by his situation but eventually you got bored and walked out of school and on your way to a cafe where you usually go to study

you don’t expect jeno to show up next to you out of breath, looking like a lost puppy

“finally got out of the hands of your adoring fangirls i assume?” you ask

you couldn’t help but smile at your own comment

“wouldn’t you like to know”

“actually i wouldn’t”

“so where to now?” jeno asks looking ahead changing the subject

you giggle again and quicken your pace

jeno finds your giggle,,, what’s the word... cute? 

no impossible

all the girls he’s been with had cute giggles

so why did he feel butterflies erupt in his stomach when you giggled? werid lmao

so yall made your way to the cafe and once you get there you immediately get your notes and stuff out

once you got everything settled and stuff you mumble a quick stay here to jeno so you can order and jeno can save your spot bless him 

so you order and stuff (i don’t really go to cafes and places like that often so that’s why i’m so awkward sorry)

once you settle back down in your seat you offer a sip to jeno and he reluctantly takes the cup and sips the drink he’s surprised at how good it is tbh same 😔

so once he sets your drink back down next to you you look up at him expectantly

“good, right?”

he simply nods and looks like he’s trying to solve all his life problems (me too bro)

you quirk your brows which jeno found REALLY CUTE LIKE REALLY REALLY CUTE HOW IS SOMEONE SO CUTE but shrug it off and go back to reviewing your notes while jeno contemplates the world’s exsistence

“so was that indirect kiss intentional or?”

you look up at him while you’re drinking your coffee with wide eyes but unlike jeno, you don’t choke you just set your drink calmly at least that’s what it looks like but inside you’re screaming 

“if we’re going to be talking and possiblly even dating for two weeks might as well become more friendly” you respond looking at him dead in the eye 

and at this moment jeno realized you had guts like bro no one he’s ever dated was that bold

and so he just smiles yknow that smile i’m sure you know that smile 

and so once you’re done studying and stuff idk you go back home and jeno offers to walk you home and you were like sure bc it’s not like he’ll take no for an answer

so the next day ! 

and on his way to school he thinks about all his life choices so far

and one of them is this heartthrob thing

is it really worth it? does he really want to continue committing to his goal i mean is the goal that important

deep shit like that yknow

and then he decided he’ll continue his goal bc why not

so when he got to school he waited at your locker for a WHILE

jeno almost gave up waiting but when he saw you rushing through the school doors his face literally lit up and he stood a little straighter

he’s whipped wbk

so he looks down at his phone rereading the pick up line he found on the internet 

when you opened your locker you were like, “sorry to keep you waiting, i missed the bus and just made for a run for it. sorry for being late, babe.”

hfhsjk i just cringed typing that hNGn ok 

so boi jeno was like shook and made that noise yknow the eH  

and you just smile and it seems your timing is always perfect bc then the bell rings 

so time skip to like a week later

by this time you’ve gotten used to jeno and jeno has gotten used to you and how you can sometimes be bold like REALLY bold lmao

and you get used to jeno being awkward and cute and his pick up lines but i mean you got used to it immediately bc that was how the old jeno™ 

so you guys are just walking with ice cream (cliche i know 😔)

so there’s this ice cream parlor that’s pretty close to your school and a lot of students go there so that’s why you’re not that surprised to see a bunch of familiar faces as you walk out of the parlor but you become aware of the fact that you are walking and holding hands with the lee jeno™ and so you kinda loosen your grip on jeno’s hand and look down at the ground

jeno notices this and immediately grabs your hand again, lightly squeezing it to reassure you everything is fine :)

and that’s when you hear it

“lee jeno got a new girlfriend already? guess i was too late” 

“don’t worry they probably won’t even last two weeks”

“how much you wanna bet they won’t even last one week”

and then your mood drops even more :(((

you think that jeno doesn’t hear it but he did and he’s >:(

and that’s when he decides that you will be first person he will love and no one else his first and last amirite

it’s not like he’s forcing himself to love you bc he’s well one his way 

everyone can see how he’s whipped for you but they still doubt it’ll last :/

so while he’s deep in thought he doesn’t realize that you’ve just stayed in that same spot after hearing those girls and when jeno realizes this he rushes to your side and takes your hand in his

then you look up at him in somewhat surprise and he just smiles

“i promise you that i will love you and only you, you’ll be my first and last love” (can you hear me dying and cringing while typing this?)

you can see the sincerity in his eyes and voice when he says this to you and you were like, “ayyy that’s a bit cringe even for you heartthrob no?”

he just chuckles softly and you can’t help but smile

believing him at that time may have been your worst mistake 

“soooo, how would you feel being my girlfriend?”

“why not, heartthrob” 

scratch that, that was you’re worst mistake

so a week later everyone is surprised to see jeno pursuing a girl for that long yknow i don’t even know what this is anymore shfjls ok 

so when it’s revealed you are official the whole school starts placing bets to see how long yall would last and although you’re kinda :( you immediately go :) bc you remember jeno’s words and decide no one needs to believe yall would last only you two. yknow cliche and cheesy stuff like that bc love has you blinded sis 

and so when you finally get to your locker you see jeno,,,, followed by a bunch of girls begging to break up with you and get with them and he just smiles and nods 

cause that’s all the poor boy knows, smiling and nods and then he spots you and his face immediately lights up and you just give him a tight smile and a questioning look bc how are you gonna get to your locker with all these girls in the way

you don’t want to be rude or anything so you just try your best to push through the crowd

when you finally get to your locker jeno’s attention goes to you and what you start doing, ignoring all the girls trying to get his attention lmao

eventually the crowd thins out and you just look to him with a slight smirk

“the heartthrob title seems to follow you everywhere, huh?”

“i really wanna drop it for you, yknow”

“hmm i can tell” 

you both just share a knowing smile and it’s so cute omg uwu

and so time skip to like lunch and you’re sitting with your friends after you had an agreement with jeno to let you sit with your friends this time around and he just obeys like a little puppy jskj

“what did he tell you that has you so whipped?” your friend finally starts with a slight smirk 

and you’re just like hmm? and look up from your food 

you aren’t necessarily into love but neither are you heartless you get me?

so you explain to them what jeno said to you that day in the shortest way possible and they just look at each other 

and you’re left clueless like, what?

and finally one of your friends speak up

“you don’t believe him right? he says that to like every girl when they’re unsure if they want to get with him”

and you’re just like ‘oh’ and look at your food

you can’t believe you actually believed his words

you’re mad at jeno, sure but more mad at yourself for believing him so you just nod at your friends

as if to tell them you understood

so skip to where you confront jeno :0

“you think you can lie to me and just simply get away with it?” you look jeno dead in the eye and he’s just caught off guard by your words and your voice 

“w-what do you mean?”

“don’t play games with me lee jeno. you know i thought something could actually come out of this, if not a relationship then at least a friendship! all you know is how to lie to someone jeno. i’m not going to waste my time on a relationship built off of lies.”

jeno is left speechless, what did you mean? why are you suddenly acting like this? wasn’t everything fine last time you guys talked

you seeing his confused face you decide to explain furthermore

“that whole first and last speech was just something you recited to every girl, wasn’t it?” 

jeno doesn’t respond for a while and just looks at you, searching for what you’re feeling but it seems he can’t figure out what it is you’re thinking

you take his silence as him agreeing with your question

you scoff and decide you’ve had enough of lee jeno today and start walking home

you weren’t surprised when lee jeno didn’t follow you 

the next day at school you don’t see jeno at your locker and you just shrug it off 

when you open your locker an envelope falls out and you hesitantly pick it up

you open it and start reading it because your curiosity got the best of you

dear y/n, i’m sorry for not following you home when it’s pretty dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to go on your own. not that you aren’t perfectly capable of protecting yourself but it would calm my heart a bit if i knew you got home safely. i just want you to know that i wasn’t bluffing when i told you that. i may have said something along the lines of those words but that doesn’t mean i didn’t mean it with you. you are probably the only person that has told me they missed the new me. when you told me that you really put me through a spiral of thoughts. one of them being what happens if i just drop this whole heartthrob thing? then what will happen. maybe i can actually find love in this highschool, highschool sweethearts are always interesting stories to tell. that’s when i realized that it could be you. someone who has seen the old me and even misses it. which, if i’m being honest i kinda do too. this is getting too long ahhhh. what i’m trying to say is that i will truly love you and only you. 

sincerely, lee jeno

you hear someone clear their throat next to you and you look up to see jeno himself with a single rose which you gladly take lmao

“give me another chance?”

