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sopebubbles · 2 years ago

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Master List

Eight

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Jin's form of leadership comes to bite him in the ass, and everyone will have something to say about it. Will they still follow him?

WC: 8k

Warnings: ANGST, fighting/yelling, swearing

Jimin's head snapped to attention when a knock at the door pulled him out of concentration. His coworker Nina poked her head inside.

"Jimin, there's a girl here to see you."

"I told Sana we would meet after lunch. I'm still trying to catch up on some paperwork from last week." Jimin looked bewilderedly at the stacks of papers cluttering his desk.

Nina shook her head. "It's not Sana. It's some girl named Y/N. Never seen her before. But I'll tell her to come back another time."

Jimin shot out of his chair the instant he heard your name. "No. Don't! I'll see her."

Nina paused as he opened the door to follow her. "I thought you were busy."

Jimin blushed and smiled. "This is important."

Nina gave him a playfully suspicious look before walking back to her desk. Jimin followed her and felt the tightness in his chest release when he saw you sitting in a chair, swinging your feet while you waited. Yoongi was right; you did seem like a little girl, especially the way you curled in on yourself.

"Y/N?" His voice was so quiet he wasn't sure you would hear him, but your head turned in his direction.

He'd been so thrilled by the news that you'd come that he hadn't stopped to think about why until he saw your wide eyes look at him from gaunt features. The last time he'd seen you, you were well fed, energetic, almost glowing. That might have just been the tail-end of the heat hormones, but you almost looked like a different person now. Your skin was ashen, with dark bags under your eyes. It was only a week since he saw you, but it looked like years on your face.

"Y/N," he repeated.

"Surprised to see me?" You asked as you got to your feet and approached the counter once again.

"Yes," he nodded. "But it's a good surprise." He wanted to launch into a million questions, but he hesitated. The last time he tried to really talk to you had backfired. He followed your gaze to Nina, who quickly looked away when she realized she was staring. "Come to my office so we can talk."

"I'm glad you came," he said as he closed the door behind you and gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. "Where have you been staying?"

You looked at your hands in your lap, but didn't answer. "How is Hoseok?"

Jimin tried to smile for you, but it was weak. "Hobi is fine. He's wondering where you've been. He was hoping you would stay. We all were."

"I don't think everyone was," you mumbled.

"What?"

"I know Seokjin was just trying to be polite. I would have just been in the way. It's better for everyone if you just pretend you never met me."

Jimin's heart sank. For a moment he had believed you came to him so he could take you home, but you wouldn't make things that easy. "So why did you come here?"

"You said you could help me find a job." He froze momentarily before sitting on his own chair. Was that really the only reason you had come? "I've been looking online for the last week and I just…" you looked up at him and he met your gaze expectantly. "I haven't had a lot of luck the last couple of years trying to pretend I'm Sap, but it's really hard to get a job I can manage when they know I'm omega. So, you said you knew people who would hire me…"

Jimin nodded knowingly. Unemployment was generally considered an alpha problem because many, if not most, omegas chose to stay at home, but that trend had been changing. Omegas faced a lot of stereotypes about not being able to handle physical work (which wasn't true) and for their frequent heat cycles, making employers view them as unreliable. On top of that, you were far from the only omega to not finish high school since the onset of heats made attendance difficult at best. While Jimin was all for omega empowerment, he couldn't help wishing you'd choose to just stay at home with Hoseok. But he was getting ahead of himself. Jimin clicked around on his screen for a moment before his printer began to whir.

"I have a list of businesses that hire omegas, and who give priority to people in your situation." Jimin grabbed the sheet of paper off the printer, but hesitated before handing it to you. "Would you reconsider coming back to the house?"

You sighed and shook your head. "I can't, Jimin."

"You really can. I know that maybe Jin didn't seem so keen, but Hoseok is worried. Yoongi–" he stopped himself from admitting that his alpha was a wreck, but he didn't think he imagined the glint in your eyes as the mention of his name. "He really wanted you to stay. So do I. We want you to be safe."

"It's nice of you to worry," you said, reaching for the paper. Jimin reluctantly handed over, feeling defeated. "I can take care of myself, though. I promise, I'll be fine."

When you stood up to leave, Jimin had the sinking feeling that you really wouldn't be, but there was little he could do about it. He couldn't lock you in this office until you agreed to come home with him. He sighed in resignation. "You can tell anyone on that list that I sent you and put me as a reference," he told you, picking up one of his business cards and scribbling his personal phone number on the back before he handed it to you. "And if you change your mind, you know where to find us. Our door is always open to you, Y/N."

"Thanks, Jimin," you smiled sadly.

He wanted to do something crazy, like ask you for a hug and maybe try to give you a proper scent mark so that you'd walk out of there with a bit of him, a bit of them. But he could only watch you go.

Yoongi drummed his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel as he drove to pick up Jimin from work. Normally the beta went to and from work with Namjoon or Jin, depending on their schedules, but today the pack alpha had sent a mysterious address to the group chat and told them to meet there after work. The location happened to be in the opposite direction of home from Namjoon's school, so Yoongi offered to pick Jimin up. He was more than happy to do it. He'd been feeling edgy all day with the house feeling so empty, everyone gone to work and even Hoseok mysteriously missing from the house in the afternoon, taking Taehyung with him. Your absence rang from every corner of the quiet house, mocking him.

When he pulled up outside the shelter, Jimin was chatting casually with some alpha teens in front of the building. He flashed Yoongi a crooked smile, and not the endearing kind, but the troubled kind; the kind that let the alpha know immediately that something was off with his younger mate. He cut the engine and stepped out of the car.

"Hey, Yoongi!" One of the young men on the sidewalk called as he stepped up on the curb and held out an arm for a greeting. Yoongi clasped his hand and bumped his shoulder. "Where you been? Missed you on the court."

Yoongi grimaced. Playing with the kids was one of his favorite things to do with his free days. Jimin liked to act like it was some sort of mentoring program; and maybe it was, but it was very informal. Just a few hours playing around and maybe every now and then Yoongi managed a conversation with one of them and was able to give them some advice, but it wasn't a big deal. Nonetheless, Jimin knew it meant a lot to the young alphas to have Yoongi spend some time with them and treat them like people, something that was frequently absent from their daily interactions, as you well knew. He also knew Yoongi enjoyed it beyond the game.

"Sorry, man. I promise I'll come by later this week," Yoongi told him and meant it. He turned his eyes to Jimin. "Everything okay?"

The beta nodded. "C'mon, let's go."

Yoongi opened the car door for Jimin, then nodded to the guys still standing around before he walked around to the driver's side. He started the engine and pulled into traffic before either of them spoke another word. Silent minutes stretched before them, but Yoongi couldn't take it.

"Are you afraid to kiss me in front of your clients?" Yoongi asked, half joking, although he'd usually get at least a kiss on the cheek from Jimin when he first saw him, even if it was on those afternoons he showed up at the shelter.

"Of course not, hyung," Jimin answered lightly but didn't look in his direction.

Yoongi reached out his hand to take Jimin's. "Then can you tell me what's wrong?" He asked with a kiss to the back of his hand.

Jimin's fingers tightened around him and he cleared his throat. "I saw her."

Yoongi came to an abrupt stop a couple meters short of where he meant to at the red light.

"Y/N?"

Jimin nodded. "She came to see me at the shelter."

Yoongi turned his head to look out the rear window. "Is she–? Did she–? Is she staying there?" He finally managed to ask, when he really wanted to ask why you weren't in the car with him right now going back home.

Jimin swallowed. "She's too old, hyung," he reminded his alpha and watched him sink back into his seat. "Besides, she said she wouldn't come back with me. She thinks…she thinks it's for the best, and that we were just being polite."

Yoongi leaned his head back against the rest and a thousand protests died on his lips. Jimin didn't need to hear them. "Do you know where she's staying?"

A car honked as they sat in front of a green light and Yoongi slowly pressed on the accelerator. "She wouldn't say, but that makes me think it's the same shelter as before."

"Shit," Yoongi muttered.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I should have found a way to make her stay. I should've called you. I just…it all happened so fast."

Yoongi spared him a quick glance. "Jimin, did you think I'd be mad at you?"

Jimin squirmed. "Not mad…"

Yoongi laid his hand on Jimin's smaller one again. "Jimin, of course I'm not upset with you. I know you couldn't hold her there. If she wasn't willing to come, that would only scare her, and the last thing we need is for her to be scared of the least intimidating member of our pack."

"I'm going to try not to be insulted by that, hyung."

Yoongi smiled in spite of himself. "Damn. Okay. I mean, it sucks. You know I want to find her. But this is good. We know more than we did. At least she knows where to find you if she's in trouble but—oh! Is she in trouble? Why did she come to you?"

"She's not in trouble as far as I can tell. She just remembered that I said I could help her find a job, so she came to see me. It seemed like maybe she was ready to stop pretending to not be Lykos." Jimin almost sounded proud.

"And?"

"I don't know. All I could really do was give her a list of places I knew are usually hiring and tell her she could use me as a reference."

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. "That's good. If anyone calls you trying to hire her we might be able to find her," he said, mostly mumbling to himself.

"Hyung?"

Yoongi pulled to a stop in front of a large, yellow house. Jungkook and Namjoon pulled up right behind him in the police cruiser. They all stepped out at the same time, sharing a glance before turning their curious and confused eyes toward the property. Yoongi noticed the realtors sign in front with the bold red "SOLD" sign. His stomach flipped.

"What the hell?" He muttered in a low growl before he made for stairs up to the porch, trodding carelessly over the green lawn. Stomping up the steps, he knocked loudly on the front door.

Hoseok answered the door with a beaming, heart-shaped smile. "Welcome home!"

Jimin watched Yoongi's jaw clench, and he was certain that if it had been anyone but Hobi who answered the door, Yoongi would already be on a tirade. Jimin reached out to grab his elbow, silently telling him to stay calm but also reminding the alpha that he was there as they stepped over the threshold of the house.

"What is this, Hobi?" Yoongi barely restrained his growl, but his discontent was clear. He moved further through the entryway into what would be the living room only to let the others inside.

"This is our new home," Jin said, standing at the counter where the open concept living room and kitchen blended. Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but Jin cut him off. "Before you start, let me show you around first. There's so much more room. There's a detached garage where Taehyung can do his painting. There are also three bedrooms upstairs. The master bedroom is absolutely massive. Wait till you see. And plenty of room for the kids," Jin rambled on, setting one foot on the first stair, ready for them all to follow him up.

"Jin," Yoongi said the syllable firmly without raising his voice.

The older man froze and looked down at him in frustration. "Can you at least look around before you get upset."

"So you understand that I'm upset?" Yoongi asked calmly.

"You're always upset about something," Jin mumbled in response.

"That's not true, Jin. And that isn't the point."

"Then what is the point, Yoongi?"

"Did you buy this house?" He asked through his tight jaw.

Yoongi's citrus went bitter, stinging their noses, and Jin swallowed but stood firm. "Yes. Hobi and I came to look at the house yesterday and made an offer. The seller was highly motivated and we signed the papers a few hours ago."

"You and Hobi? And who else was involved in this decision?" Yoongi demanded, casting his gaze momentarily at the omega.

"No one. Hobi liked the house, and I bought it."

"Oh, Hobi liked it, so that's all that matters," Yoongi threw his hands up and walked toward the back door.

"Yoongi, it's really a great house. Just take a look," Hoseok tried to persuade him.

"I don't care about the house!" Yoongi snapped.

"Don't yell at me!" Hoseok snapped back, stepping closer, but Jin came off the staircase to get between them.

"How could you two do this?"

"I know you hate change, Yoongi, but–"

"This isn't about not wanting to change!"

"Then what is it about, Yoongi?" Jin tried hard to keep his calm.

"It's about you deciding we're all going to move suddenly, like we're just pieces of furniture in your house."

"Yoongi, Jin and I have been looking for a house for months," Hoseok reminded him.

"I know. But I always assumed when you got serious about buying one you would consult us. How can you just make a huge decision like this for all of us?" Hoseok balked at the betrayal in Yoongi's eyes.

Jin's chest puffed out before he spoke. "We made the decision we thought was best for everyone."

Yoongi shook his head. "Your un-fucking-believable, Seokjin." Jin let out an exasperated sigh. "What gives you the right to treat us like this?"

Jin growled low. "I'm your pack alpha. It's my right to make the decisions I think are best for this pack. You're just upset because you wish you were pack alpha over me."

Yoongi stared him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "I don't, Jin. I don't want to be your pack alpha. I just want to be treated with a little respect." He took a step closer to where he had to look up to keep eye contact. "But if I were the leader of this pack, I'd do a hell of a lot better job than you've been doing lately."

"Yoongi," Namjoon finally stepped in, his voice a warning that Yoongi did not want to heed.

"You think this is easy?" Jin snarled back.

"It's not meant to be easy! But you see it as a set of privileges when it's meant to be a set of responsibilities!"

"I am trying to be responsible! I'm trying to build a proper home for our children!"

"Damn it! That's the problem! For your children. Because you're so ego-maniacally focused on these kids you don't even have yet that you don't give a shit about what you're doing to the pack you have right now!"

"That's not true, Yoongi," Hoseok jumped in.

Yoongi held up his hand. "Don't defend him, Hoseok. For the last year you've been catering to him instead of facing the fact that he's changed."

"I've-"

"You used to be so caring about all of us. You had such a big heart when I met you. You were so open and that's why I fell for you. You made me feel so safe. You brought Jimin into your home without a second thought. But now I don't even recognize you. You don't care, do you?"

"That's not fair, Y–"

"You don't care that Tae will have to walk outside at night to get to his studio when his nightmares keep him up? Or that this house is so far from Jungkook's station? Or that you're taking me and Jimin out of the most stable home we've ever known without even asking us? Or-"

"Yoongi," Hoseok gasped, chagrined at the alphas slipped admission.

"No. Fuck this. I'm leaving." Yoongi hung his head in defeat and shouldered past Namjoon to get to the front door.

"Hyung, wait!" Jimin called, going after him.

"Jimin–"

"Give me your keys. You're not driving angry like this," the beta reasoned. Yoongi gave them up without a fight and stormed out of the house. The door shut with a thud of finality.

Jin swallowed in the silence that followed before he spoke. "Let's go see the rest of the house." He turned toward the stairs, and Namjoon made to follow.

"Kim Seokjin." He froze at the frigid tone of Hobi's voice.

"He's just pouting, Hobi. He'll get over it," Jin said over his shoulder.

"Jin," he said more loudly this time. "He is our packmate. And he is just asking us to listen to him. Now you're going to take me home and listen."

When Jin and Hobi arrived at the house the first floor was dark except for the sliver of light underneath the closed door to the spare room, but they could hear Yoongi's angry footsteps upstairs. Hoseok rushed up the stairs ahead of his mate to find Yoongi rummaging through drawers, pulling out shirts he thought were his. It had become difficult to tell the difference between yours, mine and ours. Five years together had made their lives enmeshed in the most intimate and simple ways.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked softly from the door.

"Making it easier for you all to move without me," Yoongi mumbled as he closed one drawer and opened another.

Hoseok's voice trembled as his hands did. "What do you mean?"

"If it's easy to make the decision to move without even asking then it doesn't matter if I go with you, right? So I'm taking my stuff, and you can take the rest."

"Yoongi, that's not true," his omega said, stepping closer to try to stop his hands.

"Hoseok, back off."

He let out a small whimper. "We made a mistake. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, but I know I was wrong, okay? Please, let's sit down and talk about it calmly."

Yoongi held still, trying his best to resist acting out. He wouldn't get violent. He wouldn't get physical no matter how much he felt like exploding. Not to Hobi. "I don't feel calm right now. I need you to give me some space and let me do this."

"No!" He whined. "Don't do this! Don't leave us, please?"

"Who's leaving who, Hobi?!"

"It's not like that, Yoongi, honestly."

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?" Jin said from the door.

A growl started in Yoongi's chest when his eyes fell on the alpha.

"It's just a house, Yoongi," he added.

"Maybe to you. Maybe to you it's just a place to live."

"What else is it then Yoongi?" Hoseok asked, desperate to understand what was going on in his head.

Yoongi sighed and hung his head back to stare at the ceiling. "You guys are so privileged. You don't get it. You grew up in homes that were yours, where you were born and where you belonged. Then you came here to live in your own home. You take it for granted that wherever you go to live will be your home. You don't know what I know. What Jimin and Y/N and even Tae knows! Do you get that this is the only place I've ever felt I belonged? That until I came to live here and you accepted me, that I was only ever a guest wherever I was? Do you know what living with that kind of insecurity is like? This is the only place I've ever felt safe and you've just taken that from me."

"It will be the same at the new house, Yoongi," Hoseok spoke softly. "It will be your home."

"How can I know that? When it feels like you don't want me there because if you did you would have asked about my feelings before making such a huge decision? I feel so unsafe with you both right now. So if it seems like I'm acting childish, maybe I am, but I feel so out of control right now. And if that's how I feel, how do you think she will–" Yoongi's voice died.

"Y/N?" Hoseok asked after a heavy silence.

"She's gone, Yoongi," Jin reminded him and received a black, watery glare in return.

"She's not. Jimin saw her today. She's not ready to live with us but she went to Jimin for help, so she might. Only if she comes here, we'll be gone. And what would she think except that your offer to stay meant nothing and that there is no place that's safe. You're pack alpha. You're supposed to make us safe."

Jin watched Yoongi as he ranted and felt his anger soften. The man was right, he hadn't considered those things at all. If he was being honest he hadn't cared if Yoongi or the others disagreed with their choice of home, but he hadn't even considered that they might have such a strong reaction. The new house was a better one, and he thought that would be all that mattered. When he finally responded, he spoke as softly as he could. "Yoongi, I didn't mean to make you feel that way. Honestly, I didn't know that it would matter that much, and I'm sorry. But you're safe and you belong in our new home just as much as you do here."

Yoongi scoffed. "A year ago I might have believed you."

"What do you mean?" Jin questioned and didn't miss the way Hoseok's back stiffened.

