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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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An Impostor In Love

Sequel to ‘Love For The Faceless’ (’Body Reveal’)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Rae can’t stay mad at her best friends forever. Them being absolutely adorable doesn’t help her ‘pissed off’ act either. Y/N’s outing Corpse like she’s a human lie detector. Corpse is gushing about her every second word that comes out of his mouth. And the rest of the lobby are getting one hell of a kick out of the Among Us romantic comedy - An Impostor In Love

Requested but, once again, not in a typical way. I honestly wasn’t expecting all the positive feedback I got for Love For The Faceless (Body Reveal). I was star-struck! You guys are so amazing I have no words to describe just how much I love you all! Thank you for everything! This story is for all of you 🥰🥰🥰

“Mr. and Mrs. ‘Totally not dating’ have entered the call!“ Sean announces when I hop into the Discord call to play Among Us with the usual gang. I hear Corpse’s laugh from down the hall, bringing a smile to my face.

We’ve gotten used to playing in this arrangement, a few rooms away from each other, ever since we moved in together - Corpse is in his recording room and I am in our shared bedroom. When one dies, they go in the other’s room to troll them. I’m usually the one dead, but that’s besides the point.

“Hi everyone!“ I say in my typical cheery tone before kicking it done a few notches, making it an octave deeper just to say: “Hi Rae.”

The whole lobby laughs, they all know what I’m trying to do here. Everyone’s aware this is the first time Rae is in the same call and lobby as Corpse and I after you-know-which incident. Sure, I’ve been poking sticks at her, waving a white flag and admitting I was wrong several times by now. Who knew my sweetheart best friend could act so cold? I know it’s a front. I know she’s fighting to stay mad. There’s a ton of pressure on her to finally forgive us, but she’s been holding up better than I would be if I were in her situation.

I honestly felt, and still feel, slightly guilty. I know best friends are supposed to tell each other everything. They are supposed to be the first ones to know whatever’s going on in each other’s lives. And I know I broke one of the main rules of friendships, but the decision wasn’t only mine to make. I’m sure she understands where I’m coming from, she’s just giving me and Corpse a hard time.

“Hello, Y/N.” She replies, her tone strictly formal.

“Progress, people! Progress!“ I say joyously, the smile turning into a grin

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get her eventually.“ Corpse reassures me as he’s done for the past week or two. He knew I wasn’t as unbothered by Rae’s anger towards me as I tried to appear - a pro and simultaneously a con of living with someone: they pick up on everything about you. You become as familiar to them as the back of their hand.

“I know, I know.“ I giggle, “She’ll cave.“

“Yeah, good luck with that.“ Rae has dropped the formal tone, now sounding like a stubborn child which is something I’m way more familiar with. I’ve dealt with her tantrums and childish outbursts - I don’t know which number it is, but it’s somewhere in the rule book of friendships - and I at least the approximate meaning behind it.

Ken puts an end to our friendly, stick-poking, sorta one-sided banter, ushering us to start the game. We all oblige, muting our mics and getting our heads in the game as though we’re about to enter an actual warzone with upmost stealth.

To my dismay, the screen flashes ‘Crewmate’. I head out of cafeteria to do my task in Weapons, staying weary of anyone within my proximity. Once I’m done, I head on down to Shields and complete my task there as well. I cringe when I’m done, knowing my last three tasks are in Electrical. Like, the fuck kind of luck do I have?

I make my way through the halls, running into Sykkuno and we circle around each other a few times to show we’re safe before we each continue our own way. I enter Electrical and.....oh Felix is dead. And oh lookie who’s right there...

I report the body before the impostor can and we all unmute our mics.

“Found him in Electrical.“ I say nonchalantly, “Didn’t see anyone in there though.“

“Anyone sus?“ Sean asks

We say our ‘no’s and ‘I don’t know’s and skip the vote. I’m smirking to myself as I head back down to Electrical. Walking in, I see the same person as before - Rae. I stop dead in my tracks and we just stare at each other for a few seconds before she comes towards me, circling me twice, bumping visors with me and venting out of the room.

“You’re welcome.“ I mumble, smiling widely.

I finish my tasks and leave Electrical just as Corpse enters our bedroom, giving me this tired-parent look like he’s half disappointed and half amused. “You just threw the game, didn’t you? Don’t lie.” He raises his eyebrows, fully adopting his parent role.

I giggle, shaking my head, sending him the briefest of glances before my eyes fixate on the screen in utter shock - Sean just killed me. Oh, for fuck’s sake...

“I was gonna come clean eventually, but I guess they won’t hear it from me now.“ I shrug, lifting my laptop and setting it aside so Corpse can join me on the bed. I snuggle up to him immediately, drawn to him as though he’s a human magnet.

“Who was it?“ He asks me, running his hands through my hair in a soothing manner.

I frown, pulling away from his chest to look him in the eyes, “Wait, how did you know I threw the game if you don’t know who I threw it for?”

He smirks, shrugging, “I didn’t know. You were smiling downright evilly when I came in so I just assumed.” He boops my nose. “And you ratted yourself out.”

I narrow my eyes at him, blowing some air out my nose - a gesture that has become my only way of showing anger towards him. I literally can’t even voice when I’m upset with him cause the grudge lasts like .5 seconds. I let him get away with more than he should.

Seeing as how I can’t argue to his statement, I lean back into his chest and pull out my phone to pass the time while I pretend to give him the silent treatment. Among my notifications is one for Rae’s stream. I smile and tap it, being taken to her YouTube channel and her live stream.

Just when the stream loads, Rae finds my dead body in Storage.

“Oh, nooooooo! Y/N!“ She wines as she goes over to it, “Sean must’ve killed her.” She reports the body and unmutes herself in game, “The body’s in Storage. I was on my way to call an emergency meeting cause I saw Sean vent in Security.”

“WHAT?!“ Sean exclaims in shock, “I didn’t! Rae’s lying. I swear I didn’t! I wasn’t even in Security!“

“Sean has been following me around this whole time. Just saying.“ Ken joins the discussion, throwing even more suspicion on Sean.

“We gotta vote someone.“ Charlie says, “Might as well be the most sus person at the moment.“

The voting results show all the little astronaut icons on Sean except his which is on Rae. Sean gets launched into space and the game continues. Having muted her mic in-game, Rae speaks up: “Y/N has been avenged. No one kills my best friend.”

I’m staring at my phone screen, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, a huge smile on my face. I take a glance at Corpse out of the corner of my eye and see he’s just as pleasantly surprised as I am.

“For those of you asking if I’m still mad at her and Corpse, the answer’s no. Actually, I think I was never mad. I was just in shock and a little hurt that I wasn’t made aware sooner.“ Rae says as she keeps wandering around the map, “Then I realized not talking to my best friend hurt more than the betrayal, you know. The only reason I still pretend is because it’s really funny to see her trying to soften me up.“ She laughs, “But yeah. I don’t know what I’d do without her or Corpse in my life. I love them both and love them even more together. My best friends are dating, I still can’t wrap my brain around that! They are sooo cute, you guys! I wish they posted more content of them together. I’m literally simping over their relationship! But shh, don’t tell em I said that.”

I laugh, overjoyed by what I just heard. I knew she couldn’t still be mad at us. I know she has every right to be, but she’s too sweet to actually hold a grudge against anyone ever.

I suddenly want nothing more than to give her an enormous hug and hold onto her for as long as she’d let me. I just now realize how lonely it feels to have never hugged your best friend because you haven’t hung out together in person. The only reason Rae now knows what I look like is because I sent her a full body picture of myself as one of my sad attempts to get her to start talking to us again. We have never met in person, and that thought kills me. It makes me impatient for this pandemic to end even more than before.

“Told you there was nothing to worry about.“ Corpse’s arms tighten their hold on my body, pulling me even closer which I didn’t know was possible. The most fulfilling and endearing feeling - being in the arms of a loved one. Being held so close and so tightly that you feel like you’re untouchable. Like you two can’t be hurt by anything in the world as long as you have each other.

“Yeah, you were right.“ I sigh in content, putting my phone down and covering his hands with mine, our rings clinking quietly when they touch.

“As usual...“ he whispers theatrically with his lips against my hair.

I playfully roll my eyes, catching glimpse of the screen showing Rae’s demise.

“Oh no, they caught her.“ I say, a bit disappointed she didn’t win and more than a bit responsible for her defeat.

I somehow manage to convince myself to get untangled from Corpse’s embrace and join the new round. I hear him groan as I settle my computer in my lap, unmuting my mic.

“See ya, kitten.“ Corpse kisses my temple, standing up.

“Oh my God, you two are too cute.“ Poki says sweetly, having heard what Corpse said to me.

“SIMP!“ Sean and Felix shout in unison causing the whole lobby to laugh. Corpse is as red as Rae’s avatar as he exists our room, running down the hallway.

“Ok, ok, ok. Hold on. I have to address this. I really hadn’t stepped foot in Security, let alone vented in there. Rae why were you lying?“ Sean’s voice cuts through the teasing directed towards Corpse and I.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Felix speaks up as well, making me break out in a nervous sweat, “Y/N, you literally saw Rae kill me, but you said you didn’t see anyone.“ He laughs, “Not gonna lie, I was a bit pissed.“

The call falls silent for about five seconds until Rae and I speak simultaneously.

“I was avenging Y/N.“

“I was helping Rae.“

Silence follows our statements, not for long though, as our friends break out in amused laughter.

“Fuck’s sake, you two make a good team.“ Sean says through genuine laughter which Rae and I soon join him in.

Felix and Sean and the rest of the lobby forgive us for throwing the game from both the crewmate and impostor’s side and we move onto another round. This time I have only one task in Electrical which I leave for last as always. I don’t feel like dying right from the get-go. I start by doing the card swipe in Admin and then the fuel task in Storage. As I make my way to Upper Engine, Corpse leaves Electrical, falling in step with me. I immediately get nervous, but still make my way to where I’m supposed to go, hoping he’d go his own way eventually.

I stay wary of my boyfriend as I do my task, praying he won’t take my head off. When the task is finished, I find I’m trapped in the room with the doors shut. And Corpse right there. With every right and opportunity to kill me and vent. No one would know. No one saw us.

That nervous sweat is back.

I’m counting my last seconds of being alive.

And it happens...

A body is reported

“Oh than you so so so much! Corpse was gonna kill me in Upper Engine!“ I don’t let the person who reported the body speak, thanking them for my survival. “I was sure I was a goner.“

“Babe, come on now. You know I wouldn’t kill you even if I was an impostor. I love you too much.“ Corpse hurries to defend himself, “I’m following you around to keep you safe.“

I can tell he’s capping, but I have no concrete proof. He knows I’m onto him. His best bet is having me killed by the other impostor. He might have been capping the majority of his defense, but I know he won’t kill me.

“I’ll vote for myself because of that one.“ I mumble

The vote is skipped except the one vote I placed on myself and the round continues. I follow Corpse around the whole time, making sure he’s completing tasks - not that I can be 100% certain he’s actually completing them.

All is well until we walk into Admin and find Felix there, uploading data. Corpse, dead-ass, goes up to him and kills him, reporting the body right afterwards.

“IT’S CORPSE!“ I don’t give him a chance to start his brainwashing of the rest of the players. “Felix, this is my redemption for leaving your death unavenged last round.“

“Yeah, it’s me.“ Corpse laughs, that adorable laugh of his melting me despite the need to stay strong and carry out my argument, “Just vote me out so I can go troll Y/N.“

“Sounds like a plan to me.“ Ken says, the remainder of the crewmates, and the impostor probably, agreeing with him.

The votes are put in, all on Corpse obviously, and he is sent off into space. Not even five seconds later I hear his footsteps approaching.

I look up when he pops his head in the room and says, “I have come to annoy you to death with my love for you.”

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. The things this man does to me are insane. It’s insane that I let him.

It’s amazing, really. We’re amazing.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I pat the spot on the bed next to me, “I’ll allow it. But only cause I love you too.”

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softlyjiminie · 4 years ago

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cherry glosses n car washes | j.j.k

⇢ pairing(s): goth!jeon jungkook x sorority sister!reader.

⇢ word count: 7K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: pwp, smut, fluff, college!au, sorority!au.

⇢ summary: in the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing jeon jungkook. but then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. in all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

⇢ warning(s): please read! brief fight scene, heavy smut, pwp, switch!jungkook, switch!reader, oral sex (male receiving.), oral fixation, fingering, handjobs, heavy!exhibitionism, dirty talk, overstimulation, male masturbation, cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex - please wear protection!

⇢ author’s note(s): hello my loves! happy august! i hope you all are having a beautiful summer! the time has finally arrived for this cheeky fic, read with caution! extreeeme jk spice up ahead. ( thank you to @bangtan-headquarters for allowing me to participate in their Bangtan Boardwalk Collab Event! )

everyone knows who YN LN is. some know you as a daughter, a friend but to everyone at alpha delta pi, you were sister. you were a kind to all, taking care of your peers in your sorority, whether that be during times of hardship or just needing a simple friend to pull through. no person went untouched by your bright light, no person went without your cheery smiles and soft spoken voice, through cherry glossed lips and under peach blush. you made friends everywhere you went, entrancing them with sparkling eyes and a soft cherry blossom scent— and although you denied it, you were everything everyone wanted to be; smart, pretty, popular— you were living the dream.

but then there was your dream...jeon jungkook.

with dark ink tattoos of guns and roses spiralling down his arms and intertwining with his finger tips, long, thick hair and more piercings than you could count, jeon jungkook was the epitome of college bad boy. your boyfriend was the complete opposite of yourself, trading out any colour for black sweatshirts and heavy combat boots, grazed knuckles and a pierced lip that contrasted with the bubblegum pink shirts you wore every wednesday because your sorority was obsessed with early 2000s movies and yelling ‘you can’t sit with us!’ to jocks across the quad.

jungkook liked rock music, his motorbike named missy, painting his nails black and writing songs with his little band ( the weeping kittens, which you always found absolutely morbid but loved anyways ) whilst you liked collecting sparkly lipgloss and pretty stationary kits and those sanrio stickers that you liked to put on jungkook’s phone case sometimes. it was a wonder to anyone on campus how you got together, and to say they were intrigued was an understatement.

but you loved him for who he was, even with all of his odd little tendencies; like wearing black in the summer and scrunching his nose up when he laughed too hard, or how he used your hair clips to hold his hair back when he was concentrating. you liked that he quiet in class but loud and giggly with you, soft and sensitive, snarky and sweet. jungkook wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met, not like jung hoseok from your brother frat— who all your friends thought you’d end up with. of course, you’d flirted with the jock once or twice at parties but he hadn’t stolen your heart that night in sophomore year when jungkook stole your kisses in the back of his yoongi hyung’s van.

and although your friends still try to set you two up, jung hoseok will never be your jeon jungkook— there just isn’t anyone else like him.

that’s why you wear his oversized black AC/DC shirt that differs very much from the pink interior of your room, decorated by your roommate in the sorority house on campus. you didn’t have the heart to tell aerum that the feathers above your bed made you sneeze in your sleep, or that her choice of wallpaper sometimes made you woozy and that you’d much rather a less...bedazzled look; so you let her decorate as she pleases, with only a few hums in of agreement when she changes the settings on the LED lights every week. it’s only now that you realise how blistering this summer is, so you have the air con turned up to the max— goosebumps rising on your bare legs as you chat to your boyfriend of a year over facetime about you’re upcoming philanthropy project.

‘a bikini car wash, huh? like in those teen romcom movies you make me watch?”

your boyfriend mumbles absentmindedly—jungkook has his phone propped up against something, giving you a full view of his perfectly toned body as he strums away at his guitar— he claims he’s writing you another song, the lyrics purely focused on your pink skirts and cherry vanilla chapstick, but your concentration slips as you watch his inked fingers tug at his guitar strings...thinking about the way they’d curl around your throat or slip into the warmth of your mouth and press down against your pink tongue.

your lover glances up from playing for just a brief moment, the corner of his red lips twitching up into a brilliant smile when he catches you looking. ‘dollface, you’re staring.’ he whispers smugly, quirking his pierced brow at you and you struggle to hide the warm blush that blooms across the apples of your cheeks and neck.

“no i’m not.”

‘don’t be a brat, you know you are.’

you whine at his scolding tone, rolling over on your disney printed bed sheets because after all, you’re still a little girl... or his little girl as jungkook would put it. he makes a low noise in his throat, finally putting down his god forsaken instrument so he can pay attention to you, before sitting back in his seat expectantly. “are you sure you don’t wanna come? we’re raising money for a good cause!” you try again, jutting out your bottom lip in full pouty mode as you bat your eyelashes up at him. you’d been trying to convince jungkook to come to your philanthropy event for at least a week— the aforementioned car wash that was happening tomorrow— but whenever you brought it up, his gaze would drop and he’d fall quiet. “we’re donating all the proceeds to food shelters...”

‘i don’t know, YN...’

“i even got a new bikini, i wanna show it off for you!”

‘angel...’ your boyfriend sighs, running a hand through his midnight locks with the lightest hints of frustration. you deflate immediately, dropping the topic in favour for not pushing him any further. you don’t mean to upset him, you just really want him there so you can show him off and gush about how much you love him— the thought itself has your pout deepening before you know it. ‘come on now dollface don’t make that face, you know i can’t help myself when you make that face...’

this much is true, you know that no matter what you’re doing, if you make that face— jungkook’s a goner. “meh...” your voice is quiet and muffled from where you’ve shoved your face into the sheets to hide from jungkook, because you know that you’ll melt if you look at him. you don’t know what it was about him, but your lover always had a way of making you feel small in the best of ways. despite his quiet personality, jungkook was very domineering inside and outside of the bedroom, he cared for you like no other, protected you like no other. he wasn’t one to take advantage your kindness and he wasn’t about to let anyone else do the same so perhaps that’s also why you fell for him.

jungkook hums, leaning into the camera to get a better look at you. ‘it’s not that i don’t want to come and support you baby... i’m just worried that you’ll be exposed too much and—’ he lowers his voice, so you feel as if he’s lying right next to, causing you whimper out for him. the boy tuts, a lazy smile painting his lips as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. ‘—and god as much as i’d love to see you show off your little outfit for me, i’m not so sure i’d fit in with your...crowd of friends...’ you nod your head slowly in understanding, because as much as you loved the girls in your sorority, they had a knack for making jungkook feel like he didn’t deserve you, purely because he was different from your usual type and jungkook was always too shy and introverted to say anything. you hated that he couldn’t feel comfortable around your friends like you could with his— so you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to come around.

“s’ okay googie,” you hum, curling into a ball on your bed as he laughs at your pet name for him. “i’ll just have to show it to you another time.”

‘another time it is, dollface.’ jungkook repeats, pretending to boop your nose through the screen. you talk for a little while longer before the members of the weeping kittens come in and interrupt your facetime call. the band consists of four members; yoongi the drummer, namjoon the guitarist , jimin the bassist and jungkook, of course, lead singer and guitarist number two. the older two occupy themselves with teasing your boyfriend, poking his cheeks and singing old playground songs ( “YN and jungkook sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”) whilst jimin clings to the youngest like a baby and if you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought that the purple haired male was the baby of the group.

jungkook’s cheeks flush a deep crimson when you decide to play along, wishing him a goodnight that makes his face ripple with cringe. “sleep tight googie-poo,” you coo with a sing song tone, finally sitting up to blow him a kiss. the other members shriek with laughter, ruffling their little junggoogie’s mop of dark hair as you tease him for them to see. “i love youuu!”

‘goodnight angel-bear,’ jungkook says quietly, gritting his teeth has he sinks into his sweater to hide his embarrassment. you know his reaction is more of a result of his hyung’s teasing— he claims he can’t sleep well without saying goodnight in your special way. ‘i love you too...’ he mumbles, giving you a shy smile before hanging up the call, leaving you to fall asleep with an equally wide smile.

“there you go, joongie, hope she’s clean enough for you!”

you grin as you wipe the remaining sudds off of hongjoong’s bright red vintage car that you’re sure he spent all of his college loans on. nonetheless, you take the twenty he offers you from his wound down window and ruffle his matching strawberry hair. “thanks YN-ah,” he giggles, turning away from you for a brief second to tuck his wallet away, he briefly smacks his friend ( mingi ) on the thigh for staring at your boobs — and you can’t blame him, you love those girls — before offering you a bright smile. “you guys did a great job on her.”

you thank him once again, winking at mingi with a sly smile before waving the boys off and waiting for the next customer. the bikini car wash your sorority has set up is booming with business, students from across campus driving in to get their cars cleaned. some of the girls on the committee ordered in pink and white balloons to hang outside your dorm house, with a handmade sign saying ‘alpha delta pi wash!’ painted in pastel shades. your girls are having a great time too, looking stunning in all types of bathing suits that show off their beautiful bodies under golden rays, splashing each other with soapy water to ease the burn of the summer sun against their skin.

you quite like the little number you’re wearing too, a pale pink two piece with obsidian black accents and panelling at either side. you wave to some of the girls as you head over to your booth to count the cash you’ve made so far, when the familiar sound of rowdy cheers and hollering boys fills the air. barely glancing up from your work, you note the excited squeals of younger members of your sorority— already tripping over their flip flops to get a taste of the frat boys that take over your car wash.

“what does a guy have to do to get his car washed around here?”

rolling your eyes, you close the catch box with a drawn out sigh— picking up your gaze to meet that of jung hoseok’s. he stands half a head taller than you, chocolate brown hair parted and pushed back from his forehead, he wears the typical varsity jacket and baseball cap combo, paired with blue jeans and his signature chunky trainers. you wouldn’t lie and say that hoseok wasn’t attractive because you’d messed about with him once or twice before, but now he couldn’t seem to understand the boundaries of your blossoming relationship with jungkook. “pay thirteen bucks and use some manners?” your question is more of a statement, with you not in the mood to deal with a cocky frat boy who thinks he’s entitled to your service. the brunette looks taken a back, not used to your snarky attitude with him, but today was not a day for you to be messed with, all you wanted was to raise money for a good cause and have fun, not deal with assholes like him. nonetheless, the jock hands you his donation with a smirk as you whistle over one of the girls to help him.

“hyeri, you don’t mind helping hoseok over here do you—?”

“no,” hoseok cuts in, stepping between yourself and the older girl— stopping her from taking the equipment she needs to clean his car. you roll your shoulders, a light sweat dripping between their blades as frustration builds up within your temple— dealing with hoseok is bothersome and all you want is to relax and let lose. the brunette steps closer to you, and hyeri watches with blushing cheeks, the short, red head almost wishing she was in your position— her flustered attitude only inflating the boy’s ego. so entitled. hoseok was so so entitled. thinking that he could get anything he wanted from any girl just because he was pretty, and maybe that was the reason why he liked you so much— because you resisted him. “i want you to do it, YN, wash my car for me princess? please?”

scoffing, you cross your arms and send an apologetic look to the bumbling mess that is now hyeri. “book him a slot for me, love? i’ll let you help?” you ask softly to which she nods her head and runs off to take a note. hoseok smiles triumphantly but his win is quickly shot down by the glare you send him, and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. “you know it’s gonna cost you extra for even having me near you, right?”

“that’s an extra cost i’m will to pay...” the boy hums, smirk finding its way onto his lips once again, as he hands you another twenty before heading back to his car full of idiots. relieved that he’s gone ( for the time being ) you release a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and head off to grab an extra bucket and sponge to clean hoseok’s obnoxiously bright yellow ferrari, but not before you take a second to reapply a layer of your favourite cherry gloss that had faded during the day.

you miss the recognisable sound of yoongi’s truck while your back is turned to the hustle and bustle of your event, so your skin jumps with goosebumps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your bare waist. “guess who?” a soothing voice whispers into your ear, causing a light giggle to pass between your freshly glossed lips.

“let me think, is it mr. tall dark and handsome?” you tease, squealing as jungkook picks you up and spins you in his arms. before he’s even set you back onto your feet, your boyfriend attacks your face with soft kisses while tugging you into him. “you came!” you beam, once jungkook finally allows you to pull away— using an inked finger to trace patters on the small of your back. hums of approval sound from the bottom your throat while your stresses melt away, your boyfriend’s presence easily calming you down.

jungkook nods, a small smile tickling the corners of his pierced lips as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and presses your foreheads together. “i realised that i was being stupid,” the guitarist mumbles, lips only inches away from your own— you’re so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin and his own body heat radiating against yours. although your foreheads are growing sticky from sweat ( a result of the intense summer heat ), you don’t mind, loving being in close proximity to your lover. “i shouldn’t let the fact that we have different friends stop me from showing my support, i shouldn’t be one to judge your events or say i think you’re exposing yourself— because this is your body and your choice and i’m so proud of you, sorry for being a dumb boy.”

you boop his nose, heart melting at your boyfriend’s words and even more when he scrunches his nose under your touch. “but you’re my dumb boy,” you add, teasing him slightly as you lean up to brush your lips against his. from the outside, it would appear that jungkook would always be the one to make you flustered— so it amused you when your larger, much more intimidating boyfriend blushed under the slightest touches from you. he puckers his lips, awaiting your kiss only for you to nip at his earlobe and whisper. “now how may i help you today?”

pulling away, you can see jungkook shyly curling in on himself— beyond flustered by your actions. his brown doe eyes avoid your gaze while his fingers slip into the sleeves of his black sweater as if he’s hiding. “i uh, also came to get yoongi hyung’s truck washed... he’s not happy with the state we left it in last time,” your lover mumbles quietly, and now you understand why he’s acting more shy than usual.

with bubbling laugher, you reach onto your tippy toes to ruffle jungkook’s long black locks— effectively moving them out of place. “i can help with that, koo,” you tease and pinch his cheeks as you return to your normal height. “but i can’t promise it’ll be any cleaner than last time—“ jungkook tugs you into his chest once more, opening his mouth to speak, when a car begins honking from your left. you huff, pushing your head into your boyfriend’s broad chest while you grip his sweater. “it’s hoseok...i’m sorry.”

jungkook shakes his head, offering you one of his beautiful bunny smiles before he leans down and captures your bottom lip between his teeth. his deep caramel eyes are locked onto yours before he grasps your cheeks and kisses you fully, tongue slotting perfectly against yours as they battle in a light dance for passion. but as soon as the kiss comes, it’s over, jungkook releasing you while you stand dazed to process what happened. your boyfriend was never one for PDA but you definitely notice how he smirks and revels in the cheers you both get, sending heat straight down to your core and making a light slick pool between your thighs. cheeky bastard. the boy salutes you as he lets you go, allowing you to run off to hoseok’s car while someone else books your lover in, before he heads back over to the truck. you make quick work of building up the suds for washing the car, dipping your sponge into the soapy water as you work on the hood— deciding now of all times, would be an ample opportunity to tease him. in the meantime the guitarist makes himself comfortable in the drivers seat of yoongi’s truck, watching you get to work— and it’s not long before he notices little things about you, like how you lean over hoseok’s car a little more, drawing attention to the curve of your ass or how you purposely drench yourself with the crisp, clear and cool soapy water when you ring out each sponge.

suddenly, jungkook’s pants begin to grow tight and his senses kick into overdrive as he becomes increasingly aware of the show you’re putting on for him. the boy knows what you’re doing, from the way you look at him from over your shoulder, to the spark in your eyes and the way you lick your cherry gloss lips. jungkook’s body acts for him, hand sliding down to the buckle of his pants as he slowly undoes it— his cock is half hard in his briefs just from watching you. he hisses when he grabs his length, pumping it slowly. jungkook feels wrong, dirty for touching himself in public, let alone in his hyung’s van but he can never help himself when it comes to you— so he almost whimpers when you lean over to soap up hoseok’s window and give him a full view of your breasts in the little pink bralette you wear.

the guitarist thanks his luck that his dark sweater covers his dirty work, thrusting he shallowly into his hand— imagining that it’s your cute little pussy clenching around him. the warmth of need bursting in his chest because god, you look so good and he knows you’ll sound better when you’re underneath him. squeezing his cock, jungkook let’s a low groan rumble in his chest— fingertips just brushing at his orgasm.

but the euphoria of his release is suddenly ripped away from him when another girl he recognises as your roommate, areum, from the nights he visits you at the house— knocks on his window. jungkook tears his hands from his pants and gives the girl a smile, driving over to get the truck washed just as you finish up with hoseok. you smile at the job you’ve done and the way the frat member’s car shines as you dry up your hands. right when you’re about to leave to find jungkook, hoseok slips from his vehicle and grabs your wrist so that your attention is turned to him.

