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yoruthewardevil · 2 years ago

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Twin Flame

Plot: Akito and Shigure realize that their connection goes far deeper than that of a dog and its god.

Inspired by MGK's Twin Flame song. Lots of time jumps. Lyrics are italicized. I made a video on tiktok to go along with this: CLICK FOR VIDEO

It's been six days since the last time I saw your face

And you asked my sign

I told you mine, I questioned why

And you said, "Everything's aligned"

As per usual, the zodiac dog was sitting on the engawa, book in hand. It was a hot day and anyone with an ounce of sanity would've stayed indoors, but desperation filled the young boy's soul. At only eleven years of age, Shigure knew what he wanted most in life. Being near her, even just for a moment, was enough to calm his restless soul. So naturally, he'd hoped to encounter her that hot summer day.

Although it wasn't usual to see Akito around the estate on a very hot day, Shigure felt as though the girl could sense when he was close by, the same way he could sense her presence. According to the maids, the heat of summer often made Akito sick and therefore, they'd always done their best to keep her indoors. God did whatever she wanted though and most days, she'd come out to play with the older kids, even if it meant that she'd be sick for several days following the outing.

"Shigure, are you really the dog?"

His head turned fast to see her standing there, hands on her hips. Although this information had previously been given to her, Shigure realized that she'd never seen him in his dog form. Patting the space beside him, he set down his book and gave her his full attention. Little feet moved towards him to take her place beside him. "I am. I thought you knew this…"

"I do! I just wanted to be sure. I've never seen you as a dog. My father says dogs are loyal to their master. Will you be loyal to me forever? I am your master, after all." A small smile spread across her lips although her tone was venomous. Shigure didn't quite understand how someone so young could have such fire inside of them. Akito was well spoken for a child her age despite being incredibly shy at times.

"Of course I will. You're who I care about most." No truer words had ever left his lips. He didn’t even love his own parents the way he loved Akito. Judging by the smile on her face, he assumed that had been a good enough answer. They sat there together, not saying a word to each other for a moment.

"I saw a dog once." Again, silence. Shigure had attempted to give her time to continue with her story but clearly that was all she'd wanted to say. It was almost comical, Shigure thought. Of course children her age enjoyed sharing random stories and thoughts that went nowhere. Out of fear that she'd get upset and leave, he did his best not to laugh.

"Maybe one day I'll get the chance to show you," he said as he tucked a strand of hair behind her tiny ear. As dumb it was, something about knowing that she'd someday she would see his other form made him feel vulnerable. The curse had never been something painful to him, but he was young and assumed that if his other form wasn't to her liking, she'd think less of him.

"I'd like that." Again, she smiled and that smile was something he'd dreamed of since before she had been born. Without another word spoken between them, Akito leaned against Shigure. Picking up his book, he read to her as he often did when they were alone together.

On the first day, you told me

I was your twin flame from a past life

And tonight, the moon is full

So take me anywhere outside

They sat together on the engawa, her hand on his thigh while his arms were around her. In truth, he hadn't the faintest idea what he would've done had she not come to him that day. He'd laid his cards out on the table and wore his heart on his sleeve for her yet due to their history, he'd had no idea what to expect.

His eyes never let his book, refusing to even look up at her despite wanting to see her wearing the gift he'd given her. If she rejected him, he wasn't sure he could stand it. When she spoke, it was like the dream all over again. It was real and she'd truly come to him, wanting him to be the one to love her. At long last, she was his and his alone. Their love was vocalized and he'd waited years to hear her say those three words.

"Do you believe in other types of bonds?" Her words had confused him given that he was still replaying the first kiss as a couple in his mind.

"Bonds?"

Akito sighed, looking down for a moment as if she was unsure of whether she wanted to continue this conversation or move on to something less embarrassing. "It's just that… all these years, I wanted so badly to believe that the bond would never break. When it did, I didn't know what to think. It was like being slapped in the face. I felt so alone until I started doing research on bonds. I learned about soulmates and twin flames, that kind of stuff."

"I've heard of soulmates, but what is a twin flame? It sounds like some sort of candle." He laughed and she hated him for it. Regardless of the topic, he was always doing or saying something to make her regret even saying anything to him. It was as if he enjoyed making her angry.

"You're an idiot, you know? Twin flames are two souls that are bound together for eternity. Well, I guess one soul in two bodies. The love and connection is intense and unlike any other. One article I read even mentioned how twin flames are often in love before they're ever born. It made me think of you." A sigh escaped her lips as she moved her hand away from him and rested it on her own thigh. Something about sharing this information with him made her feel vulnerable in a way she never had before.

"Eventually, after meeting and connecting so deeply, conflict of some sort happens. One person runs away from the connection while the other tries to chase after the one that ran. Fuck… this sounded a lot better in my head."

Rather than laughing as she likely expected him to, he wrapped his arms even tighter around her. Although this was a new concept for him, he could easily see how she could find their situation relatable to what she'd described. After all, he'd loved her since before she was born and although some would attribute his intense connection to her as being part of the curse, he'd always known deep down that there was more to the connection than anyone would ever believe. As a child, she'd always preferred him. There were many times when the two were content merely being in the other's presence.

As for conflict, they'd had more than their fair share. Both had deeply wounded the other and for years, they'd played games with one another in an attempt to hurt each other. They were toxic yet their feelings for one another brought them back to each other time and time again. As for running and chasing, it was true that they'd done both. Akito had always been the runner whereas he'd been the chaser. Sure, there were times when he'd ruined things for himself but the belief he'd held that one day she'd come back to him had been all the motivation he needed to continue to chase after her.

"What happens then? Do they just keep running and chasing?"

"No, eventually they surrender to the bond and work on healing what they've broken both within themselves and within the relationship." There was a hint of confidence in her voice now compared to before. Shigure assumed that it was because she sensed that he was genuinely interested in what she was saying.

"So is that what this is? Would you call this sweet surrender?"

"I'd say so," she said softly as she looked up at the sky. Day had turned to night so quickly that she hadn't noticed the full moon or the chill in the air. She shivered, moving closer to him.

He kissed her forehead, afraid now that she'd get sick from the cold. "Perhaps we should go inside." Shigure already knew what her answer would be.

"No, I like looking up at the moon. You know, I'd sit here and watch the moon sometimes when I'd think of you. I remember being very young, probably five or six. Most days, we could only play together for a few hours because you had school the next day or something, always something stupid. I'd sit here, looking at the moon and wondering if you could see it from your house. Something about knowing that we were looking up at the same sky made me feel better about you not being there with me. Even after I kicked you out, I'd do this sometimes."

Another sigh left her as she looked towards him, searching his face for any indication of how he felt after hearing this information. "I hated it. I hated that I'd miss you. This damn moon was always a reminder of you. Hatori would catch me out here every time you and I had an argument and I think he always knew the significance of the moon and how it correlated to you."

There was a pregnant pause before he stood up and made his way inside. She was about to lose it and get angry with him, assuming that he was walking away from the conversation, but he quickly returned with a blanket. Shigure draped the blanket over her shoulders and pulled her close once again.

"Had I known that, I would've started arguments with you more often so that you'd have no choice but to think of me." He smiled and winked at her, causing her to chuckle softly. "So about this twin flame thing, now that we've surrendered, what comes next?"

"Healing," she said before kissing his lips. The belief that their souls were bound to one another and had lived many lives together was something they both believed now. All that mattered now was the love they shared and the life they planned to build together.

I cannot kiss you yet, you're magic

So I'll just stare at you instead

"Shigure?" Silence. "Shigure?"

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. "Akito?"

"Why are you staring at me? You're being really weird."

The boy hadn't meant to stare, but when he saw her walk towards him that day, it occurred to him just how special she was. Not many people could say that they were born to be loved, but she could. Shigure always thought back on the dream he'd had and how it had changed everything for him.

"I was thinking about how special and loved you are. I've cared about you far longer than I've actually known you and I intend to care for you for the rest of my life." Although he was still very young, he already had a way with words the way a true novelist would.

"I know that. You have no choice but to be loyal to me." The girl smirked, already knowing the power she possessed. Her father had told her many times that she was special and that all the zodiac members would love her and stay by her side forever. It was something she expected of all of them and Shigure was no different.

He frowned, realizing that she hadn't quite understood what he'd meant. "I know that, but even if there wasn't a bond, I'd always be here for you." Shigure realized that she was too young to understand the weight of his words or the love he felt for her. They were still children but he found comfort in her presence, loved embracing her and would live solely for her. Although the others were obligated and bound to her, Shigure knew that he was the only one that loved her beyond the bond they all shared.

Before he could grasp what was happening, he felt her little arms pull him close. He knew he wasn't the only one she'd done this with. There had been a few times where Shigure had seen her hug Hatori like this as well and had felt jealous of his best friend but the jealousy was always short-lived. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

"I love you, you big idiot. You're more annoying than Hatori but less annoying than Ayame so I guess that makes you one of my favorites." He couldn't help but smile and she smiled back. It was one of the most sincere moments they had ever shared together and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. It seemed as though the older she got, the more she needed the elder members of the zodiac. Oftentimes, Shigure would hold her as she cried or soothe her when her emotions became too much to bear. He'd been the one to comfort her the night her father died.

Against his better judgment, he kissed her forehead. Akito's eyes went wide. It was something he'd never done before and clearly she hadn’t expected it. For a brief moment, their eyes met and he saw genuine happiness in her eyes, something he hadn't seen in quite a while. With the death of her father came many responsibilities that had weighed heavily upon her despite her young age.

"Promise to always do that?" It was commanding yet he heard the hope in her voice.

"Always." He'd always keep his promise to her no matter where life took them. Shigure didn't believe in magic and had always found the concept of it stupid. Ayame once put on a magic show for him and Hatori and although Shigure would never admit it, he found the whole thing comical. However, in that moment while they embraced, he realized that Akito was the only thing he considered to be true magic. She had been born to love and he loved her, always.

I get insecure and panic 'cause I know you're too pure for this

You're too good for me, I'm too bad to keep

I'm too sad, lonely

I want you only

It tore him apart when she'd chosen Kureno over him. Shigure had been her first everything and yet now he found himself at a loss knowing that she now shared her bed with Kureno. He'd made the mistake of bedding her mother in an attempt to hurt her for hurting him and it had only caused more damage between the two. Not only had she kicked him out of the compound but she had refused to see him whenever he'd stop by.

Only Hatori knew how bad this whole ordeal had broken his friend. To most, Shigure was the most carefree guy they'd ever met. Even in the face of trouble, he'd remain cool and composed. That was the side of him that he wanted everyone to see. Hatori, however, had seen the broken man beneath the cool exterior, at least for those first few weeks.

"Shigure, you need to stop this. Give her time. Obsessing over this is no good for anyone involved and honestly, I'm tired of hearing about this from the both of you." Hatori had been thrown into the middle of their drama. Not only had he been forced to hear Shigure's complaining but he'd had to listen to Akito as well. He'd spent sleepless nights listening to Akito cry and break things in her room over Shigure's betrayal and although this was something he didn't share with his friend, he knew that both parties were hurting.

"I wanted her to reap what she sowed but I didn't expect this."

"Then what did you expect? You slept with the one person she hates most and then you went and told her about it like an idiot. You did it to hurt her and you wanted to rub it in. I'm not taking her side or yours because you both did wrong."

Shigure couldn't help but notice that Hatori looked exhausted and he figured that it was because of the situation with him and Akito. "So you admit that she's in the wrong as well?" He already knew the answer to his question but wanted to hear it anyway. Of course they were both in the wrong and right now, it didn't seem like she'd ever want him around again. "Tell me, does she really hate me or do you think she'll get over it eventually? Honesty Haa-san, she was in the wrong first. I merely followed her lead."

"There's no justifying what either of you did but she wasn't your girlfriend, Shigure and you knew that she would always belong to everyone else just as we belong to her. I hate to be the one to say it, but she doesn’t belong to you and was never yours to lose. As long as we're bound by the curse, she'll never belong to you. As for her getting over it, I assume it'll take some time. She's just as upset as you are." Hatori stood in Shigure's kitchen, watching as his friend sat at the table with a long face.

"I doubt that. She's absolutely heartless. For years, she led me astray, making me believe that she loved me only to give herself to him. Let her be upset. Let her cry, scream and make herself look foolish. She's not my problem and never will be. She made sure of that." His words were cold but it was obvious that he was hurting.

