#s/o to my ex friend who threw around the right words to scare me into playing the attack dog for her

[videnoirs]

the one thing i’ve learned repeatedly is to Avoid people who take advantage of my ocd/trauma related fears. the vibes are pretty easy to spot, at this point.

[atinydise]

Ateez trying to get their s/o back after leaving them for their exes

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k9.

❦ A/N: I don’t know how you managed to do that but y’all made the pole 50/50 💀so here’s the first one that I made angsty and the 2nd one should be posted soon! - Thank you for all the little messages you added to the pole! It was really nice and I appreciated this a lot! Sadly I forgot to tell you to add your @ or whatever 💀so I can come & dm you but THANK YOU SO MUCH 🤍🦋

HONGJOONG

Not even 2 weeks later, your ex-boyfriend contacted you. You picked up only because he was supposed to take back the rest of his stuff in your apartment. [“When do you want to come?”] You asked coldly. [“A-Actually…. I would like to talk with you.”] He stuttered. You sighed. It was already hard for you to engage a conversation with him, knowing that he’s taken, and he wanted to talk like nothing happened. [“About what?”] [“Let me come to your apartment. I’ll be there in 10 minutes, okay?”] [“Then hurry up, I have some plans tonight.”] It was a lie. You didn’t want him to think you stayed all the time in your living-room, crying about your chaotic life. [“Sure. See you in 10 minutes then.”] You hung up right away, but it seemed important. Maybe he wanted to…? You shook your head to avoid these false hopes and went straight to your bedroom. The last days, you packed all of his stuff. Unconsciously, you started to remember all the memories you had with each item. Everything shirts, every CDs even his toothbrush.

You probably were too deep in your thoughts because the ring bell made your heart miss a beat. Picking up the box before leaving the room, you rushed to the hallway and opened the door. You prepared yourself during the 2 last weeks for your first conversation with Hongjoong, as your ex-boyfriend. But nothing prepared you to see him looking so happy with a dozen of roses in his hands. “What is that?” You immediately asked. “These are for you.” He handed the flowers to you. “I would like to apologize for thinking that I would be happier without you.” He added, ashamed. “I want you in my life Y/N.” One part of you were not surprised at all. You knew the day he had broken up with you that this decision was taken too fast. Looking once again at the red flowers, you rolled your eyes and grabbed them. Hongjoong started to smile more widely until you threw it harshly on the floor. “Do you think that I will jump back in your arms as nothing happened?” Your lips started to shake a bit; the emotion was surrounding you. “You threw me away as an old sock and ran to her. You ignored me for 2 weeks and came back just by telling me to let you go and to be more considering!” Your face was filled with anger and confusion. It was the first time Hongjoong saw this expression. He hated it. “Y/N…” “I don’t care if I’m still in love with you. I don’t care if I’m dying without you. Because anyway, I can’t see you the same way…” You sobbed. “You broke me in a million of pieces and came back today, trying to fix the mess that I am. And BECAUSE of you!” “Y/N please-” He tried to step inside. “Take your stuff and go away.” You grabbed the box and threw it on his arms. “Y/N-” “I said GO AWAY!” You yelled. He made you reach your limit. You yelled at him crazily, you were crying hot tears uncontrollably and pushing him away from your life. Not wanting to make you madder. He nodded and turned around. Right away, you shut your door. You were completely destroyed. He made you feel so bad that you hated yourself for still loving him.

SEONGHWA

The next months, Seonghwa was tormented. His ex asked him a second chance and he accepted. The media were sharing all the new couple informations. All his fans, his members and the staff were happy for him, but he wasn’t. Something didn’t feel right, and he knows exactly what. You. Even though these days with his ex-girlfriend were cool. It wasn’t you. Seonghwa wasn’t having fun like he does usually. When the regret started eating him inside, he decided to call you. Of course, you never picked up. And he couldn’t blame you for that. “Why you just don’t go to her house? You know she will be there.” Sighed Yeosang. “I don’t know…” he replied. “I think I’m scared.” “Just go. You might lose her for good, if you don’t do anything.” Seonghwa hesitated few seconds and finally left the dorm. He ran to your apartment. At each step, the frustration was worse. When he saw you far away the shape of your building. He almost ran back to the dorm. But the little Yeosang’s voice was stuck in his head. Seonghwa continued his way to your apartment. Right before climbing the entrance stairs, you came out, visibly in rush. Because of the expression on your face, you were surprised to see him here. “Y/N.” He smiled at you. “Seonghwa.” You replied instinctively. “I’m so glad you there I was looking for you.” “What do you want? You should be with-” “With you. You are the only one I should be with.” You scoffed, not believing a word he said. “How can you come here after all this time?” You asked, arms crossed our chest. “Are you already bored of her?” “Not at all. It was always you; I was just too dumb to notice.” “I’m not a toy that you can throw when you are bored.” “You are absolutely not a toy. Or a test or a break, whatever you say. This is my fault. I made a big mistake.” He explained, holding your hand. “Your mistake caused me to stay at home for weeks. To lost some of my friends, my self-confidence and esteem.” You removed his hand of yours. “While you were acting lovely dovely with her on every social media, I was all alone.” “Y/N, I will fix-” “Y/N?” You both looked at the person coming at your right. “Ah you there.” You smiled widely. “I can’t make you wait.” He winked. Seonghwa and apparently your new man looked at each other few seconds. “Is everything okay? Do you know him?” You stared at Seonghwa, “I’m okay… And it’s nobody.” You claimed. “Y/N.” He tried to stop you, but you carefully avoided his grip. You walked past to him and joined your “friend”. “Let’s go.” He opened the car door for you. Powerless, Seonghwa looked you leaving with someone else. That’s exactly, what he was scared to see. You with someone else who knows your real value.

YUNHO

“Yunho can you focus please. It’s the last shot and you keep making the same mistake.” Sighed the music video director. The tall boy apologized again and tried to focus back. Hongjoong grabbed his wrist. “It can’t continue this way. You need to look for Y/N after our schedule today. She’s clearly stuck in your mind all the time.” “But how?” “Just go.” He replied before positioning back. This is why Yunho was in front of your gate the same night. After your argument at the supermarket, you both decided to break up. Even if he thought that confessing to his ex would lift the weight on his shoulders, it stayed the same. He hated himself for that. When he was with you, he was non-stop mentioning Hyena. Now, it was the opposite. But even if his mind was completely fuzzy, his heart belongs to you and nobody else.

Knock knock.

“Coming!” The sound of your voice made his heart melt even more. “He-” He bowed politely to you. “Hello Y/N. It’s been a long time.” You stayed completely quiet. “I know you weren’t expecting to see me here, but can we talk a bit?” You bit your tongue interiorly, struggling to know if it was good idea or not. “It won’t be long. Promise.” You took a deep breath and finally stepped on the side to let him enter. “Thank you.” In a matter of time, you were both sitting on your couch. And it was totally awkward. “I know I acted like a complete jerk with you and I’m sorry for that. I thought that my feelings for Hyena were stronger, but it wasn’t.” He glanced at you, trying to see any reactions but you kept arbored this poker face. “I want you. I need you. I miss you. I love you. Not Hyena.” He confessed. “Please give me another c-” “I do want you.” You cut him. “I do need and miss you.” You added. Yunho was smiling widely at you, relieved that you forgave his silliness. “But I can’t love you anymore.” Immediately his face saddened. “Why? I’m sure I can make it work.” “Every time you pronounce her name, my love for you is fading away. Little by little.” You explained, moving your knees against your chest. “You pronounced it 2 times already, since you entered. Just with a name I feel awful.” You looked right at his eyes. “I don’t want to feel this mix of jealousy and pain anymore Yunho.” “Y/N.” “If this is all you wanted to say then you should leave.” Yunho didn’t want to make any scene, so he just nodded and accepted his fate. He put back his jean jacket and stood up. Before walking away, he looked at you. Without asking your permission, he kissed your forehead softly for few longs’ seconds. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You bit your lip the whole time he left. When you heard the lock, you busted in tears on your couch. Why everything was so complicated?

YEOSANG

The way you left the backstage room the other day was haunting Yeosang. Going back to Kira was really a good choice? If yes, why does his heart hurts so bad? Before going to sleep he had few flashbacks of you. It was stuck in his mind for the rest of the night. It happened 2 times in a week and even more the following days. These insomnias caused him to be exhausted. The ethic schedule, his feelings and these sleepless nights caused Yeosang to drink more than usual. Tonight, he was the only client left at the restaurant. His table was filled with a bunch of Soju’s bottles. All empty. “Sir.” Called the waitress. “We took your phone to call someone who can get you back home.” “Nobody is going to pick me!” He yelled completely drunk. “The only one who did is gone! Like POOF!” He claimed. “She disappeared of my life.” “Don’t bother this poor girl with your dumbness.” You sat in front of him, visibly annoyed. “Y/N?” He smiled widely, his eyes completely teary. “You came back to me?” You glanced at the waitress and asked her 5 more minutes. To talk with him in private. Nicely even though you saw that she just wanted to go back home, she accepted. “You shouldn’t drink this much. You can’t hold alcohol well.” “This is the only thing that helps me to sleep and forget.” He tugged. “Forget what?” “Forget that I ruined the amazing relationship we had.” He sighed, looking for a bottle. You stopped him before he could drink again. “You shouldn’t talk this way to me when you are with someone else.” “I don’t care because she’s not you.” He replied, growling. You stared at him; he was feeling really bad about this situation. You were about to reassure him, saying that everything would be okay, when his phone lightened up and his wallpaper appeared. The pain was back once again. You remember why everything stopped. Because of her. Kira. "You shouldn’t keep my phone number as your main contact anyway." “But I want to! Just let me love you!” He shouted, pushing the table a bit. “But I don’t want you to call me!” You raised your voice as well. Even if he was completely drunk, he understood that you were rejecting him. “I called San and Mingi. They should be there in few minutes. Please stay here till they arrive.” You ordered, standing up. “Wait.” He almost fell in front of you. You raised a brow at him. “So, it’s over? For real?” Because I made a mistake?” Yeosang gulped, anticipating your reply. You wanted to tell him that he would possibly get another chance, but a notification lightened his phone again. Kira’s smile was the first thing you saw. You nodded and pinched your lips together. “Yes. It’s over.” Yeosang clenched his fist and stared at the ceiling pissed. “Delete my phone number please.” You asked one more time before turning around and leaving the restaurant. On the way back to your home, you walked past to San and Mingi. “Oh, it’s Y/N? No?” Asked San. “Was she crying?” Added Mingi. Yes, you were. How could you not cry when you felt like your life was falling apart?

SAN

You opened your letterbox. As the previous days, a rose was on top of your bills and other prospects. You knew that San was the one leaving a flower daily. You ignored what he was trying to do. He was supposed to live the “perfect love story” with his “new ex girl”. You weren’t supposed to be a part of this relationship. So as always, you threw it on the trash can next to the door. No way, you would accept it.

This little game lasted 3 weeks. He even added more roses for your birthday. San was making your confused. Your heart was torn between the pain and the incomprehension. One day, you finally decided to trap him.

You never saw him, but you knew he was probably waiting for you to leave and put the flower on your letterbox. So, you faked to leave the building as always and hid between the gate and a bush. As expected, you spotted San rushing to the hall. He entered the door code. Just before the door could close, you got out of your hiding place and followed him “Choi San!” He almost slipped when he heard your voice. He wasn’t expecting you to be there. “You scared me! I almost had a-” “What are you doing?” You cut him, walking straight in front of him. “J-just putting the rose as... always?” He scratched his head shyly. “Stop doing this. We are not together anymore, right?” “I regret it okay? Leaving you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” “I don’t care.” You replied. “You should have thought about it earlier.” “Don’t be so mean... I know what I did was wrong, but I can’t-” “Which part you don’t understand in ‘I don’t care’?” You almost yelled, snatching the rose off his hand. “Y/N, calm down.” He tried to make you lower your voice. “Don’t come and put these flowers here anymore!” You threw it back on him. “Y/N...” “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t talk to me! Do exactly as you did these last weeks! Forget me.” You ordered angrily. “I can’t do like you never existed.” He raised his voice. “You’ve done it extremely well.” Your voice cracked. “You completely erased me of your life. You made as I never existed, so continue! It helped me to stop loving you!” You shouted before leaving your building for good this time. San wanted to convince you that you were the one and only, but it was clearly too late.

MINGI

[“Hello Y/N.”] Once again Mingi was using Yunho’s phone to text you. He started to do that when he understood that you blocked his phone number. [“Mingi... I know that’s you.”] [“So… can you accept a call?”] [“I have nothing to say to you. Please stop texting me or using Yunho’s phone.”] [“Y/N just one call. That’s all I ask. Only one. Maximum 10 minutes.”] You hesitated. You weren’t forgiving him for sure, but you knew exactly the effect his voice has on you. [“6 minutes.”] You replied. In maximum 10 seconds, your phone buzzed in your hand. You took a deep breathe before picking up. [“So? What do you want?”] [“You.”] A big silence settled between both of you. [“I won’t come back.”] [“Think about how happy we were, together.”] [“Ah yeah, when you say ‘before’, you mean before you tried to dump or even to cheat on me with your ex-girlfriend? Who also, cheated on you?”] [“Yeah... I guess. But I never cheated on you!”] He was visibly ashamed, but also totally deserved this cold treatment. [“Any way, if you think I’m ready to forgive you... you are totally wrong.”] [“Y/N. I fucked up I know that... but please try to understand me.”] [“In no existing universe I will understand you Song Mingi. You know what?”] You paused, trying to let the anger down before you say something you would regret. [“Tell me. I need to know how you feel to apologize correctly.”] He replied, understanding that you were looking for the right words. [“How I feel? Well, I feel terrible because of you. I have never felt this way in my entire life. Why? Because you...] your voice cracked. You immediately wiped your eyes before a tear could escape. [“Because you ruined every pieces and aspects of me. I can’t look at myself in a mirror without feeling disgusted.”] Your lips were shaking uncontrollably, the words were stuck in your throat. Mingi was aware for sure that you would cry. [“I HATE loving you after all the pain I need to endure right now. I can’t even stop loving you. How weak I am for falling for your voice again? This is disgusting. This is sickening.”] [“I-”] [“I tried everything. I even imagined you cuddling her like you did with me. Just to hate you and maybe forget your existence but this is just...”] You paused once again, but to take back your breath and hold your phone correctly because of your shaky hands. [“This is just killing me inside.”] You clenched at your shirt. [“I d- I don’t know what to say. What I can do to apologize?”] He sadly asked. [“The 6 minutes are over.”] You claimed before hanging up.

WOOYOUNG

It’s been exactly 2 months after your discussion on the balcony. This was the last time, Wooyoung saw you. After few days, he finally asked his ex-girlfriend to date him again, but nothing. Not the sparkles he thought he would feel and not even the happiness. Nothing. He felt like an empty shell. His new girlfriend was nice and funny, but everything seemed so fake. Even on her side, she could feel that Wooyoung’s heart was somewhere else. One day, she confronted him. At the end of the conversation, they both decided that the best for them was to break up. He realized that the “feelings” for her, that he detailed to you the last time, were completely wrong. “You should go back to her. I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” She cheered him. Without thinking twice, he left her dorm right away and jumped in the first taxi. On the way to your house, he tried to call you but seems like your phone was completely off. He ignored how he would explain this situation to you. You were probably upset and mad at him. The thought of you hating him went straight to his mind. But the taxi stopped right in front of your flat. After the payment, Wooyoung opened the little gate of your garden. The apartment seemed unbelievably quiet; the lights were on but no sounds. He knocked once, repeating the same apology to practice. “Oh Wooyoung?” Claimed your roommate, surprised to see him here. “Hi. Can I talk to Y/N? Quickly? I know it’s late, but I’ll make it short.” “I would love to let you talk to her, but she left 2 weeks ago.” She said, biting his lip of nervously. “Left? Where?” He asked, not believing you could do something like this. “She went to Berlin.” “Berlin? But why Berlin?” “She had a job opportunity there... and because you broke up, nothing was holding her here anymore.” Wooyoung tugged in the side, completely lost. “I can’t believe it. How could she leave this way...?” “I’m sorry Wooyoung.” She patted his back, trying to comfort him a bit. “I miss her too.” The boy sat against the wall. He couldn’t stand up anymore. The thought of you being so far away, made him dizzy. “It was supposed to be a happy ending.” He bit his lip, trying to suppress the tears in his eyes. Your ex-roommate stayed quiet next to him. Not exactly knowing how to help him. “I really messed up everything.” He buried his face in his arms, not knowing what to do now. He lost you for food this time. He wouldn’t forgive himself for that.

JONGHO

The maknae ignored if waiting for you at the same place you spotted him and Sienna. was a good idea, but it was the only option he found. You brought all of his personal stuff to the dorm, you blocked his phone number and his social media account. Even when he was using his teammates’ number, you managed to reject him. How he could contact you? So, he came every day after his schedule and hoped to see you there. The first week, no sign of you, only the usual crowd. But just when he was starting to doubt about his strategy, you appeared. Just by seeing your face, his heart melted away. “Y/N!” He stood up off his chair and waved to you. He saw the expression on your face, it went to surprise to disgust in 2 seconds. You walked up to his direction even if your mind told you to stay away. “Jongho.” “Finally, you are here.” He smiled. “I came every day to have a chance to look for you.” “This is not the dedication you should have for you ex-girlfriend.” You stated annoyed. “Sienna and I broke up.” He said, thinking that you would be happy about that. Instead, you raised a brow. The look you gave him once again wasn’t the one he expected. “So… because you broke up, you think you can go back to me as nothing happened?” “I-I thought yes. But seems like it was a bad idea.” “Yes, it is. How can you think I would say ‘Oh yes let’s go back together and act like the perfect little couple again?” “I wanted to prove you that I made a mistake. And so that I want to fix it.” You started to laugh loudly, gripping your belly to reduce the abdominal cramps. All the people around, started to look at you weirdly. Exactly like the last time. “This is not happening Jongho.” Wiping your eyes. You replied coldly. “On no other earths, no other planet or not even the entire space, I would accept to date you again.” “I completely regret it Y/N.” He almost begged you. “Yes, and you should.” You stood up. “This is not because Sienna “the perfect girl”, broke up with you that you should run to me.” “Listen.” “No. You listen to me. I’m not a toy. I’m a human with feelings and so on.” You pointed at your chest. “You hurt me so much that I managed to erase you of my life. “You don’t need to do it because I will fix it. I promise.” “Don’t come to look for me anymore.” You grabbed your bag, leaving before he could add something. Even though you said that you erased him of your life, you didn’t and honestly, you don’t think you would someday. You will just need to live with the pain.

