#like the freshest goddamn water

[weiner-enjoyer]

ever wanted to lick the deodorant ball?

[simeon-takes-a-break]

Grande finale - with a bang, literally!

Ever since I arrived in Cartagena, every backpacker I met was raving about one extraordinary experience: crossing the Caribbean Sea to Panama by boat and visiting the San Blas islands on the way. The archipelago comprises approximately 365 islands and puts every other island paradise to shame and has recently gotten wider attention since it was featured in the famous Netflix series “La casa de papel”.

There are several boats that make the journey back and forth. Since I’ve heard that the days at sea are really rough I opted for a catamaran: two hulls are better and probably more stable than one, right? The mighty African Queen was the chosen vessel under the command of South Tyrolean captain “Rudy” Rudolph Gamberoni. His hair was curly and blond and all over the place, just like his personality, it seemed. The crew was completed by his Colombian girlfriend, who was the kitchen master, and a relative of hers. The passenger group was fun and diverse with the exception of an American solo traveler who had more neuroses than all protagonists of every Woody Allen movie combined. She was afraid of her own shadow and about as laid-back as a chihuahua on a mix of red bull and cocaine.

And so we set sail, leaving the high rises of Cartagena behind us and welcoming the wide open sea in front of us. The waves didn’t disappoint and left nearly every passenger leaning over the railing puking their brains out. Seasickness pills saved me from reverse eating, however, nausea was still more than inconvenient. A welcome distraction was the thrilling catch of an impressive mahi-mahi. That yellow beast, with its odd head shape, measured more than a meter. Here’s how Rudy harpooned that poor soul into another dimension. 

We were spoiled with the freshest mahi-mahi sashimi and a delicious feast for dinner. After two days of rough sailing we finally reached the calm seas of the San Blas archipelago. We couldn’t get enough of snorkeling in the pristine turquoise waters and admire the intact corals and fishes (fun fact: The plural form of 'fish' is the same as the singular form when you are talking about one kind of fish. When you are talking about more than one kind or species of fish, both 'fish' and 'fishes' are ok to use. Isn’t English a wonderful language?). 

After a beer and rum fueled lunch Rudy set the catamaran in motion heading to another island. I and the other backpackers ensconced ourselves on the nets at the very front of the catamaran for some sunbathing and digesting. As I gazed into the horizon I noticed something in the distance. I turned to Cassy & Rob, a lovely Canadian couple and fellow passengers, wondering whether that was breaking waves, which would mean that we were heading straight for a reef. Nahhh, our curly captain surely paid close attention and would avoid shallow waters in time, we tried to reassure ourselves. We became increasingly uncomfortable as the boat wouldn’t turn. Those breaking waves sure were a baaad omen so I ran to the back of the African Queen only to find the tipsy trio (Rudy, his GF and their friend) peacefully asleep while the goddamn barge was set on freaking auto pilot!!! I screamed, waking them up, and hectically tried to warn Rudy of the imminent danger. I’ll never forget Rudy's panicky eyes as he immediately turned the rudder. But it was too late. The boat hit the reef with a loud and terrifying bang. After the initial shock, we realized that the catamaran was stuck and its motor wasn’t powerful enough to free it up again.   

From here on I shall not entirely rely on my memory but rather resort to Cassy’s excellent incident protocol: 

As a group we decided to get in the water to see if we could push the boat off the reef. We informed the captain and he said this was good. Big mistake! There were black spiky sea urchins that spiked 4 people. Next, trying to get out of the water was difficult: the captain alternated the engines forwards and backwards, trying to get the boat off the reef, which created very strong currents that washed everyone back onto the reef. Eventually, everyone got back on board with some cuts and sea urchin spikes in their feet and fingers. About 20 minutes later, another man arrived in a panga boat yelling for us to get off our boat and into his panga. We were given no time to grab our stuff off the deck or collect our luggage. Once aboard the panga, we found that he was the captain of the Sailing Koala and he was going to drop us off on the nearest island. He told us not to worry because this happens all the time!? He then returned to help our captain get our boat off the reef. The next 2 hours were spent waiting on the island, which thankfully had a basic hostel and immigration services (I recall an airstrip, so it might have been El Porvenir island). Our boat was not moving from the reef. Then the captain's girlfriend arrived on a panga with bad news: the boat was sinking and the right hull was completely full of water. That is when we realized that she had brought some of our luggage but not everything. It required 2 more trips over the next hour to our sinking boat to recover everything. 

Of course my large and small backpack were soaking wet and completely glazed with what seemed to be motor oil. My camera and tablet were of course destroyed by the salty water. My iPhone on the other hand was nowhere to be foun..., oh God, under my pillow on the top bunk bed in the cabin in the, you guessed it, right i.e. flooded hull. No way I’d give up without a fight. I asked the panga operator to bring me back to the catamaran but he refused as it was too dangerous. I instantly turned to harsher measures and claimed that my insulin medication was still on board. This was a blatant and maybe inadequate lie but it did the trick. Back on the catamaran the chaos was in full sling. Rudy didn’t pay attention to me at all as the Sailing Koala was trying to drag the stricken African Titanic out of its misery. That gave me the opportunity to continue with my mission. Once inside the lopsided and half-flooded vessel I realized that the power was still on. Not a good time to get electrocuted. So I tarzan-ed myself across the kitchen stepping on the stove and dangling alongside a cupboard into my cabin where I found the top bunk bed still dry and my iPhone precisely where I had left it. Great success. I grabbed it and made my way back on deck, avoiding the potentially deadly water. But not before opening the cooler on the way and “borrowing” a bottle of rum. Given the circumstances we surely would need that later on. Back on the island I found the others in complete disbelief and the American girl in her umpteenth panic attack. 

For the next 3 hours we sat waiting for information. We discussed as a group we would remain calm for Rudy's sake, as we knew that he would be very upset and stressed out. Immigration gave us some water as we sat by the shore waiting. Approximately, 7pm Rudy arrived on shore with no explanation. It was translated that we would stay on the island at the hostel nearby. We arrived at the hostel where bedrooms were arranged, as well as dinner. Rudy disappeared instantly and was on his phone for the few minutes that we saw him. Again, the group decided to leave both Rudy and his girlfriend alone to give them time and space to sort things out.

We spent the evening processing what just had happened. This is where the bottle of rum, I heroically had salvaged, came in very handy.

In the morning it was time to confront Rudy with our demands. All we got however was a petty USD 100 in cash and rudeness. What’s more is that Rudy admitted that the boat was uninsured. Furthermore, while aboard the boat Rudy could not contact the coastguard as his radio equipment did not work. What would have happened if our boat was sinking in the middle of the ocean and we had to be rescued? The sheer horror!

At least the transportation back to Panama City was organized so we had that going on for us, which is nice (#insertmemehere).

I had very responsibly taken out several insurance policies precisely for events like these. But surprise surprise: They deny cover when the insured person is between countries and aboard a boat in the open sea. That meant no refund for the trip, the damaged or lost items nor for the immense emotional damage my fragile soul had to endure (oh the drama). Not even a confirmation from the authorities helped.

But hey, the whole thing makes for a hell of a story. If not for me than certainly for the live lobsters that Rudy had bought from the local Kuna people and then graciously released back into the sea after the reef incident. Luckiest day of those bastards’ life I’d say. 

To say the least, the last couple of days in Panama City were underwhelming. Rainy weather, unimpressive sights, sketchy neighborhoods, a horrible date with a self obsessed wannabe instagrammer and a party that didn’t live up to its own name. The mighty Panama canal however was indeed impressive and worth a visit. 

I was now more than ready to call it quits and fly back home to family, friends and my dear friend’s wedding.

It was an unforgettable, exciting and thrilling journey. Back then I already knew that it was not gonna be my last one. And here I am, writing these lines, nine years later on my second big backpacking trip, which is every bit as amazing as the first one. 

And as they say, three times is a charm, so I keep my fingers crossed…

PS: Ever since that incident, San Blas was a major trigger topic for me and it was clear that I would go on this trip again and so I did in October 2022. It was as amazing as everyone said it would be. I had immense luck with the captain, the other passengers and the weather. Of course I had to tell the boat wreckage story and guess what? The captain knew Rudy. Apparently he is known as “the clown” among the other captains. Not only that but he spilled some further tea. Get this: After the tragic sinking of the African Titanic (or Queen) he had bought another boat. That boat apparently did sink AS WELL! And now he’s still standing (or floating) with his third vessel “Alessandra”. The stamina this guy has is astonishing, I give him that.

PPS: Back in 2013, when I embarked on my backpacking extravaganza, I had a song stuck in my head called "U Got the Power" by Swiss Lips. Well, that song stuck with me throughout the entire trip. You'll find out soon, why....

[scorpioracha]

Skz during your period

Hey guys!! This is dedicated to my lovely wife @moonacholy who encouraged me to write this. I hope you guys also enjoy this. Leave all the reblogs,likes and little comments your heart desires cause they keep me writing

Bang Chan 방찬

-If there was an Olympic category for best boyfriend Chan would pull gold every time and I put that on GOD. He is so?? Goddamn attentive during your period??? -You want,need,crave and long for NOTHING. Your pain? Taken seriously. Your cravings?? It doesn’t matter if you’re craving something damn near halfway across town, he’s gonna go and get it.

-He always makes sure you’re stocked up on pads and tampons, if he’s shopping by himself he’ll just pick some up and add it to the cart, yes he already bought some a few weeks ago but it’s better safe than sorry.

-oh you’re in class or at work and you got cramps?? Guess where you’re no longer gonna be��� mf is dropping whatever he’s doing and coming to get you IMMEDIATELY.

-you’re getting tucked in bed, snacks left on the dresser and a little cuddle session before Channie has to get back in the studio.

-So reluctant to leave your side too🥺 he doesn’t like seeing you in any sort of pain so he’s very tempted to just not go back, but you’re like ???? I’m still grown Channie jc—

-leaves you with wolf Chan to cuddle and checks up on you every hour making sure you’re alright

Minho 리노

-This tsundere little shit. He wants you on bedrest rest pretty much the entire time. You’ve got hw? You can do it in bed. You’re hungry? Don’t move, he will feed you…in bed. You’re bored, take a nap, it’s good for you. As long as you don’t need to use the bathroom or shower, he wants you in bed.

-Mother hen headass, Minho is so mommy omg???

“Ya y/n-ah, drink this”

“What is it?”

“Ginger tea”

And

“No no, drink warm water, cold water will give you cramps!!!”

“Minho pls I’m dying🥲”

-Massages your tummy for you and your pelvis cause cramps are a bitch

-has a million multi vitamins specifically for you

“Have you taken your vitamin B’s?”

“Yes ba-“

“What about your Vitamin E? Your vitamin C???”

“Minho yes-“

“I’m making salmon for dinner, you need omega-3”

-Still bullies the fuck out of you at the same time tho???

“Stop walking like that”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve got a stick up your ass…or in this case your vagin-“

-Still wakes up early in the morning to fix you breakfast and gives you pain killers if he realizes you’re fussing🥺

-Will throw sooni,doongi and dori in bed with you at random intervals cause cats fix everything

-all in all best boy

Changbin 창빈

-Ima be so real rn, this is the mf that makes

you go on walks to help your cramps💀 you can be on your death bed and he’s like ‘let’s go outside☀️🌈☺️✨’ and you’re just like ‘…boy stfu istg ima beat your ass-‘

-So ultimately when that doesn’t work and you threaten to leave him, things relocate to the living room. He has an older sister so he’s not completely clueless but he’s also like ????😧 when you start crying over an episode of SpongeBob cause whoa whoa whoa what’s goin on??

-If you’re the type that has mood swings this mf becomes the most peaceful and amicable person you’ve ever met. If you’re ranting to him and you’re wrong, at that current moment no you’re not.

“…and then I told her to get tf out of my face with her breath smelling like halitosis but I’m wrong???😒”

“N-no jagi, absolutely not🤡”

-draws you bubble baths!! He knows heat can help with cramps so he makes it all bougie and nice with the candles and rose petals and lavender body wash. Then you start crying again and he’s like😧😰 and it’s honestly just a mess but you appreciated it very much

-this dude is feeding you nothing but the finest and freshest stuff cause it’s better for you during your period. You getting all the major food groups whether you like or not.

“Binnie, I just want a burger🥺-“

“You better eat that damn salad y/n😒”

You couldn’t even be mad cause he knows how to throw down when it comes to a salad

Hyunjin 현진

-Oh this poor baby😭 he’d be going on about the strength of the uterus and how strong you are for doing this every month when you’re deadass three seconds away from committing a crime of passion🤡

-Will take up the majority of the housework with no problem, especially if you’ve got work or classes that day. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Drying as we speak. Bedroom? Clean. Bathroom? Sparking. Hotel? Trivago.

-Is extra affectionate when you’re on your period, and a lot more gentle in general. He knows you can feel extra crappy during this time especially if you also struggle with mental health so, extra forehead kisses, little notes in your backpack and all the cute little text messages that say ‘x y and x made me think of you❤️’

-He’s already known to give into your cravings but literally does not hold back during your period. Oh? You were simply THINKING about tteokbokki? Well he doesn’t know why it’s there either, but since it is I guess you gotta eat it🙄

-Will genuinely think you’re dying if you say your cramps are killing you💀 he’s fucking rushing around the house grabbing shit and you’re like ???🧍🏾‍♀️

-you send him out to get pads and mf comes back with literally every kind the store has

“I didn’t know which ones you needed🥺”

-s n a t c h e s any form of caffeine out of your hand

“It’s not good for your cramps😠”

-Will try to get you to consume one(1) fruit

Jisung 지성

-honestly this boy is so lost lmao—

-He is literally walking on eggshells around the house and doesn’t mention it cause he doesn’t want to say/do the wrong thing

-y���all are cuddling and he’s stiff as a board. You’re just sitting there like “boy what the fuck😒”

-you have to corner him to figure out what is wrong with him and poor baby is shaking like a leaf. He doesn’t know jackshit about periods and I mean that with all the love in my heart. He’s the type to ask ‘what size pussy you wear?’ and mean it

-you’re honestly wondering how he made it this far in life running off of the most basic knowledge

-but he’s so fucking funny to mess with so you just make up random period facts knowing that he’s gonna take your word for it.

