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towerfandoms · 4 years ago

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So this is based off of @hopoffmyschlong idea so thank you ✋😌 but I really liked @darkkidplaidopera idea about the fridge 😔 so if yall want a FRIDGE!reader x Khun (where reader is a fridge and khun has to carry her) then lemme know. 🥵🥵 N E WAYS LETS GO. This is also VERY loosely based off of karmas and nagisas fight in ass class here (yes I am using an ass class gif for a khun fic what about it 😌😌) *repost cuz first one did show up in tags*

“Do we reallyyyyyy have to do this, Khun” you whined, rubbing your arms shivering slightly. “It’s way too cold in here and I’m tired!”

Khun didn’t even give you a choice that morning. He just entered your room, grabbed your wrist dragging you out of bed and leaving you in a heap on the floor. Well to be fair to the blue turtle, he had asked nicely three times but you were too busy dreaming of being Nagisa in that gif (don’t lie 🙈)

“Come on, get up. We have to train now before everyone else wakes up.” You laid there on the floor, refusing to move after the rude intrusion. Seeing as you were making no effort to move, Khun sighed loudly in annoyance. In one swift motion he threw you over his shoulders ignoring your quiet protests and threats and carried you down to the icy cold training room.

“Stop making so much noise or I’ll drop you again” He whispered in a hushed tone when you two passed by everyone else’s room. At last admitting defeat, you went limp and let him carry you down fireman style. If you were being honest you’d prefer bridal style but it was still comforting to feel Khuns warmth. Unbeknownst to you he smiled slightly at your unusual obedience but when yous arrived at the training room he just had to let go suddenly and drop you on the floor. When questioned, “its to build stamina,” was all that was said.

Hence your current predicament.

“Of course we do! You may be good with a sword but you still haven’t mastered the basics of hand to hand combat.” he replied exasperated. He had explained everything on his way down but you were dead set on delaying this as much as you can. “We can stand around doing nothing for as long as you like but the rest of the team will be here soon. Do you really want them to see how terrible you are at this?”

He did have a point damn it. Gritting your teeth you meekly shook your head no.

Khun clapped his hand and gave you his signature smirk. “Excellent, just as I thought. Now get into place and when I say start, come at me. And remember-”

“I know, I know. No shinsu or anything. Just hand to hand”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, then countdown. Three, two-”

“ONE, GOOO!” You shouted, running at full speed towards him and startling him in the process.

Khun barely had time to dodge as you tried to swing at his head. He rolled to the side but unfortunately for him you suddenly had a burst of energy. Like hell you were gonna let this arrogant jerk make this much fun of you. You tried punching him again, still aiming for his head. You missed once again but continued your ruthless attacks nevertheless. You only stopped once Khun jumped back, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“You didn’t even let me finish counting down” the blue haired man yelled.

“It’s the element of surprise, innit luv” you cheekily replied, poking you tongue at him.

“Oh for Gods sake!” He placed a hand on his head feigning a headache. Or maybe it was a real one, you were good at giving him those.

He stopped still and slowly looked up. He suddenly gave you an evil smile, sending shivers down your back. You knew what that look meant.... he was pissed off. You were in danger. And a lot of it.

“Ok, this time when I actually count to three, we’re gonna retry that. But word of advice, stop aiming for my head only. It leaves the rest of your body,,, defenceless”

Yup, today you were going to die. You quickly thanked god that the last thing you were gonna see was his handsome face and just as fast took up a fighting stance. You wanted a painless death so you didn’t want to risk pissing him off more-

“Three, two, one. BEGIN”

This time Khun was the one who ran at you but fortunately you were a bit faster so you managed to jump out of the way.

“I-I th-hah thought we were trai-hhh-ning” you panted, hands on your knees.

“The real world doesn’t adjust to your need... luv.” He began jumping towards you again, ready to attack.

That son of a bitch- how dare he use your words against you. He probabaly didn’t even know the reference. However you didn’t have time to ponder on Khuns appropriation of British culture as he narrowly missed your face. Thankfully you managed to block him just in time otherwise that would’ve left a bruise.

Guess there’s no choice but to attack back, you grimly thought to yourself.

You decided to use a different method. (Like deku) you realised you had legs and thought it was time you used them.

This time when Khun came at you again you held your arms up as if you were about to block. But at the last second you jumped and swung your leg, hitting him full force in the face sending him flying. You watched as Khun fell face first and laid in a crumpled heap on the ground, his back to you.

You regained your stance once again, expecting him to get up and finish you off once and for all. However Khun didn’t move but he was still breathing... luckily? He wasn’t gonna be happy when gets up anyways.

You slowly walked over to him. “Khun... ahhaa are you alright” you nervously laughed. When he didn’t respond you walked all the way over to him, standing above him.

“Khun- AGH” just as you were about to bend down to check on him when he pulled you down, crawling on top of you. He pinned your arms down, affectively trapping you. His blue eyes bore into yours causing you to squirm, shifting your gaze awkwardly.

“You haven’t got anything more to say hmmm?” He was grinning from ear to ear now, like the big bad wolf.

“Not really no...” you mumbled back, feeling your face heat up.

He leaned down closer, talking directly into your ear. “Honestly, I’m surprised how naive you are. Do you really think a single kick was really enough to knock me out.” He chuckled softly, his laughs directly in your ear. You could feel his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“Ahaahaha,, K-Khun. I-” you tripped over your words not able to form a coherent sentence. Hell you couldn’t even think properly. Not with Khun staring so intently into your eyes with that look. You turned your head to the side, trying to avert your gaze. However, as you did so your eyes fell on another blue head by the doorway.

“AHEM!” Ran cleared his throat loudly. He crossed his arms, clearly annoyed.

How long had he been standing there? you thought miserably to yourself.

“Ran?!” Khuns whole demeanour changed. He quickly clambered off then lent a hand down to you, helping you up. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh sorry I must’ve interrupted something,” the little brat did not look sorry. “Anyways, Rachel needed to talk to you AA but I suppose she’ll understand if you’re doing something....”

What happened to the Khuns to make them all so cold, you mentally shuddered inside your head. Luckily, as you were no longer under Khun you managed to compose yourself.

Khun sighed irritably.

“Ugh, what a pain that woman is. Why now for gods sake.”

“Hey, don’t blame the messenger. I’m just telling you what’s what.” And with that retort, Ran turned and left the training room with his hands in his pockets. Fortunately for you Ran could not care less about what was going on with you two so there was no need to worry about him telling the others.

“I suppose I better get going now too. Y/n, we can continue tomorrow. Besides,,, you probably wanna go get changed. You’re still in your pyjamas yknow.”

“And who’s fault is that.”

“Well maybe if you woke up when I asked nicely. Anyways, I’ll see you at breakfast. Bye bye for now.” He waved you off and left the training room

You watched his retreating figure, stifling a yawn. That man... he was the reason you were going to jail for 1st degree murder. Still you couldn’t deny you did enjoy that morning.

Looking at the clock you were brought back to your senses, remembering you had to be there for breakfast at 7. You had 10 minutes to change and wash up. And so you ran from the training room, your the tips of your ears still warm from the incident.

And scene guys, gals and nb pals 🥰🥰 anyways I hope this was to your liking cuz ngl I had sm fun writing this fic.

