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— 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝒂. 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

emt!abby x clumsy fem!reader, fluff / angst / smut (mdni!), wc: 8.8k (abby makes me ill).

synopsis: abby’s recuperating from a rocky relationship. tending to you more than once has gotta be fate.

content warnings: language, 18+ content (MDNI!): fingering (abby & reader receiving), oral (abby receiving), standard emotional constipation, non-graphic depictions of injuries / blood. let me know if i miss anything! not proofread well!

tagging those who interacted with my interest post! @eden-nox , @feeeeebbb , @thecowardwrites , @dawn-bunni , @dykefromstatefarm , @kingofcrabs17 , @deadliebalboa , @caitlinisfruity , @matchabxba , @abbysidechick

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THE FIRST TIME ABBY TENDS TO YOU is an embarrassing circumstance all its own. And not necessarily because you’d hurt yourself, but because of one meddling little sibling in particular.

It’s nearly 2am in the morning, a little brisk outside of the apartment complex, and Abby’s trailing behind her rotation partners up three rickety flights of stairs.

“Seattle EMS!”

The door’s flying open and a frantic girl no older than fifteen is ushering the trio in the apartment.

“It’s my sister,” she says quickly. “She cut her hand with a knife. Won’t stop bleeding.”

Abby’s observing her surroundings, eyes flitting around the space as they file quickly down the hallway, walls neatly littered with polaroids, picture frames, and various other decorations and knickknacks.

As they spill into the living room, Abby’s eyes settle on you, sitting on the coffee table in nothing but an oversized tee and some boyshorts.

There are tiny smears of red across your thighs, right hand applying pressure to your left palm with a wad of paper towels. One look at your face shows draining color and Abby’s setting the duffel on the floor.

“Need her rate and blood pressure,” one of her partners says. “Anderson, can you assess the damage?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Abby says, kneeling in front of you.

She swears she feels a jolt of electricity pass through her nitrile gloves when her fingertips brush your skin. You’re shaky, eyes droopy because you’ve never been great with blood.

“I’m gonna take a look,” Abby says softly, coaxing the paper towels away from you. “That okay?”

You nod, hair falling into your face as she turns your palm over to analyze the wound.

“Sheesh,” she whispers. “What’d you do?”

When you’re silent for a moment, warmth momentarily returning to your cheeks as embarrassment floods your system, Abby’s eyes swing to your younger sister who’s seemingly clocked the considerable tension between you and the hot EMT.

“We were making brownies,” she fills in helpfully. “Big sis was chopping up the nuts.”

One of Abby’s partners chuckles, the one filling out the paperwork, and Abby glances at you again, something niggling in the pit of her stomach when she sees the flustered way you bite your lip.

“Personally not a fan of nuts in my brownies, but that’s a hill I’ll die on.”

Abby’s trying to distract you, take your mind away from a the gnarly gash cut deep in your palm line. It works, she thinks, when you crack a small smile.

“Me neither,” you agree, and it’s the first words you say all night.

Your voice has a sweet rasp, one that makes Abby’s gut twist.

“Guess this means nuts really are a no go,” you say, hissing momentarily when Abby makes start with cleaning your wound.

For a moment she forgets you’re talking about brownies and your little sister’s searing gaze should be confirmation enough, but after gathering all of your important information and spending the next forty-five minutes cleaning you up, Abby’s being stopped in her tracks as they file out of the cramped living room.

Your little sister catches her as the two other techs swing into the third floor hallway.

“My big sis is gay, FYI,” she giggles mischievously. “Like real gay.”

You call her name, absolutely horrified.

Abby can’t help the smile that splits her face.

“Mmm, good to know.”

You’d barely recovered from that moment, still reeling nearly a week later after your failed sleepover party with your little sister that ended in the hottest tech seeing you in the worst condition possible.

And while you thank every force above that Abby hadn’t seemed too perturbed by your sibling’s antics, it’s still something that makes you rub the heel of your palms into your eyes and kick your feet in annoyance before bed.

But just when you think you’re finally getting over it, you cross paths again.

Fate has a cruel way of flexing its humor because you’re turning an especially crowded corner in the freezer section of Whole Foods when your toe catches the corner display.

“Shit!” you hiss, basket clattering to the floor.

Your jar of extra garlic-y marinara is rolling away and a few of your lemons are scattering between avoidant feet.

“Hey, you alright?”

And you’ve heard that voice before, familiar hum haunting your dreams for the past week and a half.

You look up just as the body associated with the voice crouches in front of you, pasta sauce in one hand and trio of lemons in the other.

Of course it’s Abby in all of her glory. Her hair is loosened from her braid, falling over her broad shoulders as she searches your face. She’s in her work polo, few buttons undone and belt somewhat loosened.

Something akin to recognition flashes over her features as she takes you in.

“Thanks,” you whisper when she rights your basket and carefully sets the runaway items inside.

“You’re always hurting yourself,” she teases, standing to her full height before offering her hand out to you.

For a moment you were caught up, so engrossed in seeing Abby again like a direct manifestation of your very fears (and a wet dream or two), that you hadn’t noticed that people were staring.

Your face is hot as your fingers brush her palm and she’s hoisting you up like you weigh nothing. When you shift your weight to the foot you’d tripped on, your face screws up in discomfort.

Abby’s scarily perceptive, equal parts because it comes with the job even when she’s off duty, and also because it’s you. She doesn’t know what’s so different about you, especially because she hasn’t bat an eye at another girl in the past seven months since her previous break-up, but she can’t take her eyes off of you. She’s certain her pupils are blown wide by now.

“Does it hurt?” she asks, steadying you with warm hands.

Abby has to force herself to glance up at you when she happens to notice the way your chest hitches, pendant on the dainty chain that rests between the divot of your collarbones glinting under the fluorescents.

“A little,” you admit.

Abby doesn’t hesitate to take your basket alongside hers and offers you a perfectly sculpted arm.

God you could actually combust, not only because you’re beyond embarrassed but because Abby’s too fucking hot for her own good.

“Easy,” she tells you as you move through the aisles slowly.

She’s guiding you to a quiet corner in the foodcourt, setting you gently against the bench before plopping down next to you.

Your lips part to thank her, tell her that you’ll just rest here for a moment before going about your day, but she’s lifting your leg into her lap and undoing the strap of your sandal wordlessly.

“Oh—”

Her gaze swings to yours.

“Gotta get a better look,” she tells you with an easy smile, fingers gentle around your ankle.

She starts rolling, testing your range of motion. When your expression pinches, she’s rummaging through her basket, only to produce a frozen bag of peas a few moments later.

“Doesn’t look like any bruising is forming and you’ve got your full range of motion,” she observes. “Just a rolled ankle. Nothing some ice won’t fix.”

You stare at her unblinking, nodding stupidly as she applies a slight amount of pressure with the frozen vegetables.

“I, ah—” you let out a low hiss and Abby shouldn’t lick her lips, but her mouth’s dry and the skin of your legs are like butter. “I think I’ll be okay.”

The concern that shades Abby’s features makes you squirm on the bench, ankle still propped in her lap.

“Did you drive?” Abby presses, and she knows that this is a bad idea.

The two of you could be on your way, paths officially untangling, but something inside of her is compelled, tugged hard at the sight of you.

“No…” you trail off sheepishly. “I walked.”

Abby’s lips part, words escaping her before she can stop and think twice.

“I’ll walk you home,” she offers.

“Oh, Abby, you don’t have to do that,” you say gently.

It’s like someone squeezes the air from her lungs at the sound of her name leaving your lips in a rasped hum, makes her wet her lips again because her mouth’s gone dry.

“You’re probably really busy, I don’t want to be a bother,” you add with a soft smile.

“You wouldn’t be,” she assures you. “Just wanna make sure you make it home safe.”

And it’s such a sweet sentiment, one that makes warmth bloom in your chest and your tummy. But there’s a dull ache, a squeeze that makes your thighs involuntarily press together. It’s barely perceptible and you hope to whatever’s in the universe that Abby’s not keen when it comes to body language.

The planes of her face are serious, bump on the bridge of her nose pronounced as you watch the set of her jaw. Fuck, did you want her bad, feel embarrassment creeping because if anyone nearby could intercept your brain, they’d find a slew of less than appropriate thoughts accompanying the more tame.

Without another word, Abby’s hooking your sandal back on, patting your shin gently before setting you right and gathering the combination of your groceries and hers.

You make a move to follow her, but she levels you with a warning glare.

“Stay put,” she urges. “I’ll take care of it.”

“But, Abby—” you splutter.

Your name is stern on her lips and another dull ache ebbs as she stands over you in her uniform, muscles stretching the fabric taut.

She’s off a moment later and after what seems like an eternity waiting almost helplessly, Abby returns with a few paper bags. She’s stuffing the receipt in her pocket and your expression shifts, lips pursing.

“How much do I owe you?” you ask as soon as she offers her elbow to you.

“Don’t worry about it,” she quips, body tensing in the slightest as she acclimates all over again to the feeling of you clinging to her. “Now let’s get you home.”

“Abby!” you whine, drawing her name out petulantly.

It’s so domestic, all of it. Carrying your groceries with your arms looped through hers and the two of you strolling down the sidewalk to accommodate your hurt foot.

“What?” she mocks, and you can’t help but smile.

“You’ll be late for work,” you say softly, unable to stop the passing observation of how sturdy she feels against you.

“I’m off.”

And something like relief, excitement, jolts at the thought. Makes you hush the rest of the way to your apartment building like the courage is still brewing.

The middle-aged woman that sits at her desk in the lobby and plays Candy Crush half of shift pauses to spare the two of you a passing glance as you walk in, eyebrows raising and lips twitching.

“Afternoon, Marianne,” you greet sheepishly.

“Good afternoon,” she parrots, rolling her lips to hide the amused grin threatening to spread.

Abby is none-the-wiser as her eyes flit around the lobby in search for the elevators.

The ride up ends up being shrouded in total silence save for the whirring of the lift’s gears and your shallow breaths. For a moment, Abby wonders if she’s overstepped. If she’s made you uncomfortable and read all the signs wrong.

As the two of you approach your door, the very one her and her coworkers had banged on a little over a week ago, she’s trying to come up with the words to apologize, tell you that she really just wanted to make sure you were okay.

(Even though she’ll only ever admit to herself that perhaps part of it was self-indulgent and the softness of your skin was like a high).

But you’re beating her to it, untangling to shift your weight to your uninjured foot and turning to face her.

“Do you…” You swallow and blink once, then twice, gathering the rest of your courage. “Do you wanna come in?”

Oh— Abby hadn’t been expecting that. She’d been expecting you to fumble with your groceries and close the door in her face for good. But now you’re looking up at her through thick lashes and a shy grin and all she can think to herself in this moment is that she’s a goner.

“I’m making dinner,” you add. “If you’d like to stay.”

Another slice of domesticity that has Abby’s wires crossing.

“Sure,” she agrees easily, and it takes everything inside of her not to teem with too much excitement when you turn to slot your key into the lock and the door springs open.

Your apartment is just how she remembers it from the little details she’d picked up the last time she was here. That same scent of lemons and what she thinks could be incense. Though it’d felt a little out of line, unprofessional to be too engrossed in her surroundings the first time, especially when her eyes caught a particularly suggestive photo among the wall hosting polaroids.

You’re with a group of girl friends, bent over in a too short skirt so that the swell of your ass is pressed to the girl in the center’s front. The shot gives a perfect eyeful of your cleavage in a tiny little triangle bikini top and the cherry on top is the pair of red cat-eye glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose as you wink at whoever is behind the camera.

You pause at the end of the hallway when you notice Abby’s no longer close behind.

“Looks like somebody knows how to have a good time,” she observes jokingly, but her cheeks are so incredibly warm because christ you’re beautiful.

You’re sheepish.

“Definitely retired from that life,” you tell her, and she notes that the neat sharpie dates back nearly six summers ago. “Now I like to bake with my little sister and injure myself.”

Abby can’t help the smile when you start gazing at all the other polaroids tacked into a heart formation on the crisp white walls.

“You seem like the life of the party,” Abby says, eyes lingering on another polaroid of you in what seems to be a dorm room with a joint pinched between your fingers, sporting a feather boa, a paper crown that says ‘birthday girl’ and those same red sunglasses.

You huff out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t say that...”

She wonders if she’ll see that side of you. So far you seem so quiet, reserved. It makes her want to peel away the layers and learn you.

The thought makes her blink hard.

“Kitchen’s this way,” you say after a few moments pass, turning on your heel to pad down the hall and swing left.

Light pours from where you flip the switch to the kitchen’s fluorescents.

Abby finds that the living room and kitchen is far tidier than the last time she’d been here, obviously cleaned after the entire baking debacle with your little sister.

My big sis is gay, like real gay. The words were like a subtle push. One that made Abby weigh the potential.

She’s setting the paper bags on the counter, making a move to go through the bags to help you put the groceries away, but your hands close over hers, slightly smaller and warm as you halt her movements.

“You’ve done enough for me,” you say, smile crooked. “Make yourself at home.”

And the household phrase is so cliche, but makes a split second reel of what making herself fully at home entails. She’d never admit it out loud, but part of it is bending you over the kitchen island.

She swallows the lump in her throat as you limp around the kitchen.

“You should rest your foot,” she says.

Your smile widens.

“I’m okay,” you assure her.

She leans against the counter, watching as you file everything in its rightful place. The muscles in her face involuntarily twitch when you stand up on your tip toes to throw a box of cereal on top of the fridge.

Your ass looks absolutely edible in your jeans and the low cut of your top shows the way your shoulder blades contract.

Definitely doesn’t help her blooming kitchen fantasies.

“You want something to drink?” you offer.

“Just water, please,” Abby clears her throat, gaze snapping up to meet the gaze you throw over your shoulder.

And she has to use the cute little glass you give her as a lifeline, nearly crushing the frosted green glass to bits multiple times over the course of you prepping dinner and the actual thing.

Because not only are you wickedly witty in a way that’s easily overlooked, but you’re phenomenal in the kitchen. Nearly drools watching you cut through your produce while chattering happily about growing up on the west coast and your college years.

You work through the building heat to set a painted ceramic dish piled high with pasta that Abby absolutely devours with nearly as much fervor as she likes to think she would you.

“Good?” you ask hopefully, leaning forward on your elbows.

“Better than good,” Abby says eagerly. “Great, fantastic.”

“Yay,” you cheer pure-heartedly and she could melt. Especially when she polishes off the plate and you sit up straight. “More?”

She easily agrees just for the sake of watching you.

“You should, uh—” You scratch the back of your neck nervously as she continues eating. “You should stop by again. If you, y’know, wanna…I cook a lot and there’s usually a lot left over.”