“Sungie, did you know that the average person loses three cups of blood during their period?”

“T-thr-three cu-cups???😰”

And you’re just sitting there trying not to fucking ascend because he looks so concerned

-Doesn’t really have the intuition to get you stuff on his own, but has no problem if you ask him to. He’ll call you like

“Hey babe! Do you use the super soaker or the super soaker plus?”

And you’re just like

“…huh🧍🏾‍♀️”

-keeps a small stash of essentials in his studio along with a pillow,a blanket and some of his comfy clothes just in case you’re feeling fatigued🥺

-Will bring bbama over for baby cuddles if you’re having a rough day

Felix 필릭스

-Our little sunshine boy knows when you’re getting your period before you do. With two sisters and basic observation skills he can pretty much tell when you’re due and silently preps the house with anything you might be running low on.

-all the cuddles!! Pretty much attaches himself to your back the entire time as your own personal space heater.

-literally does so much research on things that might help cramps from foods to aromatherapy to orgasms to yoga. He just wants to make you as comfortable as you can be.

-He’s not one to be squeamish about blood. You bled through the sheets? He’ll just chuck them in the wash, it’s no big deal.

-he’s not gonna keep you on lockdown but he strongly advises for you to get more rest and tell him if you wanna take it easy that day🥺 it doesn’t matter what the plans were, if you’re not feeling up to it anymore he’ll reschedule and you guys can spend the day cuddling

-if he’s stuck at work, he will send you takeout straight to your house to make sure you’re eating. Also obligatory FaceTimes during the day.

“Y/n! I’ve got like five minutes, I ran away from Chan to call y-“

“FELIX!”

-brownies,cookies,cake pops, Rice Krispie’s, whatever you’re craving Felix will make it. This also comes with the extra effort of fighting off the boys in the dorm so it can get to you in one peace.

Seungmin 승민

-here we have our favorite unbothered nonchalant king. He doesn’t really treat you any differently unless you ask him to?

-Well at least that’s may how it appears to others. He likes to take care of you in much more lowkey ways, picking up around the house,cooking dinner,packing lunches and with his sugar daddy tendencies making sure you’ve always got pocket money.

So what if you just so happen to find a fifty in your wallet? Now you can go out with your girls after school.

-He likes to lurk in the background a lot of the time trusting that you’ll come to him for help, but if he sees that you’re obviously in pain and not doing anything about it he’s quite literally taking your ass to bed. Then you have to deal with his disappointed little puppy frown AND cramps while he fusses over you

-Will try to distract you with tv shows and talking about his day and if that doesn’t work turns in mom pt.2

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes”

“Water?”

“Yes”

“Gotten any sun?”

“Seungmin i’m not a plant!!!”

-Will serenade you with any song you desire might pout if you decline any day6

-Will let the affectionate puppy in him out if you’re really have a horrible time :( you get to experience cuddlemin first hand all while he threatens to murder you if you tell anyone about it☺️

-Honestly is lowkey shitting himself because he doesn’t know what to do and can’t fix it and it’s driving him insane🤡

-honestly just pats your head while you nap and frantically texts his older sister asking what to do

Jeongin 정인

-This baby is right up there with Jisung but slightly less clueless. It’s more than likely that you might be his first gf or at least one of the few he’s had so he’s not really experienced in this category

-Kinda just forks over whatever you want whenever you want it. Hoodies,sweatpants,baseball caps, whatever you want it’s yours.

-If he’s got time he loves to pick you up from uni and do something special like take you to a cafe to get something sweet or to walk around the park(his binnie hyung said walks are good for cramps)

-panics whenever you’re in any amount of pain “do we need to go to the emergency room😰”

-Is the boyfriend who does the cramps simulator because he wants to know what it feels like for you

…

He almost throws up but that’s besides the point

-After that you immediately get the princess treatment, you will not have to lift a damn finger as long as he’s there.

-Will go protective guard dog on you if any of the boys are messing with you too much. “Cut it out!! Y/n isn’t feeling well😠🔪🤺”

It’s very cute if you’re being honest but you tell him it’s alright. He’s still going to be protective of you anyways. Extra cautious when you’re walking outside, always having his hand on the small of your back.

-shoves pain meds down your throat on a god damn SCHEDULE. His innie senses start tingling the minute you express any sort of discomfort and he’s zooming to the medicine cabinet.

“Innie my liver💀”

“But your tummy hurt🥺”

-Also the type to rub your tummy and look at you like 🥺 ‘my poor babyyyy’, kissing all over your temples and cheeks

-he touches your boobs once(1) and almost gets yeeted into the stratosphere

-He almost cried because he didn’t know it would hurt you cause he always grabs your tiddies when you’re cuddling😭

-wakes up in the middle of the night to grab your heating pad and get you a snack

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I swear Frankie fits into any job or AU we all come up with, but maybe that’s just because we’re all here for a soft competent boyfriend fantasy so everything we think of fits 😂 but I especially approve of fisherman Frankie because when I was 10 I saw Man of Steel which didn’t interest me at all EXCEPT for the scene where Henry Cavill was an Alaskan fisherman lmao. I mean, imagine Frankie in a cable knit sweater and a wool beanie? With cheeks all red from the cold? Cuddling with him after he comes in from a long fall day on the water? Him making you the best and freshest fish dinner you’ve ever had? Ugh I’m single 😩 time to reread some fics 😫

Oh GOD frankie in a beanie!!! 😫

I think I wrote that into one of my fics...the snow day one! He would look super fucking cute in a little wool beanie with his curls sticking out 🥺

He gets home and gets right in the shower because he wants his cuddles but doesn't wanna make you end up smelling like fish. While cuddling he tells you all about his day, what he caught, and how he brought some of it home instead of selling it. He listens to music as he cooks and you're always his taste tester so he can ask you if he needs to add anything.

Y'all got me yearning for a goddamn fisherman now 🤣🤣🤣

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

Sensual Soliloquies

A/N: This is the first time in a couple years that I’ve attempted writing any type of fanfiction, let alone smut. This is going to be extremely detailed as well, so try not to cream yourselves too early. I give the credit for the Klaus traveling in time shit to @badsext because of her Klaus x Nathan fic. Go read it, it’s quite lovely.

Warnings: smoking, detailed sexual actions, probably some cussing here or there, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you back it up), and threesome I guess if that counts

 “Klaus, where the fuck are we?” you ask him, confused to no end.

“Um, Berlin, Germany. Some time in the far future, and the apocalypse of 2019 either happened and didn’t fuck anything up, or just didn’t happen.”

  Klaus touched another fucking suitcase (he told you about the previous time, and the previous heartbreak) and somehow ended up transporting the both of you to Berlin. Everything around you is very neon, and drone-like machines fly by, carrying what seem to be food boxes. You two landed in an alleyway of what seemed to be a bigger building. There was an old fashioned looking car, and a concrete overhang type place. The “Only Employee” door gave off the vibe that you weren’t supposed to be there. Well, to be frank, you weren’t even supposed to be in that year.

“This place might be a strip club or a hooker joint.” Klaus points out, closing his eyes, deeply sighing.

“What makes you think that?” you ask, curious as to where he got that outlandish idea from. (Honestly it’s not the most outward idea he’s come up with since you’d met him.)

  He points to the window, where there seemed to be a naked robot with exaggerated female features dancing on a pole. Through the window, there’s also people, presumably strippers, dancing on tables, shaking ass, getting handed money. It turns you on just a bit, because something about cellulite being pushed against tight clothing got you going. That thought process, however, got pushed aside when a person walked through the employee door, outside. They were alone. The person looked somewhat like Klaus for some odd reason, mostly in the face region. Blonde hair swooped into a low-grade emo fringe, what looked like plastic covered their forehead, a kimono with tassels, and a deconstructed suit vest with tight pants.

“Oh fuck, hide.” Klaus whispered as quiet as possible, prompting the both of you to dive behind the old car.

“The suitcase!” you thought, about to reach out to get it, but the person was already swaying their way towards you two. They, however, didn’t seem to notice you two, as they lit what looked to be a cigarette, and took a deep inhale.

  The position that you find yourselves in proves to be quite compromising. Literally and figuratively. You were pushed up against Klaus’ groin area, as you couldn’t be choosers when about to be possible prosecuted. He groans lightly, trying to adjust you off of him, but that proves to be quite stupid as the person stops mid drag and calls out.

“Who’s there?” You have half of a mind to answer, but Klaus was just a tad drunk so he squeaked lightly.

“What the fuck?” they yell, looking to the source of the sound, only to find you and Klaus huddled together behind the car. The person seemed to have a slight accent, German, you suspect, and a higher pitch to their voice. Although that might be due to the fact that they were scared out of their fucking mind to find two people, one who looked like them behind a goddamn car.

  The two of you come out from behind the car, like two children caught trying to steal candy. Klaus tries to put his hands in front of his crotch, as his bulge hadn’t faded yet. You were already willing to formulate the truth instead of a lie, it was Germany for fucks sake, and you didn’t know if they went back to the old ways.

“Please explain to me who the fuck you two are, why the fuck you’re hiding behind a car that isn’t yours, and why you have your hands in front of your pants, hon?” he says, nodding his cigarette over to Klaus, who blushes at those words.

“We-” Klaus starts, but he was drunk, and you didn’t want to cause any confusion.

“We come from the past, and the suitcase you saw on the ground is how we got here. It allows you to go to a specific place and time, typically to kill another person. Klaus, here, um, grabbed one in his stupor and here we are, in front of you. Might I ask, what year is it?” you said in one breath, about to be prepared to start running if this person had a hidden glock.

“It’s 2037 love. For starters, my name is Luba, I work at this strip joint here and as an escort, uh. Sorry, I’m just a little baffled, understandably. You know what, my shift ends in like 5 minutes, and my boss won’t mind if I leave early. How about I order some food for all of us because I can’t cook for shit, and we’ll talk over at my place. It doesn’t seem like you two planned anything ,so I’ll care for you two ‘til then.” he offers, looking at us with curiosity.

“That sounds good, but before that, could I please get a drag of that, might as well cross-fade in fucking Berlin. Maybe we’ll get Amsterdam next time.” Klaus asks, looking for approval.

  Luba obliges, and the two of them make shared eye contact, and hand contact, which ends up being lingering. Oh, the thoughts running through your head at that moment in time. Naughty, very naughty indeed. You just meet Luba though, and he might not even be into chicks. He goes back inside, and tells the two of you to meet him up front, and you travel there, and he shows up exactly when the two of you were about to dip out.

“Come on, my place is just a walk from here, it shouldn’t tire the two of you out too much.” he says, starting to walk in a direction. You two follow him, hungry, cold, and of course horny. 

  The moment you two arrive at Luba’s apartment, the feeling of hippy isn’t uncommon. There were tapestries on the walls, and potted plants decorated the shelves. There was even an old fashioned bong sitting on the table, and it looked clean for the most part. It seemed like a very cozy place, and the serenity was only bound to end. The two of you lurked around very lightly, taking in the fact that the Nazis didn’t find you. Luba presumably went to his room to set his kimono and keys down, then he came in, only to find you and Klaus wandering around his living room, trying to figure out the vintage things from the modern ones.

“Hey, um, what do you too want for dinner? We can talk over it, and it doesn't take too long to order since everything is air-delivered,” he said, in which Klaus mumbled whatever’s fine, and you nodded along. “Chinese it is,”Luba says, typing into a little machine, and opening his living room window for the bot to come through.

    The food couldn’t come soon enough because Klaus started to sweat and get the shakes, a clear symptom of his withdrawals. They’d been getting a little better, but ever since the cult fucked him over, he’d been drinking again. Plus, the 60’s were like the haven for every drug in existence. Klaus wanted to make sure he got the freshest Mary Jane whenever possible. You, on the other hand, tended to stay away from drugs, only drinking every now and then, and smoking weed only when you felt like it. It wasn’t a constant feeling, but sometimes it was stronger than others. All three of you made your ways to the kitchen, and looked out of the window until the bot announced itself, and dropped the food off on the coffee table with the bong on it.

“Thank god! Food’s here. Limes and cherries from cocktails only go so far y’know. And those peanuts, ugh, they’re stale and taste like sweat.” Luba says, ripping the box open on the kitchen island. The box contained what looked like non-cardboard containers filled with soup dumplings, lo mein noodles, a very small order of broccoli, crab rangoon, and a fuck garlic chicken. Luba pulled out a bottle of wine and some water in glasses.

  The lot of you dug in quickly, as you and Klaus hadn’t eaten in a good 8 hours, and Luba had only eaten a small breakfast that morning. Between bites, you and Klaus explained how you two got in Germany, and your lives before that. He mentioned the Umbrella Academy and his siblings, even mentioning their powers. He was truly comfortable around Luba, he didn’t even mention his siblings when he first met you. They both even mentioned the fact that they look very similar, even though they’re years apart. The meal was stretching to a close, but Luba asked a very compromising question.

“What about the two of you, huh? I’ve been trying to figure out, with the small amount of time that I’ve known you two. Are you two friends or fuck buddies, hmm?” he asks, a sly smirk on his face as he sultrily wipes his mouth, and sets his napkin on his plate, steepling his hands under his chin. These words caused a blush to dust across the both of your cheeks, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Klaus adjusting his bulge as well as he could.