“three dates starting tomorrow, all at the diner we went to. don’t be late”

“r-right of course”

the next day was a saturday and you were waiting for jeno

“hey! i know you said not to be late but something came up with my family and i couldn’t get out of helping-”

“i get it, it’s fine jeno” you smile, letting this slide

you get it, family situations are always hard to get out of

the second day was sunday and you were waiting for jeno

you start regretting ever talking to that boy, it seemed like he didn’t even care at this point

maybe that letter was nothing but lies as well

you hear a bell ring, signaling someone had entered the diner 

you look up and see jeno searching for you with worried eyes

he was about to open his mouth to give you a reason but you just nod and smile, “it doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that you’re here now”

jeno just nods his head and reluctantly agrees with you

the third and final day was monday and you were once again, waiting for lee jeno

it just so happens that he ended up getting detention today so he was going to be late

at least that’s what he texted you

when you hear the door open you see jeno and you decide he’s not worth your time anymore

jeno tries his best to explain to you why he’s got detention but all you can look at are his crinkled clothes and the lipstick stains all over his face and neck. 

he realizes you’re staring at his face. he raises his forefinger hesitantly up to his left cheek and looks down at it, only to realize what you’ve been staring at this whole time. 

when he looks up to where you stood, he tries once again, to explain but it seems the words are just stuck in his throat. 

“it’s okay, old habits die hard.” you spoke, offering him a smile and walking out of the diner, leaving a defeated jeno.

he really wanted this to work

he really wanted to give you all the love you deserved 

but nothing seems to go his way

being known as a heartless boy who gives up on trying to love or even having a relationship seems fitting for him, right?

a/n: this is crap and the ending was kinda rushed sorry :( this is my first bulleted scenario and i really enjoyed it! it turned out to be longer than i expected it to be lmao but please do drop some more requests!1! hopefully this will be a filler til i get my phone back jsjdf (part two? i’m jk skks)

[notdirk]

A mini guide on Dirk’s mannerisms

A mini guide Part 2: Electric Boogaloo Wanted to do a second one, if you haven’t already you should totally check out my Jake guide. It’s pretty cool.

So here we are, where making this HAPEN. I obviously am not a Dirk Strider expert but I hope the shit I have to say clears things up, or helps you with roleplay/writing a little.

Dirk is a tough cookie to break down, he’s wordy in 2 main ways. Roseways: He’s wordy like Rose in the sense that he has a very extensive vocabulary. Daveways: He’s wordy like Dave via fruitful metaphors. Both of these combine to form being wordy in ways that I can only describe as Dirkways, he’s like the Verbal Antichrist.

I’d describe it with a Dirk translator, being: INPUT: "What you're doing is stupid."

OUTPUT: "All I can tell you is that the artifice you're performing here, is absolutely farcical."

So Dirk swears. He swears a lot, holding the title for the alpha kid who cusses the most. Thing is with his cussing, he doesn’t have a tendency to cuss people out (excluding Hal/AR but he only calls him a dumbass and a jackass), it’s more to just add expression to sentences, a little fuckin’ emphasis never hurt anyone. Dirk isn’t as polite to people as Jake is though, if he doesn’t wanna talk to someone, he’ll make it clear. The dude has a fairly low tolerance for bullshit.

When it comes to writing for Dirk, you need to take into account the circuitous vocabulary, one big batch of fucks and shits, the little passive aggressive and catty jabs, an arguably cold tone, the colorful analogies and the snarky cynicism.

I’ve read a lot of fanfiction involving Dirk and seen a lot of Dirk roleplayers in action, I’ve also noticed a few miscalculations and misjudgments of his character. (Yet again, I’m not spared from this, as someone whose actually written for Dirk before, I’ve made a lot of mistakes. Call this a self-callout if you will but yet again, these are from personal and secondhand experience).

I’d like to add before I delve into the list, in most of the Dirk-related fanfics I have read he's usually like.. The Background Dude who does and says nothing important, just kinda stands and nods his head as the main characters prance around. Either that, or he's The Boyfriend™ who does nothing but exist to be Jake's boyfriend and contributes absolutely nil to the plot. He just also kinda stands there, does some romance shit, then fucks off back to his apartment or whatever.

The mistakes I usually see people make are: 

Making Dirk extremely boring, monotone completely and never expressing literally anything, not even frustration. Dirk isn’t built like a robot, he does emote through his text (usually in ways that come off as a little passive aggressive, I really doubt it’s Always intentional). He has a personality and he isn’t a plank of wood, he has his interests and he’ll humor your thoughts. If he truly does not give a shit about whatever you’re talking about to him, he’ll make it clear, he doesn’t just sit there and go “Uhuh. Yeah. Yep.”

Unlike the problem in the Jake tips, Dirk is usually pelted with a shitload of bros, mans and dudes, he does use that language quite a bit but it’s sprinkled generously throughout his pesterlogs, it isn’t jammed into the apple crumble. That’d be greedy and also pretty monotonous to read. Seriously, be careful with how many times he says bro and dude in the span of 5 sentences.

This one is biased and is more due to my qualms with Old fanon Dirk, the 2012 teenage boy who was a weaboo and a brony. You can say it’s in the past, and I wish it was true, but I’ve seen it crop up a little. Seriously, you’re allowed to run around being all like, “Well my Dirk likes My Little Pony and anime, so fuck you!” I’m not here to gatekeep, I’m just saying. People tend to focus on these things a lot, like.. maybe too much. Also the gay thing, I’m gonna get to that.

One thing I see way too much is people making Dirk extremely rude to the other alpha kids. It’s fine if it’s fitting with the scenario, maybe something awful happened and he’s holding resentment, but just your regular Dirk isn’t gonna belittle his friends like that, he does genuinely like and care about his friends. The first pesterlog we have with Actual Dirk starts off with him asking Jane if she’s alright, he gives a shit. He’s expressed frustration towards his friends before (trickster Roxy) but he’s never been inherently rude or mean towards them, he has their best interests in mind but he just goes about it in the wrong ways. Something that kinda ties in with 1 is that he displays sentiment/affection in a strange way, he doesn’t actively go about hiding the fact that he gives a shit about his friends or specific things, he just cakes it in a layer of irony, except the irony is to Display that he gives a shit, instead of Repress it.

Oh boy. The gay thing. Ok, the problem with a very vocal minority of the fandom’s views on Dirk’s homosexuality are that they either erase it or they hyper-focus on it. Hyper-focusing on it being like “Oh look at this smol gay bean, he’s just megahomo.” and in their writing, they’ll emphasize on the “gay” things that he does, as if that’s his only personality trait. That and the whole DirkJake thing, now listen. I do like DirkJake, it’s my OTP but honestly man, people make him way too sexual towards Jake. There's more to his personality than loving Jake, I mean. He didn't even want to talk to a version of himself about it. You think he'd broadcast those feelings to everyone else?

Strider analogies? What Strider analogies? Dirk’s metaphor usage is often overlooked too, sometimes it’s completely forgotten, which kinda baffles me seeing as it’s a more than once occurrence. He uses analogies in a similar way to Dave, they’re usually fairly obscure but still somewhat relevant to the topic at hand. When Dirk strayed away from the topic at hand with Jane, he caught himself immediately, he knows when to shut up but not always.

Dirk isn’t an “uncultured swine”, he’s fairly up to date with pop culture, even being described in his introduction page as a “PRETERNATURAL POPCULTURE ACADEME.” You can look to the Detective Pony rewrites for better examples of his up to date Internet knowledge, arguably dated but that’s just because of the early 2010s, I’m sure if the alphas were introduced this year, he’d.. well. He’d know his shit. He’s considerably book smart but not as socially perceptive, this isn’t to say that Dirk is completely unaware of the consequences of all of his actions, but he makes a lot of mistakes. He’s only human.

Grammar, seriously. It’s strange making this the last (for now) point but I’ve seen a lot of Dirk roleplayers just completely forget about his perfect syntax and grammar, he does remove the g from words occasionally and he does break his text into lines, occasionally using ellipses. But that’s really it. It’s harder to convey emotion through typing in this way but it’s a part of his character.

Yet again, a long post, probably even longer than the Jake one but I hope this helps with writing or roleplaying as Dirk, or just if you’re curious really. Again, if there’s anything you think I got wrong or should add, feel free to let me know, I’ll update it stat.

If you’d like any personal critiques on your writing then I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to pinpoint everything wrong but I’d be happy to assist/see what you’ve got.

[trash-and-recyle-fics]

Feisty 3

Warnings: my usual grammar punctuation spelling mistakes and swearing. Threats? Minor character death

Summary: so uh I can’t write good summary’s

Enjoy?

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Homework sucked a big one. Sam day beside you at a table that was off to the side in the library. He was trying to explain math problems and how to solve them. You were taking some online classes to get you GED.

“All you gotta do is take X and multiply it by the value of Y and you have your answer.”

“WHY IS THERE LETTERS IN MATH?! AND WHAT THE HELL IS THE VALUE OF Y!?” You shouted.

