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on my knees begging for pre-canon lenore dove and haymitch hurt/comfort (preferably lenore dove comofrting haymitch but anything is good)

thank youu <3

nothing i can do. haymitch abernathy x lenore dove

description: haymitch’s dad ends up in a coal mine explosion. with his mother trying to explain the truth to sid, haymitch’s comfort comes in the form of words from his love, his all-fire.

warnings: haymitch’s dad dies when he’s a bit older, like 14 or 15 now fight me, violence, cursing

the letters on the shelf

hold something of yourself

the books I read that day

I only see your face

Haymitch heard it first when he was at school. Reading a novel which was clearly written by a Capitol citizen, having to deal with Blair’s bad breath, and tapping his foot.

“Haymitch and Sid Abernathy, please head to the office immediately,” the low-quality loudspeaker managed to chirp out.

A couple of ‘oos’ and ‘aaah’s’ came from seats, including one from Haymitch’s sworn rival, Maysilee Donner. “Oh, shut your trap,” Haymitch muttered, leaving the class with his hands on his hips and his boots untied.

The hall was dirty, as always. The elementary kids had came in from recess not too long ago- and their boots and shoes were always filled with dirt and other outdoor substances. He was used to it, though, and made it to the worn-down office.

The office wasn’t anything special- just a normal building with a peeling desk. “So, what’s up?” Haymitch asked.

“Your mom’s here,” The office lady declared, adjusting her monocle.

“What?” Haymitch looked to the side, and saw his mom- Willamae. But he just called her Ma. “What do you want now?”

“Your dad..” Ma mumbled, before letting a tear shed from her left eye. “He was in the explosion, Haymitch.”

She was joking. She had to be joking. “Be serious,” Haymitch repeated. “He’s not there.”

“Do you think I’m joking?” Ma asked sternly. “Your dad’s in that explosion!”

“Did he come out yet?” Haymitch asked. “What’s his injuries.”

“They’re just finishing bringing people out,” Ma ordered. “We’re going to see your dad the second Sid comes.”

Almost as if it was fate, Sid ran right through the door. “Mom! Mom! Look! Miss Hawthorne brought us CHALK!” He held up his paper with pride, a drawing of Haymitch’s tight-knit family being plasted on the white sheet.

“We’re going to the mine; okay buddy?” Ma asked. “To see your dad.” Haymitch didn’t get why Sid had to be babied- but he didn’t judge. He just watched Sid’s smile brighten.

“Dad! We’re seeing dad!” Sid exclaimed. “Come on Haymitch! Let’s go!”

Ma led Sid out the doors, Haymitch following suit. “What about my bags?” Haymitch asked, suddenly remembering about all the stuff he had left.

“We’re coming back,” Ma reminded Haymitch. “We’re just going to see his injuries and make sure he knows we love him.”

“Aw,” Sid whined. “I wanna stay with dad!”

“I know, buddy,” Ma chuckled, although Haymitch could tell she wasn’t completely happy. He could see her worry.

The walk to the mine wasn’t so far away, Haymitch noticed. A couple turns left and he could already see the opening. There were people around it. What counted as ambulances. Ma and Sid’s pace quickened, and Haymitch had to jog to keep up.

“Julius,” Ma called out. “Julius! Can you hear me? Is he there?”

Ma’s hands slammed onto the railing that was put up, and Haymitch lifted Sid up so he could see. “I don’t see him!” Sid whined.

“He’s coming,” Haymitch insisted, feeling the pit in his stomach grow larger the longer he waited. “He’s coming, Sid.”

A man in a mining uniform, similar to his dad’s, approached Ma. “Hello, are you the Abernathy’s?” The man asked.

“Yeah,” Ma replied. “We’re Julius’s family. When’s he coming up?”

“We’ve finished bringing the survivors up,” the man said. “But there’s no Julius Abernathy. I’m so sorry.”

Haymitch’s eyes grew colder than he knew they could be. His dad. His dad hadn’t came up. “The fuck you mean he didn’t come up?” Haymitch interrupted, putting Sid down.

“Language!” Ma exclaimed, trying to resist tears.

“He’s not coming up?” Sid asked Haymitch. “When’s he coming home?”

Haymitch froze up. “Sid..he’s not coming home.”

“Why?”

Haymitch didn’t wanna explain why. He didn’t wanna have to comfort his mom, he didn’t wanna have to deal with this. He wanted this to have never happened.

“He’s not dead,” Ma ordered. “They’re lying. They’re lying! He’s not dead! Julius is NOT dead! GIVE ME MY HUSBAND!” As Ma reached over, leaving Sid to watch her, Haymitch’s heart thumped.

“There’s no point!” Haymitch yelled. “He’s dead! Our dad’s dead!”

“Shut up!” Ma screamed back, before attempting to jump over the fence.

“Mom?” Sid asked quietly. “Haymitch, where’s she going?”

Haymitch’s eyes swelled up with tears as the anger and sadness inside conjoined. “Stay here with your mom.” He turned his head away.

“What?” asked Sid, tugging on Haymitch’s leg.

Haymitch looked back at his brother, guilt crawling across his skin. But he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t cry in front of his brother. Sid saw him as his hero.

As Haymitch ran, he could hear Sid’s cries out. “Haymitch! Come back! Where are you going?”

Even his mom yelling his full name couldn’t make him stop running. He didn’t know exactly where he was going. But he needed space. He needed to escape to a place where his dad wasn’t dead.

Which is what he did. The second he reached the meadow, he sunk down onto the grass and leaned onto the tree. His head was in his hands quickly, and he let out a hard sob.

“Please let this be a dream,” Haymitch mumbled to himself. “Please..”

Other then the occasional mockingjay cry and scream, Haymitch heard nothing except for silence.

That is, until Haymitch heard the subtle sound of an accordion and footsteps. It was silent at first, but the noise grew louder.

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow,

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.”

His eyes slowly opened, peeking behind the tree to see Lenore Dove slowly walking down the meadow. She saw him quickly, and bounced a bit. “Haymitch! What are you doing here? Isn’t it school time?” Lenore Dove had been absent from school the past few days, apparently catching the flu. From what Tam Amber had told Haymitch, she was better today- but it was better for her to stay home. “Haymitch, you’re crying..”

Haymitch nodded slowly, glancing at Lenore Dove going down towards him. She placed down her accordion, and sat next to Haymitch. “What happened?” Lenore Dove asked.

Haymitch sighed. “There was a mine explosion.”

“And you got let out of school?” Lenore Dove questioned. “Wait, your dad! How’s he?”

Haymitch just looked at her, his eyes becoming more glossy with every thought. His dad was dead.

“Oh. Oh,” Lenore Dove mumbled quietly, wrapping her arm around Haymitch’s shoulder. “Haymitch, I’m sorry…”

“He’s gone,” cried Haymitch. “Forever. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I know,” Lenore Dove whispered in Haymitch’s ear. “You don’t want positive advice, do you? No lift-up speeches?” Haymitch slowly shaked his head. “You just want silence.” Haymitch nodded.

Lenore Dove leaned her head on Haymitch’s shoulder softly, looking at him longingly. She wished she could take his pain away, and that she knew how to do it. But Lenore Dove wouldn’t quit.

“You must be feeling really alone right now,” Lenore Dove mumbled. “But you’re not. You have your Ma. Sid. Blair and Burdock. Me. I’ll help you.”

Haymitch wiped a couple of his tears away. “I know you’ll help me. But it’s just so hard to come to terms with, y’know? My pa’s dead..”

“I never met my dad,” Lenore Dove added. “You have memories of him. Memories that’ll last your whole life.”

“And those’ll never go away,” Haymitch forced a smile. “They can’t take my memories.”

“You’re right, they can’t,” Lenore Dove pointed out. “The mind is a powerful weapon, Haymitch. The Capitol can’t control our minds. They’re our one strength we can always gain no matter how hard the Capitol tries to take it away, because the songs and the stories and the poems will always live between us forever.”

“I remember a story my pa told me,” Haymitch mumbled, loud enough for Lenore Dove to hear. “One of the only stories of his he told me- a private guy, he was.” He struggled to say ‘was’, resisting a bit before finally uttering the words.

“Can I hear it?” Lenore Dove asked softly. “I’d love to hear it.”

Haymitch nodded, looking at her with a genuine smile. “It was about two soldiers in battle. They cared for eachother- some say they loved eachother, and fought for their country with dignity and pride. But then, one of the soldiers died. And the other soldier kept fighting, because you don’t give up when you lose someone. And he won the battle,” Haymitch couldn’t continue, as his eyes watered up. He realized the story his pa had told him was becoming more and more realistic. Two soldiers- him and his pa. And Haymitch had to keep fighting and win the battle.

“That’s a lovely story,” Lenore Dove said. “The two soldiers..in love. Sounds mystical, forbidden, like a book I read once.”

“It really is a good story,” Haymitch mumbled. “You know, Lenore Dove, you always find a way to make me stop crying. You’re a gift, remember that.”

“Oh, don’t make me blush,” Lenore Dove giggled slightly. “Geese mate for life, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Haymitch said. “You remind me every day. Where are your geese?”

“One of em’s sick,” Lenore Dove said with a frown. “So Clerk Carmine’s getting his guy to come over and fix her up.”

“I like your geese more when they’re not quacking in my face,” Haymitch chuckled. “When they’re calm, laying next to you like an angel in a bouquet of flowers.”

“Don’t compare me to an angel, Haymitch,” Lenore Dove smiled. “You know you’re fibbin’.”

“I’d be fibbin the day the sun didn’t rise on the reaping. And even then, you’d still look like a blue jay with big wings,” Haymitch grinned. “You know I’m not a liar.”

“I know. That’s what I love about you most,” Lenore Dove whispered. “Your honesty.”

“I’ll never lie once in my life,” Haymitch chuckled.

“Promise?” Asked Lenore Dove.

“Promise.”

#hunger games #the hunger games #thg series #sunrise on the reaping #thg sotr #tbosas #haymitch abernathy #thg haymitch #haymitch moment #slaymitch #willamae abernathy #sid abernathy #lenore dove #haydove #haymitch x lenore dove

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 months ago

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𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘈 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

this took way too long to write and i have no idea why lmao. i guess i've just been too busy making tiktok edits to write

Summary: You and Eric bond over his missing cat.

Warnings: Spoilers for AQP:DO, some angst, mentions of PTSD, survivor's guilt, Frodo being the best wingman cat, pure tooth-rotting fluffiness, and SMUT (MINORS DNI)

word count | 5.2k🤙🏻

In the beginning, you didn’t have a clue what was going on around you.

You were hastily woken up from a nap you found yourself in after a long shift at work, multiple booms and shakes rumbling the earth and your apartment building, loud crashing echoing from the glass your picture frames falling off the walls and various dishes and cutlery falling from their respective places in your drawers and cabinets.

You were frozen in shock, unable to speak as you started to hear screams and explosions from outside your tiny apartment. What was going on? It was so loud you almost didn’t catch your phone ringing over and over again. It was your mother.

“Don’t go outside, it’s not-!” You gasped, tears filling your eyes as your mother’s voice was violently cut off by a deafening screech. Somehow, you knew she was gone. Taken from this world too soon, and you didn’t even know why. It wasn’t long before your father came to your door, finding you in a fetal position, silently sobbing with your hands over your ears, trying desperately to drown out the sounds of death. He confirmed your mother was dead, but he wasn't going to let you give up.

The two of you stayed together, through all of it. Until the military flew over New York City announcing through loudspeakers that there were boats that would take people, those who survived the Death Angels, to safety. You couldn’t really believe it, but your father didn’t let you give up. Again.

Your father was getting up in years, still young by comparison to others, but without your mother by his side, it wasn’t really a shock when he didn’t make it onto the boat with you. You were his only attachment to life, so when he saw you were safe, he’s the one who gave up. That’s what you thought, even when you knew that you would be dead without him; even when you knew you were seconds away from getting mutilated by one of those creatures, only for your father to distract one to save you, you still thought he gave up. And you wrestled back and forth whether you hated or loved him for it. You didn’t really hate him, but you did hate the situation. You hated the situation that made your father sacrifice himself for you.

You got onto the boat in tears, unconsolable, and continued to be in that state even after you made it to safety.

A few days passed and you could still barely eat anything, not for lack of trying. Every time you tried to eat, it would just make you sick. You couldn’t understand why you lived when your father couldn’t. It wasn’t fair. Sometimes, a part of you wished you died with him. You and the rest of whoever made it onto the boats were safe, for now, but how long would that last?

You were proven right when one day, this kid and a man came to the island, accidentally bringing a Death Angel with them. It was like that first day all over again. You had to run, you had to hide, you had to be quiet. Blood and death everywhere, you hid until it calmed down, until the Death Angel was lured away.

The damage to your home was severe, a massive hole ripped through where the creature broke in and killed your roommate. Your roommate was very skittish, screamed at the slightest fright. It was a wonder she ever made it this far, she just couldn’t handle it when the first day seemed to repeat itself. Though you yourself almost screamed aloud when you heard a soft meow from the hole in your wall.

It was a black and white cat, staring at you with its big green eyes.

Before, you would’ve cooed and bounded up to it with a baby-voiced “hello.” But now, you just prayed this cat wouldn’t open its mouth ever again. However, cats never really followed the rules, and they couldn’t possibly understand what was going on. So, the cat walked to you, its tail flowing behind itself, rubbing up against your legs. You could feel the vibrations from its purring. You tensed when you heard it chirp up at you, clearly wanting to be held. You didn’t dare move, lest the monster came back at the slightest sound. You would’ve kicked the cat away if you knew it wouldn’t make a noise, but alas, the fuzzball started to meow in displeasure at being ignored and you had no choice but to pick it up so it would stay quiet.

The cat purred quietly in your arms, and you willed yourself to keep it happy or else you and it would be torn to pieces. You silently slid down the opposite side of your ruined wall, cuddling the cat close to your chest like it was a baby, trying to steady your breathing and praying the creature stayed away.

It must’ve been hours just staying like that, before people started to be loud again. No, no, what were they doing? You shut your eyes tightly, not making a sound so that you might be spared. But you could hear the conversations outside faintly, that the monster was killed and you were safe again. That couldn’t be right. There was no way to kill those things, people tried, the military tried. Who killed it and how?

You hesitantly stepped outside your home, looking around to see people embracing, sobbing, crumbling to the ground and lifting their hands to the sky in a sort of worship and praise. So many sounds, and the Death Angel was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was true?

“That’s my cat.”

You were startled out of your thoughts by a man, tall and lean, very much resembling a kicked puppy with his big brown eyes and feeble stance. His voice was barely audible, pointing at the furry creature in your arms.

Oh.

It must’ve ran off when the monster was around.

You silently gave the cat back to the man. He nodded in appreciation and walked off. A very simple, quiet interaction, as if he was trying to get away as quickly as possible. You weren’t sure of course, but you had a feeling he was just as traumatized as you, still unable to be as more than completely silent as you’d normally be, even when it was technically safe to be louder on the island.

You allowed yourself a ghost of a smile when the cat looked back at you and chirped.

Then…everything went back to normal, or rather, the new normal that was being made for every survivor. People started to come out of their shell again, and some folk even talked about the rest of the world figuring out how to kill these monsters and that maybe someday, the world could go back to the way it used to be. It was a nice thought, but nobody truly knew how many of these things were or if they could make themselves stronger. It was a waiting game now. Though, life on the island started to be not so bad.

After that cat found you that day, it’s been sneaking off to find you every so often, the man with the puppy dog eyes always coming to you not long after. It was becoming amusing. He was frazzled and exhausted every time too, as if he’d been chasing the kitty all over the island, a blush dusting his otherwise pale skin. It stayed as simple as that first interaction, he’d find you with his cat in your arms and you’d give it back to him and he’d go back to his own house. Maybe it was a sort of trauma bond thing happening to you, but you started to enjoy the minute interactions you’d have with the man. Every time the cat found itself scratching and meowing at your door, you started to anticipate seeing him.

“Likes to run away often, does he?” You attempted to joke, which only got you a weak smile in return, making you feel like an idiot for even trying. You thought about never speaking to him again, until he responded.

As the man was turning to walk back to his house, he stopped. “Frodo…”

You blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

“That’s his name…the cat.”

Oh. You were so surprised that the man actually spoke to you that you didn’t process what he had first said. “A-And, what’s your name?” You asked, blushing when you caught your nervous stutter.

He paused, hesitating. For what reason? You didn’t know. But he answered you regardless. “Eric.” Eric. It suited him. You gave him your name as well and he gave you another weak smile, turning and leaving you at your front door. Frodo, you snickered to yourself. Makes sense, considering that cat loved getting himself into trouble, it seemed.

You were concerned that you were starting to get attached to this cat…and his owner.

Your heart overflowed with all sorts of emotions when you realized. You thought back to your father, your mother, the rest of your loved ones that were probably dead and gone like everyone else. You were all you had left. You were all you would ever have, and you could barely keep your head above water, so how the hell would you ever be able to care about another person when they could just be taken away with just a whisper. But then again…you were all that you would ever have…could you really shut out everyone that comes along looking for a connection? Could you spend the rest of this apocalyptic existence completely alone? You didn’t have the strength for that before Day One, how would you hold it together now?

You couldn’t have been sure at the time, but Eric was having similar struggles as you were.

Not unlike you, Eric had no one. He had Sam…but that didn’t work. His family was across the water, far, far from here, and he didn’t know if they were even alive. He’d never be able to find out regardless. He didn’t even want to go to law school, but his father forced him. He wished he could’ve seen his mother one last time. Now all that was left of him was this cat.

Eric’s relationship with Frodo was unique. That cat’s furry face was the first thing he saw when he saved himself from drowning. It was like an omen of sorts, how the rest of his time in New York would go. He met Sam through Frodo. He didn’t have much to care about then, but now he has something to take care of. Every time Frodo would run off, he felt like he was going to have a panic attack. He thought of Sam, how she’d react if she found out Frodo was lost or killed because he wasn’t paying close enough attention. Then he remembered she was dead now, and that she couldn’t be happy or upset with him ever again. Frodo was all he had left of her, so in a way, Frodo was Sam now…and he couldn’t lose her again.

