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borathae · 6 months ago

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Chapter 20

oh what happened to her parents and cookie? when did the fire happen? it says years but years could 2 to 20 but she feels like someone who wont say 2 years sooo ancient, uk? so im going to guess 5+ years ago to 19 years max wait how old is our baby?

And who is that shadow sitting in the dark? WHOS THAT SHADOW HOLDING ME HOSTAGE IVE BEEN HERE FOR DAYS (stockholm syndrome by 1d)

omg we could have died and become a vampire and yoongi as our sire woah WOW idk if thats hot daddy or literal dad SHIT FREUD WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

THERE ARE MORE VAMPIRES IN THOSE TUNNELS/FOREST AREA??

why does yoongi care? is it the caring of an old person who lived life and wants better life for the young ones or some motive? i dont get it

yay 2seok 😭we are hurt again 💀 honestly how do they put up with her? (no hate to her), like where is the mom mode? the i told you so? like why are you such caring besties? also why am i feeling like oc is a character themself and me at the same time??? like i dont want her to be scolded, heck she didnt know shit but i wanna be scolded???

“They didn’t, she is just being dramatic. I fed her my blood before she could die, she’ll heal”, Yoongi answers him dryly. wow so normal, and good news

also rip dogecoin dog

jin i doubt you wanna call him a vermin

I am tired of vampires messing with my brain.” mood

oh somebody crying on ur chest and u cant do anything other than tell them "they are strong and was just a child, was never their fault" you know it does nothing much for them, but some comfort for the night, a little amount of time until the pain and demons are back again, that shit hurts a lot, eat me away but i have to strong and fine for her cuz she deserves it fuck im rambling bye lol

Hoseok was nice enough to carry a TV up to your room and install it on your dresser. he is the man yall 😭😭😭

I don’t want to be the one doing the finishing blow.” .. “How are you so sure?” CUZ U DID THIS TO URSELF INSTEAD OF HURTING HER KOOK, U STILL HATE URSELF, filled with guilt and self loath, it shows ur humanity and the fact that its better you than anyone else heal please, let yourself heal. you did whatever you could, everything is not in your control and hence is not your fault

did jin put hard raisins in the cookies??? i soak them, that way they are chewy in the soft cookies

I feel like a bitch, but fuck it’s getting so exhausting to pretend that their sweet gestures are working.” ... “Because I don’t want to hurt them. They are doing so much for me”.. "I don’t want to hurt them by telling them that what they are doing is working shit.” wow somebody really decided to call me out

“Shit ___, I thought he liked you. Why would he do that to you?” fr, that too he tried to protect with the ring and stuff, what did they do to him?

YES SHE CONNECTED THE DOTS MY SMART BABY I LOVE U I smelled orange blossoms and cedarwood ooh thats what they smell like

Why k-kill me for it? W-what, what did do to them?" changed taehyung and they hated it i guess

If I hadn’t angered them so much or provoked them so much maybe they wouldn’t have hurt me." NO U DIDNT BABY, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT

Jungkook watches you as you blow your nose and wipe your eyes ... you force down a new wave of sobs... you hit your own chest to get rid of the pain. fuck that pain, that hurts a lot

He knows that gesture, he had done it a million times before in his lonely, isolated life. And it rips him apart to see you having to do it too. You should never have had to feel so broken. fuck i feel the same, knowing how much that hurts and never want them to feel, but kook and her are hurt and nothing can change it

its funny that you never feel the same for yourself, you felt that for somebody, now change that somebody to yourself whats so hard about it? too hard

“Did you just use my words against me?” stop he is cute im giggling through runny nose

“You’re cute Kook”, you tell him fondly, pinching his cheek. He lowers his eyes and scrunches his nose up UWUW THEY ARE SO CUTE SHUT UP PLS

YOONGI IS GOING TO TEACH THEM??? FUCK YES

“___ stay away, I’m dangerous again”, he squeaks. u were fine just now

right, we cant change his mind, and she cant change her mind either and taehyung just idk ah

You just never should have chatted up Alpha." true, but im sure joon would get to us somehow and that means tae and jimin too. maybe it will take longer thats all

“You’re finally done withering away?” he asks coldly. how nice

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck, “yeah uhm, that’s fine too.” pls hes trying his best

“sure, I can smell the honesty in your sweat.” Hoseok smells himself, furrowing his brows. hobi baby really believed for a second there lol

I got broken up by my boyfriend in the rudest way possible and almost died. fr

“Hey”, Jungkook says, waving his hand shyly. HE IS UP AGAIN YAY

“I have my methods, trust me.” ok min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong

“Nothing, I just can’t stand you.” i just know jimin would have said, then sit down

“W-what?” he stutters, looking at Yoongi with big eyes. EXACLTY LOOK AT LIL BABY, U CANT BE RUDE

“let’s go eat Kook, I’ll show you how to hunt animals.” “Really? You can do that?” Jungkook gasps, seeming excited. YES AND IT BEGINS YALL YEEHAW

“I can’t decide if I like this dude or not” fr hobi

“What did you do in your room yesterday?” she danced to itzy, thats all

“I didn’t slip on the pillow, I tried to kick the pillow and slipped on the carpet which resulted in my twisting my ankle and then falling on my tailbone” beautiful, i can totally see it. cuz i did fall similarly once

“Even better, shit I would have loved to see that”, he wheezes. tag urself, im hobi

Jungkook drags himself into the room, plotting down next to you with a loud yawn that exposes the back of his throat to all of you. wow that too in those pink briefs and socks THAT ARE PULLED UP ALL THE WAY worse than what we wear when delivery guy comes

was he that sleepy he didnt smell her? mood cuz thats the type of vampire i would be, sleeping for hours

“Hey ___”, he says, laughing awkwardly. MOM HES SO CUTE FUCK

“Yeah, ha. Hahaha”, he scratches the back of his neck. He is so flustered, you know he is. 100% i just know his neck would be all red

He seems to be proud, watching Jungkook with a fond smile. So he did it on purpose. Make him chuckle with a funny story and lessen the anxiety he feels. He is so sweet sometimes. irl its jin the ice breaker and its soo good uknow??

“Stop talking to him like that!” you speak up. PERIODT UR SCARING THE BABY

“You will not go to your apartment on your own” fr thanks yoongi what joon or jimin is waiting right there???

“It’s decided then”, you say and drag him with you by the collar of his leather jacket, “come now.” AAH TOO HOT FUCK THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS THING

Protection. You think I’ll let you drive without it?”

It squishes your cheeks and hurts your nose as he pulls it down, making you groan. “Jesus, you want to strangle me?” “Sometimes yeah” I LOVE THEM

That’s the problem with Yoongi. You never know if he was joking or being serious. ngl taehyung did that too, in the previous chapters

“My plants, I need to take care of them”, they are prolly dead 💀

“Aaaah that”, you smirk. “Princess seriously, invite me inside.” FUCK SHE IS REALLY TEASING AND TESTING HIS NON-EXISTING PATIENCE thats both hot and funny as fuck, sorry yoongles 😭😭

“I don’t like the fucking games you are playing today, you hear me?” “Yoongi pull your knee away this instant” He pulls away immediately and steps back, fixing the heavy rings on his fingers. what a rude but cute distinguished gentleman

oof what a bad boi “You are such a freaking dick, no wonder you have no friends” shots fired oof

WOW HOLY SHIT JIMIN WAS WAITING THERE LIKE A JOBLESS IDIOT

If he would have been the one to find you….” he trails off, blinking rapidly. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHO?? NAMJOON YOU MEAN??

“you are literally such a good person and I fucking hate it.”yup figured that “You made him good. Taehyung, you gave him back his humanity, made him vulnerable, reminded him what happiness feels like and I hate you for doing this to him.” there, asshole said it

I just hate that you are the reason Taehyung hurts.” but its you tho, use 2 braincells for that

“….did you get it?” his voice slowly comes back again, as if you were finally submerging from water, “Save. Him.” bruh, leave his alone for that

OH YOONGI FUCK WHERE WERE YOU, no actually its good u stayed inside, we got some info

damn this was long anyways feelings were feelings, emotional as fuck now

in Sanguis Alpha she is around 23-24 and the thing with Cookie happened when she was around 10 😭

omg we could have died and become a vampire and yoongi as our sire woah WOW idk if thats hot daddy or literal dad SHIT FREUD WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS

that would actually be so hot nfdnasf 🥵

THERE ARE MORE VAMPIRES IN THOSE TUNNELS/FOREST AREA??

SCARY SHIT LIKE HELLOO

why does yoongi care? is it the caring of an old person who lived life and wants better life for the young ones or some motive? i dont get it

gaah these are the right questions indeed 👀

also rip dogecoin dog

THE DOG DIED??? why would you just drop that so casually noo omfg I'm genuinely so sad right now 😭😭

jin i doubt you wanna call him a vermin

JFAJDSF he gives no fucks and I admire him for that <3

no but I love that she has Hobi to comfort her :( he is such a good person and amazing friend 😭

Hoseok was nice enough to carry a TV up to your room and install it on your dresser. he is the man yall 😭😭😭

him him him him him !!!!!!!

I SOB BECUASE OF HIM HE IS SO 😭😭😭😭

did jin put hard raisins in the cookies??? i soak them, that way they are chewy in the soft cookies

jfjadjf I feel like no matter he would have prepared him, Kookie would have hated them fnadsnf

I feel that, I'm sorry you have to feel this way :(

“Shit ___, I thought he liked you. Why would he do that to you?” fr, that too he tried to protect with the ring and stuff, what did they do to him?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT?????

Why k-kill me for it? W-what, what did do to them?" changed taehyung and they hated it i guess

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

If I hadn’t angered them so much or provoked them so much maybe they wouldn’t have hurt me." NO U DIDNT BABY, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT

PLEASE SOMEONE HOLD HER

I feel so sad for them please 😭😭😭😭

its funny that you never feel the same for yourself, you felt that for somebody, now change that somebody to yourself whats so hard about it? too hard

YES 100% that's me for real

“Did you just use my words against me?” stop he is cute im giggling through runny nose

hoihihiihihih <3 him <3

YOONGI IS GOING TO TEACH THEM??? FUCK YES

I LOVE THIS ENERGY FNNF

You just never should have chatted up Alpha." true, but im sure joon would get to us somehow and that means tae and jimin too. maybe it will take longer thats all

yes 100% it would have happened regardless, especially because Tae clearly had an interest in her (in whatever way) from the beginning, so it would have definitely happened

“You’re finally done withering away?” he asks coldly. how nice

he is so kind and sweet and loving <33 :)

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck, “yeah uhm, that’s fine too.” pls hes trying his best

he is just a lil pookie :( <3

“sure, I can smell the honesty in your sweat.” Hoseok smells himself, furrowing his brows. hobi baby really believed for a second there lol

“I have my methods, trust me.” ok min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong

he would probably throw you if you said that to him at this point of the story fjasdjf

“Nothing, I just can’t stand you.” i just know jimin would have said, then sit down

lmaooao I meaaan

“W-what?” he stutters, looking at Yoongi with big eyes. EXACLTY LOOK AT LIL BABY, U CANT BE RUDE

HE JUST A LIDDOL BABY (he is meant to be a dangerous killer)

“let’s go eat Kook, I’ll show you how to hunt animals.” “Really? You can do that?” Jungkook gasps, seeming excited. YES AND IT BEGINS YALL YEEHAW

LETS GOOOO

“Even better, shit I would have loved to see that”, he wheezes. tag urself, im hobi

lmaooaoa me for real

NO BUT HE IS SO CUTE LIKE I NEED HIM

was he that sleepy he didnt smell her? mood cuz thats the type of vampire i would be, sleeping for hours

thiiss or maybe Yoongi's training is starting to work ohohooh

“Hey ___”, he says, laughing awkwardly. MOM HES SO CUTE FUCK

I love him :')

“Yeah, ha. Hahaha”, he scratches the back of his neck. He is so flustered, you know he is. 100% i just know his neck would be all red

yes gaaah I jujst ufcking locve him

yes gosh I miss him </3

“You will not go to your apartment on your own” fr thanks yoongi what joon or jimin is waiting right there???