"You've been pushing us all out ever since you started trying to get Hobi pregnant," Yoongi accused.

"Not this again."

"Yes, this again! Every time Hobi goes into heat you treat the rest of us like we're less important than you. Like you're the main character and we're all just the supporting cast."

"Because he's my husband! He's my omega! This is my pack! If you hate it that much then go find Y/N and start your own! See if I care!"

"Jin!" Hoseok cried as if in pain.

"Fine! I will!"

"Yoongi, no! Both of you stop it. Don't say shit you don't mean. No one is leaving. Fuck!" Hoseok stepped close to Yoongi and cradled the alpha's face in his hands. "Please, baby. Don't leave me. I swear. We can work this out. Calm down, please." A tear dropped down Yoongi's cheek, and Hoseok wiped it away with his thumb. Yoongi wrapped his hands gently around his wrists and pulled his hands away.

"I'm sorry, Hobi. I just…" his eyes flickered to Jin. "I just need some space right now."

He took the bag he had been filling with random t-shirts that may or may not have been his and walked past Hoseok, past Jin and down the stairs. He didn't know how much they heard, but Namjoon, Tae and Jungkook all stared at him as he moved quickly through the living room toward the spare room, which Jimin had been readying for both of them to sleep in.

The others slowly made their way upstairs to see their pack alpha and omega. It wasn't particularly that they wanted to comfort Jin and Hobi, but they all knew there was nothing they could do for Yoongi at the moment, and none of them had gotten the chance to say their piece yet. They found Hoseok sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window that looked out onto the street, while Jin remained by the door, both speechless and not acknowledging the other.

"Are you here to leave us, too?" Jin asked bitterly.

"Hyung, don't get angry with us. Especially when you're the one who caused this," Jungkook spoke softly. Despite being the youngest, he had known Jin longer than anyone, except Hoseok, and he wasn't afraid to tell him the truth.

"I'm the bad guy for wanting to give my family a better home?"

"No, hyung," Namjoon answered as he sat on the corner of the mattress, facing his alpha. "But at any point did you even think to ask us what any of us thought would make a better home for all of us?"

"We've been looking for a long time and none of you have ever said anything," Jin defended.

"You and Hobi have been looking," Taehyung corrected. "You show him things you're looking at. Maybe we should've spoken up before, but we didn't know how. Honestly I've been kind of terrified of what's going to happen and then…this was kind of sudden."

Hoseok turned to see his youngest alpha with a tear-streaked face. "What are you afraid of Tae?"

He sank down onto the bed beside his omega, facing him and letting the contact of their legs sooth his fraying nerves just a bit. "I guess…I don't really know what's going to happen when you eventually have Jin's baby. I'm not sure what it's going to mean for the rest of us."

"What do you mean? It will be everyone's baby. It will only add to our pack," Jin told them, a little shocked by Taehyung's implication.

"Then why does it matter so much if the baby is yours? Why can't it be any of ours? Mine or Namjoon's or Jimin's? If nothing will change between all of us, then why has so much changed already?" Tae wondered in a shaky voice.

"We're still a pack. Nothing has changed. We'll still be a pack," Jin tried to assure him.

"With all due respect, Jin, only you, Hobi and Jungkook know what it's like to have a pack this big." Namjoon shrugged. "The rest of us don't know what happens to other partners when a couple has a baby. We've just been following your lead, and it seems like…I don't know. We get pushed to the edge?"

Hoseok choked down a whine. He didn't know why, but he'd known his husband was struggling for months with his feelings about having a child. When he couldn't get Jin to talk about it, he decided just to support him in any way he could. That had mostly meant going along with his ideas and boosting his confidence. He hadn't realized how much he had been neglecting his other pack members. Suddenly it made so much more sense that Jungkook, Yoongi and Taehyung had been spending so many nights outside his nest when he realized they didn't feel as welcome there.

Hoseok reached out to grip the back of Tae's neck and meet his eyes. "Tae, baby, your home will always be with us. And I'm so so sorry for not making that clear enough, and for not discussing it with you before we made such a big decision."

Tae smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around the omegas middle to bring him closer. It was far from making everything better, but he still appreciated being told explicitly that he was still wanted. "Things might change when you have Jin's baby," he said, not able to keep the worry from his voice even though he kept it quiet.

"Why is everyone so obsessed with the fact that it will be my baby?" Jin grumbled.

"Why are you so obsessed, hyung? You said the baby will be all of ours, so why does it have to be you?" Jungkook reiterated the question they could never get a straight answer for.

"I have a family line to uphold. I know you all don't understand that, but it's important!" Jin cried out, finally cracking under the crushing weight of that pressure.

"Is it more important than not alienating your pack? Is your family–which already has a whole group of kids to carry on its name–is it more important than the one we've spent a decade building?" Hoseok asked, looking at Jin for the first time since Yoongi had left the room.

"No. Of course not," Jin sighed.

"Since when was it ever important to you anyway?"

"Well, you are my husband. Shouldn't your first child be mine?"

"You didn't answer the question, Jin," Hoseok said sternly, crossing his arms.

"Fine! It's never been important to me. But it is important to them! And I thought maybe if I could prove to my mother that I'm a proper pack alpha then for once she wouldn't look at me like a huge failure!" The loudness of his voice got away from him even though he felt relief for finally getting that off his chest.

"I cannot believe this is about your mother!" Hoseok shouted back. "You're going to risk losing Jimin and Yoongi over your mother, who has never treated you the way that she should?"

"What do you mean lose Jimin?" Jin asked seriously.

"Look around, Jin. Where do you think he is right now? Do you honestly believe that if Yoongi goes, Jimin won't go with him?" Jungkook asked. The thought caused him a great deal of pain. Everyone relied on Jimin, more than he probably knew. But he understood, because even if Jin was being a complete ass, Jungkook knew he would stick with him, too.

"Who else wants to go with them?" Jin looked around the room. Half expecting to see every hand raised.

"No one wants to go, hyung. Not even Yoongi," Tae told him. "We just want to know it matters if we stay."

Jin rushed to sit behind Tae on the bed, covering the younger man's back with his chest. "Of course, Tae. Of course it matters. I would never want to live without any of you," he promised. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being the pack alpha you deserved and for making you think you weren't important to me. Hobi, I'm sorry for causing all this drama and putting you in the middle of it. I never meant to. I was just-"

"A spoiled brat."

Jin sighed and flopped back into the nest on his back. "Yeah. And I need Yoongi, too. To put me in my place when I'm clearly out of line and out of touch."

Jungkook crawled onto the bed to where his leader rested and pulled back his bangs to lay a kiss on his forehead. "We can all do that. But you do have to apologize to Yoongi…if you want him to come with us."

Jin looked sadly into the betas eyes. "Of course I want him to come with us. How would we manage without him?"

"What if he won't come?" Namjoon asked. "What if…I think she's more important to him than we are."

Hoseok still faced away from the group, but spoke clearly. "She's not. He just knows she needs him, more than we do. Or at least, more than we've been showing him. Jin needs a baby and Yoongi needs that omega if we're ever going to have any peace."

"Hobi–"

"Everyone get out."

"Hobi, wait–"

"You're in my nest with your work clothes on. Get up. Go get some pizzas because I don't have time to cook tonight. Get cleaned up before you think about crawling in here again."

Hoseok's boys didn't wait to be told twice before moving and getting out of his way.

Yoongi entered the spare room while Jimin was in the bathroom and flopped onto the bed. The beta had used the blankets from your brief nest to make the bed more cozy. Your sweet apple scent was fading, but he took a deep breath in while he could.

"I'm sorry, it's not a proper nest," Jimin said from the door to the bathroom. It could never be a real nest unless it was made by an omega.

Yoongi raised his hand in the air toward Jimin. "It will be great if you come down here with me."

Jimin did as he was bid and cuddled into his usual spot, draping his body half way over his hyung's. Yoongi took a deep breath of him, lavender and apples and regrets.

"I don't like hearing them fight," Yoongi said after several minutes.

"I know. But it's not your fault. It had to happen eventually," Jimin reassured him.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, hyung."

"I'm acting like I know all the right things to do, but right now I don't know. I don't–" Yoongi tried to hold a sob that was caught in his throat. "I don't want to leave, Jimin. Truly. I love it here so much. I love them. All of them. Even Jin. Even when he's being the world's biggest asshole. But he–"

Jimin stroked his hand along Yoongi's chest to calm his breathing. "It's okay, Yoongi. I trust you. Whatever decision you make, I'll be with you. If there really isn't room for you and me anymore, we'll find our own place. We'll find Y/N. We'll make a home together."

Yoongi pulled Jimin tighter to him and sobbed into his shoulder, whispering repeated apologies while Jimin tried to hush him until they fell asleep just like that.

It had killed Yoongi to leave Jimin in the middle of the night to go to work, but he'd made it through the shift with that hollow, numb feeling left in your chest after you've expelled all your other emotions. He didn't realize how many had actually been boiling in his chest and for how long until he finally got them out. He hoped that he'd make it home in time to drive Jimin to work, but when he arrived, only Jin and Hobi were in the kitchen. Their eyes met with his briefly before he ducked into the spare room and shut the door. He knew he'd have to speak to them eventually, but he wasn't ready yet. The raw anger caused by built-up hurts that he let explode yesterday was gone. He almost didn't feel angry at all anymore. But all the hurt was still there, but while he couldn't tell them how to fix it, talking to each other would only risk inflicting more harm. He showered quickly before he sank into bed and fell asleep surrounded by the scent of you.

When he woke in the afternoon he laid in bed and listened to the soft sound of Hobi's footsteps moving from room to room, already organizing to move their whole lives across town. The papers had already been signed. The decision wouldn't be changed. It was fine. Yoongi got up and changed into basketball shorts and an old extra large t-shirt (which was in fact Namjoon's), slipped on his basketball shoes and walked straight from the bedroom out the door before he could be caught out by anyone.

Yoongi kept his basketball in his car because he was always ready for a pick up game. He tended to have a relatively new one at any given time because when all the balls at the shelter inevitably wandered off, he would leave his and go straight to buy a new one or two. He picked up the ball from the floorboard of the backseat where it wouldn't roll around too much and headed into the shelter.

Nina, or anyone else who might be working, never stopped to ask him what he needed anymore as he strolled past the desk. She merely offered a pleasant 'hello, how ya been?' And let him be on his way. He went straight back to Jimin's office first.

"Come in," Jimin said quietly when Yoongi knocked on his door. The alpha could see the exhaustion on his face as soon as he walked in. "Hey," he smiled tiredly, but he was genuinely relieved to see the man.

"Hey, sweetheart. How are you?" Yoongi went around the desk to give him a hug they both needed. He nuzzled Jimin's head under his chin, making sure to give him a good scent marking like he had intended to do this morning.

"I'm alright. Just tired."

Yoongi crouched down to examine the beta's face more closely. There were dark bags under his eyes and an unfamiliar frown on the usually happy man's lips. "Did you sleep after I left last night?"

"Off and on," Jimin shrugged and continued when he saw Yoongi breathe in to speak. "And before you say sorry to me one more time, don't! You're banned from apologizing for anything."

Yoongi closed his mouth to pout for a second before he asked, "for how long?"

"Until you've done something you need to apologize for. And that doesn't include going to work or leaving me on my own for a few hours. I'm a big boy, Yoongi."

"Well…:

"Don't even start, hyung!"

Yoongi chuckled and pulled him in for a chaste kiss before he stood. Leaning against the desk, he took a look around Jimin's small office. "Anything interesting happen today?"

Jimin knew what he meant to ask, but he hadn't seen or heard from you. "Not today."

"Okay then." Yoongi did his best not to sound disappointed. "I'm going to go shoot some hoops for a while and then I'll drive you home. Make sure you tell Joon." Jimin hummed, and Yoongi turned to leave but stopped and hesitated a moment before he asked, "How was it this morning? I wanted to drive you but–"

Jimin waved his hand dismissively. "It was fine Yoon, don't worry. We didn't talk or anything, but we don't normally talk much on the way to work."

Yoongi grinned. "Neither of you are morning people."

"I'm literally amazed we make it to work every morning," Jimin agreed.

When Yoongi got to the basketball court it was empty. It was unusual, but not a total shock. It was really a lovely spring day out and if the kids wanted to soak up some of the sun's energy, that was perfectly understandable. He didn't mind playing alone for a bit until someone came in; they eventually would. He stretched before warming up a little and practicing his free throws. There was something calming about having a basketball in his hands. No matter where or when, the feel of the ball at his fingertips never changed. No matter where he moved to or who was around to play, there was always a court, always a game. If it wasn't for basketball he might not have met Jimin at the court where Jimin went to meet his friends even though he never played.

He let his mind wander as he dribbled and shot, all according to muscle memory. There was too much on his mind for it to completely go silent, but he let the thoughts run through him instead of trying to control him, and by the time someone came to break up his solo practice, Yoongi had a plan.

Earlier in the morning, Jungkook and Taehyung had gone to get moving boxes and soft packing materials. Since then, Jungkook had gone to work and Tae was responsible for getting his painting room packed and cleaned, leaving Hoseok alone in the kitchen carefully packing dishes with one eye on the front door and the other on the clock, just waiting for his packmates to come home.

When Jin comes home first, he can't help but feel a short pang of disappointment. He'd been dying to see Yoongi all day, just to be able to look at him and know he was doing better. Even though he knew that was probably too much to expect. Even though he didn't feel like he should be forgiven yet.

He couldn't believe how thoughtless they had been—how inconsiderate he had been. When Jin first took him to the house, Hoseok fell in love immediately. He could imagine them all there so easily and picture how their lives would blossom and thrive there. He even pictured you there. There were two smaller bedrooms down the hall from the master suite. One would make a charming room for the children, and the other would be a perfect room for you, at least until you got more comfortable with them. There was space for everyone and Hoseok just wanted it so badly. They moved too fast, but it all seemed to fall into place so perfectly. He had overlooked any immediate concerns in view of the future happiness they would all have, and now he felt terrible for it. Knowing he was complicit in how things played out was the only thing keeping him from being cold toward Jin. Even though he still didn't fully understand Jin's own motivations and wasn't ready to talk about it, he knew it wasn't all Jin's fault. And it wasn't only Yoongi that he needed to make amends to, although the others he felt certain he could placate with plenty of TLC and reassurance. What he didn't know now was whether Yoongi would even give him the chance. And then there was Jimin, who hadn't said a word and hid himself away. Hoseok wasn't sure quite what the beta was feeling, but he knew that when he found things too difficult to face, he tended to hide behind Yoongi and let the alpha speak for him.

Hoseok's focus snapped to the door the instant it opened again and was relieved to see his two smallest packmates enter together. Yoongi met his eyes and he couldn't help brightening up just a bit. At least they'd come home. Jimin went straight to the kitchen where Hoseok was wrapping bowls in paper and washed his hands. After he dried them, Jimin hugged his back. Hosek froze for a split second at the unexpected contact before he melted into Jimin.

"Do you want me to order dinner tonight? I've been craving Chinese all day," Jimin said, nuzzling the omegas back in a way that made him want to purr.

"That sounds great, Jiminie," he smiled and missed him the moment the beta let go. Jimin didn't go far though, only pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table.

Yoongi took a bowl from the stack on the table and a piece of brown paper and began to wrap it carefully, but Hoseok laid his hand over Yoongi's.

"You don't have to help," he said softly.

Yoongi paused and looked him in the eyes for a long moment. "Am I still a part of this pack?"

"Of course you are."

"And I'm still one of your alphas?"

"Always, Yoongi," Hoseok assured him.

He shrugged and began wrapping again. "Then of course I'm helping. You need me. I'm an expert mover."

"Yoongi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to exclude you. I was thoughtless and I'm really so sorry," he rushed out, unable to go another second without at least trying to put things right.

Yoongi gave him a half smile. He bit back the knee-jerk 'it's okay' because they both knew it wasn't. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry for flipping out."

Hoseok shook his head. "It was a big deal and you reacted the only way you could."

Yoongi sank into a chair and covered his face with his hand. "I felt like a stupid teenager, yelling at my mom because I didn't know what else to do."

Hoseok frowned and reached for his hand. "I feel terrible that we triggered that for you."

"It's alright, Hobi. What you and Jin did was shitty, but I think I was brewing for a while. I should've noticed last week with how upset I got over Y/N, but I think going to her old apartment set me off. My mom and I lived in a few places like that, and those were the most chaotic times of my life."

"I'm sorry, my love," Hobi said again, stroking his hand.

Yoongi laughed and looked at Jimin, who was already looking at him. He ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, I get it now." Jimin grinned back, but Hoseok only looked confused. "No more apologies, Hobi. I've already forgiven you. It's done."

Hoseok pouted for a moment. He didn't feel like he'd said enough. "I have to say sorry to Jimin, too. I should've thought more about your feelings."

Jimin shrugged. "I know you won't let it happen again.

Hoseok nodded and continued. "I need you to know you'll always be a part of this pack. I shouldn't have been in such a rush, but you have to know that it was because I could see how happy we could all be there. I even have Y/N's room picked out already."

Yoongi's back straightened. "Y/N's room?"

"Yeah. I don't know how you would, but I just feel like you'll definitely find her, and she has to be part of our pack."

Yoongi felt the slightest twinge of possessiveness, wanting you to be only his. But his fingers tightened around the omega's. "Thanks, Hobi."

"Does that mean you'll move with us?" Jin asked softly as he entered the kitchen.

Yoongi looked at Hoseok and shook his head. "Not yet. I think I should stay here a while."

"When I saw her yesterday, I told her that if she needed anything she could come here. Yoongi and I want to stay for a while to see if she comes," Jimin explained the plan Yoongi had discussed in the car. Even though they accepted Hoseok's apology and wanted to stay with the pack, they knew they still needed some time to cool loff from the hurt their packmates had caused, and waiting for you would help, especially if you actually did show up like they hoped.