“Hey hey what’s with the yelling?” Dean came down the stairs clutching a couple bags of McDonald’s. Running up you grabbed a bag and sat at the map table. Digging into a Big Mac, Sam’s face twisted like he saw you eating dirt.

“Really Dean? We were trying to do homework.” This time it was Deans face who twisted.

“She needs to eat. Oh and here is your rabbit food.” He slid Sam a salad that truly did look like rabbit food.

“JACK!! CAS!!” Dean yelled through the bunker and both seemed to come out from within the walls. He tossed Jack a burger and everyone sat down.

“Hey I need the car.” Dean shook his head.

“Last time you took the car you stole her. So he’ll no.” You looked and Sam and gave him puppy eyes.

“Dean maybe-“

“Nope. Not happening. Why do you even need it?” He shoved the rest of his fries in his mouth. Hopefully he would aspirate the food.

“I wanna go to the mall I need clothes and social interaction with people my age.” He scoffed.

“You got us.”

“Oh damn your right I love spending time with men twice my age.” You brough your hand under your chin and batted your eyelashes at Dean.

“Sammy thinks I’m reasponsible enough to go. Please Deannnnn I’ll be careful.” You could sense his giving in. Just like a roof caving in. You got up and went over to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you layed your head on his shoulder.

“Pleaseeee Dean??”

“Fine but you take Jack.” Jack looked up from the burger in his hands with a bit of ketchup on his face. You could feel your cheeks warm a bit.

“Okay. I’m going to go change!” As you are about to run down the hallway he turns in his chair.

“First finish your food! Sam will kill me if I let you go without eating first.” Sam opend and closed his mouth and shook his head. He always did this when he had something to say but couldn’t form the words. So you sat and scarfed down the rest of your food.

In your room you pulled on a over sized sweater. Turning a bit you were happy it looked with the jean shorts you had on. Jack had once mentioned that he liked your hair down. So you pulled it out of your pony tail and shook it out. Putting on little makeup to enhance your facial features you run down the hall to the map room. You went up to dean and held out your hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys.

“Make sure you look were you are going. Park away from everyone els. Don’t go over 20 miles an hour!” You hugged him quickly and went to Sam.

“Sammy can I have some money??” He rolled his eyes.

“Fine but when you be home at 7:30! You still need to finish your homework.” You nodded with a bit of attitude on the side and hugged him.

“Let’s go Jack.” You were waiting by the stairs and he stood. You were practically bouncing from exitment.

TIME SKIP ( at the mall.)

You took Jack to all your favorite stores. When you tried on a tight fighting dress he stuttered over his words. When he tried on a button down shirt that made his eyes look beautiful and even more vibrant than normally you made him get it. Now at the food court you were telling him about this movie you saw awhile ago with Cas.

“Then this guy comes out of no where and blows up the bridge holding the train!” You looked up from your ice cream only to see his eyes solely trained on you. His cone forgotten.

“I-I like it when you talk about that stuff.” His eyes darted down a little on your face and then back up to your eyes.

“You like when I talk about movies?” Your time was teasing but you tried to flirt a bit.

“No i - uh I like when you talk about stuff that makes you happy...” your heart warmed but before you could answer the green eyed devil calls.

“Y/N. We need you to come home now there is a emergency.”

“What do you mean emergency?”

“Get home now.” You told Jack what was happening and he stood practically pulling you towards the exit of the mall.

You started Baby with shaky hands. Your heart slamming against your rib cage. Trying to escape your chest.

When you got back to the bunker the everyone was at the map table. No one talking just eyes pointed to the ground.

“What happened? Is everyone ok?” Sam stood and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” You pushed his gigantic frame away.

“Sammy what happened?” Tear started to well up in your eyes. You stepped forward so you were in Dean line of sight. With both hands on the chair in front of you asked him.

“What’s happening Dean?” Cas stood and walked over to you, he put on hand on your shoulder but you shrugged it off.

“Y/N.. your dad he uh he died.” His eyes held much more than Sam’s or Cas. It wa smile he was feeling the pain for you. You let out the breath you had been holding. Picking up the chair you launched it across the room. You swiped books and papers of the table and punched a cement support beam. You felt another hand on your arm just before you were about to punch it again. You tried to pull away but Jack voice rang through the bunker.

“Y/N. It’s ok.” You dropped your hands and he pulled you into his chest. You sobbed and then everything went black.

When you woke up you realized that Jack must have knocked you out. You were now in your room.

“Hey.” Dean sat in a chair beside your bed.

“You should see the beam you punched knocked it out. Just like rocky.” You knew he was trying to make you laugh but no joy filled you.

“Is it true?”

“Yeah he’s gone Y/N. I’m sorry.” You shook your head.

“The asshole deserved it. If he didn’t die soon then I might have cut his fingers off and thrown them at him like a monkey throwing shit. He deserved what he got. The bastard.”

“Don’t day that-“

“Don’t day what? The truth. You have no idea what he did to me.. to people that knew me.. innocent people.” The room got quite. Even more quite than when you first woke up.

“Have you ever wanted to be normal Dean?” Without hesitating he answered.

“Hell yes. But people would die daily from monsters and I think I would go crazy having a normal life.”

“You already are crazy.”

“I know.” He said it with a small smile. After a couple minutes ofnyou looking at the ceiling and Dean looking at the floor you spoke again.

“Can we have a thanksgiving dinner. You could invite some close friends and we could have whatever food we wanted.”

“It’s not even close to thanksgiving.”

“So what? We could call it something els. Make up our own holiday. Hell I think you and Sam deserve it. You guys have up normal for people you didn’t even know.”

“I guess I could ask Josh and her girls if they would want to come. Donna might want to. We could have pie..”

“Go call them tell them it’s a week from today.” As you start to sit up dean holds out his hand.

“You should sleep more.”

“I have slept enough. Go tell everyone I will be out in 15.”

When you walked into the kitchen it was just Jack in there stuffing his face with cereal.

“Hey Jack um thanks you know for everything.” You sat down on the bench seat with your back against the table. You gave him a quick hug then a kiss on the cheek. As you started to get up he grabbed your hand.

“I like you!” He blurted out. “Sam said I should tell you.”

“Really?” He nodded. You reached up and put your hands on the sides of his head. You pressed your lips to his and after a couple seconds you pulled away. Again you tried to stand but he had ahold of your waist.

“Y/N..” he pulled you closer to him and he kissed you. It wasn’t perfect by any means but sparks flew.

“WHAT THE HELL!!” “NO-NOPE NO MORE.”

You and Jack sprang apart trying to explain. Cas and Dean stood in the doorway.

“I think they like each other Dean.” Cas said while looking at you both. Your face was red and so was Jacks. Sam walked in and before you could say anything Dean yelled again.

“NOPE NOT HAPPENING.” He swiped his hand through the air like he was cutting it in half. Sam and Cas were left looking at you and Jack. An eternal stand off.

“So uh I was think about the holiday and maybe we could call it Eves eves?”

Part 4??

I know I rushed the kiss and there is more spelling mistakes in this one but I just wanted to get it up.

Next part will be better

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[anon-luv]

Blankets 5FINALE5 [JungkookXReader]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Rest of BTS)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!

Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.

One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever.

Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes]

Author’s Note: Took me forever.... I AM SO SORRY!!

I lost the original ending because my computer went to laptop heaven so I had to rewrite it. Here you go though. I hope you all like it. I am so nervous about posting this since it was the first fic I have ever written..and to be honest I did not expect anyone to like it lol. Thank you all for your support.

This is the finale, but I do plan to do a small epilogue drabble for this. 

Also I will edit it a bit more later...ignore minor grammar mistakes please

DISCLAIMER I DONT OWN THE LYRICS!!! Credit to people who wrote it. 

Let Go by Hailey....Steinfield? hehehehehe

Love yall!!

Trigger warning: Drugs, alcohol, and Sexual scenes

Not 100% edited yet. Might have minor mistakes :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated! It makes me Happy!

Word Count: 6.2k+

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“I can’t sleep right now, so instead I’ll lie here and imagine better days. Days where I’ll wake up to your arms around me and not your name on my phone. Days where I’ll fall back asleep to the sound of your heartbeat and not the lonely silence of this room. Days where we’ll be together and nothing else will really matter anymore. But should I manage to slip off into a new night of dreams, I hope you know you were the last thing on my mind. You always are.”

 Whoever said Love is a blessing was lying…...Love is a curse. Love is a parasite consuming you from the inside slowly and painfully with no remorse. Love is to lose oneself in a feeling without a guarantee of finding love on the other side. Love is pain. Love is a weakness. Love is succumbing yourself body and soul to another person and giving them the ability to walk away at any given time, leaving you with nothing left. Love…...you were completely in Love with him, and you were starting to despise the ill feeling that had taken over your life.

