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animeomegas · 3 years

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MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

#neji x reader #omega!neji #alpha!reader #alpha reader #a/b/o #omegaverse #tw:grief #reader insert #headcanons #naruto #alpha x omega #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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helenazbmrskai · 3 years

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Icing On The Cake (M)

Pairing – Popular! Seokjin x Reader

Genre – Happy Death Day AU, Horror Comedy, E2L, University/College AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fuckboy/Frat Boy AU

Summary – [The thing is, you’re stuck in this time loop with none other than Kim fucking Seokjin. It’s not that you occasionally didn’t fantasise about choking him but you wouldn’t execute your actions. You’re not a murderer but someone on campus is. The list of suspects is endless. Can you two live through the day until tomorrow comes?]

Warnings – Major character death (obvi), blood mention, fatal injury (non descriptive), killer on the loose, PLOT TWIST, time loop, fantasy, horror elements but it’s mild, positive character development, multiple sex scenes, dom! jin, throat/face fucking, throat bulge, oral (f and m), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, crying kink, unprotected rough sex (stay safe!), doggy, questionable decisions because there’s no tomorrow, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, lots of kisses, making out, hair pulling, manhandling, dry humping, marking/hickeys, sweet and slow protected sex, love confession, body worship

Word Count – (11k)

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Author note. I’m proud to introduce you to my big baby (it’s my fic but Jin is my big baby too) I combined two of my favourite things in this and you guessed it right! It’s bts and horror films! You don’t need to see the film to understand the plot but I really recommend this for those who are up for a little spooky time (I love that movie so much and it’s not that scary it’s funny too!) I hope those who are big fans of dom! jin has a lovely fill with this.

⤷ Part of Fics On Screen, Horror Movie Special

The ringing in your ears worsens when you open your eyes. You feel like shit and catching yourself in the mirror right next to the foot of the bed confirms that you look as shitty as you feel.

You try to flop on your back but something holds you back or rather someone’s hands keep your movements restrained. Crooked fingers and some neatly cut fingernails make a horrifying realisation set in your dream fogged brain. You don’t have a mirror facing your bed but you know someone who would do such a thing.

”Shit! Tell me I’m still dreaming.” You groan, your face is buried in the sheets it even smells like him.

”Stop wriggling.” Your body freezes when you hear his raspy voice from behind you. His arms hold you tighter to his chest and you feel every muscle and tendon as he flexes his biceps to keep you in place.

You do what everyone else would do in a situation like this. You scream. Ok, maybe not everyone but every sane person! You’re not like this. They would catch you rather dead than in Kim Seokjin’s bed. The memory of last night is a bit hazy. The worst is that you don’t remember how you ended up here.

”Ugh. Can you keep it down? You sound like someone is murdering you.” You roll your eyes when Seokjin just pulls the comforter over his head, he abandoned holding you the minute you screamed right next to his ears. Serves him right. Now at least you’re free. It’s a good sign that you have your undergarments on with a big shirt on top that undoubtedly belongs to this annoying man in front of you.

”What the fuck I’m doing in your room?!” You look around for your jeans and shirt like a madwoman. Ignoring how nice Seokjin still manages to look in the morning or how nice his shirt smells. His hair is a mess but a cute mess. It’s not what important right now though. You need to keep going and leave before anyone sniffs out that you were here.

It’s a weekday you need to get ready asap so you can still catch your morning class! You curse when you see the time, well you’re already late but you can still catch the next one!

You almost fall on top of him as you try to pull your pants up but you manage to keep your balance before that could happen. You fucking knew that you shouldn’t have let Jimin persuade you to go to that Kappa party last night. What’s even worse is that you wake up right in the arms of your arch nemesis!

”Calm down woman. Jeez. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. We didn’t do anything. We were a little drunk but I remember Jimin leaving you under my care since your dorm closed by the time the party ended.” It does help you calm down a little. Seokjin is a popular kid and you would have hated to become the new rumour around campus.

”Happy fucking birthday dipshit! Oh, you’re not alone my bad milady. Nice bra by the way.” Taehyung has the audacity to wink at the end of his sentence not bothering to excuse himself when you fumble around with your shirt. Now great. Thanks to Taehyung’s mouth everyone will know that you were in Seokjin’s room nonetheless shirtless!

This is not what it looks like but knowing the other casanova who is undoubtedly Seokjin’s best friend and left brain cell your words would fall on deaf ears even if you tried.

”Wait. Today is your birthday?” You turn to Seokjin who by now sat up on his bed and lazily smiled at your confused face.

”Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.” Seokjin shrugs and you’re surprised to find him so nonchalant about the whole ordeal. He’s the fleshiest person you know. There’s no way he’s not grabbing the opportunity to throw a big party and wait for his fangirls (with that insufferable smirk of his) to drown him in gifts and affection. It almost looks like he doesn’t like to celebrate the day he was born. What are the odds for that to happen?

Weird but not your problem so you just nod and hurry to get the last pieces of your clothing. Taehyung watches your every move as you hastily pull up your converse shoes from his position leaning next to the doorframe. What a gentleman. You try to astral project from their chit-chat as you desperately want to leave the scene and pretend like this never happened. They don’t make it easy for you either as they both watch you fumble around with hawk eyes.

”Hope to see you around more Y/N.” Taehyung calls out and you answer by slamming the door shut behind you on their faces. Fuck, did you just get a glimpse of Seokjin shirtless? Ugh, this is the worst day of your life!

This is your first time experiencing the infamous walk of shame as you practically run-walk out of his infamous frat house.

They probably think that you’re a whore now but it could be worse. Not that it matters what Kappa pretty boys think of you – those who you’re closest to know your nature. You think that experiencing it once is more than enough for your upcoming college years.

”Park fucking Jimin!” You yell as soon as you rip the door open to your dorm room. You’re unphased when you find a naked girl sleeping next to him as your loud voice steers her awake.

Any other time you would respect him and his girl for the night but today you’re out for blood. You can’t believe he trusted your drunk ass with Kim Seokjin of all people! He could have asked anyone! Yoongi, Namjoon even mother forking Jeon Jungkook to take care of you! Ok, maybe not Jungkook but literally anyone else would have been better and more trustworthy.

”Oh, Y/N. You’re back early.” Jimin stretches like your eyes are not glowing red from anger or maybe he ignores it. The duvet around his waist slips dangerously low that you almost get an eyeful of his morning wood. Thanks to your quick reflexes you turn on your heels before he could flash you though.

”Just so you know, you’re dead to me.” You call out to him before your grip on the doorknob tightens and you decide it’s time for you to leave.

You could faintly hear your best friend whine that you wait a minute to let him grab his clothes so you could talk but you’re out of the front door before he could even kick out his one night stand. If it was possible your ears would be steaming.

You get your stuff from the room next door and leave to at least attend your third class. During the lecture, you get multiple messages from him but you leave him on read. This is what he gets for letting you leave with Seokjin.

Near the end of the class, your phone vibrates again and you expect another apology text from Jimin to ignore but you’re surprised to see Seokjin’s name light up on your screen instead.

[14:32 PM] (Sucks)Jin hey y/n you left your earring on my nightstand it looks fancy so I thought I should let you know

[14:35 PM] Me fuck thx it was a present from my mother so don’t you dare mix it up somewhere!

[14:40 PM] (Sucks)Jin easy tiger come by later and you’ll get your precious earrings back

[14:41 PM] Me do I have to go to your room?? can’t you just bring it to me? my class will end soon

[14:43 PM] (Sucks)Jin no can do sweetheart I have a meeting with someone soon but you can catch me at tonight's party

[14:44 PM] Me ugh fine!

[14:45 PM] (Sucks)Jin good girl 😉 see you tonight

[14:45 PM] Me call me that again and I’ll punch you square in the face

[14:46 PM] (Sucks)Jin ooh kinky 🤪

You decide to not reply to his last message and tune back into the last minutes of the lecture.

Your phone signalled another text coming in but you turned your device to silent mode and packed your pens into your fancy mermaid pencil case knowing that you won’t need it to take notes once the professor started to review today's lesson.

Your head is still pounding as you exit the building. You sure as hell won’t drink for a while. You feel like death. Knowing that Yoongi always has a bag of medicine for emergencies like this you make your way to Spring Day the cosy cafe next to the IT buildings.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee already alleviates your headache. You’re relieved to see Yoongi behind the counter once you step in line. You’re the last customer so he can chat while he makes your drink.

”Wild night?” It’s Yoongi who speaks first. It’s the usual disinterest that makes people think that he doesn’t give a fuck and those who know him already know that he doesn’t give a fuck.

”Oh, you have no idea.” You massage your temples as you think back to how it was waking up in Seokjin’s room this morning. You push your weight into the counter from your side as you watch Yoongi’s skilled fingers make your cappuccino with extra shoots.

”Need some Advil?” You smile when he pours extra milk into your coffee without asking.

”Yes please.” Yoongi nods and places your drink in front of you. The bell rings at the front letting everyone inside the coffee shop know that there’s a new customer but Yoongi doesn’t really care as he searches for the pain medicine inside his bag. You immediately frown when you see Jimin push the glass door open. He drank more than you yesterday how does he look so good? It isn’t fair. His blond hair is perfect and even his slightly red nose is cute.

You turn back to face Yoongi before you could make eye contact. You’re still mad at him for abandoning you.

”Y/N, Look at meee.” Jimin grabs your arm and keeps swinging it in the air to make you look at him but you’re stubborn. Just like him, unfortunately. He’ll pester you until you eventually give in.

”Come on! You can’t be still mad at me. Jin promised me that he won’t do anything. He didn’t touch you riiight?”

Yoongi chuckles when you ignore your friend and instead thank him for the Advil. You bring the medicine to your lips with your unoccupied hand and wash it down with some coffee.

”Yoongi tell him that I’m perfectly fine but I’m still mad. I won’t forgive him so easily.” Jimin whines when you don’t address him directly he keeps pulling your arm but you don’t give in. Realises just now how mad you are.

”Don’t insert me into your childish games.” Yoongi answers with a notorious roll of his eyes that makes schoolgirls avert their gazes at how intimidating he looks. You know they’re still crushing on him hard though, it’s his charming point. Everyone who knows him however aware that he’s a big softie on the inside.

You sip your coffee silently while your best friend follows you around like a lost puppy as you settle down to one of the tables near the window. He’s such an attention seeker. This is the best punishment suitable for his extrovert ass when you ignore him. Works like a charm every time.

Yoongi makes Jimin’s to-go drink without him placing an order seeing that he’s busy with begging for your forgiveness. It’s time for his lunch break anyway so he leaves the counter to join your table and leave the orders to his coworker. He always says that he doesn’t watch tv since he met you and Jimin freshman year. He sees enough drama in real life from you.

”So what has your panties in a twist?” Yoongi grins from over the lid of his cup, both of you ignore how Jimin whines when you answer Yoongi’s question but ignore his.

”I woke up with this immense headache and what do I see? It’s fucking Kim Seokjin holding me like I’m his personal teddy bear!” You grow quieter as you see one of his minions enter the cafe in the middle of your rant. They can’t know about this morning if you don’t want to fistfight those plastic barbies.

”So you became cuddle buddies what’s the big deal?” Yoongi shrugs. You don’t know why but you suddenly remember that today is his birthday. You would never admit it out loud but it makes you sad how neutral he talked about his own birthday he should celebrate it with his friends and family. You shake the thoughts away when you suddenly remember the humiliation of Kim Taehyung seeing you in your bra. You bet that the whole campus knows that he caught you in his best friends room in a compromising position.

”Oh it’s not everything! Taehyung burst through the door when I was changing into my shirt and he said I have a nice bra! Can you fucking believe the nerve of this guy. No wonder they’re best buds.”

”Which bra are we talking about?” Jimin asks like he’s genuinely curious. The next second they burst out laughing. You really need to find new friends.

”You two stop laughing! This is serious!” You hit both of their shins under the table that does the trick. You were told that your kicks are lethal.

”Ugh and I’ll have to go to that Kappa party to get my earrings back too. This day can’t get any worse.” You drown the last bits of your coffee and get ready to head back now that you don’t have more classes.

”If I were you I wouldn’t think much of it. Everyone knows that he’s a playboy. No one will believe that you actually slept with him you goody two shoes.” Yoongi affectionately flicks your forehead and without waiting for your answer he grabs all three cups and dumps them into the bin behind the counter. You’re used to him presenting his reassuring words as insults so you don’t fret about it much and nod in acknowledgement.

”I still think he has the biggest crush on you though.” You snort as Jimin keeps insisting all these years that the popular playboy actually likes you. It’s not kindergarten anymore if he really likes you like your friend suggests then he would have just asked you out like a normal person and stopped playing these childish games to get a rise out of you. He’s a playboy yes, absolutely but he doesn’t deceive the girls he sleeps with if he wants sex he says so he’s direct like that. That’s why you can’t accept Jimin’s reasoning on the subject.

You end Jimin’s punishment on your way back to your dorms after he promises he’ll treat you to some greasy Mc’donalds and he leaves after he made sure you’re really not mad anymore.

You spend the rest of your afternoon doing your chores and once you’re done with cleaning and the dishes are left out to dry you stay in bed and watch some animal documentaries you find online. However, the dreaded time comes sooner than you would have liked.

You grab your fluffiest jumper and lock up to meet with Seokjin and finally get your earrings back.

It’s cold and dark. You always hated how this part of the campus has fewer street lamps it makes the route to Kappa a lot creepier. Keeping your steps light and quick you find yourself in front of the frat house in no time, the blaring music can be heard even from outside.

You inhale deeply and knock steeling your nerves for the night. The door swings open right after and you find yourself face to face with a very drunk Jungkook. He’s too shitfaced to tell you where you can find Seokjin so you ask around a little before someone could give you a coherent direction.

You’re pissed that you have to take a detour to his room when you already told him you don’t want to go all the way there. He better have your earrings as he promised or you’ll give him a piece of your mind.

”Kim Seokjin!” You start yelling but the words get stuck in your throat when you open the door and see what’s inside. There’s someone there. The person is sitting on Seokjin’s hip and you automatically think that you disturbed him in the middle of his fuck but then this person turns around and he’s wearing a mask. It’s a traditional Japanese mask that you can’t think of its name from the top of your head but it’s not what’s important at the moment.

”Oh my god.” Your hand comes up to cover your mouth as you quiver out the words. Blood. So much blood.

The masked person charges towards you and you close your eyes on instinct to get ready for the blow but he just storms out and pushes you out of the way. Even behind your closed eyes, you can see how he was hovering over Seokjin’s body a bloodied kitchen knife in his hand.

”Y- Y/N.”

You rush to Seokjin’s side when you hear his weak voice call out to you. You’re frantic your shaking hands try to push on the wounds to prevent him from bleeding out but he has so many cuts on his torso.

”Oh, no, no.” You look around for something to help you but your mind is a mess, too stressed to come up with a good solution. At last, you take off your jumper and use it to soak up the blood and keep the wounds pressed down. ”Stay with me Jin. Everything will be alright. Just stay with me.” He grunts as the pain intensifies. He places one hand on your wrist and holds it firmly.

You can see in his eyes that he’s scared. His grip on your hand tightens when the first drops of tears slide down your cheeks. You can’t call 911 if you let go he’ll definitely bleed out. You don’t know what to do as you hold him between your arms his eyes are getting droopy even though you can barely see through your tears you know that he’s going to die. Even if you yell at the top of your lungs for help no one will hear you through the blaring music coming from downstairs.

He lost so much blood already. His lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You lower your head to press your ears near his mouth but the world goes dark before you could understand his words all you can make out is: ”T-” and then it’s gone.

You’re panting and your heart is hammering out of your chest when your eyes pop open. You hear a grunt next to you and suddenly you remember everything. The blood. The person with a mask. Seokjin dying in your arms.

”Jin!” You shout his name. Your loud voice startles him. He creaks one eye open to take in your distract features. He’s stunned you look terrified.

”Are you alright?” You forcefully drag the comforter off his body to search for any injuries. He just lays there frozen as you touch his arms and abdomen you even pull up his shirt to take a peek.

”What’s wrong Y/N?” Seokjin catches your hands urging you to look at him but you’re still hysterically checking for wounds. This can’t be! You saw it! He was dying in your arms and you couldn’t do anything about it! He would have cracked a joke but seeing real fear in your eyes instead made him worry and keep his mouth shut. He never saw you so scared before and you keep asking if he’s alright.

He’s even more confused when you hug him it sends you both colliding with his mattress again right after he managed to sit up.

”Hey I don’t know what’s wrong but it’s alright. It was just a bad dream.” It’s the only thing he could come up with that you were having a nightmare. It certainly felt like one. It left you disoriented. Seokjin’s lips form a straight line as you keep shaking between his arms you look so vulnerable like this.

You eventually get yourself together and let go of him. You even blush when Jin asks you if you’re alright.

The mirror, even the shirt on your body and the clothes on the floor makes you feel an intense case of deja vu. You wriggle on your jeans silently avoiding eye contact with Jin too flustered after the show you put on and he keeps regarding you with worry in his eyes.

You pull Seokjin’s shirt over your head when – ”Happy fucking birthday dipshit! Oh, you’re not alone my bad milady. Nice bra by the way.” The edge of the shirt slips from your grip covering your upper half again as you stare at Taehyung by the door. How did you know he’ll fucking say that? Are you going crazy?

”Today is your birthday?” Your question slips out before you could think. You’re still out of it. It’s quiet in the room as you wait for his answer holding your breath. Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.

”Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.” Your eyes widen. Holly shit. This has to be more than a coincidence.

”Uh, I have to go.” You don’t bother changing your shirt as you walk past Taehyung and leave a bewildered Seokjin behind. You remember how this day went. It was freaking yesterday! The same walk of shame. The same football hitting you straight in the head while you were walking back to your dorm and the same girl sleeping in your best friend’s bed when you open his door. This. Day. Fucking. Happened. So why are you reliving it again? Was it just a nightmare like Seokjin said? But it doesn’t answer how you knew that Taehyung will barge in when you change or know that it’s Jin’s birthday today.

You get your stuff and sit through the same lecture hearing the same lesson like before. It can’t be your imagination.

You even get the same texts from Jimin and Seokjin texts you later to remind you that he has your earrings. After he mentioned your earrings you knew that it wasn’t a dream. Someone fucking murdered Kim Seokjin last night! He died right in front of you!

You look around weirdly as you enter the coffee shop and Yoongi could tell by one glance that something is bothering you. You order the same drink like before and Yoongi pours the extra milk like prompted. It’s official. You’re going crazy.

”Wild Night?” You keep glaring at your coffee and Yoongi grows even more concerned when you don’t reply.

”It’s just a theory but let’s imagine that- that this day happened before. That you’re in a time loop or something. What would you do?” Yoongi raises one eyebrow at your absurd question but like the good friend he is he actually gives it a thought but before he could answer Jimin appears and janks on your arm.

”Y/N! You can’t just open my door and leave without saying anything. Is it about last night? Seokjin promised that he won’t do anything.” You take a big sip from your drink. This is too much for you to handle. Why does this have to happen to you? What’s more important it’s not you who got murdered why is that only you can remember?

”Sorry I have to go somewhere.” You shake Jimin’s grip off your arm. The boys watch your back disappear and leave without another word. You’re acting strange and your two friends share a look that confirms they both think this is not how you normally act. You ignored your best friend before but this time it doesn’t seem that simple. You look like you have seen a ghost.

You know where to go. Your first idea is to go to the library. You only know one person who is smarter than you and you need all the brain cells that you can get. You find him with his nose buried in a book about atom physics. He looks up to stretch his arms that’s how he spots you.

”Y/N. Done for the day?” Your anxiety melts away when he shows you his dimpled smile you almost forget why you had to come here. Almost. You try to smile back but you were never good at pretending that everything is alright when it’s not. Namjoon pushes his glasses up his nose and makes room for you to sit next to him.

”Joon. I need your help but please promise me that you won’t laugh or think that I’m crazy.” Namjoon can recognise how desperate you are so of course he promises he won’t laugh.

”Y/N, you’re an intelligent woman, nothing that you say will make me think that you’re crazy.” You relax when Namjoon places a comforting hand on your shoulder. You take a deep breath and tell him everything that happened. Your friend listens without interruptions even though you can see his brows furrow when you mention reliving this day again.

The silence is killing you. You think he won’t answer after fifteen minutes pass but then he surprises you with his next words.

”Ok, so what happens next?” Your eyes are big like a fish as you stare at him. You could cry. He fucking believes you!

”I don’t know. This is just the second time this day happens. But Joon I’m scared. What if I really got stuck in a time loop?” You desperately clung to his sleeve, this whole situation makes you angsty. Your head hurt a lot more than yesterday and you already got medicine from Yoongi.

”Just to make sure I got everything. The day started again right after Seokjin died right?” You shudder when you remember what happened. The blood. The way his eyes closed and his body grow limp in your arms. You shake the image out of your head and nod. You got knocked out right after he died and woke up in his bed not a second later. It doesn’t make any sense.