Then he found you. Always chasing around that damn cat.

At first, Eric was hesitant to approach you. You were holding Frodo like you were a toddler holding their favorite stuffy, he almost didn’t have the heart to take him from you. But he wasn’t yours, Frodo was his now. “That’s my cat,” he had whispered. It was a little harsh, his tone, but he could feel his eyes pleading for you to give his cat back, conveying as much as possible that he couldn’t possibly go on without Frodo. Thankfully, you gave him back without a fuss.

Eric didn’t think about it again. You were just the person who probably kept his cat safe when he ran away, nothing more. Sure, he might’ve been agitated with you at first, before you gave Frodo back, but he felt guilty about it after. But then, it happened again.

Eric was cleaning about his little house on the island, from knocked over knick knacks that the monster moved with the force of its powerful legs running through the field, the vibrations strong enough to tremble each house, even the ground. It had almost been Frodo’s lunch time, meaning that every day around the same time Frodo was mewling, yelling at Eric to be fed. But when he didn’t hear the familiar meows of his cat, he started to get worried again. He looked all over his house for Frodo, breaking out in a sweat while looking around and underneath the house…until he remembered.

Eric took hesitant steps towards your house, praying that Frodo would be there like last time. And he was, you were sitting on the steps of your porch, caressing his cat’s fur, and he could almost hear the purring from where he stood. You looked up at him with a weak smile, stepping down towards him and simply handing Frodo over and going back inside your house. Eric let out a sigh of relief when he felt the warmth of Frodo as he cuddled into his neck. “Stop running away…” Eric whispered to the cat, even though he knew he couldn’t understand. Frodo gave him an almost inaudible chirp in return.

The more times it happened, the more Eric started to be comfortable leaving his house to go to yours in search of the kitty. It’s as if Frodo was trying to make him exercise. And you started to behave more friendly rather than the reclusive shell of a human you were when you first interacted. Your small smiles started to feel more genuine, and Eric’s heart started to feel less heavy. Frodo surely seemed happy being handed back and forth between the two of you whenever he decided to go on an adventure every other day.

“Likes to run away often, does he?” You had joked, chuckling weakly.

You have no idea, Eric wanted to say, but, “Frodo,” was all he could muster.

“Huh?”

“That’s his name…the cat.”

“And what’s your name?” You had asked, twisting your hands together nervously, almost eagerly awaiting his answer. But Eric hesitated. Should he really give his name to someone who’ll probably die? Did he want to accidentally make this innocent woman attach to him, when there’s a good chance he’ll die someday soon? What would be the point? Fuck it, he thought, Sam gave her life to save his, to let him live longer than she could’ve. It couldn’t have been for nothing. He deserved to live to the fullest, and he knew she would want him to move on, hope for a better future.

“Eric.” When you gave him your name, Eric smiled, to the best of his ability, even when the pain of learning something about you as simple as your name hit his chest like a ton of bricks. He hugged Frodo to his heart tighter, breathing in his scent, grounding him to Earth. He really needed a bath…

“Frodo?” Eric called out, looking around his house yet again. But no mewls or purrs could be heard. He sighed, putting on his jacket and taking confident steps to your house.

You answered the knock on your door with a surprised smile. “Eric? Hi, what’re you doing here?”

“Here to take Frodo back.”

Your smile dropped, making Eric’s heart start to race. “I haven’t seen him all day…”

No, no, no, please… “What do you mean he’s not here? This is where he always goes when he runs away.” Eric’s voice became more panicked the more words he spoke. There was no way Frodo was actually missing. That cat was too smart to actually get himself lost, right?

It took maybe two seconds for each of you to jump into high gear, gathering your jacket and heading out in search of this cat, running around like headless chickens, checking in with all of the neighbors, underneath houses, everywhere. It took hours, the longer it took, the more anxious and scared each of you got. You didn’t even have a strong attachment to this cat, at least, not as much as Eric, but you knew you’d be devastated if anything happened to Frodo.

After another checking around again, you both looked towards the woods, looking back at each other slowly. “You don’t think…” You wondered aloud, but the look on Eric’s face told you he was thinking the same thing. “Shit.”

“Frodo!” You both called out, walking through the woods. It would be getting dark soon, the sun hadn’t even set all the way yet and it already made the forest look dark and creepy. Despite seeing the horrors of the Death Angels, you still knew you had other things to be afraid of, especially in the woods.

You gave Eric a sad look, sighing before putting your hand on his shoulder gently. “It’s getting late…”

He shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. “No. No, he’s still out here somewhere.”

“We can’t do much else when it’s dark like this, Eric. Cats usually find their way home all the time.”

“But this isn’t like him to wander off and not come back for so long. What if he’s in trouble?” Eric panicked, his breathing rapid, his hand coming to grip at his own chest.

“Hey, hey…” You spoke softly, following him when he started to sink to the ground, his breathing coming out ragged and whimpers escaping his lips. “Frodo’s a smart cat, okay? He’ll be okay, he’s probably just…chasing mice or something.” Eric’s panicked state didn’t cease, and you started to get panicked yourself. You were out in the dark woods with a man having a panic attack, and all you could think to do was hold him until he settled down, so that’s what you did. You sat behind Eric, wrapping your arms around him and shushed him softly. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay…”

“I need him…” Eric sobbed in your arms, coiling into a ball like a child and leaning his weight onto you, his head resting on your chest, surely being about to hear your heartbeat. “He’s all I’ve got left…”

You have me, you wanted to say, but that seemed a little much. You didn’t know him as well as you would’ve liked, even if you were a bit attached to each other in a way. You wanted to comfort him, but it felt like his whole psyche was being held together because of that cat. Frodo needed to return, for Eric’s sake. Eventually, you started to feel Eric’s breathing become steadier and less sporadic, and his body stopping trembling, only a few hiccups at a time escaping his mouth. He relaxed slightly, sitting up with a blush on his face, his expression still sorrowful but more calm.

“He’s not even my cat…” Eric whispered, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Frodo,” he sniffled, “he wasn’t my cat at first. Before I came here, I met this woman, Sam, he was her cat.”

Suddenly, the cat’s name made more sense. You had a feeling you already knew what happened, but you decided to ask anyway. “And…why is Frodo with you now?”

“Sam was sick…really sick, before this all started. Frodo led me to her on the street when those monsters arrived, and I’d like to think we became friends. Sam, she…she saved my life, she helped me and Frodo get on the last boat in New York, sacrificing herself for us.” Eric started to tear up again, and you took his hand, squeezing gently. He gave you a weak smile. “I know now that it was only a matter of time, even if she came with me, she already didn’t have much time left. But she left Frodo to me, and he’s all I have left in the world. If something has happened to him…Sam’s sacrifice-”

“Hey,” you gently interrupted, “this isn’t your fault, Eric. I’m sure Frodo is perfectly safe, cats are smart and independent. I’ve heard stories of people’s cats disappearing then coming back safe and sound.” You guided him to look at you, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “It’s no use sitting here in the woods at night. We’ll continue searching as soon as the sun comes up, okay?” Eric frowned, but weakly nodded his head. “Let’s go back.”

You helped each other stand, trekking back to your house. Eric didn’t even have to ask to stay, you led him through the threshold of your door without a word, leading him to your living room where you started to light your fireplace. You both settled on the floor in front of your couch, staring into the flames, sharing a blanket. You sat close together, your knees touching, and you realized your face wasn’t heating up because of the fire.

“You never told me how you ended up here.” Eric broke the silence once more, and you inhaled sharply, the memories coming back in full force, unwillingly.

You cleared your throat to speak, Eric told you his story, it was only fair you told him yours.

“That day, I was napping after work and I woke up to a loud rumbling that shook my whole apartment. The plates in my cabinets fell and shattered, same with any pictures I had hung up on my walls. I was so disoriented, I must’ve been in a deep sleep. My mom was calling me nonstop until I picked up, she screamed at me to stand inside my apartment…then I heard one of those…things, and I knew she was dead. I couldn’t move, or speak, I couldn’t do anything but curl into a ball and lay there until my dad found me. He saved my life, like Sam saved yours.”

“Is he…?”

“Yes. He led them away so I could get on a boat…I can still hear it. Him. Being killed by them.” A tear fell over your cheek, the stain burning your flesh. But before you could roughly palm it away, a gentle touch whisked it away like wind blowing away a feather. Eric looked at you with pity, his hesitant hand pulling away and reaching for your hand. Usually, you hated being pitied, but Eric had this way about him, his big brown eyes didn’t make you feel embarrassed about being pitied like you normally would be if it were anyone else.

Maybe it was because it felt like the world was ending not even a week ago, maybe you grew braver when you felt you had nothing else to lose, but you thought Eric was entirely irresistible at that exact moment and you couldn’t stop yourself from slowly leaning towards him, yours eyes flitting back and forth between his and his lips. To your relief, Eric didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to have the same idea.

You exhaled shakily through your nose as your lips finally connected with Eric’s, his lips as soft as they looked. You felt the heat of his flushed cheeks against where the tip of your nose grazed his skin, and you were sure he could feel yours. You hadn’t kissed anyone in ages, you weren’t sure how well practiced you could’ve been, but it didn’t seem to matter. This kiss wasn’t about showing off your supposed skills, it wasn’t even fueled by lust as much as it felt like it, it was about comfort and vulnerability. You both had shared each other’s trauma from Day One, all the emotions of fear, grief, guilt, and loneliness, all pouring into one kiss.

You felt Eric’s body tremble as you trailed your hands up his arms and around his neck, pulling him closer to you, both of your breathing becoming shallow and unsteady as the kiss deepened, transforming into something more passionate, a promise of something more intense if it continued. You wanted it to continue, so, so badly.

“Is this okay?” You asked breathily, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. Eric’s eyes were slightly darkened and hooded with lust, and you realized you probably didn’t even need to ask. He wanted this as much as you did, and he answered by pulling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. You gasped as you felt his already hardened length press against you, twitching against your own heat.

“Please…” Eric almost whined, his golden brown eyes begging you for more. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do so much so quickly, but you didn’t care. Those Death Angels could evolve and become unkillable for all anyone knew, you weren’t going to have any regrets.

“Take off your clothes.” You spoke, Eric following your order as soon as you gave it, and once completely bare, you reunited in another heated kiss and returned to your original position. “Eric…” You moaned quietly as he placed kisses to your neck with enough pressure to make you weak at the knees. You were already wet from the first couple kisses, you didn’t need any more preparation. You heard Eric suck a breath through his teeth when you grasped his firm cock, the silken skin pleasantly warm and soft in your palm, adjusting yourself to hover slightly above him, placing the ruddy tip of his cockhead at your entrance.

“God, please.” Eric whimpered, gently bucking his hips upwards, his tip barely breaching your core, but it was enough to make you gasp. You gave in to his wanton request and slowly lowered your thighs back to the floor, his cock entering you just as slowly, making the both of you moan softly. He slid it so easily, despite not having had sex with anyone in a while, his cock filling you perfectly full and rubbing against all the wonderful spots inside you, making your mouth open in a perpetual expression of pleasure.

You started to move slowly, raising yourself and lowering yourself in a pace that made your cunt adjust to his size. You could feel him hit the ends of you, deep inside, every time you lowered yourself back down completely, gyrating your hips in a loose circle and squeezing your walls around him because you always elicited a beautiful moan from Eric whenever you did so.

“More, please, darling,” Eric begged, his eyes filling with tears of pleasure and frustration. Though, you needed more too, and you quickly picked up the pace. “Feels so good…feels so good.” He moaned, grabbing ahold of your hips to help you bounce on him. Your thighs started to burn, but it felt too good to stop. You could hear yourself, the soft clicks of your slick and the wet slaps of skin that seemed to echo around the room. You couldn’t keep in your moans whenever your clit rubbed against Eric’s pelvis, that paired with his cock hitting your g-spot every time he bottomed out, you weren’t going to be able to hold on much longer, but fuck, you didn’t want this to end.

“God, it’s been so long, I’m so close already.” You whimpered, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, the only thing grounding you.

Eric nodded, “Me too, darling.” He wrapped his hands around your head, pulling you close until your forehead pressed against his. “It’s okay, you can let go for me, I won’t be able to last much longer either.”

With Eric’s permission, his cock buried deep inside you, you rolled your clit over his pelvis, stimulating both pleasure spots and moaning loudly as your orgasm formed quickly. The heat that built up almost seemed like it was going to burn you from the inside out, the coil in your belly twisting so tightly it snapped, pleasurable relief flowing through you so intensely you lost control of your own body, your fingers digging into Eric’s back and your body spasming above him.

“Fuck, baby,” Eric moaned, planting his feet firmly on the floor to easily pound up into you, the sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass piercing your ears, his moans and whines drowning out the sound of your cum slicked cunt. “Can I cum inside you, darling, please?”

“Yes, Eric, please, cum in me.”

“Fuck…!” He whined, his cock twitching inside you as his hips stuttered in their pace, his breathing heavy until he calmed.

You and Eric stayed there for a moment, his cock softening inside you and slipping out, the mix of each other’s cum dripping down your cunt and pooling on his pelvis. Eventually, you both laid down on the couch, Eric laying behind you, his hand draping across your abdomen and keeping your back pressed to his chest.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up with Eric still pressed against you. You twisted around to face him, his peaceful sleeping expression stirring awake from your movements. You smiled when his eyes found yours, slightly red and crusty from sleep, but still entirely adorable to you. You reached a hand up to pet his curls, trailing down until your hand rested against the top of his arm. “How’d you sleep?”

Eric breathed in a deep inhale, moaning softly. “The best sleep I’ve had in ages.” His deep morning voice had you feeling like you wanted a repeat of the previous night already.

“Me too.”

You leaned in to kiss Eric but was interrupted by the sound of scratching on your front door, and loud mews that resembled a crying baby. You and Eric gave each other one single look before clothing yourselves and bolting to the door, quickly opening it to find, lo and behold, Frodo the cat looking up at each of you expectantly, almost like a look of annoyance on his whiskered face.

Eric scooped him up in his arms, relief flooding his face as he brought the kitty to his face to kiss him. “You little-, where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” The cat only gave a meow in response.

You giggled, “I told you he’d come back.”

Eric only gave you a fond but annoyed look in response, and he gave Frodo a similar look. “Come on then, let’s get you some food.” And after the feline was fed, you all settled onto the couch in slight emotional exhaustion. The cat was nothing but trouble, you mused, but he also brought Eric to you so he couldn’t be that bad.

You smiled as Eric cuddled against Frodo on the other side of the couch. Your heart felt warm at the sight, and it scared you. After all you had been through, was it worth getting your soul crushed again if you let yourself care even more for this man? Maybe, you told yourself. You never really felt so connected to one singular person like this before. Sure, you had past partners, but they didn’t understand you, not like Eric seemed to. He had issues, like you. He lost so much, and so did you. Didn’t you deserve some happiness after the world tried killing itself?

Eric looked up at you with the widest smile you had ever seen on him so far, giving Frodo some well earned scritches, so content you could hear his purrs. You thought that you wouldn’t mind sights like this, in fact, you thought you’d like to see this sight for as long as you lived, however long that may be.

Yes, you decided, you’d risk anything and everything to have this, to have Eric in your life. You both deserved happiness, and you and Eric would give that to each other, for as long as possible.

frodo just wanted his parents to finally get together tbh

#eric #eric aqpdo #eric a quiet place day one #eric a quiet place day 1 #eric aqpd1 #eric aqpdo x f!reader #eric aqpdo x fem!reader #eric aqpdo smut #eric aqpdo imagine #am i tagging this right?

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boraluv · 3 months ago

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the last word

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 was listening to “Take Me There” by Rascal Flatts (a fav from my youth) and this idea just popped into my lil brain 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

// A place in your heart that nobody’s been- take me there //

genre: pretty much just silly sweet fluff !!

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A mini-van slowly moves forward, away from the curb, and you maneuver your small sedan into the now vacant space. Your mid-sized local airport … Even this late in the autumn, dust lingers in the air like fine, muted confetti, signaling the end of harvest. The car will need a wash at some point, even though it’s only been a week or so. However, a sudsy bath for your vehicle is currently low on the priority list.

Opening your messaging app, you review the most recent thread.

“Ready when you are! Text me a door number - I’ll come find you. I can’t wait to see you, baby.”

Your fingers blur as you type back. “2nd to last exit, should be door 5! My trunk is open- your getaway driver awaits, Sir. 🫡”

The trunk snaps open with a satisfying “pop” when you pull the lever, then step outside the car. Business men in suits, college kids wearing atheisure and chunky headphones, and even a few families with bundled children move through the sliding doors. You wonder how many of them are here visiting, and which ones call this place home. What stories do they bring with them from the skies?

A figure, dressed subtly in tennis shoes, dark joggers, a long black coat and beanie appears. A large suitcase wearing a few “SUPREME” stickers rolls along next to him. Eyes connecting to yours, his pace quickens and you can tell he’s smiling now, even with a mask obscuring all but his dark, crinkling eyes.

“Hihihihi” you quietly squeal, stepping up and down in fast succession. It’s a mix of jumping and almost a jig, your excitement too much to keep held fast any longer. You know timing means everything right now, every moment is a calculated risk.

“Here, you can put your bag in the trunk.” You motion to the cleaned out space, and he deftly lifts the large bag inside. He maintains eye contact with you, reaching for your gloved hand with his left one, while deftly shutting the trunk lid with his right. Butterflies bubble up from your belly towards your heart, his long lashes lowering his gaze to yours.

