#okay either go watch tv or go to bed stop having a mental breakdown in the tags

[ghostofasecretary]

feeling very down! annoyed about it! i had a good day!! i am upset that my brain went on a 45 minute long spiral about how bad my last job went and also how bad All My Trauma Ever has been and also how my life is a mess! i am trying to get out of that pit but it's not going great! graaaaargh!!

[brelione]

After (The Best Boys)

Series Masterlist

Warnings:Smut, hospitals, mental breakdowns/panic attacks.

After the three weeks that Topper was in the hospital everyone was  in pure agony.None of you were really sleeping properly, your days spent at the hospital with your friend, voices never going above a whisper.

He was getting better, able to sit up in his hospital bed and play uno with you and Rafe while Kelce napped on your lap.Kelce was getting the least sleep, the stress all catching up with him.

You didnt know how to bring it up, instead helping him in the only way you really knew how.That was by extra hugs, a shit ton of forehead kisses and sleeping in his bed with him when he stayed at your house.You had no idea what was happening with you and Rafe.

When Kelce would leave whether it be to the grocery store or to pick up McDonalds you would find yourself on the couch with Rafe, sharing feather like kisses with your arms wrapped around eachother.You still hadnt figured out all your feelings.

You knew that you liked kissing Rafe but you werent sure why.He was gentle and it calmed you but that didnt mean you loved him, right?Sometimes when you were kissing Rafe you’d start to worry about Kelce.

You would usually go with him when he went grocery shopping but he now preferred to go alone, figuring that it would help him clear his head and get lost in the music from his radio.

You laid with your chest pressed against Rafe’s, your hand twirling his hair with his head resting against your neck, arm around your waist.You were still wearing Topper’s hoodie, switching between the gray hoodie you had took from him and the black one with a rabbit sillouhette on the back.

You still felt scared of touching Topper, way too worried about hurting him even when he was practically begging for hugs and forehead kisses.It killed you to not be able to, wanting nothing more than to hug him and kiss him and laugh at how stupid he was.

Rafe sighed, lifting his head from your shoulder, the tip of his nose resting against yours, letting out a small sigh. “You excited to take Topper home tomorrow?”He asked, his eyes only half open as he spoke.You hummed, a small grin on your face. 

“Mhmm...Ive missed him a lot.”You glanced down at Rafe’s lips, looking back up at his eyes.A small smile tugged at his lips, leaning towards you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, smiling a bit.A dozen of gentle pecks later and he had ended up on top of you, elbows on either side of your waist, sighing against your lips. 

“The nurse said we can do movie nights again soon as long as its not too loud.”He informed you, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, smiling when you let out a small laugh. “Thats good...I think he has to have like infinite movie picking nights.”You replied, leaning up to kiss him again.

He nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah, definitely.But the no horror movie rule still stands, right?”He asked, looking down at you with a big smile.You rolled your eyes, pulling his head down so you could kiss his forehead. 

“Yeah, the rule still stands.”You grinned, your hand going back to play with his soft hair.He had washed it today.You could tell because it was nice and soft, well conditioned with some high end conditioner.

Out of curiosity you sniffed it, face heating up when he lifted his head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sniffing my hair?”He asked, trying not to laugh.You rolled your eyes.

 “Shut up.”You grumbled, tugging lightly at the dark hair.He let out a low moan, surprising you both. “Did you just…”You trailed off, noticing how red his face had gotten, his face burying itself into the soft fabric of the hoodie. “Shut up!”He exclaimed.

You simply laughed, sniffing his soft hair again, trying to figure out what the scent was.He laughed, holding onto you tightly.His hair smelt like maraschino cherries and roses. “Your hair smells really nice.”You told him, inhaling the scent again.

He let out another laugh, biting his lip. “Yeah?”He asked, trying to remember which shampoo he had used that morning.You nodded, not able to feel your legs from his weight on top of you.The door swung open, Kelce coming in with a brown bag of Chinese food, setting it down on the table.

He didnt say anything, just sat down on the floor and started to take the food out, placing the boxes on the table.You frowned, Rafe getting off of you so you could move across the couch, hugging Kelce from behind. “You okay?”You asked, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

He sighed, leaning back against you and letting you wrap your legs under his arms. “You seem stressed.Do you need to talk about something?”You asked, quiet enough that only he could hear it.He shook his head, opening one of the boxe and handing you a crab rangoon, laughing when you took it in your teeth right from his hand. 

“We need to save rice for Topper.”You reminded Rafe as he scooped it onto a paper plate with a spoon.He frowned, shaking his head. “Nope, Topper drove off a bridge.He gets no rice.”he replied, staring up at you as you glared down at him.

It took a few seconds before he hummed, putting some of his rice back into the container. “Should we get him cake or something?They wont let us smuggle him McDonalds so maybe we should get him that.”You thought out loud, grabbing another crab rangoon.

They shrugged, not really knowing. “My mom wants me to be home more often because she’s convinced i’ll crash like Topper did.I dont know, she just wants me home tomorrow for a family day or something.I’ll probably just stop by Topper’s house after you guys drop him off tomorrow.”Kelce fixed himself a plate, the two of you ending up switching positions so that you were on the floor while he sat on the couch with his legs on either side of you.

You sighed, resting your elbows on his knees while you bit into a piece of shrimp.Rafe turned on the tv, staring at you and Kelce.He wasnt sure what was happening with you.He didnt really understand why you two did what you did or why you guys never talked about it.

He ended up turning on Nickelodeon, glad when Victorious started playing.Rafe was grumpy the whole night, up until three in the morning as he scrolled through his phone.You and Kelce were cuddled up at the end of the couch, your arms and legs wrapped around him with your nose pressed against his chest, loud snored escaping the two of you.

Eventually he fell asleep, his phone on his chest and his head on the arm rest.He was woken up by you jumping up and down on the couch, grinning when you saw his eye open. “You gotta get up, bubs.We have to go get Topper.”You reminded him, hopping off the couch.

Rafe groaned, shifting on the couch and resting his face against the cushion.He dozed off again, grumbling when you climbed on top of him, demanding that he get up. “Hmm...where’s Kelce?”He asked, eyes half open. “He went home, its almost three in the afternoon, Topper can leave by four.”You kissed Rafe’s forehead, noticing how confused he was. 

“Three?”He asked, looking over to check the time on his phone.You nodded, getting off of him and heading upstairs to change your clothes.He groaned, finally getting off your couch and stretching his long limbs.Dragging himself up the stairs and into your guest room he had nearly fell on the stairs twice, closing the door behind him.

His clothes were scattered all over the room, groaning as he searched for his yellow shirt, cursing.He forgot to knock, walking straight into your room. “Hey, do you have my yellow shirt?”He asked, watching you tie your shoes.You bit your lip, glancing over to your closet.

 “No.”You lied, standing up straight once you had your shoes on.He chuckled, walking over to your closet.You quickly grabbed his arm, trying to prevent him from opening the door.He easily held you back, seeing the yellow shirt hanging in the closet.

He grabbed it, running past you. “Rafe!You cant have that!”You shouted, running through the house.He laughed, running into your kitchen before realising he had cornered himself.You ran at him, trying to take the shirt back.

 “Rafe-thats mine!”You exclaimed, clinging onto his arm and trying to bring it back down so you could take it from him. “No, no its not.”He answered, holding it high above his head.You sighed, wrapping your arms around his torso.

He frowned, eventually giving in and hugging you back, forgetting that he was holding the shirt when you swiped it from him, holding it to your chest. “thanks.”You grinned, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly.He sighed, arms tight around your waist, knowing it would be the last kiss he got that morning since you two would most likely be with Topper for the rest of the day.

 “Hmm...we gotta go.”He mumbled against your lips, not really wanting to pull away.You sighed softly, kissing him again. “Let me just grab my backpack really quick.”You kissed his nose, noticing how tired he looked.You grabbed your small leather backpack before coming back into the kitchen, seeing Rafe eating a handful of frozen berries right out of the bag.The two of you got into the car in silence as you texted Kelce.

You:Hows family day going?

Bean:we cant decide on a movie

Bean:hows Topper doing?

You:We’re on our way to the hospital rn.My heart is literally pounding im kinda nervous ngl

Bean:felt that.How’s Rafe doing?He seemed mad last night

You:Rafe’s fine he just slept weird

You:Are you ok?You’ve been really stressed lately

Read at 3:43 pm

You sighed, placing your phone between your thighs.Rafe raised an eyebrow, wondering whether or not he should ask about your sudden mood change.You were out of the car before it even stopped, speed walking to the hospital entrance with Rafe close behind you.

You took in a deep breath as you walked through the motion activating doors, the cool air conditioned air hitting your skin.Rafe came up quick behind you, not wanting to lose you in the hospital.

Topper was sitting at a little waiting area on a red couch, reading something from a magazine.He was wearing loose gray sweatpants and a white T Shirt, squinting as he tried to read.You ran over to him, grinning when he looked up at you, slowly standing up and letting you hug him.

You closed your eyes,arms tight around his torso, his nose in your hair. “Hi.”He grinned, trying not to laugh.You were acting like you hadnt seen him in months, cautious of his casted arm. “Hi.”You replied, feeling your eyes moisten.

You refused to let go even when Topper lifted up his head to greet Rafe.His forehead wound had healed nicely, a stip of medical tape over the area.The stitches had been removed a few days prior, the tip of his tongue fully healed so he could eat better foods.

 “(Y/N).”He mumbled, a red blush across his face.You took in a big breath, looking up at him curiously. “I asked the nurse and she said I can have forehead kisses now.”He replied, flicking your hip lightly.

You sighed, cupping his face so he’d lean down a bit, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead.A weight lifted off his shoulders, letting out a low sigh.He had missed that feelin so much, glad he could finally enjoy your touch again.He sighed softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

 “We’re gonna get McDonalds and Kelce said he’d stop by your house later.Do you need to check out with the nurse or something?”You asked, feeling his hot breath against your collarbone. “Noo...we can just go.”He replied, most of his weight on you.You sighed, rubbing his back. “Are you sure?”You asked.

He nodded, kissing your jaw lightly.You looked over to Rafe, seeing him just standing there nervously.Once Topper had picked up the magazine and slid it up his shirt you guys walked out, Topper holding your hand tight, the sun causing him to squint.

You sat in the backseat with Topper, making sure that his seatbelt was secure. “Its scary to be in a car again.”He admitted, holding onto the door handle.You sighed, squeezing his hand. 

“The ride to your house from here is pretty smooth, no bridges or anything.”You reminded him, feeling his good hand on your thigh. “Can I turn on the radio?”Rafe asked.Topper sighed, kissing your temple. “Low volume.”He told the brunette, leaning against you with his eyes squeezed shut as the car started moving.

Your hand was running though his hair, rubbing at the back of his neck and avoiding his hairline.You placed a kiss on the top of his head, feeling yourself blushing a bit. “Hey, hey what do you guys want?”Rafe asked as he pulled up to the drive thru, stopping the truck.Topper grinned. 

“Uhh...a quarter pounder with extra pickles and large fries.”He replied, noticing how you were staring at his blue cast.Rafe pulled up to the window, handing you the large brown paper bag.You were quick to unwrap Topper’s burger halfway for him, letting him hold it. 

 “What about meds?Do we need to pick them up for you?”You asked, taking one of his fries.He slowly shook his head, slurping down his burger, nearly dropping a pickle. “No, they’re getting dropped by my house.”he replied, offering you a bite of his burger.

 “Thats good.”You mumbled, taking another fry. “What kind of meds?”Rafe asked, shutting up when he saw you glare at him. “Just like, pain meds.I dont know.Ive gotta take like three a day for two weeks I think.”He replied, halfway done with his burger when he quietly asked you if you could wrap it back up for him so he could save it for later.

Your heart dropped when Rafe pulled into his driveway, knowing that you wouldnt be able to see him again until tomorrow.You got up, helping him inside the house and shutting the door behind you, sighing. “Its been a while.”You muttered, taking in the white tile of the opening room, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

He nodded in agreement, slowly walking into his living room.It wasnt too different from yours except for the gray carpet and the different couch.He sat down on it, seeming confused.You placed the McDonalds bag on the side table, looking down at him. 

“Hey, can I tell you something without you freaking out?”he asked, shifting in his spot so he could look at you properly.You hummed, hoping it wasnt something too bad. “Yeah, yeah I guess.”You replied, waiting anxiously.He gulped, taking in a large breath.

It took him a second to finally form words, his legs tingling. “Um...so im in love with you and I have been for a while now.I dunno, when I called 911 the last thing I thought about was you.I just thought you should know.”He confessed, his heart thumping so hard that if he were still in the hospital the nurses would come rushing in.

Your eyes widened, trying to think of something to say.That wasnt what you were expecting him to say, taking in a large breath that hurt your ribs. “um...uh….I um….”You stuttered, taking in another breath.You let out a nervous giggle, covering your face.

 “Im sorry, this is just crazy….um….so can we just….can we talk about this another time, please?”You asked, not sure you could handle everything that was being thrown at you.Topper nodded, grinning.

 “Yeah, yeah its fine...we dont have to talk about it.I just wanted you to know.”He muttered, avoiding your gaze. “Alright...um...im gonna go but i’ll see you tomorrow.”You left quickly, shutting the door and hopping into the passenger seat, still shaking.

Rafe frowned, trying to figure out what had happened. “Whats wrong?”He asked, hand on your thigh to get it to stop bouncing.You sighed, looking over at him. “Topper just….he’s talking weird.Its stupid, hes drugged out of his mind anyways.Can we just go home, please?”You asked, wanting to focus on something else.

Had all those hugs and kisses meant something different to Topper this whole time?Or did they just mean something different to you?Now things were starting to make sense.Why Topper had left that night three nights ago, why he had always glared at Kelce whenever the two of you were cuddling.

Now you felt all the guilt.You were hurting Topper this whole time by being so close with Rafe and Kelce when he was supposedly in love with you.And now you would be hurting Topper now because of how often you and Rafe did things that shouldnt be done between best friends.

Everything was so fucked up now.Rafe was pouting, trying to understand what possibly couldve happened in the five minutes that you were inside Topper’s house. “Are you okay?Did something bad happen?”He asked, reaching for your hand.

You sighed, lifting your hands so your elbows were on the armrest, resting your head against his hand. “No, just weird shit.Its fine, Rafe.”You replied, sighing when he pulled into your driveway.It was already 5:30.You got out of his truck, going inside quickly. “Hey, why are you walking so fast?”Rafe asked, struggling to keep up with you even with his long legs.

You simply huffed, going up the stairs.He was confused, following you anyways. “I just…”You trailed off, groaning as you flopped onto your bed.He pouted, sitting at the foot of your bed after closing your door. “What?”He asked, not understanding.

You rolled onto your back in a starfish position, staring at the ceiling. “Im just stressed is all.Do you want to watch something?”You asked, looking over to see your remote on your night stand, surprised when his hands gripped your hips. “Do you want me to help with the stress?”He asked, hovering over you.

You knew where he was getting at, not sure how to think about it.It had been nearly a month since he had touched you like that but it had lead to something bad happening.But thinking something bad would happen everytime you messed around with someone was crazy, right?

You slowly leaned up, kissing him lightly.It didnt take long for his hands to move down to your pants, carefully pulling them down your legs.He looked up at you before pulling down your light blue underwear, making sure that you were okay before dipping his tongue into you, holding your thighs down as he pressed a kiss to your clit.

You let out a low moan, fingers squeezing at your comforter as he licked a stripe up your folds.One of your hands moved down, tugging lightly at his hair.He let out a moan, letting you direct him the way you wanted, his tongue plunging in and out of you, eyes closing.

He sucked on your clit, trying not to smile at how loud you were, slipping a finger into your entrance.He wasn't sure how this would end up, remembering your promise from last time.You moaned loudly when he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you.

He could feel you getting close, kitten licking your clit to tease you.A shiver ran up your spine, moaning loudly as your eyes clenched shut. “Rafe-please.”You whimpered.He smiled up at you, adding another finger to stretch you out a bit, slowly moving.

 “Rafe.”You whined, trying to get him to move faster.He simply chuckled, giving you what you wanted and beginning to speed up, your moans only making him move faster.You climaxed with a loud, high pitched moan, letting go of his hair as you panted.

Feeling his tongue moving again you let out a soft moan as he cleaned you up, your fluids on his chin and fingers as he licked them clean.He wiped his chin off with the back of his hand, looking up at you. “Rafe.”You whispered, knowing how crazy you were about to sound.

He leaned back over you, his nose touching yours. “yeah?”He asked, not sure what to expect.You let out a soft sigh, kissing him gently. “I want...I want to go all the way.”You told him, noticing his breath hitch in his throat.He gulped, not sure if he could do it.

He didn't want to hurt you. “Are you sure?”He asked, looking into your eyes.You nodded slowly, anxiety building up in you as he slowly pulled down his pants, letting you palm him through his boxers.He let out a moan, wanting you to apply more pressure.

 “Are you sure that you want this?”He repeated his question, biting his lip.You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Im sure.”You replied, eyes widening when he pulled down his boxers.He was huge.You just had to hope it wouldn't hurt as bad as it looked.

 “Its gonna hurt a little, alright?I need you to tell me what you want.If you want me to stop I need you to tell me.If you want me to slow down I need you to tell me, okay?”He asked, wanting to make sure that everything would be okay.You nodded, touching his hair lightly.

The first few inches didn't hurt but when he was about half way in you hissed in pain, gripping his shoulders.He came to a halt, looking down at you with a concerned expression. “Baby, hey, hey.Do you need me to stop?”He asked, preparing to pull out when your fingernails dug into his skin. 

“no...no.Keep going.”You replied.He began to move again slowly, biting his lip.He was nearly fully inside you, trying not to moan as you kept clenching around him due to his size.You were whimpering, eyes becoming watery as he was finally inside of you.It stung a lot, scratching up his back.You sniffled, glad he was taking things slow.

You took in a deep breath, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. “Shh...I know, I know.It’s okay, you’re okay.”Rafe whispered, cupping your face and wiping away the tears. “It hurts.”You whispered, sniffling.He bit his lip, kissing his forehead as he tried to help with the pain or at least distract you from it.

He wanted to pull out and run you a bath, trying not to make himself cry. “Do you want me to stop?”He aksed, trying his best to stay completely still.You shook your head, holding onto hims tighter, his  face in the crook of your neck with his chest pressed against yours.

 “Baby- I indeed you to try and relax, alright?Tensing up only makes it worse, take deep breaths, ready?Breath in, breath out.”He pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone, listening to your breathing. “Good girl...in and out, just keep breathing.Im gonna start moving a little, okay?”He asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder.

He took in a deep breath, pulling out ever so slightly before pushing back in, clenching his eyes shut. “You okay?”he asked, pulling his head from your shoulder, looking down at you.You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “Yeah-it hurts a little but im okay.”You confirmed, kissing him lightly.He let out a soft sigh, squeezing your waist lightly.

 “Ready?”He asked, keeping his hands on your hips, waiting.You let out a shaky breath, nodding.He was careful, only pulling out a quarter of the way before slowly moving back in, jaw dropping when you moaned.His heart was thumping fast as he moved slowly, groaning.

 “Shit.”He whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheeks, nose and lips. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”He asked, pulling out halfway this time before pushing back in, watching as your eyes widened and a moan came from you.

  “Shit, Rafe.”You moaned, nails digging further into his back.He took a deep, shaky breath. “God, youre so fucking tight.”He moaned, letting out a low whimper, repeating the action of pulling out halfway before pushing in again. “Rafe-”You couldn't even form a full sentence before you were moaning again.

He was pleased with your reaction, moving a little faster and pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. “You want me to slow down?”He offered.You shook your head, running a hand through his hair. “Faster.”You muttered, seeing a surprised look spread across his face.

He began to speed up his actions, pulling out nearly completely before plunging back into you, both of you moaning loudly,He was panting, a light layer of sweat covering his face, going as fast as he could. “Rafe-im gonna-”You moaned, your head rolling against your pillow as you clenched around him,cumming all over his cock.

He licked his lips, slowly pulling out of you.He picked up a towel from your floor, carefully wiping your thighs clean. “You did so well, baby.How are you feeling?”He asked, picking up his boxers from the foot of the bed and pulling them back up, laying down next to you.

The sun was just going down, red and purple hues covering the sky like a wonderful painting, the golden light coming through your blinds.You held onto his arm, resting against his bicep. “Im fine...im tired as shit but im fine.”You replied, hearing your phone ringing from your shorts.

You sighed, too tired to move.Rafe grabbed it for you, telling you that Kelce was trying to call you.You were panting too hard to answer, Rafe gulping and licking his lips before lifting the phone to his ear. “Hello?”He asked.You noticed the way his eyes widened, eyebrows knitting together. 

“Chill, man.Just- what do you mean you broke it?Well dont-hello?”Rafe asked, realising his friend had hung up.You looked up at him with a confused expression, trying to figure out what was wrong. “So Kelce broke his door and he’s on his way now.He really doesn't sound too good.”Rafe answered, slowly sitting up.

After the call about Topper you thought you had heard the worst news you’d ever recieve.But hearing that Kelce had broke something made you want to vomit.Kelce freaking out was how you knew the world had hit rock bottom but it didnt help that you didnt know what he was freaking out about.Shit.

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[huearmy]

The Smell Of Truth - VI

Summary: After years being forced to fight in clandestine hybrid ring, Jungkook is now living in shelter, but life remains bad, the place is abusive, and nobody seems to want adopt him. Until one night a pro-hybrid activist group invades the shelter, and a woman in black smelling like truth promises that things will get better, and he decides to follow her wherever she goes.

Pairing: pitbull!Jungkook x human!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut maybe.

Words: 6751 

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Grafic description of food. If you are hungry, eat before you read this. Seriously. AND. Jungkook have a anxiety attack, the description is light and focuses mainly on techniques to control the attack, but be aware if you are sensitive to the topic. Even because I wrote this part to help those who, like me, suffer from chronic anxiety and not to trigger anything :) Be safe.

A/N: Sorry it took too long, my head is messy, and I working on something new, and didn’t ajust myself to it yet.

THIS IS A TRANSITION CHAPTHER! I HAD A HARD TIME TO DEVELOP IT AND I STARTED EVERYTHING AGAIN AT SOME POINT AFTER AN MENTAL BREAKDOWN.

Chapter I  Chapter II  Chapter III  Chapter IV   Chapter V  - Chapter VII

One month has passed by since Jungkook first moved in. The apartment looks pretty much like his now, little details showing up his presence here and there, like his personal hygiene items in the bathroom, and his pairs of shoe in the shoe cabinet by the front door, the air filled with his favorite music which he discovered himself on spotify and youtube, the kitchen cabinets and the fridge are full of things you wouldn't normally buy but he would, and all of your streaming accounts now have two user profiles. At first Jungkook didn't think about it too much, you're just so welcoming to him, but he started paying attention to how he should or could or couldn't act to not bother you, since his presence itself is a big change in your routine. You made it very clear, even without saying it out loud with all the words, that this attitude was something mutual so that the two of you could live well together. Still, it wasn't a good first month... not that it was a bad one either, because it wasn't. It's just that... ________________________________________________________________________________________ First of all. In the first ten days everything was taken and shaped by the boyfriend phenomenon. Said name for this unfortunate situation involving Jackson was given by Jungkook's therapist in the first appointment, but we'll talk about this later. Basically all your attention and time were totally directed to your boyfriend during the whole period that he was in the city, and even though he preferred to stay in his own apartment instead of with you - as is usual the two of you - it looked like he had moved in, because when Jungkook wake up in the morning he is already there, in the living room monopolizing the tv, and when he was going to sleep at night, Jungkook could still hear the guy making you laugh in the kitchen. This was justified with a "Soon I have to go back to the capital to work and we will be apart from each other for a long time. We need to make up for it!" And after saying that, Jackson would pull you around the waist to kiss you on the temple, and you would just smile, avoiding eye contact with your face red. At the end of that time, Jungkook got closer to your friends - now his friends too - than to you, who live with him.  Of course you tried not to leave him feeling isolated, after all Jungkook is the exception of your heart, and although you are not used to it, you have a huge affection for him... hard to explain. You did everything you could to try to make him feel comfortable around Jackson - since early on you noticed Jungkook's reservation about him - including him in the conversations and also taking time just for the two of you. But it was difficult, because besides your boyfriend, the weather closed for days canceling all picnic and park plans, an you still had two jobs to deal with, and one of them - that of the law firm - was almost abusive as much work you had to do. Jungkook noticed your exhaustion and wanted not to charge you too much, but at the same time he didn't want to give up lying on the couch with you to watch a movie late at night to receive a pet on his hair.

One night, after Jackson was gone to his apartment, the two of you were doing just that. A blanket covered the two of you on the couch, keeping you warm while a cartoon played on the TV. Jungkook's head was lying on your chest, and you lazily messed with his hair. He could hear your heartbeat, and your voice vibrate as you laugh and comment on the episode. After a while your hand stopped and there was only the sound of your heart, and he saw that you had fallen asleep.

"Y/N?" He whispered to you, getting no response. He thought that you weren't in the most comfortable of positions, with a slightly bent neck on the pillow, so he considered taking you to your room to let you sleep better... He was sleepy too. He thought about it so much, looking at you sleeping, trying to decide, that he slept above you.  