#Khun Aguero Agnes #khun aguero agnis #khun #khun aa #khun aguero agnis x reader #khun x reader #ToG #tower of god #tower of god khun #kami no tou #khun aguero agnes x reader

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years ago

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| what is worth | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: angst a/n: based on this request! i’ll be sticking with idol!jaehyun for this oneshot just because it suits and makes sense. such a challenging one to write ^^ i hope it meets your liking! 💜🧡💛

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people always said life is a roller coaster. they are full of ups and downs, and that the ride was so unpredictable. dating jaehyun was the exact definition of the phrase. you knew that for sure, however, it never really hit you until it actually happened.

more of you waited for it happen.

the nightmares continued to haunt the you who hid behind the walls of your already-low self esteem. what was scary was that they rather seep into the cracks of it than knocking it down brick by brick. they got you walking backwards though. you knew completely that you would be able hurdle over the fog of insults and bashing, but that was only the sight— what you see. the fog actually came in with poison that was slowly killing you inside.

these ordeals you were facing included that you were not able to go out in the public normally, hiding your identity as much as you could, and die-hard jaehyun biased fans calculating or eyeing your every move. there was a reason of the latter.

jaehyun recently posted a series of pictures of you and him. he explained how he was grateful to have met you, and how he was blessed to have you in his life. knowing the risks of dating a non-celebrity, he still forgo with the idea. and because he liked you a lot, he would do anything to make you notice his motives.

a friend invited you to attend a private fanmeet of nct 127’s. you knew of the group but never really paid any attention to. that was probably the reason why jaehyun was assertive into getting in contact with you. you were seated at the very front of the audience and he giggled inside to see you trying your best to stay awake at the three-hour long event. to him at the time, there was something about you that made you appear in his spotlight.

when jaehyun knew you won the random pick to have a personal selfie with the members, his whole body was filled with euphoria. he still remembered the scent of your perfume, the gentle colors of your eyeshadow and especially the shy smile you wore as you stood beside him to fit in the frame. it was at the end of the event when you picked out a bad-written post-it letter —in your pockets— from jaehyun, wanting to take you out on a date and left his digits for you contact with him.

it was an interesting date too and it turned out you had a lot of things in common. it was a gentleman move from him to start off friends with you. you took a liking for him because of that. you saw a normal person behind the name ‘jaehyun’. half a year had passed since then and he managed to get you to say yes to being his girlfriend.

regardless of having conversations and good agreements with jaehyun, he respected how you needed privacy and understood that you were still not confident enough to be in the limelight. he let you take your time.

now in bed and freshed up for sleep, jaehyun said he’d be coming to your apartment after receiving the green light from the company. they gave him a week off, so he wanted to spend half of it with his family and you.

whilst scrolling down a social media platform, you came across his post and some supportive words from fans. having to feel that people loved jaehyun to be happy and contented made you realise that there was good in humanity. it seemed that the nightmare and fog faded away, but nature has it that it was unstoppable.

you didn’t know how you ended up in that certain site and inside you was an urging push to see what was written. your fingers trembled at the thosands of anonymous comments filled with hatred, not to jaehyun but with you. sure the pictures showed only of your figure and the ever-sweet gestures couple would usually and normally do. yet, there were words that attacked your fragile heart in this matter.

“jaehyun deserves better.” “bet you she lured him with her figure.” “even if she hides her face, i know she’s ugly.” “why did he fall in love with someone like her?” “one thing for sure, he’d leave her eventually.”

at this point the nightmares turned worst. the poisoned fog completely killed you. that wall of self-esteem crumbled down, its bricks hit you with its edges and before you even knew it, your eyes clouded with tears, blurring the hatred words towards you. it was as if you could hear the words mocking you in whispers, where they deafened you briefly that you didn’t hear jaehyun entering your apartment.

jaehyun heard hiccups and small sobs coming from your room. oh dear she’s crying again..

he pushed the thin gap of the door, quietly stepping in and calling your name. “y/n..” he said, uncovering the blankets and his heart plummeted to the ground. he knew of your struggles because he knew how it felt like to be pressured into reaching that certain perfection.

“oh babe.. c'mere.” he embraced you in his arms. without a word said, it wasn’t the right time to talk about now. a hug was appropriate.

you felt an instant regret for dampening his sweater with your salty tears. “t-they have other and better things to talk about but they really had to choose to do this to us.” you began to speak after calming down from his hug.

he loved how you thought of him too even if the matter was completely about you. and the next words you uttered got him off guard.

“yuno, i think i’m starting to be afraid of cameras.”

jaehyun hummed, waiting for you to explain further. it was the first time you called him that name with feelings of discomfort, whereas he was used to you calling him with positivity.

“paparazzis and obsessive fans would do so much just to get a picture of us. i don’t know but they might’ve distorted my face or create gossip to spread around.” you now laid on your back, eyes on the ceiling and noticed the shuffles from him.

he saw your unlocked phone and his eyes grew realizing that you stumbled upon negative comments. “yeah i know, they do that to stir up something that’s already there.” he said, pulling you again for an embrace.

clearing his throat, there was pain in his voice. “i thought i received some fan letters. took me a millisecond to know they were hate letters, telling me i should look for someone better.”

“i see, you’ve had it hard too..” you tightened your grip around him.

“it’s been challenging for the both of us.” he kissed your forehead. “but i know we’ll make it.”

there was a spark of doubt trying illuminate inside you, yet the thought was quite insisting.

“i try not to think too much because i know it’s not worth it, but i couldn’t sleep peacefully at night knowing that it’d haunt me again.” you sighed, pressing face hard into his chest. “i may sound stupid and unreasonable but before you came here, i wanted to call things off, like breaking up with-”

“whoa hold on y/n.” he sat up, making you fall to the pillow and he stared into your eyes intently.

“you’re precious to me. i’m not giving away something i worked hard in pursuing for. they can say whatever they want but it doesn’t affect me. you are really worth the prize i was given. breaking up would only make things worse, we’ll both be hurt and it won’t be easy. seeing you this way, sometimes i blame myself for posting too much and getting you exposed into the world.”

silence showered you as you heard your boyfriend. why were you thinking of breaking up with him so suddenly anyway? was it to calm the nightmares haunting you? was it to push away the people who disapprove of your relationship with him? or was it to stop their expectations on you to meet the girlfriend standard? if it was any of these, then you would really think jaehyun doesn’t deserve you. you pressed your lips and blinked several times to avoid the tears from falling.

“no, it’s never your fault and you shouldn’t blame yourself.. i should’ve seen your posts as a sign of your happiness. i think it’s just me who has to adapt and get used to feedback from everyone. people just have awful standards.” you trailed off.

“babe, talk to me if you’re feeling down. call me if you think you’re falling apart. lean on me if you’re in need of support.“ his eyes were on the verge of welling. he thought that he’d stay strong for you. he was your pillar even on unstable foundation.

your lips started to quiver at the gloominess and low spirits between the two of you. “i’m sorry if i said i was breaking up with you..”

he held your hands in his, interlocking them to tell you that it was alright and he understood your position.

“hey, i’m always here to remind you that you’re worth to be mine. you aren’t like those who try to impress through looks and body- well you did impress me when you slept ten minutes in into the fanmeet, eyes all droopy and sleepy and-”

“i was finally starting to feel encouraged and my spirits finally lift up. but seriously yuno, that was so uncalled for!” jaehyun heard you hold back a giggle as you hovered over him, attempting to attack him with tickles.

“hey- stop- agh! i just wanted to see the smile i’ve fallen for!” he managed to flip you over, and you laid there tiredly. “i wanted to see you smile.” he leaned down for a kiss, where your hands held his neck. “i love you so much.”

when he said that and hugged you again, the fear of the haunting nightmares disappeared and that the fog dispersed too. you grasped everything. jaehyun pulled you out of the sleep, and was the warmth to your suffering.

“i love you more than you know, yuno.” you smiled into the kiss.

“y/n, was that pun deliberate?” he asked.

“maybe.”

people always said life is a roller coaster. they are full of ups and downs, and that the ride was so unpredictable. what they didn’t tell you was that you had the choice to scream out of fear or to enjoy the thrill.

you used to scream in fear, but now the ride was something to enjoy as jaehyun assured that he would be with you all throughout.