“I missed you so much, jagi,” he says quietly. About to answer, the automated loudspeaker reminds all vehicles that this not a parking zone and to move forward as quickly as possible. You roll your eyes, letting out a laugh. His eyes crinkle again while firmly squeezing your hand. After the third quick compression, he lets it go and moves towards the passenger door.

You want more contact- a hug, a kiss hello, even a side squeeze!!! but this place is too public. Even on a Tuesday at 9:30am, in a pretty unknown city, anyone could see you two. It’s a risk, one that has been calculated and planned for.

Heat rushes out as you open the door and slide into the drivers seat. Clicking your seatbelt into place, you grin over at the man to your side.

“Hoseok, welcome to my world.”

His heart-shaped smile reflects back at you. “I can’t wait to see more, jagi.”

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Dating a celebrity was never in your life plan. Obviously, it wasn’t NOT an option for you- you’re doing it, aren’t you? But it definitely has changed even the simple aspects of life.

Like bringing your boyfriend home to your parents’ for Thanksgiving.

It took a lot of convincing and strategic planning with his team. Multiple plans (A through D), each with their own contingencies. At every step of the way, you knew that things could change within moments.

Trust goes hand in hand with love in any heathy relationship. Over time, Hoseok and you had worked to build and strengthen that trust. This stage of your relationship, solid and steadfast, but still private and without the eyes of the public, was precious. You knew that this could be the only time a trip like this might happen. So, the plans moved forward.

It feels surreal. Sitting at the airport that you spend most of your adult life flying out from on adventures, about to drive to your hometown and childhood home, with your current partner and love of your life. Today feels like a mountaintop view- seeing the winding path of life, bumps and curves and stunning rest points, finally culminating in the here and now.

Mentally shaking yourself back to the present moment, you adjust your sunglasses. Driving around another human - let alone 1/7 of the pride of South Korea - is not an activity to be taken lightly. Focus, woman!

“The drive to my parents will take us about 2 hours. Want to get a coffee for the road?” you ask. The upcoming light turns red, and you stop the car, taking full advantage of the moment to gaze at the man finally next to you.

Pulling off the mask hiding his handsome face, Hoseok groans a sigh of relief. “Yes, absolutely. Show me to the best Iced Americano, please.” He grins, reaching over the console for you, and you give him a quick kiss.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” you murmur. “It doesn’t feel real yet.”

“It feels real to me,” Hobi laughs. “Even flying first class, 16 hours of airtime is still exhausting. I can’t wait to shower and sleep in a real bed tonight.” He rakes a hand through his dark hair, the shaggy cut framing his delicate ears.

“Yeah, I’m sure it was a struggle sipping that free champagne in your lay-flat seat,” you tease back. Eyes soft as you glance over, merging into the next lane, he can tell that you still empathize with his exhaustion. You’ve made the trip to Asia more than once and know just how tiring the long flights get. Not that you’re accustomed to luxurious seating, by any means, but his point lands: long distance travel wears on all who dare it. “Tell me everything, though? Things went smoothly?”

While you focus on driving through the familiar city streets, Hobi recounts his past 24 hours. All the planning paid off, and he had been able to leave Seoul discreetly. With only one connection after his long haul flight, and the added “bonus” of his arrival being early morning, with no entourage surrounding him to draw attention, he made it to your home state with ease. Living in a flyover state, instead of a major city, where your neighbors care more about college football and the upcoming weather forecast than Korean music, has its advantages. Most people here have likely barely heard of BTS, let alone could recognize a single member.

Turning onto a side street, you parallel park in front of your favorite local coffee spot.

“We’re here!” Ignition off, you hop out and put a few quarters in the meter. Leaves rustle by on the sidewalk in the wind, swirling around your feet.

Hobi steps out of the vehicle, stretching long and tall. His eyes roam over the brick buildings, past the cafe to the restaurants and shops. “Yeppeuda,” he comments in Korean. You glance up, impossible to keep a smile from your face. “It is a pretty town, isn’t it?” you agree. “Yah, it is…” he responds. “But I was talking about you.”

You blush but keep your eyes locked with his. Shoving your shoulder into his broad chest, you laugh. “Oh, hush up.”

Hoseok wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a hug. “C’mere. I haven’t had a proper hug hello yet.” More than willing to oblige, you face him fully and squeeze hard around his chest.

Long distance is difficult. You’re thankful for the growth you’ve seen in yourself, and in the communication you have with Hobi. Video calls help merge the distance, but nothing, nothing, can fill the space of being physically next to this man. And his hugs? The best in the world. Thoughts of coffee postponed, you relax into his arms, thankful for his presence in your life.

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Two hours of driving can feel like just a moment…. or an eternity. Especially when most of the scenery is farmland and fields. (Which, to be fair, carries a beauty all its own!)

Two hours in the car with Hoseok?

Well, you’d take 20 hours, easily and happily.

Over the past ten months, your comfort level with each other has grown and deepened. Little inside jokes and resolved miscommunications add a sweet history to this budding relationship. Hoseok’s persona as j-hope may be known by many, but you love getting to know the real him.

His brain never stops, always working over a troublesome dance move, fashion concept for the next stage, or a new melody, bubbling out from his thoughts to his lips. Sometimes, the deep well of thoughts turns him quiet, and you have learned that occasionally it takes external forces to drag him out of those ruminating patterns and back into the moment.

This moment, however, is comfortable. You rarely drive the both of you around, but here, on your home turf? It’s the only way. Plus, Hoseok makes a great DJ. A playlist of his choosing weaves music through the car, chill beats a perfect backdrop to your conversation.

Time in the car has passed quickly, each of you filling in the other on your recent schedules. Hoseok updates you on the guys’ activities, while you occasionally interrupting with a question or comment.

“….and Namjoon-ah said to tell you hello from him. He still really wants to experience an American Thanksgiving, you know.”

Giggling, you imagine Namjoon trying to carve out a pumpkin and the disaster scene that could unleash. “Do you think that we should host one next year for everyone? I’d love to see Seokjin and Junggook’s versions of classic Thanksgiving foods.”

Seemingly in sync with you, Hobi grins. “Just keep Namjoon out of the kitchen. He can provide entertainment elsewhere.”

“Exactly! No pumpkin carving or pie preparing for him. Remember that Run episode?” You shudder. “Pumpkin pie needs to be sweet. Too much salt would be catastrophic.”

Seeing your exit approaching ahead, you point out the slightly foggy car window. “Oh! Look, we’re almost here. Do you want to go straight to my parents’ or drive around town a little bit?”

Lighting up, Hoseok leans forward to take in the surroundings, more buildings and fewer fields passing by the side of the road.

“Show me around! Maybe we can park somewhere and walk some? I would love to move.” He stretches exaggeratedly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

That dang smile on your face - your cheeks will be sore if this keeps up!!- only seems to grow.

“I know just the spot.”

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One gloved palm wrapped around a fresh cup of hot coffee, the other encased in Hoseok’s own gloved hand, you think that life can’t get any better. Traveling, the fashion industry, exploring other cultures, a dinner more beautiful than anything you’d ever be able to plate- all things you’ve experienced with the tall man beside you. But this — little, quiet moments together? This brings you such contentment. Especially, here, in your hometown.

Carefully gesturing with your mugged hand, you motion across the street. “That used to be the best ice cream shop in town. My parents took me there after my first- and only- ballet recital.” You close your eyes, breathing dramatically. “The couple who ran the place were so sweet, like everyone’s collective grandparents. And I still don’t think I’ve ever had better ice cream.”

Hoseok squints, reading the sign. “Fleet…Feet. A shoe store?”

You shrug, replying. “Ironic that it’s now a store for people trying to escape calories instead of enjoy them.”

Your boyfriend chuckles. “Well, good thing it’s too cold for ice cream. If it was there still, I would say we have to get some.”

You bump your arm into his. “It’s never too cold for ice cream, silly. But my mom would kill me if I spoiled her cooking by letting you start off with dessert that she didn’t make. Soooo…I guess you get a pass on ice cream.” You glare, mockingly, “For now.”

Turning down a street to your right, the pair of you maneuver towards a large park. The aged oak trees have lost some, but not all, of their leaves. If Gilmore Girls had been set NOT on the east coast, this would be the perfect setting, you think to yourself. The fallen pieces of nature crunch underneath your black boots in a satisfying sound. Hoseok guides you to a metal park bench, and you both sit, taking in the quiet park. The white bandshell is shuttered and silent, the banner strung across it boasting, “See You Next Summer!” A few passerbys wander the paved paths; couples holding hands, a mom pushing a stroller, a college student walking their dog.

“This is where I had my first kiss, you know,” you mention, a sly look on your face as you peek over your drink at Hoseok.

“Oh, really?” He supplies back, an arched brow teasing you.

“Mmmhm,” you respond. “This park is where our town celebration happens. Every summer, there’s a parade, and lots of food, and live music. I guess, it’s kinda like our own little holiday. And, one summer in college, I came home and ran into some old friends here, and the guy I always thought was cute in class was there- and after a drink or two, he kissed me. There was a cover band playing “Billie Jean” and I’ll never be able to hear that song the same way now.” You chuckle at the memory.

“Well, he may have gotten your first kiss here, but he doesn’t get the last word,” Hoseok says after a moment. His face is set seriously, jawline sharp, but his eyes give away his emotions, a twinkle reflecting in their deep inky pools.

“Oh, is that so?” You query.

“It is,” he responds, and setting down his coffee, he places mittened hands on you cheeks and pulls your lips towards his own.

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would love any feedback! I've barely edited it (oops) but 'tis better to post imperfectly than never.

also, I know I teased a totally different story- that's a bit bigger piece so will take me some time to get that ready to post. but I wanted to keep working my way back into writing, so here is a very late thanksgiving drabble (happy- end of January??)

#bts fanfic #bts ot7 #bts hoseok #bts jhope #bts fluff #jhope fluff #reader x jhope #hobi fluff #jung hoseok #bts jhope imagine

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balrogballs · 2 months ago

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Hello to the person who sent me that very lovely ask about doing cool stuff, I’m so sorry it’s not letting me respond properly and keeps coming up as “unable to encode” or something like that on my app when I try to answer, possibly because of character count (?) — just wanted to say thank you for the kind words, and the “making a fascist cry” anecdote you asked for is under the cut!

Essentially, a somewhat prominent far right figure was invited to speak at one of my former universities (invited by fashy students, not the university) and I, being balls deep in my Filibuster Zara era, organised an empty-chairing. Again, this person isn’t your average conservative politician, I’d not have done anything on this scale for that, this was a straight up white supremacist.

Now I don’t know if the term empty chairing translates to the US (as in idk if you call it something else there) but it’s essentially arranging for a crowd of people to book out all the seats for an event, and then walk out as soon as the speaker says something bigoted — thus “wasting” the seats and having said speaker give their talk to a mostly empty room — this happened in the first 2 minutes the guy started talking. Anyway, this was happening, and you shouldn’t really “empty chair” without explaining the cause for it, so as people filed out, I basically read out the reasons this person was being empty chaired.

I was quite young when this happened, around 21, final year of undergraduate, this guy was far older — and I am normally very professional when it comes to stuff like this in that I don’t let myself get riled up. But he pissed me off because the first thing he did was make this really misogynistic comment to his copanelist re: the way I looked/dressed, I don’t remember it exactly but it was something along the lines of “when I was at uni we ‘made sure’ girls like that one were meant to be looked at, not heard”, and then said I was doing all that while dressed in a short skirt for attention.

I got annoyed but was used to this sort of commentary, especially the latter, so quietly asked him to knock it off, he then said I should be flattered he was “complimenting” me even as I was “harassing” him. I was a cartoon steam-ears emoji by this point so put the loudspeaker back on and said something like “I’d be flattered if you didn’t look like a lightbulb in a suit”. Obviously, my man went straight over my head and literally cried to the university provost about how he was so insecure about his looks and that I was, in some inexplicable way, insulting his whiteness (I did not call him a lightbulb because he was white, my partner is white as are nearly all my friends and some of my family — I called him a lightbulb because he looked like a lightbulb). Like this mf straight up cried because an undergrad student whose appearance he was knocking called him a lightbulb. Prominent fascist personality, mind you, very anti “snowflake culture” 👍🏽

If you want to know who ended up having to do a series of DEI training sessions over this incident, it was not the lightbulb in a suit — this was in the pre-2020 trenches, aka before antiracism became a huge flagwaving performance by universities.

#ask balls #crack but its my life

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dreamingofep · 1 year ago

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Sinned Awakening pt. 22 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin! Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Hello everyone happy Sunday! I’m having a lot of fun writing about not one, but two vampires now🤭 Reader is a really challenging vampire so Elvis has his hands full with you🤭 Hope you like this little part. More to come shortly! Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3 I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

One.

We’re one.

That word left you breathless and never thought it would be completely true. He made you his and you did the same. You feel like you’re on a cloud, floating aimlessly around him and this new world you had to discover. You continue to study every detail of him, some that you’ve never realized he had before. Like the way his sideburns curl at the ends by his ears. Or how his eyebrows had this fluffiness to them and perfectly framed his eyes. And the way his neck has this perfectly carved musculature to it that makes you want to lick all the way up to the part of his neck you bit before.

The feeling of his touch zaps you back to reality and you look back into his eyes. You’re still taken aback by the beautiful golden sparkling eyes that look back into yours.

“How do you feel baby?” He coos.

You had to pause and think about it. You weren’t accustomed to any of this and weren’t exactly sure what you should be feeling.

“I think I’m okay, everything feels a little different but I feel perfectly fine so far,” you smile.

“I know honey, you’ll need some getting used to it all but it’s okay. I’ll help you through it all,” he assures.

Your thumb rubs against his smooth, flawless face. “How long was I….sleeping? I don’t know exactly what the right word is,” You ask.

“Eight days. I-I-I don’t know why…I’ve never been so scared. I thought I did something wrong.” His voice trembles, pulling you tighter in his arms.

You could feel this impending dread and anxiety in the pit of your stomach and consumed every ounce of your energy. But it wasn’t coming from you, you weren’t feeling like that at all. It was like being fed to you and amplified by a loudspeaker.

You take a step back and look at him bewildered.

“What the hell was that?” You ask in shock.

“What was what?” He looks at you concerned.

“That feeling of impending doom, but I wasn’t the one creating that feeling. It was almost like it was being shown to me or something,” you stutter.

He puts his hands on your arms to calm you and he gives a small smirk at you.

“I think that’s just our bond. Our senses are heightened and attuned to one another more than ever now that we’re bonded. Remember how I told you I could feel your pain when Raphael took you? In some way, that was a small preview of what would happen to us after we were one. I didn’t know it would feel that intense to you I’m sorry about that,” he says sheepishly.

“No it’s okay, you don’t need to be sorry. It was just unexpected to feel an emotion that isn’t my own, you know?” You try to articulate.

“I get it, honey. I honestly am still trying to find more answers about what our new abilities hold,” he explains.

This was a world that even Elvis wasn’t accustomed to and that was a bit frightening. There was so much to discover.

“So you have no idea why I didn’t change right away?” You ask, rubbing circles with your thumb on his forearm, his skin feeling obsessional. The way it’s so soft and melted into yours without trying. You wanted to feel so much more of it. Starting with his back under this silk shirt he had on or feel those soft little hairs on his chest you loved so much.

Jesus focus.

“No, I haven’t yet. None of the legends go into the details of what Chosen mates go through because they are so rare. God, I was so scared, I had no idea what had gone wrong or if this was completely normal.”

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that alone honey. I can’t believe I changed like this.”

“I know, you changed very slowly. First, with your heart slowing to an immortal pace. It was strange, it didn’t have that normal symphonic sound that I was used to hearing so much. Then your scars on your body healed and started to be covered by this beautiful glowing skin,” he says dreamily, dragging his finger ever so slowly down your neck and along the top of your breast. Your body can’t help but arch into that touch that leaves your skin aflame. He takes a deep breath and recomposes himself.

“Then you were very still, with no signs that you’d be waking up from this hibernation any time soon. I was like a caged animal, pacing the room all day and night worried sick I somehow did something terribly wrong to you. I called some friends, vampires, if they had heard about anything like this happening when the change was occurring and every answer I got was the same. They’d never heard anything like this and didn’t know a bonded mate existed anymore. ”

“On the fourth day, I looked at myself in the mirror, ready to be faced by the monster who ruined his Chosen mate and isn’t waking up for whatever reason. For the last fourteen years, I have been used to staring at the red, glowing, soulless eyes that I have been cursed with for quite some time now. I was shocked by every fiber of my being when I saw these glowing youthful eyes stare back at me instead. I was in shock and didn’t know what was happening to me.”

“Sometimes, I tried to wake you, calling your name and have you open your eyes for me, but to my disappointment, you never did. But I could hear your heart flutter at the sound of my voice so I’d talk to you, coaxing you through this all hoping you’d wake up faster. It gave me hope that you were still in there and just needed the time to change. I’d caress your face, feeling how perfect your face felt in my hand.”

As he’s explaining this all, you feel the worry come off of him and it hits you like a tornado. You try to brace yourself for such emotions coming your way but it's almost impossible.

“And the strangest thing happened a few days after that…” he mumbles.

“What do you mean?” You prod.

You chuckle a bit before starting to speak again, ��Well, I was changing, physically. I don’t know why but, I was changing into my twenty-four-year-old self without me even thinking about it. It just came so naturally to me because well, that is what I look like under all this in reality. But I’ve always controlled how I look, it doesn’t just get out of hand and I hardly need to think about staying that physical appearance.”

“So I was walking around here worried sick about you, trying to alter my appearance again so you wouldn’t be so startled when you woke up and not be able to recognize me from the last time you saw me,” he chuckles.

“Oh honey, that’s so strange… I really wonder why that is. But I wouldn’t have minded waking up to you like that. Nevertheless handsome, I could never forget this perfect face,” you quip.

He slyly smirks, “thanks little darlin’,” he says low, his eyes staring at your pink lips. He makes a small grumble in his chest as wraps his arms around you once more. “We’ll get some answers soon, let me just hold you.”