Can't tell how much time has passed, probably not much, but Jungkook was even dreaming when the front door click opening broke his slumber slightly, he wasn't awake yet, but he was listening to the steps of someone walking around the apartment. It was Jackson looking for his phone he forgot. If it weren't for the TV on, he wouldn't have seen you two sleeping on the couch in the dark room, when he went to turn it off he came across the lovely scene of you two unconscious and piled up with pillows and Jungkook's stuffed bunny. After he took a picture with your phone, he went on picking you up to get you to bed, carefully taking Jungkook's arm out of your waist and pushing him aside. Needless to say, Jackson was unaware that the hybrid's protective instincts are strongest when he sleeps. You had your reasons for not telling your boyfriend  about Jungkook 's past, like respecting Jungkook's privacy and feelings, and well, maybe Jackson wouldn't like knowing how you got hurt days ago, and that problem you didn't want to have to deal with. Still, maybe some little thing you should have said.

You woke up in a jump, by a scream, and a loud growl followed by a "no" that sounded more like a bark. For Jungkook, in the first few seconds, all he knew was that someone was trying to get you out of him, and never that he was going to let it happen. Jackson threw himself back against the coffee table, withdrawing his hand so as not to be bitten, feeling his heart in his throat in the greatest fright he has ever had in his life.

"JK?" You seated up.

Jungkook looked from you to Jackson, understanding what he did, his ears flatting down on his head. His fists were clenched, holding the fabric of your shirt as if his life depended on it. The other night he hurt you, Jungook felt guilty, and afraid that you would stop loving him, now in the presence of a man, he was also afraid of the punishment that he was sure would come.

"Sorry..." He muttered. "I didn't mean to... Y/N I'm sorry..." You let a relaxed laugh get out your mouth. The situation wasn't funny to you. Actually, you could see how apprehensive Jungkook was, and deduce why. On the other hand, Jackson was frightened, and not only by the jump scare, you could see he was overthinking... What you needed to do was to relax the tension of the situation, and for that you would make them see that you are relaxed. Again, you are a good actress when you need to.

"No need to apologize, JK. He scared you, didn't he?" You laugh, and then you give Jackson a mocking glare. "And you almost shit yourself..." Jackson looked outraged at you, but when he spoke there was laughter in his voice.

"Listen, young lady. I wasn't...!"

"I heard you screaming." You cut him off. "Why are you here again by the way?" You stretched and tried to fix your shirt, but Jungkook was still strongly attached to it. Jackson looked around, as if he was remembering something.

"I forgot my phone here, just don't remember where."

"I think it must be in the office. I remember you using it there" You simply said and Jackson went up the stairs with a nod.

When there was no sign of him, you finally turned your attention to Jungkook, who was still in his curled position beside you, face hidden in you. He was shaking slightly and it broke your heart. You put a hand on his head, fixing his messy hair.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I did it again." His voice was small.

You sighed, placing a kiss on the high of his head.

"You were suddenly brought up. We all got frightened. Nobody is hurt. We laughed it off. It seems to me that everything is pretty fine." You made him look at you. "If I tell you it is all okay, do you believe in me?"

He nodded. "But Jackson... I showed him my teeth. He may be mad at me, and..." He gulped. "Shhhhh." You took his hands on yours, making him let go of your shirt.

"Jackson is a soft hearted guy, he won't be mad at you for something like this. And if it makes you feel better I can talk to him..."

"No!" He exclaimed, interrupting you. "Don't tell him nothing. You'll have to explain about me and I don't want to..."

"It's ok. If you don't want me to say nothing. I won't." You promised. Jungkook hugged his bunny with one of his arms, lowering his eyes.

"It's just that I don't want anyone to know where I came from, or what I did. I didn't tell you everything, even though I trust you... I trust you only."

You can relate with that, you can understand why he doesn't want to expose himself. It's fear of rejection, and you can do nothing but respect, and also, give all the love you have to give, and hope that at least half of it reaches his heart.

"Come here." You opened your arms to him. "Need me to put you to bed?" He laughed.

"No. Thanks."

You pulled from each other, and you got up from the couch, picking up the pillows and the blanket. Jungkook was weeping tears on his cheeks and looking cute.

"Damn, I'm crying again..." He chuckled, turning the TV off.

"Good night, JK." You fondly said.

"Good night, Y/N. Sleep well."

He followed you with his eyes until you disappeared up the stairs and the light went out. His mind was totally against it, but his gut was telling him to follow you, he didn't know why. But he did. As soon as he heard your footsteps close to your bedroom's door, he ran on tiptoe, making no noise, and stopped at the top of the stairs. He listened. Jackson was in the room with you.

"What do you want to ask?" Your voice reached his ears. "It can wait till tomorrow, babe, don't worry." Jackon responded.

In the dark, Jungkook got close to the door and crouched against the wall - so if any of you decided to leave the room out of nowhere, you wouldn't see him there, only if you turned on the corridor light, which you normally don't  do. "Spill it, Jackson." You opened a jar of fancy eye cream, to try to combat the huge dark circles that were installed on your face.

Jackson leaned against the dresser beside you, with his hands in his sweatpants pockets, and said without looking at you.

"I've been thinking about it for some days, I figured you would tell me at some point but you didn't. And after what just happened I'm even more curious about it. How did you meet Jungkook? Where is he from? And why did you decide to adopt him?" You sighed, knowing that this matter would eventually come up. Outside, Jungkook gulped.

"He's a rescue case. I didn't work directly with the legal process, it was a prosecutor friend of mine who indicted his former owners. When he was left without an owner and nowhere to go I decided to help, and that's it. There is no explanation for why I wanted him, or vice versa. Jungkook is just special to me."

You calmly spoke.

"His former owner was arrested?"

"Yeah. For money laundering and conspiracy." Jungkook felt a shiver down his spine. He knew you were going to lie now, or at least not answer, because it's not just his secret, it's yours too. And for some reason he felt like you had to lie to your boyfriend because of him. But technically this last part isn't a lie, his former owner really got arrested for money laundering and conspiracy, it's just that there were many more accusations against him besides these, like exploitation of hybrids, homicide, human trafficking and prostitution, among others, but that part Jackson doesn't need to know.

Jackson hesitated.

"Does Jungkook have a history of abuse?" Jackson said, and Jungkook couldn't define by his tone what he was thinking, it was too flat.

You, on the other hand, were feeling in court, being questioned by lawyer Jackson Wang. He already had a point of view, he just wanted to make you confirm. But you are smart too.

"Why are you asking this?" You crossed your arms.

"He was aggressive down stairs, in the living room, not even ten minutes ago. I know that hybrids with difficult pasts can be violent." He responded.

"That's not what I asked. Why are you, Jackson, asking that? What does it matter to you?" You were incisive. A moment of silence passed.

"I'm worried, I guess. You are living with him now. Hybrids can be dangerous." Part of you understand, a little bigger part got pissed.

"I've been surrounded by hybrids since I was born. I literally work with them every day, both in my stores, both in my legal area. Because my expertise is in the rights and protection of hybrids in case you forgot, Jackson. I know what I am doing." Each word came firmly out of your mouth. "Besides, Jungkook is my friend, you can't just assume he is dangerous."

"He almost bit me! Growled at me!" He snapped, and it longer felt like a conversation, but an argument.

"Jackson what would happen if you wake me up one hour sooner than I planned to wake up?" You put your hand on your hips. "You would complain." He replied as if your question had nothing to do with the matter.

You made a sign with your hands as if the answer was obvious.

"Exactly. And that's what he did. The only difference is that he can growl, besides talk, to express his discontentment, and we can't. End of story."

Jackson pinched his nose, clear sign that he knows you got a point. But it wasn't done yet.

"I understood that part, and I'm sorry. Even so, I'm worried. Because you know him and trust him, but I don't. How can I know that when you are alone it will not hurt you?"

In the dark, Jungkook bit his lip, feeling terrible, because he already did hurt you.

You were feeling worked up, more than you should. You walked past him, stomping.

"I don't want to talk about it. We know... You know very well, that no one needs a traumatic past to be violent. You see bad people with perfect lives everyday on your job." You fumed, and when he tried to respond you spoked above him. "The past of a free hybrid belongs to the one who abused them and not to them. All the bad things were done by other people, and judging them for these things is prejudiced. And I will not tolerate you being prejudiced, Jackson."

At that point you were crying. At the beginning of the conversation, you were trying to be rational and calculate what to say so as not to miss out on anything you shouldn't, to avoid contradicting yourself, to avoid the conversation. But something from then on was a trigger for you. Jackson was without reaction for a moment. Jungkook had to restrain himself from entering the room to comfort you, all his instincts telling him to do so.

"Y/N..." Jackson tried.

"No. Listen." You took a deep breath. "I understand your worry. My mom probably will say the same thing when she meets him, and she is one of the people who taught me these things I just said... But that's the thing, Jackson: you don't need to know about the traumas and hurts, and terrible things that happened with Jungkook - or anyone else - to know him. You can know him for who he is today. I'm living with him for about a week and I already know he is a incredible smart boy, absolutely good in almost everything he does, and that he is afraid of the microwave, and he loves sweet things, especially if he can mix everything up in a misshapen sugar mass that no one else would eat, and the key of his heart is a little bit of attention because... Because he is content with so little. No matter the crumb of love you give him, he will be happy... And that's why I wanted to give him everything... The whole world..."

You were pouting, and tears were running down your cheeks, and your voice was so small. You were so small right now. Jackson reached you and pulled you to a tight hug. You hold him too, sobbing lightly.

In the corridor Jungkook got on his feet and wiped his own tears. He needed to process everything he heard. All the things you said about hybrids and about him, and the fact that you cried because of him. He didn't know what it was, but a feeling so warm on his chest promised that it would be hard to get to sleep again that night, thinking about these things and you. It was really horrible not to be able to enter the room so that he could hug you, and answer everything you said with his feelings - even if he couldn't explain everything, just because he can't name everything. He silently walked down the corridor to the stairs, heading for his room.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to cry. I don't even know why I'm crying... " You whined, weeping your nose with a chuckle. "I'll be all puffy tomorrow morning and the fault is all yours." Jackson laughed, pushing your hair away from your wet face.

"I'm sorry. Really, I didn't intend to be a jerk or anything. But I think I needed this conversation, I always learn a lot from you... And I think you needed this conversation too, you needed to put some things out, otherwise you wouldn't have cried." He charmly smiled. "You must be right. But seriously...!" You slapped his forearm. "I would be less pissed if you had a silly jealous tantrum or something like that. It would be easier to solve, just ignore it."

"Yah! Why would I be jealous of you? I know the day you find I guy more amazing than me you will let me know right away. Broke up with me by massege or something like this." "Shut up." You slapped him again. "You didn't turn off the flower shop's alarm when you arrived, right?"

"No." He shook his head.

You smiled wildly.

"So take off your pants and spoon-sleep with me." _________________________________________________________________________________ Then all of Jungkook's documents arrived in the mail, including an adoption request certificate - which was false, made by some of his contacts in the organization - a definitive guardianship certificate that specifies you as his legal guardian and not as owner - a small advance in the law - and that gives him some freedom that most hybrids don't have, like walking around by himself, and at last but not least, his hybrid id.

With all this in hand you finally got to make Jungkook's first appointment with a psychologist. Together you both researched some names of professionals in the field, including the three that the doctor gave you the other day, and some others indicated by friends of yours. One way or another you would have to leave the city to go to the appointments, since your city is small and you didn't find anyone in the region, so one of the criteria for choosing was distance. Another, of course, was the professional background and branch of psychology, and that part was more with you. On the other hand, Jungkook literally chose the cover of the book. When he didn't like the person's face they were automatically excluded from the list.

"And if I get there and right away I don't like their smell... I'm leaving." He declared. "Of course. You must be comfortable." You agreed. "What do you think about this one? He is young but the curriculum is impressive... And he has a support therapy group with hybrids, which is really cool."

Jungkook took your notebook to put on his own lap to get a closer look. You started your research hours earlier, in your office, but after a long time sitting in chairs that left you both with a sore ass, a break to eat pizza and put on pajamas, you were still trying to choose someone, but now under the covers in your bed with the TV on. The website that was open was a clinic specializing in hybrids, and on the page that Jungkook was looking at had a picture of a young man with a bright smile.

"Dr. Jung Hoseok..."  He mumbled to himself.

"He looks nice right? There's some patient testimonials..." You were about to ask him if he wanted to read it but he was faster.

"I want him."Jungkook looked at you with determined eyes. "I like him. Is the first one we see that is truly smiling."

He was planning to choose a woman, because he thought he would be more comfortable than with a man, but this one looked perfect in a way that no one else has looked until now.

"Ok, then. I'm calling them tomorrow morning." You smiled at him. ___________________________________________________________________________ Much to the disappointment of Jungkook and yours too, Dr. Jung's schedule was packed with lecturers and courses, so he wouldn't be able to start therapy immediately as you both imagined, leaving the first meeting with him for the following month only.

So this is it ... A whole month of a lot of rain, in which you were very busy with your boyfriend and your job, without being able to do therapy, without leaving home most days. Without realizing it, Jungkook was building up a terrible bad mood. At first you didn't even notice, because Jungkook is quiet most of the time, and you were too focused on difficult texts full of legal terms that fry your brain. But one morning, the first in weeks when the sky was blue and you had no work to do... The first morning that you slept till late and woke up with a smile on your puffy face, opened the bedroom curtain as a Disney princess would, and hopped down the stairs in a good perfect mood ... That morning you noticed.

"Gooood morning!" You literally sang, passing by Jungkook, who was eating his cereal, standing by the counter. He didn't respond, and you interpreted as his sleep non talking state. "I'm in the mood for eggs and bacon today... maybe a sandwich too. Do you want it? My god I can eat the whole world today..." "No. I could have made myself a sandwich if I wanted to."

You raised your eyebrows, a little surprised, taking milk, eggs, cheese, onion, tomatoes and mayo from the fridge. A second passed before Jungkook added in a grumpy voice:

"Thank you."

On a frying pan you put some butter to melt and brown the bread, and in another one you broke three eggs leaving room for some slices of bacon. At the delicious sound of those ingredients popping on the fire, you started cutting a tomato, and decided to add lettuce and left over chicken from the night before on your sandwich. The kitchen's air was filled with the pleasant smell.

"Are you sure you don't wan't not even the eggs and bacon?" You asked again, turning said bacon so that the two sides would be equally delicious. As a precaution you browned two more slices of bread.

"You don't have to bother." Jungkook murmured, without taking his eyes off the dull cereal bowl in front of him, but still his nose worked to identify the smells in the air. You put a slice of mozzarella cheese and a cheddar cheese on top of the hot bread slices, and immediately the cheese started to melt beautifully. In the pan that no longer were the bread, you put some onion to caramelize.

"No bother. Today is a perfect day, and it’s been a while since I’ve prepared breakfast for you, or that we ate just the two of us..." You gladly spread the shredded chicken over the cheese, and then the mayonnaise over the chicken...

Behind you, Jungkook sighed, and you could hear his lazy steps towards you. Over your shoulder he placed the empty bowl in the sink. He looked at what you were doing and his mouth watered.

"I want mine with ketchup, too." He declared with a frown.

"Get it from the fridge for me, then." You simply said. He obeyed. With one hand you put the ketchup on his sandwich - which you were already making because you knew he would want it, and if he didn't want it you would eat it yourself - and with the other you put the fire out of the pan with eggs and bacon. "Do you want the eggs and bacon in or out of the sandwich?"

In."

You were inspired, so even the olive on a stick on top of the huge sandwich you put. A beautiful sandwich.

"Sit." You happily pulled a chair for yourself. The first bite was heaven for you, making you moan as you chew slowly with eyes closed. You sighed deeply. "Working from home but not getting a decent breakfast like that every day sucks."

No response. Jungkook was eating  with pleasure - as always - but still didn't seem ready to talk. You looked him up and down. You were proud to see that after a month of living with you, he now had the most rosy cheeks and healthiest skin, and clearly gained considerable weight, thanks to the complete and balanced diet that you guaranteed he had. But he wasn't supposed to be in a bad mood. He was supposed to be happy. When was the last time he brushed his hair?

"What are your plans for today?" As if you want nothing, you asked.

"Have any." He didn't even look at you to speak, instead he got up and opened the fridge. "Want juice?"

Okay, you think he's not upset with you.

"Sure." You waited for him to sit back in front of you. "I have to visit some of my stores today, since I've been so busy and haven't had time to check them out in the past two weeks. But I don't even call it work, because it's going to be fast, and I personally love to see how business is going... Do you want to go with me?"

For the first time this morning, he looked at you with interest. Still, it was not the enthusiasm you were expecting, nor an answer, so you continued.

"We can buy useless things, eat ice cream and go to the park... And this time really enjoy it. The weather forecast guarantees that it will be sunny all day." You expectantly  rested your chin  on the palm of the hand.

Looking at you shining eyes, Jungkook nodded with a small smile. You almost jumped from your chair.

"Remember we tried to play frisbee, and I kind of found out that my little cute arms weren't made for that?"

He shook his head with a mocking smirk.

"If it doesn't go far enough to run after it, it's no fun."

"YEAH... Then it started raining and we came home, and we never talked about it again ... "You put your hands together." It turns out that I saw something on the internet that I thought was incredible and I bought it, and we can try it today."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.

"This." You showed him your phone.

A wild smile spread on his face and he reclined in the chair. He looked at you one more time and tossed his chin slightly, a quirk that you know by now that means  he is accepting a challenge.

"I'm washing the dishes, and then I'll get ready." He stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and swallowed the juice in one gulp, rising from the table with determination. ________________________________________________________________ You own a very wide variety of store types, your family practically founded the city generations ago, so what they didn’t open, they invested for someone to open it, it was how you all got rich, and that’s why so many places have your last name on the signboard, and half of them really are yours. The two of you went through your bookstore and music store, the bakery and the karaoke bar... Most of these places Jungkook didn't know yet, and it was interesting to see how you behave with the people that work to you.

It is different from how you act with him, gentle and bright all the time, smooth and carefree, just taking care of him with little things here and there. It is also different from how you act with Taehyung and Jimin, you are relaxed and fun with them, even in the office, when you the lynx are working, you are clearly best friends, and act together as an unbeatable team. It is not as if you stop having all these adjectives or change your personality, but that you put on a layer of boss to act in the presence of your employees. Your usual sweet tone of speech was accompanied by firmness, and even though you were friendly, calling everyone by name, you did not reach out to talk too much to anyone - focusing only on checking if everything was in compliance and solving what needed to be resolved.

Jungkook found it interesting, because it reminded you a lot of how you acted the day you met. You were kind enough for him to trust you, and you were also strong for him to trust you.

And what Taehyung said earlier was true, all of your stores had hybrid employees, at least one. Jungkook was already used to one of the florists in your flower shop being a fox girl - which turns all red and hides each time he appears -, but it was nice to see others like him in other places. Every one of them seemed so happy to see you. Maybe they also smell the truth on you.

"My first part-time job was in the flower shop, I was sixteen. I bought it from my aunt and then it was my first store too. That's why I like living there... It's an important place for me." You told him, turning off the engine of the SUV. You were in the park parking lot, ready to have burgers and fries for lunch - a little treat for yourself after a month without a day off. The plan was a picnic but you forgot the towel or bringing good food, so eating in the car was plan B.

"This is really cool. If you only worked at the store, how did you buy it? With what money?" Jungkook was a lot more talkative now. Leaving the house for a while was what he needed, he must be feeling trapped.

"I found an investor. In other words, I convinced my grandmother to give me the money." You laughed. "It was a little difficult because I was underage yet..."

"Did you buy your first store at sixteen?"

You simply nod. Jungkook was shocked. At sixteen his life was very different from yours, this is nothing new, but it is still strange to think of the chasm between you two...

"At sixteen I was already in clandestine fights for two years." He said, and it was as if one of the million pieces of weight he feels on his chest was gone. It didn't seem much compared to what it was fully, but it was relieving.

On the other hand, you felt your heart break. You didn't know what to say. So many times you told him not to press himself to tell you anything, to talk when he feels ready... so you didn't expect it to be now... that way. Perhaps you were not prepared. But fuck it, you're not the one to be ready. It's him.

Maybe because of the face you made, or how you just stopped eating to look at him in an almost comic way, or because of your eyes filling with tears he added.

"I still don't want to talk about it... I didn't even want to... I don't know why it slipped out. It's just that listening to you talking about your past is so..." He seemed lost in words, not knowing how to organize what to say. "I see you so bright! I wanted to be bright too... I've been thinking about it a lot... About having a job. And... And..."

He looked frustrated. You still didn't know what to say, or if you should say something, so you just held Jungkook's greasy hand from eating fries with your greasy hand from eating fries.

"I want to be the owner of my future." He concluded, remembering what you said the other night.

"A jog is a good first step, JK. I'm proud of you. You have all my support, I can give you a job or help you get one... wherever you want." You intertwined your fingers with his.

He let out a long breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. He was shaking, and he knew you were feeling it in the hand you were holding, if you couldn't see it too.

"I also have another favor to ask." His voice was shaky, but his eyes didn't leave yours, just like when he asked to be with you.

"Anything." You whispered, mouth dry.

Something inside you told you that this was the purest truth about your relationship with Jungkook. That you would definitely do anything for him. You also felt that it should terrify you, just it didn't.

Jungkook took his old wallet out of his pocket and opened it for you to look inside. The photo of two hybrid boys smiling, hugging each other, made you smile too.

"You are the small one." You pointed.

Jungkook nodded.

"The other one is my hyung. We live together on a breeding farm. I think there was a lab too, but I never went there, I don't remember... When I was robbed and sold for the fights he went too, and a few years later we were separated... Do you think you can find him?"

Jungkook didn't want false hopes. He knows better than anyone what life is like for a fighting hybrid, how it ends. But if he survived that long, then his hyung can too, and if anyone can save him, it is you. He just wanted to hear that you're going to try... Even if you only discover the worst of the possibilities... Even if you don't discover anything. Among all the terrible things in Jungkook's head, this is the one that most takes away his sleep, the one that most makes him feel guilty.

"What is his name, breed, age...? Any information you have about him." You were serious, every gear in your brain working.

"Namjoon. He was some type of wolf... Older than me, I don't remember how much." Jungkook's eyebrows came together and he bit his lip, trying to remember anything else that might help. "He loves to read... He is a good hyung... I don't know...!" "Shhh. It's ok." You took his face in your free hand. "You don't need to freak out now, if you remember something later just tell me. With his name, age and breed I can ask my organization friends for help."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For some reason the smell of the food was making him nauseous... Or it was just his anxiety messing with him. He just didn't want to eat anymore. Suddenly the car was too small and getting smaller for the second, and he couldn't breath. His body started to shake violently, and his lungs were hurting. He let go of your hand and opened the door to get out. You followed him close. Instead of going down your door and having to go around the car, you jumped into the passenger seat and got off right behind Jungkook, who was already bent over with his head between his knees. He was having an anxiety attack. You crouched in front of him and rubbed his back softly.

"Breathe with me, JK, love. Inhale for four seconds... Hold for two seconds... Release for six..." You've been there before, and breathing has always helped you more than most things, not only to stabilize your body, but also to help you focus. "Right... Again."

You breathed with him, still keeping your hand comforting on his back, but not too close to suffocate him. "You don't need to answer out loud, ok? I need you to find five things around us that you can see. Can you do this for me?"

He barely nodded, but you saw he understood. He was breathing like you told him to, opened  his watering eyes and looked around. The trees. The car wheel beside him. The lake shining far away. His shoes. Your shoes.

"Now find four things you can hear." You told him after a while. The birds. Kids laughing somewhere. The radio inside the car. Your calm breathing. "You are doing great, babe. Find three things you can smell." Dirt. Freshly cut grass. You.

"At last... Two things you can touch." You took the opportunity to pet his head. The car. You.

He was calmer, his body collapsed and he ended up sitting on the ground with his face in his hands. You got up, and he didn't see where you went, but you weren't gone for long.

"Here, something to taste." You handed him a bottle of sparkling water. "I don't know if you like it, but it's good for the stomach."

He drank the bottle all at once, and made a face at the end. He doesn't like it.

"Thank you, Y/N. You are always taking care of me. Sorry." He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together.

"Silly, puppy." You smiled at him, and he could swear it is the prettiest thing ever. "You can alway take care of me too."

He wanted to look at you for a while, to be silent for a while. Think only of how sweet and beautiful you are, instead of the bad things. But you got up again, not thinking what he was thinking.

"Can you get up?" You offered help.

He accepted.

"I can do a lot of things besides getting up. I'm ready to run." He smiled wildly.

"Are you sure?" You took his face in both your hands, the color was coming back to his cute cheeks, but you were still worried. He nodded, covering one of your hands with his. You sighed. "Ok then." _______________________________________________________________ You weren't trying so hard, but you got tired just to see how fast Jungkook runs, and after an hour, you can't believe the boy's fitness. Too much stamina, Christ. As he came back to you with the frisbee in hand, at high speed, the wind in his hair made the sweaty bangs fly back. He was stunning. Wild smile and excitement making him look like a child at the same time he looked like every girl's dream boyfriend.

"Throw, another one, Y/N." He sang, already running away. You lifted the cannon frisbee launcher and opened fire. Looking up, Jungkook calculated the route of the flying thing and speeded up to catch it. Since you started playing he hasn't lost one. He only almost ran over a few unsuspecting pedestrians, but nobody got hurt. From meters away, you could hear him jumping up and down before he started running towards you once more. You definitely need to find some physical activity for this child to stay entertained and happy.

"Again!"