#nct 127 #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct jaehyun #yoonoh #yoonoh nct #jaehyun x reader #yoonoh x reader #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun oneshot

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asgardianthot · 5 years ago

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Aftercare (Steve/Bucky)

Dom/sub aftercare, angst

summary: Steve takes care of his sub, no matter how reluctant he is to it.

word count: 2996

warnings: mentions of BDSM (previous to the scenario), one unintended injury

Steve Rogers was known for many things, but kinky wasn’t one of them…

…one of the things people knew about him, that is, keeping in mind how he’d been working me with chains, spanking me and fucking the living breath out of me for the past hour.

Even though we’d both caught our breaths, I was left devastated on the bed, laying on my stomach as my bare ass was still heated red. I could have moved, probably, but taking in mind my recent submission and dedication, I believed I deserved to act as a ragdoll. So did Steve, who was already retrieving the soothing lotion and rambling about getting me some water or whatever.

“You okay?” he asked for the seventh time.

I sighed from exhaustion, given both by my sore body, and by his insistent question. No, I wasn’t perfectly fine, my back and arms were slightly hurting, my ass and butt cheeks were killing me, the marks left by the handcuffs in my flesh hand were burning, I had a small cut on my lip from biting on it that wasn’t majorly uncomfortable but I could still taste the iron in my mouth, and everything felt as if I’d ran a marathon. However, I wasn’t dying, he hadn’t done anything more than he’d done before and I had already answered to his question the other six times.

Plus, it’s what I loved more than anything. Being roughed up by Steve.

“I’ll have that water.” I mumbled, merely for him to shut up about it.

He nodded with a small smile, rushing to the bathroom to get me what I had seen myself forced to ask for. He came back with his boxer briefs on, still allowing me to stare at his sculpted body, glistening with the lingering of sweat sticking, and I thought to myself it wasn’t too much of a bad view to die looking at.

“Here.” He sat down on the bed where I propped myself on my elbow to drink from his a glass held by his hand, making myself useless.

I stared into his eyes while sipping it at first, thanking him with my gaze, then focused on gulping the water down as I was desert-like thirsty and hadn’t realized it before. Once I was finished, I fell back on my side with a loud puff of air.

“Better?” Steve’s puppy eyes smiled down at me while his hand, one that had been choking me minutes earlier, was now caressing my shoulder with extreme care.

A small grin made its way into my face although I was doing no effort to conceal my tired eyes. So I just closed them and nodded, practically getting ready to take a nap before Steve started to kiss my cheekbone over and over again, with the cutest caring pecks a grown man is able to give. I enjoyed the moment for as long as it went on, until he stopped to check the red marks on my ass.

“Looks painful.” He commented when his palm grazed the irritated skin, and I knew he was hinting the possibility of putting some lotion on it.

“It’s fine.” I groaned, then motioned behind me by tilting my head a little. “My back’s not, though.”

It was meant to be a witty comment, even if there was some truth to it. The sore feeling in my ass and cheeks wouldn’t even become bruises, and I had probably mildly bruised skin somewhere in my body, but the scratches on my back meant my flesh was exposed and therefore the feeling was a bit worse at that specific moment.

Steve hovered over me to check, immediately standing up to circle the bed and examine me from behind. “Damn, I’m sorry.” He said in a low voice, not really feeling overwhelming guilt, to be candid.

His fingertips ran through the red trails, the burning sensation immediate but bearable. The Captain ended up massaging some lotion into it, anyways, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. And good thing I didn’t try and stop him, for it truly was soothing after all. After laying a few kisses right under my nape where my hair stopped, he covered my corpse-like body with the blankets and returned to his original spot, where he sat next to me.

“You know, you’re kinda pretty.” I mumbled. “When you’re not unbearably annoying.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile, moving some sticking hair off of my forehead. “I just take care of you, you masochist.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You seem to love when I’m a masochist.” I said in a high tone, mocking how hypocritical he could be when it come to an activity performed by two people, and one he enjoyed so much, sometimes I forgot it was me who offered it in the first place and felt like he bribed me into it. “You just love being a pain in my ass after… well, literally being a pain in my ass.”

The blonde burst out laughing in reaction to my comment. He always was easy to embarrass, he would blush at the slightest joke or dirty comment, yet turned into something completely different when I kneeled in front of him, mouth open. I’d beg for release and he would spank me to shut me up, but sure, laugh like a toddler when I mention butt sex.

He went to kiss my wrist, lovingly caress the marks left by the cuffs, as he always did, yet this time it wasn’t as easy to move my, up until that moment, motionless limb. When he took a hold of my right wrist, the one arm I hadn’t moved merely out of instinct, the one made out of flesh and bone, the scorching pain made me hiss loudly.

“What?” Steve let go of my wrist, a terrified expression plastered on his face and wide-opened blue eyes piercing through mine, searching for answers.

I avoided his gaze, having trouble putting on a false worry-less face which ended up looking just confused. As I grabbed my own wrist with care, I sensed how absolutely wrecked it was, however being now prepared for the sensation, the pain didn’t take me by surprise and I was able to conceal any outer representation of it.

“It’s fine.” I lied, giving him a small smile, rubbing the skin with harsh metal fingers, which didn’t help.

Steve’s eyes were going nuts, scanning my face, scanning my hand, scanning my body, as if there were something else he’d missed, like a sword dug in my back or something. I could see the worry building up for he didn’t buy my poor acting.

“Let me see.” He insisted, his voice now a little sterner.

I shook my head and turned on my back to rest my head against the pillow, trying to forget about my wrist. I knew he would make a big deal out of it, blame himself, treat me even more like porcelain, as if it were possible. I only needed to heal the bone in question, not discuss it with an overprotective mess of a dom.

The man sat up straighter, still examining my face and torso. “Buck, let me see.”

“Mind grabbing me a sweatshirt?” I asked to derail the topic.

He held a serious and concerned expression, that was beginning to turn into anger, but complied, as he physically couldn’t not spoil me in aftercare, which implied accepting my every request, which were usually little to nothing. When he came back with the item, I received it with my good hand, however had trouble putting it on.

“Let me help.”

“I’m fine.” I raised my voice a little on exasperation, having already said those two words around twenty times before.

Nevertheless, I was not fine, taking in consideration the trouble it meant to slide my aching arm through the sleeves. I made a grimace that was impossible to control, followed by a grunt. Now he was definitely worried.

Not minding my opinions anymore, he walked up to me from the side of the bed and gently lifted my arm, concentrated on the hurting articulation, which happened to burn like a bitch when he held it in his hand. This time the noise that escaped me sounded much more like an annoyed grunt, mostly from holding back the pain but also out of real annoyance towards Steve’s stubbornness and hero complex.

“I hurt you.” He let out, examining the articulation.

I simply sat there, legs dangling off the bed, that big sweatshirt covering me all the way down to my thighs and a dead look on my face. It felt as if he were to yell at me like this was somehow my fault, which excessively-technically, it was; I was the one to always push myself to the limit, but those kinds of things don’t necessarily matter when you’re full of superserum and heal rapidly. Still, the image made Steve extremely upset.

“Was it the cuffs?” he questioned, still not facing me.

“I guess so, it’s where you put it last, didn’t you?” the words came out a tad too sarcastic for anyone’s liking, but I didn’t mean to take them back.

He closed his eyes. “I’m serious, Buck. You’re hurt.” Steve then let go of my hand smoothly to avoid any pain and rested one hand on his hip, more angry-pose than anything, even thought it was hard not to picture him as a model with such a sight. “Not fun-sex-hurt, but actually hurt. I hurt you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hand me my underwear?” I extended my arm, ignoring his overreaction.

He turned around to fulfill my command, not shutting up though. “This shouldn’t have happened. How did it happen?” he ranted while handing me the item.