Hatori hadn't seen this side of Shigure since they were children and there was something unsettling about it. "She may not be your problem but I hope you're aware that your actions have caused problems for the rest of us. Being honest with her about your feelings would have spared you both some heartache."

Shigure laughed. "Heartache? How could she possibly be heartbroken when this is her fault? I bet he doesn't make her scream the way I do."

Taking a deep breath, Hatori attempted to wipe that mental image out of his mind. "I really didn't need to hear that. Don't come by the estate anymore unless she's ready to see you. Take this time to get settled into this house and to reflect on all that's happened. Maybe you'll finally decide to be honest with yourself and with Akito."

As much as Hatori wanted to support his best friend, there was only so much he could do and honestly, he was mentally exhausted from having to be a shoulder to cry on for both of them. Shigure would eventually get it together and Akito would eventually want to speak to him again. It was only a matter of time. Not wanting to deal with Shigure any longer, Hatori bid his friend farewell and went home.

In the days that followed Hatori's visit, Shigure had tried his best to avoid calling her. He wanted to hear her voice more than anything but then he'd think about Kureno and would find himself hating Akito once again. It took weeks before she finally called him.

"Shigure," she said on the other line.

"Akito, it's good to hear from you." His hands trembled as he held the phone to his ear. Only she was capable of evoking this kind of reaction in him.

"I'm sure it is. Hatori said you cried about me." He could hear the amusement in her voice. Of course she had to be venomous; it added salt to the wound. Unbeknownst to her, Hatori had also told Shigure that she had cried about him every day since she'd thrown him out. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she'd hurt him, he remained silent despite having so much to say to her.

"I still hate you, but I want to see you."

"And why's that? I'm assuming you want to rub your relationship with Kureno in my face some more." Just saying the other man's name enraged him.

"No, that's not it at all. I mean, I could do that but that's not what I want. It's not why I'm calling."

The embarrassment in her tone gave her intentions away. "What's the matter? He can't hit the right spot or is it that he doesn't know how to properly use his tongue to-..."

"Shut up. Can't you just be happy that I want to see you? Why do you have to always say things that make me want to punch you in the face? Just get your ass over here. Hatori will come pick you up." With that being said, she hung up on him.

As he got himself ready to see her, he reflected on their conversation. Shigure made sure he looked his best. He planned to show her just how stupid she was choosing Kureno over him. Deep down, he knew that his insecurity derived from the fact that she was god and would always be too good for him until he could figure out how to break the curse.

By the time Hatori arrived, Shigure had thought of a million things he'd wanted to say to her but he knew that once he saw her, none of it would matter. He loved her more than he hated her and distance had made him hunger for her in a way that he never had before. With one more smug look in the mirror, Shigure left his new home and got into the car. Nothing mattered anymore, just her.

I got six ways to say that I fell in love with you at first sight

I wish that I could frame the way you look at me with those eyes

Her eyes had always stood out to him. The first night Shigure had ever seen Akito, her eyes had captivated him. Only hours old, her purple orbs made his heart skip a beat when they looked into his eyes, as if seeing something deep inside of his soul. That night had been ingrained into his memory, easily one of the best moments of his life. Although the dog spirit was crying out for its god, Shigure knew that the love he felt for her went beyond that. Those eyes felt like coming home and his world would never be the same. All he knew from that moment on was that he wanted to be by her side forever.

As time passed, those eyes grew wider as they discovered more of the world around her. Shigure was only a few years older than her but something about seeing her curiosity about the world around her was exciting to him. On the days that she'd ask him to play with her, they'd dig for worms and shoot each other with water guns. He would do anything just to hear her laugh. Shigure took pride in knowing that she preferred to spend her time with him.

"You're my favorite," she would say as she looked into his eyes. No matter how many years had passed since the night they'd met, her gaze had always been enough to make his heart skip a beat. He lived for those moments when he was her favorite.

Years later, he was no longer her favorite. Kureno had taken his place and although she had requested that he visit her whenever possible, Shigure had been cast out of her hellish heaven. Like a fallen angel, he conspired against her but only because he knew that she belonged with him and he would make her see that. During this impossibly agonizing period in their relationship, the eyes he loved so much often looked upon him with disdain. It only fueled his determination to make her his.

Then came the day that it all came crashing down. He was free yet bound to her by feelings that were all his own. He'd given her the option to come to him and when she did, he swore to her that he'd never let her go. Shigure saw true happiness in her eyes that day and he was sure she saw the same when she looked at him. At last, he was her and she was his just as it was always meant to be.

The night he'd asked her to marry him, the moonlight reflected in her eyes as they filled with tears. Later, she would tell him that it had been the first time she'd ever shed happy tears. Her gaze went from the ring on her finger to his eyes and he could see all the love she'd had for him in that moment. On their wedding day, those eyes cried happy tears once again. Gazing at each other, the couple held hands and he'd vowed to love her beyond eternity. It shook him to his core to know that she was finally his. There would be no more competition to win her favor. The woman he'd loved for as long as he could remember was now his wife and that was all that mattered.

Life came full circle when he held the tiny baby in his arms. Watching the woman he loved give birth to their baby had been like witnessing a miracle, as cliche as that sounded. The baby opened his eyes and gazed upon his father with the same eyes his mother had the night she'd been born. Throughout Akito's pregnancy, Shigure had hoped that their baby would have his mother's eyes. In fact, the baby looked like a whole glass of Akito with a shot of him mixed in. Everything they had been through had led up to their son being born and Shigure couldn't think of anything more poetic than that.

Freeze time, baby, rewind

Maybe ask you earlier, "be mine"

See, I didn't understand deja vu 'till I met you

"I wish life had been fair to us. We could've been in love like this for years." There was sadness in her voice. Shigure hated it when she dwelled on things given that she had a tendency to allow the most trivial things to consume her and steal her joy.

Of course he knew she was right but neither of them could change the past. The important thing was that they were together now and nothing else mattered. "I've been in love with you for years and you always had love for me, or at least that's what you've said."

"Of course I did. Do you really think I would've allowed you to be in my presence ever again after what you did if I didn't love you? That's not the point I'm trying to make. It's just shitty that-"

He wrapped his arms around her waist, placing one hand upon her protruding belly. "Akito, listen to me. That's the ring I gave you that's on your finger. This is my child in your belly, our child. Nothing that came before all of this matters. We've made the choice to build a life together and this is what matters. It wouldn't be a twin flame connection without some conflict, right?" His lips grazed her neck, causing her to shiver.

"No, it wouldn't. I hate when you're right because you love to rub it in. After all these years, you haven't changed a bit." He could hear the amusement in her voice. The only thing that had changed over the years was that his love for her had intensified. When he'd married her, his love had intensified. The day she'd announced that she was pregnant, he fell even more in love with her than he thought possible. It seemed as though with each new chapter of their lives, love just kept pouring out of him.

"I never told you this but the night you were born, there was something in me that recognized you and it wasn't just the dog recognizing its god. It was my soul coming to the realization that the ties that bind us were ours alone, not those of what we'd been possessed with. I suppose it took quite a while for me to understand the magnitude of that realization. Based on what you've told me, I do believe you were correct in thinking that we have a twin flame connection." Unbeknownst to her, he had done his own research on twin flames.

"I know," she said softly, turning around to face him. He pressed his forehead against hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I knew as soon as I heard about twin flames that you were mine. We destroyed each other over and over again and yet we still ended up together. Life did everything it could to seperate us but you wouldn't give up." Their eyes met and he could see the smile on her face. "I'm happy you didn't give up. Life wouldn't be the same without you."

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frostandflamesfanfic · 3 years ago

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The Last Three Years (Sherlock x Reader) - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Hurts Like Hell

“I loved and I loved and I lost you…and it hurts like hell…” -Fleurie (Hurts Like Hell)

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x Watson!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: MAJOR Trigger Warning in this chapter involving ideation/harmful-for-self thoughts, drug addiction, and mental health. Depictions of these scenarios also may not be accurate.

Summary: Everyone has their demons. Months after Sherlock had left you, your demons had risen to the surface. With nothing else left to lose, will you cave into the temptations flooding your brain?

It had been ten months, three weeks, five days, eight hours, and twenty minutes since the phone call. Five more minutes since the impact. Every day since then has haunted you like a nightmare that you could never wake up from. The other night, you thought you had heard his voice in the halls. You had fallen asleep watching old videos of his previous cases. Even if the content was old, you didn’t care. The magic of the media had brought him back to you in even the slightest and you were desperate enough to cling to whatever was left of him.

You would always do your best to wander around living in your false reality for as long as possible. The voices you heard were him with a client. He was getting bored with the details and would be downstairs later to complain about their stupidity.

“Honestly,” he’d say. “How could someone be so stupid? The answer is so obvious that even you could solve it.”

You would then give him a look that would make him falter and backtrack.

“No, no, no. Everyone’s stupid, don’t take it personally. I just meant that you’d—” Another glare. “Er, that Anderson would be able to solve it with one look.”

The most difficult part was how as soon as you would allow yourself to get sucked into your little fantasy, you would need to force yourself to realise the whole situation was only in your mind. The warm feeling of having someone to talk to had faded. The flat had become a desolate and dark place once more. Sherlock was dead and you were left alone in your flat.

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For weeks since his death, Lestrade had done his best to look the other way- to avoid the fact the younger Holmes daughter was alive. You had made him promise to keep her safe from arrest. . .for Sherlock’s sake. Yet as time went on, Elora started not trusting her own actions. You would find her in a random location, with her having no recollection over how or why she was there. As the weeks went on, scabs would appear on her arms and legs out of nowhere. It was around this point you began to be concerned about her flatmate’s safety. She didn’t want to send her away, but she couldn’t bear it if one day she woke up and was too late to stop something far more dangerous.

Soon after her outburst, Elora had made the decision to leave Baker Street. The day the two of you had finished packing up the last few boxes for Elora’s new life, you felt as though you were staring up at the rooftop again. The world around you sounded tinny and you felt every step become more difficult.

“You’re sure about this?” you whispered to your friend. It was one of the rare times you could remember seeing any hint of emotion etched into the younger Holmes’ facial features. There wasn’t much that could make her crack, you knew that. Sherlock’s death had hit her the worst of all and while it pained you to see her go, you were proud of her all the same.

Elora gave you an apologetic glance as she hoisted a moving box into her arms. “I have no other choice,” she replied. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not any more than either of us have been, anyway. There’s just too many memories here.” When you opened your mouth to refute, your friend raised her hand. “It’s not just you. It’s everything. It reminds me too much of my brother and how I failed him.” She reached over to grip her flatmate’s hand. “It won’t be for long. Just until I can feel more confident that what I’m doing is actually me.”

Tearing up, you pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m going to be waiting to help you move back home whenever you’re ready. You just call me and tell me when. I’ll be there. I promise.”

“I‘ll be there,” you muttered tiredly to yourself nine months later. You clenched your fists into tight balls. Taking a deep breath, you took in the bitterly cold London air. “It’s been nine months.”

What neither of you had taken into account that day was just how bad Elora’s condition truly was. The longer she was away from the rest of the world, the more she began to break. The hallucinations kept coming. Whenever you would visit her, she would appear more and more distant. She did her best to keep up the interactions, but one day, the calls and text messages suddenly ceased. One night, you received a phone call. The doctors had told you something had triggered Elora, but they couldn’t pinpoint just what it was. Doctor Morrison had recommended that you refrain from visiting your friend’s new flat for a while.

“If we don’t know what’s causing it,” he said. “We can’t help her. The only lead we have so far is. . .you.”

Months later, the nightmares started to take hold of you too. You found yourself in a cold sweat one night. Your heart raced a thousand miles per second...and you didn’t know why. A few days later, you found yourself waking up screaming a name-- his name. It was almost as if he was taking over your every thought. You saw him in the shops’ magazines and papers. You heard his music over the radio.

It wasn’t long before it just became noise in your mind -- noise that you couldn’t drown out. You tried to quiet the voices like normal, you really did. You tried music. You slept with the television on max volume. Nothing helped. It wasn’t until you found the bottles in Elora’s room that you could press the mute button on your thoughts. Pop one, take a drink, silence after fifteen minutes. The only problem you started to face was the six hours every night wasn’t enough.

You needed more.

Whenever the voices even began to start, you took another pill. Just one more, became two, which turned into three. Each month, the dose got stronger and voices went quiet. You still couldn’t get enough. At this point, you were in far too deep. You didn’t even want to bother getting help. In fact, you relished in the euphoric feeling and the mind-numbing high. It was your escape and you never wanted it to end.