I love protective Yoongi fnfnf

“It’s decided then”, you say and drag him with you by the collar of his leather jacket, “come now.” AAH TOO HOT FUCK THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS THING

GIRL I FORGOT I WROTE THIS AND LOST MY FUCKING MIND UFKCKCKCKCKKCKC

the meme is me for sanguis Yoongi for fucking real

It squishes your cheeks and hurts your nose as he pulls it down, making you groan. “Jesus, you want to strangle me?” “Sometimes yeah” I LOVE THEM

ngnnfadnfn THEM THEM THEM fuck they were so exiciting

That’s the problem with Yoongi. You never know if he was joking or being serious. ngl taehyung did that too, in the previous chapters

an i oop-

“My plants, I need to take care of them”, they are prolly dead 💀

honestly? 100%

“Aaaah that”, you smirk. “Princess seriously, invite me inside.” FUCK SHE IS REALLY TEASING AND TESTING HIS NON-EXISTING PATIENCE thats both hot and funny as fuck, sorry yoongles 😭😭

FUKCCKKC I LOVE THEM FUCKKC I WANT THEM TO HATE FUC-

he is all like "i may be a cunt but i ain't about that sexual harassment" JAHHAHA

oof what a bad boi “You are such a freaking dick, no wonder you have no friends” shots fired oof

THEY WERE SO MEAN TO EACH OTHER GAAH

WOW HOLY SHIT JIMIN WAS WAITING THERE LIKE A JOBLESS IDIOT

fajdsjfajds

If he would have been the one to find you….” he trails off, blinking rapidly. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? WHO?? NAMJOON YOU MEAN??

whooo does he mean helloo??

I just hate that you are the reason Taehyung hurts.” but its you tho, use 2 braincells for that

no but what if he isn't lying then waht?? hellooo???

OH YOONGI FUCK WHERE WERE YOU, no actually its good u stayed inside, we got some info

HAHAHAH you're like "good thing we almost died"

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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serickswrites · 1 month ago

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Hey!

You reblogged that post asking for people to ask about your writing process and I'm trying to get to know people better, so tell me about your writing process! Your ocs! Your favorite little bit you wrote recently!

Hello, friend! (I'm answering this out of order because it made me smile!)

Thank you for the questions!!!! So exciting!!

My writing process is a little higgly piggly at times in that sometimes I just have a fully formed vision completely in my head and will not stop writing it until its completed. Other times I get bits and pieces. I draw a lot of inspiration from music. Sometimes I'll see/read something and wonder how I would write it and that makes something happen. Other times prompts save my life. I love, love, love prompts/requests/asks because some of my best inspiration comes from those. I will say with most things I write I know the ending and the beginning and have to work backwards. So for those of you who are like why the mcd, it hit out of nowhere, for me it started with the death and I worked backwards. Which really sucks sometimes because I will grow to love and adore characters that I have brutally murdered lol. I hurt my own feelings just as much as others lol.

As for my ocs, well I have quite a few floating around in my head. In 'Make Me Your Villain', Liam is my precious cinnamon roll, but I love Nova and her drive. Henry or Jude are the most fun to write though. In 'Lonely Place of Longing', I originally wasn't going to have anything written from Dylan's perspective when I envisioned the story (still from the end first), but as I wrote the penultimate chapter, I had more and more of his voice in my head so I had to try it. Then I realized I needed to write more of his voice because he had a lot to say. He's definitely one of my more tragic characters I've written and posted on here--though things do look up for him with Halle and that is just so lovely to write--(not my most tragic as the main character in my giant WIP probably wins on that one, but he's a pretty close second). Giant WIP was a frenzied writing project (I did for Nano in 2021? I think?) that I was feeling a little burnt out by (wrote 60k works in 30 days and plotted the remaining chapters that needed to be written) but still wanted to keep writing every day and write ideas that didn't fit into the narrative, so I started this blog! I would say Mal is my favorite character to write in that (she's one of my two narrators), but honestly I adore writing my two villains, Leo and Oliver, are so deliciously evil, I love writing them more.

Here's a little excerpt from giant WIP that I wrote last week that I'm actually really proud of (not because the writing is great) because I connected the dots on something that I was stumped on how I could connect them (this is why pantsing and working backwards are hard, folks).

She heard a shuffled scrape. Slowly she turned her head and saw grim reaper carrying Danielle away. Grim reaper? Not a grim reaper, Mal. Get your shit together. Pay attention. Who was that? Who was here with us. Who took her away? That wasn’t Leo. Leo didn’t move her away. There was someone there. He was there sometimes. When we were alone with Danielle. We were never alone. Who was that? The grim reaper—man—had dark brown hair, a hood hid his eyes, his features, but he was lean, so painfully lean. Of course we thought he was a grim reaper this man is so skinny. Not as tall as he looks, his leanness is deceiving.

Her eyes were barely tracking his movements. The haze was dragging her back under. No, no, no. Shitshitshitshit. Stay awake. Come on! Focus. Who was that? Was there anything else? Come on, Mal. Come on. She could hear Leo’s voice calling from somewhere else in the apartment. A name. What was his name. COME ON. WHAT WAS HIS NAME.

Thank you so much for the questions! And for anyone reading this, please always ask. If you aren't sure if I want to answer, you can always ask it and I can always just not answer it. If you're shy, you can PM or Anon ask, that's all good! I love interacting with people and talking about writing :D

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rerejunebug · 2 months ago

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This is about my BTD OC for Strade?

TW: Online forum, talking to strangers online, kidnapping, age gap

I was talking on discord as usual and a guy DMed me so I checked out the message from a guy with the user B3G_CRY it was weird but it didn't bother me

B3G_CRY: I see you're new in the server liebling?

Coyote_Grrl: yeah I am are you like the owner or smth?

B3G_CRY: No of course not I'm just a fellow member in the server

I respond back feeling scared for some reason but I shake it off with my tail between my legs

Coyote_Grrl: well its nice to meet you B3G_CRY

B3G_CRY: just call me Strade, may I know yours?

Coyote_Grrl: its Ryrc

B3G_CRY: That's really unique I like it

Coyote_Grrl: that's new normally people say that its weird

B3G_CRY: well I'd say they are bastards

It was getting late and it was almost midnight so I was going to be offline

Coyote_Grrl: Its getting late for me I have to go to bed night

B3G_CRY: Goodnight

It has been a year since I started talking to "Strade" He was like my best friend that was 34 and I was 15 and everything was going well...

B3G_CRY: Didnt you say you lived in America?

Coyote_Grrl: Yeah I did

B3G_CRY: How would you like the idea of me coming to see you cause I highly doubt your parents wont let you travel here it being a different state lol

He always teased me about that I told him when I was younger I thought Canada was a state cause the movie Meet the Robinsons

Coyote_Grrl: I would love that Strade

My tail wagged happy to finally meet him that wasn't video call or calling on discord

B3G_CRY: Im glad you love the idea say are you home alone right now?

Coyote_Grrl: Yeah?

My front door knocking while I was in my room then he went offline

Coyote_Grrl: One second someones at my door

I checked the peekhole in the door checking I quickly opened it my tail wagging fast I hopped onto him hugging him

Ryrc: STRADE!

Strade: Theres mein kleiner Kojotenwelpe

I never really knew what he was saying when he spoke or typed German but I learned some from him so I know he was saying my little coyote pup it made my heart flutter

Strade: You wanna get going? Its a long way there?

Ryrc: Yeah lemme tell my parents

Strade started to lie

Strade: its fine I already told them I just said I was your German tutor from the library and we were going to my place but we are actually going to my place we better get going or your parents are going to worry..

He was driving and I fell asleep on the ride after a while of some stops and stuff we were finally there but most of the time I was asleep Strade unbuckled me and pulled me over his shoulder heading to his place when I woke up I found myself chained up and with a shock collar on my neck....

Ryrc: i-is that blood on the floor?! STRADE!

I started crying out for him tears falling from my eyes Strade then walking down the basement stairs

Strade: Oh you're awake now huh pup~

Ryrc: there's something crazy going on I'm chained up and this stupid shock collar is on me

Strade: Don't speak like that towards me didnt you say you would like someone?

He suddenly started shocking me turning up the levels to the point of me crying

Strade: that was just the beginning liebling theres much worse gonna happen next

He turns off the remote setting it down now grabbing a knife heading towards me my tail covering myself

Ryrc: Please don't hurt me Strade this isn't you

Strade: No this is actually me... You actually thought I was a nice guy?

That's when I learned to never talk to strangers online but I'm now used to all the pain and I'm not alone I met one of his victims he also kept Ren is a really nice guy he's not scary or anything we comfort eachother despite both always being tortured me and that foxkin will stick by eachother

Strade, Ryrc, Ren.....= Stockholm Syndrome

(putting this back up cause snuffk1t blocked me! I will rewrite it thooo)

#boyfriend to death #btd #btd2 #boyfriend to death 2 #ren hana #btd ren #btd strade #Ryrc coyotekin

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stabbyfoxandrew · 3 months ago

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Aerie, I love your OC's so much! I have a few questions about them if you don't mind.

How does Rayne feed? Does he eventually drink from Elliot? How does that conversation go?

TWT Thank you!! And of course I don't mind!!! I'm literally vibrating in my seat every time I get to talk about them. Thank you so much for asking!<3<3<3 Warning, it's long again. Oops. :')

About Rayne feeding:

When Rayne was first changed, Laurent brought him hunting and the whole thing freaked him out a lot. When Laurent caught a man for them to share, Rayne couldn't do it. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Laurent thought his nervousness was cute, but couldn't let him starve. So he held out his own wrist and let Rayne drink from him instead. (So basically, Rayne would use Laurent as a SillyStraw- emphasis on 'silly' because the man loses his mind later on lol- instead of drinking directly from people.)

After a few months, Laurent tells him that he's got to learn to hunt for himself and Rayne does. It takes almost all night but catches someone and doesn't know when to stop. When Laurent finds him, Rayne is having a mental breakdown. Rayne does not eat humans after that. Only from Laurent.

So, nearly the entire time he's with Laurent, Rayne feeds that way. He drinks from Laurent. Laurent's blood (the blood of a vampire who is much older than him) is like… Top Shelf. It's delicious and also blood-sharing between vampires is basically foreplay so like… Yay. : )

When he leaves his SillyStraw behind, Rayne figures blood is blood. He eats animals. It's nowhere near as good. But it works fine. When he's in the city he finds rats. When he's really hungry he'll drive until he finds a forest and take a deer. Or a fox. Or three. He usually he tries to avoid eating anything that could be considered someone's pet, like cats and dogs. But... desperate times...

Does Rayne drink from Elliot?

After some Laurent-flavored fuckery occurs, Rayne is terrified of leaving Elliot alone in the apartment. So he can't go out for a bite. After a few days, Elliot can't stand it. "Babe, it's been a week. You need to go eat." "I can't." "I'll be fine. Everything's alright-" Rayne just shakes his head, like a stubborn child. (But Rayne has OCD- the magical thinking kind, just like me 🙃we suffer together- and the last time he left Elliot alone, he got hurt. He can't risk it.) After a moment of standing there, watching Rayne's hands shake from across the room, Elliot sits down next to him and the vampire stiffens from head to toe. Stops breathing. E: You can't leave the house? R: I can't leave the house. E: What if I stood in the hallway while you were gone? Then I wouldn't be in the apartment by myself. R: No. He still knows where we live. E: What if I leave before you? I could go pick up food for later. R: Then you'd be alone. E: Let me go hunting with you. R: (laughs) No. E: Then drink from me. R: Have you lost your mind? E: If it's starvation or eating me, it's eating me. R: I won't. E: Please. I don't like watching you hurt yourself. Don't like you hungry. R: I could kill you. E: You won't. I saw you let a deer go once. If you can let some dumb deer go, you can let your boyfriend go. Right? R: I have a feeling you'd taste a lot better than a bloody deer. E: Come on. Let me help. Pretend it's the same as me cooking for you. R: (rolls his eyes) Producing blood isn't cooking. E: I said pretend. R: Elliot- E, whispering: If you keep starving yourself, you might lose it and end up eating me anyway. I'd rather be a willing snack than a helpless victim. R: (realizes he's right) E: What do you want, my neck? (moves his shirt collar to the side) R: (swallows thickly and shakes his head) Wrist. E: Wrist it is.

And then he watches Rayne's fangs drop out of his gums and sink into his skin, the vampire's eyelids fluttering when he pulls in that first mouthful of blood. The first human blood he's had in fourteen years. Rayne's eyes glow as he drinks and Elliot can't say he doesn't like the feeling of being drank from.

After a moment, Rayne pulls away with a gasp and his eyes settle back to that dark blue Elliot's used to. And Elliot smiles, "Am I better than a deer?"

ALSO, Rayne still eats regular ol' food too! He doesn't know how to cook though. Before Elliot comes along, he lives on take away. He keeps a binder in a kitchen drawer stuffed with takeout menus in sheet protectors. (It is amazingly organized, by cuisine and then by alphabetical order. His favorite things from each restaurant are carefully highlighted so that he doesn't forget.)