“It was just an accident.” I said in a low voice, receiving the boxers and doing my best not to grimace while sliding it up my legs, but failing miserably. “It’s not- agh- a big deal.”

The ridiculous contradiction in my sentence made Steve tilt his head with a sad frown, a mixture between frustration and desperation for my refusal to let him do everything for me, or at least recognize the injury as important. He kneeled in front of me.

“Here, let me.”

“Go away.” I said unironically, however I felt like he received the words lightheartedly.

He insisted, which only made me feel even more humiliated as he tried to hold onto my boxers.

“Gimme.”

“I said go away!” I pushed back, hitting the back of my legs with the bed end and therefore falling on my butt; Steve stood back up and stared at me with a frown that had become much angrier, to which I cooled down and lowered my voice. “Can you stop acting like this? It’s insane.”

“No! What’s insane is whatever you’re doing!” he yelled down at me all of a sudden. “I broke your wrist, Bucky, how the hell do you expect me to react? I broke your fucking wrist!”

The scolding I was enduring had me looking down with shame, and I took the opportunity to lift the item of clothing that still laid right below my knees. I pushed it up my bum and accommodated myself, using my hand as little as possible.

“I didn’t notice.” I mumbled under my breath.

The way Steve’s voice rang across the room like a bark had me frowning up at him with something I couldn’t quite decipher, but walked along the lines of embarrassed and sad.

“What’s next? I choke you to death because you didn’t make me to stop?” he threw his hands out in the air, making a loud slapping noise when they fell at his sides. “I thought you were aware of a thing as simple as a safeword!”

Truth be told, the man had a fair ground to stand on regarding the why he was so disturbed. It was very easy for me to care little to nothing about my well-being. Hell, if Steve hadn’t been there to reach into my post-Hydra emotional hole and pull me out into his arms, I probably wouldn’t even be there in that room to receive his yelling. And my actions only confirmed it to him, the way I copied how reckless he was when it came to missions, how I didn’t mind leaving a wound unattended, the amount of times I forgot my body was mine and not the machine they had told me it was.

Technically, yes, this was somehow my fault for not noticing. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to apologize for something that held me as the primary victim. I was the one who got hurt, meaning Steve shouldn’t had been so tough on me for it.

He broke the tense silence with a puff of air, not raising his voice anymore. “Goddamn it, Buck!” he sighed, followed by his face falling on both of his hands in frustration.

I wasn’t entirely sure if it was caused by a fair mixture of my negligence and his decision to yell at me, or if one of those two weighed more than the other. Yet everything in my body pushed me to comfort him, not allow him to wallow by himself. I stood up slowly, contemplating his still body which barely shook his head a little, and walked to him where I could grab his arm tenderly.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I gave in, the slightest hint of annoyance in my voice. “I’ll be more careful. But I really didn’t notice.”

Instead of arguing back, Steve pulled me into a hug, which I reciprocated while avoiding any rough motions with or near my hand. He pressed the sides of our heads together and sighed again, this time more painfully.

“I can’t hurt you. I just can’t.” the way his thumb ran up and down my shoulder let me know he was apologetic more than anything. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t wanna yell.”

I remembered when I first told him what I was into, and he had thought he wasn’t capable of doing it, cause he didn’t wanna lay a finger on me if it was going to be painful in any way. But then we tried it, and he realized it was a different kind of pain and it very quickly grew on him. He liked playing like that, pretending to enjoy watching me suffer when all he really enjoyed was hear me beg, because it made him feel needed and in control.

He might have been the captain out there, but when it came to us both, he always said he had no say in his feelings or actions whatsoever, like I could ask him the world and he’d steal it from the entire population just for me. I never wanted to exceed those limits, never wanted to take advantage of his will. I even sometimes pretended he never confessed such thing to me.

“You didn’t hurt me, I hurt myself.” I did my best to ease the moment and comfort him. “And it’ll heal tomorrow.”

Steve kissed my forehead, then my temple, then cheekbones, until it led us into a sweet kiss. After staring deep into my eyes, as if we could read each other’s minds by doing it, he led me to sit down on the mattress, where he took a seat right next to me.

“I love you.” He said seriously. “So much, if anything were to happen to you…”

I simply stared down to my hands. “It’s already happened, remember? I can take it.”

Whatever torment he thought he was capable of unwillingly, was nothing compared to the things I had actually endured, and nothing Steve could ever do would even approach anything done by Hydra. He meant safety. I never had wanted to draw the psychological link between Hydra and my kinks, but I was pretty sure it has to do with catharsis, perhaps allowing the person I feel most safe with have their way with me in a healing manner.

He, however, didn’t enjoy any idea that compared him with the people who abused me. I could see it in his eyes when I peaked then looked back down to my hands, which he grabbed with utter care and held in his own.

As he pressed our hands against his chest, I could feel his voice buzzing. “I don’t want you to. I’m supposed to take care of you, not the opposite.” Suddenly, there was a hint of a smile in his pink lips. “You gotta let me take care of you, no matter how annoying I can be.”

We both smiled, him pleased with his reference to my complaints earlier, and me, giving into his warmness. Sometimes I had a hard time fathoming the idea of a person being the embodiment of the concept of haven. He kissed my metal arm, a gesture he didn’t do often but it reminded me he was the only person who knew how sentient it was, how much of a part of me and not just a weapon.

“I’ll get you some painkillers, okay?” he leaned to drop a kiss in my forehead before tugging a strand of hair behind my ear. “A heating pad and some hot chocolate.”

I frowned at the last addition, however a small smirk escaping me. “What’s the chocolate for?”

Steve only smiled as he got up. “To spoil you.”

Somehow he still got away with his own, for I gave into allowing him to pamper me without a single protest. And I figured, I wouldn’t care being looked after like that. When he got back with the promised, I laid in Steve’s arms while he pressed play on our old TV that we could barely use despite being a dinosaur for the likes of everyone else in this century.

And sure, I also figured there was nothing else I would rather be doing.

#stucky #stevebucky #steverogers #buckybarnes #chris evans #sebastian stan #captain america #captain america tws #the winter soldier #smut #aftercare #dom!steve #sub!bucky #fanfic #ao3 #marvel fanfiction #hurt/comf

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sluggerbot-2-5 · 5 years ago

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Sides in the Imagination.

Warning: A little bit of Angst

This is my idea of everyone going into the imagination but something bad happens. Some backstory for better understanding on what happens is while they're in the imagination, Virgil comes across a batch of flowers. Little does he know that these flowers can be very dangerous. They are actually something Roman made in his spare time, but Remus added a few kinks without telling him. They're called Fire Begonias.

Why are they called this? When wind hits them the petals lite themselves aflame and don't shrivel away. It's quite a beautiful sight actually. But being around it too long can have a few lasting side effects. What it does is if you take in its aroma too many times, then you'll be filled with a fiery rage. You'll have outbursts, your temperature will increase dangerously high, burn other things with a touch of a hand, etc. You can quite literally blow up from the effect of these flowers if not taken care of. And to Remus, this is quite amusing when it's unsuspecting villagers. But it becomes a serious issue when it takes effect on one of his close friends.

"Easy kiddo, try to calm down.". "Don't tell me to calm down. And don't baby me either. I'm a grown man, so why you start treating me like one.". Patton gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry Virge. I didnt mean to-.". Virgil then completely blew up at Patton. "Just shut up! When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that I'm not some defenseless little kid that you need to protect 24/7?" Everyone was in shock at what had just happened. Roman spoke up first. "Virgil, what the hell has gotten into you?" He turned him around to face him then held him by his upper arms. Virgil struggled to try and get out of his grasp. "Let go of me asswhole!" Roman had concern in his voice but also anger. "Not until you answer me. What the hell is wrong with you?" Logan stepped in to keep Roman in check. "Roman, don't be so harsh. You'll make it worse.". Logan held one of Roman's hands while the other was on virgils wrist. Roman turned to face Logan. " He can't just talk to Patton like that." "I know but harassing him for answers is not the best way to go at it either!"