Jin nodded thoughtfully before meeting Yoongi's eyes. "That's fine. The house is already listed, but you can stay until it sells. And in the meantime I'll do anything I can to win your trust back. I hope you know how sorry I am for how I've made you feel."

Yoongi nodded but said nothing, knowing that trust could only be built with time.

A/n: i am the tiniest bit sorry about mc being basically absent this chapter. But all in good time i swear. 💜

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hazyskyline · 2 years ago

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unloyal | k. taerae

desc. | one night, (y/n) receives a text which permanently alters the way he views his beloved boyfriend.

pairing | unloyal!taerae x boyfriend!reader

genre | angst, optional happy ending

word count | 612 w/o happy ending, 731 w/ happy ending

warnings | cheating, cursing

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you kept looking at the text. clicking off. tapping it again. click off. tap on. repeat. it was undeniable evidence. taerae was cheating on you.

it would explain the nights where he wouldn’t come home, the nights he said he was practicing late. you would be home, lying in the bed made for two, worried sick about him. and when he finally did arrive home?

“sorry, i promise i’ll be home sooner next time!”

although you were wary of these nights, you kept believing him. you were just happy to see your loving, loyal boyfriend again.

were.

as you sat on the couch of your shared apartment, tears rolling down your face, you clicked on the text again. 10 photos. 10 photos of him and this, this.. new girl.

the door started to creak open and you turned to face it.

the door was now fully open and there he was. your “perfect, amazing” boyfriend.

“oh, i didn’t expect you to be in the living room. sorry i’m home so late, i got caught up-”

“with someone else?” you interrupted him.

taerae looked taken aback for a second before quickly walking to the couch and taking a seat next to you. “what are you talking about love?” he looked at you with the most endearing eyes and the widest smile you’ve seen.

you wanted to break down. you wanted nothing more than to hug him and say that nothing was happening. you wanted to go back to the time when you two could lay together, tangled in each other’s limbs. seeing that smile, it made you falter before regaining your composure.

you pulled up the text again. “this. this is what i’m talking about,” you handed him your phone. he scrolled through the photos, looking back up to you.

“who- who sent you these?” he questioned.

you scoffed, “does it fucking matter, taerae? because personally, all that matters right now is the fact that you cheated on me.”

he looked at you with glossy eyes, “i- i was going to tell y-”

“how long?” you asked, dead serious.

“what?”

“how long have you been dating her?” you questioned, voice flat.

“3 months..” he admitted, head facing the cushion under him.

your vision once again became blurry. 3 months. 3 goddamn months.

“so let me just clear up any confusion,” you began sarcastically, wildly upset and angry at taerae, “we’ve been together for 7 months, and you’ve been dating this girl!, for half that time?” you scoffed again, paused, taking a deep breath.

“get out.”

taerae looked up at you. “wait! please.. honey.. i was going to break up with her! i was going to break up with her tomorrow! please! please, just give me a second chance!” tears were now streaming down his face. he pulled you into a hug. “please.. i love you.”

you stood still with his arms wrapped around you. your eyes were puffy and red as you pushed him away. “get out. if you love me, you’ll leave,” you said, trying to be stern but your voice cracked mid sentence.

he stared at you, tears flowing down his face. he took a step back before walking to the door. he turned around to give you one last desperate gaze. he turned back, turning the knob, and walking out the apartment.

you sat on the couch, holding a pillow close to you. you sobbed leaving wet spots on your pillow. you sobbed thinking about the time you spent together. your first date, the way he serenaded you, his bright smile, when he would try teaching you guitar, the way you laughed together.

when he was still yours.

bonus, optional happy ending!

you woke up, eyes watery, pillow soaked with tears. right, last night happened. last night where you kicked taerae out and he left… he was right next to you. you checked your phone.

no messages about taerae.

it was all a dream? it was all a dream!

you hugged taerae tightly and he stirred awake.

“huh.. what’s this about?” taerae groggily asked as he smiled at you.

“just a bad dream tae. unrelated but.. can we promise to love each other until we die?” you suggested extremely relieved and full of joy.

though not fully understanding everything that was happening at the moment, he nodded eagerly. “of course, and i’ll be sure to uphold that promise even after we die.”

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a.n. | second work! i’m experimenting with different genres, but i really hate sad endings 🤧🤧 the bonus ending is for my fellow happy ending enthusiasts :D again feel free to leave any criticism in the comments!

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ncisfranchise-source · 5 months ago

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Be honest. When NCIS premiered in 2003, did you really expect it to be going strong and with a full franchise built around it 22 years later?

JAG was a success, but NCIS outperformed even the wildest of expectations of a spinoff to become a cultural juggernaut that shows no signs of slowing down.

Can you imagine a TV lineup without at least one version of NCIS? When you’re looking at decades of long-running entertainment and on-demand watch possibilities, it’s impossible.

Gibbs: The Guy Who Said More with a Look than Most People Say in a Speech

Even years after he stepped back from leading the team, Leroy Jethro Gibbs remains the backbone of NCIS. There’s a reason the character is getting the prequel treatment — he’s iconic.

The man barely speaks, but when he does, you know he means business. Mark Harmon‘s use of the less-is-more approach worked like magic. Without his performance, Gibbs, as we know him, wouldn’t exist.

Gibbs may have a permanent poker face, but you never questioned the emotions brewing just under the surface. A quick nod or a stern look would have everyone falling in line.

You might have wondered if NCIS could survive Harmon stepping back, but the show hasn’t lost its edge with his absence.

The story continued steadfastly on. Harmon has remained a fixture behind the scenes, and even if he’s not the face we see when we turn on NCIS, we can still feel Gibbs’s presence in every episode.

The Unlikely Family Dynamics

You don’t have to be ashamed to admit that falling in line with the NCIS team is your guilty pleasure.

Solving mysteries is done all over the place on TV.

Creating dynamic relationships on-screen can be like lightning in a bottle. You can have the most talented actors and the best writers, and the relationships can fall flat.

NCIS banter is magical, and the agents are one of a kind.

They feel like family, albeit a highly dysfunctional one. They work hard and play hard, ribbing each other like kids while chasing down murderers. Sounds just like home, right?

Every time a character left, viewers braced for disappointment, thinking, “There’s no way this can work now.” But every time, NCIS proved us wrong.

Newer faces like Torres and Knight managed to slip into the team without feeling like knock-offs. Even Gary Cole’s Alden Parker didn’t try taking Gibbs’s place.

NCIS has the unique ability to let go of the past while still feeling familiar. Maybe it’s because the past is never forgotten, just like with family.

Balancing Intensity and Humor – A Lesson in How to Laugh Right After a Murder

Murder is a rough business. Nobody wants to be murdered, but even solving them takes a little getting used to. Laughter helps.

NCIS has a knack for making us giggle right after exploring a grisly murder scene. Cracking jokes, nerdy habits, or obscure historical facts in the middle of an autopsy sound offputting, but those survival tactics work on screen and off.

NCIS manages a nearly perfect balance between dark crime drama and light-hearted scenes that keep viewers from dwelling on a story’s gloomier details.

Without that perfected blend, the rotating cast, and holding tightly to the past while never losing sight of the future, NCIS might have gotten stale or, even worse, too heavy to bear repeat viewing.

But NCIS never forgets to have fun. One minute, they’re uncovering a terrorist plot, and the next, Torres is getting roasted for his ridiculous undercover disguises.

That humor makes the show feel like a comfortable old friend. No matter how serious things get, there’s always a laugh waiting in the wings.

Ridiculousness (Not the Show. The Cases!)

Okay, so some of the crimes are… let’s say, out there.

I mean, how many terrorists are out there targeting Navy personnel? Wouldn’t we know if this was a thing, let alone one that spans 22 years and an entire franchise?

But NCIS has a way of making even absurd stories feel personal. The stakes are always high, and as ridiculous as it sometimes seems, we’re all in for every case.

Like many other successful mystery shows, the why and how of crime solving is just as important as the who, and using that standard allows NCIS to weave in bigger, season-spanning arcs like ongoing terrorist threats or complicated political conspiracies.

Sure, some of these cases might stretch credibility, but the team keeps us invested. Feeling like family allows us to forget we’re watching a procedural and get caught up in the larger story.

Comfortable might not be the go-to word for a crime show, but for many, NCIS is just that.

It is so satisfying to settle in with characters you know well as they successfully pluck bad guys off the street (and out of the water) and put them behind bars.

The cast and the stories may change, but in a chaotic world, the reliability of these crime-solving characters to make things right before the hour ends puts NCIS high on the list of comfort TV.

It’s not high-concept TV and won’t win any awards for groundbreaking storytelling. But it’s the show that makes us feel, for an hour a week, like everything will be okay.

That’s something we all need sometimes.

#ncis

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chocoshrooms · 2 years ago

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Sorry for asking again but I hc that kagekao can shapeshift and I was wondering if you think that too if you do can you make a few scenarios about it

:: KAGEKAO as a shapeshifter (short scenario) ::

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Kagekao does not typically spend a whole lot of time at the residence where most of the creeps tend to stay. He is one of the creeps that is “in and out”, “stay a little while”, then dip out to do his own thing out in the world. That is why most of the creeps do not know Kage’s “powers” (if you can call them that). Kagekao is usually labeled just as the annoying wine drinking prankster demon. He finds this hilarious. But, Kage is kind of a show off. If he likes you, he will tell you more about what he can do. Or on the other hand, he will choose to scare the shit out of you just for laughs and giggles.

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You woke up sometime around noon, groggily getting yourself out of bed to start the day. You had plenty of paperwork to go through (thanks to Brian), so you thought it was best to sort through some of the papers before joining everyone for lunch. Lunch already? Wish I didn’t miss breakfast. Your growling stomach missed having that meal.

You took at seat at your desk chair, leaning into the plushness of the pillows under your body. The stack of papers looked way bigger than before now that you are actually going to do something about them. Sighing and giving your back the crack it needed, you got to work filling in some blanks.

You did not know how much time had passed before you heard a soft knock coming from the bedroom door- TAP TAP- uh no, window?

Curious, you stood from the comfort of your chair, enough to give the curtains a little tug so you could look out. You were more startled than anything, your room was on floor three, who would be able to get up there??

Looking out, you noticed something sitting by your window staring right back up with you with big, curious eyes.

“Uh… kitty?” You questioned to no one.

Confused, but more concerned for the feline, you unlatched the locks to your window and pulled it upwards, the light breeze from outside tickling your face as it blew through the opened space. The cat simply walked over and jumped onto the windowsill as if it knew what to do already.

“Uhm, hi?” You whispered, hearing the soft purrs coming from the cat, who now started patting their front paws against the windowsill. The cat did not respond- of course it wouldn’t.

“Hello.”

Wait, what? Wait… did that cat just speak?

You could not help yourself from jumping and taking at least ten steps backwards, almost tripping over the shoes next to your bed. No way this just happened. You definitely have met way more bizarre creatures here, including some of the creeps, but nothing like a normal looking cat speaking to you.

“Why have you chose me to speak to? I KNEW IT. Just like when my childhood pet Hammy the hamster spoke to me and no one believed me!” You squealed, picking yourself back up and scrambling over to the cat.

Their soft black fur was long and well kept, you reached towards them to give a couple pats to their head to which they leaned into, a soft purr coming from them. That’s when you noticed a collar underneath their fur, almost surrounded by it but barley noticeable. It was a dark black leather, hard to see from far away. You gently picked up the cat (which they surprisingly allowed), and placed them in your lap to better view the collar.

Carved into the leather was a name. Kage.

“Kage,” you repeated out loud, “uh, like Kagekao? Do you belong to him by chance?”

“Not belong,” you jumped when the cat spoke again, “I am him, silly.”

Quicker than the cat could think, you were tossing them away from you and onto the bed.

“No way! You can shapeshift? Kagekao, really? I thought I was having a moment there!” You felt like ripping your hair out.

Almost instantly, black smoke filled the area around the cat and Kagekao appeared himself, laughing.

“I got you good darling, didn’t I? The look on your face is priceless!” Kagekao was sitting on your bed, his legs crossed at the knees. You wanted to punch him so bad.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I hate your dumb pranks, they’re not even funny.”

“Ah Darling, don’t be that way!” Kagekao cooed, patting the bed beside him to ask you to sit. You shook your head and he laughed.

“Now, was it Hammy, right? What happened with him?”

Your face burned in embarrassment and you went straight to pushing the demon off your bed, then trying to shoo him out your room. “Just leave me alone!” You yelled, pushing to no avail.

Kagekao picked at you some more while slowly etching towards the door, allowing your to open it and push him out. “Don’t be this way, Darling! It was just a little joke-“ you closed the door before he could go on. His laughter echoed down the hallway.

That was embarrassing. You thought, you definitely have to get him back soon.

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I ONLY did one scenario, but i can do more if you’d like, just ask! my mind went blank so i just posted this one before i forgot to post and before my baby wakes up for the day :’) thanks for requesting! y’all checkout my page and let me know what else you’d like to see! i have no requests as of right now so don’t be afraid to ask for something, it’ll be out next if you do ask! thanks for reading 🍫🍄. <3

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sentientgopro · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I know this might sound odd, but I kinda want to keep track of how my feelings have been changing seeing as my life just turned upside down a few days ago. Something feels weird about keeping a note to myself, idk why, For some reason I feel kore comfortable posting it to the internet. Well, I guess that is kinda the point of a blog? Anyway, if youre seeing this but not my last post on Monday, I think I cracked on Sunday Night.

That first post was comprised of how I was feeling Sunday Night- Monday Morning (10/11 Dec) and, well, I'm not going to repeat it. Monday was... weird. I didn't feel great, although thats not significantly out of the ordinary, but I was facing a difficult question I would rather not have to answer, especially when the obvious conclusion was such a difficult one to follow through and act on. It was a question Id rather die than face.

Monday evening was when I decided to start truly planning for the possibility. I may not know If Im right yet, and depending on how hard it may be, I was wondering if it was even worth it. Then I had a look at some trans timelines, and asked people about HRT options, and that was what changed my fuckin life. It was then that I saw how real this was and just how possible this was. The realisation that this was on the cards for me (after a 2 year wait) made me feel really fucking good. Like best Ive felt in a long time. Ive been running on fumes, a list of people to outlive, and "My cats would miss me" but this provided a positive reason to keep going, something to look forward to. For the first time in ages, I wanted to Carry On, not just felt like I had to. And this feeling/ realisation also helped in validating my feelings, that Im not just making it up.

And then came tuesday. The best day Ive had in a long time. I've heard people say "Transitioning may not solve all your problems, but it can make them feel worth solving" but I realised I had that in reverse. My problems are affecting my academic success, so to get out this house and get to Uni, I need to start fixing/ overcoming those problems. My problems feel worth solving so that I can get to transition. I got more done that day and focused easier than I have in a long time.

Later into Tuesday, I considered what my future could look like now. How might it affect other parts about me? I considered my Aroace identity, might it affect that? And I quickly realised I might not be Aro. Why could I see myself happily in a relationship in the future, as a girl, but not as a guy? Hell, I took the idea out of relationships, and realised I couldn't see a happy future at all as a guy. Ive known this for a while, and kinda brushed it off as "Modern society sucks ass" and "Who knows what the future holds" and shit like that, but if that was the case, I wouldnt see a happy future as a girl, which I do. This was another big help in feeling that Im not mistaken about my feelings, and also helps to explain why Ive always felt a little conflicted on my Aromanticism, because it wasn't. As for now, until I can transition, the label still fits. I still think Ill be Ace either way, but I cant know that until the time comes. It doesnt really matter, those labels can be pretty fluid, I shouldnt stress over it. The key takeaway here was that it seemed that Dysphoria was stopping me from wanting a relationship. Perhaps I was wrong about not feeling dysphoria, I think i might just have not been noticing it or understanding it.

I'm caught up to today, which hasn't really seen major developments. I acknowledged the fact that Ive been kinda subconsciously viewing myself as more feminine for years now, but I dont feel like that thought significantly leads anywhere beyond reinforcing how I feel. Most of my thought on this went towards music and lyrics, as now I have a whole new dimension of meanings to find in songs, completely changing how I see alot of them. For example, one song, that I havent been able to find any meaning to until now, has these lines across 2 different verses:

"I need time to break all the mirrors,

But my mind is in pieces and not ready to make it clearer,"

and

"Time to make it all clearer,

And if time never ceases I'll be ready to break the mirror"

After a quick google, the idea of "Breaking a mirror" means bad luck for years, before being okay, which can be interpreted to have fairly heavy parallels to a transition. The first version talks about needing to go through this period, but not being able to or not being ready. As much as I say I cant transition bc of living eith my controlling and transphobic parents, I also know I would not be ready to do it if that wasnt the case. But, as in the second version of these two lines, once I can make it all clearer, If I can just hold out until the end of the two years, if time keeps passing, I can break the mirror.

There are other parts of this song I like and find (questionable) trans meanings in, but these parts stand out. Song is "The Gift" by Kevin Sherwood and Elena Siegman for anyone wondering, I'd best describe it as Melodic heavy metal, heavy instrumentals courtesy of Kevin and beautiful vocal melody courtesy of Elena.

So that was pretty much my day today, finding little bits of meaning in various songs I already listen to. Although its only 2:30PM, there may be more to come later. Regardless, now that ive caught up, Im just going to be keeping every post as its own individual thought or topic. If you did actually read through this, thanks I guess? I dont know why I feel more comfortable writing this here than a private note. Ill only tag this with 196 because eh, why tf not.

#196 #personal logs

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kerothi · 5 months ago

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Jean waits, quietly. Keen to have an honest answer, this time, and not just the same polite reflex he'd been given the first time that he'd asked. He waits, watching as Marco piles their plates on top of one another and sets them off to the side for their server's convenience. Ever-so-helpful, Jean thinks. Even now. While it takes everything from his bounced knee, to his determinedly not tapped fingers to the table, for him not to try and jump in to help Marco.

He watches from behind the soft furl of his other fist settled pensively to his lips, as his friend picks the teapot up and has to adjust again before he's able to align the spout to his cup properly. It takes a lot fidgeting, (that twitchy leg and fingertips pressed to the table, dragged along the wood and curled into his palm, rinse and repeat,) for Jean not to tap out that restless, useless feeling while he lets him do it.