[ablackfangirlwrites]

I feel like no one requests L??? so how about L (death note) & levi (attack on titan) with an s/o that is really really smart but downplays it to not scare them off because her exes were intimidated or turned off by it in the past? 💖💖 i love you btw you’re my fave blog

First off u THANK YOU 💕 and second UR right it feels like no one ever even thinks about L and he needs more appreciation he was one of my first husbands and I love him so much 😪😪😪 also i dont talk about levi as much as i used to but he can totally still get it

"You were doing it again..."

"Hmm?" You questioned

"Acting like you didnt know the answer to my questions."

".....oh." you went quite

The rest of the task force were in a other room while you sat with L

Who was scrolling threw some flies and specking to you

"I didnt mean too..."

"Ive told you before...im not like your ex Y/n."

He isnt facing you as he talking but you can tell in his voice that hes trying to be supportive

"I dont mind that you're intelligent...in fact its one of my favorite thing about you."

You smile to yourself

L turned around to face you this time holding out a plate with a slice of cake

"So please dont try and dumb yourself down."

You nodded, "Okay."

You were talking to a few of your friends loudly

While Levi watched you from afar

Whatever it was you were talking about you had a lot of passion about it and you sounded like you knew what you were talking about

Levi would approach you wanted to hear you better

But when you noiced him you immediately go quiet and start to stutter

"I..I...I dont know actually..." you told your friends

They all frowned at you

But you just left

Levi thought that was odd and later when the two of you were alone

He would bring it up, "What was that about?"

"Dont know what you're talking about."

Annoyed Levi would click his tongue, "tch, this isn't the first time you've done that...you play dumb whenever I come around im not stupid why do you do that? Its annoying."

You went quiet

You should have known he'd realized it

"I just didnt want to weird you out..."

You'd explain to him about your past relationship that wasnt the best

Andd how your ex would tell you that no ome likes a know it all

Levi would listen and when you were done he'd sigh

"You realize im not that piece of shit right."

His vulgar words startled you

"I don't care that your smart or passionate about something, I just care that you act like yourself."

You sighed not sure if you really believed him

You really liked him and you didnt want this relationship to end

Levi picking up on this sighed again, "I love you the way you are. So dont try and change yourself for me."

He said patting your head

You sigh and gave him a weak smile, "I'll try.."

[fakeloveaskblog]

Janus, have you and Remus hung out other then when you go to fake therapy? You should ask him out? Keep it open, maybe not outright ask him for a date but to hang out!

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Janus: "Oh you know me anon. I am so totally known for asking people to hang out. Yes me and Remus have been eeeverywhere together /s No we have never hung out.......But I suppose you have been very wise so far. So I shall try and go ut of my comfort zone and ask him he would like to spend time together"

They were in that same spot they always stood after the fake therapy. Where they were supposed to part ways. Remus had his phone out, checking the bus times. Janus knew he had to say something now or else yet another week would pass and he would never have the courage to ask.

"Do ehm is you- fuck-" Janus wanted to smash his head open on a rock. He was a idiotic mess who couldn't even say a simple sentence.

"What?" Remus looked at him with a smile. Jan swore he had specifically practiced that smile so it made him melt internally every single time.

"Do you maybe possibly have anything to do today?"

"Oh yeah all booked up with exorcising demons out of old ladies' houses. you know how it is!" He let out a short screechy laugh "Come on Snakey y'know I don't have a job or any plans on robbing banks right now. Of course I'm free!"

"Noted. Then I am totally not asking you to perhaps do something like going to the movies?"

Remus' eyes widened and he shone up into a huge toothy smile "YES!" He grabbed Janus' hand while flapping with his other hand "You gotta be psychic or something! I've been wanting to see this movie made by a director I'm hyperfixating on but I didn't wanna go alone and my sister is still out of town SO this is great!!"

He didn't waste another second. He dragged Janus with him as he began to very quickly walk while continuing to stim.

All Janus could do was stare at their hands. Their palms pressed against each other. His love's thumb brushing up and down his skin. He had never been happier over forgetting his gloves at home.

His cheeks stayed rosy red the entire walk. It was like walking on air. He didn't even realize Remus was still speaking until they got the cinema.

"-And that's why I thought it would have been better if the hamster had died!" He concluded.

".............Fascinating" Janus replied hoping it was a good answer.

"I know right!"

He looked down and realized they were still holding hands. His happy expression instantly dropped as he let go of Janus like he was made of fire.

"Oh fuck buckets! I should have asked if you were okay with like ehhh touch beforehand! Now you're gonna cut my head off!" Remus gasped out.

"Indeed, I do now hate you and I have already hired an assassin to kill you" Janus replied sarcasticly "It's okay, I promise"

Remus let out a breathe of relief in the most cartoon balloon leaking air way possible. "Neat!"

It was 3 pm on a Thursday so there weren't any people in line. Remus didn't even give his friend a chance to pay for his own ticket. He also got a big ass popcorn and a bag of eyeball candies.

He dumped the snacks into the arms of Janus as his eyes caught on a poster on the wall advertising another movie. He jumped up and down while pointing at it, like the excitement was too much to be contained in his body.

"It's my sister! She told me she would be in this one!" The poster didn't show the actresse's face since she had on a cloke to look dark and myserious (tm) "That's her I swear on the last human tooth I have!"

"I believe you. You could be her perfect stunt double"

Remus shoot his arms out "That's what I've been saying too!!! You really are a psychic! Being a stunt double is literally the dream job! I get to pretend to be killed in so many ways! I get to jump off of buildings!! Sadly she mostly does dramas and romances and all that boring stuff"

"Well I for one would love seeing you get stabbed on film" He held his hand over his heart as he said it.

"Omg snakey!! Thank you!! Means a lot!"

He had that wide smile on his lips again. Janus wished he was able to make him smile like that every day.

"Oh the movie is starting soon! Ahhhh exciting! Horror really is the best genre!"

Janus paled "Horror?"

"Yeah! I told you all about the movie on the way here remember? You're okay with horror right?"

"O-Of course! I have watched halloween alien on elm street like 5 times!" He lied.

Remus chuckled "Sure sounds like it"

They went into the screening room. Ads were running on the big screen. They were the only ones there. Remus found their seats right at the back in a corner. He sat down and triumphantly put his feet on the seat in front of him.

"Look at that snakey! We've got the whole room to ourselves! Only...."

His eyes suddenly stopped and shifted to stare out into air. His happy expression slowly disappeared leaving a hollow look on his face. He moved his legs up to his chest and sat completely still.

".....Only us......"

Janus slumped down in the seat next to his. Remus leaned away in his seat so he was further from his friend.

"Indeed. I could poison you and no one would be here to stop me. But I won't...yet" He hoped a joke would make his love lighten up again.

Remus forced a halfhearted smile "Sure that"

The movie started. Janus was already stress eating popcorn from fear by the time the first scene had ended. Which only made him even more stressed over making Remus think he was a fat gluttonous disgusting mess! Which he was! But he didn't want him to know that!!

Whenever he glanced over to Remus he looked just the same, As if the movie was fucking mamma mia or something.

He didn't want to seem unclassy and close his eyes like a 5 year old so he tried to comb his hair in front of his eyes instead. He couldn't stop his racing heartbeat or his unsteady hands though. He didn't do well to loud sounds. Or screaming voices.

He jumped in his chair at an extra gory scare. The popcorn landed all over his body. His cheeks went red enough to be mistaken for a ladybug.

Remus glanced over at him "You don't have to hide that you're scared y'know. The audience reaction is like half the fun"

"Me? Scared? I haven't felt scared since I buried a body in 1967! This is just how I show my appreciation for movies!" He blurted out the lie in a panic.

His love threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh. He couldn't stop as he buried his head in his hands. His shoulders moved in rhytm to his giggles. It seemed to calm his nerves a bit.

"Holy shit snakey that was such a horrible lie! You're such a dork! I say that with affection I promise"

Janus couldn't help but chuckle along "Dork actually means something really dirty. I know since I was practically married to my dictionary when I was youn-"

"WHALE PENIS! I know!! You're the first one who also knows!"

"I suppose that means we're soulmates now" Janus couldn't help but say it.

"Penis soulmates!"

Janus sighed "Yes"

In the movie a man's torso was ripped from his body. Remus flapped his hands. Janus let out a quiet whimper.

"I could infodump a bit if that would make you less scared"

Janus leaned closer to respond but Remus instantly flinched back. He made sure to keep keeping his distance "I would love to hear"

He shone up into a smile. It wasn't quite as carefree and happy as the other ones but it was still his smile and Janus had caused it. It made him feel warm.

He started rambling about the director's other movies and how the themes tied in with this movie. About how the director had studied to be a doctor so he know enough about biology to make all of the gore extra realistic. About how the movie soundtrack's added to the scare even though they were often silly. All while stimming. Sometimes he went quiet to focus on the film while Janus curled in on himself and closed his eyes.

Honestly Janus could have heard him go on for hours but sadly the movie eventually ended. And they eventually got out of the cinema. And eventually the snacks the shared while sitting on a bench outside also ended. And the conversation died out.

It was only around 5 pm but the sky had already started to darken. The streetlamps were getting lit one by one, and a few people were standing in line for the next movie. Janus feared having to say goodbye.

Luckily he didn't have to as Remus quietly asked "Could you like follow me home? The apartement is only 15 minutes and a minor murder spree away"

"Of course!" He replied a bit too excitedly.

He made sure to not walk too close as to not make him flinch again. Remus started to subconsciously hymm on a song after some time of silence. Janus couldn't stop feeling over the moon at the fact that he was hanging out with someone! And he seemed to like him!! And he was in love with him no less!!!

"Snakey I think I gotta admit something kinda dorky-"

"Is it the murder in 1967? We've all been there"

"Actually it was in 1987. Okay but really.....The only friends I've ever really had has been my sister and my ex, and some online friends here and there I guess but we lost contact really quickly. What I mean is that I'm really rusty on this whole friend thing and I'm just glad that you don't get annoyed by my infodumping or stimming or....or the whole me!"

Janus' eyes widened and he slowly let up into a laugh "Oh! Oh I have been so worried for nothing then! I've never had any friends, at all! This was literally the first time I ever went to a movie with another person! We're the same!"

Remus giggled "We really are penis soulmates!"

"I am begging you to not let that become a thing"

"Too late! It already is! We're both friendless dorks you motherfucker!! Of course we're penis soulmates!"

Janus sighed "I am suddenly so glad we are close to your place so I can get away from you.....That was a lie"

Remus lightly punched his shoulder "Better be. Or else I'd have to kidnap you!"

He stopped in front of a series of building of obviously quite glamorous apartements. Janus was honestly starting to wonder if he had a sugar daddy and or sold drugs. Or else he had no idea how he could afford all of this.

They stopped right in front of the entrance. Remus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Janus fiddled with his sleeves. Neither of them wanted to say goodbye.

Janus shuly glanced at his love's face. His birtmarks which he so wanted to press kisses to. His fluffy hair he would love to nuzzle into. His full lips which he thought about running his finger over every time he looked at them. He was beautiful. Just beautiful.

"Sooo....I guess I will either see you in hell or in fake therapy next week?" Remus asked.

"For sure"

He awkwardly opened the door "Well I will see you then then!" He did fingerguns "Bye penis soulmate!"

Janus rolled his eyes while waving "Bye.....phallus companion!"

The door closed and he was left in the silence. It took a few second and then

"YES! OH I did it! I survived! Aphrodite would be so proud of me!!"

Janus had to sit down. He was going to explode. He couldn't stop moving his hands around. He was going to pass out. He had never been happier. He deserved a whole soup bowl of ice cream.

He took off his beanie to drag his hand through his hair. He felt breathless from happiness as he stared up at the sky. He had never felt more in love.

He looked at where he imagined you would stand if you had a corporeal body.

"So I suppose your advice worked quite well. It did sound like he wanted to hang out again...So anon....or whatever voice that is in my head that asks me things......Do you have any suggestions on what we should do on our next hangout?"

[shotokimchi]

Hii! I feel like shit rn bc my boyfriend just broke up with me. I was wondering if you could write a bakugo x fem reader where class 1A is having a sleepover and the reader randomly gets a phone call. when she answers it it’s her boyfriend and he breaks up with her. so the whole night is basically just trying to cheer her up after that. and bakugo tells her that her ex was a dick and that she could do better/deserves better. just some baku fluff (Maybe her and baku start to date?) I totally understand if you can’t write this 🖤

Ofc, I’ll write a fic for you baby! I hope this makes you feel better and don't forget that there will always be people who will support you and love you no matter what! Just know that you deserve better <33333

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: none

Y/b/n: your bf’s name (but you can say jerk if you want to)

As every Friday night, class 1-A was having a slumber party in the common room. Everyone was gathered to eat junk food, tell stupid horror stories and have a pillow fight, even Bakugou was hyped for the pillow fight.  Bakugou, who managed to turn an innocent pillow fight into a real battle every time because of his contestant and ambitious character, was planning to do the same today. Everyone was sitting in the common room, it was crowded bc of some snacks, blankets, pillows and other unnecessary stuff.  Momo was trying to braid your hair, but you were so excited, you wanted to have a pillow fight and team up with Bakugou, he was very fast and had a strategy that’ll both lead you to victory. “Enough of this boring stuff!” Bakugou roared and pointed towards his pillow, “Let’s fight!” his sadistic smirk was sending shivers down your spine but it was somehow funny. Just when you were about to join him, your phone rang and everyone looked at you. “Sorry guys!” You muted your phone and turned towards Momo and whispered. “It’s y/b/n.” Momo gave a curious look towards your phone and whispered back “It can be an important thing, you should call back.” You nodded and when you were about to call y/b/n, your phone started to buzz in your hand. It was him, you had a weird feeling in your stomach but you ignored it “I’ll be right back, don't you guys dare have a pillow fight without me!” Mina gave a thumbs up and Kaminari whined “It’s your boyfriend isnt it? Arrgh why am i so single?!” Jirou snorted and replied “Because you are stupid.” Sero snickered and Kaminari pouted.

-

You went out of the dorm and sat on the stairs. It was a little cold and it caused you to tremble. You took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hey babe, what’s up?” When you heard a sigh coming from the other side of the line, you knew something was wrong. “Y/n, I can't do this anymore.” Your breath hitched in your throat and you tried to reply with a shaky voice. “W-what do you mean?” He was trying to be patient with you but you weren't having any of that. “Tell me!” He sighed again and started to talk with a stern voice “I don't want a relationship anymore, it feels like I don't have any freedom.” His reason for the break up made you even angrier, you weren't a controlling or possesive person, your relationship with your boyfriend was a healthy and happy one. “Are you cheating on me y/b/n? I never did stuff to restrict your freedom, im not a super jelaous or possessive person either! So you should give me a better reason than this!” When you didn't get any response, tears started to gather in your eyes. “No Y/n, I'm not cheating on you. I just don't want to date someone, it doesn't make me feel happy.” You started to shout “So you are throwing me away because you got bored! This is your reason?!” When he was about to reply, you hung up on his face and sat there with tears in your eyes. You wanted to sob loudly but didn't want to alarm or worry your classmates, just when you were about to get up, the door of the dorm opened.

-

Bakugou wasn’t a patient person so when you left to answer the call from your bf, he got pissed. “Why are we waiting hah?” Kirishima sighed and patted his shoulder “What if it's an important call?” Bakugou growled and got up from the floor “I can't wait for someone’s lovey-dovey shit!” Then started to walk towards the exit, he opened the door and saw you sitting with your head between your hands. “Oi L/n! You are making us wait-” just when he was about to burst, he heard Y/n’s silent sobs and realized that she was shaking. Bakugou could look like a mean person but he actually cared about his friends, so he started to walk towards her and waited. “O-oh Bakugou! I’m sorry, I’ll be there in a minute.” When she didn't turn to face him, Bakugou tched and sat next to her. “Why r u cryin?” He mumbled and she looked at him with a confused expression “Huh?” He was embarrassed bc he wasn't the perfect person for comforting, so he started to look somewhere else and shouted “I said why are you crying, dumbass!” Then she sniffled and started to play with her fingers “My boyfriend just broke up with me, he told me that he wasn't happy but... I gave my all, just for him.” When Y/n started to cry again, Bakugou felt mad, how can someone dump her when she gave everything she could? He remembered the times that she was going out on dates with her bf, that guy looked happy, so why he was being such an ass? Bakugou took a deep breath “Because he is a good damn extra and a jerk.” Y/n stopped sniffling and looked at him, she was listening to him so he continued. “I thought you were stronger than this, is this really gonna make you cry?” Normally someone would get angry or offended at his words but he was trying to comfort her and Y/n understood Bakugou’s intention, so she smiled. “No, I'm not weak. You are right Bakuogu, thank you.” Then she got up and gave him a small smile “Wanna team up with me for the pillow fight?” Normally his competitive personality wouldn't let him but since she was having a hard time Bakugou smirked “You better give your all!” She nodded and ran inside.