“We’re lovers, but started off as friends.” you answered, leaning forward, letting your cleavage become slightly visible. Sticking your ass out just enough to get Klaus riled up from beside you.

  Luba nods in acknowledgement, then also adjusts himself from what you can see. You all put your plates away, making quick work of rinsing them, then placing them in the deep sink. Luba moves to the living room, sitting on his couch and spreading his legs just enough to make his bulge visible in those oh-so tight pants. You both sit on the side of him, trying to edge those naughty thoughts from your heads.

“So, are we gonna fuck or what?” Luba asks casually, looking between the two of you, glancing at your lips and Klaus’ little problem.

“Yeah, why not. When in Berlin, I guess.” you say, leaning across to catch Luba’s lips with your own, catching his braided hair with your hand. His lips are surprisingly soft, and his tongue fights for dominance with your own, slowly becoming more of a stalemate, settling for pleasure.

   You move into Luba’s lap, softly grinding against him to take the edge off of the simmering pleasure in your lower abdomen. Klaus turns the two of you lightly, only so he could catch Luba’s neck, gently kissing and nibbling it, leaving red marks in his wake. He licks the prominent carotid vein in his neck, biting it to draw a high moan out of Luba, causing him to draw away from the kiss to dust your neck with kisses, stopping at your collarbone to bite there, and to continue to grind against you, and Klaus pushes up against the blonde haired individual, trying to rub his dick slowly against the rough material of Luba’s vest.

“We should move somewhere more….accomodating for three people, some would say.” Klaus says, breathing lightly on Luba’s neck, licking along the length of his earlobe. You shudder at the ending of your session, but oblige, knowing that Klaus could get a little squirmy when he was being pleasured substantially.

  The bedroom is somewhat different from the couch..or should I say love seat. You sit on the bed making out with Luba, but Klaus is sitting on the edge of the bed, sneaking a hand behind his navy blue bell bottoms, and slowly rubbing himself to get that constant source of endorphins moving. You moan lightly at the sensation of Luba rubbing himself against you, giving you just the lightest of clitoral stimulation. Wet smacks fill the air as you move down Luba’s form, biting at his smooth chest, and he moans beautifully next to your ear, giving it a nice bite to punctuate his gyrations against your pelvis. He pulls away from you just long enough to catch Klaus about to cum, only to stop him in his tracks.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I haven’t even sucked you off yet.” Luba says, making his way over to him.

  Klaus sheepishly stands up with his prominent boner not being even close to hidden in those pants of his. You take your pants off on the bed, along with your shirt, and slip a hand into your panties, getting ready to enjoy what was about to be placed in front of you. Luba lands a kiss on Klaus’ lips, gropes his ass once, then kisses the loathed bulge put before him. He pulls Klaus' pants down, just so he can see his project, then gets to work. Luba takes Klaus’ cock entirely, balls in all and moans around the length, Klaus replying in earnest. He pops off of Klaus’ balls, focusing on the head of his dick. He gives little kitten licks to the tip, making prolonged eye contact with Klaus. He takes him inch by inch, savoring every little bit of his dick that he could get his plump lips on. You also saw Luba’s tongue making work of the vein showing on the underside of Klaus’ dick.

   Luba reached his hands around and groped Klaus’ ass, kneading it between his hands, paying special attention to it. All while looking at Klaus with the biggest, brightest doe eyes the world did see. His emerald pierced the identical ones Klaus owned, sending him into a fit of moans and whimpers. He starts bobbing his head around the length, hollowing his cheeks to get that perfect feeling Klaus wanted deeply. He pulled off with a delicious pop , Klaus giving one last perfect moan from his lips. You’d been touching yourself heavily, not yet letting the slick fingers fully penetrate your hole. Just barely getting there. Luba strips himself clean, leaving his dick standing proudly against his flat stomach, small beads of precum falling from the tip, slowly making their way down to the base of his dick. Klaus also strips himself, moving over to where you were sitting on the bed, catching your lips between his own, then making quick work of your bra and panties.

  He catches each nipple between his mouth, suckling lightly on the buds. Luba also joins in on the fun, and starts slowly fingering Klaus’ asshole, drawing a low moan out of his busy lips. Klaus draws himself away from you, just long enough to also draw Luba away, who drags you on top of him. Klaus takes his spot behind you, jacking himself off lightly. You don’t know where this is heading, but it looks like it’s about to be beautifully seductive and erotic. Apparently condoms didn’t exist in the future, but that was the least of your worries. Luba sat patiently, waiting for you to slip onto his cock, hands ready to catch you if you fall.

  You slowly climbed onto Luba’s cock, stretching yourself deliciously, drawing a surprisingly strong moan from yourself. Luba’s dick is just about the same as Klaus’. It’s thicker than it is long, and light stubble covers his pelvic area. It’s not much pain, but lots of pleasure for you. Luba closed his eyes in pleasure, and lets out a loud grunt, putting his hands on your hips, grasping onto you. You slowly start to move on his length, moving up and down very slowly, then very quickly, as you’re used to Klaus being rough with you, and that’s what you took best.

And apparently so does Luba.

   He moans and yells underneath you, moving his hips up to meet yours at every interval you move. Your breasts bounce wonderfully to each movement, and whenever Luba opens his eyes, it’s all he can see. Every now and then, his eyes go to Klaus, who attacks your neck and jerks himself off to your pace with his near lookalike. As well as that, Luba likes to look at where your pussy and his dick meet, being the source of this delicious pleasure. Things start to get a little calm, but Klaus gets a very, very naughty idea. He leans into your ear and fucking dirty talks you while you’re riding Luba into the goddamned sunset.

“Fuck yeah, you like riding that cock huh? Oh, such a dirty fucking girl, getting me all riled up. Yeah, clench that sweet pussy of yours around his fucking cock. Feeling it reach deep into your fucking love tunnel, banging up against your womb. Such a fucking slut. You know you want that cum painting your insides.” he says into your ear, humping a pillow from Luba’s bed. He moans in deep pleasure, grunting and whimpering at the noises you make. Klaus reaches forward to grope your tits, harshly squeezing them so that you can feel each finger rubbing against that skin.

  Luba hears what’s going on, and it only brings him closer to his own orgasm. He moans louder now, confident in his ability to pleasure you. Him speeding up his own thrusts makes you clench your wet pussy around him, squeezing with all the might in your being. Klaus also speeds up his humping, and his words get dirtier and hornier. 

“Yeah, make him cum hard, just like you milk me whenever you can. He’ll be saying your name like a mantra when you’re done with him. Oh, good girl, riding him like a fucking champ. Don;t you feel him getting closer and closer while his dick gets harder, yeah? Want him to pump your fucking womb full of cum, yeah? Make you want more.” he says, reaching his own peak, moaning sensually in your ear as he releases onto his stomach and your back.

That action may have given you the best orgasm in the history of your sex life.

  You moan loudly and clench the hardest you’ve ever done so, sparking you to squirt messily all over Luba’s stomach. He cums after you, pumping you full of his cum. He covered his face when he came, and he moaned into oblivion. The three of you slowly recover from your orgasms, very slowly. Luba went to go fetch a wet washcloth, but not after kissing the both of you on the lips. You recover the slowest, and Klaus rubs your back as the aftershocks start rolling in. Luba cleans you up, and places his pillowcase in the wash. He also changes his sheets, but not after handing you a morning after pill, because in the early conversation over dinner that seemed so far away, you mentioned that you’d wanted kids much later in life.

  You three sleep soundly, cuddled up against each other for warmth. You feel like you’re on Cloud 9 with that day and it’d only go downhill from there.

Masterlist

[chimilkie]

highest of highs

pairing; jeongguk x reader

genre; angst + fluff

summary; after he almost kills your ass after you leave work over a piece of chicken, you decide taking him home is a good idea.

warnings; strong language ?? does there need to be a warning for that?? aggressive, like rlly aggressive guk in the beginning

an:// fuckkkkk this gif ;)) also, i feel like it’s safe to point out that sometimes i spell his name jungkook and sometimes i spell it jeongguk,, i haven’t decided which one i like best yet (and probably never will, considering i’m already three years into this bangtan shithole :0 )

life wasn’t the best for you at the moment. but really was it ever good for anyone? you had began college a mere two years ago and were currently diving in a pool of debts on your apartment and your insurance. you had classes in the mornings, were working through the afternoon and then into the nights, and you spent most of the hours after midnight working on all the ridiculous assignments that needed to be completed even though they had nothing to do with your major. sleep was a rare case, but it was helpful when you finally managed to get some.

work hadn't been kind to you today, with angry customers yelling at you over a mistake the chef had made and drinks "accidentally" being spilled on you more than a few times by the one coworker who seemed to hate you more than anything. you just wanted to get home and maybe make yourself a quick meal of cup noodles before falling asleep.

it wasn’t till another ten minutes later that you realized you didn’t HAVE cup noodles at the apartment. or anything else for that matter. with that thought in mind and a roll of your eyes, you turned around and made your way back towards the market a few blocks down.

you didn’t have much money to spend, as your last paycheck went towards rent and the water bill. the market was practically empty when you made it there and the doors were held open with shopping carts, letting the winter air sweep into the front of the building.

you quickly made your way to the produce in the back and grabbed the freshest looking chicken you saw. you ushered out of the building after paying for your meal, not even bothering with small talk as the women at the cash register didn’t seem all that interested either.

you wrapped the bag around your wrist, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets to prevent yourself from getting frostbite and practically dying at the thought of the 15 minute walk ahead of you.

there was a rather large crack in the sidewalk ahead of you so you cut around it, resulting in you walking closer to a dark alley than you would have originally wanted. the closer your feet came to the edge of the large shadow, the more weary you began to feel.

and the sudden bone-chilling growl that echoed into the cold night didn’t necessarily help. you froze, turning to stare into the darkness with eyes as wide as saucers. you frowned, beginning to shuffle backwards before something lunged out and grabbed you roughly, slamming you back against the wall of the alley. you yelped as your head hit the brick and you instinctively raised your hands to push against the strangers chest. your eyes quickly adjusted and you were immediately able to make out the floppy black dog ears atop his head.

"p-please, i didn’t mean to intrude... i was just trying to-" you managed to stutter out before he growled and his gaze shifted quickly down to your dinner around your wrist. he immediately went to grab it from you but you snatched it back towards yourself and lifted your hands once more to his shoulders to try and shove him away. you managed to shove him back a few feet so that you could stumble back into the light on the sidewalk.

he glared at you, not daring to step out from the alley where you could potentially scream to gain the attention of a nearby hybrid catcher, who would probably illegally sell him to a rich man who would only want the dog for his body. you began to walk back preparing to turn and run when you took a good look at the boy in front of you. he looked quite strong, but he obviously hadn't eaten in awhile.

he huffed and seemed to visibly give up, turning away from you and beginning to walk back deeper into the alley. you frowned before scurrying a little closer and placing the bag of chicken on the ground. he stopped, turning to you with a glare before it slightly softened when he saw the chicken being offered to him. you didn't wait to see if he'd take it, you just turned to jog in the opposite direction.

when you finally made it back home, you slammed the door shut behind you before leaning back against it and holding your hand to your chest. you no longer had a dinner, but you were more focused on the fact that a hybrid almost just ripped your throat out over a bag of goddamn chicken.

the next day work and classes went by quicker than they ever had before. you could barely focus on anything other than the stray you had come across the night before. how long had he been there? had he eaten the chicken you left for him? you frowned, shaking your head to think about things that actually needed to get done the next few days.

you didn’t get paid till after the weekend and you were already running way too low on money. your friendly coworker was nice enough to give you a ride how after both of your shifts ended considering it had started to snow heavily. "thank you wooyoung." you smiled him, wrapping him in a quick hug before shutting the car door and jogging up the front steps of your apartment building. you turned to him and waved after scanning your keycard, before turning and making your way through the lobby. you smiled politely at the young security guard and he grinned back.

"evening miss y/n. i’m hoping you had a ride here? it’s getting pretty bad out there." he commented tossing you one of the lollipops from the glass bowl on the front desk.

"ah, yes. wooyoung-ah was kind enough to drive me here from work." you caught the pop and pocketed it.

he nodded. "very well, then. have a good night miss."

you laughed softly and threw up your hand in a quick wave. "you as well, jiwon-oppa."

once you had changed into some cute christmas pajama pants, you microwaved yourself some quick cup noodles that you had found in the back of your cabinet. while you waited for it to heat up you moved towards your small living room. you gripped the red fabric of your curtains before tugging them open and physically feeling your heart drop.

it was practically a blizzard out there in only a matter of minutes and the first thing your mind went to was the hybrid from the night before. was he still out in this? you didn’t stand there any longer to think about it. you turned, slipping on the slippers next to your couch and grabbing the coat from the rack next to you door.

you yanked it over your shoulders and bolted down the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator to reach your floor. once you reached the ground floor, you shoved the staircase door open and ran across the lobby. "miss y/n! where are you going?" you heard jiwon yell out from behind you. you turned to face the young man after reaching the front door.

