#just one chance ma’am I’ll treat u right PLEASE

[snakerdoodlle]

“And what do you think I do,” she pauses, eyes as clear and blue as crystals lifting to meet a terrified gaze, “to those who betray me?” She’s making a game of it, slowly dragging her finger along the blade of the dagger, so very careful not to press too hard lest her own blood spill. She’s enjoying it.

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Sorry I’m a bit late to the party but I give you all my own fem Maven 🤲 A girl who knows what she wants, isn’t afraid to do anything to get it, and has blood on her hands but isn’t even phased? Sign me up I’m there and on my knees!! I’m a huge fan of ruthless, powerful women so this is perfect for me 🫶 also love women with messier hair so I projected that a bit

(Inspired by @mavensbluemoon of course)

+ a sketch of her with short hair because I couldn’t resist <3 (two versions since I couldn’t decide lmao)

[marrys-dream-world]

if we’re bound to be something, why not together? (chapter 11)

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Notes:  Double update to cheer up a bit! This chapter turned out much longer than I thought it would be, almost double the size of other chapters. No content warning, just fluff! The song "Blueming" by IU, I think this fits this chapter a lot so if you want a song to listen while you read, it's that! Day 11: Voice Mail/Phone calls. @ladynoirjuly

After their last patrol, Ladybug sent Chat Noir a link through their communicators.

[Download this!!] She sent along with it, eagerly waiting for him. 

[As my lady commands : D] He sent back almost immediately. 

That talk had been a bit of an eye-opener to Marinette. She was getting to know Chat Noir more and more each day and she treasured every bit of information she got, jealousy holding it close to chest, hesitating to write it even in her diary. He was a quiet student during class, he had a friend whose name was definitely not Sallie (ugh), his father was distant, his mother and mother-figure were out of reach. He was lonely. All this information was worrying, just not as much as what she learned that night. At that moment, with him shaking in her arms, she made a decision.

Being there for him just as Ladybug wasn't going to cut it anymore. 

This idea wasn't anything new, she had been playing with it in her mind for a while now. So when she sent him a chat room code through her communicator with other instructions and detransformed, she was fairly confident it would work. Picking up her phone, she smiles as she saw that there was already a message.

CN

My lady!! <3 <3 <3

LB

down, Chaton. :)

CN

I'm just mdlaomqnahsbsk

Is it okay, though? Talking like this?

LB

yeah, i've been testing this app with RR and it's fine, there's no way we'll leak our numbers or anything like that to each other. don't worry ;)

CN

This app is to warn each other about attacks and schedule meetings? Are you going to add RR to the chat?

LB

nah, i'll just make one for the 3 of us. this is one for us to talk and stuff, doesn't need to be about job things.  

The "CN is typing…" kept it's place on the screen for enough time for her to start getting worried. 

CN

You don't need to force yourself for my sake, bug. I don't want to bother you. 

Marinette thought about making a joke. The situation, however, didn't seem right for it. 

LB

you never bother me.

His response came almost immediately.

CN

You never texted me before.

LB

guess i'll have to learn what's the maximum amount of cat memes a person can humanely send per day

CN

Is that a challenge, my lady?

LB

;) ;) ;)

just remember to not blow up my phone, we have class

CN

I'll use my powers for good, don't worry : D

Marinette smiled and put down her phone, fixing up her bag for the next day on the chance (certainty) that she would wake up late the next day. When she picked the phone up again, there was a single text:

LB

Thank you, bug. Good night. 

He was absolutely unstoppable after that. Next morning, as she was brushing her teeth, her cell phone pinged with the telling sound from the app and she smiled as she opened the app on her phone. 

CN

Look, look, we can change each other's names.

LB

good to know

You changed "CN" 's name to "Chat-terbox"

Chat-terbox

You know me so well. Soulmates.

Chat-terbox changed your name to "lady of my heart"

lady of my heart

yeah, i should have seen that coming, that's on me. 

oh yeah, gm

Chat-terbox

Good morning <3 <3 <3

Are you in class already?

Marinette froze in place, eyes snapping to the clock. There was only ten minutes before the class started. She bolted, barely noticing if she had on the right shoes or if her jacket matched her pants. So much for being an aspiring designer. Marinette blurred past the kitchen, taking a croissant and a banana and cramming them into her mouth as she ran. She made it to the classroom in the middle of the roll call, not even stopping by the lockers.

“Thanks for joining us, Marinette.” Ms. Bustier said dryly. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” She answered, out of breath. Sitting down, she took out her tablet and noticed another message making her phone screen glow. 

Chat-terbox

Is everything okay?

lady of my heart

i made it late in class but the teacher let me in hehehe

i think she's used to it *forehead sweatdrop emoji*

Chat-terbox

Hahaha a friend of mine just did the same thing, you two are twins 

lady of my heart

let me guess… Sallie *eyeroll emoji*

Chat-terbox

I mean, yeah, but why the eyeroll???

lady of my heart

you just talk too much about her, don't you think

Chat-terbox

You sound just like Plagg.

lady of my heart

maybe bc we're right

Chat-terbox

Why does that bother you? Jealous? *eyes emoji*

lady of my heart

as if *kicks u*

Chat-terbox

You kick your partner? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for my lady! Jail for my lady for One Thousand Years!

lady of my heart

since my fate is already decided *kicks u again*

Chat-terbox

Nooooooooo

A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Marinette?" Ms. Bustier raised an eyebrow. "Something you want to share with the class?"

"N-no, ma'am." She answered, face heating up. Marinette quietly put her phone away, ignoring Alya's prying eyes. 

She only opened the app again during the break between classes, moving away from a curious Alya to hang by Kim and Alíx. 

Chat-terbox

I'll assume you're actually paying attention to class, which is great. You probably need it to make up all those crazy plans ;)

SM beaten by ninth grade physics 

Hey, boo, did you see this one SM identity theory video making rounds on the internet?

Marinette frowned.

lady of my heart

there's nothing new on the ladyblog

Chat-terbox

Oh, it's not on the Ladyblog, here 

She opened the video as quickly as she could before Ms. Bustier came back, only from the sound to make Kim and Alíx burst out into laughter.

lady of my heart

i opened it in my class I hate u so muuuuuch ughhhhhh

Chat-terbox 

C'mon, boo, it was funny

lady of my heart

>: (

Chat-terbox

: 3

This time, she willingly put her phone away. 

On the next break, she tried to ignore the pinging from her phone. However, curiosity killed the cat(‘s lady).

Chat-terbox

Please don't be mad, my lady, I have written you a lengthy apology to make up for sins

File attachment: apology letter for my beloved.doc

lady of my heart

if it's another rickroll i swear to god i'll END you

Chat-terbox

You can see it's not a video, it's safe to open

Scout's honor

lady of my heart

u were never a scout

Chat-terbox

I could be!!

Please read <3

Sighing deeply, she clicked on the document. He would never shut up if she didn't. It read as:

l would like to offer my sincerest According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible…

She clicked back

Chat-terbox

Did you like it? :3

lady of my heart

…

blocked

Chat-terbox

Boo, noooooooo

After that, Marinette didn’t open the app again no matter how much her phone pinged. She wasn’t mad, not really, just a bit annoyed. Before lunch ended, she would read and answer. But now, she was stuck watching Alya and Nino play Super Penguino and make moon eyes at each other. Adrien wasn’t allowed to join them, as much as he begged his father, and she was feeling pretty bummed about that. She poked around her chicken pasta when she heard her phone playing a familiar song.

kore nani kore nani korenanikorenanikorenanikorenani-

Chat Noir!

"Is everything okay?" Marinette asked as soon as she picked up the phone. Alya and Nino, noticing her worried tone, paused their game to look at her. 

"You picked up!" Chat Noir said, cheery. "I thought you blocked me."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Is there actually something wrong? I'll hang up "

"No, wait!" He yelped. "There's nothing wrong, I just wanted to talk. Are you busy?"

Marinette looked over at Nino and Alya, who were still watching her expectantly. She smiles reassuringly and waved them away, furtively signaling to Alya that it was Chat Noir on the phone. Her friend nodded and bumped her shoulder on Nino's. 

"C'mon, babe, let Marinette talk to her 'friend' by herself." Alya said, leering. 

"Why did you say it like that?" Nino asked, confused. Then, his eyes lit up. "Is it Adrien? Tell him I said hi!"

"No!" Marinette shouted, gaining weird stares from the other patrons.

"No, you aren't busy?" Chat Noir asked on the phone.