When the pills ran out, you headed to the first therapist you could find. Thanks to your already broken state, it hadn’t taken much for you to get another prescription. The problem was that the dosage would never be enough. You would wake in the middle of the night in pain. It wouldn’t be a normal pain— there wasn’t a part of your body that was physically in pain. Still, your insides twisted and turned as you continued with your restless sleep. What you wouldn’t give for a night of blissful nothingness; to fall asleep. . .and just not wake up.

He had somehow worked his way into your dreams now. Most nights, it was the same horror as that day: you would be on the ground calling out to him and he’d be gone minutes later. Sometimes your brain took enjoyment in torturing and watching you suffer. It would create this fantasy world where you could finally be happy. Late nights by the fireplace, curled up in each other. Breakfast in the morning without worrying about eyeballs in the teacups. In another world, you had a family of your very own.

You were in the living room of 221B, now home to the both of you. It was a cold December evening and the fireplace crackled in front of you. To anyone else, it would have been a normal scene. But to you, it was something you could only imagined.

“She’s beautiful,” Sherlock murmured, as he cradled the newborn bundle in his arms.

“She has your hair and eyes,” you replied.

“Nonsense.” A frown spread across his face. “Babies have no defining features until six months. She could just as easily have your eyes and hair.” However, a smile threatened to replace his grumpy demeanour as he stared at the bundle— his daughter. “Balance of probability suggests that she-”

The bundle began to cry and you reached over to pull her into your lap. “Shh,” you soothed. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. We’re right here.”

Yet, the little babe continued to cry and howl. Anything you attempted to do to soothe her failed. When you looked up to find Sherlock, you watched in horror as his figure vanished in smoke and left you staring at the reflection in the mirror. “Sherlock,” you whispered. “No.” At that moment, your daughter shrieked and cried out. In another attempt to soothe her, you plastered a fake smile and turned your attention back to the precious bundle. What you saw made your heart stop.

In your arms, squirmed a small version of Jim Moriarty. His face dripped with blood as it morphed into a dark grin. “Tick tock,” he spat out. “The Watsons ran up the clock. The clock struck five, the Watsons cried. They couldn’t save poor Sherlock.”

“No- no please,” you pleaded. “Just let me have them back. I just want my family back. Please.”

“No can do,” mini-Moriarty said with a grin. “You know what you have to do to get him back. Why haven’t you done it yet?”

You bit your lip, eyes squeezing closed as tears spilled out. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just bring them back to me, please.”

Moriarty rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, not the waterworks. Ordinary people like you are so predictably boring.” He stared at you as the blood dripped off of his face onto the baby blanket. “You know what you have to do. Just do it.”

“Do it.” A feeling of something sticky ran down your forehead. When you dared press a hand to the area, you gasped in fear as felt a liquid sensation. Pulling your hand back, you saw it was covered in rich, deep red blood.

A plume of smoke enveloped you and soon you were surrounded by the pale versions of those you loved. John grabbed your arm and started to drag you, Elora joining in soon after. “You want to join us? Do it,” they both spoke in Moriarty’s voice.

Unsure of what else to do, you bolted until you saw the tall dark outline of a peacoat with the collar popped. “Sherlock,” you pleaded. “Help me. Save me. I need you.”

The figure standing in front of you didn’t move.

“Sherlock, please,” you pleaded again. “Help. I can’t do it without you.”

Slowly, the figure turned around to face you. Sherlock’s blue-green eyes pierced into your soul as he spoke, his tone sharp as knives. “Then die. Just let go and die. There’s obviously nothing here for you anymore. Why live?”

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The day before, you had made a visit to his grave. Originally, you had planned to visit every other day, but it just became too much for you to handle. You needed to come to terms with what had happened. The only problem you were facing was that you simply couldn’t let go of the fact that he had left you forever.

As you approached the headstone, you noticed another figure standing near it. Not wanting to intrude, you silently crept closer. John was standing by the grave, eyes fixated on the metallic lettering. His fingers rested on the smooth black marble. “I was so alone, and I owe you so much,” you heard him mutter. “You brought my family back to me. Y’gave me a reason to...to want to be a better person.” You heard him sniffle and heave a heavy sigh. “Doing a real bang-up job at that right now, aren’t I? Now they’re both alone dealing with your decision while I swam out to catch my breath.”

John tapped the top of the headstone as a form of reassurance. He was attempting to collect himself, you could tell. “Okay,” he muttered. A moment later, he began to turn and make his way back toward the entrance. You were pressed against a nearby tree in order to avoid being spotted. However, he turned back to the headstone one more time. “No, please, there’s just one more thing, mate, one more thing: one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. And for Elora, and…” his voice broke as he continued. “Don’t. Be. Dead. Would you do that? Just for me, just stop it. Stop this.”

With a curt nod, John made his way back to the car and drove off. You were now the only person around for miles. Truth be told, you were partly grateful for it, as you weren’t sure you could do this without breaking down. However, you did wish there was someone who would try something to stop you. You knelt down by the headstone with suppressed tears. “Hey, Curly,” you tried to sound cheerful. “It’s a year tomorrow. Can you believe it?”

Your gloved fingers gently traced the gold lettering of his name on the headstone. It was cold in the early London morning air. The flowers you had brought the previous weeks had already wilted and the blood red petals were crushed. Using a trembling hand, you brushed the petals away in an attempt to clean his grave. “Always so messy,” you remarked with a dry chuckle. “Even dead you can’t help but make a mess.” You looked down at the headstone with a sad smile. “You’d be pleased to know I haven’t touched your flat. It’s as messy as ever. Don’t know how you ever knew where everything was, but you always did. You always...did.”

You reached into your coat pockets to pull out a handful of pill bottles and a small photograph. “I can’t do it anymore, Sherlock,” you whispered. “It’s just become too much. As much as I bloody hate to admit it, you really screwed me over, Sherlock Holmes. The minute you walked into my life, I should have run the other way and not looked back. But I stayed anyway.” Your head leaned forward against the cold marble and you squeezed your eyes shut again while you laughed. “You bastard. Who would have thought that I would have wanted- that I hoped... with an emotionless basket case. Wait, no. You wouldn’t like that. High-functioning sociopath.

“I just miss you so much. I can’t take waking up in the empty flat anymore. You’re gone. John is gone. Elora is holed up trying to come back. I’m...I’m falling apart. I’m drowning while I’m walking and I can’t breathe. I know I should be able to move on and stay strong. But damn it, Sherlock, I don't want to carry on like everything is fine. It just isn’t.”

You couldn’t afford to hold back the tears anymore. You let them flow and flow until you are hiccuping for air. “I’m so sorry, Sherlock,” you whispered as you buried the items next to the headstone. “I just can’t do it anymore. Not by myself.” Your eyes flickered over to the empty plot nearby.

You and Elora had made the purchase of the area shortly after the funeral. The two of you had agreed he didn’t deserve to be buried like when he was alive- alone. Upon making the deposit, a deal was made that whoever would pass on first would be the one to take the spot. You just hoped Elora wouldn’t mind losing the race…

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Every step you took felt heavier and heavier the higher up you went. You felt terrible lying to Molly about the real reason you had for stopping by. It was the only way you could guarantee you wouldn’t chicken out. You needed to make sure there was nothing to hold you back. You had already mailed a letter to John and left one on the coffee table for Elora. They would be sad, but they would understand. You were sure of it.

The door to the rooftop was much heavier than you remembered. Although, last year, you ran primarily off of the adrenaline and grief. Your whole body shook as you peered over the edge down at the ground below. People were making their way through town. Some headed back to work for a late shift, others home to their families. Their perfect little families...

It was almost ironic you were standing on the very spot he did. Was it dramatic? Of course. However, being around Holmes' for so long would cause a desire for a flair of it in even the most logical of people. Maybe you had hoped this spot would bring you closer to him. Wasn’t there a study that indicated those who died near each other were destined to reunite? That sounded about right. Or maybe...maybe it was just sentiment.

He always mocked you for the attachment you had to sentiment. “A chemical defect,” he would call it. It could never be used to one’s advantage— only their downfall. You gave a dry chuckle to the memory. How fitting.

“You have given me something that I can't live without, Sherlock,” you whispered after taking a deep breath. “I can’t ever forgive you for this, but hopefully I’ll get to see you again.” You took a step up onto the ledge and closed your eyes. Without opening them, you lifted your mobile to your ear.

“You’ve reached the personal number of Sherlock Holmes,” his deep voice worked its way into your ear. “List the details of your case and I’ll contact you at my earliest convenience...or not.”

The sound of a beep caused you to take a shaky breath, jarring you from a fantasy world your brain had escaped to for a moment. “I suppose it’s only fair for me to do this,” you whispered into the microphone. “It’s what...people do, right? Leave a note?” A sad chuckle was let out at the last part. “That’s how you did it. I know you’ll never hear this and that’s fine. I just...I just needed to hear your voice one last time.

“I’m so sorry, Sherlock, but you can’t convince me otherwise of your actions. You may have been an arrogant arsehole, but you weren’t a monster. There was no way you could have created Moriarty for shits and giggles. I saw how he affected you. No man could hold up that act forever, especially not you. You may have been a jerk, but you cared. About Elora, John...hopefully me?” You brushed away a few tears. “I know there’s only a few seconds left on the machine, so I’ll make it quick.” Tears began to trickle down your face. “I love you, Sherlock Holmes. I believe in you, even if the rest of the world doesn’t.

“Goodbye, love,” your voice dropped down to a whisper as you hung up the phone. You cradled it in your hands for a few moments before pressing it against your heart. This was the best for all of them. All you needed to do was put your arms out and just...fall. In a matter of minutes, you would be letting gravity take its hold on your already heavy heart and free you spirit. It would all be over and you could finally be free.

You clenched the phone in your fist and took a deep breath. One foot at a time, you made your way a bit further along the ledge. You leaned a bit forward. . .

. . .a little bit more. . .

Just one more lean and you would finally be free. As you lifted your foot over the edge, the phone in your hand began to vibrate.

It was a call from an unknown number.

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Author’s Note: Woww, what a cliffhanger, huh?! If I’m being entirely honest here, the end of this chapter hurt like hell to write (bad pun I know lol). I know it may seem stereotypical tale for a Sherlock S/O to have during the Reichenbach hiatus, but I assure you there are more reasons behind this mental state than just Sherlock (mainly relating to the upcoming backstory). On another note, Moriarty is probably one of my favorite characters to write for just because his dialogue is so much fun to write…you never know what’ll come out of that mouth of his!

As usual, if you liked the chapter, make sure to leave a like, comment, and a cheeky reblog. Not only will it help me out with sharing the story, but it also lets me know what content from me you enjoy! In the meantime, leave your theories on who the mystery number is and I'll see you next week! :D

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hillarysss · 4 years ago

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random astro observations

do not repost, plagiarize, “reword” anything.

Venus in Leo tend to attract other Venus in leos (I can confirm this myself??? Like why does this happen ahahha)

Pisces Risings or any major pisces placements do you find ppl to tell you speak up?? like idk im a pisces rising and no matter how loud i am i can not for the love of ughghheghtuuut talk loud enough

capricorn/ aquarius in 11th, were you bullied for no reason?

your mars sign is attracted to someone with the venus sign of your mars sign, it's extremely strong.

Sirene asteroid (1009) in Fire signs are players as well as air. u can check up my post abt that here << (click on here)

I think Virgos are literally meant to be sucessfull (Major placements)

Lillith in Water signs. How can you hold a secret for so long?

Moon opp or square jupiter, have you ever felt like your parents invade you tooooooooooo much? (probs the dad) Or a little strict. ( i know i do damn)

Moon square or opp to midheaven- Maybe you feel like if you wanna do something in life you have to bring family?? Or maybe ur parents have had told u to not leave them behind or something like that. Or youre scared if u leave to somewhere youre scared abt ur family?