His warmth engulfs you and this sense of comfort and longing fills the pit of your stomach. You sigh into him, savoring every last feeling he’s giving you.

“You’re so warm,” you sigh into his chest. He hums delighted, squeezing you tighter before looking down at you.

“We’re the same body temperature now,” he murmurs.

“Oh… I didn’t even think of that,” you say embarrassed. “How do I feel? Any different than the last?” You ask cheekily.

“Hmm… I haven’t gotten to touch ya, let me see,” he coos.

He carefully unties the robe and slips his hands along the curve of your back. You let out a stifled breath and look up at him longingly. His hands travel down further til he fills his hands with your ass and squeezes it firmly. You claw at his biceps and you can’t help but want more from his talented hands. You feel all this desire come flowing out of him and barreling toward you. You feel like it's suffocating you and yet you can’t get enough of it. His hands move back up your back and squeeze at your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“You feel more perfect than ever,” he says as he stares at your breasts. He drags one of his hands up your torso til he can cup your breast and roll your nipple in between his fingers. A spark of electricity runs through you and you moan. You press your face into the crook of his neck and groan in agony. That delicious-smelling scent fills your head once again and makes you feel intoxicated. You groan heavily as you look at him, “what’s that smell?” You ask.

He places his hand back on your hip and throws you a confused look.

“Your senses are overwhelmed right now honey, it could be a number of things. What does it smell like to you baby?” He asks.

“It’s warm and sweet, almost like honey. But savory and delectable, like I can just take a bite out of it and be pleased beyond my wildest dreams,” you try to explain. He tries to hide his pompous smirk but you catch it anyway.

“What? What is that look for?” You press.

“Umm well darlin’, I think that’s me you’re smelling. That’s how you smell to me at least, all sweet and decadent. Like I could feed from that heavenly nectar and feel alive again,” he says low and sultry.

God yes, he makes you feel just like that without even trying. He runs a finger down your neck again and you see how much he wants you.

It’s not only him you’re attracted to, it’s the scent of his blood drawing you to him, this invisible bond attached to the lust for blood coursing through your veins. It all makes you feel for Elvis when you two first met. How he explained to you he thought you were beautiful and the scent of you only put him over the edge of wanting you. That’s how you felt at this moment. You already loved this man so much but now, what you would give for a taste of him. In a flash, this immense wave of hunger consumed you and you looked up at him frightened, unsure of what to do. Your throat started to burn and your mouth watered by just the mere idea of blood.

Especially Elvis’.

Your memory was very murky when you tried to remember how he tasted when you bit him to complete the change. You remember it not tasting very good at first, then it turned into something delicious.

“Oh baby, it’s okay, calm down. Let's get you something to drink alright?” He assures you, closing your robe up again, and ties it shut. He takes your hand to lead you downstairs to the kitchen but you stop him in his tracks by pulling slightly on his arm. You were a little shocked so little force actually stopped him. It was going to take some time to realize you’re just as strong as Elvis now. He looks at you a little surprised too and tries to lure you further out of the room by taking a few steps away.

“I want yours, right now,” you command, barely recognizing your voice right now with how demanding you sound. He lets out an intrigued grumble and feel him like that idea very much.

“Not right now honey, you have zero control and I’m almost sure you’d try to suck me dry,” he quips smartly. “For the first time, I’m the one with the great control, and not you. We have blood in the kitchen, come on honey,” he coaxes.

Your blood boiled not getting your way. It was very irrational, yes, but this new lust for blood made you feel very differently than you ever have. Your throat continued to burn and you huffed at Elvis and reluctantly followed him down to the kitchen. There was no one here and you could hear the waves crash on the shore from below. The wind whirled through the palm tree leaves and you could hear people playing on the shore of the beach.

He lets go of your hand and goes to the refrigerator. The middle shelf was stacked with blood bags and Elvis grabbed one off the top. Something about the notion of drinking blood this way for the first time made you feel queasy. Maybe the human part of you was still inside of you holding on for dear life.

You look up at Elvis with the bag in his hand and going to grab a glass out of the cabinet.

“Okay, baby we can do this one of two ways. Either I can pour this in a glass for you or, you can learn how to use your fangs. Which one do you prefer?” He taunts.

Your fangs.

Oh my God, how could you have forgotten you have fangs now? You couldn’t even begin to comprehend how to use them or even get them to descend.

“Teach me how to use my fangs,” you say promptly.

“Hmm, good girl,” he praises, “okay come here,” he says leading you to the table. He takes a seat on one of the chairs and has you stand in front of him.

“You need to focus on your fangs and your fangs alone. Everyone is a little different but visualize them, picture your teeth becoming sharp and strong. Let that hunger you have drive them out,” he explains.

You swallow and feel the thirst in your throat grow greater. You huff slightly in frustration and try to focus like he’s saying. You’ve never actually seen your fangs so it’s hard for you to visualize what they might look like. But you can only assume they look like Elvis’, long and sharp.

You look at the blood bag in his hand and try to imagine how it’ll taste when you finally taste that blood. Your mouth waters just thinking about it and you think that’s a good sign your body is responding to it in a good way.

“Breathe in through your nose, smell it. That helps a lot,” he says.

You do just that and take a deep breath, trying to get the scent of the blood in your nose and get your newfound senses to work. You lick your lips and take more deep breaths, trying to pick up the scent.

Warm and rich honey swirls in your head and you know what that smell is.

You look up at him with hunger-filled eyes, grab onto his wrist, and try to pull him in but he anticipates the move.

“I just smell you. Baby I want you,” you plead, every breath creating more hunger inside you.

He smirks at you amused and shakes his head at you.

“I know you do, but you don’t get to have mine just yet. You need to learn how to focus and use your senses properly,” he says smugly.

You groan in protest, hating you're not getting your way.

“Please, please let me honey. I’m starving,” you continue to plead. He presses his lips together to stop the laugh about to come out.

“Is this how I sounded to you? So needy and hungry all the time? I’m so sorry darling to put you through that when you were human, that must have been awful to hear all the time,” he winks.

“You fucking little tease,” you grumble, swallowing back the pain in your throat.

“Oh come now honey, I’m just trying to help you. You need to focus or you’ll never get to drink my blood,” he pesters.

You grumble, so annoyed with him and how he’s not letting you do what you want. You try to refocus on the bag and make your entire senses focus on what’s in there. You huff and groan at your thirst and take a deep breath in, closing your eyes to try and get your mind to focus on the bag.

A delicious little whiff hits your nose that smells completely different from Elvis and you pop your eyes back to him.

“I smell it,” you say hurriedly.

“Good, now keep taking deep breaths and let your fangs descend. You can do it, honey,” he coaxes.

You hiss as the burning in your throat worsens and the smell of the blood overwhelms you. You feel no change happening in your mouth and you’re beginning to get extremely frustrated. You were so hungry and this wasn’t easy like you thought.

“Goddamn it this is impossible. I can’t do this. Just cut open the bag,” you growl at him.

Elvis lets out a small chuckle and sees how frustrated you’ve become.

“Okay baby, seems like I need to give you a little more motivation hmm?” He smiles and brings his other wrist to his mouth.

You watch as he nips at his skin and the whiff of his delectable scent consumes you and makes your eyes roll back. You watch as his blood slides down his arm in a small pebble.

“Fucking hell are you kidding me?! You fucking tease! Please honey, please let me,” you beg, about to grab his wrist but he’s much quicker than you and pulls it away from you in time. You hate his crass behavior and growl, baring your teeth at him in anger. His mouth forms into a pleased smile watching you.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers. Your brows furrow and don’t understand what he’s saying and are about to snap at him but your tongue grazes along your teeth. There you feel your razor-sharp fangs bared and ready to bite. You can’t help but be a little surprised by the feeling of them and look back at Elvis, then back to his arm.

“Focus,” he snaps. “Focus on the bag,” he adds.

You groan and shoot your eyes back at the bag in his hand and try your best to avoid looking at his blood rolling down his arm.

You grab his hand with the bag in it and bring it closer to your face and can pinpoint the smell again.

“Gently, take a bite on the bag. Not too harsh or you’ll make the bag burst open. I don’t want you to spill a drop,” he teases.

You glare at him before looking back down and gently biting the bag. Your fangs are so sharp it didn’t take much pressure to make holes in it and the crimson fluid hit your tongue. You swallow it quickly and feel that burning in your throat reside slowly. It tasted good, not at all the same delectable smell Elvis had, but it would do. You start to squeeze the bag to let the blood flow quicker in your mouth and fill this hunger inside you. You can feel some of it dribble out of your mouth and onto your chin.

Shit. He’s not going to like that.

But you were too hungry to care about the mess you’d make. You suck the last few drops out of the bag and do feel much better. Your throat wasn’t on fire anymore and you didn’t have this unquenchable thirst. But lord, Elvis’ blood still called out to you menacingly.

You carefully take your teeth off the bag and look up at Elvis to see if he’d give you some of his.

“How do you feel baby?” He asks quietly.

“Better,” you say breathlessly, still eyeing his wrist. He looks down at his wrist too and looks back up at you with a glint of mischief in his eye.

“Oh, you think you can have some of this now? Well, you didn’t exactly listen to my instructions,” he quips, motioning to your mouth and your chest.

You look down and see you spilled more than you thought you did. You see a stream of it running down your chest and in between your breasts.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “you’re no fun to make deals with!” You snap.

“Too bad. You’ll learn to not make a mess eventually,” he teases, “as far as this mess, I’ll clean this up,” he says slowly.

He pulls you in by your hips and makes you stand in between his legs. You hiss at his forceful touch, on absolute edge right now with his bleeding arm. He opens your robe slightly and looks up at you with a big grin on his face. In one long swipe, he licks the dribbling blood from your breasts to your chin. His tongue ignites something dangerous inside you and you groan in agony as every part of you feels hyper-sensitive. Your heart pounded away as he did this and made it all feel more erotic than he might have intended. You thought you liked his tongue before but nothing compares to how it feels now. You want so much more of him and it makes you feel insatiable.

He reaches your mouth and puts the most delicate kiss on your lips. You want to collapse in his arms as he grabs onto your hips tighter. You softly tug at his hair, moaning into his mouth, “more,” you whimper.

He pulls away, “Still such a bad, bad girl. I don’t know how I’m going to handle all this newfound neediness,” he taunts.

“Oh I’m sure you have a fucking list of things of how you’ll manage it,” you say annoyed, rolling your eyes at him.

He chuckles softly, “Mhmm, you know me so well.”

•

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lovehypegirl · 1 year ago

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EPISODE 1

synopsis: the beginning of y/n's biggest kickoff role! paring: jujutsu kaisen actor au x y/n warnings: some cursing probably but either way, none notes: visuals are at the end of the episode and I recommend that you view them first

10:00 AM - NEW YORK CITY - THE PLAZA HOTEL (NEW YORK STATE, USA)

y/n sat on a chair in her hotel room at the Plaza Hotel in New York City

She had just finished up her MIUMIU photo shoot the previous day and was relaxing, enjoying her Belgian Waffle from room service, and watching a new episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians as her phone rang

She reached over to the chair next to her and checked the screen to see her manager calling

She paused the TV as she answered the call

"Hello?" she said, food still in her mouth

"y/n? Hello! How are you?" her manager - Kyube - asked

"I'm doing fine...enjoying the hotels room service while I can..what's up?"

"Have you checked your email yet?"

"Uhh which one? I have like 7 different accounts" she picked a strawberry from her plate

"The one where your audition results come through? Did you check it?"

"I mean I would if I could find my computer"

"Just do it on your phone"

"But I'm on call with you?"

"I'll tell you then. The role you auditioned for in Jujutsu Kaisen?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You got the part! You'll need to head to JFK immediately. Like today. I already bought your plane tickets and your flight is red-eye. I know it's ten in the morning but since you tend to wait until the last minute to pack but please do it now"

"Twin you can drop this all on me at once"

"I just did! You'll need to leave by 8 or 9 so start getting ready by one in the afternoon. Your flight will take you to San Francisco for a layover and then over the Pacific to Japan"

"Ooookay..so 17 hours?" y/n said as she yanked her pink suitcases out of the closet

"That's right! Oh, and I'll be meeting you at the gate at SFO when you land"

"Okay, thanks for letting me know" y/n placed her Hermes shopping bags on the bed and began to take the boxes out leaving them unopened and carefully placing them in her suitcases

9:00 PM - JOHN F. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - NEW YORK CITY (NEW YORK STATE, USA)

y/n waited by her gate after making it through the nightmare of security and baggage check

She tugged on her sweatshirt and sweatpants combo each with the Yankee logo. Naturally, she choose the most comfortable outfit for a 17 hour flight

Lowering her Yankees cap down on her head to avoid getting noticed as she ate her donuts from Dunkin'

"Gate 34, now boarding. Repeat: Gate 34, now boarding. Please proceed to Gate 34 should it be your designated gate" the announcement came from the loudspeaker and y/n wiped her mouth and threw out any trash in the nearby trashcan and she picked up her travel bag and walked to the gate

"Any passengers now boarding first class line up at the checkpoint. Repeat: Any passengers now boarding first class please line up at the checkpoint"

y/n moved over to the checkpoint and handed the flight attendant her boarding pass

The woman's eyes widened slightly as she saw who's name was on the boarding pass and y/n smiled slightly albeit awkwardly

"I'm a huge fan!" the woman whispered as she let y/n onto the plane

y/n quickly found her spot in first class and tossed her bag down and sunk into the plush chair as people began to board the plane

Before she fell asleep, a Twitter notification hit her phone but she was too lazy to check it, opting to sleep instead

9:00 PM (WESTERN TIME) - SAN FRANCISCO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - SAN FRANCISCO (CALIFORNIA, USA)

y/n yawened as she got off the plane and looked around for her manager

"She should be here..." y/n muttered under her breath "hmmm...ah! There she is"

Kyube was sitting to the side in the lounge area typing away at her computer which was covered in NewJeans and Twice stickers that y/n had given her

"Kyu!" y/n called out as she walked to her manager

Kyube looked up at the sound of the girls voice "y/n! Hi love, how are you?" Kyube stood up to hug the girl. y/n was shorter than Kyube...probably since Kyube never left the house without her heels

Her manager was very beautiful and a former actress, but a past accident didn't allow her to return to her career

"I'm good, how are you?" y/n looked up at Kyube

"I'm doing fine, honey. Are you hungry? Our flight for Japan leaves in about an hour and a half, would you like to go eat?"

"Yes please"

"Alright then"

10:30 PM (WESTERN TIME) - SAN FRANCISCO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - SAN FRANCISCO (CALIFORNIA, USA)

"Gate 5 now boarding. Repeat: Gate 5 is now boarding. Please proceed to Gate 5 should it be your designated gate"

y/n looked up from her finished plate as the announcement

"There we go!" Kyube stood up and took their plates to the counter

"On your feet, y/n. Time to go"

"Any passengers now boarding first class line up at the checkpoint. Repeat: Any passengers now boarding first class please line up at the checkpoint"

y/n walked to the checkpoint with her manager and Kyube handed in their boarding passes

They made their way into first class and y/n practically lunged for the comfortable seat, ready to sleep again

She put her headphones on and scrolled through the artists that she followed on Spotify to find one to fall asleep to

NOW PLAYING: ICHIKO AOBA ON SHUFFLE

She kept her eyes on the leaving city as they began to fly over the Pacific ocean

2:30 PM (ASIA TIME) - HANEDA AIRPORT - HANEDAKUKO, OTA CITY, TOKYO METROPOLITAN PREFECTURE (JAPAN)

y/n woke up to someone gently patting her arm

"y/n? y/n the plane is landing...time to wake up" Kyube moved her hand to gently pat the girls hair

"mmmm..." y/n rubbed at her eyes as she slowly opened the window and squinted her eyes to adjust to the light

Below them, Japan was coming closer and closer to the plane as it began the descent

"What time is it?" she said groggily as the plane jolted from it's landing

"2:30 pm" Kyube said as the plane slowed to a stop and the post-flight announcement came onto the loudspeaker

"C'mon honey, time to go" Kyube held her hand out for y/n to take and y/n did so hauling herself to her feet

The duo walked out of the plane and into Haneda Airport

"Are you hungry? I want to get a coffee" Kyube said as they walked deeper into the airport

"Yeah can we go to Dunkin?" y/n looked up at her manager

"Sure, but we need to get our bags first"

"'Kay"

The duo went to the baggage claim carousels and y/n placed her hands on her knees staring intently at the suitcases went by. It was a little impossible to miss her pink suitcase among the darker colored suitcases but it never hurt to be careful

Once y/n's suitcases came down the carousel, she hauled them off albeit clumsy and helped Kyube get her suitcases which were way heaver and larger than y/n's

"What on Earth do you have in those?"

"Shoes"

"Good grief"

Once they got out of the baggage claim area, they made their way to the food court to buy coffee for Kyube and donuts for y/n

"Kyube pleeeeaaasseeee!!!! pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

"No, you are getting one donut and that's it. Donuts and Tanghulu isn't a meal. You want strawberries? We'll get you a fruit bowl, but no donuts and Tanghulu together"

"Please...? I promise I won't wander around unknown areas or talk to strangers again!"

"My words are final"

"Aww man. But I'll take you up on that fruit bowl"

Kyube and y/n sat at a table in the food court. Kyube was working on y/n's upcoming schedule for and y/n was posting her dumb shit on twitter

y/n placed her phone down as she poked a piece of cantaloupe with her fork and looked to the side but she spotted two familiar people a few tables away

"Hey...Kyube?"

"Yes?"

"Who're they? They look familiar" y/n pointed a thumb to the somewhat familiar duo

Kyube looked in the direction that y/n was pointing in and squinted her eyes from behind her sharp rectangular glasses (the bayonetta glasses)

"Thats Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru...you've been in a movie with Geto once, you were young though"

"Huh...are they filming Jujutsu Kaisen too?"