-

Your back was pressed against Bakugou’s, both of you were taking this pillow fight seriously so the others did the same. “Aaaaah!” You let out a battle cry and hit Mina with all your might, she backed away with wide eyes “Geez Y/n, I'm not a villain!” Bakugou let out a sadistic laugh “You scared raccoon eyes?” Then Kirishima charged at him and they started to wrestle on the ground, after taking care of Mina, you realised that Kirishima managed to knock the pillow out of Bakugou’s hand and he was blocking Kirishima’s hits with his arms, you quickly grabbed the pillow and shouted “Bakugou, catch!” You threw the pillow towards him and he gave Kirishima a sadistic smirk. Kirishima’s eyes widened “Uh-oh.” Now Bakugou was in advantage and you started to laugh but felt someone’s presence behind you “Todoroki!” You immediately dodged his pillow and swung yours at his face “You need to do better than that L/n.” Then you started to run around with Todoroki while laughing like a little toddler. Bakugou’s eyes fell on you and he sighed, “You are relieved that she’s happy now, huh?” Kirishima’s words made him scowl and he started to hit his friend “What do you mean shitty hair?!” Kirishima pushed Bakugou and managed to escape while shouting teasing words like ‘aww you actually care’ or ‘you are a great friend bro!’ oooor ‘softie’

-

After the pillow fight, most of your friends gave up bc of Bakugo and you. Then everyone started to get into their sleeping bags or layed on their mattresses, your eyes fell on Bakugou, he was getting ready to sleep. He usually slept early so you knew he was tired but decided to give a shot. You slowly approached him “Hey Bakugou, do you have a minute?” His eyes found your form and he had a stoic expression on his face, he wasn't scowling or growling. He nodded and got up but his eyes met with Kaminari and Sero’s they were grinning like stupid hyenas. He gave them a horrifying look and that shut them up. Then the both of you walked towards the kitchen, and you gave him a thankful smile. “Thank you so much for tonight Bakugou. If you wouldn't have come outside, I don't know if I could managed to handle my emotions.” He huffed and tried to look anywhere but you, he never got a sincere ‘thanks’ the only people who knew about his soft side was Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero. You couldn't control your happiness and gave him a quick hug, that caught him off guard and he tensed “S-sorry!” Actually, the real reason I wanted to talk with you is that... Uh, I know you like spicy food so wanna go grab some spicy fried chicken tomorrow?” He wasn't experienced when it came to doing stuff with people other than his squad so he felt nervous but he wasn't going to hide like a little boy so he nodded “Sure, whatever...” He answered like he didn't care but actually he was panicking.

-

After your conversation with Bakugou, the two of you left the dorms to have some spicy food and after that you started to chat about regular stuff like training, his hobbies and you told him that you love the arcade and even he had a calm expression on his face, you noticed the glint in his eyes when he heard the word ‘Arcade’. He huffed and mumbled “Guess we need to go to the arcade, what a pain...” But you grinned and decided to tease him, bc you knew that he wanted to go too. “You aren't gonna back away right? Bc I'm so good at those games!” His eyes widened “HAAAAH?! Are you underestimating me?!” You started to laugh and tugged at his coat “Ofc not! Come on, let's go!” He tched but didn't yank his arm, he let you tug on it and his expression softened.

-

And that's how you started to date Katsuki Bakugou, you guys were regularly going to the arcade to let out some stress, having spicy food competitions and going out for morning runs together. He always looked so calm and unaffected but, the butterflies in his stomach told him otherwise. You were funny, thoughtful, calming to be with, beautiful (but he calls you ugly, what a tsundere). You balanced him and he was relieved to have you in his life... Like every morning, you were jumping trying to stretch your muscles while waiting for him to come and join you for the regular morning run. When the door of the dorm opened, your eyes sparkled with happiness. “Good morning Katsu!” The nickname still made him blush, but he successfully managed to hide the pink dust on his cheeks and huffed. “Morning, dumbass.” You chuckled and pecked his cheek, his cheeks got warmer and he covered his face “What are you doing dumbass, it was weird! What if someone sees us?!” You chuckled and poked his cheeks “Its called affection, Katsu!” He grabbed both of your wrists and looked into your eyes, you were giving him the most beautiful smile. He tched and turned his cheek towards you, you gave him a confused look and he growled “What are you waiting for dumbass? Do it again..” He mumbled and you giggled, after showering him with a lot of kisses he was running like a god damn horse. His blood was pumping, he felt like his heart was about to get out of his chest but it wasn't because of running, it was the kisses... Then you managed to keep up with him and quickly pecked his cheek “Catch me if you can Katsu!” You speeded up and giggled, now his face was as red as Kirishima’s hair. “Come here!” He shouted and you laughed, your break up with your ex wasn’t a bad thing after all... You found someone who cared for you and loved you, even if he was bad at showing it, Bakugou Katsuki was the best boyfriend ever...

A/n: I hope you liked it baby! When I saw ur ask I immediately sat down and started to write it so I’m really sorry if its a mess <3

[imma-fan]

GOT7// S/O GETS JEALOUS

+i haven't written in awhile soooo here's my rusty work

Mark usually knew better than to put himself into positions that would cause you to get jealous and upset, but, today he just couldn't get the hint from one of the new interns that had been flirting with him. Yeah, you knew he couldn't exactly to tell her to fuck-off, but, she was being handsy and talkative while her job was to run quick errands for the staff. It had been going on all day and it irritated you but, you knew better to cause a scene for no reason, especially at his place of work. That was until you watched her boldly place a hand on your boyfriend's chest and give him sultry eyes, at the sight of that, you had a few choice words for her, and Mark had no business stopping you. You matched each other with temper but, he was always kind of nervous when you were able to get loud with someone else, especially a stranger.

Once you two were alone after you gave the intern a piece of your mind he would shower you in love. Hugging and kissing you in the privacy of your guys shared apartment. Mark didn't really like when you got jealous, he saw it more as him lacking in showing how much he loves you, so when you did express your insecurity he tried to relax you by showing that you're the one he cuddles and goes home to every night.

"I held off all day. She didn't have to touch you like that. She had no right." You mumbled into his chest, knitting your brows at the thought.

"I know, I know." He squeezed you tighter.

"Only aghase and I are allowed to have you."

That made him chuckle softly. "Aghase is doing charity work by letting you be with me." He joked.

Jaebum knew you got jealous easily, he also knew that you had no problem letting others know that you were jealous. So, as soon as momoland's AhIn, asked for his number backstage at an award show while you were getting ready for your set, he politely declined. Although, his easy let-down didn't go so well and she simply slipped a paper with the number and her name into his suit pocket. He was shocked by the boldness and scratched the back of his head as the shorter girl walked away from him.

Once you were done performing and cleaned yourself up, you went back to your seat with Jaebum and the other GOT7 members. Jae handed you an open water bottle and you took it thankfully, you watched as the cap fell and he picked it up - a piece of paper falling from his clothing as well. You picked it for him, seeing that he didn't notice, but, once you realized the details of the writing you felt heat rise up your neck. You scolded Jaebum loudly for saving a girl's number like that, not caring of the other idols around you all.

Jaebum was so flabbergasted considering he didn't do anything wrong but, soon got out of that trance when you figured out who it was and began to hunt for her. But, like always, Jaebum knew exactly what to do to make you calm down. "I'll explain backstage... Then we can show her who I belong to." He spoke into your ear, hands tightly on your hips, you huffed out and obliged. Let's just say, after your little talk, Jaebum spent the rest of the award show with his collar up.

Jackson loved when you got jealous and possessive over him, especially with girls he knew were trouble himself. When he found himself sitting alone at a Red Lobster with a trashy looking waitress trying to bat her false eyelashes at him, he was more than pleased when you arrived. "Baby! Are you ready to eat? This is my girlfriend." He pointed you out to the waitress and that's when the red flag went up in your head. You ignored it, hoping it was just Jackson being excited.

You both had been enjoying your meal and finished, wanting to wait on the dessert menu, you went to use the bathroom quickly. Not even in those couple of minutes you were gone the waitress was pushing her flat chest together and smiling 'sweetly' at your boyfriend, which isn't something you took lightly. You saw Jackson's obvious discomfort and went straight up and tore one into the lady, going a bit overboard considering your English far exceeds your Korean skills.

It had gone on for long enough for Jackson, who had been smiling to himself, and he interjected, leaving some cash for the meal on the table and pulled you out of the restaurant, mumbling obscenities to yourself all the way to the car. Jackson held you close, holding you gently as you hugged him back. "That was so cute!" He chuckled, holding you tightly. "You're even hotter when you're jealous." He teased.

Jinyoung didn't understand the jealous outbursts you would get occasionally but, he took them as a sign of love...sometimes. This, was not one of those times. When he walked into the studio with Jaebum to see you holding up a finger to the sound engineer as you told her off for those inappropriate messages she had sent, he was embarrassed. He pinched his temple as you cursed and spoke informally to the lady older than you, wanting to act as if he hadn't seen or heard anything, but, that opportunity passed when you pointed a finger at him. "That's mine! Do you understand?" You spoke slowly and loudly.

"Aish! Come here!" Jinyoung demanded to you, stepping out of the studio with you. You glared at the woman on your way out. "You need to learn to behave yourself. She knows how I feel. Leave it-" You cut him off, beginning to rant on about the unprofessionalism of the comments. "You! You are being unprofessional." He scolded, running hands through his hair, clearly annoyed. "You can sit in there... quietly. In silence." The smile on your face and the quick peck on his lips made him sigh out, as you walked past him.

Youngjae pulled his mask over his face as he watched you walk over to the three MC's who thought it'd be okay to start a group chat dissing you and your relationship. You were definitely more in people's face and more outspoken than your boyfriend but, that's what he loved about you. He was too civil and cordial with others so, people took that as weakness. You, on the other hand, made how you felt known and got your point across. No different when talking to the three women who seem to share half a brain cell.

Youngjae watched with wide eyes as you sternly spoke and threatened the girls. Once you were done you walked over to your boyfriend and looked at the three of them. "Next time you want to start something, I will make sure you three will never be able to MC again." You warned and took youngjae by his sleeve and dragged him out of there. He stayed quiet but, once you two were out of earshot he laughed out about how scared they looked and how angry you seemed, which in turn, made you laugh along.

Bambam was one to mess around with anyone who would have fun with him, that's one of the many things you lived about him. He was super open and outgoing and good at making friends. So, when bambam wanted to invite home some of the GOT7 members and Lisa from BlackPink you didn't really think anything of it. You cleaned up a bit, and put out drinks for the guests.

You were sat on the couch as Bambam and Lisa we're the first to walk in, the GOT7 members behind them. You stood up, going to greet everyone but, Lisa made you stop in your tracks when she spoke in Thai to your boyfriend. You knew something was off when his head tilted and his face went blank. "What? This is her house too." Bambam spoke in Korean, the shared language. The girls face dropped and glared towards you and that's when you got the hint that she thought bambam was being more than friendly when that wasn't the case.

You spoke up, telling her the facts with some rude and unnecessary comments in between. But, while you did some of GOT7 watched in disbelief and uncomfort while Bamabam and Yugyeom laughed hysterically at the situation and at your bluntness. Bambam loves when you get jealous because you constantly act as if you don't. Plus, it feeds his ego.

Yugyeom knew he was in big trouble as soon as he walked into the studio to see you standing there, arms crossed, with his cell phone in hand. He had gone to the jungle and couldn't take his phone, so he left it with you, in that time 39 text messages and 26 missed calls had blown up his phone. They were all from his ex-girl friend, so obviously you got to digging and saw she had been doing this for months, everyone ignored or telling her to screw off.

You smiled at him and threw the phone at the wall, shattering it. "Why would you do that!??" You watched for a couple of minutes before handing him a new phone, with a new number.

"You have a new number, now." You smiled cutely. "Hide anything like that from me again and I'll just break the phone." You warned with the smile still on your face. Yugyeom liked when you got jealous because it means you care, but you did get a bit scary at times, but, it was kind of hot to him.

"Yah... I should punish you for-" he started.

"Save it. You're in big trouble, butthole." You waved him off.

[zodiyack]

Billy Hargrove VS The World

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Scott Pilgrim Vs The World AU (See note!)

Warnings: 7 exes that would love to kill Billy, violence, swearing, soft!Billy, I guess two sexual references since it’s Billy we’re talking about, smut mention but no smut, making out, SPOLIERS!, and cheesy pirate Patel

Words: 4947

Note: This is a Scott Pilgrim Vs The World AU because I love that movie and it would be interesting to write an AU involving that. Also this is a multiple part story due to all 7 exes and the battles. One ex per post! (maybe) I’m sorry for the unoriginal title lmao

By the way, yes. There is dialogue from the movie. That is in and going to be in this miniseries. As I said, I love this movie and I think most of the dialogue was funny, plus it is semi important to the story. And the exes are the same people from the movie. Sorry if you don’t like that.

o/o/y/f/c = One of Your Favorite Color(s)

Bold = Words From The Movie (that appear on the screen, if you’ve watched it, then you know what I’m talking about)

Italics with apostrophes = Billy’s thoughts (and Matthew’s thoughts but only once)

Italic = Used for a few different things, mainly enthusiasm/emphasis on words

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

link to the soundtrack on youtube ‘cause why not (a few will be in here I guess)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5 and 6. Part 7.

“Look.”

Tommy pointed to the new girl. Finally, some fresh meat for Billy. Or Tommy, whichever one thought of her first. Billy finally grew bored of the girls at school, he waited for one that was newer. Fresher. Cuter.

There she was. Her unnatural o/o/y/f/c hair sat on her shoulders. Roller-blades on her feet, her torso clothed in a shirt covered with a hoodie and another jacket. Her bag hung by her side, headphone strings leaving it and connecting to the headphones on her head. She didn’t look like most girls. Billy had seen most of them, and none had looked as breathtaking nor interesting as her. Before either teens could walk over to her, a boy around their age walked in front of them. She was gone when he moved.

“Weird...”

“I hear she’ll be at Tina’s party tonight.” Carol noticed the boy’s fascination with the new kid, sharing it. “We should go, it’ll give you the chance to learn more about her, Billy.”

“We’ll see.” He brushed off his thoughts about the odd girl, her choice of hair color and clothing, and her headphones that caused her mental absence from the world. Billy turned and walked away, continuing with the rest of his day.

. . .

Billy was stopped by Tina. She asked him how the party was going and if he needed anything.

“Hey Tina, you know everyone, right?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.” She let out a small laugh. Billy didn’t know whether it was fake or genuine.

“Do you know this one girl with hair...” He grabbed a pen the same color as the new girl’s hair color, quickly drawing a horrible doodle of the girl’s hair. “Like this?”

“Yes, that’s Y/n L/n.” Tina took a sip of her drink, “Someone said she was gonna be here tonight actually.”

Billy’s hand that held the drawing went down quickly, his head snapping to the side and his eyes searching for Y/n. “What?”

“Oh Billy, you got the hots for her or something? I’ve gotta tell you though, I hear she’s a little hardcore-” Tina had looked down mid-sentence and when she looked back up Billy was gone. She turned her head with confusion.

Meanwhile, Billy was now walking through the crowd in search of his unique looking crush. His eyes and head shifted when he couldn’t see her, switching from left and right with each step he took. He didn’t blink, afraid that he’d miss her if he did. After many turns of his head and movements of his eyes, he finally spotted her. His hand clenched the red solo cup, squeezing it until it was crumpled and disfigured.

He slid along the wall, stopping when his body was right next to hers. He faced her, his body turned slightly so that she knew she had his full attention.

“Hey, what’s up?”

She turned her head to him for a second, facing forwards again and replying with, “Nothing.” before taking a sip from her cup.

“Hey you know swimming?”

“I know of it.” She took another sip, still not facing him.

He rambled on about the breast stroke and how he could teach her. Billy took notice of her silence, looking up to see that she was facing him with no emotion visible. 

“That’s amazing.” Her reply was just as her face was; emotionless and dull.

“Uhm...” He looked down. No girl could make Billy nervous. By now, he’d have them a blushing mess, begging for him to do whatever he’d like. So now that the new girl, on the first day she’d ever met him, just somehow managed to make him regret every word he said, he thought he’d gone soft. “Am I dreaming?” Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion and another emotion Billy couldn’t quite think of. However, it was enough to make him regret speaking once more. “I’ll leave you alone forever now...”

“Thanks.”

And Then

He Stalked Her

Until She

Left

The Party

“Dude!”

He grabbed Tommy’s shoulder, spinning him around.

“What?”

“She’s totally real!”

“Who?”

“Y/n L/n.” His gaze went elsewhere. Billy then speeded off to find Tina. “Dude!” She made a face at Billy’s sudden approach, but let him speak. “What do you know about Y/n L/n?”

“All I know is that she’s (ethnicity).”

His sudden dramatic and demanding of knowledge persona swapped to dreamy, just as it had when he said her name to Tommy. “(ethnicity)...”

“Why don’t you go talk to Sandra and Monique, they know more about her.” Tina’s head nodded to two blond women laughing in a doorway. Billy rushed to them.

“Lady-dudes. What do you know about Y/n L/n?”

Sandra spoke up first, “I heard she has a boyfriend.” Monique confirmed her knowledge, “Mhm, yes. Left him back in New York.”

Billy felt a bit annoyed, but still wanted to know more. “Yeah yeah yeah...What else?”

He asked other people, earning all kinds of different responses.

“I heard she kicks all kinds of ass.”

“She’s on...another level!”

“She has men dying at her feet!”

“She’s got some battle scars dude.”

“What about Y/n L/n?!” Robin asked, semi full of annoyance for her old friend.

“You know her? Tell me now.”

“She just moved here, got a job at the mall, comes into my work.”

“Does she really?” His tone was dreamy again.

A girl put her arm around Robin, “didn’t you say she just broke up with someone?”

“Did she really?”

“They had uh...huge fight or whatever?”

“Did they really?”

Robin slapped the other girl’s arm off of her. “Yes! But I didn’t want Billy to know that, Kate!”

“Yeah...I don’t know what it is about that girl-”

“Billy, I forbid you from hitting on Y/n! Even if you haven’t had a real girlfriend in over a year or whatever.”

Billy’s daydreaming halted to a stop. He let out a scoff and turned away.

“Hey, woah woah woah, my man Billy’s got all kinds of girls...he’s totally getting with an older girl sometime, right?” Tommy couldn’t keep his big mouth shut, as usual.