It's impossible not to feel rotten, still, but the least he could do is spare him that pity too.

As far as he can be, Marco supposes, eventually—and Jean tries real hard to let that be good enough. Nods softly along to his answer, even if his eyes carry about like he can see those little cracks at the edges of Marco's smile, like he can tell the little crinkle in the corner of his warm one-eyed gaze back just isn't quite... right somehow, still.

Are you sure? Jean has to swallow it; thinks he probably should, anyway. Has to be the last thing he wants from anybody, but least of all him, right? What kind of friend would he be if he had the nerve to drop by and start trying to mollycoddle him now?

This was our dream, wasn't it? Marco asks, and finally, Jean's finger taps as his knee goes still. He goes very still, then, staring back at him when he says, I never saw a future with me in the Military Police without you.

And Jean forces out a quiet little huff (now who's just being polite?) Taking his hand from his mouth and setting his palm to the table's edge when he sits himself right back in his chair, smiling just a bit, before his brow pinches again. Milk and sugar in his tea... That's how it was supposed to be, how he was supposed to like it too, wasn't it? All those fine little things... Just because he could have them, he'd have had them.

Now he doesn't even want milk and sugar in his tea. He'd only miss it more later.

Marco tells him he's proud of him for going where he's needed most and Jean shifts his gaze to the view outside the window instead, rolling his tongue in the closed hollow of his mouth like he could dislodge the sudden lump in his throat.

"Courage, yeah." He manages to laugh. It's cynical, and dry, but he manages it anyway. "Crazy, I'd probably go with more, but..." He shrugs, steers his eyes back down to his hands still pressed to the wood. Taps all of his fingers now, from pinky-to-index, a few times, while he dances around in his own thoughts. Takes his time with his own answers back for him, too, just... not as discreet about it as Marco had been with him.

"It just counts for somethin', you saying that. That's all." Briefly, his eyes catch up to the other boy's face again. His bright side first, then across to the side he can still see with his eyes closed, and Jean can only be grateful for the wrappings now that he sits across from him and tries to keep his pastries down. How drastically that day had changed the course of both of their lives. They'll be forever entwined in Jean's mind now. He reaches for his tea and mutters into the cup, "Counts for a lot, actually, so... thanks, to you. Gotta go and make myself useful now—or I'm just gonna feel bad."

@kerothi said : “ are you sure you’re okay? ” (to marco!)

Through wide windows sunshine poured like wild honey, lying in puddles on the floor of the bustling Sinian teashop. Together, they were painted into a picture of sophistication, surrounded on all sides by the almost musical hum of bone-achingly polite and banal conversation.

Lying was not a talent gifted to boys who wore their hearts on their sleeves, nor to men who held fast to the final fraying threads of old optimism. Deception was a skill that went undesired even now. Even when Jean’s question, reiterated, struck Marco like the fist of god.

What answer could he possibly give?

Nobody needed to know of the herculean effort it took to rise every morning, to extract himself from his mattress like a tooth rotten at its roots. Nobody needed to know how it felt to wash his corpse and brush its hair, to string his ruined body together with linen and leather. There was no articulating the grief and loneliness that came with walking a path parallel to that of his friends, how letters lacked the warmth and presence of flesh.

Nor was there any describing the crushing misery of finally taking a boyish dream between his teeth only to find it sour, spoiled like soft summer fruit. This was the bed he had begged for, and Marco would lie in it with all the grace he could muster, or could be tipped from a murky, amber bottle. Half a coderoin dissolved under his tongue filed the sharpest edges of his pain and kept his speckled fingers from trembling. Half a coderoin could cost him his police badge and more.

A patron breezed past with a slice of cake in hand. In the wake of their passing the scent of rosewater perfume washed over the pair, but Marco was consumed wholly by the weight of Jean’s gaze. It was like a living thing, warm and curious and concerned. Those eyes stroked over his face, sifted through dark hair now overdue a trim, traced the white linen wound around his skull, obscuring the ruin of his unseeing eye. To buy time, Marco stacked their empty plates – previously bearing pastries, now reduced to sticky crumbs and a sugary veneer on the lips – then he refilled both of their teacups. Starting with Jean’s, naturally. His movements were very careful, mostly fluid save when the spout of the teapot clattered against the ivory rim of his cup. Reduced to one eye, his world had fallen in on itself and become strangely flat. Marco had no choice but to navigate this two-dimensional plane, to move forward, to murmur apologies for moments of newfound and seemingly unavoidable clumsiness.

Only once he had served them both did he dare to look Jean in the face, to muster an answer. To his disappointment, it arrived anaemic and underwhelming:

“I don’t know. As far as I can be, I suppose.”

Marco shrugged affably, apologetically, with shoulders that had broadened in recent weeks. Fed on the rich and varied diet of the Interior, he had lengthened in the limbs, building on the muscle formed during the years of their shared training. His body was damaged, incomplete, aching, but it was nourished – and his smile remained much the same, save perhaps the sorrow that touched its edges. How easy it was to smile sincerely, for his expression to smooth into one that was fond, for his care to carve out a new and less confronting avenue of conversation. After all, Jean sat across the table from him. Tired and pinched with worry, but otherwise alive and well and here. How lucky he was to have someone care enough to come all this way, to ride into the glittering and polluted heart of Paradis.

“It’s strange. This was our dream, wasn’t it? I never saw a future with me in the Military Police without you.”

To his black tea Marco added a splash of milk, and a half-spoon of sugar. As he stirred, silver sang against porcelain.

“I’m proud of you, Jean, for going where you are most needed. I know that must have taken a great deal of courage.”

#naevose #v ; for the fallen #ic replies;#puffin i cant believe you really just came right out the gate and roundhoused my ass with this though #touché ma'am #now if you'll excuse me; i'm gonna go cry

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kilistina · 2 years ago

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could you pls do a one shot of eddie and a fem reader being at one of steve’s house parties together surrounded by their friends and fucking in front of everyone because they just can’t wait any longer? and him calling the reader “sweetheart”😵‍💫

no joke my mind has been RACING with this idea lately so pls make my dreams a reality😫 no pressure though ily

i gotchu baby <3

party-goers. pt1

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n eddie munson, exhibitionism vibes n just hot shit tbh.

•••

“Having fun back there, Eds?” You tease your boyfriend as you both dance together, your back pressed to his chest. He laughs and pulls you closer by your waist, planting a kiss on your neck.

It’s well past midnight. You’ve both been at Steve’s house for hours, and you don’t plan on leaving any time soon. You’re too high, too wasted to go to sleep or stop partying yet. Everybody else seems to be in the same boat.

Tonight’s been so enjoyable. You’re not exactly sure why. Is it the drugs? The alcohol? The music? All of it? You’re not sure but you’re going to make the most of it and have fun anyway. You’ve never felt so confident, and Eddie’s notice.

“I need you so bad." He murmurs against the skin of your neck, somehow pulling you even closer to him.

“What?" You furrow your eyebrows, chuckling at how affectionate..and more, he’s being. A blush creeps up onto your face, thankfully the lighting in the room is dim. Normally you see this side of Eddie in private, but in front of everyone? That’s new.

He’s got you all hot and bothered already and he’s only said five words.

“I need you,” He repeats himself, dropping his head down to your shoulder and peppering kisses along your skin, “So fucking bad."

You tilt your neck to the side to give him more access to you, but that doesn’t last long. You can’t wait much longer—you need to kiss him.

You turn around to face him and he doesn’t waste a second to lean down and kiss you. You smile against his lips knowing he cracked first, his tongue moving with yours at the perfect pace.

His nails are digging into your waist. You want him to dig them deeper.

You both kiss each other heatedly without a single care in the world. It’s just a kiss, right? Or five.

After a few too many kisses, you both eventually break apart, breathing heavily and smiling like school kids. Eddie runs a hand through his hair, his lips parted and glistening with you. You're all over him, even when you're not.

You twirl your fingers around his curls, tugging and making his jaw tense up as he tries to stifle a moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” He looks down at you, smirking as you continue to move to the rhythm of the music, “You know that?” He's getting comfortable.

You don't want that.

Refusing to let him take control of this moment, you take it back, pulling his hair back harder to make his head tilt. His neck is exposed. He moans.

You bring your lips to his neck, lightly grazing his skin but not quite touching him. He whines. You're taunting him.

You feel people watching you from across the room, the people who are closer to you are all busy in their own worlds dancing and trying not to bump into anyone. You don't mind the close proximity. In fact, you welcome it. You welcome the heat that radiates from everyone around you, the sexual tension that's looming in the air. everyone's feeling the same way, it's obvious. The only question right now is, who's going to do something about it?

You look up at Eddie's face, taking in the view. You love watching him when he's so worked up. The way his eyes flutter closed despite his best efforts to keep them open and on you. The way his eyebrows crease together in pleasure. The way his lips stay parted until he can't control himself anymore and has to bite down on them to shut himself up. He's so pretty.

Nobody makes you feel the way Eddie does. He drives you crazy. You love being crazy. Especially with him.

Once again you take control of the situation, pulling away from his neck when he least expects it. His eyes snap open and by the look on his face you'd think he's in pain. Perfect.

You smirk, knowing it's only you who can make him feel this way. Only you.

"Don't do that." He murmurs, his voice firm.

He needs you right now. You can see it in his eyes. You can feel it in his movements. He knows he can have you, too. He knows you’re playing hard to get now, but it’ll all end the same way. He knows that he wants you. What he doesn't know is that you want him more. You like being in control a little too much to give it up just yet.

"Do what?" You taunt, smirking up at him as he tenses up his jaw.

“You know what I want,” He runs his hands up and your arm and you swear your eyes are about to roll back from the pleasure, “Give it to me.”

“Hmm? What do you want?” You arch a brow, watching his eyes scan your face. He instinctively licks his bottom lip, moving closer to you and leaning down so that his lips are level with yours.

"I wanna fuck you, right here, right now." God.

"Right here?" You smirk, gauging his reaction. he smirks back.

"Right here." He repeats, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours.

"Right now?" You whisper against his lips. You can feel and see how much he’s physically refraining from closing the practically non-existent gap between your lips.

He nods slowly, finally moving forward to close the gap between you both, “Right now." Before he can kiss you, you move your head back and place a finger on his lips, stopping him.

"Absolutely not." You shake your head.

He lets out a breathy groan, leaning his head to your cheek and holding your waist in his big hands. “C'mon, sweetheart,” He whispers seductively in your ear, knowing the effect it has on you, “C'mon, please?"

“You’re a fucking menace.” You murmur.

“‘M yours.” He pulls his head back to look at you and he smirks down at you, his dimples showing on his obnoxious face. You just want to ride him here in front of everybody.

“Come here.” You grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you, and he lets out a moan against your mouth, wasting no time in kissing you back. The kiss is feverish, his lips moving against yours hard and fast. He lets his hands roam around your stomach, slowly moving up and under your shirt to grab a hold of your chest. You let out a quiet gasp as he roughly squeezes you between his palms.

“Yeah baby? You like that?” He whispers against your lips, grabbing you harder, “Gonna give me what I want?"

You struggle to stifle your moans. He reconnects his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, moving as close as possible to him. All you want right now is to ride him and see him sit there on the couch, taking it like a good boy. But then you'd be giving him exactly what he wants. Exactly what you both want, but no. You don't want to do that yet.

You want to torture him, don't you? Make him squirm? Turn him into a mess for you? How are you supposed to do that if you give him exactly what he's been asking for all night? No. Not yet.

For now, you have a better idea.

"No,” You murmur, surprising both Eddie and yourself in the process, “You are going to give me what I want."

"What is it that you want, sweetheart?" His eyebrowws furrow in mock-confusion.

You roam your hands down his chest, inching them closer to his cock and slowly—so fucking slowly—running your hand along the bulge in his jeans. “For you to speak when you're spoken to."

He shudders at your words. He likes when you’re like this. Noted. Your eyes wander down to where he wants you to look, and then back up to his face. His pretty face. His lips curl upward into a smirk and you can see the lust in his eyes. He's never wanted you so bad. You've never wanted him so bad, either.

"I know you can feel me,” His voice is low and slurred, he’s in his own world as you continue to give him crumbs of attention in the place he wants you the most, “Know you can feel how fucking bad I want you, sweetheart.”

You’re so wet. The way the dirty words roll off his tongue makes you even wetter. You take your hand away from him and he lets out a quiet whine. You smirk—you have him right where you fucking want him.

“You wanna feel me too?" You whisper and look up at him innocently.

He nods quickly, desperate for whatever you're willing to give him. So far, not much. You want to torture him. You want him crying out and begging for more of you. You want to teach him a lesson. You finally have the control, and you’re going to have some fun with it.

"What was that?"

"Y-yes," He breaths out a reply, stuttering, “God, fucking yes."

You arch a brow at him. He quickly catches on and corrects himself, "P-please. Please let me feel you, sweetheart." He’s sounding as desperate as ever. You could get used to this.

You’re about to grab one of his hands and guide them under your miniskirt, when he beats you to it and grabs your waist. He mindlessly thrusts his hips forward into yours, making you suck in a breath. He doesn't know it but it just took every ounce of energy you have not to scream out in pleasure and pull him closer.

Whether it's the alcohol and weed giving you this newfound dominance or whether it's just the luck of the draw for tonight, you don’t are. You’re going to make the most of it, and Eddie's going to let you.

The excitement of potentially getting caught, mixed with the excitement of finally having him wrapped around your pretty little finger is enough to make you cum on the spot, if you're honest.

"Your belt,” You nod down at his jeans, not able to wait any longer to begin, “Take it off."

He doesn't waste a single second in doing as he’s told. After all, he needs you.

•••

okay sooo there’s part 1. i wrote both parts in literally 40 mins, this one came so easily to me. such a fantasy tbh. second part is a lot more smutty, this one’s just the warm up ig. i like the buildup.

if you liked what you read then reblog n comment or some shit. feel free to give me any suggestions for new posts too. i loooove seeing what y’all want me to write ab next and i’ve honestly loved everything i’ve seen so far so i’ll be writing ab ‘em alllllll.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe <3

- k

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie smut #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #stranger things smut #stranger things eddie #fanfiction #i love eddie so much #suggestion tingz #kilistina #kilistina <3

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seasonsbloom · 2 years ago

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romeo! w/ “so…wanna have sex?” and “don’t tempt me” bc TENSION w/ rooster???

♡ pairing ; rooster x reader

♡ wc ; 700

♡ warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; explicit language; non-explicit sexual content, one mention of spanking

♡ note ; anon I'm sorry, this is a mess.... also I got a little carried away it's pointlessly long now.

The tricky thing about time is that it has this habit of speeding up when you want it to last and slowing down when you want it to fly. Right now, minutes seem to elongate into days. Seconds stick to each other like somebody poured glue into the spaces between them.

Point is: On this Tuesday, sitting in a room with a view of the tarmac, waiting for your turn to go up, time stretches like gum.

You throw another glance at the clock, see that it hasn’t even been five minutes since your last look, listen to the crackle on the radio, and sigh. Loud and long-suffering.

“Don’t,” Bradley grits out from his place on the couch, his back firmly to you and his arms crossed in front of his chest like he needs to shield himself.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you wanted to,” he mutters.

You grin at the back of his head and pop a grape into your mouth. The skin splits beneath your teeth, and the pulp explodes into your mouth, juicy and sweet. You make sure to chew especially loud, which earns you a glance over his shoulder. Complete with eyebrows furrowed and mouth pinched in annoyance. Your stomach gives an answering swoop, drops down, and soars back up within seconds.

“Don’t say anything,” Bradley says, but he’s not looking away, and a muscle in his chin ticks in a way that tells you either of two things could happen now. One: you get him back where you want him, back where you had him once and haven’t stopped thinking about since. Two: he commits actual homicide.

“I wasn’t going to,” you lie, roll another grape across your palm, pinch it carefully between your forefingers, and don’t break eye contact.

“Yeah,” Bradley repeats, but this time his voice dips just a little, “but you wanted to.”

You can’t keep the grin from spreading over your face, but you’re also not trying very hard to. “So…” you say, listening to the clock ticking away the seconds, so slow it’s torture. “Wanna have sex?”

Bradley looks away immediately, his head whipping toward the window so fast you think you can hear his neck cracking.

“I told you,” he says, words careful, pushed out from between clenched teeth, “that was a one-time thing.”

You sigh again, brace your elbows on the tabletop, and plop your chin on your folded hands. “Don’t be boring.”

Bradley huffs. “I’m not boring,” he says, and you have to bite back the chuckle. He sounds like a six-year-old. “Sorry, I don’t want to fuck somebody I don’t even like.”

“Oh.” You put a hand to your chest in mock affront. “You wound me.”

Bradley lifts a hand to wave your comment away. “You don’t like me much either.”

He’s not wrong there. Something about Bradley Bradshaw has been setting you off since the Naval Academy. You don’t like his insistence on looking like a seedy pimp from the seventies who somehow found himself in possession of a time machine. You don’t like his whole goody-two-shoes thing. You don’t like his conviction that he somehow has the moral high ground, not just on you but on everybody else too.

“Right,” you agree easily, “I do like your cock, though.”

Bradley splutters, twists around to fix you with an incredulous look. You shrug, smile at him, and open your mouth for another grape.

“You’re unbelievable,” Bradley says, and it sounds like he actually means it. “Like… you have got to be the most shameless girl I’ve ever met.”

You hum, satisfaction curling about you like a cat slinking around your ankles. “You got a problem with that, baby? Wanna spank me for being a brat?”

“Don’t tempt me,” Bradley mutters, eyes narrowing, gearing up to add something, but then the door opens, Hangman and Coyote filtering into the room, telling you you’re wanted down on the tarmac.

For a split second, disappointment flashes through you, but then Bradley is brushing past, glaring at you with a heat in his eyes that burns so bright, burns so hot, burns so deep, you know this won’t be the end of it.