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[lifewithabrokenmind]

So a lot has changed in such a short amount of time since I started this blog, ive disconnected from the world of tumblr and ventured away into the world. I got to spend the Christmas holidays with my son for the first time in his life! So that's something extremely special for me.

But with that being said I nearly didn't make it last year, My mental health deteriorated immensely. I was self medicating with alcohol and trying to cope with a mentally abusive girlfriend who eventually turned physical. One night I had a big day working out on my aunties property and fell asleep on the lounge watching a movie. She innocently woke me up and helped me to bed, cute right?

Well that all of a sudden changed, as I quickly fell back asleep after being physically exhausted and not needing to take my sleeping meds which is unheard of in my life for the past 6 years. She shook me and woke me up. She had forgotten to turn the TV off in the lounge room. I barely woke up and mumbled "no baby, can you do it im exhausted and I fell back asleep instantly". The next thing I know I have this extreme stinging pain in my back. Turns out she cracked it and hit me as hard as she could. (I'm not a big guy, I'm 5'8 and weigh about 65kg she was shorter but considerably heavier than me) and I dont know what came over me but I lost it. I jumped up out of bed and started raging. (I don't get angry easy either, I believe everything can be solved through conversation and no confrontation, because confrontation makes my anxiety play up really bad) I'm yelling the absolute house down, saying things along the lines of "I can't fucking believe you" "what is wrong with you" kinda things but obviously swearing and crying. She chased me around the house stopped me from leaving or entering certain rooms while screaming at me to slap her back and get even, this goes on for 30 minutes or so and after being called a piece of shit every day for the past 5 months and everything else because we lived in a smallish country town where work was scarce, and I was finding it hard to find work. She had a job which she was lucky to obtain outside of her normal profession so it gave her some sort of "im better than you complex". So that was it she was in my face again she turned around dropped her shirt and screamed at me to slap her back and I did. I felt horrible the moment I did it. I fucking hate violence, I cannot stand the thought of someone being hurt by my hands as I have been beaten most of my teenage and adult life. She started crying, saying she can't believe I did it back that im the worst person in the world just going nuts at me and she then lunged at me with her nails going for my throat, she had stilleto (or however it's spelt) type nails you know the ones that come to a sharpish point if asked too? So my first thought was to protect myself I grabbed her hands and somehow managed to spin her around and bring her back against my chest where she swung her head back and head butted me (luckily I have a hard head and jaw) I then pushed her onto our bed as I did not want to cause her anymore physical harm she has then bounced off the bed in some weird motion that almost seemed faked and fell on the floor. She then rang the police on me.

I was mortified, I begged her to stop. But that was it, that is when my fate was sealed. I grabbed my shoes, wallet phone and put on my winter coat as it was late autumn at the time. I left into the night and headed to my "safe spot" a place near a lagoon with lots of ducks and geese, I sat there for an hour I heard the siren and saw the police car go past. I cried most of the time, I felt ashamed, sick, useless, a complete piece of shit of a human. I started thinking of how to end my life that night, and I figured it out. I knew what I was going to do, so I headed to the pub, or bar depending on where you are from in the world. I knew that hanging myself sober was an extremely difficult and painful task as I had tried it before. I finished off about 6 or 7 beers at the pub, full strength of course. I rang my grandmother and asked her to stay at hers over night explained the situation. She agreed, that woman has helped raise me and will always be the woman I hold the highest in my life. So I get there she sees that im a bit intoxicated, we have a talk she asks if im okay, and I breakdown a bit she makes us both a cuppa tea and we have a cigarette together before she gets up and goes to bed. At this point I'm just waiting for her to get comfy and doze off so im on my phone my slight buzz is wearing off so I go for a walk up the road to the local pub and have a few beers there. I think I drank another 6 or 7 and decided to go for a walk to the softball/baseball oval to look at the stars and prepare myself for what I was about to do, I had already put rope aside and a pen paper and a torch to write nan a note and tell her to ring the ambulance and police and send them to an exact spot. She wouldn't wake up until after 9am the next morning. So I'd been on the oval for quite some time and decided it was time to go do what I need to do. As I left and was crossing the road the police came out of nowhere and spotted me. I was wearing my favourite NRL teams jersey at the time, so easily spotted. Some would call that luck, but it wasn't. I was arrested and thats when I lost my freedom for 3 months.

Jail was hard, I saw people stabbed and bashed beyond recognition. Drugs and the mental health issues a massive portion of these indigenous and white men had. It was insane, and remember im not a big guy so that was even harder. My first 3 days there my cell mate and I were chillen in our cell then a guy came in and beat the shit out of him and took all of his belongings blood was everywhere I hadn't seen anything that violent in quite some time and I was physically shaken. A few of the boys noticed and came down to talk to me about it all and told me I was fine. I explained my situation with my diagnosis of autism and bpd. And they respected me for being honest and took me under their wing. So long story short jail became a bit easier and I started to get desensitised to the constant aggression and thieves and drug users and all the bullshit that comes with jail. The whole time my now ex was writing me in jail saying how sorry she was and she wish it was different and she would be there for me when im out and that was lovely until I got out. That's when this all takes a turn.

And I think im going to have to do this in parts. Because there is a lot of details behind this. I dont know if anyone will even read or whatever but let me know if you have and I'll try and keep this a regular thing.

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

What about some fluffy dating headcanons of Alastor, Angel and Sir Pentious? Cute things they like to do with their S/O’s, who makes the first move and kisses each other, maybe how would them react if their S/O’s want to have intimate relationships or maybe kids(?? Idk If you’re comfortable with nsfw or not :)) btw sorry for my grammar mistakes

Can do! I hope it's up to standards! Dont worry about spelling btw, I'm just as bad :) Also I do NSFW for anyone wondering, and yes it's kinda in here. Also, Alastor is asexual in my opinion, although I know others may not think so, so I wrote some nsfw for him. Anyway Enjoy!

Alastor:

• His S/o has to make the first few moves. (Handholding, hugs, and eskimo kisses/ butterfly kisses/ cheek kisses)

• After that he'll initiate everything else. (Hand kisses, kisses, make out sessions, etc.)

• Most of the time, he's the first one to kiss you. Sometimes you do surprise him by kissing him first.

• He really likes to kiss the back of your hand. He'll do it whenever he sees you (even if he's in public).

• He also likes when you hold onto his arm, he feels really proud.

• He does cute couple things with you a lot. But it's always behind closed doors.

• He's set Saturday nights to the side all for you. It's usually for going on a date, but if you're not up to it that day he's all for staying home and watching tv or cuddling (or both).

• He'll try to make you breakfast in the morning so you can have it in bed. (Praise him for it, he loves it when you praise him [and his cooking])

• If anyone new comes into the hotel, he'll immediately show you off as his.

• He doesn't need these hopeless sinners hitting on you. You. Are. HIS.

• That being said, you can mingle with them, so long as they keep their filthy hands and thoughts to themselves. (In his mind everyone likes you, fyi.)

• In my opinion, Alastor is asexual and wouldn't have an intimate relationship with you. He'll make out with you, sure. But that's as far as he's wants to go or will let you go.

• In this situation he'd be a bit uncomfortable, and he'd try to explain it to you if you didn't know. He'd probably apologize for not telling you sooner as well.

• Although if you don't think so, I want you to know, Alastor will NOT make the first move.

• No, no, no, no.

• He made some of the other first moves sure, but NOT this one.

• He doesn't want to take things too fast, he doesn't want to make you afraid. He just wants it to be special, and for you to feel special.

• He'll wait for you to take it farther until he does, and even then he'll ask just to be sure.

• Once he's absolutely sure he'll get super excited, like a kid in a candy shop. He'll be all smiles (the sweet smiles btw).

• Alastor is the type to really enjoy foreplay. He'll definitely be giving it more than recieving it.

• Let me tell you, he could do a lot with his tongue and hands.

• It doesn't matter if you're a male or a female. He'll still be able to make you scream and beg for more.

• His more into it for your pleasure, rather than his.

• Although seeing you whimpering and begging for him, is his pleasure so it's not like he's not getting anything out of it.

• If a fun night leads to you being pregnant, (or if you talk to him about kids) he kinda... panics?

• He's not meant to be a father. That's why he's in hell.

• He's 100% sure this baby is going to be fuck up. Mentally and emotionally speaking.

• He'll make sure to be calm around you but all hell is breaking loose on the inside.

• Basically always having a mental breakdown over this.

• Although once his child is born, he calms right the fuck down.

• She's just so cute, how could she do or be anything bad? She was a little angel.

• Instantly regrets those words once she gets older.

• His daughter would be the one to make mischief. Most of the time it's harmless, but it's still a problem.

• Although he'd love her, and honestly? That's him so he can't really yell at her.

• She'd have him wrapped around her little finger.

• "Daddy can I have juice?"

• "What did Mother/Father say?" *already pulling the juice out from the fridge*

• "She/He/They said no, but I knew you'd give it to me! So I came to ask!"

• "You know I can't go behind her/his/their back." *about to put it back*

• "Its okay! I won't tell! It can be a Daddy-Daughter secret!" *grins sweetly with a finger to her lips*

• Any thought of putting it back flew out the window as he handed it to her with a pat of her head.

• He's really soft and caves for his child easily, but if it was serious -like going out with a few friends he doesn't like- he'll be able to say no quite easily.

Angel Dust:

• This boy is glued to your hip and he really tries to do cute couple things.

• He'll give you random sweets, and set up random dates in the hotel.

• They're so random you literally cant figure out when he's going to do these things. No matter how hard you try.

• Although usually when he flirts with you he'll give you a piece of candy. Idk why, he just does.

• We all know how Angel is, so we all know he's always one to make the first move!

• If you feel uncomfortable about whatever move he pulled, let him know and he either won't do it again or wait a little longer, depending on what you say and how you react.

• Although you can never really kiss him first because he's always doing it.

• You wake up and can barely register anything? He's already giving you a kiss of some kind. The moment's romantic and you turn to kiss him? Welp he's already holding your hand, kissing it and then leans over to kiss your cheek.

• Trust me, you have never started anything because he doesn't give you a chance too lol.

• He likes when you hang out with just him. It makes him feel special and like you only need him.

• So many of your dates and couple hangouts are just you and him with no one else around

• If anyone interrupts, oh boy.

• RIP them, you have to start planning a funeral.

• And if anyone hits on you? It's the end of the god damn world. He'll act all big and tough and he'll fuck them up too, but he's pouting about it for a week+

• He'll also double his clinginess and affection so be prepared.

• One day, if you give hints that you're in the mood he'll be ecstatic!

• S/o wants to fuck. With me? Hell fucking yes!

• Unlike Al he's not much into foreplay, so he'll probably keep it short and just get straight to the point.

• It's not that he doesn't like it, he just think there's no need for it.

• You'll feel plenty of pleasure when he's pounding into you. Besides it's more fun and fast paced! Foreplay is just too slow for him.

• He'll also go for more than one round.

• If you end up pregnant, or talking about kids, he's all for it! Full send!

• Immediately regrets it the second he's up all night with the little boy he created.

• Dont get me wrong, he LOVES his boy, but god damn he was not ready.

• Once his child is older and a bit more independent he's -I wouldn't say happier- but less stressed out.

• He tries to keep his son from knowing he was a porn star. Hopefully he'll be one of those teenage boys that dont look up porn or he'll be scared for life.

Sir Pentious:

• Sir Pentious is a gentle men! He'll do plenty of cute couple things and he'll show you off to the public!

• If you're crying or upset he'll put his hat on your head to try and cheer you up.

• He'll hold your hand or give you a hug any moment he can.

• He's usually the one to initiate anything. He'll kiss you first, hold your hand first, and all that.

• But after that, you usually start everything, unless it's a hug or hand holding.

• Sir Pentious is quite the jealous man so try to keep talking with men on the down low.

• He's not going to stop you, but it makes he feel uncomfortable when you'd 'prefer' being with them instead of him.

• He's kinda intimidated by sex so he wouldn't start it.

• He'd definitely wait for you to show signs and even then he's still a nervous wreck.

• Although he manages to rise above and give you a good time regardless of his nerves.

• He'd do a bit of foreplay and a bit of sex. Sometimes it'll be more foreplay, other times it'll be more sex. It honestly depends.

• And if it happens to get you pregnant, or you speak of kids he'll say "aren't the eggs enough for you?"

• But obviously not. So, mostly to make you happy, you guys have a child!

• He actually likes this one though lmao.

• He'll look more like you but act more like Pentious. He's a gentle man and style is everything in his eyes.

• He's always quite the little genius. Always making something (even if it's matching macaroni necklaces for you and Pentious).

• Pentious is really good with him, bc honestly he's dealt with the eggs forever and it's no different to him.

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

family baking time

summary: can you do a reddie x daughter where she has a dream about eddie dying and then they comfort her? like basically how we would want them to comfort us about how our souls were crushed from watching CH2 lmao

The sheets stick to Luna’s body as she desperately tries to escape them, kicking her legs out, the same way a toddler experiencing a tantrum does, dislodging the sheets in the process. The remnants of the nightmare cling to the back of her mind, like clouds obstructing the view of her normal brain, clouding her judgment.

She escapes the muffed room and trades it for the living room, can’t stand to be alone any longer without any conformation that her dad is in fact not dead, but alive and kicking. The hallway is brightened by the distorted images on the television, the volume so low it’s nothing more but a murmuring setting taken advantages off by Richie to focus on his writing process.

Luna can hear the ticking sound his keyboard makes, furious and fast paced, the way he goes when a new idea pops in his head and he has to write it down in that very moment. Under normal circumstances, Luna would find something else to do or wait to interrupt him, finding it difficult and off putting for disrupting his lively hood. Not that Richie minds her intercepting his new materiel, in fact, some material only came to be after Luna gave her input, but she does mind. But the nightmare douses her in an unhealthy amount of adrenaline, and she has to get shake it off, to prove to herself and her traitorous mind, that her dad and pops are fine, and she’s just making things up.

‘Pops’, she whimpers, blocking his sight of the tv, not that he was looking in the first place. Richie peeks up at her, and freezes mid-tap, shoving the laptop off his lap and floundering over to his daughter. He fosters her with his arms, rocking them back and forth. Luna bawls harder, digging the heels of her palms in her eye sockets to will herself to stop.

‘Kiddo, what’s going on?’ Richie asks her panickily, mentally checking over any possible sort of information. She didn’t go to bed upset, and as far as he knew, he’s pretty confident his daughter tells him everything, she didn’t argue or fight with her friend either.

‘Talk to me Lu.’

Luna weeps in hurdle of sobs, shaking her head when it’s obvious she can’t explain with the way she’s acting at the moment. Richie, frightened of the whole ordeal, understands that he cannot do any of this by himself.

‘Eds’, Richie yells at Eddie, sleeping soundly and heedless to the drama unfolding, the name sounds shaky and breathy at first, not nearly loud enough to stir Eddie from his rem stages of sleep, and then Richie bites back his bile and calls out louder. ‘Eddie.’

‘Richie’, Eddie answers, instantly alert even with the bouts of sleep, something he does because he’s not fully sated with the idea that Pennywise will never come back. He scrams in the living room, weaponizing a vase, but leaves it behind when he sees the reason Richie howled at him was because of their daughter.

‘Luna what’s going sweetheart?’

Eddie’s fight or flight is instantly shifted in gear, hands fluttering all over Luna’s body to detect any visible injuries. When he can’t find any, he grabs her a tissue and hands it over to her, so Luna can dab her tears away.

‘Settle down, it’s okay.’ Eddie calms, shooing both Richie and Luna over to sit on the overweening soft carpet. The carpet was Richie’s pick, who specifically searched for something so Luna as a child could amuse herself without having to do it on the unrelenting hard floor. Now a days, it’s mostly used during her sleepovers, or while watching a movie.

 There’s goosebumps all over Luna’s body, and they have nothing to do with the chill that comes sweeping in alongside a cool spring night.

‘Did you have a nightmare, Luns?’ Richie inquires gently, all too familiar with those himself. He recognizes the signs of one in Luna, but unfortunately clueless on how to fix it. Richie’s coping mechanisms are not ones he wants to pass on his daughter.

‘Yeah’, she sobs out, sagging backwards on the carpet so she’s laying flat down, staring up at the ceiling. After a beat of hesitations her dads mirror her position.

‘Oh fuck’, Richie complains mere seconds after upholding the stance, rolling his shoulders to work out the cricks developing in his upper back. ‘I’m too old for this shit.’

‘Since when are you suddenly too old? Yesterday you swore to us you could run a marathon in your sleep.’

Luna giggles, her dad and pops bickering like everything is normal and no one is hurt eases her mind off the edge of a breakdown.

‘I’m glad to understand that my suffering is funny to you young lady’, Richie utters, smiling himself.

‘It’s not’, Luna confesses, because even though Richie was joking, the mere visions of her dad being impaled is vividly being replayed and repeated in front of her very eyes. She blinks against the onslaught of tears and picks at the soft cotton under her to refrain from whipping her eyes again. They’re already burning, and the more she rubs, the more she’ll have trouble with it later.

‘Luna’, Eddie says miserably, taking her hand and holding it between his own, ‘We’re here.’

‘I had a nightmare. And you died dad’, Luna cries, flipping over so she cry in her dad’s t-shirt. ‘I’m sorry. Pops and me came home and the house was so empty because you were never coming back. I looked for you everywhere and expected you to be behind me at every turn but you never were.’

‘Listen to me’, Eddie explains firmly, sitting up and planting his hand on his hips to make himself as fierce as he could, ‘I am never, ever leaving you or your pops alone. Ever’, he says the last word slowly, drawing it out to allow it to sink in Luna’s head. ‘I will always come back to the two of you. Always.’

‘You big ol’ sap,’ Richie waves off, but his voice is slightly trembling despite his best efforts.

The family of three compile in a bear hug, staying there until Richie’s muscles begin protesting and he has no choice but to move positions, leaving the dog pile with a kiss to Eddie’s lips and one on Luna’s temple.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ Her pops asks, shimmying his shoulders, coking his head towards the kitchen.

‘Pops I’m never thinking what you’re thinking. Your mind is a weird place.’

‘Well first off all fuck you, second of all you’re right, and third I’m talking about  midnight baking,’ he swings his arms in the air and bows through his knees, like a child on Christmas.

‘I think it’s a good idea,’ Eddie agrees, struggling to get himself off the carpet and on both feet again.

‘The two of you are really getting old,’ Luna mocks, ‘But yes, midnight baking sounds amazing.’

The apple strudels are slightly burned, and Eddie mutters under his breath that he’s going to have to extend his visit to the gym the whole time, but Luna loves the family space, and is immensely grateful that her dad is still breathing to spend it with them.

[rudemaidenswrite]

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Part 4    Michael Meyers x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian​ 

Welp we're almost done. So let's kick this relationship up a notch.

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Waking up to warmth, you're wrapped like a burrito. Tangled in blankets with his arms locked around you. His arms?

Peering up, you're still in bed atop of Michael. The mask is back on and he is awake. At least he's in the clothes you bought him. That's a plus.

"Morning." 

A hand pats your head. Before he starts to move.

"Mmm you're so warm this morning." Holding on to whatever you can of him. Burying your face in his chest, hoping he gets the message that you want to snuggle some more. Ignoring your demands. He sits straight up and you have to roll off to the side so you don't get smooshed. 

"Okay okay. I'm getting up." Struggling with the blankets you know he's done. How tight did he wrap these blankets?

After breakfast you cozy up on the couch with a blanket in your usual spot and wait for Michael to join you. So you can steal all his body heat. Something is off though. He's usually melted to the couch before you. But right now he's just looming over you.

"What?"

A curious head tilt and several minutes of staring. He holds out the flyer you gave him.

"You kept this?" Surprised that he kept it, a smile creeps into your face. It’s strangely sweet that he kept something from your first meeting. 

The poke to your forehead brings you back to reality. The persistence he has about this is strange. He's definitely using his size against you. Good old intimidation tactic. Staring at the fyler you start thinking about why he's kept this. There's something he must want to know.

“Why? Why did I come to you?” There's a slight nod. “I was in a car accident. I had broken ribs, a bunch of bruises and my car, well you've seen it. But I was off work for a month because they thought I had done more damage than broken ribs, then I could only work part time for three weeks. Bills were pulling up quickly and my insurance didn't cover everything. That's why I needed the money. So I thought what the hell I got nothing to lose.” Shrugging you give him a weak smile. It's sort of embarrassing now when you say it out loud. That your last resort was asking The Shape of Haddonfield for help with your money problems. That you reached a point, where dying would be financially easier.

Taking the flyer back he now hands you the picture from last night. Honestly you're surprised it took him this long to rifle through your things. This is something you don't really want to talk about but you know he's not going to leave it alone.

"You want to know about my family." Sighing you can only stare at it. It's the last picture you have of everyone together. A candid photo from a neighbor's birthday party. Your parents dressed in matching colors, little brother trying to shove a whole cupcake into his mouth and you trying to hide from the camera. You regret doing that now. 

Under his stare he watches you zone out. Your breathing becomes erratic and you're squeezing the picture. Seems like you're trying to hold back a nervous breakdown. He saw the same behaviors at the sanitarium. More extreme but still the same behaviors. Petting your hair is the only thing he knows for sure clams you. 

"You sure are nosey today." Whispering, the soothing touch of his hand calms you. So focused on the picture you forgot about him and what he was asking. "Carbon monoxide poisoning. It was during my first semester of college. I got a call from the police saying they died in their sleep and I needed to come down to the morgue to identify their bodies." Looking away you hand it back to him. "I never enrolled for a second semester. I know it was a stupid move on my part. But I was not in the right mental state to do anything."

Interesting. You're more damaged than he originally thought. Loomis would have a field day with you. The annoying bastard.

When he finally sits down, you watch him slowly scan the room. Honestly it's slightly creepy. 

"I sold everything. It's either here or in the storage locker. If that's what you are wondering."

Answering him, you can see the wheels turning in his brain as he stares at you. Man, it's uncomfortable when he stares like that.

"Well…. This has been a talkative morning. I'm going to go make some cookies." Patting his knee you are determined to leave this conversation. Freeze at his sudden grip on your wrist, you clarify yourself.. "Chocolate chip cookies. So I can put some icing in-between two of them and make a sandwich." Pretending to eat a sandwich, you can feel it. It's going to be one of those days. He's definitely not leaving you alone today.

You are moving too slowly for him. You said that it would only be a minute but it's been over a minute. Grabbing the container, he holds it above your head. Pulling the mask up just enough, he starts eating.

"Michael! If you eat them all we won't have any for later!" Jumping you don't come close to the container. If you don't get that container back there won't be any left for you.

Okay, Plan B. 

Keeping eye contact, you back into the corner and slide the step stool closer. It's times like this your regret only having a one step, step stool. He knows what you're up to. You swear you see a smirk as he raises his arm higher.

Yup. It's a fact. You've discovered that Michael has a sweet tooth for cookies. Which would explain where all the Oreos have been disappearing to.

"Now you're just acting like the Cookie Monster." Pouting you start jumping again. This time on the step stool, hoping it will give you the advantage you need.

You are too easy to mess with. He watches you unsafely and recklessly jump on a moveable plastic stool. As much as he hates to admit it. He did enjoy feeling your soft body pressed to his. Timing it just right, he kicks the stool out from underneath you. Making you fall face first into him. Immediately locking you in place with his free arm.

"I get it. No more jumping on the step stool." Mumbling you try to wiggle out of his grasp. Damn his super strength. In defeat you lean all your weight on him and stop struggling. Only after proving that you weren't going to resist. Did he lose his grip on you, allowing you to shift so you can see him better. 

You don't know how much time passed before he let go but an eternity could pass by and you wouldn't care. As long as you were able to stare into Michael's eyes. The swirling blue void that was always trying to say something but never able.

Damn.

~

You have been planning this all week. Good Lord was it hard with your professional stalker here. At least you were able to put the locker at work to good use. There was no way you would be able to hide his presents at the apartment. 

With him glued to the TV already it's the perfect distraction. Pulling the presents out of your work bag. You hide them behind your back and slowly walk to him. Making him acknowledge your weird behavior as you stand in the way of the TV. 

"So this may be weird." You hold up two small packages. "Happy Birthday." 

You don't know what's more distressing. The confusion or the empty sadness in his eyes. The flickering of his eyes to the presents and the wall calendar have you regretting this idea. 

"Today's October 19th, your birthday and I thought we could celebrate it." It never occurred to you that he may not like celebrating his birthday. He has been locked away for years. Do they celebrate birthdays or holidays at Smith's Grove? "If you want to." Sheepishly you hope he does, even if it's just opening the presents.

Birthday? It's his birthday? How did you know that? He barely remembers when it is and you want to celebrate it? He hasn't celebrated it since he was little. The sanitarium did little for celebrations. Yet you want to, you even have presents for him.

His hands move faster than his brain. As an out of body experience, watching himself take the presents from you. Placing both items in his lap as you join him on the couch with a smile. 

Opening the first present he doesn't know what to expect. Knowing you it could be anything.  Intrigued he lifts up the set of chef knives. Each one has a different brightly colored handle. This is an odd gift. 

"I thought that the splash of color might confuse potential….victims more. It also comes with a sharpener." You struggle for a moment with what word to use but you powered on through it. He'll understand what you mean.

The second present is the one you're the most proud of. It's hard to contain your excitement while he opens it. It took you several days to find the perfect scarf. When you saw it you knew it was the one. A 60x10 inch wool scarf almost the exact same color as his coveralls.