#thank you SO much anon for asking #sorry it's a Whole Thing again.#but i got super excited and actually WROTE their conversation instead of just thinking about it forever. i will be copying that into my doc #also i color coded their conversation because it was a Block of Text and sort of hard to read i felt? (those are their fave colors btw)#anyway. dying to talk about them always if anyone wants to encourage my insanity...#aerie's ocs #oc: rayne hastings #oc: elliot montgomery #oc ship: relliot #anon #answered #love

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bramble-mouse · 4 months ago

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Likes:

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Dislikes:

-NSFW stuff for the sake of it. If we have OCs that bond over time and it makes sense for them to bang, I'll be open to it! But horby things just for horby are a no for me.

-'Messy' vore associated kinks; scat, piss, vomit, etc.

-Cruelty for no reason; Most of my characters don't really have casual cruel streaks, but can either play the role for your OC for fun or may slip into that role if they are protecting your OC. Also, killing off your OC immediately doesn't do much for an ongoing story.

-RPing opposite OCs that are Minors. This is something that makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

-Straight up IRL self insert. I will not RP as myself, full stop. I have been asked to do this in the past, or RP with someone else who is just playing them self and I am super not ok with it. OCs only.

-Saying creepy shit to me OOC. Please don't be weeeeeird.

-Use of AI art for OC refs. Picrew, hand drawn/commissioned or even just a written description are what I like to see!

What I am looking to RP:

-Vore (primarily non-fatal, but I am willing to discuss a one-shot fatal vore scenario to RP )

-Semi-literate (This doesn't have to mean a big novel of a post but I am looking for RP partners that intend to advance a story, even if its just something casual/slice of lifey)

-G/t (I like the beeg and the smol)

-Borrower/Giant based plots (i.e. my OC finds yours is living in the walls, my OC finds yours lost in the woods). I don't mind cliche plots when I'm writing self-indulgent size content LOL. Or, if you have a really cool scenario you'd like to suggest, I'd love to hear your pitch! Let's just have fun!

-Straight up boning will probably not take place unless I feel it makes senses between our characters. Boning for the sake of boning is just not really my style :U

I would like to write one of my giant OCs! Bramble, a they/them giant wizard in training. Chill af, tends to be good for slice of life scenarios. Kind of a gremlin. They are an artist, a writer and love to do crafts. More playful and willing to pretend to be mean. They have a bioluminescent belly! Well suited for slice of life, borrower themed RPs and modern fantasy. They are only for a platonic RP as they are married. Frio, a very pretty he/him frost giant hermit who studies magic. Very gentle and sweet, very scared of hurting tiny folks, constantly fighting his rather gluttonous instincts. He's good at knitting, loves animals and cooking/baking. Good for a fantasy RP, slice of life or something with horror elements! He is good for romantic or completely platonic bonds! Aine, a she/her storm giantess archmage and magic teacher. A goofy mom type with a big laugh, a tendency to tease and be playful, but ultimately loves spoiling tiny folks and doting on them. She's silly and can be a bit careless sometimes with her play but always makes sure to check in with her tiny friends if she goes a bit far. Aine suits fantasy stories, both modern and high fantasy, as well as slice of life. She is perfect for mentor/student type stories, as an adoptive mother figure and also for romance if that is what suits the characters. Good for platonic relationships!

-I am willing to write one of my tiny OCs but it'd have to be with the right giant OC (and be non-fatal scenarios ; -; I'm bad at being mean to my little guys). If you are interested, please ask and I would love to tell you about them!

I am also totally willing to write canon characters!

My current muses are: F/FXIV: E.met-selch, G'rah.a Tia, E.stinien, Y's.htola, Hy.thlodaeus S/tardew Valley: E.lliot, F.armer Protag (they/them), S.ebastian B/aldur's Gate 3: K/arlach, A/starion

I love anything remotely D/&D universe so I am completely willing to write this world! I have a few OCs I can offer up for this that I don't have profiles set up for, but I can blab about them for you if you'd like to write this!

I'm currently watching the D/ragon Prince and A/aravos already has an ironclad grip on me. Once I'm caught up, I'd be willing to write him! (no spoilers please! I'm midway through season 3 as of writing this, and will update this section once I'm finished)

Please DM me on here if you are interested!

I tend to prefer writing through Discord channels! If you aren't comfortable giving me your Discord, I have absolutely no problem figuring out another way to write with you.

I have no expectation for how often you post. I completely understand that life and writing inspiration can be tough to balance out! I have chronic health things and a neurotype that can make me wander a bit, so I get not posting daily. Never feel pressured to match my post lengths either! Sometimes I get stoked on a post and need to barf out a bunch of stuff.

I do prefer you post a decent amount, but only because I need something to work with. Even just a few lines of dialogue and your character making a cup of tea are totally fine!

If you've read this far, thank you and I will offer you a thimble full of choccy milk. You're fantastic, bud.

#mouseymusings #g/t roleplay #g/t rp #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing

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skzoologist · 10 months ago

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I'm glad you enjoyed the pieces I wrote 😭💕

I had to give her a somewhat happy ending for at least one of the ideas 😭 I love angst but only doing angst and no fluff hurts too much 😓

I think the single paragraph of dialogue in 3b was probably my favorite line out of all the stuff I ended writing last night just because of the impact it made as the only dialogue in the piece ^^

Also, ORV OC doc? I'm interested 👀👀

-🐹

Ofc, they were good, my dear 🐹 anonnie!

Ah, see? That is where we differ, I don't hesitate writing pure angst lol But I get you, truly.

Yes, it was really good! A very important part in the whole thing :D

Uh, hm, lemme see. You can have this lil part, as a treat:

Nevertheless, they stuck together like glue even after the inevitable catastrophe happened. The older one protected the younger, while the younger one felt incapable. He thought he could finally be worth something, he could become someone, especially with how things have been going thanks to his ‘The ways of survival' copy. So the fighting kicked up a notch, to such a degree that even the other party members became worried and involved.

What he didn’t notice was that he was already someone. A precious younger brother, a family, a friend. The reason for Kyu’s life, why he hadn’t given up yet.

After that fateful fight, they split apart.

The younger doing his own work with his team, the older going on his own way, now alone. Abandoned.

But he only smiled as he left, as he was saying his goodbyes. Such a beautiful, yet fragile expression, his eyes losing their usual bright light.

Dokja would only regret this decision later on, how he didn’t stop his beloved brother even though he noticed his dimmed eyes and the smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Because the next time their paths would meet would be the last -for a long time-. The older one of course, kept an eye on his beloved brother, even after all this. He protected him from afar, sometimes even getting caught in the act by a team member, never mentioning it to Dokja, knowing what happened between the two. Kyu was on good terms with the others after all, being the big brother of the group. They all loved him, grew attached to him too soon, too deep.

The older brother even met Joonghyuk a few times, maybe even too much to be considered a coincidence. Especially since the man saw something in him ever since their first meeting and desperately wanted to recruit him into his own team. He considered it, but knowing he wouldn’t be able to protect his little brother if he were to join, he declined politely every time.

But he couldn’t run from that fateful day that way. Maybe if he was in the sun fish's team, but not like this.

When he saw Dokja in a hopeless situation, his body acted on its own. Even if anybody was near him, they couldn’t stop him. With his powers activated, he made his way to his younger brother like rushing water released from its dam, only to take a deadly blow in his place.

Organs destroyed, blood flowing, his eyes met identical abyssal ones.

His lips drew on a gentle smile, his slowly numbing, rigid fingers twitched, then made their way to a shocked face, caressing the pale skin underneath wide eyes.

The world around them blurred together, the loud noises stopped reaching his ears. Sometime, while he was lost in those obsidian orbs, the weight in his chest lightened, making way for the crimson painted waterworks to escape.

“Dokja, you haven’t changed a bit in my eyes. You’re still my cute little brother who covered behind my legs at the sight of strangers-He groaned a bit, hacking up the liquid that prevented him from breathing properly. -Even as a grown up you remained just as dear to me. So please, believe me when I tell you that you are important- A desperate wheeze ripped from his lungs- You have people who care about you. They see you for who you are. You are enough, Dokja… Now I know what you are thinking, how you are. But don’t– He had to stop for a second to catch his breath, his eyes unfocusing every few seconds. -… Don’t ever sacrifice yourself for others, like some hero. That is not what this world or the others need… You might save their lives, their bodies, but you’ll only leave anguish behind... How ironic, me telling you this in such a situation.. Cough ”

“Wait no, Hyung s-stop talking! I can–” “Sshhhh, it’s okay. Big brother is here. They can’t hurt you anymore.” - he made sushing motions, his hands sloppily caressing Dokja’s hair, as if they were kids again.

His head fell onto the younger one’s -when did they get to the ground?-, their identical midnight locks intertwining seamlessly into one bundle of hair, soaking up the dripping droplets from the murky sky. His hands had no more power in them to support themselves anymore, so they uselessly fell onto the ground.

He could hear sounds still, but as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his ears, he couldn’t make any sense of it no matter how hard he tried. His face felt wet; was he or the heavens the cause of it? His eyes could not make anything out of the world anymore, so he found it easier to just close them.

He was tired anyway.

So tired.

He worked so hard all his life, he could get a little rest, no? Just this once.

He was so cold, but now, a gentle warmth spread all over his body.

The harrowing ache left his chest as well, along with the agonizing headache.

His wheezing slowly stopped as he found no energy to try and take air into his vermillion covered lungs, his airways filled with thick liquid.

His time has come, and with the last cognitive power of his mind, he understood it.

He smiled.

#this was written long ago so the style is very different #🐹 anon #potat writes back #orv #orv fanfic #orv fic #omniscient reader's viewpoint

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taegularities · 10 months ago

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Rid you're crazyyyyyyyyyyy

just finished cmi11 IM FUCKING CRYING holy shit that was so good oh god

first of all the conversation between oc and her mom made me cry so hard- it hit home for me, as a girlie with mommy issues, that part felt so real to me. Oc's courage to stand up for herself like that and tell her how much she hurt her own daughter is something i dont have in me. It broke my fucking heart, that yearning feeling, i cant believe you put that specific feeling into words rid [are u part of the mommy issues community as well🧐 or are u just that amazing, a true fucking artist (i saw that anon calling you the beyonce of ff and i agree 100%)] idk how to describe my feelings rn, that part definitely left a mark in my heart, ill never forget it

second the domesticity in these two dorks oh my goddddd they're driving me crazy, theyre so cute and in love and im in love with them and i want to cry bc i want what they have but bc irl men suck the hopeless romantic in me is gonna have to live through fanfics for the rest of my life and that makes me fucking miserable but bless the fanfic gods like you that keep my soul alive, idk what id do without you

lastly that scareeeeee oh god like i knew itd be a negative but it had my heart beating out of my ass (idk if thats a phrase) but the way they handled it oh god, the emotionsssssss the fears and insecurities, just reminded me that theyre human, even if theyre the most fucking adorable characters ever, theyre still human and i loved seeing such nuance. You really are doing an amazing job rid, not only writing the story, scenes and dialogue, but also the way you write these characters in such depth, its so fucking refreshing to see.

i want to kiss your beatiful head that holds your beautiful brain, seriously ive never ever been so enchanted by a piece of writing before (and i read so much fanfiction its like an addiction) you are by far my strongest fix. For real tho, your writing, and particularly cmi has touched me deeply and I'll never ever forget it. So thank you

Rest assured and stop doubting yourself bc youre seriously incredible and so fucking talented. Now rest up and take care of yourself, i imagine its not easy to birth such work (i mean 36k you monster, i loved every second of it but damn girl take a break before you burn your brain out) but no srsly i hope youre eating well, sleeping well and doing things that make you happy and relaxed. You deserve all the best of this world rid🫂🩷

sincerely ~ 🐼✒️anon

panda hi hello oh my gosh, sorry for being late, but you mentioned so many important things, so i wanted to take my time HELLO!! never stop sending these lovely af reviews 🥺

i know... she really is inspiring bc the courage to stand up against someone you feared for so long is admirable. i'm part of both the mommy and daddy issues community even though it's gotten a lot better lol like i wonder why it's such a recurring theme in my fics 🤣 i'm so sorry you could relate to oc :( but i'm glad you liked the scene so much.