"Oh no". Remus spoke softly. "What? What is it?" Deceit turned to him. "I know what this is and he needs to stop now!" Remus started running towards them. "Why what is it?" "Get everyone a good distance away from him. I'll get Roman." Deceit did as instructed while Remus rushed to his brother. "Let go of me dammit!" Virgil shouted at Roman as he still struggled. Remus came up behind him to get him off of Virgil. "Roman let go!" "What? Why?" "Just do it goddammit!" Remus pulled on his brother's arm desperately.

He let go but not because he was told to. It was because his hand was burning. "Ah! What the hell? Virgil, you're burning up." Remus stopped him before he could reach for Virgil again.

"Roman it's not safe here. You need to listen to me. I tampered with your Fire Begonias and this is what happens." "You what?!" He wanted to yell at his brother but he wanted to help Virgil more. Virgil started to have steam coming off of him. He looked at Remus with daggers. "You did this?" He shouted angrily. He then started to yelp in pain. " Aaagh!" Virgil backed away, screamed and pushed the palms of his hands against his eyes as they started to sting. Roman rushed over to try and help his friend in need. Remus followed him. "Roman you need to let him be!" Roman went up behind him but Virgil wouldn't let him touch him. "Get away from me!" "No, let me help-". " I said GET AWAY!" Virgil swung around angrily. A gust of wind and fire blasted both Roman and Remus back fifty feet. Virgil then ran away, afraid of how he had hurt his friends. Where he ran there were footprints burnt into the ground.

The twins were on the ground for a while before Remus was the first to get up. He turned around to find that Roman had burns all over his suit. Remus wasn't too bad as he was behind him. He stood up and looked down at Roman who was wincing in pain. Dumbass, he thought. He offered a hand and helped him up. "Thanks". Roman said. " No problem. Are you okay?" Roman tried to shake it off. "Yeah, I'm fine." They both chuckled a bit. Remus then placed a hand on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes as his voice dropped quickly.

"Good." Right after he said that he sucker-punched him in the gut. Roman fell like a stack of bricks, clutching his stomach and coughing. "Agh, what the-" "You're such a prick!" "Me?! You just punched me in the gut!" "Within reason too." He ran his hands threw his hair in frustration. "Why can't you listen to me for once? You pushed him over the edge! This is what you get for trying to be the hero all the time." He groaned in annoyance. "Hey, I'm not the only one at fault here.". Roman said while trying to stand up. "You're right, you're not. The only difference is that I took responsibility for my part." He said as he rolled his eyes with his arms crossed. Deceit, Logan and Patton came running around the corner out of breath. Patton spoke first of the three, "Oh thank goodness, you're okay." The twins barely acknowledged them as they continued to argue. "You could have told us what was going on sooner!" "I did! And then you proceeded to ignore my advice and continue to hassle him. So who's really to blame here?" "Guys-" Logan interjected but was cut short by both the twins yelling at him to shut up. "I was only trying to help him!" Roman defended. "No, you weren't. You were trying to fix him!" "What?!" " You do it all the time. You see people's flaws as problems so try to fix them. That's the thing with you Roman.

You think that you can just fix people but you can't!" Remus had gotten very loud and increasingly upset as Roman tried to defend himself. "When have I ever tried to fix someone?"

"ME!" Remus cried.

This silenced Roman and protests the others even thought of making. Remus turned away crying and clutching himself tightly. Roman, in an effort to comfort him, spoke up and reached out to his brother, "Remus..." but it was slapped away. "Don't." He wiped his tears away with his arm. "I'm going to be alone. And wherever I go I don't want you following me." Remus walked away to who knows where. As long as it was far away from Roman. Roman stood there not knowing what to do. He wanted to respect his brother's wishes but also wanted to go after him. As if seeing the conflict in his mind Deceit put a hand on his shoulder. He gave him a look of pity and concern "Don't." He said. Before Roman could respond, Deceit spoke. "You've done enough.". Roman sighed in defeat feeling absolutely awful. Logan and Patton then rushed to him to attend to his wounds from before. Deceit turned and started to walk off. " Where are you going?" Logan asked calmly. Deceit peered over his shoulder and with a solemn voice said, " To go repair the damage Roman did," he paused and waved off. "Take care."

#sander sides #creativitwins #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #sander sides fanfiction #angst #imagination

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originaldanganronpascenarios · 5 years ago

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(Indirect Murder Anon) No problem! IE: A spills something on B and B has to leave to clean it, leaving them a sitting duck for C to kill them when alone. Or, perhaps A asks B to meet them somewhere to hang out, not knowing B would run into C in that very spot first and promptly gets done in. A small instance harmless on any other day that on a bad one winds up leading another to their demise. Does that make sense?

Thanks for both wonderful examples you gave I also have something like "saw something but stayed silent wich didn't stop the killer" I hope it also is something we can count I guess?

V3 boys and their S/O indirectly helping someone with murder

Heavy spoiler alert!

Ryoma Hoshi

You were quite surprised but Rantaro asked for your assistance (let's say that the motive lasted a bit longer so you knew Ryoma better and shitz) and he was very bothered by something he said it was about the killing game.

He didn't said what it was exactly but you told him if it bothered him so much he should go and investigate it as soon as possible. You didn't follow him since even though it was suspicious you decided to believe in Rantaro.

So when he left to check whatever it was you went towards the dining hall. Everything was finie and there was nothing suspicious. Except for Tsumigi but you didn't suspect anything when she said she was going to bathroom.

Next thing you knew was Rantaro's body on the ground. Completely lifeless. Ryoma was surprised by your reaction becouse in your eyes he saw guilt. And that's how you felt if you didn't said anything about him about checking it...

When the investigation began you ran away wich made many people already suspicions of you. Ryoma being extremely worried dashed after you. Asking you what's wrong he tried to comfort you.

After you were keep repeating "Its my fault if I just told him to leave it he whouldn't get killed" he knew what was going on. He let out a sigh and said "You shouldn't blame yourself for this one kid... There was no way you could know about someone setting up a murder there" he pat your back and added "How about we try our best for everyones sake and find the culprit?" this kinda gave you smaller hope but you knew you had to explain your escape during the trial.

Gonta Gokuhara

You were part of Angie's council and she asked you if you could get her a candle before she started the ritual. But you had no time to get it since you were late alredy so Angie had to get it herself but she told you not to worry and go do your thing.

What you had to do? You promised to meet up with Gonta before nighttime. You wanted to check on Angie and get her a candle but you thought she had already done it by now so you whould probably disturb her ritual.

Little you knew Angie took her time before taking what she wanted and it was late enough to encounter Korekiyo.

When body discovery announcement played you were very scared. And so you saw Angie... Dead...

But she was in her lab right? It's not your fault right? Maybe if you stepped in that time...

Gonta saw your unusual behavior during investigation but you insisted that everything was alright.

As trial moved on and Shuichi explained that she died becouse she went to get a candle late at night you started to tear up. So it was your fault after all...

Everyone was caught off guard by your behavior and so you told them the truth. Gonta immediately said "S/O enough" everyone fell silent at his sudden voice "Agh! Sorry everyone it was not good of Gonta to raise his voice" you looked at him and waited for him to finish "Gonta thinks that S/O didn't do anything wrong. If it's someone's fault it's Gonta's... If Gonta didn't ask you to meet up you could help Angie" then he started to tear up but you stopped after Kaito shouted "It's none of yours fault its culprit here to blame dammit!" and then the trial moved on.