Abby could scream in excitement. She’s one intrusive thought away from reaching over the island to squish your cheeks and tell you that there’s literally nothing else in the world she’d wanna do than to see you again. Instead she forces her composure with an easy smile.

“I’d really like that.”

And the way she sits back in her seat, legs obviously spreading under the surface to stretch has you wiggling uncomfortably. The last few buttons of her polo have come undone, exposing a freckled expanse of skin that you’d love to sink your teeth into, and somehow, sometime while your back had been turned, she’d opted for undoing the rest of her loosening braid to throw it into a topknot.

The tension is palpable, thick enough to choke, and at times, as the two of you chat over the kitchen island, it has you stumbling over your words.

Even more so when you walk her to the door at half past ten. She’s leaning against the doorframe like she doesn’t want to leave, and truthfully, you don’t want her to. Want to spend as much time as you can caught up.

“I’ll call you?” you bite the bullet despite the tremor in your fingertips.

Abby nods, arm banded around her paper bag of groceries, a tupperware of leftovers nestled on the top.

“Yeah, please,” she hums.

And there’s one final moment of tension that clings between the two of you as she kicks off the doorframe and you close the door, back pressed against the wood.

After that night, the lines you dance blur impossibly. Always a will she, won’t she that seems to equally frustrate the two of you for vastly different reasons unbeknownst to the other.

You because you can’t get a read on Abby, always teetering over a steep edge trying to get her to bite your advances. But you know, know that there’s something there. Abby because she’s given more and more reason to fall into you with every passing moment, but can’t seem to take the plunge, entirely too freshly single to think about another commitment that could fail and leave her already mending heart beyond repair.

And she knows it isn’t fair, especially when the tension both romantic and sexual is absolutely brimming. You’re nothing like the partners she’s been with before, especially not her last girlfriend who was practically your polar opposite. You were gentle, sweet, funny. Good at practically anything you could get your hands on.

But something stalls her, keeps her from diving headfirst despite late nights laying on your living room floor talking about things both minute and infinite, cooking with you in the snugness of your tiny kitchen, even inviting you to outings with friends and vice versa.

So you take the plunge instead, one Saturday evening weeks after your first meeting, after spending long swathes of time tangled in each other’s presence.

You’re at a bar with her and her friends, slight buzz giving you the smallest nudge of confidence to cling to her arm. And god does Abby look good tonight, especially so, in a dark button up and fitted pants. She’s got her hair down, tickles your cheek when you nuzzle against her shoulder.

Her friends’ eyes are inquisitive, curious because touches between the two of you rarely linger for longer than a few moments, but you’ve been glued to her side all night. She doesn’t say anything though, doesn’t shrug you off, even wraps an arm around your shoulder when you return from the restroom.

So with a few more drinks and a little more liquid courage, you’re toeing a little over the line. You’ve pushed her hair over her shoulders, pressing your lips experimentally to the skin behind her ear. It’s a sensation that has her freezing up almost imperceptibly, but you can tell with the way her muscles grow taut under your fingers.

“What’re you doing, angel?” Abby asks quietly, span of her large palm gripping your thigh.

“Nothin’,” you hum, nose bumping her ear.

She breathes out a hollow laugh, tries to turn her attention to her friends who are obviously trying to ignore your displays of affection. But then your lips are brushing with more force against her collar and she’s sliding out of the stuffy booth to get some air.

Her resolve is obviously crumbling, even more so when she stands at the bar waiting for the next round of drinks and your arm bands around her waist, the other flattening below her belly button. When your pinkie slides beneath her belt buckle, she’s pushing off the counter.

And for a moment you think you’ve upset her when she gathers all the stout glasses and winds through the crowd to return to the booth you’d previously occupied.

You barely make it to the back of the bar when she’s emerging from the bodies and grabbing you roughly by the bicep.

“Abby—”

Her lips are slotting yours before you can apologize, and she tastes like cherries and liquor. Her arms wind around your waist, one hand on the small of your back, the other grabbing a handful of your ass.

“Abs,” you whisper breathlessly, unable to feel any embarrassment for taking up a high traffic aisle as she bites your bottom lip.

“Your place or mine?” she asks, voice gravelly. “Because you started something that I’m gonna need you to finish, princess.”

And your knees are jelly the entire trek to your apartment, insides liquid and tummy fluttering because a warmth has begun to pool in your panties. The way Abby can’t keep her hands off you through the elevator ride up makes it all the worse.

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease, y’know that?” she hisses in your ear as you miss the keyhole a few times. “For the last six weeks all you’ve done is toy with me and—”

Her breath hitches when she presses her front to your back and slides her hand up the skirt of your backless sundress to feel the stickiness forming between the plush of your thighs.

When you finally force the door open, Abby’s kicking off her shoes and her fingers are making work of her top buttons. You’re quick to swivel on your heel, shoving her roughly against the front door to push up on your tiptoes and pepper kisses over the curve of her jaw.

“Me?” you huff petulantly, an uncharacteristic gleam in your eye as your fingers are deft on her belt buckle. You unbutton her dress pants. “You waltz in here all the time looking so…so…fuckable.”

Abby nearly chokes on her breath.

“And you try to play coy, but I see right through you, Abby,” you say in such a gooey tone. She throws her head back and moans. “I see the way you look at me. The little things you do. You’re not subtle Anderson.”

And that’s new. Calling her by her last name.

Your hand’s down the front of her pants, under her boxers and you feel it. How wet she is. Feel the slick between her folds as you circle her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, lips parted as she takes the sight of you in.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you sigh, biting your bottom lip as you stare up at her.

She nods eagerly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you hum.

Her hands come up to cup your cheeks, leaning down to steal a few kisses before her hand’s wrapping around your wrist and pulling you from her heat.

“Open,” she barks, guiding your fingers to your lips.

You do so without argument, the taste of Abby making your eyes hood.

You make a noise in the back of your throat, and Abby’s walking you back towards your bedroom.

“You wanna make me feel good?” she asks, back of her knees hitting the edge of your mattress. She’s got you situated between her legs, shucking off her top and shimmying her trousers and boxers off in one go. “Then get to work.”

She’s spreading her legs, gaze locked as you lower until you’re eye level with her cunt. The pale moonlight that filters the window making it absolutely glisten.

You’re kissing the skin of her inner thighs, hands on her knees as you glance up at her, only find her with her bottom lip tucked harshly between pearly teeth.

“Want you bad,” you admit breathily, biting the taut skin before laving at it with the flat of your tongue.

All you receive is a shaky breath, seemingly knocking the words straight from her lips.

“Nothing?” you taunt, biting the other side.

Abby’s opening her mouth to say something snarky, but your lips are on her clit and your middle finger’s sliding in with ease.

“Jesus, fuck,” she whispers breathlessly.

And you’re smug as you eat her out, vibration of your moans rumbling through her core when she threads her fingers through your hair and tugs ‘til the tension in your scalp stings deliciously.

“Shitshitshit,” she chokes when you add another finger.

Under normal circumstances, she’d be embarrassed when her body locks up and her legs shake after what seems like only mere moments, but after she comes down and the fog clears, she’s wiping that smirk off your pretty face.

The sight is one to see, Abby leaned against your headboard with your back plastered to her front. The skirt of your dress is scrunched around your waist, flimsy straps knocked from your shoulders.

She’s merciless, thick fingers plugging you full.

“Ah, Abby,” you hiss, hand wrapping around her wrist.

“Can’t get over how tight you are.” She bites your earlobe. “You can barely take two.”

As testament, she stuffs you deeper. The squelch is downright filthy, your arousal pooling down your slit and onto the sheets. For a moment Abby’s pulling her digits from your heat, spreading her fingers in front of your face to show you the stringy strands of clear that web her knuckles.

“See that, princess? See how wet you are?” she teases, other hand taking a palmful of your tits while her mouth maps each blemish and mark with kisses across your shoulders and neck.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this,” she husks. “Wish you could see how pretty you look.”

You throw your head back, chest heaving as her fingers curl inside the spongy walls of your cunt and applies such a toe-curling pressure against the spot that has you seeing stars. It makes your back arch, knees twitching against the legs that Abby uses to keep your thighs spread.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” she whispers, blowing air against the shell of your ear as her ministrations grow sloppy.

You nod quickly, body tensing.

“M’gonna fuckin’ cum,” you whimper, “Please, Abs, don’t stop. I’m—”

Abby could cum all over again when your chest pushes forward into her hold, head lolling back against her shoulder as you let out a pitched whine that sounds a lot like her name.

“Fuck!” you swallow, falling slack against her sticky skin as you gush.

Her other hand drops to your clit, lazy circles making your pussy clench around the fingers still stuffed inside.

“That’s right, princess,” she huffs. “Cream all over my fingers.”

Your breaths stutter, pussy clenching as you let out a needy little moan.

“So good,” she praises. “Such a good girl.”

And you’re absolutely boneless, head knocking gently against hers as you push further into her chest. You feel her weight shift as she reaches, then the gentle feeling of her cleaning you up despite sleepy overstimulated protests.

It’s warm in your room as Abby slinks down the pillows and pulls the covers up. Her chin rests on top of your head as you cozy up to her, mumbling about how much you like her and how you’ve waited for such a moment.

You don’t remember the last thing you say before you doze off.

Abby does, though.

It keeps her up the entire night. Has her eyes blown wide as she stares up at the ceiling and the weight of the evening dawns on her.

Always wanna be with you. You’re my person.

And she doesn’t know how it’d gotten to this point. How did she let herself get so entangled with you? She’d always been aware that there’d been something there, that she was crushing and was almost a hundred percent sure you reciprocated, but this was far more than she’d anticipated.

It’s a step away from the ‘l’ word, and she’s not so sure it’s something she’s willing to fall into.

So Abby does what she does when she’s scared and she’s running. She’s replacing herself with your pillow as the sun comes up, heart squeezing when your cheek nuzzles against the fabric and your lips part to blow a breath.

She’s dressing as she makes her way to the front door, takes a final look at the polaroid wall that stares back at her as she tugs her shoes on, and slips out of the apartment building into the chilly Seattle air.

You’d been prepared for a lot of things growing up and into yourself. Had learned to swallow the bitter side of sweet, but nothing could have prepared you for the splintering feeling of Abby’s absence.

You wake up a few hours after she leaves, naked and hugging one of your pillows. The apartment is eerily silent as you wait in stillness for any signs that she’s just an early riser.

There’s no shower running, no clattering in the kitchen, no shuffling in the hall. And when you survey your surroundings, comforter wrapped around your shoulders, you suck in a deep breath.

Maybe she has work.

It’s a futile attempt to rationalize the situation, but you know Abby. Know that she’d leave a note, maybe a text, or—

You scramble for your phone, but deflate when you find a notification to water your virtual plant. For good measure, you open her text thread, but all that stares back at you is the confirmation that she was picking you up the night prior.

“Oh, Abby,” you whisper to yourself, something like sickness making your stomach twist.

The cursor blinks, keyboard clicking as you type and retype anything that’ll confirm that maybe you’re just being paranoid, reading into things too much.

So you settle on good morning 💘.

It’s almost instantaneous.

Read at 7:47am.

It takes a little under two weeks for Abby to surface again. Not without ample prodding. You’re a communicator, she realizes, as she sits outside of Jo’s Coffee and stares down at the string of texts from you over the past week and a half.

pretty girl: good morning 💘

pretty girl: have a good day at work

pretty girl: i made dinner if you wanna stop by

pretty girl: can i swing by the station with lunch?

pretty girl: just want you to know that i’m thinking of you

pretty girl: meet for coffee? wanna see you.

pretty girl: text me whenever you’re comfortable, i’ll leave you alone til you’re ready 💗

That final text is what makes her crack. Makes the guilt eat away at her. So she messages you when her shift is over.

me: jo’s at 4

pretty girl liked ‘jo’s at 4’

She looks up when the chair across from her scrapes against the concrete. You drop into the seat, fresh-faced and obviously newly showered. But she can see it in your eyes, the bags that puff like you’ve been crying.

And you have, even if you won’t admit it, because Abby’s the closest thing you’ve felt to what love could be like and these past two weeks have been agonizing as you try to pick apart every single facet of your situationship with her.

“How are you?” you ask, giving her a weak smile over the table.

“Good,” Abby lies, but you don’t see through her poker face and it stings, thinking that she’d been so unaffected by all of this.

You nod, fiddling with the fake leaves of the center piece.

“I missed you,” you admit shakily.

And fuck, did Abby miss you too, but she can’t find it in herself to face her fears head on. So she just nods, biting the inside of her lip.

“Didn’t miss me?” you tease, trying to make light of the situation.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” Abby cuts to the chase, words leaving her lips like a shot that echos in the night.

It makes your ears ring, your brows furrowing as your lips twitch into a frown. Abby braces herself, knows what a brewing argument feels like. It’s sick to say that it’s familiarity, that sharp words and hoarse voices are a norm.

But you just shrink in your seat.

“Why?” you whisper.

Abby sucks in a deep breath.

“You don’t remember what you told me?” she asks like an accusation.

You blink.

“You told me that you wanted to be with me. That I’m your person,” she says.

And you wonder what’s so wrong with that. Especially when you’ve spent two months glued, when you were so sure it was mutual.

“I do,” you affirm softly. “You are.”

Abby squeezes her eyes shut, shakes her head.

“I’m not—” She clears her throat. “I don’t want a girlfriend. I don’t need the distraction. Especially not now with work and my personal life.”

Ouch. That had hurt, Abby calling her time with you and any subsequent moments nothing more a distraction.

“Oh.”

She doesn’t know why your response frustrates her, makes annoyance pinch the back of her brain as she takes you in, but it does. Full force.

“We’re better off as friends,” Abby says. “It’s easier, it’s—”

“Friends don’t fuck each other, Abby,” you say simply, and the calmness in your tone makes her upset.

She’s used to the shouting, to the arguing and being at each other’s throats in conversations like these. But you never fail to amaze her as you keep your composure.

“I have no intention of sleeping with you again,” she says stonily. “That night was mistake. I hadn’t been with someone in months and you were giving me attention and—”

In her frustration with the entire conversation, she hadn’t realized that tears were pooling in your eyes. That you were trying not to cry.

Her face softens when she notices.

“I’m sorry, I just—”

“You what?” you murmur. “What were these past three months, Abby?”

“I dunno,” Abby sighs in annoyance. “Two people enjoying each other’s company? We were drunk and—"

You simply nod, knuckling away the brimming tears before shrugging your bag over your shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Abby sighs when you stand.

“Home,” you answer quietly. “Whatever. Let’s just forget any of this ever happened.”

She grabs your arm over the table, opening her mouth to apologize again, but you’re shaking her off.

“Take care of yourself,” you tell her.