”He might be the key for you to get out of this time loop. Find out who wants to kill him.” You flop on your chair and groan so loud that the librarian warns you to keep it down. You don’t have to say that you ignore it. Getting banned from the library is not your biggest problem at the moment. It doesn’t matter anyway if the day repeats itself again. It’s like this day never happened!

”There’s a single soul in this campus who wouldn’t want to kill him? There are just so many suspects Joon. I don’t even know all the names of the boyfriends of the girls he railed.”

This sounds like a lost cause already. It’s not like you haven’t thought about choking him but you’re not a murderer. How are you supposed to catch one? Seokjin will never believe you either so you can’t even ask for his help. Your headache is getting out of hand too.

”I know it sounds impossible but what else can you do? If you think about it now you have infinite chances to find out. Follow him around the killer will be in his vicinity anyways.”

That’s true you give Namjoon that. ”Thanks for believing me. Even if you don’t I feel better now that I talked to you.” Namjoon’s deep chuckle makes a small smile appear on your face, he hugs you back tightly as if he tries to say everything will be alright. Ok, now you’re determined.

You will fucking find out who wants to kill Seokjin and you’ll give him a run for his money. Or her. Who knows. It could be a jealous one night stand. You use the afternoon to write down all the names that you can think about from the top of your head. You wasted enough time of the day leaving you with not much chance to spy on them so instead, you go to the party a lot earlier than before. Maybe if you stick to his side the whole night he won’t get murdered and the loop will end.

You pat yourself on the back after cooking up this genius idea on your way to the frat house. Unfortunately, even if you arrived earlier it takes time before someone could tell you where to find him and he wasn’t in his room the first time you checked. You find him unconscious in his bathroom later he has your earrings in his hands that makes you think he was about to grab it when you texted him you’ll come and pick it up.

You have less time with him till his eyes close and his breathing ceases. You still cry for him the second time. Everything goes dark and then you’re up again. You’re less confused to wake up in his bed but watching him die the second time makes bile rise in your throat and you make a beeline for the bathroom to get everything out. Jin holds your hair while you puke. He thinks you’re just hungover. Tears are streaming down your face but you’re not sure if it’s because of vomiting or it’s because of something else.

You wash out the taste with water and grab your pants. You don’t even have to look this time to know where it was.

”Happy fucking-” You halt Taehyung before he could finish and you roll your eyes pushing him out to get out of his room too.

”Happy fucking birthday dipshit, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it a million times before!” You storm out angrily and they look after you like you just grew another head or something.

”How did she know that’s what I wanted to say?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side in question but Seokjin doesn’t have an answer to tell. He lets Taehyung whine about wanting to throw a small party for his birthday but Jin wholeheartedly denies his request just like every other year as he gets ready to go to class.

This time you decide to skip all that shit and start right away, you heard that lecture twice already and you have more pressing matters to attend to.

You don’t bother writing down names as you realised it will vanish the minute the day restarts so you make a mental note and start your mission. You have time till the party and you’ll go through at least half of your list before that. You don’t know how much you can take. Watching Seokjin die every time you fail is terrifying. It hits you the same each time too. In a way, you’re glad that you’re the only one who could remember it. It’s better that Jin doesn’t have to relive his death.

You’re sipping on your coffee, again. Yoongi gives you the same look as before and you can’t even blame him for worrying about you. You worry about yourself too. You decide to just go for it and ask the same question as before. Getting a second perspective might give you a better idea of what to do.

While at first Namjoon’s idea seemed good later you had to realise that you don’t have that many leads to start from.

”Do you have another existential crisis or something?” He looks less worried now and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

”Just answer the damn question Yoongi.”

”It’s a time loop where each day turns up to be the same correct? Well, what I would do is easy then.” He shrugs and now you’re intrigued to find out what he might do in this quote fictional possibility.

”Duh. There’s no consequence I would skip school and have sex with a bunch of people.”

Oh. Oh!

You know it’s stupid but your conversation with Yoongi really stuck in your head. You can do anything right now and damn the consequences. Fuck it. You’ll do it. All this time you were stressing about how to stop this loop you could afford just one day to indulge in your fantasies.

This is how you find yourself in front of Seokjin’s door in the middle of the day. You caught him before he could go to his classes. Good. Now you just need to gather the last bits of your courage.

”Taehyung do you mind if we talk in private?” You signal for him to leave but he dumbly stares at you.

”With me?” He points at himself and you visibly facepalm. God give you strength. No. Not strength because someone will be badly hurt in the end. Let’s settle for patience. It’s for the best for everyone in the room.

”No with Jin. I want you to leave and don’t wait up for him because it will take a while.” You shoo him out of the door.

Your hands are flat against his back as you gently push him outside and close the door on his confused face.

Jin is even more confused by your weird behaviour when you lock the door behind him and settle your gaze full of determination in it. Now or never.

Knowing that tomorrow morning this day’s memory will reset you don’t hesitate to pull Jin close by grabbing his collar and smacking your lips together.

Your eyes are closed tightly while Jin looks at you cross eyed like a fish out of water, he can barely comprehend that you’re in his room kissing him. You start to regret this when he doesn’t reciprocate but before you could pull away and spat out excuses to remove yourself from the humiliating situation Seokjin pulls you closer with his big palms resting on your waist. He kisses you back and you eagerly follow his lead.

The kiss is full of passion both of you driven by lust as his hands wander under your shirt and caress your skin. Even just kissing him makes fireworks flash behind your closed eyelids. With his taste and the smooth texture of his moist lips, everything is perfect as he gently nips on your bottom lip.

You moan and he uses the part of your lips to dip the tip of his tongue inside your mouth testing the waters of how far you’re willing to take this. He hesitates only for a second but when you lock your hands around his neck he dives in and intertwines your tongues together in an erotic dance. Your teeth accidentally knock together when he grazes your side with his fingers and finds your ticklish spot. He leaves your mouth in favour to press his full lips on your neck, you can feel his smile on your skin.

”What happened to you not mixing with the likes of me?” You roll your eyes at his mockery he won’t remember this either way so you don’t hold yourself back for the first time around him.

”Shut up and fuck me.” Your retort earns an airy chuckle.

You pull him back by his hair and kiss him hard you put every emotion that you feel for him as you lock lips.

Your frustration, attraction and something that you rather not name are rolled into a ball in the pit of your stomach. Jin responds just as fervently he has his own ball of secrets. Seokjin enjoys when you pull on his hair or when your long fingernails scratch his scalp slightly as you grab a handful of his locks. He doesn’t treat you like a porcelain doll either. He grips your hips until it bruises and controls your movements.

He sets the pace unpractically languid but the fiction his jeans provide is enough for sparks of pleasure to travel to your clothed cunt.

Both of your breathings turned heavy. Any other time you would be bashful to act like an animal in heat grinding on Kim Seokjin’s fat cock while fully clothed but it feels too good – can’t think straight even if you wanted to. The frustration of hearing the same things over and over again; seeing him die and only having time to mourn over it for a couple of seconds it feels nice to give yourself into pleasure for once. Tuning out everything else and just get lost in his calloused touch.

He manhandles you with the right force by the time he tears your clothes away from your body you’re dripping. His smile is fox-like when he feels your slick rubbing off on his fingertips as he teases the outer lips of your cunt. You’re on your back one hand is in his obsidian hair and the other gripping the bedsheets like a lifeline when you feel him make the first swipe with his tongue.

Jin holds your shaking legs apart as he slurps on your arousal soaking in your moans while you soak his sheets.

”Hmn. The best cunt I’ve ever tasted.” Your hole flutters at his flattering words but your mind turns blank when he licks his lips his fingers are running rough circles over your clit. You don’t have time to be shy at how openly he stares at your pussy before he’s back at eating you. Two of his long fingers enter you that has your head thrown back and a loud moan that probably travels around the entire fraternity as he uses his skilled mouth and fingers to bring you to completion.

Jin works the third digit inside while his tongue laps at your cute little nub. He waited for so long to feast on your pussy he’ll make sure that by the time he’s done with you all you could think about is his mouth between your legs. He wants to ruin you for everyone else after him.

”Fuck, please don’t stop!” You’re pulling on his hair hard he can feel some pain but his focus remains on you as he speedily drags his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. His cock throbs just imagining your tightness is wrapped around it instead of his fingers but that time will come too. He’ll have you shaking until then. You sound sweet when you beg he wouldn’t dare interrupt the moment of complete bliss overtaking your features all thanks to his mouth on you.

”Are you going to cum on my fingers? Tell me baby how does it feel to get fingered by the campus playboy Kim Seokjin? Will you let me fuck you with my big cock too? You want that don’t you?” All you can do is nod he’s fucking you dumb with his fingers and you’re salivating at the thought of having his cock inside you if it would feel anything like this. The rumours are true about his skill in the bedroom now you can understand why they keep coming back for more.

You cum around his fingers when he lowers his head to suck on your clit harshly. He lets you drive out your high on his tongue as he diligently slurps on your sweet essence. He only pulls away when you push his head back his warm tongue started to get too overwhelming on your pulsing cunt.

He barely lets you get your breathing under control before he helps you on your knees licking the last remains of your cum from his swollen lips. He’s sweet enough to place one of his pillows underneath you so your knees won’t be sore once he’s done with you. The thoughtful gesture is in contrast with what he’s planning to do with your mouth that’s for sure.

Jin cups your cheeks and caresses your skin while you remove his pants and underwear. He gathers your hair into a low ponytail and watches you lick a long stripe up the length of his cock.

His dick twitches to be in your mouth but you place kisses all around his shaft before you decide to lick the tip teasingly. The precum is salty on your tongue it makes you keep coming back for more. Jin lets you do your exploration at your own pace he doesn’t force you down on his cock with the hand in your hair and you’re thankful that he lets you get used to his huge grith that will probably leave your jaw aching for days.

His dick is heavily coated with your saliva aiding his cock to easily slip down your throat as you part your lips. His previous self control is in shambles as he keeps your head down forcing you to take deep breaths through your nose and concentrate on not to gag.

He lets you pull back after a minute. ”Ready baby?” You nod and let his hand push you back down on his grith. His moans fuels you to suck and lave your tongue around his pulsing length every time you bob your head. Jin lets you do this until he’s certain that you’re ready to take what he’s going to give you. No one can be fully ready for how he plans to destroy your mouth.

Your saliva is dripping down your chin as he keeps your face in place with both hands fingers tightly intertwined in your hair while his hips work his cock in and out. Your eyes are blurry with tears the way he keeps hitting the back of your throat makes you gag every so often. Your nails dig into his hipbone sending pleasurable pain up his spine. You’re doing better than anyone before. Jin admires your mouth stretched around his cock.

You let him fuck your throat the way he always wanted it you put your complete trust in his hands. He could feel the bulge every time he shoves his hips and his hand wraps around your throat to feel it expand under his touch. Jin can’t decide what he wants to do more. Kiss your tears away or make more stream down your face. You clearly enjoy him using you as you moan around his length repeatedly.

You can tell he’s getting extremely close to shooting his load down your throat. His moans turned higher in pitch and when you look up from behind the tears you see his eyes tightly closed with his mouth open as ragged breaths leave him. He pulls you off his cock before he could cum.

Your face is a mess but Jin thinks that you look hot with unshed tears in your eyes and saliva pooling by the corners of your lips that you get rid of with the back of your hand.

”Your mouth is the best. Fuck. I almost couldn’t control myself to pull back on time.” You giggle. Your throat is sore and your jaw is aching but seeing how Seokjin is wrecked by your mouth is worth all the tears.

”On all fours. I’m going to fuck you now.” You move embarrassingly fast too eager to feel him inside to care how excited you look at the moment. Your heart beats a little faster when you hear Jin’s low chuckle. He could get used to this view with your ass up in the air waiting like a good girl to get fucked by him from behind. You listen when he tells you to spread your legs wider so he could get a full view of your dripping pussy. You know he touches himself while observing your submissive position on his bed you can hear the wet sound of his fingers that are tightly wrapped around his big cock. You tell him that you’re on the pill so he doesn’t need to use a condom. The only good thing about this time loop is that you don’t have to worry you’ll get pregnant. Usually, he doesn’t relent when someone wants him to go in raw but because it’s you he just nods and lines himself up with your opening. It’s been a while he felt someone without the rubber in between and he really wants to feel you.

”Such a tight pussy. When was the last time someone fucked you baby?” It’s hard to think when you can feel his wide tip circle your hole and then pushes in without warning. Inch by delicious inch. Both of you moan at the feeling. He’s so big and you’re so tight. The perfect fit in your opinion.

”I- I don’t know!” He sets a fast pace from the beginning. It’s not the time for you to memorise every ridge of his cock or how deliciously it curves and taps on your sweet spot.

No, he’s fucking you fast and hard that ensures your sole focus is on his moans and how big he is stretching your walls and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow and in a way. There isn’t.

You feel yourself tighten around him you’re getting close to cum again and feeling how Jin’s motions grew erratic and sloppy he must be close too. Your mouth sucking him off made him sensitive and your pussy is making it hard for him to hold off until you cum as you keep swallowing his length. Each thrust of his hip is followed by the loud squelches of your juices.

Seokjin knows what your body needs without you having to tell him. He pulls you back by your shoulders and drapes one hand around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. The other snakes down your body and rubs your clit to finally feel you cum around his big cock while he hammers into you like his life is depending on it. You cum around his length with a loud moan.

Nothing of this act is romantic but you were not coming here looking for that. You needed a distraction and he served you right.

He makes a mess of your pussy after another set of sloppy thrusts, coating your walls with his sticky seed.

All you want is to bask in the afterglow with his spent cock within your walls and rest between his strong arms but you need to go. You can’t have the luxury of rest when there’s life on the line.

Ok, so the cheerleader team is off the list of suspects they have practice all day for the game tonight and the coach told you that everyone is there since early in the morning and won’t leave anytime soon so it’s not one of them. Not an angry boyfriend either. Either they have already broken up or have an alibi. This is the first time that you’re not by his side when he dies and there’s a strong grip on your heart. He must have been so scared and alone.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. For a change, it’s nice to have his arms wrapped around you and just lay in his bed. It smells just like him. You’re soon out of options you checked every suspect and they turned out to be all innocent. You have no idea why or who kills him. Yes, Seokjin has flaws and he’s sometimes not the smartest cookie on the plate but he’s still human. He doesn’t deserve this.

No one does.

You need to try something different. The only thing you can think of is following Jin around and see if you could catch someone suspiciously lurking around him. You hide behind the building and wait till he goes to class.

He’s walking with Taehyung as they chat. You don’t see anyone looking at him with a murderous glance but it doesn’t mean that person is not out for blood.

There’s nothing weird so far.

He goes to class and hangs out with his friends. There’s around five o’clock that he separates from the others and you think this will be it.

You follow him carefully, you’re confused about what he’s doing in the medical building until the nurse opens the door and immediately latches onto his lips. You stare at him as he makes out with her in shock.

”Missed me babygirl.” Ew. You’re about to throw up again but for a different reason. You really didn’t want to hear that. Or see them all over each other. Technically you know that he doesn’t remember his time with you yesterday because, for him, yesterday didn’t happen. It’s still fresh in your memory though. They look around before she drags him inside and you hear the lock snap in place. You were able to hide behind the wall in time so they didn’t see you. You don’t want to wait around and hear their noises but something compels you to wait another minute.

For the first time since you started this investigation, this seems like a strong motive for someone to kill him.

Aha! There’s someone hiding you caught their silhouette behind the opposite wall. This person probably saw what you just did.

Him?! No fucking way! He can’t be the killer, right? It would be messed up. You don’t think this through but you approach him.

Taehyung jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder he nods when you motion for him to follow you with a head tilt. He’s not even trying to defend himself! He right away admits that he wants to kill his best friend!

”Ch, he’s not my best friend. Only that fool thinks that. I was with her first! But then he came and now she doesn’t want to see me anymore!” You’re taken aback by how much anger he has bottled up inside. Everyone around campus knows him as a cheerful and friendly person but this man in front of you, you don’t know him. There’s something crazy in his eyes.

You try to stop him from walking away but he rips his hand out of your hold and sends you a mean glare. Something that Taehyung shouldn’t be capable of doing. ”I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you stand in my way.” He leaves you behind with those words and a terrifying chill runs down your spine at how serious he looked at the moment.

This is really not what you were expecting. You need to find a way to keep Seokjin safe.

Your back is against the wall as you wait for him near the stairs. Knowing that’s the only way he can go to leave the building.

You could tell that he was fucking her the minute he rounds the corner, his hair is messy and there’s a large fresh hickey on his neck. You feel disappointed even though you don’t have the right to feel this way. You feel betrayed and hurt. He fucked you once and he can’t even remember it! Get yourself together. Your only goal is to keep him alive and then you can go back to hating him. That’s how things should be – you long ago accepted the fact that you don’t have a chance. He’s clearly not looking for a relationship. You didn’t think he would fuck a married woman though and after talking to Taehyung, this is just too messy.

Jimin always told you that he secretly likes you. It doesn’t seem like that to you. You’re really disappointed and he can see it on your face as soon as your eyes lock.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees you. Now he knows that you know.

”Y/N. What a-are you doing here?” You bite your lip to keep your words to yourself. It’s none of your business who he’s with. You’re not together.

”We need to talk.” You simply say. Jin doesn’t like how calm you look. You don’t show him if you’re hurt you just look. Disappointed. It hurts him more than if you would lecture him for sleeping around with a married woman.

”I have something important to tell you. You need to promise you’ll believe what I’m about to say. We can only do this if you cooperate with me.” You drag him out of the building but you let his hand go once you arrive at the back where no one will listen to your conversation. You hope that Taehyung is not lurking around here somewhere. He did threaten to hurt you if you intervene.

Jin wants to feel your hands in his a little longer but lets you pull away. You’re probably disgusted by him. It hurts but he could understand.

Well. Your talk doesn’t go how you expected. He refuses to listen when you bring up Taehyung. It’s sad how he spat out that they’re not friends and see now Seokjin defend him with every fibre of his being.

”Just because you’re jealous you can’t go around accusing my friends of wanting to murder me!” You take a step back as he raises his voice. Of fucking course. You’re jealous huh.

”I’m telling you the truth! Me jealous? Not everything is about you you know. But what do you know? You can’t even imagine what I’m going through to help you!” You storm off before he could see the tears shine in your eyes. Your words hit him harder than he would like to admit. Not everything is about you you know. Oh, he knows. His own parents don’t bother to even call on his birthday. He knows how insignificant he is even to his family.

”Well at least I have a life. It’s not your fucking business who do I fuck in my free time.” His words are uncalled for but your words hit home. He regrets it as soon as you turn around and leave him standing there.

You’re sure Taehyung will do it tonight at the party. You can’t afford the luxury of mopping around when there’s a killer on the loose.

It goes the same way every night. You didn’t want to do this but it’s for his own good. You cornered Seokjin in his room and managed to handcuff him to the bed. It comes in handy that he’s a kinky little shit. You shut the door and turn the lock, the party will start soon. You need to start prepping.

You rolled a chair in front of the door and sat down the baseball bat you borrowed from Jimin’s room will be a good start you thought to defend yourself. You’re scared and Jin can see how you glace at the door every so minute. He starts to believe that you really told him the truth.

You hear the doorknob turn but when he can’t open the door he starts kicking it. Both you and Jin jump now he’s scared too. You bet it’s the first time that you got here before him.

You place your finger in front of your mouth to signal for Seokjin to keep quiet and he nods obediently this time.

You open the voice recording on your phone and Jin’s are ready to dial 911. You hope your plan will work. Your life is on the line too and you’re not sure the day will reset if you die with him.

”Hey Jin it’s me Tae. I just want to talk can you open the door?” You shake your head when Jin perks up at hearing his best friend’s voice. His voice does sound normal but you remind him how he kicked the door with force when he realised it’s locked. His mask started to show the cracks.

”He’s not here I made sure he’s somewhere far and safe from you!” Your hand shakes like crazy but your grip on the baseball bat remain strong.

”You bitch I told you to not stand in my way! He doesn’t care about you Y/N! He’s just playing with you as he does with everyone else while he’s fucking the nurse for fun.” Jin recoils as he hears the malice in Taehyung’s voice. The realisation dawns upon him that in the end, you were right. The man he thought was his best friend is here to fucking murder him!

”It doesn’t matter. Yes. He’s a playboy but it doesn’t mean he deserves to die! But Taehyung, killing him is not how you should solve this problem. I’m sure he would understand if you just sat down and talked about this like adults.” Jin really had no idea that she fucked around with Taehyung and left him once he came into the picture. She manipulated Taehyung to hate on his best friend.

Jin dials the cops in the bathroom just like you instructed him whilst you serve as a distraction.