Cancer placements (esp with earth added) i feel like you guys are soooooo slow movingggggggg so maybe thats why ppl give up on you cuz ur just so slowwwwwwwwwwwwwww and hold up the lineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

mars- lillith do you constatly break out from old patterns? or like u were raised a certain way but then u realized thats not u at all or like u constanstly change for the better. diff from family? in an angry way like ur parents think ur weird in a good way? like just diff

venus- neptune are the type to fall in love through discord, snapchat,instagram, kik?

ive always realized aquarius can come off as rude online but in real life theyre so goofy idk if that makes sense but aquarius state their opinions a lot normally and online they can come off as rude or like theyre trying to force their opinions on others even if thats not thei intentions or any major aquarius placements i really realized they have the tendecy to do that even tho i like aquarius as friends that kind of pissess me off

moon- uranus you might constantly find rlly good emotional connections in weird ways like online? honestly this is just a little theory ive seen from ppl charts who have online dated or have had good friends online usually. moon is emotions and uranus is like a super rad planet so itd make sense.

capricorns risings r usually rlly thick or very lean (usually the males r lean asf)

Aquarius sun capricorn moon are players

i feel like a lot of sag placements like to watch videos a lot (ex anime youtube) not sure why but ive noticed esp sag in big three they like videos a lot. Videos like exploring unknown things or just random facts lol

moon opp pluto- im sorry... you may have a mother who constatly changes? or like doesnt ever want help. your mother either wounds you or really helps you honestly probably both.

moon- venus. i love yall but stop taking back ur ex.. k??

Moon- neptune yall get drained easily and u think its uz ur crazy and may suffer from soemthing and shit u may but noo you just feel other ppl energy bro especially if u have soulmates or important ppl in ur life may i say u just feel it. for ex ur mother is sad ur sad too? like idk and u get random thoughts out of nowhere and u think ur crazy but its rlly cuz ur bf/gf or close friend is feeling that way? this can make yall confused with ur intution or overthinking cuz u feel everything. most ppl with this are into spirituality tho

cancer placements in males even though cancer ppl would regard as submissive or something like that i really think males or more masculine figures with this are very very dominant. its because they like that role?? the traditional role?

mars in virgo are so good with dirty talk...

mars in water signs like to use a lot of emojis to not come off as agressive LMAOOOO

libras can be really disliked something because youth they may have always been in both sides of arguements and it turned out both parties hating them?

Jupiter dominants have wide noses

moon dominants have beautiful head shapes soooo cute

Mercury dominants are so so so pretty like they look trustworthy asf and just someone so ugh i cant describe it but theyre really pretty in a trusting way??

your soulmate will have more easier soft placements in synastry. i think like a twin flame or something like a karmic partner will have a bunch of oppositions and conjuctions.

if a earth sign ghosts you its usually cause they need alone time but they'll tell you lol they need alone time more than most usually dont take it personally unless yk u know u should

if an air sign ghost you.. u just boring or u give them too much validation so they get bored cuz u not making them chase a little

i feel like mercury in fire signs go good with other mercury in fire signs exclusively..

mercury in earth+ water is good compatibility wise and attract each other on how they think

i think water risings attract other water risings

mercury- ascendant aspects are easily liked because of their writing or stuff like that they're the type to start blogs like these! they may know more than one language probably do are interested in that. also great communicators. i have this and i think thats my abillity to absord knowledge so easily and like to spread it.

ppl with lillith as their ascendant or sun may come off as a burden to ppl or they may explain their problems too much or have a very sad profile to them. if lillith same as moon this is how people may view them after they open up just a little

this is general but venus in aries and taurus love singing i always see this omg

mercury- saturn has very very good memory.

any mercury with an easy aspect to any planet may be a reason why u like writin abt certain things (example mars u may like to write abt why life can be hard agressive things and sex stuff like that) or saturna about how to be more smart and useful they can like to write abt tips. just a thought.

Sun in same sign as mercury can be seen as very honest

chiron in 12th help others in order to cope and forget abt themselves often

i think if neptune touches mercury it can make someone sound very different all the time through communication. unrelated can make someone if have singing talents always sound different as well they can easily shift

If a venus in fire is dating a cancer venus the fire may constatly feel like the caretaker sometiimes

cap venus have a tendecy to have older friends or more mature friends

thats all now gn ~2:12 am

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buckyhoney-library · 4 years ago

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nsfw alphabet, b.b

A/N: so sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy! sebastians & nomad!steve should be out sometime this week(end)!

reblogs/likes/feedback are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

However, do NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics on my blog!

Warnings: 18+, language, smutty thoughts, sorry for any missed typos!

chris evans nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

bucky takes aftercare so seriously! he makes sure that you have everything that you need and you're taken care of first. showering you in praises, holding you close, getting you water or snacks- he is at your beck and call.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

thighs. thighs. thighs. He loves laying between them with his head resting on your stomach. His fingers tracing patterns on your skin- peppering kisses on the inside. bucky's arms are hooked around them while he is giving you head, rubbing small circles on the outside.

bucky has grown to love his vibranium arm, because of how much you love it. he has changed arm usage from a weapon to a useful tool in every situation. being able to cool it and playing with temperatures, pinning you down- making sure you go nowhere- or even being able to cause it to vibrate.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

he loves to paint with his cum. as much as he LOVES to cum inside you and make you hold it- there is something so pretty with his cum plastered on your back or on your tummy. "you look so pretty with my cum on your thighs," bucky is especially fond of watching it drip down your breasts or leak down your thighs. bucky just stares in awe of how it glistens against your skin.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

he wants you to praise him. bucky lives off of praise and when you whimper how good he's making you feel or how he's such a good boy? it throws him over the edge, encouraging him to go faster and harder. he'll never ask for them, but when you start hyping him up, fuck he enters a state of nirvana.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

1940's bucky as we all know was very experienced but after eighty years of nothing? he needs a little help regaining his confidence, but man will he practice and have no problems asking for help. he'd be a little embarrassed of cumming early or not being able to satisfy like he used too, but bucky watches porn and experiments like no tomorrow, catching up on all the new toys/techniques/positions etc.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

bucky's favorite position would be cowgirl or where you're laying on your side, so he could hold you. cowgirl because he gets the perfect view of your body and everything about it.

with an honorable mention of missionary- but missionary with your legs in the air spread for all can see. if he's feeling a little spicy, he'll press on your lower abdomen, adding extra pressure.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

BOTH. There is a time and a place for serious, rough, passionate sex (and boy does he enjoy that), but for the most part, Bucky wants you to feel good and he wants to learn- which means there will be some mishaps and failed moments, but he loves those moments just the same.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

he is well kept and clean. bucky isn't hairless, but he does make sure that everything is trimmed up and clean.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

bucky only does when you're away or he's gone for a mission. when you're home, he has no problem telling you he's in the mood. when he does masturbate, it is to your pictures/videos you've sent or through facetime/phone calls. he doesn't watch porn unless that is the only option or he is looking for new things to try with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

oh boy does he have loads of kinks! bucky loves praise (receiving or giving)! during the more passionate and rough sessions, he is into degrading (but not too crazy) innocence kink. if you have met after his second sexual awakening? god, how he loves to ruin you. he loves the idea that he gets to teach you and that you're at his mercy. ice play/warming (idk what the word is) he loves when you call him sarg does this man have a filthy sarcastic mouth. dirty remarks of comments that leave his mouth- god, it's enough to you off in seconds.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

he is a traditional man at heart, so he loves the bedroom. bucky gets to be as loud as chooses and go as long as he wants without the fear of someone walking in or interrupting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

leggings. jeans. short shorts- anything that enhances your thighs or when you shoot back firey/witty comments matching his energy. The more traditional turn on's as well, suggestive comments, touching his chest letting it fall to his belt, lingering kisses on his lips and neck. "it's like you're begging me to fuck you silly,"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

nothing with bodily fluids (other than saliva or cum) & i don't think he'd be fond of being too open in public- he's a private guy, but he doesn't mind the simple pda and light touches.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

okay let me tell you- bucky loves getting head. your lips make him cum faster than anything else. "open wide, darling" he loves the ability to do it virtually anywhere (privately of course) and the quick clean up-but he mostly loves watching you take his length completely, hitting the back of your throat. "fuck, such a good girl taking all of me," hearing you moan into him and gag makes him go FERAL. bucky isn't a head pusher, but he does grip your hair.

bucky does love going down on you too. his cock throbs at the sight of your legs shaking and squirming. the sounds you make encourage him more, but he doesn't stop when you cum- he licks up every last drop of you. "im not stopping, so i'd stop moving if i were you," he'll occasionally pop his head up to make sure that he's doing everything right and you're enjoying yourself- the last thing he wants is for you to fake it (which only happened when he first re-entered the dating world)

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

there is a time and place for everything. bucky loves sensual sex because he feels the most connected to you and he has been without physical/emotional connection for so long that it's become a must. it is also where he feels the most control and the best, when he can be 100% vulnerable- something never thought he could do.

fast and rough is for those needy moments where he can't get his hands off of you- complete feral mode. when you've been teasing him relentlessly and he needs to remind you who's in charge. those nights are when the kinkiest of kinks come to play.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

quickies are reserved for dinner parties, group outings, etc. where you look too good and he can't keep his hands off of you. "i wanna see if you taste as good as you look". quickies usually consist of fast rough sex that leaves bruises or marks. they also mainly consist of giving/receiving head.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

oh does he! he has almost ninety years of sex trends/toys/etc to catch up on. it will be the middle of the night and you'd be fast asleep only to be woken up by him shaking your arm and going "baby, we have to try this!"

bucky isn't a risk-taker in the sense of public and potentially getting caught, he is a risk-taker in the sense that he is willing to try anything once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

bub is a super-soldier. his stamina outlasts yours by HOURS. you'd be panting and lying sideways and bucky would be ready for the next round and you'd have to tap out. he would chuckle and hold you, teasing you about how you can't last. "can't handle this cock? i thought you said you could go all night?"

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

bucky has a whole drawer dedicated to the greatest quality toys. "only the best for you, dollface." he loves seeing how far he can push you with the vibrators. tying the vibrator to your clit and watching you be sent over the moon. bucky wouldn't be too crazy about using toys on himself, but he isn't opposed to being handcuffed (or pegged)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

BIGGEST TEASE in the galaxy. Touching you, grazing your heat, kissing your neck, rubbing the inside of your thigh, (stuffing a vibrator inside you while you're on the phone), or whispering dirty things in your ear- but God forbid if you tease him back. there will be hell to pay if you try teasing him back. "you better rethink your next move, darling," "i think you forgot who's allowed to tease who."

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

bucky is pretty quiet, with the exceptions of grunts and whimpers. His mouth is filthy and he dirty talks like there is no tomorrow! he is also a cocky little shit and sarcastic- which doesn't stop in the bedroom. "your cunt feel so good around me," "open your eyes, i want you to watch as i ruin you" "look at you, you're soaked for me"

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

cockwarming. babe lives for cockwarming. early morning lazy sex, but too lazy to pull out of you. you'd be laying on your side with your leg over his, with his cock buried inside of you. "no, honey, just stay" he would mumble with his head resting in the cook of your neck, placing small kisses on your neck, but falling back asleep.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

baby, that serum did wonders. bucky is packing that seven to eighter. his cock would poke through your tummy and he won't stop talking about it for weeks.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. VERY HIGH. he is ready whenever and wherever the time calls.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

bucky's stamina is so high that he probably is starving. he would perform aftercare for you, but once you'd have cared for- he is standing naked in the kitchen making a sandwich.

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yamagucji · 4 years ago

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Are we about to kiss right now...?

request. Headcanons w/ Hinata, Kageyama, and Kenma w/ a s/o who keeps saying that stupid “are we about to kiss right now?” Line from tiktok at the most inopportune moments. Like they’ll be in the middle of watching Alvin and the Chipmunks on DVD and their s/o will be like 😳 are we about to kiss right now........

pairing. x gn!reader

warnings. slightly suggestive

Hinata

always thrown off whenever you pop out with the question, “are we about to kiss right now?”

the first time you did it he nearly BLEW

his volleyball rolled over to your foot, so you went to pick it up but paused just as you were about to give it back to him

hinata: so... are you gonna give it or?🧍🏻*grabby hands*

you:

you: “...are we about to kiss right now?”

and then you finally handed him the ball

the ball just drops from his hands. PLEASE he’s so dumbfounded by it. why are you asking him this? out of nowhere? i mean if you want to kiss he’d like that but- omg at least give him some time to prepare

“h-hey! why would you ask me that question?”

he’s so flustered🥺

he has to watch out for this now

every time you start a sentence with “are we...?” hinata’s eyes go from o.o to O.O

he’s like please dont say it please dont say it

“are we going to the park this afternoon?”

oh🧍🏻

you ask him one day if it actually bothers him but he says no >:(

“i- want to kiss you!! but you always ask me at random times” 🥺

aka please stop teasing him and just give him his kithes already

Kageyama

you: are we about to kiss right now?

kageyama: no 😐

end of conversation

lmao but despite the fact he reacted this way the first time, you still kept going. just to see if you could get a rise out of him

and you did

when you were over at his place you made 1(one) cup of milkshake with two straws so you could drink it together

he thought it was a little um... yk. but kageyama didn’t say a word because it’s another excuse to get close to you, right?

you’re both taking sips, and just so happen to pull away from the straw at the same time

and kageyama looks at you like: 😳

you: “tobio...”