You hop off your chair, grin, bend low to retrieve one last grape, and slink from the room like a victor. Knowing perfectly well you got exactly what you wanted.

Bradley always delivers in the end.

#rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #mine #drabble #roosterdrabble

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malum-forev · 3 years ago

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Galas, New Dates and Exes (Part 6)

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) broke up and they see each other for the first time at one of Tony's parties. The only problem is, she has a new date.

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Hope you guys like this part! I think next part will be the last one, what do you guys think? Please comment if you want to see another part!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt. 5

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky snapped.

“What? I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, trying to look over the file Bucky had thrown on her lap.

“We were going to have a kid?!” He yelled.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She repeated, it was as if the words on the stark white paper moved and blurred each time she wanted to take a look.

“Don’t you dare lie to me.” Bucky snared. “Tell me the fucking truth!”

“Buck I-I.” She couldn’t form a sentence, her throat still dry. As she heard the monitor next to her beeping loudly, a nurse came into view followed by Steve and Pepper.

“Ms. (Y/l/n), are you okay?” The nurse asked in a calm voice, taking her hand, and feeling her pulse. “You need to calm down.”

“Yeah! Calm down, drop the act and tell me what that means!” Bucky’s voice got louder and louder with each word, the walls booming.

“Bucky, I think you need to calm down too.” Steve said, putting a hand on his shoulders trying to make him take a step back from where (Y/n) lay. Bucky turned around, taking his best-friend’s hand with his vibranium arm, and pushing it back forcefully. Steve tumbled back almost bumping against the TV. Bucky turned around only to see Steve’s shocked expression. He couldn’t care less, Bucky felt like lava ran through his veins.

“You think I need to calm down? What I need are answers. Now! Tell me all of that is a lie, tell me that’s not true!” Bucky’s voice cracked, turning to face (y/n) with tears rolling down his face.

“You’re going to have to leave if you’re going to keep on yelling.” Pepper warned, taking a couple of steps back after she saw how the former assassin had easily knocked over the captain. “(Y/n) needs to rest, she’s recovering from being shot in the back for god’s sake.”

“Tell me.” Bucky whispered. With her heart pounding, her head spinning and her heart breaking, (y/n) slowly nodded. Bucky’s felt his stomach drop, he put his head in his hands. “This can’t be happening, this can’t be real.”

“Buck-“ Steve tried to say. Bucky turned around to the nearest wall and punched a hole straight through it, leaving the room. His shoulder knocked against Tony’s on his way out, who had barely come into the room. The once restless room quickly became silent. This was quickly resolved.

“Tell your friend we’re gonna bill him for that.” Was the only thing the billionaire said. Steve shot him a disapproving look before running out to see Bucky.

“Buck! Wait up!” Steve yelled as he saw Bucky walking around the hospital parking lot.

“Did you know?!”

“What?” Steve asked trying to rack his brain for an answer.

“Did you know she was pregnant?” Bucky asked, his eyes pleading for an answer he knew he wasn’t going to get.

“No.” Steve replied.

Bucky huffed. “Lying was never your strong suit.”

“Don’t make me do this. Don’t make me tell you something you already know the answer.” Steve pleaded, there was nothing worse than lying. But lying to his best friend, his only companion through these dark years. The only person who understood him and who had lived with him back in the 40’s. The fact that Steve had lied to him, it made a huge hole in his stomach.

”I did know.” Steve said looking down at the ground. “I’m truly sorry I never told you, I just thought that if I didn’t tell you I was somehow making things better, keeping you away from the pain. I know I should be on your side, I know that’s what you want. But I also know (Y/n), if she didn’t tell you, it was because she has a good reason.”

“You’re my best friend, and you knew, and you never told me.” Bucky said whispered, the shock filling up his body. Bucky felt betrayed by the two most important people in his life. “I can’t believe this. You were supposed to be on my team!”

“I am on your team Buck! You know I’m with you, till the end of the line.”

“Bullshit! If you were, you would have told me!”

“I didn’t know until the gala.” Steve admitted, he leaned on the back door of Bucky’s car. “I didn’t tell you because Natasha convinced me not to.”

“You sure know how to kick me when I’m down Steve, now you’re saying that Natasha is higher on your scale than I am?” Bucky said rolling his eyes, trying to calm down. The numbness taking over his senses. Steve just let out a small laugh.

“I’m sorry, I knew you really wanted to form a family with her.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Bucky said, dropping his shoulders. “I know I fucked up. I know I wasn’t supposed to react like that. It’s just- I don’t know.”

Bucky wiped back the tears before continuing. “When my folks died and I had to take care of my sisters, I hated the idea. But I had to man up; someone had to get the job done. Then I enlisted, and I thought I was doing the right thing. I realized too late that I had left them alone, with no one to protect them. I vowed to never let my family down. And when I was getting my brain all scrambled, the only thing I could think of was that I could never even have a family.”

“You know I’m your family, Bucky. All of us here, we’re your family.” Steve interrupted.

“Yeah, and I’m extremely grateful for all of you. But in the back of my mind, I knew with the serum, I could never- never have kids.” Bucky’s voice cracked. “We-um- we were actually trying.”

“What?” Steve asked incredulously. “I thought you said, after everything, you didn’t want a kid. You didn’t want to have to explain to them what they had done to you?”

“That was just a lie I told, trying to convince myself, you know.” Bucky said, taking out his wallet. Sliding out a folded piece of paper and passing it to Steve. “But the old, cyborg brain wouldn’t let me forget. I was supposed to give this to her, I just- could never do it.”

As Steve unfolded it, he read the medical report. “This has to be bullshit, the serum enhances everything. If anything, your swimmers should be top of the line!” Steve joked lightheartedly, trying to diffuse the situation.

“In theory, but the reality of it all is that- I’ll never have a couple of kids running around. I’ll never be able to show my daughter how to a punch or show my son how to throw around a knife. ” Bucky said, taking the paper and putting it back in his wallet.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t think you’re supposed to show kids that.”

Bucky laughed softly. “We talked about everything, me and (y/n). If it was a boy, Steven. We even joked about him not spending too much time with you, he would start to say your catchphrase.”

“I can do this all day.” They both said in unison, accompanied by a laugh.

“I just can’t believe she never told me.” Bucky sniffled, trying to shove his tears back into his eyes.

“I know that really hurt you but, Buck, you really messed up today.” Steve placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I know, I know.” Bucky nodded with his head hanging low.

-.-.-.-.-.-

“So, Ms. (y/l/n), you’re supposed to take one of these a day. Okay? This is a pretty strong antibiotic, it’s normal for you to feel extremely tired. Please, try to get some rest.” The doctor told (y/n).

“Doc, it was basically a surface wound. No need to worry!” (Y/n) said.

“Yeah, a surface wound that penetrated an inch and exited through the front of your body.” The doctor chuckled. “Did you arrange for someone to come pick you up?”

“Of course I did!” She replied. “I just need to get my things and my car keys should be in there!”

“Ms. (y/l/n), after your treatment you can’t drive. We can’t dispatch you if someone doesn’t come pick you up.”

“She has someone.” Bucky said, leaning on the doorframe.

“Shit.” (y/n) whispered.

“Perfect, just fill out this form and give it to one of the nurses on your way out and you’ll be ready to go!” The doctor stated, quickly leaving the room.

“I guess you didn’t get a chance to update your emergency contact list.” Bucky smiled as he entered the room.

“I was a little bit preoccupied. Getting surgery and all.” (Y/n) replied, trying to get up from the bed but failing miserably. Bucky came to her side, offering her a hand.

“You get to choose, vibranium or flesh. Which one do you want to help you get on your feet.” He said, making her chuckle lightly. She chose the cold vibranium arm, muttering a soft “Thank you.”

“I just need you to sign the papers and I’ll be on my way. I think my car’s only parked a couple of blocks from here, the walk will help me recover faster.” She said, taking her jacket off of the back of one of the chairs. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“There will never be anything better, you will always be on top. You know that, doll.” Bucky said, taking her hand in his and guiding her towards the door. “So, stop overworking that body of yours and let me help you.”

“I didn’t think you would want to help me. Because of- well, everything that happened last time.” (Y/n) said, not wanting to look into his cerulean eyes.

“Let’s just- not talk about that. I just want to focus on you. Nothing else.”

The car ride back to (y/n)’s apartment was quiet, the only sound was the low volume of the radio playing music.

“I started listening to the playlist you showed me.” Bucky said, not taking his eyes off the road. “It’s different from what I’m used to. I liked that Cardi gal.”

(Y/n) turned to face him, shocked. “Are you talking about Cardi B?” She tried not to laugh as she saw him nod his head quickly.

“She’s a great lyricist. That big Mack truck part is really clever.”

“Am I in a dream or something? You’re telling me that you like ‘I wanna park that big Mack truck right in this little garage’ part?” She couldn’t contain her laughter anymore.

“I thought you said you wanted me to listen to modern music!” He retorted.

“I was thinking you were going to start with something from the 80’s or 70’s! Like ABBA or basically anything else!”

“I know ABBA! I do have a heart you know.” Bucky said pulling up to his apartment building, parking right in front of the door.

“How do you always get so lucky? You always find this spot, it’s virtually impossible to always get an open spot outside your building.”

“Well, I may or may not have a reputation.” Bucky said, embarrassed.

“Oh no, what did you do.”

“Well, there’s this one guy a couple of floors up. And he always double parks! I may or may not have let him a sweet note on his windshield, I promise it was real nice and everything!” He defended.

“Yeah I’m sure it was real nice.” She laughed.

“One more flight of stairs and we’re there.” Bucky said, helping her carry her weight by placing one of her arms over his shoulders.

“Yeah, one more flight.” (Y/n) huffed. “It’s not like I just got shot in the back and I’m recovering. Could you not have chosen to live on the fifth floor of an apartment with no elevator?”

“In my defense, I never thought we would be climbing up these stairs right after you got shot. Also, it’s good cardio.” Bucky defended.

(Y/n) laughed. “Stop making me laugh! It hurts.”

As he opened his apartment door, Bucky sat (y/n) down on the couch. “Don’t move.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” She smiled, soon after Alpine jumped up on the couch. The white cat quickly sniffed (y/n) and comfortably laid on her legs.

“She’s good at comforting people when they’re hurt. “ Bucky smiled.

“Buck, can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me a million if you want, doll.” He said, putting the kettle on the stove. “You want jasmine or oolong?”

“I’ll take jasmine please.” She shifted uncomfortably to turn facing Bucky. “Why are you here?”

“You mean why am I in my apartment?” He chuckled.

“I mean, why aren’t you in Berlin. “Wanda, Cap, Nat, Sam, everyone went. Why aren’t you there.”

“I may or may not have missed my last therapy appointment.” He shot her back an embarrassed smile.

“James,” She started to scold.

“I have a good excuse!”

“What’s that?” She shot him back an unbelieving look with a raised eyebrow.

“I wanted to be with you when you got out of the hospital.” Bucky said. “Look, I know we’ve been through hell and back in our relationship, and I know we’re broken up and all. But I made you a promise. I told you I would be there in the good and bad times, forever. I plan on keeping that promise.”

“Is this your way of telling me I can’t nag you anymore?” She smiled.

“I know you only tell me these things because you’re worried about me. I know it’s not nagging.” Bucky poured the hot water, bringing the cup of tea to (y/n).

“So, when are you back on the field?” (Y/n) asked, taking the almost boiling liquid to her lips. With each sip, she felt the hot liquid soothing her wounds.

“I have my appointment tomorrow, so I’ll probably be back at the compound as soon as the team gets back from Germany.” Bucky answered, looking at every single one of her movements. Almost wanting to read her mind to see what her needs were, as long as he was there she wasn’t to lift a single object. “What about you?”

“I don’t know.” She muttered, almost putting the cup down before Bucky grabbed it and set it down on the table for her.

“Well, doc said that you could start rehabilitation and training in a week and a half. Knowing you, you’ll be out on the field in less than a week.” He chuckled, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

“It’s not about when my body lets me get back, it’s what’s in my mind.” Bucky shot her a confused look. “I’ve been thinking about what you said that night, about me retiring. Maybe it’s time for me to take a step back, I know I could help in intel. Something low impact.”

“What? (Y/n) what are you talking about? You love being on the field. That’s your life.”

“I think you were right that night. If I had just taken a break like you said, if I had just relaxed a little bit maybe I wouldn’t have- maybe right now we would have.” She couldn’t finish her sentence, the tears making her throat close up even more than it already was.

“I can’t let you think that, I can’t let you think it was your fault when the reason we don’t have a baby right now is because of me. I never told you, but I did go to the doctor. When you asked me to, I went, and they gave me this.” Bucky said taking out the folded medical record from his wallet for the second time and handing it to her.

“It was me, it was always my fault. It’s because of all of this.” Bucky said with tears falling down his face too, motioning to his whole body. “The doctor told me that even if you were able to become pregnant, your body would reject it. Because my cells are foreign. Because of what they injected.”

She took Bucky’s face in her hands, she couldn’t see him like this. It was Bucky’s most vulnerable state and he never showed that side with anyone. “Look at me.”

“I can’t, not after what I did to you. If I had known you were pregnant, I would have told you a long time ago. I’m sorry.” He sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“James, it wasn’t you.” (Y/n) said sternly.

“What do you mean?” He whispered still not being able to face her.

“That day, the day we broke up at the hospital, I left for Madripoor. An undercover mission directed by Fury. No one knew about it, not even Steve. Someone discovered me, we started fighting and they managed to drop me. While I was on the floor, they wouldn’t stop kicking me in the stomach. It’s like they knew, and they were doing it on purpose.” She matched his sobs. “I had just found out I was pregnant. Sharon found me and took me to the hospital. That’s when they told me. They killed our baby boy. He was healthy, he was happy, he was hanging on in there.”

“It was going to be a boy?” Bucky managed to coax and (y/n) nodded.

“I was almost four months along, and they just took him away. I didn’t think I could love someone I never met but I loved him. More than anything in the world.” (Y/n) felt Bucky’s arms wrap around her. For the next couple of hours they cried, mourning the loss of their son. For the first time since they broke up, Bucky felt like himself again. He wasn’t acting, he wasn’t fighting, he was just Bucky. Just a man, embracing the mother of his unborn son, with the soft pattering of rain on the windowpane matching their sobs.

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brendaaaa · 4 years ago

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Pillow Talk (Mike Wheeler x fem!Reader)

Mike sighed, his breath warm and tickling your neck. You were currently entangled with him, both blissed out and in a state of contentment.

It was a warm summer night, the windows up by the ceiling in the Wheeler’s basement cracked open, letting in a little bit of night air. But it barely put a dent in the stifling heat. You didn’t mind too much, because most of it was coming from Mike’s body being so close to yours, and how could you complain about that? The overhead lights were on, unlike the lamps that were scattered around the room, but you could hardly tell because all the lightbulbs were out except for one. And even that was flickering in and out every minute or so. The fluorescent light, designed to be neon and bright, similar to what you might see in a school or public building, was on the other side of the room, so that shadows were cast over you and Mike. After what felt like an unusually needy and desperate love filled time you just shared, you were both very quiet, you laying on your back with your boyfriend tucked on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. You traced a small circle on the back of his shoulder with one finger, his bare skin as hot as if he had a fever. Just touching it made you shiver, even though you had had your hands all over him the entire night. It was times like these when you wished summer would never end. When you could just -ahem- make love to Mike forever and talk to him about anything and everything and play with his mop top of dark curly hair. When you could watch old creature features from the 50s and listen to his mom’s Beatles records. When you could tease him about everything and get teased right back. When you could kiss him on the corner of his lips, waiting for the smile that would always cross his face when you did that. When you could go outside and lay on the freshly mowed lawn at two a.m, holding hands. When he could make you peanut butter toast and you would sit at the kitchen table, pretending to be married and grown. When you would never have to deal with the real world. “Mike,” you said, in a whisper, carefully cutting through the blissful silence. “Mhm,” he murmured, moving his head down to rest more near your collarbones, lips leaving little vibrations on your skin as he went. You shivered under his touch and continued with what you were trying to say, “I- can we-,“ you stopped talking, and the only thing you could hear was the hum of the kitchen appliances running on the floor above you, along with Mike’s slow breathing and your own shallow breaths.

His nose brushed against your warm skin as he lifted his head up, dark eyes meeting yours. He looked so beautiful in the shadows, so perfect that it just made you want to cry more than you already wanted to. “What is it?” He asked softly, keeping one hand glued to your waist while the other reached up to caress your jawline.

“Mike?” You asked, and you could hear the shake in your voice. “Can we never grow up?” His eyes studied yours for a moment, before he dropped back down to press a kiss to your collarbone. He then laid his head back on your body with a sigh. “I sometimes wish the same thing,” he said. You smiled, slightly reassured, and stroked his hair. “That’s good. I sometimes think that I’m going crazy.” “You’re not,” he said firmly, tightening his grip around your middle before admitting, “I sometimes feel like I’m losing it too.”

“It’s like…” you started saying in a whisper. “Life moves so fast...and I want to grow up and experience new things, but I also, I also want to stay like this forever…” Mike smirked, and although you didn’t have a super clear view of his face, you knew him well enough to picture what his face would look like in good lighting. “You mean like this? Right now, here with me...naked in my basement? Or just as a teenager.” You silently laughed for a moment, and finally said “Uh, both.”

You closed your eyes, and couldn’t keep the grin forming on your face away. Mike always had a way of making you feel better. “I want to buy a cat.” “Sorry?” You asked, lifting your head up to see him better. You thought to yourself, did he seriously just say that? Well...okay then…

“I want to buy a cat…” he repeated, and he shifted, nuzzling into your chest.

“Um..?”

“Jeez sorry I thought we were confessing. You think you're going crazy, I want a cat,” you felt his shoulders move up in a shrugging motion.

You laughed, but then said, “Mike, you should get a cat.”

“I know, but my dad’s allergic,” he muttered.

“Screw him,” you giggled. “Or it can just live at my house. It would give you an excuse to come over more often.”