“Getting with an older girl or multiple girls is not having a real girlfriend.”

“She’s got a point.” Kate wrapped her arm around Robin again.

“I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore?”

Robin slapped away Kate again. “I don’t want you scaring off one of my old friends now that she’s in town, Billy. We all know you’re a lady-killer-wannabe-jerky-jerk.”

“That’s completely untrue.”

“That time with Lisa?”

“That was a misunderstanding.”

“That time with Holly?”

“That wasn’t what it looked like.”

“That time you dumped Faith for-”

“Okay me and Faith are all good now, right?” He turned to where the girl Robin had mentioned stood. Her cup was in her hands and her face was blank with wide eyes. She looked traumatized. Billy turned back to Robin.

“Whatever! Y/n’s just out of your league, let’s just leave it at that. Besides, I’m not even sure she had a big break up. She keeps mentioning some guy named Gideon.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what it is about that girl-”

“FORGET IT BILLY!”

. . .

“What’s this?”

“I don’t know, it’s a letter for you dumbass. Read it.”

Billy grunted and took the letter from his father, tearing it open and allowing his eyes to scan the page slowly. He mumbled the words as he read them. It was only Max and him in the room, so it couldn’t do much harm. “Dear Mr. Hargrove, it has come to my attention that we will be fighting soon. My name is Matthew Patel and blah blah blah blah...fair warning, mono e mono, 7 evil blah blah... This is... This is... This is-”

Max grew annoyed with her older brother. “What?!?”

“This is borrrinnnggg. Get rid of thisss.” He threw the letter into the recycling and walked up the stairs to his room. “Hey Max?” For once, he didn’t care about being an ass to the redheaded girl. He had a plan, and he needed her as an excuse to leave the house.

“What is it?”

“Wanna go to the mall?”

“For real?” Of course, he couldn’t tell her. “Let me get my wallet and I’ll meet you in the car!”

. . .

“Hello. Robin tells me you ordered this ice cream but left before she could give it to you, so here.” The ice cream that she handed him was indeed abandoned when he heard Steve say that Y/n was in the mall and would be hanging around Scoops soon. “You gonna take it? Ooor-”

“Hi, I was thinking about asking you out but then I realized how stupid that would be...so do you wanna go out sometime?”

“Um no, that’s okay. You can just pay for this, alright?”

“You don’t remember me, do you? We met at the party the other day.”

“Were you the swim guy?”

“Nooooooooo, not even. That was some total ass...I was the...other guy.”

“You know you need to take this and pay for it?”

“But if I do, you’ll leave.”

“Yeah. It’s how it works.”

“Okay well maybe, do you wanna hang out sometime? Get to know each other? You’re the new kid on the block...right, I’ve lived here...for a while so there are reasons...for you to hang out with me.”

A short pause was shared between the two. Y/n’s eyes glanced up to Billy’s with an eyebrow raised. He didn’t know why he felt desperate, but this girl was making him feel different.

“You want me to hang out with you?”

“Um...” He looked down shyly, but quickly looked back up to her face. “Yeah, if that’s cool...” His tough demeanor seemed to flee whenever she was present.

“If I say yes, will you take and pay for your damn ice cream?”

He snatched the ice cream from her and tossed it over his shoulder and into the garbage can behind him effortlessly, taking out the money needed and handing it to her. “So yeah, eight o’clock?”

So Yeah ( . . . )

“Why’re you just standing there?”

“Dude, I’m totally waiting on you.” Y/n turned to Billy, her hands tucked into the pockets of her hoodie. Billy didn’t know whether she looked offended or confused.

“Oh...I’m sorry, I just assumed you were too cool to be here on time...” In other words, he assumed she was like him. If you were at Tina’s party, then you were bound to be somewhat of a “cool kid” or a rebel or anything remotely relating to popularity. Then again, Tina loved handing out invites.

“Well. You assumed wrong.”

They walked in the chilly weather. Small talk slowly formed and they tried their best to get to know each other just as Billy had suggested. His nervousness didn’t leave him around her, and he was glad that no one else from school was there to see him make a fool of himself. ‘You’re just gonna get lucky and then leave her like the rest of them.’ No matter how many times he told himself that, he was too interested in Y/n. His felt something he wasn’t sure he had ever actually felt.

“So, how’d you end up in Hawkins?” Crap. He wasn’t even sure he could get to like him. Let alone be his snack of the week.

“Just needed to escape I guess...”

“Oh yeah.” He knew exactly how she felt. Or at least what he thought she meant by it.

“I got this job here and Gideon always said Hawkins was one of the cool places, so.”

Now Billy felt the need to ask the question that had been bugging him since Robin brought it up. “Is Gideon...your boyfriend?” It had been bothering him and filling him with a small amount of disappointment and worry.

“He’s...a friend.” Her gaze strayed away.

“Was he your boyfriend?”

She looked hurt. Hurt and uncomfortable. “Do you mind if I don’t get into that right now?” Y/n turned and walked to the swing set in front of them.

“Uh- it’s so not interesting to me...” 

Y/n kept walking, Billy joining her and attempting to not bother her any more than he had already done. She took notice and initiated conversation so that he wouldn’t feel as awkward and guilty, “What about you, what do you do?”

“Oh, I’m in between jobs at the moment.”

“Between what and what?” She moved in front of the swing and sat down as Billy started talking. He did the same but his movements were still shy and cautious.

“Well my last job was...a long story, filled with sighs.”

“I know plenty of those.” Billy took the opportunity to check on Y/n. His face slowly looked over to hers, which was looking up and admiring the sky.

“Is that why you left New York?” 

She looked in front of her, furrowing her eyebrows and nodding, “Pretty much. Just time to head somewhere a little more chilled.”

A cold breeze swept past the two. It was incredible timing.

“Well it’s certainly chilled here!” The wind gave Billy the perfect opportunity to try and lift the mood. A smile rested on his face, his joke seemed like one of the funniest things in the world seeing as Y/n had that same smile.

“Yeah...”

“It’s chilled as in cold...” Oh no. ‘Why the fuck am I so awkward?”

“Yeah.” ‘Oh dear god she noticed.’

The two decided to swing a bit more. With the conversation at a pause, that was honestly probably needed, Y/n and Billy swung their legs back and forth. competition started. They both tried to see who could go higher, Y/n won and smiled slightly while Billy smiled and chuckled with accepting defeat.

After they finished their fun, Billy and Y/n hopped off the swings for a finale. They continued their conversation afterwards, light droplets of rain mixed with small snowflakes falling over their heads.

“It’s ridiculous. Isn’t it like September?”

“No...but it doesn’t snow much in Indiana...ya know, I can barely see you?” His leather jacket was suddenly not projecting as much warmth as he normally would have anticipated. “This whole thing is an unmitigated disaster.”

“I think ‘Act Of God’ is a pretty decent excuse for a lousy date.”

Billy stopped in his tracks. A sneaky signature smirk crept onto his face and his usual attitude made an appearance. “So this a date, eh?”

She stopped as well and turned. “Did I say date?” He nodded. “Slip of the tongue.”

“Tongue.”

“Anyway, nights not over yet...” She turned back to where they were originally facing, “and there’s a thingy over here somewhere.”

“Thingy?”

Once again, she turned her head towards him. “A door.” She turned it back, yet again, but this time there was a door in front of them. Odd. She nodded her head over to it in a beckoning way. “Come on.”

Billy took her hand and was dragged by her over to the mysterious door.

Y/n Come Closer ( . . . )

Y/n took off her shoes and looked up at Billy. He sat at her dining room table, staring at her with awe and adoration. Y/n broke the silence and walked over to her cupboard. “What kind of tea do you want?”

He didn’t know why he took his jacket off. His arms were cradling themselves as one would when they were cold. And he was cold. “There’s more than one kind?”

She opened the cupboard. “We have,” she inhaled. “Blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry caramel, vanilla walnut, constant comment annnnnd...earl gray.”

When her sentence was finished, Y/n turned to face a wide eyed Billy. “Did you make some of those up?”

She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a box, “I think I’ll have sleepytime.”

“That sounds good to me...”

She made the tea and set it on the table. Billy’s position didn’t go unnoticed by her, “Want me to get you a blanket?” Her eyebrows were raised with amusement.

“That would actually be...awesome.”

Y/n walked away into her room. A few minutes passed. More minutes. Billy was almost done with his tea. He wondered where she went. He wondered why she was taking so long. Billy decided to go into her room and check on her, making a grunt-like wheeze.

Facing her closet, she was taking off her shirt. Upon hearing him, she turned and raised her arms. “Dude I’m changing.” She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he just walked in on her while he bra was the only thing covering her chest. 

Billy let out a small, “Ah, sorry!” and covered his eyes. “I’m just cold...”

“Here. That help?”

“Yeah...that’s very warm...What is that?” His hands slowly left his face. “Oh- kaaay...” Y/n was standing right in front of him with a cheeky grin on her lips. He leaned in and kissed her. It was finally happening. Their lips danced together, it felt like they had rehearsed the dance for so long yet in reality they were very new to each other.

The make out session with Y/n was all it took to break Billy. He was in love and he couldn’t deny it. As their passion turned rough and intense, he thought of how happy he felt and how he wouldn’t normally feel that with a girl.

They finally pulled away. Billy’s arms were around Y/n and one of her hands was on his shoulder, her arms laying loosely, and her other was clutching his side under his arm.

“Were you just gonna...bring the blanket from your bed?”

“I guess...” Her voice was soft, unlike her previous dead tone. Billy managed to shatter her “hardcore” exterior with a simple make out session. Or so he thought, if you asked anyone what they thought, they’d say Y/n managed to break him within their first conversation and then decided to let him in after touching her lips to his.

“Maybe we should...both get under it...since we’re both so cold...”

“What about our tea?”

Of course. The tea. Billy didn’t give a fuck about the tea. “I can...not have tea.”

The night went on with passion and...lust. They stripped down to their underwear and continued making out on Y/n’s bed. At some point they got under the blankets and Y/n leaned over Billy to continue their rough kissing. When it was “just about to get good”, Y/n pulled away from Billy.

“I changed my mind.”

“...changed it from what?”

“I don’t want to have sex with you Hargrove.” She moved over beside Billy, laying on his arm and snuggling into his side. “Not right now.”

Another, “Oooh- kay?” escaped Billy’s mouth. As usual, he didn’t know if he should feel hurt, angered or just plain okay with it. He longed for Y/n. She was his addiction, better than any drug. In his mind, he made the exception; feel bad about it later, stay with her for now.

“It’s not like I’m gonna send you home in this weather or anything, you can sleep in my bed. And I reserve the right to change my mind about the sex later.” At least he had a chance.

“This is...nice. Just this...” He was referencing their semi-cuddling forms. “It’s been like, a really long time so I think I needed this...whatever it is so...thank you.”

Y/n leaned over and kissed his cheek, “You’re welcome.” He wrapped his arms around her when she wrapped one of her arms around his neck.

. . .

Billy and his basketball team were just having some harmless fun. It was a game, and school was out for the day. No one could do anything bad, right? Wrong.

Read to show off, Billy brought the new girl to the gym. Max was dragged along since Billy was her ride home. He and his team were horribly distracted by the pretty girl now known as Billy’s first official girlfriend. Scowls and mean looks were given to Y/n by the other girls at school, purely out of jealousy. This morning, Y/n was walked down the hall of Hawkins’ high under Billy’s arm, wolf whistles and more sounded around them.

A weird looking guy stormed into the room, “MR. HARGROVE. IT IS I, MATTHEW PATEL. CONSIDER OUR FIGHT,” Y/n looked horrified. She was pale and breathing unsteadily. The guy who had announced himself to be Matthew moved his head slightly, nodding his hair out of his face. “BEGUN!”

He ran at Billy. ‘What is this kid on?’ Time felt like it was moving in slow motion. “What did I do...?” His voice was slow. He really was moving in slow motion. “What do I do...” Matthew launched himself into the air with his fist raised. He aimed himself to punch at Billy.

Tommy gripped the shoulders of the boys next to him, leaning forward and yelling with entertainment. “Fight!”

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed. His fists clenched. He threw the basket ball to the side and shifted to a fighting stance. He blocked Matthew’s punch with his arm and reversed their roles. He swung his fist at Matthew’s face, somehow knocking him to the side of the room. Tommy, Max and Y/n’s eyes widened, as well as everyone else’s in the room.

Matthew still refused to give up. He jumped in front of Billy, “Alright! Alright...”

Max yelled from the bleachers. “Watch out!” They all turned to her. “It’s that one guy.”

“Ha!” Matthew smiled mischievously and ran at Billy again. Sadly, some people just don’t learn from their mistakes. Billy threw an uppercut to Matthews chin, sending him flying to the back of the room. Billy got in some extra punches while Matthew was still down. The two landed in front of each other, most of the people in the gym now gathered around them.

Matthew blew dust off his shoulders and turned to Billy before laughing a laugh that could’ve been mistaken for a villain’s. They started to circle each other, Mathew taking a step to the left and Billy taking a step to the right, “Well well well...you’re quite the opponent.” His neck moved left and then moved back to the right after each syllable when he said, “Hargrove.”

“Who the hell are you anyway?”

“My name,” he swung his right arm up into the air, his left clenched in a fist that met his collar bone. “is Matthew Patel! And I’m Y/n’s FIRST,” Matthew lifted his pointer finger on his left hand and moved his arm to the side. He moved his fingers so that his pinky, ring and middle fingers were out, his thumb and pointer finger touching so that the tips were smooshed together. He turned back to Billy, “evil ex boyfriend.” His shoulders moved up and down one at a time when he said boyfriend. When his hand went down, he let out a growl.

“Her what?” Everyone’s heads turned to Y/n.

She turned to Max and the other people on the right of her. Y/n nervously smiled, “Anyone need a drink?”

A fight initiated between the two boys, fists and feet being used. The grunts coming from both males were loud. Surely, at least one of them would have bruises after this.

Max made a face of massive confusion, looking around for any clues of the situation. Her older brother kept fighting the abnormal kid. After a few more swings, Billy, again, realized how confusing this really was. He wanted to ask beforehand, but this Matthew guy was really determined to teach Billy a lesson.

“Wait!” He held out his hand in a stopping motion. “We’re fighting over Y/n?” He personally had no problem with it, but the “Evil Ex” thing was getting to his head.

Matthew lowered his fist slightly, “didn’t you get my letter explaining the situation?”

“I skimmed it...”

Max squeezed her eyes shut and clicked her tongue. “Mm mm.” She shook her head with her disconfirming noise.

Matthew only seemed to grow madder. “You will pay for your INSOLENCE!” He threw kick after kick after kick, all of which were blocked by Billy. The anger fueled him to the point where Billy could only do few attacks with little time. Just as Billy was gaining the upper hand, Matthew socked him square in the face with both fists, then his right foot with a jump spinning kick.

The people in the crowd behind Billy caught him when he fell backwards from the attack, pushing him forwards and urging him to continue with the fight. Matthew backed up one foot at a time and did weird dance, finishing it off with pulling his coat forward a bit so the dust came off of it and tilting his left foot upwards.

“Hey.” Max leaned forward, gaining the attention of two boys as well as everyone else in the gym. “What’s up with his outfit?”

“Yeah. Is he a pirate?” Laughter flooded the room at Tommy’s observation.

Billy was also curious. “Are you a pirate?” He asked Matthew in a simple and genuinely asking way. Unfortunately, Matthew looked caught off guard and offended.

“Pirates are in this year!” He wasn’t shouting, but he said it with a sassy and upset tone. “Gah!” This time he did shout. His fist was aimed at Billy, and his feet were already moving forward.

More attacks were made. Billy finally did have the upper hand. After Matthew tried to hit Billy’s face again, Billy caught his arms and held them to his chest. His eyes and head turned to Y/n. He was pissed off now. “You really went out with this guy?”

Everyone faced Y/n now. “Yeah.” She stood up and leaned forward, “In the 5th grade.”

Silence. Billy looked around, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t, he spoke up again, “And?”

She sighed. “It was football season and for some reason, all the little jocks wanted me. Matthew was the only nonwhite nonjock boy in town, so the two of us joined forces and we took 'em all down. We brawled and scrapped, fought for hours. Nothing could beat Matthew’s mystical powers. We only kissed once. After a week and a half, I told him to hit the showers.”

Matthew was full of rage. His furrowed eyebrows and reddened skin could do nothing but confirm that statement.

“Dude wait- mystical powers?” Billy was confused. Unluckily for him, Matthew took advantage of his distracted state and broke free from his grip. Music started playing in the background. Matthew pushed Billy and turned to Y/n, holding out his pointer finger and pointing at her. The veins on his forehead were bulging.

“You’ll pay for this,” He paused for a second. Y/n was visibly afraid. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was was ajar. Matthew finished his sentence with a slight raspy sound to his voice, “L/n.” He swiftly turned to Billy and started dancing and singing. It’s a cringey dance and song to say the least.

“If you want to fight me,”

Max made the same confused face as she had previously. “What!?” She knew it was dumb to pick a fight with Billy, but to sing and dance while doing so? And to get her exes together so they could fight Billy? Were they that dumb?

“Hah! You’re not the brightest.

You won’t know what hit you,

in the sligh-igh-ightest.”

He made sounds with his mouth, floating into the air. Black and white colored girls, kind of like those old animations on tv, were summoned around him. They looked like someone wanted to make demon girls but was a perverted guy who loves hipsters.

“This guy’s good-” One of the basketball team members spoke. He too was wide eyed and confused as fuck.

“Me and my fireballs,

my demon hipster chicks!”

Looks like he was right about hipsters.

“Tell ‘em Matty.” They had a seductive-like voice. With a closer look, Billy could see that their eyes were like snakes. Their teeth were sharp too.

“I’m talking thee talk,

‘Cause I know I’m slick!” He winked before his weird demons spoke again.

“S-L-ICK.”

“Fireball-balls!” He threw the fireball at Billy, who thankfully dodged it in time. Gasps were heard around the room. At least it wasn’t just Billy seeing this shit. “Take this sucker out!” More flames erupted from his hands, shooting at Billy again.