“she looks great, YN... thanks for cleaning her up,” hoseok praises you, leaning back against his precious yellow ferrari that you’re sure is loaned ( because realistically what college student could afford such a fancy car ), you blink, appreciative of his thanks and nod your head but your mind is too hazy from the looks your guitarist lover was giving you earlier. you know he’s beyond turned on at this point and your mouth almost waters from the thought of him taking you right there, right now. “is there any way i can repay you?”

you snap out of your thoughts, tugging your wrist from hoseok’s grip and smiling at him sweetly— hoping that it speeds up your interaction so you can return to your boyfriend. “you already paid.” you mumble bluntly, turning to leave once more before you’re pulled back into the taller male’s grasp.

“why so distant YN-ah? let me take you out to say thanks?”

“let me go hoseok.” you warn, growling out your words. it’s like he couldn’t understand, that he was incapable of realising that you just weren’t interested in him like that anymore. your eyes and heart were set on jungkook, your days flirting and messing about with boys from the neighbouring frat were over and you didn’t care what people thought of your new relationship. yes, jungkook wasn’t your usual, conventional type but he was yours. your shy, emo, inked, pierced pretty boy.

“just think about it...” the boy pushes for you to consider it, pulling you into him by the hips as the pads of his fingers sink into your naked skin.

“hoseok.” you repeat, your tone much harsher this time as you push him back by his shoulders.

“just let me—“

the wind is knocked out of you before you have a chance to retort, as you’re yanked free from hoseok’s burning grip into a warm and familiar embrace. you immediately recognise jungkook’s sweet, floral scent and cast your gaze upwards, his sharp jaw is clenched, pierced nose is flared and skin shines under the sun from his light perspiration. you’ve never seen him so angry before, at least not in public. jungkook has never been one to start fights or initiate major PDA in front of anyone, so his attitude today... shocks you. “are you dumb, stupid, or is it both?” your boyfriend spits, anger at hot as the sun that beats down on you. his large palms that hold onto your waist tighten and his possessiveness starts to make you light headed with want. you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re both angry or that jungkook never gets this pissed but you feel the same wetness from earlier begin to gather in your panties. “shit man,” jungkook continues as a crowd begins to gather. “when a girl says to fuck off, you fuck off, especially when she’s taken.”

your pupils blow wide, gaze flickering over to hoseok who’s chest rises and falls with a mix of embarrassment and anger. you can’t tell which is the more domineering emotion. “and what if i don’t ‘fuck off’ what are you gonna do about it freak? we both know she deserves better than you.” hoseok goes for a low blow, eliciting a chorus of ‘ooo’s and ‘fight! fight! fight!’s from the group that surrounds you and his car. your boyfriend clenches his teeth ready to to spit out another comeback when you detangle yourself from his grip and knee hoseok in the dick before giving him a good old sucker punch— watching with a satisfied glossy grin as he doubles over in pain.

“YN, you bitch!” he cries out in pain, and you’re about to swing again when jungkook lifts you by your hips— legs kicking and arms flailing just to get another taste. once you’re a fair distance away, your boyfriend sets you down as you shake out your hand— knuckles barley bruised from the punch and you know that your lover is impressed ( and maybe just a little more turned on ).

hoseok’s frat brothers help him clear up his bloody nose while girls fawn over the poor thing. you’re not surprised when hyeri gives you a disappointed look, punishing you with the task of cleaning the interior of the douche’s car whilst the sorority takes a lunch break. something about repaying him for almost breaking his nose. you don’t mind though, you were far too hungry for something else.

“that was hot,” jungkook mumbles against your neck after everyone’s gone, he’s got you pressed against the door of yoongi’s truck— thigh between your legs and lips barley touching your neck. you moan lowly, feeling your hips naturally grind down against the meat of your boyfriend’s thigh whilst slick gathers at your entrance. the combat jeans he wears are a rough polyester, only adding to your stimulation but you’re beyond turned on at this point, not caring if anyone sees. not that they will, the car wash is closed while everyone’s on break, so you have time to kill. “the way you sucker punched him like that, god i don’t think my dick’s ever gotten that hard that fast...”

your laughter falls into an airy moan, as your fingers dance their way down from jungkook’s sweaty hair to push at his sweater. you wonder how he’s not burning in the thing with how thick it is, not to mention how black clothes attract heat but you don’t question it, only knowing one thing and one thing only. that you want it off. “don’t lie to me googie,” you whine when he pulls away to rid himself of the ghastly article of clothing— a different type of heat building in your core. “saw you watchin’ me wash hoseok’s car earlier, bet you were painfully hard just sitting there knowing you couldn’t touch me,” you breathe, enjoying the way he twitches in your grasp as you yank him up for a blazing kiss. his strawberry tongue swipes over your lips to taste the cherry they have painted on and the flavour bursts in your mouth as he forces your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. when he pulls away, only a trail of saliva connects you both, making you both groan in unison. “were you touching yourself, baby?” you ask breathlessly, forcing your head back against the cool surface of the truck.

“fuck, angel face...” jungkook hisses at your lewd words, hips stuttering when you grab his growing bulge through his jeans. “h-how’d you know?

“i just know you.”

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours once again, fingers diving down to pinch your clit over the panties of your bikini— making you squeal with pleasure. jungkook swallows each and every one of your noises, hands trailing up and down your body until the slide under your bralette where inked fingers pull at your nipples and squeeze at your breasts. the peaks harden under jungkook’s touch, which is surprisingly cool despite the weather and you arch your back into him— desperate for more.

“let me feel you,” he finally says, sounding just as desperate as you and you nod, letting jungkook drop your feet to the ground gently and shove his shirt into the front of yoongi’s freshly cleaned truck. the guitarist is about to open the door for you when an idea pops into your head. pulling jungkook’s arm, you point over to the piercing yellow ferrari on the other side of of the lot outside of your sorority’s house and his face falls. within an instant, the key’s of hoseok’s car are back in your hand (after an hour of cleaning it) and jungkook is lowering you onto it’s hood. “want me to fuck you here, dollface? for everyone to see?”

you nod your head, a series of incoherent babbles falling from between your lips as you stare up your boyfriend with a hazy look in your eye— a look that drives him wild. jungkook strips you of your bralette and takes a breast into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting like a man devouring his last meal. you have no choice but to take what he gives you, closing your eyes to the melody of wet, sloppy sounds as his warm tongue swirls around each bud— contrasting with the cold metal of hoseok’s car beneath you. his freehand tweaks your other nipple before dancing down to between your legs as he pushes your thighs further apart. wetness pours from your burning entrance, causing your panties to stick deliciously to your pussy and jungkook groans around your second breast ( having switched between the two ) before he slides his two fingers past the flimsy pink material to circle your dripping hole.

“please koo, finger me...fuck me!” you cry desperately, writhing against the expensive car that your pussy drools onto. he groans, wasting no more time as he pushes his tattooed digits into your tight cunt, you whimper as he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of you— dragging his finger tips against your needy walls as your eyes threaten to flutter shut from bliss.

your boyfriend tuts from your breast, standing straight to lean over you while more of your juices splatter lewdly against the hood of hoseok’s car. “nonono, angel, eyes open, want you to look at me as i stretch you open on this fucker’s car, yeah?” he pants, curling the fingers he has buried in your pussy so that they catch deliciously on that one spot. your bleary eyes focus on one thing and one thing only, your lover. the way that his lips shine under the sun with smears of your cherry lip gloss, and the way that his dark eyes shift to lighter shades of coffee brown in the sunlight— the way his strawberry lips are caught between his teeth as he pleasures you and your heart bursts with adoration. “that’s my good girl...” he mumbles, voice gravelly with need when he notices your open doe eyes.

with uncoordinated movements, you manage to tackle the buttons of jungkook’s pants, pulling his painfully hard cock free from its material confines. he practically whimpers when your burning palm comes into contact with his weighty length, his tip bright red and glistening with need. “feel good baby?” you ask him while doing your best to pump him in time with the thrusts of your fingers, creating the illusion of him being inside of you. jungkook leaks endless amounts of precum, eyes scrunching shut as he grows closer to his orgasm.

jungkook buries his mop of midnight hair into the crook of of your neck, kissing at the skin there. “d-didn’t finish earlier...” he stammers, thrusting his length into your grip. “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum before being inside you...” he wastes no more time, pushing your pretty pink panties aside and slapping is leaking tip against your glistening pussy— teasing you both even though you’ve been craving each other all day. his strong, tattooed arms hook around your legs, bringing you closer to him as he finally pushes his cock past your entrance— you hiss in unison as his weighty length sits within you and you dig your heels into the small of his back to prompt him to move. “shit...angel, dreamed of this pussy all day...”

“then take it jungkook, take me like you mean it,” you almost scream, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. your nails dig crescent moons into his blemished, freckled skin as he circles his hips and drills is cock into you, tip rubbing against your fiery walls while you clamp down on him. your cunt selfishly sucks him in as you find the strength within you to lift your hips and meet his thrusts— loving the way he feels and the burn of his fat cock stretching you open. the air between you seems heavier, hotter as the sun shines brightly above you— your perspiration clouding the glimmer on the hood of hoseok’s car as mix of your arousals smear across the honey yellow paint. you’re messy, dirty, tainting hoseok’s car as jungkook fucks into you with wanton— chasing the release that’s been building in his stomach all day.

you love it though, the way he wrecks your little hole out in broad daylight for everyone to see if they wanted— the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the empty lot in front of your sorority. anyone could come back now and see you taking his cock, and the thought makes your pussy gush with sweet, hot nectar. “your cunt is so greedy, swallowing my cock whole,” jungkook reminds you, pushing his cock into your womb until he reaches the hilt. “you must like me taking you in public huh?” he speaks your thoughts, moaning heavily as you squeeze around his length with every word, your juices wetting him more. jungkook presses down on your tummy and you watch with awe as it bulges slightly— his hips never easing up as he pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you. “god angel face, would you look at that, look at me inside of you.”

“you’re so big,” you praise from underneath him, gasping as he grinds himself into you— harsh material of his jeans brushing against your sensitive clit. you play a game of back and forth, pushing your hips against each other with every turn until jungkook picks up the pace again, a knot in your stomach begins to form— your orgasm sneaking up behind you as your pussy weeps and cries, painting the front of jungkook’s jeans as well as your pretty thighs. “wanna cum on this thick cock of yours koo, make me cum please please...”

“you’re driving me insane dollface,” jungkook comments through gritted teeth, pounding into you now at a relentless pace— you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your walls, causing your jaw to go slack as you drip endlessly. he shuts your pleas up with the two fingers in your mouth letting you taste the remains of your essence. your boyfriend only manages a few more thrusts before you’re falling limp against him with new colours flashing behind your eyes as cream against his cock. jungkook rides out your high, hitting your g-spot over and over and almost reaches his climax when you hear someone’s footsteps against the gravel. eyes widening jungkook pulls your weak frame into his chest, using the discarded keys to open hoseok’s car door before bringing you inside. your heart thumps as you spot a sister from your sorority in the side mirrors, she seems to be looking for something but for now, you remain out of view.

with that in mind, you push yourself out of jungkook’s iron grip— knowing full well that he still hasn’t cum. ignoring your boyfriend’s nervous and confused expression along with the thumping in your chest, you drop to your knees, paying no mind to the burn the gravel causes against them. “YN, what are you—?” jungkook never finishes his question as you brace yourself on his thighs, giving sweet kitten licks to his tip before taking him into your mouth. you won’t need to do much work, he’s already close and you can tell from the way his abs clench and his fingers weave their way into your hair. your free hands pump what doesn’t fit into your hot mouth, as you drool on his cock and spit gathers on your chin.

your boyfriend whimpers quietly in the front passenger seat and you slap his inner thighs when the girl walks past. you spare a glance to the mirrors once more, swirling your tongue around your lover’s length as he strains to hold in his moans. he whispers ‘pleases’ under his breath, begging you to let him cum...so once the footsteps retreat and disappear completely, you tap his thigh once and jungkook immediately bucks his hips. your jaw falls lax as he thrusts into your mouth as if it were your tight heat, desperately chasing the release he’s been waiting for all day. “fuck, fuck, shit!” he curses as your throat tightens around his length, causing him to spill his seed into your mouth. you swallow gratefully, only pulling away to show him the mess he made of your tongue before letting him pull you onto his lap. “such a dirty girl, sucking me off like that with people around...”

“you loved it,” you tease, twirling his long hair between your fingers as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.

“would have loved to cum inside you, more.”

you straddle jungkook’s lap, letting his half hard cock brush against your soaked panties as you grind down on him. “then let me make you cum again; let me ride you.” you state more so than ask, taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers. jungkook looks up at you with bright starry eyes, and you lose yourself within their constellations— you loved him, you knew that and no one would change that. the mood slips into something softer and you’re no longer in a rush to ruin hoseok’s car, instead you take your time easing yourself down onto your love’s length as it hardens with each stroke of your hips.

neither of you will last long this time, sensitive from your previous releases but that doesn’t stop you from slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down to start a steady pace. the length of jungkook’s weighty girth, drags along your velvet walls with each rock of his hips into yours, sending tingles of pleasure down your spend. he lets go of your right hand, using his large inked palm to grab at your waist, guiding you into him in away that makes him whine. he moves onto your ass, squeezing the peachy flesh as you bounce on him, launching you both into new realms of pleasure.

“love that ass baby, how good it looks in this little set,” jungkook whimpers against your sweat slicked skin, closing his eyes to tune into the sounds of your angelic moans and wetness against his dick. “always so pretty for me...”

you swivel your hips in soft circles, clamping down on your lover with each word of praise as he sucks blues and indigos and violets between your breasts, his mouth salivating from watching them bounce with every thrust into your tight heat. he worships you under the golden sun, heated bodies moving together as you both work towards release. “it’s all yours, koo,” you cry, biting your cherry lips— bitten red and swollen from kisses your lover used to soothe your cries of wanton. “i’m all yours.” you add before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and you’re pulling him by the hair to yank him into another sweet kiss, tasting traces of your gloss on his pinkish lips.

“mine.” jungkook claims your mouth as his, as you squeeze and clench and clamp around his girth, tears beginning to roll as your high approaches. the guitarist doesn’t up, letting you swallow his whines as the sensitivity grows too much, the tip of his length hitting that one spot over and over again while you push your hips down to meet his every thrust.

“look me in the eyes when you cum with me.” you growl to him, freeing your hands to cup his cheeks— lips tingling and cunt spasming. jungkook can barely nod but he obliges, deep brown eyes pulling you in as his warm breath fans across your face. you drown in his eyes, falling under as the knot in your stomach finally snaps— your hips falter as you cling to jungkook with all you have, release glazing his cock until he fills you with his creamy essence. your fingers massage his wet scalp while you bury your face into his neck, hearing him whimper and cry out as he fills you over and over again.

eventually, the sensitivity grows too much and jungkook pulls out of you with small moans, fingers finding your messy entrance as a mix of your arousals drips onto the leather seats. “i love you, angel face...so fucking much,” he finally says with glossy eyes and a tiny smile, dipping his finger into your leaking hole and smearing the evidence of your rendezvous against your lips.

“and i love you, more than anything.” you hum back, licking the sweet and salty sheen from your lips before mirroring your lovers smile because all though he’d rubbed of your cherry gloss, jungkook’s cum was the next best thing.

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shozaii · 4 years ago

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An SO that’s used to getting all her touch starved needs from her little dog and is not comfortable at all asking other people. (She thinks that people will think of her too clingy or if they do hold her it’s only for obligation and so she lets go earlier so they’re “off the hook”)

(a/n): gahhh thank you sooo much for sending your request in!! i’m so glad i got to work on this once my finals were over. sorry it took soooo long, but i hope the wait was worth it!! enjoy!🥺❤❤

masterlist.

snuggles for the win!

pairings: todoroki x reader; kirishima x reader.

genre: fluff. (headcanons!)

extra notes: requested for todoroki and kirishima!

➠ as we all know, it is a headcanon - nearly a fact - that shouto would be really touch-starved, due to the lack of affection he got growing up. all he needs is headpats, hugs and kissies ;-; he gets this little fear that he might be annoying you if he ever does ask. then again, i don’t think he would ask. he just tends to keep the need to somewhere far, far away, fearing for the worst-case scenario.

➠ catch him finding out that you have a dog. i’ve mentioned it before but i have a feeling that he takes time to get closer to dogs, despite being the cat lover that he is. so cue him asking you loads of the most wholesome questions about your dog.

➠ i can think of a little scenario of how this turned out - he most probably noticed the fact that you tend to nuzzle your nose into your dog’s fur, holding him close. and whenever you talk to him you go only as far as to holding his hand. maybe some headpats here and there, but something just feels.....off.

➠ it’s like you shy away from him every time he tries to hold your hand. maybe you do hug once in a while, but that too, is very rare. what’s interesting here is that both of you have the same feeling. not wanting to let go, wanting to stay just a little while longer. usually you’re the first one to release from his embrace, and he just stands there thinking, ‘did something happen?’ ‘was this not the right time?’ ‘have i made a mistake just by hugging her?’ thoughts go brr !!

➠ he even has pep talks with your dog, even though he knows he won’t be getting answers. poor baby skksjndkj

➠ his confrontations with you are pretty direct, even though his heart feels like it’s about to pop out of his chest. the first question he asks you is, “am i doing something wrong, y/n?”

➠ “s-something wrong? sho, why do you think so....?”

➠ “whenever i hug you, or hold you close. give you kisses. to be very frank, you seem much more comfortable with your dog. is it not supposed to be done between us? do you not feel comfortable with them? or me?”

➠ “shouto! oh my gosh, n-no! not at all! please don’t think that way. i just.....i don’t want you to think i’m clingy, or annoying. i love your hugs; a whole lot i do not regret them. but i’m just afraid i’m overdoing it....? hence me, ya know, giving them all to my dog.”

➠ “love. i don’t exactly think you know about this, but i am quite the touch-starved person myself. just thinking of snuggling up to you, showering you with all the kisses. me activating either side for your satisfaction,” he chuckled softly before looking back at you. “even hugs would do. and i would do anything to stay that way.”

➠ cupping your cheek with his hand, you felt yourself melt into his touch. the faint smell of roses began trailing to your sense of smell. right before you knew it, your arms wrapped around his figure, as he placed his other arm around your back, careful to not scare you with his grip.

➠ before he knew it, the hold lasted for more than a minute.

➠ baby boy right here does not care where he is. he is ready. to give you. hugs. anytime. anywhere. cause he just loveeees his cutie so much! how could he ever resist?🥺

➠ he doesn’t admit it, but his heart go hurt hurt when he knows that you don’t exactly want to be in his embrace. he’s the kind to overthink too - it could be something wrong that he had done. or maybe you were just not feeling it. but why were you not, though? so he brushes it off, tries more, feels very down, and then the cycle continues. not until he met your dog, though.

➠ let’s just say he gets this pang of jealousy shot through his heart. he probably found out about it in secret, because i believe kiri is one who respects your privacy a lot. but you might’ve left your door open by accident, so he accidentally peeked through (he promised).

➠ it’s just you and your lovable puppy (which, he had to admit, adored a whole lot too), and you two were cuddling. something he was supposed to be doing. the puppy then gleefully licking your face, as you booped its nose, pulling it closer against your chest. kirishima found it all cute and mushy. but oh my. his heart and mind were telling him so many different stories.

➠ it’s unmanly of me to tell her stuff like ‘hey i’m jealous.’ i can’t do that!

➠ tells denki and sero about it, would lowkey ask bakugou for more advice. and it’s the same result - they would encourage (one would give an earful...) to actually go talk to you. you guys were a couple. it is important to let one know about the other’s feelings.

➠ so after a few pep talks, reassuring, and a lot of manliness seeped into his bones, he finally decided it was wise of him to walk up to you, and your beloved dog, and ask you whether you have anything that you have hidden from him.

➠ ......not the answer he was expecting.

➠ “you know you can talk to me. i- i don’t think i would’ve ever mentioned this to you since it would be pretty unmanly of me to dig deeper. but this has me boggled up for days and - are my hugs not to your liking? are my kisses not what you need? do you feel like i wouldn’t provide much....? anything....?”

➠ “no!! no, no, no. eiji,” you sighed shakily. “promise me you won’t get mad at me, alright?” the moment you said that, he nodded vigorously, his red bangs falling down his face.

➠ “i just don’t want you to feel....annoyed? i’m quite the clingy person, eiji. i love hugs! it’s my go-to kind of affection. give it to me any day and it would even wipe the sadness of my face. but along comes my fear; being a little too attached, hence making you feel tired of me and my intentions. i’m sorry, love. i never knew it would end up this way,” you ended, your shoulders now hanging loose.

➠ as i mentioned earlier, it would never be a problem for him to give you affection anywhere. cue a big hug, where one hand lands on the back of your head, and the other around the back of your neck. pretty sure i could tell his heart was jumping with joy. because not only did he finally felt at ease, he knew exactly how to make you feel at home.

➠ “you never have to worry, sugar! i love hugs! and i definitely love giving them all to you. you could even give me a bone-crushing hug and i wouldn’t mind - go easy on me, i guess, heh. but let me tell you this; your affection is most definitely the best thing to receive on any time of the day.”

(a/n): aaaaand there we go! these are my pov’s on these adorable babies on touch-starved s/o’s. they would both be pretty chill about it, too! i also hope i stayed on topic too kjanksjnskdj !!

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stray-kids-react · 4 years ago

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Han x Fem. Reader Soulmate au

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex, and Fluff that'll make you cry.

Masterlist

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Y/n's pov, November 27 2020

My mother once told me that I will know when I'm in love, she never specified what hints will cross my path... She just said I'll know.

As a young adult now, sharing an apartment with my close friend Yeji. I'm starting to become impatient with this whole game of love, why can't I just get told who is my perfect match. I'm so tired of having my hopes risen up and then crashed down onto my heart... Breaking it each time.

"Any plans today?" Yeji asked from the kitchen, making me cringe at the word plans.

I just was still recovering from a terrible break up, where I caught the supposedly love of my life slurping the life out of his assistants pussy. I won't forget the feeling of my heart completely stopping for a few seconds, as my mind told me to run and not look back.

"Yes actually, I have a date with Netflix and the leftovers in the fridge." I replied, slyly smirking as she stared at me like a worried mother.

"Well Netflix isn't going to have to wait for his turn. Because I have this guy who is really interested you and is a total sweetheart." She sighed, showing me a photo of the guy she was trying to set me up with.

"Yeah... No." I replied, beginning to retreat back to my room.

"Y/n! JISUNG TOLD ME!" Yeji announced, catching my attention from the front of my bedroom door.

"I-it's still a no Yeji." I whimpered, shutting the door harshly behind me as she sighed in defeat.

Yeji's pov

She needs to get out of this place, it's been two weeks now. All over a guy she barely even knew, I know the true reason she is hiding and she will never admit it.

Y/n is scared to see his face again, our best friend Han Jisung. The best friend that she happened to fall in love with, and moved away from after she got accepted into the university of her dreams.

They were never just best friends in anyone's eyes, not even there own. Yet they both tried to fill in the whole in their heart with other people, never realizing that all they had to do was just say three difficult words.

Y/n was in a hurry to find her perfect partner after I found mine, the man next door with the matching tattoo on his wrist. Your tattoo shows up when you are over the age of 19 and are near your soulmate, it shows up on your wrist, neck, or shoulder blade.

She didn't want to see Jisung in case that tattoo never came, they both wouldn't be able to handle the realization. But it is a part of life, and I'm not going to let my best friends live alone when they could have a chance to be in love and happy.

Han wanted to see us both while he was visiting the city, even though he knew the risk of utter devastation. That fake profile was just a set up so that she would finally meet up with Han, and she probably already knew about my plans.

I walked up to her door cautiously, gently brushing my knuckles against her door.

"Y/n... I know why you are actually upset."

Y/n pov

"Because of Han Jisung." I answered, brushing past the old childhood photos saved on my phone.

"I know that's what you were going to say Yeji, and you're right. I know I won't be able to take it if the guy I love isn't the one for me, and that all of those nights alone with him that are coded into my brain are worthless. I'm scared Yeji, I'm scared that I won't be able to think of most of my life without tearing up." I explained, as she plopped down on my bed next to me.

"You're fear will just get worse until you find out, you'll never know the result until you actually try." She replied, placing my head on her shoulder for comfort.