"No, it's not Adrien, or no, you won't tell him I said hi?" Nino asked. 

"It's another friend." She said hurriedly before focusing on the phone. "I can talk now, not that busy."

"If you're with your friends, it's okay." He said, rather meekly for her chaton.

"I'm just third-wheeling." Marinette said as Alya and Nino began another round of Super Penguins. "Why did you call? Aren't you having lunch now?"

Chat Noir chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, I'm having lunch at home and I'm all alone, so I thought I could give you a call. Is that too much?"

"No, it's fine." She reassured. "Why are you alone? What about your siblings?"

"What siblings?" He asked, genuinely confused. 

"Uh… the siblings I assumed you had for some reason." She said awkwardly, noticing how out there she sounded the more she spoke. 

"Really? You thought I had siblings? Why?"

"Because you're just like an annoying little brother." She said teasingly, a complete lie.

Chat Noir struck her as a mischievous, but supportive older brother. The kind that sneaked you treats after midnight and comforted you after failing a math test. Not like she could tell him that, though. If he was a little brother, it would be to a stressed older sister that he admired a lot and that found him reliable in return. She dreamed about meeting them sometimes and now it seemed that they would truly stay dreams forever. 

"I would like an older brother or sister." He sighed longingly. "The closest I have is my cousin, but he lives in another country."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, it's better this way, we would kill each other if we lived together. Everyday I would have to check for poison in my breakfast."

"A true sibling dynamic."

"Yep."

"Hey, why aren't you having lunch with your friends then?" With Sallie, she wanted to tease, but held back for fear of sounding, as Tikki said, bitter. 

"My father would rather I have lunch at home." He said vaguely. "My friends did invite me to go with them to a café, but my father didn't like the idea. He only likes one of them, the rest he says are bad influences."

"Let me guess, the one he likes is Sallie?"

"I can hear you rolling your eyes, but yes."

"Well, if you ever get lonely at lunch, you can call me." Marinette said honestly. "I don't mind it."

"Thank you." Chat Noir said softly.

They spent the rest of lunch talking on the phone, even sending pictures of their food to each other (Chat's limp salad made her take a bunch of mental notes to take him some pastries next patrol). On the way to school, as she walked to the classroom, they kept talking. She could hear Chat getting on a vehicle (a bus?) and when he got to school, she was disappointed he had to hang up. After Marinette clicked the end call button, the first thing she noticed when she looked up was Alya's smug face and Nino's confused one. 

"Wow, does my bro have some competition, dude?" Nino said. "You spent the entire break talking."

"What? No, that was just a friend!"

"Yeah, a friend." Alya sing-songed, making her face heat up.

"Yeah." Marinette said firmly. "There's no competition for anything."

"Who's competing?" A sweet voice asked from behind her and she jumped.

"Adrien!" She shouted, scrambling. "N-nothing hehe."

"Dude!" Nino smiled. "How was your lunch?"

Adrien smiled, brightly. "The best I've ever had."

Marinette felt inclined to agree. 

[naferty]

Please, I'm begging you, what happens after tony flies away from Steve in the twins au?? How can they recover from that?

Steve is left standing alone as he watches Tony fly further and further away, unable to find the wordings to call the genius back. Not that he thought Tony would even come back. After the outburst and confession Tony just gave, Steve had no doubt the last person Tony wants to talk to is him. 

Steve kicks at a pebble on the pavement absentmindedly. What now? If he tried to talk to Tony the genius would just run away. He might even make it worse by pushing and pushing, but if he doesn’t do anything then it will get worse as Tony will likely spend the time convincing himself he’s done right and the damage will become irreversible.

Steve meant it when he said he wanted Tony. So confident and sure about it. So much so he thought Tony himself was reassured about their relationship. Their very brief relationship. He didn’t think twice when he admitted to the genius about his previous affection for his sister. He thought they were past the awkwardness that was ‘dating even though Steve once had feelings for Tasha’ and Tony had been okay with it. 

Turns out, Tony didn’t even know. 

If Steve had known how hurt Tony would be from it, he would have never told him anything. But then, what kind of person would that make Steve? 

A misguided one. 

With no other options, he made his way to the source of all this. Tasha. If anyone could talk to Tony, it would be his older sis. The two were close like peas in a pod, cut from the same fabric, thick as thieves, and from the mischief the two are able to get to, that last description is very accurate. 

And just like Steve, she’s guilty of withholding information. She knew they had been dates, Steve knows she did, but she decided to act oblivious in order to let him down easy and somewhere along the way she thought adding in Tony to the equation had been a good idea. 

It was, Steve will say. At the time it felt disrespectful, but once Steve got Tasha was not, in fact, going to return his affection, he settled in and watched as the siblings showed what they’re best known for. A well-oiled machine with a dash of sarcasm that would put Deadpool to shame. And a side of Tony Steve had never seen. 

After a while, Steve had looked forward to Tony joining them until one day Steve decided to just skip asking Tasha and instead ask Tony. He thought it’d be a bit awkward at first without Tasha, but no. Tony kept all manner of conversation going smoothly. There was hardly any moment of pause. And it had been fun. So much so that Steve didn’t want it to end. 

It hadn’t been until the next day that Steve realized… it had felt like a date. Exactly what Steve had wanted when he asked Tasha. Only, it ended with Tony instead. 

Were they dating now? Was Steve interested in Tony? 

The simple answer; yes. 

The complication; they didn’t know it. Not at first.

Now. Steve wants Tony, but Tony won’t believe him. Will he believe Tasha if she explained? Steve can only hope. 

He found her in Stark tower. Usually where either twin is always located. Can’t find one? Always check there first. Almost a guarantee they’ll be there out of class time. They’ll be in their lab working nonstop on projects, but Steve found her sitting alone, no project, no goggles, and no tools in hand. Just alone staring at nothing on the table. Head in her hands. 

“Tash?” he calls to her. 

“Tony is in his lab,” she says without prompting. Starks are geniuses. It’s only natural she knows why he’s there. 

“Will he talk to me?” 

A beat of silence. “No.” 

“He thinks I don’t want him.” 

She sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” She lifts her head and looks at him. “What did he say?” 

“I settled for him.” The words feel wrong on his tongue. Like poison. He can’t imagine how Tony feels when he said them. 

“What else?” 

Steve shakes his head. Tony admitted a lot in a moment of vulnerability. His feelings and beliefs. Steve won’t repeat those. Not to his sister. Not to anyone. “Not my words to tell. He’s - he’s hurting though. A lot. Because of me and you.” 

She rubs her forehead. “Yeah. That’s been our life for the longest time. I get all I want and he gets hurt because of me -” 

“You don’t have to tell me.” 

“No, you have to hear it. If you’re serious about Tony you need to know.” She invites him over to sit next to him. “Tony and I - to the world, it looks like we’ve been equals our whole lives. We share the company. The tower. The Iron armor. Everything, but it’s far from the truth. I grew up expecting everything. Tony grew up expecting nothing.” 

Steve frowns. That doesn’t make sense. How can twins grow up in the same environment expecting different? 

“Because of Howard. From the start, he’s treated us differently. For some damn reason, he valued me more and dumped what little was left on Tony, if there was anything left on that drunk asshole. I never knew. I could ask for anything and I always got it. Tony could barely ask for gloves. Gloves without holes if he was lucky enough.” 

Tony’s trail of thought now made sense. His insecurity and distrust didn’t just stem from one simple relationship admission. It started in childhood. Trauma. Resentment. Insecurity.

Loneliness. 

All thanks to the man that’s supposed to be their rock for protection and love. 

“I can tell you our whole life story, Steve. About me being a grade-A bitch, Tony’s injuries, Howard’s selfishness, but it won’t get you any closer to Tony. You need to hear it from him, if he ever wants to tell you. What we need to do right now is figure out how to convince him,” she slams her fist on the table. “Howard is in his head. We need to get him out.”

“I already tried to explain. He won’t believe me. What else can I do?” 

“Show him. Think of something that will prove it. Don’t go too big, though. Tony’s never liked show-offs. Small things that mean the most to him. Small things that you can do every day.” Tasha’s eyes go wide. “Jarvis! Write this down.” 

“Of course, Ma’am,” came Jarvis’ electronic voice. 

“You ready, Steve?” 

Steve nods. Slow and serious. Ready as he’ll ever be. He’ll get Tony to believe him. No matter how long it takes. 