K1B0

You and Keebo were quite excited and looked forward to Himiko's magic show! So you were helping in preparations even though Kirumi did most of the work as she insisted to do it alone.

The maid asked you to bring her a rope from from the storage room. You didn't knew what was that for but you helped her out since she had some cleaning to do.

She told you the reason why she needed rope it was quite logical but what you didn't knew was the real purpose of that rope.

Next thing you knew was Keebo being thrown right on the fish tank where all was left from Ryoma were his bones...

You helped him get up and checked twice if he was alright since you whouldn't forgive Tenko and Gonta if anything happend to your lovely Keebo.

During investigation you didn't suspect anything. I mean there was no way Kirumi whould kill anyone and if so why whould she need that rope to do so?

So the investigation went the same like the last one. You mostly spent time with Keebo and tried to find useful clues.

However during trial it was stated that the rope way was used... And this threw you off guard.

Keebo was worried becouse of this very thing... He couldn't help but ask you about it and this made everyone suspicious of you.

You now knew that it was probably Kirumi but you couldn't get those words out of your mouth. Still Keebo believes in you and he tired to get you out of this situation "Now hold on a second just becouse S/O was triggered by the word 'rope' it doesn't make her/him culprit! There could be many reasons to this and more importantly we can be talking about 2 different ropes right now!" you knew it was the one but you didn't do it!

You tried to explain it to your classmates and told them that you brought that rope since Kirumi asked for it and the purpose was to stabilize the tank (the one with piranhas) since she thought it was slightly swinging so she wanted to add extra rope just to be safe.

Kirumi quickly secured that statement but her lies were seen through fast thanks to everyone.

Kaito Momota

Before Angies murder you heard Korekiyo talk about ritual that let you talk to ghosts. And so you asked about this (Wich now whould make you a suspect but Kiyo was going to bring it up anyways) that's not the end of your influence on Tenko's murder.

You noticed something odd about the cloth when you went to help out with the statue but you didn't report it since you thought it was just placed this way.

Now you regret staying quiet... Since you were sure it had to do something with that cloth and so you were sure it was Korekiyo who did it. You decided to stay silent though since looking at the fact that your only evidence was something you couldn't actually prove.

Kaito noticed the way you looked at Kiyo and was very concerned. You managed to convince him that everything was fine and there was nothing for him to worry about.

Once the trial started you felt guilty... If you said anything there whouldn't be another victim. Kaito saw how much you were struggling and so he spoke up "S/O is everything alright? You seem like something is bothering you" he didn't suspect you at that moment but someone else did try to make trial more interesting "Oh it all makes sense now! S/O must be the culprit since it seems like she/he isn't telling us something!" Kokichi said wich made Kaito quite mad.

Before Kaito could say anything you told them about the cloth you swore there was something odd about it and it also helped Shuichi since now he knew where the sickle was hidden. Of course it's just one of the many possibilities but it's more likely to be the case.

After everything was over you didn't stop blaming yourself for this... Kaito tried his best cheering you up. He couldn't stand the fact that you thought it was all your fault...

Shuichi Saihara

Once Kokichi was out of control you were lost and that's when you decided to sneak inside the place and Kaito spotted you. He asked you to bring him crossbow from Maki's lab.

You weren't sure about whole thing but you decided to help Kaito stop Kokichi. He whouldn't kill him right?

Still you wanted to hide this fact but it seemed like Keebo noticed you too... That's why during investigation Shuichi asked you about whole thing.

You told him everything you knew and he didn't even question it he trusted you and saw no reason for you to lie.

Still no matter who died you felt like the crossbow you brought had something to do with this...

After you told him everything you looked down and he flet like he had to say something... "S/O... Even if the crossbow had to do anything its not your fault. I know you just tried to help Kaito" he placed his hand on your shoulder "Now let's try our best to solve this crime okay?" it was tough but you didn't let all those stupid things get to you and you tried your best with investigating.

Kokichi Ouma

As the two of you entered program made by Miu he told you about his plan. So Miu was planning to kill him? You asked him if it was necessary to kill Miu... And use Gonta like this...

He told you that he will do it since it is very necessary for his plan to end this game for good. Even though the whole plan seemed wrong and it was total madness you agreed to help out.

Before he got Gonta on his side he told you one thing "S/O don't you dare to blame yourself for this. I am and will be the only one responsible for this" you didn't comment this but felt a tiny bit better about whole situation.

But you feeling good with it is far from truth. All you wanted to do is to finish it once and for all.

What you did? Distracted Miu for a bit so she whould be late for her meeting with Kokichi. Since Gonta isn't the smartest Kokichi thought he whould need extra time explaining everything. Still he all made it pretty clear.

After everything was over Kokichi knew you didn't felt anyhow good about it and he didn't blame you. It was all his fault you felt that way but sometimes you have to act distant to be close...

Korekiyo Shinguji

It was quite late but most of the students were awake. Luckily no one did anything suspicious.

Untill you met up with Kirumi who was holding quite huge stick asking for its purpose she told you that she wanted to get something from high place she couldn't reach. Seemed logical enough? Still why whould Kirumi kill anyone?

You met up with Korekiyo and started just hanging out when Gonta got you and dragged to his lab it was all so sudden but Gonta made sure nothing happened to any of you.

Korekiyo tried to protect you from the bugs even though they weren't much hostile still you can't be too safe Korekiyo also had to be extra careful not to kill any of the bugs becouse then it whould be an end for both of you.

After this nightmare you went to see Himikos show and you couldn't be more surprised to see a dead body. Yet you haven't realized that you know who is the culprit.

During the trial you learned that you were able to stop that crime... If you didn't believe her so easily...

How dumb you had to be... To get tricked by such an excuse she didn't even said anything about either object or 'high place'...

When the trial was over Korekiyo immediately hugged you and said "Don't worry S/O I think that everyone whould believe her it's we are talking about Kirumi after all and in any case you shouldn't be the one to be blamed here"...

Yes there is no Rantaro for a reason.

~Mod Chiaki

#Ryoma Hoshi #Gonta Gokuhara #K1B0 #Kiibo #Keebo #Kaito Momota #Shuichi Saihara #Kokichi Ouma #Korekiyo Shinguji

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jimbersquish · 8 years ago

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Willowden

By Jimbersquish

Rating: M

Genre: Romance; a/b/o dynamics; Alternate Universe--Wolves; Bonding; Mating Bond; Soulmates

Other notes: Some original characters

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Summary: Jimin is an ordinary high school student. Around school he’s pretty much ignored—and he likes it that way. He doesn’t need the added drama that these angsty teenagers deluge on anyone involved. Been there, done that freshman year, and he’d really not like to go back. He’s content with his small group of friends and their regular shenanigans. They really keep him entertained, and he needs the entertainment, because if there was one word he’d use to describe senior year so far, it would be borrrr-ing. But he doesn’t remain bored for long. One night on the way back home from a party Taehyung and Co. talked him into crashing, he finds himself kidnapped and taken to a strange place.

Chapter 1: Obsidian (3449 words)

“So Hamlet was just really bad at making up his mind, and that led to his death?” A student from somewhere in the class asked. “Yes,” the teacher answered, “it was his fatal flaw.”

“Isn’t that a little…melodramatic,” the student replied and Jimin rolled his eyes.

“What do you think Shakespeare was trying to say by making something so simple, Hamlet’s fatal flaw?” The teacher asked to the class. There was a long silence. Apparently none of the students knew the answer.

Jimin was staring at the clock with bated breath. He had his chin in his hand and his elbow on the desk as he watched the staccato movement of the clock’s second hand. The ticking was even audible in the quiet of students probably staring at the teacher with blank expressions on their faces.