"I know you're a body heater but it's getting colder out. I don't want you to get sick."

Amazing, you found a scarf that's the same blue as his coveralls. The softness is unreal and since when do scarfs come with embroidery?

MM.

Thumbing the white letters, it's easy to see that the letters have been handsewn on. This was an addition. When did you have time to do all this?

"I personalized it by adding your initials to it." Blushing you look away. You don't know why this is embarrassing. All you did was get him something practical and fun for his birthday. 

"So if you're not opposed. I was thinking we could do a cake or cupcakes for later. And you can pick the flavor, I have vanilla and chocolate cake mix."

Quietly you watch him mull the options over. Watching his head slowly tilt back and forth. Apparently this is a fucking hard decision. You've known since you were five years old what kind of cake you want for your birthday. His head tilting stops and gives you a look. Just something about it tells you he decided on chocolate.

"A chocolate… a chocolate what? Cake?" Pulling your own questions out of the air. He perks up a little at cake. "Okie dokie then. Tonight we're having chocolate cake." Smiling and out of an old old habit, you lean over and kiss his temple before getting off the couch. "I better not have paper wads thrown at me while I'm baking." Warning him you try to look menacing as you head for the kitchen. Making a mental note that his mask needs a good cleaning.

What. What was that? Presents? A kiss? Celebrate his birthday with good intentions? It feels like time has frozen again but is spinning out of control. The lack of control has dulled his thinking and made it seem like he was a normal person. Like a normal man with a normal girlfriend. How can you simply do that to him? The voices are irrational in their yelling. Demanding blood, your blood. Eradicating any reason to come back. You're fragile anyways, a simple snap of the neck would suffice. If he did that he would be left to the wild again. Regrettably he has come accustomed to this life with you. Food is easier to find, dry rooms that don't threaten to give out, watching TV to pass the time. 

Before he realizes it he's standing behind you. Watching you pull various items out of the cabinets. What are you? Are you a nuisance or asset? A waste of his time and efforts or his prized possession? He thought he had your place in his life figured out. This confusion must end. The voices or his sanity.

The almost invisible touch on your neck, pushing your hair to the side. Shivering, you quickly turn around in panic.

"Oh it's just you." Sighing in relief you turn back to the counter. It's just Michael being weird. "You surprised me. I thought there was a creeper inside the apartment."

Before you can continue there's a slow drag of Michael's hands. Wrapping themselves around your middle. Taking a ragged breath, you closely watch where his hands are going.

"Um… Michael? Are you going to let go?" Confused, you wait for him to move. His response is to squeeze tighter, pulling you closer to him. “I was about to start your birthday cake.” Looking at him not only do you see but can feel his burning stare. The cake is not happening right now. He wants all of your attention and he wants it now.

“If you're not going to let me go. Why don’t we sit down."

Sitting sideways in his lap, you lean on his chest. This isn’t awkward at all. Wrapping an arm around his, you quietly listen to his heartbeat. His chin rests on top of your head. Strange you would have never expected him to be a cuddler. But everyone likes to cuddle at some point. Besides it's been awhile since you have been held like this.

It's easy to fall asleep like this. His iron grip makes you feel safe. Knowing he has your back and likes you to a point. Is what makes you feel safe. But like all things perfection never lasts. You need to rotate or move because your leg is going numb. But with Michael's iron grip, that's easier said than done. Fidgeting you try to relieve the pressure without bothering him.

"Michael…." Freezing you don't move, holding your breath in case you're wrong.

That's not a knife in his pocket.

May the Lord help you. You are suddenly very aware of how much smaller and weaker you are compared to him. You're not going to say a word. Just ignore the entire situation. You are completely nopeing out of conscious acceptance of his boner. Maybe he doesn't realize exactly what is going on. He's been without human interaction for a long time, this is just a normal reaction. Maybe he's not interested in physical interactions and is asexual. It did take him a long time to show you his face and today is about birthday celebrations. But aren't you two together now? This relationship isn't exactly defined but wouldn't physical intimacy be the next step? It's not like you want any one else and you know any other suitor would be dead by nightfall. God your thought process is spiraling.

As if reading your mind his grip tightens. Curling himself around you. His erection nudges your thigh as he slowly grinds against you. Squeezing his arm in surprise. It's a very sobering fact that Michael is now taking control of his birthday plans. 

"Uh… Michael? I-is there… I mean d-do you want me to help?" You're a stuttering mess. Blushing you can't believe that you just asked him if he wants you to take care of his erection. You can barely hold eye contact with him. There's a burning curiosity and darkness in his eyes. Gulping, you have no idea the chaos you just unleashed. But you're pretty sure you just opened Pandora's box.

[sherlollydramoine]

Santa’s Cumming

Warnings: Dad!Rami fluff followed by sexy times...  What did y’all expect given the title of this fic?!  Mild language, alcohol consumption and unprotected sex (be smart use a condom)

This was written for @itsme690, I hope this is what you had in mind hun.

Word Count: 3,694

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you watch your skinny ass husband as he awkwardly makes his way down your stairs dressed as Santa Claus. He was holding a large red bag over his right shoulder. 

“Hey babe, do you need a little help there? That bag looks heavy.”you inquire,as he almost stumbled off the last step, the weight of the bag throwing off his balance and he nearly toppled over.

“No, I think I’ve got it, but damn this bag is heavy. What the hell did you put in here?”

“Rocks, a mountain troll, some more rocks, a horse, maybe a car or two, the entirety of The Shire, maybe some Mordorian goblins, and baby Yoda.” you chuckle as he rolls his eyes. “Naw babe, just the stuff that was on the list that you gave me. I think it was the stuff you said that the kids wanted but their parents hadn’t bought them for Christmas.”

He laughs out, and sighs,”You had me worried. Poor Baby Yoda shouldn’t be in there with all those evil things. Though if I had to put my money on it I’m sure he could beat the goblins all to hell though.” 

You suddenly were overwhelmed with the urge to give him a kiss. He looked so adorable wearing a light sheen of sweat from the stuffy Santa suit and his exertions from carrying the heavy bag down the stairs, you step forward and reach out for him.

“Come here, Mommy wants to give Santa a kiss, even though I thought Santa was supposed to be-” Rami cuts you off mid sentence to capture your lips for a soft kiss, his hands letting go of the bag that just falls to the floor with a thunk. Threading his fingers through your hair deepening the kiss, your bodies starting to melt into each other when you hear someone shuffle their feet and someone clearing their throat. Reluctantly separating you both look towards the source of the noise which was just his brother Sami standing there with a brow raised.

“Sorry to interrupt but, well I’m not sorry, noone wants to walk in here to find you guys having some fun on the stairs. Ram mom wanted me to tell you that it’s starting to get a little late and some of the family is going to have to leave soon.” 

“Be right there.” Rami tells him before bending down to pick up the sack of gifts that he had casually dropped during your impromptu make out session.

“Hey babe, you might want to adjust the front of your pants a little, they are um, yeah.”you mention with a smirk before heading into the living room.

Rami takes a few moments to collect himself before heading into the living room himself, walking in with a bellowed,”Ho! Ho! Ho!”

The kids all begin shrieking with excitement, eyeing the big red bag that Rami had in his hands as the adults are trying and failing miserably to contain their laughter at the sight of Rami’s skinny ass dressed in a Santa suit that is too big for his lithe frame. 

Chaos ensued as the kids were excitedly crowding Rami, trying eagerly to get at his red bag that held what they assumed were all the goodies that they wanted. Watching Rami verses several children was hilarious, as he struggled to bring order to the excited shrieks and shouts from the kids. Fortunately one of Rami’s cousins steps in to keep him from being trampled by the kids as she instructs them all to take a seat in front of the tree, and to sit quietly to which they all quickly complied, even though they were all still squirming.

The moment was so pure that you couldn’t help it, you find your phone and load the camera before snapping a few pictures. Several other family members were doing the same thing all wearing goofy, happy smiles.

“Well kiddos, I’ve heard that you’ve all been good this year, so Rami-Claus is here to deliver some presents early on behalf of the big guy!” 

Several of the adults snorted at his use of the ‘Rami-Claus’ and you leaned into Sami’s shoulder, “Did he seriously just call himself Rami-Claus?”

Sami just smiled as he nudged your shoulder trying to hold back the laughter himself. You couldn’t help but beam at your husband as he somehow managed the gift giving portion of the night. It seemed as if the kids were never going to calm down after this, as things temporarily became a flurry of activity, with kids shrieking and shouting, running around to show their parents their new gifts. 

You spot Rami sitting on the floor next to your three year old daughter Layla helping her to unpackage whatever new toy she had received. When Rami gave you the list he didn’t specify what was for who so you had no idea. He insisted on wrapping and tagging everything himself.

“Momma look!” your seven year old son Said shouted as he made his way over to you clutching a bright yellow looking box to his chest. 

“Hey Bubba, what did you get from Daddy?” 

“I got more Legos! I think La got a new doll or something boring. She was really excited about it though she doesn’t really need any new dolls she already has a million of them.”

 You chuckled and ruffled his wild hair as you responded,”You don’t need more Legos either kiddo, don’t you already have a million of them?”

He just laughed at you as he flounced away towards one of his cousins, probably trying to coax them into building with the Legos.

Rami eventually made his way back to you holding your three year old, as she tightly clutched onto her new doll. Leaning over you gave him a quick kiss before taking her out of his arms as he turned to talk to his brother about something.

“Hey La, what have you got there?”

“I got a new baby just like the one you told Auntie Lindsey on the phone that you were gonna have” she said matter of factly, as you set her on the ground.

Rami stopped mid-conversation with his brother, obviously having heard your three year old’s statement. He looked shocked and confused. 

“What is she talking about YN?”

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment of having been put on the spot as you let out a little nervous laugh. 

“I guess our La pays more attention to my phone conversations than I thought she did. She was playing and I didn’t think she heard me. But,ummm..Damn.. Well it was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow but umm.. Yeah, we’re pregnant again. Merry Christmas my love.”

His face broke out into a bright smile as he wrapped you in his arms and planted a loud kiss on your mouth.

“Ewwwwwwwwwww” you heard Said whine from wherever he was playing.

Since your daughter had decided to ruin your big surprise for tomorrow, and in front of Rami’s entire family no less. About an hour later, most of the family had left and those that were still around helped to tidy up. The kids that were still here, were sitting with yours on the couch watching The Grinch on tv. 

His brother decided to take off, but before he left he off-handedly made the comment about how he bets that this time you two will have twins, before giving you both a smile and shutting the front door behind him.

“I swear to God Rami, if your brother just jinxed us I’m going to kick his ass!” 

Your husband sure does love to laugh because that’s what he did, he laughed. You just shake your head and walked away trying to round up your children for a quick late night bath before bed. What you found instead though was both of them snuggled on the couch, covered in Layla’s favorite queen sized blanket, fast asleep. Rami was right behind you, and you heard a little camera click. 

“Who do you want to take?” you asked him.

“I’ll grab Said, you grab Layla.” and then meet me in the garage so that we can get all of the gifts out of there and under the tree.

“Deal. I’ll meet you down here in five.” 

You both gently unwrapped the kids, as he lifted Said into his arms with a soft grunt. Your son was growing like a weed, and he was definitely getting heavy. Grabbing Layla, and gently lifting her into your arms and wrapping her up in her blanket you get them settled in bed fairly quickly. 

Meeting Rami in the garage as agreed upon, you both set to work laying out all the gifts and the stockings. After all was situated you started turning off the lights downstairs. Rami was right behind you and just when you were about to take your first step onto the stairs you felt his arms snake around your waist. 

“Wait.” he said, as he pulled your body close to his. “We haven’t done our Christmas thing yet. I know you are tired and we both should probably get to sleep, but I just can’t yet. It’s tradition, our tradition and I don’t want to miss it this year.”

You had completely forgotten about you Christmas tradition, you really were tired. Prepping and hosting the Malek clan was always an event that left you exhausted. His family was always helpful though, and whenever they showed up everyone was always willing to roll up their sleeves to help assist in whatever was left that needed to be done.

He pulled you into the living room, and you stood together for a few moments before he spoke.

“I know that talking about being thankful and grateful is something that is done around Thanksgiving traditionally, but we’ve always done this. Do you remember our first Christmas living together?”

You laugh into his chest as you nod your head. 

You had reluctantly agreed to host some of his family at your place, which at the time was still quite small, and in your attempts to go all out you ended up having a full on mental breakdown in the middle of your kitchen. 

You had burned a couple of pies, because your timing had been just a little off, and you accidentally dropped the bowl of mashed potatoes onto the floor which shattered the bowl and sent potatoes everywhere. 

Standing in the middle of the mashed potatoes mess, your were sobbing and trying to clean up the mess while Rami attempted to soothe you. His mom stepped in and gave you a big hug. She told you that it was going to be okay. That sometimes one just has to roll with the punches, especially around the holidays, and that no one would care if all there was to eat was some Chinese takeout. 

You kept repeating that you could still pull off some part of the holiday meal in between sobs, but Rami just took you into his arms and guided you out of the kitchen into the living room, while his mom cleaned up the potatoes. He made you talk about the things that you are grateful for  and in an attempt to be funny your first response was, “Your mom.” 

He laughed hysterically for a solid fifteen minutes before he responded with,”Me too. I’m also grateful for you. You tried your hardest to do this for my family, to make a good impression, and trust me you still will. Noone will care about the food I promise. You should have my mom tell you about the small fire that happened one year that ruined a huge majority of dinner. I love you and am so grateful that you are apart of my life. I honestly can’t envision my life without you in it. I want to make you my wife so that we can have moments like these forever. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Forever. Just you and me and maybe eventually a few kids.”

You stopped crying from where your head had been buried in his chest as you looked up at him and questioned,”Did you just ask me to marry you?”

“I did. You don’t have to give me an answer right away, I wanted to do it in a way that was far more special that this, but if you’ll have me, will you Y/F/N Y/L/N marry me?”

“Yes!!!” you screamed as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling his body close to yours as your lips found his, you were aware that his mother very present, so you did keep the kiss semi-chaste. 

“So my love, what are you grateful for?”

“The same thing that I always am,”Your mom. And you and the kids.” 

“Me too. I’m also grateful for all of the opportunities that we’ve had this year. Yes, my workload has been crazy and I’m grateful for the fact that you have been by my side through all of it. Your hard work and dedication to our family sometimes is underappreciated. I just want you to know how much I love and appreciate the things that you do for all of us. The sacrifices you’ve made for all of us, and I know I don’t say it often enough, but I truly love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. You are the best wife, partner, mother, and the best friend that any man could ever ask for.”

The tears welled up in your eyes, and before you knew you were full on crying. He just pulls you close to him before he gently runs his fingers through your hair. 

“Shhhh.. It’s alright love. Please don’t cry. I love you. I know that you gave up a lot for me, to be there for me. You worked hard for us, especially in the beginning when I was auditioning a lot and getting nothing. You were there. You worked as many hours as it took to pay the bills just so that I could focus more on trying to land a decent paying job. My love, you never blinked when I left for Argentina, you just understood my reasoning for needing to go. You just,you took it all in stride and you never wavered in your faith of me. I am so proud of all you’ve done, and because of your support and look at us now. I finally got us somewhere. My dream became a reality but it was only that way because of you! You! The one that has given her everything to make sure that I had what I needed.” he whispers as his hands gently rub your back.

“You really believe that Rami? I think you got to where you are because you have the talent to back yourself up. Anyone that says otherwise obviously doesn’t recognize talent when they see it and that makes them stupid.”

You could feel his chest vibrate with his laughter. For a minute you couldn’t figure out why he was laughing until you thought back, what you had just said was very reminiscent of some of the things that you used to tell him after he didn’t get a role. 

“I love you Rami, and I’d always do anything for you. Whatever you need or want me to be, that’s who I’ll be.”

“Baby, I don’t need you to be anything but who you are. The beautiful woman I met all those years ago, that I married, that gave me my children. You. That’s all I’ll ever need. Except right now, I do need something from you?”

“What is it?”

“I need a kiss. I’m still wearing this ridiculous costume, and we never got to finish what we started earlier, so I’d like a kiss, if you have one or two to spare.”

You didn’t have to think twice, you just shake your head and then launched yourself at him. It took him by surprise but you held you both in place as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips crashing into his as your hands settle on the back of his neck. 

The kiss deepened as you both let out little hums of pleasure, your hips involuntarily grinding against his body. You barely registered that he had begun walking with your lips still locked, as you ended up on the couch. 

His body weight on top of yours a comforting feeling, as his hands slide their way up your legs and under your dress. He pulled your thighs apart and began to thumb your clit over your panties, which elicited a low moan from you. 

“You’re soaked.”

“Always are for your my love.”

Your fingers found their way to the waistband of his pants, where after some interesting fumbling, you managed to find the belt that was holding his ridiculously too large pants in place. You got his belt loose and that pants just slide their way down his hips, and thighs before pooling at his knees.

You lift your hips for him as he slides your panties down before he takes himself in hand and guides himself to your entrance. With a whine you buck your hips into his as he slides himself into you. 

“God baby. Always so tight for me.” he moans out, ocean colored eyes locked with yours. 

He begins to move slowly at first but after some encouragement from you he begins to move his hips at a much more rapid pace. Neither of you really wanting to take your time. 

Your breathing ragged now, as the sweat is pouring from both of your bodies, a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. The sound of skin on skin and your moans filling the air. 

“I’m-oh baby-yes-please-please-don’t stop-feels so good” you stutter out as you claw at his still clothed back 

“Rami-God-yes-yes-yes-so close already-Rami I’m gonna-”

His mouth found yours at the right moment, because just as his lips collided with yours your walls clenched around him and you let a scream that may have sounded something like his name. 

This time it was his turn as he simply starts mumbling out,”I'm gonna-I’m cumming!”His abs clenching and his whole body tightened, and he came hard, cock twitching inside of you as he painted your walls with his seed. 

His body falling on top of yours, with your chests still heaving, as he lazily planted kisses on your face, jaw, and neck. Both of you were content to lay there like this all night until you hear a small voice.

“Santa? Why are you kissing my mommy?”

Both of you startled looked up to see your seven year old son standing at the entrance to the living room looking sleepy and confused.

Rami muttered a quiet,”Fuck,” as you let out a small laugh.

“Said baby, it’s just your daddy giving mommy some kisses is all. We came downstairs to see if Santa had come yet, and he did, so we just decided to have a cuddle on the couch. Can you go back to bed and I’ll be up in a minute to tuck you back in okay?”

“Okay.” he said as he headed back to bed.

“Shit how much of that do you think he saw?” Rami questioned. 

“I don’t think he saw anything, but I should probably go upstairs and tuck him back in before he comes back down here.” you laugh, as you pull your panties back up and smooth your dress down over your hips.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a few? If you’ve got anything else left we might be able to get another round in before we have to knock out for the night. You know those two will be up at five and there is no going back back from there.” you state as you lean in to give him another kiss.

“I swear those two aren’t really ours because neither of us are morning people so  how did we end up with two kids that are always up so damn early?”

You just laughed again, you were always laughing with him, and shrugged,”Maybe they are secretly your brothers.”

He just gasped in mock horror, since he knew you were only teasing, and chased after you holding his pants up with one hand just so he could playfully smack your ass.

“That was a naughty thing to say YN, do you secretly have a thing for my brother?” he asks, eyes crinkled with the smile he was wearing. He knows you jest but he can’t help it. Maybe a part of him was actually jealous even though he knew he never needed to be.

“Maybeeeee, I mean it’s hard not too, you both look sooooo much alike. Maybe I got a little confused once or twice.” you tease.

He gasped again before following you up the stairs trying not to trip over his pants.

“Your ass is gonna pay for that. Maybe I need to remind you just who you belong to?”

Keeping the teasing going you quietly say,”Sami.”

He smacks your ass again, and say with a smirk,”Nope. Try again.”

Reaching the top of the stairs he pulls you close to him again, his face buried in your neck as he breathes you in. “I love you but you’re in some trouble YN, and you need to be punished. Daddy is waiting. I’m going to give you a very good reminder of who exactly you belong to so you won’t  ever forget it.”

You brows shot nearly into your hairline as you giggled, wiggled your ass against his crotch and pulled away sprinting towards your son’s room. Just before you opened his bedroom door you turned around to look at Rami and said,”Can’t wait, because you need to prove it, Daddy.”

The look on his face was priceless, he was going into dominant lover mode, and you just issued a challenge to that primal part of him. His eyes darkened and his face set, and it took everything he had to not claim you right then and there. You shot him a wide smile and then opened the door and entered your son’s room to tuck him back in as promised.

Part Two of Santa’s Cumming

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δαίμων Pt. 1 | myg & jhs

Genre: demon!au, supernatural!au, eventual smut Pairing: demon!yoongi x demon!hobi x reader Word count: 2.4k Warnings: none yet, foul language Summary: You’ve thought your house has been haunted for awhile and you want your friend, Haneul, to help you figure it out. Yoongi and Hobi are on assignment at your house to find out why other demons that have inhabited your house have either gone insane or went missing entirely. A ouija board session goes wrong that sends Yoongi reeling back to his old ways and it’s up to Hobi to get him under control. 

One week earlier

“I swear my house is haunted.”

Haneul stared at you as if you had grown a third eye. “Did you just say what I thought you just said?”

“Hear me out.” Haneul rolled his eyes. “Weird things have been happening! I’ll lose something for a few days and then it’ll just show up in the middle of my bed.” Haneul continued to give you a dead pan stare. “One day, I came home and all of my books on my bookcase were rearranged by color.”

“Someone broke into your house?”

“And rearranged my books? I don’t think so.”

“Listen, you’re probably sleep walking. Remember when we were kids? You used to do all kinds of weird shit.”

“This is different, and you know it.”

Present day

“Are you serious? A Ouija board?” Haneul had seen it all, but now he thought you were reaching.

“I have to find out what’s in my house, Haneul.”

“I’ll entertain you this one time, _____.”

On another plane of existence all together

Hobi dusted the imaginary dirt off his lapels as he stepped up on the sidewalk. Yoongi took his place beside him, sticking a sucker in his mouth as he squinted in the sunlight. The weather was hot, annoyingly so. The neighborhood around them reeked of old money and the house in front of them was an old Victorian style home that stood dark against the blue sky. Birds chirped in the trees above them and the sound of locusts buzzed in the distance.

“Did you get the job done?” Hobi asked looking sideways at the dark haired man beside him.

Yoongi looked at him lazily while slowly rotating the sucker in his mouth before he pulled it out with a slow ‘pop’.

“What? Didn’t think I could do it?”

“We’re on probation, we can’t be getting into trouble again or the big man downstairs is gonna be pissed.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he stuck the sucker back in his mouth. He spoke around it this time. “It’s not like we killed some big wig.”

“We killed the wrong person, Yoongi.”

Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly.

A woman walking her dog walked passed them, unknowing that they were there, but the dog looked straight at Yoongi. Yoongi pulled the sucker from his mouth and stuck his tongue out at the dog who growled in turn.

“Come on, Rex,” the woman said without so much as a glance behind her.

“I want a dog,” Yoongi stated.

“Can you stop playing around? We have work to do.”

“What are we doing here?” he asked gesturing to the house in front of him.

“Guy assigned to this house had a mental breakdown and they pulled him off the case.”

“Seriously?” Yoongi huffed out a laugh. “Guy couldn’t handle a ‘haunting’?” He held up his fingers in air quotes. “Why are we doing so much grunt work?”

“We’re in trouble, remember? Or did you already forget?”

Yoongi shrugged again.

“Why are you so lax about this? This could mean our lives, Yoongi.”

“How long have you been around, Hobi?” he asked pointing the sucker at him.

Hobi’s head shifted to the side quickly in thought. “Few thousand, give or take.”

“Exactly. If I go, I go.”

Yoongi thrust both arms out in front of him so that his sleeves came off his wrists. He reached down to roll them up to his elbows before he stuck his hand in his pocket.

“Let’s get this party started.”

“When do you want to do this?” Haneul asked.

“Tonight, of course. If we do it during the day it won’t have a good effect.”

“So…they only work at night?”

“No, I just think it’ll be better.”

Haneul sighed as he fell back on the couch and put his phone in front of his face. You walked to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes from the night before and that’s when you felt the shift in the atmosphere.

“Haneul?” you called. You heard no response. You quickly turned around and frantically looked around the kitchen for the source of the feeling. This was different from all the other times you felt like you were being watched. The air around you was thick and your tongue felt swollen in your mouth. The bulb above you dimmed slightly and you began to panic as your heart beat hard in your chest.

“This her?” Yoongi asked gesturing towards the girl in front of him. She seemed panicked as she looked around the room.

“Quit doing that,” Hobi said.

Yoongi snickered as the bulb went back to full brightness.

“_______. 26 years old, no immediate family still alive, believes in the occult, once dabbled in it at 16, only known close relationship is with her friend, Haneul, which was that guy in the living room you knocked out.” Hobi was reading from a paper he had pulled from his pocket.

“She’s cute,” Yoongi said walking up closer to her.

“Yoongi.” Hobi’s tone was low in warning. “Lest I need to remind you of 1692?”

“It was one time. Plus, new age, new rules.”

“The rules have never changed.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Fine. That girl got what she deserved anyway.”

“She was burned at the stake.”

“Hobi, we’re into those things. Lest I need to remind you of who we are?”

“I wish I could kill you.”