Wish him a good morning every day

Buy him coffee

Get him chocolates

Leave him notes on his books

Text him - the sappier the text the better

Bring him lunch - burgers preferably

Thank him for all his hard work around campus

Tell him how smart he is

Compliment his smiles

Laugh at every joke - no matter how cringy

Paint him stuff when you have time - Tony doesn’t admit it, but he actually likes paintings a lot

Hug him every chance you get - careful of his chest

Steal his jacket and wear it - assert dominance

Invite him to places you go

Tony doesn’t like long walks - take him on your bike - long bike rides

Ask him to dance - make him laugh while dancing - your old dance should work!

Can’t go wrong with flowers

Ask him about his day - projects too - ask about Dummy and U

Tell him he is hot - don’t point out a specific body part - let him know all of him is hot - if you mention his ass I will kill you

Thank him when he gives you things - kiss his forehead if he resists the thank yous

Hold his hand - ask him to hold something when he resists and make your move then

Don’t mention sister - not so early - let Tony gain confidence again

When the time is right tell him it’s him and only him

If you decide to pick a ring you better take me with you - not that I’ll let you right now - it’s too early! 

One day tell him you love him 

[jonghoshoe]

What kind of subs are ateez ;)

I’m going to fucking SIMP for u ma’am. 

Hongjoong-Pain slut

Seonghwa-Vocal and expressive

Yunho-A good lil puppy

Yeosang-Experimentalist 

San-Degradee

Mingi-Pillow princess

Wooyoun-Whiny brat

Jongho-Needy and clingy

Hongjoong: It may just be our personal bias bc we do love talking about wrecking him a lot. But Hongjoong definitely seems like a pain slut. I’m talkin whipping, slapping, knife stuff, bruises, hickeys, pulling on his collar or ropes really tight, throwing him around, fucking obliterating his tiny little cock. All of it. If he hasn't cried at least once by the end of your session then you haven’t treated him badly enough, he will literally beg you to hurt him. He wants to be all marked up and proudly displayed as yours, he wants people to wonder who the hell beat him up and for him to be able to say that you just give him everything he wants. He may be the sub, and the one being hurt, but we all know he wouldn’t be like that if you didn't have complete trust in eachother. Your trust that he can handle it, and his trust that you’ll follow through but will listen when he asks you to stop. (which he rarely does anyway)

Seonghwa: You’ve seen his stage presence right? If he isn’t super vocal and expressive then I’ll eat the ropes I wanna tie him down with! Seonghwa tries to insist he’s a dom, he really tries. And sure, sometimes he is. But he fits being a sub so much better. He’s just so naturally loud when you get him in bed, you can try and tell him to be quiet, but even with a gag on it’s the equivalent of putting a pillow in front of a stereo. You fuck him and he’s all loud moans and shouts, tease him and it’s high pitched whimpers and whines, edge him and it’s nonsensical babbling and he occasionally manages to get out a beg or two. Chances are you’ll have to tie him down if you plan to tease him, it’s not that he tries to move a lot. He’s just so incredibly expressive and he can’t control himself. He won’t admit that he likes the robe burns he gets from it though, or the bruises from where you’re holding him down. But he loves it, trust me. 

Yunho: Probably just personal bias again, but Yunho is a good little puppy! He definitely seems into petplay and loves when you call him your good pup, please buy this boy a collar he will never take it off without you telling him to, he’ll even sleep in it! He loves to be told he’s doing good so he does his absolute best to abide by your rules so something is extremely wrong if he acts out. It’s very rare that he does though, he wants to be your best puppy after all! He’ll try his best at anything you ask of him, no matter how impossible it sounds. He’s really bad at keeping quiet though, he’s just too sensitive. The lowest he can go is little whines and whimpers but you’ll never get full silence from him. He doesn’t know his own limits though, he wants to be good so bad that he rarely uses his safeword even when he should, so you’ll have to get good at noticing the tells of when things are too much for him. He’s so scared of disappointing you so if you have to stop you’ll need to remind you he’s your good and only pup and that he still did a good job.

Yeosang: Yeosang will try absolutely everything under the sun, and moon, and stars, and planets, and universe, and galaxies- He’ll do it all okay. You can't go a week without him coming to you with a new thing he wants to try. You starts pretty vanilla so there was a lot to work through. ‘’Hey, can you try tying me up?’’ ‘’I just learned people get off on being choked- wanna do it to me?’’ ‘’We should totally do something in public, i’ll be good I swear!’’ ‘’I’ve really been interested in whipping recently, wanna go buy one?’’ ‘’Hey, wanna try that golden shower thing? It could be really hot!’’ ‘’Let’s try edging! I bought a cock ring and everything!’’ ‘’I really wanna try vibrators, will you use one on me?’’ ‘’Hey you should try humiliating me, I wanna see what all the fuss is about.’’ ‘’Heyheyhey- let’s try cbt!’’ ‘’Can I call you daddy/mommy next time?’’ ‘’Hey we should try fisting!’’ and it goes on and on and on and- Yeah, he’s pretty adventurous. And chances are he’ll end up liking most things that you try. 

San: Listen. He gets so much praise in his daily life, from fans, the group, the media. It’s nice and all, but it can get a little boring, especially when it's only what he does publicly (being privately praised is a whole nother thing). So he loves some heavy degradation, especially if it’s paired with some pain too. Call hi any degrading name you can think of and you’ll have him squirming in minutes. Especially if you call him a slut, specifically your slut. Tell him how he’s moving too much, ‘’What, is my little whore so sensitive he can’t keep still?’’ how he’s being too loud, ‘’You need to quiet down darling, sluts should be seen, not heard.’’, how he’s not doing enough for you, ‘’Look at you, all fucked out. I’m disappointed, I thought you could take more than that.’’ Of course, after something so intense you’ll need aftercare, to remind him that none of that was true and he’s very much a good boy. But he absolutely can’t deny how painfully hard he gets in the moment. 

Mingi: It’s not that he’s lazy- okay maybe a little. But he just loves being so pliant for you, a nice little doll for you to use. Unless you specifically order otherwise, he’s perfectly content to just lay there and let you have your way with him. You wanna tie him down and tease him for hours on end? Alright. Wanna fuck him with a vibrator and watch him squirm? Sounds great! Wanna fuck his throat with your fingers, a cock or strapon/dildo? Please do. He mostly just lays there when you fuck him, not because he doesn’t want to do much, he’s just so sensitive that he’s blissed out within the first five minutes of you touching him. He just lays there, glossy eyed with a dumb smile on his face as you throw him around, moaning and whining at it all. He goes deep into subspace really easily though, and since he isn't moving much and won’t give you any verbal cues, you’ll need to check in on him every so often to make sure he’s doing okay. 

Wooyoung: Good luck domming him without a fight, this little shit is the brattiest sub you’ll ever meet. He talks back constantly and absolutely refuses to follow your rules. But he must be a glutton for punishment because he keeps doing it. And he’s fucking loud too. He’s such a whiner. Kissing him? He’s whining. Biting him? Whining and huffing. Fingering him? Whining and moaning. Punishing him? Whining, moaning, groaning, and more whining. Fucking him? Whining and screaming, maybe some panting in there too. You can't do anything with people nearby because he just can't keep quiet. You still haven’t lived down the time you grabbed his ass around the rest of the members and he whined like a wounded kitten. At this point he doesn’t even try to keep quiet anymore. He'll climb into your lap during dinner, a movie, literally anything and he’ll whine when he brushes up against you, as if it hadn’t been his plan all along. You’ve gotta admire his dedication though, despite his misbehaving, he takes every punishment you give with only minimal, playful hesitation. 

Jongho: I know he’s our cute and soft maknae and all and you were probably expecting me to defy expectations. But he really does give off needy and clingy sub vibes. You absolutely cannot restrain him or he will cry, and not in a good way. He wants to touch you, for you to touch him, to be held. He doesn’t care but please give him skin on skin contact, or clothes on clothes contact- anything. Just always touch him or let him touch you in some way to let him ground himself. Jongho is always touching you and always going to you for comfort. If he’s having a particularly bad day then there’s not a moment where he isn’t holding your hand. If he’s really overwhelmed then he’ll practically beg to be held. (not that you’d let him get to that stage because you’re not a monster). Your dom/sub dynamic extends far beyond the bedroom so he’s always dependant on you and looks to you for permission to do things. Please treat him well, he will literally follow you to the ends of the very much round earth. 

[nomnomsik]

Can u do an OT7 reaction of when they find out their s/o was kidnapped??