“We’ll show him

What we’re all about!”

“That doesn’t even rhyme!” Billy finished off his sentence by throwing the now broken ring from the hoop at Matthew like a frizzbe. It hit him in the head and caused him to flip backwards a bit. His demons disappeared and it was his turn for his eyes to widen.

‘This is impossible. How can this be?’

Somehow, Billy heard and responded to Matthew’s thoughts with his own, ‘Open your eyes. Maybe you’ll see.’ He jumped at Matthew and returned the punch that had formerly knocked him back into the crowd.

Though, something strange happened this time. When Billy’s fist made contact with Matthew’s skin, he slowly fell a bit, but when he hit the ground, his body turned into 9 quarters. Everyone except for Tommy, Max, Carol, Billy and Y/n continued acting normal. The difference with them and the 5 others were that they had no memory of this “Matthew Patel” or of any fight. The damage in the gym was restored, but still. The 5 of them knew what happened and didn’t know quite yet that no one else did.

“Sweet! Coins!”

“Coins that’re mine, shortstack.” Billy took the remains of Matthew from the poor kid holding them. He walked outside, following the other 4 to discuss what just happened.

[krizaland]

Could you do one for a reader who just got heartbroken? Like the reader is sad about it and then Zim is like “yo wait I’m in love with you!” Headcanons or fic is fine

I sure can! 

Be warned: I’ve been having some terrible flashbacks about my abusive ex so this story involves recovering from an abusive relationship. While there won’t be anything too graphic there will be implied rape as well as emotional manipulation. 

With all that being said, there will be a happy ending.

Soft sobs and sniffles echoed from your bed as you buried your face into your pillow.

You finally managed to get away from your abusive S/O but for some reason your mind was swirling with confusion.

Your S/O treated you like shit. They threw you around and forced themselves onto you. They filled your head with lies and constantly threatened to kill you and your loved ones.

The final blow was finding out they were cheating on you behind your back. After you confronted them, they told you they never loved you and left you to rot.

You should’ve been thrilled to be away from such a terrible, cruel monster but yet, you couldn’t stop missing them.

Your S/O always told you that they were the only one who could ever love you. They told you that you were too broken for anyone else to love.

Your S/O was terrible but they were all you’ve known. Was this your fate? To be lonely forever?

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The sound of your wrist communicator going off woke you from your misery.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. As much as you didn’t want to talk to anyone, you knew you couldn’t ignore a call from Zim.

You never forgot the day he blew a hole through the wall of your S/O’s bedroom when they took your communicator away and tried to force themself onto you.

You had to admit, despite being a batshit crazy alien, Zim was one of the only people who seemed to truly care about you.

You remembered how furious Zim was when he saw what they were trying to do to you.

You tried to warn him to run but he didn’t listen. Instead he beat the absolute shit out of your S/O and whisked you away to his base to make sure you were alright.

As much as you appreciated the save, you knew your S/O would beat you again if you didn’t return to them right away.

As much as you wanted to stroll down memory lane, you didn’t want to keep Zim waiting much longer.

“Hey, Zim….”

“Good evening, Y/N. How was your- Wait. Why is your face all…leaky?” Zim asked as he tilted his head to the side.

“Oh, it’s nothing-”

“This is about S/O again isn’t it?!” Zim interjected.

“Well-”

“Isn’t it?!”

“Well-”

“Isn’t it?!”

“OK FINE IT IS ABOUT S/O!”

“ISN’T IT?!”

“I JUST SAID IT WAS!” You roared before regaining your composure.

“Geez! You don’t have to shout!” Zim huffed as he folded his arms.

“Sorry, I’ve just been emotional since…S/O left me…” You sniffled as a few more tears trickled down your cheeks.

Zim’s eyes lit up as his antennas quivered with excitement.

“That’s…wonderful news! You’re finally free of that HORRIBLE S/O!”

“That’s just it…I know I should be happy but…I miss them..” You admitted as you hung your head.

“Eh?! YOU ACTUALLY MISS THAT PATHETIC SORRY PEICE OF FILTH?!” Zim screeched as he snapped a finger in your direction.

“I know they were terrible to me but they were the only person who ever loved me! I’m going to be alone forever now!” You sobbed as you buried your face in your hands.

“LIES!! THAT FILTHY S/O LIES!!!” Zim roared as he flawed his arms in the air.

“Zim…You don’t understand-”

“I UNDERSTAND PERFECTLY! I UNDERSTAND THAT S/O IS FILLED WITH FILTHY LIES!!!” Zim seethed as he fought back the urge to cry.

“Well, who else loves me?! Huh?! Who else could possibly love someone like me?!”

“ME, ZIM! THAT’S WHO!” Zim quickly gasped and clamped a hand over his mouth as his mind processed what he just said.

“Did you just…”

“Zim out!”

And with that, Zim frantically cut the call.

You were utterly flabbergasted! Did Zim just say he had feelings for you?! All you could do was sit on your bed in shock.

BOOM!

The sound of Zim crashing through your wall snapped you out of your shocked state.

“What the- Zim?! What are you-”

“I apologize for coming over unannounced but…There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for quite some time now.” Zim admitted as his antennas laid flat against his head.

“Eh? What is it?”

“From the moment I met you, you always had shown me kindness without violating my boundaries. You have always made me feel safe and secure. Over time, I started to feel…different about you. I’ll admit at first, I didn’t know what these…feelings were. I was honestly kind of scared but…I now realized these feelings were…love.” Zim confessed as he rubbed the back of his head.

You blinked in shock and almost fell off your bed.

“W-What?!”

“Whenever I saw you with that..HORRIBLE, FILTHY ..URGH!..UGH! UGH! S/O! I felt rage unlike any other form of rage! I couldn’t stand seeing the way they treated you every day! EVERY DAY! Oh how I wanted to annihilate them but…they told me if I did so it would upset you.” Zim ranted as he flailed his arms about.

Your face softened as you put a hand on your chest. You didn’t realize Zim felt that strongly about you.

“I’ve been wanting to save you from them for so long. SO LONG! Now you’re finally free! You don’t have to accept my feelings for you but…don’t believe their FILTHY LIES any longer! S/O is nothing more than a filthy stink beast with a stupid smelly face full of LIES!! They aren’t worth your precious tears! The only they deserve is to feel all of the pain they’ve caused you..” Zim’s voice morphed into a cold growl.

Zim’s rant left you speechless for a moment. All this time you assumed Zim only saw you as a friend. All this time you thought you saw him as a friend.

Come to think of it, you always did feel fluttery around Zim whenever you saw him. You always enjoyed spending time with him and he always made you feel safe from S/O.

Zim always did his best to cheer you up and even cleaned up your wounds after a rough fight with S/O.

After a few moments of silence, you finally found your voice.

“Zim, do you really mean all of that?”

“OF COURSE I DO! Zim is not a FILTHY LIAR like that TERRIBLE S/O! My words come from a place of honesty!” Zim insisted as he put a hand on his chest.

“Do you really…love me? Even though I’m broken?” You asked as you wiped away a few more tears.

“Of course I do. How could I not love you? You’re the only human worthy of my superior love. ” Zim’s face softened as he took your hands in his.

“R-Really?”

Zim nodded as he gently caressed your face.

“Zim, I…I love you too! I love you so much you have no idea!” You confessed as you pulled Zim into a tight hug.

“I love you too: Zim whispered as he returned the hug.

“Zim, will you promise me something?”

“Of course! Anything for you, sweet Y/N!”

“Will you promise to be kind to me?”

“Eh?! Of course I will! What kind of question is that?!” Zim snapped as he quickly pulled away from the hug.

“I know it’s silly but…I need to know you won’t hurt me…Zim, I’ve suffered so much…I…I don’t think I can take another heartbreak.” You admitted and you looked down at your feet.

“Y/N, I can assure you I will never hurt you! I hereby vow from this day forth that no harm shall ever befall you ever again! I vow to protect you with every cell in my superior body! If anyone ties to harm you I shall annihilate them down to their every last atom!” Zim declared dramatically as he gently tilted your head upward.

You let out a small laugh as tears of joy spilled down your cheeks.

“Y/N, I love you. I won’t ever let you suffer like that again.” Zim promised as he wiped away your tears.

And with that, Zim plopped down next to you and you pulled him into a gentle cuddle.

You and Zim spent the rest of the evening cuddling and cracking jokes until you both fell asleep.

You knew recovering from your abuse wasn’t going to be easy but with Zim by your side, you knew you could get through anything.

[maandags]

Matt coming back to an s/o who has moved on

Request: Could you write matt coming back to earth, and seeing his s/o that he proposed to before he left for Kerberos, but she has moved on? Like she through he was dead for like... 10 years?? (Just my guess) I rlly hope this makes sense and sorry if it doesn’t :/

Hey! Thanks for requesting this, I hope this was what you had in mind. I had a fun time writing it! Even though it makes my heart hurt a lot because my baby D:

Anyway, hope you enjoy it xo

~Mod Water

Words: 1773

TW: very angsty

"Y/N, you have to come. Now."

"Iverson, it's literally three a.m."

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You had been sleeping peacefully when commander Iverson had woken you up from your slumber, talking incoherently and way too fast for you to understand. You'd assured the blabbering man that you'd be there in fifteen minutes before you threw on some clothes, put your hair in a ponytail, left a note for your still-asleep girlfriend that explained where you'd gone and drove towards the garrison at a speed that you were sure was not completely legal.

While you kept the gas pedal floored, you thought back to the conversation you'd had with Iverson on the phone. You hadn't understood most of it, but one name Iverson kept repeating. Matt Holt.

Matt Holt, your ex-fiancé. Matt Holt, the guy who had proposed to you before disappearing in space. Matt Holt, who had been presumed dead for over three years.

Of course, when you had heard about the Kerberos mission failure, you had done everything in your power to find out more about the crash. You had become a teacher at the Garrison to be close to any evidence, any clues that the Kerberos team could have survived. You'd spent many a sleepless night researching and worrying and crying over your lost fiancé. But so far, you'd come up with nothing.

Your thoughts jumped to the engagement ring that laid in a small jewellery box in your room. You hadn't looked at it in months. You rubbed your thumb over the spot on your ring finger where it used to sit, a small indentation on the skin a perpetual reminder of what you'd lost. Not that it mattered now, anyway.

You'd stopped hoping he was alive after a while. It had taken years, but eventually you had slipped that ring off your finger and met up with other people. You were dating a girl that you loved a lot. You'd moved on.

Or so you thought. Thinking about Matt now made your stomach clench, a feeling you hadn't had in a long time, perhaps because you'd never been this close to knowing what had hapened to him. You suddenly felt the strong urge to put the engagement ring back on your finger.

Your knuckles turned white on the steering wheel of your car. You had a girlfriend.

As you got closer to the Garrison, a little ball of heat started to form in your chest. It enveloped your heart with hope that Iverson had somehow found evidence that Matt was still alive.

But you pushed away the thought. You couldn't afford to hope when all you would recieve was disappoitment.

The thought that scared you the most was that maybe you never truly got over Matt. Of course you didn't, you had been planning to marry him, for God's sake. You had tried to forget about him by drowning yourself in work, nights out with friends, meeting new people in the hopes that one of them would fill the gaping hole that Matt had created when he left. And your girlfriend did. She'd made you forget about Matt, made you smile when nothing could cheer you up, taught you how to have fun again. She'd made your smile reach your eyes.

Sometimes, you thought you saw your friends shoot you worried glances. Sometimes, they still asked hesitantly if you were okay. You shrugged off their concern with endless I'm fine's, pulling your girlfriend closer or grabbing her hand as if to prove your point, when half of the time you weren't sure what being fine felt like anymore. But you'd pushed all those thoughts to the very back of your head, locked them in a mental drawer that you hadn't opened in a very long time. You had tried so hard to convince everyone that you were okay that you had started to believe it yourself.

And then Iverson dropped a bomb like this. You almost hit a cat as you hastily pulled up in the Garrison's parking lot, slamming your foot on the brake and getting thrown forward as the small animal hurried away. You took a second to catch your breath, taking big gulps of air as you tried to calm your racing heart down; you felt as if you'd just ran a marathon.

The echo of your quick footsteps were the only sound you heard as you sprinted down the hall. The bright artificial lights hurt your eyes after the dark night you'd left behind outside, leaving you with black spots in your vision. As you reached the door to Iverson's office, you didn't even bother to knock. You slammed open the door, and stopped dead in your tracks.

There, right in front of you, stood Matt.

He was dressed in clothes you were sure you hadn't seen before: a grey sort of tunic, ripped and burnt at the edges with brown trousers and black boots. His hair was longer than you remembered, reaching his shoulders and straighter: it used to stand up in all directions back when you knew him. He had gotten taller over the last few years: he'd grown at least a couple centimetres. His face was more rugged, and a scar stretched across his cheek. A shadow of stubble dusted his neck and chin. Almost all of the soft lines in his face were gone: his facial features seemed harder somehow, pointier, like a soldier's who'd just returned from a war.

Then you locked eyes, and your breath hitched in your throat. He'd changed so much that you almost wouldn't have recognised him, hadn't you known him so well, but his eyes had stayed the exact same. The same beautiful amber eyes that had stared into yours so many times before, and that you got lost in so easily. Those eyes that made your heart speed up, your palms sweaty and your knees wobbly.

The fact that all these feelings slammed into you the actual second you laid eyes on Matt scared you. A lot. You had to remind yourself to breathe.

"Y/N."

Matt breathed your name like he'd been waiting to say it. Like he was a man dying of thirst and your name was water. The look in his eyes was too much for you to handle: you spun on your heel and marched out of the office.

Once you stepped into the hall you broke out into a run, making a beeline for the nearest door to the outside. You heard footsteps echo behind you, a shout of your name, but you didn't slow down until you'd reached the door.

A hand gripped your own. You spun around, eyes watering. "You were dead, Matt," you spat.

You immediately regretted saying that, a look of hurt flashing across Matt's face. You snatched away your hand. "Where were you?"

Matt opened his mouth; closed it again, obviously not having anticipated your sharp words. "Space," he mumbled after a while, half a smile on his face.

You raised your eyebrows and scoffed, about to turn around again, but Matt grabbed your hand once more. "Y/N, wait."

"Space, Matt? That's all I get? Space? No, no," you cut him off before he could say anything. "For years I searched. Years. I've done everything in my power, and more, to find out what happened to you-" The words caught in your throat. You furiously wiped at the tears that had started pouring out of your eyes.

"You have every right to be angry at me, Y/N," Matt said softly, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "Just let me explain."

You gave a curt nod. You were going to get answers. Right now.

And so Matt told his story. You didn't understand half of it, though you did register something about aliens dominating the universe and a giant robot. You didn't interrupt him while he spoke, trying to find any sign on his face that he was making this up, but if there was one thing you knew about Matt, it was that he can't lie for shit. Matt was telling the truth, as weird as it seemed.

When he was done talking, you could only gawk at him. "Wow."

"That pretty much sums it up." A sad smile played on his lips. You frowned, only then noticing the way Matt's gaze flickered to your right hand every few seconds. Suddenly feeling guilty, you stuffed both of your hands in your pockets.

"I missed you so much." He wouldn't meet your gaze as he said it. His lips were pursed in a thin line. "I thought of you every day I was in that prison, and every day after that."

"Matt..." You didn't know what to say. All words just left your mind, and you could only stare as Matt reached up to wipe tears from his eyes.

"Matt, you were gone. As far as I knew, you were dead. I spent days and nights without sleeping, worrying about you, searching for you. But I was deteriorating." Now it was you that hesitantly took Matt's hand, forcing him to look at you as you spoke. "I wasn't eating, was barely drinking enough. I couldn't keep living like that. And then... well, I met Veronica," you sighed, reaching up to scratch your head. "Veronica got my life back on track. She was there for me when I was feeling particularly miserable and would always listen to me rant. She never gave up on me."

Matt nodded slowly, sadness evident on his face, but you grew more confident with every word you whispered to the still air between the two of you. "I still love you, Matt. I will always love you. I'm just not in love with you anymore."

The silence that followed your words tingled in the air, but it wasn't a tense silence. Just sad. Matt stared into your eyes for a long time, and you held his gaze, trying to comfort him. The words you spoke had obviously hurt him, but you needed him to know, because every single one had been true.

You did still love Matt. You loved him so much. You just weren't in love with him anymore.

"Can I still hug you?" He asked timidly, shuffling on his feet. You smiled, responding by wrapping your arms around his neck in a firm embrace. His body was warm, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, folding his arms around you. You felt your shirt get wet, but you didn't care, just gently stroked his hair.

"I'm glad you're alive," you muttered into his shoulder.

"Me too."

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Gahhhh my first fic! Don't hesitate to tell me what you think about it!

[kazosa]

Secrets - SoA: Chapter 7

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 7: Party time! Will anyone show up to ruin the fun? Warnings: language, smut(ish?), brawl (wouldn’t be a SAMCRO party without one!) A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, SPOILERS Word Count: a bunch Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller ​  @sam-samcro​  @tstieff​  @yourcroweater​  @kacilove26​  @hiddlelove​  @evilsorceress​  @reallynigga21​  @suz-123​

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March 17 – St. Patrick’s Day Getting the Grim Bastards to patch over to SAMCRO had been tougher than Chibs or T.O. had anticipated. After everything they and Jax had done to get them all back to an even playing field, no one was in a big hurry to do much of anything. Sticky and Menace were doing their best to keep the club afloat and enjoying a bit of the power they’d gotten. T.O. had tried to get them to listen, but they weren’t ready yet. Now, over two years after it all happened, they were struggling, losing members and getting passed over for jobs. Sticky and Menace were finally ready to talk through a deal, much to the relief of T.O., he still loved his former club members and didn’t want their families to suffer.

Chibs needed to get to RedWoody early to meet with Sticky and Menace to work out details with T.O.’s help. It wasn’t something (Y|N) could be there for and she’d already helped set up. She and Lyla had met earlier in the day at TM and had made plans to go shopping later in the day to pick out clothes for the party. As far as Chibs knew, she was taking her sweet time getting ready for the party, since she still hadn’t arrived.