"i’ll be back soon jiwon-oppa! i just have to run a quick errand!" you called, not waiting for the reply before pushing the door open and racing towards the alleyway where you had the altercation with the hybrid the night before.

you hadn't realized how truly cold it was outside until you were running down the inches of snow on the sidewalk in only your bunny slippers - which had turned out to be a horrible idea now that your feet were already freezing and wet.

you had made it to the alleyway in no time sliding to a stop in front of the entrance. you didn’t waste any time, as you knew the longer you stayed out here with barely enough layers on the sicker you would end up. "hello?" you called, tentatively stepping into the darkness. you glanced around a dumpster that was blocking most of the alley only to see nothing behind it.

you were on the verge of turning and quickly making your way back home when you heard something crash and fall farther down the alley. you froze, before slipping around the dumpster and making your way towards a bunch of garbage cans pushed together to make a wall of some sorts. you moved around the cans and stilled when you noticed the hybrid curled into a ball and leaning back against the brick wall.

his eyes locked with yours and a loud growl left his lips. he stood, leaving the safety of the cans and stalking towards you. the closer he got, the more he came into focus. his cheeks and nose were stained a flushed pink and there was snow piling up on his dark black hair.

he grabbed your forearm and shoved you back against the stack of cardboard. another growl left his throat and his glare hardened. "what the hell are you doing here?" he demanded baring what looked like bunny teeth with two sharp canines shining threateningly.

"i-" you got choked up, eyes flicking around the alley trying to find words to say. what had you planned to do? take him home with you? what would you even do then? you didn’t know how to care for a hybrid, much less one who literally wanted to rip your throat out the first chance he got. "it’s really cold out here. and i-it’s snowing really bad. and i was home and thought about you i guess... and i wanted to know if you were still out here i guess."

he scoffed and snapped his jaw at you in defense. "well i’m still out here, girl. you can head home now."

you shook your head and stood you ground. you tried to push him back but failed, only resulting in him tilting his head at you as if requesting you to challenge him. "no, i... i want you to come with me."

he barked out a humorless laugh and threw his head back. "i’m sorry?"

you clenched your hands into fists, and tried to ignore how cold your feet and ankles were. "you can’t stay out here on your own, you need to be inside during the storm. at least take my bed for the night and i’ll take couch. i can’t let you freeze out here, which won’t take long considering what you’re wearing."

the hybrid only had on a pair of black hospital sweatpants and a wet hoodie that he must've stolen from a street shop. he rolled his eyes and turned away from you with a chuckle. "go home, human. i don’t need help from your kind. get out of here before i realize how hungry i am and rip your goddamn throat out."

you stopped, debating your options here. you could continue to pester him and possibly risk him murdering you or you could leave and have him weighing on your conscious. "no!" you cried, you stomped forward and grabbing his shoulder attempting to yank him to fake you. "please. please come with me, you’re going to get hypothermia and that’s if pneumonia and frostbite don’t get to you first. you’re going to freeze just come with me." you begged, grabbing his hand with the one that wasn’t holding his forearm.

he glared, his eyes remaining hard as he eyed you up and down. "you try to turn me in, you call any authority, and you won’t live to tell them about me."

you nodded, releasing a shaky sigh before pulling him behind you. "okay, i won’t. i promise. but come on please, my toes feel like they’re about to fall off."

it took you awhile to get there, trying to navigate your way through the literal snowstorm you were stuck in and also trying to keep more snow for compacting into your slippers. you pushed the door to the lobby open, pulling the hybrid in behind you.

"y/n, thank god i was so worried-" jiwon began but then froze when he saw the growling boy behind you. the man wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him tightly keeping his hard eyes on the security guard. "uh... you want to... explain?"

"um..." you faked a yawn, throwing your arms in the air dramatically before grabbing the hybrid's wrist and pulling him after you. "i would love to but i am just SO tired and i’ll have to get back to you on that." you rushed to slip you and the young man into the elevator before hurriedly pressing the seven button repeatedly.

you let out a breath of relief and leaned back against the wall as you watched the numbers tick up as you passed certain floors. you led him out once the doors opened and made your way to the front door of your apartment, slipping your keycard into the slot next to the handle.

once you opened the front door, you were smacked in the face with the hot air from your heater. you listened to the hybrid behind you let out a long breath of relief. "okay, um. i’ll get you a towel and show you to the bathroom so you can shower if you want. you like cup noodles right?" you rushed out, turning to face him once you locked your door and slipped off your slippers and coat.

he glared and backed up once he realized how close you both were. "i’ve never had them." he huffed out.

"oh... well while you take a shower i’ll heat some up for you and set up my bed." you turned to the hallway closet to get a towel for him when you heard him grunt.

"i’ll take the couch."

"no. no, no, no, no, no." you shook your head not even bothering to face him. "i’m not letting you take the couch. besides, i rather like to sleep on the couch. that way i can fall asleep to the television."

he didn’t say anything else after that and you were rather happy about that. after you showed him how to work the shower and what products were for what, you made your way to the kitchen to reheat the noodles for him. it wasn’t long before he made his way into the kitchen with only a towel around his waist. you squeaked when you noticed, quickly rushing out of the kitchen.

"eat those noodles!" you called over your shoulder. "i’ll get you something to wear while you do."

you rushed into your room, looking for the clothes that your best friend's hybrid had left here the last time he slept over. you were glad namjoon had decided to leave a pair of sweats and a shirt - as you were sure the man in your kitchen wouldn’t enjoy joon's usual matching silk pajamas that seokjin insisted on spoiling him with.

rushing back to the kitchen, you watched as he shoveled down the last of the noodles with a content sigh. "hey." he jumped slightly and whipped around to face you, his usual glare settling on his face. "sorry, uhm, here i found you some stuff to wear."

he stood and made his way to you. he leaned down, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and rubbing gently. he pulled back after a few seconds and grabbed the clothes from your hands before turning towards the direction of your bathroom to change into the set of clothes.

once the bathroom door closed, you rushed to your phone at the counter and quickly dialed seokjin's number.

"hello?" a groggy voice broke through. namjoon.

"hey, joonie! is jin there?" you asked, clutching the phone with both hands.

"not yet, he got snowed into the studio with hobi and yoongi-hyung." he answered. "what did you need?"

"um... well, hypothetically, let’s say a hybrid presses it’s nose to your neck and like rubs? i guess? what does... what does that mean?" you questioned, shuffling your socked feet back and forth against the tiled floor.

namjoon chuckled mischievously on the other side of the line. "it’s called scenting, y/n. it’s like claiming something as yours without voicing it."

"o-oh." you blushed before hearing the bathroom door open. "i have to go, goodnight joonie!"

"have fun!" you faintly heard him cry before you hung up.

"who was that?" you heard him snap roughly from behind you.

you jumped and shrieked before whipping around to face him with a hand on your chest. "oh my god, you scared me. it was my friend, joon. the hybrid that those pajamas belong to. i was asking him if seokjin had arrived home yet."

he nodded before dumping the broth from the noodles into the sink and throwing the empty cup into the trash can. "what's... what’s your name?" you asked him quietly, looking down at your fingers. when he didn’t reply for a good minute you spoke again. "mine is y/n."

it was silent for another few moments before he began to walk down the hall again. "jeongguk." he called quietly over his shoulder before walking into your bedroom and closing the door.

you grinned to yourself. "jeongguk." you repeated just to see how it would roll off your tongue.

the next morning you woke on the couch with the television still on and the curtains pulled closed. you stood up with a yawn while stretching your arms above your head in a stretch. you reached out and shut the tv off before pulling the curtains open with a quick yank. the sky was dark with grey clouds yet the world was covered in a beautiful blanket of snow.

"your bed is really comfortable." you jumped and whipped around to face the young man leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway.

you smiled and clasped your hands together awkwardly in front of you. "thanks, i guess."

"i’ll be out in a little bit. just let me change into my clothes and i’ll head out." he announced before turning away from you.

"wait." you blanked, rushing forward to grab his hand once more. "where will you stay?"

he shrugged. "i don’t know. but it’s not snowing anymore, i should be fine."

"stay here." you immediately suggested. you told yourself it was because you couldn’t let it weigh on you that you just let him leave. but you were lonely. and you liked him, and wanted to break through his shell and get to know what he was really like. "jeongguk, please."

"why are you begging me? i don’t need your help and i don’t need to be owned by some chick with a hybrid kink." he growled ripping his hand from your grip and walking hurriedly towards your room.

"what? no!" you cried in frustration and threw your hands up in annoyance. "jeongguk, listen. i’m begging because you can’t live out there. if you don’t freeze, you’ll starve. and if you don’t freeze or starve, you’ll be caught and sold. i wouldn’t own you, we'd be equals. this would be your house just as much as it is mine. you’d be free to do as you wanted, just without the threat of everything outdoors."

"deciding when i eat?" he confirmed, raising an eyebrow at you.

"deciding when you eat."

"deciding when i shower?"

"deciding when you shower."

"deciding what i wear around the house?" he smirked, reaching for the hem of his shirt to begin to pull it upwards.

"oh my god!" you rushed to grab the hem of the shirt and hold it down. "within reason, of course!"

he raised his eyebrows before nodding and turning. "okay well, i get the bed."

"what?" you cried, not ready to permanently give up your bed for the couch.

he suddenly turned around once more and walked towards you in a few long strides. "unless, of course..." he leaned in, pressing his nose to your neck once more and gently rubbing. "you want to share the bed with me."

"w-what are you doing?" you stuttered out, face pink with the blush fighting to stain your cheeks.

"nothing." he pulled back suddenly with a smirk, canines poking out from behind his lips. "just making a suggestion."

weeks passed on like that. you took the couch, not wanting to push your boundaries and actually sleep in your own bed with the hybrid that threatened multiple times to end your life. eventually, he opened up to you more.

he no longer growled when you sat next to him on the couch unannounced and he wasn’t jumpy anymore. you could even go as far to say that you both trusted each other quite a lot. one afternoon you walked into your room to see him curled up under your blanket with your phone clutched in his hand. "gukkie?"

"hmm?" he hummed as you laid down next to him, on top of the covers.

"what breed of dog are you?"

"rottweiler." your mouth dropped in realization. now you understood the broad shoulders and how he was still strong when you first met him despite being starved almost half to death.

you nodded and rested your head back against your pillow, curling your legs upwards and getting comfortable. classes had been cancelled thanks to yet another snow storm, but you still had work that night. "gukkie, can you set an alarm for 4 so i wake up when it’s time for work?"

"course." you heard him mumble before he fumbled with your phone so more. you didn’t try to listen much more after that, you just closed your eyes and let sleep slowly overtake you once more.

when you woke up again it was dark and way later than 4 o'clock. your phone was on the night stand, lighting up repeatedly and letting out multiple dings at a time.

you went to sit up and check it, only to realize you couldn’t move. jeongguk was now laying on top of the covers as well but on his back. one arm was thrown over you as if to hold you down and the other one who bent up and tucked under his head.

you frowned, before grabbing his wrist and lifting the arm off of your body. you rushed to grab the phone only to realize it was 7 at night and you had multiple texts from wooyoung and a single voicemail from your boss.

you listened to the voicemail before anything else only to feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. you were fired. this couldn’t be happening.

"oh my god." you mumbled, standing and rushing out of the room.

you rushed to dial yoongi's number, hoping he hadn't muted it during his studio session. much to your surprise, he answered on the third ring. "what’s up, y/n?"

"yoongi." you cried into the speaker, already feeling the first few tears leaking down your face.

"what’s wrong princess?" he demanded, seeming much more alert to the situation now.

"i-i fell asleep earlier, me and jeongguk both overslept and i missed work. and my boss called and said my work hasn't been satisfactory lately and that it was unacceptable to skip work without calling out. a-and i don’t know what to do yoongi-oppa! i couldn't even pay bills with the job, what am i going to do now?" you sobbed, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand so you wouldn’t wake gukkie in the room over.

"calm down babe, it’s alright. we'll figure things out. maybe you can help out at hobi and jiminie's dance studio. maybe eve seokjin-hyung can get you a job at his office. we'll figure it out y/n." his soothing voice filled your ears and you nodded, attempting to wipe the endless stream of tears from your cheeks.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry i panicked. i just don’t know what to do and this is just so overwhelming."

"i know, but it’s okay. you know the boys and i will help if it goes too downhill. and taehyung will always be happy to take jeongguk off your hands until everything is better." you whined slightly at the idea of letting taehyung and jimin take jeongguk from you while you attempted to stand back on your own two feet. "yeah, i know. let’s not separate you two, yeah?"

"yeah." you laughed softly, brightening up a little at the thought of the hybrid currently sleeping in your room.

"i’ll talk to seokjin-hyung and taehyung in the morning, okay? for now, why don't you and guk get some sleep okay?"

"okay. love you yoongi." you whispered.

"love you too, kid. talk to you soon." and with that, you both hung up. you weren’t alone for long however, within moments jeongguk's arms were wrapped around your waist to hold you back against him.

"i’m sorry." he mumbled, rubbing his nose gently against your neck. "i fell asleep before i could set the alarm. i didn’t mean to."

you leaned back into him and tilted your head to the side to allow him to continue to scent you. "it’s okay, gukkie. you didn’t mean to."

he turned you around quickly so that you were still pressed against him. he frowned as he scanned your face for any anger or disappointment. his eyes landed on your lips, and they didn’t move after that. "can i... can i kiss you?" he whispered finally flicking his gaze up to meet yours.

"yeah..." you nodded, grabbing the sides of his neck to pull him down to meet you. his lips were soft against yours and you let out a soft sigh as you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

when you pulled back his eyes had glazed over and he was looking at you in a kind of daze. "thank you. for taking me in that night, i mean. and for letting me stay now."

you rolled your eyes and grinned up at him. "thanks for threatening to rip out my throat, tough guy."

he scoffed before lowering his nose to your neck once more and continuing to scent you once more.

"what’s the point of that anyway?" you knew, of course you knew. but you wanted to hear him admit that he had been doing it since the very beginning.

he smiled against the skin of your neck, leaning closer to press a few kisses around the area where he always scents you. "i’m scenting you. it’s like claiming something."