A large smile graced Yoongi’s face as he turned back to the girl. He casually leaned on the counter next to her and examined her face. “So, what’s the job?”

The girl turned in the general direction of Yoongi before she spoke. “Who’s there?” Her voice shook with fear as her grip tightened on the hand towel she held.

“She’s observant.”

“The job is to find out what’s going on with this house. The last guy had a mental breakdown and the one before that disappeared from this plane all together.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to Hobi.

“So, we were sent here for sacrifice? Typical.”

“No. They think we’re capable of finding the root of the problem.”

Yoongi reached out and tapped the girl on the nose. She went reeling back against the counter, breathing heavily.

“Yoongi, fuck off.”

He laughed as he sauntered back over to Hobi and sat cross legged on the floor.

“Where do we start?”

“First of all, cut the shit.”

All the sudden, the atmosphere in the kitchen turned back to normal.

“Haneul!!!”

Haneul came running into the kitchen looking around frantically. “What?!” he asked breathlessly.

“Did you feel that?”

He straightened from his “fighting” stance to look at you.

“I thought something bad had happened.” He turned to leave the kitchen once more.

“No, wait! I’m serious! The air felt…felt crushing; it was almost like I couldn’t breath Haneul. A-and then the lights dimmed, and I felt something touch me.”

“You need a nap.”

“Why don’t you believe me!?” You were close to tears now, the frustration coursed through your veins like fire.

“Look, I’m gonna tickle your fancy later and play with that Ouija board, but for now you need to chill. You’re getting yourself worked up over this.” Haneul had placed his hands on your shoulders and looked you square in the face. “Okay?”

You sighed heavily as you shook your head in agreement. “Okay.”

“Good. Now let’s go watch some stupid tv show.”

Later that night

Haneul walked into your spacious bedroom shortly after eleven that night and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.

You sat in the middle of your bedroom, board on the floor, and surrounded by several lit candles.

“It’s for the atmosphere.”

“Is it absolutely necessary to recreate some scene from The Craft?”

“Just fucking humor me.”

“This is nice,” Yoongi said appreciatively as he walked into the room. “Candles and everything.” He said this with a wag of his eyebrows as he looked at Hobi. Hobi rolled his eyes as he walked the perimeter of the room.

“I met this woman downstairs,” Hobi said matter-of-factly.

“And?”

“She lived here about seventy years ago, but she doesn’t seem to be all here. I think she’s half in, half out. When I try to talk to her, she just looks at me confused and calls me Jaeho.”

“Well, fuck that lead then. Maybe she’ll conjure up some weird shit with this board.” Yoongi was pointing at the Ouija board in the center of the room.

“Like what? Something like us?” Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Can I mess with them?”

“Please don’t screw this up for us.”

“Just a little bit.”

You sat down in front of the board and placed your fingers on the planchette looking down at it pointedly so that Hanuel would get the idea. He sounded exasperated as he sat down in front of you and did the same. You moved the planchette around in a circle on the board.

“What are you doing?”

“Warming it up.”

“Oh yea, Ouija board, you feel that? This is demon foreplay.”

“Be serious, Haneul.”

He stifled his giggle as he let you move the planchette a few more times.

“Okay,” you began. “Now we ask it a question.”

“Fire away, séance master.”

You stared Haneul down as he smiled back at you.

“Is there anyone here with us?”

Yoongi looked expectantly at Hobi.

“Don’t get weird,” Hobi said.

Yoongi sat down on one side of the board, _____ on his right and Haneul to his left. He reached out and placed a single finger on the planchette as he slid it to ‘yes’.

______’s eyes opened wide as her gaze shot up to Haneul.

“You moved that,” Haneul said.

“I did not! Did you?!”

“Wasn’t me,” he shrugged.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

Yoongi snickered as he started to move again.

“D,” she said.

“I.”

“C.”

Yoongi was almost in full giggles at this point.

“K.”

“Oh my god, you’re a child,” Hobi said as he stood outside the circle of candles with his arms crossed.

“Haneul,” she said pointedly. “You’re an idiot.”

“I didn’t do it, ____! I swear!”

“You love dick jokes.” She was pissed now.

“Just ask another question.”

“Why are you here?”

Yoongi put his finger to his mouth in thought as he looked around the room objectively.

“Careful,” Hobi warned.

“Secret,” he spelled out.

“Secret?” she asked. “Are you a good ghost?”

Yoongi quickly spelled out demon.

“Fuck that,” Hanuel’s hands shot off the planchette. “I’m not fucking with this anymore.”

Hobi quickly passed through the circle of candles to pull Yoongi to his feet by his collar.

“Are you fucking kidding me you, asshole!”

The flames of the candles grew higher as Hobi’s anger rose and the room darkened to an eerie shade of black save for the flame of the candles that continued to grow higher and higher.

Yoongi was now equally as pissed as he shoved Hobi off him.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Hobi.” His dark hair was now covering his eyes, but Hobi could see the faint glow of fire there.

“Reign yourself in, Yoongi. Remember what happened last time.”

Yoongi’s anger didn’t subside as his hands fisted at his sides. The whole house started to groan and protest under the weight of him. The distant sound of wood cracking in the attic caused ______ to shoot up from her spot on the floor.

“We gotta get out of here!” she yelled while grabbing Haneul’s hand and pulling him from the room and down the stairs.

“Yoongi,” Hobi said taking a tentative step towards him. His eyes were full aglow now and the Yoongi he knew was far from this room. “You need to calm down.”

Yoongi breathed heavily as the veins on his neck became prominent against his skin. “Don’t tell me what to do.” His voice was deep, unnaturally so. “I’m sick and tired of you telling me what to do.”

Yoongi lashed out and picked up a desk chair next to him and hurtled it towards Hobi. Hobi held up his arm and let it crash against it, scattering into several pieces around him.

“Yoongi, stop it!” he yelled. As Hobi’s anger rose with Yoongi’s, the more the foundations of the house protested under the weight. The house groaned on its bearings and glass shattered somewhere downstairs. “You’re going to ruin this before we even start it!”

Yoongi was looking less human by the second as a shade of dark gray shifted and rippled across his skin, fingernails growing yellow as he challenged Hobi to come any closer. Hobi had dealt with an angry Yoongi in the past and this was no different; this was why Yoongi was no longer allowed to work alone.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Haneul yelled as a vase shattered beside him. The house groaned as if the very wood in the walls was going to explode at any second and the roof was going to come crashing down on them. The lights in every room flickered on and off sporadically as pictures fell off their nails and onto the floor.

“I told you something was in here!” you yelled as you rushed towards the front door.

You both ran down the front steps, tripping into the grass on the front lawn as you turned to look back at the house. The windows were now opening and closing so quickly that the glass in a few shattered. The lights continued to flash on and off along with the sounds of a deep growl and then a piercing scream and then, suddenly, it all stopped. You were both sitting on the lawn breathing heavily and staring up at the house as if you were expecting it to start up again.

“What. The. Fuck,” Haneul whispered beside you.

You both looked at one another trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Hobi held a now limp Yoongi in his arms. The charm Hobi had pulled from his pocket was now around Yoongi’s neck, having rent his powers from him. Hobi sighed heavily as he gently laid Yoongi’s body on the floor. He was breathing evenly now, his skin turned back to its normal pale shade, and Hobi knew if he opened his eyes, they would be back to their normal chocolate brown. Hobi fell back on his ass as he let out a long sigh.

“This is going to be fun.”

[joonyverse]

my precious burst of energy - kim namjoon (bts) (oneshot)

A/N: BACK WITH NAMJOON FIC MUAHAHA! I’ve been feeling lottas namjoon feels nowadays, pls bear with me, ily guys <3 Also to those who’s waiting for my Baekhyun’s fic, please wait a little bit more! <333

Summary: You were in the last year of your university. Essays here and there, not to mention researches. To sum it up, it was hell. And you felt like you made a great decision when you decided to move into a cozy nice medium sized apartment near your campus. And your roommate happened to be the campus’ most feared guy. But little incident lead to a thing. What happened though when said incident happened to someone who has graduation on the line and in the middle of breakdown?

Warning: implication of smut happened but no smut scene, curses, bad english, grammar mistakes, unedited

Genre: FLUUUUFF, a lil touch of angst, roommate au, grad stud!namjoon, law stud!reader

Word count: 9,024

Kim Namjoon x readers

oneshot

The fatigue from sleep finally start to kicking in, by giving you signs from the dull ache in your head. You can’t help but stir in your sleep, frown making its way into your face, before you slowly opened your eyes. The sun hasn’t rise fully, but by the slight brighter color that seems to seep from your curtain, you were sure it was around half past six in the morning. 

You let out a little yawn as you stretched out your body. Hands coming down to your eyes to gently rubbed away the sleepiness. You felt like death. Body all stiff, you suspected it was because of your unchanging posture for a long time from finishing essay that is critical on deciding whether you graduate last night.

And finally, the dull ache was being replaced by a pounding pain. You groaned, regretting your choice of finishing your essay in a night. You really regret on putting behind your essay, because now you have to deal with the consequence aka going with at least two hours worth of sleep. You really can’t wait to have this essay get it over and done with. Hours of research and typing makes you wanna poke your eyes out of tiredness.

Getting up from the bed, you walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. Carefully you made your way there, hand reaching for the wall to steadied yourself. 

The coldness of the water freshen you up a little bit. The grumble in your stomach however remind you that the last meal you had was that sandwich from the cafe that you visited on your way home. 

You walked into the kitchen, silently pouring yourself some cereal and milk into your bowl, before you took a seat on the couch in the living room. 

The sound of door opening break the silence of the morning that seemed to be filling the apartment. Your head quickly shot up at the intruder, spoon stop midway from your mouth. You thanked god that it wasn’t in your mouth just yet or else you’d choke remembering that you probably look like someone who hasn’t have enough rest since they were born.

There was your roommate, Kim Namjoon, walking out of his room. It’s been a month since you both became roommate, and yet, you were still a little bit too intimidated to initiate a friendly conversation whatsoever. Your conversations are all just about house necessities. He was your senior by three years, or well, supposedly had he weren’t graduated. He was notable for his intimidating aura around the campus. No one brave enough to challenge him and his authority, unless you are his friend, a close one at that. From what you heard, he was close to six of the most popular boys at campus, but honestly? You really couldn’t care less, most of them had graduated so there’s no reason for you to care.

But that doesn’t change the fact that you weren’t part of the exception. His aura was overwhelming to you. You were intimidated by his very presence if you could frankly speak. He was this smart student, loved by so many professors to the point that almost at every lesson his name would be mentioned by them at least once, his achievements are all there for anyone to know and anyone to see. He was a student anyone aspire to be. To say that you were intimidated, wasn’t come as a surprise.

Your friends are all beyond shocked when they first knew that Namjoon will be your roommate in your apartment. They were all teasingly comforting you as if saying that you’ll be able to go through this just fine. But really, you swore you almost die from heart attack every time he appeared around you in the apartment.

“G-good morning!” you greeted a little bit way too bubbly and cheerful than you would like to. You mentally slapped your forehead.

Namjoon’s eyes shot up at you. His expression was unreadable, which doesn’t come as a surprise, but you were still feeling like shitting your pants out of humiliation anyway. “Morning” he answered, voice lower and less cheerful than you were. Well it was still early in the morning, what were you expecting anyway.

You turn your attention back to your breakfast decide that maybe, today is not the day you’re going to engage a conversation with Kim Namjoon, once again. You saw it through your peripheral view that he suddenly stopped in his track, caught your attention making you look up at him. 

“U-uh” he stuttered, as if hesitating to talk. Your expression said nothing but inside, you were amused at the fact that he was stuttering. You always imagined Namjoon as the man with his mind always gathered, he got the males and females on the palm of his hand, and have nothing to be afraid of. But seems like that’s not always the case. You were sure if your friends right there, they would go into some teenage girl mode.

You can’t deny at the fact that Namjoon is an attractive man. And you can’t deny the fact that there’s some time where you were just home, and he was watching the TV at the living room, and you would secretly hawking at him. And anyone and their mothers know that Namjoon is one hell of an attractive man, especially with that brain of his. Your theory is further confirmed by the fact of the women’s moans you’d hear at least once in a week. At first you thought he got a lover, but this theory was debunk as you caught several women going out of the apartment, and all are different. You gotta applaud him on that one, because your sex life is currently nonexistent, let alone romance.

But it seems like you fell into deep thoughts because Namjoon’s raised voice to caught your attention managed to make you jump a little bit. “Ah yes! Sorry! What were you saying?” you asked.

Namjoon shook his head. “I’d be home a little bit late today, I’ll have a dinner with my… colleagues tonight” he said, before he scratched the back of his neck, as if asking himself why did he goes into detail, and why did he tell you that when all this time, you both never told each other if either of you going to be home late. Your eyebrow raised in wonder, but nevertheless, you nodded at him, sparing the poor man from possible embarrassment.

“Okay…” you said simply, before going back to your paused meal. The sound of door closing was heard, probably Namjoon was going out for a run. 

After you finished your meal, you washed the dishes before getting ready for the day.

It was almost seven in the evening. Your plan to have some me time was thrown out of the window at this point in your opinion honestly. You were just finishing up your essay that your professor had pointed out that needed to be corrected or some sort, which earned a big internal groan from you. Through your grit teeth, you accept it, with a forced smile of course.

You were beyond tired. And honestly, you felt like crying your heart out, because really, no matter how many times you’ve corrected it, it feels like you’re just always wrong. And you were beyond exhausted and anxious. But you held your tears back, not wanting to break into a breakdown in the middle of the now empty auditorium. Silently, you packed your things into your bag.

The walk towards your apartment was rather solemn. Or at least, it was to you. Everyone was enjoying their Friday night. You saw some people who dressed up to go to a club. Restaurants packed with people, mostly couples. It was a very alive night to say the least. And you felt pathetic for walking with your head down, laptop being held to your chest, a longchamp bag in your shoulder, clearly was dressed for anything but fun.

As soon as you walked into the comfort of your very own room, you immediately went into your study desk, putting your bag that filled with books on top of it, along with your laptop, setting up what you usually need when you work at home. You removed the light makeup you put on before you took a shower and changed into your pajamas. 

With a sigh, you sat on the chair. Your chair was a very comfortable chair, you bought it with your saving, and you had to say, you didn’t regret it one bit. But that doesn’t change the fact that you still get stiff after sitting there for hours, but at least, it was better than what your friends had to go through. You opened your laptop to continue the essay. From time to time, you keep rubbing your eyes, fighting to stay awake. 

The sound of door opening from outside was heard, signaling that Namjoon had gone home, or at least that’s what you hoped for not some burglars forcing entrees. Still you didn’t pull your attention from your work. You can hear the sound of giggles outside, and you were more than sure that Namjoon didn’t have a ‘dinner with his colleague’ like he said this morning. You can only hope that they wouldn’t be as loud as Namjoon’s girls would usually do. You were beyond stressed at this point, and you’re more than sure it wasn’t healthy anymore. 

But seems like luck wasn’t at your side. It was loud. God, you were even wondering why the neighbors haven’t complained yet at the noise, and you can only guess that they’re also got intimidated by Namjoon, too afraid to confront him. You swore you can feel the tears of frustration brimming in your eyes. And seems like it wasn’t your head that control your movements at that point, but rather your heart. As you find yourself getting up from your chair, exiting your room, and walking towards the path of Namjoon’s room.

You can hear the noise getting louder as you getting closer. And you really feel like exploding, maybe from the noise, or maybe from your stressed state and your desperate need to cool off. Your fist land hardly on the door, and you were pretty sure it was rather banging than knocking at the door at that point. “Please shut the fuck up if you’re having sex or at least lower it!” you screamed into the door. You hear all activities ceased there. And for a moment, your mind is finally gathered and you realized what you had done. You run off back into the comfort of your room, continuing your work. Well at least, you can now work in a more silence environment.

It was the next morning that all the things you’ve done the night before came down upon you. And honestly, you were scared to face Namjoon. Did you ruin his night? Absolutely. Did you regret? Well, you clearly do. And now, you are too scared to go out of the room. The sound that your stomach made clearly screamed for food, and you can only whisper-yelled at it to shut up at least until you were sure Namjoon was out of the house. 

You checked the clock on your bedside table. It was showing that it was almost ten. And you really hate the fact that you still had your bed hair on, haven’t shower or anything. Honestly? You felt like you’re going to have 6 boys in your door, mocking you for ruining Namjoon’s night or something. You felt like Namjoon going to make your life a living hell, and you were scared for your own life.

You reached for your phone, and texted your friend about it. You just pressed send, when knocks on your door was heard. You froze on your bed. Not knowing what to do. Should you pretend to be asleep? Should you open the door? Should you open the door and escape from whatever is waiting for you outside that door?

But before you can decide what to do, the door to your room was opened. You mentally blamed yourself for not locking it. And there appeared Namjoon, who seemingly want to peak in at first, but seeing that you were awake, he opened the door a little bit wider, so his head can peaked in better.

“Hey… my friend made us some breakfast if you want” he said while scratching the back of his neck. You can tell that for some reason, he felt awkward.

You who were still froze on the spot, it’s like the sun has shine upon you and melted you. You sat up a little bit more relaxed than you were before. “Uh sure! I’ll be there in a minute” you said.

“Okay good! See you there” he said before he closed the door.

You sighed in relief. It’s like your worries had been lifted at the fact that Namjoon doesn’t seem mad. And now, you felt guilty for ruining his night and possibly his orgasm if he was almost there.

With head down, you walked out of your room, bracing yourself for awkwardness and more of what’s to come.

You sat down on the dining chair, Inhaling the smell of food that seems so delicious. Whoever Namjoon’s friend is, you wouldn’t mind living with them if it means foods like this every single day. You can tell it was homemade. And you didn't know how much you crave it until you saw it before your eyes.

It seems like Namjoon noticed the delirious state you were in. He can’t help but chuckled a little bit. “Please, eat” he said politely.

You shyly look away and eat the food. You swore you can feel your eyes at the back of your head when your spoon reached the inside of your mouth. It was… That good. And Namjoon silently watched you in amusement. You felt like you were a starved man that haven’t eat for years, but now that you think about it, it’s been so long since you eat real food. Your daily food is consist of instant foods from the convenience market near the apartment or the food that you ordered from a restaurant nearby that far from healthy. 

As you put down your spoon and swallowed your food, you felt like you had to say something about last night.

“About last night-“

“About last night-“

You both talked in the same time, causing you both to stop. You looked at each other with a wide eyes. And you both can’t help but chuckle. “Please, you go first” you said.

“Oh no, you go first, I insist” Namjoon said.

“Okay… so here comes nothing I guess” you muttered. “I’m so sorry for last night, I didn’t mean to ruin your night or anything, and clearly I didn’t mean to yell and banging on your door last night, it was my bad” you apologized.

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Oh no no no, please, don’t be sorry, it should be me who’s supposed to be sorry, after all it was my partner that was being loud, you sound rather stressed last night, are you okay?” he asked, eyes filled with concern.

You clearly caught off guard. You expected anything but his concern. “Well, you know, or you probably don’t considering how people admire you so much and how smart you are, but it was just… you know, it’s my last year and all, and I have this very important essay, and I’m a little bit more stressed than I’m supposed to, and I- I’m sorry, I’m rambling” you said before you shook your head at your tendency on talking more than you supposed to. 

Namjoon chuckled again. “No no, it’s okay, I understand, I also went through what you’re going through, anxieties and stress, mostly stress though, I’m scared that it won’t be enough to get me to graduate, blah blah blah” he said.

“Yeah! Just like that” you agreed. 

“I can help you if you want?” Namjoon offered.

“Huh? Oh no! You really don’t need to-“ “It’s okay, I don’t mind, I like helping people anyway” he shrugged.

“Oh really? But I don’t want to burden you…” 

“It’s okay really, just bother me whenever when you need help because I clearly don’t mind” he said with a smile followed by a wink, making you somewhat flustered. “Do you have any plan tonight?” He asked.

“Well, my plan for tonight is actually finishing my never-ending essay at this cafe that my friend keep recommending me, but she’s out with her boyfriend so… yeah” you said.

“Well, might as well bring me along so I can help you!”

“Are you sure-“

“Y/n, I’m more than sure, please, just let me help you, take this as my apology of being noisy last night and for haven’t offering you my help all this time” he insisted.

You chuckled at how persistent he was. “Okay, we’re going at 3 then” you said with a smile on.

“3 it is”

It was almost three. You were sitting in front of your wardrobe not knowing what to wear. It feels like nothing looks good on you despite you’ve been wearing the clothes countless times.

“It’s not even a date, why am I brainstorming on what to wear again?” you rumbled to yourself.

A knock on your door woke you up from your trance. “Are you ready?” Namjoon asked from behind the door. 

You panicked and quickly got up. Quickly chose an outfit to wear. “Hold on! Let me change my clothes!” you said.

You finally settled for a white short sleeved, a mom jeans, and a white sneakers to complete the fashion. You brought your laptop and longchamp bag that filled with books with you before you made your way out of your room.

“Well, let’s go!

You had fun really. With Namjoon’s help, you felt your uneasiness was relieved by a lot. He was a lot nicer than you actually thought at first. He made the subject seems easy really. And you were more than thankful for his help, because you were sure without his help, your essay would be nowhere. As your thank you, his beverage was your treat, despite him insisting on paying. 

You both laughed at he fact how it’s been 4 years, yet you only got close now. You really blamed yourself on being too scared to approach him.

“Well, to my defense, you always seem busy, the first two years, you were busy with university and your organizations, and then the next, you were busy with searching for a job, and I guess, it’s only know I finally get to know about you!” you defended yourself.

Namjoon playfully raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure it’s only about that?” he teased.

You laughed. Clearly he caught you there. “Well, I admit that you intimidated me! But who wouldn’t? Literally everyone in my year is scared of you, and of course, I can’t help but feel the same” You said while pouting.

“I really don’t get why they’re scared of me! I’m a nice man!” Namjoon whined.

“Well, you are this attractive man with one hell of a sexy brain and lots of achievements, and every professor talk about you at least once in every lesson… boy, don’t be surprised” you said before you took a sip of your drink.

Namjoon suddenly made a teasing face at you, like as if something you said had intrigued him a lot. “What? Something on my face?” you asked, hand reaching for your face, feeling somewhat self conscious.

“No no, but you said I’m an attractive man with a sexy brain” Namjoon said while chuckling.

Your breathe got caught, and you almost choked. You really got to stop talking beyond what your brain can handle, because that is clearly out of the line.

“Oh don’t worry, many had told me about that before” he said in a playful tone with a smirk on his face.

You can’t help but rolled your eyes. “Oh sure you had, the constant noise in our house proves that” you retorted back.

That evening, you both chat with each other as he helped you, getting to know each other better. And maybe… he isn’t as bad as what people told you. No, he’s definitely not like what those people said.

It wasn’t until as you went home that you chatted your friend about your day.

from y/n: Holy shit, but I think I just have a good day after so many bad days? from y/n: he’s not so bad…

Monday finally comes around. You can’t help but groan, as you have to go to the campus again. You were low-key wishing that you would break a bone so you wouldn’t have to go. But of course that didn’t happen, because as much as you wish for so, break a bone would hurt so bad, and hospital bill is expensive, and you wouldn’t risk foods for broken bones.

And just like you expected, it was a long day. You were chatting with your friends at the cafeteria. You would chat outside if it wasn’t for the heat. But even inside, you could feel you’re about to break into sweats, proven by how you and your friends keep fanning to yourself.

The conversation about Namjoon surprisingly doesn’t come up. You were pretty surprised as it was your friend here that you were talking about. But you didn’t prey on it. But for some reason, that’s all you wanna talk about. You want to gush about him, about your day, and yet you feel like you can’t. And you don’t even know why.

Until suddenly a sight caught your attention. It was Namjoon walking towards the entrance of your cafeteria. You were genuinely confused of Namjoon’s sudden appearance here. But seems like your excitement outweighs your logic as you found yourself leaping out of the seat, and running towards him, earning a few yells of questions from your friends.

You greeted him excitedly. “Hi Namjoon!” you called. And you felt it. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, dead in their tracks. And you feel yourself suddenly froze in your own place. Your eyes were about to close in shame as you see Namjoon scratching the back of his neck. Uh oh, did you make him uncomfortable?

And then you remember the reputation he held. God… to anyone’s sight, it’s like you were greeting the beast asking for death. His nice side, you only recovered it like two days ago. He probably doesn’t want so many people to find out, and now that you greeted him excitedly like some teenager in love, people going to talk about it for perhaps days, or even years, and now your peaceful university days without drama will be tarnished, just like that. And you mentally slapped yourself.

Your friend quietly bowed to him before she dragged you back to your seat. And you swore you almost cried in embarrassment. But you were a big girl, you wouldn’t cry in a public place like this.

Your embarrassment reached its peak, as a woman suddenly approached Namjoon who had sit in a seat in front of you and your friends. They look like they were closed with each other. Well judging by the fond smile they shared with each other, it seems like they were close. The woman was rather beautiful. God, you were wondering even if you ever seen her in any magazines, but you don’t remember. It looks like she stepped freshly out of a runway or a manga. And you can see some people in the cafeteria eyeing her. She clearly knows how to flaunt her beauty in the perfect places.

Your friends were asking you about what the hell was that whole fiasco about. And yet you can’t focus on it. Your focus remained on the sight before you and the strange burning sensation in your chest. You can see them giggling with each other. And it seems like your friend caught that, and so she shoved a sandwich into your mouth.