You kept talking till the police arrived and caught Taehyung.

He almost got you. You don’t know where he found that axe but you were terrified that he’ll break through the door. Fortunately, the police arrived before anyone’s blood could have been shed. You saved Jin and that’s what matters.

Knowing that your words won’t be enough you gave them the recording you made with your phone. In the end, the loop ended.

After you’re done with your testimony you find Jin leaning against the ambulance they checked up on you both for injuries and gave you blankets since it’s a cold night. You could tell that what happened shook him up and you don’t blame him. It’s pretty hard to wrap your mind around it. You can’t even imagine what Seokjin might feel right now. Your heart hurts for him as he keeps shivering under the thick blanket. He goes back to the station to answer more questions but they told you that you’re free to go. So you let him go and walk home.

The air is pretty weird between you after that. He’s not avoiding you per se but there’s this tension that nobody can understand other than you and him.

Jimin and Yoongi tried to get you to talk but if you told them the truth they would certainly think that you’re crazy. If anything you’re just glad that you don’t have to watch him die again right before your eyes. The image left a deep scar on your heart already.

You’re surprised to find Jin knocking on your dorm room one day. It’s been a week since you last talked to him and another since the incident. He apologised for not believing you but you dismissed the conversation pretty soon. The words he told you still hurt. You wanted to get out of the room.

There are times when you wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. You don’t get much sleep nowadays. The loop left a permanent trace on you.

”Hey. Can I come in?” It’s late you’re not sure how he even got in when the gates closed around an hour ago.

You don’t question him instead you nod and open the door wider. You can’t avoid the topic forever. You were expecting him to come and see you. Didn’t think he’ll come this soon though.

You offer to make tea it keeps your fingers occupied at least until you get yourself together. It’s hard to as he watches your every move but otherwise, it’s silent. You can’t figure out what he’s thinking and his face is blank void of any emotion – so different from his normally expressive features.

”I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” You’re surprised to hear him apologise again. You already told him it’s fine.

”It’s fine. I wouldn’t have believed me too. I know it sounded crazy.” Your chuckle is humourless but Jin smiles in hopes to help lessen the tension.

He clears his throat and takes your hand in his gently next as if he’s nervous to tell you something. You wait patiently till he does gather the courage.

”I’m not seeing her anymore.” You bite your lip nodding. Don’t know otherwise how you should react to this information. You’re relieved to hear it but do you really have the right to feel that way? What you know is that you don’t pull away when Jin kisses you. For him, it’s the first time that you kiss but for you, it already happened. You did more than just kiss. He can’t remember because you were in a time loop. But he tastes as sweet as you remembered.

”I bet it was hard to watch me die every time. I’m very thankful that you saved my life.” You melt into his hug as soon as he pulls you impossibly close and you can feel how his heartbeat mimics your own. Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe Jin does like you. You would like that very much. You can’t pretend anymore that you hate him.

It’s nothing like the first time you had sex with him. Jin treats you like a queen. He pulls your clothes off and each time a new patch of skin appears in front of his hungry eyes he makes sure that you’re covered in his marks and kisses. He worships you covers your body with wet kisses.

He sucks a rosy bud into his mouth while kneading your other breast with his big hand and your responding sigh is soft. You moan and wright underneath him as he travels down your body and places a sweet kiss on your navel.

It’s the first time he tastes your pussy but your mind goes back to the day when he went down on you in his bed before he fucked your throat. His body knows what to do even though his mind didn’t quite catch up to it.

”I’m going to make you mine.” The words are stuck in your throat when he slips two fingers between your folds. You know he loves it when you pull his hair so you do and he growls into your pussy.

Jin intertwines your hand on your stomach as he thrusts his fingers in and out. He looks for your sweet spot and hits it repeatedly when your whines reach his ears. He’s not in a hurry he builds up your pleasure rather than chases it until you combust. Jin makes sure you get there slowly. It makes your high hit even more powerful.

He keeps eye contact as he cleans your soaked folds his tongue dips into your fluttering hole.

You sit up when he’s done tasting you. You impatiently try to take his clothes off, you want to return the favour but Jin stops you. He rolls on a condom and makes you spread your legs.

You question him with your eyes and he catches onto it with a mischievous smile.

”Believe me when I tell you I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock but it has to wait. I want this time to be all about you.” He plans to make love, tell you without words that you’re not one of his cheap fucks.

”Jin, I love you.” You tell him when he buries the first inch in your pussy. His eyes widen at your confession. He can’t say it yet so he tries to convey his gratitude with a deep kiss as he sinks all the way in. You’re so tight and warm around him. He savours the way he fills you up to the brim like you were made to take his length.

”It’s ok. I know you’ll get there eventually.” You bump your nose with him affectionately and he laughs. He rubs your nose with his and nods. Jin fucks you like he means it all night. Slowly and deeply full of meaning between chaste kisses. This time you have time to memorise every ridge of his cock as he pulls you close and marks up your neck.

”You’re mine now right?” Seokjin hopefully asks and you coo how cute he looks. Your fingers tighten around his soft locks of hair. So shy while he’s still buried in you.

”Only if you’re mine too but I have to warn you I don’t like to share.” He slips his tongue into your mouth after you both giggle.

”That’s fine by me gorgeous.”

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rrasado · 3 years

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Hello! May request headcanons of Leona and Octavinelle students (separately) react to fem reader having Hanahaki Disease because of them, but she never tells them directly that they're the cause of it? Have a nice day!

Blood Stained Blooms

Ara? What do we have here now 🧐. I’m joking sjsjsj angst is my go to and you hit the spot. Tag some Lion and Octavinelle stans perhaps~?

⚠️ TW: Mentions of blood and vomiting.

When words are left unsaid...

Honestly, he never expected someone with so much spunk as you to just...reel over to the floor choking out bloody flora that could’ve easily been fitting with the greenery at the botanical garden he naps at.

And at the same time, Leona knew that...people with strong fronts have a tender foundation. What do you think he is? Well it wasn’t like he bothered hiding his shortcomings, it just so happened that he never gave a care for what people think of him.

That...would’ve been the usual. What is unusual however is you vomiting on the ground pathetically clutching your chest gasping for dear oxygen. Call it what you will, instinct, concern, desire, it didn’t matter to him what the hell he was truly feeling because the next thing he knew, he was already kneeling next to you brows furrowed whilst his calloused hand placed itself on your back.

He could feel it, with the way your shoulder blades tensed and relaxed at an unnatural rate under his touch while Blood continued to trickle down- The lion beastman was no fool either. Something to this degree isn’t at its early stages is it? He was no doctor but...he felt a tinge in his chest at the thought of someone just suddenly dropping dead. It was it because it’s you who knows…

The way you weakly smiled at him as you ushered him with a blood stained hand wasn’t something that would calm him down, it might’ve made him even more spurred. Gritting his teeth his ear twitched. Before standing up and grumbling to himself.

“Oi herbavour- what the hell is that-“ “A-ah..Leona..”

Leona is Leona, the lonely second prince that forgot his title whenever he was with you, but he didn’t knew how to handle this. How to handle the thought of you in a gruesome state- ah...he accidentally stepped on a flower….Ruggie would later be ordered to fetch whatever information he can manage to attain about the hellish illness.

...His mind is truly in uproar...

It was all too sudden, even for him. One minute you two were walking side by side in the corridors discussing a possible deal and the next thing he knew, eyes locked for a split second when he saw the sudden struck of immense pain on your expression before falling to your knees on the carpet and spewing out…

Azul, was truly ambushed with so many unwanted emotions, his usually calculative mind didn’t know where to focus on, your pain the blood spewing out or the cruelly beautiful flowers that landed on the stained carpet.

His sharp posture diminished shaking his head before finally making a move, a childish reaction but he took out his own cleanly pressed handkerchief and offering it to you. So what if it’d get stained with your blood? He’d rather clean out stains than to see you reeling on the ground!

Once your coughing dies down the octavinelle dorm leader would debate whether to ask or comfort. On one hand he knew that being double weighted by pain and interrogation isn’t good but on the other hand- he wanted to know what the hell you’ve been going through and he wanted to know ASAP.

Look the variety of clients he’s had to deal with never had a near death situation so he wasn’t sure if this was even within his prowess- and if he can’t help you then his vast network of connections should help, it has to help it has to. That’s what he’d be telling to himself unbeknownst to him that you’ve been weakly calling out to him- a-ah yes?

“Dear..you-“ “C’mon we’ll be late..I-I think we can grab some water on the way”

In the end he opted for the former, gently helping you back up on your feet and already concucting his next course of action, he’d later find out the cruel disease...he wasn’t the one having flowers bloom in his lungs so why did his chest wince…?

...You were far too precious for him to let go of...

It was- not part of his predictions, far from within his spectrum of deductions even.

Taking you out for a hike to admire and study the natural specimens Mother Nature has to offer in the land forms near Night Raven college was supposed to be...not bloody.

As much as of a sucker the Vice dorm leader is for the unexpected. This particular instance did not please him in the slightest. He grew and went about keeping his true feelings under an eerily serene exterior, this situation wasn’t an exception.

But he had to wonder wether his forced calmness helped you or made it worse, the way your eyes met his heterochromatic gaze just- the way the pain doubled in your gaze when you saw an eerily calm ocean in his eyes was what you recieved but why does it hurt even more..why does it feel like he doesn’t care when he-

You didn’t had time to even complain about something seemingly insignificant as that- the flowers that fell from your mouth along with spurts of blood like a crimson waterfall was taking up you train of thought. You need air- oxygen was taken for granted huh...like how the calmer eel twin took you for granted.

“J-jade...don’t think much about it..” “...as you wish..”

Honestly, just like how he handles other dire situations, he’ll calmly handle you to the bare minimum- but that isnt to say he isn’t worried, because he is...more than he’d like to admit. He’s seen how cruel life can be but when it comes to you...he never actually considered it. So expect him to frequent the library more rather than taking hikes. Because just like how he handles other situations...it’s better to find the source, and when he does...

...He’ll be even more diligent, unbeknownst to you...

Under the bleachers- hey...is that- Koebi-chan did you spill some juice? Ehehe lemme grab you an extra shir-...that smell...

What’s that in your mouth? He thought you were just snacking on something with strawberry jam but that...land dwellers don’t usually eat flowers with jam now do they? Poor Floyd...denial off the bat. But his body already began to move on its own, taking long strides towards your shuddering form as he grasped your shoulders to steady you.

He gulped down whatever lump hitched in his throat only for nothing to come out, for once floyd actually took the time to observe. The other always told him he was too reckless, he never cared since it adds to the thrill but- shrimpy choking out fully bloomed floranstained crimson isn’t thrilling at all. He doesn’t like this he doesn’t think this is fun- get youre pranking him right?..right?

What would the others do- no he doesn’t have time to think like the others he’s the only one with you now- he should carry you to the infirmary ye that’s good, good job floyd just slowly carry them and- he ran faster than for any errand he’s had to do. The infirmary was his only destination. Wether others stared at his rare expression of seriousness or the writhing person in his arms. It didn’t matter, those useless guppies don’t matter.

He demanded you to be treated, without even thinking wether whatever made shrimpy like this can even be cured in the first place. How would he even know? He’d know when the staff informs him, when they inform him how they can only keep the symptoms at bay but not fully cure the illness. This pest of a decease was making his shrimpy suffer and you’re telling him no one can do anything about it? WHAT TYPE OF A DAMNED DECEASE IS THIS-

“This ain’t fair! What the hell is-“ “F..Floyd hey...it alright.”

Suffice it to say he doesn’t take the news well, this was such an annoying thing to have, all for love? Who the hell wouldn’t love shrimpy!? Shrimpy is shrimpy and they are fun! Goodness Floyd...he only calms down when the teen in the infirmary bed ushers him close with a shaky hand...

...He despises the situation...

#Twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland angst #twst angst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst leona #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst octavinelle #twst hanahaki #tw blood #tw vomit #twst writing #Writings from the eclipse

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saturnsummer · 3 years

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Solhwi prompt:

Sol A tries to set up a date between sol B and joonhwi after his court 'confession' (even though she is lowkey jealous) assuming he was talking about her and confusion ensues... And if you can use the following dialogue-

"Sol, it's you. It has always been you."

love's complicated.

Sol A's not jealous. She really isn't.

But what was this twisting, nerve wracking feeling that she feels every time she sees Sol B?

notes: prompted by @confusedsoulsramblings ! i had so much fun writing this, i had to add a small bonus at the end. i had no intention on making this so long, but i guess it’s my trait to make long fics. spelling, grammar and incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. thank you all for support, once again! let me know of more prompts, questions or your reviews! feedback and criticism very much appreciated! thank you all, once again for the endless love!!

words: 3000 words.

ao3

Sol shouldn't be any less shocked during Yeseul's trial. When Prosecutor Jin cornered Joon Hwi with his question, she turned to look at her roomie at the same time she did. Then, she saw Joon Hwi’s eyes trail nervously, fluttering between them both. Sol knew his answer from the look on his face.

It was never her to begin with.

She wasn't angry. She wasn't upset. She expected it. Sol B was sophisticated, graceful and beautiful. She knew how all the freshmen would nickname her "Ice Princess.". Could anyone disagree? Furthermore, coming from a family of lawyers and prosecutors, who wouldn't love her? She was a dream child. She possessed both the brains and the beauty.

Joon Hwi was always open with his teasing and words. He loved teasing her over their first meeting at the bookstore. He loves visiting Byeol randomly, even when Sol isn't home. He often comments with sentences that could have secondary meanings, and was very much teased by Bokgi. Even though he infuriated her sometimes, she always smiled with him.

Sol felt special, if she was honest. She felt like the only girl that he had his eyes on. She couldn’t help but feel tingly inside and her heart blooming like flowers in spring. Yeseul spent hours convincing Sol that Joon Hwi likes her, and on some nights, she liked to fantasied to the thought of it.

Of course, it means nothing to her now.

Sol sits alone in the study room, huffing out a sigh. She ruffles her hair and buries her face into her sweater sleeves. She can't believe that she can't study due to Joon Hwi liking her roommate. She doesn't like the twisting feeling in her stomach, and she doesn't know what it's called, too.

Was she... jealous?

Sol shakes her head vigorously and slaps her face a couple of times. No, she thinks, and lets out a breathy laugh. She can’t be. As far as her feelings went, she never considered seeing Joon Hwi more than best friends. The chances of him liking her was held at a much higher percentage than her liking him, in Sol’s head.

But thinking back, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. She couldn’t bury her feelings any further, especially now that she has accidentally dug them up. Her snarky remarks, the way she acted with him, the burning feelings she felt whenever someone spoke bad of him, her smiles that she would sometimes save for him.

Maybe, she does had feelings for this second round judicial exam passer.

But at the same time, she felt wrong. Her roomie was oh, so obviously in love with Joon Hwi, harbouring such toxic feelings felt wrong. It felt backstabbing and so betraying. She couldn’t be jealous. She can’t be, anymore. She should be happy, for her best friend to fancy such a perfect partner like Sol B.

Even if it meant that her feelings were not returned, she didn't mind.

Because his happiness and smile was enough for her.

-----

Sol did her best to squash those toxic feelings. She reminded herself that her roomie was in love with her best friend, and her best friend felt the same. She avoided every moment she was caught between them and always scooted away when Joon Hwi wanted to sit with her. She gave lame excuses (”I want to sit with Yeseul”, “Yebeom needs to help me with a case”), but her feelings only bubbled up stronger inside.

She witnessed as her cold faced roomie soften in her speech when talking to Joon Hwi, the way her eyes softened when he would explain something to her, the way he gave the exact same smile to her when he witnesses her finally figuring things on her own. Or the eyes that he gives when he devours his ramyeon while Sol eats her extra pickles with equal fervour.

If Sol was being honest and straightforward, she wanted to take out her anger on Joon Hwi. For leading her on to believing that he liked her. For being so flirty with her that even BokGi wanted to join in on the teasing. For playing her into this game, only to leave her hanging and lost and completely blindsided by his feelings.

But no, she couldn’t. She knew it wasn’t his fault. She blamed herself, for letting herself be lead by him. She blamed herself for falling for him, instead of focussing on her studies. She was always more rash and emotional.

It was her decision to fall for his charms, not his.

She can’t bring herself to blame him, knowing that Joon Hwi was always like this. Mumbling with low spirits, she sunk lower into her chair in the empty study room. She purposely didn’t want to tell anyone that she would be studying in the study room, in hopes that she could be alone. Heading back to her dorm was not an option, since her roomie’s presence would made her so guilty.

“Why the long sigh, sunbae?” She freezes at the nickname. Internally, a part of her lights up, recognising the voice, but even more the nickname that was said. As quickly as it came, it dissipated as she finally registered who it was, and her guilt ridden feelings came right back up.

Joon Hwi walked in, with his bag slung over, his signature smirk on his face. Pulling a chair, he scooted it over nearer to Sol. Peering over her book, he leaned closer and grabbed the pen she was holding.

“Ooh, criminal codes. Are you having trouble?” He asks, leaning closer to her.

Sol was so glad he was not looking at her. His body was so near hers, that she could smell the fresh cologne he wore, and the slight musk of sweat from a whole day of work. She couldn’t stay here any longer, while having a knot in her stomach. Leaping from her chair, she gathered her books, nearly scaring Joon Hwi and she quickly packed her things.

“I... I just remembered that I needed to meet Yeseul for something!” She blurts out, before running out the room.

She ran up to where the lecture halls were at, before going back down and escape to a part of their campus garden. She always took the same spot, a hidden corner hidden away by a tree that even Joon Hwi isn’t aware of. She frequented that area many times, when she was still insecure about making friends and found it particularly comforting.

“This is no good, I can’t run off every time I see him.” She mumbles to herself. She knew she was right. She knew Joon Hwi was smart to catch on about her not attending classes as usual with her seat next to him. Even though she still showed up for study group, she knew that he could sense the change in her mood.

She needed a plan, and she needed it ASAP.

-----

A week passed after her awkward encounter. Sol had gotten used to the twisted feeling in her stomach. After a week of debating in her head, she formulated her plan to get her feelings over and done with.

She was going to have her roommate and Joon Hwi date.

Sol had figured that if there’s anything she does best, it’s to disappoint herself. Instead of losing face to her best friend and confessing to him about how she felt, she much rather have her feelings crushed instead. Because she knows that he will probably debate on who to choose and she couldn’t let him be the decision maker. He doesn't need to make such a difficult decision.

Besides, Sol knew her roomie’s situation. With an overbearing and controlling mother, the least she could do to make her happy was to have the man she crushed on. He could at least help her in her studies, benefitting her mother’s dreams of being a judge one day and have him by her side forever.

Sol knew the date was going to go well. Sol B had the hugest crush, Joon Hwi would have might as well admitted to her that he had feelings for her in front of the whole court room. All they were missing were private moments alone, without their textbooks and no mentions of school. Oh, and maybe a few glasses of wine and a fancy restaurant in town.

And so Sol found herself in the study room alone again, thinking about how to tell Joon Hwi about setting up a date between Sol B.

Apparently, fate meant for it to happen now.

Because Joon Hwi strode in, a familiar smile on his face, in his hoodie.

“Stuck again?” Joon Hwi says, nodding to her books on the table. She contemplates going into small talk and saying yes, but pushes her thoughts aside. No, she needed this out of her system.

“Joon Hwi, how would you like to go on a date with Sol B?” She blurts out, literally making her point across. Joon Hwi is stunned for a moment, as he sets his bag on the table, leaning on a chair.

“Well...what makes you think I would enjoy it?” Joon Hwi stutters back, clearly stunned.

“Oh, I mean, well, you know how Sol B likes you, don’t you? And I think it’ll be nice for you to go on a date with her. You know get to know my roomie more.” Sol replies as casually as she can. A part of her hopes he says no, that he rather spends his time doing anything else.

But instead, he just shrugs and nods.

And her heart drops, shattering like glass into a thousand pieces. She maintains her bright smile on her face, and even gives a convincing laugh. Sol sits through the next ten minutes of her telling Joon Hwi when she’s free tomorrow and promising she won’t tell anyone, not even Yeseul.

As best as she can, she excuses herself from him, hoping her voice isn’t shaky when she says “I hope you enjoy your date!” as she walks away. Her steps are shaky and she feels lightheaded. She doesn't notice how her eyes are teary, the same way they get when she cuts onions.

Rushing to the washroom nearest to the garden, she locks herself in a cubicle and takes deep silent breaths. She concentrates on breathing and tries brainwashing herself. Come on, Sol, you can’t be upset for him. You should be happy! Joon Hwi is going on a date! And he’s going with the best girl you know! Why are you upset? She repeatedly chants this in her head, holding in her tears as best she can.

But it unfortunately isn’t enough when she finally cracks, letting the pent up sadness explode from it’s cage, her tears streaming down. She prays the bathroom is empty when she wails and sobs, crumbling to the floor in a heap of tears as she can’t help but get the image of her crush and roommate holding hands and kissing.