"I can't tell you that"

y/n picked up her phone to scroll through twitter again and decided to eat her donut in three bites. Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw a tweet from a familiar name

y/n snickered and looked over her shoulder at Gojo and Geto. The former had moved his sunglasses onto his forehead and was gaping at his phone

'pretend like you've got no idea' she mouthed to Geto who nodded

"y/n please do not cause problems" Kyube scolded

"Alright...y/n, we need to leave now to get to the hotel in time"

"Okay" y/n stood up and threw out the now empty cup that once held fruit and the bag from the donut

She followed Kyube out of the airport and passed the table that Gojo and Geto were out giving the duo a shit-eating grin

Gojo playfully stuck his toungue out at her and she returned the gesture in the same playful manner

"Come along y/n" Kyube beckoned the girl "Our car will be here shortly"

"Coming!"

TAGLIST

@moonmalice @lavender-hvze

VISUALS: PLAZA HOTEL ROOM

SUITCASE

KYUBE YAMAMOTO

#hypegirlwhispers #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen actor au #jjk geto #jjk gojo

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 1 year ago

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You put me back together, actually (leefelix)

You roll over on your other side, pressing your cheek into your pillow, sighing in frustration as another strong pang hits your lower abdomen and you momentarily break out in cold sweats from the pain. It's the fact that periods not only make your tummy feel like someone is straight up cutting your uterus from the inside out but also the sheer amount of pain that distributes evenly on your lower back and your hips for you. As if being in an almost constant state of discomfort and annoyance and quite literally loosing spoonfuls of blood wasn't enough of an experience in itself.

Fed up and tired, you decide to just give up on your failed attempt at a little afternoon nap and quietly pad into the kitchen to make yourself some hot chocolate. Cause hot chocolate fixes everything. Once you pulled out the milk carton and the chocolate mix, you start rummaging through your cupboards, looking for the little marshmallows packet you stashed somewhere in there. Except that you find none. And then you remember your boyfriend has the biggest sweet tooth and would probably eat sugar out the jar as a snack if he had no other options available.

You giggle to yourself for a second, immediately regretting it cause the mere vibration makes your tummy hurt, and then climb back upstairs, stopping at Felix's game room to knock softly on the white wooden door:"come iiin!!".

You step hesitantly just an inch inside the room and lean your head in the door frame, looking fondly over at the blonde head peeking from the professional black gaming chair Felix is sitting in, multicolored led lights reflecting on the white blonde tufts sticking in different directions, the white blue glare of one of his computer screen hitting him on one side and the multicolored ones emitting from his main one where he's playing some video game hitting his other side. And the marhsmellows. Sitting there next to his loudspeakers, all squished and fragrant in the little plastic sachet.

"Oh, hello!", Felix pauses his game and spins on his chair, turning to you, he removes his headphones from his head as he smiles warmly at you, "what are you doing all alone over there? Come here", he exclaims, stretching out his arms, inviting you in.

And you really don't make him ask you twice. You basically leap into his arms, letting him embrace you so tight, his hands pressing into your skin, squeezing your back and your sides and guiding you onto his lap, "did you have a nice nap, honey?", he asks then, and you frown, "couldn't sleep much. I got my period earlier this morning and I've been cramping ever since", you reply, holding onto your tense abdomen.

Felix pouts and ever so gently caresses your tummy, "I'm so sorry, is it really painful?", you shrug, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "it's bearable. It's mostly just annoying. My back feels stiff and a bit achy, and my hips too and funnily enough that hurts more than my actual tummy", you smile a bittersweet smile and he nods sympathetic, his hands now palming down your sides, his inner massesuse instincts kicking in as soon as he senses your tender body.

And his touch feels so nice. Like so nice. You find yourself closing your eyes and relaxing into his chest as he draws you closer and starts rubbing your back gently, his fingers making fast work at loosening up all your knots with both a certain amount of forcefulness and gentleness that makes it hard for you not to moan in pleasure, just a little.

And he somehow notices your face muscles twitching and you biting down on the inside of your cheek to restrain yourself from emitting any sounds, he snickers quietly and plants a kiss on your cheek, "you don't have to hold back, my love, I like the sounds you make", he whispers in a low voice, his hands then moving down to your hips, palms spreading and pressing down warmly, your whole body feeling like soft clay being molded into shape.

And then he massages his fingers right into the knot at the base of your spine, and it's like a sudden epiphany as all of your back muscles click back into place, your hips buckle and your body instantly looses whatever residue resistance it ever held, all the build up tension and strength immediately leaving your limbs as you can't help a little "ah" escaping from your lips.

Felix smirks, he pats down your back gently, helping you straighten up again on his lap, "how the fuck did you do that? I feel like a whole new person, with a whole new back", you ask incredulous, not an ounce of pain left in your body, "I barely did anything, I just knew where to put a little more pressure", he says with a satisfied look on his face, "woah I came here for cuddles and marshmallows and I'm leaving a whole new person! I truly don't think my back will ever hurt again like ever ever".

Felix giggles in that loud, adorable way that makes him close one eye and squint the other while his smile lights up his whole face and he's so devastatingly beautiful you have the physical need to kiss him. You kiss his lips and then the tip of his nose and both of his cheeks, him giggling and making his cutest, typical noises all the while.

"You said you came here for marshmallows?", Felix asks after a little while, his plump, now very swollen lips still hovering yours, "oh… Yeah", you murmur, slowly recouping from the little haze, the flurry of kisses you two just shared still numbing your senses as you pull yourself up, "I was going to make hot chocolate with marshmallows on top as a comfort food cause I was achy and restless but I honestly completely forgot about it", you confess, "hahaha I love you", Felix laughs and hugs you, "did I really mess you up that much?", he asks chirpy, smiling so big and so warmly, his eyes shiny and happy as he holds you, "no, you put me back together, actually. Beautifully at that".

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callsign-relic · 3 months ago

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HELLO SLIP SLIDEYS IN. BEADT WARS LIVEBLOG im gonna speed run sending this with very little editing because i wanna get it sent off and watch more because AHHHHH!!!

three eps this time! (6-8) but also i have other numbers there because youtube is STUPID and lists everything as Season One, with increasing numbers for episode count and makes it hard for me to keep track LMAO

S2 EP6

ALIEN STUFF!!!

oh hey dinobot did give the disc to rhinox :]

"i had my reasons........" hm...

where is Tarantulas going >:0!?

plant...

OH HEY TIGATRONS BACK

Airazor too <3

oh... OH THERES NO PLANT LIFE ANYWHERE ELSE... ??

strange sort of plant...!

HOLDING HANDS... romance is blooming- oh fuck the vines

UH OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AWWWWWW 🥺😭?!?!?!?! AUUAUGH,, THEYR SO SWEET AND ALSO OH NO

WHAT!! WHATS THIS BEAM!??????????????

cheetor!! AHH??

alien ship!!

OH SHIT THATS WHERE TARANTULAS IS GOING

theyr going after the disc!

IT SENT THEM INTO SPACE???????

Megatron, here to attack them and steal the disc: *gets like a dozen guns pointed in his face* I er... I come in peace!

HTJDHDJS the loudspeaker folding out of the mass of guns. Rhinox: "you're about to leave in pieces."

WUH OH !! Predacons made their way in >:3

ehgehgegehgeh Rhinox and Inferno punching each other like those boxing toys... WAIT FR

Megatron has the disc again !!

AHEEJFJEKFBKS BLACK ARACHNIA...? GIRL

hello???? "[...] except maybe for that... hunky... silver-"

ROMANCE IS IN THE AIR THIS EP????

aehshhgdhh,, Cheetors gone back to callin Dinobot a predacon :(

Megatron: "[The disc] has secrets that i alone know!"

Tarantulas: "and that i alone can Implement!" OAUGH tarantulas jumpscare again

GASP!!! Tarantulas is no longer under Megatron's command! is he going neutral >:0?

evil laughter.

why IS he helping them...

oh? he hates the aliens?? how did. blackarachnia know- OH YEAH THEY SHARED MINDS. oh god what other secrets does BA know 👀

Tarantulas and Megatron cackling together <3

Maximals are here!!

WHOAH........ lotsa vine action... what the fuck is going on.

WUH OH!! everyone got ZAPPED

AHHHhHhHh

S2 EP7 (34)

Ough... are only characters that got Transmetaled doing okay? Dinobot and Rhinox are knocked out...

ey yay i was right :]

"i must talk to them about that" do. do they know who these aliens are?

I just realised Megatrons arm has gotten longer and more fucked up LMAO

ORHEJSHFGJS wait that was such a good Tarantulas noise. i should learn how to clip stuff so i can compile them and enjoy an absolute litany of horrible sounds <3

Excellent~

very exciting stuff going on... now. are the aliens Plant Aliens or do they just control plants...

knowing. that this is a cartoon i assume the former LMAO

their Transmetal forms render them invisible to the aliens... >:0?!?!?

HEY. HEY TARANTULAS. WDYM YOUVE BECOME ONE WITH [THE ALIENS]. HUH HUH HUHHHHH. WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!!!

THE DISC.....!!!

WUH OH!!!!!! is Megatron gettin injured or powering up... whats with the Green Beam

OOP WEB SHIELD DOWN

WHAT is that. the beam stopped- oH UH OH. OHHHHhhhh UH OH.

i cant get over OPs like. hoverboard.

JAWHEADED GO-RILLA! i love QS's cadence he says things in.

this is indeed bad rattrap.

UH OH MORE BEAM. Megatrons doing im guessing.

OH ITS PICKIN everyone up!! missed rattrap <3

why. did . why did Megatrons face emerge from the side of the ship with the sound of like. when ur pulling cling wrap off a roll. i dont like that he did that! thats. D: Ehuuduejhfj,, it really is weird and organic huh...

GASP!!! THE ALLIANCE IS OVER. Megatron got what he wanted and TARANTULAS GETS FUCKIN YEETED

NYOOOOOOuuUHH.........

what else can go wrong? rattrap u NEVER ask that question because- ORHSJAOFJK?? the SHIP DISAPPEARED !!

AND Tarantulas!!!!!!!!!!!! AAHJSJDH

You HAD to ask.

oh its still on Earth! oh fuck yeah this is meant to be EARTH,,,

Everyone's back up online!

"every job for the royalty is a GIFT" inferno hdjdbdjs- AGEJDKFHS "antbot is MAJOR suckup" ahahdhehshshjfjfk waspinator is sooo salty

EHEHEHEHE.. tarantulas is here eheheh...

hEugh! your scanning system is PITIFUL!

on the alien ship................

GASSSP??? THEYR TAKING IT BACK TO CYBERTRON??

aouGH,,

"the Predacon Alliance will finally see that the conquest of Cybertron is the ONLY true path!" sorry what? is... is there infighting. Do other Predacons NOT have that viewpoint 👀? WDYM "FINALLY SEE" ... is he not the leader,,?

so much is happening!!

aHAHA as SOON as Tarantulas pointed and Rattrap looked away i was like. oh when he looks back, Tarantulas is going to be Gone right? LMAO

oh they look so teeny on the screen...

"i have no time for you vermin!" "MAKE time." im not immune to cool comebacks

GASP tarantulas! will HE stop it?

EHEKSLDNDLRNKFFKBDKSBFKDNFKSBDK HE JUST ZOOMED OUT OF THERE IM GONNA FUCKING CRY WAS THAT TARANTULAS????

its gonna blow!!!

totally unbiased opinion: shots from Inside of a characters mouth looking out are always peak. such fun cinematography <3

WELP THERE GOES THE ALIEN SHIP.

OH YEAH. WHAT ABOUT AIRAZOR AND TIGATRON !!!!!!! AHHHHH??????????

END! OF! EPISODE!

S2 EP8 (35)

"Bad Spark" NEW CHARACTER? NEW CHARACTER?

its branded with a BIG BAD LOOKIN "X" uhh. WELL THAT AINT GOOD

wait. does this mean. is this is Protoform X??? DOES THAT MEAN MY BOY ARRIVES SOON AS WELL,,?

calling upon my limited knowledge from what you mentioned when i first asked abt BW lmao. usually idc about spoilers for stuff but ive been specifically trying to Not be spoiled and its GREAT actually

RHINOX KNOWS WHAT IT IS.

what are you planning TARANTULAS!

the pod is MASSIVE

Oh okay so they're just dropping lore. "Starscreams mutant indestructible spark" fucking What

HOOOO BOY :0000

uouaiuhfhdghhdhdhhbbfgbf........... they were gonna dump em....

rhekdhdosbekdbrmwnfbek i forgot canonically thwy can fart.

SHDKFHEKDJDL OKAY THAT FOLLOWED BY THE EXPLOSION... Cheetor: "it wasnt me!!!" AAHHAHSHRHHAGBDK that fuckin got me.

awwwww black arachnia what happened to ur love for silverbolt u shot him :((

ough i love the cartoon shenanigans. waspinator falling and gettin his head stuck in the ground. small detail but it's so good.

oh nO the pod... that surge is like. Definitely gonna have woken em up right??

AHAHAHAHSJHDJEVDJS FHE TRUMPETS AS SB SMILES AT BA... SILVERBOLT ILY SO MUCH

WHEKFORHEK SHE JUST PUCNHES HIM

"cmon!! fight back! how far will you carry this silly chivalry? because this dark damsel is NOT impressed!" girl u said he was "hunky" like 2 episodes ago

tarantulas! MY WORSTIEEEEE

oh SB is so cute. his lil speech as he beats Tarantulas up <3

OH THE POD EXPLODED??

theres a STORM!!

oh no there goes the pod and Tarantulas. literally the worst combination- AND NOW THE BEST COMBO BA AND SB!!!! LETS GO

first thing he asks is if shes okay 🥺😭 "are you... damaged?"

"just enough to make me... interesting" HELLO?????????? girl???

yayyy they get to go on a lil adventure together <33

i cant get enough of Tarantulas' awful noises

THE PODDDDDD

... IS EMPTY!!

oh NO

tarantulas is actually legit scared... rly fun but also Oh No.

okay. the "disarmed" pun is good and SB/BA laughing together is incredibly cute BUT ALSO WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO TARANTULAS...

i really like the atmosphere of this ep, its so quietly sinister

gasp! she did turn on him :(

BEHIND YOU! oh GOD HE MEANT IT

gasp!!!!!!!!!! he fell off the cliff!!

OHHH SHE SAVED HIM 🥺🥺😭💖🥹 AWWUAUUUUAUUAUHJHKKHN

AUAUSIDOFOEKHEJE THEY SWAPPED THE LINES FROM EALRIER im so delighted,,,, "are you... damaged?" / "just enough to make me... interesting"

AHAHAHAHAHHHDHDJDHDJ THE PREDACONS JUST WATCHING/LISTENING LIKE 😬

AHSHJEKHHSHAHAHHAHA

what is Dinobot doing!!

Oh my God. SB... ehehehe........

ohhhhh fuck!! TARANTULAS..............

PROTOFORM X....!!

GASP IT MAY NEVER DIE...

OHHHHHHHHHH BIG PURPLE BOY

SB tryin ti protect BA 🥺 unsuccessfully but still.

i reallyyyyy love the way they animated Protoform X's movements... also WHAT IS HE...

biiiiiig claws... hes like. Quickstrike but better.

OH I LIKE HIS VOICE.

is he CRAB?

sAUURY DIDHETURNINTO A TAAANK??? thats SO cool.

ahrkfofhek tank treads went flying

OHHHHHH MY GOD BLACKARACHNIA !!!!!

silverbolt jumped after her!! HE CANT FLY!!!!!!

IM!!!! AHHHHHHHH he got his wings to work!!!

ehehehehehehehehehheeee <3333 i love the character development and character work we see here its so so good.

SB was gonna go after her :]

OH SO HE IS CRAB!! thank u Cheetor for clarifying <3

SILVERBOLT... oh my god mutual pining............. im fucking yelling out loud what the hell thats sooo cute.

she didn't need him to catch her but still,,

OH NO................ MEGATRON...

oh fuck!!!!

im fuckin staring Wide Eyed. Megatrons got his spark in his hands literally thats so cool and terrible and awful but really really cool. like conceptually. im horrified but also grinning so wide.

hes such a good villain and i feel so so so bad for Protoform X.

OAAAGHGH?? THATS RAMPAGE?? YOUR BOY????????? OH FUCK

aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

god. BW Megatron is so fucking intimidating for real actually.

i should've realised the connection when he turned into a crab but i was so entranced by the spectacle of it all... they knocked it out of the park this ep Holy Shit.

i was gonna have coherent notes here but im just yellign now!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH i love love loved that last ep. im gonna continue yelling hoooo my goddd.

ALSO IM EXCITED FOR MANTA RAY. SOON MAYBE.

- initiate

GRAAHGHDHDHHDHDHD I MISSED UR LIVEBLOGS SM!!!!!!!! I’M SO GLAD I’M STILL UP TO READ THIS ASAP.

GOD… GGGOD THRSE ARE SOME REALLY GOOD EPISODES. Genuinely I feel like s2 might be my favorite. The wider cast of characters is already pre established so we don’t really need many “getting to know them” episodes and can instead focus on DEVELOPMENT. And developments we get…….

SILVERBOLT AND BLACKARACHNIA……. THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. FR. I love their dynamic so much. Them bonding in the Rampage episode is genuinely so fucking cute, the “disarmed” bit where they both laugh and then BA’S SNORTY SQUEAKY LAUGH AAUUGHHH 🥺🥺😭😭😭 I just love them so much. They mean everything to me

Also poor Airrazor and Tigatron 😔 love bloomed but at WHAT COST…..

And YEESSSS RAMPAGE!!! BIG SCARY EVIL MAN. Just saying he’d be a good pred. Huh who said that whattt must’ve been the wind…. He’s an interesting character I enjoy him!!