"you’re claiming me?" you asked, not really expecting him to have been that blunt about it.

"of course. how else do i make sure jimin and hoseok know to back off?" he muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"jimin's mated!" you laughed, holding on to his shoulders for good effect. "so is hoseok!"

"really?" he questioned with a confused tilt of his head. "to who?"

"jiminie and taehyungie have been mated since taehyung parents adopted jimin when they were 16. and yoongi and hoseok mated around two years ago when yoongi saved hobi from a fighting ring." you tilted your head at him, with a small smile.

"oh... i didn’t know they already had mates." he admitted sheepishly.

you giggled, shoving his shoulder lightly before turning to walk down the hall towards your room. "let’s go to bed. tomorrow i have to figure out what to do about the job situation."

he followed after you, seemingly deep in thought. "you know... i want you to be my mate."

you practically choked on your own tongue, turning to face him almost as soon as he said it. "really?"

he nodded and shot you a shy smile before walking around the bed towards the right side. he lifted the covers and slipped underneath, patting the spot next to him. "you coming?"

you grinned and flipped the switch to shut the lights off before making your way to the bed. you slipped underneath the heavy covers and immediately scooted as close to the man as possible. "we'll figure it all out in the morning, i promise." he mumbled into your hair.

you nodded and intertwined your fingers with his. you reached up gently played with one of his floppy ears. you ignored the way he smiled up at you and continued running your fingers through his hair. "okay, sleep well gukkie."

he chuckled and rubbed his thumb against your own before lifting your hand to his lips so that he could press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "you too babydoll."

[beautifulbuckys]

Glass of Water

Word Count: 1,400+

Warnings: horrible pickup lines, some suggestive stuff, fluff

A/N: I’m super duper proud of this so please don’t let it flop!!

Bucky was a blusher. He blushed at anything. A dirty joke Sam made after a workout? He a rose tint appear on his cheeks. Natasha accidentally grabs his bicep to move him when reaching for the peanut butter?  A wave of crimson engulfed his face. Nobody ever gave him a hard time about it. He was in a new world, he had to adapt to all sorts of innovative and unique things. Everyone was a lot more forward these days. Tampon commercials played on the massive TV Tony bought constantly. Ads promoting the freshest condoms were the usual now.

The most awkward, however, was this modern method of flirting. All Bucky had to do back in the day was wink and call a lady 'doll' and he had them at his feet. Now there are pick-up lines, and a majority of them are cheesy and unoriginal. Some are just straight out suggestive and revolting. You treat a lady with admiration, not as an object, that's what Ma and Mrs Rogers continuously told him. He still followed those rules, even in these modern times.  He treated Natasha, Wanda, Hope and Carol with the respect they deserved, they didn't have to gain it.

When you moved into the compound, he freaked out a little bit. He liked meeting all the powerful women of this generation, you were just an addition to the roster. He shook your hand and introduced himself, and you did the same.

"Hey, welcome to the compound!" Bucky said through a wide smile, offering his hand for a polite handshake. "I'm Bucky, nice to meet you,"

"Hi! Nice to meet you Bucky, I'm Y/N," You replied, reciprocating his bright smile.

"Y/N is a beautiful name!" He replied. He's not typically this bold, in fact, he's still getting used to how forward these times were.

You winked. "I guarantee you it's not the only beautiful thing about me."

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. You smirked and walked away, leaving Bucky alone in his shock. Bucky looked to his right, he was standing in the kitchen, and now he can see his reflection in the fridge. He was blushing.

It's been six months since you moved in, and Bucky thought you'd adapted well. The team loved you. They constantly laughed at your jokes and supported you in your tough times. Bucky did too, he enjoyed your company. You were a nice breath of fresh air, you had a different personality than the others. You weren't as shy as Steve, you talked to everyone and never ceased sharing what was on your mind. You weren't as reserved as Wanda. You were open about your struggled and what you might need assistance with. You weren't as egotistical as Tony. You were down to Earth, yet your head always seemed to be in the clouds. You were different from everyone, yet ridiculously comparable to Carol. You'd always be with her. Sometimes, at 10 PM Bucky would hear Carol giggling 'Y/N! Stop!' from the kitchen. Hearing you having fun made him smile.

The team soon discovered what made you smile. You grinned at a lot, granted. You smile at cute dog videos, you smile at Carol, you smile when Peter asked you for help with math work, but your all-time favourite task? Making Bucky blush.

You caught him alone in the gym once. Now was a perfect time to catch him by surprise.

He was lifting 200-pound weights, sweat dripping down his toned arms. You took a quick glance at his shirtless figure, before striking your prey.

"Easy there, tiger," You laughed, "wanna save that stamina for a different workout?" You winked.

His sweat ridden cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, blinking a few times in surprise. Why of all times did it have to be now?

"G-Good to see you too, Y/N" we nervously chuckled.

Another time, he was too in his head while making a sandwich. He was quietly humming a tune you've heard on the radio, you were too occupied to pinpoint it. You sat at the island across from where Bucky was standing.

He smiled once he noticed your company.

"Hey Y/N, how's it goin'?"

"Pretty well, Scott kicked my ass during training today," You sighed, lifting your arm to show the large bruise that covered almost all of your bicep.

"Holy shit, Y/N, musta' been snoozin'," He said, biting into his sandwich.

You nodded.

"Does that sandwich taste as good as me, Barnes?" You asked, standing up with a smirk.

He blushed, a rose pink tint rearing its head. He smiled, your comments made him blush, sure, but you made them funny. If they were from anyone else, they'd be cheesy and dumb. But they were from you.

He watched you leave the room with that famous cocky smirk. It's become your trademark around the compound. You do something your happy with? That smirk appears and makes sure everyone knows it. It was cute, but Bucky had to get you back.

The Avengers may not give Bucky a hard time for blushing. But they sure as hell give you a difficult time for making him blush at any given moment.

"Hey Y/N?" Sam asked one day while laying on the couch reading his copy of Men's Health Magazine. You sighed, sitting up from the rug beside the couch.

"Yes, Sammy?"

"You're always 'tryna make RoboCop blush, gotta reason for it?" Sam questioned.

You smirked. He always wanted to bring this topic up, It's almost like he was trying to make you embarrassed about the little game you play with yourself. "Some things are best left unknown, bird brain."

He groaned in acknowledgement. That's the answer you always gave him. It was basically rehearsed in your head at this point. The second you heard the word 'blush', the sentence was queued up in your brain.

Perhaps one day they'd find out that you make him blush so he can't do it to you.

It was team dinner night, tonight. Usually, everyone ate separately. About a month after your arrival, Bruce requested a team dinner night once a week. He declared he didn't care about the rest of the week, he just wanted this one day. Everyone obliged to the request and designated Wednesdays as this little activity. Tonight, Clint made potstickers, which was a favourite of yours. They were always so savoury and crispy, like heaven in your mouth.

You settled your plate on the emerald green table cloth in front of you. Sitting down, you heard small murmurs of conversations. Carol, who was on your left, was chatting with Peter about old music. Thor, on your right, was chuckling with Natasha about Clint tumbling down the stairs earlier in the day. You overheard a clink at the head of the table, it was Hope. She did this every dinner, so you were curious what this week's message was.

"Make sure everyone says thank you to Clint tonight, he slaved over the stove for a while. Who knew birds could cook?" Hope recommended.

Everyone at the table laughed, starting to dig into the food Clint expertly prepared. The silence, except for the occasional crunch from the potstickers, was comfortable. People would exchange stories about their day in-between bites. It was loud enough to drown out the stunt Bucky was about to pull.

"Y/N," Bucky whispered, he was opposite the table from you, so it was easier to hear.

You looked up at him mid-bite. These potstickers were just so goddamn good.

"Those potstickers taste as good as me, sweetheart?" Bucky smiled. He hated being this forward, but he also loved it. He almost laughed at how pale you became.

You chocked on your potsticker. Everyone heard the muffled cough and glanced in your direction, panic self-evident in all their eyes.

"You okay, Y/N?" Carol questioned.

You nodded in response, but it was all a lie. You were not okay. Where the hell did that come from?!

"Go get a glass of water," Steve suggested, getting up and pulling out your chair for you.

You practically ran to the kitchen. You whipped out your phone and got to typing.

You were gone for 5 minutes, and Bucky was starting to worry. Drinking a glass of water didn't take this long. Nobody else noticed your suspicious absence, and if they did, they chose to ignore it.

Then Bucky's phone rang-

Dollface: Meet me in your room. Now.

[lutelyre]

Fic Drabble: Merlin

Prompt: After years of requests, H-bee has finally dragged a Merthur fic from me, and tbh I’m not mad about it. This also could have worked for Whumptober’s “Ransom” or “Numb” potentially! Fandom: Merlin -- AU “Rival Gangs” scenario (This was my first time ever writing this fandom and I haven’t seen a SINGLE episode, so what a wild ride...)

Everybody Knows That The Dice Are Loaded

Merlin feels himself break out in a cold sweat when he sees them drag Arthur inside, hogtied and blindfolded, his nose already broken and blood drooling from a torn lip onto his dumb rock band t-shirt, bruises blooming on his face like dark roses.

He’s spitting curses, struggling like the diehard hero he always tried to be, and Merlin feels his heart crack a little bit, a panic growing fizzily in his chest. Goddamn it—he’d told Arthur that Mordred would be patrolling tonight, he’d told him a hundred times. Why the fuck wouldn’t the man ever listen to him?

“We didn’t expect to pick up this fuckboy, when we went cruising, huh?” laughs Mordred, his eyes alight with triumph and maybe also a fresh line of coke. Mordred had never been good at keeping himself out of the goods. Behind him, Morgause gets tired of Arthur’s impressive litany of expletives and punches him in the stomach, hard. Author shuts up mid-swear, and instead groans in pain, long and low. They must have already broken a few ribs. Morgause reaches down to shove a rough wad of cloth into his mouth to gag him, clearly already over this shit.

Merlin’s fingers twitch involuntarily. “Great, you got us useful asset, but the Knights won’t pay for a beat-up piece of pulp, will they?”

Arthur’s head snaps up at his voice, a noise of recognition half-dying in his throat. Merlin’s stomach flips over. Mordred laughs, high-pitched and not really sane. He always was more aggressive when he was doped up.

“Who says we’re ransoming this little piece of shit?” He kicks Arthur’s back with his heavy black combat boot,  hard, and Arthur twists awkwardly on the ground and grunts, gritting his teeth.  

“I’m going to have a little fun with him, and then we’ll put his head on a spike for the Knights to cry over.” A switchblade catches the light, and then too quickly Mordred is kneeling down, gripping Arthur’s chin and already drawing a deep, red-seeping line with the blade down his forehead, smiling when Arthur tries to jerk from his hold.

Merlin’s own teeth feel tight in his mouth, buzzing. He tries to think fast. “You don’t want to ransom Pendragon’s kid? They’ll pay good money for him.”

Arthur makes another half-bit off noise, surprise but also an undercurrent of anger in the muffled sound.

Fuck, what was he doing? He had promised never to tell that secret—knew it would make Arthur a target more than anything else. But what the fuck else was he supposed to do? Mordred’s head had snapped up at his words.

“What d’you mean, his kid?” He looks slowly from Arthur lying on the ground to Merlin, whose fists are clenched. “Just how did you know that, man?”

Shit, shit, shit—

“Not all of us just spend our time testing the goods, Mordred.” He says, as casually as he can muster. “I’ve been doing research, I thought that was my job in this hellhole.”

Mordred chuckles under his breath. “Oh yeah? I wonder about that.”  He brings his knife up to his mouth and licks the blood there, slowly.

“This little Knight ass-wipe seemed to know where he was going when we grabbed him, didn’t ya?” Mordred brings the blade back up to Arthur’s face, draws another line on his forehead agonizingly slowly, diagonal to the first. “Even seemed to know exactly what we were doin’. I wonder how he knew that, don’t you?”

Arthur hisses, face creasing in pain as the knife presses to his flesh, droplets of blood beading and dripping down to disappear under the blindfold. Merlin tries to look away but can’t tear his eyes from Arthur, his hands twitching spastically, the way his jaw tightens around the gag stuffed in his mouth.

Mordred brings his knife up again, and Merlin suddenly realizes he’s carving a letter into Arthur’s forehead, a bloody “M”.  He feels sick, struggles not to choke, not to rip the knife from Mordred’s fist, not to scream bloody murder himself—why had Arthur been out, that blasted, brave-hearted—

“Look—does why he was there even matter?” Merlin licks his lips, tries to put enthusiasm in his voice instead of the dread he feels filling the his chest like water, fear churning in his lungs. “We should use this as an opportunity—we could make an example of him, that we’re willing to ransom, and make a fucking sweet load of cash.”

Mordred sighs, hums to himself softly.  “Maybe you should use this as an opportunity, Merlin.“

Merlin opens his mouth to retaliate, to make some kind of fuss—anything to stop that knife from touching Arthur’s skin again—But in one quick movement Mordred reaches and pulls the now blood-soaked blindfold from Arthur’s face to pool loosely at his chin.

Arthur blinks hard against the sudden light, and one eyelid is swollen and puffy, his eyelashes dripping blood from the brand Mordred carved into his skin, but those eyes are still the bright blue Merlin knows so well; clear like a summer day, like a sky so hot you could burn just reaching up to touch it. Arthur’s gaze searches frantically and locks onto his own almost immediately, yearning and furious all at once, a muffled groan breaking his lips.

Suddenly Merlin can’t quite breathe.