“I can’t ride in the outfit, Chibs,” she’d told him. “Could someone come get me in a car or truck or something?”

“Better be a truck, eh lass? Don’t need you getting arrested for excessive speeding,” he teased.

“Aw, Chibs, I haven’t been able to ride or drive in days, I need a hit,” she joked back.

“I’ll see if Hap can come get ya… in a truck,” he winked and kissed her quickly.

“I can still do some wicked shit in a truck,” she mumbled as he reached for the door knob.

“Wha’ was ‘at, lass?” he asked turning to look at her.

“Oh, nothing,” she grinned.

He had a feeling he knew what she said. He opened the door and was almost out, “Don’t take too long, love.”

“I won’t,” she snickered.

“Christ,” he muttered as he closed the door.

At RedWoody, it was getting close to 10 and he was starting to worry. He thought Hap and (Y|N) should have been there already.

Lyla said that you looked ‘hot’ in the outfit you’d picked but you weren’t feeling it. You were used to suits, they were what you wore in the office. When you weren’t in the office, it was jeans and t-shirts or BDUs. Wearing a tight v-neck shirt and a “twirly” skirt and heels were not exactly what you would normally wear.

You checked yourself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

“Hmm, not hideous,” you said, smoothing the black skirt. The shirt you found had “Senaniganator” printed on the front of the shirt in green sparkles. Your shoes were 4-inch heels that were black with green bows on the toes. Your hair and makeup were as good as you could get them considering you hated makeup and rarely did your hair fancy.

Just in case, you packed your backpack with jeans and your boots. Checking to make sure you had everything, you took the bag out into the living space to wait for Happy. You were about to sit down when there was loud, furious banging on the door. Your hand went into the backpack and pulled out the .9mm.

“Who the hell is it?!” you called out.

“Happy,” his raspy voice muffled by the door. “Open up.”

“Fucking hell,” you grumbled and put the weapon at your side. At the door, “Are you alone?”

“It’s safe, darlin’,” he answered.

Supposing that was the best you were going to get, you decided you would accept it and undid the locks to the door.

“Jesus, Hap, you scared the hell out of me,” you said as you opened the door to the intense man. “Come in I need to grab my bag and put this away.” You showed him the .9mm.

“No guns at the party,” he said.

“What?” you weren’t sure you heard him right.

“No guns, no trouble,” he answered. He held open his kutte and lifted it in the back to show you he wasn’t carrying, but you noticed he did have a big-ass blade hanging on his belt.

You pointed at the sheathed blade, “That’s okay though?”

“I’m not stupid,” he said simply.

Hard to argue with that. You pulled the holster out of your bag and put the gun in the holster and both of them under the chair you had your bag on. The knife your dad had given you for your trip was still inside the backpack.

You grabbed your leather jacket off the peg by the door and put it on. When you had one strap of the back pack over your shoulder, you told Hap you were ready to go. He had the keys firmly in his hand so there would be no slipping the keys away from him. You guessed that Chibs probably warned him, damnit.

Happy told you, once you got into the TM tow truck (damnit, Chibs!), that Chuckie had called and needed you and Hap to make a booze run. The alcohol delivery they’d gotten had been short. Watching Happy try to load the truck was agonizing for you.

“Happy, I literally did this in the army for 10 years,” you told him.

“You loaded beer in tow trucks?”

“Smartass. I was in logistics. I literally loaded trucks all day,” you responded.

“If Chibs finds out I let you do work, with you lookin’ hot like that, he’d kill me,” he said.

You thought he’d be more pissed if Happy brought you late to the party more than letting you do work, but you didn’t see much point in arguing with him further. You watched the minutes tick by. Happy was working with the store owner to get all the boxes in the back of the tow truck. If he’d just let you help… Getting out your phone from your backpack, you called Chibs. When he didn’t answer, you figured he was just busy. Finally, after many adjustments, and very colorful grumbling from Happy, they had the truck loaded and you were on your way to RedWoody.

About 5 minutes away from the warehouse, you were chatting idoly, while Happy drove and threw in the occasional grunt, or head nod, when it happened.

“Shit,” Happy’s voice rasped.

“Fuck, I didn’t even see it,” you said as you turned around to see the red and blue lights flashing behind you. “Crap, Hap, what the hell do they want?”

Happy pulled over and you got out the registration and insurance from the glovebox while you waited for the cop to get to the door. Despite your many joyrides, you’ve only been pulled over by cops a handful of times and always for speeding or some minor traffic infraction. Happy hadn’t been doing any of those.

“I don’t know. Just be cool,” he instructed.

Happy was watching them in the side rearview mirror.

Happy turned to you, “Don’t let her get to you.”

You were about to ask what the hell that meant, but Happy rolled down the window and said, “Deputy Jarry.”

“Mr. Lowman. I trust you are staying out of trouble,” her voice was sickeningly sweet.

“Thought I was,” he said. “Why’d you stop me?” He was trying not to draw attention to you.

“Running warrant checks tonight. I need your license, hers too,” she indicated you.

You knew she was watching you. Her scrutiny was so intense, you could just feel it. Reaching into your backpack, you pulled out your wallet and got out your license. You knew you were clean, but it still worried you that something might come back on her “warrant check.” Happy took your license and handed it to Sheriff Jarry.

After Jarry had your license, she leaned down in the driver’s side window to look at you. “Long way from Iowa. What are you doing out here and with him?”

Her tone immediately pissed you off. You liked Happy and didn’t care for what her tone implied.

“I don’t see how that’s any business of the San Joaqin Sheriff’s Department,” you answered.

Jarry handed the IDs to her partner, “Run a check on both of them.” Then back to you, “Do you know you’re consorting with a known felon?”

“I’m not consorting with anyone. I’m with my friend,” you said back. You wanted to say so much more, but Happy was giving you a death stare and willing you to keep your mouth shut.

“Are you two best friends going to the party at RedWoody tonight?” she asked, that sweet tone back.

Happy said nothing. You followed his lead. Jarry was getting frustrated. What the hell was the actual sheriff out working a night shift for anyway? Was she out trolling for trouble? How did she know about the party?

“Me and my friend are just going to have a nice evening in, Sheriff,” Happy said.

The deputy came back to Jarry with the licenses and said, “They’re clean, Sheriff.”

It was getting close to 10 and you hoped Chibs wasn’t worrying too bad. Your phone wasn’t blowing up, so you hoped he was still busy and not noticing the time.

“Okay, right. Make sure you stay put once you start drinking all of that liquor,” she said handing back the licenses. She leaned down to look at you in that cop way that was so irritating, so magnanimous. “Say hi to Scotty for me.”

That woman gave you the creeps. “What the hell, Hap?”

He sighed looking down at the steering wheel. He was thinking about what he was going to say as he reached for the keys on the dash. As he rolled the engine over, “Jarry and Chibs were a thing. She’s a little…obsessed.”

Well, that was a detail you could have used sooner. Chibs had an ex that was a cop. An obsessive cop, no less.

“How obsessive are we talking here? Why did she say, “Say hi to Scotty for me”?” creeped out was not a strong enough word for how you were feeling.

“We might see her again. She shows up at our events. We try to keep ‘em off the radar, but she always finds out,” he explained. “She probably has been following you or watching the shop.”

“Fucking hell,” you were a little freaked out. A cop was bad enough, but an obsessive one, one who could see you as an obstacle to her object of obsession…

“We’ll protect you,” he said.

It wasn’t you you were worried about. You had no problem defending yourself, but she being a cop… Potential repercussions could follow.

“I can take care of myself,” you muttered. Chibs coulda let you in on that little secret, that’s for damn sure.

Wrapping up with Sticky and Menace, Chibs and T.O. felt a lot better about patching them over in the near future. He pulled out his phone and looked at the display, (Y|N) had called twice, the last one over a half hour ago. She didn’t leave a message either time. He spotted Happy walking around with a drink in hand and a Diosa girl in the other, so (Y|N) had to be there somewhere.

He called out to his brother, “Hap!” Happy stopped and waited for Chibs to close the distance. “Where’s the lass?”

“At the bar. We got stopped by Jarry on the way here, I had to tell her,” he warned. “She’s pissed, Pres.”

He sighed heavily, “Yeah, and she should be.”

He turned and looked to the bar. There was a crowd gathered. Tig and Venus were there, Lyla, T.O. and a few others were all standing around, talking. He could just barely see (Y|N) standing closest to the bar, the crowd gathered around her. She looked gorgeous, but he could only see her from her shoulders up…

“Chibs!”

It was Marcus. “Aye?” He wanted to get to the bar. There was a lot of warehouse between him and her and Marcus had already headed him off. He needed to get to (Y|N), he had to talk to her, to explain.

Marcus had a few things to talk to him about in regard to Diosa, nothing major, just things that he thought he should know.

“Eh, is that her?” he nodded toward the bar.

“Aye, it is. If we’re done here?” He raised his eyebrows at Marcus.

Marcus chuckled. If he had a woman like her, he’d be in a rush to get to her, too. She was walking toward them. “Easy, homes.” Marcus watched her walking. “You’re a lucky man, Chibs.”

He turned around to see his girl walking toward him and Marcus. She looked amazing. Her skirt fell a little over her knees and her shirt was skin tight. The heels made her legs look even longer and her clothes hugged her in all the best ways. He suddenly wanted to show her off and hide her from everyone at the same time. It wasn’t until she got close that he realized she was carrying a glass for him and a beer for Marcus. He just hoped the glass she had for him wouldn’t be thrown in his face.

Chibs looked a little nervous. Good, he should be, keeping a secret like that. He waited as you handed the beer to Marcus.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what to grab for you, you just struck me as a beer guy,” you told him.

He was smiling at you. “You weren’t wrong, sweetheart,” he said taking the beer.

You handed the whiskey to Chibs and leaned into him to whisper in his ear and he put his arm around your waist. “You have some serious making up to me to do.”

He kissed the side of your neck, “I know love. I’ll tell ye all abou’ it later. Thanks for the drink.”

“Hmm,” you said and turned to face him. “You’re lucky you’re good in bed.”

You leaned in and kissed him and noticed a little bit of relief wash over him.

Turning to the man that was still standing there watching you with Chibs, “You must be Marcus.” He nodded taking a drink of his beer. “You gonna kill me, Marcus, or are we good?”

The brief look of shock on his face was rather satisfying. Then he laughed, “Jesus, you’re just like Debbie, straight to the point. Yeah, we’re good darlin’. Robert was my brother, but he was a piece of shit, too. He was gonna need to be dealt with at some point. Your pops just beat me to it.”

“Not sure if that’s comforting or not,” you said to him.

“No worries here. I’ll leave you two alone, I just wanted to clear the air,” Marcus told you before he extended his hand to Chibs to shake. Chibs seemed to think Marcus was on the level and shook his hand. For now, you would accept that Chibs knew Marcus well enough to trust that he wouldn’t seek retaliation on you. You hoped that the handshake sealed that deal.

Chibs still had his arm around your waist, his fingertips almost digging in. “Babe, that kinda hurts,” you patted his hand.

Only he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at someone past you. Althea Jarry. She wasn’t in uniform, but she had her eyes trained on Chibs. You did your best to remain cool. His hand relaxed a little when you covered it with your own.

“Hey,” you tried to draw his attention away, “Am I your date?”

“Aye, lass,” his brow was furrowed.

“Am I yours?” you asked him, getting in his line of sight.

“Yes, lass, yer mine,” he said through gritted teeth, pulling you roughly to him.

“Good to know,” you smiled at him.

As she got closer, you could hear her anger clicking a staccato rhythm on the floor as she made her way to you and Chibs. You looked at Chibs and put your hand on his cheek. He was hot as hell even when he was angry. He finally looked at you.

“Don’t get arrested, lass,” he warned.

Jarry had arrived.

“Scotty,” she said to Chibs. “Who’s this?”

“Althea, this is (Y|N), (Y|N) this is Althea,” Chibs’ voice was filled with exasperation.

“No, I mean, who is this?” she emphasized the WHO.

“I’m a friend of the club and you can talk to ME when you want to know something about me, ALTHEA,” you snapped. “Don’t act like you didn’t run a full check on me after you got back in your cruiser. Pretty sure you’ve been watching Scoops more than just for security checks, too.”

“What do ya mean, she ran a full check,” it only took him a second to catch. “Jeaysus Chriost Althea. Your nosing around without cause has got to stop.”

“You need to leave. This is a private party, on private property,” you told her firmly. “Nobody wants you here and as Sheriff, you have no cause to be here.” It was tough to keep your tone even and keep the rage you felt toward her in check.

“Scotty, are you going to let her talk to me like that?” she hissed.

“I don’t control her, Althea. She can say whatever she wants,” the distain was clear on his face. “She has every right to talk to ye like tha’. She belongs here, you do not. Not only is she a friend of the club, she’s my old lady, something you never have been and NEVER will be. You’ve been told many times yer not welcome here Sheriff.”

Holy shit, he called me his old lady! you thought. You couldn’t hide your pride, you knew you were smiling at Jarry so smugly. You really did belong to Chibs now. His hand hadn’t left your waist the whole time and your arm was still around his shoulders. You tipped your head slightly so you could whisper into his ear.

“You are so getting laid tonight,” you kissed the spot in front of his ear, your hand in his hair. He turned his head to give you a proper kiss in full view of the outraged Jarry.

“When you’re done with your whore, you know where to find me,” she spat.

Chibs was in a daze, and you moved away from him before he did anything. You squared off against Jarry.

“What did you call me?”

“WHORE!” she said angrily.

“That’s what I thought,” you said. You didn’t hesitate for a second. You drew back and punched her straight in her perfect face. You’d taken her by surprise and she stumbled backward holding her cheek. Jarry came charging back at you. You were only vaguely aware of Chibs behind you as you elbowed her on the chin.

Still a little shocked at his own words about (Y|N), he hadn’t processed what Althea had said until (Y|N) asked her to repeat it. Before he could stop her, (Y|N) punched her in the face and both of them were in an all-out brawl in a hurry. Althea was landing a few good hits, but (Y|N) was better, she had her easily. It was over as quick as it started. He grinned as (Y|N) gave Althea an uppercut to the gut followed by a solid right hook to her face.

He had to grab (Y|N) before she went full MMA on Jarry. She struggled against him as he pulled her up and away from Jarry.

“Easy! Easy! It’s me, love,” he spoke loudly to get through to her.

“You bitch! You broke my nose!” Jarry wouldn’t let up.

(Y|N) was deceptively strong and he almost lost his hold on her when Jarry provoked her.

“Good! Maybe you’ll learn to not call people names!” she roared as he held her back to his chest, her arms held down by his own.

A crowd had gathered while she was fighting with Jarry and as he passed an all-too-pleased looking Happy and Tig, he said, “Get that gash outta here, make sure she doesn’t come back. Also, get someone on all of the doors rest of the nigh’.”

Tig was grinning at (Y|N), “You got it, Pres.” He was enjoying the show that the whole club had witnessed.

Once past the rapidly disbursing crowd, he put (Y|N) back on her feet and led her, firmly, to the restroom. Neither one of them spoke until they were inside with the door closed.

“On the counter, lass,” he pointed.

“Chibs, I’m sorry I embarrassed you,” she said.

“Shite lass, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t apologize,” he told her, his hand on her knee moving her legs apart so he could stand between them. He pushed up her skirt and cupped her ass to pull her closer for easier access to the cut above her eye. He was enjoying the reaction he was getting from her. “I’m not embarrassed of ya, I’m proud. Ye stood up for yerself…and ye kicked her arse.” He dabbed at the cut with a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol.

“She kicked mine a little, too,” she said, wincing a little when he dabbed at the cut. “Couldn’t help but notice you called me your old lady.”

He stopped to look at her. “Aye,” was all he could say.

“Filip?” you said.

You only called him that in serious or intimate moments. “Hmm?” He looked into your eyes. He tucked away a strand of hair that got messed up in the scuffle.

“Don’t break my heart, okay?” you said. “I’m falling for you and I don’t want anything or…anyone to ruin it.”

“Love, yer the only one I want to share my bed and I’ll ‘ave ye as long as you’ll ‘ave me, too,” he sounded unsure of himself.

You were sure he couldn’t be any sweeter to you if he tried. His hands had moved to cup your ass again and you were reminded that while he may be sweet, he was still a horny man.

“How about a good Scottish humpin?” he winked and kissed you gently.

You could feel his arousal pressed against you. Leaning back, you reached for his belt. Undoing both belt and jeans button, you slip your hands inside his waistband and push them down over that nice ass of his. Your heart starts to beat rapidly in your chest as his mouth crashes to yours. The counter as at the perfect level. He roughly pushes your panties to the side and presses his tip to your wet opening.

“I want you, Filip,” you told him.

You were already half way there before you even started. He slowly slid his length into your slick, tight pussy, immediately hitting your g-spot and sending a glorious tingle through your body. Grabbing onto his hips, you helped him pound into you the way you needed. Your orgasm was quickly building and you knew you were close. Chibs was close too.

“Come, baby,” he growled.

His thumb rubbed your clit, the sensation of his fingers on your nerve bundle sending you over the edge with one of the most intense orgasms you ever had. It was so good you screamed out when you came. Your tight walls fluttering around his hard cock sent him over right after you and you both fell backward. Chibs wrapped his arm around your back as you put your palms on the countertop to brace yourself and him.

He was still half laying on you when the bathroom door opened and you saw Tig’s face.

“Hey… oh,” he said grinning. As the door closed you heard, “Just Chibs bangin’ his ol’ lady!”

He’d caught his breath now and pulled out of you.

“We’ll do this proper later,” he said. “Right now, I want to show ye off. My beautiful, sexy as hell, woman.”

He kissed you long and deep to let you know just what kind of attention you’d be getting later and you couldn’t wait. Taking a few moments to get cleaned up and straightened up, you and Chibs were finally ready to join the St. Patrick’s Day party at RedWoody.