The days blur like the edges of a muddy watercolor.

You start to think that things could look up, that maybe Abby was put in your life for some reason you’ll uncover in the future. But the universe can be so cruel sometimes, knows exactly what to do to shatter the broken pieces you’d tried so hard to glue together.

It comes in the form of a night out nearly a month after you’d last seen Abby. She made no additional efforts, just left you wondering if you’d imagined it all, and your friends are especially tired of your moping.

It’s a surprise!

And you’re not really one for surprises. Especially not now, but they’re dragging you out, carting you across town. Your stomach sinks to your ass when you see the familiar neon lights. Feel your chest tighten on the trek up the stairs to the same bar that preluded your spiral.

You could throw up when you’re situated in a booth with your friends and you glance at the bar by chance.

Abby’s leaned against the counter top, looking as good as ever, but she’s not alone. There’s a girl that hangs off her shoulder, skin umber and eyes warm. She makes no moves to distance herself and you don’t know why you feel the anger begin to sizzle. Abby hadn’t been yours in the first place.

“What do you wanna drink?” one of your friends asks.

“Nothing,” you answer stiffly.

She follows your gaze to the countertop, sees the way your eyes burn.

You’d kept your situation with Abby private, didn’t want to jeopardize such a potentially good thing with your well-meaning meddling friends at such a fresh stage. But now that it’s soured, you stare openly.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” she asks, and your avoidance is answer enough. “C’mon, let’s show her what she missed out on.”

As it turns out, it doesn’t seem like much. Because she doesn’t even blink when you sidle up to the counter with your friend, three patrons between the two of you.

You’d always thought the two if you had a sixth sense for the other, but Abby’s oblivious to her surroundings, too engrossed in her drink and the pretty brunette hanging off her shoulder.

One of the bartenders goes up, asks what he can get for the two beautiful ladies, and your ears perk when her voice sounds. Nearly throw up the empty contents of your stomach all over the bar top when you see the way she slings her arm over the girl’s shoulders.

“Another vodka soda for my girl.”

She’s buzzed, you can hear it, but it’s the most sound declaration you’ve heard from her in the time you’ve known her.

You break away from the bar, and you run.

Abby feels like a shell of herself.

She’d gone out over the weekend, celebrating a visit from a close friend from the east coast. And it’d done a good job of numbing the pain for a little while, of taking her mind off of you.

But it’s Tuesday, the first day of her rotation this week and she hates that this feels worse than her previous break-up despite the unlabeled status of your relationship. You hadn’t even put up a fight, just took her rejection in stride.

It makes her feel infinitely worse, knowing you didn’t have it in you.

She doesn’t even realize she’s spaced out in front of the drink coolers of the convenience store after her shift when a voice snaps her out of it.

“S’cuse me.”

And she knows that voice. It’d been her greenlight all those nights ago.

Your little sister is brushing past her, going straight for the Body Armors and Gatorade. She must feel the way Abby stares because she’s side-eyeing the older girl from her post.

“Oh, it’s you,” she says, turning her nose up in the air.

Abby swallows.

“Hey to you too,” she says hesitantly.

Your little sister humphs, snatching the golden berry flavor and a yellow Gatorade. Abby takes a moment to glance at her basket, sees fever medicine and Tylenol among other things like instant ramen and Vitamin C gummies.

“Are you sick?” she asks.

Your little sister’s face screws up in annoyance.

“No, but my big sis is,” she says matter-of-factly.

That information makes Abby’s heart sink.

“She alright?” she asks carefully.

“She’s seen better days no thanks to you.”

And on a normal day, Abby would laugh because your little sister is witty, just like you. Can see where she gets it from. But right now, all she can imagine is you bed ridden and coughing up a lung.

“I can take a look at her,” Abby offers suddenly. “I—”

“Yeah fucking right,” your sibling scoffs.

Her language stuns Abby and this time she really can’t help but chuckle.

“You think this is funny?” she gripes. “You broke my sister’s heart. She’s been so fuckin’ sad because of you and you’re laughing.”

Abby sobers up quick, shakes her head.

“No, no, that’s not—,” she splitters urgently. “I– I’m laughing ‘cuz you’re just like her.”

Your little sister doesn’t look convinced, uses the back of her hand to wipe her nose as she levels Abby with an unrelenting stare.

“You suck, y’know that?”

“Yeah,” Abby sighs, hands flailing in defeat. “Trust me, I know.”

“And you’re a pussy,” your little sister adds childishly. “I know you really like my sister.”

Abby doesn’t even bother denying it, just stands there with a prepackaged sandwich that pales in comparison to your cooking and a diet soda.

“I do,” she affirms quietly.

“Then do something about it,” she says surprisingly. “My sister’s a catch, the coolest person I know. You’d be the biggest fucking dumbass if you don’t lock her down.”

And her candidness makes Abby crack a smile.

They stand there for a few moments in silence before your little sister is shoving the basket in Abby’s arms and prancing down the aisle.

As soon as Abby’s paid, black plastic bag in her grasp, she finds that your little sister has lingered outside of the convenience store.

She’s shoving a key in her hands.

“She’s too tired to open the door,” she says. “She likes extra lime in her ramen and runny eggs. Also hates swallowing pills so you’ll probably have to crush it up and put it in her water or something.”

“Who’s the EMT here?” Abby grumbles.

Your little sister pins her with a narrowed look.

“Don’t fuck this up Anderson,” she warns. “If Big Sis asks, I took a train to the mall to meet up with my friends.”

And just like that, she flounces away.

You’re asleep when she sneaks into your apartment.

She kicks her shoes off, sets the bag of convenience store goods on the kitchen island before padding through the living room to peek into your room.

Buried under a mound of blankets, just your eyebrows and forehead peek from the top as you snore softly. When she peels the covers away, she not only finds that you’re sweaty and your cheeks are flushed, but you’re wearing her favorite hoodie.

She hadn’t realized she left it here, but seeing you in it has her sinking to her knees by your bedside, chin resting on her bent arm.

“Hi, angel,” she whispers quietly, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from your face. “Missed you.”

You don’t budge, cheek smushed in your pillow as you snooze peacefully. And maybe she shouldn’t have come here, because all it’ll take is you asking her to stay.

She tucks the blanket to your chin, leans forward to press a kiss against your temple.

In the kitchen, she’s only reminded of how much she misses you. Misses this. She’d spent nearly everyday here during your time together. Brushed shoulders with you while you guys cooked together, leaned against the counter while you took extra care plating her food despite her protests of ‘we’re gonna eat it anyways’. You guys frequently laid out on the living room floor, snacking while watching movies, flipping through coffee table books or getting existential.

She’d made so many memories here, made a home out of you.

The thought stirs something emotional inside of her, makes tears prick the corner of her eyes as she rips open the packet of ramen and digs the seasoning sachet out.

Frustration wells as she goes through the motions in your kitchen by herself. Wonders why you had to go and be so fucking wonderful and make her fall for you.

She’s halfway through and angrily brushing her tears away when she hears your door creak open and your voice croak your little sister’s name in question.

When you stand in the doorway of the kitchen, her name is falling from your lips.

“Abby?”

You rub your eyes momentarily and Abby feels like the biggest piece of shit on the planet as you stand there with the hood of her pullover on, Christmas pajama pants and some crew socks.

“Hi,” she breathes.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, bewildered eyes bouncing around the kitchen as you take in your surroundings. The bags under your eyes are swollen, your lips chapped as you fidget in the archway.

“I ran into your sister at the convenience store,” she admits. “She said you were sick.”

“And?” It’s like you can’t fathom the fact that Abby would have any concern for you. Something like anger bubbles at the idea.

“What do you mean and?” Abby asks, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re sick and I… I care about you.”

There’s that normalcy again, that familiar feeling of emotions beginning to reach its boiling point. But she’s not angry at you. Could never be when all you’ve been is perfect to her. And perhaps in the back of her mind that plays the tiniest role, because you’re everything she could ever want, need, but she steady fucks it up every go around.

“Do you?” you whisper.

You look small, defeated, unable to meet her eyes.

“Of course I do, what are—”

“You really hurt me, you know that?” Your breath hitches. “You came into my life like fate, over and over again. Still do apparently. And you— You made me like you more than I’ve ever liked someone in my life. You let me see you, let me fuck you, let me… let me…”

It’s your first real display of heightened emotion. You don’t bother trying to hide your tears, or hide the way Abby’s built you up and ruined you these past four months.

“And then you just left.”

The lump in her throat nearly chokes her breathless.

“I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, y’know?” you continue and Abby’s hands tremble. “That maybe you really just needed the time for yourself, but then I saw you, and—”

“Saw me what?” Abby interjects. “Where?”

“At the bar,” you squeak. “She’s really fucking pretty, and I hope she makes you—��

“What are you talking about?” Abby grills, taking a step towards you.

“If you didn’t want to be with me, if you didn’t feel the way I felt about you, you could have just said that,” you whimper, dashing the tears away in embarrassment. “You didn’t have to make an excuse about not wanting a distraction.”

“I’m so lost right now,” Abby says. “I—”

“I saw you at the bar this weekend,” you tell her straight. “You were with a girl, called her yours.”

And that floors her. She’s almost a hundred percent certain she would’ve felt your presence a mile away, But as you reveal that you’d only been meters away from her, the closest you’ve gotten in weeks, it makes her gut pinch.

She wracks her brain, tries to recall that weekend, tries to think of any woman who’d give you the idea that she’d choose anyone but you.

She draws a blank at first, but then she remembers the bartender’s passing comment.

You and the birthday girl are too sweet.

Abby had fake retched and Nora’d drawn out an exaggerated ewwww as the bartender set the vodka soda before them.

She’d been far too engrossed to realize that you’d been in the vicinity. But she’s not so sure she would’ve done much to take advantage of your presence if she had.

This is her first act of courage in months and she’s falling head first as she crosses the berth between the two of you.

When she stands a few inches away, you look up at her, thick lashes wet and nose snotty. You look like a mess, but Abby’s always thought you were beautiful.

“Nora’s not my girlfriend,” is the first thing she says.

You think you should feel relief, some semblance of hope flickering, but this feels a lot like uncertainty and you hate the limbo.

You don’t say anything, just wipe your nose on the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry,” Abby whispers, hands coming up to grasp your shoulders.

You make a noise in the back of your throat, corners of your mouth turning down in that telltale sign that you’re not done crying yet.

“C’mon, angel, stop crying,” Abby says weakly and the nickname makes your stupid heart flutter.

Her thumbs are brushing underneath your eyes, over the puff of your eyebags before she’s crushing you to her chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other winding around your shoulders to keep you anchored.

Your arms wrap around her waist, taking in the scent of her pine body wash and the softness of her detergent.

“I hate you,” comes your muffled hiccup.

Abby only hugs you harder.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

And perhaps she deserves that, but you’re pushing your face further into her chest and she barely hears you.

“I missed you,” you admit a second later, back of her work shirt fisted between nimble fingers.

A shuddering breath leaves her at the admission, makes her body relax as the two of you stand at the edge of your kitchen.

“Missed you,” she murmurs, savoring the way your body feels melding against hers for the first time in weeks. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

“You’ll stay?” you whisper.

“Yeah, yeah,” she assures you. “I gotta go home and get some stuff, but of course I’ll stay.”

Your hold tightens and your head shakes.

“I mean stay, Abby,” you clarify. “With me. Don’t…don’t run away anymore.”

Her breath catches in her throat, a new onslaught of tears choking her as she nods fervently.

“Yeah,” she croaks, kissing the top of your head. “M’not going anywhere.”

BONUS

You don’t know where the time goes. It all seems to blur together in the moments you spend with Abby, and before you can wrap your mind around the fact, a full year has passed the two of you by.

“You look so pretty,” Abby comments, sitting on the edge of your bed with her legs spread.

She’s watching you through the mirror, blue eyes piercing and unblinking.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way she always seems to make you warm.

“Thanks,” you mumble, unable to hide the smile that twitches while you screw the cap back onto your lipgloss to take one final look at yourself.

“Not gonna say it back?” Abby feigns annoyance, pushing up from her seat to wrap around you, one hand bracing against the dresser as her chin drops to your neck.

“Then it’d be insincere,” you deadpan, head tilting to rest against hers.

She humphs under her breath, shamelessly sliding a hand up your dress.

You stop her fingers in their tracks, pushing off from the drawers to create space between the two of you and alleviate the warmth beginning to bloom behind your navel.

“We’re gonna be late for Nora’s birthday,” you quip, fingertips barely brushing the doorknob before Abby’s hands are gripping your waist.

She’s hoisting you to throw you against the mattress playfully.

“She’ll survive if we’re ten minutes late,” Abby assures you wolfishly, climbing over you to cage your body between her thick thighs.

“You’re gonna mess up my hair,” you whine, pushing at her shoulder.

Abby captures your wrists in one hand, other tilting your chin up to slot her lips between yours. The taste of the fresh coat of lipgloss you’d just applied makes her smile against your mouth.

She relaxes a fraction when you reciprocate, tongue languid. A noise of approval rumbles from her chest when you nudge her onto her back and bite down on her bottom lip. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she’s pulling away, hands resting against the curve of your ass.

Now you’re straddling her, manicured hands mapping from her waist to her shoulders to feel the ripple of taut muscles underneath. She’s tense, obviously waiting for your next move with bated breath and kiss bitten lips.

But then you shift teasingly over her zipper.

“Let’s go,” you hum, pressing a final kiss to her jaw before climbing off of her anticipating figure. “No dessert before dinner.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou

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Rent-A-Girlfriend

Part 4: Baki Hanma/ Jack Hanma (2)

Yandere Various Baki x Afab reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

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So sorry that I am only doing Jack, Kaoru, Katsumi, and Baki. But you guys are getting, you guessed it! Jun Guevara!

All characters are aged up FYI! They are in their 20s.

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(Your name) laid on her stomach on her bed. A fluffy white towel wrapped around her head while she kicked her feet and giggled. Katsumi was such a cutie. It’s been awhile since she was genuinely interested in a man…

Momo sat up and stretched her arms above her head with a yawn. She needed to start getting around for this date with Jack. She had almost forgotten about the blonde since she’s been so into Katsumi.

But she had graciously accepted Jack’s date before talking to Katsumi… maybe she should tell the karateka about her next three jobs? No… that wouldn’t be right to do. It’s not like they were official or had a title yet. Necessarily she was a single woman on a rental dating site still.

(Your name) got around for the date. She decided to wear a patterned blouse and jeans. Her app said Jack had set up a date at a cafe so there was no need for a dress today.

(Your name) styled her hair and made her way to the train station unaware of the black limousine sitting outside of her apartment complex. A certain yakuza watching her leave in interest.