“are we about to kiss right now?”

you say it in such a quiet manner, and so close to his face that he CANT help himself this time

he’s too flustered to say anything, so he makes a small nod instead. you’re caught off guard this time because wow, did he just say yes?

you don’t really give him an actual kiss this time... just a little peck on the corner of his lips

yes he got YOU this time. and he didn’t even intend to

Kenma

this wild card

says yes or no depending on his mood :’(

the two of you were watching alvin and the chipmunks when out of nowhere, you turned to him and said, “are we about to kiss right now?”

kenma, never leaving his eyes on the screen: “in the middle of three high-pitched little gremlins singing??”

um what are you supposed to say to that?😭

you try it again when he plops himself behind you on the bed to play video games

you: so.. are we about to kiss right now?😏

kenma: no

but he gives you a little kiss on the shoulder <3

you can tell he’s so tired of this though fkfjdj. and you got kuroo in on it so you can BET he’s even more grumpy when kuroo does the same thing to him

“hey kenma,” kuroo said, resting an arm of the setters shoulder as the two walked

kenma doesn’t say anything, and it’s quiet until-

“are we about to kiss right now?” GKFJD NOT YOU TOO KUROO

he’s most likely gonna teach you a lesson when he gets home by bombarding you woth kisses so you’ll never have to ask him that again

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soramei · 3 years ago

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Intentional - Part 5

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 4.0k

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A/N: yeah so about that upload... i was really busy this whole week but i hope to start uploading mondays again! thanks for understanding!!

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There was a pause in the phone call.

You started biting your nails, instantly regretting what you had just done. Basking in your stupidity, you could only wait for his response, for it was too late to retract what you had just said. Your day must have been worse than you thought. It must have been so bad that you had the nerve to ask Bang Chan — an idol, a person with a strict schedule, somebody who you had an argument with — to come over to your pathetic little apartment.

You kept nibbling on your fingers.

“I’ll get my jacket.”

You froze, eyes wide.

“Huh?” You were bewildered. You weren’t even expecting an answer, much less this.

“It’s cold this late at night,” he explained, “I’ll be there soon.”

You didn’t know what to say. You heard rustling on the other side of the call.

“Wait, I’ll tell you my address,” you blurted out.

“You did,” he said.

You frowned, trying to remember if you did or not. That’s right. You blushed at the memory of your first day of work.

“Oh yeah, umm, I’ll hang up now.” You awkwardly said, hanging up before Bang Chan could fit another word in.

You were a statue in your own apartment, clinging on to the last words exchanged on your phone. In actuality, you didn’t know why you asked him to come over. It was just blurted out in the moment. Or maybe it was a result of your extremely frustrating day. Either way, you felt extremely embarrassed that you did so, especially so late at night.

You started boiling some water, still trying to rationalize what you had just done. This was normal for friends, right? Na-eun and Yoojin came over just yesterday and you were friends with both of them. You knew for a fact that you two were friends, but you still couldn’t find an explanation for the strange feeling in your chest whenever you were around him.

Turning your phone on, you checked your face in the selfie camera. It was a miracle that your makeup didn’t smudge off. You thanked your new ‘CLIO’ foundation cushion, it looked like all that time you spent doing your makeup didn’t go to waste. You stared at your reflection for a couple more seconds before turning your phone off. Why did it matter what you looked like anyways? You wiped off any remaining lipstick with the back of your hand.

The kettle started rumbling, letting you know that the water was ready. You took out your mug to prepare some tea. It was a bad idea to have tea this late at night, but there was something about your mother’s tea that could knock a grown man out.

Sipping your tea, you turned on Youtube to an episode of a Korean web-drama that was getting really popular. It was another one with some rich CEO and a clumsy average girl, but you still watched, fully enamoured. On the recommendations list, there was a video with Felix — the other person you saw at the cafeteria on your first day — on the thumbnail. I can never escape from work, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.

You clicked on it anyways, just to pass the time. Watching through the video, you were shocked by the production value. Well, that, and Bang Chan. Whether it was hair and makeup or just his acting, he was so different from the person you knew in real life. You were in awe by his natural charisma gleaming at you through the screen as it was a rare quality that few people you knew possessed. Embarrassingly, you found your eyes drawn to only him in every group shot. He looked good in an apron.

You got distracted by more random videos before clicking back on your drama. The next episode was just about to start when the buzzer to your apartment rang.

It was Bang Chan.

Hurriedly, you shuffled towards your door. With your hand on the handle, you took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he smiled back. He was leaning over you, his forearm on the doorframe. His coat was bulky, almost engulfing his whole upper body. He was wearing the same beanie you saw on multiple occasions, and in his hand was a white plastic bag.

You stepped aside, silently gesturing for him to come inside. He took your hint and sauntered in the room, head turning left and right to observe his surroundings.

“It’s not much,” you blushed, realizing how small your apartment really was. You could basically see all your belongings from the center of the room.

“No, it’s cute.” Bang Chan looked at you, taking his hat off. His dimple peaked out. “I brought some leftovers from that barbecue place. The kids and I went there after our shoot today.”

So that was what the bag was. With only food on your mind, you rushed to help hang Bang Chan’s coat before setting the table up.

The food was really good. They were leftovers, but it was so good. Stuffing a bite of pork belly in your mouth, you sighed. Where was this food earlier today?

“It’s good, right?” Bang Chan asked whilst chewing on a piece of meat. “I’ll take you next time.”

It was like he read your mind. You nodded eagerly in response, to which Bang Chan replied with a smirk.

“So, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “how was your date today?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to remember that embarrassment of a night. It was such a pity too, because that man was probably the most gorgeous man you’ve ever witnessed. You swore he had just stepped out of a webtoon when you first met him.

“It was alright,” you shrugged. It was difficult to reflect on the date without putting a damper on your mood, but maybe vocalizing it would have helped ease your discomfort. “He compared me to a model, you know.”

Bang Chan chuckled, making you look up in confusion.

“Was it because you looked exactly like the model?”

“No,” you replied.

His face immediately fell. “You’re kidding, right? Y/n, tell me you don’t believe anything that loser said. He’s got to be something below garbage if he was comparing two women.”

“Thanks, Chan.” You tried to force a grin on your face. “I appreciate it.”

There was a pause.

“I know my opinion means nothing, but Y/n, I think you’re beautiful.”

You stared into Bang Chan’s eyes, frozen like a statue. Your heart was beating so loud that you could hear it more than you could feel it. He stared back at you from across the table; mouth parted, breaths uneven.

You’ve received many compliments before, to which you would always reply with a smile and a quick ‘thank you’. However, it felt as if your brain malfunctioned in this moment and your heart was the only thing keeping you alive. You could still feel your body, but you couldn’t think.

“Thank you, Chan.” You awkwardly coughed, blushing profusely. Immediately focusing your eyes at the table, you couldn’t bear to keep looking at him.

The two of you ate in silence, with only the tapping of chopsticks adding to the ambience of the room. You wanted to make conversation with him, but you did not want to be the first one to break the silence. It frustrated you that you were so shy right now as you’ve never been like this back home.

To heck with it, you thought. There was no need to be shy around him.

“So,” you still couldn’t look him in the face, “any shows you’ve been watching lately?”

Small talk was good. You could do small talk.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to watch this Transformers movie for quite a while.”

“Transformers?” You’ve never heard of that one. It must’ve been an American movie.

“Seriously?” his eyes widened. “You’ve never seen Transformers before? Oh, we’ve gotta watch it now.”

“You wanna?” you smiled. “I haven’t used my TV since moving in.”

“Mhm, let’s do it.” He stuffed the rest of the leftovers in his mouth before standing up and clearing the table.

You watched him clear the table in a trance. You should have offered to help since it was your own home, but watching the veins on his hands appear and disappear was way more interesting. Watching him, you suddenly remembered the hoodie.

“Oh, that’s right!” You exclaimed, shuffling over to the bag with the hoodie in it. Taking Bang Chan’s black hoodie out, you held it up to him with both hands.

He looked down at you and chuckled.

“Keep it,” he took it from your hands and slipped the hoodie over your head. “At least until you buy a new jacket.”

“I will.” You rolled the sleeves of his hoodie higher to show your hands. You turned the light off, leaving only the floor lamp to illuminate your apartment. Grabbing the remote from your coffee table, you summoned Bang Chan over to the couch.

You turned on the TV, fooling around with the remote control for a few seconds before giving up.

“I give up.” You sighed. Pouting, you handed the remote over to Bang Chan. He took it from you and started reading the buttons.

“Netflix, right?” Bang Chan asked, to which you nodded. “There we go.”

He scrolled through the titles, looking for the coveted movie. Once he found the movie, he quickly selected it and turned the subtitles on. That was nice of him, you thought. Although you also studied english in university, it was nowhere near the level of watching a full english movie.

The title sequence started and you tried to immerse yourself in the movie. You watched in awe, surprised at the fast pace of the action already.

Fully engrossed, you started to sink your back into the couch. Half-way throughout the title scene, you felt Bang Chan stretch his arm behind you to rest on the back pillow. Suddenly, you started feeling too aware of your surroundings. You sat up straighter.

Throughout the whole movie, you caught wafts of Bang Chan’s cologne everytime he moved. He smelled like safety and familiarity.

You turned your head up a little to get a glimpse of his profile, mapping out every edge and curve of his face. The light illuminated the tip of his nose, along with his dewy cheekbones and chin. The plum of his lips were let slightly open, allowing his teeth to peek out slightly. You unconsciously let out a sigh.

“Something wrong?” He turned his body to face you.

You shook your head and focused on the movie.

The rest of the movie was pretty good, although it lost you at parts. You watched the end credits in silence, not knowing what to say.

“So,” Bang Chan cleared his throat beside you, “I should get going now. Since it’s late.”

You turned your head to face him, not realizing how close the two of you had physically gotten throughout the movie. Looking up at him, your face was inches away from his. His face was almost enveloped by the darkness of your apartment. You heard his breathing get heavier.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “you should.”

He didn’t get up though.

You heard his staggered breath as you kept looking in his eyes. The end credits had long been over by now. Your own breath was just as shaky and you heard your heart beat out of your chest.

He started leaning in. Slowly.

Your eyes widened. You gulped, your nerves snapped you back to reality all of a sudden. Wasn’t he supposed to be your friend? This wasn’t what friends did… Right?

Clearing your throat, you leaned back shyly.

“You should go. I don’t want the others to notice you’re gone.”

Silence.

“Yeah.” Bang Chan’s lips flattened in a line. Without another word, he stood up and walked towards your door.

You followed him in silence, hoping to at least send him off. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you watched as he put his boots on in the dark. He tied his laces, and with a nod, he opened the door and stepped out.

You were left with a sour taste in your mouth and a cloudiness in your head. Still standing in front of your door, you tried to process what had just happened. However, you couldn’t. All you could think about was the soft curls of his hair, the delicate threads of his eyelashes, and his lips. The dusty rose of his lips. The parting of his lips. Inviting you in.

You were frozen, looking at nothing particularly. The only thing on your mind was Bang Chan.

The door opened.

“Hey, sorry, I forgot my jack-”

His sentence never got a chance to complete itself as you rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. As your lips touched his, you felt a fire ignite in you like nothing you’ve felt before. Your fingers clawed at the nape of his neck, wanting more. Wanting to be closer.

Almost immediately, Bang Chan responded. He was taken by shock at first, but his hands didn’t waste any time to grip your waist. You felt the muscles of his shoulders tighten as he pulled you closer.

He moved you back into your apartment by the waist, lips never leaving your own. You blindly shuffled backwards, only focused on trying to get closer to him. If that was even possible.

You ignored the clunking of his boots against your clean floor, allowing him to guide you to the couch. A whimper left his lips as you used your hand to comb through his hair, pulling it. His soft brown curls were silk against your fingertips.

The back of your legs hit the couch and he turned you around so he could sit on the couch. Your lips finally left his. You gasped for air, trying to steady your deep breaths.

Bang Chan’s breathing was synchronized with yours, his equally as unsteady. He reached his hands out again, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. You were a ragdoll, responding to whatever he wanted to do to you.