Your sleeping schedule had adjusted to his, in order to have as much time with him as possible. He had become an addiction, an endless craving.

The way Jungkook kissed you had changed along with your relationship. The kisses seemed to last longer, but they also tended to be a lot rougher. He was not as fond of you spending time with Yoongi or any of the guys on your own. He always managed to keep a hand on you when they were present as if he was marking his territory. You had never witnessed such a possessive trait on Jungkook when he was with Tabi. You knew that what you and Jungkook had was a lot more different and complicated than what theirs had been, but you were slightly taken aback on how needy he had become. You didn’t mind it at all for you were just as needy yourself. Jungkook and you spend most of your time locked inside your apartment talking about everything and anything. The blanket had become your haven, and parting with them was becoming almost physically painful.

Winter had come and gone, and the melting snow had marked your anniversary with Jungkook. The day was colder than usual, and Jungkook had finally managed to keep a stable job for longer than a month. Yoongi had managed to wiggle Jungkook into a paid internship in the music studio. Jungkook had taken advantage of the position and started using the studios to create his own music. His singing had become his number one priority besides you. The hang out spot usually lacked your presence, for most of the time that you weren’t with Jungkook you stayed in your apartment waiting for him to come back. The boys stopped at times to say hello or have dinner with you guys, but you rarely hit the circle to fill up your lungs with smoke now at days.

“I miss you,” Yoongi said through the phone “I see you more at the studio these days than anywhere else. The garage is lonely without your presence. Danielle and Namjoon have been glued at the hip by the way. What’s up with that?”

“He must be doing her good,” you said bursting out into giggles.

You heard a yuck from the other side of the line “Too much info (y/n), I much rather not know which places have been rubbing against each other behind closed doors. Which by the way...are you and Jungkook going to get over this whole humping like bunnies stage...it is growing old”

“Yoongi, we don’t hump all the time… we talk in between breaks” you said teasingly.

“Ok that is it, I am hanging up now,” Yoongi said as your giggle turned uncontrollable.

“See you in a bit Yoongi. I am on my way to the studio” you said as the cold wind blew against your face once again.

“Whatever” you heard him say as his other side went dead.

The chilly winter air was canceled out by the warmth of the building that you had just entered. The area was quite roomy, white, and clean. It looked modern and you felt a bit out of place.

As soon as you entered the premises you quickly scanned for Jungkook in the desk he usually sat at. His lack of presence gave you a weird chill down your spine, sort of like an intuition of something that was about to flip your world upside down. Before you could overthink the feeling Yoongi came out of a door and walked over to you, “Hey, Jungkook is in the back recording some stuff, he asked me to tell you to pop a squat. He shouldn’t be more than 10 minutes”

You nodded and took a seat in one of the white stiff couches in the waiting area, Yoongi smiled at you and turned back to the door he had just come out from. He looked a bit hurried as he basically ran back inside what you assumed was a studio.

It had been an hour. Your phone was at 15% and your foot had tapped annoyingly on the floor for the last 30 minutes or so. Finally, Jungkook stepped out of the room looking quite happy, completely ignoring the fact that he had made you wait for so long. He jumped into the couch next to you making your anger and frustration melt away as his lips captured yours in a surprise lock, something that was not appropriate for the public, but as your hands made their way to his soft locks the rest of the world disappeared.

“Gross” you heard a deep voice say breaking you apart.

“Your ass” Jungkook replied to Yoongi playfully as he managed to pick you up and sit you down on his lap “You are just jealous I own this sexy pair of lips ….and I am not talking just about the ones on her face.

“YAH! Jungkook respect your elders” Yoongi replied, but you could see a flash of a strange emotion in his eyes.

You smacked Jungkook on the chest “Stop it Kook! Or I will ground you”

“Oh, please do,” Jungkook said sexily in your ear.

“Ok time to go home,” you said pulling Jungkook up.

“Oh, please do,” Yoongi said mocking Jungkook’s previous statement.

You walked towards the pale man and pecked his cheek “Stop it Grumpy ass”

Yoongi rolled his eyes clearly blushing. Jungkook gave Yoongi a stare, but he just shrugged off the younger boy as he waved you goodbye.

Before you made it out the door you heard Yoongi yell Jungkook’s name followed by a “Don’t worry about a thing Kookie, we will spread that shit all over the stations”

Jungkook’s previous possessive stare turned to one of excitement as his bunny smile spread taking over his whole face.

Before you could ask what that was about Jungkook was already pulling you away towards the apartment, barely giving you time to breathe as he decided to toss you over his shoulder to get there faster. You laughed the whole way back, not knowing what was about to hit you head on and in all honesty as Jungkook ran back to your apartment while whispering naughty things in your ears, you did not give a single fuck.

  Change. It was bound to come. It always came when you least expected it. It started that fateful night when Jungkook’s possessiveness took an all-time high. All it took was Yoongi’s hand on your lap for Jungkook to snap. Punches, kicks, pushes, split lips, and a bruised eye later you had grown tired of it. When had your relationship turned into this?? The freedom you had felt whenever Jungkook was present had been thrown out the window. As soon as Jimin and Hoseok split the boys up you pulled Jungkook away as if the place was on fire. You needed an explanation of whatever the fuck was going on.

“Okay Jungkook, are you a puppy I need to get fixed or something? what the fuck is wrong with you??” you asked as you gently placed ice on his swollen lip.

“The real question is what the fuck is wrong with you?? Are you some sort of hot potato that my friends can pass around and run their hands all over??? Are you a hoe now?? Is that your goal? am I not good enough??” Jungkook scram in your face as his face grew a gross shade of red.

For the first time throughout your relationship with Jungkook, you were rendered speechless.

The tears threatening to fall not from sadness, but from complete and utmost anger. Who did he think he was? He had turned your life upside down and he thought he had the right to judge you?

“Jungkook, Yoongi and I are friends, you know that we have been close for a while as FRIENDS.” you replied not knowing what to say exactly to please the man-boy. Your mind running about 100 miles per hour. You just wanted to fast forward ahead and get this night over with.

“Yeah friends, sure whatever you say (y/n)” he said grabbing his beanie and stomping away towards the door, the ice on the table melting….forgotten. He turned to look at you one more time and you could see him fighting a battle inside his dark brown orbs. He walked back towards you and captured your lips in a rough yet breathtaking kiss.

Your hands consumed themselves in his broad back pulling him in even closer. You craved his warmth more than anything in the world. He was your safety net, he was your comfort blanket.

Jungkook bit your lower lip causing you to moan into the kiss intensifying it. He walked you backward into your open bedroom door. He laid you down softly on the bed, and he paused looking down at you. His eyes traveling across your face like he wanted to map out every single freckle as if they were stars in the sky and he was about to become a blind man. You scrunched up your nose getting a bit self-conscious. A gentle smile appeared on his face contrasting the previous argument that was no longer existent in your mind.

You whispered, “I love you”

He bends down to capture your lips “I love you too”

His hands peeled your clothes slowly gracing your skin ever so softly. Feathery like kisses sprinkled across your neck traveling down, marking a path to what you knew was going to shoot you up to the stars.

As he lifted your hips to strip off your last piece of clothing you noted a lone tear escaping his eyes, but before you could ask what was wrong, he thrusted deep into you making you swallow down your questions and insecurities.

The blanket now cocooning your bodies as you moved in sync with each other, a sweaty beautiful mess.

You knew something was off when your eyes opened to an empty bed, empty kitchen, and half of an empty closet. Jungkook was nowhere to be found and neither was his clothes. Even the old worn out ones you had treasured from before you both became an item were missing.

Your hands trembled with anxiety as you reached towards your phone. 25 missed called, none from Jungkook. You ignored the notifications and dialed the number you now had as memorized as your own name.

Disconnected. The line had been disconnected. The beep on the other line ringing endlessly, but you didn’t give up. After 50 calls, your neurons decided to assist you, and you dialed Yoongi. After 3 rings he answered sounding worried.

“Hey, how are you doing?? I heard” he asked in a quiet serious tone.

“What happened Yoongi?? Tell me what the fuck is going on??” you asked breaking down in nervous tears.

Yoongi sighed into the phone “I’ll be right there”

“No don’t. Meet me at the studio” you said in a rush and hung up the phone.

  You slammed the door to your car as you turned it on and rushed out of the parking space. Much to your luck, you had gotten stuck at 5 pm traffic. Your anxiety causing you to hyperventilate. You raised the volume of your radio and the ac in your car. Your finger tapping a rhythm against the steering wheel.

You looked anxiously at your watch. It had already been 10 minutes in traffic and the line was still not moving. You regret your decision to take your car.

The radio suddenly caught your interest “And now a brand new song featuring one of our hometown artists who has taken off to the big city with a shiny new contract. We wish you the best of luck!”