For once in her life, she has never felt so hurt, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for putting herself in this situation. She landed herself in this ditch, and now she has to deal with the fact that her crush, her best friend, will be dating her roommate.

Composing herself, she wipes her tears dry and washes her splotchy face. She rejects Yeseul’s offer for dinner, resorting to spending her night at the campus garden away in her hiding spot. She’s cold, but it’s nowhere near the numbness she feels in her heart deep down. When it gets too cold at 2am, she sneaks back into campus and goes to the long sofas in front of the Lady of Justice statue.

She sits there staring into space for a long while, before carrying her bag to the, now empty and deserted, study room, where she crouches to the corner of the room. She’s reminded of the moments where he would sit with her so close, their shoulders brushed each other and their fingers always fumbled around for stationary. Everything reminds her of him, and she falls asleep, huddled in a corner, just as the rare rays of sun start to emerge.

She wanted him, but he wasn't hers anymore.

-----

“Sol. Sol, get up.” She hears a familiar voice say. Having slept for less than six hours, she’s groggy and rubs her eyes. Her back hurts from being hunched over, and her joints are sore and stiff. Her vision comes to focus as she comes face to face with Joon Hwi.

“Ah!” She yelps out, startled by his presence and retreats back, only banging her head against the metal cabinets instead. She winces and rubs her head, soothing her pain. Joon Hwi sighs and holds out his hand. She swats his hand away.

“Why are you here?” Sol asks Joon Hwi. Joon Hwi holds a serious expression as he steps back to let Sol stand on her own.

“I take back what I said yesterday.” He says suddenly.

“Huh?”

“I’m not going on a date with Sol B anymore. I don’t want to.” He blurts out. Sol takes a moment to register his words. Immediately, anger floods in. She can’t tell if it’s residual anger from being mad at him for playing her, or anger on behalf of her roommate.

“What? What do you mean? But Sol B likes you so much! You should at least give her a chance!” Sol argues back, making her way to the other side of the table at the same time, dumping her bag there. She’s proper angry now, letting her emotions take charge of her actions. Her eyes are frustrated and her face frowns. Joon Hwi stops her and grabs her wrist, stopping her from moving away from him and pulls her back to the same side of the table that he is.

“I don’t like her. And I don’t think I ever will.” He admits. Sol is breathless, taking in all this new information. But during the court, it was so clear that it was her roommate. She can’t do it, having Joon Hwi so close to her, wanting to be with him, yet getting told that he harbours no feelings for Sol B. The tension she felt was driving her crazy.

“But...” Her speech comes out breathless, almost suffocated out of anger and frustration.

“Sol.” His voice is an octave lower, as he leans towards her, his face closing the distance. “Listen to me.”

“It’s you. It has always been you. From the beginning, it was always you.”

Sol lets out a breath, almost suffocating from the tension.

It...it was her?

All this while...?

“I thought... I thought...” She hates how her voice is so full of breath. She’s leaning against the table, and his hands have shifted from her wrist to the side of the table, trapping her.“I thought you liked her. I thought this entire while, she was the one you liked.”

“Maybe this will make you trust me.”

And he presses his mouth against hers.

Sol’s startled, not used to Joon Hwi being so dominating. But his soft lips against hers distract her. She removes her hands from the table, bringing them up to his hang around his neck. His hands slowly make their way to her waist as they move in sync. When they finally part, Sol’s face is blushed bright red. She feels his hot breath against her face.

“Believe me now, sunbae?”

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bonus:

Sol B tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears when she stops in her tracks to meet Joon Hwi.

“Hey, um, can we talk?” He asks awkwardly. She doesn’t know why she feels so calm, knowing that she should be feeling butterflies for having her crush talk to her. Nodding, they head to a spot until the staircases.

“I don’t know how to put it...” Sol B realises where this conversation is going. In fact, she has been waiting for this day, ever since Yeseul’s court hearing. She knows what he’s going to say before he even says it.

“You don’t like me, you like Sol A, right?” She completes his sentence. Joon Hwi fumbles in his speech and finds ways to defend himself quickly. But Sol B is quick to cut him off.

“It’s okay.” She says, the closest thing to a satisfied face she can make on her face. “I fully support you.”

“You’re... you’re not sad? Or angry?” Joon Hwi is cautious with his questions. Sol gives a slight scoff. If she’s honest, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what begin her crush for him, to begin with. She can’t remember if it was the way he answered questions, or the time he helped her put on her glasses. All she knows is that he didn’t like her, and she felt peace with that.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Your smile and your eyes are enough to prove it. Besides, that's who you were talking about in court, wasn’t it? You wanted to protect her.” She asks. He nods, eyes unable to meet hers.

When Sol B went to bed the night before, she noticed that her roomie was nowhere. Assuming that she was out studying, she went to bed. But when she woke up the next morning, Sol B found her bed still the same state as last night. It was obvious she didn’t return to the dorm.

“She didn't come back last night.” Sol B says and Joon Hwi’s eyes widen in panic.

“What?”

“Check the study room. She might just be studying there.”

“Okay.” He says and turns around. But he turns around once more before jogging away.

“Thank you, for everything.”

Sol B gives a suppressed smile as she watches Joon Hwi get further and further from him. She tries all she can to find anger, jealousy, sadness, brokenness, denial.

But yet, all she feels is calming peace.

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berryvalentine-archive · 3 years

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I’ve been feeling a bit down today, so I was thinking about Jojo characters I’d like to hug me :’) Of course my list is much longer than this but I decided to pick one character from each part. Hoping these fluffy thoughts might cheer someone else too. ♡

Feeling sad? Have some soft hugging headcanons.

Jonathan Joestar Oh, you’re sad? Jonathan isn’t going to have that! He’s very gentle though and caring, he respects if you need some space but he wants you to know that he’s around in case you need anything. Even if you don’t feel like talking he’s heard that hugs can help improve a person’s mood. Don’t mind Jonathan giving you a protective bear hug (he’s going to get rid of that sadness ASAP! His hugs can feel quite warm because of his hamon which is always extra comforting too.

Joseph Joestar & Caesar Zeppeli Yes, you get both! It’s competition for everything for these two so when they noticed you were feeling sad they wanted to see who could give you the best hug to cheer you up faster. Of course this made you smile because this means you’ll be getting quite a few hugs between both of them. Joseph likes to hug you tightly and gently pick you up for a brief moment, while Caesar usually gives tight side hugs ( although for this competition he opted for a full embrace). Although at times when they decided it might be a good idea to hug you at the same time you can’t help but try to squirm… “Uh? Guys, I can’t breathe…”

Muhammad Avdol

He really dislikes seeing you sad, it really breaks his heart! He really likes you and wants to do everything he can to cheer you up. He takes note of your favorite snacks and things so he can try to buy you something nice to cheer you up. When that doesn’t seem to work he decides that maybe it’s a hug you need! His hugs are long and tight, they’re very warm too! He gently kisses both of your cheeks; an affectionate gesture to let you know that he’s by your side no matter what. You mean so much to him and he wants to make you happy always.

Tonio Trussardi

It’s simply in Tonio’s nature to want to make someone he cares about happy, so when he notices you’re down he’s quick to want to take care of you! Don’t mind Tonio offering up several dishes he can make to make you smile, but, as much as you usually love his cooking he can tell today you really aren’t in the mood for anything which only causes more concern. Well, if you don’t want any of his dishes today then he’s gotta go with plan B! He’s going to very gently pull you into a hug and gently rub your back reassuring you that he’s here for you no matter what you need. He isn’t going to break the hug until you want to, he just wants to see you smile again.

Bruno Bucciarati

Naturally Bruno is always looking out for everyone else, so he’s quick to notice that you seem to be a bit down. He knows that you’re the type to not want to trouble the rest of the group but being so observant he’s quick to see that something is a bit off. He doesn’t want to pry too much - he knows you’ll tell him if you want to. But, just to let you know that he’s here for you always he’s going to give you a long hug, gently rubbing your back to calm you down. That’s when you hug Bruno back tightly and begin to cry softly against his chest, you may not want to talk about what’s bothering you now but just knowing that Bruno is holding you closely like this is making you feel a bit better already.

Hermes Costello

As soon as Hermes realizes you’re feeling sad, she’s just gonna pull you in for a bear hug! She’s gonna hug you tightly and not let go until you tell her what’s wrong! She isn’t gonna stare at that pouty face of yours, your frown is making her sad too! She can’t stand to see you sad so please tell her what’s wrong so she can cheer you up! She even suggests that maybe you can mess with Anasui by telling him that Jolyne wants to go on a date with him (oh but that’s so mean Hermes!) You can’t help but smile a little at her suggestion. Hugging her tight is so comforting and she smells very nice too…

Funny Valentine He’s quite the serious type, but when it comes to you he’s very attentive. Of course he still puts his duties as president first, but when he hears that you’re feeling unwell - well, America can wait ( just this once). Allow him to first gently caress your cheek, he’s going to ask you what’s wrong ( it’s ok fi you don’t tell him). He usually isn’t the affectionate type, but when you’re sad and you need his attention he has no problem giving it to you. Allow him to pull you into an embrace, it might seem awkward at first until he adjusts his arms around you to make it more comfortable. He’s gently going to rub your back, his smell is a big intoxicating actually. It always surprises you when he hugs you since it isn’t something you experience often. This act of affection is enough to make you feel a bit better already.

Norisuke Higashikata Norisuke out here being best dad to all of his kids and if you are associating with any of his kids that means he’s adopting you too! He’s the type to give side hugs until he knows you’re comfortable enough for a nice long familial hug. He hates seeing you sad and wants to help cheer you up somehow; you consider Norisuke as an adopted dad too! You feel comfortable enough to tell him what’s on your mind, and even getting a hug from him feels really nice! It’s nice and comforting to have someone who cares about you this much… You two might not be related by blood, but you definitely see him as a father figure you can depend on!

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taeyohonic · 3 years

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stolen dances | chap. 11

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swear words, therapy talk

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 2300

links: prev. | next [masterlist]

note: lower case letters intended

chapter summary: seokjin mid sneeze would ruin half of your wedding pictures.

“let’s do this picnic then,” jungkook breathes against your skin and you feel a headache coming – again. you don’t know what you expected, but for him to not even comment on the fact that yoongi is your therapist, is well… kind of insulting.

“yeah, let’s do that,” you agree and let go of his ear. you go girl! tell him exactly how you feel.

“is there a reason i’m not allowed to carry anything?” he’s struggling with the basket as well your backpack and the two iced coffees you hadn’t noticed before. still, jungkook is not letting you help him in any way, his sunglasses are as high up his nose as his ego.

“nah,” he scoffs with humor, “you’ll just drop the coffee – can’t risk it.”

“that was one time,” you argue and push a single finger straight up his nostril. jungkook scrunches his nose adorably before he pushes you away.

“gross, ____”

the weather is nice and you can’t help the spring in your steps as the two of you join the many visitors. for a moment you’re afraid of them recognizing your former idol friend. but jungkook doesn’t seem to care – he is more focused on the melting ice in your drinks. and he knows his bodyguard is close by. but you haven’t noticed the bulky man following behind you.

“can we move closer to the tree line?” you ask him, not wanting to join the couples sunbathing. nah, your hangover is not smiling kindly upon your headache. shade and some non-alcoholic liquid should do the trick.

“of course” your best friend changes directions and guides you to the more secluded area. the air smells fresh and you take a moment to breath it in – not even thinking about helping jungkook set up the picnic. the green is vibrant around you and for a second you imagine how beautiful his wedding would have been if it was right here. right now. but no, they had to do an autumn event. you want to get married in spring, you think and feel a smile touching your lips.

“why are you looking like that?” your friend asks, already seated on the soft blanket, sipping on his iced coffee.

“i’d like a spring wedding,” you answer, not even filtering your thoughts – you shouldn’t have to in front of your friend. jungkook’s reaction is close to comedic gold: his eyes widen while he sucks a breath of caffeine in his lungs; coughing harshly.

you move on instinct, closing the distance and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“wh- what the-e fu -…fuck?” he coughs and pushes against your touch to lean further on you.

“spring… it’d be so pretty, don’t you think?” you start after checking that he’s breathing normally again. “and just imagine the sea of flowers during this time. i really like the idea.”

you are met with silence. a long one. without looking at him, you grab your drink and take a sip.

then, jungkook answers. “your skin would look lovely against cherry blossoms.”

now you’re the one speechless – who even says stuff like that?

“don’t be condescending, kook,” you respond, willing your cheeks to discolor asap. your best friend just chuckles.

“i’m telling the truth, ____,” jungkook protests as he grabs your hand and holds it up against the treetops. “look, your skin glows.” his fingers push against your palm and you’re just… not stable enough for this. with a silent shudder you escape his touch.

“don’t say stuff like that to me, jungkook,” you voice rather harsh and you avoid his questioning gaze. you miss his touch as much as you hated it in the first place. jungkook doesn’t answer for a moment, but when he does, there is a forced joke on his lips.

“jin-hyung would be sneezing 24/7 with his allergies.” true, the oldest always looks in so much pain when you all move around during pollen season. you chuckle and try to get your thoughts away from a very unattractive mid-sneeze seokjin and more focused on the cupcakes peeking out of jungkook’s basket.

“can’t have my man of honor sabotaging all the wedding pictures,” you snort and grab one of the baked goods – it’s an apple crumble muffin, making your mouth water instantly.

“hah” your best friend laughs at you while some crumbles fall into your lap. “if taehyung isn’t your man of honor, he’ll prank bomb the hell out of your wedding.”

“what about you?” you ask and face him fully, the half-eaten muffin in your palm an unspoken invitation as jungkook snatches it from you. he takes a bite and you think he regrets taking off his sunglasses. his eyes look at you hesitantly.

“i’m not sure you’d like to have me as your man of honor,” he confesses and you watch him with surprise. is he the same person who wanted you to become his best man a few days ago?

“why would you think that?”

“you know,” jungkook starts and moves an inch away from you – his palms are pressed into the blanket. “the last few weeks i felt like… maybe there are some… moments where this” – jungkook’s head moves between the two of you – “wasn’t as honest as it’s used to be.”

you are kind of disappointed in yourself. there you are – going to therapy twice a week, working on a healthy, objective relationship with your crush. and now it’s him, not you, who is the brave one.

“but it’s not bad, right?” you voice, insecurity making your tone more timid than you’d like. even if jungkook doesn’t love you, he still cherishes you, right? your best friend looks at you like there is a whole ass shinigami on your shoulder.

“____, our friendship could never be bad. never.” then there is a silence. “but, like… do you feel secure with me? with this?”

his eyes shine with questions you are not ready to answer. but jungkook’s stare is there and it’s now and maybe it’s right on time.

“my mental health hasn’t been so good lately,” you start hesitantly. “i’m trying to reevaluate my relationships… see… where to make… improvements or… or where to set boundaries.”

honesty without being explicit. yoongi would roll his eyes.

the man in front of you nods, no judgement in his face. then he speaks:

“i’ve been in therapy since bangtan retired,” jungkook offers, which makes you suck in a harsh breath – for years he’s been seeing someone without you – his best friend – knowing?

“i had this whole identity – people idolizing me – milking me for… money, fame… opportunity. and then i just – just stopped being a singer. stopped my vlives. stopped my posts. many left – was i nothing without my band?” he asks softly tracing the lines on the blanket underneath you. there are tears in your eyes at his pain.

“talking about it, reshaping myself, rediscovering me – was … so tiering.” he chuckles without humor and you can’t help but agree: every therapy session is like a sixty-minute cardio routine.

“it was actually my therapist who recommended me doing these dance workshops in schools. i wouldn’t have met you if i didn’t listen to her,” jungkook reveals and you smile softly at the memory of a flustered jungkook surrounded by all your students, excited to meet a former idol.

“so, i hope you know that i’m very proud of you for seeing yoongi.” his voice sound strained, not entirely honest. “and i hope you realize that this“ his hand moves between the two of you “is a good thing.”

your heart beats faster while your skin shudders from a phantom cold. it’s confusing and exciting at the same time. jungkook looks as vulnerable as a porcelain doll in front of you. you feel close to tears watching your best friend.

“i hope so too, kook,” you admit and smile. he doesn’t mirror you because there is a part of him disappointed you are hoping instead of knowing. it’s a big part.

“you are a good thing to me, ____,” jungkook offers instead. “and that’s verified by my therapist.”

now a chuckle escapes him and you can’t help your own laughter joining in.

“but you have so many good things – i’m still searching for mine.” there is a wistful undertone in your voice and you are not ashamed of it.

“apart from you and the boys and my company… there is little that brings me joy,” jungkook confesses, making you freeze with his exclusion.

“what about your fiancée?” you ask and can’t look into his deep eyes.

“you know how it is with her,” he answers in a monotone voice. you want to scream at him, that you in fact do not know how it is, that you have only seen her a handful of times. heck, you’ve even met seokjin’s housekeeper more often than jungkook’s fiancée. your best friend has done the most to separate you two. you can count every mention of her on your fingers and you’d still have some left. it’s unfair he looks at you like you’re it when he’s got a woman at home wearing his engagement ring with pride.

there is so much frustration mounting in your stomach, it makes you mad.

“maybe i don’t know enough,” you say, the heat missing in your words. you sound more resigned and seeing how distant jungkook looks at you, there is little hope he’ll explain more… or anything.

“sir” jungkook’s bodyguard scares you, not having heard the mountain of muscles coming up to the two of you. “excuse the interruption” he is not interrupting anything. “a few girls have spotted you. your location is compromised.”

jungkook looks relieved and nods at his security. there is a silly part of you who’s glad as well, but another one would have loved to press your best friend for… anything.

“let’s pack up, ____” jungkook is on his feet in seconds and even though he mentioned the both of you, there is an unspoken order as his bodyguard starts to collect the food while the ceo takes your empty coffee cups. you shouldn’t lift a finger – still, it’s you who gets up and folds the now unoccupied blanket. the silence is not uncomfortable, but there is an underlying tension making you vibrate not only from the caffeine.

you’re out of the park in under ten minutes. during the ride back you steal one of the untouched muffins. jungkook acts like he doesn’t notice. the next morning a few pictures of your outing make it onto page six of the local newspaper. taehyung is astonished because he wasn’t invited. seokjin makes an unflattering meme out of one snap where you are drinking coffee. and jimin is silent, as are you and jungkook.

most of the times when you are waiting for yoongi to open his door and invite you into the now familiar office, you feel anxious. it’s normal, you know that. most people don’t like working through their problems. like jungkook said, it’s tiering. still, you are always 12 % excited to see your therapist because he is cool. talking to him means something to you. today however you feel impatient.

your picnic with jungkook is fresh in your mind. you’ve even taken the time to write some of your dialog down, so you’d be more objective during the retelling. yoongi will know how to work through this; you’ve got confidence in him.

“_____?” your therapist looks at you from the threshold of his door. he looks professional in his teal button down, wearing his glasses. but at the same time his face is paler than usual, fatigue clouding his eyes. you try to grin at him while closing the distance.

“hey, yoongi! how have you been?” you ask, making your voice extra soft not to irritate him. there is a forced smile on his lips – the one he always has when you start to rant about your oats. it makes you halt in front of him.

“everything okay?”

yoongi just nods before stepping back into his office and motioning you to follow him. still unsure about his mood, you just want to feel the familiar leather of his couch underneath you. he’d explain soon, you think. yeah, and then you could talk about jungkook. again.

but the couch is not empty. hell, your seat – the one you’ve had for months – is occupied. a man is grinning at you so brightly you want to close your eyes. and move him from your seat. in that order.

“huh?” you go, _____. very eloquent.

“hoseok, this is ______. ______, this is hoseok,” yoongi introduces you formally and you can’t help it but to bow curtly at the male in your seat. the man – hoseok – gets up from his – your – spot and moves closer to yoongi and you.

“______, i’m so, so happy to finally meet you!” this person is too happy. it’s like he tries to be the extrovert energy in the room that’s missing between you and yoongi. hoseok looks like the sun and you don’t like it. what is he doing here? and what does he mean by finally? confused, you stare at yoongi. why does he look so ashamed while tilting his glasses further up his nose?

“what is he doing here?” you ask a bit too blunt, but you know yoongi doesn’t care.

“he’s a colleague of mine. one of the best”, your shrink says slowly. so what, they had a meeting? lunch date? and he’s leaving now? just an overlap of meetings?

hoseok seems to take pity on his old friend when he addresses you next.

“i’ll be taking over your case from now, ______.”

_____

sorry that i’ve been away for so long. life has been bad. too much stress to handle. then i read a lot of fanfic to destress and it made me just more insecure about my own writing. still, i tried my best with this chapter and i hope you enjoyed it! please let me know what you think! i’d love to hear from you! fair warning: next chapter is gonna be the downhill to the angst-y part of this fic. just to clarify: i don’t like what yoongi and jungkook are doing here. just to be clear. but i do think they are both trying. somewhat. love, dana p.s. someone recommended this fic @ ficswithlove and it was very touching and i loved that a lot... thanks again to this kind soul!