I cannot WAIT for you to see the next episodes coming up and I am so excited to hear ur thoughts I’m going crazy <3

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jellycrusher · 1 year ago

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Fangirl pt. 6

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 8.1K

Warnings: slight angst, minor character death, implied PTSD, panic attack

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan@satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206 @blimpintime @kodzuskook @fangirl125reader @xicanacorpse

PARTS: masterlist... 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

You’re back at your apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling as you lay down on the floor of your living room trying to contemplate what just happened today. It was supposed to be a free day for you but so far, everything is so crazy. You shrill as you curl yourself into ball, rolling to the side, as you recall all the events that had happened today.

From Hoseok attending your class then driving you back to BigHit, to standing in that recording booth listening to their voices as they mutter your name. What in the world did you do in your past life to receive all this happiness?

You pull your bag from the table above you to the floor where you’re laying down. You stare at the brand new purple phone inside your bag. Jiyong handed it out to you when you asked for a copy of the message. You did refuse it at first but when Jiyong mentioned Namjoon specifically told him that there’s absolutely no way he’ll let you refuse their gift. You raise the phone towards the ceiling as you flip it to closely examine the phone. You let your fingers brush on the small and subtle BTS logo on its backside.

“What did I do to be this lucky?” You unlocked the phone for the first time and almost dropped the phone on your face, taken aback at the silly wallpaper that appeared out of the blue. It looks like Taehyung took the selfie, with him and Jin in the front while Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, in the middle row, were all adorably trying to push forward as if fighting for a bigger space in the selfie. RM and Yoongi were behind the other boys being so casual about it. You chuckle so loud looking at Yoongi in the selfie. It must have taken a lot of persuasion from the boys for him to join.

You browse your phone to find the recorded message. After a few minutes, you finally found it saved as a widget on your menu screen. You click to play it on loudspeaker and pressed the phone on your chest as you anticipate to hear them once more.

[All 00:01]

Hello y/n, we are BTS!

[Taehyung 00:04]

Surprise! On behalf of our favorite sound engineer, Jiyong, we give you this one of a kind voice message from us, your favorite group in the world.

[Jin 00:14]

He told me he’s terrified of you when you’re angry…… What?…. Jiyong is telling the boys that I’m lying. Don’t believe what he says. Jiyong has a sister complex, guys.

[RM 00:25]

Hyung, don’t bully Jiyong unless you also want to give him an apology message

[Jin 00:31]

I’m just joking. Jiyong adores you. I can attest to that because he won’t stop bragging you to us even before you have worked here. I almost feel like I’m your close friend with how much he talks about you

[Yoongi 00:43]

As expected, this message is now getting chaotic. Should we get to our main point?

[Jimin 00:49]

Right! We actually suggested if Jiyong could instead give you a signed album but he admitted that you already have ALL our albums. Most of them being signed albums so I guess there’s no point in giving you an extra copy?

[Jungkook 01:05]

So Taehyung, being a genius, asked us if we could record this message and sing a few parts of our songs just for you.

[J-hope 01:10]

For our number one fan, we’ll sing for you right here. Every time you hear this, imagine that we’re singing in front of you.

[RM 01:17]

Enjoy our little gift! And can you please assure Jiyong that you’re not angry with him? He really looks like a terrified and sad little puppy

[Jin 01:29]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA look at Jiyong

A few more seconds, they started singing Butterfly. How many times have you played this song on repeat? You can’t even remember anymore. Listening to them sing it ‘live’ to you through this recorded message still gives off the same raw emotional performance compared from the studio version.

Jiyong must have suggested them to sing Butterfly. You may have mentioned him once before that this song was significant to you but no one really knows the reason for it. At first, Jiyong thought that it’s just simply your favorite song from BTS but soon after, he realized that maybe you thought of your parents based on the message of the song.

You didn’t try to explain anything to him even when he opened the topic of your parents. You just let him think that the reason why this song is significant for you is because, as stated in the song’s message, it expresses your fear of losing someone represented by a butterfly.

It’s actually much deeper than that. You actually thought of yourself whenever you hear this song. Yes, both you and Jiyong lost your parents. However, you also lost a part of yourself after the accident. It took you years to recover yourself back from the trauma.

It was late at night when your parents were driving, along with you as a passenger, back to the house. They argued for just a few seconds as you observe them quietly from the back seat, then an upcoming skidding truck blinded all of you with its glaring front lights. When you opened your eyes, you were already upside down hanging by the seatbelt. Smell of gas was eerily present as you see the front of the car totaled along with your parents, making you the only survivor. Silence in that dark tunnel was terrifying.

Jiyong wasn’t in the car when it happened. Fortunately, he was staying back at home with your grandparents because he was sick that night.

Both you and Jiyong quickly became the talk of the village. There has never been a horrific accident in the history of your town. A drunk driver collided with the car that your family had been in, killing everyone but you. High School Orphans and only your grandparents now to take care of you and your twin brother. You had to show a brave front for your brother. You may be twins but you acted the big sister role most of the time and had to constantly comfort Jiyong through the pain of losing your parents.

However, the guilt of surviving alone and the horrifying image of your parents constantly fights your sanity. You had to be strong for Jiyong but as a young girl at that time, you did crave for a figure to not just comfort you but also help you get up.

When you heard Butterfly years after the accident, you understood it very well. In the lyrics, there’s also a hint of trying to save someone before they do something they regret or something they won’t come back from. When you listen to the song, it felt like there’s two of you. The you who is trying very hard to hold on is singing the lyrics to the you who is on the verge of letting go.

The lyrics can be interpreted as losing someone you love. It can be an ex-partner, friend, or loved one. For you, it was yourself. Losing yourself. That’s what you were afraid of and fought really hard to not make that happen.

That’s the main reason you became their fan. The complexity of their lyrics always seems to pull the unspoken words from you.

· ───────── ·⑦· ───────── ·

“Here’s an orange juice from me!” Taehyung props down the cold drink in front of Jiyong and sits down on a chair beside him, eyes still glued on Jiyong like a puppy.

“How about Pad Thai from your favorite Thai place?” Jimin joined them as he offers it and sits on the other side opposite to Taehyung.

“I’m sure he’ll choose mine. Hamburg steak with cheese and additional sauce.” Jungkook stood behind Jiyong, towering him as he leans in and puts down the food in front of Jiyong.

“I’m telling you guys I can’t give it to you. She’ll kill me for sure this time.” Jiyong whined as he kick his legs from frustration. He wants to accept the food bribery but he knows that if he give what the three adorable troublemakers are asking from him, an apology message from BTS won’t save him again from you.

“You used our song for her cover. I guess we have a right to listen to it or even have a copy of it.” Taehyung pouts followed by adamant nods from Jimin and Jungkook.

When you were with Jiyong in the small recording studio, the three of them were actually just outside the door along with Hoseok trying to eavesdrop waiting for a reaction from you. They were actually surprised when Jiyong suggested that you try to sing to their song just to let off steam. Jungkook and Taehyung can’t seem to stop snickering when they heard you two siblings teasing each other through the intercom because you insisted Jiyong not to hit the record button when you start singing.

When Jiyong asked you what songs you would like to sing, you declared to sing short covers to Promise, Still With You and Snow Flower, granting gasps from the three song owners sneaking outside. Taehyung actually choked a bit from his own saliva, not expecting you to sing his song.

The four of them were all listening in as you were singing in the booth the whole time. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were absorbed especially when it was their song that you’re singing. J-hope was also amazed and surprised. Not only you were one heck of a dancer but an amazing singer as well. Your talents could bring other idols that they know to shame.

After you were done and left the recording studio, they all rushed inside to ask Jiyong if he did record it all. To their surprise, Jiyong recorded it all but of course, he did it without you knowing. Since then, the boys have been asking and bribing Jiyong to send them a copy of the music file.

“I helped you by suggesting the personal recorded message. Can I have a copy of her cover please?” Taehyung pleaded with his doe eyes. Jiyong, now closely surrounded by the maknae line, contemplates whether the risk of being chopped to pieces by you is worth it.

· ───────── ·⑦· ───────── ·

Inside the practice room, every other dancer is busy dancing their butts off. You lean back on your hands spread behind you as you quietly observe your other fellow dancers practicing in front of the mirror. With the purple phone in your other hand, you gripped it tightly as you let your breathing slowly normalize just after finishing your solo dance practice. Sounds of stomping and shoe skidding on the floor echoed in the practice room as everyone pushed through the hectic schedule for the day.

Tomorrow is the team’s MT or three day team-building event that’s got everyone in a tight schedule for today to, at least, finish any preparations that could be done and present the couple dance routines in front of BTS along with the choreographers.

BTS and the main choreographers later entered the practice room and soon the dance routine presentation started. You’re last to present along with your dance partner, Taeyang, the couple dance routine you’ve finished. When it was finally your turn, Taeyang quickly stood and offered to help you up off the floor. You have danced in front of the boys and the choreographers countless of times but why does it still feel like you’re dancing to be evaluated and be listed off the team.

The other boys quickly took notice of your newfound closeness with your dance partner and they weren’t entirely comfortable seeing you smile so sweetly at him. Hoseok were glaring at Taeyang’s hand as they landed snugly on your hips to turn you into place. The three younger members were sneaking stares like a hawk.

They all knew that one of them is gonna dance with you to this song eventually but seeing you be this touchy and close to another man ignited something in them. Unsure whether it was jealousy but they convinced themselves that it might just be the feeling of protectiveness since Jiyong had told them again and again to keep an eye out for you.

Yoongi’s full attention today was not really on any dancers nor the dance routines. He knew the inevitable obvious choice, which is to give anyone from the dance line the solo dance spot. The only dance routines he gave his attention to, not caring entirely though, was the dance routine for a member with three or two dancers. He glanced at his other members and sees Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok sitting up straight and anticipating you to start dancing with your male partner.

The second the music started, the four members on the dance line were entirely absorbed on watching ahead. Without needing words, Yoongi knew that the four of them are hungrily vying for the solo dance part. What he didn’t know was that the four of them were only thinking of the opportunity to finally have a chance to share the stage with you. The way your male partner danced to the music along with you, to the tunes of Without Me by Halsey, had them hungry for the coveted spot.

Taeyang, your dance partner, carefully lands his hands on your hips and it travels down to your leg as you lean into him with your head back. Catching everyone’s eye at the intimate and almost sultry dance step, especially Yoongi. A few sneaky gulps occurred amongst them. You were completely engrossed in the music with movements completely fluid and expressions purely enchanting everyone.

You were naïve to the scorching gazes and unfamiliar desire from the 7 members. Yoongi along with Jin and RM were now determined to insert themselves in the competition amongst the group for the solo dance part. All of them quickly exchanged looks the moment you finished dancing and the music stopped. No words were spoken but all of them understood that each of them definitely wanted the opportunity to share the stage with you more than the coveted chance to dance solo.

You held your water bottle tightly while you quench your thirst. You eye out to the side as the main choreographers were busy talking to each other and to some of the dancers. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were also busy talking to their managers at the other side of the room.

“I see that you’re putting our gift to good use.” You almost choke on your water at the sudden voice behind you.

“Namjoon? Don’t scare me like that” You cough. Finishing his cup of water, he slowly walked to your side. You quickly notice Yoongi’s head popping out from Namjoon’s side. “Hello to you two.” Namjoon cheekily grins and Yoongi smiled with his lips closed.

“He said you’re putting our gift to good use.” Yoongi slightly leans forward, whispering. You glanced at him and quickly looked at the purple phone you’re tightly holding in your other hand beside you.

Quickly after realizing that the two of them were eyeing your phone, you stammer while you took a step closer. “You really didn’t have to give me this. I tried to refuse it but Jiyong told me that you insisted that I accept it. Also, your other gift was unexpected but thank you. I appreciate it.” You smile nervously at the two of them, hiding the fact that you don’t just appreciate the recorded message but it meant the world to you. Obviously, you won’t admit that.

“We did thought of giving you a portable drive for the message but I remembered that I did ruin your phone so I suggested that to them. For that I’m sorry.” Namjoon rubs the back of his head.

Yoongi tries to join in the conversation, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Have you tried exploring your phone? Checked the apps that we have pre-downloaded for you?” Your eyes widen at Yoongi’s sudden questions, followed by a shake of your head. “We did. You might want to check it out.”

Both of them stare at you as you give them a dazed look. The hand beside you that has your phone slowly creeps its way up but the sudden presence of a hand halting your hand surprised you.

“Um… Maybe check it later when you’re alone.” Yoongi faces the other way, hand still around your wrist. He thought that maybe by looking away, you won’t notice the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he recall what surprise he left for you in your phone.

He slowly released your hand, aware of the sudden contact with you and the presence of a crowd in the room. Your eyes still glued to him, you did notice his effort to hide his bashfulness. You try to hold in your giggle at how Yoongi suddenly looked so adorable and it made you much more curious to check your phone. You remind yourself to definitely check what’s up with your new phone the moment the practice session is done.

By the time you realized your work for today is done, you search for the boys in the room but discovered that they might have left the room ahead of the choreographers and some staff. Most of the dancers were also eager to call it a day. Must be because of the Team MT tomorrow.

As the youngest of the new female dance team, you have always offered to be the last to stay and clean up the practice room. It comes as a shock to you that your dance partner Taeyang offered to stay behind to help you tidy up the room. While you may have gotten a lot closer with him, interactions with him outside of dance practice is still a bit awkward.

You sneak in a glance from the other side of the room as he busies himself with turning off all the electronic equipments while you tidy up the corner from the other side of the practice room. To distract yourself from being antsy at the awkwardness between you, you take out your phone from pocket to try and check the apps that Yoongi mentioned.

“Our dance a while ago was amazing.” Your voice got caught up in your throat when you suddenly heard his voice. He was still bending down, not looking at you, reaching for something behind the sound system. Almost instantly, you stood straight up at his compliment to hide the fact that you were glancing at him. Finally facing you, he says “Your moves were amazing. You really do transform when it’s time to perform just as the others say.”

“Thank you. I’m still lacking but I hope I did good as your partner.” you say as you put your phone back in your pocket.

Something about his gaze as he walks up to you made you avoid eye contact, bashful from the compliment. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you were so sure he was going to stop in front of you. You find yourself sighing when he just walked past you, to the water dispenser behind you.

“And thank you for staying and helping me clean up today.” You weren’t sure why you were so suddenly aware at how awkward this is turning out. Taeyang have complimented you before during practices but somehow, the change of timbre in his voice slightly made you nervous and hyperaware of the fact that you’re alone with him.

“Anytime, y/n.” You turn to him when you saw a smile slightly obstructed by the rim of the paper cup as he drink up a cup of water. “Too bad I’m just a stand-in for that solo dance.”

You barely caught what your dance partner had just said so you thought to try and ask him to repeat then a sudden sound of the door opening startling both you and Taeyang, your phone almost slipping from your hands. Your breath catches and you smile so wide it could almost reach your ears as you recognize the figure slowly coming up to you. Despite not having really spent a lot of time with Jin, his presence is a huge relief to break the sense of awkwardness filling your chest. You find your shoulders relax as you see him greet you with a smile.

Jin was also confused when he saw that you were alone with Taeyang in the room. He hides his discomfort at the sight but seeing how your face lit up when he came into the room, he let the thought pass and kept his face neutral despite wanting to grin at how adorable you looked when you smiled at him.

“Jiyong asked me to get you.” Jin says, still glancing at Taeyang drinking his cup of water behind you.

“He could’ve just texted me. That lazy guy.” You hiss and then turned to Taeyang to bid goodbye.

“See you tomorrow then?” Taeyang pats your head and turns to his bag. You excused yourself from Jin to run and get your bag from the far end of the room. By the time you walked back beside Jin, Taeyang have already left the room.

“I didn’t know you and Taeyang were that close already.” Jin queries. He wants to press on further especially after seeing Taeyang comfortably touched your head but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s nosy. You and Jin were still acquaintances but with his closeness with Jiyong, you almost feel like a younger sister to him.

“Can’t help it if we’re always practicing that solo dance routine almost everyday.” You explain. “But we haven’t really spent much time outside practice time. He’s just looking out for me since he’s kind of my dance mentor too.”

I don’t think it’s just that, he thinks to himself. He saw the way Taeyang looked at you today. He knew all the male dancers well and Jin never saw that kind of gaze from Taeyang directed at anyone. Not that he has any problems with Taeyang probably having feelings for you, he just repeats to himself that he’s looking out for you.

“So what does my lazy brother need from me to have asked you personally to come and get me?” You question him as you usher him out of the room while you turn off the lights and close the door.

“Oh that. He didn’t actually.” You look at him, confused with brows furrowed. “I was the one who actually needed to get you and come with me. I only used Jiyong’s name because Taeyang was there.”

“Come with you? To where?” Both you and Jin walked side by side along the hallway.

“We’re having a game night at our dorm and the boys wanted to invite you.” Jin informs you, still looking ahead. He wasn’t aware that you stopped walking when you heard what he just said.

“Wait, what, Me? Why me?” Jin heard your voice slightly go up and this made him turn quickly to his side, startling him to not see you beside him and rather, frozen a few feet behind him.

“We invited Jiyong as well but he’ll be late. He said he’s caught up with work.” Jin beams at you warmly as he tries to calm you down.

“Yeah but why me? I mean isn’t it too sudden for me to just barge in at your dorm?” You counter.

Surely, this is a big jump from the warm gesture from the voice message and new phone. You’re happy that they have thought of you to come on their game night but isn’t their dorm their personal private space?

“Jiyong has been a very good friend to us, almost like family and we all wanted to make an effort to get to know you as well. We usually invite him to the dorm whenever we can and I think he would be happy if you’ll be there too.” For a moment, Jin thought it would be a good idea to just use Jiyong’s name as an excuse to invite you because he knew that you would be uncomfortable if it was just them inviting you. In reality, his other members have already suggested to invite you even before he got the chance to suggest it to them.