“Follow her.” Kaoru told Kizaki who sighed. It was a bit unusual for someone of Kaoru’s caliber to be so interested in a woman like this before… perhaps he’s just going through a phase right now?

Kaoru lit a cigar and took a long drag. Kizaki wasn’t able to find much on her at all. Just a name, adress, and a clean record. She had no social media… she had to be hiding something and he was going to figure it out.

“Just who are you, (your name)?” Kaoru muttered to himself.

(Your name) smiled when she saw Jack was patiently waiting for her at the cozy little cafe. Poor guy looked so out of place with his large body crammed at such a small table. From the way he was sitting, he must have been waiting for awhile. Was he excited to see her? How endearing.

Now that she thought of it, how did he find clothes that even fit him? Did he have a personal tailor? She didn’t think it was humanly possible for someone to be as massive as him.

(Your name) shook her head. She wasn’t going to question the logic of Jack’s existence. She was here to get paid and then go home.

(Your name) opened the door and smiled at Jack. The blonde perking up a bit when she walked in just like a German shepherd… that was a little mean to think that. She shouldn’t compare the man to a big ‘scary’ dog.

“Hello, darling.” (Your name) approached him and pressed her lips to his cheek. The blonde blushing at the touch. “Were you waiting long?”

“No…” (Your name) tried not to giggle at how awkward Jack was. It was endearing that a man as large as him had no experience with women. A shame as well. Man was probably well endowed- dirty thought! Shake your head clear of those dirty thoughts, (your name).

Jack noticed her blush and felt his heart flutter. Perhaps she had an inkling of his attraction to her? Or that he was still a virgin… He wasn’t too obvious… was he?

(Your name) sat in front of Jack. Her (eye color) eyes scanning the menu in interest. She didn’t think he would pick such a tasteful cafe with paninis. Jack didn’t look like the kind of guy who would eat a panini.

“Have you been here before?” Momo asks him with a smile.

“… no.” Jack admitted. Should he admit he googled popular date ideas? Would she think less of him?

“I think you picked a good spot. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a panini.” (Your name) smiled at him. He googled this spot just to take her out on a date… that is so cute. “You’re surprisingly thoughtful.”

Jack hummed. He was only able to rent her for a few hours today so he was going to make the most of it. He wished he could spend more time with her… wait. What was he thinking? They just met.

“I’m trying.” Jack mutters softly. “I don’t have much experience with dating…”

(Your name) took two of his thick fingers in her hand and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“That’s what I’m here for…” She gave him a bright smile, causing his knees to go weak and his palms to sweat. Jack averted his gaze, his heart drumming rapidly in his chest. “You’re doing well so far.”

Jack wasn’t used to praise… but he liked it. Jack enjoyed being praised like this. It made him feel special.

The two shared light banter and conversation. (Your name) was happy that the blonde was opening up to her more and more. He looked more approachable when he relaxed. Not to mention how hilarious it was to watch him try to eat a piping hot panini in one bite. Jack was surprisingly fun to spend time with… but perhaps it was because she thought of him to be similar to a dog?

The way he had his utmost attention on her and anything she did was interesting to her. She hasn’t had a man look at her like she was a god in a long time…

Sadly, she only had five minutes left with him…

“Our time is almost up…” (your name) softly whispered, Jack furrowing his brow. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

(Your name) tried not to chuckle at how disappointed he looked. It was nice to see him expressing his emotions a bit better. It made the monstrous man more human in her eyes.

Jack stood up and helped her out of her chair. The two walking side by side out of the cafe together. His entire hand engulfed hers, the calloused skin from tears of fighting felt rough against the soft skin of her hands.

“I had a great time today, Jack.” (Your name) smiled warmly at the giant man. She was being genuine. Jack was comfortable to be around, she felt incredibly safe with him.

Jack stopped walking, his body bending down with a snap. (Your name)’s eyes wide in shock when she felt slightly chapped lips briefly touch her cheek. It was quick and fleeting, like a butterfly landing on a flower. But it wasn’t opposed.

“I wanted to do that all day…” Jack muttered under his breath. The blonde turning his head to try to hide his red cheeks. That was so cute… how could he be cute?

(Your name) touched the spot his lips touched before smiling at him. “Well… I enjoyed it. Didn’t think you’d be the sweet type.”

(Your name) takes his massive hand up to her lips and presses a soft kiss to his scarred knuckles. Jack shivered in response, his breathing rapid. He felt like he was going to fall over and die from how fast his heart beat in his chest.

“Thank you for today, Jack. Have a good rest of your day today, Jack.” (Your name) waved good bye to Jack. The blonde biting his lip before speaking again.

“I want to try to see you again soon…” Jack said, the giant man shoving his hands in his pockets to try to stop himself from saying anything embarrassing. “Have a good day, (your name).”

Jack then turned on his heel to walk off but not before noticing a black limo across the street. Jack narrowing his brown eyes before shaking his head.

There was no way someone would be following (your name) around, right? She couldn’t possibly have gotten herself tangled in anything dangerous…

Jack narrowed his gaze when he saw a flash of Hanayama’s face from the limousine’s window when it drove past him. Just what was that yakuza up to now?

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐲!

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧!

(Your name) smiled at the pastel pink screen on her phone. Her ratings have been going up as of late so she’s been getting more date requests. Business was booming, baby.

(Your name) then exited the screen to see if she had any missed messages and oh boy there were at least fifteen missed messages from Katsumi. She was barely with Jack for three hours and she missed this many messages? That was insane.

Oh. That made sense. She forgot to tell Katsumi she was on a job.

She quickly shot Katsumi a message and apologized for not getting back to him. Poor guy.

She was amazed at the instant reply.

‘That’s okay! Sorry, I just became a little anxious there. I just get so nervous around pretty girls like you is all. :)’

What a goober. Katsumi was lucky he was so cute because she didn’t particularly like clingy men.

‘I should have told you. That’s on me, haha.’

(Your name) smiled. Katsumi seemed like such a sweet guy… it really made her wonder why he was on the market… oh well. He wouldn’t be for long if things continued to work out between them.

The young woman made her way into the bathroom. Her phone buzzing with a new text message notification.

‘You can never do anything wrong in my eyes. Can we call each other in a bit? I miss your voice.’

The roots were starting to form from this seed, poor girl had no idea what she just planted into her life.

Monday rolled around faster than she thought. She was interested in this Baki character. She wondered how he’d be… she went with her another softer look. Most of the men she wants on dates with seemed to like soft, demure girls and she would pretend to be anyone for some extra pocket cash.

She made her way towards the park, a young man with shoulder length red hair standing out like a sore thumb. He was pretty… surprisingly pretty. Almost like a girl.

The closer she was, the slightly more masculine he became. Baki wasn’t particularly tall but he did have a nice build to him.

Baki was currently lost in his own thoughts. The young man leaning back to sigh. Ever since his breakup with Kozue, he’s been a bit empty. It’s been rough getting back out on the dating field as of late.

Turns out a lot of people don’t want to date an underground fighter of his prestige. His life was too dangerous for love or civilian friends. It was upsetting to him to say the least. He tried dating in his age range but he decided to just hire a girlfriend for the day to test out an older woman.

Baki was hardly given a chance before he’d be ghosted. It’s been the same pattern for the last two years. One or two dates and then silence. It was stressful to him.

(Your name) smiled warmly once Baki turned his head to look at her. His brown eyes wide in shock at the young woman who stood before him. He didn’t think she’d be so pretty…

“Hello. Baki, right?” Oh lord… the way his name rolled off her tongue had him feeling like a teenager again.

“Yes. My name is Baki.” Baki held his hand out to her. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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♡ ａｔｏｍｉｃｂｌｏｎｄｅ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!mingi x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Comforting your boyfriend after he gets a new look gets you into trouble but the good kind.

♡ Genre: smut w/ a dash of fluff

♡ Word Count: 1.4kish

♡ Warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know better), creampie, a lil spanking, scratching, nibbling, some rough play (nothing major), pet names (baby, my girl, etc).

♡ A/N: Mingi's wrecking me and I am not okay. Just FYI.

@anyamaris save me from myself

“You hate it” Mingi sighs, staring at his choppy blonde hair in the mirror. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to take a pair of scissors to his hair. He had no plan going into it. Only that he needed to do something…anything…different to get out of his own head. But you can see it all over his face that he's second-guessing it. Stepping into the bathroom, you dodge the clumps of fire-red hair scattered across the tiles, to get a closer look at your boyfriend’s new hair. “I love it” you smile sweetly, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Mingi watches you in the mirror for a moment, skeptical. He tousles his hair, trying and failing to style it. “It’s okay. You don’t have to lie.” You grab his arm, turning him to face you. “Hey, look at me,” you say, momentarily losing yourself in those gorgeous pools of sable he calls eyes, “When have I ever lied to you?” Mingi cracks a faint smile, his lips pressed together to keep him from full-on cheesing. “Never.” You play with his hair a bit, gathering them into small spikes. “Exactly. I think it looks pretty hot. I’d definitely throw my panties at you.”

Your comment gets a laugh out of him precisely as you intended. All you ever want to do is see that adorable smile of his. It’s your favorite thing in the world. Sometimes Mingi gets down on himself, wondering if he is, in fact, good enough in one way or another. When you feel that way, doubt weighing heavy on your shoulders, he makes sure to remind you how special you are. “Yesterday, today, and tomorrow” he likes to say. A small reminder that you were, are, and always will be perfect in his eyes.

Pinching his cheeks, you plant a quick kiss on his peachy lips. “Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, remember?” Mingi nods, feeling all of the blood rush to his cheeks. He turns back to the sink, rubbing his cheeks to chase that rosy hue away. “Anyway…” he mumbles, shifting his focus to cleaning up his mess. “Anyway?” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “I’m glad we could have such a touching conversation. I have to get started on dinner. I’m out of here.” You walk off with your arms folded across your chest and your nose in the air. As fake offended as a girl could ever be.

You make it a few steps down the hall before Mingi’s behind you, his arms around your chubby figure as he trails kisses along your neck. “What was that you were saying about throwing your panties at me?” You giggle, your body wriggling against his, “That’s what you got out of what I said? Really?” You never wear pants around the house, a habit he’s grateful for when he easily squeezes your fluffy thighs. It tickles enough that you twist away from him, stumbling backward. “Mingi…I have things to do!” He raises an eyebrow at you, taking one step forward for each one you take back.

“So do I.” “Aah!” you squeal, being pulled into an intoxicating kiss. Even with your eyes closed, paralyzed by the artful way his tongue dances with yours, you’re seeing stars. Holding you firmly by the hips, he guides you into the bedroom without even looking. Your shirt’s being pulled up over your head before you make it through the doorway with his following right behind. When he gets like this he has a one-track mind. Nothing else matters. He only wants one thing and it’s you. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you run a hand across his lean chest, the other palming his thick bulge through those godforsaken gray sweatpants.

An invention by the devil if there ever was one. Mingi’s knees nearly buckle from the unexpected friction. Each time you brush your palm against him he gets harder and the warmth between your legs intensifies. By the time his sweatpants are at his ankles, his leaking tip on your tongue, he’s throbbing. Placing your tongue on the underside of his head, you lick upward, collecting his precum on your tongue. Mingi pets your cheek, watching intently as you take him into your mouth, your warm, tight lips hugging his length with no room to spare. “So…fucking…beautiful,” he says, each word broken by the flutter of your cheeks.

There’s something about feeling the pulsing veins of his cock through your cheek, your head rocking back and forth, that he can never get enough of. You gag the tiniest bit when he hits the back of your throat, knowing how insane it drives him when you take more than you can handle. He can already sense that familiar feeling prickling in his stomach. Shit, why were you so good at this? Mingi grabs you by the neck, not too hard, just enough to rip himself from your mouth with a wet suctioning noise. You look up at him so innocently, proud of being able to push him to the brink that quickly.

“Bend over” he commands, your gentle giant replaced with something more domineering. You slide back on the bed, spreading your legs to expose your moisture. “Only if you say please.” Without a word, he reaches out to stroke your clit through the thin lace. Your breaths grow shallow when his fingers push the fabric to the side, sinking into you until his knuckles are flush against you. “Please” he whispers, rotating his wrist at just the right angle to have you pushing against him for more only to snatch his fingers away, “Pretty…pretty…please”. “Mmhmm” you whine, tossing your panties behind you and getting on all fours.

This view of you is so tempting. That juicy ass of yours sticking out. Your pussy so wet and desperate to take him. Taking a deep breath, he gets his head together. Not yet. A marvelous sting radiates through your body when he palms your ass with a slap, pushing you forward to lap at your entrance. “Mingi, fuck, yes” you’re moaning and he’s thrusting his tongue into you. He brings his fingers back up to massage between your petal-soft folds. Each time your body quivers, pert nipples dragging against the bed heightening your pleasure, it only deepens his hunger for you. The way he’s devouring you, drinking you down like a man who hasn’t had water in days, has you screaming every filthy word you know into the sheets.

Shit. Fuck. Goddamn it. Motherfucker. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me” you cry out, nearly throwing a tantrum, an explosion brewing in your core. You feel his husky laugh vibrate against you. “What was that?” he taunts, flipping you onto your back and climbing on top of you. You lick yourself off of his lips, dragging him into a kiss. “Fuck…me” you moan down his throat. He drives into you, your body immediately erupting into shivers as your walls clamp around him. Your world's shattering. Your heart's racing. Is he trying to kill me? The room’s spinning. You’re lightheaded. I might be dying. Worth it.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” he’s almost singing, nibbling at your bottom lip. Your nails digging into his back is as close to an answer as he’s gonna get and it’s enough for his motions to grow harsher. Your ears are ringing, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Such a mess you’re making creaming all over him like this. “That’s it, baby. Mmm” he coos, keeping his pace even as the overstimulation tears you apart, but that doesn’t last long. Soon his motor skills go to hell and he’s pouring into you, whispering praises into your cleavage.

Your bodies go limp together, your muscles as strong as a pot of boiled spaghetti. Mingi flops down beside you, struggling to catch his breath. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your panties near your head. You pick them up, throwing them on his head. “There, I threw my panties at you.” “I’ll…treasure…these…forever” he pants, twirling them around his finger. You cozy up to him, resting your head on his chest. “You know, that’d be a nice color on you.” “Hmm?” You gesture towards your panties, “The pink.” Mingi stares at them, weighing his options. “Pink” he sighs, kissing you on the bridge of your nose, “I like it.”

#mingi x reader #mingi x you #mingi x y/n #ateez x y/n #ateez x chubby reader #ateez x reader #ateez x you #chubby smut #plus size smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

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thingsidrawgohere · 17 days ago

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Ok. I want to show you something. This is the rough cover for Right, okay? I think I'm going to have to redo it. Too many small problems.