“That works,” Mike admitted.

“If It lives at my house, we’re naming it Fluffy.”

“Like in the Brady bunch? Hell no.”

“More like hell yes. My house, my cat.”

“Then what’s the point?” Mike chuckled. “It’s supposed to be my cat, and I’m naming Yoda. That’s final.”

You were quiet for a moment, and then you nonchalantly whispered into his ear, “Fluffy.”

“Yoda,” he whispered back.

You, meaning to kiss the top of his head, but instead accidentally pecking his ear, couldn’t help but giggling as you insisted, “Fluffy.”

“Noo,” Mike said, holding his face up close to yours, “Yoda.”

“Let’s not get a cat,” you said.

He shrugged, “Okay,” and laid his head back down, adjusting himself to get comfortable.

“You goin’ to sleep on me?” You teased, noticing his change in positioning.

“Mayyybe,” he said, and you could tell he was tired, his voice getting huskier and his eyes dropping.

“I love you…” you whispered, shutting your eyes.

He mumbled something back but you couldn’t really understand.

“I love you, Mike,” You said again, and started to drift off yourself.

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#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #lol cats #wanting a cat #things never change #dont want to grow up #forever young #lovesick teens #finn wolfhard #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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smuttaburger · 3 years ago

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Father’s Day in Florida

Summary: After a couple tour dates, the Biersack family was in Florida for the Mötley shows. So that means Andy got to celebrate Father’s Day in a hotel.

“Alright kids. Are you guys almost done?” Amber asked, as she pulled into the Target parking lot.

“Yes mommy,” Addison replied, not looking up from her drawing of her family.

“How about you Tommy?” Amber asked the almost two year old that had his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he drew on the paper.

“Ye Mama,” he told her, showing her, as she parked in a drive up spot at the local Target.

The Biersack family had gone with Mötley for their US dates of their tour, letting the kids see their grandfathers do what they love since neither of them were alive to see their last tour in 2015.

“So remember, later on we’re having lunch with Grandma Brittany and Poppa,” Amber reminded the kids.

“But I thought it was daddy’s day?” Addison asked and Amber smiled at her baby girl.

“It is daddy’s day. But Poppa is mommy’s daddy. So we’re going to have lunch with him today,” Amber explained and Addison palmed her forehead in exasperation for her not putting the pieces together on her own.

“It’s alright Addy. I think sometimes you guys forget that Poppa is mommy’s daddy. Don’t feel bad, baby girl. It happened when I was your age,” she gave her a beaming smile that she returned.

“How did you guys like your first two Mötley Crüe shows?” Amber asked while they waited for the worker to bring Andy’s Father’s Day gift that’s not sitting at their home waiting for after the tour to be opened by your husband.

“It was so much fun. But I’m sad Poppa got hurt,”

“He’ll be okay baby girl,” Amber promised, remembering all his tour injuries while she was growing up.

“Old man, you can’t be not listening to your doctor anymore. You’re not drunk and high so you feel everything,” Amber had teased him once the medics confirmed he would be fine and didn’t do more damage by going against his doctor’s advice.

A Target worker tapped on the window and Amber cracked the window.

“What’s your code miss?” The worker asked, having looked at her work phone when she heard the car window go down. Amber repeated the code on her phone and the girl’s head snapped up.

“You’re Amber Lee-Biersack,” the girl looked stunned.

“Yeap that’s me,”

“White Rabbit is one of my favorite bands. Are you guys doing a surprise show at the Mötley show?” The girl asked and Amber shook her head.

“Nah, we’re not touring this summer so we can spend time with the kids’ grandpas,” Amber spoke, immediately locking the back doors when she mentioned her kids. Not that she worried that this girl would hurt the kids, but she didn’t take any chances with Addy, Tommy, or Rose.

“Actually if you wanna just pass everything through my window, I’ll just take it,” Amber smiled.

“I hate to ask this. Can I get a selfie with you?” The girl asked. She had tanned skin, azure blue eyes, and flaming red hair. The girl couldn’t have been more than 16.

“Yeah, of course,” Amber told her and before rolling up the window and turning the AC on full blast. Florida heat was no joke. Before stepping out of the car and wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulders. Like most of their fans, Amber stood taller than her. She definitely got her dad’s height. Amber gave a beaming smile. The girl seemed to be floating on cloud nine to have gotten a selfie with the drummer of her favorite band.

With that, the family pulled out of Target to go to Starbucks. Amber ordered her and Andy’s usuals.

“Do you guys want lemonade?” She asked, earning a nod from Tommy and Addy.

“I wish we had our floofs,” Addy said from her booster seat.

“I know, baby girl. But Grandpa Chris and Grandma Amy are spoiling them right now. They actually got back from the dog park not that long ago, so the floofs had to go get a bath,” Amber met her daughter’s crystalline baby blues in the rear view mirrors.

“The dorks,” she laughed and grasped the lemonade as Amber handed it back to her, and pulled the rental car into a spot so she could transfer the lemonade to Tommy’s sippy cup.

“Mama!” Tommy cried out as he noticed his big sister drinking hers and he didn’t have his yet.

“Mama’s getting it into your sippy cup bubba,” she told him before handing it back and pulling out of the parking spot.

“Daddy’s probably going to be awake when we get back. So if he’s awake, you can jump on him,” Amber told the kids as they pulled up to the hotel and parked their rental. The older two of the Biersack kids waited in the car for Amber to get Rose’s car seat unlatched and picked up before unbuckling themselves.

Andy had just woken up a little bit ago, finding it strange that the kids hadn’t woken him up. He placed his arm to where he thought Amber’s waist was, but his hands touched a small piece of hotel parchment. Opening his eyes, he read the note.

‘Happy Father’s Day honey. I took the kids out so you can sleep in. We’ll be back soon. We love you.

Amber,’

He grabbed his phone and sent a text to his wife.

‘I just woke up kitten. I’ll see you guys when you get back. Thank you for making me a father to our kids I love you,’ Almost immediately after his finger pressed send, he heard the unmistakable sound of a hotel door unlocking followed by his two oldest kids’ giggles.

“Tommy! Daddy’s up. GET HIM!” Addison let out the battle cry as Andy opened his arms out for his kids and Amber stood at the door, recording the interaction.

“Happy Daddy’s day Daddy,” Addison told him and Tommy snuggled against his chest.

“Thank you Addy. Did you guys have fun with Mommy?”

“Ye. We got Starbies,” Tommy told him.

“Hey guys, how about you show daddy your drawings?” Amber suggested while she placed Rose’s car seat next to the bed and pressing her lips to her husband’s.

“Thank you kitten,” he told her lowly. His morning voice almost had her crumbling. The cool mask of mom almost slipped as she felt heat travel down her body.

“Of course my lion,” she told him against his lips, causing Andy to smile wide.

“Daddy, look,” Addison had climbed off the bed and grabbed her and Tommy’s drawings from the table next to Amber’s purse.

“Alright let’s see my daddy’s day presents,” he smiled and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s curls.

#motley crue #amber lee #andy biersack #black veil brides #andy black #tommy lee #andy biersack imagine #Addison Biersack #Thomas Biersack #Rosemarie Biersack

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strayen-fx · 3 years ago

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Red.

》 HHJ x reader

》 angst, vampirish theme

》 warnings: mentions of blood, hints of physical assault

》 2.1k words

》 a/n: short and simple, after months of writing break. Hope you guys enjoy regardless :)

“Stay away from them, my dear. Save your blood from the horrors of their fangs. Be wary of solitude, and be wary of the crowd.”

It was a day not unlike any other. My morning kicked off lazily, with me waking up almost an hour later than a college freshman was supposed to. Nothing unusual there. I did my usual morning prep, took a cup of grandma’s tea in one gulp, and went my way. I was already late for the train—I had to run after a departing bus with an exceptional speed that would put Olympiads to shame. I got in the room just in time as the bell rang for first period. I came in huffing like an old man, but it’s alright. Way better than walking through the early jam-packed hallways.

The first aberration in my daily humdrum existence happened on my way to fourth period. A student from another department stopped me on my tracks. I knew him; he was a member of the student council. Was I in some sort of trouble?

He introduced himself as Han Jisung, then proceeded to ask if I have seen his friend.

“He’s tall,” Jisung explained. “But like, not super tall. Not the towering-over-people kind. He has a mole under his eye. He’s got black—no wait, I think he dyed his hair again the other day. Anyway, have you seen someone like him? He’s noticeably handsome. I guess. I’m more handsome, though, but you know what I mean.”

The whole school would know who he is talking about. The one and only Hwang Hyunjin: champion swimmer, council member, and just a general talk of the town. The Prince. Even if I did see him around, though, I wouldn’t know. I never pay attention to the people I walk by.

I shook my head and muttered a soft sorry. I did feel bad for Jisung. He looked so worried and dejected, and I can’t blame him—not after after the incident with Seungmin. I can’t really take it against him to worry about his friends. I sauntered off to my next class, my mind still stuck on the fact that a normal person in my school has actually talked to me, and I was able to keep my composure.

Fifth period: P.E. I don’t even know why we still have this subject in college. I opted to take a stroll instead. You see, a huge, dense forest is situated right behind the main school grounds. You could say that the school itself lies within the bosom of greeneries. Unkempt bushes and rows of towering trees stretched over several miles deep, starting from the edge of the campus to god-knows-where. It is my goal to scout the whole area before graduation.

Weighed down by my personal monstrous beast, I trudged through. I walked for at least fifteen minutes before I finally reached the spot—my spot. Sheet of decaying leaves cushioned a huge gray boulder, standing at least ten feet tall, shaped like an odd piece of egg smashed against the forest floor. Against it stood a larger stone, this one dotted with moss and weathered with cracks. They were propped against each other for support, as if stopping one another from tumbling to the ground.

There was a smaller rock at the foot of the smaller stone, and I use it as leverage to climb up and sit on top of the largest boulder. It was my favorite place. Most times I could just pretend that I was alone in my own tiny bubble, at the center of that clearing that nobody else ventures but me. I don’t feel the breath of people suffocating me with every step that I take. I don’t feel my heart thumping with the sight of anyone else. I don’t need to hold back. Here, I don’t feel weird.

But today felt somehow different.

It was awfully silent. The wind felt sharper and colder. Electricity was humming in the air, leaving my skin prickling with discomfort. There was a tension in my veins that I couldn’t quite explain—it felt like an omen of an incoming disaster.

Time ticked slow. A couple hours could have passed—or maybe it has only been five minutes—when a nearby rustling perked up my senses.

Trying to keep my movements as quiet as possible, I hopped down and took up a defensive position, which wasn’t easy to do for a student with no actual weapon aside from an almost-empty bag and a worn-out calligraphy pen. My instincts told me to take cover—but my feet seemed glued to the ground. Sweat trickled from my forehead. My hands started to feel clammy.

And then, just as I was about to scamper away, a figure crashed into view from behind the nearest oak tree. I almost threw my bag towards the person’s direction, until I had a clear view of the intruder’s face.

It was Hwang Hyunjin, wide-eyed and disoriented, with his cheeks and uniform smudged with traces of blood.

“Help me.”

His voice came out as a tiny croak, as if his throat was filled with acid. He stumbled towards me, reaching out his hand for support. I wasn’t able to move an inch—and who could blame me? The situation was way too hard to process.

Hwang Hyunjin, the university prince, was hunched huffing before me, his clothes caked with mud and dried blood, his hair a nest of mess on his head. He had a cut on his cheek, I noticed. His breathing was heavy and labored, as if the mere act of standing on his own two feet required all the effort he could muster.

“Help me,” he repeated.

“What happened to you?” I managed to blurt out. My initial thought was that some random outsiders kicked his butt for stealing their girlfriends. But no—someone like Hyunjin would have been able to handle that. Plus, something in his eyes showed an elaborate fear—something only a beast would be capable of instilling. I should know.

My heart began thumping faster, a colossal drum barreling in my chest.

Just as my schoolmate was about to open his mouth and explain, a loud rustling broke the stillness of the air. Before I could process what was happening, Hyunjin grabbed my hand and bolted away, dragging me with him.

“Don’t look back!” he warned.

I did.

At least a dozen feet behind us was another male, probably as old as Hyunjin. He was sporting our school uniform, walking casually under the shades of trees as if time wasn’t of any matter. What puzzled me, though, was the fact that we can’t seem to distance ourselves from him despite the heavy efforts Hyunjin had been exerting to drag us both away from this newcomer.

I took another glance behind me, and to my surprise, the young man wasn’t there anymore. Nowhere behind us, as if he dissipated without a single trace.

Hyunjin took a sudden stop, causing me to bump my head against his back. I was about to call him out for stopping, but then I saw the looming figure a few meters in front of us.

“You…?” I began, my mind a juggle of unanswered questions. How on earth did that happen? How is he—

Hyunjin's friend, Kim Seungmin, stood before us in his dirty school uniform. He looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, but he was standing there in full grace, very much alive, giving us a toothy grin. “You’re hurting my feelings, Hyun. Why are you running away from me?”

Hyunjin’s grip on my hand went tighter. “Seungmin...”

“Friends are supposed to help each other, am I right?” Seungmin continued, faux dismay dripping in his voice. He bared his fangs, its tips dripping with fresh blood. “So help me, Hyunjin.”

I felt my body run cold. I wanted to scream, run, anything—anything to get away from this. From him. From the two of them. From everything. But Hyunjin's hand remained strong around my wrist, and my legs were close to turning jelly. I could start to feel the fullness in my mouth, the pointy ends of my incisors. Something that only happens when I'm in an extreme hunger or danger.

“Stay away from them,” grandma said. “We are the same kind, but we are different. Weaker. They see us as preys, as special commodities. They can smell your blood despite my concoctions, my dear, remember this!”

Seungmin tilted his head to one side, finally regarding my presence. “And you, over there. I’ve never tried drinking such special blood.” He grinned. “Satiate my thirst.”

The last thing I knew, a strong hand was pressing tightly around my neck, turning my vision green.

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“Have you heard of the news?”

“What news?”

“Kim Seungmin was safe! They found him in the forest yesterday.”

“Thank goodness! Was he hurt?”

“He had a few gashes, but he’s fine. Hyunjin found him and brought him to the hospital right away.”

Students filled the corridor, everyone bustling and hustling about the news: after his sudden disappearance, Seungmin was finally found by his best friend, Hyunjin. The latter saw him in the forest, hungry and disoriented. They went straight to the hospital to treat his minor wounds, and that was that—nobody bothered to ask how he managed to lose himself in the wilderness, or how we managed to survive seven days on his own. Nobody asked him stupid and unnecessary questions. Seungmin was safe, and that was all that mattered.

I brushed my way past the milling crowd, flinching at every accidental touch. I kept my eyes on the ground, forcing my mind into silence. I was expecting everyone to be in their respective classrooms at this time of the day, but apparently, the news of Seungmin’s return has become enough reason for everyone to wander about and neglect their individual duties. It was a grand miscalculation on my part—I hadn’t braced myself for this huge number of people.

Not here. Not now. Not ever.

I just have to get back home, and then it’ll be over. My insides would stop churning once I’ve drunk grandma’s tea—that has worked for 18 years now. I can stop this. I can stop me.

I made a run towards the comfort room. To my luck, nobody was inside. I washed my face over and over, as if doing so would cleanse me from the impurity stamped on every drop of my blood. The face on the mirror horrified me—I had to stop myself from punching the glass over and over.

The moment I stepped out, I felt his presence.

He was there, leaning against the wall, lurking behind the shadows. There was a faint gleam of terror in his eyes, but at the same time, I can feel it: the hunger. Lust for meat. Thirst for blood.

“Don’t be like him, Hyunjin,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like us.”

He shook his head in resignation. “It’s too late.”

He took a step closer. Another. He kept on walking until he stood right in front of me, too close I can feel him breathe.

Too close I can see the faint traces of blood on his lips.

“I’m still hungry,” he sobbed. “I’m still hungry…”

Fear was apparent in his eyes—fear of what would happen to him, fear of what he had become. “You will be fine,” I offered, taking his hand in mine. “Trust me on this. It will be fine.”

And then I felt it, stronger this time—the hunger he was talking about. The thirst. My stomach growled in protest at the sight of Hyunjin’s pale flesh. I can smell his blood—I can feel its steady rhythm as it flowed through his pulsing veins.

I need to get home. Maybe my grandma could do something about Hyunjin, too. Maybe she could produce a stronger tea, and both of us wouldn’t have to worry about our instincts anymore.

We stood next to each other for a full minute before he broke the silence.

“We need each other to survive,” Hyunjin whispered. “If we drink the blood of our own kind, we can last for a month without feeding on others.” He freed his hand from my hold and gripped my shoulders tightly. “I need you. And you need me, too.”Hyunjin leaned down until we were staring at each other at eye level. He closed the distance between us. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, I allowed my monster to take ove.

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The Island | KTH (Twelve)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, angst.

Notes: I know it’s short but here is chapter 12. It’s mostly just sad so please don’t hate me! Enjoy the chapter:) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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The cold chill you feel is either from the apartments running AC or your rattling nerves…it’s incredibly hard to tell which. You may feel like your insides are turning against you but your exterior is oddly calm. Being back in the quiet, chilly apartment with Taehyung feels like you are trapped in another dimension, where you are viewing yourself outside of your own body.

You both sit here in silence. The quiet is loud though, it booms and echoes and has you covering your ears for a moment. You aren’t sure what Taehyung is thinking but it must be a lot. He hasn’t even parted his lips as if words might escape him…no, it is more as if his mouth has been sewn shut. You aren’t much better though, you admit. But you realize the one who has to have courage here is you.

“Taehyung.” You finally say his name, the soft, calm tone of your voice is enough to make him flinch in guilt. “Tell me everything.” You request quietly. “Tell me why Hana is so attached. What keeps Hana from giving up? I want the truth.”