“What d-do you mean?” Merlin manages to get the words out even though his mouth is cold, his tongue thick around the words, strangling. He doesn’t look away from Arthur for a moment, even though at this point he knows it’s a risk. Mordred is watching them both closely, watching everything like the scene in the dusty storeroom is a play put on just for him, but Merlin can’t fucking help it, he needs to let Arthur know he’s trying— needs to find some outlet for all the rage and fear and heartbreak that seems to be suddenly happening in his chest, water still steadily rising.

Mordred laughs again, sharp and incredulous. “C’mon man, I don’t need to be hyped on Morgana’s freshest powder to think that something is up with you. You’re acting funny, and it started right about when I dragged this bastard in.” Mordred draws his tongue slowly up his knife again.

Damn it all—of all the people in this sordid operation, other than Morgana herself, Mordred has always been the most perceptive, the most sly. Getting out of prison early last month had only made him worse. And doesn’t Merlin know that? He should have planned better for this—he should have made another plan, had a fucking back-up.

They’d always just written off the possibility that this could ever happen—believed themselves too good to be caught, too quick, too cunning. It was just laughably stupid.

Mordred’s other hand fists in Arthur’s hair, wrenches  his head back to peer at his face, considering. “Pendragon’s son sure is pretty.”

Arthur makes another noise around his gag, like he wants to eat Mordred alive, murderous. Merlin struggles to pull it together, trying not to drown.

“I—I didn’t think he was really your type, Mordred.”

“What, you mean to tell me he’s more your kinda guy?” Mordred laughs again, elated. “I’m beginning to think you do. I’m even beginning to think maybe—“ He brings the switchblade up again to press the tip of the knife into the underside of Arthur’s chin, force his head back further. “—Maybe you’ve already established this pretty-boy is just exactly what you like to fuck.”

Merlin yanks his eyes away from Arthur, and he knows his face is too fearful, too honest. The dangerously hair-fine tension of the room has reached a breaking point. “You’ve been sampling too much snuff Mordred, and it’s finally gotten to your head—stop acting so crazy.”

Mordred’s laughter wipes off his face, and then he abruptly lets go of Arthur to let him hit the floor with a dull thud and a moan.

He knew that had been a bad move as soon as he’d said it. The last time someone had called Mordred crazy, that poor fucker had ended trussed up in the bathroom of a fast food restaurant way out on the turnpike, missing most his fingers.

There’s a pause, where Merlin wonders wildly if he has enough hand-eye coordination to kick the knife from Mordred’s hand and snap the ties between Arthur’s wrists and legs, like this was some kind of an action hero movie. It’s a frantic thought—He knows he doesn’t have that level of skill. He’s not exactly in this gang because of his brawn, and this knowledge sits heavy in his limbs, frustratingly resigned. It’s a shame he always thought riding off into the sunset was for sissies, anyway. His pulse thunders wildly in his ears, a hundred staccato beats a second.

Mordred considers Merlin, the obvious panic spiraling over his face, and then a beatific smile slowly crosses his lips, chillingly angel-like.

“Alright then, how about you prove me wrong?”

“Mordred, look, can we just slow down—“

Mordred extends the knife out to Merlin— gleaming wet with saliva, still tinged red at the edges. “I think you should put your money where your mouth is, man.”

“What?!—Fuck no!” The words fall from Merlin’s lips before he can stop them and he hurriedly backtracks. “You—you know I hate getting everything so—messy. You’re the one who gets his fucking rocks off lopping off bits of people, I— I do the tech and, I do the planning—“

“—and I’m the muscle. Yep, I know.” Mordred smiles wider, his faintly bloody teeth look horrifying in the dim light of their storeroom, tightly wrapped packets of Morgana’s best product around them wrapped up in paper and taped with red duct tape, ready to be shipped tomorrow. Merlin dimly notices that at some point Morgause must have left the room, to stand guard or to call for reinforcements, he’s not sure. The world has narrowed to himself, and Arthur on the ground, and Mordred suddenly knowing too much, seeing too much, everything being too much.

“But still, I think you should indulge me, just this once, don’t you?”

Mordred steps forward, leans in very close and Merlin feels a shiver slide through him. “You carve up that pretty face a bit more for me, Merlin, and maybe I’ll decide we should ransom him.”

In the dirt, Arthur jerks, twisting and fighting for leverage from his bindings, a low growl in his throat. His eyes have a desperate, pleading look to them as he meets Merlin’s gaze again, his hands fisting the air like he’s imagining them around Mordred’s throat.

“I think he’d look good with a little more of our color on him, huh?” Mordred murmurs the words softy, like it’s just a suggestion, but Merlin knows what he’s asking—he wants to carve another letter into Arthur’s cheeks, his forehead, maybe his neck. Mordred always did have a penchant for making sure their gang left a calling card. He’d do it to suppliers who turned traitor, new initiates who lost their steam and wanted to run home to mama. Hell, Mordred even slashed some random teens outside their local deli the other week, because they’d been ‘getting on his nerves.’

Merlin struggles not to choke on the bile rushing up his throat.

He wishes Arthur had fucking stayed indoors tonight, like he was supposed to. Merlin almost even wishes he could kill him and let that be the end of things, could cut him up him without feeling like this, without feeling anything. He wishes he’d never met him that sunny July day on the highway, wishes he was just some other piece of trash the crew was always pulling in to make their dicks feel better. He wishes he wasn’t drowning right now, his fingers numb and his ribs heaving, wishes—

“If you do this for me, Merlin, I promise we’ll just ask for a big ole’ wad of cash from the Knights, like you suggested. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Mordred holds out the knife in an open palm, barely an inch away. Merlin realizes he’s loving this. Mordred always hated him, all the way from day one when Morgana brought him on to help organize the gang’s gigs and pay off his credit card debt, never liked being only the muscle. This realization pumps sluggishly through his head as though from another time, another century.

“Something tells me you’d like this guy to see another day quite a lot.” 

When Merlin doesn’t move, Mordred sighs dramatically, as if this was all just wasting his time and starts to pull the knife back. “But if you’d rather, I’m happy to go ahead and slit his throat, man. It’s your call.”

Merlin swallows hard, closes his eyes.

For a second all he can see is Arthur’s laughing face the last time they’d stolen a breath of a moment together, far on the other side of the city where the feuding gangs usually don’t dare show their signs, and they’d stood in the glowing pool of light from a corner streetlamp and Arthur’s lips were soft and his breath was so warm—

He takes the knife.

[itstotalyblue-blog]

His Little Soldier (Part 2)

Negan x Teen!reader

Warnings: Negan yelling.

Word count: 1,500

Summary: Negans never felt this protective of anybody’s not even his wife. And when he finds you, things go down...

You had been gone all week, scavenging somewhere far far away. Sabrina had stayed with Negans wives, whom she had grown to love within the short month of her being there. You told Negan you wouldn’t be back for a while, that didn’t stop him from being worried sick.

You had become a daughter to him, someone he could rely on more than his wives, or even Simon. He took it upon himself to make sure you and Sabrina got the best of treatment, even though you hated it. He wanted you to be safe, no matter how much you hated to be treated differently than others.

You got home around midnight, wishing you had more to offer than multiple stab, and gunshot wounds, and a backpack with very few items inside. You were holding the freshest of the wounds that was on your arm, barely even making it to the front gate before you passed out.

What you didn’t realize, is that you weren’t actually home. You managed to make it to Alexandria unknowingly, and called out for help before you fell. They brought you in, and did what they could to fix the wounds, before you woke up several hours later.

“Good morning.” A man smiled. “I’m father Gabriel and you’re in Alexandria. A place-“

“Fuck.” You muttered.

Alexandria was the only place Negan wouldn’t let you go to. He didn’t want you anywhere near his problems with Rick, but here you were, in the middle of the goddamn town. Father Gabriel brought you food and water, making sure that your wounds were cleaned.

On your way home, you had been attacked by some group, which outnumbered you greatly. To make matters worse, you ran out of bullets, and throwing knives.

You were completely screwed.

Yet you made it out alive somehow, something nobody could have explained if they tried.

You just hoped Negan wouldn’t kill you after this.

“Are you in pain?” Father Gabriel asked worriedly.

“Not that I cant handle.” You shook your head. “Uh, any chance I could-“

“Well damn! Just look at this house!” Negans voice boomed. “Ol’ Ricks been holding out on me! This place is beautiful!”

“Excuse me, Sir.” Father Gabriel said softly. “If you wouldn’t mind quieting down-“

“Why? Who would sleep when the big bad wolfs around?” Negan joked, walking past him.

The moment Negans eyes landed on you, he gasped quietly. You looked away humiliated, tears threatening to pour down your face. He rushed to your side instantly, gently squeezing your hand.

“Darling, did they do this to you?” He muttered. “Because I swear to fucking God-“

“N-No.” You said quietly, your voice as broken as the wall holding your emotions tightly locked in place.

“Why didn’t you come back home?” He asked desperately. “Sabrina’s been bat shit crazy about you...”

“I...I didn’t have any supplies...” you whispered.

Which wasn’t a complete lie, you in fact were worried about coming home empty handed, but the truth was, you were so beat up you couldn’t think straight. Negan held your arm, looking at the part soaked in blood, with a large rip in the clothing that did little to protect you.

“Who did this to you.” He asked darkly.

“I don’t know.” You replied. “I didn’t get a good look at them, nor did they introduce themselves as they attacked me...”

He scoffed. “Pussys... beating up a teen girl...” He growled. “I’ll kill them if I ever find them... I’ll kill them myself...” He turned to Gabriel, who had a shocked expression on his face. “Were you the one that helped her?”

He nodded, making Negan smile. “Well, then I suppose I like you just a bit more, Gabriel.” He looked back to you. “Can you walk?”

“I think so, Sir...”

You tried to get off of the bed, only to fall to the floor with a groan. Negan walked over to you, replacing Lucille with you, holding you bridal style in his arms. He asked Gabriel to grab Lucille for him, which he complied for the sake of your wellbeing. Negan appreciation for Gabriel increased, as he smirked.

“I need you to tell me what happened when we get home.” He said quietly. “Please (Y/N).”

You nodded your head weakly, leaning your head on his chest, soon falling asleep. You awoke to Sabrina’s sharp gasp, and her propelling herself onto you. You groaned and sat up, feeling her body get off of you.

“Hey kid.” Negan sighed, your sister hanging by her hood in his hand. “How you feelin?”

“Better than yesterday...” you replied. “Has Sabrina been good for you?”

“Been pissin her pants worrin about you.” He groaned. “It’s been pissin me off.”

“Uncle Negan said you would be okay! He lied!” She hissed, wiggling out of his grip. “What happened?!”

“Kiddo, why don’t you go find the girls?” Negan asked softly.

She nodded, and scampered out of the room. Negan closed the door, leaning against the wall next to it with a sigh. You looked down at your thumbs, twiddling them as you heard Negan walk closer.

“You know what I’m going to ask.” He said, his voice dropping to his intimidating growl.

“I went into a camp, I thought it was abandoned, so I started to steal shit... turns out all of them were gone for a bit. They threw me to the ground, shot me, stabbed me, and kicked me until I couldn’t breath. After they... they threw me out and left me for dead...” You said quietly. “I’m sorry... I should have brought-“

“No, don’t you dare do that Shit.” He snapped. “You’re lucky that pricks priest found you. God... I could have lost you! I told you not to fucking go into any camps!”

You nodded your head. “I was on my way back, I wasn’t able to get anything... and I know how you are when people come back without anything-“

“Goddamnit kid.” He growled. “You really think I would have kicked you out?! How fucking stupid are you?!”

You flinched at his words, which caused his entire expression to change. He went to go touch your shoulder, but you let out a whimper instead. His eyes narrowed, knowing one thing.

Those men had broken his best soldier.

They broke his daughter.

He stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. You hid your face as you cried, trying to keep quiet as you knew somebody would hear. What you didn’t know, is that Negan lead a small part of his army on a search for the people who had hurt you.

And when he found them?

Let’s just say what he did to Ricks group was nothing.

He single handedly beat the shit out of EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. After being drenched in blood, he finally returned home, perfectly fine a day later. He walked back into your room, smiling as he saw Sabrina cuddled up with you.

“Negan...?” You muttered tiredly.

“Don’t worry baby, they’re never gunna hurt you again.” He replied.

“Thank you...” You said, closing your eyes once again.

“Any Time Kiddo, any time.” He said quietly, walking over to you, and placing a kiss on your forehead

[rapmoniepapi]

It Takes Time (Gang au)

A/n: I figured out how I want to do this series for now which is introducing each member on their own. So heres Jungkook first. It’s not very climatic right now. Also I’m sorry it’s so short I just wanted to get something out because its been a long time since I’ve last updated this whoops plus I’ve had some anons rushing (which I understand, I mean its literally been months.) Enjoy!

Prologue, Part 2

He threw you into the room and you landed on the cold floor. “Now stay here until someone comes to get you,” he turned and laughed, “if someone ever comes to get you.” Jimin shut the door and left. Out of sight out of mind for him. You backed up to the corner of the room, not staring up to meet the other girls. “H-hi I’m Neni but everyone calls me Pip-” Jimin barged back in and threw a piece of cloth at you which you realized was a dress. 

“Wh-what’s this?” You asked him. 

“Your new uniform!” He said cheekily. 

“Here? In front of everyone?” You asked softly. 

“Well yeah?,” he laughed, “do you see any other rooms? Unless you wanna change out in the hall? But if someone comes out I won’t stop them from touching you.” He looked down at you and grin. “So what’s it gonna be girly?" You pointed to the door. 

"No-” Neni started saying but was cut off by Jimin, “Hey! Shut it!” He lifted his hand up to her to make her flinch then put it back down, “That’s what I thought. Now come on girly let’s get you changed.” He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out. “Go ahead don’t be shy.” He shut the door behind you. You started taking off your shirt when Jimin started running up and down the hall slamming and banging against the walls yelling, “Fresh meat! Fresh meat! A cute little gal! Get it while it’s hot!” You realized you made a big mistake when men started coming out of their rooms. 