A/N: I finally got it done!!! I hope you like it as much as I do~ Trigger warning: abusive relationship, slight sexual themes, physical abuse, cursing, and manipulation. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics! THERE IS A KEEP READING CUT AFTER YOONGI. 

Jin:

“Jin!” You crashed into his secure and strong arms, crying out to him. It had been hours of the police questioning the criminal who had kidnapped you. Your body sagged as you walked out of the station, your eyes locking with Jin. You immediately ran to him. He caught you, holding you tight as if you were going to disappear again.

“I missed you so much, baby.” Jin’s voice was muffled as he dug his head into the top of your hair. You felt his arms shake and looked up. His eyes and nose were red, as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

“Jin?” You questioned. “Why are you crying?” Never before had you seen Jin break down before. He was a stoic and stern man, who was keen on absolute authority over your life. To see him in such a fragile state scared you. But, somewhere you realized he was also human.

“I never thought,” he started. “I’d be able to see you again.” He squeezed you tighter. “I was so scared.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. Did he really mean it? Did your kidnapping take such a huge toll on him? He smiled back down at you, letting the tears fall down his face with one hitting your cheek, making you flinch.

“You’re never leaving my sight ever again. I don’t care if my eyes bleed from never sleeping again. I won’t be able to handle ever losing you. I love you.”

Yoongi:

The police let you go after the questioning session on your kidnapping. You slowly walked out of the room with the company of a female police officer. She guided you to the front of the building, leading you towards the exit.

As she opened the door to the lobby, you saw the familiar small stature of a man sitting on one of the chairs. Your eyes widened as your body instinctive cowered in fear. Your breath hitched, grabbing the attention of Yoongi.

He immediately stood up when he looked over, but instead of rushing towards you, he slowly walked forwards. You instinctively took a few steps back. Yoongi stopped in his tracks, his face in a frown.

“I came to pick you up. Why are you so scared of me?” he muttered, truly hurt by your actions. He had exhausted himself, tirelessly searching for you. He had cried and closed himself off to the rest of the world, desperate to find any trace of you. And this is how you repay him?

The female officer to your right looked at the situation at hand. She gently touched your shoulder, alerting you. “Is there some sort of problem? Don’t be scared to let me know, we’re here to protect you.” She smiled like an angel, her eyes full of pure genuine.

You latched onto her, hands clenching around her uniform. You brought yourself up to her ear, whispering.

“Please… Don’t tell anyone, I just don’t want to go back with him. He really scares me.” She nodded, her gentle demeanor never leaving. She walked up to Yoongi, ushering him to leave.

“Sir, I’m sorry but you must leave the building. This individual will not be leaving with you.” Yoongi clenched his fists but nodded anyway. He glared at you, his heart breaking into millions of pieces.

Don’t think this is the end, I’ll get you back, y/n. Just watch.

Hoseok: 

“Oh my god, y/n… Is that really you?”

Your head darted from your seat in the lobby of the police station. You scrambled to get up, grabbing the bag the station had given you. You ran towards Hoseok, hitting several chairs on your way.

When you were in range, Hoseok grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“Oh my god, oh my-! It really is you!! My wonderful, y/n!” His smile was bright as he spun you around the entrance. He brought you back down as your feet landed onto the solid ground. Smiling, he held onto your hand as the two of you walked out of the station.

The two of you went through the city as if you hadn’t been kidnapped 2 months ago. The silence was comforting, but it was unusual to you. Hoseok rarely treated you this way, it was too normal, too relaxed. The silence was broken as the two of you arrived back at his apartment. When the door shut, Hoseok immediately grabbed your wrists, slamming you onto the ground.

“So baby, what you’re going to do is cleanse yourself from all the disgusting filth that has accumulated over the months. And of course, I’ll be helping you by making sure everything is perfect.” He smirked and felt the immense pleasure that he was deprived of when he saw your vulnerable look that was so innocently plastered onto your face.

“Oh, you’re just so adorable. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel everything you made me go through. You won’t be walking for weeks.” His laugh echoed in his cold and empty apartment, sending chills down your spine.

Maybe being kidnapped wasn’t the worst thing to happen to you.

Namjoon:

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m sorry for the trouble.” Namjoon bowed politely to the officer in front of him. The woman nodded, dismissing the two of you. Namjoon had his fingers interlocked with yours when he first arrived at the station, definitely breaking the law several times to get there.

When he got a phone call that morning that they had found and rescued you, he ran through several red lights, and once he reached the highway he broke the 100 mph mark. He hastily parked his car and ran towards the station, relieved to see you again.

Now that it was just the two of you, you buckled in your seatbelt in the passenger seat, waiting for Namjoon. You were gone for almost 2 years and things had drastically changed.

When did he learn how to drive? He never drove when we were together…

Namjoon had no choice but to learn how to drive. How else was he going to find you, or have a chance at finding you? He easily aced the written exam portion and when he was able to take the road test, he passed with ease and precision. Sure, he had some difficulty, but dealing with you away from him was worse.

When Namjoon was finally strapped in his seat, he looked at you. He didn’t turn on the engine but just wanted to take some time to admire and see how you had developed over the years. As his hand reached out to caress your cheek, you flinched away. He clenched his jaw, his eyes furrowing.

“I’m not going to hurt you, at least not for a while. I missed you a lot, and I’d be lying to myself and you if I said it didn’t affect me.” You opened your eyes, looking over at him. “Y/n, I’ll try to be better, I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I’m not going to make excuses,” He started the engine, letting it roar. “I don’t take pleasure in seeing you paint me like a monster.”

With that, the rest of the drive was silent, letting you sort out your thoughts, your concerns, everything.

Jimin: 

“Jimin, s-stop, please? I don’t k-know what to do if you’re like this.” You embarrassing nudged said boy who was clinging onto your shoulder.

“I-I missed you so much,” he sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand over his face. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you, I love you, loveyouloveyoulove-”

“Okay!” you interjected. You let Jimin hold onto your arm as you dragged him through the streets. He closed his eyes lovingly rubbing his cheek to yours and plastering small kisses on your hand.

“Y/n, can you take care of me from now on? That way you’ll never be away from me. Ever~” you sighed. Jimin nudged your arm, looking for an answer. “I barely ate when you were gone! I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everything I did reminded me of you. Pleasepleasepleaseee.”

“Yeah yeah.” You murmured. Jimin’s eyes sparkled and his smile grew. He jumped up and down, cheering in joy.

“Thank you, y/n! You better not be lying to me~” His tone darkened at the end. “Or else, you’re just going to make things worse.” With a harsh yank, he pulled your arm towards him, embracing you in the middle of the sidewalk. “I love you,” he whispered under his breath, leaning in and pressing a deep kiss on your lips.

“You’re mine forever. You only belong to me. You should only focus on me. Nobody else matters but me.”

Taehyung: 

Where is she? Where? Where?

“WHERE?!” Taehyung slammed the last door in his apartment open. His knees gave out as he fell onto the wooden floor with a large impact. The ground shook on impact, as Taehyung banged his fists onto the surface.

“No, no, NO!” He screamed, pulling at his hair. “Where is she? Who took her? She’s all I have, how could you DO THIS TO ME?!” A fountain of tears poured down Taehyung’s face, as he tightly clenched his shirt.

He slowly got up, making his way through his studio, his eyes dull and staring at his canvases littered with your face. With a rush of rashness, he grabbed one, crushing it with his bare hands and throwing it straight onto the ground.

“Garbage,” He destroyed another one. “Garbage!” He smashed another one. “It’s all fucking shit!” He yelled, snatching a matchbox off of his desk and igniting it. He tossed the burning match into the pile. The light illuminated and reflected onto his skin as he watched everything burn. It had been almost 6 months since your disappearance. Taehyung slowly crumbled, day by day, week after week, and months of not finding you. Not being able to see you. Not be able to look at his perfect you.

“I’ll find you, y/n. I won’t let them win in the end.”

Jungkook:

It was a quiet night at the Jeon estate. But, the still air was interrupted with the slamming of the house door. Jungkook roughly pushed you through the door causing you to lose your balance and fall onto the cold and solid ground. You rubbed your bottom to ease the fall until you were suddenly jolted back up with a yank of your arm.

Jungkook’s arm was tightly secured around your waist, his eyes which seemed to glow despite the dark night. You nervously stood up straight as his eyes seemed to pierce through you. Awkwardly, you sheepishly gave him a smile, a hand coming up to scratch the back of your head. Jungkook rushed towards you, encasing you in a tight embrace.