Your heart accelerated, Yoongi’s voice telling Jungkook something about a radio station coming into mind, but this couldn’t be Jungkook.

 “You made plans and I, I made problems

We were sleeping back to back

We know this thing wasn't built to last and

Good on paper, picture perfect

Chased the high too far, too fast

Picket white fence, but we paint it black

Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you

Ooh, and I wish you wouldn't wait for me but you always do

I've been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn't

Somebody's taking care of all of the mess I've made

Someone you don't have to change

I've been hoping

Someone will love you, let me go” Jungkook’s soft voice blasted through the speakers.

 Your silent tears had become hysterical. The lyrics to the song hitting you like an 18-wheeler ramming head into your small beat up beetle. The song you were assuming had been written about Tabi.

 Arriving at the studio had felt like ages, and when you saw Yoongi waiting for you outside walking aimlessly from side to side as if he was as lost as you, you broke apart in his arms.

He caressed your hair “I promise I had no clue. He said he had told you. He said you were going with him. I even helped him pick out an apartment in the city. He was excited about moving WITH YOU to a new city”

You looked into his sad familiar eyes “Yoongi, how long?”

“What?” he asked confused.

“How long has he known about this? About the city? About the contract?” you asked desperately for answers you knew were just going to hurt you more.

“About 10 months ago, he got scouted by one of our talent agents, and he got asked to write a song and send in a demo. About 3 months ago he started writing a song…….and we finished it 2 weeks ago” he said summarizing the betrayal that had been Jungkook.

Jungkook had never really believed in a future with you. 10 months ago you were celebrating your 2nd month anniversary playing video games with endless pizza and chips, and now as you stared at your broken reflection against Yoongi’s glasses, you came to the realization the song might have been about you.

 Yoongi went back to your apartment and made you a burned toast for dinner. He tried cracking jokes, failing miserably at making you smile. You kicked him out nicely at 12am, as your feet dragged you lifelessly to your once shared bedroom. His belongings completely gone, but the memories more present than ever. You made your way into your bed wrapping the blankets around you from head to toe. His scent strong against your nose. You buried your face in his pillow and screamed as loud as you could. You scram and cried till your eyes gave up, and your heart and brain surrendered into a sleeping coma to let your body rest from all the pain.

  The next morning you were mad. Scratch that; you were furious. The sadness from the previous day had gone down the drain replaced by outrageous rage. The alarm clock turned on the radio station as if on cue playing Jungkook’s now HIT SONG according to the DJ.

You heard knocking on the door and you stomped your way to open it. The anger glowing in your eyes made Yoongi want to hide behind the brown bag full of donuts he had brought to cheer you up.

The tears in your eyes erupting from a dormant volcano as soon as you saw Yoongi at your doorstep, looking fully awake and quite scared instead of his sleepy grumpy self.

You decided at that very moment that you hated change. You hated the red hair that now lay upon your head, you hated the piercing on your tongue, you hated the way Jungkook’s number was no longer a mystery but carved in your memory, you hated how empty your apartment was, but most of all you hated the emptiness in your heart you could’ve avoided by not letting Jungkook in after that first one night stand.

Yoongi walked into your apartment after building courage setting the bag on the table and starting a pot of coffee. Caffeine had always been the best remedy for his everyday problems, and right now it seemed like you needed a bit of a boost.

You frowned at the dark cup of coffee in front of you as you bit at a donut as if it was Jungkook’s head. Yoongi frowned not used to seeing you in such a horrible state.

“Do I look like garbage Yoongi??” you asked the boy sitting across from you.

He set his coffee mug down and looked deep into your eyes.

“No (y/n), you are seriously one of the most beautiful treasures I have been granted in my life, and you are the closest to a best friend that I will ever have. You did not deserve any of this shit, the problem wasn’t you” he said holding your trembling hand in his large calloused one “I am sorry (y/n) I should’ve tried to keep you away, I didn’t think stuff would end up like this. But just a tip…. sometimes showers are good for the soul…..and other things”

“Yoongi you warned me, you warned me several times and it fell on deaf ears. It is not your fault...it is all mine. I fucked up...just like I always do “ you said with a bitter laugh “Karma is a bitch after all”

Yoongi looked at you with saddened eyes, “(Y/n), whatever you are thinking don’t please. I know you must be thinking the worst right now but give life a chance. Sometimes shit happens, but it happens for a reason. You were too good for Kook anyway. You think you are a fuck up?? Then he was times ten.”

You smiled sadly at Yoongi “You think so?”

He stood up and wrapped his arms around you. His warmth reminding you of Jungkook, but you couldn’t help but notice how much bulkier Jungkook’s arms were. Yoongi kissed your cheek shyly “I know so”

A week. It had been a week and no word from your Houdini.

The sheets now lay cold in your bed, the essence of him still lingered for you have not been able to sleep in the bed you had once shared with the person you thought would be the love of your life. You walked aimlessly around your apartment seeking proof that he had existed, the pictures framed on your wall not good enough to satisfy your need for him.

Why would he leave so unexpectedly right after making love?

You sighed completely annoyed at yourself?

You were being weak while he was in his prime, being showered with all kinds of rewards. You looked back at the blankets, your dry tears in your cheeks feeling sticky against your hand.

If he was done with you, you were done with him.

You had already wasted too much time chasing after a person you weren't even sure wanted to be chased in the first place. You were better than this.

Determined and numb to any Jungkook related emotions you marched towards the bed ripping away the sheets in which he used to lay and walked straight out of the apartment.

Half the blanket dragging behind you like a tail, you walked away throwing them out of your life along with your memories of Jungkook.

There on the floor beneath the bed though, a letter that had been wrapped around the blankets went unnoticed, your name scribbled on the front along with a crooked heart.

 ----

“I really do not think you should be doing this” Yoongi said trying to take away the lighter that you grasped tightly in your fist. Yoongi was on his way to your flat when he noticed your figure walking around with your bedsheets. His curiosity allowing you to proceed in your strange endeavors, but as soon as your lighter made an appearance it was game over. The blanket had been placed in your apartment complex’s trash, but even then, the mere thought of the blankets existing irked you. Fire was the only answer to your current predicament, and you did not even care about any future consequences.

You lit the corner of the blanket, and before you knew it, a blaze had ignited setting the rest of the trash surrounding them in different shades of orange.

“Holy Shit” Yoongi whispered as the fumes started to make him cough.

The fire growing faster than you would have imagined causing your neurons to properly function again, you looked at Yoongi completely panicking “What the fuck do you think you are doing?? Call the fire department. I fucked up! “

Yoongi nodded quickly taking out his phone

Not even a minute later the sirens blasted through your neighborhood ready to put out the fire in the trash can. You wondered if you stood right in front of the pressured water hose, would it put out the fire that was burning from within your heart as well??

 Bullshit.

This was utter bullshit.

“One thousand seven hundred dollars!!! What the fuck? All I did was burn some blankets outside” you scram looking at the court fee you had just received in the mail.

 “Well, you did almost light up your apartment building??” Danielle said shaking her head as she sat down in what now was her usual seat aka Namjoon’s lap.

 You rolled your eyes at her, ready to argue your case, but before you could Danielle stood up pulling Namjoon along with her. Her slim figure not giving away the Hulk she has hidden within. Namjoon smiled at her like a love-sick puppy. You gagged playfully as she walked next to you ready to head out the door.

She looked at you suggestively as she gave you a wink “Anyway, we better head out. The rest of the kiddos are waiting for us in the Garage. See you there LATER” she said enunciating the last sentence, not really giving you a choice of whether you would make an appearance or not.

 “You too Yoongi, behave,” she told him as she bit her lip suggestively. The color of your cheeks brightening as you tried hiding the fact that you had noticed her not so subtle hint at Yoongi.

 Yoongi and you had grown closer with the passing months, other than school and work you had spent every waking moment together. The line between friendship and romance growing thinner and thinner by the minute, but when Yoongi tried to jump over the boundary, there was always something holding you back. Jungkook.

Even though he was long gone, you couldn’t shake him off. He was everywhere you looked. He was in the raindrops that kissed your skin in the evenings when memories of him twirling you around as he hummed a song to end it with a slow passionate kiss came to mind. He was in the late mornings when you would wake up at 11, and you would have a tough time deciding whether you wanted a late breakfast or early lunch, when back, when he was around Jungkook, would flip a coin, before you would instead end up having to eat dinner. Jungkook was behind every Superhero movie or comic book, the lines of some memorized due to the endless replays, courtesy of Jungkook. He had become a permanent mark. A tattoo that you thought would wash off with water and soap, but instead, it had turned into a lifetime commitment. Something you sometimes completely despised and regretted while at times you treasured it like it was the most beautiful piece of art.