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vydante · 4 years

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Restart | END | Avengers x Male! Reader

I am discontinuing my Restart series because I've simply lost creative juices for it. That's it, no elaborate or other reason. Anyways, I didn't want to just end it on the last chapter, and as someone who loves to overshare (especially if it's unsolicited), I thought some might like to see what drafts I had in plan, going chapter by chapter.

It goes up to Ch. 20 with additional bonus chapters, and chapters where I wasn't sure where they were going to be placed in the timeline.

If you have any comments, let me know! I'd love to read them :)

Here goes! Warning: very long, since the formatting is weird! The reader will be referred to as (Name) and "you", as in the story.

Right after Ch. 12 (Circumvention), are 2 special chapters (High Caliber Bullet) & (America's Sweethearts).

(High Caliber Bullet)'s basic plot was that Barnes, now # amount of weeks since the last chapter, has gained some freedoms and can now go out and about with either (Name) or DAHLIA for supervision (via his phone, and through the cameras everywhere).

In this particular chapter, he basically goes out for a typical grocery run with DAHLIA "accompanying" him, since before, he remembers (Name) telling him that "I won't always be there with you". But something bad happens! Wooo! (Maybe an attempted robbery, I didn't have the details sorted out yet.)

Either way, DAHLIA loses contact with him, and she tries to contact you ASAP, but it takes a little while since your dumbass was asleep the whole time! Wow! The suit had to manually power on and shake you awake.

Anyways, the only thing I had "written down" after that was that, after a failed search attempt for James, you go back home and are greeted with a surprise... "Kabedon"? Or, you're pinned to the walls by James... Or, rather, the Winter Soldier!

You're not sure what's going on, only that, "Wow, Barnes is acting weird. Why is he suddenly Russian? Wh- Okay, wow, he's suddenly gotten a lot closer. Now, wait a fuckin' minute-!"

Either way, you and James make a discovery of a second personality living inside his body- the Soldier! Or Winter, I'm still unsure which I would have gone for. If you're familiar with certain WinterIron tropes, this is one of them. Anyways, that's the end of that chapter, or what I had written so far, anyway.

This chapter is really important to the canon of Restart since it establishes Soldier, but it didn't fit into my initial plans of 10 chapters an arc, so. That's why it's a "special" chapter.

The next "special" chapter after that was (America's Sweethearts). I had written 2 "chunks" of text for this chapter. The main plot is, basically, you and Steve spent a platonic (promise!) Valentine's Day together. Hence the title. Cute, right? This was referenced in Ch. 9 (Revelation) during Future! Steve's reminiscing.

Anyways, below the next text is what I had written for that chapter. It will be in normal text.

No other thoughts on that, so let's move on.

"You live like this?"

In his defense, Steve's apartment wasn't messy in the slightest. In fact, it was the other way around- everything was too clean, too pristine, too detached. The only saving grace he's getting from standing in the middle of his apartment is the fact that compared to the chilly Brooklyn weather, it was almost obnoxiously warm in his apartment.

Not only did he have the heater going on, but he had another separate, portable heater blasting hot air in the corner.

(Sometimes, and only sometimes, Steve will stand in front of the heater and slowly spin around like a rotisserie chicken. The heat feels good, in his defense.)

The heat was something that you, thankfully, didn't comment on as you shed your jacket and slung it around the coat hanger near the door. You're wearing an over-sized tee- Thor's tee, he absentmindedly notes- and some sweats, both like and unlike the (Name) he often sees.

(It's not uncommon for Steve to glance at a newspaper or TV still shot and see you with your hair slicked back and dressed head to toe in a suit so expensive he's confident it costs at least a few years' worths of a typical New Yorker's rent.

Neither is uncommon to see you on the front cover of Men's Magazine, wearing a simple tee that shouldn't look that good on you but still does and posing confidently for the camera.

But despite all that, all of the clearly flattering outfits you could possibly wear at the tips of your fingers, often Steve will see you wear a disparagingly obnoxious, dirty shirt, and an old pair of sweats as your go-to outfit.)

(No, he will never admit that he really likes seeing you like that. Even with the mysterious smudged substance often found on the bottom of your sweats, as if you had swing danced in mud and crude oil.)

Regardless, while he often questions your private life fashion choices (and this is coming from a man who willingly wears khakis), he at least knows why you're wearing what you are, given the fact that he's also dressed in an overused tee and some joggers.

"What's wrong with my apartment? Not up to par with your penthouse standards?" Steve jests.

"Steve. Please." You threw him an unimpressed glare, much to Steve's never-ending amusement.

You glanced back to the inside of the apartment and squinted at it with what Steve could only describe as a rich man's scrutinizing gaze, before shrugging nonchalantly. You strolled into his apartment with a confidence Steve can still never get used to, one that reminds him so much of Tony's, and even Howard on his bad days.

(He understands why Tony doesn't like it when he brings Howard up, as he belatedly realizes that Howard didn't die the same man he knew him as, but he never understood why you've suddenly gotten bitter about Howard as well.)

He follows you into the hallway, and if it weren't for the fact that this was his apartment, he would've looked like a lost puppy following its new owner.

His apartment's not really that big, so it doesn't take long before you've both reached the living room. A simple TV, simple couch, simple table. Nothing really exciting in his living room, but it serves its purposes, in Steve's opinion.

(This is the end of that chunk. Next is where I picked up in writing. Short time skip, they both fall asleep and now Steve's waking up.)

It was the change in the smell that woke him up.

It's always the scent of fresh linen that greeted him early in the morning, something that's become so attuned to his everyday life. So when, instead, popcorn and sweets drifts his way, for a brief second his heart rate jumps.

'What?', his mind asks as he opens his eyes, bleary but cautious.

'Oh,' his mind responds back at him when his eyes drift down to your sleeping form laying splayed right on top of him, body glued to his side. You're mainly hogging the blanket, but he doesn't really mind as he runs hot 24/7.

'Oh', his mind repeats softly, as something deep unfurls from his stomach and rises to his throat, clenching up and unable to say anything as his eyes fixate themselves on your steady breathing. Your lips are too close to his neck, each breath too warm, even for him. His skin burns where it meets yours, and absently he thinks, 'this is nice'.

'Yeah,' he lifts his hand to brush away a strand of hair away from your eyes, 'This is nice.'

Steve blearily throws a glance at the clock on his nightstand. 4 more minutes until he'd typically wake up and start his day with a morning jog.

'No,' his body protests.

'Okay,' his mind agrees without a fight.

He carefully reaches over and presses the silence button on his alarm. Above him, a breathy exhale escapes your lips at the sudden movement, and if possible, you curl closer to him than you were before. He pauses, unsure if you're going to wake up or not, but relax when he realizes that you're still in a deep slumber.

(Another break. Next sentence was supposed to be the final sentence of the chapter.)

In the end, neither of you commented about how Steve had missed his daily morning run as his limbs were straddled in between yours.

Ch. 13 (Upheaval) and 14 (Airlocked) are short in terms of drafting, so I'll combine them into one section here. Ch. 13 (Upheaval) was about taking down SHIELDRA in a better manner than the mess that was CA:TWS. And (Name) also forces Steve and Natasha to fess up immediately about Tony's parent's murderer. ((Name) threatens them.)

As for Ch. 14 (Airlocked), it's pretty much a filler chapter of sorts. (Name) graduates, there's now an official class-action lawsuit against Ross, also now keeping an eye on Baron Zemo, and we see some progression on Barne's therapy session. Not much, but some.

I really was not looking forward to these two chapters, as I knew they were gonna be boring as hell.

Ch. 15 (Spiralling) has actual written chunks. It's basically about the early prevention of Ultron. The Avengers go to a Sokovian HYDRA base, take out baddies, and the Super Twins get captured first- wow! But not before Wanda does... something to (Name), causing you to hallucinate and lose contact with the team- uh oh!

But don't worry! You get run over by a car. Lol. Below is what I had written for it, sans minor text.

A/N: In Ch. 7 (Summer), there was a 'dream-sequence' that happened where (Name) was on Titan with Tony, Peter, Stephen, and the GOTG. I've now decided that in canon, (Name) was not on Titan- instead, you were on Earth instead during IW helping at Wakanda. Just a brief plot-hole wrap-up; let's imply that (Name) had watched video footage of the fight at Titan via Tony's suit afterward, and that's where the nightmare came from. Okay bye.

(VERY abrupt start into the story, not meant to be the start of the chapter in the final draft, just where I wanted to start writing. Intro to Wanda.)

You jerked your head, catching a glimpse of brunette hair in the corner of your eyes. You swung your gauntlet instinctively and made instant contact with whatever was next to you. Flutters of red wisps followed your eyes, and you instantly knew what just happened as a body dropped next to you.

You grunted and leaned onto the nearest wall, watching the girl's limp body with caution. Your shoulder plate lifted, and a tranquilizing dart connected to her thigh.

Just in case.

"Guys, I- I've been- ugh..." You wanted to vomit, the pounding in your head worsening with each millisecond that passes. Already, your surroundings distort you with each blink, walls melting and the floor sinking in on itself. "I've been- com-," you swallowed back your bile, "-compromised... Sending- location... Ergh..."

You didn't even have enough time to hear a response before the whole world around you shifted. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to calm your thundering heartbeat. The pounding got worse as the armor around you dissipated into nothing but the under-suit you were wearing. Before, where there were the shouting and gunshots, is now replaced with an eerie silence filled with just your laborious breathing.

You didn't know the full extent of what visions you were about to see, but you needed to remember that none of this is real. Scientifically, that was your only safe haven from possibly losing your mind for what's about to come. And it was worse because you had no idea what visions you'd see. Would you see Thanos? The Chitauri, just like your father once had? Or would it be something more close to home; the bunker? Tony's dead body, splayed with vomit around him, frostbitten to the touch and still like a marbled statue?

Ready to go up and arms at whatever it was you're about to see, you cautiously opened your eyes.

(Line break, there's meant to be an "oh shit" line, like "Only, you were met with eyes far too similar to yours." but I still didn't know what I wanted to do for the hallucination sequence. Maybe meeting an older you, a younger you, or your dream life without the Avengers or meta-humans.)

(Below is an abrupt shift in the story; same general setting, but outside POV! What I had was dialogue only, alternating between people in bold, as a POV switch.)

(Name) "Guys, I- I've been- ugh... I've been- com-compromised... Sending- location... Ergh..."

(Steve) "Apex, do you copy? (Name)!"

(Steve) "Shit, (Name) isn't answering! Tony!"

(Tony) "Got his location, he's inside the base. J.A.R.V.I.S., what's his status?"

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I'm sorry, Sir, but it appears that I am not in contact with his suit."

(Tony) "Wha- the hell do you mean you're not in contact?!"

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I cannot connect to his suit; it appears that Young Sir has somehow deprogrammed me from his suit."

(Tony) "Wha-!"

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "However, it seems as if there is an A.I. present nonetheless. Though..."

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I do not recognize the code. Would you like me to attempt at forming a mode of communication?"

(Tony) "Yeah, just- God, make sure (Name)'s okay, please."

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "On it."

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "Establishing a connection."

(DAHLIA) "Mister Stark?"

(Tony) "Wha- I'm sorry- who are you?"

(DAHLIA), ignoring Tony, "An enhanced got to (Name). The operative is down, but (Name)'s experiencing hallucinations. I can't get through to him- you need to get to him, now. I fear he may hurt himself more than he already has."

(DAHLIA) "And if I may be privy to a request?"

(Tony) "What?"

(DAHLIA) "Don't bring Rogers." (I don't remember why I wrote this bit.)

(Steve) "Any updates on (Name)?"

(Tony) "Yep, and by the looks of it," there was a loud boom coming from the base, and as Tony looked up to see an all too familiar suit fly out of the building. Or, rather, flying was an interesting way to put it- it was more of a free-falling more than anything else.

(Steve) "What was that?"

(Tony) "That was (Name), and he's not havin' a great time I'll tell you that."

His voice was light and joking, but he'd be lying if he didn't say that his heart wasn't in his throat by the sight of you flying out of the building and falling back into the forests.

(Line break, another POV switch)

Steve sprinted towards the loud boom, movements quick and calculated, but mind racing a thousand miles an hour. He saw a red and gold glint fly up above him, zipping in and out between trees gracefully.

(Line break, but no switch, same place. Another story POV shift, sort of. Steve makes contact with (Name), or so he thinks.)

"(Name)? Hey, do you copy?"

The suit was eerily silent, glowing eyes that once gave comfort to the soldier now bringing nothing but an awful, gripping dread; one that he'd get when there were Nazi soldiers nearby, but he couldn't tell where even with his enhanced senses. The suit gave away nothing that usually screamed out everything that was you- no head swaying, no restless and constantly shifting feet, only a stillness that looked so unnatural. Almost as if there was no one in there.

"(Name)?"

There was no response from you.

The hairs on Steve's neck stood up, everything in his system suddenly screaming to get out of there, run, leave, get away from the suit, but he ignored it as he took a cautious step forward.

Again, you didn't seem to react.

Then, the suit took a step forward.

Then another one.

And another one.

"(Name)-"

Before he could say anything more, the suit lunged forward. Only for a moment could Steve react, but even he wasn't as fast as you could be when you're in the suit. He raised his shield, ready to be shot at, but only the sound of harsh metal on metal makes it to his ears. By the sounds of it, it sounded like Tony had managed to land a direct hit on you, from wherever position he was at. Cautiously, Steve lowers his shield to look.

But instead of the familiar red and gold suit of armor greeting him, it's the sight of two (color) suits wrestling on the ground with each other that manages to sucker-punch all air from his lungs.

(Basically, you went bat shit insane and got out of the older suit, then prematurely activating the nano suit instead, in a fit of panicked hallucination. The older suit, now operating by DAHLIA, was trying to protect Steve from being ambushed by (Name), and now they're wrestling.)

(Another big break, but I think I had a hallucination sequence from (Name)'s POV planned here. Not sure what I was gonna do here since I planned this like, maybe in 2018, early 2019. It's... 2021 now...)

"-(Name)!"

Your eyes widened as the world around you suddenly shifts out of existence, and instead, you're outside in the dim, snowy alps once again. Someone called out to you, you don't know who, but there's a light in the corner of your eyes that's so goddamn bright. You turn your head in the direction of the light, and amidst all of the yelling and gunshots, DAHLIA's cool, chilling voice rings the loudest in your ear.

"Aborting protoc-"

And then the world turned black.

Ch. 16 (Enflamed) also has written text. Basically, you're recovering from being caught slipping by a car, the team is now aware of certain secrets you've been keeping behind their backs, and you realize that you have to get back to Barnes to let him know you're okay.

This chapter was meant to be focused on the twins, but I guess I forgot that as I was "writing" it. Basically, the gist was that their parent's deaths weren't by officially licensed Stark tech (maybe even a counterfeit since Stark weapons are the best, and don't malfunction as it did in WandaVision ep. 8). Maybe HYDRA was the one that did it in order to recruit more people. Or something like that. Basically, Tony wasn't the one who authorized those weapons to be sold and used there, but it was Stane. Either way, they get their own healthy moment to mourn and lament over it all.

Here's the text below. Italics for a dream sequence, since you were unconscious/ in a coma from being bOnked on by a car.

"Hey, sweetheart."

You smile, turning around to face the voice only to be greeted with lips on yours. You chuckle, amused that this was the first thing you'd be greeted with, but lean into the kiss anyways as you wrapped your fingers around their cheek.

They pull back first, but their eyes are warm as they smile, lingering in the space between the two of you. Where their hands laid on your hips, your skin burned bright hot, but you paid no mind to it.

(There's supposed to be more, maybe foreshadowing, but I stopped here in terms of the dream sequence. Jump cut to another POV, but you're waking up!)

(Name) "Hnng..."

(Steve) "Stay down! You're in no condition to move at all, just- just rest, okay? The doctors- and- your dad are coming."

(Steve) "How're you feeling? You want some water?"

You tried to turn your head to look at the blonde but hissed suddenly.

(Name) "S'nnof'a' b'ch..." (Son of a bitch.)

Steve helped you settle back onto your pillow- which even he'll admit doesn't look like the most comfortable setting in the world.

"Language, (Name)..."

He reprimanded, but there's no heat in his words as he's just so thankful that you're even capable of forming any words, no matter how profane they may be.

Beside him, Clint laughs a bit too loud for comfort. Steve wants to tell him to be quiet, as he's sure you're sensitive to noise right now, but God he can't blame the archer for his overwhelming relief.

Lord knows Clint wasn't the only one to stress over their youngest Avenger.

"First words after a damn coma, and it's 'son of a bitch'! I told you he's a fighter!"

"Of course he is, he's a Stark after all."

All eyes turn to see the billionaire and assassin walk into the room. They look clean and pristine as always, but by the slight sheen of sweat on both of them, Steve knew they rushed here as soon as word spread that you were awake.

(Natasha) "Tooting your own horn a little much there?"

Natasha's smile betrays her words as she looks fondly from the senior Stark to the junior. Even the ironclad wall she has up 24/7 has a soft spot for the team's junior member.

(Especially for the junior member, but you didn't hear that from Steve.)

(Tony) "It's both of our horns, excuse you."

Tony turns his attention to you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You sure took a hit back there, champ."

"Mmm... 'm feel like a... Nn... A damn Make A W'sh kid...", (Mm, am feeling like a damn Make A Wish kid...) your eyes, though blown out from still being drugged up, wandered across each Avenger. You frowned, then smirked- well, as best as you could, anyways.

"Where's th' Hul'k? T'or?" (Where's the Hulk? Thor? (As a joke, since usually the whole gang visits, but they're missing))

"Relax junior, you're not that special. We can only afford so many Avengers to visit you."

Despite his harsh words, Tony places a kiss right on your forehead. Your eyes flutter closed, lashes delicately batting as Tony leans away.

(Big block of nothing, there were supposed to be more text here, more dialogue or something. Same setting!)

(Tony) "So. We need to talk about what happened back there. Y'know. The brand-smackin' new A.I. that's in your suit- she's been awfully quiet. Oh, and the- lord, the thing's a work of art- the- what is it? Nanite suit? That's in a collar- a collar? I mean, I'm not one to judge questionable fashion statements, but-"

(Steve, or someone else) "Tony."

(Tony) "Right- but, we are going to talk about all that, okay?"

"L'ter, ple's? Am tir'd..." (Later, please? Am tired.)

"An' b'sides, chok'r's fun..." (And besides, chokers are fun.)

(Line break, basically, you remember you have a certain Winter Soldier that's been sitting at home without any word from you.)

’Oh fuck.’

(Big line break, basically, you get discharged from the hospital, and now you visit the safehouse Barnes is in to check up on him.)

It was eerily quiet when you opened the door to the safe house. You limped into the door, thankful that the ride on the way back, there were no paparazzi to see you leave at all. (Really, Happy should get a raise.) Lord knows how much of a rile that'll get out of the news media.

'Avengers' Golden Boy: Fatally Injured?' or something dumb like that.

You'd love to roll your eyes, but the tension that's coiling up in your gut surpasses the want as you slowly step into the house. It's warm, more so than the slow brewing chill that's been tempering outside. James never liked the cold, but even so, the house was warmer than you remembered. His shoes are still near the doorway, in the exact place that you remembered it to be, so he definitely hasn't gone anywhere.

(Though, the alerts that were on your phone from DAHLIA definitely show that he wanted to.)

For a brief moment, you were concerned that there wasn't enough food; but even then, DAHLIA would still be up, so she could place an online order to refill the fridge at a moment's notice, so it's not like James (even with his super-soldiered appetite) would starve himself here.

You quietly slipped out of your shoes, slowly as to not incur another cramp in your back, and stepped into the hallway barefooted. You glance into each room you pass by, but not a single sign of the soldier was anywhere to be found.

You stopped when you stood in front of one specific lounge room; yours and James' favorite lounge room.

Lurking into the room, you glanced around.

The room looked exactly like how it did days before when you were still conscious. There are a few mugs strewn about. Most empty, conjoined in one area of the table (James' area), but there's one that's filled with your favorite drink. A drink that you don't remember making for yourself.

And it's placed right in front of your favorite chair, too. Something squeezes at your heartstrings as you couldn't help but smile fondly.

It's gone cold, you absently note as you dip a finger into it. Wiping your finger on your pants, you grabbed it and the rest of the empty cups, making a note to place them into the dishwasher when you make it into the kitchen.

"James?"

You called out, but only your voice echoed back. The cups quietly rattled with each step, and it's not long before you make it into the kitchen. It, too, looks the same, but there's a thin layer of dust only a clean freak would notice. The sink is empty and clear of any beads of water. Unused for a little bit, you concluded.