“Now that I think about it, you texted me about him… right?” you friend asked, caught your attention. 

And for some reason, you don’t want to admit that. “Nope, you saw that wrong probably” you said.

Your other friend’s curiosity peaked in. “Oh! what did she say?” she asked while giggling.

“Oh no! Minhyuk I swear if you tell her-“

“Honey, I won’t tell her” Minhyuk said, with something that sounds like evilness glazing his words. He suddenly leaned into you. “I will show her” he said right into your ear, before moving to sit next to your friend, Seulgi, to show the text to her.

You didn’t just moved, you flew from your seat, reaching for his phone, hoping Seulgi hadn’t read any about it . “Oh no! You better come back before I kick your ass!” you whined to Minhyuk, as he kept shoving you off of him. But really, he overpowered you, and there’s nothing you can’t do except huffing in your seat, expecting a blow of teasing from both of your friends.

“Ooh~! Someone has a crush!” Seulgi teased as she finished reading the text. Your eyes widened. “Who said it was a crush?! I’m not a middle schooler!” You groaned.

Both of your friends chuckled at that, as if sensing lies in your words. “I bet you were actually dying to talk about him” Minhyuk said. You scoffed quickly, and you felt like it was too quick. “I bet you were dying to talk about him, but I really got to applaud you for having so much self restraint” he said followed by a laugh.

Seulgi laughed at his remark. “Well, clearly she lost it there for a moment” she said referring to the earlier incident. You felt your blood rush to your cheek, as you feel another wave of embarrassment at the memory of it. 

And then you saw it. Namjoon and the girl got up from the seat. You saw her slipped her hand into his easily. And he didn’t complain nor look uncomfortable. You tilt your head in confusion really. Did Namjoon has a llover all this time?

And for a moment you were panicking, because what if he heard the conversation? What if his girlfriend heard it?. And just like that, you were dreading to go home, and basically curse in your head at the fact you just have one last lesson of the day before you can finally go home. It was funny considering you were ecstatic about going home early this morning, but now, you just feel like moving to another country.

And finally, the time that you dreaded come. You internally groaned at yourself. Neither of your friends had finish lesson. And it means you have to go home, alone. You would wait for them, but you didn’t want to wait for another four hours. You’re not a big fan of staying in the campus for so late.

And now here you were, walking down the street that you know very well is the way to the place you called home. Well, the place you currently rather dread to go to. And so you took a detour, to the library near your apartment. 

The only reason you went to the library was, you need somewhere silent and serene. You were desperate to take some naps without having to be confronted. Not that Namjoon will scold you for taking nap. But at the moment, library is the only plausible place to do that. And beside, after you woke up, you could maybe finish your essay with the help of the books in there.

You took a seat at the very back of the library. It was almost hidden by the high shelves. It was perfect for people who doesn’t want to be found or disturbed. You randomly picked a book as your disguise. You placed your things on the table, next to your head, that you rested on the table, with your hands as a makeshift pillow.

After finally what you felt like hours, you finally woke up. Feeling a little bit more refreshed now that you’ve napped. You stretched your arms out, feeling the blood had flow again. You reach for your phone to check the time out. And it seems like you’ve slept for two hours more or less. You got up from your seat to return the book you took before, as you took the book you really need for your essay, and return to your seat.

It’s like the nap was the best nap you ever took as you found yourself easily doing your essay, your thoughts flow easily. And you felt like a champ in that moment, just for simply doing your essay.

Time flies so fast when you’ve focused on something. Because as your eyes took a slight glance to the clock on your laptop, it was already late, almost 9pm. The grumble in your stomach proven just that. Hours of brainstorming really took a toll on you and your now drained energy. So you packed up your things and head back home.

And the thought of the confrontation you oh so feared of really flew passed your head.

You quietly entered the passcode to your apartment, carefully stepping in, tiptoeing even. The house was quite, and you suspect that Namjoon is either out or sleeping. But judging by the man shoes that were placed next to yours, it seems like Namjoon was here.

The lights in the living room was on, revealing Namjoon who was sitting on the couch, with what look like pizza on the coffee table, and honestly, if you weren’t feeling awkward, you would totally snatch one. He was scrolling through his phone when the sound of your arrival was heard. He put down his phone on the table and sit straighter.

“Hey, why were you so late?” he asked, curiosity peeking in. His voice stopped you in your track. You were like a deer that caught in a headlight, or at least, that’s what it seems to you.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Uh, I was doing my essay?” you said. And you hoped to god that it was convincing.

“…where?” he asked. You were really wondering why he was asking so many questions when usually he will let whatever your excuses go, because really, usually neither of you care enough about each other to dive in deeper.

“The library near our apartment?” you said, your head tilted a little bit. Honestly, you were flustered at the amount of attention he had on you. Maybe because there’s only the two of you in the house at the moment?

He suddenly got up from his seat, walking towards you. And you can hear yourself screaming ‘Oh no!’ inside your head as he towering over you. “I-I’m sorry” he said, eyes staring at his feet, or your feet, you weren't sure.

“Uh… what for?” you asked. Because honestly, the incident earlier doesn’t quite come to your mind for some reason.

“I probably embarrassed you earlier” he said. “I’m sorry, I'm just… surprised” he added.

And the incident finally came to your mind. The memory of it makes you hoping that the earth would open a hole just to swallow you whole. “Ah… It’s okay, don’t worry about it, I should be the one that apologize, you were probably got scared off” you said, mumbling the last sentence, followed by a light chuckle. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, I should’ve greeted you back but I just stayed silent like a fool, and you were probably got embarrassed, because if I were you, I would too, and I would probably feel like a fo-“

“Namjoon” you cut him off, not wanting to hear him blaming himself over nothing.

He finally closed his mouth and looked at you. Eyes wide opened. “Yeah?” he asked.

“It’s nothing, don’t blame yourself over it, but if you really want to apologize, I’ll be more than thankful if you offer me that pizza” you said, nodding at the direction where the pizza at.

“Pizza? Ah… that pizza, please have some!” he offered.

You mentally do a victory dance. You walked towards the couch, putting your bag on the carpet and your laptop on the table before you took a slice of the pizza. It’s far from healthy, but as soon as you took a bite, it’s like angel had come upon you and take you to the heaven. You quietly hum in contentment. 

“Have you ate dinner?” Namjoon asked as he took a seat beside you, at the other end of the couch. 

“I’m eating it right now!” you said, barely audible as you were munching on your second slice of pizza. “And I’m really hungry, so I hope you don’t mind if I finish this heavenly pizza” you continued after you swallowed.

“Of course not, please have it, I’m rather concerned at the fact you forego your dinner, because pizza is not a dinner y/n” he said in as a matter of fact tone, making you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Oh! By the way, I didn’t know you have a girlfriend?” you asked. You really didn’t mean to prey on his private life, but your curiosity got the best of you.

“Girlfriend?” he asked back in confusion.

Now you were flustered. Then who the heck was that?. “Uh the girl you were with? At the cafeteria?” you asked, as you took another slice, not wanting to show whatever it is that you tried to hide in your voice.

“Ah… she was my cousin! She’s a student there too, I think she’s 2 years below you? Or at least that’s what I remember” He said followed by a shrug. “But why were you curious?” He suddenly asked, eyes intensely staring at you, making you almost choked on your pizza.

“Don’t get me wrong mister! My friends are curious too to my defense!” You said after you swallow your pizza. And now that you mentioned your friend, you remember about your conversation, and how you so hope that Namjoon didn’t hear any of it.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asked, a playful smirk on his face. God, you really wish upon the earth to just swallow you whole in that moment.

“What were you doing anyway at my campus?” you asked, averting the focus, well, that’s what you were trying to. 

“Taking this certificate that I got from doing competition” he answered nonchalantly.

Before he can switch the focus again, you abruptly got up from the couch, taking your belonging with you. “It’s late! I’m going to sleep!” You announced as you quickly walk towards your room. Not without Namjoon hot on your tail screaming, “Were you jealous?”

A few days had passed. Everyone in the group chat were having fun announcing they had finished their essay. And yet, you were still stuck with a chapter left. And that makes you can’t enjoy the fun. But what was worse was the anxiety that starts bubbling up at the fact that among your friends, you were the only one that hasn’t finished the essay.

You were honestly exhausted. Your brain can't be forced to be productive that day for some reason. You were extremely feeling exhausted. No matter how long you’ve been staring at the screen of your laptop, nothing comes to your mind what to type next. Even after reading some books for reference, you couldn’t focus on more than two sentences. 

Tears of frustration were brimming in your eyes. You just really wanted to finish the goddamn essay. And you felt like you were failing, once again. You’ve been sitting on the same spot for hours, you can feel your butt is hot, legs are stiff and so does your neck. 

A knock on the door doesn’t even shook you from your concentration on nothing at all. Whoever saw you at the moment would’ve thought you were just an empty shell of a human without soul.

A gentle and concerned voice however woke you from your trance, made your head shot at whoever was there.

“Are you okay? You haven't been out of the room for hours now” Namjoon said, concern was lacing his voice and face. He apparently had let himself in after getting no response from you. “You haven’t eat any meals, y/n” he added.

You just shook your head. “I’ll eat it once I finish” you said shortly.

He sighed as he walked towards you. His figure towering over you. Truth be told, you were a little bit intimidated under his stare. You looked up at him. Eyes questioning him. “What?” you asked.

His eyes stare right onto yours. “That essay won’t be finished by itself if you can’t think y/n” he said nonchalantly. You groaned in response, knowing that very well. “Eat, being hungry makes your brain stop working” he said in a commanding tone.

“Well sir, first of all, you’re not-“

Your words were being cut by him grabbing a hold of your hand. You were confused at his action of seemingly dragging you from your seat by his grab.

“Namjoon? What are you doing?” you asked, as you helplessly follow him seeing how he is much stronger than you. You knew he’s working out these days. And this moment remind you of how much you need to work out.

“Well miss, we are going to feed your poor stomach some food because apparently the owner is misbehaving” he teased.

You groaned again at him, head shaking at his antic. “Come on! I’m not five!” You whined at him.

He chuckled like as if a kid was sputtering nonsense at him and he was just playing along. “Well, you acted like one” he said. “Let’s go, wear your shoes because I’m taking you out, my treat!”

You really do end up having a great time thanks to him. Despite you whined at your lack of effort on dressing up, that he said was fine.

“You know what? Dress up or not, you are still pretty to me” he said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his coke. 

And oh god you swore on your life you almost choked on your milkshake. He really said that without a care like as if it wasn’t just made you a blushing mess.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he handed you a tissue.

You take the tissue from his hand, cleaning the little mess you made as you shook your head. “Yep! Totally! Like as if you weren’t just casually call me pretty!” You said.

Suddenly a ruffle on your head stop you in your track. Namjoon leaned closer to you before whispering in your ear, “were you shy?” 

You hit his arm, playfully so he knows you weren’t some violent maniac. “I bet you are good at bars!” You said.

“Well, I clearly am” he said, hinting at the incident that happened before, before he winked at you.

You gave him a stare before you shook your head in disbelief. What a character you thought.

After some nice meals that he paid for, you both head back home. Your tummy felt rather nice after being starved for so long and then being fed with delicious meals that you countlessly thanked Namjoon for.

You both had a little chit chat here and there as you walk. He promised to help you with your essay till you finish it. Despite your protests because you know he was searching for a job and he must be busy as well, but he insists. That way, he can help you on balancing your campus life and your part time to pay your rent and your foods.

And just like he promised, he helped you on your essay. And remind you to take some breaks in between, not wanting to push you so hard to your breaking points. He had been there before, knowing how hard it must be for you.

One study session later though. It was a particular day for you. You didn’t have any class. So you spent it on your essay. Working on it in the living room. You woke up early that day, believing that if you do it early, you might finish it before the day ends.

Namjoon who was just woke up and was walking out from his room was pleasantly surprised at the sight of you, your glasses at the tip of your nose, and you sliding it up once in a while. Your eyes focused at the task before you. He watched you from his place, and yet you haven’t noticed his presence. He quietly smiled to himself, fond of the sight of you.

He finally decide to move from his hiding place and walked towards the kitchen, greeting you as he walked passed by. “Good morning, y/n” he said.

You looked up from your laptop for a second, sending him a soft smile, and a quiet “morning!”

He sat on the carpet next to you after his trip to the kitchen, eyes reading the words on your laptop. He silently slide a bowl of cereal to you. You looked at him. The close proximity caught you off guard, and you had the urge to kiss his cheek but that would totally freaked him out so you decide to give him a fond smile and a thank you his way.

He smiled back, despite still having his eyes on the screen of your laptop. “I’m gonna take a shower and then I’ll help you with it” he said as he stood up from his place to go to the bathroom.

After some time, he freshly out of the shower, was walking back towards you. You really felt like a steamed potato next to him now that he looks so fresh and smelled so good, but when you’re focused, you couldn’t bother yourself to do anything but that.

“How are you doing?” He asked, eyes focused on your figure. 

“Well, I’m almost finished! Thanks to you!” You said, you gave him a quick smile, before you avert your focus back to your laptop.

He sat beside you again, just like he did before. “Well finish it, and if I think you did well, you’ll get a reward” he said.

You stopped typing. Your head turned to him. “A reward?” You asked.

He nodded cutely. And you thank god you were able to hold yourself back from kissing him. “Yes, a reward, would you like that?” He asked.

You chuckled. “Well, that’s up to on what the reward is?” You said.

“Well, I hope whatever the reward is, you would like it” he said almost shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

You chuckled at his behaviour. “Well Kim Namjoon, I like any kind of reward as long as it’s a good thing” you said, giving him a wink before you focus back on your essay.

An hour passed. And you finally finished it. You let out a relief sigh. After weeks of doing it, you finally finished it and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself.

“I finished it!” You exclaimed. Giving Namjoon a slight hug as your excitement got the best of you. Namjoon chuckled, seeing you were so happy give him a burst of energy.

“Okay, I’ll check it, see if you did well and you might get a reward” he said as he took your laptop into his lap.

He carefully read it, words by words. And you worried he might finish by tomorrow looking at how many the pages there are. But thankfully, he only read start from the pages that he hadn’t read before on your study sessions.

After like half an hour had passed, he put the laptop back on the table. You nervously anticipate his critics and reviews on your essay. You felt like his opinion matter so much to you, but then again, he is the student that every professor likes, of course it matters.

“So how is it?” You asked, fingers fidgeting. 

Namjoon stares into you. His expression was unreadable, making you even more anxious. “Close your eyes” he said.

Your expression changed into confusion. “What? Why?” You asked.

“Well, you would only know if you did well if you close your eyes” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

You were confused. But somehow, he convinced you into doing so. And beside, you would do anything to hear his opinion by now. And so you closed your eyes.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. And you almost opened your eyes again, if it wasn’t for Namjoon told you to close your eyes still or else he will just walk away.

“Namjoon would you plea-“

Your words were cut off. Let me correct that. Your words were cut off by another pair of lips that placed a gentle kiss on yours. To say you were surprised was an understatement. But it didn’t take you long to kiss the man before you back.

You placed your arms around his neck as you reciprocate his action. He deepened the kiss even more, as his hands traveled from your cheeks to your waists, pulling you even closer. He finally brought you onto his lap, and so now you sat on his lap, as your legs were around his waist.

You both pulled away as your lungs felt like it will burst if you hadn’t. You both gasps for breath. Smile was painting both of your faces. Your forehead was touching, and your eyes were still closed.

“Was that my reward?” You asked as you slowly opened your eyes, looking at his that has opened.

He gave you another peck on the lips, earning a giggle from you. “Well, I thought about taking you on a date, but I’m just so proud of my girl” he said.

You blushed at him calling you his. And you certainly let a little giggle escape from you. Happiness fill your chest. “Am I your girl now?” You asked, eyebrow raising.

“Well, if you want to” he shrugged.

You chuckled again at his words. “We literally just made out here Namjoon, I’m sitting on your lap for god sake!” You said. “But, take me on a date and I’ll consider it” you said teasingly.

“Well, go take a shower and dress up because I’ll take you to the best date of your life” he said before he gave you another peck.

It was your graduation day. Namjoon witness everything. From how excited you were that day when you woke up in his arms, basically shaking his body to woke him up to tell him how today is finally the day you graduate. To turn the excitement to nervousness as you did your hair and makeup, feeling how real it is now.

He had to hold you from time to time, reminding you that he was there, with you, and for you. And what matter most is you, his baby, is graduating today! And he was so proud of you. And truth be told, Namjoon loving this moment.

He was by your side in your every step that day. From helping you to wore the dress with pastel colour that you bought specifically for this day to the academic dress that you wore over it. He let you held onto him as you got into your heels

He felt a sense of pride seeing you in it. He swore he felt tears in his eyes seeing you, beautiful from head to toe, making him all proud.

He can’t help but pull you into his warm chest before you both leave. His chin resting on top of your head. You silently enjoying the hug you were in, his presence bring comfort into you.

“Baby” he called. “I’m so proud of you”

You smiled against his chest. You let go of the hug to look him in the eyes. “Thank you so much, if it wasn’t you who helped me, I wouldn’t be able to do it” you said, sincerity pouring from your heart.

He ruffle your hair gently, not wanting to ruin it. He kissed the tip of your nose. “Oh no, you would still be able to do it with or without my help, my opinion into it however makes your seeing in your work more clearer, you are smart y/n, your intelligence is one of the thing I love about you” he said, voice almost barely audible if it wasn’t for the close proximity.

You playfully hit his chest. “Now this is ridiculous coming from someone who’s beyond smart!” You giggled. “Thank you for the compliments anyway!”

He looked into your eyes. “God, I love you” he said with all sincerity. His eyes soft and gentle.

Your heart melted. You gave him a soft smile. Your heart was melting and soaring at his declaration. “I love you too baby”

It was at the hall of the campus. Everyone were celebrating with their loved ones. Taking pictures of the day that will certainly will be engraved in their mind forever. You smiled at the happiness that seem to surround you. 

You took pictures with your best friends, Minhyuk and Seulgi, that had helped  and will always help you to go through so many ups and downs. Promise of always staying in contact were made.

You took pictures with your parents. Without them, you won’t be here probably. The proudness in their faces make your hardships feel worth if. After all, your parents’ proudness means so much to you. You hugged them both, promise to make them even prouder in the future.

You took pictures with Namjoon. Without whom you probably won’t finish your essay. You looked at his side profile before reaching in to kiss his cheek. His eyes stared right into yours, fill with love. You hugged him and promise to give him the love and support he deserves.

You were so happy you have all these people in your life.

After the ceremony ended, you all decide to part ways as your parents had to go back to their offices. Your friends had decide to spent it with their partners. And that left you with Namjoon. Not that you were complaining. 

You really can’t keep your hands all to yourself. How could you when you are just so over the moon. And Namjoon can’t help but beam too. He swore he was almost happier than he was during his own graduation. Your happiness was radiating to him.

And now that leads you to this moment. He was kissing you with so much passion, you felt like he really took your soul to another dimension. His hands all over you, can’t seemingly keep his hands to himself either. You both pull away to catch some breathes.

“God y/n, I wish I can show you just how much I love you” he said. 

“Well, nothing stopping you, we have the time all to ourselves” you whispered into his ear, making his hold on your body tightened. You whimpered at him, making him groaned.

“Well baby, let me just act it out how much I love you” he growled into your ear, earning a giggle from you.

And now there you both, in bed, all sweaty and out of breath, chest rising and falling, hearts full with nothing but love. You who were laying beside him, moved closer to lay your head on his naked chest, hearing how his heart beats loudly. Your arms were around him. Eyes closing, enjoying this very moment. 

Namjoon’s hand reaching for the loose strands of hair around your face. He gently and carefully play with your hair, and then hug you tighter into him. The feeling of your body on him, your presence beside him, makes him feel so alive, heart is so full of love, it almost hurts.

“Y/n?” He called.

You hummed in response, not really having the energy to give him a proper response.

He felt like choking up out of sudden. His emotions overwhelming him. Feeling him tensing up under you, you immediately look at him, giving him your full undivided attention.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked, concern blanketing your very being.

He shook his head as a smile made its way into his face. But he can’t help the tear that escaped from his eyes. “It’s just... I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you” he said, smiles so bright you were sure the sun was jealous.

You can’t help but smiled. If your heart was full of love, imagine how much it overflows with love now. You were literally so in love it almost hurts. “I love you too Namjoon, very” you whispered, as if trying to whisper it to his very soul.

He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

“And I’m so lucky to have you”

Thanks to 

I would like to dedicate this page into showing my infinite gratitude to the people who had helped me completed and finished this essay, and had helped me to overcome the thick and thin, the ups and downs, of my university days. To you who I’m thankful for, to you who I’m always grateful for.

(1) To Professor Kim who had spared his time to oversee this essay and guided me along the way

(2) To my parents who had my back and support and love me unconditionally, my constant motivation in life, and whose support without I would be nothing

(3) My dear friends, who I always glad to have, to have my back, helped me through so many ups and downs, to cheer me up, and to be the people that always there for me

(4) And last but not least, to my love, Kim Namjoon, whose love, support, and help without, I wouldn’t be able to go through this, thank you for being there for me when I’m in the verge of giving up, because of your unconditional love and support, I’m here, your constant gentle rub on my back as you whispered sweet motivations into my ears will always be in my mind and my heart.

Sincerely,

Y/n.

[langdvnshepherd]

Okay hear me out. Sugar daddy!Duncan finding out he’s going to become dad!Duncan

OKAY THIS IS A DYNAMIC THAT I THINK IS VERY CUTE AND INTERESTING LET US EXPLORE

     First and foremost, I think Duncan would go through a mini-mental breakdown if he found out he was going to be a dad. Duncan, in my mind, has never had a proper parental figure in his life, so he has no fucking clue how he’s going to pull off having a kid of his own. I also think it’s canon that Duncan has always believed money and power gets him what he wants, which is why he sticks to being a sugar daddy versus being in an actual relationship with someone. When something permanent like a child comes into his life, it scares him because no amount of money can prepare him to raise a baby with someone he isn’t even technically dating.

     Just to play off the friends to lovers trope (I get that you’re not exactly friends but you’re not exactly lovers either so bear with me), Duncan would absolutely insist that you move into his apartment with him during your pregnancy. He’d want to make sure that he’s doing everything he can to help and keep you and his unborn fetus out of harm’s way. You’d have your own en suite and living area, because your relationship wasn’t far enough along to share a bedroom (you’re used to fucking each other senseless and leaving with a couple grand, not pillow talk and morning breath). He’d definitely give you your space but make sure you knew he was there if you needed him. 

     You’d try to leave him alone as well and keep your presence to a minimum, feeling like a burden in Duncan’s advanced, successful career. But it wouldn’t stop him from hearing you puking your guts up at 6am when he’s getting ready for work. He’d peek into your bathroom to make sure you were okay, gentling petting your back and tucking your hair back because he wasn’t sure what else to do. 

     There was also that one time where you were incredibly horny and felt too embarrassed to ask Duncan to fuck you so you just got yourself off instead. He definitely heard the muffled whimpers you were letting out into your pillow, he’s got ears like a hawk when it comes to the sounds you make. He decided to give you a hand (LITERALLY LMAOO), cracking your bedroom to see your cheeks flushed bright red and beads of sweat making your skin sparkle under the glow of your bedside lamp. He was hard before he even reached for the doorknob with his long, calloused fingers, but seeing you splayed out on the bed looking like a literal angel was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.“What are you doing in here all alone, kitten? Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean Daddy can’t still fuck your brains out.”

     It would definitely be weird to both of you seeing each other in such a domestic way like making coffee in the morning or watching tv in sweatpants, but it’s what makes Duncan realize he LIKES! YOU! A! LOT! and that there’s a reason why he wanted to take such good care of you during your pregnancy. 

     By the end of your pregnancy, you’ve most definitely abandoned your room and sleep with Duncan every night. You’re together officially and are both excited to welcome a new life into your rapidly evolving relationship!!

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     That was fun I hope you likey likey pls send more dad!asks I am dying thanks

[btsanonwriting]

BTS Scenario 8 - Caring for their S/O who is suffering from bad mental health.

Warnings! - May be triggering to some. Talks of self harm, insomnia, slight eating disorder and depression. 

Jin

You had struggled mentally for a while you could feel yourself falling back into your old ways. You were trying your best to hide from the world and your own mind if you could. Things had been going good for you and Jin and it scared you. You hated being “too happy” afraid of things going wrong. Whenever you felt yourself happy for too long, you’d wait on something going wrong knowing your happiness never lasted. Jin could see you closing yourself off to him and everyone else around you choosing to hide away in the bedroom, saying you weren’t feeling well when invited to watch him practice. He was determined to make you feel good again. All he wanted was to bring the smile back on your face. He had managed to convince you to take a long shower knowing you’d feel a little better and more refreshed. You and Jin were big kids at heart and were constantly playing around and doing things you’d totally expect a group of 5-year olds to do but neither of you would change anything about each other. Not a single thing. You got out the showering noticing Jin had set aside your favourite PJ’s for you to change into. You stepped back into the bedroom to the lights dimmed and what you can only describe as a pillow fort built around the bed. He had tied extra sheets up against the wardrobes so the bed was surrounded by blankets and pillows and cushions piled high on the bed with so many of your favourite snacks lay out. “I thought we could have a movie night. My schedule is cleared and I’m all yours.” He grinned back at you while throwing some popcorn into your direction. All you could do was smile back at him. He really knew how to make you feel better.