There were days where you laid in bed, replaying your last day with him over and over again, wondering where you went wrong. Your head commanding your heart to move on, but your heart played deaf not following orders.

Yoongi had been your aloe vera. He had been there for you on your down days when the urge to google Jungkook’s name had become so tempting, you had turned your computer off and on over 100 times. He had studied with you a few hours before your class when you had forgotten to study because Jungkook thoughts had clouded all of your reasoning the night before. He had stood with you in court sharing your punishment over a stupid immature decision because of those stupid blankets. Yoongi had been there, all along from the beginning he had never gone away. Why did your heart keep pining for someone who was no longer there? It was just like chasing a ghost…..

 Yoongi’s head rested on your lap while he scrolled through his phone. His eyes moving slowly from side to side as he read an article that was obviously interesting to him. His facial expressions had become easier to read now, and you could tell he was deeply intrigued. You were but a pillow to him at the moment, so you decided to take the opportunity to admire the man who has stood beside you. His long fingers moving fluidly with ease, you could tell easily he played an instrument. His pouty lips hiding one of the cutest rarest of smiles you had ever seen. His nose a little button that sometimes scrunched up reminding you of a little kid. He was cute. He was handsome. Why couldn’t the butterflies in your belly flutter around for him?

 “You look a little troubled” Yoongi’s deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up to stare into his brown eyes that were now leveled with yours.

“I am not...not at all I just…”

“Did you forget I can read you like the back of my hand?” he said pinching your cheek playfully as if you were a little girl.

You gave him a smile, that unwillingly turned into a pout, “I just don’t get it”

“Don’t get what??” he asked tilting his head to the side.

 You stood up from the couch and walked towards the window not daring to make eye contact with him, “Why it still hurts…. Why I can’t move on. Why are there days where I feel perfectly fine like he never existed only to wake up the next feeling like I can’t stand up because I am missing a part of me? I want to know why I did this to myself. I want to know why my brain is telling me to move on, but my heart is not having it. I want to confess that when I look at you I want to love you, but for some reason, something is holding me back….he is holding me back Yoongi, and I don’t know if he will ever let me go”

 Yoongi looked down at his hands, his phone forgotten beside him. He looked up at your now hunched figure across from him. Tears flowing down, something that hasn’t happened in a while, at least not in front of him. Yoongi stands up following your footsteps as he crouches down to level your face with his. His hand caressing the side of your face, wiping a few tears before he tilts your head up to look at him. Your eyes shyly meeting his. His breath hitting lightly on your lips as a scent of mint takes over your senses completely hypnotizing you.

Before you knew it, his hand had fallen away from your face, his wide eyes now focused on the direction of the front door.

“Kook?” he whispered in shock.

Your breathing hitched paralyzing you in place, barely gaining enough momentum to face towards the direction Yoongi was staring at.

Jungkook stood there in one of his usual white shirts, his face completely pale as he took in the sight before him.

He looked from Yoongi’s eyes to yours, a look of absolute betrayal taking over his previous shaken expression.

“THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?” he scram walking forward completely furious at the man in front of you.

Before Yoongi could react, Jungkook was already holding him by the collar, pulling his fist back to aim a hard blow right upon his face.

You stood up quickly due to the adrenaline rushing through your veins. The confusion in your brain muted, to try and pacify the upcoming fight.

“Jungkook, put him down, nothing was going on,” you said trying to pry his hands off the man’s shirt.

“What are you saying (y/n), I can’t hear you with all that shit pouring out of your mouth,” Jungkook said completely furious.

His eyes practically glowing red with anger.

“Jungkook seriously let him go, we were just talking,” you said as you soothingly touched his neck, “Please babe”

Jungkook took a deep breath as he set Yoongi back down on his feet.

Yoongi looked confused at the younger boy standing in front of him “What the fuck bro! Where did you go? Why didn’t you call or anything?? We were all worried”

“You didn’t seem that worried a minute ago” Jungkook replied looking directly at you accusingly.

“Hey, don’t talk smack, she didn’t have a clue of where you were or what you were doing, you just disappeared,” Yoongi said trying to stand protectively in front of you.

“What are you talking about?? I left her a note. On the bed right before I left. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to drag her with me to something that could potentially fall apart and leave us homeless” Jungkook explained.

You stared at him confused “Note??”

“Yes, I left you a letter, right beside where you were sleeping on top of the blankets” he replied, “Wait did you even read the letter? Did you even see it?”

You looked down completely baffled by your own stupidity. You met his eyes and then scurried towards the room you had once shared with him. The urge to look through every corner for the mysterious letter taking a front seat in your mind. It didn’t even take you 10 seconds to find the letter, it was neatly laying underneath your bed as if it was placed there by magic. The urge to facepalm yourself almost winning over your urge to cry in absolute dismay.

This letter right here was about to mend you or break you all over again.

 You looked back towards the door, the two boys standing there frozen in place. You looked at them both as silence took over the room. The letter in your hand felt like it was burning through your emotions. Nothing mattered more than the words written down in that piece of paper.

 Yoongi looked at you for a second and then back at Jungkook. An expression of defeat as he uttered “I think I should go”

You looked at him through your tear-filled eyes “I am sorry Yoongi”

 “Just….call me. Let me know you are okay before you head to bed” he said as he walked off. Not even giving Jungkook a second glance. Yoongi’s heart had been stomped on and it was all your fault.

 “I am sorry Yoongi” you whispered again as your focus went back to the item in your hands.

  (y/n),

I am sorry for taking off without saying goodbye, but I know how much you hate them.

If you take 15+ minutes to hang up on a phone call I would never leave the apartment.

I will be back though I promise. I am leaving without my phone or anything. I want this to be as quick as possible to get back to you. Once I assure this is not a too good to be true gimmick I’ll be back for you my love. We will move to the city together and I will make you mine forever. I love you so much and I am sorry for doing this without any prior notice. We have been through so much together already that a few months will be nothing on us.

You can hit me, scratch me, and make me your sex slave for years to come after I come back, but please do not forget about us. Do not give up. Be strong for me my love, like I’ll be strong for you. Listen to my radio shows and tv interviews, you will be mentioned in each one till I am back in your arms. I LOVE YOU!!!!

 Your KookieMonster

  Jungkook laid in your bed listening to the whole fiasco that had happened while he was gone. A smile of amusement plastered on his face much to your surprise. You were expecting yelling, and an endless number of accusing fingers your way, but all you got were smiles and chuckles in his behalf.

 “Why are you laughing??” you said crossing your arms and pouting “I was broken, I hated you, and I am now 2,000 dollars in debt to the city”

 “I am laughing because you could’ve avoided all this shit if you did your adulting correctly and actually did your bed,” he said as he stood up and walk towards you.

 The tears that you were holding back spilling out like a leaky faucet, “It hurt…. it hurt so much”

 “I know babe, but I am here now,” he says cradling in his arms. Those arms you have missed so much.

 “I love you so much …..so so much” you whispered as you peppered kisses along his face.

 He grasps your face in between his two hands and finally your lips meet. Desperation evident in every lick and bite.

A moan escapes your lips as you let him guide you back into bed. The past is forgotten and ripped away with every piece of clothing that was starting to pile up onto the floor.

 Jungkook backs away after both of your shirts are off, snapping you out of your heated hunger.  Your arms shooting automatically upward to pull him back to you.

“Wait are you sure you want to do this??” he asked with half-lidded eyes.

The same eyes you have dreamt about every night since you have last seen them were in front of you once again……. And your heart...your stupid heart…..is the one you follow as you kiss him again answering his previous question.

He stops you once again causing you to sigh in annoyance.

“Mood killer,” you say playfully as he scurries to get something from his pant’s pocket.

He pops out a ring and lands himself on one knee.

The confusing in your face is quite evident for her tries to explain what is happening before you reject him.

“It is not a wedding proposal….it’s a promise. I know I fucked up when I left you behind. From now on I promise I will never leave your side, and once we are up and not in debt we will do the whole white dress and big party thing” he says reassuring you.

You smile at him replaying his words in your head and then something clicks “Wait, what do you mean in debt??”

He shrugs his shoulders as if he was a child about to be scolded, “Well I kind of broke the contract when I came back here. I just couldn’t stand being without you anymore….I couldn’t so I left”

“Wait….you know you could’ve called me right?” you asked searching his eyes.

He dismissively shook his head “Not the same, plus I doubted you would’ve answered the phone when I didn’t even give you a proper see you later”

You rolled your eyes…..

“(y/n), my knee,” he said making a faint yelp as he tried to keep balanced “It is getting numb”

“Silly, stand up,” you said trying to pull him up.

“NOT TILL YOU ANSWER,” he said in between his teeth clearly in pain but stubborn as hell.

You looked at the boy in front of you. The one that had made you jump through hoops and see the world in a different perspective in a matter of months. The guy who was a complete and utter fuck up just like you.