Taehyung raises his head to look at you, you see the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps down his ever growing guilt. You just want the truth, the story, the explanation but he is struggling to find words. He feels the back of his eyes beginning to burn, he feels his chest tightening and his palms growing with pools of sweat. He hates this. He hates the truth, he hates the story and he hates the explanation. But he knows you deserve it. And he himself deserves to say it so he can face it and let it go…if it is that easy.

Taehyung wipes his hands on his jeans, repeating the action as he hopes they dry soon but they don’t. Not when he is this nervous, this anxious, this panicked. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. He keeps saying these words over and over in his mind. He loves you.

“I told her I loved her.” He finally says, the words tumbling out of his mouth. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes falling to his hands.

Your brows immediately pinch together, your confusion growing and growing. You aren’t really sure that you heard him correctly. You aren’t really sure you want to have heard him correctly.

Taehyung slams his eyes shut as he grits his teeth together.

“But it isn’t like that, I promise you.”

You blink repeatedly, your eyes trying to find his but he avoids your gaze. You quickly shake your head and swallow your spit.

“You what?” you finally mumble.

Taehyung lifts his head higher and finally looks at you properly. His eyes are wet with tears, his lip trembling but he stops it by biting down on it.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes again, a few tears slipping past the closed lids. “You don’t understand…” he tries to say. “It isn’t like that. I just…fuck, I really…”

“No excuses. Just an explanation.” You gulp. “Tell me exactly what happened.” You feel your chest closing in on you as you speak but you try to remain calm. “Everything.”

Taehyung is mad. He’s hurt. He’s betrayed. Your silence continues to destroy him. But is ‘mad’ even a good enough word to describe this rage that is building so fiercely inside him? Every day that passes he continues to spiral into a deep, deep pit. He feels helpless as soon as he opens his eyes, starting a new day. He feels small and vulnerable in those first few seconds after waking up. He doesn’t want to wake up anymore.

It’s gotten that bad, hasn’t it? That the thought of existing in this life makes him feel weak and useless. He can’t do this anymore. Who is he? Who was he? You know, before you. His body grows weaker every day, his mind withering away into dust. He doesn’t remember. The island feels like a dream now, and he just wants to sleep.

It’s been months of silence. It’s been hell. An eternal hell. What did he do? Why is this happening to him? Why is he going through this? Don’t you miss him? Don’t you love him? Taehyung is slowly breaking down more and more as the days pass, his insecurities overflowing and his loneliness consuming him. This place he is in…is dark.

His friends are worried of course and they try to spend as much time with him as possible. They are constantly trying to make him smile, make him laugh, make him breathe a little easier but this cloud over Taehyung’s head is dark. It flashes bright bolts of lightning, it carries the strongest winds and ice cold rain. Every day their hearts break more and more but they do not give up.

The night time air is warm tonight, maybe even slightly humid. Taehyung is already drunk, his intoxicated mind and body showing up late to the bar to meet his friends. He is in a strange mood today. A mood where he hates you. Despises you. And seeing Hana trying her hardest to woo him makes him feel like an ounce of insecurity is vanishing from his body.

But he didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect to be busting through his front door…kissing her, groping her, swallowing her moans. He isn’t here. Not really. Physically he is touching her, kissing her, making her feel good. But really, he is elsewhere. His mind full of you. You. You. You. Taehyung groans in frustration, in anger. But your face doesn’t leave his mind. His brain torturing him with images of you. He sees flashes of your face expressing emotion after emotion.

He loves you so much it is physically destroying him. He feels like his bones are shattering, like his skin is fucking burning, like his heart is being squeezed so harshly. And it is in your hands. You are responsible. But he isn’t entirely sure how he found himself in this position—inside her. Inside Hana. Inside someone who isn’t you.

Her moans fill his ears, the sound like nails on a chalkboard, like a screeching so unbearable it is overwhelming him in the worst way. His mind finds you again and again. He loves you. He hates you. He loves you. He hates you. He hates himself. He hates himself so fucking much. Why wasn’t he good enough then? Why isn’t he good enough even now? He hates you. He has to hate you. Your face haunts him.

He thrusts in and out of Hana, his weak body barely holding up as he fucks her. Your face, your beautiful face haunting him like a dedicated ghost of his past. He squeezes his eyes shut but your face continues to linger behind his closed lids. He hates you. He hates you. He hates you but FUCK. He fucking loves you. He loves you so much. He hurts so badly. He can’t function properly. So much hate. So much love. He sees you. He sees your face. And it is enough to push him over the edge, coming inside his condom. He wants to hate you. He has to hate you. But—

“I love you.” He cries out, his head falling onto Hana’s shoulder. He breathes out roughly, tears pricking his glossy eyes. But then he freezes. Even his breathing has stopped all at once. He realizes his mistake when he feels Hana freeze too.

“You what? You love—”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Taehyung lifts himself from her shoulder, “Wait.” He repeats over, his mouth going dry. He didn’t mean to say that…especially not to her. His mind was just overflowing and overwhelmed with you…he didn’t mean to let those words slip from his lips.

“Taehyung—”

“Fuck.” He rolls off her body, “I can’t fucking do this right now.” He stands from the bed, drags on some shorts and takes a bottle of soju from his nightstand. “Fuck.” He says, giving one last glance to Hana before rushing off to the bathroom.

Hana is confused but is quick to jump to her feet and try to follow him but he’s faster than her as he slams the bathroom door shut and locks it. She rattles the knob, begging to be let in. She pounds her small fists on the wooden door, she begs for an explanation. Could he really feel the same as her? She’s panicking. She wants to believe that but before than anything she just senses that something is wrong. Really wrong.

Taehyung begins spiraling further and further. The dark pit pulling him in intensely. What the hell did he do? What is he doing? He’s a coward. He locked himself away, hiding from reality. Which is what? Even he doesn’t know. He brings the bottle of soju to his lips and starts chugging it back, his eyes on himself in the mirror. He’s pathetic. His drunken vision making everything around him blurry…he’s becoming so dizzy, so sick.

After a while, Hana has given up and retreated back to the bedroom and assumingly fell asleep in his bed. Around an hour or so has passed. He feels his world collapsing around him. He feels how everything around him is cracking and breaking apart. But the most cracked, broken thing is him. He looks at himself in the mirror and stares into his empty eyes, these same eyes that used to gaze at you. These same eyes that saw your smile, laugh, cry. These same eyes that undressed you. These same eyes that saw you coming undone over and over. These same eyes.

Taehyung stares at himself, hating what he sees. You’re doing this to him. He went from being miserably depressed to angry. He’s beginning to blame you for everything with rage. But as much as he wants to hate you—he does want to—he just can’t. He can’t gather that type of energy in your direction. He just can’t.

So many different thoughts have gone through Taehyung’s head. Is he hard to love? That’s the main question that came out of all of this. You spent every day with him for 8 months and you weren’t even sure of your feelings. Shouldn’t a person know by then? He’s trying to be understanding…he is trying so fucking hard to understand but how can he? When he is balls deep in love with you and he doesn’t have to question it at all.

He is spiraling, he is being sucked into a darkness that he can’t crawl out of. He looks at himself in the mirror again, his eyes narrowing at his own reflection—disgusted with what he sees. He grips the empty bottle of soju as he feels his eyes wet with tears. He grips on to the bottle harder and harder, tears now leaving his big brown eyes. He growls out, groaning in frustration as he lifts the bottle up and throws it at his mirror. Glass shattering everywhere.

Startled, Hana jumps from the bed and rushes to the loud sound. She pounds on the door again until Taehyung finds himself unlocking it. She opens the door and sees Taehyung just standing lifeless, continuing to eye himself in the broken mirror. He likes what he sees much better. The cracked glass making for a better reflection, a more accurate representation of what he truly sees when he views himself.

“What the fuck?!” Hana yells out, rushing to Taehyungs side. “Are you okay???”

Taehyung walks closer to the mirror and lightly slides his hand down the cracked mirror, his fingers careful not to get cut.

“No.” he answers honestly and quietly. “I’m not.”

Hana is breathing roughly, her worries and anxieties only multiplying. What’s going on? Is this your doing? Are you to blame? The girl from the island?

Taehyung clears his throat as he finishes telling you his truth, his story, his explanation. His big, brown eyes look at you with tears, with sadness so deep it makes you nauseas. His eyes search yours, his hand reaching out to touch you but you are quick to pull back.

You are stunned silent. You truly do not know what to say. Your mind tries to focus on the fact that Hana thinks Taehyung told her he loves her but you keep thinking of everything else that was said, the broken mirror…the broken Taehyung. What did you do to him? What have you done to him mentally? Emotionally? Suddenly, Jungkook’s hesitance towards you makes even more sense. You understand his concerns but also Hana’s concerns. She called you a bitch and she is right.

It also makes sense why Taehyung feels so guilty, so responsible. He really fucked up. His guilt ridden state proves it. He’s guilty. Just like you. How is any of this healthy? You try to take a few deep breaths but you struggle. You aren’t sure where a steady breath is but you search for it regardless. You take your time trying to just fucking breathe. Taehyung becomes antsy just sitting here. He sighs out over and over, his eyes darting all around the room.

“Please y/n. Say something. Something, anything. Just anything at this point. Yell at me, hit me, but at least react! Please y/n.” he starts getting choked up on his words, his deep voice cracking in desperation. “Please say something.”

You just shake your head.

“y/n.” he begins to beg harder now, “Please baby, please.” He’s quick to jumble all of his words, he starts to re-explain himself now. Starting the story over from the beginning. His voice grows louder and louder as he cries out, he begins to break down. His tears falling from his swollen eyes, his breaths are sharp and his words are starting to lose their sense.

You just watch him with sad, tired eyes. Finally you open your mouth to speak just to whisper, “What did I do to you?” you let a moment linger before you stand from the couch and walk to his bedroom. The pitter patter of your footsteps drowned out by the sound of his tears. You walk inside the room and softly close the bedroom door…Taehyung manages to hear the click of the lock. While all you manage to hear is the sound of his cries.

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You’re in a state of shock, maybe. You are in state so far away from your physical self that you have come to accept you aren’t one with your body right now. You’ve been locked in Taehyung’s room for like, two days now. You haven’t heard anything from outside…you wonder if Taehyung is even here. You don’t expect him to be.

Your phone starts buzzing and you shakily reach out for it when you see Ellie’s name on the screen.

“Hello?” Your voice is quiet, shaken, defeated.

“Want to explain your texts to me?” Ellie says on the other line, “Why the hell are you sending me paragraphs talking about how you are a horrible person?”

“Because I am.” You say, your guilt bubbling over all over again. “I am the worst.”

“I find that hard to believe…but why?”

“Not talking to him…ruined him El.” You start to sniffle…”I ruined him. He acts like he’s okay now but how much of this is fake? How much of this is he just covering up with a forced smile?”

“Hey, hey.” Ellie sighs out, “You knew things weren’t going to be easy going into this—”

“Yeah but when is enough, enough?” you cut her off, “This isn’t healthy. For either of us.”

“y/n. Wait.” You can imagine Ellie closing her eyes in frustration as she listens to you. “Don’t tell me you are giving up already?”

“It isn’t giving up…it’s just..”

“You love him, right? He loves you, right?”

“Is love enough?” you ask quietly. “There’s so much hurt…there’s so much that is unresolved.”

“Then work it out! Talk about it! Fucking communicate!” Elli blurts out, “Jesus y/n. This man is the love of your life and you’re not even willing to work on it? This wasn’t going to be easy. You knew that from the beginning. This was going to be hard. This was going to take work. For fucks sake, you two were traumatized. You two were put into a complicated situation and you somehow still found your way back to each other.” You nibble on your lips as you listen to your sister. “I’m sorry to be tough on you but god, someone has to set you straight! You can’t give up on this.”

“O-Okay…” you sigh out, “I’ll try.” Then you feel your phone buzz on your ear…you pull the phone back to take a look at the notification, only to see a text from Jimin.

“I love you y/n. I just want you to think things through properly. You know?”

“I love you too. Yeah, I get it.” You say. “I’m going to try to get some sleep…I’ll call you later?”

“Keep me up to date.” Ellie says before saying her goodbyes and hanging up.

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself after the conversation you two just had. Is Ellie right? It’s just…you knew Taehyung had a hard time but you didn’t know it was that bad. You get distracted from your thoughts when your phone buzzes again.

Jimin 8:04pm

Can you come over?

Jimin 8:10pm

Please.

Your chest once again starts closing in on you as you read his texts. You rise from Taehyung’s bed and slip on a t shirt and some shorts, you smooth down your hair and walk to the bedroom door. You place your ear on the wood and wait for any sound of life…but there is none. You slowly creep open the door and poke your head out. He’s not here.

y/n 8:14pm

He’s not there is he?

Jimin 8:24pm

No.

You sigh in relief. You step out into the living room, find your shoes and text Jimin that you are on your way. Lucky, his place is walking distance.

As soon as the chilly air hits you, you feel that same chill you felt in the apartment a couple days ago. Is it the weather or your nerves? Your mind has been in a state of uneasiness since Taehyung told you about the night with Hana…but you also feel lost, you feel empty. You haven’t even been able to cry. You’ve just been so disoriented. Like your soul has been misplaced.

The streets of Seoul are quiet tonight…maybe in honor of your feelings. You walk slowly, taking your time to get to Jimin’s. Too afraid of what he might say. Your mind begins over thinking, your mind goes into over drive. You finally stand outside his place and take a deep, deep breath.

You hesitate at first, but finally your fist is knocking on his door. You wait a few moments before the door is being opened and a Jimin with tired eyes greets you.

“You’re here.” He says softly. “Come inside.” He stands to the side to let you in.

His place smells of lavender. It’s subtle and soothing and you find yourself inhaling the scent, the aroma calming you.

“How are you?” You hear from behind you, his voice careful but sweet.

You turn around to face him, your eyes finding his and you see how they are full of sympathy, full of pity and your face immediately scrunches up into a look of pure devastation.

“I know.” He whispers. “Come here.” He opens his arms, ready for you to walk into them. You hesitate…not entirely too sure if you will find automatic comfort in Jimin but somehow you feel your feet walking forward. Your head bumps into his chest, your shoulders begin shaking in his grasp. You can’t control it. The pain you feel.

“It’s okay, I am here for you.” He whispers softly, his hand finding your back and rubbing it soothingly. “You can cry.” And you do. You open your mouth against his shirt and a whine of sadness escapes you. Your shut eyes streaming with fallen tears, your cheeks getting soaked. He sighs out as he holds you, his hand still patting your back as he tells you it’s okay.

“Jimin.” You sob against him, “I don’t know what to do. Everything’s so fucked up.” You cry harder and harder as he tells you he knows. His smooth voice is all the comfort you need…but his arms is the true source of comfort right now. You cry like this for a while, time zooming past you as you let go of all of your emotions. Jimin finds himself getting teary eyed at your break down.

“y/n…” Jimin finally says something after a while of you just quietly sniffling into his chest, “You doing okay?”

You slowly begin to pull away from him, your face puffy with swollen eyes and snot running down your nose. You subtlety nod your head and he gives you a small, soft smile.

“He ended things with Hana, you know? They won’t be in contact anymore.” He tells you, but he sees how you don’t even react.

“Isn’t that good?” he asks, “You won’t have to worry about her.”

Taehyung and Hana stand outside the bar, she is sniffling and swaying from side to side. Although she is still drunk, this entire situation is beginning to sober her up. She cannot even look Taehyung in the eye though, she’s too nervous.

“Hana.” Taehyung finally says her name. She hates the way the word leaves his mouth…like he tasted it and threw it away.

“I-I-I-…” Hana’s lips begins to quiver as she finally finds his cold eyes, “I’m so sorry.” She gets out, “I’m so sorry.” She steps forward but he steps back. “I don’t know what came over me. I regret it, Taehyung. I didn’t want to harm her in any way…I just… I was so overwhelmed with my feelings…”

“Hana…” he closes his eyes, then opens them to look at her properly.

Hana is a sweet girl. She always has been. But trying to throw a drink at you? That’s crossing a line but is it his fault?

“I’m not that type of person! I really, really don’t know what came over me Taehyung. I’m not like that…” she struggles to breathe, her words tumbling out of her mouth.

“I know.” He tells her. “I know.” His face hardens and he continues to stare at her with his old, distant eyes.

“Please don’t contact me anymore—”

Hana looks at him in disbelief, her face twisting into one of ever growing confusion.

“How could you ask that of me?” she spits out, “I’ve been so, so worried about you.”

Taehyung’s cheeks begin to grow red, his becomes embarrassed remembering that night…with the mirror. Why did she have to see that? See that side of him?

“I’ve been so worried.” She repeats and he bites his lips in guilt.

“Hana…I am so sorry.” He breathes out, closing his eyes again. “I’m so, so sorry.” He opens his eyes, they are full of regret. “I’m sorry you had to be there that night. I’m sorry I led you on that night…I’m sorry you witnessed an ugly side of me. And I am sorry I said “I love you.” But those words…” he pulls his brows together, guilt consuming him once more. “…Were not meant for you.”

“Whether you feel the same way as me or not doesn’t change the fact that I am worried. I still care about you.” She begins to grow angry, “You were miserable because of her!”

“I’m sorry but…you don’t actually know her. So you opinion on her hardly matters.”

“But what she did to you…”

“It was wrong.” He admits, his eyes glossing over. “It hurt me. But she had her own reasons, her own demons, her own fight with herself.” He tells Hana. “But again, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to involve you like this. It wasn’t fair. But I am okay. I am okay now. y/n and I are working things out. She makes me happier than any sadness I went through.”

“You….you’re happier now?” she mumbles, wiping at her face. “You’re really okay now?”

“Yes.” He tries to smile. “I promise.”

“I’m going to choose to believe you…but please…be happy, Taehyung.”

“I will. But for the sake of my relationship…it’s best if we cut ties.” He tells her softly, “I appreciate your concerns…and you. But I really—”

“I get it.” Hana cuts him off. “I get it.” She nods her head, disappointment written all over her face. “Goodluck, Taehyung.”