Yoongi

Yoongi knew that if he tried to talk to you about how you were feeling that it would either end in an argument or you’d try convince him that everything was fine. He knew you better than you knew yourself he knew every sign to look for when you were falling backwards again. He knew when the smile on your face was a false one, your eyes didn’t light up the same. He knew you were feeling down when you’d sit in a room full of people you are friends with and be silent. He knew your face wasn’t just wet because you had just come out the shower he could see by how red and puffy your eyes were that you’d been using the running water to hide the sound of your sobs. He knew that sometimes you didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to admit how you felt because it would make everything more real. He saw your red puffy eyes as you gave him one of your mastered false smiles that everyone else seemed to fall for but not him. Never him. He pulled you towards him not caring that your hair was still damp wrapping his arms tightly round you. Burying your face into the crook of his neck. You felt safe in his arms. You didn’t feel so alone. “It’s all gonna be okay.” He squeezed you a little tighter as he mumbled the words to you softly hiding his own face in your hair. He rubbed your back gently as your walls finally began to break down as well as you. You fell to your knees the tears finally flowing openly. He fell to the floor along-side you pulling you into him holding you tighter than ever letting you know that no matter what he was by your side.

HoseoK

Watching you fall a part was something Hoseok hated to see. He’d tear his heart out of his chest and give you it if it would make you feel better. He would literally do anything to make you feel yourself again. He was watching you slowly but surely fall back into yourself. You were always the light in the room and he had watched the light slowly dim and begin to go out. His heart was breaking watching the dark cloud follow you around. You deserved the world and he would do everything in his power to make sure you got it. When he walked in to find you sat on the floor in the kitchen tears streaming down your face your hands clenched into tight fists blood slowly trickling down your thighs, he knew he couldn’t stand back and watch any longer. You hadn’t noticed him enter as he wrapped his arms round you helping you to your feet your legs trembling. He guided you to the bathroom helping you undress before settling you in the bathtub the warm water soothing your skin but stinging the scratches that now tainted your skin. “Shh it’s okay baby. Let’s get you cleaned up hmm.” Hoseok spoke softly running his hand over your hair trying his best to calm you down.

Namjoon

You were there for him no matter what. By his side through the good and the bad and he was determined to be there for you. He held you tight as you cried yourself to sleep letting you know he will always be there if you need him. You didn’t like opening up about your negative feelings. He had everything he ever wanted and you didn’t want to dampen his good spirit with feelings you couldn’t even explain yourself. You had just as much to be happy about as he did so why did you feel so down? If you disappeared you knew some people would miss you but they’d also get over it. Namjoon squeezed your hand tight like he could read your mind. Whenever these thoughts seemed to cross your mind it was like he knew and he was by your side in an instant reminding you that if you ever went anywhere he would be lost without you. “Don’t worry about it. I promise this will help. I will be by your side throughout it all. I won’t ever leave you. I promise.” Namjoon gave you a shy smile while holding your hand in his as you sat in the waiting room. He had convinced you that speaking to a therapist might help.

Jimin

He didn’t know what to do at first. He had seen your moods come and go and he always knew when things were getting bad again. You did your best to hide your breakdowns from him but he knew you had them you couldn’t hide much from him. He knew things were getting bad as you stopped looking after yourself as much as you used to. He’d watch as you’d pull your hair into a messy bun and avoid looking in the mirror at all costs, how some days you’d skip showering and just sleep all day or not sleep at all. He watched as you’d slowly move the food around on your plate rather than eat it or just skip meals all together. He smiled at you giving you a kiss as he pulled you to your feet out of bed. “Shower is running get your little butt in there and meet me in the kitchen.” He gave you a peck on the lips before disappearing before you even had the chance to give him an excuse like you were too tired, not feeling well or had other plans even though you didn’t. You got yourself ready and met with Jimin in the kitchen as he was beginning to fill a bag with sandwiches and other snacks. “What’s all this?” You quizzed as you watched him go over the contents of the bag making sure he had everything he wanted. “We are going on a picnic.” He grinned taking your hand and guiding you out the kitchen as you began to protest about not feeling up to going anywhere. Your protest was short lived as he pulled you into the other room to find the living area set up for a picnic. Blankets gathered together on the floor paper plates set out and the other members grinning back at you. “I know you don’t feel up for going out just yet but I’m not letting you go back to that dark place.” He spoke softly into your ear for only you to hear letting go of your hand and pushing you forward gently to take a seat.  

Taehyung

Tae was away on tour when you felt yourself getting bad again. You finally thought you were in control of your mental health things were going so well and it had been slowly creeping back up on you. You weren’t sleeping at all. Insomnia had hit you like a ton of bricks but on the plus side it made it much easier to talk to Taehyung. Time difference not really affecting your relationship as much as it normally did considering you were awake any way when he tried calling. You answered the video call within seconds of it ringing wanting nothing more than to see his face to hopefully make you feel that bit better again. “You look tired.” Was his opening line as you rubbed your eyes giving him a weak smile. “It’s 3am what do you expect?” You grinned back hoping he wouldn’t see through your smile. You were happy when he chuckled at you and started telling you all about his day. It was so much easier to hide behind a smile when he was on the other side of the world. Or so you thought.  You were wrapped in blankets on the couch the tv playing in the background just to kill out the silence when you heard the door creak open. You sat up not wanting to move out of fear not knowing who was in your home. Your fear was short lived when you heard your name being called. Within seconds you were on your feet running towards him wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down to give you a kiss. “I can’t be away knowing you’re struggling.” He sighed as you released him from you grip his hands cupping your cheeks running his thumb over your soft skin. “I’m not leaving until I know for certain you are well.” He hugged you tight allowing you to finally feel safe in his arms again. 

Jungkook

You didn’t like crying in front of Jungkook. He knew you as a strong person and you didn’t want him to see the weak side of you. He was your everything and you wanted to be strong for him always. He could see that the look in your eyes had changed, you were quieter than normal. Your fight for life just wasn’t there. You were always the one suggesting new things to do and the first to get stuck into something new. He was watching you turn into someone he knew you weren’t and he didn’t know what to do to stop it. He tried speaking to you about it but you’d just brush it off and tell him you had just been tired. He tried getting the other members to speak to you but nothing anyone said seemed to make a difference. Your walls weren’t coming down you just kept on building the bricks higher and higher trying your best to not let anyone in. Whenever you felt yourself getting bad again you tried your best to push away the people closest to you not wanting to let anyone see how fragile you were. You couldn’t hide it from Jungkook though. He was your everything and no matter how hard you tried to push him away he was always there. You had been skipping meals not really feeling hungry your appetite fading along with your happiness.  Jungkook had been bringing you small meals and your favourite snacks and not leaving until you had eaten some. He was really doing his absolute best to make sure you were cared for. He had had enough of push him away and deny your feelings, he was going to make you better even if it meant making you worse first. He had asked you how you were 3 times already but still he insisted on asking you again, and again. You couldn’t take it anymore you finally took his bait and bit back leading to a screaming match to begin neither of you backing down both too stubborn for your own good. Finally your walls began to shatter and the tears started to roll down your cheeks as you screamed at him. “Keep going. You need to let it out. Tell me how much you hate me if it will make you feel better.” He lowered his voice finally as he saw you begin to cry. It was killing him inside to be shouting at you but he knew he needed to break your walls down. You needed to let it out.

Author note

So urm yeah been feeling pretty shitty mental health wise lately so urm yeah this happened :/ Hope you guys like it! Currently have so many half written scenarios and one shots I promise I will get them up as soon as they’re finsihed. 

As always requests open!! 

[j-j-ehlby-writes]

Meet Me at the Chalet || day three.

Eventual pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jenessee Borosi)

Word count: ~3.1k

Summary (I suck at these): Jenessee goes on a solo vacation after the release of her first novel. She got a little more than she bargained for when she gets snowed in with her biggest celebrity crush.

Warnings: So much freaking fluff, swearing but blink and you’ll miss it, depressing thoughts (THIS chapter), mental breakdown (THIS chapter), Tom being Tom

A/N: This chapter contains very personal experiences for me. I wanted the main character to be flawed (because we all are), and the only thing I could write about that would be authentic was something that I’ve gone through myself. If you have troubles with mental breakdowns and depressive thoughts, either proceed with caution or skip this chapter all together.

night one. || day one. || day two. || day three. || day four. ||

“Good morning, darling.” He greeted once he heard me enter the room. “Did you sleep well?” He finally looked up to take in my appearance. I fully expected him to flinch. There must be dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, my hair must be a mess from running my fingers through it in frustration when I couldn’t find the word I was looking for, my clothes wrinkled from the constant position changed they endured through the night- in other words, I look like a wreck. But he didn’t seem to notice or care. He still watched me, waiting for me to answer.

“I actually haven’t been to sleep yet.” I dragged my fuzzy sock clad feet over to where he was standing getting a delicious whiff of the pig fat that was frying in the pan.

He slipped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his body. “Oh yeah? Were you writing?” I nodded, leaning into him welcoming the warmth it brought me. I lazily wrapped my arms around his narrow waist, surprising myself by how natural this all feels. This physical contact is new to whatever this is we have going on here, but I like it. I like having his strong arm around me, keeping me close to him like he actually wants me there. I tucked comfortable under his arm as he draped it over my shoulder. I would have buried my face in his neck but I didn’t want to push it. “Well then, let’s get your beautiful brain some food before you go back on up to bed.” He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before he returned his attention to the stove. He watched me consume the three strips he gave me before escorting me back up to my room. He cleared off my bed before tucking me in. I was out before he shut my door.

By the time I woke up, my room was pitch black. I found Tom downstairs reading on the couch. “Why did you let me sleep so long?” I questioned as I plopped down on the opposite end. “Now I won’t sleep tonight.”

“Because, darling, you were exhausted and you deserved to rest.” He set his book down next to him before standing up. “Shall I make you some dinner? I’m having a real hankering for some grilled cheese.” The cheesy (pun-intended) smile he plastered on his face was heart-stopping. How could anyone say no to it? He came to stand in front of me, holding out both hands. I happily took them as he pulled me up.

“Again?” I giggled. He started walking backwards, bringing me along with him since he hasn’t let go of my hands yet. They sent warmth throughout my entire body as all of the blood rushed to my face.

All traces of playfulness disappeared reminding me of the pictures I’ve seen of him as Loki. “Oh yes, darling. You’ve created a monster.” He stopped, yanking me to him. My body collided with his, with him catching me like I weighed nothing at all. His arms captured my waist as my arms were crushed between us as I had braced myself for impact. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his voice dropped a few octaves. “A bacon and pickle grilled cheese loving…” His head bent down towards my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my neck. I had to restrain myself from shivering. “Monster.” He almost growled into my ear.

And in one split second, he went from sexy God Tom to playful “Loki’d” Tom as his large hands attacked my sides. The initial contact warranted a very loud shriek, but it was quickly replaced with cackles and pleas for him to stop. I wiggled my way out of his grip and ran into the kitchen to take refuge in. He chased me around the place until I complained of a side ache from too much running and laughing at the same time. We called a temporary truce until I sneakily decided to kick it up a notch. I’d seen them happen multiple times in movies and TV shows and have always wanted to be a part of one. I figured now would be the perfect opportunity. I found myself in the pantry, looking for the perfect weapon to use against him. It can’t be something too big that it’ll hurt him, but I want it to make a mess. Flour is the obvious choice, but I also don’t want to be cliché… Oh to hell with that. I grabbed the huge tub of it and hid it behind a cupboard for future use. I scooped a handful into my hand for my sneak attack. I spotted my clueless victim as he prepared the bread. I went right up to him, hiding all trace of my impending betrayal.

“What were you doing in there?” He asked when he noticed my return.

“Planning my next move.” I brought my flour-filled hand up to his face as he looked at me confused. I blew as I opened my hand, covering his entire face with the white powder. His mouth and eyes snapped shut, flinching away slightly. We stayed still while he processed what just happened. When he finally opened those beautiful blue eyes again, there was vengeance written all over them.

“Oh it’s so on.”

Ten minutes later we were sat on the floor covered in flour, laughing at how ridiculous the other looks. The white powder stuck to our hair, turning it all gray, it clung to our clothes and every single surface it came into contact with.

“I think I have flour in places flour should never be.” He commented, shifting his hips against the floor causing me to fold over in continued laughter. My tears mixed with the flour on my face creating a paste-like substance that will be impossible to wash off later. But right now I didn’t care.

I looked over at the man in front of me who was equally covered in white. His ginger locks and beard were now gray, making him age 30 years right in front of my eyes. To say he will be a hot silver fox is the biggest understatement of the century. I couldn’t help but picture us in that 30 years reliving this moment in our own kitchen, our grandchildren playing along with us, getting scolded by our kids when they came to pick them up. But then I would look at him, all gray-haired and perfect and know that I-

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you…” He trailed off breaking me out of my fantasy. I didn’t realize we both stopped laughing and silence had filled the room until he spoke. He was fidgeting with his hands in his lap, his gaze locked on them. When I realized what he had said, my heart dropped slightly. Panic was lingering, not knowing if it should rear its ugly head or if it would be premature. He took an abnormally long pause which only made it worse. It is the same feeling when someone texts you saying “Can I ask you a question?” and then taking forever to respond to your text back. Agony. Pure agony. “Are you… spoken for?” He finally met my eyes, probably to gauge my reaction. Did he think he was crossing the line somehow? Did he think it was too personal? Was he afraid I would get emotional due to a recent break up? Who knows…

Am I spoken for? Who in the world phrases it like that anymore? Why don’t we speak like that nowadays? We’ve gotten so lazy. Everyone is all about the quick fling or get straight to the physical stuff. No one courts anymore. No one writes long, handwritten love letters anymore. I’m not saying we should talk like Shakespeare, more like in the early to mid-1900s. Going on long walks, bringing her flowers before a date, picnics in the park, then escorting her to her front door, giving a sweet good night kiss before parting ways only to have a smile on your face for the rest of the night.

Like Tom said in an interview a few years ago, “This generation has lost the true meaning of romance,” and how he is an “old-fashioned romantic.” It’s sad that he hasn’t really been given the chance to show that side. And if he has, it hasn’t been appreciated like it should.

Am I spoken for? The only person that could possibly make that sound like the most romantic thing in the world and not at all old-fashioned is sitting right in front of me, covered in flour.

“Okay, first of all, who says that anymore?” I voiced my previous thoughts. He chuckled, breaking the serious façade he put up.

“Well pardon me for being old-fashioned about it.” He placed his hand over his heart in offense. “I am a self-proclaimed romantic.” He stated confirming what he has previously said.

“And second of all, no.” I shrugged, “I’m not spoken for. I am completely unattached.” I shudder thinking about how long it has been since my last relationship and how painful it was. That heartbreak has kept me from opening up again for years. I didn’t want to feel that kind of earth-shattering feeling again. It’s only partly to blame for my perpetual singleness, but a big part nonetheless.

“I find that quite surprising actually.” He admitted.

“Why? Because of my winning personality and devastatingly good looks?” I flipped my current non-existent long hair over my shoulder for effect. I don’t think I have either so I know those are also parts of why I’m single and have been.

He chuckled at my sarcasm. “Why, yes actually. You are beautiful, you have a phenomenal sense of humor,” he gestured around us at everything covered in flour, “you know how to have fun, you like having relaxing nights just sitting on the couch reading, or in your case, writing,” he smiled, “you’re obviously independent since you are on vacation alone-”

“Well that’s not necessarily true.” I interrupted. “My friend would have joined if she could have gotten off work.”

“Alright then.” He conceded. “I still stand by your independence though.” I nodded, not arguing with him. I know I’m independent, sometimes to a fault.

“So, you think you got me all figured out after knowing me for 3 days?” I concluded from his compliments.

“Oh no, darling. I believe I’ve just scratched the surface.” He intensely gazed at me. “And I’m eager to see what else there is to learn about you.”

I found myself asking him “Why?” Why, out of all of the people in the world, is he eager to learn more about me? I’m just a woman from the Midwest that is as complicated as anyone can be. “There’s nothing special about me.” I confessed wholeheartedly. Even if he knew I’m a published author, I still don’t see what’s so interesting that someone like him would want to get to know me? There are so many issues that I’ve buried deep beneath the surface that no human should have to bare or anyone else should have to endure. Dark thoughts that only comes out at night thanks to a trigger… No one else deserves to carry the burden of knowing I have those thoughts. Especially Tom.

“Do you truly believe that?” He asked with a hint of sadness I never wanted to hear or even expected.

“How can I not? When there are so many others out there that are more successful, prettier, skinnier…” I wrap my arms around my stomach, one of my many trouble spots. I’ve always been self-conscious about the way I look. I compare myself to everyone around, no matter what. I always have and I more than likely always will. I know it’s not healthy. It’s just one of my countless bad habits. “It’s hard to see myself as anything more than ordinary. I mean, I know I’m not a-” I use air quotes- “’hot girl.’ I’m probably never going to take anyone’s breath away or impress anyone with the way I look, but I can make you laugh and make you feel wanted, and sometimes I can be really fucking cute. I just wish that could be enough. Just once.” I shrugged again, wanting to change the subject. The way he’s looking at me with such sadness when mere moments ago he was filled with pure joy, I want that gone. So I stood up. “Shall we eat or clean up first?”

For the rest of the night, there was something… off. Like there was a dark cloud hovering over us and was persistent for the entirety of the time we spent together after we peeled ourselves off the floor. I knew the reason for my dark cloud, but even he seemed to be thrown off too.

Not being able to deal with the new weirdness between us, I excused myself and retreated to my room. The heaviness continued all night. I found myself just staring off into the distance as my mind raced with topics I haven’t thought about in years that love to surface at the most inconvenient times, like now. They put me into a funk for hours until I fall asleep, only to wake up like nothing ever happened. I can only hope this is one of those times and Tom forgives me for being sucky company.

More often than not, I will work myself up so badly that I will have a mental breakdown, crying myself into hyperventilation. Unfortunately this time is no exception. My thoughts latched onto the topic that guarantees waterworks and a lot of them. My sobs literally shaking my entire body to the core, gasping for breaths in between, asking questions no one will be able to give me answers to. The kinds of questions only sink me deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Light knocks on my door broke me out of my depression bubble.

Crap. He must have heard me… Well, I haven’t exactly tried being quiet. I banked on the walls being thicker than standard hotels and for him to be a deep sleeper. Both seem to be wrong.

I lay there going over my options: I could ignore him, I could answer and lie about why I’m emotional, I could tell him the truth but that’s not something he needs to worry about…

There’s no way I can ignore him. He was kind enough to leave his room to come and check on me. The least I could do is let him in. However I don’t want him to see me. My eyes are no doubt bloodshot and puffy, along with the rest of my face. I can’t lie to him or tell him the truth. I decide what the easiest option is and unwrap myself from my cocoon of comfort. I slide my room key under the door before returning to the warmth. 

Seconds go by before I hear the door gently opening. I see his shadow in the light of the doorway then it’s dark again. The bed dipped behind me then his hand rested on my shoulder, pulling me back to face him. I lie flat on my back now like he wanted. I bite my lip to keep it from quivering; I tried to even out my shaky breathing without much success. I didn’t want him to think I’m weak for crying for God-knows how long… but those walls have long since been shattered; my strength being abysmal at the moment.

Even in the pitch black room, I can see how close he is. His outline was only mere inches from me. His hand caresses my cheek as I feel his gaze all over my face as if he can see right through me. His thumb wipes away some of the moisture that had remained there. I didn’t bother to try to wipe it all away if more tears were going to flow eventually.

“Oh darling…” He whispered as he slipped his other arm under and around me, pulling me into his chest, tucking me under his chin. An overwhelming sense of comfort- of home- filled my entire being, which only brought on another wave of tears. I’ve never had anyone around during my breakdowns, always suffering in silence. For him to immediately want to comfort me in my time of need… it means more to me than I could ever explain.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmured against my hair before pressing a tender kiss on my head. He runs his hand softly up and down my arm just like my mom used to do on my back. His touch created goosebumps all along my arm.

“What could you possibly be sorry for?” I ask just above a whisper, not trusting my voice at the moment.

He sighed, “For all of the pain that is in your heart that you feel you have to suffer with it alone.”

No more words were exchanged after that. How could I when he says something like that?

What I didn’t anticipate him doing was he took care of me. He got me the Kleenex box so my nose could empty out. He rubbed my back whispering soothingly, encouraging me to let it all out. He even went as far as starting the shower for me after I was sure the floodgates were closing. I stepped in letting the hot water relax my muscles and wash over my face, eliminating any evidence of the past few hours. I washed my body with my peach body wash before getting out. I smiled, noticing my bag that was now sitting on the vanity. I rummaged through it to find a different pair of pajamas to get back into.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom, Tom was waiting for me on the bed. I climbed in and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me so close there was no space between us. I inhaled the faint smell of his cologne, instantly lulling me into a new sense of calm which terrified me to no end. How can I feel so safe and secure with someone I just met a few days ago? How can he give me everything with no questions asked?

It wasn’t long before I felt myself slip into unconsciousness. There was only one thing on my mind by the time I finally fell… I don’t deserve him, but I sure as hell want to.

day four...

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[kirigaya-art]

You Were With Me All Along

Yuuri sobbed into his hands, feeling his entire body shake. He was such a failure, he'd never be good for anything, his family would be so disappointed, he could never face them again--

Hey, woah! Don't you think that's a bit harsh?

Yuuri shrieked, flinching so hard he nearly fell off the toilet seat.

"Who-- who are you?!" He gasped out, voice trembling.

Oh. I did not think you would hear me.

Yuuri shuddered. "Oh my God. It's not enough to have a mental breakdown, now I'm hallucinating?"

No! I'm real, I promise!

He shook his head, wiping at his eyes. At least the shock seemed to have dragged him out of the panic attack, but as for this voice in his head...

"Who are you?" He asked again, feeling a bit silly. He never thought he'd be sitting in a toilet stall talking to someone who wasn't there.

My name is-- there was a sudden beep, like a censor on TV. What's yours?

Yuuri frowned. "Sorry, I... didn't get that."

I'm-- the same obnoxious noise filled his head.

Yuuri sighed, resting his forehead on the door. "Of course I'm not allowed to know your name. That's just..."

What do you mean?

"My name is Katsuki Yuuri," he replied.

Oh! I see now. Interesting.

"I still can't believe this is happening," Yuuri mumbled. "I mean, how-- what--"

I'm not sure either. It is like... The voice trailed off, searching for something. A moment later, it returned. Sorry. I hope I didn't yell in your ear. It's telepathy!

"What? You weren't yelling." This was only getting more confusing.

You didn't hear me call to my roommate?

Yuuri shook his head, then remembered they couldn't see him. "N-no. Nothing. Maybe I can only hear you when you're talking to me?"

How strange...

Yuuri's mind was spinning. All of it was strange.

Well, I suppose I should call you something, the voice started. Something that isn't a name, maybe. They pondered this for a few seconds before squealing, I'll call you Snowflake! Cute, right?

Yuuri couldn't help but smile. How ironic that he'd only just gotten off the ice, and this person seemed to know he was linked to it. "Okay," Yuuri mused. "We should match, then. If I'm Snowflake..." he paused to wipe a stray tear off his chin. "You can be Raindrop." The voice didn't speak for a moment, and Yuuri winced. "You hate it, right? I can change it."

No, I like it! We're a pair! One can't exist without the other.

Yuuri's heart raced. "Yeah..."

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, making Yuuri jump in surprise.

"Oi!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door. Yuuri managed to stand, legs shaking. He pushed open the door.

Yuri Plisetsky was staring him down.

***

The moment he got back to Detroit, Yuuri sat himself down on his bed and opened the search engine on his phone and typed in telepathy. That had been the word Raindrop had used-- the one their roommate had helped them remember.

A slew of web pages popped up, but most of them seemed like ghost stories or fake mediums.

He tried again: Voice in my head. He knew it sounded crazy, but it was the best he could do. He braced himself for pages telling him he had schizophrenia.

To his surprise, he saw one of those open forum sites, with the question "I've been hearing a voice. Could it be my soulmate?"

Yuuri almost forgot how to breathe. Soulmate? It wasn't a word he heard often, but every now and then there were whispers of it.

He clicked on the link. The person asking detailed what Yuuri had experienced: a voice that had spoken to them, hadn't been able to communicate their name, and could only be heard when speaking to the person directly. The comments were a resounding yes: "Sounds about right." "That's how I found my soulmate." "I have a friend who hears this!"

Yuuri's hands shook. He quickly opened a new tab. Soulmates. He was surprised to find there had been plenty of studies on the subject, despite the fact that less than 1% of the population had a soulmate. He found himself reading pretty much every article he could find, until his eyes were sore and his phone was low on battery. He flopped backwards onto the bed with a groan.

"Hey... Raindrop? You there?"

Ah! Hello again! I missed you.

Yuuri's heart swelled at the thought. "I... missed you too." Blushing, he held his phone close to his heart. "And... I have something to tell you."

Ooh, I love surprises!

Yuuri chuckled. "Um... I think we're--" he choked on the word, face hotter than it had been even after his fall at the tournament. "We're... soulmates, Raindrop."

There was a pause, then-- Oh my God!

Yuuri chuckled at the childishly gleeful tone. Wow! I never thought I'd have a soulmate! We're awfully lucky, huh?

"Yeah... I'm really happy." Yuuri rolled over onto his stomach. "And... I hope I can meet you soon. For real, I mean."

Mm. I hope so, too. You seem like a wonderful person.