You kissed him hard letting every emotion out in that kiss.

He looked at you dreamily “Is that a yes??”

“I’ll let you know in the morning,” you said as you grasped him from the arms and pulled him towards you, your new blankets about to be blessed by both your bodies tangling and fusing into one.

Whatever tomorrow brought doesn’t matter as long as there was a Jungkook in your life….. No matter how, where, or when….as long as he was beside you.

[warmau]

{Special} College!AU Irene

 my other gg college aus: momo

major: literature 

minor: korean history 

clubs: edits the university webpage, part of a writing tutors club

sports: was a part of the gymnastics team, but left to focus on studying (the coach still wishes she’d join again)

irene has a nickname on campus, whether she’s aware of it or not - people don’t know, but everytime she walks by someone somewhere whispers to their friend “look, it’s the princess”

who gave her the nickname is unknown, wendy is sure it came up after someone anonymously posted a photo of irene in some online forum for the ‘top prettiest university students’ 

but irene tells her it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t like it anyway

especially not when she’s just trying to talk with a professor or one of her fellow tutors and someone mentions the nickname a little too loud

“isn’t it flattering though, people think you’re beautiful?” joy figures once, but irene just shrugs her shoulders

“i’d rather people respected me as a person, commented on my writing or on my work ethic. beauty isn’t everything.”

wendy watching her with wide eyes: oh my god everything you say sounds like a motivational quote. teach me your ways

but irene really does mean it,,,,she works hard - has been able to keep a scholarship even when her class load is over fifteen credits,,,,

she loves literature, and if people would take the time to know her,,,,they’d figure out she’s actually a bit of a nerd

loving everything from young adult fiction to hard korean classics

she knows waaaaaaaay too many historical facts off the top of her head, can name every district in every city of korea, and has specific planners for specific classes

all highlighted and neat, just like her personality

although her looks are known on campus, irene keeps to herself and her small group of friends

she’s interestingly enough friends with sehun - who has on many occasions had to walk her from one class to another because of nasty creeps who would try to talk to her

people like to rumor that they’re dating, but sehun and irene always laugh about it,,,,,sehun jokingly calls her a geek while she jabs back that he’s all face and nothing else

of course, as friends they’re just joking, but still - neither of them quite enjoys being the center of dumb college lies

unlike joy, who likes wearing fashionable clothing or wendy who has shown up to class several times in pajamas, irene has a comfy casual style

joy calls it “the gap mom” look 

irene is perfectly fine with that, she likes her loose jeans and button downs

she has her own dorm room, which seulgi and yeri use as their own personaly therapist suite most of  the time

but also irene has made it so cozy and comfy, lots of purple and fresh flowers. she’s an angel,,,,moving on

you’re one of those people whose kind of,,,unsure where you’re going in life,,,,

college is as much a learning experience for you as it is an adventure,,,,but adventures cost money so you find yourself needing some resume help

a friend of yours recommends a writing tutor they once had and you look down at the name they scribbled onto your notebook

“irene?” you pause, shifting your backpack over your shoulder “the princess?”

you vaguely know what she looks like, stoic and intimidatingly pretty

you wonder if it’s worth it to ask for her help ,,,,,,you could just submit your resume as is

but you decide to take the risk and head over to the library, surprised to see that irene is in fact there

even though she looks absolutely immersed in her work, you can see that there’s a group of annoying looking guys draped over their chairs just ogling her

some people walk by with their phones out, not even hiding their attempt to take photos

you cringe, thinking it must be hard for her to live like that

but again, she looks unfazed. a black curtain of hair falls elegantly across her shoulders and a laptop along with a neat pile of books keeps her distracted enough

trying to ignore all the things going on around her, you slip into the seat opposite her

“hi, are you tutoring right now?”

she finishes typing her sentence then looks, you see her look you over once - probably to figure out if you’re here for real or just to bother her

but then her gaze falls on the resume in your hands

“there’s a spelling error right there. i can even see it from upside down.”

she comments, one slender finger taps the part of your resume which reads “education”. you look down. you misspelled ‘currently’

shocked, you stare at it for a while more

irene continues typing, but then stops momentarily

“well, let me see the rest.”

you hand it over to her obediently, sweating a bit as you do. 

pulling a pen out of her bag, she quickly gets to work

“mistake,,,,,,run on sentence,,,,,capitalize this,,,,,” she murmurs to herself as she works

you just silently observe, then look up to see that there are eyes on you know - it must be the consequence of sitting beside ‘the princess’

a good ten minutes later, irene has read over your resume twenty or so times, she hands it back

“edit it, then show it to me again.”

you gape at the amount of corrections one little resume has, but then turn to look at her again

she’s fallen back into her typing, flipping the pages of the open book beside her with ease

“i,,,,,,when are your tutoring hours?”

she motions to the schedule up at the front desk of the library

not once, did she hold your gaze for more than a minute,,,,

it’s mesmerizing

two days later, you’re back with your fixed resume. you don’t want to admit it, but you’ve chosen something nicer to wear and this time approach her with the intent that you’ll ask for help

but also,,,,try some small talk

unfortunately, all the staring and whispering gets to you before you can even sit down

irene, who just has her planner out, puts it away and takes your resume

she begins circling and correcting again, talking to herself

but when she hands it back - you stop her

“listen, i would like it if we could work on this together. but this place is ,,,,,,,,,,, stuffy. can we go somewhere else?”

irene looks taken aback, as if no one has ever asked her that

but then her eyes narrow suspiciously

“will we really only work on the resume?”

you realize that people have probably tried to pull things like this on her to get her into coming on dates

you redden in embarrassment, but nod,,,,,you don’t have any other intentions

so irene gathers her things, you two walk out of the library and you faintly hear someone go

“the princess took interest in someone? where are they going?”

you two decide on some place off campus, somewhere with less prying students

irene orders tea, without sugar and you get some coffee. you want to ask why her preference seems so,,,,,uncommon

but irene jumps quickly into explainging her corrections to you

surprisingly, her calm and clear voice make it all easy to understand

and after working together, you get a sense of what you were missing and what you should fix

irene takes a sip of her tea only after it’s gone cold, checks her watch and asks if you have anything else you need help with

under her eyes, a smoldering dark brown, you feel like there’s something hidden

she seems so automatic, so protected and alert

you feel kind of bad,,,,,,that she has to be so cautious because of the people around her

even here, where there are barely any kids from the university, random people - some twice her age - keep throwing looks her way

irene hyper focuses on you, refusing to meet their eyes

“i um,,,,,,,,im actually pretty bad at grammar -”

“i see that.”

 you look at her, slightly hurt by the bluntness of her statement

she seems to read your expression and for the first time you see her face soften just a bit

“i mean, i see that it’s an area that needs work,,,,,,”

her voice gets a little more quiet “im sorry, i didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

you pause, but then give her a warm smile

“it’s ok, i know it’s just the way you talk.”

she shifts, her hands neat in her lap 

“what do you mean?”

you put your resume back into a folder in your backpack and shrug

“you always get right to the point. you don’t waste time. i think you’re always rushing to get things over with.”

irene’s face softens again, but this time you see her eyebrow twitch

she doesn’t look at you, just at the mug of coffee you’d finished 

“if i waste time,,,,,,,,people get the wrong idea.”

it’s quiet between you two, the noise of other peoples conversations and the music in the cafe feels the weird empty void

you notice the details of irene’s plain shirt, the small silver necklace that rests on her collarbones - the slope of her nose and lips, perfectly aligned on her delicate face

then she gets up, nearly knocking over her tea, “if you need anymore help, the writing tutors have many different hours.”

she turns, heading toward the door to leave and you get the sense you’ve just been brushed off

“she’s scared she told me too much” you mumble, collecting your own things and getting up

on your way out, someone touches your shoulder and says “whose that girl you were with? is she an actress? an idol?”

you shake them off and can’t resist glaring, before you leave without a word

since your resume is done, you don’t have any reason to go to the library

but you can’t help it, you want to see irene

but you manage to keep away, long enough that it doesn’t seem creepy for you to stroll though the non fiction shelves

peeking over to see irene, helping another student with their work

but one afternoon, as you’re making your way to one of your club meetings - a familiar looking figure stops in your way

“so,,,,,,,i hear you’re messing around with the princess?”

wendy has her hands on her hips, a smug expression on her face

you shake your head “more like, she helped me with my resume and then told me to take a hike.”

wendy falls into step beside you and pokes your shoulder

“you’ve got it all wrong, do you know how shocked i was when i heard her say your name last night? she say it and asks if i know what you’re about, who are, blah bla-”

you stop immediately and wendy almost continues on without you, teetering backwards to ask what you’re doing

“she asked about me?”