Yeesh.

You placed all of the cups into the dishwasher, which was also dry and empty as well. Sighing, you turned on the machine and jumped out of your skin when you felt a pair of built arms wrap themselves around you tightly.

It only takes a split second for you to realize that, no, this is not some ax murderer that's about to choke the life out of you, it's just James.

James who, apparently, is holding you flush against his chest, fingers curling themselves against your bandaged abdomen. You held back a wince of pain, careful not to make your breathing waver, as James nuzzle his whole head against the crook of your neck.

(Honestly, for someone named the Winter Soldier, he sure is warm because whew, boy-)

"Ja-"

"I thought you were gone."

His name is caught in your throat as James' voice- gritty, deep, unused- rumbles into your skin. You freeze, unsure of what to say to that as you shuddered, suddenly breathless as he mouths at your neck. Your ears turn bright red as he takes that moment to speak up, not once letting up on his fingers ghosting a trail on each muscle on your abdomen.

"You were gone. One second you were in my arms, and the next... The next, DAHLIA's tellin' me you're in a damn coma."

You winced, not sure how to respond to both what he said or the growl that accompanied it. You looked up at the camera that was in a nearby corner and threw it a withering glance, feeling slightly betrayed by DAHLIA for telling James that.

Thankfully (or probably not), James isn't really looking for a response as he continues on.

"Моя звездная пыль (My stardust)," Russian slips out, bringing a chill up your spine as bits of Winter spills out from James' fingertips, "The witch got to you, didn't she?"

Goosebumps raised on your skin, and to your silence, James snarled. You can barely feel his teeth graze on your nape, and you really don't know if you should feel embarrassed or something else.

And wow, okay, maybe you should tell James to ease up on the "hug", because holy shit, his grip's getting tighter and it's starting to actually hurt.

(Ah, he might tear the stitches.)

"HYDRA сукa...! Я убью ее...!" (HYDRA bitch...! I'll kill her...!)

You huffed, still red in the face as he hasn't even nudged away from letting you go. You patted his forearm, signaling for him to loosen up his grip, and to his credit, he does. Barely, but it was still something.

"I dunno what ya' just said in Russian, but I know what Hydra сукa means. No cussing in Russian, only in English."

He mumbles something incoherent into your shoulder, rubbing circles into your stomach with a tantalizingly slow speed. You coughed; in literally any other situation this would be one of the hottest things you've ever experienced, but considering that James was more Winter than James right now, and your stomach is literally burning in pain from the rubbing, you opted to ignore the fact that you really liked that James was this close and spoke up.

"Not to alarm you or anything, but uh, if you keep rubbing my stomach like that," your breath hitched, the pain starting to become a little too much, "I'm gonna pass out from the pain," you said, with clenched teeth.

(End of what I had written down. Anyways, not sure where I was gonna go from here.)

Ch. 17-20 are relatively short in terms of what I had written down.

Ch. 17 (Reconditioning) has 3 things typed down:

integrating the twins, thoughts of integrating bucky

supreme distrust between you and the twins

meanwhile maybe thoughts from twins abt you? you're around their age

3rd bullet introduces the idea that they might be love interests. Maybe. Shrugs. That chapter would be heavier on the character developments of the twins, both as their own persons and their relationship with you, specifically. They don't like you because you're Tony's son, still some bitter feelings there, and you don't like them because... Well... there's just a lot of bad feelings. They helped kill J.A.R.V.I.S. in your original timeline. Wanda basically fucked off with Vision. She antagonized Tony. (And there is a hypocrisy there since I would've written you to have done the same thing there. (Name) isn't perfect.)

You just didn't get along with Pietro since, back when he wasn't dead, you were immature and not yet accustomed to dealing with people who're purposefully frustrating/ teasing/ mocking/ etc. Nothing really personal with him, it's Wanda that you had beef with. But you'll get over it one day.

Ch. 18 (Longstanding) is shorter.

you and james have a talk, and after a year or two being solitary, you agree that he should be in the avengers

he joins the avengers

That's it, that's the chapter.

Ch. 19 (Accountability) deals with newer Accords (not a Sokovian one! Just from the proposed need for accountability).

It goes better around this time, as basically all of the Avengers agree to it, with their own caveats of course. Steve especially, but of course, he's willing to work with the governments about it this time around. Also, Peter Parker gets introduced, in accordance with the "underaged enhanced/ superheroes" clause, or some bull like that.

Ch. 20 (Wakanda) is basically the intro to CA:CW but like, civilized. No bombing since Zemo still has his family. Introduces Wakanda, and T'Challa as a potential love interest. If you're interested in IronPanther, I highly recommend reading the IronPanther Collection by Okyverlo on AO3. It's great and got me a lot of interest in T'Challa as a love interest.

As for official chapters with the plot, that's about it. I wasn't sure what to do afterward.

There were some loose ideas I had about what would happen to (Name). Maybe the truth is revealed, that you're actually from the future, and Dr. Strange separates past and future you into two separate bodies. Future! you into your original future body, and past! you into the current body. Past! you still have the same memories and thoughts that future! you had, but with less angst. Future! you is noticeably more depressed and just a bummer. Lol.

And after that, 2023! you would go back to the future where you belonged, and Past! you would stay in the present since, duh, that's still Past! you's original timeline. It's a little confusing when I type it down haha.

I was thinking maybe 2023! you would pair up with Steve since you realized how burdensome it is to continue to resent someone. Now you understood what Tony meant.

And Past! you would definitely pair up with James, but maybe Steve too. A nice lil' polygamous relationship.

Now here's the other, non-official chapters.

2 What If's, and 3 Specials, in the order they're listed at the moment.

What If (2013 Counterpart) plays with an initial idea I had, where Past! (Name) was actually sent into the future into 2023! (Name)'s body during the prologue. Not sure where I was gonna go with this chapter, but I really wanted to mess with that possibility, and show just how immature and teenager-y Past! you were.

What If (Swapped Places) plays with the idea that you and Tony, in the original timeline, had swapped places. You were on Titan with Spiderman, Dr. Strange, and the GOTG, while Tony was on Earth with everyone else. That's all I had planned. Maybe you actually won and managed to get the gauntlet off of Thanos when you realized that Peter Quill was about to go crazy over his ex's death, and you knocked him down in time.

Special (Find My Body, Only At The Oak Tree), deals with you and your depression over the reality that you might have to relive the blip again, and aside from the Avengers, you really don't have anyone else and nothing's worth really living for at this point. I actually have a lot written for this one. Not sure if I wanted this to be canon.

Trigger warning: suicidal tendencies.

(Below is the general idea I had for the plot.)

(names) birthdays across the years so far

we see slow mental deterioration of (name) as he aches

we see as we reach closer and closer to the deadline, (name) dreads even thinking about thanos and wants to die before even looking at him, a symbol of their failure

lowkey highkey suicidal

___

The first time you celebrated your 17th birthday was in 2014.

The second time you celebrated your 17th birthday was also in 2014... Obviously.

The first time you celebrated your 17th birthday, the whole tower was flooded with people who you knew and people who you couldn't care to know. It was filled with what little was left of your friend group outside of the Avengers; it was also filled with the rich, the pompous, the irritating of New York.

You got into a yelling match with your dad that night, over something you couldn't even bother to remember, and stormed off into your room, fuming as the party still went on without their birthday boy present.

(It's always like that as if you're replaceable. Surely, you must be; the Avengers can and will, if need be, exist without you.)

The second time you celebrated your 17th birthday, you told your dad you wanted it to be small and personal. Only the Avengers were there, as a few days ago did you spend a pre-birthday celebration with some of your high school 'friends' (which only mainly consisted of playing Smash Bros Brawl in your room and eating an ungodly amount of junk food as you fake laughed along with their shitty jokes.) (Steve promptly made you burn those calories off in training.).

(What Steve doesn't know is that you purposefully ate that much to train with him; otherwise, you had the whole day off the next day.

You didn't want to be alone.)

It was sweet as everyone gave their gifts to you (which you already knew what it was, but said nothing of it), and as everyone got drunk off of the expensive liquor or Asgardian mead, you quietly snuck out of the building and back into the safe house where James was waiting for you.

(He waits, but how much of it is because he has no other choice?

It is not like that, you keep reminding yourself.

Who is to say, other than you?

James never says anything of it, and you start to wonder if he feels as if he has no choice.

As if he feels like he's been made another prisoner, once again.

At what point, what is separating the distinction between you and HYDRA, in his mind?

You're not too keen on finding out the answer anytime soon.)

The whole way there, you thought of nothing in particular.

You quietly celebrated with him too, shared a few slices of cake he made just for you before you quietly said goodnight to him. He kissed you on the cheek, said a simple goodnight, and slipped away into his own bedroom.

Meanwhile, you spent the rest of the night drinking too much alcohol, alone, in the dark of your room, staring at nothing in particular, thinking about nothing in particular.

The next morning, you jokingly wished you had just died last night as you're bent over the toilet emptying your stomach contents.

___

The first time you celebrated your 18th birthday, you spent it outside in another country with your friends.

The second time you celebrated your 18th birthday party, you rented out a bumper kart arena with the Avengers.

The first time you celebrated your 18th birthday, you tried desperately to hang onto the remaining friends you had outside of the Avengers, a chance to feel normal for once. You practically went hiking across Europe and into Asia over the week of your birthday, and by God did you visit so many places. From the Louvre to the casinos in New Deli, you trekked everywhere with your friends and acted as a cash pig for their endeavors under the guise of celebrating your birthday. Least to say, you always got 'accidentally' blackout drunk on multiple occasions, oblivious to their actions.

Later you found out and cut them off instantly without another word. They didn't seem to notice that you stopped talking to them.

It hurt.

Pointless of you to try to maintain that friendship.

So on your next 18th birthday, having long forgone those friendships ages ago, you suggested going bumper karting with the Avengers. Bruce operated as the 'coach' of sorts, but he seemed to have enjoyed it as well.

It was fun, obviously.

It went on for a few hours, as you all had made up mini-games to play along with as they got bored of chasing after each other aimlessly for half an hour. A few games had you pairing up with some of the Avengers; the other had them actually using their skills to try to maim each other.

(Wanda at one point lifted everyone into the air as Pietro zoomed through the rink; though, he did slip and slam into the wall. Everyone laughed, but it was interrupted as Wanda promptly dropped everyone out of shock.

Everyone was too busy in their own shock as well to notice your labored breathes, wild crazed eyes, or how you clawed viciously at your throat at the sight of Wanda's red wisps. Your fingers were tinted a sick vermilion.

Thankfully, the arena was relatively dim, so no one could tell what just happened.)

It was fun. Everyone didn't hold their shoves back, and when things riled up, it turned into who would break a bone first. No one did, but everyone was definitely sore afterward. Of course, the enhanced ones didn't limp as much, but it made your limp nothing out of the ordinary.

(You tried your most damn not to just collapse completely, both exhaustion and pain threatening to snap your spine into little bits and pieces.

You jokingly wished it did.)

Thankfully, during the whole ordeal, no one noticed how you didn't avoid obvious hits, instead opting to just get harshly jostled in your kart and neck snapped haphazardly to the side at the sudden jolt. Or how you 'accidentally' keep forgetting to put on your seat belt or keep your fingers inside the kart.

Or at least, if they noticed, no one said anything as you limped around the tower the next day, bruises marred everywhere on your skin, a sheen of sweat blanketed on your skin throughout the whole day.

___

The first time you celebrated your 19th birthday, you were too swamped with both college and SI to actually... Celebrate.

You didn't even realize it was your birthday. No one did, actually; it took one of your professors to comment on how your name was trending on Twitter to actually get you to realize what the day was.

But even that didn't change your schedule, and as you moved on with your day, so did Twitter and the Avengers.

You never got to celebrate your 19th birthday, too swamped with other things to care.

The second time you celebrated your 19th birthday, you had too much free time in the world.

It ended up being just like your 17th. The Avengers had a little get-together (they remembered this time; what made it so different?) and all of them got drunk wildly off their asses. Once again, you slipped away from the main lounge, and stalked silently, blank-faced, towards a balcony.

You adjusted your collar appropriately and stood there. You stared outside into the bustling busy streets of New York, the city that never sleeps.

(Strange, that it's named that when often times it's the quietest whenever you're there to see it.)

You spend maybe 10 minutes standing there, staring into the oblivion that is New York.

And then, you climbed onto the railings.

Standing there, there was no rush of adrenaline that coursed its way through your veins, nor was there any fear or dread.

Only an overwhelming and crippling exhaustion that made waves through your body. No longer are you in your 19-year-old body, but your 27th. No longer are you in your younger, former self; one that shone brightly above the others, aspiring as both a heroic figure and one that would help pave the way towards a better, peaceful world.

No, instead, your soul feels like it's settled deep into your bones, an aching tire that keeps rocking and rattling at your already fractured, beaten down body, laughing at how pathetic you look.

(You're so tired.

You just wanted to live normally.

You never can, you eventually come to realize on your first 24th birthday.

That thought, now fully realized, would come to permeate it's way deep into your bones.)

All you wanted to do was to just take one step forward, off of the railing that you're so delicately balanced upon, and dive into air headfirst.

Really, all it takes is just one step.

And truly, you've never felt more at peace as your body dropped from the railings, descended quickly towards the streets below you.

What should've been a quick few seconds of a dive felt like an eternity drowning in a bottomless pool. The lights of New York flashed and beamed at you, but it changed rapidly from one to another. Your throat closes, shuttering, and you want so desperately to start screaming.

Only, no one would hear them.

The winds would carry away your screams, rushing a sound of its own that would overpower yours.

You wonder, absently, was this similar to what Rhodey felt that day?

Well.

You'd never really find out, now, will you?

Too late to ask.

(There's no way to get back home.

You can never see Morgan again- the Morgan that called you her big Care Bear, the Morgan that cried and threw a temper tantrum because you forgot to give her a goodnight kiss.

You can never see mom and dad again- while they're still here, it's just not the same. You'll never get to see the same Pepper who was so relieved just to see you alive after the Battle of Wakanda, even if you were practically on your death bed. You'll never get to see the same Tony who you spent hours crying into the shoulder of after the Blip.

You can never see the same Steve, Natasha, Rhodey, anyone, ever again.

Years spent just trying to be better, to help the world, to mend and build any relationships you could, gone.

And even if they weren't?

There's just no way to get back home anymore. Not back to the person you used to be.)

The next day, you got an earful from your parents when photos of your falling body appear all over the internet. All the meanwhile, you're not really listening to them, just staring right back at them.

Odd.

('When did you start looking at me with contempt?', you'd ask one day.

Tony just stares at you, then out the window. In his hand, he's holding a cup of coffee; in yours, water. You've since stopped drinking anything remotely sugary, caffeinated, or alcoholic, though you've never told anyone why.

'When did you start mistaking concern with contempt.', he responded, though it was more of a statement rather than a question.

You stared at him, then followed his gaze out the window.

Neither of you says anything, even as the hours go by in the blink of an eye.)

(That's all I had written down so far. Not sure where I wanted to go with this afterwards.)

Special (Vapidity, Testament To Absence) deals with future DAHLIA realizing what it means to mourn someone.

The house is empty.

It is an irrelevant thought, DAHLIA notes.

Technically speaking, the house has been empty quite often than not; after all, you were a busy man with an equally busy schedule. Being the CEO of SI and a huge contributing factor to the world's rebuilding made it more or less impossible for you to stay at home for long. Though, she also doesn't linger long in the house, either. But she's still there regardless, even if she's also with you on the other side of the planet for diplomatic reasons.

She knows of the emptiness inside this house; it was never an unfamiliar concept.

But with this emptiness, she's never once associated loneliness with it either.

It's a bit better when Virginia occasionally comes around to the house to do some maintenance. She might even bring along little Morgan with her.

("You keep saying she's a pest, but I know I sure as hell ain't the one that keeps shifting the TV to the kids' channels when she's around," you comment, not even taking your eyes off of the pan. DAHLIA says nothing towards your accusations, instead opting to tell you that you're burning your eggs.

You aren't, but she says nothing amidst your panic.)

A few others occasionally visit, too, much to DAHLIA's internal disapproval.

Rogers used to visit every day ever since she first noted the emptiness. His behavior was also peculiar. He'd prowl around the house, pausing here and there at random parts of the house. He'd often just... Stand there, seemingly looking at nothing for a long period, before jolting back and continue what he was doing. She's thankful that he hasn't noted her silence when he's around.

Often Banner would come along too, and he'd be talking quietly with Rogers. As of recently, they've stopped visiting though. Probably because of the recent news (that (Name) might still be alive, just lost in time), DAHLIA almost bitterly notes.

James ("Just call him Rhodey- literally no one calls him James nowadays." you laugh, eyes crinkling with amusement) visits too. He doesn't linger for long, but he makes sure to check up on DAHLIA, help tend to the flowers... She'd even dare say she wishes he'd visit more often.

Peter also visits here and there as well. He often comes with Morgan and Virginia, but there have been a few occasions where he's come here by himself. He'd spend most of his time in the garden, your favorite place. And when he's alone, she'd given him privacy out of respect, but even at a long distance, she can hear him talking by himself. He'd come back eyes red and swollen, but he's always smiling afterward.

A few others have visited too, but not as often as the others. Though, none of that really helps negate the emptiness she feels as she wordlessly navigates through a routine she devoted herself to after your disappearance.

And the final chapter, Special (Chemically Compromised) is basically a fluff filler with (Name) chaperoning Peter's field trip, inspired by an Instagram post.

Written in bits and pieces, unfinished. Not sure if I wanted it to be romantic (the name implies it in a nerdy way) or just a fun, platonic, "dude you're literally embarrassing me" way.

(Peter) "I can't believe you're doing this...!"

(Name) "What? What's wrong with this?"

Pan to (Name) dressing like he's a Typical, Normal Civilian Man, but it's clearly (Name) Stark, son of Tony Stark, and an Avenger.

(Peter) "I don't need you to chaperone my field trip...! May could've done this-"

(Name) "No, she really couldn't, sweetheart. She's got a busy shift, and even told me that no one else's parents was free."

(Name) "Listen- this really could have gone worse if, say, Tony, knew. God knows Tony would've dropped everythin' and just embarrass ya- he did that shit to me every chance he got," Peter winces, almost forgetting that Tony was still your dad, and a chill ran up his spine as he imagined what it would have been like for you.

(Peter) "But still..."

(Name) "Don't worry, I'll just wear a cap and sunglasses."

(Peter) "That can't possibly work."

(Name) "You'd be surprised- Sam's standin' down there, right near that phone booth."

Peter's head snapped over to where you were pointing at, and indeed, right on the floors of the Manhattan streets, there was a relatively built black guy that's wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a brown leather jacket. Peter tilted his head.

He hasn't been around Sam all that much, but he still knows what the Avenger looked like. But even then, he wasn't sure if that man was actually Sam. He's built right, but Peter can't see much of his hair or eyes. Plus, he's kind of far away.

He squinted at the man, before glancing back at you, now unsure of himself.

(Peter) "That's really the Falcon?"

You stared at him, before snorting.

(Name) "Nah, I'm joshin' ya, that's just some random guy...", you glance at the man, sniffing, "... Probably."

That's... pretty much it. That's all I had for Restart, as far as writing goes.

Now here are some closing thoughts, just to wrap all of this up nice and tight, sort of.

I'm not really happy with how the initial chapters were paced and how they were written. My writing style has mildly changed, and if I had the motivation to, I'd love to rewrite them. But alas, I don't.

I think about this story often; or at least, variations of it. It's like when you daydream, and you restart it but to the left. But unfortunately, writing a plot without too many plot holes while remaining as canonically correct as possible, and making it interesting without being a complete word-by-word remake of the movies, is difficult.

I'm not sure if I would ever pick up this story again, especially since this whole chapter told you what I had in store anyways.

Thank you to those who took the time out of their day to write nice and encouraging comments about this story. It's unfortunate it had to end this way, but I'm glad it happened anyways. And hopefully, it's the same for you.

And remember: the one thing writers love to do is talk about their story! If you have any other comments, questions, or just general thoughts about the story, I'd love to discuss it further!

Anyways. If you're reading this now, thanks for sticking with Restart for as long as you did.

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I know I had people on the tagged list, but it’s a bit hard to get them all as URL’s change, so I opted not to. Sorry!

#male reader #avengers x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #avengers #reader insert #avengers x reader #restart

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etherealluminescence · 4 years

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Could I request a headcanon of the brothers reacting to finding MC sleeping in their bed?

Sure thing anon! Thanks for asking. No gender specified so it’s a GN!MC. ✨💘💗 thank you for requesting. I appreciate it.

I have three more requests after this one!! Don’t worry other anons I’ll get to you three asap. Two nsfw fics and one hc!

Brothers reacting to finding GN!MC in their bed sleeping

Lucifer

You wanted to make sure Lucifer wasn’t overworking himself, so you made him some tea and brought it to his office a bit after dinner.