With each knee on either side of him, you gripped his jaw and kissed him again. The fire inside of you instantly reignited. It was addicting.

The two of you didn’t dare to separate from each other, only parting to gasp for air every now and then. Even in the dark, you could imagine the plum of his lips and the threads of his eyelashes. This drove the fire in you more.

“What if the boys realize you’re gone?” you breathed out the next time you parted from his lips. They were most likely sleeping, but the thought still worried you.

“Fuck them.” Bang Chan exhaled. Grabbing the back of your neck, he reconnected his lips with yours. You gladly complied.

His sloppy kisses slowly moved from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. This seemed to only edge him on as kept leaving sloppy kisses against your neck, all the while running his hands up and down your waist.

His cologne surrounded you, keeping you safe. Soon later, the adrenaline left the two of you, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing to fill the room. You brushed your thumb under his eye to which he deeply inhaled.

“Chan?” you said. He was leaving kisses all over your collarbone.

“Hmm?” He didn’t seem to pay much mind to what you were saying.

“It’s half past three. I really think you should get going.” You didn’t want him to leave, but you were almost sure he had another packed schedule for tomorrow.

“Mhmm.” Your words went in one ear and out the other as he made his way up your neck again. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and let out a small moan.

“C’mon, get up. How did you even get here, by the way?” It took everything in you to break away from his touch, but you were starting to get sleepy.

“Taxi.” He said, helping you get up from his lap. He stood up after you, brushing his hand against your waist one last time before making his way over to his jacket.

“You’re allowed to ride a taxi?” You tilted your head, sceptical.

He slipped his jacket on.

“No.” He peppered little kisses on your cheeks. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that now.”

You giggled, pushing him by his shoulders out the door. He played along, pretending to stumble with every step he took back.

“Text me when you get home,” you said, repeating what he said to you on your first day of work.

He nodded in response and winked before turning around to head home. As soon as the door shut, you slapped both hands against your face. Your little act of impulse had spun your head in spirals. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved at the fact that Bang Chan reciprocated your impulsive actions, or to worry that you had not only just kissed your coworker — but also a freaking idol. No one — not Manager Chen, your friends, or even anyone in the general public — could know about this. If they did, both your careers would be screwed.

You doted on this thought as you got ready for bed, only the worst possible outcome came to mind. If either your manager or his manager knew about what happened tonight, you could get fired. Or even blacklisted. You sat in bed, nervously biting your nails.

Your phone buzzed.

Bang Chan: Hey, I got home. Nobody’s awake… ^^

Bang Chan: Don’t think too much, alright? It’s late, go to sleep…

You felt relief reading his text. For some reason, he knew you were overthinking your actions. You decided to listen to his words and go to sleep.

The next day, Sunday, was very uneventful compared to the day before. You texted Bang Chan back when you woke up, but because of his busy schedule, he hadn’t had the time to reply yet.

Yoojin called in when you were eating lunch, asking about your date. You told her the truth, explaining how there would definitely not be a second date with that man. She sounded disappointed and vehemently tried to set you up with another man in her pool. You politely declined, thinking about your restless night with Bang Chan.

You finished some work ahead of time to free up the next week. Since you were invited to work with Manager Chen at the content shooting, you assumed that you could lessen your work stress ahead of time.

The shooting days were allocated for Friday and Saturday, with there being an overnight stay at the mountains. Whilst you didn’t know the arrangements for Stray Kids, you were informed that the production crew booked a small lodge for the team. You were excited to not only see a behind the scenes of a real shoot, but to also possibly form a closer relationship with Manager Chen.

You were thankful that you did some work ahead of time as Monday’s workload was so much lighter than usual. People were still coming to you with their ideas for the project, but with your other work done, you had the time to go through everybody’s ideas.

You didn’t hear from Bang Chan the whole day, which was nothing out of the blue. You remembered him showing his schedule to you once. The amount of things he had to do everyday had your eyes bulging out from their sockets. All of a sudden, you were thankful for your nine-to-five job.

The next couple of days ran the same way as your Monday, with you easily breezing through your workload. Since you had more time during your breaks at work, you took to exploring the part of the building that you could. You admired all the art, the trophies, the awards and memorabilia. Of course, you also spent more time with your new friend Na-eun.

On Thursday, the day before the shoot, you were helping the producers by translating some notes for the script. All was going smoothly, when you got a text.

It was from Bang Chan.

You weren’t going to lie; you were curious as to what he sent you. He was basically silent the whole week so far, and if you were being honest, you missed hearing his voice. And seeing his face. And feeling his hands brush against your waist.

Bang Chan: Come to my recording room… I’ve got something to show you.

Your eyes lit up right away, curious as to what he wanted to show you. Quickly checking the time, you decided to take your lunch break then and there. After all, you didn’t have much work left for the day anyways.

Locking up your computer, you zoomed inconspicuously past all the other cubicles and made your way to the elevators. You weaved through the hallways of his floor, praying that your memory didn’t escape you. It seemed like your memory was on your side today as you found yourself in front of a familiar set of doors. You didn’t bother to knock before going in.

Inside was Bang Chan: feet up on the desk, drinking from his iced coffee, concentrating on his producing software. You smiled. He looked so comfortable, even in an ‘office’.

He had his headset in, and didn’t seem to notice that you had entered. You went up behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and immediately threw his feet off the desk and stood up upon seeing that it was you. You smirked.

“I should really put a ‘please knock’ sign on the door.” He cursed under his breath. He reached behind you to close the door.

You giggled.

“So, what do you have to show me?” you wondered aloud.

“A new song. Since the filming is tomorrow, the producers put me on a time crunch to finish the song by today.”

So that was why he was so busy, you thought. You didn’t realize how the sudden filming would have impacted his schedule for the month. Especially since it would take up two whole days.

He let you sit in his chair, and hovered over you to press play on the song. His chair smelled like his cologne.

As he was playing the song, your eyes drifted up to see his face. The face — even after only four days — you missed. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent. That, along with his disheveled hair, told you that he truly was dedicated to his work. You imagined him sitting where you were, two in the morning, sipping on his iced americano.

“You like it?” His eyes drifted towards you, resembling a puppy bringing a ball back to its owner.

“It’s amazing. I don’t know how you managed this in just a few days,” you said. And you were sincere too. You couldn’t imagine yourself doing any of this.

“Eh, you know, late nights.” he shrugged. “Wanna see another?”

You nodded, and the two of you began listening to another one of his songs. You listened in silent wonderment.

However, the silence didn’t last long as the two of you soon found yourselves on the couch: hands all over each other, lips the same. You were lying underneath him, his arms resting on either side of you to hold his weight up. Your lips never left his as you ran your hands up and down his defined biceps.

The two of you couldn’t stay away from each other. The sound of the songs that he had put on shuffle filled the room, along with a fleeting sigh of moan every now and then. Bang Chan’s hand had started wandering up your blouse when, all of a sudden, the door opened.

“Hey, I have the lyrics h-” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide.

Crap.

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sunflowhobi · 5 years ago

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ignoring bts (jin)

ignoring jin because you got into a huge fight as a couple

genre: slight angst, fluff, silent treatment ❀

Your relationship with Jin was never perfect. Just like normal couples, you guys would also get into arguments. From small things such as leaving the bathroom door open to more serious things such as forgetting anniversaries.

This time, you had those one of the serious ones. You both made plans months ago to dine out for your birthday. Jin enthusiastically agreed and promised that he would obviously block that date out of his schedule. However, days before your birthday he revealed that he might not be able to make it because there are changes in his schedule. He already apologized but you can’t help but to get upset. You both became kind of worked up and got into a huge fight because Jin insisted that at least he is letting you know earlier and that it isn’t his fault that his schedule changed. Of course, you got angry to the point that you stopped arguing and retreated back to your room.

After a good hour of crying, you decided to get out of your room to drink water. You find Jin sitting on the sofa watching random videos of animals, probably to clear his mind.

“Or he just doesn’t care.” Your subconscious adds. You know that you are making yourself overthink but you just can’t help but to get more upset about what happened. You keep telling yourself that you have every right to be upset. You expected at least a proper apology without him defending himself, as if you explicitly blamed him about the situation. You saw him glance at you as you walked towards the kitchen. You got into your room, hearing nothing from him. You just turn on your laptop to watch an episode, completely deciding to not talk to him if that is how he wants to be.

Two and a half episodes later, you hear a knock.

“Hey…” You didn’t spare a glance at all. He softly closed the door.

As he approached your bed, you quickly stood up and left the room. You didn’t even bother to look at him, leaving him dumb-founded.

He got out of the room almost immediately after you left. He carefully sat beside you on the sofa, where you are enjoying the third episode of the drama that you are watching. Surprisingly, ignoring Jin comes naturally to you when you are mad mad.

“Babe… can we talk please?” You pretend not to hear anything. “Babe please… I’m sorry, I really am. I was at fault… Babe please talk to me…” He pleaded. Of course, you are hearing everything and kind of felt sorry as well but you are still upset.

He tries to hold your arm that is facing him but you gently shook him away. You looked at him for a second and guilt is evident on his face. He sighs in frustration and stands up, knowing very well that you wouldn’t say a word.

You mindlessly scroll on your twitter feed, saving several memes that somehow made you laugh despite this stressful night. Seokjin just finished showering, since the room started to smell like grapefruit.

“You’re not coming to bed?” He asked, with hopeful eyes. He heavily sighs when you don't answer at all. He then sat beside you and snaked his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. You don’t escape from his grip but you still remain silent. Jin smells like his shower gel and aftershave and to be honest, it is kind of inviting, but you are headstrong on this.

“Baby… please forgive me… I was wrong and I am sorry I made you upset than you already are. I was dumb for saying that it isn’t my fault. I should’ve consoled you instead. I am sorry, please talk to me, please please please.” He looks at you with the most adorable pouty face, like he always does when you get upset. You are not upset anymore, but you wanted to know what more he can do if this ignoring stretches a little bit more. You wiggle out of his grasp and go to the bathroom. You hear his “Ahhh jinjja!!” accompanied by frustrated wails.

After you finished showering, you decided to tease him a bit by wearing his shirt-- one of his favorite shirts on you. He is nowhere to be found so assumingly, he went to bed already.

You entered the room, wiping away the excess wetness from your hair. He looked at you, and did a double take. He immediately put his phone away.

“Baaabe… don’t do this to me. This is just too cruel.” He whined. You ignored him and sat in front of your vanity. You proceed with your skincare while Jin continues to whine about unfairness and cruelty to boyfriends. You shot him a warning glance, a subtle reminder that you are still a bit mad and still haven’t forgiven him. He shuts up and picks up his phone again.

After you finished blow drying your hair, you caught him looking at you eagerly. You get into the bed and he scooted over to make you some space.

Few minutes passed, and the both of you weren't saying anything. You finally decided to give in; you cannot sleep without hugging anything-- especially your boyfriend.

Jin let out a sigh of relief and hugged you tighter.

“I thought you were going to hate me forever.” He pouted, while sitting his chin on your head and gently stroking your hair. You let out a tired hmm.

“Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay?” One thing that you loved about Jin is that he never wanted to settle in apologies. He always wanted to talk about it and never let it grow into something bigger.

“Cook me breakfast.”

“Okay, anything to compensate today’s mess.” He joked, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Jinnie.” You both slowly drifted to sleep. With Jin having a peace of mind, and with you looking forward to a delicious breakfast tomorrow.

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clementinefletcher · 4 years ago

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★ ━ ( halsey, non-binary, she/they ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is CLEMENTINE LOUISE FLETCHER. also known as just CLEM. Last I heard they were born on AUGUST 8TH, 1993 in NEW YORK CITY, and they’ve been livin’ in THE NORTHWEST DISTRICT, for about TWELVE YEARS. Word around the districts is, this pal, CLEM can be JITTERY, OVERCRITICAL, & STOIC, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re AMBITIOUS, ENERGETIC, & SUPPORTIVE, I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that they work as a TWITCH STREAMER & FREELANCE ARTIST. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: ci, est, 27, she/her )

Hello! I”m Ci and I also rp Charlie Summers. My Discord is CiRoleplays#4052. I am new to that so please ignore how bad I am at it right now. Like do you need those numbers? I have no clue! Anyways down below you found out more about my baby Clem. You can also message me on here or Charlie’s account.