I let out a shaky breath as a couple tears streamed down my cheeks, she was right as usual. But I still needed at least one day to prepare myself.

"Fine, but let me rest today. I'm not going to fancy restraint with puffy eyes and bed head." I remarked, watching as a sly smile spread across her lips.

She slowly began to exit my bedroom, delighted that she finally got her way with me. Not even explaining who that fake date even was, probably just a random guy from Google. It was 11:30 at night, and all of my crying really wore the energy out of my body and mind.

So eventually sleep crossed paths with my mind and hooked up, completely losing consciousness as my memories flashed like a polaroid camera.

December 15th 2018

"I can't believe we're graduating this year, seems like we only started high school yesterday." Jisung sighed, carrying both of our bags while walking home together.

"Don't worry quokka, you'll still carry my bags for me even after high school." I teased, pinching the reddened skin of his cheeks.

"Oh very funny, and you'll still put crackers in your mouth and pretend to be a walrus." He remarked dodging the snowball that came his way.

He set my bags down on my front yard as he gathered his own army of cold fluff balls. I tackled him to the ground as we both drowned the silence in laughter, I traced my frosted mittens across his face. Gently crossing his lips as he brushed the snow chunks from my hair.

The close warmth of his breath against my face sent my heart into a frenzy, I secretly craved the closeness of him... But I never wanted to admit it in case I'd lose him.

His now glossed lips looked so kiss able, the way they pouted as he focused on my hair. And how they stretched into a warm smile that left a fuzzy feeling in my heart for years, made it only harder to stop myself from interlocking them with mine.

"I better get going bun bun. I'll see you tomorrow at school though." Jisung reassured, lightly booping my nose as he left his trail from my snowy front yard. Waving one last time to catch my attention as I was at the front door.

"Farewell loser!" He shouted, showing off that bright smile of his.

"Farewell to you as well, asshole!" I retorted, giggling as I walked into my empty house all alone.

November 28th 2020

Y/n pov

"Wake up! Time for bubble tea!" Yeji screamed, jumping on top of me as she consistently hit me with my own pillows.

"I thought we were meeting Jisung later." I sighed, looking at the red numbers of my alarm clock reading 7:30am.

"Yes we are, but I want bubble tea and to talk with you about some stuff I found out." Yeji replied, pulling me out of bed to soon push me into the washroom.

I complied to her excited energy, understanding it is pretty exciting for her.

The steaming water swallowed every inch of my skin, blocking out all of the noises outside. Only leaving me and the blank wall to stare at, droplets of water racing against each other. A flash of the mirror and sunlight clashing, sending the flash of a polaroid to my memories.

August 16th 2018

Yeji squealed as her boyfriend threw her into the pool, soon joining her in a large cannonball jump. All of his friends danced around with liquor drenching their breath, as their bodies clashed together in ways they didn't fully understand.

It wasn't my style of fun, it instead gave me a wave of fear and stress. Not recognizing any of these people, while they danced around half naked. Yeji's boyfriend decided that she had enough fun for one night, and took her home to rest.

I hurriedly gathered my belongings and rushed out the door, just as excited and horny shouts came from the pool. I was okay to walk home alone, it felt nice to be surrounded my silence for once. Even if my conscious tortured me about every bad possibility.

"Need a drive home party animal?" a familiar voice called from across the road, that voice of the man who has always had my back.

"I'd actually really like that." I replied, feeling a wave of comfort when I entered the car.

"I can tell your a bit freaked out." He sighed, throwing his bad into the backseat.

"That party was just... A lot. A lot more than I expected." I whimpered, still a bit overwhelmed from the experience.

"How about you stay at my place for the night. We'll even watch some American horror story..." Jisung suggested, even though he was shit terrified of anything remotely scary.

"I'm holding you to it quokka." I giggled, slapping his thigh teasingly.

We drove to his home as the car filled with a random playlist of songs, one landing on my favorite 'Turning Page'.

"I didn't know you liked this song." I commented, blushing softly at the tone of the song.

"I want this to be the song that represents me and my soulmate. It sounds cheesy, but it's true." He revealed, glancing my way as the car stopped in the from of his home.

The whole topic of soulmates use to be humorous to me, remembering when me and Han drew matching docks on our palms as 'our' symbol. Even taking a polaroid photo of the amazing art we drew, I still have it in my phone case.

Then it hit me, how much it would hurt to see him destined with someone other then me. That moment when he glanced back into my eyes with a shy smile, is when I admitted to myself for falling madly in love with my best friend.

November 28th 2020

I walked along the streets of our home town, hanging my mask off my chin when sipping my bubble tea.

"You know what's crazy." Yeji started, catching my focus immediately.

"I remember the moment you started crushing on Jisung. You didn't even have to tell me, I already knew." She admitted, gazing at me with only a soft warmth in her eyes.

"It was obvious by how many photos you had of him and you on your wall, and the way you looked at him as if he were your dream person." She continued, texting something on her phone that I couldn't quite see.

"Or how when he caught you staring he'd reply with 'take a picture it'll last longer'... And you always did to get revenge. I will never forget the day I saw you two as more then best friends, that was the same day when I bought you that polaroid camera for Christmas. " She replied, taking a short break as her hands nervously fidgeted with her skirt.

"That's why I want a 'thank you' later on." She mumbled, before running off and leaving me completely stunned on the bench.

"Y/n..."

September 14th 2018

"It's crazy that this is your last day here." I sighed, trying my best not to cry.

He nodded trying to smile the pain away like me, but soon caving in once his arms met my body. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hoping I could capture his scent one last time.

"I'll still visit. I can't cope without seeing your face, asshole." He chuckled lightly, sniffling quietly when he retracted his arms away.

He stared at my features for a few long seconds, as if he was contemplating on doing something. Jisung shook his head, smiling brightly once more as he pulled me into one last hug.

As he put his palm on the door knob, I shouted his name one last time. Running across the room towards him, he turned around immediately dropping his bangs on the ground.

He instantly knew what I was going to do, since his lips molded with mine without one ounce of hesitation. His hands lost in my hair, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. Jisung's lips were so much sweeter and softer then any other kiss I've had.

The sweetness was sprinkled with the salty taste of our mixed tears. Only creating more as the kiss began to end, both of us realizing we should've told each other so much sooner.

"I love you." We both sighed at the same time, smiling sadly at the bittersweet sting in our hearts.

November 28th 2020

"Jisung..." I gasped, turning around quickly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"W-wow... You've really. Wow." He stuttered, cautiously inching closer towards me.

"You too." I chuckled airily, swallowing back my tears. I missed him so much, but it hurt too much to see him at the same time.

"Y/n... I know it's been a while. But I honestly came here because I needed to see you. I still love you, and I don't care if we're soul mates or not. I'll sharpie our own symbol on us everyday if I have to." He revealed, grasping my hands between his own.

"I'm sorry that I was being so selfish." I sighed, caving into my own tears. Regretting my fears of seeing him again, feeling terrible for torturing him just as much as I tortured myself.

"We are both scared. It's not our fault, but I just want us to accept that things may not go our way. But that won't stop us from being together." He reassured, lightly brushing frosted his mitten across my features. Glossing over my lips gently, his eyes warm and gentle as they fluttered shut.

I molded into his kiss immediately, lacing my fingers through his silky hair. Soon pulling him closer to my so there was no space between us, making sure no one could try and ruin this moment for us.

His lips still were as sweet as the first time they molded into mine, and his fingertips could still make my legs give out by how gentle they were against my skin. Every emotion flashed through my mind, all my regrets, confidence, love, lust... It all flashed just like a...

"Polaroid." He gasped, tugging my palm next to his as the ink slowly traced the same picture into my palm. The picture of the camera that captured all the moments I treasured with my soulmate, the soulmate that was everything I could've asked for.

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You'll Always Have Me

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“So, Ari, excited for your big day off tomorrow?” Anna plopped her tray on the table, the red plastic rattling as she threw her leg over the bench.

Catalina looked up from her sushi, raising a playful brow at the two meat lovers’ pizzas on Anna’s tray. Returning to her food, the woman said, “Yes, I am actually.”

“No, you’ve only been raving about it for a week!” Lina shot a glare at Anne, who gave her a smug grin in response. She wasn’t wrong, though. Lina had been hyping herself up for this all week. It would be a day to have all to herself. No work, no house cleaning, nothing. She was free for the whole day.

Cathy rested her chin on her palm, a knowing smirk on her face as she said, “She’s gonna spend it all day sleeping, you know that right?”

A collective nod went around the table. Even Lina couldn’t deny that she’d sleep until noon. “I’ll sleep until one and then I’ll spend the rest of the day watching movies,” Lina said. “Me-time is all I need.” A small moment of silence fell over the group, before a tray was set down on Lina’s left. Rose scent drifted lightly into her nose and Lina’s chest warmed.

“Sorry, the line was long,” Jane apologized, sliding in to sit beside Lina.

“For yogurt?” Anne asked, looking up from Kat’s phone.

“They don’t just have yogurt, Anne.”

As the group tucked into their food, Catalina began rethinking her previous statement. While, yes, she did want to spend some time to herself, there was a certain someone she really wanted to spend the day with. Casting a look to her left, Catalina noticed Jane sweep her blonde hair back over one shoulder, lifting her spoon and savoring her parfait. It was undeniably cute, to which it had no right to be.

Lina was a woman of her word, and denying a crush was far beneath her. If she were in any other situation, she’d have asked Jane out by now. Problem is; Jane isn’t open. She’s been dating some guy named Henry for four years now. It sunk Catalina’s heart to see the sweet blonde around the pompous jerk.

“So, we all know what Cath’s gonna be up to,” Kitty began, “anyone else have any fun plans?”

“I finished my project for Monday,” Anna said nonchalantly. “I’m just gonna work on my wall tomorrow.” Kat brightened upon hearing that, leaning over to Anna with her classic kitty eyes. Anna chuckled and booped the younger woman’s nose. “Yes, you can come over and help.”

After shoveling a forkful of salad into her mouth, Anne said, “I will be working out tomorrow. So, Lina, if you wanna join-”

“Don’t call me Lina,” Catalina enforced, tightening her grip on her chopsticks and fixing a glare on the shorter woman. Anne raised her hands defensively, swallowing her mouthful.

“Just know the offer’s out there.” Anne returned to eating, occasionally eyeing Lina suspiciously. Cathy chuckled, sending her cousin a knowing look.

“Oh, yes! Lina, what are your plans for tomorrow?” Jane asked, placing a hand on Catalina’s arm.

“Wait, how come she-”

“Sleep and watch movies.” Lina interjected, ignoring Anne’s declaration. Turning to Jane with a soft smile, she continued. “It won’t be exciting, but it’ll be relaxing.”

Jane nodded, a sweet smile on her face. It amazed Catalina how interested Jane could seem about anything. It wasn’t fake interest either. Lina could sit and describe paint drying and Jane would look at her with interest dancing in her wide, azure eyes.

“What’re you gonna be up to, Janey?” Kit questioned, leaning on the table. “I’m sure Ari doesn’t wanna be alone all day.” The way she glanced at Lina was far too teasing to be accidental. The worst part about her crush was how apparently obvious it was. Anna and Cathy were the denser of the group, and they figured it out first.

Jane’s smile faltered, and it turned anxious. She prodded her yogurt, nudging a blueberry around silently. Dread befell Lina as a tense silence fell over the table.

“You’re kidding, right?” Cathy’s eyes were firm as she asked this, fixed on Jane solemnly. Anne did her best to hide her disappointment, hiding her face behind her curtain of hair. “I thought you were gonna drop him!”

“I was.” Jane pushed her blueberry under the yogurt, refusing to meet her friends’ eyes. “I told him Tuesday, and he asked for another chance-”

“And you gave him one?” Anna demanded, causing Jane to flinch. The red clad woman frowned and sat back down, folding her arms. Lina could understand her friend’s frustration. Jane had come to Anne’s on Monday night, sobbing about how she’d caught Henry sending texts to another woman, asking ‘what to bring’ and ‘Jane won’t know’. The group had had a talk that night, and Jane promised to stick it to Henry the next day.

However, as per usual, Henry squirreled his way out of a break-up by promising to “make it up” with a date.

“Look, he seemed really genuine,” Jane reasoned. No one missed how soft her voice had gone when Anna had raised her own. “If he gets too drunk tonight or makes an excuse to cancel, I’m dropping him. He hasn’t forgotten all week.”

Lina’s heart clenched at Jane’s broken tone. She was convincing herself that Henry would show, rather than her friends. She hated hearing Jane’s attempts to salvage the tiny pieces of her relationship with Henry, but she hated putting Jane down even more.

Placing a hand on the blonde’s, Catalina said, “Just be safe, okay? If anything happens, call us.” She fixed her gaze on Jane, trying to steady her breathing. As much as she hated it, the date was going to happen. She just had to be ready to catch Jane when it fell out.

Jane widened her fingers. Not by much, but just enough for Lina’s fingers to brush in between. The action sparked warmth in the taller woman’s chest, and she watched Jane nod slowly. “Thank you, Lina,” Jane whispered. She looked up, azure eyes void. “May I excuse myself?”

“Of course, querida,” Lina replied, shifting to allow Jane room to leave the table. The blonde gave her friend a tiny smile, before retreating to the restrooms.

Upon looking back at the table, Lina noticed all her friends staring at her, dismay in their eyes. Cathy’s expression said it all, and Lina let her defeated sigh slip. There was no point in trying to fix the problem anymore. There had been a time when Lina would purposefully make plans ahead of Henry, or ask Jane to things first, which kept Henry at a safe distance. Her attempts had declined over the years upon seeing no improvement in their relationship.

Anna laid a hand on Lina’s shoulder, to which the curly-haired woman simply nodded.

Tomorrow felt much less exciting now.

Lina had been right. She’d slept in until one on Saturday, and only got out of bed when her stomach growled at her for food.

She slumped around her house in a hoodie and sweatpants. She had ordered take out for lunch, which she then had delivered to her flat. She’d never done that before, which made her realize why Anne loved lazy weekends.

Lunch was followed by a short yoga session. Lina had picked up yoga in her second year of college. Sitting all day was awful on her back and joints, and she definitely didn’t get enough exercise from just walking to and from campus. Kat had suggested yoga, and Lina was rather impressed with the results it had. Her posture had improved and she no longer felt the need to fidget in her seat.

“How’s the wall coming along?” Lina asked, face buried in her arms as she reached for her toes.

Anna’s voice came through the phone. “It’s halfway done,” she answered. “There’s paint all over me, though, and Kat’s not helping.”

“Excuse me!” Kit’s voice came from somewhere else in the room, making Lina chuckle. “It’s not my fault you put so much stuff where I can’t reach.”

“Anyways,” Anna continued, “how’re you holding up? Being lazy must be so hard.”

Lina sat up, letting out a breath of air. “I don’t know how Anne does it,” Lina replied, feigning exhaustion, before reaching down to her other foot.

Anna laughed, disappearing from the screen as she continued painting.

That call had lasted the hour Lina did her yoga. Anna had hung up when she and Kat ran out for food, waving bye. Lina rolled her mat up and tucked it away in the corner of her living room. With a final stretch to loosen herself up, she changed back into a hoodie and sweats.

The next couple hours were spent napping and scrolling through her phone. A gentle rain had begun to fall, pattering on the windows. Lina checked her phone. 9:43. I should eat something.

She headed for the kitchen and began rummaging for something to heat up. She pulled out a container of mac n’ cheese, shrugged, and popped it into the microwave.

Wine goes with that, right?

Looking back in the fridge, Lina took notice of the wine bottle. It wasn’t until she pulled it out that she realized something.

This was the bottle Jane had given her for her birthday. It was a Spanish red wine, similar to what her abuela used to drink. Lina had tugged Jane into the tightest hug, thanking her over and over.

As one memory of Jane took hold, more and more began to flood Lina’s mind. Memories of school musicals, dances, mall outings, amusement park trips. Every moment with Jane was held close to Lina’s heart, which was breaking with each memory remembered. The thought of her being held by that pig of man was worse than someone ripping Lina’s heart out.

“I should check up on her.” She had gone to reach for her phone, before thinking better of it. No. I don’t wanna piss Henry off by texting during their date. While the thought of Jane on a date with Henry was far from pleasing, it was better than thinking about all the times Jane had looked at Lina as if she were the sun. Lina knew if her mind strayed to Jane, she’d be tense the rest of the night.

Shaking her anxieties off, Catalina poured a glass of wine and waited for her food to finish heating up. She watched the rain drops race down her windows, the rain picking up outside.

The microwave dinged and she pulled the mac n’ cheese out, hissing as the bowl burned her hands. Setting it down, Lina retreated to the living room to search Disney+ for a movie. She settled on Lady and the Tramp, placing the remote back on the coffee table.

And no, not because it was Jane’s favorite.

Lina ran back for her dinner, tucking her phone into her sweat pockets before carrying her bowl and wine out the living room. She reclined back on the arm of the couch, wine glass on the end table and bowl cradled in her lap.

It was halfway through the movie when Lina felt something vibrate against her stomach. She groaned and dug around for her phone. She had just gotten into the perfect position where everything was stretched just right.

She pulled her phone out, took one look at the contact, and her adrenaline shot up. She slid the green button and quickly held the phone to her ear.

“Jane, what’s wrong?”

There was silence on the other end, aside from rain and the faint sound of breathing.

“Lina…”

Catalina was already pulling her coat on with that one word. Jane had sounded shattered on the other end, her sniffles coming through the rain.

“Stay right there, bebé,” Lina ordered. “I’m coming to get you. Where are you?”

“Lina, I-I’m so sorry. H-He-”

“Hush, querida, don’t speak,” Lina interrupted, grabbing her keys and hurrying out the door, forgoing the slides that sat at the door. “Are you home?”

A choked sob echoed in the phone before Jane whispered, “Yes.”

“Alright, hun, I’m on my way,” she assured. “Just stay on the phone, please.”

A whimpered ‘ok’ was all she got to confirm Jane had heard. Catalina watched the rain smack off her window, and she gripped the steering wheel tighter. She could only assume two things, neither of which she wanted to dwell on. Jane’s broken tone was already enough for Lina to rip the steering wheel right off the dashboard.

“Don’t worry, Jane, I’m almost there,” Lina murmured, taking the turn at the intersection.

It was a fight to not go over the speed limit, to which she was already surpassing. All the while she spoke words of comfort into the phone, Jane’s sobs echoing in her ear.

She pulled to a stop in front of Jane’s apartment complex, and through the heavy downpour, she took notice of a petite blonde. Lina leapt from her car, hurrying to Jane’s side. She was seated under the small overhang of the building, but she was absolutely drenched.

Mascara ran down Jane’s cheeks in rivers, the rain water spreading it over her face. Her blonde hair, which Catalina could only assume had once been wavy and conditioned, was soaked and mattered. Blonde strands plastered to Jane’s face, and her chin quivered as she forced back tears.

“Oh, cariño,” Lina gasped, taking notice of Jane’s dress. “Usaste el nuevo.”

A sob broke through Jane’s lips and she buried her face in her hands. Lina knelt down, gently pulling the blonde to the ground, and tucked the sobbing woman into her chest. Jane’s hands fisted into Lina’s coat instantly, and she cried into her friend’s neck.

“Oh, Lina, I-I’m such an idiot!” Jane cried, knuckles jabbing into Catalina’s chest. “I should’ve listened to you! You were right; you were all right! I’m so stupid!”

“No, no, querida,” Lina soothed, pressing Jane closer to her body. “You’re not stupid, never say that.”

Jane shook with another sob. “B-But if I had just listened to you-” Jane paused to sniff, another sob choking out. “I-If I had just dropped h-him like you said, then you wouldn’t have to be h-here in the rain with me.”

“Jane, no.” Lina sat back, holding Jane back to look her in the eyes. “It doesn’t matter what day it is, nor the weather. I’d come to you in a blizzard on foot if you needed me.” Shrugging out of her coat, Lina pulled the garment over Jane’s shoulders and pulled her in. “Now, how about you come with me? I have wine.”

Another sniffle followed by a nod against her chest was all the confirmation Lina needed. She took Jane’s hands in her own, helping her to her feet. Catalina pulled the coat over Jane’s head while she opened the car door.

Holding the door open, Lina helped Jane duck into the car. Once she was situated, Lina ran to the driver’s side and quickly dove in. The rain was pounding the roof of the car, the window being splattered with drops faster than the wipers could clean them.

Jane was shivering in the seat, clutching Catalina’s coat tight to her body. Lina’s heart sank and she offered her hand to the woman. The blonde took it immediately, silent tears still flowing down her cheeks. The drive home was silent, golden eyes fixed ahead while azure focused down, hands intertwined.

Lina scooped Jane out of the passenger seat, carrying her to the door and setting her down only to open the door. Jane kept her face tucked into Lina’s neck until they reached the bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Lina whispered, cupping Jane’s sticky cheeks. Jane nodded weakly and Lina began searching for the make-up wipes.

She pulled the wipes out and gently swiped it over Jane’s cheek. The blonde tensed, but slowly relaxed into the movements. Lina tossed the now-black wipe and pulled another out. This time, when she wiped Jane’s cheek, Lina felt her press into her touch. Her cheeks warmed with a pink dust, and she was thankful for Jane’s shut eyes.

“Do you want to get a shower?” Lina gently brushed Jane’s arm, noting the goosebumps trailing up her skin. Jane nodded again, and Lina pulled a white towel out from under the sink. “You’re favorite color.”

A tiny, watery smile tugged at Jane’s lips, and Lina mentally patted herself on the back. “I have an extra loofa in there, it’s the black one, and you can use my body wash and stuff.”

She moved to leave the bathroom, when Jane let a small noise escape. Lina looked back and her heart melted at the sight of Jane brushing through her wet hair. “C-Can you wait outside? I don’t want to be alone…” Her voice drifted off towards the end, and Lina returned to her friend’s side.

Taking Jane’s small, shivering hand in her warm ones, Lina looked sincerely into Jane’s eyes. “I’ll be just beyond the door, alright? You can shout to check.”

Jane’s eyes softened, and a new emotion flickered in them. Lina slowly released the blonde’s hand and retreated from the bathroom.

She stood outside of the bathroom for the entirety of Jane’s shower.

Not once did Jane check if Lina had stayed.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Lina stood up from the wall. Jane stepped close to her, wrapped in the towel. Her hand brushed Lina’s, and the taller woman took it gently. “I have a fresh load of laundry in my room,” she said, leading Jane to her bedroom. “I’ll get you something warm.”

Lina found a sweater and pair of sweats that would hopefully tie tight enough for Jane. She left the blonde to change, and her jaw nearly hit the floor when she came back in.

The sweater fell down to Jane’s mid-thigh, hanging off one shoulder. Lina’s face flushed and she coughed into her hand, attempting to hide her gay panic. Stop it. Jane needs you. Swallowing, Lina stepped into the room. “How’re you feeling?”

Jane looked down, bringing her hands up to clutch her forearms. “Better, I guess,” she mumbled. Her drying blonde hair fell over her face in a curtain.

Lina made her way towards the blonde. She placed a gentle hand on the small of Jane’s back. Suddenly, arms looped around Lina’s neck and tugged her in. Jane’s nose brushed the column of her throat, causing a blush to spread up the taller woman’s cheeks.

“Thank you, Lina,” Jane whispered, voice tight. Lina smiled, wrapping her arms around Jane’s waist and setting her chin on her head.

“Anytime, mi querida,” Lina murmured.

They ended up on the couch, Lina reclined against the armrest once more with Jane cuddled into her side. Both nursed a glass of Spanish wine, eyes fixed on the TV. Lina threw occasional looks towards Jane, checking to make sure the blonde was okay.

In truth, Lina wanted to ask her exactly what had happened. Jane was always down after dates with Henry, but never was she so upset to the point of crying. Taking a sip of her wine, Lina turned her gaze on Jane. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jane took a long sip of wine, lips remaining pressed to the glass. Lina bit her lip and set her glass down. “You don’t have to,” she added. “I just think it’d be best if I knew a little.”

“No, you’re right,” Jane said, clutching the neck of her glass. “You deserve to know.”

Lina set her hand on Jane’s shoulder, pulling her a bit closer. “Jane, I’m always gonna be here for you, alright?” She fixed her eyes on the blonde. “If you’re not ready to talk, that’s perfectly okay. I just want to know at some point.”

Jane nodded, taking a small sip from her wine. Silence followed, to which Lina picked up her own glass and returned to watching the movie. If Jane didn’t want to share, that was fine with her. She’d wait for years if that’s what Jane needed.

“He left me there.”

She nearly choked on her wine, spitting it back into the glass. Jane looked at her with worried eyes, placing a hand on her side. Lina set her glass down and sharply turned to face Jane. “He what?”

Jane bit her lip, averting her eyes from Lina’s. “He said he’d pick me up at nine,” Jane said. Her voice was tight with sadness and underlying anger. “He promised me. He kept telling me all week that it’d be great.” She faltered, staring down at her drink.

Lina’s dread was replaced by rage. Jane had sounded so sure that Henry would make it up to her. She sounded far from excited, but she was hopeful. Even Lina had a tiny spark of hope that Henry would make an effort for Jane. But he hadn’t even bothered to show up!

“I should have listened to you.” Jane sounded defeated, her fingers tapping the glass. “I guess that’s one thing he was honest about. I really am an idiot.”

Lina slid off the couch and took Jane’s hands, holding them to her chest. “Jane Seymour, you listen to me.” She waited until Jane’s azure eyes met her golden ones. “You are a wonderful woman. You’ve been my dearest friend all my life, and I would rather freeze hell over than listen to you speak horrible things about yourself. You are such a kind woman, with a heart undeserving of the cruelty in this world.

“You are not an idiot, and I will keep telling you this until you realize it’s true.” Lina moved her hands to cup Jane’s face, brushing her cheek lightly. “So please, all I ask of you, is to remember how truly remarkable you are; both inside and out.”

Jane’s eyes glittered with tears, small streams glistening down her cheeks. She cupped one of the hands on her cheeks, pressing into it as she nodded. Lina smiled softly, stretching forward onto her knees to touch her forehead to Jane’s.

“You’re so kind to me,” Jane murmured, a watery smile appearing on her face. Lina chuckled and kissed the blonde’s forehead.

“Only ever for you.”

The soft look of trust that flushed over Jane’s eyes, along with the tiny giggle, was enough to melt Lina’s heart. She pulled herself back onto the couch, and giggled as Jane snuggled back into her. As Jane’s head settled beneath Catalina’s chin, the blonde whispered, “Thank you, again, Lina. For everything you’ve done.”