“I want to get to know all of you more as well. I’m just shocked that you all think the same way. Excuse me but I won’t deny anymore that I’ve been a huge fan for a long time. I’m sure you know that well by now.” You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and your nervous state didn’t go unnoticed by Jin. Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him invite you to their dorm.

“I’m just glad that Jiyong’s twin sister is our fan and not an anti. It would’ve been hard for us to befriend you if that was the case.” He chuckles. Your heart is full at Jin’s effort to lighten up the mood. “Come on. I’m going to buy food for the troublemakers at home. Yoongi will be cooking for us tonight but Taehyung and Jungkook texted me to get extras.” He pats your shoulder

A little extra time to get to know them wouldn’t hurt. It could actually help you a lot with the solo dance routine. You wouldn’t want to perform badly just because you’re not comfortable and awkward with your partner. Thinking back when you first danced to the song with Taeyang, it just looked so wrong and you couldn’t convey the dance properly. It’s a blessing in disguise to get to be close to them this way but you wouldn’t refuse such a scrumptious offer.

You were grateful for Jin’s effort to lift up your mood during the drive back to their dorm. Sometimes, you would tightly grip the seatbelt in front of your chest and fall quiet. He would suddenly pull out ridiculous puns that would bring out the most un-ladylike laugh from you. To distract yourself, you insisted to be the one to get off the car and pick up the order from a restaurant.

Your breathing gets ragged and eyes unfocused the longer the drive went and the closer you get to the dorm. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips at the thought of 6 other people waiting for you.

You froze behind Jin as he ring the doorbell. There’s still a chance for me to run, you thought but was interrupted when you hear unintelligible chatter from at least 2 people on the other side of the door.

The door flew wide open and you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook. The two of them holding the doorknob with Taehyung slightly pinned beneath by Jungkook who seems to have jumped on his back. “You’re finally here!” Taehyung flashes his boxy grin at you.

Your eyes wandered behind the two of them as Namjoon’s head popped up from the end of the short hallway visible from the doorway. He raised his hand to wave to you and you waved back.

“Don’t crowd the lady and help me carry these to the kitchen.” Jin instructs them and instantly, Taehyung and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed to get the bags from Jin’s hands. You could almost hear Namjoon at the edge of the hallway teasingly smacking and scolding the two of them from overwhelming you when you arrived.

Jin was caught by surprise when you try to hold in your chortle, shoulders shaking at the sight of those two being scolded. He stood against the door allowing you to go in ahead of him and when he saw you hesitate a bit, he hums and say with a grin “Don’t worry, those kids won’t bite.”

You walked ahead further down the hallway, nervously treading every step. Finally, you get a clearer view of the inside of their dorm. Directly on your right, a huge glass chandelier adorns the ceiling complimenting the black and white interior of the spacious kitchen. A long wooden dining table in the middle. Across from the kitchen, an L-figure brown couch facing the huge flat screen occupies the living room. It feels weird seeing it upclose and personal after seeing glimpses of their dorm from online videos and their V-lives.

Sound of plastic bags rustling coming from the kitchen caught your attention. Taehyung and Jungkook were rushing to take out all the contents from the bag, drooling at the sight of the takeout you and Jin ordered. Yoongi was busy chopping up something with his back facing away from everyone. You take in the scrumptious smell filling up the room and almost instantly, your stomach grumbled.

Jin walked past you to mingle with the two boys. You see the back of Namjoon’s head as he sits quietly on the couch with a book in his hand. Unable to stay put, you hover towards the kitchen. Observing everyone as you make your way closer to Yoongi.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you examine the boiling pot on the stove while Yoongi continues to chop up what seems to be ingredients for a stew. The quiet and busy member seems so docile-looking compared to the cool and stoic Yoongi you always encounter at work. Sometimes, it even confuses you with how he’s hot and cold towards you.

“You’re our guest. It wouldn’t really look nice if we let you work for your food.” He continues to chop, head only slightly turning to your direction, eyeing you out from the corner of his eye.

You roll up your sleeves, ignoring Yoongi. “I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for the free invitation and besides, my cooking skill is highly commendable.” You carefully snatch the knife away from his hands. Yoongi, unable to stop you, stepped aside and glanced at Jin. Both of them chuckling at your persistence.

“I’ll take up on that offer but if our dinner turns out bad, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi teases.

“I have magic hands. I doubt it’ll go bad. It might even turn out a lot better now that I’m helping you.” You counter, chopping the vegetables at a much quicker pace than Yoongi.

Jin stares warmly at the two of you comically bantering while seated on the dining table. He had thought of reminding his younger members to do their best to make you comfortable but it surprises him to see you fitting in almost instantly. He smiles as you comfortably interact with Taehyung and Jungkook as they make their way to sneak in between you and Yoongi.

Come dinner time, Yoongi excused himself from the kitchen to get something from his room, leaving you alone. Might as well help him to plate and serve the food so you wandered around the kitchen, checking the cabinets for plates.

You don’t hear the footsteps entering the kitchen while you search the bottom cabinet. The member could only hear the sound of the plates clunking against each other and not aware of the person obstructed by the huge black kitchen counter.

“Hyung, it smells good.” You hear a groggy voice behind the other side of the kitchen counter while you take out a plate. You stood up and sees an equally surprised Jimin. You could tell that he just woke up from a nap, judging by his bedhead. “Y/n? Why are you in the kitchen? Aren’t you our guest?” He rubbed his eyes and quickly searched for the missing presence of Yoongi.

You were about to explain yourself but was interrupted by Yoongi, returning from his room as he answers for you. “More like she snatched my tools and insisted on helping me. She won’t budge.” He huffs as he takes his place back in the kitchen, helping you plate the food.

Jimin, still sleepy, quietly offered his help. Taking away the filled-up plates from your hands. Yoongi asked him to call the other members for dinner. One after another, the members take up their space in the long table. Jin noticed you standing timidly at the side not knowing where to sit as everyone continues to sit down. He calls your attention and pulls out an empty chair beside him. You automatically walk up beside him and sat down, observing everyone.

It didn’t take long before the dinner got a bit rowdy. It wasn’t difficult to warm up to them, the feeling of comfort almost feels so natural. Everyone was obviously famished from the practice a while ago so the food was almost devoured instantly just as dinner started.

The younger boys complimented the dinner non-stop and insisted that you regularly visit their Game Nights in exchange for your impressive culinary skill. Jungkook complained that whenever Jiyong would help in the kitchen, he could destroy whatever Yoongi would make. Yoongi attests to that but quickly protests and teased them for not appreciating his work in the kitchen.

Jimin and Hoseok insisted that they clean up the table, escorting you to the couch. You see Jungkook setting up his PS4 on the tv across you. Namjoon stepped over the couch from behind you taking his place on your left and Jin sits down beside you on your right.

“I guess we won’t keep you too late. You still have to pack for the MT tomorrow.” Jin turns to you, still observing you if you’re having a good time with them.

“I’m sure you love the idea that you get to go back to your hometown even if it’s for work.” Namjoon reaches for a pillow beside him, hugging it.

“Wait. Hometown?” your fingers froze just as you were fiddling with your phone.

“Me and Jimin hyung were so excited when we heard that this year’s MT is in Busan. If I remember correctly, Jiyong hyung told us that his hometown is Busan, right?” Jungkook cheekily stood up with a cord in his hand. You could see the obvious grin plastered on his face as he searched for Jimin’s figure in the kitchen.

You bite your lip as you nervously try your best to recall. Did you just forget about the MT entirely? You were sure that they announced the location for the MT earlier this morning. Maybe you were too nervous and occupied with the thought of having to present the dance routine in front of everyone that you completely forgot about the MT being in Busan.

You sigh and rubbed your temples. Why would you even forget such an important detail like that? Just thinking about going back to Busan felt like an impending headache. There’s no way you could back out from the MT now. It’ll also look bad if you don’t join the dance team, it might send a message that you’re unsociable.

Unaware that you turned pale and started heaving hard, the three men in the living room with you were now starkly aware of your sudden change of expression at the mention of the MT.

“Noona, is there something wrong?” Jungkook asks with a worried voice, discarding the cord in his hands and swiftly knelt down in front of you. He tries to get a good look at you while you stare down at your knees, shoulders hunched forward.

Your ears started ringing and you squeeze your fists as your chest started getting heavier each breathe you take. Namjoon slowly sat up straight as he sees Jin and Jungkook trying to call your attention. It was when Jin wrapped his hands around one of your clenched fists that you realize how close Jungkook is crouching in front of you, head bent to the side as he worriedly observes your face. Jin’s warm hands enveloping your small, cold and shivering hands. Namjoon frozen in his seat not knowing what to do to help you.

“Um, can I excuse myself to the restroom please?” Your hands were starting to get clammy as you forced to compose yourself. You wish they could tell you the way to the restroom a lot faster as each passing second, it’s getting difficult to stay composed in front of them. Jin was the first to stand up from the couch and escorted you to the restroom, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook frozen in their seats.

You quietly close the door of the restroom, making sure not to let Jin worry more. Once you were sure you heard his footsteps get away from the room you were in, you could barely hold yourself up before your legs buckle and you let yourself fall to the floor. Your weight propped against the door as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs. Sharp successive breaths took over you, slowly making you feel pins and needles at the tips of your fingers.

The panic creeps up on you in bouts. Your fingers claw at your legs as you hug them tighter. Memories that you worked so hard to forget starts to resurface and replays in your mind, leaving you suffocated.

For a moment, you picture yourself staying in the restroom for the rest of the night. You suddenly felt so alone in a space filled with 7 other people. Even the thought of standing up and getting back out takes up a lot of energy from your body.

Your excitement for tomorrow now completely gone and replaced by dread of going back to your hometown. It’s been years and you’re not even sure if you can even handle going back there. It was only two years ago when you recovered from being haunted in your dreams by the memories of the accident. You don’t want to lose your progress since it took a lot of effort by yourself to get back up.

It took only for you to hear boisterous laughter coming from the living room and somebody knocking on the door to remind you that you have no choice but to go back out. You reach for the edge of the sink to help yourself up. Like a newborn deer, you can’t really sustain your weight as your knees started shaking when you were standing properly. You take in one last deep breath before opening the door.

You crack your eyes open, body heaving with effort to get enough oxygen in your lungs but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Yoongi, narrowed in concern. He doesn’t question you further as you step aside to give way for him to use the restroom. It took three steps out the restroom before your knees decided to give out. Yoongi rushed to catch you before you fell to the floor.

You squeeze his arms around you that were holding you up before facing him. “You tell absolutely no one… I don’t want anyone to worry…” Breathing still ragged, you huff out every word to the best of your ability as you realize that you can’t hide your panic attack from Yoongi. You must look so bad to see Yoongi study your face with utmost care. “Yoongi please?… I’ll be fine. Don’t mind me… Just until my panic attack subsides.” He softly shush you as he sees your great effort to speak.

Yoongi sighs before calmly looking back at the empty hallway and to the living room where everyone’s pretty much occupied. His eyes wandered back to your shivering hands and shaking knees. You’re in no shape to walk back to the living room much less stand on your own. Yoongi slowly wraps his hand on your back and behind your knees before lifting you off the floor.

The scent coming from Yoongi’s body calms you as he cradles you in his arms. Your head felt like lead, finding its way on the crook of its neck. Before you even realize, you find yourself clinging to him as you fist your hands in his shirt. His skin is slowly getting hot against yours, and his breathing seems to have increased if you were only able to notice. His heartbeat against your ears was almost like a lullaby that greatly helped to calm you down.

“You’re alright.” He coos as he starts to hear you sniffle. He quietly walked towards his bedroom, with you in his arms, to give you a place private enough away from the eyes of the other members. He slowly puts you down on his couch and when you were finally seated comfortably, he rushed to reach for a blanket at the edge of the bed.

Your back felt damp, sweating all over and your fingers definitely feels asleep but clarity of your situation began creeping back. “Yo-Yoongi” You stammer as you realize that he chose to hide you in his bedroom.

“Shh, don’t force yourself to speak. Take it easy. I’m here.” He fixed the blanket around you before crouching down to completely see your face. “Just keep breathing and it’ll go away. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so trust me when I say I’ll just be here until you say so. You’ll be fine.”

You trust him as you find yourself focusing on your breathing. Once you find it easy to move your limbs with ease accompanied by a yawn, you know that the worst has passed. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, the situation could’ve escalated and would have made everyone unnecessarily worry about you.

“Thank you.” You manage to speak out. “I feel silly that you caught me looking like that. Sorry.”

Yoongi quietly hums, letting you speak further if you intend to while he reach for a glass of water on top of his side table beside the couch. He offers it and you take it with your hand still slightly shaking. He lets you drink first before he spoke up. “I overheard your conversation with the boys in the living room just before you went to the restroom. I was worried but I don’t know if you want anyone to check up on you. You were taking a lot longer than I expected so I knocked.”

You prop your head in your hands, elbows leaning on your knees. “This is the first time someone has seen me like this. It just took me by surprise when Jungkook mentioned Busan. Next thing I know, all I could think about is to run out the door.”

“I won’t force you to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want to go home, I could just tell the boys to…” Your hand swiftly sprung out to land on Yoongi’s wrist.

“I’m fine. Jungkook seems so happy when he showed me the games we’ll be playing. I’ll just take a moment then I’ll be back out.” You assure Yoongi with a heavy breath. He wanted to assure you that they’ll understand if you want to excuse yourself for the night but he kept quiet, trusting you that you’ll be fine.

Not a second after, the doorbell rang to alert everyone in the dorm. Yoongi stood up from in front of you, eyes still glued on you as he saw you recognize the person on the front door just from the distinct way the doorbell was rung. “Don’t you dare tell my brother about this” You attempt to stand up, worried that Yoongi might tell Jiyong about your situation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret between us. Just promise me that you’re fine before I leave you.” He assures you with his soft smile and gentle eyes as he opened the door and walking out.

“I’m fine Yoongi. Thank you. I’ll just take a minute to fix myself up before I go back out.”

“Take your time. I’ll try to come up with an excuse to keep them from looking for you. I’m sure Jungkook, Jin and Namjoon must be getting concerned by now.” He turns back to you before slowly closing the door.

You find yourself collapsing against the couch, your breathing slowly going back to normal. You heaved and leaned forward to try and stand up once again. When you knew you were fully capable of making a few steps without stumbling or any of your knees giving out, you walked straight to a full size mirror beside the door to fix yourself up. You pity yourself for having been seen by Yoongi like this; your eyes and nose were bright red and a couple of hair strands stuck to your forehead due to the profuse sweat.

To avoid anyone seeing you coming out of Yoongi’s bedroom in an effort to find you, you quickly and quietly walked out from the comfort of his room when you were sure you were devoid of signs that you were in utter distress just minutes ago.

Jungkook was about to run to find you but stopped when he saw you emerging back in the living room. Completely different from how you looked a while ago, he stares in confusion as you gleefully greet Jiyong who was now also present in the living room. Namjoon shares the same confusion as Jungkook. Yoongi was sitting down beside them and he saw the youngest member’s eyes following you as he tries to study your now seemingly normal expression.

Taehyung runs up to you behind the couch where you and your brother stand, pulling your wrist to ask you to play one-on-one against him. You don’t refuse and you take up space beside him, seated on the carpet. Just before the game starts, you turn to look at Yoongi and found him gazing at you. You mouthed Thank youto him and he nods before you got back to play with Taehyung.

Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook were wary when the topic about the MT came up again, you even catch Jungkook kicking Jimin’s feet to stop him from talking. When it was Jungkook’s turn to play again, you notice his eyes anxiously wander back to you from time to time. He must have been blaming himself for making you sad.

Like Jiyong knew what you needed to cheer up the youngest, he offered everyone ramyun as a late-night snack. Jungkook perked up at your brother’s offer while still glued to the screen and what looks like he’s winning against Taehyung. You quietly walked away from the living room to join your brother in the kitchen.

For a while, Jiyong kept quiet as you both hover around the kitchen. Normally, he would shower you with affection, tease you and bug you but you silently wonder why he’s not doing any of those. Your suspicion is confirmed when he starts to rub his hand behind your back as you discard the noodles from each packet. Your gaze dipped to him as stood there silently while emptying the contents of the soup packet unto the boiling pot.

“Noona, can I have that spicy ramen over there?” Jungkook asks, timidly walking over towards the both of you. You notice that he was standing slightly far from you, shoulders hunched and head down. His doe eyes still glistening as he subtly avoids meeting your eyes.

Although you feel bad for him, the corner of your mouth quirked up at him looking so adorable despite him towering over you. He seems to be so intimidating at work especially when he’s so focused but if you could just ball him up right now in your hands, you would.

You beckon him to come closer with your finger. When he was about an arms-length away from you, he opens his mouth to blurt out something. Before he even let out a sound, you pat his head, stopping him from talking any further.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” His eyes gleamed. “I’ll make you a whole bowl of ramyun of your choice. How does that sound?”

Jungkook jumps up and down in glee and he squeezed between you and Jiyong to reach for a packet of ramen. “Hyung, I like her better than you.” He sticks his tongue out then quickly dashes out of the kitchen before Jiyong could even counter.

You chortle. “You heard him. Apparently, they also request my presence every Game Night for my exquisite Culinary Expertise.”

“Well, I won’t argue about your cooking. Sooner or later, they’ll be bribing you for something. Those troublemakers.” Jiyong crinkles his nose, reminiscing all the times he spent with the boys where they’ll prank and tease him.

Yoongi sits back comfortably on the couch when he hears you regain your bright energy as you laugh and mingle with your brother in the kitchen.

Next: pt. 7

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pastafossa · 2 years ago

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Tired of Floof flinging litter halfway across the world, so I decided I was going to get a really big plastic tote, cut a hole in it for entry, and then put the litter box in it - much higher sides to prevent Monsieur Floof's attempts to excavate down to the other side of the world from throwing litter everywhere.

But of course it's me, so it couldn't go smoothly.