For starters, that thick book cloth doesn't get into the grooves (amiriteladies) as I planned with my prototypes. Here, in the first shot, is a very soft line on an emboss element. It Must be tight given the precision of the abutment of the element above it (being the lighter blue). Did I do that? I did not. Which means the skull element is now off a tiny bit, which is visible, noticeable, and obvious. It makes my blood fall out.

FYI, the skull is the only instance of homemade book cloth on the piece and it Still has glue seepage around the bottommost eye. Could I live with it? Perhaps in isolation. Buuuuut-

I wasn't thinking and gave the boards the usual mm for a cute little edge- which does not work with the flap. Huge gap. Made all the more pronounced by the stiffness of the book cloth. It's so stiff the magnet clasp has a very hard time keeping the book shut.

Alas the bit that broke the camel's back is this. I had a fuck of a time getting the vinyl in This Area Alone to stick. So by the time the obdurate pieces adhered, the others had massive glue seepage. I think it might have someone to do with the magnet but I'm not in the habit of ironing magnets so that's a guess.

So- as much as it pains me- Do Over. I think I'll need to get less lux cloth for the dark blue at the very least. Nice things are above my present station. Goddammit. I wanted this done before I went to the DA4 mines.

#book #fanbinding #bookbinding #ficbinding #UGGGGGGGGGGGH

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agentisclickbait · 2 months ago

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some wir redesigns (?)

not to say i don't like the canon designs, i just thought this'll be fun ^_^

silly stuff under the cut

FYI: most lf these r based off concept art!! i thought it'd be neat

ralph: i honestly dunno what i was thinking 4 his design,,,idk i was just looking at some concept art where he was sillier and non-human. i guess he's kinda like the beast from beauty and the beast (appearance wise?). def has retractable claws n teeth, you know the drill. fun fact; his shirt's graphic is based off that one version of him that has a bunch of spikes !!

felix: SMALL MAN. that's all. i wanted him to look cutesy for no exact reason. i might have made him look a bit child-like??? GCJNTCNGCHTD MY BAD !!! both him n ralph don't have that many colors, as their game is 8 bit, low color count, yk??

sergeant calhoun: she was already perfect as is 😇 just a tad more simple armor and she has her hair dyed blonde!! don't ask how that works lol,,,i probably should have left her a natural blonde,,,

vanellope: THE CUTIE EVER!!! not many changes as i already love her <333 /platonic i thought it'd be cute if she was kinda buggy,,,because she's a glitch,,,,game bug,,,she was almost eaten by cybugs,,,,u see the picture lol. love her !!

youre (not so) daily reminder that break the internet is NOT canon in my soul. fuck you disney.

#wreck it ralph #fix it felix #sergeant calhoun #vanellope von schweetz #notclickbait art

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months ago

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AITA for making a post about an adult making a sexual comment under one of my sfw work posts as a minor?

FYI, sorry for any bad spelling, I have really bad dyslexia.

(🐶👀❤️ for future finding)

Cw for sexual comments to a child, online harassment, and mentions of grooming.

Just for context this didn’t happen on tumblr, this all happened on twitter (yes yes the Elon musk rat site that we all hate) and I’m putting this here because I use both twitter and tumblr and I want a second opinion.

here’s the characters before we start

Me, (17 trans masc)

nsfw account (22 they/them)

so recently I posted a tweet that was a fun fact type tweet about a character from a show I like. Along the lines of “this character can play the tuba!”

Then a 18+ account (this will come up later) replied with “he must have a strong mou*gets shot*”

this is a common meme format but it was obviously nsfw in nature. Now don’t get me wrong, I am in a fandom for a more mature show and understand 18+ accounts may engage with me, and not check my bio. But putting a blatantly under a sfw post and not even bothering to check for my age is just- really disgusting. Not to mention this account had replied and liked many of my tweets.

I gave it a few hours to see if they would correct the obvious mistake, cuz sometimes I back track and realize a mistake, correct it and move on.

but nothing, radio silence. So I replied to their comment stating they had made me incredibly uncomfortable and that I was a child, and then made a small post since a few my adult mutuals follow them (for context I have like 100 followers and they have over a thousand)

it wasn’t a “call out post” just a simple “hay this person did something wrong and I’m telling my tiny bubble of people because some of you happened to follow” I wasn’t trying to get anyone canceled basically.

I didn’t put their @ in the post directly, just a screen shot of the inappropriate replay and their profile showing some mutuals follow.

they then quote retweeted me, telling me “I could have just blocked them and moved on, and that this is a 18+ fandom so I shouldn’t even be here” (it’s actually a 16+ show but whatever)

mutable of their followers processed to gang up on me and tell me I was a pathetic and should leave the internet forever, repeating with the person had said in their quote retweet when ever I tried to argue.

I ended up having to full on private my account because I was so triggered (I’m a grooming victim so this whole situation made me feel almost sick)

I know the person fucked up, but was the post not ok? At first it felt like it was warranted but now I’m second-guessing myself and thinking that I might be the one in the wrong. Should I have just done what they wanted and blocked and moved on?

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 8 months ago

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03/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Samba Schutte BTS; Extended Battle Jacket Scene; Alex Sherman and his Butt; Rhys Darby; UK Crew Billboard Meetup; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight/Podcasts; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Samba BTS Explosion =

Most of you have probably seen it by now, but Samba posted the longer version of the Battle Jacket scene that Ruibo mentioned yesterday in the WJW interview.

= Alex Sherman =

Samba also gave us some more BTS Videos, but tumblr won't let me upload more than one video at a time per post, so here they are on separate posts:

Alex Sherman BTS Part 1: Buttox Guy

Alex Sherman BTS Part 2: Buttox Guy and Arm Guy

BTS OFMD Extras

== Rhys Darby ==

Well with no context, my only thought is maybe Rhys is going to be playing Dungeons of Eternity next on his youtube channel! I guess we'll see.

== Taika Waititi Kudoboard!==

Several lovely crew-mates have been putting together a Kudosboard for our dear Taika Waititi!

Please add your kind words, well wishes, thanks, or other positive thoughts for Taika! We will share the link with him on Wednesday, March 13.

Please note that this board is moderated and inappropriate comments will be removed immediately.

https://ofmdlove.kudoboard.com/boards/Mi5DxyBL#view

== UK Crew ==

The UK Billboard has been scheduled for 11 Mar!

Tumblr / Instagram / Twitter

== Watch Party Reminders ==

= A League Of Their Own =

Tomorrow the 6th is ALOTO Episodes 4-5, and then OFMD 4-5 Time: 1-4PM EST/6-9PM GMT Where: You can watch ALOTO on Amazon Prime

Watch Party Hashtags:

OurFlagMeansBaseball,

SaveOFMD

SaveALOTO to join the event!

= Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1 =

Don't have access? DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th.

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th.

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Never Left Podcast =

Never Left Artwork by Amy Gleason

Episode 007 Beautiful Princess Disorder (Part 1)

Our lovely crew-mates over at the Never Left Podcast are delving into BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder or Beautiful Princess Disorder) and how it relates to Edward Teach. Very interesting and kind discussion of BPD and it's coming in multiple parts. I'm so happy that we have a safe-space-ship to discuss this.

Never Left Podcast Linktr.ee

= Cast Cards =

Today's new Trading Card is Will Arnett! Thank you @melvisik for giving us more and more to collect!

== WB is removing stuff from Etsy ==

FYI to all you sellers out there on Etsy. Thanks @ofmdfanpage for this info.

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. It's that time again to take a moment for yourself, and do a quick self-care check.

First: Have you had any water lately? Anything to eat?

Whatever you're doing, take a minute to get yourself a glass of water, maybe a small snack, the rest will be there when you get back. I know it feels like you absolutely CANNOT stop what you're doing, or you won't get back to it, but I promise you, unless what you're doing is literally life-saving (like open-heart surgery) or you're in the middle of driving a bus full of people, it can wait a couple minutes.

I know you're strong enough to push through and keep going, but you deserve a break. You deserve a minute or two to yourself.

Second: Time to take a deep breath.

Remember to hold it just for a second or two and take your time breathing it out.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Great job :)

Today I was reminded of a short meditation poem by Thich Nhat Hanh on breathing that used to help me get through rough days and I wanted to share it with you-- with each line, breathe in and out slowly. Here's more on it if you're interested: Meditation Poem

In, Out Deep, Slow Calm, Ease Smile, Release Present Moment, Wonderful Moment

Right now, you're the wonderful, present being. You're alive, you're breathing, and you're kicking ass. It's fucking tough out there sometimes, and it's okay to struggle, just don't ever forget how incredibly unique and wonderful you are.

Infinite numbers of events, random meetings, and stars colliding led up to the imperfect, glorious you, and you're still here, shining with us (whether dim or bright tonight).

Love you crew. Whatever challenges you're facing, know we're here for you. Reach out if you need us <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is THAT STASH.

Taika Src: @skux-life Rhys Srs: @fandomsmeantheworldtome

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #samba schutte #alex sherman #taika waititi #kudoboard #save ofmd crew #uk crew #podcasts #safe space ship

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valentinetypewriter · 3 months ago

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Things I did and didn't like about The Umbrella Academy season 4

warning spoilers under the cut

Things I did like

Confirmation that Ben and Viktor were close as children, it was nice seeing someone in his family treating him nicely

The entire concept of the timeline subway, I do think it's a very interesting concept

Diego and Lila's daughter being named Grace, especially because Diego seemed the closest to their mother

Klaus helping out alison taking care of Claire when she can't

Lila having a new power, because I hated her old power, it just felt very Mary Sue

The references to season 1 episode 1 in the last episode (Reginald's speech and the music)

Klaus being a total germaphobe, I like the over cautious behaviour now that he can die

Small details, like Klaus writing on his hand the word stop where his Tattoo used to be

I also enjoyed the references made to the comics, like the mask that temp agents wear being in Gene and Jean's barn. I think the photo of them saving paris/the Eiffel tower is a reference to the comic where the tower is a mech for Zombie robot Gustave Eiffel

A lot of what happens to Klaus is very similar to that of the comics, like his situation with the drug dealer is what he's doing in the first comic, also now being able to levitate as well.

Things I didn't like

Just fyi a cute little end sequence isn't going to distract anyone from it being bad

The first thing Klaus took from that box was Dave’s dog tags and they just don’t talk about it. Nor mention it at all again

After getting his powers back, luther's body changed again, I don't like this as his body isn't affected by his powers, it was caused by being injected with a serum to save him

Viktor has trouble committing to relationships and this problem is not further elaborated upon. Like what was the point of showing that

Also Ray’s abandonment is never actually discussed, but I guess it's consistent that Alison can't keep a stable relationship. But seriously she betrays her family and let's Reginald kill Luther, just to have this man in her life and she loses him and no one mentions it

Lila and Diego are not content with family life and an unnecessary love triangle is formed between them and Five. I feel like they certainly butchered a lot of the characters in this season

Five out of all people, who constantly risked his own life trying to get back to his family multiple times suddenly ignores and hides a way to get back to them, because now all of a sudden he has a thing for his brother's wife???

In season 2 Diego makes a bracelet in the mental hospital for Lila she ends up wearing it the entire time throughout the season, only losing it when she gets shot. Diego picks it up and keeps it with him, when he finds her again in season 3 he gives it back to her, which she then wears for the rest of the show. But in season 4 suddenly she hates bracelets, trading one her got for her for a fucking vacuum.

Klaus is the only sibling who dies without knowing how the Original Ben (his ben, his best friend) died

It kind of went downhill after episode 5, like there were a few things I disliked but nothing that outright made me hate this season. But the way they managed to massacre 2 good characters that had an enjoyable platonic relationship is astounding

Five spends the last three seasons, trying to save everyone, mostly trying to save his family he spent 60 odd years trying to get back just to become a home wrecker in the end

I don't think Lila and Five had a genuine connection the way Lila and Diego did, I feel like they were just lonely and desperate after 7 years.

Lila despite having laser eyes, suddenly being able to copy powers again in the last episode despite not doing it at all nor showing any sign of being able to do that

ABIGAIL >:[

They never ended up explaining why the fuck Jeniffer was found inside a giant squid, its mentioned quite A bit, and even gets shown multiple times, but there's no reason or meaning for it.

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy s4 #the umbrella academy season 4 #the umbrella academy spoilers #tua s4 #tua spoilers #tua #tua season 4 #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #alison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #lila hargreeves

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starlvenus · 9 months ago

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ZOMBIE!?!!?!!!1!!

warnings! small description of rotting flesh, not super detailed, reader climbing out of grave sam winchester x fem!reader

i lowkey forgot about tumblr bcs of school </3 !! but i swear I'm trying to write more... ALSO!!! TYSM FOR ALL THE LIKES ON MY LASt POST!!! :D PLEASEEEEE feel free to request anything!! theres a chance ill write it :3 !! (fyi, not a full on fledged out fic :( just a little ramble thing until i couldnt/didnt wanna write anymore)

summary sams dead girlfriend comes back from the dead D: !! -- Your eyes widen, a gasp escaping your hoarse throat. A high pitched hum fills your ears almost instantly. Your eyes dart around seeing nothing. You turn around trying to just shuffle to the left, almost instantly you realise there is little to none room. Instantly the panic settles in, your chest rising up and down rapidly. You move your hands to feel around you, you could hear your hand hitting something but you couldn't feel it. Despite how scared you were, you tried touching your face. Instead of warm flesh touching your own the abrupt feeling of brittleness makes a scream ripple out of your throat. With what little sense you have left, you try to claw away at the edges. Slowly but surely the casket slightly opens, dirt trailing in through the cracks. After you get the casket open, dirt instantly falls on top of you, the pressure of the dirt halting your shallow breaths. Desperately you try clawing your way through the dirt breathing in some as you climb your way out. After digging, and digging, the harsh glare of sunlight pierces through, burning your eyes forcing them to shut rapidly. Your eyes blink trying to get used to the jarring light. Your eyes slowly adjust. The moment they do, they dart around taking everything around them in.

Despite guessing you were in a casket seeing the graves all around you freaked you out. Your eyes trail around the area, slowly landing on your hands. The flesh on your finger tips is stripped, and rotting away, leaving dark and dry patches. Your skin is deprived of its liveliness. The sight sends waves of nausea, your tummy lurches. Tears gaze over your eyes, you use all the strength you have to pull yourself out. The ringing in your ear quiets down. Your body shakes as you stand up.. Not knowing where you are going you start walking. Hoping to find something. You make your way on a backroad, the cicadas buzz in your ear. Sometimes cars will pass you, they do look at you as they drive past, none of them daring to stop. After what felt like hours, you find a small phone booth. You think about how lucky you were.. You almost automatically press in the 10 digits.