Lina pulled the blanket over the two and held Jane close. “I’ll always be here for you, querida.”

The two stayed close, cocooned in the blanket as the Disney movie carried on quietly. Lina melted into Jane’s presence, burying her nose in soft blonde hair. She felt Jane smile against her neck and Lina placed another kiss on the crown of Jane’s head.

“I love you, Lina.”

Jane’s breath tickled Lina’s neck as she spoke. Her words sent goosebumps up Lina’s skin, but she replied without hesitation. “I love you, too, Jane.”

And though she knew they both meant different things, one of platonic origin and the other romantic, Lina knew that Jane meant it. That she loved Lina as much as she loved Jane. And that was enough to make her forget about destroying Henry.

#six the musical #aramour #catherine of aragon #jane seymour #anna of cleves #katherine howard #anne boleyn #catherine parr #fanfic

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commanderrivercc-3628 · 4 years ago

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Rose Petal: Chapter 1

pairing: Wolffe x fem!Reader

warnings: cursing, horrible views towards clone(I’m sorry)

word count: 1,951

Fluff/Angst

notes: I would like to give a special thanks to my best friend (@jelisnail) for coming up with the baby’s name. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to post this. I hope you like it.

Tags: @jelisnail, @catsnkooks, @queenchaos-5

Wolffe sat in the back of the cab, holding a small bundle of blankets close to his chest. Tears that had once poured down his face had long since dried, leaving stained streaks on his cheeks. Wolffe’s eyes were still puffy and the tip of his nose was pink. Wolffe was in a daze, lost in his own thoughts as he stared out the window next to him, hardly able to focus on the speeders rushing past him. The lights of the other speeders blurred at the speed.

‘Why couldn't you have stayed?’ Wolffe thought. ‘How can you expect me to do this? I don’t know what I’m doing.’

Wolffe wanted to cry again, but he had no tears left. He was at a complete and utter loss. He hadn’t felt this broken since the Separatists killed the majority of his original battalion. His vod. Leaving only himself, Boost, and Sinker.

He was pulled away from his thoughts by soft cooing coming from the bundle in his arms. Wolffe looked down at the bundle, seeing the face of the small baby it held. He smiled softly at the baby, who was looking up at him with big golden-brown eyes. His baby. His daughter. Wolffe slowly lifts his hand and lightly boops her nose, drawing out a little giggle from the baby. Wolffe leans down and presses a small kiss to her forehead. As he pulled back, Wolffe saw a big smile on his daughter’s face.

“Alright, buddy, we’re here.” the driver said, as the cab slowed to a stop.

Wolffe passed him credits and carefully exited the cab. He watched as it sped away. He sighed and started walking back towards the barracks, trying to figure out what to do with his daughter. He wasn’t just going to abandon her.

‘This wasn’t part of the plan. Sera wasn’t supposed to-’ Wolffe thought.

He sighed again. He needed a new plan. Who could he go to for help? Wolffe’s eyes widened in realization.

“(Y/N),” Wolffe said out loud, looking at his baby, who only blink at him in response. “She’ll help us, ad’ika. I know she will.”

You were Wolffe’s best friend, but it wasn’t always that way. You two met when you arrived to the 104th as a civilian medic. You two instantly disagreed on everything. Wolffe refused to believe you actually cared for the clones. That is until he got hurt. Ventress attacked him with her lightsabers, resulting in Wolffe losing his right eye. You were the one who treated him, took care of him. After that, Wolffe saw you differently. He actually talked to you. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. And one thing led to another.

You were the only one who knew about the baby. Though you both suspected Plo Koon knew and he just didn’t mention it. Though neither of you knew for sure. That’s why Wolffe instantly thought of you. Not that he didn’t trust his vod. It’s the fact that they wouldn’t know what to do any more than he did. Since you were a civvie doctor, however, he figured you were his best bet.

He quickly made his way to your barracks. He’d apologize later for how late it was. He checked the chrono on the wall: 0300 hours. He sighed and pounded on your door. He heard grumbling on the other side. The door opened and revealed an extremely grumpy you.

“Do you have any idea what time it-,” You paused, realizing who was at your door. “Wolffe. What’s wro-.”

You stopped when you saw the bundle of blankets in his arms. Your eyes doubled in size. You instantly looked up at Wolffe’s face, seeing nothing but anxiety, fear, and sadness.

“Come in.” You said, moving out of the doorway for Wolffe to make his way into the room.

You closed the door behind him. As you turn back around, you see Wolffe standing awkwardly in the middle of your barracks. You could tell he was trying to think of what to say. You’d never seen Wolffe at such an utter loss for words. It hurt you to see him this way.

“Wolffe?” you asked, drawing his attention. “What happened?”

He sighed, still clutching the baby.

“She left. Sera left. She kriffing ran away!” He yelled.

The baby began wailing. Wolffe winced and tried rocking her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. You stepped forward and looked at Wolffe. Wolffe nodded and reluctantly handed you the baby he hadn’t let go of since he left the hospital. As soon as the girl was in your arms, she instantly calmed down with the help of your gentle rocking and soothing shushes. Wolffe let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m not even gonna ask how you did that.”

“What do you mean she ran away, Wolffe?”

“I just… I just went to go get caf.”

“She’s beautiful, Sera,” Wolffe said in awe as he stared at his sleeping daughter.

“Yeah.”

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Wolffe asked.

“No.”

“Um, al-alright. Hey, I’m-I’m gonna go get some caf real quick. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Sera didn’t respond and Wolffe decided just to take it as a yes. As he made his way to the mess, all he could think about was the precious baby girl in her mother’s arms. From the moment he saw that little girl, he knew he’d protect her with his life. He’d do anything for her. She was his world. And if doing anything for her meant he’d have to live the rest of his short life with Sera, then he would. He’d do it in a heartbeat. As much as he’d hate to do so.

Wolffe got his caf and made his way back to the hospital room. Once he got there his brows furrowed in confusion. The baby was there, but Sera wasn’t. In her place on the bed was a note.

‘Wolffe,

I’m not going to do this, and trust me I’m not sorry about it. I can’t raise a baby with something like you. A clone, not even a real person. Just an object owned by the Republic. Something for me to use for my own pleasure. Something to die alone and forgotten on some battlefield. And then I got pregnant with your spawn. A punishment I didn’t deserve. I’m not going to sit around and raise your baby, if you can even call that thing a baby at all, while you go running around the galaxy, leaving me to do everything. But I’m not going to do that. We both know we don’t love each other, and I certainly don’t love that thing you put inside me. And I know you were going to leave me. That is until you found out I was pregnant with your whatever it is. Don’t even bother trying to find me. I’ll be long gone, starting a life with a person, a human, a real man. Not some freak laboratory experiment like you. Oh, and name the little monster whatever you want, I don’t care.

Sera’

Wolffe crumpled the note in pure anger. But then tears started to fall, but not for Sera. She was right he didn’t love her, and he was going to leave her until he found out she was pregnant. No. He cried because of his daughter and how Sera called her a ‘thing’. And be really couldn’t care less about what Sera thought of him, because he already knew it was true. He was just a clone. Expendable. Property of the Republic. A weapon, created to destroy and die. But that beautiful baby girl was NOT a thing. NOT a monster. She was a person. One who deserved the world.

‘It’s my fault,’ Wolffe thought. ‘If she hadn’t been my baby, she would still have a mother. She could have the life she deserved. Maybe I should give her her best shot and give her to a couple who can take care of her and give her a normal life.’

He dropped the note, letting it fall to the ground, and made his way other to the small bassinet that held his world. His heart. Tears still pour down his cheeks. He looked at the small girl. He gently picked her up, and gently held her in his arms, making sure to support her head just like the nurse had instructed him to do. His heart melted as she slowly opened her eyes to look up at him. They were golden-brown, the same as his. He knew then and there, that he’d never give up his daughter. He would fight until his last breath to keep her.

“Wolffe, I am so sorry.” You paused looking down at the now sleeping baby. “I can’t believe Sera said all those horrible things about you and the baby.”

“Yeah, Sera shouldn’t have kriffing said banthashit about my daughter.”

“She shouldn’t have said that banthashit about you either, Wolffe.”

“It’s the truth, (Y/N).”

“Gods, Wolffe, no it’s not. You’re a man, not an object. You’re a person. You’re not something she can use. You’re a human being with feelings and emotions. I wished you’d understand that.”

Wolffe didn’t meet your gaze as you both stayed quiet for a few moments. Wolffe broke the silence first.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, (Y/N). I want to keep her. I have to keep her, but I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”

You hummed at that. Thinking of how you could help Wolffe. You rolled your eyes.

‘Damn Republic and your stupid prejudice and you unfair rules towards the clones.’ You thought.

If clones were allowed to have children this would be a lot easier to deal with. Wolffe could get decommissioned if this got out. You knew his vod would protect both Wolffe and their new niece. And General Plo certainly wouldn’t let anything happen to them either.

“I’ll help you, Wolffe.”

He smiled at me.

“I figured you would, but I just don’t know how to do this. How do I even be a father? How am I gonna watch my daughter while I’m planetside, trying to keep myself, the General, and my vod alive?”

You think for a moment, then smile. You still hold the baby in your arms.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you other than you’ll figure out how to be a father. That’s what everyone has to do. As far as watching the baby… I can watch her.”

Wolffe’s brows shoot up and his jaw drops.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I offered and I’d be glad to do it. Look, I’m not a field medic, meaning I’m almost never planetside. Meaning your daughter will be safe with me away from all the shooting and explosions.”

Wolffe sighed, seeing no other option that didn’t involve giving up his daughter. He nodded reluctantly in agreement.

“What do we do now?” Wolffe asked.

“Well, for right now, you need to sleep.”

Wolffe went to protest.

“No, Wolffe I’m guessing you haven’t slept in hours because of the baby being born. I’ll stay up and watch her. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow. I already have some ideas I need to think more about.”

Wolffe nodded and you gestured to your cot. Wolffe plopped down on it and closed his eyes.

“Wolffe?”

He hummed in response.

“What’s her name?”

Wolffe opened his eyes and looked at the bundle in your arms. He thought for a second before smiling at the baby.

“Rose.” He whispered so softly you almost couldn’t hear him. “My little rose petal.”

#commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #commander wolffe x you #wolffe #commander wolffe #rose petal fic #the clone wars fic #the clone wars #(Y/N)

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emy-loves-you · 4 years ago

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The Prince, The Knight, and The Assassin Chapter Two

The Day Before, Part One

Summary: A little snippet of Prince Patton’s daily life

Chapter One | Masterlist | Chapter Three

Warnings: Child neglect, post-breakup arguments, mentions of eating people and drowning at the beginning (they’re talking about Little Red Riding Hood)

“But red-cap went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.”

“Wait a minute!” One of the children called out, his shaggy brown hair flopping to the side as he tilted his head. “My Mum told me that the wolf ate little red-cap and her grandmother, not tie them up in a sack!”

“Yeah!” Another child piped up, sticking his pudgy hand up to the sky. “And my Pa said there was another wolf, who fell into the stone trough and drowned!”

The storyteller hummed, closing his book. “Those are your parent’s stories. Jonathan, did your mother’s story have them eat freshly-baked cookies and milk instead of cake and whine?”

The brown haired boy, Jonathan, frowned. “No.”

The storyteller hummed. “Samuel, did your father’s story have red-cap sing your favorite song while she picked the flowers?”

The other child, Samuel, shook his head.

The storyteller smiled. “Everyone can have their own story. Those are your parent’s stories. This,” He gestured to the book, “is our story. And that makes it special.” Someone coughed behind them and the storyteller sighed. “I’m afraid that’s the last story for today, Kiddos!”

Both children whined, grabbing onto the sleeves of the storyteller’s shirt. “Please don’t go Patton!” Jonathan begged. “Just one more story?”

The storyteller, Patton, smiled softly. He was about to speak when another cough, more impatient this time, sounded behind them. Patton sighed, standing up. “I’m sorry Kiddos, I have to go. But if I have time tomorrow I’ll be at the Mayfairs’ tomorrow, so if you wanna hear more stories make sure you go and give them a visit!” He booped their noses and the two boys giggled, immediately letting go of his arms. Patton chuckled and walked away. “Goodbye Jonathan, goodbye Samuel!”

“Bye Patton!” The boys called out, and Patton smiled softly as walked across the field. On the other side of the field stood his personal guard, his gaze unwavering as he searched for any sign of danger. It was a sight that usually made Patton giggly with butterflies in his tummy, but now it only made him feel sad and alone.

As he approached, the man’s face went through a myriad of emotions, each one Patton knew by heart, before settling on despondency. “Your Highness.” He said stiffly, bowing his head.

Patton frowned, his heart breaking into a thousand pieces at the gesture. “Roman, please drop the formalities. You know how uncomfortable they make me-”

Roman interrupted him, his voice cold and emotionless as he spoke. “It would be scandalous if I were to refer to a betrothed prince with anything other than his title.”

The words felt like a punch to the gut and Patton looked away, ashamed. “You know I had no choice-”

Roman cut him off again, his voice still emotionless as he spoke. “I’ve already given my opinion on the matter.”

Patton frowned as they climbed onto their horses, traveling the rest of their way to the castle in silence. It’s been 2 days since Patton was informed that he was now betrothed to the High Queen of the Dark Kingdom, and Patton’s had this same argument with Roman the entire time. Before the announcement, the two of them had been dating in secret for almost 2 years. But now that Patton was betrothed, he decided to break up with Roman so as to not lead him on. The resulting argument had not gone well.

“I can’t do that, Patton!” Roman shouted, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t pretend to just be your friend. I spent years being ‘just your friend,’ watching from the sidelines and practically begging for your affection. I can’t go back to that, not after all I’ve had. After all we’ve had. If I look at you as anything other than a Prince after this, my heart will shatter into thousands of pieces, over and over again, knowing that you have my heart but I can no longer have yours.”

Patton had sobbed himself to sleep that night, as he had the night after and most likely will tonight. Patton hoped that his new bride wouldn’t mind a pillow that was always wet with tears.

When they got back to the castle, Roman stood quiet and attentive as always. He followed Patton down the halls and to the throne room, where Patton’s parents sat on their ornate thrones. Patton always hated those thrones. He hated everything about this wretched castle. It was all expensive and uncomfortable, it’s only purpose was to show everyone else how wealthy the royal family was. Patton was confident he could sell any of the jewels on his mother’s neck and have enough money to feed a small community for a week and still have some pocket change left over.

Patton bowed his head while Roman kneeled to the ground behind him. “Mother, Father.”

“Where were you this evening? The servants went to collect you for your royal fitting.” Queen Karen asked, not even bothering to fully address her son.

Patton was confused and irritated, but he didn’t let it show. “I wasn’t made aware that my fitting was scheduled for today. Why was I not informed last night? Or perhaps today during lunch?” He ignored her question, knowing by this point giving even the slightest detail would be disastrous. If he was caught lying, they’d make sure that he’d never leave the castle until he was married and shipped off to the Dark Kingdom. If he told them he left the castle, they would push for answers until he gave them the names of the families he visited, who would then be taxed to the point of bankruptcy. Even though they didn’t harm Patton physically, they still made it their goal in life to make him miserable.

They both ignored the question as King Jacob spoke, his voice rough with irritation. “The tailor will come back tomorrow afternoon. You will be waiting for him in the fitting room.”

Patton ignored the flash of rage he felt at his father’s choice of words. Joan was a talented tailor, one of the best tailors in the kingdom. They were also nonbinary, but Patton’s father chose to ignore that little detail. “Yes, Father.” Patton said impassively.

“You are dismissed.” Both royals said at once, and Patton wasted no time as he made his way out of the throne room, Roman rising up and following close behind.

The rest of the night was a rather…intense affair. Patton would travel throughout the castle to perform his nightly duties. Roman would follow close behind, his face stoic and stance rigid. Patton was used to this, as Roman had been doing this since he was first appointed as Patton’s personal guard. But usually, there was a sense of underlying affection; a small smile, a certain light in his eyes, a small lilt in his voice as he addressed Patton. But now it was all gone. No more hidden affection, no more pretending to be cold and distant. Now it was real, and Patton couldn’t even look in Roman’s direction without his heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

By the time all of Patton’s tasks were done, the sun had long since set and everyone had gone to bed. Patton quickly made his way to his chambers, his heart heavy as Roman followed close behind. Normally they would enter his room together, and they would laugh and kiss and touch each other in the safety of his room. But now they would simply part ways once they reached the door. The thought of Roman coldly turning back the second they reached his room hurt the prince in a way he didn’t expect. They were nearing Patton’s room when he muttered, mostly to himself. “I can find my chambers on my own. You don’t need to follow me the entire way.”

Roman frowned. “It would be improper to have you journey there alone.” There was an edge to it, a sliver of emotion, more than anything Patton had gotten since their fight two days ago.

Rather than comforting him, however, it only served to fuel his irritation. “I assure you I am fine. I do not need you to wait on me constantly. I can take care of myself.”

Roman huffed as they reached the door. “It is my duty to make sure that nothing happens to you. Your own ability to defend yourself is irrelevant. I am only here to protect you, nothing more.”

A part of Patton knew that Roman still cared. That he was only being cold and repetitive to protect himself. But that part of Patton was overshadowed by the anger boiling over inside him. It wasn’t like his previous anger, which was bright and hot and loud. This anger was tinged with too many emotions to be violent. It was filled with depression, fatigue, and hopelessness.

Patton quickly pulled Roman into his room, slamming the door shut behind them. “I can’t.” He thought he heard something rustle but he ignored it, instead focused on Roman’s glare. “I can’t spend every day pretending that this never happened. I can’t handle your cold shoulder, or the constant bite in your voice. It’s not my fault, and I can’t handle your anger! I can handle the townspeople’s anger about the war. I can handle my parents anger at how much of a disappointment I am.” His voice started to crack as he barely held back a sob. “But I can’t handle yours.”

Roman had stayed silent the whole time, his face impassive. But Patton could tell that Roman was just on the edge of exploding, his stance rigid as he finally spoke. “What should I do then?” Patton knew that Roman was holding himself back from yelling. He’d been doing that since their fight two days ago, when his shouting had reduced Patton to uncontrollable sobs. But for some reason his cold aloofness hurt Patton even more. He knew it wasn’t true, but it was like Roman couldn’t even be bothered to be angry with him. Like Patton didn’t even deserve that.

“I-” Patton took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I need some space. And some time. To process all of this. And I’m sure you do too.” He looked away, not able to meet Roman’s gaze as tears started welling up in his eyes. “I’ll escort myself to Joan tomorrow, then I shall retreat to the library for the rest of the day. Take the day off tomorrow. I think some time alone will do good for the both of us.”

Roman remained quiet for several minutes, simply staring at the tears in the prince’s eyes. The moment of silence felt like an eternity, until eventually Roman nodded sharply. “Have a pleasant evening, Your Highness.” Then he spun around and left.

Patton stared at the spot Roman had been standing in, his heart breaking into a thousand pieces at the blatant dismissal. He didn’t even say sweet dreams. A tear rolled down Patton’s face but he ignored it, getting ready for bed. He didn’t even bother changing out of his current clothes or taking off his glasses, instead just removing his boots and plopping into his bed. He felt the urge to sob as tears rolled down his face but he ignored it. He was too tired to cry tonight. He did this particular stab to the heart himself, after all. He was the one who told Roman to go away.

After nearly an hour of just laying there and silently crying, Patton finally drifted off into a fitful slumber. Unaware of the person lurking underneath him, patiently waiting for their moment to strike.

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ducktracy · 4 years ago

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176. porky’s garden (1937)

release date: september 11th, 1937

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: mel blanc (porky, chickens), george humbert (neighbor), earle hodgins (salesman)

this would be tex avery’s final black and white cartoon until 1941, and his second to last porky cartoon. how time flies! i enjoy his porky entries a lot. the blow out, the village smithy, and of course porky’s duck hunt are all shorts of his that i find myself coming back to frequently. but, of course, greater tex cartoons lie ahead. interestingly enough, this is also the second and final credit for animator elmer wait, who passed away in july of 1937. chuck jones once described him as “a fine young assistant animator who died too young." i’ve heard speculation that tex’s little-known character elmer fudd was named in wait’s honor--i’m not sure if it was that, or the fact that every other cartoon character in the 1930′s was named elmer, but this is a claim i can find myself believing with more conviction than other animation claims. for now, we visit farmer porky, who’s eager to enter the local contest for the largest home grown product. however, his stereotypical italian neighbor seeks to out-perform him at any cost.

this cartoon is a peculiar anomaly in the tex avery-verse, in that it feels much more like the 1936 avery porky cartoons than the 1937 bunch—and almost deliberately, too. the cartoon starts off very similarly to his first directorial entry, gold diggers of ‘49, laying out the time (1927), the place (podunk center), and the population 500 502 — mrs. castle bottom just had twins!). though tex would constantly reuse gags all throughout his career (and quite well, often elevating the hyperactivity of the gag), it’s rather uncharacteristic for him to reuse a gag for nostalgic purposes. nevertheless, the opening is amusing, and faster paced than its facsimile over at gold diggers of ‘49. the sound of the baby wail as the 500 is replaced with 502 is an extra bonus.

a sign gag featuring the tried and true income tax gag (which has been used, and will continue to be used, in a number of cartoons--tex’s milk and money is another porky entry that uses this gag):

porky is amongst the group crowding around the sign, joyfully declaring that he’s going to win first prize with his garden. cue the antagonist of the picture, porky’s curious italian neighbor, voiced by george humbert. humbert was an italian actor, starring in a large number of hollywood films throughout the ‘30′s and ‘40′s. if i recall, bob clampett once mentioned that tex would go to the movies to get ideas, no doubt his reasoning for getting humbert to do the cartoon. humbert’s vocals shine and add a lot of vitality to this otherwise tame entry. speaking of, italian neighbor is quick to contradict porky: “ohohohoho no, i gonna ween with my cheeken!” with that, he leapfrogs over porky, who is quick to bumble along after him.

we get a brief overhead shot of the two neighbors and their respective houses, the overhead shot once again calling back to earlier porky entries such as milk and money. the competitors both go to their gardens to out-perform the other. cue a short gardening sequence with porky, who uses his straightened out tail to dig holes in the soil, big enough to drop seeds in. his neighbor, on the other hand, concocts a meal full of vitamins and tonics for his chickens cheekens, narrating all the way. the underscore is a stalling favorite, “chicken reel”, and if my memory is correct, i BELIEVE this is the first instance it’s used in a warner bros. short? cue a seemingly arbitrary cut back to porky, who finishes the job of planting. back to the neighbor who summons his chickens to eat his mystery feed of who-knows-what. the chickens dig in... only to halt, spit out the food, and hold their noses (beaks) in disgust. great timing--the drawings especially of the chickens rejecting the food feel quite avery-esque, which is nice: it’s always nice to feel the personal touches of the director.

cut back to porky, a cue of “carolina in the morning” (which is impossible for me to hear without thinking of daffy kaye’s rendition of it in the anomaly that is book revue) underscoring his plan to use hair growth tonic as a means of growing a quick, hearty, full harvest. the scene is cute, yet sluggish--if the cartoon were made even 5 years later, it would have been twice as fast, if not more so. nevertheless, his plan works: the ground shakes beneath him, and crops as tall as the eye can see spurt out from the soil. satisfied, old pigdonald strolls inside, “uh-veh-vuh-vo-do-de-oh”ing and “uh-uh-eh-beh-beh-boop-de-oop”ing all the way along (to remind our audience that this cartoon takes place in 1927--because, why not, right?)

meanwhile, pesky neighbor pops his head over the fence, equally as impressed with the results as porky. perfect food to fatten up the cheekens! the animation of the neighbor is rich and full, humbert’s vocals of course magnifying the quality. with that, the neighbor loosens up one of the boards in the fence, sparking the feeding frenzy: “come an’ get it!”

the chickens do just that. calling back to the days of porky the rain-maker (where there were vegetable gags galore), we get a montage of semi-amusing “chickens eating vegetables in creative ways” gags. one chicken uses a tomato vine as a straw, sucking out the pulp from all of the tomatoes connected. another rolls a line of peas straight into its mouth, rolling up the shell like a toothpaste tube.

though the gags rouse polite chuckles at most today, the most uproarious gag is the last one: a chicken and a baby chick fight over a watermelon. big cheeken asserts its authority by flicking the baby chick away, spouting tearful insults at the bully chicken. just then, fortune: the chick spots a patch of spinach, the seeds belonging to jones (yes, that chuck jones--whose birthday is today! happy birthday, chuck!) garden company. i can’t say this with staunch certainty, but i do have reason to believe that this cartoon was backlogged for a few months: chuck jones would have been at bob clampett’s unit during the time of this cartoon’s release, but the allusion to his name, the animation of this scene looking peculiarly reminiscent of bob clampett’s animation, and the lack of irv spence animation leads me to believe as such. nevertheless, as you may be able to surmise, the chick transforms into a caricature of popeye, complete with jack mercer-esque mumblings and popeye speak. the newly transformed chick socks the chicken right in the face, usurping the half-eaten watermelon slice and gobbling it down all in one go. easily the highlight of the cartoon, and a gag that can be appreciated regardless of time period.

one last eating gag of a chicken plucking a ripe worm from an apple (fittingly scored to “in the shade of the old apple tree”). the joke suffers from constipated timing, more on the part of carl stalling than the animator. there is a nice, quick, shiver take as the chicken attempts to rip the apple open into two halves. fade out.

fade back in on the feeding frenzy. porky takes notice, and is not happy about it. he does a lumbering, quick little run that calls back to the 1936 porky entries where he was much more short and squat (virgil ross animation?), zooming out of screen, then back in again to retrieve a nearby broom. porky swats the chickens frantically, but to no avail: despite his angry demands for them to get out, they continue to eat.

virgil ross animates the next scene as porky confronts his neighbor: “hey, n-nn-ne-neighbor, eh-teh-teh-tell your cheh-cheh-cheh-chi-chickens to keep outta my uh-geh-eh-geh-eh-geh-garden!” the neighbor complies, his vocals hilariously disingenuous as he haggles with the chickens, who, predictably ignore him. thus sparks an overly-profuse string of excuses from the neighbor, who doth protest too much. “you see? i talk to them! but a-they don’t listen to me!” he pauses. “i’m too sorry for you.” another pause, just as we think he’s finished. “...but i cannot talk-a cheeken talk!” one more pause. “i can no make-a the cheeken coming out!”

neighbor finally leaves the disgruntled pig to his own devices, laughing as he talks to the audience. “eet’za too bad...” he looks at the audience and gives them a knowing wink as he finishes “but not too bad!” overall, a great scene. humbert’s vocals are divine, as is the comedic timing. porky’s befuddlement by the rapid-fire responses from his neighbor is another plus.

back to a downtrodden porky, who mournfully sulks along to a succinctly timed rendition of “am i blue?” (if you listen closely, you can hear the beats lining up exactly with his footsteps.) suddenly, a thick vine growing out of the patch catches his eye. he follows the vine, pulling it like a rope...

and the perfect solution awaits on the other side of the fence: a giant pumpkin! perfect for the harvest contest.

porky lugs his new prize out from the fence, which instantly attracts the attention of the hungry chickens. spark the ever transformative avery moment, where the cartoon halts to make a big production out of nowhere--in this case, football. the favorite “freddy the freshman” score serves as the backing track of the makeshift football game as the chickens line up to take position: “HIKE!”

the next sequence appears to be animated by chuck jones: porky runs long, pumpkin in hand as he swats away the oncoming rush of chickens. the extra touches of making porky do some twirls and swivels as he attempts to maintain balance are not taken for granted. a nice straight-ahead shot of the football field turned garden, with a trellis in the foreground and clothesline in the background to form goal posts--very clever!

it’s not the chickens who serve as porky’s pumpkin demise, but rather a spare crate left on the ground. porky trips, horrified as he watches his pumpkin launch into the air and across the yard. we get a tashlin-esque concealed pan as porky darts through his house to retrieve his prize, the action obscured: we only see a brief glimpse of the house’s facade, the drumroll and sound effect of the airborne pumpkin being our only indicator to the success of the stunt. thankfully, porky shuffles out of the other end just in time to catch his pumpkin (topped off with a triumphant “ta-da!” fanfare.) wasting no more time, porky dashes down the road and off to the fair. meanwhile, the neighbor’s chickens are all plumped up, ready to win the first-a prize.