Go to target. Plastic tub I wanted is sold out, none the right size.

Ok, but Home Depot has some the right size, and they're just across the street! Google says 1 hour till closing! Perfect!

Walk in.

"Hi, 1 minute until close." Shit.

Me: "I just need a big plastic storage bin." Home Depot guy: "Let's run, might make it." We run to the back with the tubs, and I already have my tape measurer out, appropriate length extended, I am ready to compete in the Olympic speed competition for measuring storage bins meant for cat shit.

Except NONE OF THE TUBS ARE THE RIGHT SIZE. I don't know where the bins I need are, but this ain't it.

"HELLO SHOPPERS, BRING YOUR GODDAMN SHIT UP BEFORE WE RELEASE THE WOLVES." -rough paraphrase over the loudspeaker

The lights passive-aggresively dim to just barely visible, like gtfo Bin Searching Karen.

I groan, heading back towards the front, because I will not be That Person. And in the front.

I pass.

tHE

GOD

DAMN

BINS

NEED

There is a moment, when I and the man I ran with lock eyes.

I point hopefully.

And he-

Shakes his head.

Quest failed.

#thanks google you lying mcliar face

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holly-louisexox · 9 months ago

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 23

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

"Hey, you've reached Delia Vincent. I'm sorry I can't take your call right now. Please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"It's just going straight to voicemail now. Can they still track a phone if it's dead?" Andy asks in frustration looking up at Shevy and his bandmates.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they use the last known location." Jake replies trying to bring some hope to his lead singer.

It had been 2 days since the police officer had interviewed them all, and now all the group could do was sit around and wait. Wait for good news, an update, a miracle; that so far had never come.

"I'm such a fucking idiot!" Andy screams throwing his phone to the floor and cracking the screen, not that he cared. A cracked phone screen was easy to replace, but the woman he adored was not. "Delia is missing and it's all my fault."

"Andy, I know you're upset but you can't keep blaming yourself." Shevy shakes her head slightly. "I get it, I feel guilty too because I was right there, I should have been firmer about her leaving by herself, I should have just followed her but I didn't."

"But none of this would have happened if I wasn't such a dick!" Andy shouts slightly making Shevy flinch. "Shevy, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. If anything it's refreshing to see you show your emotions again." Shevy smiles before sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders to try and bring him some form of comfort and lighten the mood a bit.

"To tell the truth, I thought Delia was attractive from the moment I met her." Andy sighs finally feeling himself wanting to open up to the group more. "Not just in the way of 'oh she's pretty' like I felt drawn to her and I didn't understand why, but I didn't want to allow these emotions, these feelings, to get into the mix. I thought if I fucked her if I slept with her, it would resolve the idea in my head. Instead, I only fucked my head further."

"Look, it's been a weird tour and we're facing an unexpected and difficult moment, I know, but we'll find her. We just have to try and stay positive." Lonny pipes up trying to bring some light into the conversation. Andy opening up was a big thing to all of them, whilst they were glad he was finally doing it they were now worried that he would do something reckless which was the last thing any of them wanted or needed.

"Unexpected? No, no we knew what was happening here in Seattle and I, like an idiot, let her walk away!" Andy's rant was soon cut off by Lonny's phone ringing.

"Withheld number?" Lonny questions before answering it and putting it on loudspeaker so the rest of the group could hear what the call was about. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr Eagleton speaking?" The voice asks through the phone.

"Yes, it is." Lonny replies still feeling confused as to who could be calling

"This is Seattle Police calling, is now a good time to talk?" The voice asks on the other end.

"Now is fine, yes." Lonny gulps slightly, did have have an update? Good news? Bad news?

"I just wanted to give you an update to say that we have managed to track the location of Miss Vincent's phone." The voice explains making everyone gain a look of hope at finding their friend "We will be sending a group out tomorrow to locate the phone and search for Miss Vincent in the hopes that she is somewhere in the area."

"That's great!" Lonny smiles "Thank you for letting us know."

"Mr Eagleton, I do just want to prepare you and your friends in case the worst should happen, these situations do not often have a happy ending. I'm sorry son." The officer sighs slightly killing the mood of the room, that's when Andy's face completely changes and those same tears he's been letting loose for the last few days come pouring back down his face.

"Right... Right, yeah. Okay, thank you." Lonny's voice shakes slightly.

"If I have another update I will let you know. If you or your friends need any support during this difficult time please do not hesitate to give us a call and we can get you some help." The officer explains. "Have a good rest of the day."

"Yeah, you too, bye." Lonny gulps before ending the call.

The whole group just continued to sit in silence in the hotel room they were in whilst looking at one another. Soon enough, all attention was drawn to Andy as they watched him stand up from his chair.

"This is bullshit! Why the hell are they waiting until tomorrow? If they wait until tomorrow it could be too late, it's almost like they don't want to bring her back safe." Andy kicks off as he kicks his already broken phone in a random direction of the room. Suddenly, something clicked in Andy and the anger that filled his facial features melted away to show a much more tired and vulnerable version of himself. "What if they know it's too late? What if... What if they're preparing to... to bring back her body?" Andy starts stuttering and shaking at the mere thought of what he had just said.

"Andy, Delia's smart. I'm sure she'll find a way to survive this monster." Jake stands up to place a hand on Andy's shoulder, this kind gesture instantly pushed away by Andy who has anger filling his facial features again.

"You don't know that though Jake! No one knows what this person is capable of, hell we don't even know if it's a man or a woman the news has only guessed. Regardless they've already killed, what's to stop them doing the same to Delia?" Andy rants feeling his fists clench into balls as his nails dig into his flesh forming half-cresent moons in their wake. "I know I've been trying to quit, but fuck this shit, I need a smoke."

Scrambling to pick up his broken phone from the floor, he's glad to see that despite the cracked screen it still springs to life at the press of a button. Shoving it into his jacket pocket he's then storming out of the room leaving the group to look behind him.

CC had seen many true crime documentaries in his life, but he never thought he would be caught up in the middle of one. Like the police officer said, these situations rarely have a happy ending. That triggered him to speak up for the first time in a while.

"What are we going to do if things do turn sour?" He asks.

"CC, don't talk like that." Jinxx pipes up whacking the drummer around the back of the head.

"But I'm just saying, what if it does? Look how Andy handled the divorce with Juliet, it's been years and he's only just come back to his senses because of Delia. If we lose Delia, this is going to destroy him more than it already is. I don't know how we could bring him back from that, he'll go completely off the rails." CC worries.

"I think, should that happen, we just need to make sure we're there for him; more than we have been already." Lonny explains "But until we have a closing answer we just need to try and be as positive as we can about the situation as hope that Delia is found safe."

"Yeah, I agree." Shevy nods "Jake's right, Delia's smart, I'm sure she'll be able to figure something out, she always does. We just need to remember though that the Delia that comes back to us might not be the same."

"God, yeah, I dread to think what this creep could have done to her already, she must be terrified." Jake continues "I hope we all know this isn't going to be easy for anyone. Whatever we're all feeling, Andy is probably feeling 100 times worse. Delia is also going to need a lot of emotional support when the police find her. It's probably going to be a rough few months."

"Well, doesn't look like we'll be touring again anytime soon." Jinxx jokes trying to lighten the vibe that surrounds the room.

"Dude." CC rolls his eyes before taking revenge and whacking him around the head.

"Just trying to lighten the mood." Jinxx puts his hands up in surrender.

They all knew this was going to be rough regardless of the outcome. Everyone was just praying that Delia would be found safe and soon. The sooner all of this was over the sooner it would just become another bad memory.

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[ BALL UPDATE ]

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valerienrhapsody · 9 months ago

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Chapter 9: The Dawson Daisy

Evaine was lost in thought, much as she had been all morning, when she was meant to be sweeping the shop floors. She normally liked visiting her mom’s gardening store, helping out with what little she could do. Stocking and shelving were pretty boring tasks, and she was hopeless at processing online orders, but she enjoyed working with her hands and taking care of the actual plants. Any other day, she would have been perfectly content to be there with the music playing over the loudspeaker and the light chatter as her mom and Parker helped customers.

But today was a day unlike any other, try as she might to put on a smile and carry on. Today, she was seeing the world in a new light, a glaring light that illuminated things that ought to stay in the dark. Today, she had watched out the car window a little too eagerly as they were driving into town, just to catch a glimpse of the monster house. Jesse’s house, now. There had been at least three different company vans parked in the driveway, and numerous workers scurried about the grounds, but not a single hint or remnant of what occurred there last night. Her mother had been quick to notice the hubbub around the house which had been deserted for her entire life, and Evaine feigned ignorance on the matter. She couldn’t even begin to explain if she wanted to. That was only one of the many things swimming around her head, keeping her distracted as she halfheartedly went about the tasks she usually enjoyed.

“Uh…excuse me.” Parker, her mother’s only employee, brought her back to reality. He stood over her by a fair few inches, dark brown hair falling in the way of his glasses, dirt smudging his nose and forehead from where he’d tried to brush it away. His arms were full of soil sacks as he tried to squeeze past her down the narrow aisle where she had been standing like a slack-jawed zombie.

“Oh, sorry,” Evaine said, stepping back to let him through. Besides “hello” that was the first time Parker had spoken to her all morning, having busied himself with the physical work and heavy lifting while her mother ran the front. It wasn’t like she had expected anything different as he seemed to be the only person in Jericho who was more awkward and shy than she was.

“E,” her mother called from the front desk, motioning her over with a wave that made all the decorative pins on her smock jingle and click together. It was getting close to the afternoon lull, so there were no customers or phone calls, bringing a welcome slowdown to what had been a fairly busy morning.

Evaine gladly set the broom aside, hopeful that her mom would have something more interesting for her to work on so she could finally get her head out of the clouds. She made her way up to the front register, leaning her elbows onto the counter to take the weight off her feet for a moment.

“What do you think about Parker?” her mom asked, whispering secretively as she leaned in close.

“He seems alright,” Evaine said without giving him much thought. “He’s worked here for a full year, right? Thinking of giving him a promotion?”

“No, not like that,” her mom said with a little eye roll. She made a quick glance around the store to make sure the boy in question was still out of earshot. “I mean, as in someone you might want to invite over for dinner sometime, or out on a date.”

Evaine blanched, horrified that her mother was even breaching that subject. She had always shown an interest in her daughter’s personal life, but Evaine supposed they had different ideas of where the personal boundary lay between them. Her mom loved to ask about her social life, or lack thereof, always wanting to offer advice and ideas on how to make friends while Evaine would rather avoid the subject altogether. She hated being reminded how lame it was that she had no friends, no romantic interests, nothing about herself that she thought was worth talking about. She knew her mom only wanted to be helpful and feel involved, but for Evaine, it was a humiliating experience.

But on today of all days, she was less concerned with what she didn’t have to say, and more with what she couldn’t say. Her mom knew her better than anyone and would surely sniff out a lie in a heartbeat, so Evaine controlled her expression by pretending to look at Parker with honest consideration.

“I really don’t think of him that way,” she answered hesitantly, hoping she looked more embarrassed than suspicious. “And I know for a fact he doesn’t think of me like that, either. He sits in the same area of the quad as I do during lunch, so I know his friends have been making fun of him for having a crush on Tayshia Johnson.”

“Tayshia Johnson the cheerleader? Her mom’s on the community garden committee,” her mom noted with approving recognition, as if she already liked Tayshia by association. Evaine couldn’t really blame her; everyone liked Tayshia Johnson. “Does she like him?”

“She doesn’t know he exists,” Evaine said, unable to help a little snort at Parker’s expense. She could feel bad about it later; for now, she just wanted to steer the focus away from herself. “From the way his friends talk, it sounds like he’s too scared to even say hi.”

“See? Then there’s no problem with shooting your shot,” her mom said, elbowing her in the ribs in a friendly way. “A guy like him might not be able to see what’s right in front of him, but if you give him the opportunity, he might surprise you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Parker’s full of hidden depths and all that, but he’s just not for me,” Evaine answered bluntly. “I think we’re just too alike to be a good match in that way. We’re both shy and awkward; every time we’ve been alone together, it’s just dead silence. I would want someone who makes up for those things I lack, or at least makes me comfortable enough to get over them.”

“I guess that’s fair. Plus, it would suck to have to fire you if things ended badly,” her mom teased before her voice took on a more gentle, caring tone. “I just know you’ve been kind of lonely lately; I thought it might help to have a little time with someone besides me.”

For the umpteenth time that morning, the urge to tell her mom about last night bubbled up into her throat, and she had to physically bite back the words before she spilled the whole thing.

“Actually, I kinda met someone last night.” Woops.

“And you’re just telling me this now?” her mom practically burst, eyes going as wide as saucers. “Who is it? He or she? How did you meet? What happened?!”

“Dial it back, mom; I really don’t want to get my hopes up by talking about it too much,” she said, mentally congratulating herself on a nice save. “We just met while I was out getting dinner last night, and he seemed…nice, I guess. It wasn’t for very long, I don��t know much about him, but if anything comes of it, I promise you’ll be the first to know. I think I just need the space to figure this out, you know? Let it happen naturally if there’s anything there.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I won’t pry,” her mom promised, not dimming in the slightest. “You go at your own pace, but just remember that you always have someone here to talk to about anything. I happen to know a thing or two about this stuff, I’ve been around the block a few times myself—”

“MOM.”

Thankfully, they were interrupted by the bell on the shop door as Alec walked in, probably on his lunch break from the library. He looked especially chipper compared to his usual self, if one could consider him to be chipper at all. His flannel of the day was carefully buttoned at the wrist against an early fall breeze, and it seemed to be less wrinkly than it should have been after a morning of work. His jeans weren’t even that dirty, and he seemed to have trimmed his mustache that morning.

“Good afternoon, Dawsons, Parker,” he greeted as he walked in, waving for Parker at the other end of the store. He strolled right up to the checkout counter and set down a little basket wrapped in a checkered cloth. “As promised, giant cookies from Rosita’s Bakery.”

“Oh Al, you didn’t have to do that,” Evaine’s mother said politely, even though she had practically shot up at the mention of “cookie”. She eagerly reached over the counter to undress the basket, revealing a half dozen cookies the size of a splayed hand.

“It wasn’t any trouble. Got an order of peanut butter cookies for m’self,” he said, winking at Evaine when she jokingly stuck her tongue out in disgust.

“You know, this reminds me,” her mother said around a mouthful of cookie. “I should put together a welcome basket for the new neighbor. I don’t know if you saw, but some poor soul decided to move into the monster house. There were workers out there just this morning doing something to the yard.”

Evaine busied herself with unwrapping a cookie to hide the grimace that crossed her face when she thought about that spot of the yard where Jesse had dragged the body of Jensen Calloway, carelessly tossing the heart away and out of sight from the main road. Whatever warmth or joy she had felt about being able to confide in her mother was effectively washed away by chilling unease.

“Miss Dawson, it may be none of my business, but I’ve heard some unkind things about that new neighbor,” Alec said, his tone quickly turning serious. Evaine tensed at the sound of it, suddenly very interested in hearing what he could possibly know about Jesse Rayne. “Now, I won’t say much, I’m not about to go condemning a man I’ve never met, but I hear he comes from a pretty shady background. People around him tend to get hurt, if you catch my drift. I know you want to be neighborly, and that’s very kind of you, but it would put this old man’s mind at ease if you ladies stayed well away from that house. Just send a welcome by post, and don’t bother with a return address.”

“Really? I never would have known!” her mother said, one hand flying to her heart with the shock, but her blue eyes were alight with interest for such juicy drama.

“Where did you hear this?” Evaine asked, concealing the accusation with an expression of curiosity. “Didn’t he just move in?”

“From my cousin, actually,” he said, reminding her that he had disclosed such plans when she saw him yesterday. “She’s an investigator for a law firm in Montana, but she’s been following his case as far as Boston, that’s where he’s just moved from. She realized he had come to Jericho, so she reached out to me, wanted to give me a heads up. I figured I’d warn you ladies to err on the side of caution, just in case.”

“That’s so kind of you, Alec,” Evaine’s mother said, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. “I’ll just send him a fruit basket, say it’s a welcome from the whole neighborhood and nothing more.”

“That’d probably be best,” Alec agreed, as if the change in attitude was a mark of wisdom for herself and not the product of his own design. “I best get a move on; I wanted to catch Lonnie Hill before he goes making a fuss about the construction. His property is on the western border of the monster house, and you know he’s been complaining for years about the overgrowth spilling onto his land.”

“Of course, he’d better know who he’s dealing with before he says something he’ll regret,” her mom said in a knowing way. “Thanks, Al, for the cookies, too. You’re too good to us.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Evaine hurried to add, forcing as natural a smile as she could muster. Alec didn’t seem to notice as he bashfully waved away their gratitude.

“Y’all be safe now,” he said, giving them that wrinkly bulldog smile of his before turning to leave the shop.

Evaine watched him go, her eyes narrowing when she spied the pleasant expression drop from his face just as soon as he was out the door, like a mask falling off. That chipperness she noted earlier suddenly revealed itself as the façade it was, just a way to hide the tension of his shoulders and balled up fists. Alec was putting on a show for them, not just lying, but using their friendship to manipulate them for his own ends. He was troubled, unwilling to let it show, and determined to keep them from seeking out their new neighbor.

It couldn’t be a coincidence, a gut feeling told her as much. Jesse was certainly being followed and investigated, that much was true, but if Alec’s cousin had anything to do with it, that could only mean that she was a hunter like Jensen Calloway. If she had warned her cousin about Jesse, that could only mean that Alec knew what he was.

Alec turned to look back through the window of the shop, his expression grim, but determined.

Oh yeah, I’m right about this, Evaine thought as she watched. You know something.

#By Nightfall #original work #young adult #paranormal romance #vampires #monsters #monsterhunters #witchcraft #coming of age #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: blood #if anyone reading sees any trigger warning suggestions please let me know #writer #writblr

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