and ahhh the domesticity �� it's been so so fun and relaxing to write!! real life romance can be hard to find, yeah :') so i guess writing these scenes and chapters has been extra cathartic (although it drives me crazy, too — the next chapter has been making me so jejfhdjjsgd), but here's to finding a cmi jk irl soon :') much more to come!!!🕯️

the scare was one hell of a ride 🥺 i cried a lot!! and even i have been realising lately that i sometimes try to make my characters flawless, but that's actually not what i wanna go for. i always snap out of it and then try to make them flawed bc they're human, and i think the cmi couple, despite how endearing they are, is definitely vv flawed :') thank you for pointing that out 🥺

your strongest fix?? girl PLEASE ILL CRY 😭💔 i love you so much, you're so sweet for saying that and seeing me in such a way, pls i want you here forever <3 i rested a lot after cmi11! but ngl, cmi11.5 almost burned me out ksjdhehd gonna rest even more after that hehe. tyssssm, i hope you're well and healthy and i appreciate you so much for your kindness, reassurances and love for this series/me. love you so much 🤍

#MWAH see you tonight<3 #notes for rid 🌹#🐼✒️ anon #fic: colour me in

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acidbodywoman · 2 years ago

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the past few days of abw’s existence have been really cool! I’ve not been able to get this much writing out in months. thank you all for being so open to my ideas and ramblings.

thank you @catgcmer for introducing me to a fun new anime, thank you @longerhuman for laughing at the silly things I send ( plot twist: I’m longzai anon! yes, I’m incredibly shy and had no idea how to bring it up ), thank you @zhuangshii for enabling me to start plotting the pain cube plot between our ladies, thank you @dangaer for HURTING ME?? BEFORE EVEN RESPONDING OW Orlok my son........ thank you @parieha for also potentially getting me into a new anime(!? Anna has intrigued me so much lol and... I need to read beast at some point- I’m getting there!!!!) thank you @lasraichean for accepting yet another one of my OCs into Annie’s harem BEING A WONDERFUL FRIEND,

but right now... something is hitting. burnout, general exhaustion, potential RSD ( I’m... trying to look into that lol, busy busy!! )... whatever it is, I need some time away! gunna log out for a while and hope that helps.

if you feel like you’re spiralling- rsd or no- then please log out, too. it could help a lot! you’re not missing anything!! if you have no notifications, no chats, no new activity for the past 10 minutes- log out! stop refreshing every other minute!

...that ended up being more of me telling myself off than encouraging for you... well, it’s helping someone!

if I’m not back in time then Happy New Year!! to all my followers! I was going to @ you all but I didn’t want to spam your activities ;w; maybe once I hit an rp milestone of some sort!

I promise I’ll try to chat more!! pls forgive, I am confident but also scared. I’m sure someone out there understands <33

#ooc .

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awkwardgtace · 2 years ago

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Oops I missed that the ask game was for oc 😳

Also 5 and 19 for Sola, Mikhail, and Ian please 😁

you're all good. I mean I am sort of my own OC. So it's valid lol. If anyone else wants to ask me or my oc things, I may not be as honest as the OCs but i'll answer Ask Game

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

Goddess Sola: Makes a face trying to remember what that means. Gets excited once the memory comes back. "The little cloud and Alessia are my role models. They both know so much about mortals! They also do a lot of good things. Alessia protects people and the little cloud is always using her powers for others. I want to do that stuff too! Although I usually scare mortals badly, Delphia said I should only meet them if she's around after the last time..."

Human Sola: Looks around so no one is nearby. "I want to be like my mom! She's so pretty and strong. Also takes care of everyone even if they're bigger or smaller than her. I'll be just like her when I grow up! I'll wear pretty long dresses too!"

Every Ian: Fidgets with his hands nervous to be answering anything about himself. Thinks about the question and the people he's met in his life. "...Mik. He stands up for his beliefs and doesn't care if people hate him for it. Even if he couldn't be huge he'd face down anything. I want to be confident and strong like that. Have something I believe in enough to chase after it like he does too."

Streamer AU Ian: Hugs himself as he thinks a little harder. Mik is one, but he does have another role model too. "Mira too. She's been trying really hard to move forward after what she went through. Hearing how bad it was gave me nightmares and she still tries so hard. I want that strength to move forward like her."

Shifter/Giant/human Mikhail: Folds his arms across his chest eventually rubbing his chin. He lets out a sigh before settling on an answer. "I'd suppose my aunt if I have to pick one. The woman can be ferocious and doesn't let anyone abuse their size or power. Although she can be a bit too intense at times. That part I definitely don't envy. She doesn't hesitate to stand up for what's right, doesn't let her thoughts stop her. I need to be more like that."

Alien Mikhail: Has had Ian explain what that terminology means and still barely gets it. Thinks hard about it for long enough it seems like he won't answer. "It would be my teacher that aided me in becoming one of the planet seekers. They had been one for many years and brought many species into our group. I hope to leave a record like them after me."

19. Describe an average day in your life.

Goddess Sola: Excitedly bouncing on her feet and desperately wanting to take the chance to drag you along with her. "I usually go watch the clouds and draw pictures in them! Sometimes I grab one of the others to come with me. Then I go to the mortal realm and make sure the light isn't overwhelming and the clouds have become fun shapes when they aren't bringing a storm. Ash says I hurt storms when I shape those clouds so I had to stop. Sometimes I stop and watch mortals too, they do so many interesting things." She starts to ramble about games she's seen mortal children play. Describing things like tag and hide and seek. The point of the question was lost on her as she just excitedly talks about the things she sees.

Human Sola (Snake in the shed): Frowns as she thinks about it. "Mom and dad say I have to go to school even though the borrowers don't so I do that. Then I come home and play with Luna until mom finds out I didn't do my homework. Luna helps me with it and then we watch the movies he likes until bed time. Sometimes it's too hard for Luna so Ash or Rhys help me too. Oh and the days Felix or Ryder visit are the best! They play fun games and give me new toys.

Borrower Sola (Vamp Del AU): She smiles excited to tell someone all the things she does. Her parents and Delphia would yell at her if they knew. "I sneak around Del's room when she's sleeping during the day. I want to see if I can find anymore hidden things from the past us. Sometimes Vincent finds me and he makes me go back to bed. He's too quiet for being so big. Rhys reads me stories when Vincent finds me though, so I let him find me sometimes. At night the others make me and Luna practice borrowing. Just in case we have to leave here, but I don't wanna leave. I love Delphia and she lives forever so we're safe. I'm a better climber, but Luna is better at getting supplies. After that we play games with Delphia and sometimes she reads us books. They have a lot of weird sounding words, she says it's old English whatever that means. Then I fall asleep and Delphia or the others help me get to our bed."

Human Sola (mafia au): She's excited to meet someone new who wants to hear about her. She thinks hard, but her answer is pretty simple. "I have a human tutor that teaches me what I'd learn at school. Mom and Dad say school isn't safe for me, but that's fine. Then I spend time with Luna in Dad's office. Sometimes I go find my brothers or sister, but everyone else is always so busy. I hope one day I can be busy like them too. At night everyone comes to say hi, but it's too late for us to do much with them. The days they're home are the best. Those days are rare."

Borrower Ian: Sits near his house ready to bolt just in case. Stays incredibly nervous despite the promises he's safe. Giving up his routine is risky, but Mik said it was ok and to be honest and he trusts Mik. "I... I usually start by checking the entrances like Mik taught me. That they're still sealed properly and for any other borrowers who might need help. Then I try to get food, sometimes Mik left some out other times he hasn't woken up yet so I get it myself. The rest of the day I usually spend with Mik doing whatever he does. Sometimes I try to get better at making clothes with the fabric Mik gives me. Or watch the shows on the big screen that make me laugh. I-it's pretty normal for me, but other borrowers would think I'm crazy. I just like not being trapped somewhere all day anymore."

Human Ian (streamer au): Shrugs his shoulders, it's not exciting. He's kind of shocked someone wants to know. "I just play some games for my streams then usually hang out with Mik. Sometimes I sit in while he does his podcast recordings, help out with timings and sound board stuff. Then I teach him about some of the games I streamed. We just hang out, there's been a few times I just send him memes from my phone while sitting in his chest pocket. On some rarer occasions I go play games with Mira, Corus is there too. The guy is insanely good for someone so sleep deprived."

Human Ian (alien au): Hugs himself still trying to figure out what is even safe for him to do each day. "I wake up... eat the food I'm given. Then I just hang out unless Mik needs me. It's still pretty hard to be out around the alien, even worse when the guy walks around as a giant so much." Ian shudders. "Still better than being homeless in the woods. The alien tries too, I'll get used to him eventually... probably."

Shifter Mikhail: Frowns a bit since this is disrupting his average day. It's the middle of a semester and he has work to be doing. "I teach my classes at the university. Stay late for office hours in case a student needs me. Grade papers while there. Come home and often times become Ian's size to spend time with him. When I'm worn out he doesn't mind that I stay a human size and he sits on my chest while I read to unwind. I make a simple dinner that's easy for a borrower to eat without making a mess of themself and then go to sleep." Mikhail has made the active choice to avoid mentioning how annoyed the other professors make him. The times he shifts just enough his chair creaks from someone's annoying conversation topics. The aloof professor never gets to be left alone in peace and quiet while at the school.

Giant Mikhail (streamer au): Nods understanding the curiosity. He'd be curious too. Takes a few minutes to come up with an answer he hopes is good enough. His life is fairly boring outside of the time he helped Corus. "I work on the story of my horror podcast most mornings. Do research when it's time for the news episode. In the afternoon Ian comes by and usually causes some trouble until I put him in my pocket. Sometimes he actually helps. The entire time he's in my pocket he's sending memes to my phone making it vibrate and distract me." Mikhail has a soft smile on his face as he talks about the 'annoying' things Ian does. "Then we just hang out. I read books he plays games. Sometimes he shows me how to play one of his games. Some days I go see Delphia we usually get lunch or dinner. Now and then Corus joins us too."

Alien Mikhail: Thinks about how his routine would best be explained to humans. Frowns as he considers it might sound problematic, but has nothing better to explain himself. "A day for my kind is a bit longer. I usually spend it researching humans through the media I can now understand. I haven't been able to find a good explanation for some things. Like 'yeet' or why people miss vines. From my research nature still has plenty of them. I make meals for Ian and leave them for him to eat as he feels ready too. I try to mimic the lifestyle the humans in the media I've found use to make Ian feel comfortable. I'm not sure it has worked, but trial and error is my only option. I also spend a lot of time making things in the ship easier for him. I have been working on a surprise for a while, I found many humans do things like this and I hope it helps assuage his nerves. I'm sorry I've gotten off topic. Other than research, I write reports on my progress. Currently it's known I've met a human who has agreed to help me. After what I sent back so far many others are excited to learn more about humans, they are quite strange creatures. The blankets were something a lot of people have started to use on my planet." Mikhail seems to stare off, it's a little hard to tell with his eyes a solid color. It's clear he thinks he answered the question sufficiently, even with his bit of off topic additions.

#awkwardanswers #i have so many solas #also really what am i if not my first oc?#so you're totally fine #i might have gone overboard as usual lol #ty ty so much for the ask #oc: ian #oc:mik/mikhail #oc:sola

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swrawberrysvuccvbvs · 2 years ago

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Uzi x Sweet semi-emotionless-mute Steampunk DD reader

{ This involes a little of my AU and a mention of a couple ocs of mine one of them is put with V if you have one of your own you can put it there it will also reference my other Murder drones x reader fic or story please enjoy :D}

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: We know the beginning with Uzi but what about you

: lets just say most of the group was....lets say curious about who you were well except for N with his bubbly nature he became friends with you off the bat

: But it wasn't due too how you acted

: J liked it thought it was fit for what they were made to do

: V couldn't care less

: N thought it made you more badass than you already were

: But mainly to the way you look you looked like a normal Disassembly drone from a far but once some one got close if they were dumb enough too

: Well that was a different story. You had gears smoke and weird aura to you. You had the normal slim-pen type legs, you could switch between weapon types with your hands.but it was the way you talked it's like you were an old soul in a new body. They couldn't explain why but it just made sense ya'know

:another reason they expect that is you don't show emotion too often like you didn't have any at all

: That wasn't true at all you were a very joyful person under that cold mask of yours.