“Hey what’s all the ruckus?” A brown haired man asked as he rubbed his hair looking as if he just woke up. 

“Well Hobi and comrades, we have a new one with us today. It’s her first day, in fact, it’s her first hour.” Jimin answered. 

“So the freshest of the fresh I see.” An evil smirk popped up on his face. “Guess I better get to it before they do.” He walked faster towards you along with the other men. You quickly put your shirt back on and backed up against the wall at the end of the hall. Tears making their way down your face. All the men looked down at you like a group of hound dogs ready to attack. 

“She’s very pretty.” One said. 

“Yeah look at that hair.” Another spoke picking up a sliver of your hair. 

“Look at her curves. Wooh, mami let me getta slice of you?" 

They all kept saying sexual things about you, making you crying even harder. "Alright alright alright alright, that’s enough pigs. Go back to your room.” A man got in between you and the crowd but none of them listened. “NOW!” He yelled making everyone drag themselves back into their rooms and slam their doors.

“Man, Jungkook you’re no fun.” The guy named Hobi said while putting his hands against the back of his head and walking away nonchalantly. 

“And you’re a dick.” He said back, “Jimin she’s coming with me.”

“We gotta take it up with Namjoon first though?…" 

"I said she’s coming with me, so that means she’s coming with me.” He hovered over Jimin with his teeth clenched. Jimin put his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever man but if he comes by, I’m blaming you." 

"Yeah, yeah whatever wimp. Now come on.” He turned to you. “Stop crying and let’s go!” He waited for you to pick yourself up and wipe your sleeve against your face. You looked up at him to see his still face. He twirled back around and headed down the other side of the hall then took a right. You guys walked to the third door then entered. He closed the door then sat at the edge of the bed. You stood there, confused on what to do. “You could sit down if you want.” He said patting the bed. “If you wanna lay down take your shoes off okay?” You nodded in response. “You’re not much of a speaker are you?” You shrugged making him chuckle. “Hey it’s okay, it’s just me. Jungkook! I just saved you, well kind of.”

“Kind of?” You questioned softly. 

“Even if I didn’t step in, Jimin wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. I mean I hope.” He put his head on his hand as if to think about it. “Nah, nah, he wouldn’t have. Well I mean if you haven’t done anything to him but I heard you’ve only been here for an hour so I don’t think you’ve fucked up already. Have you?” You shook your head furiously. “Didn’t think so. Waah you’re so pretty. What’d you do to get down here?" 

"M-my brother got into some trouble with another gang, a smaller one. They wouldn’t leave him alone and I didn’t know what to do so I tracked down Namjoon to help. I told him I’d repay him back for the damage but I couldn’t gather up all the money. So here I am, for exchange of my brothers freedom really.” Jungkook just stared at you with wide eyes. 

“That’s the most you’ve talked and your voice is so light and pretty.” You smiled and looked down. “Well I’m going to shower… don’t try to escape okay? It’s much worse out there than in here.” He grabbed a shirt and pajama pants from his drawer. “But if you do escape, don’t get caught. They’ll take care of your family in front of you then you after… trust me, it’s not something you want to see…” he looked down and slowly walked to the bathroom that was connected to his room. He shut the door and ran the water. You took this as a chance to change your outfit and look around. There wasn’t a closet, just a drawer with a tv on it and a nightstand. The window above the bed had bars. 

“I’m being held captive…” you looked outside only to see crates next to crates next to crates. Behind them all was just forest. You took a peak into Jungkooks nightstand and found a small picture. It was of a lady with an older woman next to her and two kids in front of them. “Oh. That kind of looks like Jungkook.” You set it down and kept looking. Not much was in there and all the other drawers were filled with flimsy clothes. You’d think for a gangster they’d have better quality clothing but I guess this isn’t a fashion business. You heard the water shut off and quickly jumped onto the bed, sitting on the side closest to the wall. “I see you’re ready for me.” He smirked as he walked into the bedroom. “I’m just kidding I know Jimin had you wear that.” You nodded your head making it known you heard him. “So what do you wanna do?” He asked but all you did was shrug. “Uhm you wanna watch tv? Here.” He handed you the controller.

“No thank you.” You handed it back. 

“Okay then I’ll watched tv and you could just sleep?” You nodded. “Okay cool.” You laid down, not going anywhere near Jungkook. “Here.” He handed you a blanket. 

“Thank you.” You said softly.

The last thing you remember was falling asleep as Jungkook watched tv and now here you are up while he’s sleeping. You sat up a little and looked out the window, curling your knees up to your chest and hugging them. “I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry dad… I’m sorry Jay. I wish I could’ve done better for this family. I should’ve done better for this family. I got Jay away though… I hope you can look after him okay?” You felt a warm stream roll off your face. They wouldn’t stop coming and you started to breathe heavier. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying frantically. And that’s when you felt the body next to you start moving. He shifted his weight towards you. 

“Can you keep it down?” He said in a harsh tone. “I said shut it!” He raised his voice but you couldn’t stop. “Goddamn it! I’m trying to help you! But I can’t if you won’t let me sleep! I have to work tomorrow…” so you tried. You really did but all the loud sniffling and small squeaks irritated him. “That’s it!” He grabbed you by the back of your neck and slung you across the bed onto the floor. “You’re going back to the flower room!” He got up, still having a grip to your neck, squeezing it so you wouldn’t get out of his hold. He opened the door and walked down the hall. 

“No no please!” “I don’t want to go back there!” “My neck! My neck! Let go!” You shrieked, trying to grab at his hands. All your screaming woke some of the men up. They peeked their heads through their doors looking tired and disoriented. One caught your attention. You guys stared at each other for what seemed like a while but was only mere seconds. You were in too much pain to actually see any features to the male other than his eyes. 

“Brought her back already? Poor thing wasn’t up to your standards? Aish Jungkookie, maybe you need to stop being so rough!” Jimin smirked as he opened the door. “Let the bitch in.” He said with a slight bow and his hands gesturing towards the inside of the room. 

Jungkook threw you down on to the floor only to leave with one phrase, “I tried.”

[martyrwept]

rips off my shirt to reveal my own url embedded in my chest hair.

let me be homo for you talented fucks || @prdd

Do I Follow Them?: rips off my pants to reveal the friendship bracelet braided out of my asshair. i have been cultivating it for several hundred years with ample sunlight && water. it ages like fine wine. soon it becomes my family heirloom. the kids r yelling ‘great great great grandma y arent u dead also who is halley’ n i would croak ‘the gayest fucker’

Why Did I Follow Them?:  i thought her nose would lead me 2 treasure. soon i would b the richest in america n i could finally eat something not on the value menu at micky Ds. when i clicked follow i did not think it would lead me to the Dark Web™. i was proven wrong, n now i hang out w the k00l kids on the block and listen 2 sk8tr boi on repeat. my ringtone is all star. i am finally popular,

Do We Role Play?: this fucker is like the k00l aid man, when u least expect it she runs thru ur goddamned wall n hollers ‘hey kids want sum fruit punch!!!!!!!’ n decks me in the face before she flies off. every time i get a reply i always cry a little. 

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: i gotta sound the pussy alarm to prevent flooding whenever she appears on my dash. i am always nuttin for her writing basically 25/8. 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: u already know my ideas, but in case u need the freshest reminder, here is our family portrait. shrek!luna au led by ur favorite local donkey noot. 

A Song For Our Muses: i like good pussy and i like good trees our wedding song. also all star but that’s too obvious.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: 2gether we will reside in my oracle powsi as i organize the paperwork for our wedding. call me mrs. caelum n give me ur credit card number. everyday i softly noot in ur ears as u sleep. what a wonderful domestic life

What I Think About The Mun: luna voice: yo i hope this isn’t too nsfw and kinky but i’d really like some love and validation from halley. cause she’s a super star. the meatball 2 my spaghetti. the sole reason why im the asshair rapunzel. 

Overall Opinion: hey baby r u the doctor bc u cured my erectile dysfunction

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | however many seconds the entire shrek movie compilation runs for

[akagoddammit]

AKA What You Deserve || Self

SUMMARY: Jessica pays a visit to a very specific gravesite, and deals with her goddamn self

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, Holocaust mentions, rape (implied, mentioned, not graphic), kilgrave shit

There were no headstones. Just scattered stone markers, that might’ve been white once upon a time. But after years of standing up to New York City wind and rain, all but the newest were a dingy, stained gray.

Jessica trailed her fingers along them as she strode across the quiet island. In the distance, she could see rundown buildings, the remnants of an asylum, a prison, a workhouse, a Civil War internment camp – the correction officer on the ferry had blathered on and on about all the things Hart Island used to be. Before it became a mass gravesite for unclaimed bodies.

It wasn’t exactly a peaceful resting place. But that seemed fitting.

Getting there was a little tricky, since the island was still owned by the Department of Corrections. There were two types of visits: a general one, limited to a gazebo area in the center of the island, and a ‘personal’ visit. Personal visits were more intimate, and included an guard-escort directly to the burial site. She could’ve been led straight to him, but it would’ve meant pretending they were family.

And she couldn’t stomach that.

Instead, after hours of research into something called the ‘Hart Island Project,’ she’d called up the Department of Corrections and claimed to be an artist working with the organization. Like she gave a damn about telling the story behind all the forgotten, wasted people buried on this rock. But she had her camera, a fake ID (not exactly hard to come by in her neighborhood), and she’d managed to get her name onto the list.

The ferry ride over had been torture. She was surrounded by actual artists, a morbidly curious couple on their ‘unconventional’ honeymoon, and a teacher who was trying to make a lesson plan. Plus a few scattered, random tourists. It was New York City – there were always tourists. The little band of correction officers had sat with them, all looking bored apart from Officer Fun Facts, who didn’t shut the hell up until they docked.

They’d searched her before they left and again when they landed. Jessica had to repeat street names in her head and remind herself to goddamn breathe while the officer carelessly patted her down. Just like a prison visit, there was no weapons, no drugs, no liquor allowed. Which was why the flask in her hand wasn’t hers (hers was still laying cracked and useless in Danny’s studio after all.) The officer who’d searched her had a flask tucked into his waistband. When the other visitors had mulled around the gazebo and oohed and ahhed at Officer Fun Facts continued ‘tour,’ Jessica had ‘accidentally’ bumped into him and slipped it away with a surprising amount of ease.

From there, it was a matter of slowly separating herself from the group, without making it obvious that was her goal. She’d snapped a few shots of the area, slipping further and further away, until the voices were nothing more than a distant murmur. And when she was finally alone, she’d slipped into the woods.

The gravesites hadn’t been far off. It was a tiny island, a little over a mile long. She’d strode past the fresh trenches, empty of boxes for now (because no one wasted tax dollar money on actual coffins for these people). There were still shovels scattered among the holes, an abandoned prison shirt. Inmates dug every one of these trenches, and according to Fun Facts, each one would hold more than fifty bodies. Adults were stacked two bodies deep and three across. Most were homeless people, forgotten in death as easily as they were in life. The ones for children, mostly stillborn babies, held about a thousand each, stacked five high and twenty across. Like goddamn legos. The whole place looked more like a pale imitation of the Holocaust than a graveyard.

According to Fun Facts and the Hart Island Project, these were people who’d been forgotten, abandoned, wrongfully buried here. Whose memories were disgraced by this place. But Jessica knew one person who deserved this. Who deserved far worse.

Finding his gravesite was a matter of combing through records. Records she technically didn’t have access to, but being a P.I. she’d picked up on a couple of hacking tricks. So she walked, sipping from the flask to keep her shame at bay, and eventually, made her way to the older gravesites. They looked like misshapen fields, and only those stone, grey-stained markers revealed the truth.

Burial Site 365 was on a dusty, sandy part of the island. Not far from the freshest trenches, and too recent for the grass to grow back. It was insult added to injury, and she was glad for it. She stopped in front of the marker, tapping her fingers along the stolen flask.

“Hello, Kevin,” she said to it. There was no way of knowing exactly where he was buried, no way that she cared to entertain anyway. (She could’ve searched harder, could’ve looked deeper, hell, she could’ve started digging, but this was good enough for her.) “Long time no see.”

Jessica took a swig, hating the usually comforting burn. But it let her focus on that, instead of the way her hands were shaking. On how all the things she’d wanted to say were suddenly gone. Her mind felt far away from her body, like she was floating above herself, looking down on the macabre scene from on high. But she’d never been good at holding the metaphorical high ground. The thing with Nat had proven that.

You no longer care about what happened to you or the damage that it caused.

But she did care. She tried not to, tried to forget, tried to move on, but she couldn’t stop picking at the wounds he’d left behind. Kilgrave was dead, buried in a mass grave under her feet, but she was still reeling from all that he’d done to her. All the times he’d made her smile and kiss him and straighten his tie. All the people he’d hurt, all the bodies left in his wake.

Was Reva buried here, too?

She shook her head. No, no Reva was beloved, she knew that. She’d seen the articles about the memorial service. Someone would’ve made sure she was put to rest, in a place far more suitable than this. This place wasn’t for rest and remembrance, it was where people were dumped to be forgotten. This wasn’t a graveyard, it was a trash dump.

“You deserve this,” she spat, grabbing the stone marker and squeezing. It crumbled like sand beneath her fingers. She ripped a chunk right off the top, tossed it as far and hard as she could. The hunk of stone sailed across the sandy field, past the other markers, landed in the water with a splash. Jessica turned back to the gravesite, to where his body was slowly rotting beneath her. “You deserve worse. You goddamn, piece of shit, motherfucking, asshole.” The words were bitter in her throat, tasted like ash on her tongue. No, no it tasted more like shit, like the oozing gunk he’d left inside her after he’d taken everything else out. Like death. If he was the dead one, why was she rotting with him?