“I wish I could’ve killed that bastard.” was all he said. He held onto to you for what felt like forever. It was calming, but it was unlike him which made it strange. Jungkook was never one to show affection. It was only through his selfish desires did he show any sort of love, even though it was a messed up type.

Jungkook’s hands pulled onto the back collar of your shirt, exposing your skin to the cold air. He placed his head into the crook of your neck and began to nip on your skin.

“You’re finally home. We have a lot of catching up to do.” He curled his lips and continued to bite, leading you down the dark hallway and into the bedroom.

[lovely-angst]

tl;dr: i have a small case of philophobia(definition in the story below) and it makes me extremely anxious and nervous to the point where I become scared/terrified sometimes when I’m talking with a boy and it SUCKS because it stops me from dating. i can never get passed the going on a date stage because i get too anxious/nervous. 

It seemed like a curse. No matter how much you wanted it, you couldn’t allow yourself to have it. Even when things seemed to be heading the right way and your future was bright, it came back to haunt you and kept you alone. 

The fear of falling in love; philophobia. 

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend (Name)? You’re super cute and smart!” Your friends would say making you smile sheepishly with a slight tint. “I guess I just haven’t found the one,” you say with a light chuckle. You averted your gaze towards your lap where your fingers fidgeted nervously. Slightly raising your head, your eyes glanced toward a certain blond male across the room.

As your friends talked amongst themselves you watched the blond male curiously. You liked his spiky blond hair that almost seemed impossibly soft once you neared him, even his strong and fierce red eyes that could scare anybody with one glance. He had so much attitude that it fascinated you. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when suddenly Bakugou turned and met eyes with you from across the room. you immediately looked away with a blush on your cheeks.

Maybe just maybe, he felt the same way about you?

It was a chilly November day and you wanted nothing more than to warm yourself up with a fresh meat bun from the convenience store. Thankfully, there was no extra practice or training after school, so you headed to the store as soon as school was finished. 

Wrapping yourself up in your warm scarf, you stepped out to walk against the crunchy colorful leaves with the red and orange sky surrounding you. White puffs of air escaped your lips as you turned to head into the warm store. Right when you walked in, you stopped in your tracks as your eyes landed on the male infront of you. Bakugou came here too?

He seemed to have noticed you walk in and you gave him a nod as a greeting as you walked behind him to stand in line. You couldn’t tell if your cheeks were warm and red from the cold or if it was because of Bakugou. Looking up, you noticed he was much taller up close and his shoulder were broader than from far away. 

“One meat bun please,” Bakugou stated and you perked up from his sentence. That was exactly what you had wanted too! “Here you go,” the cashier said as they handed him the wrapped meat bun before ringing him up. Bakugou opened the wrapper and began to walk away without another glance towards you. “It’s okay,” you thought. It’s not a big deal.

“Could I have one meat bun?” You asked excitedly, but the cashier frowned apologetically, “I’m sorry ma’am, but the customer before you just bought our last one.” 

You turn to look at Bakugou who now had slightly turned to look at you with a smirk before walking out the doors, causing you to frown. “I’ll just take this hot drink then.”

You glanced at the warm drink in your hand sadly as you walked out the doors of the convenience store, you really wanted that meat bun. 

“Hey,” you heard a voice call out and you turned your head to the source to find Bakugou leaning against the store. Staring at him, you glanced around you before he scowled, causing you to focus back on him. “I’m talking to you dumbass.” You frown at him, narrowing your eyes in the process, “What is it?” 

“You wanted this meat bun?” He questioned with a smirk and you scrunch your nose at him, “Stop rubbing it in my face, just eat it and go on with your day.” You sulk as you take a sip of the warm drink. Bakugou rolls his eyes at you before stuffing the meat bun in your open bag. “What are you doing?” You asked curiously as he got up and walked away. Taking the meat bun out of your bag, you quickly chased after him, “But this is yours!” 

“You looked like you really wanted it. Just take it and go,” He replied with hands in his pockets as he turned to look at you. Your cheeks flushed against the sunset sky that gleamed around the two of you. “Thank you Bakugou,” you smiled happily as you took a bite out of the meat bun. 

Maybe he could be the one to break you out of this spell, this curse. He was so different, different from all the others that had wandered towards the same path. You pushed them all away no matter how much you wanted to love them, your mind just couldn’t handle it. 

Why were you so afraid of love?

“(Name)! Guess what?” Stopping you in the halls, you glance at her with a curious smile, “What?” Her eyes crinkled and her smile grew as she leaned close to your ear, “I heard Bakugou has a crush on you!” she cried and your smile faltered. “News is spreading like wildfire! You should totally go for him, give it a chance!” 

Staring at her shocked, your eyes notice a figure approaching and you turn to find Bakugou heading your way. “He’s coming this way! Good luck!” She cried before running off. Your heart began to beat faster and faster with each step he took and you wanted to run away too.

You were scared of this feeling and the anxiety and nervousness was eating you up. You had no problem talking with Bakugou before; when the two of you used to enjoy meat buns together at the convenience store, but now that the feelings were mutual, you couldn’t handle it no matter how much you wanted to.

“(Name),” he called out and you jumped out of nervousness before glancing up at him. You felt so uncomfortable by his presence even though he did nothing wrong. You wanted to run so bad to get away from him. “Did you—fuck! Are you busy after school?” he asked gruffly and you let out a heavy breath before taking a step away from him while turning your body away, “Yeah, sorry. Maybe another day,” you lied as you looked away. 

Bakugou frowned and you quickly continued, trying to get him away from you. “U-um! I think Kirishima is looking for you over there,” You say pointing behind him before quickly walking over towards class. Bakugou watched your retreating form with furrowed brows, did he do something wrong? 

The end of the school day couldn’t come quickly enough. Walking slowly against the chilly winds, you thought back to how you ran away from Bakugou, it made you feel like trash. How could you have treated him like that when you wanted nothing more than to be with him.

Why couldn’t you just fall in love normally like your friends? Why did you have to think so stupidly? 

“(Name)?” You heard Bakugou’s voice from behind you and you froze, anxiety filling you up once more. I need to get away, you thought as you quickly took another step. “Seriously, what the fuck is up with you today?” he asks frustratedly as grabs your hand and pulls you towards him causing you to widen your eyes in horror. 

“Don’t touch me!” You shout as he lets you go shocked. Clutching your top, your breathing unevens as you shake disgusted and frightened. “Stay away from me,” you say quite as you walk away with trembling lips. 

He doesn’t deserve this. You frown at the way you had treated him. He doesn’t deserve this yet, I can’t stand the thought and feeling of him near me. 

The next day didn’t make it any easier for you, you could feel Bakugou’s eyes on you the entire day of school. You also avoided him the whole day at school, which wasn’t easy because why did it seem like he was everywhere? You didn’t understand why these feelings of disgust and fear filled you and you never want to experience them again.

“(Name)!” You heard Bakugou call out to you again, in the same spot as the day you shouted at him. Furrowing your brows, you stop in your tracks and turn to look at him as you watched you frustratedly. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” He apologized with an angry tone that was directed towards himself. He asked with a slight tone of desperation which made your heart shatter. 

“You didn’t do anything Bakugou,” you respond before turning away. “Don’t get upset over this, you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Bakugou scoffed taking a step closer making you freeze. His eyes widen and he stops his movement before gazing over your small form, “Are you scared of me?” He asks quietly and you shake your head. “It’s not that..” 

“Then what is it?” Bakugou raised his voice frustratedly and you squeeze your eyes shut, “It’s me! I can’t stand being around you because of me!” You shout at him with all the courage you could muster. Your back still facing him, you clutch your hands tightly, “I like you but because of what’s wrong with me, you make me so uncomfortable it’s crazy. I just want to stay away from you and I’m scared all the time because of you!” You cry as you squat down to your feet. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong Bakugou, I just can’t stand these feelings. I’m so scared...” you cry as your body shakes from your tears. “It’s all because of these stupid emotions that make it impossible for me to fall in love.” 

He watches your shaking form quietly before he squats by you, far enough that it doesn’t make it uncomfortable. “Why don’t we just try to get you used to me?” Bakugou asked shyly and you glance up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I mean, we gotta figure this out somehow?” 

You arch your brows sadly at him as your lips tremble, “What if it doesn’t work?” Bakugou shrugs, “That’s why we fucking give this a shot.”

“Give what a shot? Us? Or did you mean trying to help me?” Feeling more relaxed, you raise your head up from your knees to stare at Bakugou a few feet in front of you. “I don’t think we can even start if we don’t get your emotions sorted out,” he starts and you frown at his words. “I don’t even know these feelings myself..” you confess.