“the merry go round broke down” scores the scenes at the fair as we catch our hero bumbling along with his prize pumpkin into the fair, neighbor and cheekens not far behind. there’s a line of posters advertising the various attractions at the fair, including a caricature of bobe cannon (once more reinforcing the idea that this cartoon was back-logged: he would have been at the clampett unit by the time of the cartoon’s release.)

earle hodgins voices the salesman (a specialty of his--he played the pill-peddling salesman in porky the rain-maker, as well as the oil huckster honest john in get rich quick porky) peddling the miracle “reducing pills”. his test subject? an elephant. the salesman pops a pill in the elephant’s mouth, who stares at the audience nonplussed as he shrinks to the size of a mouse... literally.

the next scene of the salesman is great, as it’s full of energy, zaniness, and fervor. i wonder if it’s a clampett scene? the voice of the salesman rises into astronomical pitch as he describes the size of “teensy, weensy, weensy, bitsy, weensy, teeny little mouse”, capping it all off with a flamboyant “WOO!” and pose. the pose looks similar to the same one struck by daffy in clampett’s entry the henpecked duck 4 years later, hence my reasoning. nevertheless, a great scene of zany eye candy.

peddling his wares, the salesman accidentally knocks over a spare bottle of reducing pills, right in the trajectory of the passing cheekens. and, predictably, the cheekens devour the pills in no-time.

cue a rather blunt cut to porky, who’s about to receive first prize for his pumpkin, standing on stage and politely soaking in the glory. just as the judge reaches to give him his dough, he halts, spotting the ginormous array of poultry behind the pig. the judge is quick to take back his bag of money, much to the awe of porky (which also gives us this intriguing little error for a few frames). neighbor accepts the bag--that is, until the pills kick in. the chickens revert back to the size of chicks, and there’s just enough comedic pause to let the joke sink in before the chicks revert back to mere eggs.

we iris out--or so we think. just another declaration of tex’s love of playing with the iris out gags. that is one steamed ham.

not the snappiest entry in the avery repertoire, but not exceedingly dull, either. george humbert steals the show with his acting, and the popeye gag with the chick is wonderfully amusing. the cartoon mainly suffers from sluggish pacing in some parts, tired gags in others, but not enough to exclude a watch-through. it’s a fond look back at the earlier days of tex’s directing, and asserts just how far the cartoons have yet to improve. so, for that, i’d say i’m relatively neutral on whether or not to persuade you to watch it: the porky lover in me and ‘30′s cartoon lover in me say go for it! there are bits of greatness that you should definitely seek out. but it won’t kill you to skip this one either.

here’s the link! (excuse the butchered titles/credits: opening title music is the merry go round broke down which is wrong, and the title card music is the opening to porky’s tire trouble--also wrong, as is the porky “that’s all, folks!” ending over the written script)

#lt #looney tunes #porky’s garden #reviews #long post #avery

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Map of the Soul, Chapter Two

For the @btswritingcafe‘s Map of the Soul: 7 Workshop

Pairings: OT7 x reader (kinda); Taehyung x reader

Series Summary: If you give a piece of yourself to everyone you love, at some point, there will be nothing left for yourself. While feeling lost and alone in your adult life, a strange box falls onto your head in your own closet, and you take an unexpected walk down memory lane wondering where everything went wrong. Was it the romances that fizzled out, the friends & loved ones you left behind, the “what could’ve been” moments, the brush with Fate that never quite connected? Could the strange map you find have the answers you are looking for? Determined to feel complete once again, you embark on a journey to reclaim the missing pieces of your soul.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (references to previous)

Word Count: 8k+

Warnings: cursing & vulgar language, accidental flashing, mentions of kinks and other sexual content, sexual innuendos, mentions of previous sexual encounters, nerdy soulmate things, bisexuality

Chapter Two: Soulmates are a Forever Kind of Thing

March 18th, 11:37am

The sound of an incessant car alarm outside tore you away from the breezy dreamscape you were enjoying with a scantily clad Jungkook. You pried your eyes open and groaned at the never-ending beeps and boops below your window.

SHUT UP ALREADY, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A MACHINE!

You grumbled angrily as you slid out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. The soreness between your legs made you smile, and you flirted with the idea of texting Jungkook.

Hmmm, too soon. Better give it a day or two.

It was a lazy Sunday for you, so you spent the next hour lounging and snacking while Oberyn curled up next to you on the couch. You were starting to submit to an afternoon of mindless YouTube streaming when a notification dinged on your phone.

Jungkook?!

You scrambled across the couch to take your phone off of the charger. The notification wasn’t from your messaging app though, it was from your Instagram. Your old friend Taehyung sent you a message and you smiled when you saw his profile picture. Your heart warmed as you thought about the first time you met Kim Taehyung.

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Several Decades Earlier

You met Kim Taehyung in kindergarten when you fell off the monkey bars and he unknowingly broke your fall. You couldn’t figure out how to soothe the sobbing mess he was, so you kissed him on the cheek like your mother would whenever you got hurt.

“Better?” you hoped. “Did I make the hurt go away?”

He sniffled slightly and looked up at your face with tears streaming down his face. He pouted and shook his head emphatically, then pointed to the top of his head. You simply nodded and planted a soft kiss to the top of his chocolate locks.

“How about now?” you tried. “All gone?”

He pouted again and then pointed to his forehead. You pulled his head closer and placed another kiss on his forehead. His tears stopped, but he was still hiccuping as a result of his earlier crying fit.

“What’s wrong?” You asked gently, still holding his head. “Are you still hurt?”

His pout deepened and he nodded slightly. He tried to look you in the eye, but he kept hiccuping and closing his eyes in protest.

“Where?” you pleaded. “I’ll make it better.”

He lifted his shining puppy dog eyes to meet your concerned face. Slowly, he lifted his finger and placed it on his own pouty lips. You gasped slightly and widened your eyes.

“There?” you asked. “I hit you there?”

I guess that makes sense. I probably kicked him when I fell.

New tears formed in his big brown eyes and your heart sank at the sight. You sighed and gathered up your strength. With a huff, you leaned forward quickly and placed the softest little peck on his lips and then pulled away. However, before you could escape, the boy reached up and grabbed your wrist. You panicked for a moment, but then realized he just needed help standing up.

You helped him stand and as soon as you dusted the dirt from the fall, he enveloped you in a crushing bear hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I feel much better now.”

He pulled away and wiped at his eyes. You offered him a small smile and grinned at the adorable sight. A sudden realization hit you and you gasped loudly, which captured his attention.

“Hey,” you cried. “Your hiccups are gone!”

The boy froze and looked around, as though hiccups were tangible things he could track with his vision. A wide grin blossomed across his face and you noted the cute boxy shape. As troubled as this first encounter was, you still felt drawn to the silly boy with the rosy cheeks and fluffy hair.

“What’s your name?” you asked sweetly. “Want to be friends?”

“My name is Taehyung,” he replied while grabbing your hand. “I would love to be your friend!”

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A soft smile spread across your face at the memory. A lifelong friendship started from that first tumble, and you never regretted giving your first kiss away to the cute boy you’d crushed when you fell from those monkey bars.

Sigh.

You opened up your Instagram app and searched for the message Taehyung sent. Your eyes widened and you laughed maniacally when you saw the picture he sent.

You were laughing so hard, you nearly fell off the couch. Oberyn scuffled away angrily, clearly annoyed that your outburst of laughter disturbed his nap time.

When the giggle fit finally died down to a manageable sense of amusement, you looked at the message again. Taehyung always did have a way of saying just the right thing at just the right time. Your amusement quickly shifted into longing and nostalgia, and you could almost feel your soul aching for its mate.

I miss him so much.

Over seven years had passed since you last saw Taehyung in person. The summer before you were going to start high school, his parents had to move to another state. You were both happy that his dad was finally getting the promotion he worked so hard for, but it was devastating to think that you would be going through high school without your best friend and soulmate.

Throughout high school, you kept in touch (thank the gods for the internet and smartphones), but you both went to different colleges and were only able to meet up during breaks. Once you both graduated, you took jobs in different states and your communication dwindled to random messages and the occasional phone call or video chat.

It wasn’t enough. You needed him as a permanent physical fixture in your life, but there wasn’t much either of you could do about it. You both loved your jobs and you were comfortable in your current living situations. However, if an opportunity to change that ever revealed itself, you were positive that you would both jump at it like feral cats.

You briefly considered messaging him on Instagram, but your lingering nostalgia convinced you to call him instead. It was so long since you’d heard his resonant baritone voice purring into your ear. Honestly, that voice alone could wreck someone to pieces. Luckily, you knew the man connected to the voice so it didn’t affect you nearly as much.

You quickly scrolled through your contacts and hit the “Call” button. After three rings, the man himself answered with a long sigh.

“You couldn’t give me a few minutes to dry myself off before calling?” he whined cutely. “I had to rush through my shower just to answer the phone.”

“No one told you to do that, Tae,” you countered. “You could always let it go to voicemail and then just call me back.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed playfully. “You know better than anyone that I am the worst when it comes to returning phone calls. You’re lucky I still remember to send you messages on social media.”

“Fair point, sir,” you giggled. “The only reason I haven’t kicked your forgetful ass to the curb is because you’re my best friend and I love your stupid ass.”

“Ummm, I think you mean soulmate,” Taehyung argued. “Remember, we decided that the term “best friend” wasn’t strong enough to accurately describe our relationship.”

“Ah, yes,” you concurred. “How could I possibly forget the Great Soulmate Debate of 5th grade? You almost got us into detention with that speech of yours, Tae.”

“It’s your fault,” he shot back. “If you had just accepted the term soulmate when I first suggested it, everything would have been fine. But, noooooooo, someone just had to argue with me and keep us in the hallway until we were officially skipping class.”

“Don’t complain, Tae-Bear, you love it when I argue with you,” you reminded him. “It’s part of the dynamic of our relationship. If we just gave in to each other all the time, it wouldn’t be any fun.”

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “You’re the ice to my fire, the sweet to my sour, the jelly to my peanut butter.”

“Why do you get to be the peanut butter?” you challenged. “Why do I have to be the jelly in this metaphor?”

“Because I’m smooth and you’re cool, remember?” Taehyung responded. “Don’t tell me your memory is slipping, babe.”

“No,” you sighed sadly. “I think it’s just been too long since we’ve actually seen each other in person. I miss you, Tae-Bear.”

The video call feature started ringing in your ear and you almost squealed in excitement. You swiped a finger across the screen and adjusted the phone on the coffee table. A shirtless Taehyung with wet hair greeted you with the boxiest of smiles, and you couldn’t help waving and squealing like a ridiculous fangirl.

“My Tae-Tae,” you cooed. “Baby, I miss you so much!”

He chuckled and pulled a scarf headband on to push his dark curling locks away from his eyes. You smiled at his golden skin glistening in his after shower glow, and shook your head at how many women despise you for being so close to this delicious morsel. It was a blessing and a curse, but you carried that burden with pride because you just loved him so much.

“Ok, now, let’s do the math, babe,” Taehyung ordered while pulling on a flowy button down with a wild print. “I know you hate math, but try to work with me, ok? When was the last time we were actually together in person?”

“Well, this is my eighth year teaching at the university,” you recalled. “I think it was that first Christmas after I started working here. We went home and had sleepovers every night until after New Year’s. You had just gotten your job at the marketing firm, and we were upset that we wouldn’t be able to see each other as much.”

“Shit,” he gaped at you. “Has it really been that long? That doesn’t seem right.”

“A little over seven years,” you calculated grimly. “We’ve tried to meet up almost every year, but something always comes up either with you or me.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, babe,” Taehyung apologized. “I didn’t even realize that much time passed. How are we even surviving?”

“Barely,” you pouted. “Whenever I’m off from school, you’re busy, and whenever you get vacation time, I have school. The cycle never ends.”

There was a few seconds of reluctant silence and then Taehyung had a visual epiphany.

“Actually,” Taehyung grinned. “I do have some vacation time I can take. I have a full week that I need to take this year or else I lose it. Aren’t you on Spring Break right now?”

You popped up in your seat and nodded quickly.

Was this really happening?!

“Kim Elizabeth Taehyung!” you scolded. “Don’t you dare play with my emotions right now. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Taehyung giggled and angled the phone so you could see that he was on one knee. He comically cleared his throat and gave you his best pouty face.

“My beautiful darling soulmate,” he purred in a purely saccharine voice. “Can I stay at your place while I take my vacation? I don’t want to stay in a lame Airbnb again.”

“Of course you can!” you exclaimed. “I could never say no to that adorable face.”

He jumped up and started breaking out into his signature celebration dance, but you quickly noted that he was just wearing a towel from the waist down. Before you could comment on his lack of clothing, the towel unraveled and you got an eyeful of Taehyung that men and women alike would kill to have.

“TAEHYUNG!” you screeched. “Cover your shame!”

He dropped the phone on the bed and you could hear his cute laughter filling the room. He was nearly gasping for air when he finally picked up the phone. You noted the reddened ears and rosy cheeks showering his boxy grin like a halo. The man was far from an angel, but at least he had the decency to be embarrassed by his accidental flashing.

“I never took you for a cam-boy, Tae,” you teased. “Is that how you’re earning extra money these days?”

He rolled his eyes and shot you a look over the phone. It’s not like you’d never seen Taehyung naked, but you had to admit, it had been a while.

“You know that isn’t one of my kinks, babe,” he reprimanded. “I am not an exhibitionist. I would never make it as a cam-boy.”

You leaned forward and glanced down and then back at his face and lifted your eyebrows suggestively.

“From what I could see,” you mused. “You are more than qualified to have a big, long successful career as a cam-boy. You could be rolling in some thick money stacks, if you know what I mean.”

He tried so hard to resist your perverse innuendo, but the scowl he threw at you quickly morphed into unadulterated amusement. He fell back on his bed and clutched at his stomach with a major case of the giggles. From your slanted angle on the bed, you could see him gasping for air with tears forming in his eyes. Once he regained his composure, he wiped away his tears and wagged his finger at you.

“Naughty, naughty,” he scolded. “I may have to punish you when I get there.”

You rolled your eyes at his insinuation, but quickly brightened at the prospect of his arrival. It was time to make plans for your Tae-bear’s trip.

“Ok, let’s get serious for a minute,” you stated. “I need dates, times, number of checked bags, everything. When should I expect you to get here, TaeTae?”

“Let me check with the office and I’ll get back to you, babe,” he replied. “I just finished off a big account, so I do have a little down time coming my way. I will get everything cleared at work and then book my flight. As soon as I know, you’ll know.”

“Ah, I’m so excited to see you!” you squealed with delight. “It’s been way too long. I’ll set up the guest room for you.”

“Umm, guest room?” Taehyung queried with a smirk. “Yeah, that isn’t going to work for me. I’m going to need the left side of your mattress, babe.”

“Tae, that’s my side of the bed,” you growled. “You know that.”

“I know,” he winked cheekily. “But as your guest of honor, I get first dibs. You could always sleep on top of me, if you so choose.”

“Absolutely not, Kim Taehyung,” you spat. “Soulmate or not, you know how crucial my sleep cycle is. Any disturbance hitherto is a recipe for disaster.”

“Meh,” he shrugged. “I’ll risk it.”

The sound of an alien space gun text tone went off and his brow furrowed slightly.

“Hey, babe, I gotta go,” Taehyung announced. “Duty calls.”

“Ok, baby,” you pouted. “Text me later!”

You both blew kisses at the camera and ended the video call. You plopped back onto the couch and took a deep breath. If the Universe was feeling generous, you would soon be enjoying a full week of soulmate time. It felt like a dream.

Please let this happen. I need some Tae-time to recharge my soul.

Oberyn randomly popped up by your side and pawed at your arm with a pathetic whine.

“Ok, ok,” you relented. “Let me get my shoes on and I will take you for a walk.”

As you slipped on your favorite pair of rainbow Crocs, you reached up to grab his harness and leash. Oberyn danced around you in circles and it took a few tries to get him situated and out the door. By the time you returned to the apartment, you decided it was time to grab some lunch and start planning your vacation week.

So much to do, so little time.

March 18th, 7:47pm

You were just starting up another load of laundry when you received a Snapchat notification from Taehyung. You unlocked your phone in a flash and opened your Snapchat app. You clicked on his name in your messages with your breath held hostage.

Oh no! I’m not ready for the disappointment yet.

You were just about to fall into your familiar pit of despair when another message popped onto the screen.

Your shrill cheers and exclamations scared Oberyn right out of the laundry room and into the safety of the living room. You almost felt bad for scaring the daylights out of your dog, but turnabout is always fair play in this house. He scared you half to death on multiple occasions. A little payback was definitely in order.

You immediately started a video call to Taehyung, bouncing with glee all over your apartment. He answered after only a few seconds, and thankfully, was fully dressed.

“Well, hello, beautiful,” Taehyung quipped. “Feels like I just saw you hours ago. Couldn’t get enough of me earlier?”

“I think you showed me plenty this morning,” you joked. “Now, dish out the deets, Kim. Will you be here by this weekend?”

“How does tomorrow sound?” he replied with a smirk. “I was able to cash in my miles to book an early flight tomorrow morning. I’m packing as we speak.”

“Are you kidding me?” you nearly shrieked. “You’re really going to be here tomorrow?!”

“Yup yup,” Taehyung chirped. “If you pick me up at the airport, I’ll buy you lunch. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect, Tae-Bear,” you sighed happily. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Same here, babe,” he smiled softly at you. “I’m going to finish packing and then I have to go drop off Tannie at my sister’s. She’s going to dog sit for me while I’m gone.”

“Awwww,” you cooed. “Bring him with you! You know Obie misses his little brother. You already have him cleared as your emotional support dog. Why don’t you just bring my precious Yeontan to see his favorite aunt?”

“You really don’t mind?” Taehyung questioned. “You know he’s just chaos disguised as a ball of fluff.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you retorted. “Tannie is an angel. I’ll start clearing out a space for him. I have an extra bed for him and everything. The boys still eat the same food, right? Just bring his bowls and a blanket for the bed.”

Taehyung considered your proposal carefully, and then pursed his lips.

“I think you need to ask him yourself,” Taehyung suggested. “Maybe you can convince him to come with me.”

Taehyung switched the perspective on the phone so you could see into his apartment. He walked down the hallway calling for Yeontan. Curled up on an elaborate dog bed and surrounded by a plethora of dog toys sat the fluffiest dog known to man. Yeontan lifted his head and yawned cutely into the camera.

“Tannie!” you cooed at him. “What are you doing, sweetheart? Are you napping?”

Yeontan’s fluffy tail wagged in excitement and he stood up and shook the sleepiness out of his fur. You reached over to lift Oberyn from his spot on the couch and put him in view of the camera.

“Look, Obie,” you instructed. “It’s your little brother. Say hi.”

Both dogs tried to sniff at the other dog in the frame, and their eyes lit up in recognition.

“Tannie, do you want to come and visit your big brother Obie?” you asked the animated pup on the phone. “Tell your daddy that you want to come over to stay with us.”

Oberyn barked at the screen and wagged his tail, and Yeontan followed suit. The yips and growls from both dogs made you and Taehyung giggle profusely. You released your wiggly pup and sat forward on the couch to grin at your soulmate as he switched the perspective back to his handsome face.

“Ok, I guess you win,” Taehyung relented with a smirk. “I’ll pack Tannie’s things as well. Let me call my sister and cancel the sitter. I will forward you my travel itinerary as soon as that’s done. I love you, I miss you, and I will see you tomorrow, babe.”

“Same,” you replied joyfully. “Please be careful and get some rest. I know how cranky you get when you don’t get enough sleep.”

Taehyung stuck his tongue out at you like a petulant child and then made a goofy face into the camera. You made an equally funny face and then you both blew each other kisses and ended the call. He had a lot of packing to do, and you had to prepare for his arrival.

This is unbelievably wonderful. I never would have expected my break to go as well as this.

March 19th, 6:17am

You parked your car and dashed inside the airport lobby. You were supposed to meet Taehyung in Baggage Claim to help him with his bags and with Yeontan. The little fur ball was pint sized, but he was also fierce.

You spotted Taehyung’s silky waves under a hunter green beret near the middle of the baggage claim area. Once you were close enough, you noticed he was struggling to keep Yeontan calm and quiet as the carousel started moving.

“Sir, you need to control your dog,” you chided in a nasally pretentious voice. “Don’t make me call security.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung sputtered, not looking up. “I promise he’s actually really sweet, but he’s just really excited right now. He’s seeing his aunt for the first time in years.”

Taehyung spun around abruptly and shoved an ecstatic yapping Yeontan into your arms and then leaned in to place a fat kiss on your cheek. You gaped at his playful grin and shot him a knowing smile while Yeontan placed numerous kisses to your face.

“You knew it was me, huh?” you giggled, giving Yeontan a few kisses in return. “Sneaky Tae-Bear.”

He shrugged and wandered off to grab his bags from the carousel. You placated Yeontan and waited patiently as Taehyung rolled three suitcases over to you. Once you got everything packed into the car, including Yeontan strapped into the dog car seat, Taehyung lifted you around your waist and spun you around joyfully. Once he lowered your feet to the ground, you stayed wrapped in his bear hug on the verge of tears.

“Tae,” you breathed out shakily. “I really missed you.”

His arms tightened around your waist and he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“I missed you too,” Taehyung sighed sadly. “Let’s never let this much time pass without seeing each other. I didn’t realize how empty I felt, darling, until I held you in my arms.”

You chuckled at his dramatics and pulled away to look at his face. His mischievous smirk was fully loaded complete with a lifted eyebrow and you shook your head at his antics.

“Drama queen,” you joked.

“Hey,” he shrugged. “It’s the reason you gave me the middle name Elizabeth.”

You hurried home to get Yeontan settled in with Oberyn and Taehyung situated in your guest room. Once everything was unpacked and set, you ordered Thai food delivery for lunch so you and Taehyung could catch up while the boys played around the apartment.

“I really like your place,” Taehyung commented with a mouthful of Pad Thai. “It’s smaller than mine, but the setup is so much better.”

“How do you do that?” you asked in a pout. “How is it possible for you to compliment and insult my apartment in the same sentence?”

“Just talented, I guess,” he grinned while stealing a spoonful of your Tom Yum soup. “Speaking of talent, what hot stud did you have over recently, you little minx?”

You felt a rush of blood creep across your cheeks and ears at that last comment.

How the fuck does he know?

“What are you talking about, Tae?” you muttered nonchalantly while clearing your throat. “What makes you think that I had anyone over?”

“Well, I happened to notice the condom wrapper and used condom in the trash can in your bathroom,” Taehyung mused. “Someone had a big guest to entertain, didn’t they?”?”

You nearly choked on the Thai tea you were drinking, and Taehyung was damned lucky you didn’t do a spit take all over his expensive looking vintage clothes. After you recovered from your near death experience, you glared at the smug look on his face. He was chomping away happily on yet another spring roll and he paused to waggle his eyebrows at you and grin.

“Sooooo,” he drawled. “Who was it? Anyone special or just a rando from the bar?”

You hesitated. Taehyung would remember Jungkook. How could he not? You were constantly raving about Jungkook’s adorable bunny smile, his rippling muscles, the beautiful mole under his lip that you wanted to kiss every time you saw him. As you were debating the issue in your head, Taehyung picked up on your hesitation and scooted closer to you on the couch.

“It’s someone I know, isn’t it?” he assumed correctly. “C’mon, soulmate, dish me them dirty deets. I won’t judge.”

“Uh, yeah, you will,” you shot back in defiance. “You always judge, Tae.”

“Well, yeah, ok,” he admitted. “But I promise it will stay between us. Pinky promise!”

He stuck out his pinky and your heart fluttered with elation.

The pinky promise…

After the Great Soulmate Debate of 5th grade, you and Taehyung developed a signature “Ultimate Soulmate Handshake” that started with a linking of your pinkies. You lifted your eyes to meet his challenging gaze and you knew that he was testing the true strength of your relationship with his little gesture. You smirked at him and linked your pinky with his own, and you both stood up to do the proper handshake.

What followed was an overly complicated ballet of fingers, palms, and ridiculously dated dance moves ending with you jumping into his arms and you both striking a pose. Almost a decade had passed since you’d both completed these actions, yet it seemed like only yesterday you were sealing some kind of deal or promise with the Ultimate Soulmate Handshake.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around you once again and twirled you around the living room. Both of you were giggling like idiots, and you could not remember when you ever felt so happy. Taehyung truly was the other half of your soul, and you didn’t realize how much you missed him until that exact moment. Your giggles morphed into a quiet sob, and Taehyung quickly lowered you when he felt the atmosphere between you shift.