You listen carefully to Jimin about how things went between Taehyung and Hana, you nod your head as he speaks and hum occasionally. But Jungkook’s words are lingering in your mind.

“Hana is the least of your worries.”

And he is right. Hana only opened the door and opened your eyes to the real problem : You.

“For fucks sake, woman.” Taehyung runs a hand down his face. “I am literally falling in love with you!”

Your eyes quickly dart across the room, you try to find something to focus on—anything but Taehyung.

“Look at me.” He demands of you. “Now.” And then you are feeling his fingers at your jaw as he softly guides you to face him. “I am going to make sure this works no matter what. And that will take a lot of fucking communication. So talk.”

“I…” your eyes finally find his, they’re like a pool of chocolate and you find yourself wanting to take a dip. “I don’t know if I am ready.” You breathe out, the admission making you feel small.

Taehyung gulps, his hands coming together to rest in his lap.

“Ready for what?” he asks, the nervousness evident in his voice.

“You.”

Taehyung’s hands are sweaty as he holds onto himself, bracing himself if you are to continue but you don’t. You stay silent as you search his eyes.

“Tae?”

Taehyung blinks at you, clearing his throat.

“I…” he begins, “I understand.”

“I do like you Taehyung.” You clarify before he can overthink. “I just—”

“I said I understand.” He reminds you softly. “And trust me, I know you like me, I would be blind to think you didn’t. I don’t play games y/n. I don’t want you to either. Be real with me, be honest.” He releases a shaky breath. “You’re still going through a lot, you probably don’t have closure…you probably have a lot to work out when you get back home.” He says quickly, “Love is the last thing on your mind—”

“That’s not true!” you cut in. “God, Taehyung you make me…you make me want to forget everything. You make me want to stay on this island with you for forever.”

Taehyung blinks at you again before he offers you a small smile.

“But that’s not real life y/n.” he looks down at his hands, “I want to experience real life with you.” He finds your eyes again, “And you aren’t ready for that.”

“I want to be.” Your eyes begin to wet with tears. “I really, really want to be.”

“I know baby.”

“Slow.” You scoot closer to him, “I still want to be in this. Just slow.” You say, not believing yourself. Your trauma isn’t your only problem here. It’s this whole damn company.

“You still want me?” Taehyung whispers softly and you begin to feel yourself melt into liquid, your body puddling on the couch.

“Tae…” you lean into his space, pecking his lips lightly. “Yes, of course.” You lean back and smile. “You mean so much to me…” you look down at his tense hands. You want to comfort him now. “You are such a light in my life.” You fingers cover his hands and your squeeze lightly. “I feel so strongly for you.” You admit. Hating yourself for being so drawn to him.

“Yeah?” he releases some of the tension in his body through a long, shaky breath.

“Yeah.”

“Then we have to communicate. I know it’s hard. But y/n, I am quite literally desperate to make this work.” He sighs, “I will do whatever it takes. And I just want to know if you will do the same.” His dark eyes pierce into yours and you find yourself being even more drawn to him, leaning closer and closer like he has you under some sort of spell.

“Yes, Taehyung. But…”

“She quit her job out of nowhere! Came back home? This isn’t damn suspicious to you honey?” Your moms voice is loud enough for you to hear from the living room.

“She said she has her reasons sweetheart. Let’s just trust her, be there for her.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with that boyfriend she had? You think they broke up?” you mother pries further, making your father roll his eyes.

“You think our daughter would move to another town just because of a break up?” he groans and you bite your bottom lip as you eavesdrop.

You hear your mother scoff, “Wouldn’t be that surprised. She’s known for running away when shit hits that fan.” She reminds your dad and you feel your eyes gloss over and the slight burn of your throat.

“Sweetheart…” you father warns, “Let’s just be there for her for now, she will come to us eventually.”

But will you? Even your father isn’t sure.

You feel the tightness in your chest only intensify as you recall your memories. Taehyung watches you with careful eyes as he thinks of your life and the things you’ve been through. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his chest, your head getting buried into his shoulder and he starts to soothingly rub your back.

“You can cry if you need to.” His voice is soft, softer than you have ever heard it. This only pushes you to listen to him…you cry. You cry just as hard as you did in the elevator that first day. He rubs circles into your back and whispers sweet words into your hair. You hate this. You feel pathetic. But somehow you feel yourself getting freed with every tear that drops and soaks into his t shirt. You finally…finally after all this time, for the first time, feel someone’s support. You feel someone understand you, believe you.

“Taehyung…” you cry into his shirt harder as that realization hits you. “Taehyung…”

He slams his eyes shut and inhales you. The scent of your shampoo filling his senses and he goes dizzy.

“I’m here baby. I’m here.”

But he won’t always be here, you think. Once he goes home why wouldn’t he just continue to live his normal life? Why wouldn’t Hana wait for him? He’s amazing. He’s absolutely the best thing that has happened to you in the last year. Why wouldn’t someone wait for him?

This only makes you cry harder. He pulls you into his lap and continues to stroke your back. He is terrified. He won’t say that out loud, but he is. He is falling for you harder and harder with every moment he spends with you, good or bad. He just wants to protect you, to be there for you, to make you safe and happy.

“y/n?” he leans back to get a look at your crying face, but you only shove your face deeper onto his shoulder, refusing to be seen right now.

“Will you look at me?” he softly pleads. “Please.”

You hesitate for a moment but finally lift your head, showing him your swollen eyes and puffy lips.

“Still think you are falling in love with me?” you joke pathetically and Taehyung smiles sadly.

“I think I already am.”

You get pulled out of your memories with Jimin gently shaking your shoulder, he looks at you as your eyes fill with tears.

Taehyung gulps, his hands coming together to rest in his lap.

“Ready for what?” he asks, the nervousness evident in his voice.

“You.”

Taehyung’s hands are sweaty as he holds onto himself, bracing himself if you are to continue but you don’t. You stay silent as you search his eyes.

“Tae?”

Taehyung blinks at you, clearing his throat.

“I…” he begins, “I understand.”

“I do like you Taehyung.” You clarify before he can overthink. “I just—”

You can’t help it…the tears are uncontrollable. You are stuck in your memories. You are stuck with words of the past…that have such relevance to right now.

“I…” You hiccup, Jimin holding on to your hands. “I’m not ready for this.” You finally admit.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Jimin panics, “You’re not thinking of—”

“You’ve been a good friend, Jimin.”

“y/n, wait—”

Jimin’s wide eyes are pleading as his stares at you, his words practically falls out of his mouth as he begs you to rethink this.

But you can’t. You won’t. Your mind is made up.

~~~~~

“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.

You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.

He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.

You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?

You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.

“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that was the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.

You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.

“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.

“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.

“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.

“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.

“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.

The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.

“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”

“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”

He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.

“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”

“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”

“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

“But—”

“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”

“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”

Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.

You sit on Taehyung’s living room sofa, the apartment eerily quiet until you chuckle bitterly at your memories. The place may be silent save the running AC but your mind is loud. The sound of the front door unlocking and opening doesn’t even make you flinch. You have been waiting in anticipation, expecting him to eventually show up.

Taehyung walks in, not saying a word. He quietly sets his keys down on the table near the front and begins dragging his feet towards his living room. He stops in front of his couch, breathes out a long, tired breath as he finally takes a spot on the couch, sitting away from you.

He sits down, sighs out and fold his hands in front of him.

You aren’t entirely sure how much time has passed, how much silence has lingered between you two. Neither of you saying anything yet saying everything. You both know. You sit here, your head bowed down as you continue to think. Your loud mind becoming even louder…like a booming sound effect echoes annoyingly, causing you to get a headache.

There are three things you know: One, You love Taehyung. Two, you aren’t ready for Taehyung. And three, he isn’t ready for you. You finally lift your head, your glossy eyes searching the room before they find him. His eyes find yours and you both share a look of despair. You both feel the pain of this.

Taehyung scoots closer to you, his hands scrambling to find yours. You accept his hands easily. He leans in closer and closer until his soft lips find yours. The kiss is slow, soft, and torturous. He pulls away from you, his fingers cupping your jaw before his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in and holding you close.

“I fly out in the morning.” You tell him, your voice is soft and calm. You feel him nod in understanding, his fingers tangling in your hair as he massages your scalp.

“Will we…” he clears his throat, trying to make sure his voice doesn’t crack. “Will we still talk?” he asks as his chest tightens.

“This isn’t….the end, is it?” he gulps back the burning in his throat.

“I don’t know.” You decide to respond honestly. And you really, truly do not know. You realize this is much bigger than what the island did to you. This is much bigger then Hana’s presence in Taehyung’s life. This is much bigger than Ben. This is to the core…about you two. And how you are each the most imperfect human beings who just…can’t. Not now at least. Not when you have so much to heal from, so much to go through. There is so much growing to be done…as individuals.

“Let’s not have any expectations.” You say quietly. “That could hurt us more in the end.”

Taehyung closes his eyes as he breathes you in, like it’s for the last time. And it really might be.

“I understand.” He chokes out softly, “I understand.”

He kisses the top of your head, his lips staying on your hair for several seconds, causing you to close your eyes and release a long breath.

He holds you close this night. He inhales you over and over. He memorizes every millimeter of your face as he gazes at you. He doesn’t want to let go of your hand at the airport, he doesn’t want to say goodbye. But he knows he has to let go.

You fly back home and you aren’t sure how it happened…but…

One entire year passes you both by.

#bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #the island chapter 12

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seijoh and their love language

physical touch

“tooru,” you gasped, feeling warm arms wrap around your bare skin and a mouth press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck. the water rolled off your body in droplets, and, as you turned to face him, he slipped slightly on the wet floor, catching himself against the wall. this had the added effect of trapping you in front of him. he leant forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“hey,” he greeted, mouth splitting open in that grin you loved so much. it was open, honest, one of the truest smiles he had, and reserved for those he was utterly in love with. you were certain you were one of the only people in the world to be on the receiving end of this smile.

“what are you doing?” you giggled, reaching up a hand to brush his hair from his forehead. the water from the shower head had flattened it, plastering the strands to the smooth surface.

“showering with you,” he shrugged, like it was an everyday occurrence, like he hadn’t just snuck in because he missed your touch so much. he reached over to grab the shampoo from the rack, opening the bottle and squeezing out some of it into the palm of his hand. “turn around.”

you turned, and oikawa’s fingers tangled in your hair, massaging the scalp until the shampoo was lathered. he removed the shower from its’ hook, gently guiding your head back to avoid any shampoo going in your eyes as he washed it from your hair. next, he grabbed the conditioner, repeating the process. you smiled at him, hand reaching out to remove his shampoo from the rack.

“your turn,” you declared, squeezing a small amount into your palm. you rose up on your tiptoes slightly, wobbling as you attempted to wash his hair while also balancing. with a soft chuckle, he bent his knees slightly, surprising you at the sudden change in height.

“sorry,” he laughed softly, placing a kiss to your collarbone. “but it’s easier now, right?”

acts of service

iwaizumi can’t help it. his eyes fall on your sleeping form, a soft smile taking over his features as he brushes a finger along your cheek. you stir slightly in your sleep, and he freezes, hand stopping its slow movement away from you. when he is certain you are still sleeping peacefully, he finally moves, slipping from the bedroom and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

he knows you’ve had a busy week, working late into the night, and also finding the time to cook dinner most days that week. iwaizumi knows you don’t mind cooking; it’s one of the things you like to do, preparing a meal the two of you can eat together, dinner being the one time in the week where you can really sit down and chat, no distractions.

he grabs the dirty laundry from the basket beside the bathroom, carrying it downstairs where he can start the process of dividing the lights and darks. if you came down to find the white clothes the both of you wore were now a different colour, you would not be happy. his eyebrows furrowed as he held an item of clothing in front of him. it was an odd colour, one that could be considered a mixture of light and dark. taking a chance, he threw it in the dark pile, praying to whoever was listening that his assumption was correct.

switching on the machine went smoothly. iwaizumi wasn’t completely incapable - he had done his own laundry while in america, it was just the added pressure of messing up that made him slightly uncertain. the sound of china rattling and the kettle being switched on alerted him to your presence in the kitchen.

he hovered in the doorway for a moment, watching you as you shuffled around, your hood pulled up over your head. you moved in a daze, reaching up to grab the tea bags and letting out a loud yawn. he stepped forward then, entering the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. he let his head rest against yours for a moment before pulling away.

“morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, reaching up to grab his own mug and placing it down beside yours. “have a nice lie in?”

gifts

another holiday, another gift shop.

matsukawa stepped into a gift shop somewhere in paris already knowing what he wanted to buy, what he had brought for you to commemorate every trip you'd been on together. he flicked through the various keyrings, discarding them with ease.

too tacky. too loud. too large.

he finally settled on a delicate, ornate keyring in the shape of the eiffel tower. it may be basic but it recalled fond memories of the trip. you had eaten lunch in the tower's shadow, had seen it rising above the buildings as you walked down the street. it was the view from your hotel window. therefore, it was perfect.

he paid for it with his limited french, stumbling through phrases, certain he'd messed up the pronunciation when the shop assistant snickered. still, he left the shop with it gift-wrapped and his wallet four euros lighter.

matsukawa presented it to you during your last meal in paris, handing it to you across the table with a grin. at least that had solved the mystery of why he had woken up so early, never one to be out of bed before ten if he didn't have to work.

you handled it with care, twisting it at different angles, the candle light catching it and flickering. a small grin tugged at the corners of your lips and you leaned across the table to press them against his. his hand came up to cup your face, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. a stern cough caused you to push away, flustered as you peered around the restaurant. laughing, matsukawa laced his fingers with yours.

"so, do you like it?"

"i love it," you replied, leaning forward once again, this time only letting your lips brush against his jaw.

quality time

you could hardly move, squished into the smallest space you could find as you held your breath. the slightest release of air would alert him to your presence in the room, and you wanted to win. if only you could see the timer... you just needed to remain hidden for five minutes, just five, and hanamaki would turn over his tv privileges to you.

the door to the room you were hidden in creaked open, and heard him step into the room. cupboards were opened as hanamaki moved closer to your hiding place. you tried to make yourself smaller, shuffling backwards. your head hit the wood with a sharp crack and you let out a wince.

"y/n?"

his voice was close now, just outside where you were hidden. he opened the door, peering in. for a moment, he didn't see you. you were huddled right against the side, curled up into a ball. then, his head turned to the side. he declared, "found you!"

"does this mean i have to sit and watch your shit?" you grumbled, crawling out and rubbing the rapidly growing bruise on the back of your head.

"well, it certainly doesn't mean i have to sit and watch yours," he beamed, reaching forward and giving your side a poke.

"don't you have jobs to apply for and interviews to attend?" you quipped, flinching slightly when his fingers dug into your side. a gasping laugh escaped your lips as he began to tickle you.

"and don't you have an actual job to do?" he teased, grinning widening at the way you squirmed in his grasp, trying desperately to tickle him back.

physical touch

kyoutani glared at the people around you, reaching out to grab you and tug you back into his chest. his hand found a home on your waist, fingers sliding beneath the material of your top and resting against your warm skin. you looked up at him, eyebrows raised as you waited for an explanation. his other hand reached up to hold your face, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin as he pulled your face towards him. the kiss was short and fierce, a reminder to all those around you that you were his.

"taro, i need to go," you sighed, reaching up to rest a hand against his cheek. he grumbled in response, and you couldn't help the way your eyes rolled ever so slightly. "you know i've got class soon."

"i know," he said, fingers tightening on your waist. your body was warm against his, a welcome distraction and one that he craved. "one more kiss?"

your hand slipped around the back of his head as you leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. kyoutani wasn't satisfied with that, using his hand on your waist to hold you in place and the hand on your face to pull you back in. you surrender to his touch just like you usually did, returning the kiss and pulling away breathless.

"i really need to go," you said, though you were becoming increasingly reluctant to leave. he nodded in response.

"message me when you're done?" he requested, loosening his hold and letting you slip away.

you reached out to give his hand one last squeeze before turning away and throwing over your shoulder, "obviously."

words of affirmation

"i love you," he murmured in the dark, turning to face your sleeping form beside him. your breathing was steady, and he reached out to touch you gently, tracing the lines of your face. he stared down at you in awe, wondering how he could have got so lucky. he let out a deep sigh. "you're so perfect. everything about you. i love it all."

you stirred in your sleep then, moving closer to him and pressing your face against his side. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead as your eyes cracked open and you peered up at him.

"did you say something, yutaro?" you mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. he blushed then, face feeling hot as he repeated what he had admitted earlier.

"i love you."

"love you too," you murmured sleepily, snuggling further into his warmth. already, your eyes were beginning to close again, sleep pulling you back in.

"i love you so much," he continued, his voice lulling you back to sleep. "i love everything about you, every little thing you do. you're perfect for me in every way. i couldn't ask for a better partner."

a soft snore filled the silence of the room, and he lay back down, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. a chaste kiss was placed to the nape of your neck before sleep also claimed kindaichi.

quality time

kunimi stifled a yawn, stretching out on the sofa as he listened to you chat. it was around 1am now, a time when he would usually be asleep. however, your conversation was engaging and he felt like he hadn't been able to just spend time with you.

you were always doing something together, going somewhere, but you were never just alone together, no phones, no tv, just each other. kunimi smiled over at you, reaching forward to rest his hand atop yours. you took it, never breaking your flow of conversation.

“kunimi?”

“hmm?” he questioned, blinking over at you. his movements were slow and it was clear he was tired.

“do you want to go to sleep?” you asked, lifting the hand you were holding with your own and pressing a gentle kiss to the surface, letting it fall back into your lap.

he shook his head, smiling blearily at you. “i like listening to you. we haven’t been like this in a while.”

“i guess we have been busy,” you reasoned, letting your head rest against the back of the sofa. “i missed talking to you, akira.”

he nodded his head, moving closer to you and dropping his head on your shoulder. your free hand brushed through his hair, the movement slow and soothing. kunimi urged, “keep talking.”

that was all the prompting you needed to launch into another story from your day, kunimi’s eyes slowly shutting as your voice eased him to sleep.

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