[bangtansadnyeondan-blog]

Roses

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven / chapter eight / chapter nine / chapter ten / chapter eleven/ chapter twelve / chapter thirteen

genre: angstxfluff

pairing: yoongixjungkook

Chapter One

Jungkook sat on his bed patiently waiting for his doctor to come in with his medication. as the lock got turned he looked a new doctor in the eyes.

"You're new," Jungkook said as he looked at the new doctor. He had black hair, pretty brown eyes, and a small face. He was smaller than Jungkook. His white doctor’s jacket didn't suit his face, nor body.

"Hello," Jungkook said respectfully as he stood up to bow to the new doctor.

His eyes widened as he saw his new patient. He was used to their dull faces, not someone with eyes as twinkling as this one. He looked back down at his clipboard as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"Jeon Jungkook? I'm your new assigned doctor, Min Yoongi. Let's just go over the usual for now," Yoongi started, gesturing to the weighing scale off to the side. He was instructed to take care of a few patients to start off with and Jeon Jungkook was his last and according to his file, his appointed patient. To know his patient better, he'd need to first know his vital details first and then he'd talk. He had everything on his file yet he understood his patients better when they conversed with him. So he leaned against the wall, gesturing to Jungkook to step up onto the weighing scale. His eyes were still taking in the unkempt look that graced Jungkook, contrasting his bright eyes.

"Of course," Jungkook said as he walked to the weighing scale. He lost a whole kilo last week, which worried the doctors.

"I lost weight again," Jungkook mumbled as he looked at the new doctor. "I promise don't worry, I'm not trying to lose weight," Jungkook said nervously, the last time he lost weight in a small amount of time they gave him a lot to eat and forced him to, but to one point he threw up because he couldn't eat anymore.

Yoongi just nodded, "it's alright, I'm not saying that. It happens," he sat on Jungkook's bed. "It might be unconscious. So tell me about you. I'm new and I could just base my judgment of you based on the file they've given me but I'd rather know you than the facts about Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook sat down on his bed as he looked to Doctor Min. "Uh-," Jungkook mumbled, not knowing what to say about himself. "I-I'm J-Jungkook, I-I like drawing a-and listening m-music?" He stuttered looking at the doctor. He didn't like talking about himself, to the other doctors he didn't have to. Nobody ever asked him about himself so he didn't bother to tell anyone about himself. How could this doctor at once care about him? Jungkook wasn't good enough for anyone.

Yoongi bit his lip and flipped a new page on his clipboard, clicking his pen open. "Well, Jungkook, how old are you? And... What's the reason you're in here? Or... Are you in here voluntarily?" Yoongi was trying to be diplomatic or at least not trigger Jungkook but he needed to know more than just what was written in his file. He definitely needed more input from Jungkook. "I can't help you Jungkook unless you help me."

"I'm 19," Jungkook mumbled while staring at his feet. "I-I'm h-here because my ex-boyfriend sent me here," He said looking at the doctor. "A-after he b-broke up with m-me, I t-t-thought I wasn't good e-enough, n-no, I-I k-knew, and I-I a-am b-being a b-bacteria i-in t-this w-world," Jungkook was close to crying, but at the same time, it felt somewhat good to tell his story. He sniffed as he looked at Yoongi. "I-I w-wanted to e-end m-my l-life, I-I s-still w-want, b-but T-Taehyung b-brought m-me h-here," he mumbled as he wiped his tears away.

Yoongi was tempted to reach out to the younger boy but he held back. It wouldn't be good on his part. That's why he had been transferred to this hospital in the first place, he got too involved with his patients. "You do know that even bacteria are very important to us, right? No one in this world was made on a whim. Everyone has their role in society, maybe you just haven't found yours yet. You came to this world when you were meant to and you will go when you're meant to. Plus there's no guarantee you can end your life when you want to, right? So for now, why not live because you have to? Live because someone else wants you to?"

"B-but I-I don't e-even want it m-myself?" Jungkook said as he moved a little away from the doctor sitting next to him. He looked at the wall and took his notebook and pencil from under his pillow. He opened it at an empty page and looked at Yoongi's side profile of his face. He tried to draw it, normally Jungkook didn't draw young people since he didn't see them a lot. Though there were times he could leave his room he never did. He didn't want to bother others. He sketched Yoongi's face as he wrote next to the sketch 'Doctor Min'

"Maybe you haven't found it yet, your urge to live. How about we look for it? You said you liked dressing and listening to music- speaking of which... Do you even get to listen to music?" Yoongi said, frowning slightly as he looked around the room.

"N-no," Jungkook mumbled as he looked into his notebook again. "T-they d-don't let m-me have electronic d-devices," He said as he added a sketch of Yoongi's earring in his sketchbook. He liked the earring. It was a beautiful silver star.

"Apparently you don't go out either. So, we'll go out now. Grab what you want to, we're going for a tour. You need to get out of this room. And while coming back, we'll go to my room and listen to some music before coming back. Let's go," Yoongi said, flipping the pages closed and putting his pen away before standing up.

"N-no thank y-you," Jungkook said as he didn't make a move. "I-I'm fine h-here," He mumbled as he looked up to the doctor.

"I didn't give you a choice Jungkook, let's go," Yoongi said, his voice firm but not harsh, he wanted Jungkook out of the room and have a change of scenery. It would help Jungkook and Yoongi knew Jungkook knew that.

"O-okay," Jungkook said as he looked at Yoongi. "I-I'm s-sorry," He mumbled as he stood up and walked behind Yoongi out of his white room. Yoongi's words were quite harsh and Jungkook got scared he disappointed Yoongi in some way. Yoongi suppressed his sigh and nodded, slowing down to walk alongside Jungkook, smiling and greeting every patient and doctor and nurse he saw.

"You don't have to be sorry, I want you to enjoy yourself a bit more and realize what life can hold, even when you're in a facility like this." Yoongi clarified, walking towards the garden they had put up at the time of establishment and was still maintained well.

"Okay," Jungkook mumbled, fiddling with his hands as he looked around, Yoongi said hello to every patient, doctor, and nurse they passed, Jungkook didn't know any of them. He was nervous around these people he didn't know. They walked in the direction of the garden, a place where Jungkook would've gone to if he didn't have to pass the halls. Yoongi turned to Jungkook, noticing how he was slumped over which made him look the same height as himself.

"You okay Jungkook?" Yoongi asked, noticing his wide eyes flitting about spasmodically.

"You don't have to be nervous. These people, they're no different than you. Everyone here, trust me everyone, is here living because they can't die. Me too, so don't worry, you're not alone." He pushed the door open to the garden, which was filled with colorful flowers and rich green grass and a few tall trees. Jungkook walked into the garden, mesmerized by the beauty of the green place filled with nature.

"Pretty," He mumbled towards a flower as he looked at it. "D-do t-they have r-roses?" Jungkook asked. Knowing that Roses wouldn't be the smartest in a hospital with mentally ill people.

"They do, but they're hidden. Come along," Yoongi instructed as he pulled his white coat off, folding it over his arm before walking towards the back of the garden. Beyond a small gate, there was a garden of only different colored roses. Using his fingerprint to push the gate open, he walked through the mechanical gate, calling Jungkook to follow him in. Jungkook silently followed Yoongi to the roses. He looked at them and smiled.

"T-Taehyung hyung always t-told m-me I-I was b-beautiful like a r-rose," Jungkook said as he smiled sadly.

"I g-get why h-he s-said it I-I l-look g-good but, w-when you w-want to g-get closer I-I'll hurt y-you," He stuttered as he looked at the rose. Trying not to make his fingers bleed from the thorns.

"But it also depends on the person who holds the rose. The rose has its thorns for defense. If you want to stay guarded and keep others out, you may end up hurting them. Or you may let them choose if they think the pain is worth it because personally, I think the pain is worth it." Yoongi finished as he grabbed onto a stem carefully, pulling the rose closer to smell it, his fingers unaffected by the thorns.

"You should know how to handle the thorns. If you hold the rose the wrong way, yes you'll get hurt but not all of the stem is covered in thorns." Yoongi reminded Jungkook while pointing out bits of the stem which was void of thorns and had small needle-like projections instead. "If the rose is abused, these little needles-like projections will turn into thorns too."

"T-then e-everybody i-is a rose, and t-their l-lovers are the f-florists who know how to h-handle t-their thorns?" Jungkook said as he looked at Yoongi taking a rose. Afraid that his doctor would hurt himself with the thorns.

"Perhaps they are," Yoongi said as he walked over to sit under a tree. "But it's not just lovers, there can be several people who can come into your life and stay and not get hurt no matter what you say or do. Doesn't have to be only a lover. It can even be just a friend who cares." Yoongi looked at his hands which had impressions of the thorns but not a single cut, he smiled, he knew how to handle these thorns that he had been taught to handle by his childhood friend who was a florist.

"Oh," Jungkook said as he listened to Yoongi. Yoongi was smart. Jungkook looked at Yoongi who smiled at his hand, his hand didn't have a single scratch from the thorned flower. "I h-hope I will h-have more people i-in my life who I won't h-hurt with my t-thorns," Jungkook said to Yoongi, hoping that his doctor would be one of them in the future.

"You will. But you need to also know that there are people who want to stay and eventually, you should shed your thorns too. Before you wither." Yoongi spoke looking up at the slouched figure. "You should come out more. Maybe your ashen looking skin will start to look better... You're tall, stand straight, Jungkook. You need to own up to yourself first before others can embrace you as you are."

"I d-don't know," Jungkook whispered as he looked to a rose that was so close to the floor hidden under the shadow of all other roses. Jungkook sat down on the floor carefully taking the rose in his hand. "W-will you t-try to be the f-florist w-who c-can handle my t-thorns for n-now?" Jungkook asked looking up at the doctor who stood next to him.

Yoongi smiled slightly, crouching down next to him, "that's why I'm here. Even if you didn't want me to, I'd still try to be the florist to your rose. So will you let me take care of you? I want to help you get out of here. But you need to want that too. Do you want to get out of here? I can help you now, later and be next to you every step of the way but only if you want it."

Jungkook looked to his side where Yoongi sat down next to him. Not quite sure what Yoongi meant, did he mean it as a friend? Or as a doctor. "You w-will still get your s-salary," Jungkook stuttered as he looked at the roses again.

Yoongi laughed, "why are you worried about my salary? It's just the type of person I am." He sighed and ran his hands through the blades of grass. "I've always been very attached to my clients. I want to help them all the way, always. It's not about my job, it's just who I am." Yoongi said, slightly wistfully, his lips pursed after he went silent.

"The other doctors don't care like you do," Jungkook whispered to the floor, "I like that." Jungkook hoped that Yoongi didn't hear the last comment. He didn't want to embarrass himself already. He was rather good at these things as he stood up, removing the dirt that had gotten onto his jeans.

"I guess I can hope then you'll treat me differently than the other doctors?" Yoongi asked, still crouching on the floor. The plants looked slightly dehydrated, maybe he'd tell the gardeners to pay a bit more attention to these roses.

"I c-can t-try," Jungkook said as he looked at the sky. Which had turned dark gray. "It's getting darker, it might rain," Jungkook mumbled to himself.

Yoongi looked up too and smiled, "I guess the gardeners don't have to worry, the rain is better for the plants anyway." He stood up, stretching slightly before starting to head towards the bright white facility again.

"Come, let me show you my chamber. If you want, you can lounge in there whenever till curfew time. I'll leave something you can play music in, in my room so you don't have to have anything electronic in your possession." Yoongi continued to talk to Jungkook as he crossed the other garden, pausing once in a while to look at the flowers and other plants.

"T-thank you," Jungkook muttered as he looked at a withered flower. He looked at Yoongi again and followed him into the white building. He hadn't listened to music in some time. Yoongi waited once he entered the building, walking again once Jungkook catches up with him. He makes small conversation once in a while, when he sees someone familiar, stopping Jungkook every time by putting a hand on his shoulder. After they get to his chamber, Yoongi sighs and tosses his coat on his chair, closing the door.

"I'm sorry it took us so long to get here. After we're done here, I'll take you back to your room. Then after that, you can come back here anytime. I'll leave the door open. And if it gets locked, my password is 030993. You can enter whenever you want that way." Yoongi said as he searched for his phone and earphones, handing his unlocked phone with the earphones plugged into  Jungkook who was still standing. "You can sit, make yourself comfortable," Yoongi said as he sank into his own chair.

"Y-yes," Jungkook mumbled as he sat down on one of the chairs with the phone in his hands. He opened the music app to search for his favorite artists. He listened to the music he hadn't heard in a long time, he listened to new tunes from them and smiled as he heard an old song he hadn't listened in a year. He searched more songs he used to listen to a lot and smiled at every single one he still enjoyed. Yoongi entered details of his round into his computer, sneaking a glance at Jungkook every once in a while. After he was done with filling in the details, he started putting his notes from today in general into his computer so he could reflect back later and maybe improve. Pausing in his note taking, he looked at Jungkook for a bit before reaching for the telephone on his desk, calling the main desk to tell them he was going to have food with the patients today so he could understand their lifestyle here better.

"D-doctor," Jungkook mumbled into the phone. "C-can I-I c-call y-you H-Hyung?" he asked nervously as he looked up from the phone. Yoongi put the phone back after mumbling a thank you and looked at Jungkook.

"Hyung? Sure, if that makes you feel more comfortable," Yoongi said nodding before pulling himself back in front of the computer. "It'll be time for dinner soon, we should go down then." He said as he continued to type.

"O-okay Hyung," Jungkook mumbled as he took out the earphones and gave the smartphone back to Yoongi. "T-Thank you Hyung," He said as he looked to the floor again.

Yoongi stared at Jungkook squarely, "Did you enjoy listening to music? I told you I'll leave something for you to listen to music on. I think I'll bring my extra phone that no one calls on. You can listen to music on that. No need to thank me, I told you I'll help you."

"I did," Jungkook said as he smiled. "You don't have to, that'll be breaking rules!" Jungkook said as he looked at Yoongi. "But I'm hungry," he smiled. Yoongi stood up and pushed his chair in, leaving his coat on his chair, prepared to leave with just his id card.

"Let's go for dinner then. I'm having dinner with you too, I hope you don't mind," Yoongi said as he waited by the door after opening it, waiting for Jungkook to leave first. Once they were walking down the hallway, Yoongi leaned towards Jungkook to whisper, "Irl be bending the rules, not breaking them. Plus I'm responsible."

"O-okay Hyung," Jungkook mumbled following Yoongi to the dining room. They walked silently as Jungkook looked at the white walls. There was no art on the walls, no color just white. "W-why are the w-walls so empty?" Jungkook wondered as he looked at Yoongi.

Yoongi shrugged, "I guess it's their way of keeping it 'clean' or them trying to not trigger anyone by having a certain color of design on the wall. This is a sterile environment and I think that's how they think it should be. Once you get out, maybe you can tell them to change the walls?" Yoongi finished as he pushed the door to the dining hall open, and he knew he was dreading the meal because there was no way it was going to taste good. It was hospital food.

"Maybe," Jungkook mumbled as he walked to a table in the corner. "L-let's eat t-there," He said pointing at the table he wanted to sit at. Yoongi nodded and headed to the table a bit behind Jungkook, his eyes raking over the room.

"Why the corner?" He asked quietly as they sat down.

"I-it asks less a-attention," Jungkook said as he sat down looking at Yoongi. "I-I don't l-like attention," He added as he looked at the table.

"Sorry, that means you won't like me... Because I'm going to give you endless attention." Yoongi pointed out, his eyes still trained on Jungkook. "Should we go get the food? It's self-help here, isn't it?" Yoongi said, laying his hands flat on the table, looking at the spread across the room.

"I-I'm okay w-with you," Jungkook smiled nervously as he stood up. "L-let's g-get food," He said as he walked to the 'buffet' which was barely a buffet.

Yoongi followed behind Jungkook, "you don't have to be so nervous around me..." He took a plate, scrunching his nose up at all the tasteless food. "No wonder you're losing weight... I'm sorry you have to eat this sort of meals." Yoongi sighed, shaking his head as he thought over what to tell the management because he was definitely going to change the food served in here.

"O-oh I g-guess," He mumbled taking some of the food and a weird liquid they called as some soda. He stood at the end waiting for his hyung to finish. Jungkook didn't get a lot of food so he finished rather fast. "A-Are you done?" Jungkook asked as Yoongi walked to him.

"I... I don't feel that hungry. Yeah, I'm done," Yoongi said, slightly deflated by looking at all the food. He put a hand on Jungkook's back and guided him back to the table, a frown etched into his face. "I need to talk about this to the management as soon as I can." He mumbled to himself as he sat down again.

"W-why?" Jungkook asked hearing what Yoongi mumbled. He took a bite from the tasteless rice he had taken on his plate, ready to throw up. "I-I wish I c-could go t-to McDonalds again," Jungkook mumbled as he shoved the plate forward done with eating after three bites of the tasteless food.

Yoongi bit his lip and tapped on the table. "Hey listen, Jungkook.... Can you please eat a bit more? Please? I promise I'll get you a burger tomorrow. I can bring lunch in so I'll bring in some for you too and we'll have it in our office? You're going to become underweight at this rate... I don't want you to... Just... Finish this today?" Yoongi coaxed him carefully.

"I-I'm n-not that h-hungry," He mumbled, he just really didn't like the food. Jungkook was about ready to throw up as he took another bite and had to keep his hand in front of his mouth. "I-I'm s-sorry, I c-can't eat m-more," he said as he shoved the plate away and took a sip from the vague soda. Which wasn't any better.

Yoongi pushed his glass of water towards Jungkook, "Have the water, it's the only thing here that tastes like it should." He sighed deeply, if this was the food they were serving, they wouldn't be getting anywhere with their "diets". No wonder all the patients he had seen had only been deteriorating. Jungkook looked at the concerned doctor and took the glass of water. It was the only thing he trusted in the hospital.