“Awww, babe, don’t cry,” he pleaded while wiping away your tears. “Why are you crying?”

“I just realized how much I’ve missed you, Tae-bear,” you sniffled. “It’s been too long.”

“Oh, honey,” he cooed while pulling you closer. “I know, believe me. I feel it too. I definitely feel like you were the thing that was missing in my life. Come here, baby, let’s dry those tears.”

Taehyung pulled you into the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel from the counter. He dabbed at your tears until you pulled the napkin away to clean up your face and blow your nose unceremoniously into it. He grimaced playfully at your actions and then pulled you close so he could kiss your forehead. You walked around the counter to toss the used paper towel in the trash and turned to find Taehyung looking curiously at the box you’d left on the counter.

“What’s this?” he asked in wonder. “It’s beautiful. Look at the embellishments on the feet and the resin lacquered over the collage. Did you make this, babe?”

“No, I found it in my closet,” you said. “I don’t know where it came from. It’s not mine.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” he quipped. “This totally screams your name. Look at those stickers, these colors, and that handwriting. How is this not your box?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I think I would remember making something like this, Tae. I honestly have no idea what it is.”

“What’s inside?” he asked while lifting the lid. “Hey! My hamburger!”

Taehyung lifted out the small plastic hamburger toy and his boxy smile made a sudden appearance on his glowing face. As bright as his smile was, your confusion was matching it in intensity.

“What do you mean your hamburger?'' you questioned carefully.

Taehyung’s smile dropped and transformed into utter disbelief.

“You don’t remember?!” he shrieked. “Are you fucking kidding me?! How dare you?!”

Taehyung stomped off in the direction of your bedroom and you followed him, still perplexed by this mystery hamburger toy that brought both joy and anger to your soulmate.

You walked into your room and found Taehyung digging into the bowels of his suitcase. A few perfectly folded articles of clothing flew over his shoulders and you caught them in midair. You were just setting them on the bed when Taehyung screeched and startled you into a sitting position. He rounded on you and held up the hamburger toy and another small toy resembling a strawberry milkshake.

“딸기/ttalgi (strawberry),” he stated simply. “That was what I started calling you after you spilled that milkshake on my head after our first fight, remember? I said it was superior to apple, even though you refuse to accept it. In fact, I’m bringing it back because it totally suits you.``

The confusion on your face evaporated as the memory came hurtling back to you. You brought your hands up to cover your mouth and your eyes widened at the revelation.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. “I haven’t thought about that in years. What was that fight even about anyway?”

“It was over that Japanese girl we both wanted to date in 4th grade,” he reminded you. “The one who had the bright red hair, what was her name?”

“Oh yeah,” you drawled. “Asuka. She was beautiful, just like a cherry blossom petal falling from the sky.”

“A little cliche, but ok,” Taehyung chuckled. “But yes, her. We were at that burger place and we saw her. You told me you were going to ask her out and I got mad because I wanted to ask her out. We fought and ended up throwing food at each other.”

You blushed at the memory and tried to hide your face. It was so embarrassing to think about how immature you used to be.

“Sorry, Tae-bear,” you apologized. “I don’t even remember what you said that made me so angry.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to flush awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and huffed out a sigh.

“I, uh,” he stuttered. “I said that you couldn’t ask Asuka out because you were a girl.”

“Oh snap,” you gasped. “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly. “We were in 4th grade, babe. We didn’t know shit about sexuality back then. You just knew you liked both genders and I refused to believe that was possible.”

“That was until senior year when you met that percussion guy from marching band,” you scoffed. “What was his name? Kai?”

“Oh, Kai,” Taehyung reminisced fondly. “The pretty one who got away. He was adorable.”

Taehyung shook the memory away and lifted the toys again, determined to finish his story. He kneeled in front of you, leaning his forearms on your thighs for balance.

“After Asuka turned us both down, we were left filthy and heartbroken,” he continued. “Your shirt stained from the hamburger I threw at you and me covered in sticky strawberry milkshake. We made up in the parking lot and bought each other prizes from the bubble machine inside the lobby. Ironically, these were the prizes we got. I kept the burger and you kept the milkshake.”

He handed you the toys and you cradled them against your chest.

That was such a long time ago. My, how things have changed.

“Before we moved, we swapped toys,” he murmured, his voice thick with melancholy. “It was like our special soulmate talisman. I was you and you were me.”

You both looked at each other with misty eyes and failed to stifle the sniffles coming from your noses. The memory of your first real separation haunted both of you still. That day was agonizing for both of you, realizing that you may never be close to each other again. Almost two decades had passed and the wounds still felt so fresh. It only worsened when his parents moved back into town the year you and Taehyung left for college.

Oh, the irony…

“Oh, Tae,” you croaked. “I’m so sorry.”

You lurched forward and encircled his neck with your arms. He held you in his tender embrace and you both rode out the outpouring of emotion leaking from your faces. It dawned on you that neither of you ever really dealt with the separation, choosing to remain mute about the whole thing and pretend it never existed. In reality, it did exist, and it almost broke the both of you. Through carefully placed visits and outreach, you’d managed to keep the friendship bound haphazardly with metaphorical glue and tape, but it was never the same. You both had some real damage control to conduct, and maybe this was your opportunity to do so.

You pulled back and brushed your fingertips along Taehyung’s tear streaked cheeks and planted a fat kiss on his lips. Displays of affection were completely natural for the two of you, and it was established long ago that any emotional baggage that came along with it was just another piece of your soulmate bond.

“We’re both idiots,” you laughed against his lips. “You know that, right?”

Taehyung returned your laughter and your kiss, palming your cheeks to squish your face playfully.

“Come on,” he sighed. “Let’s get off the floor. I didn’t fly all the way over here to cry on the floor with my soulmate.”

You both huffed out a little laugh as you got up off the floor. You wandered back into the kitchen hand in hand after cleaning your faces with makeup wipes. Once you made it back to the box, Taehyung placed both hamburger and milkshake toys on the counter next to the box and proceeded to investigate the other items in the box. He lined up the other items next to your toys and then pulled out the folded piece of parchment. His interest was definitely piqued because you saw his eyes light up like flying saucers in the night sky.

“Whoa,” he breathed out in amazement. “What is this?”

He carefully unfolded the paper and spread it across the counter. You sat on one of your bar stools next to him and leaned on the counter. You hadn’t spent much time investigating the paper since the first day you discovered it.

“This is incredible,” he said, his voice heavy with excitement. “The parchment is well worn, which means it’s pretty old. Look at these colors, this calligraphy is amazing, and the brushstrokes are gorgeous. Where did you find this map, babe?”

“I already told you,” you repeated. “I don’t know where it came from. I found it in my closet. How do you know it’s a map?”

“It has all the characteristics of a map, the checkpoints, the layout, the design,” Taehyung explained. “Don’t you remember when I was collecting all those maps in junior high?”

“Oh yeah,” you drawled. “You became obsessed after we watched The Goonies and you were convinced that we would find treasure somehow.”

“Hey,” he insisted. “We found some really cool stuff with my Dad’s metal detector, remember?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “We also found out about trespassing on private property and that it’s illegal to dig holes on government property and-.”

“Regardless,” Taehyung cut you off. “I know what I’m talking about and this map is really fucking cool. How are you not excited about this?”

“Honestly,” you sighed. “It kinda freaks me out. I don’t know who made it or where it came from and that bothers me.”

“Well, that’s why you have me, your own personal map expert and detective,” Taehyung bragged. “So, all of this random stuff was inside that box? There wasn’t anything else?”

“Well, almost everything,” you began. “There was a banana key chain USB, but it was Jungkook’s. He traded this four leaf clover necklace for it.”

You immediately regretted the words as soon as they left your lips. Taehyung’s face registered the name “Jungkook” as familiar, and you knew the instant he connected the dots.

“Oh shit,” he teased. “Jeon fucking Jungkook, that hot guy you tutored in college? That’s the stud you had over?! Damn, boy must be packing some heat!”

You buried your face in your arms and tried to hide from his incessant mockery.

Of course, he would remember.

“Stop,” you pleaded. “It was totally random and unplanned. I went out with Gina for St. Patty’s and I bumped into him at the bar. One thing lead to another and, well-“

“You had a midnight snack of Kookie and milk?” Taehyung suggested, lifting the clover. “You got lucky?”

You smacked his arm and he winced from the impact. You tried to stay mad at him, but his lips dropped to a pout and he started fake crying.

This boy…

“That isn’t going to work on me, Tae,” you said sternly. “Not gonna happen.”

His fake sobbing increased and he kept giving you the sad puppy dog look. When you saw an actual tear gloss over his cheek, you sighed and walked over to kiss his arm. He kept pouting until you finally gave in and kissed his lips. You both smiled at each other, and you rolled your eyes at your overly dramatic soulmate.

“Why does that always work on me?” you whined. “It isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t fair is that you traded a USB drive for this cheap plastic clover necklace,” Taehyung argued. “I mean it does light up, but it probably wasn’t an even exchange. Was the sex just that good?”

“If we’re factoring that into the equation,” you blushed fiercely. “Yes, it was most definitely an even exchange. In fact, I may owe him.”

“I am going to need a full detailed report later, babe,” Taehyung announced. “But for now, I want to talk about this map. Tell me what you know about it.”

“Not much,” you admitted. “I just know that there are seven smudges with words next to them and then there’s that big swirly heart thing connecting everything together.”

“Six smudges,” Taehyung corrected. “And why are some of these lines darker than the others?”

“What are you talking about?” you huffed. “I counted them. There are seven smudges.”

You finally took a closer look at the map and you gawked at the absence of one of the previous smudges from your earlier inspection.

What the hell?

“That can’t be right,” you whispered. “I know I counted seven.”

You pointed at the space where the first smudge had been. In its place was another block of text connected to the first block of text with a flourish of swirled ink. The text now read:

Were you wandering around looking for an erased dream too? It’s different from the typical definition of destiny. Your pained eyes are looking at the same place as me. Won't you please stay in dreams?

One time for the present, two time for the past, Happy that we met each other, now til’ the very end.

You traced your fingers over the new block of text and your brows furrowed in confusion.

That definitely wasn’t there before.

You also noticed the darkened line of ink running between the blocks of text. You traced its path across the page to the next block of text. This block read:

The heart no longer races when hearing the music play, Seems like time has stopped. Oh, that would be my first death I been always afraid of. If this can no longer resonate, No longer make my heart vibrate, Then like this may be how I die my first death, But what if that moment's right now?

The charcoal smudge was on the other side of the line, which abruptly faded as it neared the cryptic verse. You continued to trace the line across the page while Taehyung examined the lacquered box again.

“Hey, ttalgi,” Taehyung asked. “Why does this word have glitter around it but the others don’t?”

You looked up at him and focused on the word Time he was pointing out on the box. There was indeed a double line of purple glitter surrounding the letters that certainly wasn’t there before. You sighed in exasperation at this new information.

What the hell am I getting myself into with this box and this map?

“I don’t know, Tae,” you sulked. “It probably doesn’t mean anything.”

“How can you say that when something belonging to Jungkook and something belonging to me came out of it?” Tae quirked. “You’re doing that thing where something gets complicated and you just want to walk away, aren’t you? This is the Chinese puzzle box all over again.”

“Tae,” you whined. “Please don’t bring that up again. I was tortured enough with you hovering over me until I opened the stupid thing.”

“It was worth it though, right?” he insisted. “What was inside the puzzle box, baby?”

“This,” you pouted, holding up your right hand. “My soulmate promise ring and I’ve worn it every day since then.”

“Maybe this map is going to lead to something amazing,” Taehyung suggested. “I’m already invested in solving this mystery. I just need a trusty sidekick to help me along the way. What do you say, soulmate? Want to help your Tae-bear solve the Legendary Spring Break Map Mystery?”

“Why does everything you name have to be named like that?” you scoffed. “Naming something Great or Legendary doesn’t automatically make it awesome, y’know?”

“Well, not with that attitude,” Taehyung argued. “If you want, I can lay everything out so it isn’t so scary for you. It’ll be just like the detectives on TV with the boards and the Post-Its and stuff. You don’t have to set anything up, I’ll do it and then you can decide whether you are in or not.”

You briefly weighed your options and decided that any adventure with Taehyung was worth exploring. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do during this break, and you couldn’t deny that the map wasn’t igniting your curiosity. Apparently, Taehyung’s enthusiasm was taking root in your mind.

“Fine,” you sighed out dramatically. “But if this ends up going badly, I’m going to beat your ass.”

Taehyung squeaked enthusiastically and started setting up an investigation station on your coffee table. After he procured paper, pencils, and other office supplies from your desk, he laid everything out and started marking items of interest with colorful Post-It notes.

“What am I supposed to do while you’re playing Detective, Tae?” you asked indignantly. “Just sit here and look pretty?”

Taehyung looked up with a marker and a stack of purple Post-Its in his hands. He grinned and wrote something on the Post-It and walked over to place it on your forehead.

“There,” he beamed. “Now, you’re officially part of the investigation. Now, make yourself useful, dollface, and get me something to drink.”

You removed the paper from your forehead and read what he’d written and immediately scowled. You crumpled the paper and threw it at his retreating figure.

“I’m not your secretary, Taehyung,” you growled. “And call me dollface again and not only will I make you a pot of tea, I’ll pour it in your lap.”

Taehyung giggled and scrunched his nose at you while he attached the map to the wall with thumbtacks. You watched him scurry back and forth, continuously making notes and labeling portions of the map, and you shook your head and sighed heavily.

What am I getting myself into?

March 19th, 3:27pm

“Ok, it’s ready,” Taehyung announced. “Come check it out, babe!”

Taehyung swept his hand across the living room and presented a color coordinated layout of seven different investigation stations. You tried to track his organization, but got a little lost as your eyes scanned the living room.

“Ummm,” you began. “What exactly am I looking at here, Tae? You need to explain the method behind this madness I see.”

“It starts over here,” Taehyung proceeded to explain, pulling you to the far left of the room to a purple hued collection of Post-It notes. “I’ve divided up the map into seven distinct sections and separated them by color. I think the items you found correspond to these sections, but I don’t know how yet.”

“What makes you think they have any connection at all?” you queried. “Did you find something else?”

“No,” Taehyung continued. “But there are seven different sections on the map, seven different items, and seven different words on that box. That has to mean something. The words also seem to coordinate somehow. That section with two blocks of text mentions time and the word Time on the box is the only word with glitter. That seems to be a connection.”

“Ok, but what about the items?” you challenged. “How are they connected?”

Taehyung lifted a finger and started to speak, but then deflated. He put one hand on his hip and blew out a breath. He was stuck.

“I haven’t figured that out yet,” he admitted. “I was hoping you could help me with that.”

“How?” you wondered aloud. “I know about as much as you do about this stuff.”

“Well,” he began. “You said that the only item missing from the original collection was that banana USB, right?”

“Yeah, but it was Jungkook’s,” you reminded him. “He took it and gave me that shamrock necklace. What about it?”

“I think that’s a clue,” he decided. “I also found my hamburger toy in there, and I’m trading back for the milkshake toy. That’s two items from the original set that are being traded out for something in return.”

You rolled that around your brain and found that it surprisingly made sense, even if it was a little far-fetched.

It can’t just be a coincidence.

“Say they are connected somehow,” you relented. “What would be the connection?”

“I have a theory,” Taehyung expressed with a smirk. “But I need you to go along with it because it sounds a little nuts.”

“You know I always give in to your crazy schemes, Tae,” you chuckled. “Why would this be any different?”

“Good point,” he grinned. “Ok, so, here’s the thing. I think you are the key to all of this. The box, the map, the items, everything.”

You stare at him without blinking and slowly digest his statement.

That’s impossible.

“How could I be the connection?” you probed. “I didn’t make this box or the map and none of this stuff belongs to me.”

“Exactly,” Taehyung reiterated. “They don’t belong to you, but they are connected to something that does belong to you.”

“What do you mean?” you continued. “Is this about the hamburger toy?”

“Yes,” he exclaimed. “And also the USB you found. You said it belonged to Jungkook, right? He gave you the shamrock necklace in trade and now that’s part of the collection, but it actually belongs to you now.”

“Yeah,” you assented. “But what does that mean, Tae?”

“Maybe it’s symbolic?” Taehyung suggested. “Like you two had to make the exchange so it could be complete?”

“What exchange?” you asked. “You mean the banana or the sex?”

“Both,” Taehyung insisted. “Two things could be true. You guys traded information and bodily fluids. Bet you’d both been thinking about doing that since college, huh?”

“Yeah, actually,” you giggled. “We just never found the right time.”

“Time!” Taehyung screeched suddenly. “That’s it!”

He reached over to grab the box and he pointed out the word Time on the box surrounded by purple glitter.

“Time,” you echoed softly. “You’re right. Jungkook and I even talked about how often we kept missing opportunities because the timing was never in our favor.”

“Well, time was absolutely in your favor when you ran into each other at the bar,” Taehyung insisted. “You said it yourself: unplanned and random, almost like it was-“

“Destiny,” you cut him off, moving to reread the text in question. “We had been dreaming about each other, looking at the same things, all those unanswered questions finally answered.”

“You told me that this wasn’t here earlier,” Taehyung stated, pointing at the second block of text he’d marked with a purple Post-It marked with a JK. “It’s here now. I think this text, this word on the box, and the shamrock-banana exchange are all connected to you and Jungkook. It all makes sense.”

“But why?” you murmured softly. “For what reason?”

“Let me ask you something,” Taehyung said, sitting you both down on the couch. “After all of this happened with Jungkook, how do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I mean, I thought it might lead somewhere, but he said he’s not ready for anything serious right now.”

“Not the right time?” Taehyung smirked. “And yet, you aren’t crushed by this shocking news. Why do you think that is?”

“I get it,” you explained. “I’ve been there before. Remember when I was dating Hoseok? I felt the same way, I wasn’t ready for something that serious even though he was. That’s why we ended it.”

“Oh yeah, Hobi-hyung,” Taehyung remembered fondly. “I liked that guy. It’s too bad that didn’t work out. You were so happy with him.”

“I was,” you sighed. “But I was young and selfish. I wasn’t ready to share my life with anyone yet.”

“And neither is Jungkook,” Taehyung pressed on. “Do you still have any lingering doubts about what might have been with him? I know that’s been bothering you for years. Don’t think I didn’t notice all those wispy sighs and pouts whenever his name entered the conversation. I don’t see any of that now though. Maybe you finally got the closure you needed with Jungkook.”

“Yeah, I did,” you smiled softly, grabbing the shamrock necklace labeled Exhibit A from the table. “I just got lucky, I guess.”

“In more ways than one, you minx,” Taehyung teased. “But you can tell me all about that later because I have another theory to toss at you.”

Taehyung pulled you over to a collection of green Post-Its and pointed out the hamburger and milkshake toys labeled “Exhibits B & C.” You nearly choked on the giggle threatening to escape from your lips, but you offered your soulmate a reassuring smile instead.

“If the purple section is Jungkook,” Taehyung began. “Then this green section is all about you and me. The toys fit into that theory, but I don’t know which word and block of text connect to them.”

“Assuming that’s true,” you retorted. “What unfinished business could you and I possibly have? I mean, we literally share everything with one another. We don’t have any secrets, Tae-bear.”

“That’s true,” he agreed. “But maybe we’re overlooking something. I’m trying to figure out which block of text would best describe us, and I can’t figure it out. It certainly isn’t the next one on the path.”

He pointed out the second block of text following the section he’d labeled JK. The words “music” and “death” kept swirling in your vision, and you felt a creeping tingle down your spine.

There’s only one person that could be.

Your phone dinged across the room, and you snapped out of your reverie momentarily. Leaving Taehyung to ruminate over the cryptic clues laid out before him, you picked up your phone and read the email notification you’d just received from work. As soon as you read the Subject line, you gasped and dropped your phone on the floor. The clatter captured Taehyung’s attention and he glanced up at your face and noticed the drain of color on your paled expression.

“Ttalgi?” he worried. “Is everything ok?”

You shook your head and tried to keep the tears from slipping from your eyes. Taehyung quickly made his way across the room and pulled you into his arms, trying to soothe the unknown pain away. He didn’t know what was going on, but he instinctively knew that you needed someone to hold you together.

“What happened?” he whispered against your hair. “What’s wrong?”

“I know who it is,” you croaked out. “I know who that block of text is talking about.”

You leaned down to pick up your phone and you showed him the email you’d just received. Taehyung’s eyes widened and then darkened considerably when he read it. He couldn’t control the growl which clawed its way out of his throat.

“Min fucking Yoongi.”

Author’s Note: The plot is thickening, y’all. What do you guys think of my Tae-bear? Isn’t he something else? The story is really going to take off from here, so I hope everyone is ready for an adventure. Please fee free to ask me any questions or leave any comments. I’d love to hear what you think of the story so far.

Chapter One: There’s Always Time for Euphoria

Chapter Three: The Beautiful Music We Used to Make

Map of the Soul Masterlist

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veryberrybrenda · 4 years ago

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Tender

Felix Hauville x f!detective (Lucia)

Summary: The Detective walks in to Felix attempting to cook (Day 2 of @otomefandomevents Wayhaven week 2020)

Everything about the warehouse had become familiar to Lucia, from the elegant and incredibly expensive furniture, to the loud blasting of Felix’s music, but what was not familiar was the smell of something burning. It wasn’t like the usual subtle smoke from Mason’s cigarettes. This was something much stronger.

She followed the trail to the kitchen completely covered in a thick layer of what she assumed was flour and in the center of it stood a man sporting a purple beanie frantically holding a pan spewing fire. He hadn’t noticed her enter since his back was facing her. It was a surprise that the smoke alarm didn’t go off yet.

Beep, beep, beep.

She apparently spoke too soon as the blaring smoke alarm added to the disastrous scene unfolding in front of her. Felix jumped at the sudden noise and dropped the fiery pan onto the tile floor, igniting a rag hanging by the oven in the process. His high-pitched screams now joined the smoke alarm, both signaling catastrophe.

Lucia was finally able to overcome her initial shook and rushed over to Felix, relief flooding his features. “This fire isn’t the only hot thing that entered the room.” Felix released a strained chuckle in an attempt to lighten the situation.

Lucia grabbed the handle of the burning pan off the floor, trying her best to ignore the way the searing heat was threatening to melt her face off. “Save the flirting for when the Warehouse isn’t in danger of burning down,” she countered with her own chuckle.

She made quick work tossing the pan in the sink and grabbing the burning rag with nearby tongs, dousing the flames with water while Felix went to turn off the smoke alarm, reappearing back in a blur.

“So are you going to tell me what you were attempting to make?,” Lucia asked amusement in her voice as she eyed of the burnt remains of what was left in the pan.

Felix also eyed the remains while nervously scratching the back of his head, “Marconi and cheese.”

She raised a brow at his answer, one that she wasn’t expecting. “Packaged or from scratch?”

“From scratch,” he confessed, eyes on the floor and disappointment weighing down his handsome face. It’s strange to think that a vampire like Felix, who can easily best a dozen trappers, gets conquered by a beginner’s recipe.

Lucia reached out to cup her hands around Felix’s face, his glowing eyes staring intently at her. She couldn’t help but smile when both of his hands instinctively came to rest on her hips, not a single trace of hesitation in the gesture. A direct result of their growing bond. “Well I think it was a valiant effort,” she said with a reassuring smile that has him untensing his shoulders.

“You really think so, Lucia?” The warm gleam returning to his eyes as he pulled her closer, leaving only a few centimeters of distance between them.

A confident smile settled on her lips as she booped his nose, “I know so.”

Felix melted at the tender gesture. He’s always the one initiating the affection, but it always feels nice to be on the receiving end, especially if the one giving it was Lucia. “I wanted to make you dinner for our six-month anniversary and I was going to surprise you after work, since you love cooking, I thought I would give it a shot. Like how hard can it be?” A sarcastic smile followed his words, hands dropping from her hips as he took a step back from her. Hurt flashed on Lucia’s face at his withdrawal. “I asked Nate for help and he said he would after his patrol, but then I got ahead of myself, which led to you walking in on this.” He gestured to the mess behind him, now being able to see it clearly, Lucia could spot a puddle of spilled milk by the fridge. Felix inhaled deeply as he continued his rambling, pain emanating from his voice, “I just wanted to prove that I can do things by myself – be independent like you, but apparently I can’t do anything right.” His voice now a faint whisper, “I’m so sorry Luc,” he confessed with heavy sadness that made Lucia’s heart drop in her chest. Every word was another arrow to her heart and rage was now building inside of her.

Rage at a simple recipe making Felix feel like he’s less than what he’s worth. Rage at him for not realizing how he amazing he is even without some stupid dinner telling him he isn’t the most wonderful being in this world that she has ever met.

Lucia grabbed his hand in a firm, but gentle grip, forcing him back into her orbit. “Listen here,” she commanded with a surprising amount of authority backing it that Adam would be proud of. Pointing a finger at his chest, she stared into his eyes with such intensity that would make most men cower, but not Felix. He just continued to gaze into her narrowed eyes, doubt weighing him down like an anchor. “I don’t care about some dinner that’s in the sink right now. I don’t care about having a perfect six-month anniversary, but you know what I care about? I care about you. I care about spending time with you. So fuck having a perfect night because all I want is for you to hold me and kiss me like there’s no tomorrow. Can you do that?” The anger and volume in her voice had been slowly leaving her with every spoken word till the last question came out as barely a whisper.

A few seconds passed before Felix responded to Lucia’s question not with spoken words, but with a kiss, unrestrained and brimming with passion that set her body on fire. However, she didn’t reel away from the flames like last time. She let it consume her. Lucia grabbed a fistful of soft black curls as a moan escaped from her lips when his hot kisses started trailing down her neck, turning her resolve to a mere pile of mush.

With both of them being distracted, no one noticed the dark figure lurking in the shadows leaning near the kitchen entrance smirking with an unlit cigarette nestled between his lips. Nate trailed far behind Mason, confused as to why he had suddenly stopped at the kitchen. Nate got his answer when he heard a soft moan echoing from the room. Happiness overcame him at the thought that his friend was getting his chance at happiness, but he also disapproved of Mason watching them like a pervert. As he pulled Mason by the arm, away from the intimate scene, he unfortunately noticed the state the kitchen was in. He tried his best to quell his rising anger in favor of Felix’s moment, but a good scowling was sure to come.