“Well,” Bakugou starts before standing up and shoving his hands in his baggy uniform pants, “How about we talk it over some meat buns?” Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him with a small smile. “Jeez, your fatass is always excited over food isn’t it?”

“Shut up, food just makes me happy,” you reply sharply and Bakugou chuckles, “I guess we’re going to sell them out of meat buns; if meat buns mean you’ll feel better around me. I guess it’s a start,” he says quietly and you glance at him, a smile forming on your lips, “I guess it is.”

[linkeai]

that’s kinda hot → wang linkai / xiao gui ( nine percent ) → summary: summer school is fun, and at first, neither is the obnoxious boy who gets seated next to you who takes a weird liking to you. → warning(s): swearing, mentions of illness, canadian school terms? idfk → genre: fluff, the teensiest bit of angst → word count: 3,751 → notes: hi i love this and it may or may not be inspired by the boy i temporarily fell in love when i went to summer school :)

so... you suck at math

you knew you sucked at math pretty much your entire life, and you knew you were still going to suck this year when you started your grade 11 math class

but you didn’t think you sucked so bad that you would fail the class entirely

but, alas, thinking was not your strong suit

because your final mark in math 2201 was 32 :)

and you were NOT repeating a year, and you were not taking the god-awful supplementary exam, 

so summer school was pretty much the only option you had left

and your parents may as well have put a gun to your head with the way they said you had BETTER pass this time

bc summer school isn’t exactly cheap!!

so you went off with equal parts terror and determination in your heart

summer school was only a month long, and you’d already sort of done the course already

so you were feeling pretty good about your chances

until you arrived on the first day :)

the place was a janky looking middle school filled with people that divided into two groups;

group a) the ones like you who were already over it and just wanted to get your credits and get the hell out

and group b)… came in shouting at each other and being generally obnoxious and we’re treating it like they’d just arrived at the party

one boy in particular stood out to you.. not because he was probably the most obnoxious one in the bunch, but because he was kind cute even when he was screaming some nonsense

and as if it was your luck.. when you got sorted into your classes and took your seats, he plopped down right beside you

who in the name of god thought it was a good idea to have two seats pushed together in the rows in an actual summer school, you didn’t know

you just knew that when the teacher told you that these were your seats for the remainder of the month, he turned and gave you a grin that made you realize that there was, in fact, a fate better than summer school

and it was death

summer school is extremely fast paced so class started pretty much five minutes after you were seated

so you took out your notebook and your little pencil case and got ready to inject yourself with some mathematical knowledge

when this dude taps on your shoulder

you don’t even say anything you just like at him like don't you fucking dare ask for paper

and so he asks for some paper

and you’re like yeah man for sure! and tear out a few sheets and give it to him

he gives you the BIGGEST, the DUMBEST smile you have ever seen

and you would never in a hundred years admit that it made your heart do several things.

and the paper… the paper was your first mistake.

the teacher started explaining some of the topics of the first unit when he taps his pencil (thank god he at least had a pencil) on your desk

and you just.. fill with dread bc PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE I NEED TO LISTEN OR MY PARENTS WILL LITERALLY RUIN MY LIFE

and you’re like yeah… what….

and he asks what your name is 

and you’re like???? it’s y/n

and he does the smile again and … oof

he tells you his name is linkai and you just awkwardly bob your head and turn toward the front again

and linkai has the GALL to tap on your desk again and maybe you’re being a liiittle hot-tempered but in your head, its like W H AT THE FUCK DO YO U WANT DUDE

and this boy has the audacity to look you in the eyes and say “you’re kinda cute.”

your brain short-circuits at the same time your heart goes into overdrive

and you can’t really do much else but stare at him for a long minute and just as you’re about to answer him, you hear a loud yell from the front of the classroom.

“you two! is this gonna be a problem? seriously?”

“no ma’am!” the two of you say in perfect unison

and class carries on

the classes last about four-ish hours every day

and for the ENTIRE first day

linkai is doing sometHING to test your sanity

when he’s not humming, he’s drumming a beat on the desk,

when he’s not trying to make conversation with you, he’s whispering little side comments about the lesson 

and you’re too afraid to tell him to stfu because he’s still really hot and you’re a little intimidated

and this goes on for the next three days of the first week until you snap

he turns to you and he’s like, “y/n, your hair looks really good today.”

and you slowly turn, look him dead in the face and say very slowly; “if you don’t shut the fuck up, i’m going to beat you to death with this calculator”

the next few seconds pass like several eternities, where you revel in the thinly veiled shock and terror in his eyes

until a cheeky grin slowly spreads across his face, and he says, shamelessly;

“that’s kinda hot.”

and at that moment, you turn back to the board and take a long, agonizing moment to grieve over both your two precious math credits as well as your life which your parents will inevitably soon take from you

things get so much weirder after that

you think he goes from talking to you to entertain himself to actually liking you after your feisty little outburst

and you quickly learn that when linkai likes someone he’s … extremely odd

but?? kind of adorable?

the weirdest thing he does is he starts bringing you ‘gifts’

and it's so creepy but so ridiculously endearing when he pulls a bouquet of crumpled dandelions out of his bag and hands them to you

theres a few ants crawling on them and they’re ruined from being in his backpack

he hasn't even put anything on them to hold them together

and you’re not really sure if you want to thank him or not but you do anyway because like.. c’mon man

and he’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes

so you say “thanks, linkai. these are uh.. nice.”

theyre really not but when his eyes kinda light up a little and he turns away with red ears and hides his smile in his hoodie you’re like.. these are the most beautiful flowers i have ever seen in my entire life

and that, my friend, was your second mistake

he brings you a new gift every day

one time it was half of a cookie from the gas station mcdonalds down the road

once it was an actual fucking newt like a little lizard that he found somewhere and you literally begged him to keep it for himself

another time it was an eraser shaped like a cupcake that was very clearly used

but you kept every single present he gave you

except for the lizard because what the genuine fuck dude

he also comes up with new nicknames for you every day

and they’re even cringer than they were the day before every time without fail

he strolls into the room, plops down beside you and hands you your daily present with a “good morning, ___”

the blanks thus far include, honey, darling, sweetiepie, cupcake, pumpkin, gumdrop, cutie patootie, my cinnamon apple, munchkin

and you don't know why you look forward to seeing what he comes up with next

and even the very worst of the presents and the nicknames make your heart flutter

and you realize you are slowly becoming whipped for this weird kid

and that this is very bad because you’re literally desperate to pass this class and its hard when you spend all your time waiting for his next comment or thinking about him being next to you

but like a dummy, you don't ask to be moved and you don’t even ask him to shut up

well you do, you regularly tell him to shut up but this man takes insults like compliments and it seems to feed into this idea that you like him

which you do but that's none of his damn business

and about halfway through that short month of school, you realize you’re not going to be ready for the exam

you start losing sleep over it because this is really not good

and you also realize that this isn’t linkai’s fault, really, you can’t push the blame onto him because you didnt want to ask to be moved away from the cute boy

and that makes you feel even worse

so you come into school one day looking about as miserable as you feel

you actually get there after linkai for the first time because you were in the bathroom trying to make yourself look more alive

but it doesn't work because the second you walk in and linkai (who was previously looking a bit like a lost puppy) says “hi sugarpl- damn, you look rough.”

you give him a half-assed glare and slump into the seat beside him, not even having the energy to be sarcastic.

“wait, y/n, are you okay?”

the concern in his voice makes your stomach turn a little but you just kinda look at him and you’re like.