wendy plays with the straps over her overalls and nods “crazy isn’t it? irene only cares about two things; her friends - which is me and three other girls and,,,,,,,,,,the history of the korean peninsula. yet,,,,”

her mischievous eyes flick up to meet yours with a grin “yet last night she was interested in you.”

with that, wendy turns on her heel and walks the opposite direction

she’s almost out of sight when you call out to her 

“hey, do you know where -”

wendy smiles and cuts you off, “ill tell her to meet you outside the gym tonight at 8. don’t be late!”

in awe, you watch her actually disappear this time

,,,,,,,,,,did you just get yourself a date,,,,,,,,,,,,with the princess,,,,,,,,,

at ten before 8, you get to the gym - shocked to see irene already there

instead of her usual relaxed outfits, she’s wearing something slightly more feminine - an off the shoulder sweater and even small heels

she looks,,,,,,,,,,,beautiful under the lights of the gym and you almost run away because there is just,,,,,,,,,,,no way,,,,,,,,,,,you can even compare

but, you push yourself to meet her and when she looks up - you can’t believe it again - she looks,,,,,,,,,,shy

“wendy,,,,told me you wanted to see me here,,,,,,,”

you try to think of something cool to say, something to save your image but you just spill out “she told me you had asked about me,,,,,,”

now she really looks flustered, hiding her mouth with her small hand

you find it adorable,,,,,,,did she learn that in a movie???? 

it’s quiet again, but you don’t want it to be anymore - this is a once ina lifetime opportunity so you just go for it

“do you want to,,,,,,,,go out? on a date?”

irene has probably heard those words a million times before, but this time - she agrees

and you find yourself on cloud nine as you and her take the bus into the city

the only thing you can think of is a cliche movie, and you’re not sure if that’s going to be good enough - till the movie theater you pass is playing a documentary on the fifth reublic and irene’s eyes literally light up

“i’ve wanted to see this for so long! i just wrote a paper on this era!”

you see her clap her hands, asking for two tickets with such enthusiasm that you didn’t know she had

“i guess you like history?”

you ask as you two settle into your seats, the place practically empty due to the fact that it’s a documentary of all things

irene nods, a genuine smile on her face, “i love this country, so i devote my time to learning about it.”

she turns and you see that this irene is not the irene on campus

this irene,,,,,,is the real one,,,,,,the one who has passions and emotions and doesn’t have to put up some wall just some so creeps won’t ruin her day

the documentary is,,,,,boring for you - but you sit through it because irene keeps whispering facts to you and getting giddy, and her happiness is enough to sustain you 

afterwords, the two of you eat at a local place - you notice that irene’s nails are even painted

small, fancy rings decorate her fingers and a golden pin keeps her hair from falling into her face

she,,,,,,,,,,,really did this for you

“can i ask you something?”

you say, and irene closes the menu, taking a drink of water and nodding

you completely forget what you wanted to order and lean a bit closer

“why did you ask wendy about me?”

she nearly chokes a bit on the water, setting it down and dabbing at her lips with the napkin

she doesn’t answer till she’s thought it over

“you said something, about how i don’t waste time and rush places.”

you nod, “and you said you did it because otherwise people would misunderstand.”

she seems nervous, hands playing with each other in her lap unlike usual

“what i meant was, if im nice and open people see that as an invitation,,,,,,for feelings. when im ,,,,, curt and blunt they just think im mean,,,,that im some,,,,,”

you finish the sentence for her - “princess?”

a weak smile falls over her graceful features and she agrees

“you’re someone,,,,,,,who figured it out. you’re right. im always rushing so people don’t have time to ,,,,,, feel anything toward me. or in any case, act on those feelings.”

you sit back,,,,,wondering then,,,,,,,,, “then what about this? this is,,,,a date after all. which means,,,,,,,,,,feelings at some point will be invovled.”

irene tells you that that’s true, but that’s ok,,,,,,,because this time she thinks she might have feelings too

“how,,,we’ve only met twice for my resume-”

irene shakes her head, “ive seen you around with wendy before. i know,,,,that you’re not all that interested in studying,,,,but that you like doing things your own way,,,,you have a freedom that i wish i had.”

the waiter arrives just in time to cut off the conversation at a good part

irene orders without hesitation, and you just say “whatever she’s having.”

irene laughs at this and you ask her why

“oh nothing, it’s just,,,,,you can be really forgetful can’t you?”

you don’t understand it then, but you and irene are two completely different people - your personality has parts that she wants and vice versa

walking back to campus from the bus stop that night, irene keeps her hands crossed across her chest, too scared to let the hang at her ides,,,,too scared that you might hold her hand

and not because she doesn’t want it,,,,but because she does

you say your goodbyes, and it ends without even a hug,,,,,,,

but to your surprise, the next morning as you’re walking to class - wendy beside you complaining about some homework

irene turns the corner and stops short when she sees you

before marching right up to you - determined look on her pretty face - and kissing you with the most passionate force you think she can muster

wendy’s dropped jaw makes irene smirk with some kind of victory as she takes your hand and pulls you away

“w--w--w---what w---w--was that for?!?!??!” you touch your lips and feel a burning sensation on your skin

irene shrugs, then after a while adds “to make sure wendy knows what’s going on.”

and finding about slightly jealous irene is how your relationship begins,,,,,and it’s wonderful because she only gets more interesting from there on

you see the real irene more often, nerdy girlfriend who reads ten books a week and can recite her favorite dialogues from memories

she laughs at her own inside literature jokes

her own history jokes

and you might not get them,,,,but you laugh along with her because it makes you so happy to see her happy

her walls don’t all come down in a moment though - there are a lot of late night talks on the steps of the library, near the river, or outside of her dorm

where slowly, but surely irene spills some of her best kept secrets to you and only you

sometimes you just sit beside her, keep your hands to yourself and respect her by listening

other times she moves her small frame into your amrs and you just hold her

she mumbles once that she has never known how comfortable the warmth of someone else could be,,,,,not until she met you

you stroke her hair, and she almost becomes a mess of a thin girl in your hands - delicate but still strong as she gets up and says something about studying for her finals

she is,,,,,literally the worrywart girlfriend you see in movies,,,,but in the cutest was possible

she always makes sure you have an extra sweater, bandages, water, etc. 

“you need to drink at least 8 cups of water a day.”

“i need at least 8 kisses a day.”

“,,,,,,,,,,,,do you think that’s clever? go drink a cup of water.”

don’t think her courageous kiss in front of wendy is her usual means of pda

tbh,,,,she doesn’t like pda in the least. so the most you can do with others around is hold her hand under the table

just because irene thinks it’s the mannerly thing to do

this, of course, does not stop yeri from pestering you two to be more of a “couple” to “hug and kiss” till you both see stars

joy just aids the attack on you two by insisting that you guys start telling them all about your dates, her shrp eyes locking on yours as she mouths “you better remember your anniversary with her or i will GET YOU”

,,,,,,never before have you seen such a wild group of friends - you don’t understand how irene fits in

but seulgi gives you a big grin and goes “She’s the Mom.”

more than a chocolates and teddy bear person, irene is a new books and candles person

she once describes your smell as one of her favorites and you tease her about it until she pinches your cheek and tells you to cute it out - pink blush evident on her face

people think irene is gorgeous when she’s walking around, doing simple things

but people don’t know that irene is SUPER gorgeous asleep - it’s like watching a painting,,,,her long eyelashes on pretty skin - her cute parted lips

she once fell asleep on your lap after being up for three days on finals and you didn’t dare move an inch - you’d feel like you were disturbing an angel,,,,

not a fan of couple items, but did agree to get matching headbands at the amusement park, only to hide her face when you tried to take a photo together

you’ve heard the phrase “you’re the luckiest person on earth to be dating her” over a million times and guess what? you freaking agree

as she gets more comfortable with you and skinship, you notice she loves linking arms with you - which is cute and childish but makes you swoon either way

cooks for you, but gets nervous before you try it,,,,,,

and you make yourself eat everything, even if your full because you love her so god damn much

makes adorable little noises when you kiss behind her ear, then swats at you because “it’s ticklish!” but you know it’s because it gets her excited

you found it, one time after you guys were watching a sappy romance movie, that irene actually loves that kind of stuff - she literally cried during titanic

you guys will sometimes makeout, but irene insists the lights have to be off for even that ksdhfd

every now an then you leave flowers tapped to her dorm door, and you deny that it’s you but she ofc knows it’s you and it makes her smile every time

the amount of times you’ve tried to fight one of the creeps coming after her and irene has to hold you back while wendy is the one to tell them off has been,,,,too many to count

you know she doesn’t like being called “the princess” so you start calling her “the angel” instead and she still gets all fussy over it - but you can tell she likes it more

and she is an angel,,,,your angel 

ill be doing more college!au ggs soon! also commissions are open~