They really needed to stop saying things like that, or Yuuri would never stop blushing. "You do too! You're... so nice to me."

That's because you're nice!

Yuuri sighed into his hands. "You spoil me."

You're my little snowflake, aren't you?

That shouldn't have made him smile as much as it did.

***

Yuuri was exhausted ehen he finally got home. Travelling was a nightmare, and he'd forgotten just how much his luggage weighed. But beyond that, Raindrop had been quiet all day. He'd gotten used to hearing their voice since his final tournament, but he'd been all alone on the airplane.

He stumbled into the house and was hit by a wave of nostalgia by the scent; not of the food, but of the house itself. Something about it reminded him of his childhood. Suddenly he was being hit by something very different, though, something solid. He found himself on the floor and covered in fur and slobber. He gaped upwards at...

"Vicchan?" He whispered, awed.

"Oh! Sorry, Yuuri!" His father helped the poodle off him and pulled him to his feet. "The dog's pretty cute, huh?"

"You-- you got another--"

"No! Heavens, no. God, so soon after..." He trailed off, and Yuuri winced. "No, this is a guest's dog!"

"A guest?" Yuuri asked, readjusting his glasses.

"A handsome foreigner!" His dad agreed, grinning. "He looked just like... what was his name?"

Yuuri's eyes widened in realization. Surely he couldn't mean--

Before he even registered it, he was dashing through the shop and pushing past guests. He nearly tripped over a towel in the dressing room before throwing the doors to the hot spring open to see--

"Viktor..."

***

Yuuri was struggling to stay upright, much less land quads. Having Viktor Nikiforov of all people as a coach was a dream come true, but he was incredibly strict.

As soon as he'd finished the run-through (with countless trips, slipups, and botched jumps) he collapsed to the ice with a groan. Viktor chuckled and skated over, extending a helpful hand. Yuuri sighed gratefully and reached for it, but Viktor pulled his hand away at the last second with a cheeky grin.

"Sorry, Yuuri, you don't get help after a run-through like that."

Yuuri rolled his eyes, pushing himself to his feet.

He wasn't sure what to call their relationship. He and Viktor had certainly grown closer, especially after Yurio left, but there was something more there. Something that made Yuuri want to... well, he wasn't sure yet. But he wanted something, and that something kept him up at night when he remembered that he was supposed to have a soulmate.

"Actually, Viktor said, putting a finger to his chin, "Take five minutes. I'll be right back." Yuuri nodded weakly. Anything for a breather. He watched Viktor slink away, pulling the doors closed behind him.

All at once, Yuuri realized just how empty the enormous rink was with just him in it. He skated to the edge of the ice and scrambled onto a bench, the ache in his feet somehow even more noticeable once he sat. Yuuri closed his eyes, breathing hard.

Snowflake?

Yuuri smiled, eyes still closed. "Hey."

There you are. I wanted to hear from you.

Yuuri shook his head. "We just talked this morning."

Not about anything substantial. There was a pause. I met someone, Raindrop. A while ago, actually.

Yuuri opened his eyes and glanced behind him to look at the doors Viktor had just left through. "...Yeah. Me too."

I'm going to sound silly, but some part of me hopes it's you.

Yuuri nodded. "Me too," he echoed. "Otherwise I'd feel like... like I was betraying you, I guess."

They remind me of you, Snowflake. Sweet, thoughtful, adorably innocent.

Yuuri blushed. "Well... mine is kind of like you, too. Kind, and funny, and..." He played with a lock of hair. "And they make me feel like a better person."

I'm glad, then, even if it isn't me. I want you to be happy.

Yuuri sighed wistfully. "God, you're always so..." He found himself standing from the bench, walking onto the ice, and taking his starting pose. "I want to skate with you, Raindrop," he whispered.

What?

"I'm going to skate for you," he corrected himself. "Are you ready?"

After a moment, Raindrop replied, Of course.

Yuuri started the program, humming the music to himself and Raindrop. He missed a few notes as he attempted the harder jumps, but picked up the tune again once he'd gotten his breath back. Raindrop was silent, listening thoughtfully, and Yuuri found himself skating the program better than he ever had.

Finally, the skate came to a close, and Yuuri closed his eyes, panting. "How was that, Raindrop?"

"Beautiful."

Yuuri spun around, wide-eyed.

Viktor-- Raindrop-- smiled from the bench. "I knew it," he whispered. "You were with me all along."

[tomhollanduniverse]

The Dark of You [Part 1]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings: Tiny bit of fluff, very angsty, mentions of blood, violence, mentions of depression and anxiety and also very terrible writing skills. Please forgive me.

A/N: This is dedicated to my bestest friend Jenna aka @thepenisparker. She requested a “depressing, angst-filled, gut-wrenching, tear-jerking, cry yourself to sleep” kind of story, so I brought out my big guns on this one. It will be two parts. The first part is depressing but part two will have you (hopefully) drowning in your own tears and used tissues. Warning all of you now, I am pouring every ounce of angst and sadness I have inside me, into this story. Please let me know what you think!

“Why would you even go in there? You know your ass is gonna be killed!” Y/N yelled at the tv, through a mouth full of popcorn. We were having our usual movie night, and we were watching a horror movie we had watched at least 10 times before. Y/N was sitting between Harrison and I, with a big bowl of popcorn on her lap. I loved when she got worked up over a movie, like this. I couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Yeah because we’ve seen this a thousand times, before!” Harrison laughed. She threw a piece of popcorn at him. He picked it off his shirt and ate it.

“I knew, from the first time we watched this!” she yelled. “I can always tell who is gonna survive to the end. So it’s safe to say I’d make it to the end, no matter what!” she said, pointing at the T.V. Just like she said, the girl on the movie got stabbed. “You idiot. I told you.” she said shaking her head. I busted up laughing. She fought back laughter and hit my leg with the back of her hand. Her hand caught the side of the bowl, causing the popcorn to spill everywhere. I laughed so hard, i had to grab my stomach.

“You dickhead! Look what you made me do!” Y/N yelled at me, laughing hysterically. Harrison facepalmed so hard, I was sure he left a red mark on his forehead.

 “You dickhead! Look what you made me do!” I mocked her, poking her in the side. She flinched, grabbing her side. After years of friendship, I knew a few things about her. One thing being she extremely ticklish. “And how old are you, Tom?! 22! So act like it!” she said poking me back. I closed my eyes, turning my head to the side.

 “That’s it!” I yelled, throwing my fingers toward her ribs; her weak spot! She fought me hard, struggling to pry my fingers from her sides. She was no match for my strength, though she kept trying.

 “You assface! Stop!” she yelled, popcorn going everywhere. Harrison rolled his eyes and got up off the couch with a huff, dodging the popcorn kernels flying all over.

 “Get a damn room.” Harrison laughed. Tess was cleaning up our popcorn mess, tail wagging from the excitement. Y/N had tears forming in her eyes. Harrison had had enough. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ve had enough of this shit show.” he laughed. I faintly heard his steps go to his room, the door slamming shut.

 “Goodnight, Haz!” I yelled, without letting up. I figured I’d let her breathe, since her face was turning a bright red.

 “You jerk! I--can’t breathe!” she hit my shoulder, as I leaned over her digging my fingers lightly into her hips. By that time, she was on her back, wiggling underneath me. I stopped, watching the tears roll down her scarlet-stained cheeks. Without thinking, I gently wiped away her tears with the pads of my thumbs. She stopped squirming abruptly at the unexpected tender moment. She was so beautiful, even with her hair a mess and her eyes red. I hovered over her, hands on either side of her torso, as I looked at her lips. Her hands were gently grasping my forearms, looking up at me her eyes full of wonder and love. Just kiss her, Tom. Just do it. Harrison had told me over and over again to just do it. I started to lean down when I felt a buzz by one of my hands. It was Y/N’s phone going off. She leaned up slightly, causing me to sit back on the couch. She dug her phone out of her pocket and entered her passcode. Her expression turned serious.

 “S--sorry. It’s Caleb. He’s having a rough night. He needs to see me.” she explained, without looking up. I let out a long sigh, making it obvious I was annoyed.

 “When does he not have a rough night?” her head shot up in anger.

 “Tom, he’s my friend. He might need my help.”

 “He’s a big boy. He should be able to take care of himself.” I got up off the couch, beginning to pick the popcorn mess up, scooping it back into the blue bowl.

 “You know he’s been having a difficult time with his depression and I’m not going to leave him alone.”

 “That’s why he can’t solve these problems on his own. You keep solving his problems for him. He’s never going to learn how to cope with his mental illnesses if he doesn’t face them himself.” She was always trying to help people. That was her weakness but also her strength. She also suffered from anxiety so she wanted to help all the people she could. She wanted to save everyone, even the ones who didn’t deserve it. Caleb was very unstable and didn’t take his meds like he should. He was a threat to everyone. He had some breakdowns before where he would walk around town holding a knife in his fist, the devil in his eyes, waiting desperately for someone to step to him.

 “Tom, you wouldn’t understand--”

 “Don’t you dare say that to me. Of course I understand.” I spat back. “He’s just taking advantage of your kindness and I can see right through his bullshit. He’s dangerous.” She shook her head, slipping her shoes on.

 “He wouldn’t hurt a fly, Tom. His bark is worse than his bite.” More tears started sparkling in her eyes. Worry started rising in my stomach.

 “Y/N, don’t go over there. Please. He genuinely scares me.” I said, getting in front of her, putting my hands on her legs.

 “I have to, Tom.” she whispered.

 “Bullshit!” I screamed making her jump.

 “I’ll come right back over. We need to talk whenever I get back.” she said, not looking back at me. I followed her to the door, my hand on her shoulder. I felt terrible for yelling at her, but anger got the best of me more than I’d like to admit.

 “I didn’t mean to scare you. Please. Be careful. Text me and let me know you’re safe, every now and then.” She nodded, looking down.

 “It’s alright. I’ll be right back, Tom. I promise.” With that, she walked to her car, got in and drove away. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t trust Caleb. I went back inside to clean up the rest of the mess. I looked down at my watch: 8:46pm. I sighed, my stomach in knots. Little did I know, it was my intuition trying to tell me something. I popped in another movie, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. My heart jumped when my phone buzzed at 9:20pm.

 “I’m safe. He just needed to talk to me about something. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.” I sighed in relief. Maybe I was worried about nothing, after all. I walked into my room to change into some shorts, before she got back. I couldn’t wait to make up with her. I hated fighting with her, more than anything. I should tell her everything, when she gets back. My heart did flips, thinking about telling her how I felt about her. It was time, though. It was long overdue. I laid on the couch, carefully watching the clock, rehearsing what I’d say. Before long, I felt my eyes getting heavy. No, I was going to stay awake until she got back. 10:00 passed and I couldn’t stay awake any longer. Sleep fell over me hard, spiraling me into a nightmare. I was in the woods, behind Caleb’s house.

 “Tom! Help me! I’m so sorry! You were right all along about Caleb! Just please help me! He’s going to kill me!” It was Y/N. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, in a voice I had never heard her use before. I could hear her, but I couldn’t see her. I started running toward her voice, praying to God she was okay. The black, damp woods only got thicker as I struggled to find Y/N. I was going to kill Caleb. No matter how fast or how far I ran, her voice kept fading further and further away. My ankles were bloodied from the thick brush, tearing clean through my jeans. I didn’t care. I kept running, my chest burning intensely.

 “Y/N!! Where--where are you! Keep talking, darling! I’m coming to find you!” Finally, I had came upon a sight I’ll never be able to forget. She was dead in Caleb’s hands.

 I woke up to Harrison standing over me, shaking me. I was drenched in sweat, the light from the tv casted shadows over the dark walls.

 “Mate, you okay?” I struggled to catch my breath. I looked down at my phone. 6:28am. No missed texts or calls. Haz rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the glare from the tv making him squint. I was still shaking from the nightmare, my head in my hands.

 “Y/N went to Caleb’s last night, around 8:45 and said she was going to be right back. She texted me at 9:30 and said she’d be back by 10. She hasn’t texted or called.” The words were spilling from me like a raging rapid, not being able to stop them. “I have to go check on her.”

 “Okay, man. I’ll go with you. Calm down, I’m sure she’s fine.” I nodded, trying to convince myself that Harrison was right. We got our shoes on, and headed over to her house. I sped nearly 20mph over the speed-limit, making Harrison a bit nervous. My heart dropped when I didn’t see her car in the driveway. Neither one of us said anything to each other. My jaw clenched, knowing where we should go next. Caleb’s house. I looked down at my phone, making sure I didn’t have a message from her. Nothing.

 “Fuck.” I whispered, squealing the tires toward that assholes house. As we got closer to his house, I nearly lost it. There was her car.

 “See, Tom. She’s there.” he pointed. I noticed something odd…his car was gone. For some reason, I got my phone out to take a picture of her car sitting in the driveway. My intuition was kicking in again, telling me something was seriously wrong. I drove past his house and parked my car in a driveway of an abandoned house close by.

 “I’m gonna go check it out. Stay here.” I got out before he could say anything. I ran over to his house, watching my surroundings like a hawk. The pant-legs of my sweats were soaked from the dew that coated the grass. I slowly crawled underneath a random window, in the back. I slowly raised my head to peer inside. It was his bedroom. No one was in the bed, but things were thrown everywhere; an end table was tipped over, a lamp flickering on the floor, broken. Just then, I heard the crunching of gravel as a car pulled into the driveway. I slinked around to the front, peeking around the corner. It was Caleb. His facial expression twisted into delight, his breathing extremely heavy. As he got out of his car, my eyes grew wide when I noticed some fresh blood stains on his white shoes. Oh Jesus. Oh jesus! I squeezed my eyes shut, putting a hand over my mouth. I sank into the dewy grass, gasping for air. My blood boiled, my fists balling up. I ran out front, as he was walking to his door.

 “What the fuck did you do to her?!” I screamed, pushing him. “Where is she?!” Hot tears started falling from my eyes, my teeth clenched. Harrison ran up behind me, stopping abruptly when he saw the blood on his shirt that I hadn’t noticed before. Caleb grinned at me, his eyes fully-dilated. They were nearly black, almost demon like.

 “She got exactly what she deserved. You can call the police Tom, but if anyone kills me, they’ll never find her.” I grabbed his throat, squeezing until he turned purple, veins protruding from his forehead. He was somehow still laughing, still feeling the high of what he had done to my girl.

 “Harrison, call the police. Now.” I growled. My blood turning ice cold, my nails digging into his neck. My jaw ached from gritting my teeth. “Is she still alive?”

 “You’ll never find her. Ever.” he gurgled. I released my grip on his throat, causing him to fall to the ground. His laughter filled the air, as he struggled to regain his breath. I gave one swift kick to the side of his head, knocking him unconscious.

[kaylees-fandomworld]

The Gangster and His Angel (Bobby Ikon)

Chapter 4

Y/N’s Pov

“Hey, do you think I’m too easy?” Nina asked from the end of your bed with her head hanging over the side of it. You looked at her extremely confused.

“What makes you think that you’re ‘too easy’?” You ask staring at her tall figure. For as long as you’ve known Nina, you can’t remember anything about her having a boyfriend or even occasional one night stand, so you wanted to know why she asked that.

“I don’t know, I guess it has to do with the guy I met last night. Oh my god, he was so hot and damn he could he work his body.” She exclaimed. You laughed at her outburst, as you moved to the end of the bed, laying in the same position as her.

“Did you get his name?” I wanted to know who the man was that, has stolen my best friend’s heart.

“Well his name is Jihwan, but he prefers to be called Jay.” She said, with flushed cheeks. “He even gave me his number.” She chirped. It was nice to see her happy, especially over a guy.

“So do you think he could be the one for you?” You smirk, sitting up. She followed your movements, tilting her head to the side, pondering for an answer to your question.

“Yeah maybe, but I’m not going to get my hopes up, for now, he is just a one nighter unless he feels the need to text me.” She spoke as if she was unphased by the situation. You laughed once again, shaking your head at her antics.

“Wow I’ve known you for almost a year and yet you never fail to amaze me.” The two of you giggle.

“Well I still know nothing about you, why don’t you tell me about that cute guy who helped you the other day.” She asked, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you. The blood rushed to your cheeks as you thought about that day, but then you remembered how much of a jerk he was to you.

“Don’t worry about him he’s a huge ass.” You sneer. Nina looked at you like you were insane.

“Who cares, he is pretty hot you should go for it, besides, what’s so bad about him? Bad boys are sexy, and from what I’ve heard they’re not that bad in bed either.”

“Okay first of all, eww. Second of all, honestly I don’t think he likes me very much.” You spoke, looking down, picking at your nails. Nina tilted her head again, the confusion fading into a look of disbelief.

“How could he not like you?! Girl you’re beautiful, smart, and sweet, not to mention the dash of sass you keep bottled up. If he doesn’t like you then his ass is blind and stupid.” She exclaimed, rather loudly. You just stare at her. Yeah, your friends and family tell you that you’re beautiful, but you don’t believe it. There were so many things that could change that opinion. You look away from her for a moment before getting up from the bed.

“I’m hungry, you wanna go to the diner for lunch?” You quickly changed the subject. Before she could respond, her stomach growled. The two of you erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Well if that answers your question, then let's go.” Nina cheered running out of the room to the front door. You shook your head following her.

As you two walked down the street, Nina proceeded to make fun of random people, urging you to laugh. That was the thing about Nina, she has never really cared what people thought about her or her opinion. She always felt free to speak her mind, even if it was a little mean. You honestly envied her and her carefree spirit, in which you use to possess yourself before life decided to screw you over.

“Earth to Y/N!” Nina yelled, waving her hand in front of your face. You looked at her with confusion before realizing that you must have zoned out

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You answered, your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. She laughed at you making your face heat up more if that was even possible. People stared at the two of you, you with the face of a tomato and Nina laughing like a lunatic.

“Hahaha, you should h-have seen you f-face ahahaahhh. Ughhh you kill me!” She breathed still smiling.

“Ha yeah okay, c-can we just keep walking please, p-people a-are staring.” Your nerves started picking up as several pairs of eyes were set on you and Nina. Her smile quickly faded as she notices how you were looking at the ground, with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Yeah sure come on let's go.” She hooked her right arm with your left one pulling you towards the door of the diner. When you guys walked in some of your co-workers were stopped what they were doing to stare at you. You hadn’t been to work for two days, because your boss called and told you to take the rest of the week off. To say that they were happy to see you would be an understatement, as they whispered to one another. Nina pulled you to a booth in the corner, far away from everyone else.

“What’s going on?” you asked with your head hung low.

“Well, to be honest, the boss is really pissy about what happened with you and is trying to decide on whether or not to fire you. I told her that if she wanted to keep this place afloat then she really shouldn't.”

“Why did you tell her that?”

“Because you’re the nicest waitress here. Most of the customers that come in here always want you at their waitress.” She explained her argument.

“That is such bull shit.” Someone said in anger. You and Nina looked up from the table coming face to face with a waitress named Hae-Ju. Apparently, she was hired yesterday, but you have no clue why.

“Hae-Ju you're supposed to be nice to your customers.” Nina smiled, although it pretty transparently fake.

“Why should I be nice to her, when she has my man wrapped around her finger.” She roared. Your eyes went wide, what the hell is she talking about?

“What the are you talking about? She is too introverted to even talk to a guy unless she is taking his order.” Nina defended. Although what she said was a little offensive it's the thought that counts. This seemed to make Hae-Ju angrier.

“Well then, tell me why Bobby is always following around and watching you, huh? Or how about how you put on that show for everyone just so you could get close to him?” She hissed. You stared at her in shock. He’s the one who has been following me around? Why?

“All have you know I barely know him and I sure as hell don't know you, so if you're going to make accusations about something, why don’t you make sure you have your facts straight before you get your panties in a twist, oh wait by the looks of it, you probably spread your legs too much to feel the need to wear panties.” Hae-Ju gasped at your remark. Nina looked at you completely flabbergasted by your outburst. This was unlike you. You weren't someone to speak your mind or to throw insults at people, but she was getting under your skin. You felt a new need to defend yourself, to show at least one person that you weren’t helpless.

“Y/N, let’s just go okay.” Nina urged. She knew that this was about to end really badly, and she wasn’t going to stand there and let the future unfold.

“You stay the hell away from Bobby or else!” Hae-Ju threatened with venom seeping through every word.

“Or else what? You’re going to make my life a living hell, well get in line because you wouldn’t be the first to try.” You spoke. You had no idea where this courage was coming from but you liked it.

“Oh believe me it will be worse than anything you’ve ever experienced.”

“You talk like you know what I’ve been through, look I don’t have time to deal with you, so have a good day.” You spoke walking out the door of the diner. Nina followed you with a look that only proved how proud she was.

“That was badass! Her face was priceless, where the hell did all of that anger come from?” She beamed. You shrugged as the anger suddenly faded and you began to feel helpless once again.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just tired of people acting like they know me. Hey, I’m gonna go home, I will see you on Monday.” You said with a frown. You didn’t even wait to hear her response before you took off. When you got home you ran inside, slamming your front door behind you. Your breathing picked up as you slid down the back of the door, tears poured from your eyes as you let out all of your frustrations. You didn’t know why you were so upset, but something in you was ready to be released.

You cried for what felt like days but was only a few hours. When you finally calmed down, you picked yourself up off the floor and walked to your bathroom.

As you stepped in the room you caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and puffy, your blue eyes were now a dull grey, and pieces of hair clung to your face. You looked like hell and you felt like it too. Without another thought, you stripped yourself of your clothing, getting into the shower. You turned the knob for the hot water all the way up, not bothering with the cold water. Steam covered the glass of the shower, and you took that as your sign to step under the water. You hissed as it burned you slightly, but you didn’t move away, you allowed it to scold you. Soon you got used to the sting of the hot water, deciding it was time to finish up. You got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around your body, and headed into your bedroom to get dressed. You put on a pair of underwear and an oversized hoodie, that for some reason you couldn't remember how you had gotten it. You didn’t bother putting on pants, as it was only you in the house. You brushed your hair and teeth, then headed into the living room. You plopped down on the couch, switched on the tv, and threw a blanket over your body. As you watched a random show, you kept thinking about everything that has happened in the past two weeks. First you saved someone who you are pretty sure is part of a gang, then you had a full-on mental breakdown in a public place, next you found out that the man who is hunting you down has gone completely MIA, then you get told that you are wanted by someone named Alec, and last but not least you met Bobby’s psycho sex toy who wants to put you into an early grave. What else do you want to throw at my face? You thought.

Suddenly a knock was heard from the front door. In irritation, you got up to see who it was. You swung the door open, not really caring what you looked like, however, that suddenly changed when you saw who it was.

“Wow umm did I come at a bad time? Hey is that my hoodie?” Bobby asked. You just blankly stared at him, before turning around to go back into the living room. Bobby followed you inside, closing the door, then coming to sit beside you on the couch.

“What do you want?” You snap. Bobby cleared his throat as if he were trying to find what to say.

“Well I um, I heard about what happened and I wanted to um well I wanted to uh see if you were okay.” He spoke rubbing the back if his neck. He seemed nervous, considering how intimidating his demeanor is. You looked at him for a moment, studying his face.

“Why are you really here? I know you've been following me, she told me.” You sigh looking down at your hands. “Why don't you just leave you don't really care about if I'm okay or not.” You added. You went to stand up not realizing that his hoodie had ridden up your stomach, not only showing you sky blue lace panties but numerous scars as well.

“What the hell?” Bobby shot up from the couch, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it up slightly. Your eyes grew wide as you feared the worst. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too strong. He pushed you to the couch still holding on to the piece of fabric, following you. He climbed on top of you, sitting on your bare thighs. You tried kicking and punching him but it was no use, he was stronger than you.

“Please stop.” You cried out.

“Angel I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me.” He held onto your hands together with one of his, as he looked into your fear filled eyes. His eyes hosted a look of sincerity in them, one that made all of your worries fade, made you quit fighting. Once your body relaxed a little, he let your hands free, placing back on the hem of the hoodie. He lifted it up just above your belly button, revealing your flawed waist. The scars burned an image in his mind, of all the things that could have happened. One really caught his eye, the discolored skin screaming two words at him. ‘My Whore’. You squirmed under his intense gaze. His eyes showed so many emotions. Anger, sadness, and disgust flashed in his brown eyes. He quickly got off of you taking off towards the door.

“Wait, Bobby!” You called, but it was too late he had slammed the door and left. You were confused. Why did he leave like that? He is probably disgusted by me now. Your mind filled with so many bad thoughts. You’ve never voluntarily allowed anyone but your doctor to see the graveyard of scars that was your stomach. However he was different, you felt like you could trust him. As you thought about it, one thought came to your mind.

You were falling for him.

Unknown pov

“Was it her?” I asked, sitting in front of the tv with a bag of chips.

“Yes it was her, but you forgot to mention how much of a bitch she is.” She spoke. I laughed at that statement. Y/N was and still is a feisty one and I can’t wait to have her home with me once again.

“That she is, when will you bring her to me?” I question her as she plopped down on the floor next to me.

“Actually, how do you feel about getting to her all on your own?” She smirked.

“I’m listening.”

“Well if I can keep Bobby away from her then you can swoop in and take your prize.” She smiled at me. She had a point if that guy would stay the hell away from what is mine then I can get her back. “Well, that seems like a plan Ms. Hae-Ju.” I appreciated, before turning back to the tv.

“Good I can have my man and you can have your whore.It’s a win win.”