“Finally, I thought those two would never get to the fun part,” Mason chuckled, cigarette bouncing to the deep vibrations.

Nate rolled his eyes at Mason’s crude comment, but he couldn’t help but smile himself at this perfect night.

#wayhaven week 2020 #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #felix hauville #this man is never allowed in my kitchen

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an-unknown-writers-world · 5 years ago

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Expecting

Day Twenty-Four: Santa Claus

Part of @panicfob 25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Warnings: Angst – because what’s a Christmas Eve without it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First Person, nameless)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Bruce Banner (Not Professor Hulk because he freaks me out)

Word Count: 1619

A/N: So I lied- This will be a three parter, finishing up on Christmas day. I got a little carried away with this one. If you missed any of this series, you can find it here – Masterlist. Part one of this can be found here – Unexpected.

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Opening my eyes, I found myself in a dark unfamiliar room. A lukewarm ice pack on my forehead and the dull throb in the back of my head brought back my last memory. I had always known I could be a bit dramatic, but fainting was definitely a first for me. It was a lot to absorb, it shouldn’t have been so completely unexpected, but it was something I never thought possible with Bucky.

Bucky.

Did he know? Did Pepper tell him that’s why I fainted? Looking around I realized I must be in a guest room at Peppers. I needed to get up, figure out my next steps. I needed to find Bucky, I didn’t know what to tell him when I found him, but I needed him for my own comfort. With a heavy sigh I pulled myself up, my head throbbing worse.

“Don’t move too fast,” Bucky spoke softly. “You have a concussion.”

I screamed and nearly jumped out of my skin.

Moments like this where when I hated his assassin training the most. I thought the room had been empty, but in the shadows, I could see Bucky stand from the chair in the corner of the room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He hushed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, cradling my face in his flesh hand. It was warm and soothing, like chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven on a cold day. Closing my eyes, I leaned into his touch, desperate for the comfort it provided. This could be the last of these precious moments between us for some time, maybe even the last ever. Once he knew, everything would change.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asked.

I hummed, “Better now.” I replied. It was mostly true; I was better with him around.

“Banner will be here soon.”

My eyes shot back open, “Oh,” I took his hand from my face, interlacing our fingers.

“It’s okay, he should be coming with some answers.” He assured me. “Pepper had already spoken to him about something, we did a blood sample while you were out. She had a currier take it to him right after.”

“Do you know what he’s looking for?” I asked hoping to get some insight into what Bucky knew.

“I don’t. I was too worried to ask.”

That statement broke my heart. “I’m okay, Buck.”

He looked down where our hands were intertangled, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

I sighed, “Babe, c’ mere.” He laid his head against my shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tee, tee!” Morgan cheered running through the door.

Bucky pulled away and turned on the bedside table light.

“Sorry,” Pepper said coming to stand in the doorway. “She was too far gone when I tried to stop her.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled at Pepper. “Hey, baby girl.”

Bucky bent down to pick her up, setting her on the bed between us.

“Momma says I has to go bed,” Morgan stated.

“If you want Santa to come, she’s right.” I booped her nose.

She grinned ear to ear. “He’s really gonna come?”

My heart swelled at her childish excitement. “He sure is. Did you leave him cookies and carrots for the reindeer?” I asked.

“Momma, we gotta get busy,” Morgan shouted.

Bucky laughed, “Baby girl, the cookies for Santa are on the counter.” He reminded her.

“We’ll grab some carrots from the fridge.” Pepper said from the door. “It’s time for bed though. Say your goodnights please.”

Morgan crawled up in my lap wrapping her arms around my neck. It’s a good thing she wasn’t much bigger, or she would have strangled me. I squeezed her back, holding her tight.

“Merry Christmas baby girl,”

She pulled back and kissed my cheek, “Wuv you.”

I smiled back at her, “I love you more.”

“Come here, munchkin,” Bucky said grabbing hold of her.

“Tuck me in?” Morgan asked.

Bucky looked at me torn; I knew that he loved tucking her in.

“Go,” I said. “I’m fine.”

He scooped her up in his arms and took her from the room.

“Will you grab carrots for her?” Pepper asked as they walked by.

“Yes, where would you like us to put the cookies for Santa?” He asked.

“Next to the fireplace.” She replied. “Be good.” She directed at Morgan before kissing her forehead.

I heard their footsteps echo down the hall until Pepper came in and closed the door. I ran my hands down my face trying to clear my mind. Would Bucky be mad when he found out? He loved Morgan, and he was so good with her. Would it really be that different? I still couldn’t even get myself to think the words, let alone say them.

Pepper took Bucky’s spot on the bed.

“How bad is it?” I asked my hands still pressed to my forehead.

I could hear the emotion thick in her sigh. “I’m not going to lie. It’s not great. He was pretty upset when Bruce asked us to do the blood draw while you were unconscious. But it made sense for us to do it. Otherwise, he would have had to come over, do the draw and then go back to his lab and then come back again.”

I pulled my hands from my face, “Does Bruce know what he’s testing for?” I grimaced.

She nodded, “Bucky doesn’t though.”

“What does he think the test’s for?”

“Standard blood test to see if anything is out of the ordinary.”

I shrugged, “That makes sense.”

A moment of silence passed between us. Hundreds of unasked questions passing between us.

“Thank you,” I broke the silence.

She smiled at me halfheartedly, “I wish it were under better circumstances.”

I nodded, “Me too. I really have no clue how he’s going to respond or even how to tell him.”

“I think he’ll be shocked at first, maybe even scared. Not that he’ll admit that. But I think he’ll be happy.”

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Pepper yelled.

“Good evening ladies,” Bruce said opening the door.

“Hi Bruce,” I greeted.

“Please come in, close the door,” Pepper asked.

He closed the door and took a few steps to close the distance between us.

“Well, I’m just going to cut to the chase,” Bruce stated. “I’ve confirmed the results Pepper asked for. But you are severely dehydrated, and your iron is low which is part of your exhaustion.”

“Are you going to do an IV?” Pepper asked.

“I would like to.” He stated. “I know I haven’t been very present, but I feel like I need to ask this. Who’s is it?”

I laughed and Pepper looked at him shocked.

“You’re oblivious.” Pepper stated, shaking her head.

He still looked confused.

“Bucky,” I stated.

“Wow, I never.” He started and shook his head. “I never would have guessed that was possible.”

“Um,” I stuttered.

“No, no. Not the two of you. But for him, I didn’t think it was possible.”

“That makes three of us,” I mumbled.

Bruce’s eyes shot wide. “He didn’t think so either?”

“He said he wasn’t sure. But Bruce, please. He doesn’t know, I haven’t told him.” I explained. “I haven’t really told myself.”

“It’s not my place to tell him.”

I sighed, “Can you do the IV at the compound?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yes, I think I have everything I need in the lab there.”

“Okay, can you meet us there in about an hour?”

“Sure,” He agreed. “Is congratulation out of line?”

I smiled, “Not at all. Thank you, really. I hope I didn’t ruin your night.”

“I’ll see you soon. I’m assuming the code hasn’t changed?”

“Nothing's changed.” Pepper laughed.

He turned to find his way out the door, closing it behind him.

I let out a heavy sigh. “I guess it’s official.”

“I’d say this is a pretty great gift from Santa.” Pepper stated. “Not ideal timing, but all things considered.”

An idea popped in my head. “Do you still have the test?” I asked.

“Yes, I didn’t know what you wanted to with it.”

“I have an idea on how to tell Bucky.”

Pepper and I exchanged ideas and she offered to help prepare it before we left. She reassured me that everything would work out and told me how scared she was when she found out even though they had planned it. I wouldn’t have made it through this night without her and I was going to have to find a way to thank her.

When Bucky knocked on the door, Pepper excused herself to gather things for us to leave. Bucky told me about tucking in Morgan and reading her ‘The Night Before Christmas’. It was hard not to notice the way his face lit up when he talked about her; when I started to tear up, I blamed it on the exhaustion. Using that as a leeway into us needing to leave to meet Bruce.

Sam had pulled the car around the front of the house and took the cookie baskets Morgan made us to the car. We said our goodbyes and Pepper handed me a small gift bag; I whispered a silent thank you to her before stepping out the door. Only her and I knew the contents of that bag and it was terrifying to think about it. It was going to be a long drive back and an even longer night in the lab with Bruce. I would have to be sneaky about getting the gift bag onto Bucky’s bedside table while he was asleep. It would either be the best or worst Christmas present I ever gave, only time would tell.

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Part Three- Christmas Wish

#panic's 25 days of christmas #25 days of christmas #A Very Marvel Christmas #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #sam wilson #pepper potts #morgan stark #bruce banner

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chaoartwork · 4 years ago

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Multivoid: Chapter 3

A fanfiction revolving around 2K, Palindrome and the alternate Zims in the aftermath of the Battlevoid arc.

Based on Invader Zim comic issues 46-49.

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“Merged?!” Palindrome’s Dib exclaimed, “What do you do you mean the entire timelines merged?!”

“I’m not sure how it happened myself,” Palindrome was now lying on a couch the computer pulled into the lab so the Irken hybrid can lay down and continue recovering, “but whatever happened after the dissipation, the entirety of the alternate timelines, the timelines in which the Zims responded to the Irken signal and entered the Zimvoid, all merged to become a much bigger universe in one timeline.”

“And...how do you know that that all of the merged timelines here are the ones that are the Zims that lived in the Zimvoid.”

“My guess for that is because according to the computer, there are two thousand, one hundred and sixty-eight Earths in our universe right now. The population of the Zimvoid was two-thousand one hundred and sixty-nine Zims. One cutting out because Zib’s timeline no longer has an Earth and-“

Palindrome pauses when something came into his head.

“Wait. A new Zim entered the Zimvoid the day the war and dissipation occurred. So that would add up to two thousand one hundred and seventy Zims in the Zimvoid in total. Why is there one timeline missing then....?”

“Maybe the most recent Zim didn’t count because he was the most recent visitor?”

“Hm. Maybe. Then again, if it’s the Styrofoam Zim that is missing, then maybe his timeline didn’t get affected by the Zapper. Maybe...hm...that’s strange. But anyways, I’m very certain the timelines that have merged are the ones that interacted with the Zimvoid.”

“And...you said there are more timelines than that. What happened to the others?”

“That I don’t know. Hopefully they didn’t get affected by this,” he looks at the map. “But I think there is too many on our hands to worry about the other timelines. We need to first figure out what happened that caused all of us to merge like this. Given that we have come back, maybe the Zimvoid citizens have returned to their normal status as well. And....maybe 2K is looking for me too.”

He stayed quiet.

“Computer. Can you identify which planet is 2K’s?”

“2K?”

“Yes.”

“Uh. Sir. I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“2K. Number 2000. The baby version of me. Which planet is his?”

“Processing....boop beep boop.”

Soft whirring sounds are heard. Then it stops.

“Uh, sir, I find no information about a planet that belong to this 2K.”

Palindrome groans. Dib looks,

“Is it starting again?”

“No no, I’m not having another one! It’s just...” he sighs and mumbles to himself.

He pondered. He looks back up at the computer.

“Computer. Is there a way to send a signal to the other Earths?”

“Checking......accessible!”

“Perfect!” Palindrome smiled this time, “If so, I want you to send a signal with a clue. It should be something that only 2K can know.”

“Yes master. What clue message would you want me to send?”

Palindrome thought about it.

“Hm. Try maybe....’Pal’.”

“Very well. Clue message sending...”

“Pal?” The human asked in confusion.

“Yeah. 2K was the only one who often called me by that. Mostly when nobody is around. He was always too nervous on showing that we were very close friends , which is practical for a Zim to do. Zims are not suppose to be friends with anyone.”

“Even their own self?” His Dib was my confused.

“Clue messages is sent, Master!” The computer announced.

“Good,” Palindrome said. He sighs worriedly, “please respond, buddy.”

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Meanwhile, a Zim was seen in his lab continuing to experiment on the styroams. He was waiting impatiently until his antennae shot up in interest when the analyzing machine made a beeping sound.

“YES! finally! Yeesh, that took forever. Now then,” he went over to the controls and typed something, “to see the results!”

The result pops out on screen. Zim looks closely at it, humming while rubbing his chin.

“Let’s see. It says here that the packing peanuts are mostly made out of some natural Urth stuff such as wheat and corn starch. Because of this, they will not kill filthy....humans....when they...eat them-DOOKIE! I’m still not close!”

Gir, who was distracted by standing on top of Minimoose and maintaining balance gasped and looked at his master smiling,

“Oooo! Did you figure it out?”

Zim inhales...

“No...” he growled, “I didn’t. It seems everytime I try to figure out their secret deadly weapon, I ALWAYS have to go back to phase one! And to think I was getting excited on finally getting to phase two. Hmph!”

Gir gazed at his master. He then pondered.

“Hmmmm...OOOO! I THINK I KNOW WHAT THE PACKING PEANUTS DO!”

“Gir,” Zim sighed, “I’m not in a mood for another giant pizza story.”

Gir gives out a whimpers and looks at him sadly. Zim glances at him. Knowing he might throw another tantrum, he gives in.

“Fine. Go ahead.”

“OKIE!” Gir happily chirped and hopped out of Minimoose, “get this! We use to be popcorns. But then a packing peanut comes in and thought ‘Hey! I’ll turn them into packing peanuts too’! Then he makes all the other popcorn eat packing peanuts! And that is the story on how we all became packing peanuts!”

Gir happily stick his tongue out.

Zim looks at him in complete confusion.

“....You know, now I wonder if I prefer to listen to the giant pizza story again.”

Another beeping is soundly heard from the computer,

“You got Irken clue message!”

Zim turned in confusion,

“Irken clue message? Where did that come from?”

“Well um...sir. I don’t know how to describe it. But it appears that it came from-“

“Eh!” He smiles carelessly, “no matter! I’ll figure it out later. Now then, show me what this ‘clue’ thingy is.”

“Um. Right away, sir.”

The clue message appeared on the screen, with only a very short word written in Irken. Zim’s eyes furrowed in confusion,

“Who the heck is ‘Pal’? In fact, what kind of idiot would have a stupid name like that.”

“Uh, sir? I don’t think that’s suppose to be a name. My analyzation indicates that it is a very casual word that is used on planet Earth.”

“Oh! Wait, it is? Funny, I thought it was a name for a moment. Anyhow! Computer, explain to me what this word ‘pal’ means.”

“The word “pal” is a word people use to someone whom they are close to. Mostly to a friend. The word is basically another word for ‘best friend’.”

“Best friend, huh? Hm.....” he pondered about it.

He could have sworn he has used this word before. Maybe with Skoodge maybe? Then, again, he doesn’t really consider too much of him as a “best friend” any more. Especially when he turned his back on him by conquering a planet first. So why does that word feels familiar? It had to do with something. Something about....

His antennae raised up and smiled in excitement.

“I got it! The reason why I am familiar with that word is because it’s the answer I’ve been looking for the whole time! This MUST be the key to the solution! Compuuterrrr!”

“Ugh, what is it now?”

“Respond to the unknown messenger with these following words!”

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They were waiting for quite a while. Maybe several minutes to be exact. Palindrome decided to spend his time by letting his computer search a specific signal. While still lying on his couch and holding Miniwhale, he asked the computer,

“Anything?”

“Apparently, I cannot find the signal to the Irken Armada. Why this is the case is unknown.”

Palindrome softly groaned in frustration.

“Great. Now I can’t even communicate my Tallests. I can just hope that nothing has happened to them. Especially in a situation like this.”

He sighed and fully relaxed his body again. His eyes however remained gazing at the monitor, waiting for the response of his lost friend. Miniwhale looked up at his master, softly whimpering in concern.

The boy looked at him. His eyes furrowed.

“You’re different now.”

“Different,” Palindrome looks at him in confusion, “in what way?”

“Well since you came back, you seem less....Zim. I mean back when we met you were always excited to try to defeat me and do any schemes that can help you conquer the planet. When you became a fish, you did get a little quieter and less motivated into those things, which I let it step aside since it wasn’t that much of a change. But since you have come back after all those months, you’re different. You seem more....calmer and cautious. Especially more...nurturing to say the least. I don’t think I ever seen you comfort Miniwhale without getting bothered that I was around. And you now seem much more focused on finding this baby version of yourself instead of continuing your Earth conquer schemes or figuring out how to bring our universe back to normal. But you’re definitely not like that. Not like your suppose to. You’re now becoming the complete opposite, you know? It just...you know, feels like I’m speaking to a different person.”

Palindrome blinked. He looks in a bit of offense,

“What are you talking about? I’ve always been Zim. I mean if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have battled against that Zib.”

“That doesn’t count. He was HALF a Dib. Not to mention that you and your friend teamed up with another Dib.”

“Please, it’s not like we had any other choice. It’s either we remain stacked in a stupid prison or we-“

“Signal was responded from one of the Earth’s clones.”

Palindrome instantly turned to the screen with emotional hope.

2K!

He was about to get off the bed.

“Oh no you don’t!” his Dib stopped, “the very last thing I need is to carry your heavy fish body back on that bed.”

“Fine, fine!” He shoved him away and quickly looked back at the moniter, “tell me, computer. Is there any response from him. Anything at all so I know he’s alright.”

“Well, Uh. It’s only two words-“

“I don’t care!” He narrowed, “show me the message!”

His enemy looked at him in confusion. He has never seen the Irken act this desperate before.

“Ok ok, yeesh. Here’s the message.”

The two words appeared on the monitor in Irken language. Palindrome read it and grew extremely confused.

“Wh. What?”

“What does it say?” His Dib asked.

“Uh....” his eyes furrowed, “it says...’Packing Peanuts’.”

“Packing peanuts? Was that something 2K was into?”

“What?” Palindrome looked at him as if he was absurd, “no no no, 2K was never into those things. Neither did any other Zims from what I know of. What kind idiot would want to think about-“

He cut short, his face going blank.

The human child looked more confused.

“Zim, what is it?”

“....Actually. There was one Zim in particular that I did not mention in my story. Remember how I said earlier that there was a Zim who came in on the day of the incident? Well, 2K and I only came across the same one while we were escorting the Dib....no, his Dib to encounter Number 1. He was the brand new member of Elites who was able to surpass the greatest gladiator thanks to his Dib enemy’s ‘help’ if you can call it that.”

The fish hybrid looked back at him.

“This was a dumb one, but in his timeline, he accidentally ate packing styrofoams instead of popcorns.”

“Accidentally eating styrofoams? How does that make him a variation to the others?”

“Nothing special really. Just an ordinary but really dumb and crazy Zim,” he crossed his arms in irritation, “I even tried to see if maybe I can give him a chance on helping us stop Zib, but....he was really no use. All he did while we were prisoned was just muttering about random nonsense.”

“Uh...” His Dib’s eyes furrowed, “thats the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

“Tell me about it....”

The fish stayed quiet. He softly looked at the monitor,

“But if it is the Styrofoam Zim that sent that message, then why did he answer? That is something that only 2K would able to respond to. Then again, that guy may have just decided to randomly respond to a clue.”

He ponders. But he shook his head and groaned in frustration,

“Whatever, I don’t even wanna try getting him on our side again. He won’t listen either way.”

He looks back up at the screen.

“Computer, I would like you t....”

The room went quiet.

“..Sir, were you about to say something?”

“....Why, yes. I would like you to delete....”

However, every time he wanted to make the command on deleting the response that hold the location of the messenger, something was telling him not to do so. Maybe because he actually deep down wanted to give this Zim another chance? Maybe because he could know on what what happened to his friend? Maybe...it could be him? No, it can’t be him, he would never say something dumb like that, so it would leave with him feeling it could be both of the previous two theories. There was no telling when 2K would ever start responding. As far as he know, maybe his communication signal is having trouble working or he is stuck in his own planet for whatever reason. He didn’t want to think of the worse. He just needs to keep thinking that he is ok.

Nevertheless, just waiting in his planet for who knows how long is not gonna help. After all, 2K would have responded by now. If he is going to confront Zib, he needs to first find 2K. And before finding 2K, he needs help. The Zim that just answered could be the key to something. He doubts it in his mind. But for whatever reason, he feels a sensation that it might be the case. He just has to try.

“Sir?”

Palindrome was quiet for a while. Then became determined, making his decision.

“Set the estimation on how long it will take to get to this Zim’s planet.”

“Right away, sir. Calculating...”

Beeping sounds were heard. Then it stopped with it replying,

“By light speed, it should take approximately a day.”

“Perfect. We’ll get ready.”

“Wait,” His Dib became confused, “I thought you said this Zim would be no help.”

“Maybe so. But he might be useful somehow in helping me find 2K.”

“Really? What about that ‘Zib’ guy? Maybe he might know?”

“Listen. One thing for certain is that he is responsible for this mess,” he digs into his PAK’s storage for something, “and with him now saying that he can find a way to fix this new merged universe, we can’t just go over and face him alone. After all, he. Hold be setting a trap for us. And we need to be ready in order to avoid it.”

“We? Woah!” He is caught off guard in surprise when Palindrome threw something small towards him and catches it. He opened his palm to see what appears to be a tiny chip.

“What’s this?”

“I dare you not to drop it.” He squinted, “this thing is very very valuable and it’s lucky to have survived the crash. And if you do anything to it, I’ll make sure I imprison you for life.”

“I don’t understand though,” he looked up and huge confusion and asked again, “what is it?”

The Irken hybrid blinked before quietly looking at the chip on his enemy’s hand.

“Before I depart, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do first on my return the moment I got stranded in the Zimvoid. And there’s no way I’m going to do this long mission without him.”

#zimvoid #multivoid #zim 2000 #zim 2002 #iz fanfic #iz fanfiction #multiverse #irken #smeet

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hollyhomburg · 6 years ago

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Emergency Contact (PJM)

(Wrecked Pt.2) ( Part One)

Summary: Months after your break up, Jimin gets a call from you. Why are you passed out at a bar alone? And why is Jimin still listed as your emergency contact?

Tags: Pining, Alcohol, Vomiting, mentions of emotional infidelity,

W/c: 3.8K

A/n: I’ve been a little out of sorts recently; this might be the first thing I release for a little while. I have a lot of stuff that still needs to be edited and put out, but I think I might need to take a short break from being so active. Shouldn’t take more than a week though! Just need to get myself on track!

also, I got a little fed up with people not reading my works because the first part wasn’t linked! I don't know if this will pop up in the search results but idgaf anymore! please consider reblogging this more than liking because I still want people to see my work but want to make it easier for them to read!

Jimin is just about to fall asleep after a long day of practice when he gets the call. The one he always wanted to get and the one he never expected to come. He sees your name and picks it up instantly, fumbling for his phone in his covers, suddenly out of breath though he’s been lying down for at least 5 minutes.

“Y/n” he breathes your name like a prayer- like it’s very utterance will shatter the illusion and plunge the moment into dreamland. How many times has the exact same thing happened to him in his dreams?

“Uhm no?” an unfamiliar male voice says. “Is this Jimin?”

“Is this Woojin?” Jimin replies uneasily, remembering your boyfriend's name from the countless times he’d stalked him on social media after Seokjin’s initial prodding.

Seokjin and Taehyung had convinced to do it, even if it feels too much like stalking for jimin to agree with. ‘don't you want to know what you’re up against?’ Taehyung had asked him, finally making Jimin cave. And I mean maybe Jimin was just being petty but your new boyfriend wasn’t even cute. though he was taller than Jimin- but that's beside the point.

Jimin pushes his own insecurity and pushes himself up off the bed. drowned out music filters through the phone muffling their reply to the point where jimin can't understand them beyond a frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” it’s now been two months since you started dating Woojin. Jimin has only just gotten back to Korea and settled in after a tour. No more plans in his future besides a distant but looming comeback. He’d been unable to act yet on his desire to win you back, or even make a concrete plan no matter seokjin and Taehyung’s urgings.

“Uhm no…to be honest…I found the owner of this phone, Y/n right? almost passed out at the club I bartend at, you were her emergency contact. normally we’d just put her in a cab but-” the man sighs, “it’s my first day on the job and her phone was unlocked so I thought I’d give it a try.” Jimin’s heart jumps with concern and sudden dread, Jimin is already pulling on a sweatshirt and a facemask to cover his identity by the time the bartender is finishing his speech.

“Thank you for calling me and not doing that. I’ll come to get her, what is the name of the bar?”

The ride there is longer than Jimin anticipates, and he taps his hands against the steering wheel of his car while he waits in traffic (the car is expensive and freshly purchased after their promotional video at a serious discount). He parks the car on the curb and gets out to a few gawking faces that he equates to his expensive car ( freshly purchased after their promotional video at a serious discount) And not a breach of his identity as he rushes to the bouncers cutting the line, but they let him through once he explains the situation, one of them guiding him to you.

A young looking black-haired man is sighing as you slouch in a leather booth- looking far too underdressed for this sort of club. “Will you at least drink some water?” he says aggravatedly.

You giggle and boop him on the nose, “nope- I want vodka.” the bartender resists the urge to slap your hand away. Jimin knows why knows it’s hard to be upset at someone so cute and charismatic as you. He can even see the anger deflating from his shoulders with an aggravated sigh.

Jimin remembers the first night you ever met, at a ritzy party at a rooftop bar in Gangnam that Taehyung and Jungkook had made him go too. Taehyung was always making foreign friends with expensive connections. Not that they really were wanting for anything, but Taehyung and Jungkook liked getting out into the party scene as a distraction from their busy schedules.

He remembers sneaking out onto a closed balcony after Taehyung tried to make him play a new stupid American drinking game. Only to find it already occupied. Someone was playing a pop song over the speakers and Jimin had indulged in your voice for a moment as you sang along to the song.

“With a voice like that-”, he commented when your last note faded, your head whipped around to see who had overheard you, “-You could be an idol,” Jimin remembers thinking how cute you looked with your blushing cheeks, so put out to be caught singing by a stranger.

“Are you kidding me?” You say scandalized, as Jimin leans over the edge of the balcony and tries to be casual as he blatantly admires you. he waits to be chastised unintentionally, by your admission of knowing his identity. to have you say, oh my god famous Park Jimin thinks I could be an idol and the illusion of normalcy be shattered. but instead, you snort, raising an eyebrow at the incredibly hot stranger over the lip of your drink. “I could never lose enough weight to be even considered by an agency.”