:and the exception for that being N and when your after workers for there oil

: Like bro stop laughing lol

: but that kinda changed when Uzi came in the picture she had shot N with that weird gun of hers, which kinda surprised you he may be this sweet guy but he was pretty good when it came to killing the drones

: You being the way you are just deiced go up to her and just stare and follow her around with a blade hand like one idk which

:you saw her blush for a second. It confused you a little but ya paid no mind to it

: When N woke up he automatically said hi to you then his new "friend"

: Tbh you kinda hand hide a snicker when he said " Did you just hit me with that arm :]"

:Friend you always found it as such a weird word someone that cares for you

: When she ran away you kinda felt a little weird when she did like you had lost something you didn't know why either

: Later on after J and V came back and their judging stares you and N went after her

: once you did you kinda just stared at the door before N stopped it from closing it kind of felt wrong to you this time

: Once you got in you and N went after a couple bots here and there and then spotting Uzi

: For some reason you felt bad for going after the workers it was a new feeling to you.....Guilt.

: You had always thought it was something that made you seem weak it was something you never felt till now...

:When N stabbed her with his wing something clicked you wanted to hurt him back and when i say hurt I mean HURT

:You didn't due to you being good friends with him and you didn't want Uzi to deal with any more violence

:When he put her down off of his wing He looked at you for help but he didn't get what he expected to.

: You just stared

:No expression

: You visor didn't even blink till you stopped

: Once you did you just glared. He was always scared when you glared at him you didn't know why either he knew you wouldn't hurt him like J would. He was too nice to deserve that type of treatment from you. But you were kind of fearful of him he was pretty scary when went hunting with you but you never told him

: And you son't really plan to tell him.

:He told you to hide with Uzi and make sure she stays fine

: You saw what J did. And you got pretty pissed ( that's still an understatement)

: You went into the vents but before you were fully out of range to hear you heard Uzi say how "cool and anime" you were you didn't know what anime was but guessed by how she said it. That it was a good thing.

:It made you feel better than what you had before leaving them so she could fix N ( Which you totally didn't just stare like you were something from a horror game or movie till she did)

: That let you know you can show your feelings around her

:After everything that happened in that storage unit

: You kinda just stole her from N

: Not really leaving where she was

: she also showed you what this "anime" was. You liked it a little more then her

: only a little

: You both talk about the company and anime a lot

: you also like to listen to her ramble about her plans on taking out the human race

: "I must say you have really gotten close to that worker Y/N~" V always would tease you about it

: of course all she got was a glare than got back to whatever you was doing or some threat to tell Designation Nymph about her little crush on her since there was typically no one to hide emotion from any more. ( Besides the colony)

You just did whatever around the group like little rambles about how gears or what the steampunk style is. since the things you wore was a choice not what you looked like really

: Trust me you tried to get Uzi to make you look like a "normal" Disassembly drone and found out you were meant to look like that it was your design

: It didn't happen after the crash like what you thought had happened

(a little of Uzi's point of view :D)

( I have a headcanon tha Uzi sleep talks cuz why not :D )

: " Hey Uzi I heard from a little bit of you sleep talking and heard you like Y/N ^^" N said it with a playful tone and for some reason sounded really happy about it

:"HUH?! N-no I DON'T B-Bite ME!"

: Nymph in the corner off in lala land " GLADLY!"

: "NOT LITERALLY!" >:/ Nymph always gave her an answer when she said that no one really knows why except you and her.

:Just like how V teases Y/N over being close friends with her

: N found out and does the same

: Uzi always threatened to tell V about the fan club him and Nymph have. (which always works)

: or to get you on his ass about something dumb ( she has done multiple times💅)

: After all you may not be able to take him in a fight but he is still a little scared of you and it's easy to see too

: One day you decided you were done with staying "really close friends" and decided it was time to ask her out

: Once you did you found out within a millisecond she was a major tsundere.

: She hit you with the " I'm only saying yes because I feel bad for you" but we all knew the truth. You found it pretty cute ^^

: You started smiling you @ss of with how happy you were you jumped around

: You even picked up Uzi and flew around with her in your arms

: And cue N saying he has a twin now ^^

: You totally didn't punch him for saying that✨

This Fic took me a good little while but it was fun writing Uzi isn't the best character for me to write on not really having much interest with her for a while but after The Prom episode I think my interest in her has shot up!

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toftie · 7 years ago

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#someone please tell me to stop hurting my ocs lol.#hera #tristan #myart #7.18.17

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daechwitatamic · 3 years ago

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Chapter 2: A Long Time Coming || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: Complete Faith (Masterpost)

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader; {background SJ x OC, mentions of YG x OC, and HS x OC}

Rating: Soft R overall, this chapter: PG-13

Wordcount: 47k total; this chapter: 6218

Summary: It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

Alternate summary: coworkers to friends to lovers to idiots to lovers again

TW/CW: Full list on the Masterpost. This chapter: just strong language and alcohol consumption

Notes: This fic is complete and will be updated every Friday evening (EDT timezone).

A HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to @kookstempo for the amazing (and ongoing lol) beta job tytytytyty!

Chapter 2: A Long Time Coming

April

The morning meeting, three hours after Ben’s departure, is unbearable. You can barely stay awake, and Nikki is shooting you what is the problem looks that you try desperately to ignore.

When the meeting ends, you book it back to your office, abandoning the daily routine of walking back with some Nikki/Jimin/Yoongi combination.

“Go away,” you hear her tell someone (probably Jimin) ruthlessly. “I need to talk to Y/N privately.”

“You could be a little nicer about it,” someone answers her lightly, and it isn’t Jimin. It sounds like Taehyung, actually. “Is she okay?”

Well, now you’re mortified. You glance at the small mirror you keep on the bookshelf to confirm that, yes, your eyes are still puffy and red, even though you stopped actively crying sometime early this morning. And yes, the bags under your eyes are a clear tell that you hadn’t slept. And yes, your makeup is doing nothing for you today, and yes, your hair looks like all you did was run a brush through it because… all you did was run a brush through it.

“Go away,” Nikki tells him again, not answering his question at all, and knocks on your door.

“Unlock,” she demands from the other side of the frosted glass.

You want to give her a hard time, but you don’t have it in you to be a troll right now. You unlock the door and step back to let her in, closing it quickly behind her. You think you see the shadow of someone loitering just down the hallway, but you ignore this. You sit back at your desk and put your head in your hands.

You need like eight or nine more coffees if you’re going to get through this day.

“You are being extremely weird,” she informs you. You keep your head in your hands and say nothing.

“Y/N? What’s the deal? Spill.”

“I truly don’t even know,” you tell her honestly, squeezing your eyes shut. “Ben showed up at my place last night. We had a huge fight, I even tried to kick him out at one point, make his ass drive three hours home at midnight. Things went from 0 to 100 in like, seconds. I just totally blew up at him out of nowhere.”

“It isn’t out of nowhere,” she says, her voice even quieter, as if she is afraid to say the truth too loud, as if softer will make it hurt less. “You’ve been furious at him for weeks.”

Not weeks. Months. You don’t know what changed – is it just the distance? Is it truly his job? Has he lost interest, fallen out of love with you? Is he over the whole thing? Does he have another girl in his new city, waiting for him to come home? It’s all possible, frankly.

“So did you break up?” she asks, finally.

You shake your head. “Not technically. But he and I definitely need to talk.”

She looks at you, warning playing across her features. “Y/N…”

You put up a hand to stop her. “Don’t lecture me, Nik, please, I can’t take it right now.”

She purses her lips, respecting this, but clearly holding back words. On your desk, your phone – your work phone – rings and you reach for the receiver.

“Human Resources, this is Y/N, how can I help you?”

Nikki stands, giving you a tiny wave, and mouths, Talk later? You nod, listening to the party on the other end of the line.

You take your lunch in your office, not wanting to field any more interrogations. You’re just standing to throw away your napkin when your phone buzzes.

[12:34 pm] Ben: Hey

[12:34 pm] Ben: I guess we should talk?

[12:37 pm] You: Yeah. I guess we’d better.

[12:39 pm] Ben: I’ll pick you up at 7?

[12:40 pm] You: that’s fine rn, I’ll let you know if that changes… if I have to get Sierra or anything

[12:55 pm] Ben: See you at 7.

You decide a few hours later that you deeply, desperately need more coffee. You get an after-lunch energy slump most days, but after barely sleeping last night it is hitting you hard today. You head towards the staff room, clutching your coffee mug.

Taehyung is there, filling a Styrofoam cup with hot water and ripping open the packaging for a teabag.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, shuffling aside so you can stick your mug under the spout for the coffee.

“Hi,” you say back, glancing at him. You do a quick double-take. Taehyung is generally pretty smiley, it’s one of the reasons you never took him too seriously – he never seemed that serious himself. But today, something is off. His eyes look tight, his shoulders too tense.

“Um, are you-?” you say, surprising yourself. You hadn’t really made the decision to inquire, but here came the words anyway. “-Are you okay?”

He looks at you, then fishes for a sugar packet for his tea. “Right as rain. Thanks.”

You chew on your lip, filling your mug to the brim and scooting over to the fridge for the little jug of creamer kept in there. “You sure? You look… stressed.”

When he just looks at you, you backpedal quickly. “I’m sorry – don’t take that the wrong way. You look great. I mean, you look fine.” Oh my GOD, what is wrong with you? “I just, I didn’t mean to overstep. I just – I only-.”

“Y/N,” he stops you gently, your name coming out of his mouth like a sigh. “Relax.” He takes a breath. “I’m okay. Thanks for checking.” He opens his mouth, his eyebrows bunching up quizzically, but then Jimin breezes through the door.

“Ah, my two favorite coworkers!” he grins. “Coffee time?”

“I’m telling Yoongi that he’s not your favorite,” you tease. “And you know Taehyung doesn’t drink coffee.”

Wait. Since when did you know Taehyung doesn’t drink coffee? Your brain is shorting out up there. You decide to make a hasty retreat, telling the guys goodbye, and head back to your own space.

You call Sierra from the car on your drive home.

“Hi Tiny,” you say. “I can’t call you at bedtime tonight, so I’m calling now.”

“Why not?” she asks.

“I’m going out to dinner with Ben,” you admit.

“OooOooohh,” she teases. “Are you two going to kiss?”

“Oh my god, don’t be such a giant weirdo!” you laugh. “If he’s really nice to me, I’ll let him hold my hand.”

A few minutes later, she tells you, “Mommy wants to talk to you.”

“Okay. Bye, Tiny. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Here’s Mommy.” There was silence and then your mother’s voice – “Hello? Y/N?”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Are you busy on Sunday?” she asks. “I keep forgetting to tell you. Sierra’s got a violin recital.”

Noooooo no no no no no no no. “Are you on speakerphone?” you ask cautiously.

“No.”

You lower your voice to a whisper. “Okay, how long do you think this thing will be? Can I sneak out after Tiny’s turn?”

Your mom laughs, and for a second things feel really normal. You feel light and okay and wow, it’s been a while since you’ve felt that.

“There are ten students,” she says, thinking out loud. “Less than ten minutes per kid… probably around an hour and a half of them playing? Then there’s a little reception after – finger sandwiches and that kind of thing.”

You groan. “You know I love Tiny more than anything on this Earth, but that honestly sounds like torture.”

“We’ll pick you up at 10:30,” she tells you, as if you had said it sounded like a glorious day and you couldn’t wait. “Wear something pretty.”

At 6:00 you’re in your closet, digging around for something pretty - not for the nine-year-old’s violin recital, but for your dinner with Ben. You finally choose a more conservative black dress with long sleeves and a keyhole back. Appropriate. It looks like mourning wear.

When Ben pulls up outside of your apartment building, you walk quickly to slide into the passenger seat. He looks over at you as you shut the door and buckle up.

“Hi,” he says. “You look really nice.”

“Thanks,” you say, feeling weirdly shy. He starts to pull away, the silence ballooning between you, and you truly cannot take it.

“Ben?” you say tentatively. “I know we’ll talk it all out... and we should wait until we’re out of the car… but I wanted to say I’m really sorry for cursing at you like that.”

“That’s all you’re sorry for?” he asks, not looking over.

You push back the wave of defensiveness. “No,” you admit. “Not the only thing. But it is the thing I’m most sorry for.”

He nods, eyes on the road. “I appreciate the apology,” he says finally.

You don’t speak again until you’re at the restaurant.

“I…” he starts, then stops. He tugs a hand through his hair, looks around the room, taps his fingertip against the table. Then he tries again. “Y/N, I just really don’t understand what happened.” He looks at you, eyes almost wild. “I mean, seriously, what the hell happened?”

“I have the same question,” you tell him quietly. This is it, this is the moment. You barrel ahead before you can lose your nerve. “But not about last night. What happened between, I don’t know, December and now?”

In his defense, he takes this seriously. He hears what you are really asking, and he stops, and he thinks for a minute.

“I don’t think there’s an easy answer to that,” he finally admits. “Nothing happened.”