TW: PTSD, Family Abandonment, Depression, Mental Illness, Anxiety, Verbal Abuse

Family Background

Daniel Fletcher their biological father was, in the 1st Battalion, 1st Marines. It is something that he will always be proud of, but it really wrecked who he was mentally. His platoon was attacked during the Persian Gulf War in the 1990s. Daniel saved three people from the whole thing, but watched the rest of his soldiers die. Despite coming out of this as a war hero, he lived with many demons. This altered the life of Clementine the most. He was too shellshocked when he returned from war to ever be excited about their birth. His PTSD caused him to verbally lash out at Clementine. Which is one of the reasons why they ran away.

Alana Fletcher their mother was, a very smart women who worked as a secretary for a housing company. Daniel was her high school sweetheart and they always had wanted a child. So when she did become pregnant it was so exciting for them, but then Daniel was sent back to war again. This left Alana alone with the baby bump that would soon become Clementine. Since the bump was that she could talk to, they became great talking pals. Sadly right as Clementine came into the world, Daniel seemed to lose a lot of his suddenly. At first she didn’t let her husband get away with the verbal abuse. Some things he could say to Clem and then there were times where he drew the line. Then when she lost her job due to the house market crash, she gave up on trying.

Collin Green their pretty much adoptive father, works with his own non-profit that helps underprivileged people in Portland. He found her when she had run away from home at the age of fifteen. Collin is also a veteran and was very close to her biological father Daniel. Unlike Daniel, Collin was able to pull himself out of the deep parts of PTSD. He still suffers from it, but with therapy and later Clementine he realized that it was okay to suffer from a mental illness. It gave him the idea for his non-profit and changed his life.

Clementine Louise Fletcher

She/They Pronouns, has moments where they is more preferred, but will let the person know when that feeling strikes.

They are still trying to figure out sexuality, normally they date women or men more open to being feminine. Isn’t even sure if she wants a label with it.

They have two jobs. Twitch Streamer, where they play video games and often will play said video game in cosplay. Freelance Artist, has an online shop where they sell paintings on mostly landscapes and womanly figures.

They live in The NorthWest District, lived on the streets of Downtown until Collin Green found them.

Finds beauty in almost everything, is that person that walks around and makes you stop to go “LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THAT IS?!”

Carries around a tiny pale purple sketchbook, will take this out and start drawing out of nowhere if the mood strikes.

A sucker for affection, often will lean into hugs and cherish it for a bit, long kisses, cuddles that last until waking up.

Will never judge if you haven’t played a video game, but will want to show you their favorite ones, also truly loves when people watch her play.

Is a lot more confident around close friends, family, and while on twitch streams.

Owns a lot of wigs and will always have very naturally short hair. Her hair color changes almost every day or just when the color feels right.

Has a lot of sleep anxiety and often will ask someone to lay down with her or hold some type of stuffed animal, often dreams of fighting parents or nights being homeless.

Still deals with her past traumas daily, very down on themselves for no reason, overcritical of themselves and sometimes her environment, will go into an emo listening depression at random moments.

Holds a lot of resentment towards their family, despite leaving a note they never searched for Clementine. Not that she expected them too, but they also do not ask Collin how they ever are.

Wanted Connections

Collin Green: In my mind his fc is Daveed Diggs (i love him) and he is in his middle thirties. Works for a nonprofit that helps underprivileged people. Is the CEO or just the top man with this nonprofit. Met Clem about three weeks of her living on the streets. He took her in since she was going to have to end up in the possible foster system or worse sent home. Very much the Joel to her Ellie. Friends: This could be from people who knew her when she was homeless to knowing her during her awkward going into high school knowing no one. Also could just gotten to know her from twitch streams. Friends With Benefits Chosen Family Past-Lovers Current Crushes Video game buddies Artist friends Honestly give me more ideas i’m here for it!

#pb:intro #tw; ptsd #tw; depression #tw; anxiety #tw; mental illness #tw; verbal abuse #clem: selfintro #;they were made of clouds and stardust

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khiphop-stories · 6 years ago

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Getting Off On The Wrong Foot

[Christian Yu | Chapter One - Reputation ]

You had averted your eyes from your friends for only a couple seconds and they disappeared in a heartbeat as if the earth had swallowed them up. They had dragged you all the way to the club and now they where nowhere to be found. You turned your head left and right. Too busy looking for them, you didn’t notice someone was walking straight into you. It appeared he had not seen you either as his eyes were stuck on his phone. You bumped against him. Due to the collision his phone fell out of his hands onto the floor, display ahead.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!“ You immediately apologized, bowing your head repeatedly. You hurriedly bent down and picked up his phone. Checking its condition, you saw that his display was completely shattered.

You glanced up to him, an apologetic expression on your face, as you reluctantly returned his phone to him.

“I-I’m so sorry, I can pay for repair if you want,“ you offered, feeling guilty for destroying his cell phone. It was the newest iPhone too which wasn’t that cheap to begin with.

He took his phone back into his possession and you could see how the corner of his lips rose into a smile. Shortly after he broke out into a light laughter. “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. My phone was broken before.“

“I didn’t break it just now?“ You let out a sigh of relief.

“No,“ he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I shattered it months ago.“

“And you didn’t think of fixing it?“ You blurted out. “Sorry, none of my business,“ you quickly added with an awkward chuckle.

“I kinda got used to it and when I fix it, it’s gonna break again anyway,“ he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Is it your first time here?“ He asked out of the blue, gaining a weird look from you. You raised one of your brows at him, wondering whether he was being serious. He immediately noticed your reluctance and added, “I mean I haven’t seen you around before.“

You furrowed your brows at him, being suspicious about his words and actions. Did he genuinely not remember or was this an attempt to hit on you?

“You’re not good at remembering faces, are you?“

“I sure would have remembered a face like yours,“ he responded smoothly. Now you were positive. He was definitely trying to make a move on you. You let out a brief sigh and rolled your eyes.

“No, it’s not. But you were probably too busy chatting up random girls to notice,“ you replied drily and feigned a sweet smile. His reputation as a player was well known in the industry. Girls were throwing themselves at him from left and right and he enjoyed the attention he was receiving. There was nothing wrong with it, you just didn’t want to get involved with someone like that on a personal level. It was better to keep your distance and save yourself from another heartbreak.

You could see how his facial expression changed in an instant. The smile on his face quickly faded away and there was a flustered, almost embarrassed look on his face.

“Guilty as charged,“ he chortled as he nodded his head, acknowledging your quick-wittedness. This was probably the very first time he was called out for his behaviour. But it’s not like he had a girlfriend. He was just enjoying his single life to the fullest.

He was still speaking to you, but you had diverted your attention away from him, not really listening to him. You saw one of your friends a couple feet behind him.

“If you’ll excuse me,“ you gently pushed him to side to get past him.

~*~

Christian turned his body around, his eyes lingered on you as you walked away. He was dumbfounded. It was the first time a girl he showed interest in didn’t engage. It was the first time a girl seemed so indifferent about him. With his eyes he followed your movements as you reunited with your friends. The smile that was plastered across your face now was different than the one you had given him. It was genuine, followed by hearty laughter. He could see how your eyes lit up when you talked to your friends. When you smiled it was like for a split second everything stopped. He felt an unexpected warmth rush through him.

„There you are! Dabin’s performing in a bit. Are you going to film it?“ DPR’s manager gave him a light pat on his shoulders, but there was no reaction.

„Rome, are you listening?“

„What?“ He finally tore his eyes away from you. „Yeah, I’m filming it. I need some footage.”

„What are you even looking at?“ Joo Won followed his gaze, trying to find whatever had caught the attention of his younger friend. But it was just a sea full of people.

“Do you know that girl?“ Christian mumbled, his eyes resting on you again.

“Who?“ Joo Won gave him a weird look. There were so many people in the club, he couldn’t have known which girl Christian was referring to.

„The girl in the yellow t-shirt. She’s standing next to the stairs,“ he specified.

“Minhee?“ The manager looked at Christian as though he was an alien from Mars. “Minhee? That’s her name?“ Christian repeated, a smile covering his lips.

“Dude, you don’t remember her?“ Joo Won broke out into loud laughter, shaking his head at his friend.

“Remember? I don’t even know her!“

“Are you kidding me? You worked with her! Man, she was the creative director for Taeyang’s album. You worked together with her for his music video.” His voice was filled with disbelief.

Christian furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember.

“Her name doesn’t sound familiar?”

“Minhee…KWON MINHEE?!” And then suddenly his memories came back. Yes, he had indeed worked together with you on a project. One of his most important projects up to date. Working together with one of the big three entertainment companies in South Korea and with one of the most recognised solo artists at that, was a milestone for his career. After that music video, DPR was swamped with requests, though Christian decided to focus on DPR.

“Fuck…” Christian cursed out loud and now your reaction totally made sense. Why you were so distanced and indifferent, almost offended even. Everything made sense.

~*~

“Wait!“ Christian shouted after you.

You motioned your friends to go ahead, knowing this conversation wasn’t going to last long, before you turned to him.

“I’m sorry.“

“What for?“ You chuckled, being almost certain what his apology was about.

“Acting like an asshole.“

“You remembered, huh?“

“Yeah….Taeyang’s music video. Don’t wake me up. Last year,” he nodded his head slowly “I’m sorry. I don’t usually forget the people I work with. You must think I’m an arrogant asshole…“

"That’s exactly what I’m thinking,“ you didn’t disagree with him as he hoped you would do. Your bluntness momentarily leaving him at loss for words.

Of course you felt offended. It wasn’t like you only met him once for the project. You continuously had meetings with him to go over all the concept ideas and details. In addition to that you weren’t an irrelevant newbie in the industry. You had made yourself a name over the years and you were a well respected figure. You didn’t even expect him to remember your name, but at least your face. You thought he would at least recognize someone he had worked with for such a big project.

„To my defense….it was a long time ago and I had a lot going on that year. Plus I had a girlfriend.“

“What does your girlfriend have to do with that?“ You gave him a weird look, not seeing the connection between his work and personal life.

“Ex,“ he corrected you. “And I don’t look at other girls when I’m dating.“

His answer made even less sense to you. You didn’t know why he revealed that piece of information to you when you hadn’t even ask him.

“Good for you,” you tried to cut the conversation short.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t forget you…I just…didn’t really pay attention to what was going on around me at that time.”

“No worries,” you shrugged your shoulders indifferently. Truthfully his apology didn’t mean much to you, nor did his explanation make much sense, so you just shrugged it off as him being an arrogant douchebag.

“I gotta to go, my friends are waiting.” You pointed the the group of people standing at the exit. “I’ll see you around?“ He said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement. At the end of the sentence his voice slightly went up and his eyes stared at you rather hopefully. “I don’t think so,“ you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, before walking past him.

~*~

“Was that Christian Yu?“ One of your friends immediately began her interrogation. Her eyes lit up with excitement as though she was expecting the biggest gossip. But there was nothing to tell her as nothing had actually happened.

“Yeah,“ you simply nodded your head, not wishing to dwell on this conversation further. But the expectant look in her eyes forced you to continue.

“Nothing happened,“ you added harshly. And it were to stay like that.

“Yet,“ she completed with a teasing grin on her face.

“I’m not interested.“ “I can tell he is and Christian Yu always gets what he wants,“ you friend wriggled her brows at you teasingly as she linked her arms with yours.

“Not this time,“ you shook your head decisively. You were determined now not to let him get his way.

“You should stay away from him,“ your best friend joined the conversation. She didn’t seem to share the excitement.

“Why?“ “Don’t you know his reputation? He uses girls for sex and leaves in the middle of the night.“ “It’s not like he forces them to have sex with him. They’re just as needy.“ You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend a guy you barely knew. A guy who had worked with you on a project, yet totally deleted you from his memories.

“Don’t tell me you already fell for his act?” “I’m just saying, you should stop slut-shaming him. It takes two to tango.“ “Just be careful, Min. He not the guy he pretends to be.“

#christian yu #christian yu scenarios #khh scenarios #christian yu imagines #khiphop scenarios #khh imagines #dpr #dpr scenarios #dpr imagines

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whydontwe-fanfics · 7 years ago

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Unexpected (J.M)

Description: You catch Jonah cheating and the boys all knew about it.

Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Jonah being an asshole, angst?, swearing

Word Count: 2.7k

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Jack and Zach sat on stools surrounding the island in their kitchen, the laptop decked before then opened up to a YouNow tab. They hadn't started a session yet, both being too busy laughing and goofing around with each other.