You’d both been suitably plied with alcohol that evening, as you both stayed out on that balcony all night instead of going back into the private party. Sitting next to you against the railing, looking out over the rooftops of Seoul, often finding himself looking at your smile over the glittering lights. The truth had come out later that evening when one of your friends had opened the door hiding Jimin behind it but almost squishing him too.

“Oh my god Y/n, I didn’t bring you to this part to sulk about Mark, you have to come- those K-pop guys are doing one of their dances, no idea where the other one went- but the youngest one is the cutest.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” You said, when she closed the door, you’d been raising your eye at Jimin. “The other one huh?”

“Mark huh?” Jimin had parried effortlessly.

“He’s just my ex.” You say, shriveling your nose as you took a sip of your glass. “Those guys in there?” Jimin grimaces and downs the last of his drink.

“They’re my group members.” you don't ask him again about being an idol. though in the relationship that follows you become more than accustomed to the other boys, his family, who were your friends by extension.

Jimin and you had left soon after that, piling into a taxicab, you leaned your head on the seat and looked in his direction and he’d mirrored you. Sometimes when I’m in a taxi I close my eyes and pretend I’m rushing somewhere fantastic in some sort of ship.” You say giggling, your words ringing out something musical, but drunk and undescribably fantastic. Jimin had nodded along rapt with the way you were talking, low and tired.

“Come on,” you tugged at his arm, “pretend with me” your hand stays intertwined with his on the middle seat of the taxi, slotting into his feeling absolutely perfect and Jimin had found himself unable to look away from you at all, unable to close his eyes for even a second transfixed with the sight of your head tipped back against the seat, your soft smile, eyes closed, eyelashes pillowed against your cheek.

Jimin had felt what you felt like you were rushing towards something fantastic and awe-inspiring, but something different than a place. A feeling that was all of that, but so much more: like the warmth spiking on his tongue from cinnamon in fireball and kind of like something molten and golden filling him. Different than the exultation of being on stage but twice as hot, and slower acting like syrup through his veins, but savored none the less, addictive in its sweetness.

He’d felt that, but only after he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, softly parted under his own in surprise, tasting like champagne and vanilla lip balm. Sweet- So sweet and Jimin could only want more and more, even as the taxi driver cleared his throat as Jimin’s hand curled around your thigh and squeezed making you whine breathless and needy.

That one night stand had turned into coffee and breakfast. Which turned into a date, and then another, and then many more before Jimin had finally made you his. Many more drunken nights, days spent in bliss in your arms, No matter how hung-over you were.

You’d both grown up a little in your relationship and by the end of it, you had preferred to spend the nights sober in each other’s arms as opposed to slinking in some club just to make out in the bathroom. Jimin had barely been around enough to do just that by then, his crazy schedule had been a death sentence to your relationship.

Jimin has never seen you this drunk before though- you’re barely holding yourself up. You don’t get this drunk ever or at least not often.

Over the bartender’s shoulder you spot Jimin, and surprisingly you shout, “baby!” and move to throw yourself into his arms. He catches you, barely managing to get his arms under yours before you nearly fall out of the leather booth.

This is about as far as from what Jimin anticipated as possible. This reunion is so different from the one he’d imagined in his head. he always thought that maybe he’d run into you by accident at a party or at a convenience store, or bumping into you at your favorite park. And Maybe after that conversation would flourish and he’d invite you to a coffee to catch up with him.

But not this, not you in his arms again and calling him baby.

“Woojin” you babble against his ear, your hands linking around his neck. Of course, this is just his luck, you’re so drunk that you can’t even recognize Jimin- it’s obvious that you think Jimin is your current boyfriend. Jimin tells himself not to be hurt, to just appreciate having you in his arms again after so long spent apart. He swallows down the disappointment because he wishes you were that happy to see him.

You pull yourself out of the booth far enough almost falling forward. The bartender sends a scalding look Jimin’s way. he makes himself scarce before Jimin can even thank him. “Let's get you home.” Jimin hauls you up onto your feet but you sink further into his arms, for all intents and purposes you seem not to have heard him. Jimin Grabs your jacket and shoving your keys and wallet into the pocket of his coat.

You talk on, not realizing that the arms around you are not the arms of your current boyfriends but the arms of your ex. “I know you’re mad at me because I said I was still in love with my Ex but I promise- I promise I’m really really gonna try to get over him this time.”

Jimin freezes, in the middle of a crowded club somewhere in Hongdae. The words freezing the muted annoyance in his belly like Novocain. Jimin feels numb; hope claws it’s way through his chest, a desperate animal nearly dead but suddenly thriving. “What was your ex’s name again?” his voice shakes, even as he half carries you through the club, the roiling bodies dancing drunkenly, the lights flashing low and red.

“You know,” you say with a hushed voice, as Jimin stops for a moment before pulling his mask up around his face and getting his keys out propping you up against a wall before he continues walking you out of the crowded club “he’s the idol, Park Jimin.” Jimin stumbles almost losing grip on you as his feet hit the side of the curb, his heart is stuttering out an uneven choppy rhythm as his head rings with your words.

Still, in love, idol, Park Jimin, me, she’s still in love with me, he barely manages to grab onto you, swinging you to a stop pressed against him right in front of his car.

You look up at him, and he sees real recognition run in your face, “I think I’m going to be sick” you say, and Jimin can just tilt you against his car (to prevent you from vomiting on his shoes) and hold back your hair like a makeshift ponytail, before you lean against the side of his car and vomit over his wheel well.

“Shit,” Jimin curses, one hand going around your shoulders, he didn't realize you were that wasted, he’s never seen you this drunk before. Even now, the weight of your body against his is something supple and sublime, it doesn’t matter that you’re vomiting on his car- just that you still love him, maybe you never stopped loving him.

When you’re done vomiting you sway, and Jimin has to stoop to catch you so that you don’t fall against the concrete. “Hey hey hey- don’t pass out on me,” your eyes roll a little but then you come back again more lucid. Jimin manages to open the car door while supporting you with one shoulder before he lifts you into his car and buckles you in.

“Why are you being so sweet to me W-Woojin.” You bop Jimin on the nose, and he smiles, despite the fact that you might (definitely do) have a little bit of vomit in some of the hair in front of your face. Jimin must have missed when he was trying to make sure you didn’t vomit over yourself. But while it should be disgusting, it just warms Jimin’s heart to lean over and use a tissue to wipe it away, because he gets the chance to take care of you again.

“I’m always sweet to you Y/n and I think you know by now that I’m not Woojin.” Your breath hitches and you look over at Jimin with wide eyes as he pulls away from the curb.

“Jimin I-“ you rush to cover your mouth with your hand, it makes sense that you would be wordless when confronted by him. He knows you probably didn't mean to admit your secret to Jimin of all people- but you did and those words can't be taken back. But then he looks at your face, your pale cheeks, holding your stomach, and he realizes it’s just another wave of nausea. “Can you open the window I think I’m going to vomit again.” You dry heave out the side of Jimin’s car but don’t actually vomit, which is good- It means that you’ve gotten all of the alcohol out of your system.

You tilt your head a little outside of the window, good to feel the breeze on your sweaty face and Jimin turns the heat on high so that you stop shivering. He can’t stop staring at you, leaning out the window, your eyes closed, so much like the first night, you met him. And now here you are more than 2 years later, and on the precipice of something else, something completely different. your chest rises softly and your body goes limp with sleep. Jimin lets you drift off as he drives. Unable to stop himself from looking over you at every stop light.

He’s upset that he has to wake you up when you finally arrive at your apartment but he tries to avoid it. he hopes that you haven’t changed the code for your front door. Miraculously you haven’t but you wake anyway when he kicks the door open too hard and it slams against your opposite wall. “you can put me down you know” you murmur against his leather jacket. Jimin startles, smiling down at you as he pushes your door closed with his foot.

Jimin sets you down waiting for you to sway but the short nap you took and the vomiting seemed to have sobered you up. “Jimin you didn’t have too- like come get me I could have handled it.” Jimin just shakes his head and goes to get you a glass of water, passing it off to you before getting his own.

“I wasn’t just going to let them put you in a cab Y/n,” and you almost try to argue, but you know they would have. You sway and catch yourself against the counter, and Jimin’s already there, picking you up again, “let's get you to bed.”

“Sorry, you had to deal with me like this.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it, the hangover you have tomorrow will be punishment enough” Jimin deposits you on your bed, it’s still the same queen you had and probably the same bed that Jimin would make love to you on. He doesn’t let his mind linger long on the memories he has of your room, a different color now, but the bedspread is that same muted off white.

The coffee stain near the lip is from when Jimin tried to bring you coffee in bed. you’d spilled it after he accidentally discovered you where ticklish across your stomach. A spot he’d routinely abused for the rest of your relationship. seeing it there. the evidence of him still in your life makes him hope for things he shouldn't be wanting anymore. Not when he treated you like he did in your relationship.

Maybe Jimin is selfish because even though he knows you needed better than what he could give you then, he still wants this. He still wants to be the one set as your emergency contact and Wants to be in your life even if it means being the one who has to clean the vomit out of your hair. Now that he knows how wrecked he is without you- he’s willing to do more to keep you- he’s willing to try. before he’d thought that maybe it’s was too late to win you back, but after hearing your words tonight he’s not as sure.

He tucks you under those sheets now, and slips off your knee-high boots, tugging them off your calf’s and giving the muscle there a short squeeze. You make a noise in the back of your throat and he does it again, and more with the other leg. You seem content to lie there and fall asleep but Jimin doesn’t let you, his hand tilting your face away from your pillow, producing a makeup wipe from your bedside table.

“Come on you hate waking up with makeup on” you make a surprised noise, your eyes not opening as you let Jimin take off your makeup.

“You always did such a good job of caring for me.” You murmur hushes as Jimin wipes over your eyelids. Apparently, you’re not as sober as Jimin initially thought.

“When I was around you mean,” Jimin says harshly, his anger directed at himself, making you fall silent and open your eyes a little before you close them so Jimin can finish taking off your eye makeup. Jimin finishes studying your face, your breath evening out and your eyes closed. He smiles softly, turns you on your side so that if you pass out you won’t choke on your own vomit and shuts the lights off on his way out.

He gets a spare pillow and a blanket from the cupboard where you keep them and makes your wide couch, it’s the only thing that’s noticeably different in your apartment from what he remembers. It’s a lot longer than the old thread bear couch you and Jimin used to make out on while you pretended to watch TV so he can stretch out completely instead of crunching up.

The lights from a passing car cast shadows on the wall periodically as Jimin tries to sleep but he can’t, your words play over and over in his head keeping him awake like a song stuck on repeat. “I’m still in love with my ex, the idol Park Jimin,�� Jimin can’t breath around the emotions growing like weeds in his chest, and as much as Jimin tries not to name them, they feel a lot like hope.

Jimin wakes when it’s probably far into the next day- only getting a few hours of sleep after his eyelids finally dragged him mind down but he feels like he’s barely closed his eyes. Thank god you didn’t choke on your own vomit in your sleep because Jimin’s not sure he would have woken up for anything short of you dropping a pan in the kitchen adjacent to your living room. which it sounds like you did just do when he leans up and watches you slouch to pick it up with Your back turned to him.

“Morn-“ but you let out a shrill shriek, wiping around, your pan clutched in your hands like a weapon as Jimin yawns, stands, and stretches.

“Jesus Jimin you scared me. What the hell are you still doing here anyway?”

“What do you mean,” Jimin says, standing up and helping himself to your coffee maker. He scratches his stomach, lifting up a little bit of his shirt. He catches you looking at his chest before your gaze flits away, the coffee maker gurgles as it turns on, sending you through the awkward silence.

“I thought that after last night you would have cleared off.”

“I wasn’t just gonna go- you know I’m not like that,” Jimin says, still looking at you as you busy yourself getting some eggs out of the fridge, he remembers how you used to tell him to stop staring at you when he would watch you in the mornings, his hair all messed over his forehead and his eyes puffy. “And besides I thought we could talk about last night.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Jimin shakes his head, not letting you get away with it.

“Don't try to pull that shit right now. I know you remember what you said to me.”

“What If I say I don’t, and I’ll make you breakfast for a thank you, and then we can go back to our lives like before” Jimin shakes his head, taking the carton of eggs from you and putting them on the counter.

“I don’t want that- and judging by what you said you don’t want that either.”

“Jimin, I’m in a relationship. I’ve moved on.” You stress the words, trying to take the eggs back but he holds them out of your reach. Now that he has you close, looking conflicted and sleep-addled in your kitchen, in the kitchen where he fell in love with you. Really your entire apartment was where he’d fallen in love with you.

It was your sleepy little hideaway, the hideaway from Jimin’s real life. But really- he’d never been more himself than the version he was with you, which was why the last few months had been so hard. He’d been missing apart of himself and here it was trying to grab the eggs out of his hands.

“Y/n- don’t tell me that, don’t lie,” Jimin says lowly like a curse, and your gaze flickers down to his, and you take in how you are, almost pressed to him in the midday light of your kitchen. Too close to his chest.

You try to turn away but Jimin catches your hand. “Jimin,” you say, his name a warning, but he continues before you can.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t still feel what I feel Y/n” Jimin says, holding your hand against his chest, trapping it there so that you can feel his heart beat unevenly against your palm. “I still care about you, I still want to make it work, and I promise you with everything I’ve got that I will try harder, be better, and put you first this time if you only let me. If you only give me one more chance”

Jimin barely processes the hot tears rippling down his cheeks, his lips bitten and red from the night he spent lying awake. “I still love you, I love you so much, I need you in my life, and I know that now more than I did before, I’ve lived without you and I don’t- please don’t make me go back to that. Don't make me hope for it and then tear that hope away.”

“Do you regret it?” you ask softly, biting your lip as a tear catches on the curve of your lower lip. jimin imagines kissing the salt off of them, licking into your mouth and pressing you against the counter, the image hitting him so hard that he was to forcefully restrain himself from actually doing it. Jimin is soothed, even though he knows he shouldn’t be, to see you as conflicted as he is.

“Do I regret how I treated you?” Jimin lifts your fist to his face and punctuating every word with a kiss to your knuckles. “Every. Single. damn. day.” your mouth opens once then closes as you're lost for words. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, not by a long shot, and that you’ve already given me so many, but if you walk away from us now, that’s on you this time. I’m here. And I’m ready to give you my all.” Jimin resists tugging you back when you withdraw your hand from his hold.

He resists letting it go. his heart collapses in on its self, it feels like a burning star collapsing into a black hole as you put on your jacket and grab your keys. Jimin swallows; see’s your mouth open once and then again, as you press back to him.

Your arms feel like a battering ram, as they wrap around Jimin, clutching him to you, harsh and quick. The hug just as fleeting at the brush of your lips against his collarbones that makes him jump. Your hands are hard as you cup his cheeks in your hands, you look up at him, fainting a small smile blinking away tears as your fingers pushing away his.

He wants to kiss you so so badly- but he won’t when you’re not his, he doesn’t know what this means, that tender and judging look in your eyes as they flick over Jimin’s face, not saying anything.

“Y/n” Jimin pleads unable to handle the closeness for much longer without acting.

“Just Stay right here, I need to go talk to Woojin- but please,” you head towards the door but can’t resist turning back to him to look, to drink him in standing in your kitchen again. You almost fall over trying to put on your shoes while you look at him. “Please don’t go anywhere.” Jimin swallows back something that feels too much like disappointment to feel good, and nods.

“Here” He agrees, watching as your large jacket bunches around your wrists. He tosses you his set of keys to his car. “You left your car at the bar last night- take mine.”

You wrap Jimin’s keys around your fingers and your smile is a little bit heartbreaking, as you smile back and say “Okay.” looking back at him once more before you leave.

It’s been a few months since Jimin was in your apartment but he still knows your system well enough to find some cereal and some milk for breakfast. He waits around for an hour watching some news and lounging on his mock bed on your couch. Trying to distract himself from where he is, where you are, and what he hopes you’re doing right now.

He makes it through half an episode of some reality tv show before some mid-morning drowsiness and tiredness from the night make his eyes slide closed.

When he wakes from his nap, his first indication to the fact that you’re home is the fact that the tv is off. You're sitting on the other end of the couch as Jimin straightens up. Your head is tipped back against the edge of the couch, your eyes are red-rimmed from crying and you don't respond when he says your name.

“Are you okay?“ Jimin cuts off, he wants to reach out and pull you into his arms. Your hand tips down and drops his keys against the couch your hand falls open. Jimin reaches out, lacing his fingers slowly with yours. giving you the chance to pull away. It takes a second but then you’re gripping Jimin’s hand like you’re afraid he’s the one who’s going to let go. You open your eyes, your gaze sliding to his.

“It wasn’t easy, none of this is easy” you stress, “but yeah… I broke up with Woojin.”

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Marichat May Day 19: Tuxedo chat

Summary:

It's prom time! Marin, who wasn't planning to go in the first place, founds himself in a tuxedo, without a date and surrounded by all of his classmates getting chummier by the second.

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When the school announced that they would be holding a prom, everyone got really excited about it and began to daydream of the event, all dressed fancy and having some fun. To Marin thought, the thought of it caused him anxiety, and that's without taking into account that most of the boys would come to him begging for help for their atire. So he decided not to go to the event but help with the preparations. Marinette on the either side, was excited for the prom and had been trying to ask Adrien to go with her, but the Agreste were apparently prohibited to do so after having been caught doing a little escapade while they where supposed to be doing their piano and guitar lessons. And as expected, both aspiring designers got tons of commissions for the prom.

While Marin was making the tuxedos, smokings and whatever for his male classmates, they tried to convince him to go to prom to no avail. It didn't mattered that Marin didn't have a date or that he was too busy, they went out of their way to convince him. They bought the materials for him, they tried to set him on surprise dates to find someone to go with and Alen even comissioned him another tuxedo for Marin to wear. However, Marin refused with all his might to go there. He didn't like that kind of events, there where too many people in a small place, it was the perfect place for Cleon and Sebastian to ruin his night, he couldand would embarrass himself in the most awkward ways and he didn't even knew how to dance. It was pointless to try to convince him. Or so he thought.

On the day of the prom, Alen presented himself with all the boys on Marin's room, to make gala of their clothes and to try to convince Marin one last time. This time thought, they had a secret weapon that Marin did not expect: Sabine. As Marin's mother, she understood perfectly her son's insecurities, but she knew that prom was a unique experience that only came once a year if there was luck, so she threatenned Marin to go or she would confiscat all of his fabrics, tools and sewing materials. So Marin accepted against his will and put on his tuxedo, had some photos taken by his mother and went to the prom with Marc, Nathaniel, Ioan and Mylo while the rest of the guys went to get their dates, which made him feel a bit uncomfortable for being the fifth wheel.

When they got there, Marin excused himself and went towards the tables to pick something to eat and drink, safely getting away from a rather awkward situation. He spent most of his time here and there, ocasionally chatting with friends who came and went to have a chat or praise his skills with the tuxedos commissioned. He saw Marinette a couple of times chatting with Kagami and Sakura, but he didn't dare to approach them since he had broken up with Sakura way too recently after she confessed that she liked girls instead of boys and their friendship got awkward. When he got fed up, he went to the roof of the building the school had rented, getting some peace and tranquility while still hearing the music from below. He went to the handrail and stared into the void of the night, but a sound ehind him make him turn around just to see Kitty Noire with a precious black dress with silver dust exalting the aesthetics of the dress.

"Well, well" says Kitty Noire smiling. "Fancy meeting you here Prince Charming. You look even better than usual".

"Right back at you Kitty, that dress seems to be made from the starry night sky itself and it suits you perfectly, as if the gods had tailored the sky to enhance your charms" says Marin.

"My, my, I don't remember you being this smooth" says Kitty with a smile while she internally melts from the compliment. She boops his nose. "But I must say that I quite like it. Maybe you should try it some more, I might end up falling for your charms".

"That would be impossible, I can only compliment you so much and it wouldn't even reflect a tenth of how amazing you are" says Marin. "I would be nowhere near to make you fall for someone like plain old me".

"Plain old you? Please Marin, we both know that you're anything but plain" says Kitty Noire. "In fact, I'm surprised that you're here instead of being down there, dancing with your date".

"It's hard to dance if I don't have a date Kitty" says Marin and Kitty stares at him confused. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't want to come in the first place and I rejected a lot of possible dates".

"I didn't peg you for a heartbreaker" says Kitty Noire.

"Me neither, I never thought I was someone handsome" says Marin.

"You know there's a reason why I call you Prince Charming right?" asks Kitty frowning. "Marin you're handsome, attentive, sweet, caring and selfless. It's not that hard to fall for that type of guy".

"Maybe you're right" says Marin looking away.

"No, maybe not. I am right" says Kitty facing him. "And you have to acknowledge that".

"Kitty, even if I were to accept that, I can't date someone, so it doesn't matters" says Marin.

"Huh? What about Sakura then?" asks Kitty crossing her arms.

"That was... Forced and an exception of sorts, given that she's strong enough to fend herself" says Marin. "I didn't have to worry about her suffering because of my bullies".

"You could date once you ended Lycee then, or you could date another strong girl" says Kitty.

"Like who? Because please, illuminate me if you know of a strong girl that loves me, that she isn't out of my reach and that she's not the daughter of my soon to be boss" says Marin sarcastically. "Because I would date such a girl, but only if I fell for her and if I forgot about the two girls who have my heart".

"Who are those girls? Why can't you ask them out? Why are you such a coward?" says Kitty getting angry.

"Who are they? Oh, it's just a supermodel I work for and one of Paris heroines, girls out of my reach for several different reasons" exclaims Marin, but then he regains his composure. "I'm sorry about that Kitty.I guess you're right, I'm nothing but a coward".

"Then stop being one" says Kitty a bit shaken. "Tell me who these girls are and I'll bring the there. Confess to them and accept whatever result you get".

"It's not that- I'm not going to make you change your mind, am I?" asksMarin sighing, half tired and half nervous.

"Not happenning" says Kitty firmly.

"The first one is a girl that brought me hoped and made me dream again, one who inspired me so many times, Kitty Noire" says Marin. "The second one actually likes me and I know that. It's easy to picture a future together, since she constanly keeps me smiling and making me happy, she's just like the sun".

"Okay, first, if the second likes you, you're dating her as soon as I brig her here" says Kitty Noire a bit down because she has no chances. "Second, you still haven't said their names".

Marin blushes a bit. "Actually, I've said one. The second girl is grounded right now, so don't get Adrienne in trouble by bringing her here. She's literally my boss and his father will soon be too, there's no way I can date her even if I love her" says Marin and gulps. "As for the first one... It's you, Kitty Noire. It has always been you".

"I- But- Wha-" says Kitty baffled. She blushes intensely. "A-Are you bei-i-ing serious? Y-You aren't lying t-t-to me-me?"

"How couldn't I fell for you Kitty? You were a bright shinning ray of hope since the very first day. Even before we met, I couldn't get you out of my head. You're seriously an incredible girl" says Marin. "I understand that I'm just a mere civilian and I have no chances, so I never asked you out. Pathetic, I'm just a pathetic coward" says bitterly.

Kitty slaps him with tears on her eyes. "Snap out of it! Stop being so self-depreciating and look at me in the eyes!" exclaims Kitty grabbing Marin's face. "Look at me! Do you really think you don't have a chance? Would I visit you so much if I felt nothing for you? You've always had a chance idiot! I love you!"

"Y-You... You love me?" asks Marin not believing the words he's hearing.

"YES! I love you! I've been loving you for a lot of time now!" says Kitty, leting out all of her emotions. "I've been trying to make it obvious enough for you to notice me! Even Marinette knew that and gave me enough space! But you never noticed!"

"I- I'm sorry Kitty" says Marin with tears falling out of his eyes. "I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for neve noticing your efforts, I'm sorry for only lamenting myself without paying attention to your feelings".

"Thank you!" says Kitty and grabs his face to kiss him senseless. "Thank you for finally noticing, even if it took so long!"

"I- Uh- you- Kiss?-"mumbles Marin astonished. He regains his senses and looks at her. "Can we... Can we kiss again?"

"Always" says Kitty smiling happy as she dries the tears from her face.

This time, it's Marin who begins the kiss, awkwardly approaching her to make sure that Kitty is okay with it and when he comfirms it, he softly presses his lips on hers, shyly enjoying the chaste kiss at first, but slowly adding more passion to it. Kitty Noire corresponded to his passion and embraced him, putting her hands around Marin's neck and pressing his face closer to hers, wanting more. Moments later, they break apart to breath as they stare at each other as if they were hypnotized. they can still feel the warmth of the other's lip and it fills them with love. Marin takes a step forward to hold Kitty Noire, but he steps back doubtful, so Kitty simply throws herself at him and hugs him happy.

"That was..." says Marin staring at the void. "That was incredible".

"I'm glad that I'm a great kisser then" says Kitty smirking.

"You're perfect. I- I've never felt like this" says Marin hugging her tightly.

A ballad starts playing from below and Kitty's eyes gleam. "Do you want to dance?"

"I have to admit that I never learnt to, but I don't think I could say no to you anymore" says Marin.

"Don't worry Prince Charming, this dame will teach you without biting much" teases Kitty.

They begin to dance in the rooftop, alone in the middle of the night where no one can see them from the streets, going back and forth following the music at a pace dictaminated by the song's rythm. Kitty Noire enjoys the experience as she teases Marin, who's focused on avoiding stepping on Kitty, but he's also enjoying their moment. They keep dancing more and more until the ballad fades and a pumpy pop song begins to play. Then, they begin to banter carelessly, joking and teasing one another, happily enjoying their time without any kind of worries. That is, until Chat Noir lands in front of them with a black tuxedo and a green shirt instead of his usual suit.

"Uh... Hi there" says Chat Noir trying to ignore the fact that when he landed he slipped and fell on his butt. "I heard there was a party inside?"

"Yes! There is one!" says Kitty Noire embarrassed. "We're here just taing some air after dancing like there's no tomorrow".

"You should try the food it's awesome" says Marin nervously. "Nice tuxedo by the way".

"Thanks, yours isn't bad either" says Chat Noir and then leaves wondering if they saw him falling like that.

"I can feel my heart beating in my throat" says Marin. "If he had arrived when we were kissing..."

"That would have been a nightmare" states Kitty Noire. "Maybe we should go somewhere else?"

"Sure, I'll just send a text to Marinette in case she worries about me later" says Marin.

"THen hold tight Prince Charming, we're going all the way up to Eiffel's tower" says Kitty grabbing Marin.

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