“i’m gonna fail. again.”

and he's surprised you actually answered him so he kinda stalls for a second

and then he's like “i can help you? if you want?”

and you almost want to laugh bc you have not seen the kid take a single note since you got here

but he's like “lets go sit at one of those tables outside after this and i’ll help you with what you don’t know.”

and you’re like yeah sure i guess bc i mean.. he's cute what are you gonna do? say no?

and then he gets his bag and pulls out a pack of colorful scrunchies and hands them to you

and you instinctively tear up bc they look super new so he definitely like.. went to a store.. saw these.. thought he should get them for you..took them off the shelf.. bought them with his own money.. and now they’re here

and by the will of god you don’t start weeping in front of him

and you feel weird walking with him outside as he greets all his loud friends and is like nah i cant go with you guys today i gotta do something

you two sit down outside and you whip out your book and he’s like so what is it? what are you having trouble with?

and, in shame, you admit that you really don’t know shit all

and he just kinda laughs and he’s like aight let's do this

and let me JUST SAY

YOU. ARE. FLOORED.

he starts explaining the first concept to you and everything he says is making? perfect sense?

he explains things very clearly and intelligently and you immediately understand what you have to do 

he has his own way of solving problems that is faster and more efficient and literally whips through every equation.

when he finishes explaining, you just stop and stare at him in awe for a second and he's like “sorry, did that make sense?”

and in your head you’re like nothing has ever made sense more than what you just did right now

but outwardly you’re like yeah thanks so much

and he continues to explain things to you and by the time a few hours have passed and its getting late and kinda chilly, you already understand half the things you were lost on

you tell him you should get home now and he’s like, oh, yeah, sure, okay.

and you really have to ask him how he ended up in summer school? because he’s obviously extremely intelligent with how easily he understands all the concepts

and he gets a little shy

and he tells you that during the year, he had to work a lot during the school days because his mom is sick and off work so they’re not making a lot of money

and that she had a doctors appointment on the day of the final and there was no one else to take her and it was all really last minute so he missed it

and so he ended up failing math and had to go to summer school

he waits with you until your bus comes and sends you off

and you’re just like.. sitting there.. thinking

and you start to feel like the biggest piece of shit for multiple reasons

first, because you had made so many wrong assumptions about linkai

he wasn’t just some obnoxious imbecile. he was hard-working and obviously had a really big heart

he was loud, yeah but that was just his personality

and you had gone and assumed he was dumb when he was pretty much a genius

but worst of all, you realized that he actually genuinely liked you

all the little pet names, the gifts, the constant talking to you in class was because he just… liked you. it was his own little eccentric way of showing it

and you had treated him like he was some big joke. a nuisance, even.

you didn’t sleep very well that night, either.

the next day he brought you a donut and called you donut.

and you almost cried again 

he was also wearing a different red sweater he’d never worn before and his hair was kind of different and he looked so good

and so you smiled at him and said, “morning, handsome.”

and there was nothing sweeter than the way his face turned as red as his hoodie.

he helped you that day after class too,

and the next, and the next

and you exchanged numbers so you could ‘ask him questions while you were home’

but you two would start texting and having all kinds of conversations

from the most crackheadassery shit to some really deep stuff

you never knew that you could fall so hard for someones voice, the way he talks on the phone when he’s calm and tired, his voice husky and quiet

but shit, you were whipped like whip cream

there was this one time he texted you at 6 am

and it said something like “i just got home from work and i saw a cat in my mailbox blah blah”

and you were like.. pause. just got home from work?

and from there you realized that because summer school was mandatory he was going to work at night to make up for the day shifts he had to miss

and probably getting 2-3 hours of sleep if he was getting any and all

and that was kind of the deal breaker

and you realized that, in such a short span of time,

you had completely fallen in love with wang linkai

and you were determined to do something, anything you could to just.. make things better for him?

you just wanted to be his person

the two of you continued staying after school and studying for an hour or two and then texting throughout the rest of the day, right up until the final exam

the two of you had studied vigorously together, both in person and over facetime.

and the night before the exam comes and you get a text

and all it says is “y/n, something bad happened.”

your heart immediately sinks to the floor and you abandon the petty ‘wait two-three minutes before answering’ rule and just call him

he picks up and doesn’t even say hello and you’re so frightened to see such a bright creature so… burned out

he explains to you that his mom finally got an appointment with this really important specialist after months of waiting

and that it was supposed to be next week, but it got moved to tomorrow

and it’s on the other side of the city

and he’ll miss his exam

it really hurts to hear the shake in his voice, and how hopeless he sounds

and you ask him everything like are you sure theres no one else that can drive her but you? are you sure you cant have the appointment moved back?

and its all a pretty resounding no.

and so you think and think and you’re like; you know what? i have an idea.

and you run into your moms room and explain the situation to her and BEG her to do this for you and take linkai’s mom to her appointment for him

and she asks to speak to linkai for a second and you’re just twiddling your thumbs

and he kinda makes her smile and laugh a little and your heart could just BURST

and she agrees to drive her after getting his address and his moms name and the place of the appointment etc

and when she hands the phone back to you, you go back to your room and when you put the phone to your ear, you hear linkai sniffling on the other end

and you’re like “kai?? are you crying?”

and he’s like “no… fuck maybe a little bit.”

and you’re like ?? why, what else is wrong?

and he’s like “nothing.. nothing is wrong, it’s just.” and he takes a big breath. “thank you so much.”

and you kinda tear up a little bit too and you’re like.. “of course.. you don’t have to thank me.”

and he just takes a biig breath and calms down and then he starts talking in a really soft voice.

“y/n.. you know i like, really like you, right? i know you think im just bored or playing some game, but im not. i knew you were special, and im..” he kind of laughs at himself. “fuck, im really falling for you.”

and now you are crying too

and you tell him you’re so sorry and that you wish you would have just. been better from the beginning

and you tell him that you feel the same way and the both of you are just giggling and he tells you thank you a million times and that he cant wait to see you tomorrow

so the exam comes

the two of you take it and you’re kind of lost on what to do with yourselves other than studying lol

but you both feel really good about the outcome

and there's something really special about the two of you sitting outside waiting for both of your moms to come and get you

and when they do, you get in the car and your moms are like best fuckin friends already

and you’re all laughing as the four of you go to eat lunch together and linkai’s mom tells him that the specialist set up a plan for her and it looks like things are going to get better really soon.

and theres a happy kind of pain in your chest when you look over at him and see that he’s getting teary eyed

and you know exactly what he’s feeling - its that feeling like fuck, things are so good right now, everything is perfect, please don’t take it away

and so you’re a little scared but more excited when you reach over and hold his hand.

and he looks at you and you smile at him. you don’t have to say a word for him to know exactly what you’re thinking

‘i’m here. things will be okay. things will get better. let me carry this weight with you.’

and he squeezes your hand so tight it hurts

but you dont mind

a few days later, the two of you return to get your final examination results

and you’re both shaking and bickering bc you’re like “why are you nervous when you know you passed”

and the two of you take the envelopes and go stand outside by the same table you sat at everyday.

you open your cards at the same time and look at the results and you scream while linkai lets out a big huff of relief

yours reads ’84’ and his says says ’93’

your card flutters to the ground as you jump forward into his arms

and he’s laughing and holding you so so tight, swinging you around and he’s still kind of shaking but in a good way.

and you pull away from the hug and just look at him, and he’s got that look in his eyes again

the look that says he’s so happy and he’s afraid he’s going to lose it

and before you can think twice, you grab his face and kiss the thought right out of his head

and he smiles into the kiss, grabbing you the second you pull away and bringing you back for more

you two pull away and just look at each other like.. who knew?

and he kisses you again on the lips, then kisses all over your entire face

and the horn honks a few feet away from where your mother is waiting for you with a small smile on her face.

and you kiss him one last time before you walk back to the car with your hands tightly intertwined

and you are so fucking glad you suck at math

[castawaybarnes]

cold bloody nights [frank castle]

summary: frank comes home and you’re gone.

a/n: i’d like to make a public announcement: frank castle owns my ass. also there’s blood and violence in this, but i mean it’s frank how can there be no blood or violence???? or maybe it’s just me and i’m a sociopath bc i love this shit i’m not sure yet.

Walking into your apartment at 4AM Frank tried to keep as quiet as possible. Much to his dismay the door squeaked as he opened it, he cringing at the sound. Frank soon went to catch the door and close it softly, but when he looked over at the bedroom to see if he woke you, you weren’t there. All of his senses were immediately on high alert, but he told himself not to panic, maybe you went to the bathroom. But when he saw the broken glass on the floor his blood began to boil. Frank was out the door in seconds, not caring if the sound of it smashing closed woke the entire building.

Frank always insisted that you stayed home after dark. No, scratch that, he ordered it. He knew what was out on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, he made it his job to make them safer. It definitely wasn’t the environment for you, not because you were weak, but because he couldn’t forgive himself if something happened.

He was perfectly fine with you going out as long as he accompanied you, but calling at 2AM because you were out of coffee seemed a little extreme. So, you made the assumption that the shop just around the corner, that was open 24/7, wasn’t too far away to make a quick run. You’d be back home before Frank anyway.

Grabbing a black hoodie to look as unnoticeable as possible you left your apartment. The cold air outside instantly making you regret this decision, but you started walking regardless. Thankfully the shop wasn’t too far away and you reached it in just a couple of minutes. Taking off your hood you smiled sweetly at the elderly lady working the counter and quickly gathered all you needed.