“Right, exactly,” you jump in. “Nothing happened, but here we are. I blew up last night because I’m stressed over my mom’s situation, and I worry like crazy about Sierra being okay, and it’s a lot sometimes and then everything with you boiled over when you touched on that…” You pause, looking at him, feeling a little helpless. “I take full responsibility for blowing up last night. I apologize – I am so sorry I said those things. But I don’t think we’ll be okay until we figure out how we got to that point. How I ended up so fed up, you know?”

He nods, but keeps his eyes on the tablecloth.

“Ben,” you say… afraid to ask the question, but knowing you have to. “Do you still want to be with me? Really?”

“Yes,” he says simply.

And it isn’t enough. It isn’t what you need. You need him to say yes and I love you and I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you and I’ll do better and, fuck, maybe even you mean so much to me, I can’t imagine losing you.

But all he says is yes.

“It… hasn’t felt like it. For a while.”

It’s hard to say this. It’s hard to admit this. It kicks your pride in the dick, it makes you feel weak and pitiful, but he needs to know, doesn’t he?

Ben furrows his brow in frustration. “I don’t know what else to do, Y/N,” he says, exasperation laced through his voice. “I keep telling you – I’m so busy with work. And then when I am awake it’s like the middle of the night, and you’re asleep… and then when we do talk you just nag me-.”

“It isn’t nagging to communicate my needs,” you say, hearing the edge in your voice but unable to soften it. “This isn’t enough for me and I am trying to make you see that.”

You lock eyes across the table.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says, and this is close enough to what you need to hear that you feel yourself breathe again.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” you whisper.

“Me too,” he says. It is, yet again, just not quite what you need.

“Are we okay?” you ask. You feel so small and it really truly sucks.

“That’s entirely up to you,” he says, and he sounds cold again. “You’re the one who doesn’t think this is enough for them.”

You huff in frustration. It feels like you’re having two separate conversations.

“Ben,” you say, trying to explain yourself. “On the days where I don’t hear from you, I honestly feel single. Like, so lonely, no one to tell about my day… and then add on top that I’m missing you, too. I’m not telling you that you aren’t enough for me. I’m telling you the current amount of talking is not enough for me. This isn’t going to work if nothing changes.”

He grimaces. “I don’t know what I can promise you, Y/N. I’m already doing my best. I don’t know what else I have to give.”

You look at each other, a stalemate.

“Can’t you just try?” you finally ask, all the air leaving you with the words. It’s tiny and it’s desperate, and it makes you feel pitiful. “Can’t you just promise to try?”

Before you go to sleep that night, you get a text.

[11:42 pm] Ben: Goodnight, sweet dreams

“I think,” you say seriously to Nikki on Friday night, “I might be the most in love I have ever been in my life.”

She looks at you flatly, tired of your shit already and it’s only 8 pm.

“No, I mean it,” you tell her, pointing a finger. “This is what life is about. I want to get married. I want longevity.”

“Y/N, they’re just onion rings.”

Seokjin walks by at that exact moment and throws you both a grin. “The best damn onion rings you’ve ever tasted, right?”

“Yes,” you say emphatically. “That’s exactly what I was trying to tell her.”

There are about six of your coworkers (mostly Nikki’s friends) crowded around the table, plus a handful of Jin’s friends that you don’t really know. Yoongi is somewhere in the middle, talking animatedly to his girlfriend, who is – side note - adorable.

Jimin and Taehyung are way at the other end, laughing so hard they are practically crying, holding onto the table for support, as they compare pinky sizes. Every time they catch their breath and get it together, they lose it all over again at Jimin’s teeny pinky barely making it to the knuckle on Taehyung’s. You don’t think either of them is even drunk, they’re just honestly that ridiculous together. Taehyung’s friend is with them, laughing along, but you haven’t been introduced.

Seokjin had been buzzing around for a while but he finally settles in next to Nikki. “No Ben?” he asks, and Nikki elbows him, as subtle as an elephant.

You glance at your phone again. Nothing. Your heart sinks into your stomach, disappointment followed by a wave of anger, just as it had every time you checked your phone between Thursday morning and now.

“Nope,” you say curtly. “That’s part of why I’m trying to marry fried foods now.”

“You could do worse,” he says seriously.

Not only is Ben late – he promised to be there by 8 and he’s later with every tick of the clock – but he hasn’t texted you even once today.

So much for trying harder.

After chatting with Seokjin and Nikki for a little about the tv show you finally caught up on, you stand to go order a new drink at the bar. Beside you, the couple sits with their heads close together, talking very quietly about something. You leave them alone, not wanting to intrude.

A decent chunk of the crowd has moved to the dancefloor as the restaurant staff pushed the tables aside to move into Bar Mode for the night. Taehyung and Jimin are still at their end of the table, talking to two guys you didn’t know. You don’t see Yoongi and his girlfriend anywhere, but he hasn’t told you goodbye so you figure they’re around somewhere.

At the bar, you lean over and tell the bartender what you’d like, then straighten back up while you wait. The guy next to you turns and gives you a little smile.

“You with that group?” he asks, beer glass in hand.

“Yep,” you answer shortly with a tight-lipped smile. What a dance it is – being friendly enough to not get called a bitch, but not so friendly that you get called a tease.

“I’ve been watching for a few minutes,” he says, and you think, That’s not creepy at all, please continue…. “It doesn’t seem like you have anyone to talk to over there. Why don’t you sit here for a little for some conversation?”

Who said I want conversation?

“No thanks,” you say, and the bartender slides your drink over to you. You point at Jin so he knows to put it on the party’s tab.

“Come on, be a good sport,” the guy cajoles. You frown. He doesn’t seem to notice. “What’s your name?”

You take a small step backwards, but he moves with you. “I’m going to go back with my friends,” you say firmly, but still with that little smile.

“Hey -,” he says, reaching for you as you step away, but then there’s a heavy arm over your shoulders and a solid body pressed against your side.

“I wondered where you went,” Taehyung says, smiling down at you. It’s not the boxy, happy smile. It actually looks kind of… dangerous. You must be drunk. Behind the smile, he looks a little pissed. His eyes are glinty. It’s kind of hot, but you tell your brain to heel.

“I’m right here,” you say with a coy smile, playing along. “Did you miss me?”

The guy at the bar is opening and closing his mouth like a fish, slowly flushing red.

“Have a nice night!” you chirp, and you let Taehyung wheel you around and walk you back towards the table, his hand moving from your shoulders to the small of your back as he guides you.

“I hope that was okay,” he whispers, dipping his head low so you can hear him. “I was heading over for a beer and your body language didn’t look good. Did I fuck up?”

“You didn’t fuck up,” you assure him quickly, “but I don’t want you to think I’m helpless! I could have handled it.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t need to handle it,” he tells you. Instead of going back to where you had been sitting with Nikki and Seokjin, you join Taehyung back on the other side of the table with Jimin. Your legs press together as you sit, but you’re buzzed, and you’re pissed at Ben, and Taehyung looks like Taehyung, so you make the very quick decision to not give a shit and just let it be. Your back is tingling where his hand had rested.

You sit there talking for a while with Jimin and Taehyung, who introduces you to his college friend Jungkook. You’re laughing so hard you rest your head on your arms for support when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up to find Ben staring down at you, very sober, and clearly unhappy.

“Ben,” you say, straightening up right away.

“You look comfortable,” he says flatly, eyeing how closely you’re sitting to Taehyung. You move quickly, not just away, but up – scrambling to your feet unsteadily.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask him, not even caring that you have quite an audience. “That’s what you have to say? I’ve been calling and texting you for -,” you glance at the time, “ten fucking hours! Not to mention that I heard exactly zero words from you yesterday day or night!”

“Are we really doing this again?” he asks you, stepping closer, voice low.

“What do you mean again? Again indicates that we ever stopped! You couldn’t even make it a full 24 hours acting like you give a shit about me!” You are uncomfortably aware of all the eyes watching this go down, and so is Ben.

“Let’s go outside and talk,” he suggests.

You’re furious at his audacity, but you know he’s right. You follow him away from the table, casting an apologetic look at the guys as you leave. The air outside is cold – spring has been in full bloom (no pun intended) during the day but the nights have been chilly. The cold air sobers you immediately, and you feel the anger seep out of you, leaving a hollow, devastated sadness instead.

“Ben,” you say softly. “Do you recognize how fucked up it is that you ignored me since our conversation Wednesday night, then showed up here two and a half hours late only to immediately make a dig at me like I’m doing something wrong?”

“What was with you and that guy?” he counters, gesturing back at the restaurant’s lit windows.

“Literally nothing,” you say evenly. “He works with me, I was talking to the whole group of my coworkers. But that is so far from the point.” You stop talking, walk a few steps, then turn back around. “I can’t do this anymore. I cannot do this one more day, Ben.”

He cocks his head at you, frowning. “Threatening me with a breakup again?”

You shake your head. “It’s not a threat. I really mean it. I just truly do not have it in me to keep doing this, fighting, feeling heartbroken even when we’re together�� I can’t take it. I’m sorry… I have a lot of love for you, but…”

But I deserve better than this.

“But it’s done,” you finish.

“You’re unbelievable,” he says, voice still low, and steps toward you. “I’ve driven here three times this week, and you want to act like I’m not doing my part? What a delusional fucking bitch -.”

“Hey!” someone shouts from the door, and with a fresh wave of absolute shame you think it’s Taehyung rescuing you a second time in less than an hour – fuck, you really need to cut your losses and go the hell home – but it’s Seokjin, coming through the front door, Nikki hot on his heels.

“Fuck off, Ben!” she tells him sweetly. “Y/N said you’re done, we all heard her.”

“Go inside, you guys,” you tell them quietly, so embarrassed you could just combust.

They don’t; they stay frozen in place, watching the situation before them. Ben turns and walks back towards where he must have parked his car, not looking back. You watch him go and feel…. Empty. Your chest hurts, your feet hurt, your eyes burn, you need to get home now.

You face Nikki. It’s hard. You want the sidewalk to just swallow you up. It can let you out in a few days when the shame has ebbed a little. She doesn’t let you get away with that for even a second before she rushes forward to wrap you in a hug.

“Are you okay?” she asks quietly.

“I really, really, really want to go home,” you whisper back. “But I do not want to go back in there and look a single person in the eyes.”

She looks at Seokjin and they have what appears to be a very effective silent conversation. He nods, she nods back.

“Stay here,” she tells you. “Get an Uber – I’ll go home with you. Jin will get me in the morning. I’ll just run inside and grab your purse and your coat, okay?”

You close your eyes, practically sagging with relief. “Nikki, you are literally my favorite person on this planet.”

She giggles and gives you a smooch on the cheek, and then hurries inside to hunt for your stuff.

The bar inside is crowded as midnight creeps closer, and Nikki struggles to make her way through the packed dancefloor and over to the table that Jin’s party had claimed. Once there, she starts poking around the coats, looking for your fuzzy one. She is halfway aware of the conversation happening behind her as she picks up one coat after another –

“-boyfriend?”

“Yeah, his name is Ben. We’ve met once or twice. He’s… eh.”

“I hope I didn’t cause an issue… we were just talking.”

Nikki watches out of the corner of her eyes, slowing her coat hunting so she can eavesdrop longer, as Jimin shrugs at this.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Even if you did cause a thing, seems like you probably did her a favor. She could do better.”

“Definitely,” Taehyung agrees, and Jimin slaps his chest playfully.

“Hey, what do you care, anyway? You and Y/N barely even talk. You interested?”

Taehyung opens his mouth to answer this, and then spots Nikki hovering near them, your coat in her hands. He freezes, eyes widening comically, mouth still open, and flushes deep red from the neck up.

Nikki grabs your clutch off the table and waves it at them. “I heard nothing! I know nothing! I came in, I got the coat, I left! Goodbye!”

She leaves them before anyone can reply, pushing back through the crowd, making her way back to your side.

When your alarm goes off in the morning, you reach out and press the button without opening your eyes. You press your face into the flat mattress, breathing, assessing. Nikki is still asleep next to you, snoring lightly. You can hear rain hitting the air conditioner. You do not seem to have a hangover, though they do sometimes sneak up on you once you’re up.

So here you go. It’s morning, and it’s time to get up and live your life. Which is now a life without Ben.

You don’t move, not even lifting your face from the mattress. Finally, you bribe yourself with the promise of so much coffee, and you get up, shuffling towards the bathroom.

Nikki finds you in the living room about half an hour later, the coffee cup between your hands as expected.

“Morning,” you greet her. “There’s coffee. I’ve got juice in the fridge, too.”