After knocking and entering, you ask him how he was, how much work he had, and made a bit of casual conversation. He insisted it wasn’t much, but you could tell from the mountainous stack on his desk, it was going to take quite a few hours so you were going to do something nice for him.

Kissing his forehead, you left your boyfriend to his work and went to his bedroom. You were going to clean and organise it! That way he won’t have to worry about dust, and you’ll even wash his bedsheets and pillowcases tomorrow, because you’re the best lover ever.

You figured it would just take an hour or an hour and a half. What you didn’t expect was you forgetting where everything in the drawers go after cleaning them, and had to figure out where you even put them in the first place when cleaning. You also didn’t expect to see hidden photographs of you two in his drawers, but because you saw them you couldn’t not reminiscence and gush!!

It was already near midnight by the time you were done, so you decided to rest your head on his big comfy bed for a bit, relax your muscles, and then leave. You didn’t want him to find it was you, even if it were obvious. You just wanted him to have one less thing to stress about.

But your own exhaustion betrayed you, as you fell asleep and passed out for a few hours.

Sighing, Lucifer finally finished his paperwork. It had to be around three am about now. If Mammon didn’t annoy the witches again, for who knows what, probably existing, he would of been done hours ago.

He made his way to his room, gently massaging his stiff shoulders on the way. As he entered, he could immediately tell you were there, and noticed just how out of place certain things were.

This could only be your doing. You were the only one who would come into his room, clean it, and accidentally disorganise it.

He made his way to his bed, and smiled softly seeing your chest slowly rise up and down while you snuggled into his pillow.

He took off his coat, and climbed into bed cuddling you without changing, he just wanted to embrace you. You’re just a human but you’ve affected him, a great and prideful demon, so so much over the course of a single year.

He’s going to kill Mammon for taking away his precious free time with paperwork instead of spending it with you, but that can wait until the morning.

Mammon

It was breakfast time and you figured you should wake Mammon up, since he surprisingly was still asleep in his room. Normally you were the last up.

You walked into his room and made way to his bed, gentling shaking him. He wasn’t budging at all, so you decided to go a different path.

If he was going to sleep, so were you! You crawled into his bed and snuggled between his arms, your back against his chest, and your head under his for maximum warmth. Afterwards, you pull the sheets high enough to nearly cover your face.

When Mammon wakes up in an hour, though, he can tell he’s immediately touching something. Is he being punished in his sleep again?

Taking the covers off, he immediately looks down at what he was holding, only to notice it was you?? His favorite human’

Realization doesn’t really kick in that you’re sleeping in his bed snuggling in his arms because he goes to your room for cuddles. But then it hits him like a truck.

You crawled into his bed something when he was sleeping, made yourself comfy, and went to sleep yourself?

You’re putting way too much trust in him, aren’t you!! He’s a man, he is a demon, yet you just went to sleep in his arms for who knows how long.

He stopped working for awhile before coming to the conclusion that of course you wanted to sleep with the GREAT Mammon he’s the best there ever is, who wouldn’t?

He goes back to sleeping, but now it’s back to back. Although he came to that conclusion it’s different than normal cuddling okay! He has to respect your personal space.

Leviathan

You were feeling slightly sick with a stomachache, and really just wanted to disappear off the planet to make it stop.

You were trying to think of a way to go to sleep and feel good at the same time. That’s when you remembered sleeping in bathtubs is good when you’re sick. At least that’s what your dad told you, and made you do as a child.

The coldness of the tub pressed against your skin should soothe it, so trusting your dad’s nonexistent medical degree, you went to test it out. My dad told me to do this once.

You didn’t want to bother Asmo asking for his bathtub when it’s probably covered in roses, so you went for someone who literally slept in a bathtub, Levi.

You knocked but there was no response. However your stomach hurt and you were not leaving for anyone. You entered the room, surprisingly unlocked. Levi was nowhere to be found, but you would explain it later.

Climbing into the bathtub, you lied stomach down while exposing your stomach. You brought one of pillows under your face and just planted yourself into it.

A half hour later, Levi returns to his room. He went to pickup a new limited addition Ruri Chan figurine. When he walked by his bathtub he thought he saw something or someone in it, but went to put the figure away first.

If there was something in his tub, one of his brothers must of did it. He purposely left the door unlocked because he already set up a curse, so they’ll get what’s coming to them.

But then he notices it’s you and freaks out;; he set up the saying Ruri at the end of every sentence curse again.

Okay maybe it’s not too bad it was be adorable. He missed hearing you say ruri at the end of your sentences. But why were you in his tub?!

Realization kicks in and he’s so conflicted does he moves you, does he wake you, does he question every single decision in the entirety of his life right now?

He went for the latter. He’s slowly freaking out that he ends up just watching you from above sort of creepily for the next two hours.

When you wake up you just roll onto your back and see Levi staring down at you with an I’m not sure what to do striken face on. You burst out laughing and explain.

Now Levi thinks he overthought, but you assure him it’s fine and it’s sort of your fault for just breaking into his bed. But he’s concerned about your stomachache.

Your dad’s nonexistent medical degree saved you this time, and you hate to admit it. So you change the subject by offering him cuddles while still in his bed.

Congrats, you’ve broken your Levi.

Satan

You were only going to return a book you borrowed from Satan then go back to your room, you swore, but your desires betrayed you.

You greatly missed your boyfriend who has been busy studying up new curses, and practising magic with Solomon. You were happy he was socialising and learning, but you couldn’t help but feel lonely without him around so much lately.

You ended up returning his book, but reached towards his bed. Surely, he wouldn’t mind, right?

You crawled on top and snuggled into his blankets, trying to get the smell of him. It felt so incredibly comfy to be laying in his scent, that you closed your eyes for just a few minutes...

Click! The door began to open, and in came Satan. He was out for nearly half the day and it was nearly midnight, he just really wanted to rest. Lucifer did not deserve the amount of time Satan was using trying to learn to curse him.

He took off his blazer and set it on his chair before walking to his bed. He could see that something was underneath his blanket, a decently large shape.

He cautiously walked towards it. Was one of his brothers playing a prank and decided to put something under his blankets?

Peeling off the covers, he sees you, sleeping soundless, trying to snuggle into the blanket to get more warmth.

His heart melted and he could feel his exhaustion fading away from just seeing this. He changes into his night clothes and climbs into bed, hugging you from behind.

In the morning you wake up in his arms, engulfed by his warmth. You realised that you never actually woke up and left after you closed your eyes for “few minutes”. But this was actually very nice.

Peeling his arms up for a bit, without waking him, you turned around and snuggled into his chest after giving him a quick kiss.

If you two could always wake up like this, then this is your new bed.

Asmodeous

You and Asmo had spent the whole day shopping. You liked to shop, but shopping with Asmo was a whole other sport. Trying on fifteen outfits per store is a little bit too much for you.

When you two returned, Asmo immediately brought you to his room and told you to wait on his bed, while he goes to the bathroom and open up a few products.

It was pretty late in the afternoon, and you two weren’t going anywhere else, so it was nothing major, maybe a bit of makeup and a fashion show just small Asmo stuff.

While he left, you were sitting on the bed, but your back was really hurting, so were your feet. Everything just hurt. Way too much pushing, changing, walking, ah how you suffer.

You lay down backwards not intending to do anything but rest, your legs hanging off, and close your eyes. His bed was so soft and comfy it’s a crime that your bed isn’t this comfy.

When Asmo returns he sees you passed out on his bed, and is automatically gushing. He should be pissed you fell asleep during your shopping-makeup date but you were very special.

You’re absolutely adorable and even Asmo would say you’re pretty close to him in looks, because he loves you so much. He automatically forgives you.

You look so comfortable that he just picks you up, he may look delicate but the boy could easily throw you, and he fixes your position.

Not to anyone in particular, he says that it’s bad for your position to be like that while you sleep. He brings his covers over you, and goes to take off his makeup.

He won’t join you in bed because you deserve personal space, and he needs to spend two hours preparing his beautiful skin for dinner, but he will watch over you and continue to smile.

Beelzebub

All the brothers had an important meeting that lasted all afternoon until evening. With you not being a student council member, you weren’t going to wait out in the hall until evening, so Solomon walked you back to your dorms.

After getting back you thanked Solomon and just did stuff Lucifer usually told you not to do. Jump on the bed, eating extremely sweet snacks, go into everyone’s closest and take something and just wear it for a bit before returning it.

It was finally Beel’s closet’s turn to be ransacked by you. You started with his shots and they were all just extremely large. You saved his for last since it would take the least amount of time. One of his shirts could just be used as a nightgown.

You looked through a bunch of his shirts and decided on his regular black triangular one, because that smelled most like Beel, which you really loved.

After putting it on, you took off your pants/skirt to really see just how much of a dress it looks like on you. This man is absolutely giant.

You sigh to yourself in content as you jump backwards onto his bed, resting. You spent all evening breaking Lucifer’s rules and damn did it feel GOOD.

But now you were tired, so a small rest is needed. They probably wouldn’t come back till very late in the evening, so you’ll leave before then.

You were wrong. The meeting was finished earlier than expected, because everything with the witches got cleared up pretty quickly. All the brothers went their seperat ways to probably change, Belphie going straight to the attic, Lucifer’s face pissed him off.

Going to his room, Beel walks over to his closet, but before that he just sees you in his bed?? In his shirt, that’s obviously way too large for you.

His face goes from the surprise devildom sticker one to blushing. He had no clue why you were in his bed, and why you were wearing his shirt. But it was extremely cute and looked good on you!

He repositions you so that you’re comfy and pulls the blankets up more. You should really sleep with pants on do it doesn’t make him feel immoral please.

Beel watches over you while you sleep and even brings snacks up to his room to share with you when you wake up, but he eats like half of them. I’m sure you’ll still appreciate the sentiment when you’re awake, though.

Belphegor

It had been a very rough day for you. You procrastinated on all your assignments so you had to get them done in a few hours, you fell down the stairs, and you even forgot to bring your lunch to school. You were dead tired and couldn’t bring yourself to face reality anymore.

You had no idea where Belphie was and he wasn’t answering any calls, so you decided to go into his room and sleep so when he came back, he could snuggle with you.

You walked into his room and casually greeted Beel who was on his side eating cake.

Crawling into Belphie’s bed, you made yourself comfortable and snuggled into the blankets, trying to find even a little bit of his smell on it to comfort you.

You ended up falling asleep fairly quickly, and Beel eventually left the room to invade the kitchen again. During that time, Belphie returned home from rad.

He was sort of annoyed that his phone died and no he had to charge it, because he didn’t do overnight, and his sleep schedule is already abnormal.

He goes over to his bed to reach for the charger when he suddenly notices you!! Absolutely adorable, brightens his mood.

Normally he has to find you for naps, and cuddles into you, but this time you were just defencelessly sleeping in his bed, your shirt slightly pushed up and you were hugging his cow pillow.

The sight was adorable and he ends up forgetting to charge his phone again, because he’s already in that bed cuddling you, going to sleep.

He slept a whole lot at rad that he even came home late, but damn did he feel so tired and comfy with his arms wrapped around you.

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me hc #obey me swd #obey me shall we date

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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No Milk

Anon: Hello 😸 I hope you're doing great! I really like your writing and since you accept requests I'm gonna take my chance 💓 Can you please write for Sabo? I love him sm but there isn't much content about him 😭 I would like a scenario where him and the female reader have a date. Let's say she invited him inside for the first time for dinner but things got heated? On one hand I imagine this one like a fluff but in another hand it can be a smut.. maybe both? 🙈

Thank u and have a nice day

Thank you Anon for your request! You're right, there is just not enough Sabo content and we need to fix this! I sticked to fluff and just a sliiiight suggestion at the end. I hope you like it!

Warning: none

Pairing: Sabo x female reader

Word count: 1.3k

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

His words were still ringing inside of your head, making you blush every time you repeated them. The way he had asked you out were so casual, as if he did it just on a whim. Knowing Sabo, he probably did. But this didn’t matter. He asked you out. Of all people. You had always admired him; not just for his accomplishments but also for his personality. He gave people an easy state of mind and that was something you really appreciated about him.

Needless to say, he was also incredibly handsome in your opinion. And now this man wanted to go on a date with you. Of course, you agreed, feeling all giddy inside. But when he asked if you had any special place you might wanted to go you foolishly said he could come to your place.

It hit you when he left, waving goodbye and telling you how excited he was to see you tonight. At your place. At your place. Your stomach dropped and you would’ve slapped yourself if he hadn’t been in eyesight anymore. This way, you beat yourself up internally. Why would I invite him to my place? There are plenty romantic places and I had to suggest my place? But it was too late. A little stressed you hurried back home. You needed to clean your place. ASAP.

Once you were done stuffing everything behind cupboards, under your bed or anywhere else he wouldn’t see it the next panic attack hit you. What do we eat? You couldn’t cook but what else were you supposed to do? What was the easiest dish you could cook without ruining it? Cereals. You checked your kitchen for anything else and sighed in defeat. “I don’t have anything. I don’t even have milk.”

Time was running out and your only option was to get out and buy something in hopes you wouldn’t burn it.

You opened the door and looked straight at his huge smile, a bouquet of flowers in his arms. You cheeks turned a slight pink as you accepted his gift, thanking him shyly. “Please…come in.” he followed your invitation and looked around, taking off his hat in the process. You walked into the kitchen and pulled out a vase, filling it with water and positioning it with the flowers on the table.

“They are beautiful.” You admired the flowers a little bit too long, not daring to turn around and look at Sabo. You felt so nervous. “Right? I saw them on my way here and though ‘Y/n-chan might like them’.” He walked around your apartment, looking at pictures and books you kept all around the place.

“You live nicely. I like your place.” Sabo said with a grin, his eyes gleaming like a young boy’s seeing something he likes. “What are we gonna eat tonight? I’m starving!” he exclaimed. Your face went pale as you rushed back into the kitchen, already smelling the burnt food in the pot.

“Shit!” you squeaked, removing the pot from the stove. Sabo followed you into the kitchen, looking at you curiously. “Everything’s alright?” he wanted to know but you were sure he was smelling the burnt food as well. “I think I might’ve messed up.” You admitted, turning around, looking at him in defeat. The blonde looked passed you, assessing if it was really that bad.

“Woah, Y/n-chan. You’re really bad at cooking, aren’t you?” His remark made your face heat up in embarrassment. “W-well….” “Why didn’t you say so?” he laughed, obviously amused by your inability to cook a proper meal.

“We could’ve cooked something together!” you just wanted to disappear into the floor and only resurface once he was gone.

Sabo stepped closer, standing right in front of you. His gloved hand lifted your chin up to look at him. He smiled a little apologetic. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have let you invite me in the first place. After all, it was my idea to go on a date, right?” You bit your lip, not knowing what to say.

“Do you have anything else here we can eat? I’m honestly fine with anything.” His voice was low and warm. Together with him touching your chin you were certain you would melt right into him. “I-I have cereals….” You stammered. Sabo’s grin widened. “That’s great!” he exclaimed, letting go of your chin, much to your dismay.

“But…” Sabo stopped in his tracks, already looking for said cereals. “But?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I-I-I don’t have any milk.” Your voice got smaller and smaller but he still heard you. There was a pause, something seemed to click in his head and his huge grin appeared once again.

“So what? You’ve got water, right?” Stunned, you looked at him. He really didn’t seem to mind; Not you burning the food, not you having nothing but cereal and not you not having milk to said cereals.

You helped him take out two bowls, filled them with cereals and added water. To be honest, it looked weird but you were both hungry.

Sabo was sitting across from you on the table, eating his cereals as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. You, on the other hand, were a little more reserved about the food.

The whole night, you two had a lot of fun. He could talk and talk to no end but never making it seem like he was holding a monologue. He always asked you questions or your opinion on something when he told a story. It was just like talking to someone you have known your entire life. Familiarity and the feeling of home was spreading through your body and you could feel how your feelings for him increased drastically over the course of a few hours.

“I think I should get going, Y/n-chan.” When he told you, you were a little disappointed but didn’t want to seem clingy. You followed him to your door where he put his hat and his shoes back on, turning around to face you. Not knowing what to do you played with your fingers, staring at the floor underneath you.

Sabo’s shoes came into view and you looked up. His face was close to yours, a small smile on his pink lips.

“Y’know,” he started, voice low, making your body shiver in excitement. “The food was really bad, not gonna lie.” He started and your heart sunk. “But…” he kept going, his hand slowly finding your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. He was looking right into your eyes, his body inching closer with every word he said. “This was the best date I’ve ever been on. I’d really like to invite you again.” His hot breath ghosted your lips. You were close – too close. Your body got heated and your breath started to quicken. Your heart was hammering inside your chest as you slowly nodded to his words.

You looked into each other eyes, seconds passing. The tension between the two of you was broken when his soft lips found yours, slowly moving them against each other. You closed your eyes, your hands found their way to his chest and you clawed at his shirt slightly for support. All emotions exploded inside of you; you could only focus on the warm feeling against your lips and his warm smell that clouded your senses even more.

When he broke the kiss, your mouth followed his for a moment before you opened your eyes. Your lips felt cold without his touch. His smirk re-appeared again, his thumb still stroking your cheek.

“Y-you wanna stay the night?”

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece sabo #sabo x reader #op sabo #ace sabo luffy #x reader #request #fluff

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justreadingfics · 5 years

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It’s a Deal (Prologue)

Series Summary: You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings (for the entire series): +18 only, smut, casual sex, Bucky is a whore, boytoy!Bucky and proud, acquaintances to fuck buddies to maybe lovers, fluff, eventual angst, mention to past relationship, break-up.

A/N: I was going to write something for Looking for a Heartbeat universe, but this idea came up and I was so excited. This is me trying my hand at romantic comedy. It’ll be very smutty but there’ll be angst eventually because it’s me. This version of Bucky is different from everything I’ve written before, but I think this is one of the beauties of this character. He’s so nuanced and layered, there’s always a new version of him to be explored. I hope you guys like it and stick with me. I’m planning 10 chapters, but the number may change. The link to the my masterlist is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. @lesqui you’re a Rockstar.

When Natasha bursts into his apartment - like she’s done many many times before- holding up a big cup of coffee, the first thing that hits her is the smell lingering in the air, making her whole face scrunch up. The whole apartment stinks of a fucking orgy and she doesn’t even get to act surprised or outraged. This is what it’s been like. Ever since Bucky started to get better, changing from the brooding shadow that had first arrived to regaining his self-confidence, he’s been spending it and his whole package of super soldier stamina like that. A new night a new girl. Or two… she realizes when she spots the pair of different underwear over his couch as she makes her way to his bedroom. Three? She shoots an eyebrow high at the sight of a third one hanging around the doorknob.

She would die before touching the damn thing and, because she’s also always up for a little show, she decides to use one of her signature moves to make herself into his bedroom. A powerful kick to the door is enough to have the effect she wanted : three different tones of high-pitched screams and a low groan fills the room.

Natasha doesn’t need to say anything. Just her steady, impassive demeanor while still in her Black Widow uniform from the last mission is enough to make the trio of naked bodies move. They shoot themselves out of the bed and scramble to pick up pieces of clothes from the floor.

“Ugh, sorry, sweethearts.” Bucky’s voice is groggy with sleep and muffled by the pillow, “Thanks for last night, though, it was amazing.” He raises his thumb up but remains lying on his stomach, his very naked behind exposed, completely unphased by Natasha’s presence.

The girls rush past her without even daring to glance at the Avenger. Well, except for the owner of the underwear on the doorknob, who gives her much more than a glance in the shape of a shameless once over and a lustful wink before grabbing the piece of lacey and fleeing, putting it on along with her dress on her way.

With an exaggerated yawn, Bucky catches Natasha’s attention again and she steps into his room as he rolls over and sits on the mattress. At least he has the decency to pull a sheet to cover his front before he stretches his arm to the air letting out a second yawn, “What is it this time?” This is definitely not the first time a scenario like that has taken place, to Natasha’s exasperation.

“Crowded around here, huh?” Walking over to him with a judging brow up, she hands him the coffee, which he promptly accepts, “Do you even know their names?”

“Sofia, Olivia, and Amanda,” he answers simply before taking a sip from the coffee, “The one checking you out was Amanda, she’s nice, I think you’d like her, and you’ve seen them before here, just not the three of them together.” He smirks, raising a feigned innocent gaze from his cup to her.

Natasha chooses to ignore the answer in favor of letting a huff out, “We - and by we I mean Fury - missed you at the debriefing.” She glances around, trying to find a place she could sit without accidently making contact with any kind of… fluids. Spotting the armchair nearby, she shoots a questioning look at Bucky.

He presses his lips in a guilty fine line and shrugs, “I think you’re safe standing up.”

“You’re gross, you know that right?” She grimaces, crossing her arms in front of her. “How the hell did this happen, anyway? We got here around one am from the mission.”