“Black coffee at 2AM? Must be a tough night sweetie.” The woman laughed warmly.

“Just need a little help staying awake.” You smiled handing her the money.

“If it for a boy, he ain’t worth it. Trust me, I’ve had enough experience.”

“I’ll take my chances. Have a nice night ma’am.” You flashed the lady one more smile before leaving her store and quickly put your hood back on.

Walking down the street, you suddenly felt uneasiness in the pit of your stomach. You looked around you as your pace slowed and saw a man behind you as well as a few on the other side of the street, walking at the same speed. Now, you weren’t an idiot, you knew when you’re being followed, but these guys were giving it away too easily.

Taking a sharp turn, you decided to take the longer route home if it meant getting there alive. As soon as you left their vision you took off running to get as much of a lead as you possibly could. You reached your apartment building, looking around to make sure they didn’t follow you here you walked in. Running up the stairs you shut the door behind you and took a beep breath, trying to relax, but you jumped at the sudden sound of a dog barking.

“Jesus Max! Scared the shit outta me!” You cursed at the little creature, but you knew he meant no harm as he tailed you to the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah. Of course I didn’t forget about you.” You smiled at Max and gave him the treats you bought back at the store, it was only fair to get him something if you’re getting a treat, right?

You went about making your coffee, stirring it lightly, when Max started to bark again.

“Come on pal, you’ve had enough for tonight.” But he didn’t stop. In fact his barking didn’t sound like before, it was aggressive. That’s when you heard the door handle jiggle. You reached for the gun Frank kept in a small box right on top of the fridge, but you were too slow. You felt a sharp pain on your lower head and that’s when everything went black.

Waking up to a throbbing headache, your body felt numb. The aching pain made you keep your eyes closed and that’s when you felt the tight rope burning into the skin of your wrists. Hissing at the pain as you moved your hands slightly you reminded yourself to keep quiet, not wanting to alert your attacker that you were awake. Finally, you opened your eyes looking around and luckily you were alone in the room. The cell, rather.

You leaned your head back against the chair you were seated in, you looked up at the dull light hanging on the ceiling. Man, was this really how you die? What are they going to put on the report? Cause of death: coffee? You knew it was a stupid idea, but none of your dumb ideas bit you in the ass as much as this one did. On top of everything, Frank will be furious. If you live to see that of course. You heard voices outside the room and you lowered your head again, in case anyone came in. That’s when you tried to listen harder to what they were saying. Suddenly, this made sense. You could hear Irish accents. Unfortunately, you couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

“Something funny, sweetheart?” One of the three men that walked in asked. All confused at your sudden outburst, but you kept your head low as you continued to chuckle, until one of them walked up to you and pulled your head back up by pulling your hair. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or if you were loosing your mind, but you didn’t feel scared.

“I mean, I knew y’all are not the smartest, you’re criminals after all,” you started, “but come on! Who thought this was a good idea, was it you baldy?” You asked, looking past the man holding your head up at one of his partners.

“If I were you I’d watch my mouth lady.” The man warned you.

“I’m not the one with a death wish here.” You retorted.

“Is that so?” He smirked at you, taking out a pocket knife and bringing it up to your cheek. You didn’t budge. In fact, you leaned into the knife, it’s sharp edges slitting the surface of your skin just enough to draw a little blood.

“Go on. Is this the best you can do?” That’s when he forcefully pushed the knife against your cheek to deepen the cut.

“You’re just as deranged as him, aren’t you?” You ignored his words.

“Come on! Do the worst you can, you’re all dead anyway!” You raised your voice.

“Where is he?” Another man walked up closer as the one with a knife backed away.

“I ain’t telling you shit.” You spat back. Furious with you the man took out his gun, barrel resting on your forehead, the cold metal suddenly bringing you back to reality. This could be it, but you didn’t want to show fear, although your thighs were beginning to tremble. “Go on shoot. But if- when he gets here, you gonna wish you were dead.” You heard a clicking sound indicating that the safety of the gun was off, but someone behind didn’t give him permission to shoot, they needed you to get to Frank. Instead, he flipped the gun and hit you with the handle of it. The pain was excruciating and you screamed at contact. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you in closer.

“You wanna act tough sweetheart, huh? Let’s see how tough you are.”

You don’t remember much, but you didn’t need to. The numbness and pain all over your body was enough of a reminder of the torture you were put through. Head hanging low, you were still tied to the chair. You could barely open your eyes, but the only things you could tell were the color red and the taste of blood in your mouth. Having just woken up, your head was spinning a little from your injuries and there was a loud ringing in your ears. But when it started to wear off you became more aware of the gunshots being fired around you. You tried to raise your head to see what was happening but you were too weak and your vision was blurry. All you could make out were the dead bodies on the floor and black combat boots walking your way before you passed out once again.

This time, however, the second you woke up you knew you were safe. The first thing to fill your lungs was the smell of black coffee and you knew you were home. Frank found you and thank god, because you didn’t know how much more you could’ve taken. Your entire body was aching and you could barely keep your eyes open. You felt pressure on your lower abdomen followed by a burning sensation and you groaned in pain. Looking down you saw Frank stitching up your wound.

“How’s this for a change?” You tried to lift the mood, but your voice was hoarse and silent. You were weak, Frank didn’t even look up at you, he just kept his focus on the wound and you sighed, but even that hurt so you whined in pain. The sound sent shivers down Frank’s spine, but more importantly it fueled him with anger. Of course he blamed himself for this, not only is he the reason the Irish came for you, he wasn’t there to protect the only person he cared about. Yet still, he was pissed.

“Rest.” His voice was deep and it sounded like a demand, he wasn’t in the mood for your sarcasm.

“Not much else I can do, boss.” You rolled your eyes and let out another silent cry as he cleaned your injuries with alcohol. “I’m sorry.” It came out like a whisper, you could barely hear it yourself, but Frank did.

“This ain’t your fault, baby. Please get some rest, kills me to see you like this.” He finally looked at you and it brought a tear to your eyes that wasn’t from pain. His eyes were filled with so much worry and suddenly you were questioning what you did to deserve someone who cares this much.

“It is, though.,,” You trailed off. “You told me not to leave at night.”

“You did what?!”

“Frank I-”

“What the hell were you thinking, Y/N! I asked you to do one thing!” His voice was getting louder and you immediately regret telling him. You had to though, can’t have him blaming himself all the time.

“Well maybe you should’ve been here with me! For at least one night, Frank! I hate going to sleep alone! I hate not having you by my side and if you want me to feel safe, that’s the only way I do!” You tried to copy the volume of his voice, but it just made you cough in pain.

Frank immediately shot up and helped you turn on the side so you could spit out the blood coming up your throat. Suddenly he felt bad for raising his voice, because you were right, if he was there with you, you wouldn’t be covered in blood and bruises right now. Frank held your shoulders as you shook slightly.

Quickly cleaning you up and changing you into a loose shirt he carried you bridal style to the bed and laid you down as if you could break any second. You thanked him silently and he planted a kiss on your forehead before climbing in the bed with you. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to injure you, but he never looked away from your face. The sun was rising already and the soft sunlight danced on your skin and Frank just didn’t have it in him to look away from such a sight.

“Stop staring and hold me, Castle.” He couldn’t help but smile at you words. The man had issues, everyone knew this, but he liked hearing that you still want him around, sometimes he needed a verbal reassurance. His strong arms snaked around your waist and you pulled yourself up to his chest as much as you could with your injuries, still whining a little, waiting for the pain killers to kick in.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby.” He spoke softly as he held you a little closer. “I’m so sorry about this.” Frank’s voice was cracking and it wasn’t something you heard everyday. The sound sent daggers through your heart and you felt a little guilty because it was you that was making him feel this way. He felt like he had lost you and he was broken.

You scooted back a little, just enough to see his face and brought your hands up to cup his face. You smiled weakly at him, thumbs tracing his rough skin. You leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lips, to remind him that he didn’t lose you, in fact, he saved you.

“I’m here, Frank. I’m still here because of you. You don’t need to be sorry.” You back nuzzled into his chest. “And they would have to try harder to take me away from you.”

You smiled into his chest knowing that there wasn’t going to be another try, because the man by your side took care of it. Frank made sure of it. Every single person in that building got what they deserved and you drifted away into peaceful slumber knowing that you will be safe in Frank’s arms.