“Thank you,” she says, eyes still mostly closed, as she makes her way into the kitchen. You hear the fridge open and then close. She joins you on the couch with a heavy plop, pulling roughly at the blanket you have wrapped around your legs, trying to stick her feet under, too.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, untucking a corner so she can slide her legs under. “Sheesh.”

“It’s cold in here,” she says defensively. Then, “How are you doing?”

You shrug. The honest answer is terrible but you don’t want to say it. “I’m okay. It just feels…. weird.”

She sighs, leaning against you. “I know it isn’t really helpful right now… but I think you did the right thing. And it will feel better, with time.”

She’s right.

It isn’t helpful.

[2:34 pm] Jimin: heyyyy did you make it home safe last night?

[2:37 pm] You: if I didn’t, it’s a little late for you to help!

[2:38 pm] Jimin: why are you like this.

[2:40 pm] You: lololol. Yes, Nikki came home with me, all good. Did we miss anything amazing?

[2:42 pm] Jimin: YES. We switched bars and Tae’s friend Jungkook did karaoke with us and he has THE most amazing voice, I’m not even kidding. It was mindblowing.

[2:46 pm] You: I won’t lie you to, Jimin. I am not sorry that I missed karaoke.

[2:29 pm] Jimin: You are no fun, Y/N. No fun at all.

[2:30 pm] You: rude.

[2:37 pm] Jimin: So like… I’m only asking because I want to make sure you’re alright…. But that looked kind of bad last night. Are you okay???

[2:38 pm] You: ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[2:39 pm] You: can everyone pls just collectively forget that all happened, it’s so embarrassing

[2:40 pm] Jimin: please don’t feel embarrassed, we all care abt u.

[2:42 pm] You: I broke up with him

[2:50 pm] Jimin: Y/N I am SO sorry. I hope you’re doing okay. We love you.

[2:51 pm] You: who is this ‘we’???

[2:52 pm] Jimin: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THISSSSSS

[2:54 pm] You: lololol I love u 2, see you monday

Sunday starts the same as Saturday – a brief second of peace as you first wake up, and then the stomach-pain sadness that comes as you remember.

But you are going to get up, put one foot in front of the other and all that shit, until it feels better.

First, coffee.

You clutch a bit of the hem of your floral dress between your thumb and forefingers and rub it absently. The bald head belonging to the man in front of you mostly blocks your view, but if you lean a little to the left you’d see the most nervous foursome of preteen girls you’ve ever seen in your life, seated with their string instruments on the humble stage at the front of the room.

Sierra’s recital is being held at a cultural center in town, previously a library built before the turn of the century. The high ceilings make for great acoustics, you’ve been told. The string quartet begins their first number again, after one of the girls’ music stands had tipped and dumped her sheet music on the floor. They’d had to stop and regroup, electing to start again. The stand-tipper was still beat red, and the girl to her left looked clammy and sweaty from nerves.

Your phone buzzes on your lap, and you do an honest-to-god double-take when you see the name on your screen.

[11:37 am] WORK – Kim Taehyung: do you think it would make them less nervous if I sang along really off-key?

You wheel your head around, scanning the crowd, eyes wide with disbelief. Is he here? Why? And when the fuck did you put his number in your phone?! You have, truly, zero recollection of that happening.

Your phone buzzes again.

[11:38 am] WORK – Kim Taehyung: other side :)

You peek behind you the other way, more subtly this time, and catch his eyes a few rows back. He grins and you feel yourself smiling back. He jerks his chin towards the empty seat beside him and raises an eyebrow. You don’t even think about it before you are murmuring, “Excuse me,” to the people you have to step over to make your way out to the aisle and back to him.

“Hi,” he whispers, still smiling, when you sit. He smells good. Heel, brain, heel!

“Hello,” you whisper back. “What on Earth are you doing here?”

He points at the stand-tipper, who is still bright red even as their first number comes to a close. “The very stylish tomato up there is my little cousin.”

“Wow,” you say. “I don’t think I love any of my cousins enough to sit through something like this.”

He laughs at this, which causes a few heads to turn. An older lady behind him reaches up and whacks him on the shoulder with her program. He gives her a sheepish face and she sits back again, satisfied with her scolding.

“My aunt,” he explains, voice barely even loud enough to be considered a whisper. You’re watching his lips very closely to understand what he’s saying. No other reason. You nod silently, not wanting to be his aunt’s next victim.

The quartet finishes their second piece, and you clap politely along with the rest of the crowd. As they shuffle off-stage, a little boy replaces them at the piano. You sit and try to listen, try not to sneak sideways glances.

When Sierra’s turn comes, you whisper to Taehyung, “I’m going to tell you two things. One: I love this little human more than anyone on this Earth. Two: this is going to hurt your ears, and I am sorry.”

He stifles a laugh, pressing his lips together in mirth, nodding to show he understands and accepts his fate.

Sierra places the violin under her chin, lifts her bow, but scans the crowd instead of looking at her music stand. You know your mom is in the back, you saw her earlier standing with Sierra as they waited for her turn. But Sierra’s eyes find yours, and you give her the most encouraging smile you can muster up. Taehyung, a total stranger to your Tiny, throws a thumbs-up into her line of view for good measure. She takes a breath… and begins her assault on the eardrums of every person in the building.

You feel your smile freeze on your face, and you cannot look at Taehyung or you will laugh, and if you laugh right now it will shatter your poor baby sister’s heart.

You separate from Taehyung during the reception to find your families. Sierra greets you with a bear hug, and you lift her feet off the ground and swing her a little.

“I’m so proud of you!” you tell her. “You showed that piece who’s boss!”

She giggles, and you set her back on the ground. Your mother comes to hug you, and you return it. You pick at some fruit salad, chasing a very disobedient grape around the tiny paper plate with your plastic fork.

“Who was that you were sitting with?” your mom asks, and you can tell she’s looking at Taehyung across the room. You refuse to follow her gaze.

“Weird coincidence,” you say, still trying to spear the offending grape. “He works with me, he’s in the business office with Jimin. His cousin is the cellist.”

“He is really cute,” Sierra says, so fucking loudly, and you give her a wide-eyed shut up or perish look.

“ANYWAY,” you say loudly, “I’m going to go anywhere but with you two and do anything but talk about this. Goodbye!”

This is you channeling Nikki, for sure, but it works, and you head towards the food table even though you don’t want more food. God, those two! And neither of them even knew you weren’t with Ben anymore! The nerve!

You pour yourself a cup of (sadly, unspiked) punch just to do something. You glance at Taehyung – he’s easy to find across a crowded room, he’s so damn tall – and see he is surrounded by the program-wielding aunt and his little cousin (who is no longer bright red), as well as a beautiful, middle-aged woman who stands with a cane. You watch as Taehyung glances around, then speaks softly to a young man sitting in a folding chair. The younger man stands, and Taehyung ushers the woman with the cane to this seat. You turn and head back to your own little cluster.

“Let’s talk about how great Tiny was!” you say brightly, hoping to steer the conversation into less potentially mortifying waters. “You were so brave! Were you scared?”

“So scared,” she says immediately. “I was shaking! I could barely see the music!”

“It seemed like you knew the notes,” you tell her, seriously.

She nods emphatically. “I memorized it.”

You meet your mother’s gaze, astonished. She smiles at you, clearly proud. “You wouldn’t believe how many hours Sierra spends practicing,” she says. You actually feel a little bad for your mother… there’s a first.

A little bit later, you make your way into the hallway to find the ladies’ room. Your mom had gotten pulled into conversation by Sierra’s teacher and another parent, and the kids themselves had gone outside to run around and ruin their nice clothes. You’re breathing in the silence of the hallway compared to the noisy reception room when you spot Taehyung again, coming in from outside.

“It’s getting ready to pour out there,” he warns you.

“Oh,” you say, surprised. You hadn’t noticed the clouds roll in. “I guess I better get her inside.”

He nods, then looks at his feet, shuffling awkwardly. “Hey, Y/N,” he says, and then stops. You just look at him, wait for him to find his words, having no idea where this was going to go.

“Listen,” he says, and his voice is gentle, “about Friday night…”

“Oh,” you say again. You don’t mean to. It just comes out.

“I wanted to apologize… if I… accidentally…” He is struggling, and you decide to help him out.

“Taehyung, it’s really sweet of you to feel like you need to say sorry, but you have nothing to apologize for. Beyond nothing, seeing as you helped me out with that asshole at the bar. You didn’t do anything wrong. We were just talking, there’s nothing going on here.”

He shuffles more, unconvinced. “I know that, but I think it looked bad. I just can’t help wondering if you had been at the other end of the table with Nikki…”

“Ben and I broke up last night – which I assume you know because Jimin has a big mouth – but I promise it had nothing to do with you. It was… a long time coming. To say the least.”

He meets your eyes, frowning. “I’m still really sorry. I hope you’re okay.”

You nod, looking away, towards the windows that showed the clouds growing darker and darker, threatening to wash it all away. “I will be,” you tell him. <- Ch 1 | Masterpost | Ch 3 -> Bonus: Taehyung's POV

Thank you SO MUCH for being here!!! Every single like means the world to me. Chapter 3 has one of my favorite moments of the whole story, so buckle up!

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princehrry-writings · 3 years ago

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Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

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Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

. * .

“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

. * .

“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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bad boy good thing | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 3, 451

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jungkook whispers against your cheek but it’s nothing like sweet nothings that would comfort you.

No. It’s dirty, it’s relentless when he hooks his fingers upwards against your spongey walls while his other hand clamps on your mouth to keep your gasps at bay. There’s nothing that you can do when he has your pleasure quite literally in the palm of his hands.

“Mmph.” You groan, hips bucking upwards despite your mind telling you that this was wrong, that you weren’t like this.

But Jungkook had a way of clouding your conscience and leading you to unmapped territories when he looks at you with his doe-eyes that looked nothing like innocence but more like trouble.

Jungkook’s absolutely brutal when he finger fucks your pussy until it's squelching within the bathroom walls, nearly overpowering the music from outside. You’re pathetically whining and moaning under him, back stained with sweat while he presses you against the sink. When he looks at you, it’s almost worth it.

Almost.

“This fucking pussy gets wet only for me, yeah?” He growls, eyes barring anomalistically when he releases his other hand from your mouth to grip your chin to look at him.

You can’t control the moan that you let out when he drags his fingertips across the spongey surface of your cunt, your hole fluttering around his long digits that hypnotised you every single time.

“J-Jungkook—” You gasp when he presses his thumb against your clit, your wetness lubricating the movement until your legs shudder around his hips while his eyes zero onto your pussy.

The way he revs up his spit at the back of his throat should’ve been disgusting and you should’ve run for the hills, but Jungkook had a way of making everything you were taught to avoid look appetising because a dollop of his slaver drops directly onto your clit and you feel your stomach clench.

“Fuck. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” He hisses, “Acting so prim and proper on the outside but you just wanna get fucked like a dirty little secret, huh?”

You shake your head when he pounds harder into you that your body is hiking up the sink with the force he’s exerting into shoving his fingers into your pussy. Tears of ecstasy or shame—you don’t know—but they’re accumulating at the edge of your eyes and threatening release, just like your orgasm that’s impending.

“You’re a liar.” He spits at you and it’s not as malicious as it should be because he’s smirking, a grin so menacing but addictive that you can’t help your dazed eyes that fall onto his face.

Your hand is gripping his shoulder while the other holds onto the sink because your pussy is spasming around his fingers and your wetness is everywhere. It’s on his jeans, fingers, and the remnants of your juice taint his lips—and you feel your stomach clench harder while your mind grows fuzzier.

“N-Not lying.” You whimper.

Jungkook scoffs like he doesn’t believe you, “You’re a liar. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? What’s everyone going to think if they see you fucked out with just my fingers?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he leans down in one sudden motion that you can’t even catch up with and envelopes your throbbing bud into his mouth and sucks. Sucks so hard that you scream and you’re sure the partygoers know exactly what’s going on in the bathroom.

“Jungkook!” You scream, clutching his hair.

He chuckles darkly against your pussy but doesn’t relent his actions. The dark locks between your thighs make everything much harder to focus on, but all you can feel and see in Jungkook.

“N-No—I c-can’t—fuck!—” You’re not pushing him away but your hips are unconsciously grinding against his mouth when he finger fucks your pussy all while giving you the beautiful stimulation from his hot mouth.

“You’re going to cum for me and drench my face, yeah?” He mumbles into your pussy but it’s nothing short of demanding, “Gonna eat your fucking pussy clean.”

You’re so close, so so close and Jungkook feels it. He’s generous today, hooking his fingers deeper, and harder until—

“Fuck!” You scream.