He shakes his head dismissively, “You know I have my ways and I needed to shake the stress off. Too much energy to spend.”

“I can see that,” She laughs, “I mean…Three?

“You were there. It was a hard mission.” The corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkle as he grins back at her.

“That it was,” she agrees, letting some air out in a puff, “And that’s why I’m here now. You weren’t picking your goddamn phone and Fury wants to debrief with you before he signs the reports.”

“Ugh,” Bucky rolls his eyes, blowing some steam out of his cup of coffee, “that guy... what a huge pain in the ass, right?”

Natasha catches the playful tone and shakes her head, holding back the smile, “You won’t make me bad talk him, you know that.”

She can’t keep the smile suppressed any longer when he lets his head fall back and laughs. Carefree and contagious. It took him a while to get there, but now? Laughters, giggles, and jokes are a part of who Bucky Barnes is. For that, she’s thankful.

“Alright, just give me a minute,” he concedes, bringing his coffee back to his lips.

Watching him, her face turns a bit more serious. “How long will you keep this up, huh?” she asks, bringing her hands to her hips.

With the back of his hand, he wipes a bit of coffee that slips from the corner of his mouth “What?” His forehead crinkles as his attention is focused on cleaning himself.

“This lifestyle of yours…” Natasha waves a hand around the room and over himself, “Don’t you ever want to… I don’t know… settle down for one woman or something like that?”

The confused expression that shifts Bucky’s face as he looks back at her is almost comical. “Why in the world would I do that?” He puts the cup of coffee on the nightstand, before standing up, wrapping the sheet around his waist. “This is so much fun, no strings attached… just good old exchange of fluids, enjoying one another’s bodies… and the next morning we’re off with our lives.” Ignoring the disapproval look on Natasha, he grins down at her, before passing by her to walk towards his closet.

“I know this might be a good deal for you, but what about the women you bring down here, is this fair with them?” Natasha insists.

“Ok, now listen,” Bucky turns back to her, pulling an underwear from the drawer, “All the girls I hook up with want the exact same thing I want, “ He leans down to put on the underwear under the sheet covering his lower half, before letting the white fabric pull down on the floor. “They’re here for the sex just as much as I am.” He turns back to the closet, fumbling with his clothes.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?”

“Fury needs me asap.” He deadpans, before continuing while putting on his jeans, “Not once I took advantage of anyone, I guarantee you that. I´m not fooling them, they’re not fooling me. It’s a fair deal. Perfect to be honest, pleasant, I mean very pleasant to both sides…” He smirks before raising his gaze filled with mischief from where he’s buckling his belt to her, “You damn well know how good it- I can be…”

Her eyes roll at his smirk and she crosses her arms in front of her again. “That ship has sailed, Barnes.” It was just one time months ago and she knows she will never hear the end of it.

“Just saying…” Bucky shrugs, tying his hair back into a low bun, keeping the half smile on his lips, “Whenever you need to shake the stress off again, you can always count on me.” He winks.

“Yeah, right, go take a fucking shower and then we can talk.” Natasha grabs a pillow from his bed and throws at him. “Ok, I get it, I’m not an expert here and probably not the right person to be telling you this, but don’t you feel like you’re missing things? Or maybe that you’re hiding from something?” she suggests, walking past his bed to come closer to him.

“Nat, I swear… I’m not hiding from anything, there’s no hidden feelings or fears or anything like that… It’s just sex.” He states, sounding a bit more thoughtful with his friend’s worries , putting on a white t-shirt as she’s now just a few steps away from him. “People usually make a big deal about it, but that’s it. Sex is just sex. It’s fun and a fucking amazing experience to share with someone. And that’s it. Me and the women I spend time with are very sure about that. No worry.” As he finishes dressing himself up, he places both hands on Natasha’s shoulders.

She aims a deadly glare at where he touches her, “I honestly can’t decide if you’re a pig or a genius, but right now take your unwashed hands off of me.”

Bucky laughs, squeezing and shaking her shoulders halfheartedly, “I took a shower before I went to sleep, calm your damn titties.” He removes his hands anyway before placing a kiss on top of her head, gaining a hiss in exchange, “And a genius, of course.”

“All right,” Natasha says after glancing at her watch, “Nine. I still need a shower myself and at least a nap before Y/N drops by for lunch. You go see Fury now.” She commands, tapping his shoulder and already moving past him to the door.

“Oh, Y/n? From the tech department?” The peak of interest on his voice behind her doesn’t go unnoticed by Natasha, “It’s been a while since I last saw her, how’s she? Still with that boyfriend of hers? What’s his name again?”

“Eddie. And no, they’ve broken up actually,” she answers, already opening the door to leave his apartment, “But don’t even think about it,” She warns, already sensing the smirk on his lips without even looking back at him, “She would never take one of your deals.” Natasha shuts the door before he could say anything else.

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“Fuckbucket! Bumhole, son of motherfucker arseclowns! Goddamit nutsack!” The line of curses being spat out of your mouth is followed by you grabbing the bottle of tabasco and dropping almost half of its content over the plate of linguine in front of you.

Natasha says nothing, chewing her own pasta slowly as she stares you down, wondering how that combination of words could be the one to come up to your head when you wanted to swear. The small bistro is crowded and a few heads turn in your direction following your little – and kinda cute, if she’s going to be honest- outburst.

“Sorry…” Glancing around you seem to notice the brief but unwanted attention as your voice shrinks and your shoulders drop. “I asked for it fucking spicy, though,” you add in a mumble, only stressing the new curse, bringing a fork of linguine inside your mouth. You sigh, seeming finally pleased with the level of spice in it.

“Ok…” Nat drags the word as her eyes drop at the glass of wine in front of you. The second one already, “Bad day, I assume?”

A guttural and frustrated groan slips out of you as you swallow your food and take a long sip from the wine, “I’m just… ugh, everything sucks these days.” You place back the glass on the table a little more forcefully than it should be expected, your eyes following the move of your hand.

“Something at work?” Nat asks, “Do I need to talk to Tony?” She tilts her head, a hint of exasperation on her words.

“No, no. Of course not.” You wave a dismissive hand, “That lunatic is the best boss I could ever have asked for.” A quick but honest smile forms in your lips.

“Alright…” Natasha accepts, “Eddie, then?” She tries again.

“No… sort of. I don’t know.” You sigh, now playing with the food in your plate as your jaw tightens.

“Talk…” Natasha orders, putting down her fork beside her plate and brushing her hands together, swallowing the food in her mouth. “Have you been seeing him at work? It’s been a while since I last saw him in the Tower.” She leans her head on her joined hands as she rests her elbows over the table, giving you her full attention.

“He’s been promoted to a leadership position at SHIELD’s tech department, that’s why you haven’t seen him.” You respond, still playing with your food, “I haven’t seen him either, not ever since we broke up, but I guess splitting up is doing wonders for him.” You bite your cheek.

“How long has it been already, three months?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“You miss him.” Natasha affirms rather than asks, a sweet comprehensive tone on her words as she crosses her forearms over the table, leaning forward. You two haven’t had the time to properly talk about your breakup, given Nat’s mission schedules and your own job, which can be a pain in the ass when it comes to work-hours.

“Of course, I do,” you say, looking up to the ceiling and shaking your head before moving your gaze to her again, “It’s like… I never saw it coming. Almost ten years of relationship… when he said he needed to talk I thought he was going to propose.” You scoff, covering your face with both hands in pure disbelief in yourself, “But instead he said he wanted a new path for his life. What the hell does that mean?” You raise your voice along with your arms to each side of you.

“I hate to say this, dear.” Natasha grabs her glass of water and takes a sip before resuming, “But you know I’m not one to sugarcoat the truth and it probably means he’s fucking someone else…sorry.” She shrugs, knowing she could be sounding a little harsh, but she’s aware sometimes harshness is the right medicine.

“Well, at least someone is getting fucked,” you mutter under your breath, while rolling the pasta in your fork to shove it your mouth.

The slipped comment sets off Natasha curiosity instantly and she just eyes you for a second before urging, “Well, elaborate.”

“Ugh… Jesus.” You grunt before taking in a deep breath, “You know, I do miss him in my life, but God… what has been killing me right now is,” you lean forward, getting closer to Nat as she mimics you, “I’m so fucking horny.” You whisper as Natasha’s eyes grow round at your admission. You had never said anything like that to her before, you two are close friends but you’re always so reserved about your private life, “It’s been almost a year.”

“A year?” She whispers loudly, but lowers her voice as you quickly shush her, mortified someone would hear you two, “But…”

“Yeah, I know the break up was three months ago, but it doesn’t mean I was getting any before that,” you admit, frustration seeping into your voice.

“Oh, honey…” Natasha tilts her head, trying to convey empathy towards you rather than judgement.

“I know, right?” You smile sadly, leaning backwards in your chair, “How was I even surprised when things went south? I don’t even know what happened, to be honest. We just… stopped.” You shrug a shoulder, grabbing your fork to play with it absentmindedly, staring down at it, “And I was ok with it. At least I think I was,” You look back at Nat, who’s just listening to you attentively, “I guess I thought at least I had everything else. I don’t know...” You shake your head in a sign of disapproval of yourself, “But after we broke up?” Once again you lean over to whisper, “That’s all I think about. Almost everyone I see ends up in a fantasy of mine. Things I never even dreamed about wanting… I eat a fucking strawberry and suddenly I’m turned on.” Your desperation is visible in your big, round eyes and audible in your rapid speech.

“Why don’t you go out, meet someone, then?” Natasha tries to hold back her laugh out of respect for you.

“Ugh,” you wave her off, glancing to the side with a grimace, “Too much work. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready for anything else.” You shake your head, “I just want to fuck.” You add in a grunt, shaking your legs in a very bratty way.

“Oh, wow,” Nat leans back to her seat, “I never saw this coming.”

“Can I tell you something?” You say, after studying Nat. When she nods and leans closer to you again, you continue, keeping your voice low, “Eddie was the only one I ever been with.”

Natasha chokes on nothing and quickly grabs her cup of water, gulping in down to the last drop, “How the hell did this happen?” she yelps.

“Well, back in highschool I wasn’t really ready, and then in college I met Eddie.” You shrug, curling your lips down, “We’ve been together ever since. But after he broke up with me, that was one of the first things on my mind, the thought repeating itself like a parrot in my head. That I had never been with another man.”

“Hell, sis,” Nat exhales, “I’m starting to understand your situation now.”

“Ugh, Nat, seriously, I just need someone to fuck me senseless.” You tighten your teeth and make a grabbing gesture with your hands, “Just some primal, animalistic sex, I need someone, anyone who can take me properly. No strings attached…Nothing else, I’m tired of everything else.” You shut your eyes, shaking your head, before looking around you. Satisfied no one is staring or listening, you once again bends closer to Nat across the table, “Even thought about hiring a goddamn escort, but I just bought the condo with Eddie, and, until we figure this out, I’m broke as fuck.”

Nat’s jaw drops. She’s speechless, utterly speechless. As you look back at her, a bit of shame but also expectancy gleaming in your eyes, a thought pops into Natasha’s mind. The universe must be playing with her, and that’s what she finally says to you. “Holy shit, the universe must be putting on a fucking joke on me.”

“Why?” You squint at her, “What do you mean?”

Natasha doesn’t answer right away. She ponders the thought for a moment. It might not be a bad idea, actually. Shaking some steam off, having a different and lighter experience with someone else, a little bit of fun… that might be exactly what you’re needing, and who could be more perfect for that? At least he’s someone Natasha trusts. She sure hopes so. “Are you serious about all of that? You’re really just looking for sex and nothing else?” Natasha checks.

“Dead serious.” It’s your straight up answer.

“Ok,” She decides, nodding once, “I may regret this sooner than I think but I might have the perfect guy for you.”

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worth it | l.dh

↳ lee haechan x gender nuetral!reader

synopsis: having a turtoring session with fratboy!hyuck that you were bribed into turned into a cuddle session, but he definitely didn’t mind at all

genre: fluffff

word count: 2,123

you rubbed your head in frustration as the memory kept replaying in your head, making you regret your past decision. earlier in the day, lee donghyuck was practically begging you to tutor him for his upcoming exam. you were so set on saying ‘no’ because you very much disliked the guy but he began to wave fifty dollars in your face. and you, a broke college student, completely forgot about all the unfavorable feelings towards the boy and gave in.

but as hours passed by, you began to reconsider if spending time with donghyuck was worth fifty dollars. maybe if it were doubled then you wouldn’t be second-guessing your past decision. you looked at your phone to check the time, just to see if it was too late to back out now. and unfortunately for you, it was.

you let out a loud groan in the middle of the student café lounge area that you and your best friend, renjun, were relaxing in. “nice to see you doing well, y/n.” renjun took a pause from drawing on his sketchbook and looked up smiling mockingly at you to which you didn’t respond to in any way shape or form. the smile dropped and a wave of annoyance took over his facial expressions. “okay, what is it. are you hungry? you should’ve just aske-”

“i’m not always hungry.” you rolled your eyes at him and lowered yourself in your seat. “it’s donghyuck-”

“oh god. then whatever it is, that obnoxiously loud groan was valid.” he groaned with you. renjun never had a good impression on donghyuck because he didn’t brake his car for renjun when he was trying to walk across the pedestrian crosswalk, and donghyuck never said sorry nor look apologetic. instead, he just gave renjun trauma. he’s the reason why renjun always wait ten seconds minimum before crossing the street. although it gets annoying, his lost face before crossing reminds you of a cute kitten which makes up for the long wait. “what did he do this time?”

“he’s paying me to tutor him at his frat.” his face was evident in disgust and empathy. “i’m regretting saying yes because i’m too exhausted to deal with him.” you whined and put your face in your hands, rubbing it harshly in an attempt to wake yourself up.

“y/n, you are so strong.” he grabbed your hand away from your face and rubbed your hand awkwardly as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “no but seriously, text me when he starts acting up. i’ll have jaemin with me for backup because i mean.” he lifted up his arms and tried to flex his arm muscles. key word: tried. “you know.”

you let out a chuckle, closed your eyes, and let your head fall back. “i’ll definitely be live texting you whenever he says and does something stupid.”

“so basically, what you’re saying is that you’ll be texting me every second. might as well have me on facetime.”

you looked back at your best friend who was showing a toothy grin. “basically.” you checked your phone again and saw that if you didn’t leave now then you’d be late to the session. “fuck, i gotta get going. please wish me luck.” you lazily got up, got your bag and stood still in front of renjun with a face that was screaming ‘help me.’

“c’mon at least you’re getting paid, right?”

“you’re right, i need to stop being such a child.” you sighed and tried to erase every negative thought and feeling inside of you.

“kick his ass if he acts up though.” he raised an eyebrow at you.

you scoffed, “of course of course.” you sighed once again and pet renjun’s hair as you walked emotionless out of the student café and made your way to the bus stop.

donghyuck’s fraternity was only a couple blocks away and it honestly wouldn’t take long to walk there but you were too tired to even try.

the commute was quick but you wish it wasn’t. there you were, standing outside the door of regret. the outside was fairly clean but you knew that the inside would be a completely different story. you knocked a few times on the white door before a smiling donghyuck greeted you. “oh wow, you actually came.”

you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “you’re welcome.” you both stood there awkwardly while he stared you down and you tried avoiding eye contact.

“oh sorry, come in.” he turned his body to make way for yours to enter his place. “i made sure we’re alone because it’s usually loud when the others are here. they’ll be back in a couple hours, though.” he scratched his neck and yawned while you examined the place. you were right, the inside was messy but to your surprise, it wasn’t too bad.

“yeah sounds good. it shouldn’t take too long” you turned to face him and gawked at his appearance. okay there’s no denying donghyuck is pretty decent looking, but he looks extra good today. he stood there awkwardly with his hands rested in the pockets of his oversized black jacket. his hair was slightly ruffled up, you can tell he just woke up from a nap. “you really thought i’d flake on you?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes wondered your facial features and marks. “i mean, you kinda hate me so.”

“i don’t hate you.” you corrected him. you may have a strong disfavor of him but you don’t hate him.

he smirked, his body seemed to relax a lot more. “then, let’s get started.” he walked past me and lead the way up the spiral staircase and into his room, which was surprisingly clean and well decorated with a tidy computer gaming set at the corner.

you set your bag right by the bed which you sat on. “so specifically, what are you struggling on?” you asked him looking at his figure that was leaned against his dresser a couple feet across from you.

“uh everything?” he let out a shy laugh and crossed his arms in front of him.

you decided not to scold him for always partying because truth is, you don’t know anything that’s going on in his life so you swallowed the upcoming insults that were climbing up your throat. “oh, well, we should get started asap then so we don’t finish too late.” you cleared your throat.

his eyes widened in surprise like he was expecting your usual witty remarks that he secretly loved, but you weren’t aware of his fondness for your attitude. “yeah for sure, let me get my stuff.” he hurriedly gathered his materials and set them on the bed next to me since he didn’t have a desk in his room. well, he did have his computer desk but there was definitely no room for books there.

he climbed on the bed and rested on his stomach and flipped the pages of the textbook, trying to find the first section he needed assistance on.

you kicked off your shoes and laid down next to him, but keeping your distance from him. he smirked slightly while still keeping his focus on the page. “you can scoot closer so you can see the book clearer.” he looked at you with innocent eyes.

in instinct, you rolled your eyes and scooted a bit closer to him. close enough to smell his cologne and close enough to see his moles randomly placed on his face and neck clearly. you took your attention away from his face when he suddenly made eye contact with you, catching you off-guard.

his warm, soft bedsheets did no help in keeping you awake. you tried to focus on the words he was spitting out but every word entered one ear and went out the other as your eyelids began to feel heavier, and your vision slowly began to black out.

—

“dude what the fuck happened?” an unfamiliar whisper woke you up from your sleep but you ignored it, just trying to go back to your dreamland.

until you felt something absurd, someone’s warm embrace wrapped around you, your head was now resting on a pillow and an arm, and your cheek was rubbing against a wet patch of what you assumed was your drool on a white t-shirt fabric. “bro shut the fuck up, you’re gonna wake y/n up.” now, that was a familiar whisper to you. your heartbeat raced faster and faster as you made the conclusion that you were cuddling with the lee donghyuck. you internally groaned knowing that renjun will never shut up about this once you tell him. this will be his winning comeback for your future arguments. i mean, you could not tell him but what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t inform him of the time you magically started cuddling with a man you disliked—but still enjoyed it.

“you better tell me everything later.” the whisper was a lot harsher than the first one, then silence followed after the unknown boy closed the door. you assumed he was gone but you waited to lift your head up to make it not obvious that you were awake to listen to their conversation.

“i know you’re awake.” donghyuck laughed above you, his chest rumbled against your cheek. “you stopped snoring a while ago.”

you groaned in annoyance and also in embarrassment. you slowly lifted your head up to look up at him and you were not ready to see the sight of him looking down at you with a soft smile and even messier hair, causing your heart to skip a beat. both your arms were still wrapped around each other, leaving no space between you both. “what the fuck.” you blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

donghyuck’s tired smile widened. “i should be the one asking you that. sweetheart, you’re the one who cuddled up to me first.” he enjoyed watching your face flush red in embarrassment, anger, and also by the way he looked at you so attentively. “you know, its quite rude.” he tightened his grip around you. “i’m supposed to be paying for a tutoring lesson.” he pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, not breaking eye contact with you.

you remained looking at him with shaky eyes, not believing the situation you were in. your mouth opened, then it closed, then it opened to say something but donghyuck cut you off. “but this is so much better, my money well spent.” he sighed contently and closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head.

you could’ve protested or done anything to get out of his grip but your body stayed the way it is. “i didn’t even get to teach you one lesson, i’m sorry.” you were sincere with your apology, you wasted his time and now he’s probably gonna fail his exam if you two keep cuddling.

“i don’t care about that. i prefer this much more.” his eyes were still closed. you continued to admire his face and tried to memorize every single detail and placement of each mark. “hmmm, why don’t you take a picture?” he hummed, still keeping his eyes closed.

your hands made their way up his ear and pinched it. he let out a whine and finally opened his eyes which immediately landed directly on yours. “quit it.” you warned him.

“as you wish, darling.” his voice became lower and it almost sounded like a whisper. a soft smirk appeared on his face and his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight that shined through his window. “i love talking to you but i think i finally found something i love even more—sleeping with you.”

you opened your mouth to say something but his finger pressed against your lips to keep you quiet. he shushes you softly while he shuffled slightly to find a comfortable position, still keeping his embrace secure around you and his eyelids began to slowly drop. you admired his face once more before closing your eyes as well.

the question you asked yourself earlier today lingered in your mind before drifting off to your sleep again. is spending time with donghyuck worth fifty dollars? considering how warm he felt against you, and how you loved to hear his breathing and soft snores above you, and how perfect your body naturally molded into his embrace. you could finally answer the question confidently, yes.

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