You care more about control.

She stared at the broken marker, and the telltale shame crept in. Kilgrave deserved this, he wasn’t worth a marker, but there were other people in there, too. Other people who hadn’t asked to be buried next to a mind controlling rapist and murder. Even dead, he still tainted the people around him.

But he hadn’t destroyed the marker. She’d done that. And he hadn’t forced himself onto Natasha the other night, that was all her. His voice had been in the back of her mind, it always was, his declaration of demented love creeping up like a fungus around Danny’s words, and she’d let it choke away all meaning.

She’d let this happen.

This was your desperate grab for it, and you used me.

She used Natasha the way Kilgrave had used her, had used dozen of women. When he got bored, he used to ‘invite’ college girls up to their hotel room of the week. He used to toy with them, make them do whatever he pleased, and he’d made her watch, helpless from the corner. He used to make her beg to join in on the ‘fun.’

He used to kiss her, softly, because he didn’t need more than a few words to force himself onto her lips, under her clothes and under her skin. But Danny was the only one who kissed her softly now, and she loved the way his lips felt against her skin, the way it felt like he was piecing her back together. But sometimes, with her eyes closed, she couldn’t tell the difference between a kiss that ripped her apart and one that was meant to heal.

“Main Street,” Jessica breathed, wiping dust from the marker onto her jeans. She’d never be able to wipe it away fully. “Birch Street.” Just like Reva’s blood on her hands. Just like the feel of his neck slowly being crushed under her fingers. “Higgins Drive.” Just like the taste of Nat’s lips on hers, or the words that she’d spat. The truths that they’d both known but never articulated before, now branded on her skin, invisible but burning. “Cobalt… Goddammit.”

Her eyes were stinging, her chest constricting. There wasn’t enough air. She took another drink, like that would loosen her throat, but she only coughed. Spitting whiskey as a strangled sob left her throat.

She collapsed next to the stone marker, leaning her forehead against it. It might’ve looked like she was praying, like she was mourning. But for all the shame and guilt, for how much that night on the docks had twisted her up inside, she wasn’t sorry he was dead. She was sorry she had to be the one to kill him. Because she only cared about her goddamn self, wasn’t that obvious?

You pity yourself, Jessica. You drown yourself in that goddamn pity.

The sobs racked her body now, as she remembered every last biting truth Natasha had spoken. Truth like that came with teeth, and they’d buried themselves into her skin. She wasn’t like Luke, her skin scarred so easily. On instinct, her hand drifted to her ear, fingered the scar he’d made her leave behind. Even by his command, her worst scars were the ones she inflicted on herself.

The world owes you nothing, everyone has suffered.

And she knew that was true. She was trained to look for the worst in people, the worst that they could do, the worst that had happened to them. Misery was everywhere. In a city ravaged by aliens and superheroes and villains, personal trauma was the new goddamn black.

But the rest of the world somehow seemed to keep spinning. Trish had suffered, suffered far more than she deserved, but she’d moved on. Malcolm. Clint. Natasha. Sam. Barry. Danny. Liss. Dante. They’d suffered beyond imagination, but they’d picked themselves from the rubble and they had kept going. The only person who seemed as stuck as she felt was goddamn Tony Stark, and even he was a better goddamn hero, a better person than she was.

How did they do it? How did they take the pain and agony of life, and not let it push them into the darkest corners of themselves? How did they sleep at night, and wake up ready to face the world again? How did they survive, survive without clinging to a crutch (a bottle), and find a way to feel whole again?

“Get out of my head,” she pleaded, head pressed against the stone. “Christ, you took everything else. You took the past, you took any chance I have for a goddamn future. Just let me have the present. Get out.”

She was begging a corpse to let her go. He couldn’t control her anymore, but somehow, he still affected her every action, her every biting word, her Good Days and the long, sleepless Bad Nights. “I don’t want this,” she murmured, voice shaking, body shaking, every part of her trembling and fragile and weak. Pitiful. She had soaked herself in alcohol and self-pity, and she’d come out pitiful.

Strong enough to lift a car, to jump to a rooftop. Strong enough to punch a woman in the chest and stop her heart. Strong enough to snap a man’s neck with her bare hands.

But she wasn’t strong enough to live.

And she wasn’t brave enough to die.

Because when she died, even if Trish sprung for a funeral plot in a decent goddamn cemetery, she knew the truth. Her real memory would be right here, coiled around his body, his fingers clutching at what was left of her heart even in the grave.

She was so tired. So goddamn tired. Of life. Of herself.

You don’t deserve to know him, and you don’t deserve to know me.

Jessica Jones knew what she deserved. She deserved to be buried in a box instead of a coffin, her body stacked in a row two bodies deep and three across. In a trench, not a grave, unmarked by nothing but a dingy gray stone.

[coterminalangle]

THE WINGS TOUR ANAHEIM DAY 2 RECAP

-FIRST, I GOT PLENTY OF PHOTOS AND I FILMED ALMOST EVERY SONG (not the whole song for some of them) SO IF YOU WANT ANY PHOTOS JUST MESSAGE ME!!

-so i was pretty close up: section 225 row E

-pre-concert, they played all their MV’s and no one was really hyped for like 2013-2015 MV’S BUT THE MOMENT YOUNG FOREVER CAME ON EVERYONE WAS SCREAMING OK EVERYONE WAS HYPED LIKE BRUH

-they started with not today and let me tell you, the moment they appeared on stage, they looked unreal. literally. they looked like perfectly sculpted wax figures istg

-i couldn’t believe i was actually there; i still can’t.

-they did silver spoon next and the beat was kinda different but it made it more lit so i wasn’t complaining and boi those hip thrusts i dropped my phone

-everything went downhill after that- not downhill like failure of the show, but failure of my heart and mind to process my emotions

-all the songs im gonna recap are gonna be out of order from this point down

-so they performed dope and of course jimin ended with that cute ass heart thing

-lost hit me like a truck

-they did this mashup of old songs- n.o, danger, boy in luv, no more dream??, there were others but i honestly can’t even remember i was too hype

-ok

-cypher 4

-c y p h e r  4

-i am willing to kill to watch that performed live again

-i don't usually say these things but THEY LITERALLY WORE THOSE RICH ASS SUGAR DADDY COATS OK HOSEOK WORE THOSE FUCKING SUNGLASSES AND NAMJOON IS SO FUCKING TALL AND YOONGI JUST FUCKING SLAYED MY EXISTENCE OK

-speaking of daddy, this bitch sitting near me wouldn’t stop screaming daddy throughout the entire concert and i nearly smacked her 

-but yes, cypher 4 made my existence whole again

-SOLO SONGS

-jeongguk that talented ass fucker who can do anything and do it perfectly i can’t with that boy he performed begin so well thaT DANCE BREAK THOUGHT OMF so much talent i-

-jimin was a whole king. a whole king. when they lifted him up in the last chorus in Lie, i almost chocked and died

-yoongi. yoooooonnggiiiiiiiii. ok so first love. they played this vvv emotional video before he performed and it fucking crushed me and then yoongi comes out and slays the entire human race .here was an orchestra and i was so weak ok

-reflection. ok so you see, kim namjoon is my whole heart and seeing him in person was actually so surreal and absolutely unbelievable. sure, call him my bias but he means a lot more to me than a label. anyways, this boi, so fucking tall. he looks so much taller in person. like i have friends that are 5′11 but kim namjoon i dont know why he looked so damn tall maybe because he’s a glowing bean but still i dont understand why he had to look so damn perfect i screamed i love you kim namjoon at the top of my lungs about 67 times. OK AND BACK TO RELFECTION ok you know the whole “i wish i could love myself” part?? well after we started chanting “we love you” he started changing up his lines and i dont know why but they hit me so damn hard just him singing in english and being able to speak from his heart while he improvd in front of 20,000 people was heart breaking and heart warming at the same time

-stIGMA ok taehyung and namjoon swithced places so basically at the end of reflection, namjoon runs inside the telephone box and then taehyung comes out of it. here’s all i remember from stigma: kim taehyung hit those high notes yes he fucking did

-MAMA MAMA MAMA OHMYFUCKING GOSH ok hoseok is pure gold, he couldn’t stop smiling, ohmygod. everyone was hyping him up and he couldn’t stop smiling he’s so ethreal god bless. basically he sat in this chair with the backup dancers around him and he sings mama and all that. and you know that pause before he goes “hello mama” OK LOOK HE STARTED WALKING BACK TO THE STAGE AND HE PUTS HIS MIC ON A STAND AND STARTED SINGING/RAPPING ACOUSTIC OHMGOD BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE HIS “HELLO MAMA” FUCKING KILLED ME OK YES IM A 94 LINE ENTHUSIAST COME@ ME also during mama thre were videos of fetus hoseok playing on the screen and i sobbed my little boi i lava him so much

-AWAKE WAS MY SHIT I SWEAR OK JIN HIT ALL THE FUCKING NOTES GOD FUCKING BLESS HE’S A KING AND THEN DURING THE PAUSES IN BETWEEN LYRICS HE WOULD JUST LOOK AT THE CROWD AND HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA CRY EVERYTIME HE WAS SO SINCERE AND SO THANKFUL AND GRATEFUL I CAN’T THANK THE LORD ENOUGH FOR KIM SEOKJIN

-okok so they performed save me and i shit myself

-they performed run and i was like MY SHIT dude they kept throwing water or whatever that action is called but boy was it a beautiful sight they were so happy i’m so happy

-well fire. um. threw me under a bus and crushed every organ in my body HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN PERFORM THAT SONG SO WELL AFTER PERFORMING LIKE 15 SONGS BEFORE IT BITCH THEY WERE SO IN SYNC I CAN’T BELIEVE

-21st century girl was so cute they were so free and so themselves ive lived

-i need u. wow tears fell from my eyes

-favorite part of every song was when they would just stop singing/rapping and the entire audience just chanted the lyrics tey looked so happy i can’t

-whEN YOONGI AND HOSEOK TOOK OUT THEIR EARPIECES YOU KNOW YOU DID WELL

-OH AM I WRONG WAS SO LIT OK

-they played this really emotional video and it basically was saying how its 7 boys but 1 heart & 7 hearts but 1 boy and i honestly didn’t think it could hit me that hard it was just explainin their journey and how they’ll always walk togther i swear to god i’m whipped sadly i didnt get a video of this video but ohmygod

-everyone served fuckin looks wowow blessed

-seokjin told us that he felt born again and i lost it AND THEN HE GOES “ARMY YOU ARE MY HEART” AND HE HAD A FUCKING PAPER HEART TAPED TO HIS HEART I CANT WITH HIM OHMYFUCKING

-THEN TAEHYUNG TAKES IT AND STARTS MAKING CUTE FACES WITH IT

-ok someone threw some flower plushy i believe on the stage and seokjin picked it up and pretending like he was pikachuing with it god i cant him 

-kim namjoon started thanking his mom for everything hes done and accomplished and ohmyogod i screamed “thats my baby” so many fucking times at all 7 of them im so whipped 

-he started talking about the rainbow and then got all philosophical and i couldnt stop crying hes all “after rain theres always sunshine and thats where rainbows come from” aand im pretty sure he connected us to being his rainbow somehow ohmygod im melting

-did i mention kim namjoon is so fucking tall hes so ethreal i cant even begin to describe how much i love him ok all of them look so fucking good in person they look like gods tbh ohmygod KIM NAMJOON IS SO FUCKING TALL CAN I HAVE HIS HEIGHT IM ONLY 5′6 GODDAMN

-seokjin’s intense waving at the end made my life

-JIMIN FUCKING JUMPED LIKE 6 TIMES OK HE WAS JUMPING FOR JOY AS IF HE WERE JUMPING FOR A JUMPING PHOTO GODDAMN I OVE THAT BOY SO MUCH I CANT CONTROL MY EMOTIONS HES SO PRECIOUS

-HOSEOKS SMILE IS ALL I EVER NEEDED TO LIVE

-also your ears are literally plugged in there from the amount of screaming and hype so all of them sound perfect and have the voice of gods then once your ears are okk you can actually hear reality

-spring day got me so emotional jimin’s dancing man

-2!3! i cant begin to explain

-ok BOY MEETS EVIL HOSEOK IS A MOTHERFUCKING GOD I NEED AIR OK HE SLAYED THAT SO FUCKING HARD OK THANKS

-blood sweat and tears man. blood sweat and fucking tears: a song title that sumed up my entire concert experience. ok but it was so good ok, they were all so into it. DURING YOONGI’S FIRST RAP VERSE HE HELD OUT HIS MIC AN EVERYONE CHANTED HIS ENTIRE RAP OHMYGOD BEST MOMENT HE LOOKED SO SATISFIED I LOVE MIN YOONGI

-oh yes during that really emotional video they played you never walk alone and i lost it

-i probably forgot a shit ton of stuff but i hope this gave you insight on how to die and live at once

-one of the best nights of my life-i cannot begin to thank bangtan for their wonderful performance and ability to hype up 20,000 people and get them all to scream “i love myself” and to get a crowd to scream lyrics in a language they don’t understand or speak

-all 7 of them asked if we will walk with them forever, so here’s my answer amongst the 20,00 people screaming, crying, and hype: bangtan,  i will never fail to support you and i will never fail to stop loving you. thank you for proving that dreams come true, even if those dreams seem like a reality because we’re numb to believing the nearly impossible. thank you for letting me stick by you and thank you for bringing the freshest sense of life and love and reality. so yes, i will walk with you, out of pure love and inspiration.