The phone dials, and dials.. Until his voice rings through the shitty phone. “Hello? Who is this?” “Sam? It's me.” Sam sits paralysed. The once comforting voice leaves him with a shiver running down his spine. He struggles to even believe that he was able to hear her voice again. Just as quick as he thought he had her back, other thoughts raced in with the many possibilities, shape-shifters, crocottas, and more. Never considering the fact that it could be her. Despite his doubt he can't bring himself to hang up. It's been too long since he heard her. It lacks her past awkwardness, replaced with a lifeless tone, but it's undeniably hers. The slightest chance that it could even be her keeps him on the other line. Not willing to miss the chance. Ignoring his doubts, he hesitantly speaks up. “Is.. is it really you?”

#bobby singer #castiel #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #fem reader #zombie :(#ZOMBIES!?!?! WHATAT #i love you sam winchester #graveyard

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elya7sstuff · 9 days ago

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✦͙͙͙*͙*𝕮𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖒 | 𝟎3 ⁎∗❥⃝**͙✦͙͙͙

❖ ── ✦ ──『𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 {𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗} = 𝚂𝚔y』 ── ✦ ── ❖

↬𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

↬𝚙𝚊��𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚏𝚝. 𝚔𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

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Classes have finally stopped for lunch break. I wasn't ready for this level of difficulty when I decided to enroll here but the universe once again likes to prove me wrong. My head is spinning and my throat is dry like a dessert from doing vocal exercises since morning and it's currently 13:00 for crying out loud. They didn't joke when they said it would be strict but a little heads up in the curriculum would be nice for us newcomers.

I feel like if I don't voice out everything that's in my head right now it might be the cause of a stroke. So I seize the opportunity to voice my complaints to Jungkook instead of making small talk on our way to the cafeteria where we would meet up with the other boys. Honestly bonding through pain-sharing is way more effective than simply finding wether we like the same food or have the same taste in music and clothes.

"Ahh, I feel like my vocal cords are begging me to stop talking for the next three weeks. If this is the first day of classes I dread to see what's coming up. I might not make it till the end of the first month!"

He snorts and pats my back in what seems like consolation. "Have you never had vocal exercises before? Your throat hurting might indicate that you're doing it wrong you know." Yeah, consolation my ass. I sneek a glare at him but he only raises his hands in defense. "No offense Y/N, it's only natural if you've never done it before."

I can only sigh and hang my head in embarrassment because I can't deny the fact that I've never had vocal training before. "Well you know.. I've been singing even before I could speak properly but, yeah, I have never taken any classes on how to do it right as a professional, I guess."

"There isn't a right or wrong way to sing really, there's only good and bad technique. It's not that you've been singing the wrong way, it's just that you've been hurting your vocal cords while doing it."

My eyebrows furrow at his response as I'm trying to process his words. I know he's trying to make me feel better but frankly I don't see the difference. "Uh, isn't that practically the same thing? I don't really see your silver lining Jungkook."

The boy shakes his head and prompts me by the arm as we near our destination. "Trust me, you'll see the difference soon."

"You sound experienced. Have you taken classes like these before?"

"Hmm, judging by your question I can say for sure that Jimin hyung hasn't told you anything about anyone, huh." He clicks his tongue in disapproval that I know absolutely nothing about him even though we share the same best friend. "Well fyi, I've had a vocal teacher since elementary school and I attended a few extra curriculum dance classes."

I yeald in my tracks, my mouth gaping as I look at him dumbfounded. I kinda figured that he'd be as clueless as I am but my guess was off by a million. He might be a pro already whereas I'm standing here like a baby chick trying to take my first steps after cracking my way out of my egg. "Right. Well then, for making me feel like a total noob you'll have to make up for the rest of the year by coaching me on the side."

His eyes widen as he comes to a sudden halt after hearing my proclamation. "Wha- excuse you! What makes you think I'll have that kind of free time?"

"Well, for starters you don't seem to be needing the studying on any of the introductory material seeing as you've already done your thorough review on the subject. Plus you get to hang out with me, ain't that a great deal or what?"

"Uh-" He blinks a few times but doesn't deny that last part as a faint smile creeps its way on his lips. He tries to hide it by rubbing his nose but it's still there, making my belief that he wants to spend time with me stronger. It's a win win situation when we both get to create a beautiful friendship through it all and also hone our skills to perfection. "Uhm, well, if you put it that way I-"

"Now that's settled come on, I'm starving and I need fuel for the rest of the day. The coffee you brought me only got me so far." I cut him off by dragging him towards the entrance of the cafeteria, secretly snickering as I get to have my way before he could voice out his full opinion on the matter. It sounded like he would accept either way.

Upon entering the cafeteria, I look around and spot Seokjin and Namjoon already sitting at a table and indulging in their food. "Oh there they are. Let's go." He nods in agreement and we take our lunches before making our way to join them.

"Why is it only Seokjin and Namjoon? Aren't the others coming?" I turn to Jungkook carefully so as to not bump anywhere and become the laughing stock of the whole semester.

"Oh, they're probably running a little late due to their classes. Don't worry Jimin will definitely come. He'd never leave you alone with all six of us." The snicker that is heard from him makes me look at him questionably.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

"Huh?"

He doesn't say anything further. I shrug not giving anymore attention to what he was trying to convey through his words. But what he said was true though. Jimin will definitely be here. He's going to want to know everything about my first few hours here. The thought of him bombarding me with questions makes me chuckle to myself, earning me also a weird look by Jungkook. "It's nothing", I respond to have him nod.

Upon approaching the table Seokjin spots us and waves at us to which I respond with another wave back at him. When we get there, he pats the seat next to him making all my newfound confidence flee like a bird in the sky after a gunshot. And so my poor soul leaves my body once more today, this time to drown into my burger.

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Jin's POV

Lunchtime has never been an exciting period of time for me. Excluding a few hook ups here and there, usually I prefer hanging out with the boys and enjoy both my food and their chaotic company. Today though is a whole different story. I feel restless as I stare down at the fries which must be turning cold now.

Jimin said Y/N would be eating with us from now on, a fact that makes my mind wander. I don't know why but I was really drawn to her this morning. Probably because I've heard so much about her. Jimin has always bragged about him being the closest person to her on earth, all while recounting how kind, funny, smart and beautiful she is. So now that I've actually seen her with my own two eyes I can understand the hype. The girl is flat out gorgeous.

With pale skin clear as glass, rosy cheeks that flare up as she got embarrassed and dirty blonde curls that turn golden in the sunlight. But the highlight are those majestic green eyes of hers that resemble two expertly cut emeralds. Jimin had mentioned her mother being a foreigner but the photos of her I've seen do her no justice.

It's no wonder Jimin has tried his best to keep her to himself even if he claims it's all platonic. I'd never in a million years believe that he hasn't thought of kissing her at least once a day throughout their daily and constant contact.

Jimin's overprotective nature towards Y/N is the biggest hint. Besides I'm guessing Jungkookie might have already had to drive other males away from her as Jimin had been constantly instructing him to do. Yet everyone seems to forget that Kook is not as innocent as he likes to showcase, far from it actually. I know for a fact that the gears in his brain can turn in a naughty way.

Y/N on the other hand.. She looks like the embodiment of innocence. And even though she makes all the other girls look like potato sacks, she exudes a girlie charm that's hard to find. She simply has this aura around her. The essence of mystery behind her every gesture along with the way the morning light cascaded around her made her look like a Renaissance painting come to life.

It only took a few minutes for me to be smitten by her and I'm sure I'm not the only one basking in that feeling. I noticed during our first meeting how the boys eyed her up. They will definitely go after her but as of now Jungkook is the one with the field advantage. Being the eldest though, I'm the one with the advanced experience to my disposal.

"Hyung, what are you pondering so hard about? I think I can smell smoke coming from your brain."

I give Namjoon an unimpressed look as he munches on some fries and eyes me with a brow raised in question. "Joon, you should cut down on the time you hang out with Yoongi. He's rubbing off on you in a bad way."

"I beg to differ! You should have seen your face, I feared you were having a stroke."

"Either way, you shouldn't let his disrespectful ass influence you. You used to be a good kid."

Joon takes a sip of his coke and looks at me weirdly. "Still am hyung. But I know what you're trying to do here and I'm not falling for it. Now spill, what has your panties in a twist, hm?"

I sigh and curse under my breath at how observant this boy is. Sometimes his big brain can be a pain. "It's nothing Joon. I'm just trying to decide on something."

"Hmm, is it some kind of dilemma that's rendering your mind incapable of making a decision?" I sigh again and nod as he couldn't have been more spot on with his explanation. "Well then tell me hyung. I might be able to help, you know."

I can't avoid talking to him about it so I might as well cease this opportunity to take him out of the competition. Sorry Joonie, I love you but the game's the game. And I plan on winning. "Well.. Do you think Jimin will mind if I try to court Y/N?"

He suddenly stops his every movement and peers at me dumbfounded. "You wanna court Y/N? Why? Do you like her?" I was right. Judging by his wide eyed reaction he has definitely been thinking about making a move on her.

"Well, I don't really know her to be able to say that I like her wholeheartedly but from what I've heard from Jimin and the great impression our first meeting made on me, I'd say I wanna give it a go. What do you think?"

Strike number one. Knowingly I put the pressure on him by having to give me advice on the matter. Judging by the goodness of his character he'd never discourage me so as to swoop in later. That's just how soft hearted he is.

"Uhh, I'm not sure what to tell you hyung. I mean I totally get what you're saying but you've seen how protective Jiminie is about her and.." He looks away as if he's struggling with his words.

"And..?" I edge him on to complete his sentence even though I know exactly what he's insinuating.

"You know hyung.. No offense but it's not exactly that you've had a good record of being faithful to your romantic relationships up until now. So I'm just thinking that, judging from that perspective, you'd be the last among the six of us that Jimin would entrust Y/N to."

I hate to admit it but he does have a point and a valid one, if not anything. That's practically the only valid obstacle between me and a possible relationship with Y/N. Nevertheless, I can turn the current situation around and have Joon support me at least.

"I get where you're coming from and thank you for being honest. But Joon, you know I'd never do anything of the sort to Y/N. She's way too precious to Jiminie and I wouldn't in a million years jeopardize our friendship. Hurting Y/N would not only hurt him and place him in the middle of everything but it would also affect the rest of our group." I pause and make sure to look him in the eye. "So if I go for her it'll be the real deal. I'm talking about a proper relationship, full strings attached and whatnot."

Strike number two. Making sure my involvement with Y/N won't become any sort of breach in our friendship is all I need to have Namjoon convinced of my determination.

That being said, it's not that I don't believe in what I told him just now. It goes without saying that I'll have to be extra careful when I'll be going out with Y/N so as to avoid any sort of conflict. I love all the boys dearly so wrecking havoc is out of the question here. Yet the strings attached part is something that I'm not really confident about. I'll try for sure but I'm afraid I won't be successful. One thing's for sure though. If that happens nobody can ever find out.

I watch as Namjoon visibly sighs, probably giving up on his plans and I'm quite proud of myself for being able to outwit the smartest person I know.

"What can I say hyung? If you're being legit about what you said then go for it. Just make sure to do a raincheck with Jimin first. Tell him exactly what you've told me and be sincere. He will no doubt threaten to kill you if you try anything funny but I'm sure in the end he'll give you the green light. I'll also back you up if you need any recommendations."

I try to hide my grin as celebratory music starts playing in my head at this small but essential victory. "Thanks Joonie, talking to you always helps make the right choice." Jokes aside, that's actually true. Namjoon has some of the best advice no matter the issue at hand.

I pat his back in appreciation to which he simply replies with a nod and a strained smile. Later on I'll have to make it up to him somehow for cornering him like I did today.

We silently decided to turn our attention to our lunches but for me it didn't take long as I look up and spot Y/N along with Jungkook approaching our table and so I don't miss the chance to wave at her. Thank goodness the others aren't here yet cause she wouldn't be able to sit next to me not to mention she wouldn't be able to breathe from all the questions addressed to her.

Watching her move around, I kinda get the urge to smell her scent. Her perfume was sweet and flowery, from the little I could whiff during our first meeting this morning. I can't stress this point too much but she's the definition of a great catch and I'll be really lucky if she doesn't have a boyfriend already. That's why I wanna take my chances from the get go. I'll have to play my cards in the open more or less and try to woo her if I want to have any good chances though.

"Hey little ones." I greet them both but immediately turn my attention to her. "Oh Y/N, why don't you sit next to me so we can get to know each other better?" I pat the seat next to me and I can visibly tell she gets a little flustered by my suggestion.

"Hyung! Don't call us that, it's cringe." Jungkook whines while making a funny face to which I choose to respond with a glare before focusing my attention to the beautiful girl who's now trying not to laugh at Jungkook's shenanigans. At least she seems a little relaxed now seeing as I nod at her again to take the seat beside me to which she eventually doesn't decline

"Ahem, sure, I can't say no to that." She gracefully manoeuvres around the table and places her tray next to mine before sitting down. I like how cool she tries to seem. Most girls would have become a blushing mess by simply being in line of my sight. Yet Y/N, though looking a bit nervous, she's doing her best to stay collected. And it's another thing that impresses me about her, it shows her willpower.

"Hey guys!" Namjoon greets them both joyfully though I suspect his wide smile os caused by the arrival of a beautiful girl such as Y/N to our sitting area. "Oh Y/N, Jimin mentioned you'll be eating with us from now on and lete tell you that I couldn't be more glad. Honestly this table needed a major rearranging."

"Back at you Namjoon! I'm blessed to get to sit with you guys, otherwise I'd probably be eating alone and talking to the chairs." She makes a funny face, making both Namjoon and I snicker though I don't let their conversation drag on for any longer. It's time to smooth myself in.

"So Y/N how were your first few classes?"

"Oh well, they were really interesting but, uh, I guess I need a bit more time to adjust to the environment here. Also professor Lee.. sigh.. He's inhuman I swear. My throat hurts just thinking about him. And Jimin didn't even warn me about that belligerent man." She pauses to let out a dramatic sigh. "Correction, he didn't warn me about anything, he just left me to fend for myself."

The cute way she chooses to pick up a fry and munch on it brings a smile not only to my face but to the others' as well. She truly is a unique character. Jimin did tell us she tends to complain about the simplest of things, but it just adds up to her seemingly sweet demeanor. 'It's quite refreshing to be honest' is what Jimin had told us about her whiny yet adorable nature, and I now can see what he meant.

"Hmm, I'd have to second Jimin on that Y/N. You can't expect him to tell you everything. That would ruin all the fun in finding out on your own. Trust me we've all been through exactly the same." I pat the shoulder gently making her head tilt towards my direction in search of emotional support. "Plus you're not fending for yourself you know. If you need help you can just ask. Namjoon, Yoongi and I majored in music too during our first years so whatever you need help with feel free to ask us anytime."