"O-okay," He said as he took a careful sip from the cold water. His stomach reacted with disgust, he didn't eat or drink a lot beside the times he had assigned to himself because the food here was so terrible. "W-will you r-really buy me a h-hamburger?" Jungkook asked, his eyes were big from disbelief. No doctor would actually do such things to patients, they didn't care.

"Why not? I said I'd be your florist, right? I mean I'd rather be your gardener than florist because a gardener can help you grow and improve but yes, I mean it. You can see it for yourself tomorrow then if you don't believe me or trust me yet." Yoongi shrugged. It wouldn't be surprising if Jungkook didn't trust him. He wasn't supposed to trust anyone right off the bat, Yoongi was supposed to earn his trust which is what he was going to do.

"T-thank you H-Hyung," Jungkook said as he thought about the hamburger. "C-can y-you- I-I don't w-want to be a bother," He started. "You k-know n-nevermind," He mumbled looking into the glass of water again. Yoongi nodded at the helper who asked if he could clear their plates, watching as he took away the barely touched food.

"It's okay, you can tell me," he said as he directed his attention back to Jungkook.

"C-can you b-buy me new n-notebooks?" He asked nervously as Jungkook still held onto the glass, actually a transparent plastic cup, with water. "A-and some a-aquarelle-paint," he whispered softly. He really wanted to paint with aquarelles. Yoongi nodded, pulling out his phone to take down notes. He would order them now and get them delivered tomorrow morning before coming in. That way he could bring them in tomorrow itself for Jungkook. He did have a list of other things other patients had asked from him and bring the doctor he was, he couldn't refuse them. He had already ordered a few things and he ordered some things for Jungkook as well.

"Water colors, so I'm guessing also brushes and a mug to put the dirty water in. And a sketchbook. All to be delivered tomorrow." Yoongi smiled as he finished paying, looking up at Jungkook after he was done. "Don't hesitate with me, Jungkook. I want you to be open with me, completely raw. I'm not here to judge you. I'm here to listen and help in any way I can. Let's go back."

"Y-yes let's g-go back," Jungkook said as he stood up. Hoping that Yoongi wouldn't be like any other doctor. He already proved a lot of himself, as a caring doctor. Jungkook hoped he could one day trust Yoongi.

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o calling them because they’re in danger (2/2)

❦ Genre: Horror/Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k2.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

Part 1

SAN (ft. Stalker)

You were closing your apartment’s door. You checked twice if it was well locked before exiting the building. You were relieved when you saw that the streets were crowded. So, you walked up to ATEEZ’ dorm. In the last one week, you noticed that a man approximatively around your age was following you. Even when you went at this shop to buy lingerie, he got in. You never saw him before, but he was seriously creeping you out now. San was ignoring your situation; he would freak out more than you. Fortunately, your stalker never harmed you or threatened you in any kind of way. But as you walked peacefully, enjoying the atmosphere, you spotted the young boy against the wall next to you. You gulped but ignored him, going a bit more in the crowd to make him confused. You didn’t know why but tonight he seemed angrier. The look in his face almost gave you a panic attack. He was following you, keeping a shorter distance than usual. Your heart raced, you needed to call San this time, he could help you.

You were scared to hear his voicemail but, his smooth voice reassured you right away. [“Hi Y/N! You already in front of the building?”] he asked. [“San help me.”] You simply replied. [“Help you with what? You forgot the code?”] he giggled. [“A man is following me.”] [“Where are you?”] he asked straight, not kidding anymore. [“I’m near the playground square.”] you whispered. [“I’m coming. Don’t stop walking okay?”] You hummed, not daring to say something else. The man was approaching you a bit more every time you glanced behind you. [“San… I think he’s going to hurt me this time.”] [“THIS TIME?! Since when he’s following you Y/N?”] [“Monday…”] you bit your lip. [“What? It’s Saturday Y/N?! Are you crazy?”] You were surprised to see that he could run like if it was a competition and scold you at the same time. [“I thought it was okay! He was keeping his distance with me! But now…”] San growled through the phone and told you something that you couldn’t hear well. Bad connection. [“San? San? You there?”] You freaked out. Talking to him was reassuring you but now it was scarier than before. You rushed to ATEEZ’s dorm but unfortunately, the street became emptier. You knew that he would do something here, when no one could help you or see him. Then you ran. Like if you were participating at a marathon. Your legs were running fast as possible, untying your messy bun miserably. Your stalker was now running too and faster than you. San called you back to know your location. [“Y/N?! Where-“] [“Near the ramen restaurant! He’s following me!”] [“Shit!”] [“San, wh-“] You couldn’t finish your sentence that the stalker threw your phone far away from you. “Who are you! And what do you want?” you asked terrified. “When I saw you the first day leaving Mcountdown* hall, I knew that I would see you again!” he smiled mischievously. “I don’t know you!” He grabbed your arm forcefully. Too strong for you. “Don’t touch me!” You closed your eyes, too afraid to look at him. Suddenly, you felt him letting your arm free, but you heard a loud growl too. “Don’t touch her!” You opened your eyes, recognizing your boyfriend’s voice. “Who are you?” Asked San, ready to beat him up. The man didn’t answer, he just simply stood up and faced San. “You don’t need to know anything about me.” San grunted, “she’s my girlfriend so if you keep stalking her, I will punch you till you faint.” You looked at your boyfriend. The expression on his face was a new thing. You never saw this look on his eyes. You noticed that he was containing himself to not punch him or use a Taekwondo technic once again. The stalker saw it too. So, he just turned away and went back somewhere. “Are you okay Y/N?” You nodded, happy to be with your boyfriend in peace. You thought that he would rub your cheek as always, but he just flickered your forehead. “Ouch San!” “You should have told me about this! That was dangerous and irresponsible!” You pouted; being scolded was the last thing you needed right now. But you deserved it.

A week later, you saw that the stalker was arrested, he was stalking 6 girls, including you. You were a bit scared to go out alone, but San helped you to go through it.

*Mcountdown: Korean music program broadcast.

MINGI (ft. Crazy ex-boyfriend ⚠️ Jinwoo is a fictive name, it’s not related to an idol, actor or public figure)

Before dating Mingi, you had a toxic relationship with your ex-boyfriend. At first, everything was fine, but it turned into a big nightmare in few months. Mingi knew about it. You had a hard time to trust men like before. Of course, the ATEEZ member understood your situation and never rushed you in any kind of way. Now, it’s been 2 years that you are with Mingi and you wouldn’t change a thing. He was so perfect for you that you wanted to show how much he means for you. And what would be more significant than the Valentine to prove your love. You sat on your bed, looking at the prospectus you had today on your mailbox. “What I can give you Song Mingi…” you whispered, chewing your pen. There was so many possibilities but not the perfect one. “Maybe the famous video game? He could play with Yunho and Jongho…” You rejected the idea when you saw the price. “A Frozen plushie?” You giggled thinking about your boyfriend singing “Into the Unknown” with the plushie in his arms. But you rejected the idea too. You growled and lie down miserably on your bed. You glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand: 2 am. You sighed again. “I should probably sleep…” Before turning off the light, you sent a message at Mingi. [“Sleep well sweetheart. See you tomorrow!”] He was probably sleeping so you didn’t mind that he didn’t answer. When you slid under your sheets, you saw the light outside of your apartment turning on. Probably a cat. But someone knocked at your door. Who would come at your house at 2am? Mingi? No, he would let you know. Another knock scared you, it was louder and stronger than the first one. It reminds you the way your-ex boyfriend was drumming at your door when he was drunk. Your old neighbor was complaining a lot when it happened. “Y/N! Get out of here right now!” Your heart stopped. He was back, after 2 years he was right there at your door. To haunt you like a ghost. “I know you there!” He was forcing the knob, trying to get in no matter what. What should you do? Call the police? But maybe he will get madder than now. The only option was Mingi, he could give you advice. With your noisy-ex boyfriend bumping at the door, you searched Mingi’s phone number. Your hands were shaking, and tears were dripping off your chin. You prayed that he wasn’t sleeping. Otherwise, you got no chance to force your ex to leave. “Mingi please…” you begged, jumping every time he bumped at the door. [“Y/N?”] answered Mingi. You could say that he was sleeping because his voice was low and hoarse. [“Mingi! He’s here! Please help me!”] you shouted. He growled, “Hold up Y/N… who’s here?”] he asked. [“Jinwoo…”] You sobbed. Mingi stood up in his bed when you mentioned his name. [“Jinwoo? Your ex?!”] [“Yes…”] you cried quietly. Your arm wrapped around your knees. [“What is he doing here?”] You heard Mingi hopping off his bed. [“I don’t-“] “OPEN THIS DOOR!” Yelled Jinwoo louder than before. [“This bastard.”] Cursed your boyfriend. [“I’m coming okay. Do not open the door!”] You wanted to reply but you busted in tears, too much pressure. [“Y/N. You will be okay… let me 15 minutes babe. I’ll beat his ass.”] [“I’m so scared… what if he touches me again…”] you sobbed, remembering the bad memories. [“I won’t let him touch you again. Never ever.”] said the member seriously. You nodded. [“Stay safe. I’m coming.”] he said before hanging up. You were on your own now. Like before. You felt all the scars your ex left on your body when he was drunk. You were like his punching ball every time he was mad. All these times, you needed to hide the wounds with makeup. It made you hate him a lot more. He was non-stop apologizing the next day but started again and again. You met Mingi at the bus stop while you were trying to avoid Jinwoo. The first night, you talked until 4 am and he made you realize everything you missed. “Y/N! I’LL BREAK THIS DOOR IF YOU DON’T OPEN RIGHT NOW!” He threatened you. You covered your ears to stop hearing his loud and harsh voice. But all his kicks were shaking the walls. “Just leave please…” you whispered, helpless. But everything went quiet again. Nothing was shaking and the apartment remained quiet again. You stayed on your bed, waiting any sign of Jinwoo but a big silence settled. You stood up carefully, trying to be quiet as possible. You put your ear against the door to hear something. The only sound was a slightly whine. “What are you doing here?” You blinked when you noticed that it was Mingi’s voice. “I saw her with you at the mall,” laughed Jinwoo, “I needed to show her who she belongs to.” “You better get your ass out of here. She doesn’t need you anymore.” Threatened Mingi. You thought that Jinwoo would reply but your boyfriend is intimidating when he’s angry. With his height, no one wanted to fight him. Jinwoo spitted on the porch but he visibly stepped away. Was it over? You opened the door slightly. Mingi faced you, a wide smile on his face. “You are safe now.” He held your head to hug you. “Thank you so much…” you sobbed. “He won’t come back again.” “How do you know?” you wiped your tears. “I just know it.” He smirked. You smiled at him. You were so grateful that he was in your life. What would you do without him? “Can we go back to sleep now?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. This sleepy man would never change.

WOOYOUNG (ft. Dangerous man)

You were at a night club with your friends, to celebrate the birthday of one of them. Going in night club wasn’t your thing but you couldn’t decline. When Wooyoung knew that you were hanging out with your friends, he questioned you until you left the apartment. “You are really going to wear that?” he pointed at the red dress. “Yes Wooyoung,” you smiled, turning around in front of the mirror. “With these heels?” his voice cracked. “Of course! If I put sneakers, I’ll lose the sexy effect!” you winked. He was jealous and you teased him a lot with that. “Sure…” he grunted. “When will you get back home?” “I don’t know but for sure… later than 3 am.” You giggled, fixing your heels. “What I will do alone…” he sighed, sitting on the couch. “You can invite the boys but don’t mess in the whole apartment!” you ordered. “They are all busy… they didn’t reply to my text!” Wooyoung rolled his eyes, feeling alone. “You are a big boy! You can find something to do!” You slapped lightly his cheek. “Don’t flirt too much!” he warned before you left the apartment. Few guys tried to dance with you or get your number, but you always declined politely and went back to your boyfriend. Sometimes, you could feel Wooyoung’s aura near you. Maybe few men felt it too. “Y/N!” called you one of your friends, visibly drunk. “Dance with me! This is our song.” You smiled and yelled back, “I’ll take something to drink first and I’ll join you!” “Then do it fast! You can’t miss it!” You rushed to order a simple iced tea at the bartender. “So, we are thirsty?” smirked the man next to you. You nodded awkwardly. “May I pay for your drink?” he rubbed your forearm. You were disgusted. “No, it’s fine, thank you.” You moved your arm out of his grip. He scoffed while the bartender held you your glass. “Oh look, seems like your friend is having a lot of fun over there!” You turned around and saw that few men were encircling your friend. “I should go. Bye!” You got goosebumps when you left the bar, like if something bad will happen. Finally, you rescued your friend, and everything went normal again. Until you felt dizzy. Your head was spinning a lot and your vision was blurry. You sat on the corner, looking (or at least trying to) at your friend. All the lights and the loud music gave you a headache. You left the hall for the women restroom and you just sat there on the floor. Something was wrong and you knew what. You grabbed your phone, which slipped of your hands at least 3 times before that you could keep your grip on it. You blinked 10 times before being used to the screen light. You scrolled with difficulty on your contacts number before finding the good one. [“Y/N?”] [“Woo… Wooyoung…”] you stuttered. [“Are you drunk?”] giggled your boyfriend. [“A man… this asshole… he put something on my drink…”] you said, your head bumping at the wall behind you. [“Y/N? He drugged you?!”] You hummed, not having the strength to answer. Wooyoung cursed at least 5 times in a row before ordering you to stay at the restroom till he arrives. Your brain couldn’t process the severity of this situation but a part of you were actually scared, even terrified. What if this guy finds you here, almost lying on the floor and do something you don’t even want to think about?

Wooyoung haven’t hang up, he was keep talking to you making sure that you were not in danger or that you fainted. You kept humming at his questions. [“I’m almost there Y/N!”] said Wooyoung in a taxi. [“I want to throw up…”] you informed him, not controlling what you said. [“Then do! Maybe you will throw up this drug too!”] A tear slid on your chin, “I’m so scared Wooyoung…”] you sobbed. [“Everything will be okay baby.”] He comforted you as he could. Despite all of your effort you made, your eyes closed. The last thing you remembered was Wooyoung talking to the security outside and warned them about your situation. But you knew that he would help you.

The next day, you woke up on your bed like if all of this was a nightmare. But Wooyoung summarized what happened after that you fainted. He found you in the restroom. All of your friends were worrying for you. One of them spotted the guy at the bar and tell at the security that he might be the one who drugged you. After this drama, you continued to go at a night club. You were just more careful with your drink. And you needed to text Wooyoung every 30 minutes to tell him that you were okay. Otherwise he would show at the night club and scold you the entire week.

JONGHO (ft. Serial Killer)

[“How it feels to be back in Korea?”] you asked at your boyfriend and idol, Jongho. [“Good. I want to eat ttaekbokki* so bad! I’m craving for it!”] he said. You laughed at him. Every single trip he went, at his return, he would need to eat a Korean meal. [“Oh, by the way… at the airport, there was so many policemen and soldier. Seems like a serial killer is trying to run away from Korea.”] [“Yes, they are talking about it in the news. It’s so scary…”] you gulped. [“Maybe I should go back to Japan.”] he laughed. [“Coward! Or maybe you should come here and made me feel safe in your arms!”] yon cringed at how kitschy it was. Jongho laughed but became serious again, [“I need to wake up early tomorrow…”] You pouted, [“pleaaaase… just tonight! I need hugs right now! It’s been 2 weeks!”] The maknae sighed but accepted. You shouted a big “yes!” that made your lover giggle lightly. He asked the driver to change the way to your address. You heard his teammates complains but you didn’t mind. [“I’ll change the sheets!”] you said, rushing to your bedroom. [“It’s fine you know…”] [“Yes, but still!”] You throw the new sheets on your nightstand when all the lights turned off. “What is happening...” You whispered. [“Sweetie? You’re okay?”] asked Jongho, feeling that something went wrong. [“The lights turned off but not the TV… I can still hear it.”] You turn on the lamp on the nightstand but nothing. You looked at the street, but you saw light illumination your neighbor’s house. [“You should go to the cave and turn on the lights back.”] advised Jongho. But when you came back in the living-room to take a flashlight, you noticed that all of your pillows were in a different position. It wasn’t a big deal but sometimes when you were alone, you liked to get all the cushions next to you. Now they were positioned like an advertising for Ikea. But that wasn’t the only thing that changed. Your curtains were closed, and it was impossible for you to close it since you hated the darkness. You went back to your bedroom. [“Jongho! I think the serial killer is in my house!”] You whispered. [“What are you talking about Y/N? I told you that I’m coming, you don’t need to find other excuses.”] he laughed. [“No, Jongho. I’m in danger for real”] You sobbed, afraid to stay in your house. Jongho went quiet. He was realizing that you were serious. [“Leave the house now!”] Ordered your boyfriend. You opened the window, trying to stay quiet before he catches you. Fortunately, your bedroom was on the ground floor. You would just get scratches because of the flowers. [“Y/N are you out?”] The other members were freaking out for you too. They called the police while Seonghwa was begging the driver to speed up. [“I’m out! What I should do?!”] You asked, seeing no one on the street except you, wearing your pajama. [“Run! To a crowded street!”] That’s what you did, looking behind you sometimes. You were 5 minutes away from them. The plan was to join them for your safety and to wait the police. You heard steps behind you. A man wearing a full black outfit was walking fast toward you. [“He’s following me!”] You warned them breathless. [“Do not stop running Y/N! We are almost here!”] To be honest, you didn’t know where you headed, and you were too stressed to look at any signalization or the name of the street. When you heard him approaching you, the ATEEZ’ van got on your way. Jongho opened the car door and pulled you inside. “Are you okay Y/N?!” asked Wooyoung in front of you. “No…” you whispered, busting in tears. Your boyfriend held your hand and rubbed your back to comfort you. “You are safe now… he won’t hurt you.” The only thing Jongho wanted to do was to run after him and beat him up till he dies. But that would be too dangerous. All of you just stayed in the van till the police came.

After that you never went back to your house. Jongho found a cool apartment at 5 minutes away of his dorm so he could spend some time with you. You wouldn’t be in danger anymore.

*Ttaekbokki: a spicy korean rice cake.

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