Behind them, in one corner of the kitchen where a seating booth was placed, you and Jonah sat with each other - more so on each other. Jonah's back was pressed against one side of the booth as he sat horizontally on the couch. You sat on his leg that was rested upon the couch-like seating as his left arm stays secured around your waist, holding you against him. His right hand held his phone as he went browsing through it, and you scrolled through Instagram with your head sorted slightly in the crook of his neck.

Jonah hummed quietly to himself, but when he had stopped a while back, you told him to continue and he hasn't quit lowly humming random songs since then.

It was a lazy day at the Why Don't We house. You and Jonah had lounged around all day; Jack and Zach have been hanging around and about; Daniel was playing around with his guitar in his room, trying to come up with new tunes; and Corbyn was out with his girlfriend, Christina.

You would giggle quietly and show Jonah a picture you'd find funny on Instagram, to which he'd grin sheepishly at how adorable he had found your sense of humor.

Eventually, Jack and Zach start their YouNow session, smiling and laughing into the camera as they answer questions and such. Thirty minutes passed with them talking to their fans out there when Jack shifted the laptop, making the view behind them - that being Jonah and you - much easier to see online.

is that Y/N with Jonah? Jonah and Y/N are together? OMG Y/N AND JONAH ARE GOALS BACK THERE

"Is that Y/N with Jonah?" Jack read before turning behind him to see you and Jonah in the exact same position you were in an hour ago.

"Yeah, I thought everybody knew they were together," Zach ran a hand through his hair, answering the questions.

"I heard my name," Jonah said aloud to the two boys at the counter.

"Everybody is saying hi to you and Y/N," Jack told you two.

"Oh, hi," you wave with a smile at the camera.

"Whaddup!" Jonah hollered with a chuckle as you sit upwards.

"They just lie around doing nothing all the time," Jack exaggerates an eye roll, resulting in Jonah doing the same.

"We do stuff," you object.

"Yeah, stuff," Jack chuckles, to which Jonah and Zach start laughing as your face turns red. "I hate you all," you murmur, looking back down at your phone and hoping that your hair shields you from the view of a little less than a few thousand people watching.

"Don't be shy, princess," Jonah laughs, trying to push your hair out of your face, but you fight to stay hidden. It ends up as some sort of wrestle where you end up at the bottom and he straddles you.

"As you can see, they're really gross," Zach tells the viewers with a small shake of the head.

Eventually, you had gotten a text from your dad telling you that you'd have to be home soon to pack.

Your siblings, parents and you were all going on a trip to Florida the following morning to visit family over there. You'd be gone for the upcoming week, unfortunately over 2,000 miles away from your boyfriend and best friends.

"Ugh, I gotta go," you groan just as Zach and Jack finish up their time goofing around to their viewers.

"You want me to drive you?" Jonah asked.

"No, my brother's like five minutes away," you told him, rising to your feet and going to find your shoes to put on.

"Wait, aren't you leaving to St Augustine tomorrow?" Zach asks as the boys follow you to the center of their house.

"Sadly," you say with a small frown as you slip your sneakers on.

"How long are you gonna be gone?"

"A week," Jonah answers sadly for you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Are you gonna stop by in the morning?" Jack asks, leaning against the wall.

"I'm leaving around 3 in the morning, so most likely not," you shake your head, retrieving your messenger bag from the floor and shrugging it onto your shoulder. "So this is the last time I'll be seeing your butts for seven days."

"Thanks for the heads up," Jack frowned.

"I've told you guys this at least ten times by now," Jonah throws a hand in the air.

"We don't listen to you, Jonah," Zach says.

"Trust me, I know," Jonah huffs.

"It's okay, guys. I'll be back before you know it," you promise, turning in Jonah's arms to give him a kiss on the cheek just as your phone dings from your hand. You look down and see your brother's text message, tell you that he was outside. "That's my cue."'

"We'll miss you, Y/N/N," Zach says as Jack pushes Jonah away from you as the two boys take you in between them. "Daniel! Y/N's leaving for a year!" He shouts at the top of his lungs.

You laugh as you hear Daniel's door shoot open followed by the sound of footsteps running down the stairs.

"What?" He asks loudly, racing towards everybody with furrowed eyebrows.

"Zach's just being a dick," you shook your head with a small smile. "But hey, you care."

"She's only leaving for a week," Jonah tells Daniel as he takes a drink from his water bottle.

"Wait, why?" Daniel asks.

"Oh my-" Jonah slaps his forehead as you laugh, pulling away from Zach and Jack to give Daniel a hug.

"Mark is waiting outside, so I better u going. See you boys in a few; I'll FaceTime you guys later."

"Bye, babe," Jonah takes you into his arms and leans in for a kiss on the lips that last a few seconds. You were too busy kissing Jonah to notice the wary glances the other three boys in the room were giving you two.

"Okay, I'll text you all later. Love you!" You then waved with a small smile and quickly walked out of the door and towards your annoyed brother who was repeatedly honking the horn of his car.

When Jonah closed the door behind you, he turned to the boys who were all looking at him with stoic facial expressions.

"What?" Jonah questioned to which the boys all responded with blank faces and silence.

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It was five in the morning when you, your two younger sisters, old brother and parents all sat in the crowded airport filled to the brim with angry people. Why was it filled with anger and annoyance? Because ten flights have been canceled because of something still not acknowledged by everyone.

But something everyone did know was that no flights will take off until three that afternoon.

Your five-year-old sister, Evelyn (random name), sat on your lap while playing with your necklace, her head resting on your shoulder. Your ten-year-old sister, Cara (another random name), sat beside you with her head leaning against Mark's arm, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Okay, kids, we're just gonna head home for now and catch a flight at six," your father finally said, standing up along with your mother. You sigh and rise to your feet, bringing Evelyn up with you.

Your brother woke up Cara and the next thing you know, you're all home and everybody is going back to sleep, your parents in a very pissy mood.

Around nine, you wake up realizing that you never told the boys that your flight was canceled. You go to acknowledge them all in the group chat, but the idea of showing up at their house as a surprise entered your mind.

Quickly, you headed to your brother's room to ask him to borrow his keys for a few, and surprisingly he says yes.

About thirty minutes later, you arrive at the boys' house and hop out the car. Unsurprisingly, their back door is unlocked, something you tell them not to do constantly.

When you walk in, you hear the boys' shouting and yelling from here and there all around, making you shake your head with a smile.

You stepped into the center room and chuckled quietly, watching as Jack, Zach, and Corbyn all play video games on the couch, their backs facing you.

"Who's winning?" You abruptly ask, making all of them jump and whip their heads towards you. Your eyebrows furrow when you see all of their faces suddenly go white, as if they've seen a ghost.

"Y/N?" Jack's eyes go wide as he instantly rises to his feet.

"What's up, fellas?" You cross your arms with a small smile. "Why do you all look like you've just seen a ghost?"

"I-we-" Jack stutters.

"We just thought you'd be in Florida by now," Zach says, rising to his feet as well.

"Yeah, our plane got delayed so we'll be leaving later today. Mark let me drive his car here-"

"Jonah isn't here," Corbyn rushed out.

"His car's in the driveway," you raise your eyebrows, not thinking too much into why Corbyn would lie like that.

"Yeah-but-uh-" Jack stuttered once more.

"You guys are being so weird. I just wanted to surprise you guys. Sorry, I didn't know I'd have to warn you or some-"

"You can't just pop up out of nowhere like that," Corbyn harshly says, to which your small smile immediately washed away at.

"Oh," you said, your voice quiet now. "I-"

"He didn't mean it like that," Jack says, the first sentence to leave his mouth in the form of actual words.

"It's alright," you mumble. "I'll just say hi to Jonah and go-"

"No," the three of them say in sync, their panic synchronized, as well.

You suddenly grow a knot in your throat, paranoia subsiding in you. Why did they lie about Jonah not being here and why are they all so upset about you showing up out of nowhere? You do it all of the time.

Evidently, you turned and sped walked right up the steps and towards Jonah's room. You could've sworn you heard one of them mutter 'shit' but you knew you heard Zach yell a 'wait'.

When you got to Jonah's door, a part of you didn't want to open it. What if your presumptions were proved correct with just one small action? Would Jonah really... you didn't even want to think of the word alone.

Taking in a deep breath, you opened his door abruptly.

And that's all it took for your world to crumble right before your eyes.

There Jonah was on his bed, a girl's legs wrapped around his waist as she straddled him - something you did to him a lot. Their mouths were locked together, her arms around his neck as he felt up her bare thighs.

The second the door handle hit the wall, both bodies shot apart and turned towards you.

"Y/N," Jonah's eyes go wide as his face turns just as white as the boys' downstairs did.

You hadn't known tears even surfaced until you tasted the saltiness of it, the tears hitting your lips before your senses. It was as if time froze and while everything else kept on going, your heart stopped.

So many things raced through your mind, but your legs reacted before you could.

You had never been one to run away from problems, but you hadn't thought twice before taking off, running down the stairs and right past the boys. You hadn't gotten a glimpse of their faces, and you didn't want to.

You were determined to get to your brother's car and drive away, never to return to the shit hole you would always call your second home.

"Y/N!" Voices called after you, but you wouldn't stop for a million dollars. You were so lucky the car keys were in your hoodie pocket, so opening the car wasn't the hard part. The hard part would be outrunning the group of boys that tried to get to you before you got to the vehicle.

But somehow, you managed to do so.

Tears ran right down your face as you threw yourself into the front seat of your brother's car and immediately locked the doors, your breathing picking up as you felt anxiety creeping in. You felt as if your brain would pop, a sob rising in your throat. Your blinking turned harsh as loud cries began to leave your mouth. You bring your left hand up to cover your mouth before quickly turning the engine on.

You jumped when various knockings were heard on the windows of your car, but you ignored them with everything you had, bawling your eyes out for everyone around to see.

You then drove away, your breathing growing quicker by the second. It was then that everything hit you.

Jonah. Your boyfriend of a year and a half. He had just cheated on you... and you don't know the half of it.

How long had he been cheating? How long had the boys - your apparent best friends - known about it all?

You felt stupid. Humiliated. Sick.

You swerved to the side of the clear road when you were far enough from the hell house, opening your door just to empty your insides on the cement ground. Your cries continued as vile left your mouth.

The rest of the ride back was silent. Your cries went quiet as tears continued rolling down your face. You hyperventilated the entire way home, hiccups accompanying you along with everything else.

Over a thousand thoughts must've run through your mind, each and every one of them making you even more upset than you already were.

But through it all, your face went emotionless as anger began to consume you. How dare he? How dare that asshole? Every time he's said he loved you, every time you've kissed, every time you've done things together, things you'll now regret more and more from further on.

By the time you pull into your driveway, your eyes are swollen and puffy, the gloss on them as clear as daylight. Streaks from the tears imprinted onto your cheeks and you looked nearly dead.

The second you walked into your living room, you saw Mark watching television while Cara played on her tablet beside him and Evelyn played with her toys in the corner.

Mark's head turns to you and he has to do a double take before jumping to his feet.

"What the hell happened?" He stormed to you, checking if you had been hurt.

"I'm pretty sure I was just cheated on," you sigh, placing his car keys on the hallway table.

Mark's eyes widen with surprise before turning to anger.

"What happened?" Cara asked, walking up to you with a frown. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm perfect," you smile before deeply sighing. "I'll be in my room until we leave."

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"Shit shit shit shit," Jonah sat on the couch with his hands covering his face, his heart pounding ridiculously fast in his chest. "Why the fuck was she here?"

"She-she said her plane got delayed-" Jack grumbled, running his own hand down his face.

"Fuck, man," Zach kicked the wall.

"What the fuck are you shitting about, I'm the one who just lost my fucking girlfriend," Jonah angrily said.

"And whose fucking fault is that? Corbyn jumped in, defending Zach. "We just lost our best friend because we've been covering your ass."

"You idiot," Jack shook his head.

"I know, alright? I know."

"Fuck."

The house was filled with endless swearing as all boys stood around, frowns inked onto their faces at the memory of seeing you sobbing while driving off.

"We all just lost someone important to us, alright?" Corbyn said. "I was a dick to her - we all were. Jonah should've kept his fucking dick in his damn pants and we shouldn't have lied to someone we have no right to call our best friend."

"I just-" Jonah couldn't even talk. "I don't want to fucking lose her."

"You should've thought about that before hooking up with some chick not even an entire five hours after Y/N was supposed to leave Cali," Zach shook his head.

"I need to talk to her."

"No, you need to leave her alone," Jack said. "You saw her. She was..."

"Crying her eyes out," Jonah solemnly said.

"And it was because of all of us."

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