“Shakespeare, was trying to highlight an occurrence that we face every day,” the teacher explained, “making a decision. Sometimes it can be difficult to do certain things, but they need to get done. You shouldn’t put off the difficult things just because they aren’t easy. For example, homework,” She continued, “Right, Youngjae?” and the rest of the class laughed at this. It was common knowledge that Youngjae would rather ask around for the answers the period before, than actually try to come up with them on his own.

Realizing that the clock wasn’t going to move any faster, Jimin turned his eyes towards the window. He sat on the edge of the class right next to it. He was eternally grateful that his assigned seat allowed him to be so close. It was the closest he would get to the outside before the bell rang, signifying the end of the school day.

The sun was barely out today, and the slight overcast made the afternoon look later than it actually was. Jimin noticed that there was a large black dog outside, sitting some distance away. It really looked more like a wolf, with its big pointy ears and fluffy mane, but what would a wolf be doing out in the suburbs? Maybe it was a Husky with the opposite of albinism, he mused and laughed internally at his own joke.

The longer he stared at it though, he couldn’t help but feel like it was staring right back at him with its piercing green eyes, the only part of the animal not obscured by dark fur. It was blacker than night, and so shiny. The sunlight reflected off of it like obsidian. Even with its unyielding gaze, Jimin never felt afraid. The animal didn’t seem threatening, it felt more like curiosity than predatory stalking. Its stance was strong, alert. It showed no sign of caring that it was being watched right back. It wanted Jimin to see it.

The bell ringing caused Jimin to jump a little. He stood up swiftly, ready to get the hell out of that place, and stuffed his books into his gray Jansport backpack. He put one strap over his right shoulder as he started to walk out, falling in behind the mob of students trying to squeeze through the door. When he looked back at the window the wolf was gone.

“Agh!” The force of something big and heavy jumping onto Jimin’s back caused him to grunt at his misfortune.

“Hello, Jiminie.” His friend’s deep saccharine voice sounded right next to his ear. Jimin shook him off and yelled, “Why would you jump on me? I’m small.”

“Now you admit it?” Taehyung teased.

“Shut up.” Jimin rolled his eyes. He just couldn’t seem to do it enough. So many things in life warranted his eye roll.

“You know you love me.” Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jimin’s chest a little too tight.

Their interaction was interrupted by the honk of a car horn and they both turned their heads toward a light blue Mazda 3.

“Winner gets to sit shotgun!” Taehyung shouted before running off in the direction of the vehicle.

“You fucking…,” Jimin said under his breath and took off right behind him. Despite his slightly shorter legs, he caught up quite quickly and even reached the passenger side door first, but by the time he realized that Hoseok was already sitting in the seat, Taehyung jumped into the back and slammed the door behind him.

Jimin tried the handle only to find it locked. “Come on, open the door.” He could practically hear Taehyung snickering. He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, and stood there on the curb until he heard the click of the lock. It must have been unlocked by Seokjin, because Jimin didn't see Hoseok move a muscle.

“Hoseok,” he started, “you couldn’t unlock the door?” He asked as he climbed into the car and buckled his seat belt.

“I’m sorry, Jiminie. You just look so cute when you’re mad.”

Jimin scoffed. “Hi, Jin. How was your day?” He asked with mock politeness, “Since you seem to be the only sane person in here.”

“It was fine. College you know,” Jin answered, as he pulled away from the curb and got behind the line of cars on their way off the school grounds. After school traffic was the worst. Congestion caused by the surplus of parents coming to pick up their kids, buses on their way to drop off others, and high school students lucky enough to have a car, made getting off of Oakridge Road a fifteen minute ordeal.

"Hey, Jin," Taehyung said, "I kind of gave Mr. Thompson your number, and told him that you were Dad."

Jin sighed with exasperation. "Seriously?!" He griped. "What did you do this time?"

"Nothing! I swear. He just doesn't like me," Taehyung said.

"He told him to go fuck himself," Hoseok announced. Then Taehyung leaned between the seats in order to smack Hoseok a couple of times on the arm.

“Put your seatbelt on!” Jin yelled.

“We’re in a school zone!” Taehyung yelled back. "We’re barely even moving,” he added before reluctantly buckling himself in. “And that wasn’t what I said. My exact words were, “You should just ask someone else”, after he demanded that I give him the answer even though I kept saying that I didn’t know."

“He was only doing that because you told him last week that he did the math wrong in front of the entire class.” Hoseok retorted.

“THANK YOU, HOSEOK. You’re really not helping,” Taehyung replied.

“I’m just saying, if you want to stop getting in trouble, you should stop doing things to make him hate you.”

“More than he already does,” Jimin added

“It’s not my fault he has a superiority complex and got offended just because I tried to show him a shorter way to get to the same answer.” Taehyung huffs and slouches down in his seat.

“Hoseok’s right. You should just leave him alone, for your own sake. I am not picking up the phone every time he feels the need to tattle on you,” Jin said.

Taehyung feels bad about having to subject his brother to the long, and most likely stupid, conversation he was going to have to have with his teacher, but it’s better him than their parents. "I didn't want to give him Mom or Dad's number because they'll believe anything he says. You’re the only one that knows what I’m actually dealing with,” he explained.

“I know he’s an asshole, but please try not to get into any more trouble, Taehyung,” Seokjin said. He does know what his brother is going through. He complains about it almost every day that he gets in the car after the final bell, but enough is enough. Sooner or later the battle that’s been going on between Taehyung and his teacher would reach a tipping point, and when that happens, the results won’t be good. Taehyung could end up facing suspension or worse, and that won’t be very appealing to colleges.

When they finally made it back to their neighborhood, Jin stopped in front of Jimin's house.

“I’ll text you, Jiminie.” Taehyung called from inside the car, and Jimin waved before shutting the door. The car drove off as he trudged up the empty driveway to his house. It was a Tudor style place with red trim and cream, sunbaked panels. It had a red door to match and the window sills had small flower beds—his grandmother’s idea. She was to blame for the house’s over all cuteness. All the homes on the block looked essentially the same, but his was the only red one.

He shut the door behind him and threw his keys carelessly onto the table near the door. Then he poked his head into the living room where his grandmother was watching TV.

“Hi, Grandma,” he said.

“Hi, Jiminie. How was school?” Her sweet voice asked.

“The same,” he said over his shoulder as he walked past the stairs and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and scanned his eyes over its contents before grabbing a water and shutting it again.

“What was the same about it?” His grandmother was now standing in the opening just past the threshold that led back into the foyer.

“Oh, you know. Teachers, class, Shakespeare. Wash, rinse, repeat.” He spun his hand in a circle. “It’s just an endless cycle until graduation.”

“You want me to make you something?” His grandmother asked seeing how he closed the fridge, seeming disappointed in what he found.

“Yes, please.” He said with a smile. “I love you, Grandma.”

She laughed and said “I love you too, Jiminie.”

Jimin sat at the counter and watched his grandmother pull out ingredients from the fridge and then start to busy herself at the stove. He really did love his grandma. She was such a sweet woman. Always spoiling him. She was thin but not that tall. Jimin was taller than her, thank God. He didn’t think he’d be able to live with himself if his own grandmother had a few inches on him. She stood over the stove with a slight hunch that probably came from being hunched over while gardening, and cooking like she was now. She wasn’t that old, about sixty-something. Jimin can’t remember. Every year on her birthday he asks, “How old are you this year, Grandma?” He says that it’s just to see if she remembers, but really he had stopped keeping track after she hit fifty-five. It’s not like he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t like to see her getting older. So once she tells him her age, he forgets by the next year.

Hyeji had her peppered, dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, the way she usually wore it. Jimin hoped he inherited those genes. He would love to only be sporting a few gray hairs by the time he reached her age. She was wearing a pink sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a pair of white trousers cropped at the calf. She normally wore pastel colors and light neutrals. It really matched her sweet personality.