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, knowing he’s found it. And Jungkook is someone who doesn’t stop when he knows he’s doing well, he just goes harder. That’s exactly what he does that pushes you over the edge.

He hooks his fingers until you’re nearly lifted off the sink, but his hand presses against your stomach to keep you still, prolonging the intense feeling of pleasure mixed with pain.

“J-Jungkook—f-fuck, I—can’t—p-please—I’m c-cumming—” You’re a blubbering mess and you’re outwardly crying, and Jungkook loves the tears that stream down your face as a result of his hard work on your pussy.

“Cum for me pretty.” He rubs your clit vigorously as he pulls away just to see you unravel.

And you do, so intensely and captivatingly that Jungkook nearly cums himself on the spot. But you were a sight to behold when your face contorts in pleasure, pussy clenching uncontrollably while you spurt the evidence of your orgasm all over the sink and onto Jungkook’s clothes.

Your orgasm is all too long and too short, but it’s good. It sends you away to a spiral of acute gratification that doesn’t disappoint. You barely make out Jungkook’s darkened but pleased expression when your body shudders from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When you come down, and you blink your eyes to come back to the world—the first thing you see is Jungkook’s stained shirt like he spilled water on it but it was just the proof of your arousal and his effort.

Jungkook tugs you close to make sure you see the way he sticks his three fingers into his mouth, smirking at your wide eyes.

“Good girls taste the best.” He hums.

You blush despite the fact he’s seen the worst and best parts of you, hiding away from his keen gaze when he leans down to chase your lips.

“The p-party.” You mumble.

Jungkook scoffs with a wicked grin on his face, “Bet everyone heard how loud you get for me.”

You grimace at the thought of walking out there, where your friends and peers are after the session Jungkook put you through with the redness on your cheeks that could only allude to one thing.

And what you did with Jungkook comes crashing down onto you all at once, even if your stomach still flutters at the pleasure he’s given you. You weren’t like this. You didn’t follow men into bathrooms and let them stick their fingers into your pussy just so you could chase your high. You didn’t let men like Jungkook touch you the way he did when he squeezed your cheeks to look at him.

You broke all of the rules you made for yourself, compartmentalised in your brain—and you can only blame—

“Jungkook.” You say softly, eyes looking up to him and you’re sure he sees your dried tears, “This has to stop.”

For the second time of the night, Jungkook looks like he doesn’t believe you. And that’s probably because you don’t even believe yourself.

Jungkook smirks, “You say that every time it’s over but you’re the one looking for me when I’m gone.”

“I don’t look for you.” You frown.

He scoffs.

“You don’t? Then why would the esteemed _____ who sets the fucking curve all the damn time turn up at a house party where she doesn’t belong?”

You purse your lips and look away. You both knew that parties were not your thing and definitely not one where a bunch of drunk college students was involved.

“You know the only reason I’m here tonight is because of Jimin and Tae.” You snap.

He rolls his eyes before caging you into the sink, and you realise that your skirt is still lifted up—wetness sticking your thighs together in an uncomfortable way that makes you wince.

“And where are they now?” He sneers, looking at you in a mocking manner.

You clench your fists by your side and try to look brave in front of Jungkook. There was no reason why he had this effect on you when you were older than him when he used to worship the ground you walked on when you were children. Now that the tables were turned you had no clue how to navigate it.

“They’re—they’re …” You appeal helplessly, “Does it matter?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek in a way that you noted came from a childhood habit turned attractive, and you hate yourself even more for feeling your heart flutter.

“That’s what I thought.” Jungkook snorts.

He pushes himself off the sink and away from you, and you unconsciously find yourself chasing him. Jungkook notices this but chooses to just smirk at you. You try to glare at him and convince both of you that you didn’t want him, that you wouldn’t come back.

But when Jungkook cups your jaw with his right hand and brings his lips to yours before he leaves, you know that choice was never yours, to begin with.

Sana approaches you out of the blue after one of your lectures and you know something is up when her eyebrows are raised.

“Hey, ____!”

You turn around, nearly slamming into her when she steadies herself, eyes inquisitive with a knowing smile that you don’t like.

Sana was one of those people in college that you were friends with purely for convenience. She was in a few of your lectures and somehow always ended up in your group during projects; so it was strategic for you to maintain an amicable relationship with her.

You thought you could see yourself being good friends with her, but she was far too extroverted and involved in campus affairs. Not that was a bad thing—but it was bad for your social ineptness and lack of engagement in social settings. And the fact that wherever she went, gossip seemed to follow.

“Sana.” You greet with a small smile.

She nudges your shoulders before the two of you fall into similar steps as you make your way out of the lecture hall.

“How have you been?” You know it’s small talk and that she’s easing you in, which only settles the anxiety further at the pit of your stomach.

“I’ve been busy.” You shrug, “Mid-terms are around the corner.”

She snorts, “By corner you mean two months down the road and you’re just being an overachiever?”

You blush at being called out and you know she meant no ill-intent. She laughs at your reaction while you offer her a sheepish smile in return.

“It’s always good to be prepared.”

She nods her head as the two of you approach the outdoor student lounge where a few other college kids were either dozing off or typing away on their laptops for last-minute assignments.

“So I heard …” Sana trails off and you sigh knowingly, already somewhat prepared.

“You heard …?” You parrot.

“You and Jeon are close, right?”

You stop in your tracks when you hear his name, as you feel her stop right behind you while you tuck your laptop to your chest.

“J-Jeon?”

Sana nods when you turn around to face her. You hope she isn’t as observant as you think she is because your face is undoubtedly red right now.

“Yeah. Jungkook.” She reaffirms.

“We’re … we grew up together.” You tell her, “With Jimin and Taehyung.”

You made sure to include your other two friends because you didn’t like where the conversation was going, and you needed to ensure there was some form of distance established between you and Jungkook, not wanting to further entangle yourself with him than you already are.

She raises an eyebrow, “So you’re close?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I guess you could say that. We went to the same high school so it was natural for our paths to cross.”

Sana nods her head slowly as if processing the information.

“Why—”

“But you’re older than him, right?” She asks with a tilt of her head.

You blink at her, then you nod. Redness on your cheeks already appearing.

“Yeah. B-But … I mean by only two years. It’s not like that’s a lot.” You say defensively.

You weren’t sure why you felt the need to clarify that because there was no reason why Sana needed to know that you were just two years older than Jungkook. It was the type of information that was unnecessary and redundant given that she clearly pointed out the fact you were older.

Sana hums before looking at you with knowing eyes, but you try to pretend like you don’t see it.

“And you’ve never fooled around before?”

Her question makes you choke and causes heat to rapidly rush to your cheeks.

“What?” You cry, “Of course not!”

Sana looks at you dryly before schooling herself with a neutral smile.

“None at all?” She pries, “But he’s so hot?”

You roll your eyes, already wanting to leave the conversation, knowing it wasn’t the wisest decision to have allowed it to prolong this far after Jungkook’s name was brought up.

“He’s like a litter brother to me.” You snap.

You hate that you know you’re lying through your teeth because you would have not let a little brother do the things Jungkook has done to you.

Sana nods, sides of her lips twitching upwards at your answer.

You sigh, “What is this about?”

She waves you off.

“Just wanted to know if he was single.”

You raise an eyebrow, heart nearly stopping at the insinuation.

“Okay …?”

Sana smiles up at you like she wasn’t interrogating you on your apparent relationship with Jungkook, a young boy turned bad with the realism of college-hood and social interactions that you can’t even compare him to the boy you knew from high school; all awkward and limbs.

“My friend’s asking. You know Jennie?”

You almost turn pale. Because of course, you know Jennie because she’s beautiful, popular, outgoing and everything that you weren’t; and everything Jungkook should’ve liked—and you were sure he did.

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter.

“She always thought you two were together so she never made her move. At least I can tell her that isn’t the case.” Sana chirps.

“Y-Yeah … you can.” You mumble, eyes looking away and the only thing plaguing your mind is the visual of Jennie and Jungkook together.

“But I always did try to tell her that she was in her head about the two of you.” Sana laughs.

You turn around, and your heart knows you should keep your mouth shut but you were always too curious for your own good.

“Oh?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Sana shrugs, “I mean. You’re top of the class, Ms. Student President and always put together. And not to say Jungkook isn’t but … he’s not exactly like you, you know?”

You know that. Because every time you look at old pictures of you and Jungkook you already felt the disparity, the clear-cut chase that he was at the top of the food chain while you were always left with the leftovers. You weren’t the type of girl that hung around Jungkook’s circle and he wasn’t the type of person you would hang out with.

The two of you weren’t young anymore and Jimin and Taehyung weren’t able to be that bridge between the both of you either. You and Jungkook were so drastically different and it scared you because you remember a time where you thought he was the endgame.

“I guess you’re right.” You say softly.

“Anyways. Sorry for bothering you!” Sana smiles before tugging her bag over her shoulder and offering you a small wave before she darts off in the other direction.

You’re left standing in the middle of the lounge with a heavier sense of dread on your shoulders, and the image of Jennie in your mind. She’s pretty. And you bet she’s nice too, but fun enough for Jungkook to want. Nothing like you.

But you shake your head off with the thoughts. You didn’t even deserve to think about this because Jungkook was never yours. Even if he tempts you with his words and his scalding touch, you were just someone familiar to him.

He didn’t want you.

You purse your lips and will yourself not to shed a tear in public, so you quickly turn on your heel to head towards the library; where the world is a lot quieter.

“Did you see this?” Jimin leans closer to shove his phone in front of your face.

You frown and ignore him, but he’s like an annoying brother who won’t budge when he waves the device even more.

“What?” You snap, eyes shut in irritation.

“Damn. Who pissed in your cereal?” Jimin mutters.

You roll your eyes and sigh, looking at him with a softer expression.

“Sorry.” You wince, “I just had a bad day and … I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have unloaded it on you.”

Jimin smiles at you pitifully before turning to face you, placing his phone downwards on the table.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You think about what’s been bothering you and you can only think of Jungkook. How he pretended like he didn’t know you after he fingered you in the bathroom at a party. How Sana didn’t think you and Jungkook were possible. How Jennie was interested and she was gorgeous. How Jungkook would be too.

“Nah.” You wave him off, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

Jimin eyes you sceptically but you rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You sure?”

You nod, before cocking your head to his phone.

“What did you want to show me?”

He blinks at his phone and then picks it up, already in a different mood when he opens his device to his Instagram page.

“Did you know Kook and Jennie were a thing?” Is the first thing you hear after Jimin shows you a video that makes your heart drop into your stomach.

It’s Jungkook—and Jennie.

But that’s not it.

They’re kissing, quite passionately and people are egging them on when Jungkook slips a leg between her thighs while he cradles her face against his own. You see people cheering and hollering when Jungkook slips his tongue into her mouth, and Jennie smiling against the kiss.

It was at the party. The party where he fingered you and kissed you on the lips before he proceeded to pretend like he didn’t know you and disappear.

You wonder how you missed all of that.

“______?” Jimin calls out to you.

You blink up at him before he looks at you with a confused yet concerned expression.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks.

You clear the lump in your throat, and your point is proven. They do look good together.

“I-I …” You mumble, “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Jimin doesn’t believe you and he sets his phone down, but before he can say anything a new figure joins you at the table by slamming their stuff down.

When you look up, you see Jungkook—and it hurts so badly when you recognise his cocksure smirk with his eyes trained on your face.

“What are the two of you whispering about?” He snorts, settling into his seat.

Before Jimin can say anything, you push yourself up abruptly that startles both Jimin and Jungkook.

“I have to go.” You blurt.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, “Are you really okay—”

“Yes.” You say tightly, packing your belongings as quickly as you can without sparing Jungkook another glance.

“You’re not even going to say hi?” Jungkook asks, and if you were in a better headspace then you’d hear the slight irritation in his tone.

You purse your lips, but still, keep your eyes away from him. You don’t respond to him, and neither do you flatter Jimin’s concerned stare.

But before you can leave, Jimin grabs your wrist and your breath hitches, head-turning slowly to face him while you ignore Jungkook’s heavy gaze on you.

“Text me?” He says softly.

You knew from Jimin’s eyes that he’s worried, and you felt slightly guilty for leaving him behind like this when you promised him to study. But you couldn’t be around Jungkook right now. Not when your mind was everywhere and you were confused about everything.

Not when the video exists.

“I will.” You reply, equally as soft.

You tug your hands away and don’t spare Jungkook another glance before you’re rushing out of the library, the lump in your throat more apparent than ever.

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