"Really? Ah, that is so reassuring to hear honestly. It kinda makes me feel better to know I won't be left alone in a wolf's den." She turns away from me for a second and extends her arm towards Kook before placing it on his shoulder. "I've already persuaded Jungkook to be my tutor but if he fails, which seems likely, I'll probably be an inconvenience to one of you guys, so sorry in advance."

"Hey! What do you mean 'which seems likely'? I'll have you know I'm a great teacher Y/N and you actually have the honor of becoming my protege. Be a little more excited about it at least!" Kook crosses his arms over his chest as a pout forms on his lips making Y/N coo at him. "Yes teacher Jeon, I humbly apologize for my insolence."

The maknae cutely huffs at her and she responds with a deep bow to him. Also, I'm pretty sure it wasn't that much of a struggle to persuade him to spend more time with Y/N, he's just trying to win every bit of her attention in his own way which proves to be successful. Then Y/N earns a pat on her head by him and they both giggle at each other, making it quite obvious that they have become closer than I thought in only a few hours. Now I really have to get back on track.

"Ahem." I clear my throat so she can look my way once again. "I'm sure you'd never be an inconvenience Y/N, at least not to me or Joon. I can't promise anything about Yoongi though. But if you ask him and he's mean about it make sure to tell me. I'll discipline the rudeness out of him."

"Alright then, I'll make a note of that." She chuckles and gracefully pushes a stray curl out of her face. "And maybe you should make a guide or something. Like '100 and 1 ways to discipline your Yoongi' or 'How to tame your wild Yoongi in 10 steps'. I'm pretty sure I'd become a best seller."

"Haha, hyung she's so right! In fact that would solve all your financial problems in the future!"

Y/N points at Namjoon in agreement while Jungkook reaches behind her shoulder to poke mine. "Hyung, please buy me a lot of food with all that money!"

I roll my eyes at the youngest. As if I had another choice. "Don't I already do that though?"

Jungkook pouts and shrugs as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about before turning to whisper something at Y/N's ear. She leans in towards him and giggles at whatever he told her, her hand reaching up to hit his shoulder playfully. Damn, Kook ain't playing here.

"Seokjin I must say I admire your generosity. Trying to feed this bunny must be such a pain in your pocket."

"Oh you have no idea what I've been through but a hyung is a hyung, I can't avoid it. And please do call me Jin. I prefer it, since only my parents and professors call me Seokjin. It's way too formal between two good friends."

When I say that and wink at her a faint tint of red paints her cheeks. I think she might a little shier around me cause she's not as talkative as Jimin said. He has made it very clear that sometimes she would go on for hours without stopping much like him.

"Right. Okay then, my good friend Jin". Her tone is soft and airy as she calls out my name. It sounds so good coming out of her pretty mouth. I bet it would sound even better if we were tangled up in my bed.

I shake my head whisking away any intrusive thoughts of that nature or I might as well doom myself from the very beginning. I shouldn't show this side of me this early on not knowing whether it would scare her away or entice her. And even though she looks too irresistible to not have my mind spiraling down that hole I'm guessing she doesn't have that much experience in the field. So I have to proceed with caution, definitely not like I've done with the rest of the girls I've been with.

"Oh hyung.." I shift my gaze towards Jungkook, mentally thanking his impeccable timing which makes my dangerously wandering mind regain its senses. I blink away my thoughts and look at the youngest. "Yes Kook?"

"Just so you know, classes were very interesting so far for me too. So thanks for asking me as well earlier." Good golly this kid.. At times, when he doesn't receive the dose of attention he wants his whining can be worse than Jimin's.

Jungkook throws me a dirty look from the other side of Y/N to which she snorts. Had she not been stationed between us I'd be twisting that little shit's nipples for that.

"I was just about to ask you but you beat me to it Kook."

He simply shrugs me off and rolls his eyes visibly which has me reaching behind Y/N's back and slapping the back of his neck.

"Ouch! Hyung!"

"Roll your eyes at me once more Kook and you won't be able to turn your head for a week."

"Tch, we all know you're just saying that but in the end you'll just indulge in anything he does hyung." Namjoon playfully sings and stuffs his face with more food. But before I can answer him, Jimin makes his appearance cutting us off so I decide to let it go.

"Hi guys." He greets us all but makes a straight line for Y/N, forcing Kook to scoot over so he can take the seat next to her. "How've you been holding up beautiful? Are you having fun? Are the classes to your liking so far?" With a pat on her head and his smooth voice he attracts the entirety of her attention solely on him, like a magnet on the fridge, while his questions rain on her one after the other.

"Jiminie! Why didn't you tell me it would be this difficult? Or about professor Lee? He was driving us insane and it's only our first day! I thought he'd have us lined up and executed after a single error! And I made mistakes! And I'm telling you his cold, blood thirsty eyes are still imprinted on my brain and will probably be carved there forever." Y/N's lips turn to an adorable pout while she rants to Jimin. I kind of envy him for having the privilege of seeing her every side without filter.

"Woah.. and here I was hoping you'd be enjoying yourself." Min rubs the back of his head before wrapping his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. "There must be something you liked so far right?"

"That's not the point! Of course I like it that's why I'm here. But!" She hits his chest with her fist lightly, looking up at him while in his side embrace. "A little head's up would have been really helpful you know!" A few more hits on Jimin's chest by her little fists make him catch her hands in his to seize them from coming onto him.

"Alright, alright drama queen! I think we all got your point. So I will humbly apologise for the error of my ways and try to compensate with my life.. I'll buy you ice cream later okay?"

Y/N squints her eyes at Jimin, her lips forming a single line clearly showing her displeasure. "Do you honestly believe ice cream is going to make up for neglecting me that way? You practically sent me to war without ammunition."

Jimin scoffs at her and makes sure to mess her hair by running his finger in her golden locks as a punishment to her sassy remarks. Yet to me seems more like a reward for Jimin as his skin comes into contact with her silky curls.

"Tsk, Ji-"

"Alright alright I'm sorry." He fixes her hair by smoothing it out and taps the tip of her nose playfully. "I'll buy you food too. How about a large bag of your favorite fries and a large coke zero?"

Just the way he knows how to fulfill her needs is impeccable. I'm sitting here completely dumbfounded, wondering whether I'm watching the interaction of two best friends or the flirting/teasing of a young couple in love.

"Hmm.. I guess that'll do." Y/N looks away in pretense but Jimin takes that opportunity to pinch her side.

"You guess?! I'll show you then!" Now he fully charges by tickling her making the poor girl squirm around in a fit of hysterical laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm- stop! Jimin!" She tries to apologise while catching her breath.

"Say 'thank you Jiminie, you're the best' and I might consider stopping."

"Thank you Jiminie, you're the best!" Her voice comes out screechy due to her laughing out loud but the tickling torture stops after she obeys Jimin and tells him what he wanted to hear. Is this how they always act with eachother? How are they not together? Do I really stand a chance here?

My worries increase as she leans towards him and places a soft peck on his cheek. The action being so quick yet so natural at the same time makes one ponder about how close these two really are. Yet again to her it might seem completely normal, almost reflexive after so many years of spending her time with only Jimin as her closest confidant. And I'm sure Jimin has made the most out of it too.

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Jimin's POV

Jin hyung. At first glance he just seems friendly and engaging. After observing him though I soon realize he's trying to get closer to Y/N, physically closer. And I can't say I particularly like it. I mean, surely she's free to find a good boyfriend just not him. Because I know him like the back of my hand and what a playboy he can be. Hyung is a really sweet guy with his friends and will always indulge in anything we want, providing anything we might need but when it comes to girls.. Sigh.. let's just say that he makes really bad decisions on that field.

The fact is that I don't want to see Y/N getting hurt. She deserves someone who will treasure her wholly, like I do. So if anyone tries anything with her I'll make sure to put him through thorough examination until I'm sure he'll be good to her, something that doesn't apply to Jin. He's the only one who's unquestionably rejected even before the bootcamp period. I love my hyung and I love Y/N just as much. I love them both as my dear friends but in this situation Y/N goes first. I've taken it upon myself to be the guardian of her heart and that won't change no matter who is trying to win it over.

I look at my phone to double check the text Tae sent me, saying he'd be here shortly. I want the others to come as quickly as possible so as to have Y/N's attention devided between all of us. Thankfully the conversation goes on between all five of us smoothly till now but I wanna make sure she doesn't get distracted by Jin hyung alone. Nevertheless she seems to be enjoying herself, something that gives me great joy and relief to be honest.

Thinking that she would be hanging out with seven boys had been an issue in my mind. Even if she's used to male company thanks to myself, as she grows up I've always considered the possibility that she would need a female friend at least cause some topics are hard to be explained between the two sexes. Until now this problem hasn't risen but it'll be different from here on because she's entered a new chapter in her life, a more mature phase where she will experience new emotions and what not.

"Yo! You're all here already!"

I hear Hoseok hyung's voice and turn around only to find all the rest of the boys standing there with their food in hand, waiting to pile down around the table. More like, they all want to pile down around Y/N seeing as they greet her quite enthusiastically, to say the least. Even Yoongi hyung looks more interested in what's happening than usual.

"Y/N, Y/N! I want to hear all about your day! How did it go?" Taehyungie sits just across from her and shoves his tray aside, seemingly way more interested in what Y/N has to say in response to his question than his food.

"To be honest Taehyung, I'm not very sure I'll survive until the end of the semester. This school is brutal."

"Huh?! What are you talking about? There's no way the tough cookie Jimin has described won't make it all the way."

"Tough cookie?" Her questioning eyes lock with mine and I simply shrug.

"What? Don't even try to deny it Y/N, you're tougher than all of us."

"How even? Don't get me wrong I'm flattered, I just don't think it depicts reality."

"Are you kidding me? Do you want me to start listing things you do that none of us can?"

"Oh please do so Jiminie. Enlighten me."

"Okay, well, remember when you had to run like 5 miles while on your period cause the coach didn't believe your belly was hurting?"

She rollls her eyes and takes a sip of her water before answering. "Come on Jiminie, that was something unavoidable. If any of you were in my place you'd be doing the same thing. And before you say anything, yes, I do think that guys wouldn't be able to handle period cramps but it's something girls are more accustomed to. It's not our choice, trust me."

By this point all the rest six pairs of eyes are fixed on us, while snickering at our bickering.

"Okay then.."

"So, anything else besides my period cramps?"

I ponder for a moment, trying to think of something that proves she's way more insensitive to pain compared to me and the guys. "Hmm.. ah ha! I know something that proves my point and that's completely by choice Y/N."

"Oh, oh spill!" Jungkook claps his hands before Y/N shoots a warning gaze at him. She must have gotten closer to him during classes.

"Y/N.. You voluntarily wax."

She rollls her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Really? Wax? That's your point?"

"I second Jimin! That shit hurts like hell." Yoongi hyung raises his hand in support as all the rest do so after him making Y/N snort.

"Y'all just too sensitive. It's not that bad guys, and usually it's over faster than you have time to hurt. Plus it leaves my legs and arms smooth like a baby's butt." She traces a finger over her other arm in pride and extends it to the guys to touch but before they do I pull it back and glare at them. They can't just touch her like that, she's off limits to everyone that's not me or her future boyfriend.

"Ahem. I'm not talking only about that you know."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She blinks a few like she doesn't know what I mean but I'm sure she's just playing dumb.

"Well, you know.. you also wax your, uh, your coochie."

For a few moments a deadly silence looms over our table as everyone is trying to process my words, especially Y/N. Her mouth is gaping and in her speechless state her cheeks begin reddening.

"I-"

"Coochie? Bahahaha!" Hoseok slaps the table making other tables look at us in question. Now everyone bursts out laughing at the euphemism and her face is already bright red. "Jimin! Wha- why do you know that? I'm pretty sure I haven't talked about my- about that with you."

"Y/N you don't have to tell me in order for me to know. And fyi, I've also seen it."

"What?!"

"You've seen it?!

"When?!"

"Why?!"

Jin hyung, Tae, Kook and Yoongi hyung ask in shock simultaneously while the rest gasp at the revelation. Meanwhile Y/N resembles a tomato and doesn't utter a single world for a few seconds.

"Jimin. Explain." Two words from her are enough for everyone to quiet down and look at me expectantly.

"It's not a big deal Y/N. I accidentally walked in when you were changing into your swimsuit last summer, remember?" It's certainly something that I will never be able to forget. A single glimpse of her naked body was enough for me to lose my sleep for two weeks as dreams of me doing things to that body were both satisfying and haunting. So much that it was enough to put our friendship through a test. I can remember myself wanting to have her every single minute while being in her presence. Sometimes I still think about it.

"You! You swore you didn't see anything! That's why I forgot about it!" She points at me accusingly but the truth is that I only said so to put her mind at ease at that time. "How could you take such a good look that you even remember my- well that?!"

"Come on darling, how could I not? Even if we have been friends forever, a beautiful girl being in front of me naked? It was instinctive for my eyes to wander." In truth I say that only to indirectly brag about being the only guy who has seen Y/N completely naked before and as my eyes carefully scan our table I get the reaction I was expecting from the boys. Some in a more subtle and others in a clearer way, yet jealousy is now reflected in their eyes.

"Okay, stop stop stop. I- it was an accident and you should have already deleted that image from your brain. In fact I'm not going to speak to you until you do so." Her pouty lips and crimson cheeks make her look even more adorable. Of course I will indulge her and set her mind at ease once more about this matter, even if I have to result to a white lie yet again.

"Image.jpg deleted from drive!" I point at the side of my head with my finger before reaching over to pat her head gently. "Come now boo, it's all gone. And I promise that neither I nor anybody else will ever bring it up again. So don't pout, hm?"

She huffs once and looks at everyone else who is now nodding their heads in agreement. Thank goodness they decided to let the poor girl off the hook. If it hadn't been Y/N on the spotlight they'd drag the joke on forever, especially Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Don't worry Y/N shit like that can happen to anyone. Consider it long forgotten from now on. In fact I don't even know what we were talking about." Hoseok hyung is a saint. He might have been the only one who wouldn't take the joke too far even if it were one of the boys in place of Y/N and after hearing his reassurance she smiles at his attempt to feign ignorance.

She then finally looks back at me and nudges me on the side with her hand, so in response I hug her close to me. It's a known sign between us. Whenever she nudges my side it's always her asking for that kind of affection and I'll always gladly give in to her. "Sorry for overreacting Jiminie. I just felt like a deer caught in headlights."