“Here you are, Jimin.” She placed a very thick grilled cheese with fried vegetables on the side in front of him. “Are you just going to have that water? You should have tea. It’s better for the digestion.”

Jimin didn’t even bother answering, stuffing his face with the sandwich. She was already at the sink filling up the kettle and she probably wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyways.

“I know peach is your favorite.” She said while rummaging through the cabinet full of boxed tea. When she found the one she was looking for, she took out a bag and placed it into the mug that was already sitting near the stove.

Jimin swiveled in the stool at the sound of the door shutting, followed by the rhythmic clunk of his mother’s high heels on the white marble floors before she appeared.

“Mom.” She greeted. “Jimin,” she said as she dropped her purse on the counter beside him, before giving him a kiss on his greasy cheek. Then she walked around to her mother still standing by the stove.

“No sandwich for me?” She asked to which her mother retorted, “Would you like one, Jane?”

“That’s okay. It’s a little fattening.” Jimin looked down and pouted at his sandwich when the kettle started to whistle.

Hyeji came over with the mug in her hand, steam swirling out of the top. It would be a while before Jimin could drink it without getting burned.

“Don’t listen to your mother,” Hyeji started after seeing the way Jimin was eyeing the sandwich dejectedly, now laying half eaten on the plate. “Grilled cheese is not fattening for cute little boys, with pinch able cheeks.” Jimin squirmed away from his grandmothers eager fingers. She was always trying to cop a feel. “They’re fattening for skinny women in stilettos and pantsuits.”

Jimin giggled at his mother’s offended expression. “I’m not little and I’m not cute,” he said. Both Hyeji and Jane looked at him with an unconvinced expression and then said at the same time, “You’re cute.” The way their tones were dressed with certainty, made it sound like they were speaking the truth, and nothing but the truth.

Jimin grabbed a broccoli off of his plate with his fingers. There’s no way he’s taking another bite of that sandwich with the pretense of getting fat hanging over his head. “I’m going up stairs,” he said and then picked up his backpack from its place on the ground by the legs of the stool.

“Wait,” his mother called, “It’s your birthday soon. What do you want to do? We can throw a party.”

Jimin snorted. “I only have like two friends.” He followed his mother’s hand down to his plate and watched as she brought the half-eaten grilled cheese to her mouth.

“Okay, no party. Then what?” She asked with a mouth full of food.

Jimin walked away with a shrug. “I’ll let you know. I have homework.”

Jimin went up the stairs and skimmed his eyes across the family photos that lined the walls of the staircase as he climbed. Most of them were pictures of him from when he was little. There aren’t many current ones because he never seemed to smile in the pictures anymore. His mother complained that scowls weren’t attractive to guests, even if he was still handsome anyways. There were two photos of his father. One was his parents’ wedding photo. The ever cliché kissing pose taken somewhere outside. The other was a picture of his father holding him in his arms. He thinks he looks a little like his father. He’s smaller than him, more lean than beefy. He has his jaw line, and maybe his eyebrows, but that’s about where the resemblance ends. He got his mother’s everything else, small sloped nose, thick lips, and her eyes. He can’t complain about those because he’s always been proud of his eyes. They’re his favorite feature, that and his hair. He’s always had great hair. It’s soft and bouncy, and it falls around his eyes beautifully. That’s probably one of the reasons why he likes his hair as much as he does, it frames his most defining feature.

His mother doesn’t talk about his father much and whenever he asks, she closes up and then he just feels bad, so he stopped asking. She won’t even tell him his name. What she has told him, is that he passed away when Jimin was still a baby, but that was as far as the story went. Jimin still wonders what it could have been like if he was still around. Would his mother be happier? Would his father love him? Would he teach him how to do things like throwing a football?—or how to date because that is still a mystery to him.

Jimin walks into his room and drops his bag onto the floor. Then he turns his back towards the bed and lets his knees give out with a sigh, free-falling into the mattress.

“I miss you dad. I never knew you, but I miss you.”

There was a faint knock on his slightly ajar door. “Hey, Jiminie.”

“Hey, Hoseok.” Jimin didn’t have to look, he knew his voice, and Hoseok was the only friend that showed up unannounced around this time of night. He walked in and closed the door behind him before jumping into the bed next to Jimin. He wrapped his arms Jimin’s neck and rubbed his cheek against Jimin’s face like a cat. “You smell good.”

“I just got out of the shower.”

“That explains your cold damp hair,” Hoseok said pulling his face away, “it’s ruining my hug.”

It wasn’t strange for Hoseok to be this way towards Jimin. It was how he always was. He’s been clingy ever since they were little, and he just never grew out of the habit. Hoseok actually lives in the house behind Jimin’s, and he’s mentioned the fact that Jimin’s house is way cuter than his multiple times.

“What are you watching?” Hoseok asks still clinging to Jimin’s neck like a koala. Jimin was laying on his back, more listening to the noise than paying attention to what was on the screen.

“Nothing really. I’m about to turn it off and go to sleep.”

“Oh,” Hoseok sits up and brushes Jimin’s hair out of his face. “I just came to say good night.”

“You could have sent me a text.”

“I know. I just…worry about you sometimes.” Jimin looks perplexed and asks why.

“Because you’re my little Jiminie.” He answers. Then Jimin picks up the pillow next to his head a swings it into Hoseok’s face.

“Hey!” The pillow get snatched out of Jimin’s hands and before he knows it, he’s being suffocated by his own best friend. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

When the pillow is finally lifted away, Jimin sits up feigning his difficulty breathing with fake gasps of air. “I can’t believe you just tried to kill me!”

“Tried?” Hoseok asks, “Oh, you haven’t seen attempted murder yet. Give me that pillow.”

“No, no!” Jimin shrieks, “I don’t need a demonstration.”

Hoseok laughs and starts heading for the door. “Goodnight, Jiminie.” He says and then he leaves with the click of the door.

Jimin shuts off the TV and then the lights. He lays on his side in bed, covers pulled up to his face, and he closes his eyes. Lately, every night it's been the same thing. Jimin tries to sleep, tries to get comfortable. He changes his position throughout the night, flips his pillow. Goes from having the blankets on, to blankets off. Nothing works. Every attempt at sleeping is done in vain, but he still has to try. Even when he does drift off by some miracle, he ends up waking just a few hours later, only to repeat the same restless ritual all over again. Tonight is no different.

With a frustrated huff Jimin throws the blankets off of him and moves with heavy feet to the sliding glass door in his room. It opens to the night air, and it is fitful tonight. The cold wind whips against his face and combs through his scalp like icy fingers. It only gets stronger as Jimin makes his way onto the roof, a process that does require some light parkour in order to reach it. Up here is Jimin's favorite place in the whole house, maybe in the whole world, but it's not like he would know. He hasn't seen the whole world yet. Up here is his favorite place because, here, perched on the apex of shingles, is the closest he can get to the stars. They are like a billion tiny freckles in the face of the endless sky. This place on the roof is where the moon keeps him company while everyone else is asleep, missing out on the wonders of the night. He receives a strange comfort from it, and he feels like it sees him, knows him, and understands him. He has a weird feeling that it's watching him but he is not afraid of it. The moon is his guardian angel that floats above him to spot any dangers advancing from afar. A watchman at the top of a fortress.

Jimin's eyes flutter shut and he tilts his head trying to listen. He's trying to hear the moon. It is saying something, but night after night, no matter how hard he strains, all he gets is silence. Silence and a faint howling being carried over the wind like a whisper.

A/N: So this was chapter 1: Obsidian. It’s an excerpt from an ongoing fic that I post on Ao3. If it interests you, please come on over and check it out! Willowden

#jikook fanfic #bts fanfic #alternate universe #jikook #omegaverse #alpha jungkook

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