"No, you're right, I'm sorry too love. I shouldn't have brought this up in front of everyone without asking you first." We pull apart from the hug and she flashes me her signature sheepish grin which I've come to love gazing at. It makes her whole face light up.

"Alright, now that you two have apologized to each other we can all finally enjoy our meals in peace once again." Yoongi hyung shakes his head before shoving a few bites of his salad in his mouth one after the other.

"Hyung, slow down. You shouldn't be eating this fast at your age, you might choke and die." And as of queue to Jungkook's words Yoongi hyung does choke during his attempt to tell the youngest off making everyone laugh at him.

Lunch continues smoothly with everyone eating whilst enjoying pieces of convos and jokes here and there. My attention trails to Taehyung who's having a heated debate with Yoongi hyung about the qualities of the afternoon napping the latter usually takes, with Tae telling him off about how he's messing up his biological clock and Yoongi insisting on how it helps him conserve energy.

During all that time I didn't realize that Y/N had indulged in her own private exchange with Jin hyung. I only spot the two of them with the corner of my eye being extremely close to each other, Y/N blushing and him whispering something in her ear.

Instinctively my arms wrap around Y/N's shoulder pulling her closer to my side so as to help her gain some distance from Jin after I saw how whatever he said affected her. At the same time, slowly some sort of realization takes over my mind.

Y/N and Jin hyung.. My Y/N and Jin hyung! I should be happy if she gets together with one of my brothers and normally I would be. But this particular hypothesis makes my skin crawl in an unpleasant and chilly way.

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Y/N's POV

'I don't think it's going to be that easy for me to forget now that my imagination is running wild."

I still can't process the words Jin whispered in my ear during lunch. I can't even think properly. He's almost too good looking to be real and he showed interest in me. I don't consider myself ugly but I still believe he's way out of my league, as is everyone from Jimin's group, Jimin included.

Speaking of Jimin, I caught him glaring at our little moment with Jin at the dining table, which was a bit weird. Why did he look annoyed with us? It's not like we did anything more than talk, albeit in a close distance to each other but still nothing more than that.

Is it because he's always so overprotective when it comes to boys around me? Probably. I remember that I had to try so hard to convince him to approve of my first relationship with my ex. But he didn't have to glare that hard. I mean if looks could kill he would have ended us in seconds.

Seokjin didn't seem to mind it though. In fact I'm pretty sure he didn't even realise the glare that was befalling him, his own gaze glued on me the entire time. At first I felt flattered but after a while it became too intense for my liking. And his words during lunch time only confused me more concerning his intentions. I mean is he going to ask me out? And if he does what sould I do? Should I say yes or should I refuse? I'm not sure if I should give him a chance or not cause he does seem like a playboy to be honest. And Jimin has told me before that he's known to sleep around occasionally. But he's really handsome. He's probably every girl's dream, so why not become my dream come true?

My mind is spiraling erratically as I ponder on the possibility of Jin and I dating that the whole class goes by in an instant and I don't even listen when the professor wraps it up until Jungkook nudges my shoulder. "Y/N? Y/N, are you ok? Classes ended already. Are you even listening?"

I look at him and then down at my notebook which is almost completely empty apart from the date, the title of today's subject and a few introductory points. "Uh yeah, sorry I was just lost in thought. What did you say?"

"Hm, you sure you good? You seem lost. I said classes ended. Do you wanna walk home together?" He raises a brow at me picking up my things and stuffing them in my bag in a hasty manner.

I stand up straight before him and smile a little awkwardly before hooking my arm with his making him blush a teeny bit. He tries to hide it though by rubbing his nose and clearing his throat.

"Ahem, you sure you're fine? I can take you to Jimin if you wanna talk about it with him cause we just met today so I shouldn't be asking you to tell me."

He's so very considerate that I can't help but be reminded of Jimin once again. I guess he must have rubbed off of him all these years they know each other.

"You're very sweet Jungkook but I'm fine don't worry. And to be honest I think I'll be talking to you about my issues very soon. So you're not off the hook just yet."

"I'm kinda scared now. I don't really know if I should be happy or not about that." He smirks playfully and I decide to drag him towards the exit of the classroom in response.

"Yeah yeah, sure. I know deep down you're screaming with happiness. Now come on, I'll grant you permission to carry me home as your first mission of becoming my bestie."

He scoffs dramatically at my words as he's walking by my side now. "Yeah, no. I don't want to injure or worse crush my precious body with you. So I'll be keeping my health instead of your bestie card pass." He claps back proudly and walks ahead of me.

"Hey, come back here! I'm older than you so you should wait for me!" I also speed up to match his pace and I bump into him on purpose.

"Oh bite me, you're only like half a month older, it doesn't even count!" He shouts back at me while I struggle to keep up with him.

We go back and forth as we pass from the east corridor and head towards the main hall where we spot the rest of boys. Which means Jin as well. Damn, just what I needed. It's not that I wanna avoid him I just can't even look him in the eye cause I don't know how to deal with him just yet. I should keep a low profile for the time being and then I'll probably ask Jimin about it. He always knows what to do in these situations. He'll help me for sure.

"Hey you two, ready to head home?" I blink at Hoseok's question.

"Wait. You mean like all of us together?"

"Of course, why? Don't you want to?" Teahyung looks at me with puppy eyes and I feel my heart melt. That's one hell of a weapon. I'll have to watch out for him in the future and avoid eye contact to stand my ground.

"No no no, I didn't mean it like that. I was just taken by surprise because, err, because I didn't know we live nearby and I had guessed Jimin would drive him and I home since we took his car here this morning." Good save, good save.

"Oh yeah you're right. This short dumbo didn't even mention we're gonna be living in a penthouse all together. You know, to share the expenses." Yoongi says after he slaps Jimin at the back of his head. But wait did he say penthouse? Why should they care about the expenses if they're living in a penthouse? What kind of logic is that? I wish I was in their place.

"Ouch- huyng!" Jimin shouts in a whiny tone.

"Yah who are you shouting to you little-" He doesn't finish his sentence but fixes his posture and turns to me again. "Ahem, also our house is like 10 minutes from yours by car. So on that note Y/N, feel free to visit anytime you'd like. Just don't ring the bell too much cause I'll probably be sleeping."

"Dully noted!" I joke by doing a military salute.

"Yeah and we'll be more than happy to have you over! Finally some female hormones among these testosterone freaks." Namjoon adds and I blush a little at his words. Female hormones? Jeez, my mind goes elsewhere when he puts it like that.

"You talk as if you're not just as bad yourself if not worse!" Yoongi rolls his eyes in exasperation as Namjoon tries to shush him off. So I decide to speak up and rescue him.

"You guys, thank you so much, you're all so kind! I'll make sure to visit as much as I can if I'm not bothering of course. Oh, oh! I know how to cook pretty well, so I'll be in charge of feeding you in return!" I proudly exclaim and I swear they look at me like some kind of saint or something.

"I vote to have Y/N stay permanently with us!" Taehyung raises his hand in excitement before Jimin quickly pulls it down with a scoff.

"Yah, she'll think we have been starving or something. Y/N don't listen to him, we'll be glad if you visit and you don't have to cook or anything." Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head at Taehyung's now pouty face.

"Sure, but if you happen to do so it'll be greatly appreciated. Jin hyung and I can only do so much for these guys constant hunger." I giggle at Yoongi's comment and I nod at him, making him smile in appreciation.

"Now that's everything covered, shall we head back?"

We all nod and on Namjoon's note we start heading towards the parking lot.

Meanwhile Jin does not utter a single word. He's just staring at me the whole time making me blush a tiny bit, which only he saw. Or at least I hope so.

I follow behind Jimin to get inside his car while all the rest devide into two groups. Taehyung and Namjoon at Jin's car and Hoseok with Jungkook at Yoongi's.

Before I open the door though Jin approaches me and holds it in place.

"Since you'll be coming with us now at our house, what do you say I take you home when it gets dark?"

I was definitely not expecting an invitation this quickly and I'm kinda at a loss of words at this point. I want to accept but at the same time I feel nervous being alone with him. But I don't have the chance to answer him due to Jimin butting in to do so in my stead.

"You don't have to hyung. I'll be taking her home cause her parents have entrusted me with that task. So don't worry about it."

Confusion must be written all over my face at this point. It's true that Jimin has always been the one to take me home but it's not like a rule my parents imposed on us. It's just that we've been hanging out together so it simply ended up happening that way.

"Uh Jimin-"

"No, it's okay, he's right. It's only fair that way, I'm sure your parents will feel better with seeing him taking you home rather than myself. So maybe some other time when I'll get the chance to meet them as well. Right Jiminie?"

I frown and look over at Jimin whose expression mirrors my own.

"Right hyung. See you at home then."

"Of course. Here Y/N." He offers me a charming smile to which I smile back as he kindly opens the door for me to get inside. As I sit in the passenger seat he starts to lean in most probably to fasten my seatbelt but Jimin moves quicker than him, his arm reaching around me before Jin could reach the belt buckle himself.

"Thanks hyung, we'll see you later."

Jin simply smiles and straightens his body. "Sure." With just that he closes the door gently and makes way for his own car as Jimin starts the ignition and manoeuvres to head out of the parking lot behind Yoongi who left during our interaction with Jin.

I wait till we're in the road and turn to look at Jimin who seems deep in thought, his eyebrows creased and his jaw clenched making his pretty face turn haggard. "Now spill, what was that all about?"

"What do you mean?" I scoff at his attempt to look oblivious to my question.

"What do I mean? Come on Jimin, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about." He purses his lips and shakes his head, his shoulders rising as if he's got no idea of what I'm saying.

"Nope I really don't Y/N."

"Okay then I'll help you refresh your memory. Why did you make it seem to Jin like you're my appointed guardian or something?" He snorts and as we stop at a red light he turns his gaze to me.

"Am I not though? I might not be officially appointed as you said but I've always been like a protector to you not just your best friend. And I'm pretty sure your parents see it that way as well. Do you not?"

We start moving once more when the red light turns green with his question hanging in the air. I can't say he's wrong. I've always looked at him in the same way and I'd be ungrateful to all the times I've depended on him throughout all those years.

"No, you're right. I do feel the same way and I'm always grateful for that Jimin, you know that. It's just that you looked like a guard dog ready to bite off his hands or something. And what was up with the whole 'get off my back' attitude? I thought you were really close with all of your brothers."

He sighs and doesn't answer immediately, rather he takes his time thinking deeply. What exactly is going through his head? It feels like his mood is doing a constant roundabout today.

"Y/N, I don't know how to really explain it. I just feel like Jin hyung might have some ulterior motive when it comes to you so I guess it came out naturally."

"But Jimin, he's one of your best friends, one of your brothers. Even if he does approach me with a motive different than friendship, is it really that bad? I mean you already know him better than anyone, so he's already been through your background check. And for him to be friends with you he can't possibly be a bad guy."

A single scoff leaves his mouth and not another word. I wait for him to explain further but instead he rolls down the window as the car slows down and comes to a stop in front of the entrance of an underground parking lot. I watch him put in a code and press the button for the window to close. Then we head inside and follow the arrows down a floor. Jimin drives around for a bit before parking at a designated spot and immediately turning off the car.

"So you're not going to say anything else?"

Another sigh escapes him before he decides to speak up.

"Y/N you have to understand something. When it comes to you, no man is an exception. Anyone who tries to see you romantically has to go through the same procedure before he can qualify to be with you. And all the more when it involves Jin hyung. I've told you about him love, he's not good for you. Yes he's the best brother but when it comes to the romantic stuff he's exactly the opposite. In fact now that I think about it he's not good for anyone."

"Jimin, I get why you're saying all these things but I'm not a baby, not anymore. And don't you think that exactly due to your friendship, he's going to be extra careful around me? He'd have to be a fool to do anything wrong to me."

Honestly it might be the first time seeing him this worried about an issue of this nature. He's always been overprotective but never to the point where he pep talks me and tries to warn me against a guy this zealously.

"I don't know Y/N. I'm ashamed to say this but I can never be sure about Jin hyung when he's around girls. Don't get me wrong, I love him like a true brother but women are his passion and one he hasn't been able to overcome for as long as I've known him. It's-" he pauses for a few seconds as if he's trying to hide something. "It's a complicated story, one that is not mine to tell but it explains his infidelity."

"What do you mean?"

Jimin doesn't get the chance to speak further as a knock on the window cuts our conversation short. He huffs and scratches his head as the knock is heard yet again after a few seconds pass but he again chooses to ignore it.

"Listen we'll talk more about this next time. I just want you to promise me that you'll not do anything before telling me me first."

"Jimin I-"

"Promise me Y/N." He looks deeply into my eyes waiting for confirmation, leaving me no choice but to agree.

"Alright, I promise." To seal our deal he takes my hand and links our pinkies and thumbs together making it an official promise, one that cannot be broken without consequences, in this case for my side. Then the knock is heard once more, this time louder. He looks outside and huffs as he tries to scurry away the person who's constantly reminding us to hurry up.

"Let's get out before Tae decides to break my window."

I laugh as my imagination brings to life the situation. The image of Taehyung breaking Jimin's car window just to get him to step outside is so very vivid in my mind that the sounds of glass breaking and Jimin shouting are making my ears perk up. So I quickly unbuckle my seat belt after Jimin and gather my bag from the back seat where I threw it haphazardly on the way.

"Jimin! What's taking you guys so long? Come on, we're all here and waiting for you!"

"Alright already we're coming! Jeez.." At Jimin's answer Taehyung responds with yet another loud knock before he zooms past the car in fear of Jimin who's ready to get out and pounce at him.

Their cute interaction makes me forget about everything, my laughter never ceasing. I think I've just found a new happiness pill besides Jimin himself.

"He's a persistent one huh?"

"Oh, you have no idea! He can go on and on for hours. Kinda reminds me of someone I know.."

I shoot him with a warning gaze as I get out of the car and wait for him to do the same and then lock it. He walks over to my side and gently takes my hand in his, pulling me with him towards the elevator vestibule where everyone else is currently waiting for us.

"Finally! You sure took your sweet time."

"Taehyung don't make me hurt you." With Jimin's warning poor Taehyung quickly raises his hands surrendering to him. Nobody wants to piss off Jimin that's for sure and I now see he doesn't only scare me when he gets angry.

Namjoon steps between them and pats them both on their heads like a father would to his bickering children. "Alright, alright you two, that's enough. Let's get going."

There's only one elevator and 8 of us. Mathematically it doesn't work. So we'll have to split up and I stick by Jimin's side wanting to be with him on the ride just in case. Tight spaces give me anxiety.

A ding echoes and the first group consisting of Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon gets in.

"See you upstairs." Hoseok waves at us as the doors close and I'm left waiting with Jimin, Jungkook and Jin in a bit of an awkward silence.

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